#;drabble: m

[writtenbymoonflower]

Dinner

You have a panic attack and your boys comfort you. poly!maruaders x fem!reader

cw: panic attack, negative self talk, swearing, mention of raw chicken (ew ik)

1.7k words (it's long i'm sorry)

You never thought you would cry over chicken, but here you were. You knew that you had been having a lot of busy days as of late, there were a million things swimming about in your head. But you were managing it well, or at least you thought you were. But then it all came down.

You had bought a pack of chicken earlier in the week to cook for dinner one night. It had been on clearance so you knew it was  on its way out, but you thought you would’ve had more time. You opened your fridge so you could begin cooking before your boyfriends were going to get too hungry, when you realized that the meat was out of date by a whole three days. It was something so small, yet, it sent a billion anxious thoughts jumping around your head like they were on pogo sticks, and most of them were not very nice. 

How could you be so stupid? You should’ve checked the date. If you hadn't been so lazy earlier this week you wouldn’t be wasting this food. Now there was nothing to cook and your boyfriends would go hungry. They would likely end up resenting you for being a shit girlfriend and being so-

“Dolly? What are you doing over there?” Usually Sirius’ voice was a comfort to you, but right now it just added to your misery. It reminded you of all your failures and why you would never be good enough for anyone. 

Tears started filling your eyes. You tried to still your shaking hands and even your breathing, but it was all too much. They were going to realize your mistake and were going to be angry. His footsteps were painful and your other boyfriends’ laughter in the other room made you wince. When Sirius finally was facing you, your attempt at a facade fell apart. He knew you too well and apparently your body just decided to give over to panic because you suddenly couldn’t catch your breath. You tried to mutter out an apology but your voice was caught in your throat and your pulse was hammering. 

“ Hey.” Sirius’ dark brows scrunched in concern, his gray eyes searching your face and scanning your body for any injury. “What’s wrong?” His voice was raised in panic as you stood and shook. 

Apparently Sirius’ voice triggered your other two boyfriends to barrel into the room, but you refused to look at any of them, opting to hold the chicken package behind your back and stare at the ground. James thought you looked like a small child standing in front of a broken glass, ready to be reprimanded and punished. It made his heart ache. 

“Baby,” Sirius continued to beg for a response. “What’s happened? You’re scaring me.” Remus placed a soothing hand on his partner’s back while James scooted past the both of them to grab your shoulders and stoop to see your face. 

“Hey, hey, hey. Sweetheart, can you look at me?” James spoke softly. He was just as concerned as the other two, but James was better at keeping his head, even though inside he wanted to sob seeing you like this. You swallowed thickly and looked up at him. 

“There you go.” Remus whispered encouragement from behind James. Your chest was still heaving and you were still crying, but now they could read your face better. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I-” You choked out, hoping that if you spoke about your failure early enough they might forgive your mistake.

“Hey, not right now. Just focus on me, honey. I think you’re having a panic attack, I need you to try and steady your breathing.” James motioned the other two over, Remus getting behind you and pulling you both to the ground so he could rock you in his lap. Sirius and James sat and each took one of your hands, James putting the one he was holding on his chest, while Sirius put the other on yours. (After throwing the chicken on the counter, opting to ask questions after you could speak again.) You stifled another sob from wracking your body. 

“We’ve got you, sweet girl. Just copy Prongs’ breaths, yeah?” Sirius used his free hand to tilt your chin up to meet the eyes of the two boys in front of you. You could feel James’ chest rising and falling as he took deep, exaggerated breaths. Your first few were shaky and clumsy, but soon you were finally able to get a comfortable amount of air in your lungs and your tears slowed to a stop. You still felt guilty, but at least now your head wasn’t so loud. You pulled your hands back into your lap.

“There you go,” Remus soothed from behind you. “Atta girl.” He pressed gentle kisses all over the side of your neck. You could see the two boys in front of you visibly relax at your now calmer state. “Good girl, you did so well. I know that was scary.” Remus turned so you were sitting sideways in his lap and you could see all three of the boys sitting around you. 

“ Thank you for helping.” You said sheepishly, looking down at your fidgeting hands. “I’m sorry I did that, I know it was a lot.” 

“None of that.” Sirius said firmly. “It’s not your fault, baby. You didn’t do it to be bad, you have nothing to be sorry for.” 

Wrong. You thought to yourself, remembering the spoiled food now sitting on the counter. 

“Can you tell us what happened, lovely?” James ducked his gaze to meet yours, his brown eyes were sad and confused and swimming with all too much love. 

You really didn’t want to admit your mistake, but they deserved an explanation for your erratic behavior. 

“It’s really nothing that bad.” You tried to console, as if you weren’t the one shaking on the floor not two minutes ago. “I was just-” You swallowed hard again. “I was being stupid.” You went back to picking at your nails. Your self-deprecating comment made Remus raise an eyebrow and Sirius lightly pinch your thigh. 

“You weren’t. You’re never stupid, be nice.” Remus (lovingly) scolded. 

“I was just, I bought this chicken.” You struggled to keep your breathing even. “I bought this chicken earlier this week and I was going to cook it, but I was too lazy these last few days and I fucked up and I-” You bit hard on your lip to keep from crying again. James desperately wanted to reprimand you for your self-cruelty, but he settled for grabbing Sirius’ hand and squeezing, not wanting to cut you off. 

“Go on, sweetheart. Take your time.” James spoke even softer. 

“I let the chicken go bad. I wanted to cook tonight but when I went to grab the chicken it was bad and I just- I just felt bad because I can’t do anything right. I had all week to make it and now I can’t cook for you all and I just- I just feel bad.” You took another deep breath, still not wanting to meet their eyes.

“Oh, my baby.” Sirius lunged forward, wrapping you in his arms before you could even process what was happening. Remus huffed grumpily over you being stolen from his lap, but let it go. “That’s what you were all worked up about? That’s why you were all scared?” You nodded, your face still stuck in the crook of his neck. 

“It’s okay,” James soothed, now smoothing a gentle path up and down your back. “That happens to everyone, sweetheart. It’s not something you need to be mad at yourself for. You didn’t do anything wrong, and you weren’t lazy. You’ve been busy and tired. It just happens.” James thought he could cry, his girl was so hard on herself that she was all panicked over something like this. 

“Exactly.” Remus said. “It’s nothing we can’t fix, dove. We can go to the store tomorrow and you can make it then.” You started to protest, wanting to go tonight but you were quickly cut off. “Tomorrow.” Remus was firm, but no less kind. “You aren’t doing any work tonight. You need to rest. We’ll figure something out for dinner, it’s no trouble.” 

You were going to argue but you figured it was a losing battle. 

“Thought you would be mad at me.You should be mad at me. I fucked u-” You couldn’t even finish the sentence before James squawked, Sirius sputtered, and Remus inhaled sharply. Sirius forced your head out of his neck to look at you. 

“What?!” He looked genuinely offended.

“Lovely,” James was the one who formed a full sentence. “We would never be mad at you for something like this. Never.” He grabbed your chin to make you look at him. “Look at us, sweet girl. No ones mad at you. We care about you, not a pack of chicken. It’s not worth you being this mean to yourself, nothing is.” He pouted during the last sentence. 

“Also,” Sirius said, still being very gentle. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t just about chicken, dollface. You’ve been really stressed lately.” 

“And you’ve been really hard on yourself. You always have been, but it’s gotten worse.” Remus’ voice sounding sad. You knew he was right though. 

“I know.” You sighed, dejectedly. “I’ll try to be better.” You gave them all a tight-lipped smile. 

“That’s what we mean!” James whined. “You don’t need to ‘be better.’ You just need to be gentle with yourself.” 

“It’s just hard.” You admitted. 

“I know it is, baby.” Sirius empathized. Then his face morphed into his usual grin. “How about, we all lead by example. I know I can be very nice to you.” He took your cheeks in both his hands and started pressing kisses all over your face. You giggled wetly, trying to squirm out of his grasp. “There, like that. Nice.”

“I don’t know how she is gonna do that, Pads. It’s hard to kiss your own face.” Remus attempted (and failed) to keep the amused tilt out of his voice. 

“Oh no!” James dramatically gasped. “I guess we’ll just have to.” He beamed, taking your jaw in his hand to smear even more kisses on your cheeks.

#marauders #marauders fanfiction #drabble #fluff #james potter #marauders fandom #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders fluff #poly!marauders x you #poly!marauders imagine #poly!marauders hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #this is my first poly!m fic #i will get better i promise

[yandere-kokeshi]

Warnings: Yandere, Hybrid AU, male reader, anal sex, creampie.

This is not edited, I also got this idea from @konigsblog! Love her, sm /a <3

I can’t stop thinking about Dragon! Price using his strong tail during sex. Doesn’t matter where or how. His tail has to be involved in some way.

Of course, he uses it during cuddling. Different ways to bring you closer. Or how he grabs objects near you two, especially if it's portays your very cock.

He mostly uses it on your cock and balls, or his very own, or your tight hole.

It’s messy. But it’s how he likes it, no?

As of now, John is jumping on your cock, hands on your shoulders as he bounces up and down, his sharp teeth nipping and biting deep into your neck.

John lickes the wounds, sucking the swollen skin even more as you groan out; pain and pleasure were an odd thing to mix. Yet, he feels so good, so well fitted for your large cock.

Lost in the vast of pleasure, you never seem to notice his sly tail until it’s too late; curving around your muscled cheeks.

You gasp. Moaning at the continuous abuse of your beloved dragon and the fact of not expecting the cold scales against your naked globe or the warmth coming from John’s breath.

"What—" you begin, "Why– fuck...— the tail?"

