#I hate it like maybe I wanna be able to look at shit in the car maybe I wanna use my phone

[aothotties]

Telling Choso you want a baby

Word count: 1635

Warnings: MDNI, best friend!Choso, fluff, smut, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of kids, swearing, riding, overstimulation, creampie, the ending is so cute to me.

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You and your best friend are currently lying in his bed while watching random videos as they come and go. You stumble upon a video of a mom showing flashbacks of her body during pregnancy and you can’t help but pout.

“What's wrong?” He mumbles and yawns for a few seconds, followed by a stretch after he throws his phone to the side.

“It’s nothing, I’m just being a sap.” You show him the video on your phone and he shrugs in return.

“Yeah, cute kid I guess. Mom’s got a nice body though.” He rests his chin on your shoulder and you roll your eyes.

“Of course, that’s all you notice, you’re such a man.” You scroll to another video and double tap the screen.

He shakes his head at your reaction and takes the phone from your hand so he can scroll through your feed himself.

“So you’re on some baby kick, huh?” You shrug in return and pull your legs up to your chest.

“I don’t know maybe, I think I want a baby, Cho.” You confess and he nearly drops the phone on his face at the confession.

“Where in the hell did that come from?” He sits up in bed and gives you his full attention.

You shy away from the question and cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. Choso finds it adorable at how flustered you become over the simple question.

“I’m not sure, I’ve wanted a baby for a while now. You know I’ve always wanted to be a mother. I just could never find the right guy to settle down with.” You explain to him and he listens to every word you say.

“I’ll have a baby with you.” He says nonchalantly and you look at him as if you’ve seen a ghost.

“Excuse me?! Cho, are you high or something?” You scan over his face for a sign of his words being a joke, but there isn’t one.

“Well for starters, I’m typically always high, you know that. And yeah, why not? You want a baby, I don’t hate the thought of having kids either. You don’t think we’d make cute babies? He pretends to be offended and you slap his shoulder.

You don’t hate the idea of having a baby with him. No, you guys aren’t together, but you’ve been friends for more than 10 years. You two have had sex in the past, so it’s not like you haven’t seen each other naked. And you won’t deny the fact that he is quite handsome.

“If you’re as serious about this as you seem…then I guess we can have a baby together.” You give him your final answer and he gives you a gentle smile.

“But if we’re going to do this then we have a bunch of things to figure out first. Are we gonna live together and-“ Your sentence is cut off by the feeling of soft lips against your own.

He pulls you into his lap quickly and reaches for the buttons on your shirt, quickly trying to pull it off. He slides his tongue in your mouth and you happily invite him in.

Your shirt is thrown to the corner of the room and your leggings soon follow after.

“You wanna make a baby, don’t you? You can’t talk and make a baby. Well, you shouldn’t be able to at least.”

And boy was he right, Choso currently has you riding his sensitive cock after god knows how long. Your thighs shake in sensitivity and you let out another whimper as he bottoms out inside of you.

“C-Cho, my legs are burning.” You pout and huff as you struggle to continue bouncing on top of him.

Choso ignores your cries for help and hisses as another orgasm is ripped from his body and he stuffs your poor cunt with more of his cum. You throw your head back at the feeling of him fucking it back inside of you.

“ ‘m sorry mama, j-just wanna make sure you get all of it. Let me help you baby.” He sits up against the headboard and takes hold of your hips.

“Fuck!” You scream and grab the headboard when his hips piston upwards and his angry red tip fucks into your sweet spot.

“Shit, shit! Feels so good, so tight and warm.” Choso’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your wet, gummy walls bringing him to the brink yet again.

“C-coming! I’m gonna come, Cho!” He holds your hips in place and continues his assault on your poor g-spot.

You can’t control your orgasm and how quickly it hits you. You dig your nails into the skin of his shoulder as your left shaking from overstimulation.

The man below you watches in awe as your body convulses on top of his exhausted one. At this moment, Choso has never seen you look more beautiful.

Your thick lips are red and messy from all the kissing and drooling, his eyes trail down your body, and the way your breasts move up and down with each bounce. His eyes land on where you’re both connected and he can’t help but rub your neglected clit with his thumb.

You shake your head and attempt to swat his hand away, quickly losing that battle when he pulls you down for another messy kiss. You whimper against his lips when he flips both of you over.

He lifts your legs and rests your calves on his shoulder. He slides back into you at a teasingly slow pace and you grip the sheets in pleasure. The dark-haired man lets out a moan at the way your walls continuously suck him in each time.

He plants a small kiss on your ankle before his hips go from slow and steady to hard and fast.

“Oh shit!” You gasp as you grip the sheets, pleasure courses through your body at the feeling of the new angle.

The sound of skin slapping can be heard throughout the room and probably through the walls if you listen close enough.

“I’m so close baby, so fucking close.” He warns, his hips begin to lose their rhythm as his climax builds within him.

“C-cum inside me Cho. I want it so bad please!” You beg, tears build up in your eyes as another orgasm pools in your lower belly.

“Y-yeah baby? Want me to fill you up real good?” He leans down so his forehead is only inches from yours and you nod shyly.

He smirks at your lack of words and presses his lips to yours one last time before overfiowing your insides with his warm speed. You moan into his mouth and drag your nails down his arms in ecstasy as you come one last time.

Your body finally relaxes after one last thrust of his hips.

“You okay princess?” He runs his fingers through his raven locks and you nod with your eyes closed, the need for sleep is growing stronger by the second.

“Thank you for doing this with me, there’s truly nobody else I think I would want a baby with.” You confess, he takes your hand in his and kisses over your knuckles.

“Don’t worry about it, anything I can do to make my best friend a happy lady.”

~~~

“Oh, Dad that’s so cheesy.” Your eight year old daughter rolls her eyes at the story and he shrugs his shoulders.

“It’s what happened! Your mom and I were best friends, she wanted a baby and the stork delivered!You asked me to tell you the story of how you guys were born, and I did.” He huffs and pulls the young girl in his lap, planting small kisses all over her face.

“Dad! Please no more.” She laughs as he continues his assault of kisses on her face.

The sound of tiny feet and screaming can be heard from down the hall, Choso and his mini-me follow the noise and he has to refrain from laughing at the sight.

You’re attempting to put your boys to bed with a bedtime story, but not without acting out the details of course.

“I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” You blow raspberries over their little faces and they break out into a fit of giggles.

“Mommy does a good wolf, right guys?” Your boys nod simultaneously and you smile up at your fiancé.

“Did you know it’s actually because she is one? Why do you think she’s so hairy?” He teases and you hit his shoulder playfully.

“Haha papa, so funny.” He helps you up to your feet and plants a kiss on your lips.

Your three munchkins groan in disgust and you and Choso can’t help but laugh.

“Alright guys it’s time for bed, we’ve got a busy week coming up!” You announce, you tuck the boys in bed and kiss their foreheads.

“Goodnight Mama, goodnight Papa, goodnight Junior!”

Junior is the nickname for your oldest daughter since she’s a carbon copy of her father. The only thing she got from you is her pretty brown skin and her tight coils.

“Goodnight boys, I love you, mama and Papa.” She hugs you both simultaneously and you lean down so she can kiss your faces.

“Goodnight pretty girl, sweet dreams.” You watch as she closes her bedroom door, and cheer quietly at another successful night.

“We’re such awesome parents Cho.” He wraps an arm around your shoulder and cups your cheeks as he kisses you.

“Yeah, we kinda know what we’re doing I guess.” He smiles down at you and pulls you in by your waist.

“And to think we were gonna stop with Junior. How crazy would that have been?” You ask as you reminisce.

Once you learned about your pregnancy, you two decided that it was just going to be a one-and-done situation. Then Choso realized that not only are you an amazing mother, but that you’re an even better significant other.

He proposed to you on the night of her first birthday, and nine months later your boys arrived. He truly wouldn’t want his life to go any other way, he has everything he’s ever wanted and more.

Ari

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x black reader #jjk scenarios #choso scenario #choso smut #choso x y/n #choso x reader #choso x you #choso x female reader #jjk x y/n #jjk imagines #jjk x you

[quirkle2]

so like, aw man, this is not what you asked for but AVSNAVDJSVDA so you mentioned a theoretical timeline in which wars does have to go back to his era and has to live on his own in an era that hates him, and I still think abt that sometimes because I’m a sucker for angst. but because I’m an even BIGGER sucker for hurt/comfort, I still hold on in my heart that somehow, SOMEWAY, in that theoretical timeline, legend would not take no for an answer, and— being as stubborn as he is— somehow through magic and the spite and willpower of demanding a happy ending, manage to find wars down the line anyway.

If anyone could do it, it would probably be legend, honestly. Drag chboy back into comfort and safety and the arms of someone who loves him no matter what other people say or do. And honestly, Legend’s earned it. They both have. I know ranch au exists but the idea of both theoretical ends being soft because they just love each other That Much is one that warms me heart.

while it makes me sad that they're not All together, i personally love this idea to bits and i think legend would absolutely be the one to flip off fate and tell it to go fuck itself. the narrative of that is so heartwarming ??

he's done nothing but save the world since he was nine at the request of beings he'll never be able to truly comprehend. he's been beaten and bloodied out of necessity and he's been starved bc nine year olds that come from orchards r not taught how to hunt. the world forced him—a little kid—to destroy himself for it, and he never had any say in the matter. and eventually, he gave up trying to find a hole in the agreement or a promise of freedom between the lines. it's for the safety and security of the kingdom, after all

he never valued himself enough to try harder to escape it. but warriors? he loves wars more than anything. he'd Do anything for the guy. and when legend realizes that wars is prolly gonna get sucked back into his own shitty era, filled with shitty people who routinely bite the hands that feed them, legend felt So much dread at that thought.

warriors deserves better. warriors deserves So much better than that. and thanks to wars, legend now believes that he himself deserves better than this—ripped away from his partner as thanks for keeping humanity alive. he's in a better spot mentally, and now that he truly has smth to fight for that's not just an assigned task by a goddess, he's pretty much unstoppable

it could go two ways—either legend goes to wars' era and lives w him, or he takes wars backs to his own. since wars is in genuine danger of people attacking him in his era, once they have their tearful reunion, they prolly go back to legend's time If they were able. legend might have enough power to make two warps (wow! convenient!)

i rly love the idea of them leaving legend's current house to ravio, and they move to find a bigger space to settle down. they 100% buy a nice home on a more peaceful side of the kingdom and they live in the same space and breathe the same air and they have Never been happier. legend starts a garden and teaches wars how to care for plants n shit. wars becomes an author like he always wanted. they already have enough money to retire cuz bein a hero is a very lucrative business, so their house is Nice and they never go hungry and also they get a dog . i said so.

the end. they live like an old married couple . i Said so

#qktalks #bluesmoth #qpr wars and ledge #also yes the . the story of two people loving each other enough to bridge gaps between WORLDS . i fuckin eat that shit up #they r each others' saviors . #they buy a house together and wake up together and make breakfast togetherand oh m ygod wait h ahang on hang on ohm ygod #the WATERWORKS on display when they reunite ......my god #i kept this reasonably fluffy but i real quick wanna talk abt just how fuckin Miserable wars looks when ledge finally finds him #it's prolly been at least a few weeks ? and in that time wars has slept like a homeless man bc he Is a homeless man #he also hasn't been able to eat a lot ............ he looks a bit rough and maybe a little sickly #he hasn't had any shelter to stay in since everybody drives him away from towns n shit . people hate him now :( #and when legend shows up? #it's not even the relief of like ''oh thank god somebody who can give me basic necessities'' that makes wars break down into sobs #it's the ''ohthank god this entire world Hates me and there's finally somebody who can show me an ounce of love'' that crumbles him #he'sso fucking Starved for it #he went through 20 some years of not getting affection #but he was Used to that back then #now that he's lived it and learned how nice it is ?? he dies a lil bit inside without it #he needs love .............he Needs validation he'sso fucked up and neglected #clings to legend like he's hallucinating and he's gonna disappear if he lets go .............sobs his fucking heart out in relief #legend holds him so fuckin close. so desperately