John chuckles, slowing down his pace as his slitted, reptilian eyes look at yours. "It has its own mind, yeah?"

You made a small sound, a mix of a groan and eep before feeling the thick appendage begin to circle around your puckered hole.

It really did have a mind of its own, didn’t it?

John couldn’t help but smile, beginning to pick up his own speed while he’s perched up on top of you — hands still hooked upon and around your shoulders for balance as he leaned forward.

Dragging his erect cock against your tummy, he spreads his cum. His smell,

You’re such a good mate taking him so well, yet he decides to add something to the mix. Letting him add his other body – his tail – inside you. Curling your toes all handsomely as you adjust to its length.

You grit your teeth, heaving as a light layer of sweat litters both of your bodies.

"Lemme enter, hm?" John hums nicely, and you can’t refuse him. So you do, so oh gently.

He suppresses a sound – feeling even more heated. You, on the other hand, have your eyes tightly closed and moan so loud you’re sure the next door neighbors could hear the lewd activities.

You’re nearly crying, feeling the tail enter you to its full extremity where it wouldn’t kill you.

Price chuckles, nudging his face into your neck, feeding your sensitive neck with his scratchy beard as he resumes fucking you.

"Fuck– so pretty with my tail in yah," John hums, grabbing your cheeks before kissing you deeply; his tongue fighting dominance over yours.

Your eyes look at his — misty eyes. You seem to loose touch. Maybe with reality.

Everything clenches with friction. Your tight hole accepting the full him, sliding into you with the thinnest to the thickest part of his tail. Or how his own hole is so wet, taking your large cock with grace as he fumbles over his words.

"Fu–ucckk—" John breathes out, his right wing expanding, gripping your shoulder so unbelievably hard that you’re sure it'd leave bruises.

His hands drop down from your shoulders, beginning to glide over and down across your back, nails scratching at your redden skin.

"Oh– fuck, I love you."

With a single thrust upwards and John going downwards, you cry out loud as his rich cum releases all over your chest, staining your body as you also let yourself go.

Pumping pulse after pulse of thick cum deep inside him, you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling his own seed going at it.

"Fuck– ya' so amazin'".

And you don’t know if its the cock drunk, dragon behavior, or you pumping him full up his guts — but your cock pulses, eagrily telling you both that between his tight hole, and your own of his thick tail, you’re begging for a new round with this new added fun.

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[servicpop]

Hhhhhhh this is gonna be embarrassing 4 me to write out shshjsjs but I LOVE your writing and I have a request

If your like up for it, could you write another yanfic? But cowboy x ‘showgirl’ (a dude cross dressing for fun) it’s sfw

Like the cowboy goes to one of the readers shows and is immediately obsessed with the performer who he assumes is just a really flat woman, but when the cowboy goes backstage to find the woman he’s met with a man who looks identical to the woman on stage and realizes that the woman of his dreams was actually a man and to the cowboy that’s even better

N they go on a date and it’s fluffy and shit cus i love fluff and cowboys, i really fucking love cowboys

-🎱

✶ ﹑ love at first performance ﹏

NOW STARRING : Soft cowboy (Cole Hudson) x show"girl" reader

「ㅤSFWㅤ」ㅤCole goes to watch one of reader's show and was captivated by the performance but he didn't know that reader wasn't really a showgirl.

✙ warnings — fluff, reader cross-dresses, addresses reader as woman in the first bit (he doesn't know yet) use of her once! I'm not very good at portraying a cowboy well...

notes ,, this got me doing my research ! not too sure if this is accurate for show girls (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) not proofread!

Dusty boots scraped on the floor as Cole navigated through the bustling crowd; his heart raced from how many people there were. As the cowboy wandered in the dimly lit venue, his gaze fixated on the stage where beautiful women dressed in flamboyant clothing that glittered and swayed with their movement, danced along with the rhythm of music blaring through speakers. One showgirl especially caught Cole's attention. The way your body moved like water was hypnotising and he coupling stop his heart from thumping against his ribcage.

At first, Cole wasn't interested in these loud events; always scarin' his poor cows and his horse, but this time his pal had really insisted for him to visit one. 'It would be fun,' he said, 'see lots of spectacular performances and maybe some cute girls,' he said. So, Cole rode his horse into the heart of town and here he was now, stuck between sweaty bodies and glaring lights in his eyes.

That one performer though, your radiance was brighter than the other showgirls. Cole was entranced by your dancing, oh how he wishes he was there with you, hand on your hips, slow dancing under the soft streetlights of his home town. He slid his hat off, placing it over his chest almost like he was trying to muffle the sound of his racing heart. The costumes were bright, dazzling, and flowed easily in the wind. They were also quite revealing, accentuating the girl's cleavage and showing off the performer's midriff. All but you.

Cole noticed the lack of well— a larger chest like the other girls had, but he just assumed you were flat-chested. That didn't matter to him, besides, he prefered modesty anyways. After a few minutes, your performance was unfortunately coming to an end. The music faded out and the vibrant lights dimmed as he watched you all bow. The venue filled with deafening clapping but Cole couldn't help but stare starry-eyed at you as you walked off stage. He needed to meet you in person.

The next act slowly made their way to the stage but Cole couldn't care less about them; it was a horse show! He's pretty skilled with horses himself so there was no need to stay. Once again he pushed through the crowd of cheering people, weaving his way out of the venue. When he emerged out, Cole was hit with the crisp night air, a stark contrast of freshness compared to inside the venue. His eyes scanned the area, trying to find where the performers went after their show and he was able to spot a small tent that had light seeping out of the gaps. Cole walked over to said tent and grazed the fabric with his fingertips in hesitancy. He took a deep breath; his chest heaving before he shut his eyes and pushed the fabric aside, walking inside.

He opened his eyes as he walked in, a few showgirls turned around to look at him with confused faces and he just stood there dumbfounded. The words he wanted to speak were clogged by the lump in his throat. You walked up to him, waving your hand infront of his face, "Hey, are you okay?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. He blinked a few times before tilting his head down to meet your gaze. Christ you were beautiful, almost hauntingly similar to the showgirl he was infatuated with earlier. "U—um, I'm looking for a specific showgirl that performed tonight and I was wonderin' if I can... find her," He mumbled out, his eyes locked onto your features as if he was assessing your face. "Are you two, by any chance, relatives of some sort?" He questioned, his country accent shining through his voice.

The girls giggled while taking off their make-up and Cole shot them a confused glance. You sighed with a small chuckle and you looked down at your feet, "By any chance, would this 'showgirl' you're looking for, be me?" Once again, Cole stared at you with his jaw open. He felt his heart strangely flutter despite knowing that you were a guy. He swore he wasn't into guys but you were— different. Not like any man he's seen. He just couldn't shake off his attraction towards you.

"You're a fella?"

"Yeah, you got a problem with that?"

"Well I'll be damned, you are one beauty."

The mixture of his country accent and your more refined accent strikingly contrasted but for some reason complemented eachother. City boy meets country boy. It seemed like Cole had a staring problem because once again, he was blankly gazing into your eyes. It was charming though, how Cole always looked like he was admiring you. Pretty flattering to say the least. Out of nowhere he spoke up...

"How 'bout takin' a ride on my horse?"

How did you get here? Holding onto Cole's waist, you screamed pathetically. Your eyes were screwed shut and your cheek was pressed against his back, all you could hear were hooves thumping on the ground and Cole's warm laugh that echoed through the valley. You two were going so fast that you swore you'd fall off if you didn't hold on tight enough. "You enjoying the ride darlin'?" Cole chuckled, peering over his shoulder to see you clutching onto him like a koala, "Slow down, please!" He ignored your pleas to slow down, "C'mon sweetheart, open your eyes, the stars tonight are just somethin' else!" He yelled through the noise of the wind instead. When he saw that you didn't budge from your terrified position, he just let out a soft laugh and placed one hand over your ones that were clasped around his waist. The warmth of his calloused palm spread to your fingertips and you almost forgot how cold it was tonight. "We're almost there, don't worry," his voice was gentle and thick like honey as he reassured you.

You weren't used to this, not used to the serene silence of the nature, not used to the wind beating so hard against your body, not used to clinging onto a cute cowboy for your dear life as he rode his horse with such passion. You've grown used to the smoke filling the city, used to the loud noises of late night partiers and engines running, used to being by yourself in an apartment with only the warmth of your blanket to keep you company. When was the last time you felt so— free?

The wind died down and you two slowly halted to a stop; you didn't even realise. "You can let go now sugar," Cole giggled as he waited for you to look up from the comfort of his back. You raised your head, your eyes meeting the beautiful scenery of a small cliff with forests lining the background and a starry display of the night sky that seemed like the stars were winking at you. This was a sight you could never see in the city. Cole slides off his horse, planting his two feet on the floor before extending a hand up to you to help you get off too. Your hand reluctantly meets his, the warmth of his palm returning to your finger tips as he guides you down, catching you when you hopped off. The way he handled you was so gentle, as if he was a beast and you were a fragile butterfly.

"Guess you could say we're on a date, huh?" Cole's smile punched your gut from how soft he looked, his hand never left yours. You scoff at his remark — but in a light-hearted way — as your eyes leave his instead, and returned to the scene presented infront of the both of you. It really did seem like a date, far more romantic than any fancy dinner in the big city. Oh and the way his eyes aren't even looking at the sky. He's looking at you. "Ain't it a sight for sore eyes?" He marvelled, and you know he's not talking about the scenery.

"Yeah, it really is," You breathed out quietly like your breath had just been taken away. Cole's eyes finally leave you and he stared at the soil beneath him before he spoke, his voice hushing to barely above a whisper, "You goin' back to the big city soon?" He doesn't want you to leave. Not now. Not yet. Before you could speak, his large hands bring yours together and he traps them between his. His eyes were wide and his brows were furrowed, "Please don't go," he blurted out, embarrassingly higher pitch than he wanted his voice to be.

Your eyes soften as you couldn't help the giggles that escaped your throat. Your eyes lingered on his hands over yours and you noticed the way his fingers trembled slightly but his strength in his grip never faltered. He wasn't allowing you to leave. You did have time before your next gig so, why not?

"Maybe I'll stay for a little longer."

Your heart ached when you saw Cole sigh in relief, his eyes darting everywhere but yours with dusted rose cheeks. He let go of your hands, clutching his own. "I reckon I'll take you out to the strawberry farm my buddy owns. You can't find nothin' sweeter than the fresh grown strawberries out here," He proposed, his fingers skimming over his own knuckles. He was somewhat afraid that you'd reject him. You were so sophisticated, so refined that he couldn't help but feel silly next to you, a big performer who traveled the country to entertain. You, on the other hand, almost instantly fell to your knees from his adorable invite. Strawberry farming? With this cute cowboy you just met? Hell yeah!

"Sounds like a deal, um—" You just realised, you never got his name, "Oh! It's Cole, Cole Hudson," He replied, tipping his hat at you. Jotting his name down in your mind, you glanced at the sky, and noticed that it was incredibly dark, your manager and the girls would be worried if you were nowhere to be found in an unfamiliar place, "Well, I guess it's time to let you be. Let me take you back to your place for tonight." A whistle breaks through the silence in the air as Cole called over his horse, her hooves tapped against the floor in a trot as he took your hand in his and hoisted you up onto the horse's back before hopping on himself, "Hold on, sweets," He smiled, waiting for you to wrap your arms around his waist, securing yourself to him. With a gentle nudge of his foot and the flick of the reins, he guided his horse forward.

You were a little braver this time, keeping your head up as you tried to look around you but it was practically useless now as everything was pitch-black. You wondered how Cole could navigate in such darkness, maybe it was because he travelled up this same path multiple times and knew it better than the back of his palm. As of now, you put your whole trust in him to escort you to your hotel safely.

The lights of the town in the distance inched closer as you two finally made it back. The town was eerily quiet as many people were presumably asleep at this hour — it was so different to the city. "Thanks for the ride, Cole, I really enjoyed it," You thanked him while fumbling to get off his horse; you were still getting used to it. Cole had a hand gently caressing the mahogany-coloured fur of his mare as he looked at you with those hazel eyes of his.

"See you here tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure."

You found yourself rushing to meet up with Cole the next morning. Something in you just— felt at home with him. You met up with him, he took you on his horse, and after a few long conversations about seemingly anything that popped into your minds, you and Cole arrived to the strawberry farm. It was a surprisingly big farm with green rows of leaves with a pop of red peaking out from behind the leaves. Cole helped you put on your boots and strapped a hat to your head to shield you from the harsh sun of the countryside.

"I'll teach ya how to find the sweetest ones," Cole grinned, flicking his head to the side as he encouraged you to follow him. He trudged along the rows of strawberries with his sleeves rolled up above his elbows, showing his well-built forearms. He had given you a little basket and labelled you on 'basket duty,' but you didn't complain. You stared at his back while he proudly walked infront of you, it was now that you realised how big he was compared to you, both in height and muscle. Could you grow to his height in the future? Probably not.

You were snapped out of your trance when Cole squat down and reached a hand out to one particularly red strawberry, "Here, this is a good one," he hummed contently before plucking it off the stem before handing it to you, "Y'see, a bright red tells you its a sweet strawberry, and these green caps are also good," Cole explained. He placed the strawberry into the basket and turned back around, walking forward with peeled eyes. He wanted to find the best ones for you.

"How 'bout you try, darlin'?" Cole asked, glancing over his shoulder before reaching out his arm to encircle around your waist, drawing you closer and leading you forward. "Alright," You hesitated on agreeing but why not give it a try? You couldn't get this experience anywhere in the city. Your eyes caught on specific strawberry that fit the 'Sweet Strawberry' criteria that Cole suggested to you. Vibrant color? Check. Green cap? Check. You picked it off the stem and showed Cole for approval. He placed a hand on his chin as he looked like he was lost in analysing the strawberry. A smile plastered on his face and his dimples appeared, "You'll ain't gonna know 'till you try it."

Bringing the strawberry to your lips, you sunk your teeth into it, the refreshing sweetness meeting your tongue. Your gaze was casted off into space as you took some time to process how to describe the taste until you suddenly felt warm fingers tilt your chin up. Before you could question it, Cole leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, savouring the taste of the strawberry that was lingering on your lips. It was only a small peck before he pulled away. You swear you were just swept off your feet and— was it getting really hot or was it just you? You stood there, frozen, unsure of how to act after that kiss. That was enough to send your heart running laps.

"It's real sweet, you sure did a good job pickin' that one sweetheart."

♡

notes ,, I loved writing this so much! Thank you nonnie ♡♡ I wasn't planning on writing this much but I just had to ,, anyways! If you wanna see more Cole please request scenarios/date ideas/etc etc, also, thank you for 400+ followers ♡ my read more thing keeps breaking so don't mind if its kinda weird!

#servicpop — fics/drabbles #oc x male reader #male x reader #mlm #male x male #sub male reader #male reader #cowboy oc #x male reader #m!reader #oc x reader #bottom male reader #x bottom male reader #fluff

[archonsabyss]

╰─..✶. [ My Love Mark ]

❒ pairing: (aged-up) bakugou x fem!reader

❒ genre: fluff! smut nsfw [mdni]!

❒ warnings: swearing! hickeys! katsuki accidentally leaves a burn imprint on your hip? idk if that's how it works or whtv but yeh

❒ wc: 1.5k

─❒ authors note: inspired [reel]. too lazy to read over it again to check for mistakes. WRITING IS SELF INDULGENT isn't it🤭

Bundled sheets are crinkled between his rough and scarred fingers. His grip is tight and unrelenting as the pleasure builds to new heights from the persistent snapping of his hips and the way you tighten around him. Katsuki's ragged breathing and drunken words of assertion whisper seductively into your ear as he forces your body to keep up with him; as he demands you stay with him as he loses himself.

"Slow down... Ka-Katsuki" You plead through whimpering stutters.

"No" He'd snap back almost immediately, raising his head to glance at your face that twists and contorts in minor discomfort hidden beneath the face of pleasure with every small movement he makes, and he's so beyond enamoured by the way your brows furrow when your diluted pupils' peak at him through lidded eyes before rolling back as he rubs himself back and forth against you. His eyes soften at the sight of your responsive reaction, and the sweat accumulates on your face as you give yourself to him despite exhaustion.

In a split second, Katsuki's brought down to earth and he's shoving his cock deep inside you, settling firmly pressed up against your heaving chest as you fall numb against the mattress, encaged between his flexed arms and the warmth radiating from your entangled limbs.

"No" He repeats softer than the first time, his thumb brushing circles on your flustered cheeks. "Don't want to"

"Just need a sec- Kats" You reassure weakly, taking advantage of the steady pace he sets just to talk to you. "Just a sec"

"Fine" He huffs, "But 'm not pulling out"

You murmured a frail, 'okay', allowing your eyes to fall shut and your hands to slip from his hair and fall to the bed. Bakugou does not approve but he figures he can give you a second or two.

As you're recuperating, Bakugou's anxious and can't find it in himself to be completely still so he resorts to fidgeting with the sheets, only it doesn't do much as his restlessness continues to grow at an agitatingly fast rate. His tongue swipes across his teeth in a consecutive back-and-forth motion, clinking now and then as he looks for something to occupy his fidgetiness.

"Wanna move" He says and it hasn't even been two minutes.

"Can't keep up with you" You chuckled, looping your arms around his neck.

"Don't care" But his actions say otherwise as he does not attempt to move without your consent. Alas, he sighs and resorts to burying his face deeply in the crook of your neck where his lips press to your heated skin.

His hair lay in disarray at the top of his head with a few loose strands sticking to his forehead, and your hand finds comfort between the unruly locks attempting to salvage the mess.

"Yeah, fuck you make me crazy" He exhaled deeply with a glare burning into your neck. He's unable to comprehend the way you're making him feel and all you're doing is brushing your hands through his hair.

"S not fucking fair" He curses, smothering your neck and throat and shoulders with wet kisses and long-striding swipes of his tongue until it grows sensitive beneath his determination.

Katsuki shifts, starting up a slow but consistent pace with his cock burying between your walls, a replenished moan erupts from your throat and it deafens him; forcing him into a blinded state of bliss that he barely realizes the flickering of sparks beneath his hand and the way his nails dig deep into your hip, not even when you screech his name out between what he derives as a sultry moan and an aching groan. So far into his delusions that he doesn't acknowledge the way your hand grips his biceps for relief or the way your body curves upward against him, trying to wriggle out of his grip which only forces him deeper than he has ever been before.

With each breath that tugs from his lungs, Katsuki loses control.

A cloud of disbelief fogs his mind as he tries to understand how something he's done so many times before can only get better; can only feel so entirely new like it's the very first time you've been this intimate when the experience of his and your actions denote otherwise.

He swears incoherently into your ear until you utter his name between sobs, the safe word you've only used once before making its way out of your swollen lips.

Bakugou stops.

"Fuck" He mutters in panic, hooded eyes widening as his brows pinched into a frown.

"Sorry baby" He's apologizing wholeheartedly, cock twitching in desperate need of continuation but against his desires he pulls out, dragging a heavy breath from your chest as he does. His hands find their place on your cheeks and he's doing a quick once over your body, eyes landing on the reddened area where his hands before cupping your cheeks are imprinted on a bright shade of red.