[whimsyprinx]

motion sickness is so stupid

#whimsy whispers #im still mad that I got carsick three times the day before yesterday #I wasn’t even doing anything either #like I’ve been more aware of how easy I get carsick lately (it varies for whatever reason) and only really listening to music which doesn’t #usually do anything to me but I was fighting for my life #the first time was bad but manageable then we walked around and did shit and I was fine then the second time I almost died #had to have them roll down the window while I was munching on mints and laying as still as one can in a car #the third time was also bearable the second time tried to kill me #I hate it like maybe I wanna be able to look at shit in the car maybe I wanna use my phone #I lowkey don’t wanna go anywhere because I’m scared I’m gonna get badly carsick again and I don’t like feeling sick #especially cause we don’t have any medicine for it #we should really get some cause kane and I both get carsick #so does lex (hers isn’t motion sickness so much as it is pressure) #sometimes it’s three of us in the same car all dying while everyone else is fine #usually the solution (best possible solution at least) is the have an even number of windows rolled down while we all sit silently and still #anyways hi I need to get some medicine the mints I’ve been hoarding aren’t cutting it

[kuiinncedes]

thanks for taking one for the team hits different dngjdhfk

#i've listened to it like twice so #it would probably be higher but yeah lol #rip idk why question is so low :( #but otherwise this is pretty good maybe eh idk lmfao #using my time wisely <3 #bro midnight rain and the great war rn im like obsessed w them <333 #also i love them all ofc lmfao XD #also kinda unrelated but do i even . think about getting concert tickets TT #when i got tickets for rep i literally like got them like .. 1 or 2 weeks before or something #after seeing a lot about the tour and stuff and like being able to think about it for a while #whereas this idk thats the only concert experience i've had so idk how to like do this shit with the presale and registration and waiting #and whatever lmfao and like all that stuff idek XD #i feel like whatever i do i'll be too late for tickets lmfao #i would rly want to go tho :( #the other thing is also justl ike being at a concert :[ like obviously i rly want to go for the show and everythign TT #but lowkey dont wanna be in a . crowded ass stadium :D #anyway the summer dates do be looking possible tho TT unlike fucking conan touring during the school yr TT #but i just feel like i cant do all that like presale ticket shit idk how it works and i feel like it would stress me out and i dont wanna #figure it out XD so rip me getting tickets probably lmao #also concerts are so expensive i hate it :[ like my most recent sort of concert experience with six even i was like #damn should i even do this like this is fucking a lot lmfao #anyway :''''') like sabrina's tour fucking sold out before i could think about looking at getting tickets maybe XD #LIKE I NEED SO LONG TO THINK ABOUT THIS DECISION YA KNOW LMFAO ANYWAY #jeanne talks #cus like everyone talking about how hard its gonna be to get tickets and idek how any of it fucking works lol so ya fr rip that for me lol

[shoeshineyboy]

‘;pisuaydoujkl;vvvvdfissssssssssxu8 0af

#i miss my friend lads #i was meant to go see him abroad but now i can't because i live in this shithole hell country that i can't afford to leave #so it's like!!!! i had something to look forward to while we're not rlly able to talk!!! and now i do Not have that!!! #i have a week off that i really wanna cancel instead!!! #yelling into the void that i am terrified things are gonna be irreparable because even though Nothing Bad Happened #i am unfortunately fucking insane and am catastrophising #the good news is i think i can fit botox in with my travel budget #and yes. it is a running theme with me that i consider cosmetic surgery when i'm emotionally distressed #this is insane. i am aware. i also remembered that i need to text my therapist back #ultimately. the issue is. i wasn't born rich. like 100% #i have had to work for everything i've got and that's basically nothing #maybe i am fucking sick of working for everything while other people get everything handed to them #i never watched gravity falls but that 'cheating at life' quote i saw on here earlier. yeah #sometimes i wonder why the fuck i work at all. i'm not working to get good things for myself i'm working to stay alive #and lads i am pretty fucking neutral with regards to that right now so WHAT is the point #shitting fuck #to clarify: that is related to living here right now #it's nearly half a tank of fuel to get to my parents' house #i have to fill up once a week that's almost £400 per MONTH #i fucking hate this country i hate how expensive everything is i hate how no one gives enough of a shit to act #i would LOVE to protest. but you can get arrested for that. and if i don't work i can't pay rent. i need my job #and rich people don't give a shit. we're just NPCs to them #and yes to clarify i live somewhere where peaceful protest is basically illegal :) #they passed that a few months back. police and fucking whatever bill

[neverendingford]

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#tag talk #ngl people are like “oh I stopped cutting for x months!” and talk about it like a thing you have to choose to stop #like any avoidant behavior if you remove the underlying cause you remove the motivation for the behavior #otherwise you're just spending energy trying to brute force a behavior. and you don't have energy to spare #anyway. if the state fucks up my health insurance I'll gonna flip my shit. I'm already drawing out my next design in my head #I need to make a phone call tomorrow morning so of course I'm up past midnight stressing about it #anyway. I wanna compliment the slash across my chest with some sort of zigzags right below my ribs. #I don't have any curves except the few that follow the contours of my biceps. maybe a curve around the abs/side? #anyway. ugh. I just want gender affirming care so I don't hate being alive. #something something people say they care and then put their vote with the camp that wants me dead. #idk I'm still mad about conservative “friends” and family. whatever #I'm just complaining. nbd. at this point I'm too committed to back out so I'll just resubmit my application and make phone calls if I need #I'm not putting myself in the hospital a second time. once was enough. #I like being able to say it's a thing I did but it's not a thing I feel the need to do more than once. #whatever. I'm feeling less good now even though I was feeling good a few days ago but it's because my application is still pending #“pending review” bitch it's been pending review for the past five days I really really need to make that phone call it's just... #phone calls amirite? #anyway. I'm not worried about whether or not I'll be able to get hormones. rolling up my sleeve gets me past any medical gatekeeping #because they look so cool obviously. #but damn I do not have the money to pay for that shit long term without insurance covering like 99.99% of the cost. #tbh I've wanted some kind of bird design matched up against my shoulder blades for such a long time #but I would need someone else to do it. and I don't feel like looking up actual scarification places and paying money for it #one of these days I'll make friends with someone who's appropriately freakish enough to wanna slice pretty pictures into my skin #cause like. yeah biting people is nice but have you ever carved a red line into someone's willing body? #that's the shit right there. #anyway. this has been your irregular dose of me talking. ughhhh life exists. #idk I try and be as normal as I can about the generally-agreed-to-be weirdness. like. idk. wanting to die is just everyday shit now #it's just my body why would it be weird to want someone to carve falcon wings in line with my back structure #it's just blood and muscle and when it heals well it's visual and nothing more. call it extreme body modification or whatver makes you happy