"Fuck"

"Said that already" You chuckled, tears falling down your cheeks. "M'kay" You assured and you meant it. "Was a little shocked is all"

"Fuck..." He gruffly mutters at himself while brushing his thumb over the tender and sensitive skin causing you to flinch. "I'm gonna get ice"

As he says this, he's already pushing himself off you against your will and rushing to grab an ice pack stored in the freezer.

"Come back here, Katsuki" He hears you calling him just as he re-enters the room. The sound of his name pleading from your lips as you instantly miss his warmth and company exhilarates the organ pumping blood throughout his body.

The frown usually creasing his forehead is relieved and gone, and in place of it is an untroubled expression of relief and calmness.

There's an unwavering flicker of his tenderness and affection for you in the way his eyes trail across your naked body, his careful touch contrasting the aching of your joints and the pulsing of your pussy.

Katsuki's knees dig into the mattress when he gets onto the bed and you feel the weight dipping in its favour. The sight of his hovering figure above you then returns for a split second, all the time needed for him to press a kiss to your lips, your forehead, and lastly the area beneath your earlobe before his pulling away and placing the ice on the swelling pain on your side.

When the ice meets the fiery burn, you can't help the relieved sigh that escapes. And it arises a smudge of guilt in Katsuki that you're quick to assure, your hands placed on his shoulder and dragged up to his neck. "Lay with me"

He's tempted to refuse but how can he when it's what you both want. He glances at his hand that keeps the pack in place, "It's fine Kats, lay on your side next to me"

When it's just the two of you, Katsuki lets his guard down and is often quiet. He rarely speaks but somewhere between the lines he fills the silence. Everything that leaves your lips reaches his ears and pierces his thick skull and during those times, he reminded you of a puppy in a sense of loyalty, affection, and obedience. Katsuki is settled in the confinement of your home and thus he feels it a safe space to let the lovesick side of him show further and naturally, he allows it to take dominance.

His expression had never been softer. His touch had never been more careful. And the way he settles himself on top of you so mindful of your pain, he doesn't lay beside you and remains above you just more to the left away from where his lust took over and left its mark, regretfully stopping him from receiving end. Katsuki buries his head into the crook of your neck and latches his lips onto it like a starved man, tongue licking and flicking back and forth, teeth nipping, the wet sloppy noise of his actions echoing in your ears and drawing fast and heavy breathes from your chest again.

The night was far from over, but for now, he'd let you take a few minutes─ an hour to rest while he busied himself with dressing you in his marks. There were so many other things he could do for the time to pass and you didn't stop him as it began.

Pants draw from your chest as you comb your fingers through his dishevelled hair and linger them down his spine. This pulls a satisfied moan from Katsuki who embraces the gesture; the feeling of your nails scratching up and down his back as your chest rises and presses firmly against his chest before it falls and repeats. His hand adjusts the ice but he doesn't pull away, so content with the moment despite the little accident and not reaching his end. But he's certain if you keep this up, he'll cum in no time, and then he supposes he can give you maybe another hour to rest.

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[elfyelation]

Might I request some a sort of drabble for Astarion (male) lover asking him to go slower during sex?

𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 | smutshot

pairing—astarion x m!reader warnings—smut, pwp, overstimulation, crying during sex, soft astarion, fluff, top!astarion, botttom!reader, slight teasing word count—359 rating—18+, smut under the cut

He holds you down, slender fingers curling into your skin as he thrusts into you. It had been a while since you’d last been together like this, since he’d even come asking. Whatever had kept him from you seemed to be gone now as he craved an intimate moment with you. Or, perhaps, he just needed to let off some steam.

You tried to speak but his name turned into a moan on your lips as he snapped his hips harshly into you again. It was all too much. Far too much.

He’d been pent up, clearly. So pent up, in fact, that he seemed to feel the need to pound you until you were red raw.

“Please… Astarion…” More moans fell from your lips, accompanied by the tears that began to spill from your eyes, “Slow down…”

Your arm had moved to cover your face which you turned to the side, almost inviting him to take a bite into your succulent neck. His face was buried into your skin almost immediately but the sharp sting of fangs piercing through flesh never came.

Instead, he kissed the skin of your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder. With each kiss, the time between each thrust became longer, more stretched out. He was trying so hard to slow down for you.

When he finally managed a slow, steady pace, he lifted his head and reached out and gently lifted your arm so that he could see your face. Then, he kissed the tears away from your eyes, your cheeks.

“Sorry, darling. It’s just been so long since I’ve had a taste of your exquisite body. I believe I got a little carried away. Don’t worry, I won’t let you tear.”

You rolled your eyes at his remark and wrapped your legs around him, pushing him deeper inside you. “Just… slower. Please?”

His lips curled into a smirk and he rolled his hips slowly out and then back into you. His forehead came to rest against your own, your lips meeting in a gentle kiss as he reached between you to toy at the tip of your cock. “Anything for you, my love.”

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[infamous-if]

Spicy Snippet #3: M!Seven

VICTORIA - ORION - F!SEVEN

The high you feel hearing the crowd after a performance is one that can’t be replicated. Not even the strongest drugs can make you feel this…alive. Nothing else in the world can make you feel this alive. 

Aside from Seven, of course. 

But if the danger of the drug is measured by how strong the addiction is, you fear Seven Lawless is definitely the worst. 

Or best, depending on how you look at it.

That thought runs through your mind now when Seven takes your hand and motions to the bathroom. Your friends are too busy riding that post-performance high by dancing together, and you look away from them to give Seven a nod.

The sly, evil smile that rises on his face makes a shiver run down your spine, and you allow him to pull you through the crowd. 

When you two reach the bathroom, Seven looks under each stall as you throw cold water on your face. You’re panting, sweaty, and your skin still burns with heat from the performance. When Seven is satisfied that you two are alone, he turns to look at you through the mirror. The secret smile on his face makes your skin burn hotter, and you’re certain that performing on stage to a stadium of people won’t ever hold a candle to how he makes you feel with one look.

He keeps his eyes trained on yours when he walks over to you, stopping to stand behind you. A lump forms in your throat, and a swell of excitement and nervousness rises in the pit of your stomach when he puts his hands on the sink, looking away from the mirror to tilt his head at you, gazing at your face. 

“Hi.” 

You manage a smile when you drag your eyes away from the mirror to turn your cheek, meeting his eyes. “Hey.” 

His humor fades away once his eyes settle on your mouth and you subconsciously lick your lips. Doing the same to his own, he appears debate something for a brief moment. Then, with heated eyes, he leans forward and presses his mouth to yours. 

The action is cautious, delicate, which is funny considering Seven was just head banging on stage minutes ago. You can taste the strawberry chapstick on his mouth, and the heat of his tongue against yours makes your legs feel like goo. Kissing Seven is still something completely new to you. 

After being best friends for years, you thought you knew all there was to know about Seven. It’s only recently that you discovered there’s a version of him you were completely in the dark about. Like how he kisses. How, sometimes, you look at him while you two are singing on stage and feel like he’s undressing you with his eyes. Or how he makes a certain sound in your mouth when you kiss him just right. A sound only you can pull out of him. 

When he pulls away, it’s too soon. He smiles at you. “You did really well on stage tonight.” 

“Is that why you brought me to the bathroom?” you say with a smile of your own. “To compliment me?”

“Maybe.” Your nose brushes his when he moves his head to kiss you again, chaste and brief. You ache for more. “Are you disappointed? Is it not enough?”

“Not nearly,” you admit, the words leaving you in a sigh. 

His eyes glitter with happiness and he chews on his lower lip in thought before saying, “I like when you want me. For a long time, I wasn't sure if you did. Well...I hoped you did."

You hate how easily saying things like that come to him. “So do I.” 

“Well, I want you all the time so that’s not really anything special…” 

You sputter out a laugh, looking around the bathroom. Like most club bathrooms, it sits in disrepair from lack of maintenance. It’s dirty, and hardly romantic. When you look back at Seven, he’s looking at you with half a grin, already knowing what you’re going to say next. “Even now?”

“Especially now.” He looks at you. “Sweaty from performing and we’re alone…”

You snort and Seven smiles before he leans in again. All pretenses flee, and your skin grows hot when you turn fully to face him. He presses his body against yours, pushing you against the sink. 

You deepen the kiss, your hand going to his neck, pulling him closer. Seven’s chest vibrates against yours when he groans, his palm reaching under your shirt to swipe across your stomach, the heat of his skin against yours making your desire shoot up until you feel yourself reaching between you two, your fingers toying with the zipper of his pants. Feeling exactly just how much he wants you.

Seven pulls away, putting his hand on yours, stopping you. When you look at him, he shoots a pointed look at the door. Understanding, you smile and push yourself off the sink, grabbing his hand. It’s your turn to lead him and you do so to one of the empty stalls. 

The moment you lock it, Seven is on you. He pushes you against the door of the stall. He stifles your gasp with another kiss, this one hurried and urgent as if time is running out. 

When he pulls away to kiss your neck, you bring a hand to his hair to guide him. The strands are soft between your fingers, and Seven smiles against your skin. And then, between kisses, he says, “When do you think we’re going to tell the band about this?”

“Never,” is your immediate reply, and his kiss melts into a bite that makes you stifle a moan. You drop your hand from his hair to the waistband of his pants, forcing it down his hips. “They’d never let us live it down.” 

You and Seven have been hiding away for the past few weeks. You don’t remember the exact reason why you two agreed not to tell anyone, but it had something to do with “not ruining the delicate ecosystem of the dynamic” whatever that means.

“Do you think they already know?” he manages, the words coming out strangled when you hook a finger over the band of his boxers, pulling them down. "They must have an idea." Seven swallows when he follows your gaze to the space between you two.

“Don’t know,” you say, kissing him again. He bites your lower lip in playful warning and you pull away to spit on your hand. “And right now, don’t care.”

“Eventually we’re going to have to tell the—oh.” You know exactly how to shut him up. Your hand wraps around him and he jerks his hips forward, unable to stop the moans from leaving your lips. 

You kiss him again, and he puts two hands on your cheeks. You've barely settled into the rhythm he likes most when the bathrooms swing open, and Seven’s eyes widen. Sensing another groan from him, you put your hand on his mouth and his brows furrow together in panic. Then you quicken your pace and his drops his head against the door, his face melting back into that expression of carnal pleasure you like to see so much. Seven completely forgets what he was worried about. 

“…you think we’ll be able to come back next week?” You almost choke the moment the voice rises in the air, and your hand falters. Seven makes a frustrated sound in his throat and he puts a hand on your arm, urging you to continue. 

“You heard that?” Iris asks. 

You look at Seven with wide eyes, and his brows furrow in faux innocence. “Mfhfnmf?” he mutters against the skin of your palm. You want to scream in frustration—at Devyn. At Iris. At their impeccable timing. 

You hear the doors of the stalls slamming open and Seven shoots you a look. Ah. Shit. The last thing you need is for your friends to find out you and Seven are…whatever you are right now. 

You step back and Seven fumbles for his pants, grumbling in disappointment as he buttons it closed. You look around, uncertain at first, before you step on the toilet so only one pair of feet are seen in the stall. Seven spins around in confusion, not knowing what to do with his hands and...with himself, and you point at the door so he understands. 

“I swear I heard that,” Iris says. “What if someone is dying or something?”

“It’s…me,” Seven calls out. His voice is thick with desire, still hoarse from what you two just finished doing.

Well, finished isn’t exactly the word. 

“Seven?” Iris ventures. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just felt sick,” he responds, looking back with a shrug. The heat in the pit of your stomach hasn’t gone away, and when he looks at you, it takes everything in you not to tell Iris and Devyn to fuck off somewhere. 

“You need a hand?” Devyn asks.

"A hand?" You hear Seven snicker, and you want to kick him. Though you can't stop your own smile. "Nuh-huh. I'm not throwing up or anything." Seven puts a cheek on the door, then his hands. He looks like he’s getting irritated. You understand—you want them gone.“I’m alright. I’ll meet you guys back outside.” 

Your legs are starting to hurt, you shift in order to give your muscles relief, but the toilet seat moves with you, making you slip. 

You scream, because what else is there to do when you're slipping face first off a toilet seat?

“Wha—” Seven barely has time to spin and catch you before you’re crashing into him, making his head clatter against the door. The sound echoes against the bathroom, and your friends are gasping.

"Ow..." Seven groans.

“Seven?!” A moment later you see Iris peeking out from under the stall, her eyes widening. “[MC]?”

“Heyyyy,” you drawl out casually, your body slumped over on Seven’s as he uses his arm to hold you up. He uses the other one to open the door, and it swings open pathetically until Devyn and Iris are looking at you with twin expressions of surprise. 

“Hey.” Seven nods his head in greeting, smiling awkwardly. He puts his hands together to lock his fingers behind your back, holding you to his chest.

Devyn glances at the both of you, lips parted. “What the fuck are you guys doing?”

“I…uh.” He swallows. “Thought I had a bowel problem. [MC] was just helping me in making sure nothing wrong’s down there.” He forces out a laugh. "All good."

You look at him, wanting to beam your disappointment into his brain. Really? That’s all you could come up with? 

“Ugh.” Iris waves a dismissive hand, walking away. “You two are so fucking weird sometimes. Go to the doctor! It's not normal to be that close!"

"You have no idea how close we are," Seven mumbles, and you nudge his rib. He coughs, and then smiles again.

Devyn stands there, not so easily convinced, but then she follows Iris out anyway. Not without shooting you two a look. 

When they’re gone, you two glance at each other. "I think it's time we tell them." You detangle yourself from him, adjusting your clothes.

Seven lets out a laugh, letting his head fall back against the stall wall.

“You think?” 

#6k drabble #seven lawless #m!seven #rated r #obligatory this isn't edited </3

[astroknottt]

imagine being gaz’s next door neighbor! you’re a young guy who likes bass guitar and a lot of heavy metal music so you can only imagine the amount of headaches gaz’s gets when you’re playing.

but you’re as sweet and gentle as they come—although, mammoth in size, your voice is gentle and you handle things with such care that Gaz always thinks that maybe he has the wrong idea about you. at first he thought you were some emo hulk head but you’re more than that.

you bring him food when you’ve cooked to much and you never fail to play your music on low because you know he needs the rest.

and when he invites you over in spontaneous. you spend the night drinking and he gets to know you better, even tries his best to cook for you. gaz enjoys your company as you do his.

© astroknottt ™ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 !

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[eyesxxyou]

Since drabble requests are open I'm begging for the dilf Hobie breeding and imperganting kink with ftm reader

Like he sees you with his daughter and starts tweaking immediately need to put baby in reader 🙏🏼🙏🏼

-🤡

❝ babyfever ❞ hobie brown x ftm!reader

❝ content ❞ breeding kink, talk of getting pregnant, DILF!Hobie, Hobie has a daughter already, graphic descriptions of sex, creampies, cockwarming

You had just picked her up. Beatrice, Bee, Hobie's daughter. You had picked her up and carried her on your hip, twirling her around until she giggled and you grew dizzy. You had just kissed her nose, her cheeks, her forehead with gentle pecks that anyone would offer to the girl upon knowing her. She was sweet, a controlled chaos, looked just as beautiful as her father. She was easy to love, just like her father as well.

All you had done was tuck her into bed and read her a bedtime story while Hobie sat watching the way she fell asleep with her head in your lap. You didn't even mind that she drooled on you.

All you had done was be a good boyfriend and accepted Hobie’s daughter wholeheartedly for him to get this way. All over you, muttering about how great of a dad you’d be between licks into your mouth.

“‘m gonna make ya a daddy.” His hands grip your hips as you lay on your back and take his cock into your soaked pussy. Your back arched off the bed, hands grasping his wrists as he sinks into you balls deep.

He’s already cum twice, his seed leaking from your abused, puffy cunt that takes as much of him as it can hold. You’re filled to the brink with cum and cock, determined to fill you up as much as possible and make you swollen with child.

Hobie pounded into you, each pull of his hips leaving sticky strings of cum connecting your hips to his. His eyes were alight with concentration, his gaze greedily feasting upon the way your pussy sucked in his length with open acceptance, like you wanted him to cum again, wanted him to give you a baby, wanted him to impregnate you.

“So good wit’ Bee-Bee. Yer gonna be such a good daddy when I put this baby in ya. Say I’. ‘’m gonna be such a good dad’.” He quickened his pace, the sharp clap of skin meeting skin filling the room. You wet his cock to the hilt, cum dripping down his balls and down the round of your ass.

You were so fucked out, trembling to your toes with each brutal thrust to your swollen pussy. Your t-dick was hard, aching, desperate. Hobie pinched it, rolled it between his fingers. He spat on it and slapped it a little. “I said, say. It.” He punctuated each word with a eye-fluttering stroke of his hips, angled and sharp.

“‘m gonna- fuck~ God, Hobie. ‘m gonna be such a good dad.” You choked, legs bowing. Your hole body rattled with each thrust, each stroke of his hips stealing any sort of cohesion or rational thought from your mind.

Maybe you did want to get pregnant. If it were to be by anyone, you’d want it to be Hobie, no one else. You want to have a family to him, want to take care of his daughter, want to give him another child because you know how much he loves being a dad, even if the position was thrusted upon him so unexpectedly.

He was making you lose any form of reserve against such an idea. God, you’d give him as many children as he wanted if he kept fucking you like this.

“Gimme a baby, Hobes.” You plead with him, even if it’s just in the moment. There are things in place to keep you from getting pregnant. “Fuck- I wan’ it so bad.” You spread your legs wider before him, let him pound out your pussy so thoroughly you were throbbing

Hobie leaned over you and pressed his lips to yours in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. His hips slowed into softer, slower ruts of his hips into you.

“We’ll be such a happy lil’ family.” You coo into his open mouth only for him to groan with pleasant satisfaction at the idea. “I’ll be there for Bee. You’ll be such a good father to our baby like you are to Bee.” Hobie simply purred. His hands grasp at your hips to keep you still so you can take his third load.

You rolled your hips into his and whispered on his sweet lips about how beautiful your family with him would be. You, Him, Bee, and your second child. You claimed Bee as your own, she was yours, your child your baby and Hobie was eating up every second of it.

“Shit- dove, ‘m gonna cum.” His tongue was against yours, lapping, his hips shuddering into you. “Gonna give ya wha’cha wan’.” Hobie filled you up, a warm flooding of your body in white to the brim as he slowly pulled out to make more room for his last load of cum.

Your body accepted it happily, accepted him. Hobie didn't pull out, wanted to keep the cum inside just a little longer. He laid on top of you, held you close, his lips peppering kisses to the side of your neck. “How long do ya think ‘til it takes?”

You giggled softly. “Whenever I stop my birth control.”

Hobie looked up at you, his eyes all big and pleading, begging for you to “at least consider it”. He so badly wanted another child and wanted one with no one other than you. He’d butter you up with kisses and sweet words into the shell of your ear. You know what he wants, knows he loves you and wants nothing more than to fully complete your family by having another child.

But you think Bee is perfectly enough. You don't need a child “of your own”, as far as you care, she is your child. But you understand, Hobie’s just having baby fever. He loves being a father.