[a-hazbin-reader]

OMGOMG I HAD THIS IDEA FOR A WHILE NOW

(u dont have to do it if u dont wanna !!)

BUT THE READER IS ALASTORS WIFE AND SHE EXTREMELY LOYAL TO HIM BUT VOX KEEPS TRYING TO GET HER TO FALL FOR HIM

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Vox being humiliated, Unwanted Attention, Possessive Alastor

Description: ☝️⬆️

If you wanted that stupid tv head then you would've gotten with him by now, you only have eyes for your husband

It used to make you a little embarrassed, having someone so openly into you and then having your husband come to your rescue

That was always your favorite part

Alastor coming around and wrapping a protective arm around your waist, pulling you in close in a possessive display

You always used to really play up the adoring wife, cooing at and praising your brave husband

Not you two looking adorable, you leaning on him happily, hand on his chest as he grinned down at you while whisking you away

You're not even flattered by the attention anymore, having long since figured out that Vox is only into you because he's into your husband

His hate boner is obvious

The point is, Vox is only trying to woo you to get under Alastor's skin and if he somehow managed to land you then it's just a cherry on top

You know he would lose interest if he actually got you

But Vox will never steal you away from your husband, you're too infatuated with him to even consider it

You don't even respond to Vox anymore, straight up ignoring him whenever you see him

You throw out the flowers he sends, give Niffty the sweets and let Alastor rip up the little notes

If you see him in public then you pretend he's not there

"Hey hey hey~ Fancy bumping into you here, Y/N~ How you been~? Still with that old-school geezer of yours?"

"... Yes, I would like two pounds of venison, please"

It really irks Vox more than anything to be ignored/not taken seriously so this always pisses him off and throws him off his game

"U-uh so...Y/N did you catch the news lately? Lotta scary freaks out and about! Maybe I could walk you home? Just to keep you safe, of course-"

You've already left the shop before Vox even realizes it, the shop owner watching him with a nervous expression

You fucking bitch

"My counters!!"

He isn't going to lose his shit in front of you, that would be a major turn off and he knows it

Not that you don't already know he's throwing a small tantrum before chasing after you

Not him forcefully taking your bags so that you have no choice but to let him walk you home

🙄 Your funeral man

Vox talks the entire time, awkwardly trying to fill your icey silence with tales of his great deeds

The paparazzi are going fucking nuts rn

BREAKING NEWS! IS VOX MOVING IN ON THE RADIO DEMON'S WIFE???

You don't even make it halfway home before Alastor shows up, bumping Vox out of the way and catching your bags, using his free arm to hold you close

"Alastor! What took you so long?"

"Apologies my dear, Rosie was being quite the chatterbox today~"

Not both of you pretending Vox was never even there-

By the time Vox is able to pull his head out of the ground all he can see is the two of you walking away, you leaning your head on Alastor's shoulder

And Alastor's entire head whipping around to give him a shit eating grin as you two round a corner

FUCK!

I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE!!

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader #vox hazbin hotel x reader #but not really

[solarmorrigan]

“You know, you’d probably be more comfortable in bed.”

Steve groans. Quietly.

“I’m gonna take that noise to mean, ‘Yes, Eddie, you’re so right, I should take my sick ass to bed!’, to which I am going to say, ‘Thank you, Steve for acknowledging how right I am.’”

If Eddie’s plan is to irritate Steve until he manages to get up off the couch and shamble himself to their bedroom, he’s on the right track.

But the thing is, Eddie is right (unfortunately) – Steve knows he’d be more comfortable in bed. The couch is too short and the cushions are too worn and the seats are just a little too narrow for him to really relax. But at the same time, the flu is trying to murder him, and he’s got a fever, and everything aches, and he doesn’t want to move.

Rather than explaining any of this to Eddie through his sore throat, Steve instead grumbles, “Your impression of me sucks.”

“Well, I’ll work on that while you’re resting,” Eddie drawls.

Steve manages a faintly agreeable-sounding noise and then pulls a throw pillow over his face.

“Steve,” Eddie says.

Steve doesn’t move.

“Steve,” Eddie tries again.

Steve is still not compelled to move.

“Steeeve. Come on.” Eddie reaches out to poke Steve in the side, who belatedly raises a hand to swat him away.

“Don’t wanna move,” Steve mumbles.

“You’re never allowed to call me dramatic again,” Eddie says.

“Mph,” Steve replies.

He hates being sick – really sick, the kind that his body just won’t tolerate pushing through. If he can’t pretend to be well, he feels he has no other recourse but to be dramatic.

“Do you want me to carry you?” Eddie offers. He sounds like he’s trying not to laugh.

Steve snorts. “Yeah, sure.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Eddie declares, and Steve has just enough time to pull the pillow off his face and look up before Eddie is scooping him up off the couch.

“What the fuck!” Steve shouts, arms locking almost instinctively around Eddie’s neck as Eddie gets one arm settled beneath the crook of his knees and the other around his back.

“Relax, we’ll have you in bed in no time,” Eddie says, swinging around to face the living room door with a grunt and trundling forward.

“You’re gonna drop me,” Steve says, winding his arms more tightly around Eddie’s neck; he’s pretty sure no one has picked him up or carried him anywhere since he was maybe eight years old.

“Ye of little faith,” Eddie replies, only slightly strained.

“Me of exactly the right amount of faith, which isn’t a whole damn lot, no,” Steve insists, ducking forward when Eddie lists a little too close to one of the hallway walls.

“You’ll be fine,” Eddie says. “I’m not gonna drop you.”

They reach the bedroom door and, as he’d promised, Eddie doesn’t drop Steve.

He does, however, whack Steve’s head on the doorjamb.

And then he drops Steve.

It doesn’t end up being much of a fall; Eddie only loses his hold on Steve’s legs, and with Steve’s death grip around Eddie’s neck, he mostly just lands awkwardly on his feet before tumbling down onto his ass with a thud and a quiet, “Ow.”

Eddie is on his knees beside him in an instant. “Holy shit, I hit your head.”

“Yeah, thanks for that. My head was the one part of me that didn’t hurt,” Steve grumbles, rubbing behind his ear, where his skull had connected with the doorframe.

“Oh my god, I hit your head,” Eddie says again.

Steve blinks at him. “Yeah, we established that. Did you hit your head, too, or–”

“Shit, shit, are you dizzy? Is your vision blurry? Wait, fuck, you’re not wearing your contacts – are things blurrier than normal?” Eddie places his hands on either side of Steve’s face and stares into his eyes, as if he’ll be able to tell that way if Steve’s brain has finally been knocked loose. “Do you feel anything, like, swelling? Bleeding? Leaking?”