You kissed him softly, fingers tracing the angle of his jaw. “I’ll consider it.”

“Jus’ consider it.”

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[heeracha]

[ 2:27 PM ] — jay leans in, pressing his lips against yours as you were fixing his collar and you, being smitten, can’t help but not pull away to continue fixing it, but chose to melt against the kiss and kiss him back. you smile against the kiss, giggles muffled against jay’s lips as his arms wrap around your waist to pull you impossibly closer to him.

“what’s so funny about me kissing you?” his voice low when he asked, lightly pulling away as he rests his forehead against yours, lips just a breath away.

you shake your head, looking into his eyes through your lashes with a smile on your lips. “you just make me giddy, is all.” you mumble and jay smiles, presses his lips against yours once again. your hands sliding up from his collar to his jaw. “jongseong,” you say against his lips and he hums, kissing you harder because apparently, he’s not doing it hard when you can still talk. you hum, hand going on his chest to softly push him. “you’re gonna be late.”

jay frowns and you smile, hand coming up to his chin as you wipe off your lipstick. “what if i call them and tell them something came up so i can stay with you?” he asks and you chuckle.

“then heeseung would say ‘what, your neediness for y/n?’,” you tease and jay groans, remembering that day when he called in sick because he wanted to stay, but heeseung, of course, knew what was up. “it will just for a few hours, honey. then you’ll be back home, here with me.”

“home is you, y/n.” jay corrects and you smile.

“and you’re mine.” you say as you go back, fixing his collar. after a few minutes, the van honks three times to let you two know they’re out waiting for jay. “take care, love.”

“i’ll see you later.” jay says and you nod.

“i’ll be here.” you say and jay leans in, but you lean back with a smile. you shake your head, gesturing you’re lipstick will transfer on his lips again. normally, you don’t care, but you didn’t want to spoil jay’s look anymore. “go now.”

“but y/n,” jay softly whines and you shake your head. then van honks again, prolonging it this time. you laugh, gesturing to the door. “fine. bye.”

“bye.” you softly say and jay turns around, going to the door, but he turns back. “yeah?”

“my wallet,” he says, walking back. “i forgot my—“ jay cuts himself off as he cups your chin and presses his lips against yours.

jay pulls away with a goofy grin. “park jongseong!” you exclaim, laughing as jay runs out of the shared house, yelling that he loves you. he runs to the van, opening the door as he climbs in and closes it.

heeseung chuckles, shaking his head, jake looks at him with teasing eyes and sunghoon grabs a tissue, pressing it against jay’s lip.

“what the fuck?”

“y/n’s lipstick mark is on your lips, simp.”

“oh.”

— a/n: hi, im back after ghosting for idk ever since hee day lol,, anyway have this jjong drabble lol <3 i'll answer asks inn a bit,, ily for being so patient with me! rbs, comments/feedbacks, and likes are highly appreciated! <3

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[milfgyuu]

Wonwoo knows he can be a little aloof at times and he doesn’t mean to be. It’s just too easy to get lost in his head and his work so he really tries to focus on the little things. He refills your tea when it’s empty. Covers you with a blanket when you fall asleep on the couch, taking an extra minute to watch your even breathing and kiss your hair. He holds your hand in the car and he always touches you as he walks by, just to remind you that he’s here even when he’s not able to be fully present. There are short handwritten notes left all over the house. Some practical like “grabbing milk after work” and some more intimate like the one left stuck to the lamp on your bedside table, “I’ll be thinking about you all day. Dinner tonight, making reservations. I love you, xx” 🖤

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[jenosbliss]

paining. gn!reader x jaemin | genre. fluff | wc. 0.5k | warnings. none

[10:24 pm]

The voice of your friend filled the once quiet apartment the moment she picked up the video call “What’s the tea?”

“It’s not tea…” you air quoted the word ‘tea’ with a roll of your eyes before continuing “… last night something happened between me and-” the doorbell's sound reverberated throughout the apartment, interrupting your conversation.

"Who's here at this hour?" you looked at your friend through the screen, who held the same expression of confusion as you. "Don't hang up and be careful. I got 911 on dial." she said making you chuckle while you stood from the couch and went to answer the door.

To see Jaemin standing at your door did come as a surprise, but deep down you knew it would be him, or you expected it to be him. After last night it was evident that a lot will change between both of you and him being here at this hour was just the beginning.

"Jaemin? What happened?" opening the door, you asked voice laced with genuine concern. He looked as if he hadn't slept for days, his hair was an absolute mess sticking out from every direction, his eyes were droopy and the bags under them made him look exhausted.

He was panting heavily and slouching while holding the doorframe, this meant just one thing; he had made a run from his place to yours, not even bothering enough to look for his car keys, he was in such a hurry to come here.

"Y/n, hi" his voice feeble as he tried to catch his breath. "I'm sorry for bothering you at this time but..." he stood up straight, walking inside the apartment as you closed the door behind him. "... I don't know what's wrong with me. Am I going crazy? I just- just... Oh god! Ughhhh" grabbing his hair he paced around your living room.

"Hey calm down. Tell me what's bothering you, okay?" you walked towards Jaemin, a bit startled by his actions.

"What's bothering me?" he let out a humorless chuckle as he paced in your direction. "It's you. You are bothering me." he held your hands in his as he pulled you close to him, very close.

It would be a lie if you said thoughts of Jaemin weren't bothering you either since yesterday, but he looked frantic. "I'm sorry for what I'm about to do but I have to, I- I need to"

Before you could understand what, he meant, Jaemin closed the gap between you both. He kissed you, with passion and need. His lips moved against yours with such desperation and tenderness that you can't help but get lost in him and this feeling of pure bliss.

The force with which he kissed you made you stumble a few steps back, holding on to his bicep for support as his firm grip on your waist tightened while he refused to let you go. His lips felt cold and chapped against yours warm and soft ones, you felt soft tickles of his breath against your skin as he still tried to pull you closer.

"I was right..." Jaemin whispered after pulling away, still close enough that his breath sent tingles down to our toes. "About what?" you mumbled breathlessly. "I am in fucking love with you."

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a/n. i am really sorry for disappearing but but here’s the Jaemin fic! will be working on the requests soon.

masterlist. nct dream | nct 127 | wayv

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[peachypinkygloss]

hiiii beloved ! already said that but im so so happy for you, you deserve it and so many more! let's go to 1 billion !!!!

stepbros!namjoon and jungkook, dumbfication, manipulation and dollification or bimbo reader idk totally up to u ! do and add what u want my love, i just know is going to be amazing 😌

and again, congrats peachy, love uuuu 🥳💜

- m🤍

sjjsjhgvufdh hi baby 🥺 thank you so much !! 😩 i love you a lot lot lot <3 your support means the world to me ): 🤍

remember

When alone in the house, your stepbrothers play with you.

pairing: stepbrother!namjoon x fem!reader x stepbrother!jungkook

genre: step siblings au, smut

warnings: joon and jk are meanies (like assholes of the year award im not kidding (why is this hot tho)), pseudo incest, kind of dub-con, free-use??, manipulation, degradation, dumbification, crybaby reader 🥲, fingering, cum eating, 1k words.

a.n.: filth is my second name btw AND as always don't read if you don't like!!

This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game if you want to participate and send in a request of yours! 🤍

♡・2k celebration masterlist・♡

"What's the matter, mh?" Jungkook whispers in your ear, his fingers skillfully moving in your cotton panties, tracing your puffy clit. "Too stupid to form a simple sentence?" He mocks and you can't help the whine escaping your mouth right after.

Jungkook is being really unfair and mean, as usual. Nothing's new, except for the manly hand dancing in your underwear while your other stepbrother, Namjoon, is in the kitchen. It won't take long until he comes back into the living room.

It's exactly at that moment that you hear Namjoon's footsteps approaching, Jungkook's mouth beside your ear whispering to you again. "Remember, that's what you wanted," he smiles, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger.

He quickly grabs your chin and turns your head around in order to kiss your lips, exploring your mouth with his tongue. He backs away before Namjoon enters the room, keeping his hand at the right place where it belongs.

"What's wrong with y'all?"

You freeze when you hear your brother's deep voice, a scowl drawing on his face. His brows are frowned, looking disappointed, but he doesn't seem to want to stop Jungkook, not at all. You have the impression that he knew and didn't expect it to actually happen.

Jungkook's fingers penetrate you and you gasp loudly, tears forming in your eyes as you feel your pussy burn, fingers stretching you out really well.

You glance in Jungkook's direction, watery eyes asking for pity, begging for mercy. But that's what you wanted, wasn't it?

He doesn't have any pity for you, you realize, and so you turn your head back around, gaze shifting up to Namjoon's face. "I- I-" you begin, but miserably stop as Jungkook starts pumping in and out of your wet pussy. "I asked for it!" You finally squeak out, grasping on Jungkook's arm.

You open your legs wider despite you, your entire body on fire, Jungkook's fingers being too big for your own good. This one smirks at you, satisfied you listened to him and lied to Namjoon. Willingly or not, you did what he said because you're nothing more than his dumb little stepsister.

"I'm sorry, Joonie, I'm sorry," you sob out, apologizing because Jungkook has made you believe it was just all your fault. Sure, you're nowhere near against it, let's not lie, but you also feel like you're betraying Namjoon.

The last time you were alone in the house, Jungkook was locked up in his room playing on his Playstation and Namjoon was studying in his room, too.

You don't really remember how it happened, but it hadn't been long until you found yourself getting pounded into your mattress, crying fat tears under Namjoon.

You had almost lost any rational thoughts that day, only remembering his name that you were crying out each time his hand around your throat tightened or when his cock reached impossibly deep into you.