“I’m pretty sure you can’t feel that sort of thing happening,” Steve says, and Eddie’s face crumples.

“Shit, you’re right, I should take you to the doctor,” Eddie declares, moving to stand up.

Steve grabs him by the arm and pulls him back down. “Eddie, I’m fine.”

“No, your brain could be leaking or some shit, and you’re gonna have, like, an aneurism, and you’re gonna die, and it’s going to be all my fault because I hit your head and I killed you,” Eddie rambles, shaking his own head.

Steve isn’t sure if any of that is even correct, but he’s willing to bet Robin has been sharing her worries about Steve’s head trauma with Eddie. “That’s not–”

“Your head is the one part of you we really can’t afford to hit!”

“As opposed to the rest of me?” Steve asks, one eyebrow raised.

“If it comes down to it, yeah!” Eddie bursts out. “Do you even know how many times you’ve hit your head?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know, or because you’re afraid I don’t remember?” Steve asks drily. “Because you weren’t even there for most of those times, man.”

“It’s not funny,” Eddie says, and he’s definitely trying to sound stern, but he’s verging a little bit on whiny; he seems like he’s starting to calm down, since Steve has so far failed to collapse and die.

“Okay, then, seriously, Eddie – I’m fine,” Steve promises. “You didn’t even hit me that hard, it barely hurts.”

“Steve, I love you, but you have a severely skewed sense of pain and should not be trusted to rate it on your own,” Eddie says.

Steve rolls his eyes. “Fine. Here,” he grabs one of Eddie’s hands and pulls it around to where his head had hit the jamb, “feel. Are there any bumps? Cuts? Anything seem out of place?”

With a frown of deep concentration, Eddie runs his fingers gently from the top of Steve’s skull to the base, occasionally pressing a little harder, but never hard enough to hurt.

“Good?” Steve asks, once Eddie’s had a minute to feel for himself.

Eddie’s shoulders slump. “I guess.”

“Ah, don’t be disappointed. Maybe it’ll be a concussion next time,” Steve offers.

Eddie shoots him a wildly unimpressed glare. “That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” Steve decides, but he takes Eddie’s hand from his head and brings it around to press a kiss to the back of it.

There’s definitely a smile ticking at the corners of Eddie’s mouth, but Steve doesn’t point it out.

“Do you want some ice, or something?” Eddie asks, and Steve shakes his head.

“What I want is to walk over to the bed and lie down, and I want you to come with me,” Steve says. “And in an hour, I want you to bring me more Tylenol and some of that really good tea that Joyce sent over. Deal?”

This time, Eddie does smile. “I think I can handle that.”

Steve smiles back. “Good.”

They get themselves situated, Eddie at Steve’s back with an arm slung over him, a single blanket pulled up to their waists (“Pretty sure you still have a fever, sweetheart,” Eddie had insisted. “You’re gonna cook yourself to death if you cover up.”), and in the dim, sleepy light filtering through their curtains, Steve presses back further into Eddie’s chest.

“I like that you care so much,” he says quietly, and Eddie squeezes him a little more tightly.

He shifts enough that he can press his lips to the spot where Steve had bumped his head. “Always will,” he murmurs, and hell if Steve doesn’t believe him.

[Prompt: Bridal carries]

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #eddiesteve #pretty sure steve's method is not medically approved for testing for head trauma but he's fine #solar wrote

[sooniebby]

Could I request loser Eren who’s a pervert x a sweet y/n :3?

Basically the story starts with eren not being able to to hook up with someone because he genuinely hates almost everyone (expect for Mikasa and armin), Armin then introduces him to his friend, Y/N, the sweetest boy to ever exist . Eren immediately knew he needed to bitch Y/N, so he managed to convince Y/N to go on a date with him and then fucks him dumb :3.

You can chose which kinks you wanna use!!

ఌ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

꧁ 𝙀𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Smut 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚! ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

The handicap stall was currently being used.

The sound of squelching and muffled whimpers was slipping from the stall. Like it couldn’t hold it much longer. The sight of four legs and pants on the floor pooling around one of them. But only one was uncontrollably twitching.

And those legs were you.

Your hand gripped harshly at the sink beneath you as the other covered your mouth. Sweat covered your face and body as two fingers skillfully split you open. How you got into this position was honestly unknown.

First you were on a movie date. Then you had to piss. Next Eren was suddenly knocking on your stall door. Now, he’s fingering your asshole.

Thank god you didn’t take a shit.

But honestly, who carries lubes to a movie date?!

This being your first time wasn’t planned at all. You imagined it would’ve been… uh… more romantic?

Guess Eren had a different plans.

“Look up.” Eren said, pulling his fingers out of your ass.

You shook your head. Looking in the mirror to see the face you were making. It wouldn’t be a pretty sight. But it didn’t seem you had much of a choice as Eren grabbed your hair and pulled your head up.

“Look. Up.”

A shriek left your lips at the pain but that was quickly forgotten when you saw yourself in the mirror. Your face was flushed and sweaty. It certainly looked as if you were being fucked.

You stared at the mirror in embarrassment until you noticed you could see Eren this way. He was focused on his pants for some odd reason….

Oh.

The light tap on your ass made you flinch. You hoped in your head that it was just his fingers but it was no doubt his cock. In your mind, you were crying about needing to stop it before you went to far. But your cock was twitching happily for release.

Maybe you should listen to your cock?

“Eren… we—”

“—shh. You don’t want to draw any attention to us, do you?” He asked, a cruel smirk on his lips. You could only muster a pout at his words.

You wished you could at least see what’s going in your ass. But Eren seemed content in leaving you in this position. His hands trailed over your body before he shoved two fingers in your mouth. You chocked around them—accidentally biting them but he didn’t seem too bothered by that.

“Bite twice whenever you want to stop.” He said, patting your ass. You hummed, licking the area you bit as an apology. The sound of a condom was heard as he ripped one open with his teeth.

It amazed you that he could do this with one hand. Did he have other partners? But that couldn’t be true, Armin had told you Eren kept complaining about some dry spell he was going through for over two years now.

Oh…

You’ll be Eren’s first fuck in two years. An odd sense of pride filled your heart. You wondered if he’d feel any pride in being your first ever fuck.

The sound of spit grossed you out as you felt something wet touch your asshole. Gross.

Well, it’s better than being chaffed.

Eren brought his free hand to move your face up to the mirror once more, a grin on his lips. His green eyes staring into yours through the mirror.

“Don’t look away. I need to watch your face as I fuck you.”

You gulped at the vision. He’ll be watching? Oh god. Hopefully you could look presentable enough.

You watched with a baited breath as Eren’s cock kissed your asshole, pushing against it gently. It was slow and agonizing as he half heartedly pushed against your hole before pulling away.

He seemed to enjoy the teasing though by the smirk on his lips. His brown hair was almost covering his eyes with his head face down to watch his cock tease you.

“Eren…” you whimpered. You couldn’t say much with his fingers in your mouth but you hoped your tone was enough.

Eren simply hummed. “Fine. You’re no fun.”

You wanted to cuss him out that this was no time to have fun but only a scream left your throat as his cock slammed right into your ass. His thrusts were harsh and unforgiving.

He didn’t give you anytime to get used to it. Your legs felt so weak—shaking from the constant pounding inside your now ex virgin asshole. There was a pressure inside of your that would get dragged against by Eren’s cock that sent you into a frenzy.

Your moans were muffled but was still filling the stall. Eren’s grunts also joined in—he made no attempt to muffle himself. You hoped no one would have to use the restroom for a few minutes.

“It’s a miracle Armin sent you my way… I should get him a gift.” Eren laughed.

You shook your head in embarrassment. You did not want Armin to know that in the one day you got to know Eren he immediately fucked you like a cheap slut.

You had to keep a little dignity.

“Hey… (Name)…”

A sharp tug to your hair caused you to bite Eren’s fingers accidentally as he moved your head to face the mirror once more. You didn’t even notice you had looked away. Eren’s face was in direct view once more—his hair was sticking to his forehead now due to the sweat.

At least you knew he was also sweating.

“What did I say about looking away?”

You muffled out an apology but that didn’t seem to help your case. Eren simply sighed and released your hair. His thrusts slowed down, which was something you needed, as he brought his free hand to your ass.

“Remember, bite twice.”

Huh? You wanted to ask but you quickly knew why he reminded you when a harsh slap was delivered to your ass. A scream left your lips that was hardly muffled by his fingers. God, someone had to know you two were fucking by now.

At least the theater was empty at this time.

But the poor workers…

After a second slap, Eren’s thrusts picked up the pace again. You continued to cry at the overstimulation. Having your ass slapped and the pressure against what you could only assume was your prostate during your first time—it was a lot.

Your cock was leaking and you knew you were close. But it seemed Eren was too. Which was shocking to you. It wasn’t it his first time, right?

“Fuck.. Glad you’re my first fuck after so long. Better than any pussy I’ve ever had.” Eren grunted, reaching down to grasp your dejectedly cock.

A moan left your throat in painful glee. It was nice to finally have your cock played with but it also sent you into another frenzy. Fuck, you weren’t going to last any longer.

Eren leaned down over your back, his mouth near your ear. The two of you looked at each other through the mirror. Your fucked face with drool dripping from your mouth that was still stuffed with Eren’s fingers.

And then Eren’s face. He still looked fine. Despite his sweat covered face—he didn’t look all that bad. Damn, you were a virgin compared to him.

Literally!

“C’mon… cum for me, baby.” He whispered in your ears. You whimpered at the pet name. Gosh, you hoped he called you that again.

It took only two more thrusts directly on your prostate for you to cum. A pathetic cry left your lips as you threw your head back in pleasure. Eren watched everything with a look of lust as he continued his thrusting, not stopping at all.

In fact, his thrusts felt harsher than his usual pace. It was like he wanted to see you cum hard on his cock. And he certainly succeeded.

Eren grunted at the sight of you before holding you close, now just chasing his own release. He removed his fingers from your mouth, want to hear you loud and clear. His mouth right near your ear.

“You’re certainly tighter than any pussy I’ve fucked.”

You wouldn’t deny at how you moaned at the praise. His words just made you dumb and happy. He came right after you—deep inside. But much to your surprise, you could feel his hot cum inside of you. Shit, the condom broke.

But it seemed Eren didn’t notice at the moment judging by his lack of reaction. He looked happy, honestly. You shuddered as the feeling of cum dripped out of your ass into the floor.

Oh, gross.

Eren reached in and pulled out the broken condom— nonchalantly throwing it into the toilet.

“Eh, it happens. Don’t worry. I don’t have anything.”

You hummed. You honestly just didn’t know what to do about it though… were you supposed to just put your pants on while cum dripped out of your ass?

The sound of a camera snapping caught your attention as you quickly turned around to see Eren with his phone. He grinned and shoved his phone into his pocket.

“I’ll send it to you later tonight. Pull your pants up.”

“But the cum..”

“It’s fine.” He said, grabbing your waist to pull you close. “Besides, it’s hot to think about it.”

You opened your mouth to yell at him only to notice there was shoes on the other side of the stall door.

“We’re closing for the night. Please leave.”

Oh no.

You knew that voice.

It was Jean.

“Oh. Sorry Jean!”

“Just get the fuck out before I call security.”

Eren simply laughed while you had a crisis right then and there. Jean knew Connie. Connie knew Sasha. Sasha knew Mikasa. Mikasa knew Armin.

Yup, you were screwed.

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Please next time check what animes I write for because I don’t write for AOT! But I did this time cuz I like Eren. (And Armin 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼) so like only request Eren and Armin if want anything AOT related, anyone else is a no <3

Anyway, hope it was a good! This was fun to write!

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

the pogues and the princess

words: 1.8k

warnings: drinking, partying, throwing up, protective!rafe, threats of violence, established relationship

“oh come on, don’t be so grumpy.” you poke at rafes cheek, his face downturned in a scowl.

“you know i don’t like you at these type of parties.” rafe sighs, slapping your hand away from his face as he concentrates on the road in front of him, wishing for once that he doesn’t get to his destination faster, wanting to keep you there with him.

“babe, i’d hardly call it a party. its just gonna be me, sarah and kiara… and a couple other people.” “yeah, the fucking pogues.” rafe grunts. “you know how i feel about you hanging out with them.” “oh please, i don’t even talk to jj or john b. i just miss my girls.” you pout. you got super close with sarah when you started dating rafe, which naturally led you to get close to kiara as well as sarahs other new friends.

“yeah, alright.” rafe grunts. you may not talk to the boys, but that doesn’t stop them from trying to talk to you.

“i’ll call you when i need you to pick me up.” you unbuckle as rafe turns down the driveway, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. “i love you.”

“i know.” rafe sighs dramatically, hating that you’re leaving him, but not wanting to hold you back from seeing your friends, especially when you so rarely ask him. “i love you too.”

you wait as rafe gets out, opening your door and helping you down from his truck. he looks over your outfit again, glad that you’re very covered as he walks you towards the house, music already able to be heard pumping out of speakers.

“baby, this is not a little party.” rafe looks around, realizing theres a good amount of people crowded around the various seating areas.

“do you wanna stay?” you ask. rafe struggles, but ultimately shakes his head no. he knows if he stays that he would just end up getting pissed off at one of the pogues, and he values you too much to beat one of them up in front of you.