"No, you're not," Namjoon shakes his head, refusing your lame apology. He steps closer, placing himself just in front of you so you have to tilt your head up to look at him. "Do you know what you are, though?" He questions.

Your eyebrows knit together, confused. "No..." You mutter, shamelessly getting fucked by Jungkook's fingers. Your nails dig into his forearm and scratch his skin as you claw at it, leaving white trails and crescent forms behind.

Namjoon leans over and grabs your chin, his eyes boring into yours. "A stupid slut," he responds all too casually, his hot breath hitting your face.

Maybe he's right because the only thing you can answer is a moan as Jungkook finds your sensitive spot way too easily. Your mouth is agape and you whine in Namjoon's face. You should be embarrassed, but shame doesn't even make its way to your brain as you're too overwhelmed by the pleasure building up in your core.

"What did we do to deserve a brainless girl like you as our sister, huh?" Jungkook chuckles beside you while your gaze is still connected with Namjoon's, little pearls falling down on your burning cheeks.

"I'm sorry," you mumble, weak and defeated. Always sorry for something that isn't technically your fault. That hand didn't sneak in your panties by itself, someone's controlling it. And Namjoon didn't break into your room just like that, it was calculated.

In the end, it doesn't matter whose fault it is because you want it as much as they do.

"Stop fucking whining, you're annoying," Namjoon scolds and you close your mouth, really feeling ashamed now. "This is what you wanted, so fucking take it," he says with a firm voice, making your heart ache in your rib cage and your walls clench around Jungkook's long fingers.

Namjoon lets go of your face roughly and now Jungkook completely wrecks you, moving in and out of you and curling his fingers inside, his digits patting the spongy spot inside your pussy.

You move your legs apart until your feet dangle in the air, hands grasping on the cushions underneath, nails sinking into the material. You keep your mouth shut, but your whines are still heard as well as your sobs, hips bucking upward to meet your brother's hand.

"You're going to cum, aren't you, baby girl?" Jungkook wonders, but it's evident. Your thighs are shaking, your cunt can't stop clenching around him and your cries are amplifying. "God, you're sucking my fingers in like a slut."

Of course, it's after he says that that you feel your high approaching, knot in your stomach tightening. You can't keep your mouth closed anymore and moan out as your orgasm passes through you intensely.

You close your legs around his hand, now too sensitive to handle his fingers. You breathe heavily, looking at them with a blurry vision and damped cheeks from your tears.

Jungkook slowly retracts his hand away from your heat, licking his fingers clean from your cum. You have the feeling that this isn't finished, quite far from it, and you're soon proven right.

Namjoon pulls you up by your arm, only to shove you against the couch on your stomach after. "If you cry again, I won't have any other choice than to shut you up myself."

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[staticradiodotcom]

Awkward!Remus Lupin Headcannons

AN: I have been down bad for this man and some people make him way too confident. so i present, Biblically accurate remus.

Tags: Remus Lupin x Gn!Reader, Smut, possibly angst??, Innocent!Remus.

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SFW

This man trips over his own feet constantly. He does it atleast four times a day.

Consistently flustered, No matter how many times you call him pretty or handsome he always turns red. He just can’t understand how someone like you can view him as good looking.

Always willing to help you with any problem, no matter how hard.

This man gets flustered when you kiss him in public. again, he doesn’t understand why someone like you would want to be seen openly with him.

Loves holding your hand while you walk to and from classes.

He thoroughly enjoys playing with your hair while he’s focused on a task. His hands always have to be doing something.

You had to teach him how to kiss at first. he has improved massively since you started dating.

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NSFW

It will take months for this man to become confident enough to dominate you, he needs to be completely comfortable and trust you undeniably before he even attempts.

Fumbles. The first time you two tried anything you had to guide him on where to touch you and how to do it. (After your first time he started researching how to get better)

He is packing a lot of inches for someone who is so nerdy. (Smart boys have the biggest cocks-) doesn’t mean he knows how to use it.

He focus’s a lot more on your pleasure than his own.

The first time he gave you head he was sloppy, it was a direct contrast between his usual calm and stoic persona.

The first time he made you cum he acted like a kid at christmas. Smiling proudly as his fingers continued to work you through your orgasm.

Loves to reward you. anything you want. all you have to do is ask.

If he’s comfortable enough with you, he’ll try anything you want to do. He’s a firm ‘i’ll try anything atleast once’ kind of guy.

Will melt if you praise him for his intelligence during the act.

Will also melt if you degrade him for his intelligence during the act. it’s a win win for him.

The first time you gave him a handjob he was over in minutes. he also thought about it for weeks.

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AN: lost motivation for this so it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while

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[grimesgirll]

nights where both of your boys were home were the best.

if rick wasn’t picking up an extra patrol shift, then daryl was going on a night hunt or a herd of walkers needed to be taken care of and both of them were required to leave the comforts of your shared bedroom, on it before you could even say goodbye.

that’s why they loved taking their time with you when they could. there was nothing better than both of them coming through the door and immediately sitting to unwind with you, having a nice dinner with carl and judith, and then your boys taking you upstairs for the night. upstairs to your bedroom where it was a tossup between them bending you over the mattress or having you on your knees on the carpeted floor.

that was when they weren’t twisting thick fingers into you until you were on the verge of tears on rick’s lap. it took a lot of control for them to resist diving cockfirst into you, but when they could, they would be rewarded by the sweet sounds of your long awaited coming undone. and it was even sweeter knowing you were losing your mind on their fingers. just their digits had you bucking your hips and asking rick to lower you onto his dick already since you were already in his lap.

that typically opened the floodgates but your leader held out. “you’ll get it, darlin’,” he’d promise before repositioning you between daryl and himself to have his cock suddenly at your face’s level.

“you look so pretty like this, honey,” the sheriff crooned at you, giving you a moment to take as much of his cock into your mouth as you could before he was fucking that pretty little mouth.

daryl was there for you though; so you could enjoy the feeling of a mouth on you too.

“dare’, baby,” you were whining already.

he didn’t respond, just kept taking his time licking long, laborious stripes up and down you. even against your aching clit as you struggled to stay still. it had you gagging and moaning all over rick’s spit covered cock as daryl teased your tight hole.

rick’s hands found your hair right on schedule. the man loved your hair. the way it felt in his hands, the way it looked on you, the way you always kept it long - your preferred length. nothing felt better than digging his hands in your hair after a long day.

your pussy grew wetter with rick’s length in your mouth and daryl’s mouth treating you like an all you can eat buffet. you barely notice when daryl’s tongue and three fingers are replaced with his cock. not until you’re suddenly letting out muffled screams that have rick plunging his way too large cock down your throat.

the pattern resumes of them taking turns and pulling out of your gripping, squelching cunt because they wanna cum in your perfect mouth. alternating between holding your legs open overloading your pussy with pleasure, torturing your clit, and running their tongues over every inch of your tits.

that’s until they give you what you’d been suspecting was coming all night.

the way rick is lowering down with his back to the sheets, pulling you down flush against him. it’s obvious when daryl wedges a finger between the two of you what they’ve been carving out time and your pussy to do to you.

as he carries on, you do your best to be their good girl and not rock against daryl’s fingers too hard.

“such a pretty pussy all stuffed. you want another one?”

he didn’t ask you word by word if you wanted to be stuffed with another cock but it only took your high pitched moan and movement against rick and the redneck’s fingers to signal that it was time to get you fucked open.

“i think she needs another cock, daryl.” rick states laboredly from beneath you.

“what, you don’t wanna be crammed up inside her either?”

the sheriff laughed into your neck. “fuck her already, dare’.”

he didn’t have to ask twice you both learn as the archer nearly knocks you two up the bed. his grip on your ass has you whimpering into rick’s neck, perfect for you to hear his rapid breath while daryl drags against him.

“naughty girl, needin’ two cocks.” rick teases.

you don’t have the energy to banter. “you guys just feel so good.” you mewl when daryl slams into you. “i know you love how tight it is. i feel so full with you two.”

“do you, honey?”

“mhmm.”

“so fucking tight,” rick whispers in your ear through gritted teeth.

“you feel all nice and filled up?” daryl asks, muscles tending before driving his hips into yours.

you nod with enthusiasm. “wanna feel your cum in me next, dare.’”

“can do, baby.”

“fuck!” you and rick mutter in unison as daryl begins a new, vigorous pace.

his girthy dick continues to bully in and out of your crammed cunt. every movement he manages in and out of you has you and rick trying to keep up.

deep purple bruises litter rick’s shoulder, and you leave some more as you try to cope with daryl jamming in and out of you. rick’s fingers find your breasts and squeeze roughly. he buries his head on your own shoulder when you feel his cock pulse.

“fill me up, fill me up,” you’re begging with hips shoveling back towards daryl.

“fuck, honey!”

and rick is huffing under you.

daryl kisses you from behind through your orgasm, attacking your neck without abandon as you start to pulse around him - around the both of them.

“fuck, you’re so warm baby. so tight with two dicks in ya’.”

rick is saying something too but you’re too busy drifting off when your orgasm hits you for the umpteenth time that night. you know you have that look on your face, all fucked out with tears in your eyes. they love you like this. the goal most nights was to get you on the verge of tears from how well they were fucking you on their cocks. you couldn’t complain when they delivered.

you convulse around daryl again and feel him warm your insides, collapsing on top of you only to fuck his cum into you slowly. you mewl and writhe at the sensation fading in and out post-climax.

panting on the sheets, you can feel their cum dripping out of you. the mixture is sticky on your thighs and you’re wondering when it’ll be time to move to the shower tonight.

fucking you until you’re dazed and crying only gets them hard again. then one of them ends up back in your mouth.

you know you won’t be sleeping even after you shower with rick and daryl not being on watch tonight. can’t pass up an opportunity for them to take their time with you.