“mmkay, well i see kie.” you turn towards rafe. “i’ll call you in a bit. probably around 1 am if thats alright.” “yeah, i’m definitely not gonna be able to sleep until i get you back home.” rafe grunts. he’s in no danger of missing your call, there’s no way he will be able to relax until you’re back safe in his arms.

“bye baby.” you get on your tiptoes to press a kiss to rafes lips. “love you.”

“love you more.” rafe watches you walk away, literally skipping as you reach kiara, throwing your arms around her in a hug. rafe doesn’t see his sister, but he knows she can’t be far away.

“hey, pogues.” rafe walks up to a picnic table, jj smoking a blunt while pope and john b both hold a bottle of beer. 

“rafe, don’t start shit-” jj begins, but he’s quickly cut off by rafe. 

“shut the fuck up. i need you to watch y/n. if she gets hurt, i will fucking end all of you, understood?” rafe waits for all three of the boys to nod.

“im serious. i will fucking kill you. let her have fun with sarah and kiara, but don’t let her drink too much, and if any guy tries to talk to her or dance with her…” rafe trails off, but they get the point.

“she’s our friend too.” pope finally pipes up. “of course we will keep an eye on her.” “good.” rafe grunts, not saying another word before stomping away, back towards his truck.

--

“where is my kie kie?” your words slur as you stumble into the house, looking for your friend. “kiara!” you shout. “you never brought me back another drink you bitch!”

“hey, hey there.” jj suddenly grabs your shoulders, making you blink rapidly to get his face into focus. “maybe you don’t need another drink.”

“maybe you don’t need another drink.” you argue back, trying to wiggle out of jjs grasp. “i want a uh…” you look at the selection of bottles on the table. “shot of vodka!” jj knows you must be really drunk if you’re willing to take the shot, knowing how much you don’t like the taste of alcohol until you’re really far gone, always having to mix it with something fruity to get it down.

“okay, let me get it for you.” jj grabs a shot glass, keeping one eye on you as he shields what hes doing with his body, grabbing the vodka like hes going to pour it, but actually filling the cup with water instead.

“here you go.” he turns around with a smile.

“thanks!” you take the glass, knocking it back. “you know, rafe would not like you getting drinks for me.”

“hey, its all friendly.” jj smiles, patting your shoulder as you walk away to find kiara, yelling out again. he doesn’t see that you swipe a bottle from the table.

--

“i feel sick.” you shout at sarah, hands linked together. despite your words, you continue to dance, your stomach churning but there’s too much alcohol in you to care.

“i think if we drink more itll help!” sarah says, meaning to pull you towards the house, but you both stumble on the grass and end up falling on the ground, not feeling any pain as you burst out laughing.

“oh my god, we are sooo drunk.” you giggle, feeling a lot better now that you’re laying down, so you don’t make any effort to move, despite the stick poking your back.

“i know.” sarah pouts, before suddenly yelling. “john b!” it takes a minute for john b to make his way over, and when he finally does, he stands looking down at the two of you, hands on his hips.

“i think you girls may have had enough.” “sarah.” you turn to her. “i hate your boyfriend.” “me too, he’s trying to cut us off.” sarah rolls his eyes before reaching up, making grabby hands at john b, who sighs and helps bring her to her feet.

“come on.” john b tries to help you up next, but you frown, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by emotions.

“i don’t want you, i want my boyfriend!” you cry out, tears suddenly streaming down your face, leaving marks in your makeup.

“oh shit!” john b groans. “don’t cry! come on! lets call rafe.”

you finally accept john bs help up, tears drying up quickly when you see kiara, squealing as you rush away from the couple to link arms with her.

--

“shit, we gotta call rafe.” pope says, looking at you with concern on his face before glancing at his phone, the time ticking past 2 am. 

“we should just take her home.” jj says. “i don’t have his number.”

“we can ask sarah…” pope looks around, before quickly realizing that sarah and john b disappeared together a while ago, and he’s not wanting to find them and break up whatever they’re doing for the sake of his innocent eyes.

“ill just ask y/n.” jj sighs, pope tagging along as he makes his way over to you, the last one dancing to the music, from the only speaker still playing.

“hey, y/n.” pope says softly, but you don’t seem to hear him as you continue to bounce around, hair long pulled out of the ponytail you arrived in, dress swishing as you move.

“y/n!” jj shouts louder, making you suddenly stop.

“what is it?” you blink rapidly, tears forming in your eyes from jjs shouting. “are you mad at me? is rafe mad at me?” “no, we just wanna take you home. its really late.” jj places a cautious hand on your back, guiding you away from the speaker.

“‘m not tired though.” you look to pope, hoping he would agree with you, but he shakes his head. no help there.

“how about we call rafe then, yeah? i think he’d beat our ass if either of us took you home.” “no he wouldn’t.” you shake your head. “my boyfriend is cute and perfect and nice and he wouldn’t do that.” 

“alright, whatever you say.” pope rolls his eyes. he’s not willing to argue about the past, especially when he knows you’re way too drunk to even realize what you’re saying.

“ill call him.” you pull your phone out, frowning at the screen before your passcode suddenly comes back to you. rafes birthday.

you manage to navigate to his contact before the phone suddenly falls from your hands, thankfully landing on the soft grass. you barely turn away from pope and jj before you throw up, bending over as you spew. 

pope moves quickly to hold up your hair, while jj picks up the phone, thankfully still open.

he presses the call button while watching pope comfort you as you begin to cry, sniffling out a mixture of words about how you hate throwing up and want your boyfriend.

“baby?” rafe answers, his voice soft but clearly tired and slightly on edge.

“uh… no.” jj answers awkwardly. “she’s ready to be picked up though she’s uhh… pretty drunk.”

“i’ll be there in five minutes.” rafe puts the truck into drive. he would never admit it, but he’s been just down the block the entire time, not wanting to go too far in case he needed to quickly get to you. “give her the phone.”

“yeah, alright.” jj hands it over to you. “its your boyfriend.”

“oh my god, rafe!” you shout into the phone, making him pull it away from his ear at your loud volume. 

“hi baby, i’m coming right now to pick you up, okay?” “i love you so much.” you sob out. “i miss you, i miss you. i hate partying without you.”

“how much did you have to drink?” rafe asks.

“she snuck a bit more when i turned my back for one second rafe.” jj adds in, leaning closer to the phone to speak. “we really did keep an eye on her.”

“yeah.” pope chimes in. “one guy tried to dance with her but i stopped him.”

“wait, really?” you question. you hadn’t even noticed, or maybe just didn’t remember.

rafe doesn’t know what to say. he’s certainly not going to thank the pogues, but he’s grateful you’re safe as he turns down the driveway, headlights illuminating the three of you standing in the yard, the only ones still around as he throws his truck into park.

“yay!” you squeal, running over to rafe and literally jumping into his arms, making him stumble back as he holds you against him.