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[teencopandthesourwolf]

HIDEOUS

for the @sterekdrabbles 21.02.24 challenge. the prompt words were: MAN, HIDEOUS, and COO. the end of month theme was: DESPAIR.

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It's the night before school starts back.

Stiles is about to try fixing his now longer hair between gel-covered fingers in another pointless attempt to tame it.

“Oh, man. I'm hideous.”

There's a soft thunk behind him. 

He doesn't bother investigating, having learned the differing thunks of the werewolves who use his bedroom window as an entrance. 

“What do y—” 

Stiles is shoved into the wall by Derek before he can finish his sentence. 

“I like it,” the werewolf growls softly, almost purring. 

“Derek, did you just—coo at me?” 

“Shut up,” Derek snaps, burying his nose in Stiles's hair again. 

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[cosmal]

Feelin Funny | Eddie Munson

Summary :: Eddie, your drug dealer, comes and picks you up from a party when you smoke something different.

Warnings/Tags :: gn!reader, though nickname sweetheart is used, reader smokes weed, mentions of laced drugs, mentions of drugs obvi

“Eddie?”

The sound of your small, slightly slurred voice over the crackling sound of Eddie’s landline has him fisting at his eyes with little care, trying his best to wake completely to comprehend you.

“Yeah?” His voice is croaky and drenched in sleep, so he clears his throat to repeat himself, “Y/N? You okay?”

He hears a little ruffling and then a loud crack like you’d drop the receiver. He then hears a few shits and fucks, followed by your voice again, a little clearer than last, “Where are you?”

He laughs a little. Obviously, he was at home, you had called his home phone. But then he becomes a little worried, “At home, sweetheart. Why you calling? It’s 1am.”

Not that he had it in him to mind, he welcomed it in fact. He loved when you called, even though it was rare, usually when you wanted to score or when you’d want to come over for something. You were his favourite person he sold drugs to, but a 1am call? That had never happened before.

“I’m at this party,” You mumble through a hiccup, “I smoked something and I…” You trail off and Eddie can feel his heart pickup in its cage.

“What’d you smoke?” Eddie clutches the black telephone cord in his hand, twirling it around his fingers anxiously.

“Jus’ weed.” More hiccuping, “I feel really funny though. Not like usual. Feel dizzy.”

“You drink anything?” Eddie knows all too well what happens if you drink any alcohol before smoking. It was a rule you probably shouldn’t break.

“No,” You mumble a reply, “Can you come get me? I’m r-really tired and the people here are weird.”

Eddie pushes himself up off the wall, wedging the receiver between his ear and shoulder and moves to toe his shoes on, “Where are you, Y/N?”

You ramble off an address as Eddie fishes for his keys from the bowl on the table by the door, cursing when he fumbles and drops them to the floor, "Shit, okay, Y/N. I'll be there in five. Just go find a bathroom and sit down. Okay?"

He hears you mumble something that sounds like okay, before the piercing sound of the hang-up dial tone is ringing down the line. He curses, letting the receiver fall from his hand and weakly spring back towards the wall before he's rushing out to his van.

Eddie arrives on the street you gave him, the party not hard to find throughout the small number of houses cluttering the cul-de-sac. He parks his van, almost halfway up the curb, slamming his door behind him as he stalks up the path.

A range of technicolour lights spew from the house's windows, plastic cups and a discarded deck of cards litter the front lawn and he struggles to hear himself think when he walks through the door. The smell of stale beer and sour tequila welcomes him when he pushes past a group of people in the front hallway. He's thankful that the party is clearly too busy for anyone to question why he's there.

Which allows him to look for you without any interruptions. The first bathroom he stumbles across, you're not there. He's too anxious to find you to even think about what he did find in there, however.

Lucky for him, he finds you in the next. You're sat on the lidded toilet, elbow propped on the basin beside you, head resting in your palm. You're half slumped over, eyes flittering to keep yourself awake.

He walks over to you, kneeling down at your feet, his hands coming to rest on your bare knees. "Hey," Eddie whispers, squeezing the flesh of your thighs.

"Hey," You echo, sitting up against the cold ceramic of the toilet, eyes struggling to stay open. "Eds." You mumble.

Eddie would've found the nickname endearing if the state of you didn't have him a worrying mess, "Can you open your eyes for me, sweetheart?"

You do, a funny smile against your lips. A great juxtaposition to the ghost of a frown across your eyebrows, "Feelin' funny, Eddie." You whine, leaning forward to dip your head under his chin to lean against his chest.

"Did someone give you something? Something that wasn't pot?" Eddie knows you don't take any other drugs. You only ever came to him for weed. He also knows that with the way you're acting, it definitely wasn't from anything milder than that.

"No, only smoked a joint." You hiccup, resting your hands atop his own to squeeze them. He turns them palm up, allowing you to entangle your fingers through his.

Eddie thinks maybe your joint was laced with something. And when you suddenly turn to throw up in the bathtub, a wretched sound erupting from your chest as you splutter and cough. He knows it definitely was.

"Fuck," He murmurs, standing behind you to hold your hair behind your shoulders as you throw up again, gripping the edge of the tub. You wipe at the corner of your mouth, straightening your back to lean back against his thighs.

"You gonna go again?" Eddie asks, tucking your hair behind your ears. Moving to cup your cheeks with his hands, your skin white hot under his touch. He frowns when you shiver against him.

"No," You sniffle. "Can you take me home, Eds?"

"Course." Eddie mumbles, helping you to your feet, arms situated under your armpits as you find your footing against cold black and white tiles. He moves to pinch your nose clean, wiping the mess on his shirt, hooking his arm around your torso to hold you to his side and help you out to his van.

You're slightly staggering when you're moving throughout the house, mumbling something about how thankful you are that your favourite drug dealer has come to help you out. It's only because you're so out of it, and desperately needing his help to stand on two feet, that he fights the urge to walk around the party and find out who gave you the weed in the first place.

When he stops momentarily to look at a guy in the corner of the sitting room with a tin like his, more full of tiny white-powdered bags than it is weed, you're pulling on his pyjama shirt to get him to hurry up.

"Eds, c'mon."

"Yeah, sorry bub."

He finally gets you into his van, clipping you into the passenger seat. He makes sure you're comfortable and as soon as he shuts your door, you're curling up, resting your head against the cold glass of the window.

The trip to your house is thankfully a quick one and when he looks over to see you shivering against the leather of his seat, he's sure to make it even quicker. He's pulling up your drive in record timing, moving around to your door to help you out.

Your footing is much more stable than last as he helps you manoeuvre through your house. Even though it's one you could probably do with your eyes closed, you bump into chairs and bookcases as you beeline for your bedroom. Eddie winces when you bang your hip into a table corner. You, on the other hand, seem to not even feel it. You were sure to in the morning, though.

Eddie steers you up the stairs, holding his breath when you almost lose your balance. He's confused about how you can still stumble around even though he has his arms firmly situated around you.

He finally gets to your room, sitting you firmly down on your bed. You look up at him with droopy eyes and a lopsided smile and he feels his breath catch in his throat, "You okay? Not gonna throw up again?"

"No, feelin' 'bit better." You yawn, fisting at your eyes with little care, "Wanna go to sleep, though."

"Sounds like an idea."

Eddie moves to your dresser, fumbling through drawers to find something that looked like pyjamas. He, himself, usually went for whatever clean shirt he could find and a pair of boxers, but he was sure that wouldn't do for you. He eventually found a pair of shorts and a matching shirt, glancing over his shoulder almost every ten seconds to make sure you were okay and hadn't passed out or fallen off the bed.

He stands back in front of you, clothes extended in his hand, "These do?" He chuckles.

You hum when he hands them to you and then you both pause, seemingly thinking the same thing, "Will you help?"

"Yeah."

He moves to pull your shirt off, not roughly but quick enough to not make you uncomfortable with him manhandling you, half naked and half inebriated. He pulls your pyjama shirt over your head, hair a mess when it ruffles over your face. He moves to brush it from your eyes, smiling when you look up at him over his hands.

He helps you into your pants, laughing when you grip the back of his thighs for purchase, almost falling back into the mattress.

He pulls back your covers and helps you under them, pulling them over your curled-up body. He moves to turn on your lamp and stops when you grab his hand, "Eddie?"

"Yeah?" He turns to look at you. You seem to be feeling better than earlier, though still looked tired. That was a given, he thinks.

"Thank you." You wrinkle your nose, pushing down into your pillow, "For coming to get me. It means a lot, I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't been there."

"Hey, it's no big deal. Call me whenever you need anything. I'm there." He smiles softly, brushing the hair from your face, and thumbing the dark semi-circles under your eyes. He hopes you know what he means, even though you're still a little drowsy. Call me whenever you need anything, weed or not.

You lean into his touch, "I think picking up high customers is well beyond your pay grade." You laugh and he relaxes. Finally, he'd heard that stupidly cute noise for the first time that night. He knows you're definitely feeling better.

"Hey, you're not just some customer. We're friends, right?" He laughs.

"Oh, I'd hope so." You sigh, "You're definitely more than just my favourite drug dealer."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, favourite hair holder as well." You giggle. He laughs too, a soft, airy noise that makes your eyes flutter closed momentarily.

"You gonna be okay if I leave you here, hm?" Eddie asks.

"You can stay if you want." You smile, and Eddie thinks he can see a glimmer of hope behind your eyes.

"You sure?"

"Sure," You squeeze his hand, "Unless it's too late after hours? Too below your pay grade?" You smile.

"Way above." He laughs, toeing his shoes off at the edge of your bed, "Way, way above."

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