“hi baby, did you have fun?” rafe asks, rubbing his hand over your back as the other keeps you from falling. “i did but i drank too much and got sick and then starting crying because i missed you.” you explain quickly, all negative emotions gone now that you’ve got him back.

“should i get you home then?” rafe asks, glad when you nod enthusiastically, tucking your face into his neck.

rafe looks to pope and jj, nodding awkwardly at them. its the best thank you they’re going to get as he loads you into the passenger side of his truck.

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[starlitmark]

Summary: Maybe you shouldn’t have pressed his buttons so hard… Pairing: brother’s best friend!Yunho x fem!reader Genre: smut Tropes: brother’s best friend au Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, some crying  Smut Warnings: hate sex, choking, degradation, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, sub-dropping Word Count: 1,408 Note: we’ve reached the end of Arousal August! I hope you’ve all enjoyed this <3 thank you again to the amazing @mejuii for beta/proofing this!!

Your relationship with Yunho has always been, we’ll say, strained. You can’t stand him despite him being your brother’s best friend and roommate. Something about his stupidly handsome face makes you want to scream. You had come over to their shared apartment with the understanding that Mingi would be there. He had told you he didn’t have anything to do today and that you would have your weekly sibling date today. Yet here you are with no Mingi on the premise. You can hear Yunho in his room doing who knows what. Weighing your options, you end up walking down the short hallway toward his room. You don’t even bother knocking on the doorframe when you get there. Taking one rather nasty look at Yunho, you sigh before speaking.

“Where’s Mingi?” you ask with a sharp tone.

“Hell, if I know. He’s not here, so you can see yourself out. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” he hisses, not looking up from his laptop.

“Very funny, Yunho. I know you know where he is.” You bite back.

“You’re so fucking nosey. Why don’t you just fucking leave?”

You dare to step into his room and give him a glare from where you were standing. You’re challenging him. He never does anything when Mingi’s around. Now that his best friend isn’t, you want to see if he will. With a smirk plastered on your lips, you walk further into the room and right over to his bookshelf.

“You read some shit books.” You state, running your finger along the spines of the books, “If you want something good to read, I guess I could give you better mat-”

Your words are stolen from your lips when you feel a hand grab your shoulder and spin you around. Yunho is not but a foot from your face. There’s a flame in his eye as he has you there pinned against the wall. After the initial shock, you’re back to where you were. You’re absolutely having too much fun pushing his buttons.

“Damn, Yunho. If you wanted to get me pinned to the wall, you could’ve just asked. Though, I doubt you’d be able to take care of me.” You provoke.

Yunho all but growls and wraps a hand around your throat. He doesn’t put any pressure on your neck, but the presence alone has your heart racing.

“I’m fucking tired of your little attitude,” he says far too calmly.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You fight back, still not daring to move. 

“You want proof I can take care of you?” He offers, slightly putting pressure on the sides of your neck.

“You mean just for me to be right about you not knowing how to? I’d love to.”

Before you can process it, you’re clothes are gone, and you’re pinned down to Yunho’s bed. One of his large hands is wrapped around your throat, causing you to reel in the sensation it’s causing. The other is holding your hip to ensure you don’t squirm too much. Yunho is thrusting into you at an animalistic pace, making you see stars even more. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan, though. How you’re holding your noises back, you have no idea.

“Come on, don’t you wanna let those moans out? Sound like a fucking slut while I fuck you?” he growls.

You shake your head, not trusting your voice in the slightest. 

“What? Can’t use your words? Are you too far gone that you can’t fucking speak?” He chuckles, “If I had known fucking you would get you to shut up, I would’ve done it a long time ago.”

His grip on your throat tightens as his thrusts become harsher. That’s the straw that broke the camel’s back. You let out a loud moan, and once that one escapes, they don’t stop coming. You beg and plead for anything. Yunho is still degrading you with his filthy words that your brain can’t comprehend at the moment. You doubt you’re saying anything intelligible at the moment, anyway. In hopes of getting yourself closer to your high, you attempt to roll your hips into his thrusts. Instead, you’re greeted with a sharp slap to your thigh before his hand reclaims its place on your hip.

“Fuckin’ slut.” he bites, “You take what I give you, understand?”

You nod.

“Use your fucking words. You seem to never shut up any other time.”

“Please!” you beg, tears springing from your eyes, “Please, Yunho! I’m so so close!” you manage to say between moans. 

“You think I’ll- fuck- I’ll let you cum that easily, whore?”

“Yunho, please.” you moan, “Want you to cum inside me.” 

“Oh, is that right?” he asks condescendingly.

“Please!” you beg again, scratching his shoulders.

That’s all it takes to trigger his orgasm. His hips stutter as he cums deep inside you. His sounds, combined with the sloppy thrusts, trigger your high. Your walls flutter around him, and your nails dig deeper into his broad shoulders. He pulls out in one sharp movement and watches how his cum leaks out of you. 

He’s about to walk out of the room when he feels a disturbance in the air. When he turns around, he sees you on the brink of tears sitting on his bed. He isn’t sure what overtakes him, but he immediately swoops you up in his arms and holds you close. You cry quietly for a few moments. Murmuring something about not doing a good job. All Yunho can do is rub your back gently and coax you back into reality.

“You did so well. It was insensitive of me to walk away so soon after,” he says gently. It’s a tone he’s never used with you before.

“You hate me.” You comment weakly, “I don’t blame you for walking away.”

“I don’t,” he states plainly.

“You don’t? Why are you so mean to me whenever-”

He wipes a stray tear from your cheek, “I don’t have an explanation for that. Maybe I was deflecting what I really felt in fear of what Mingi might say.” “I’m a grown woman. I can decide who I date without Mingi’s permission.” You chuckle slightly.

“I know. I know.” he says softly, pressing a kiss into your hair, “Are you fully back with me now?”

“Mhm. I’m processing how sticky I feel now,” you admit.

Yunho chuckles, and you feel the sound vibrate through his chest. 

“Let’s get cleaned up and change the sheets. Then, does cuddling sound good to you?”

“More than.” you smile at him.

After a peaceful shower together and cleaning up the bedroom (including opening a window and lighting a scented candle), you curl up under Yunho’s arm and rest your head against his chest. It’s peace like you’ve never known another person before. It’s ironic how the person you swore you hate is the person you found yourself most at peace with. Then, you hear the front door click open and shut. Neither of you is fully awake, though, not enough to process what the sound was. Just as you open your eyes and process what that sound is, your brother is already busting through Yunho’s previously closed bedroom door. Yunho scrambles to protect your decency, which happens to be tossing himself on top of you. You squeal at the sudden movement.

“You two finally fucked it out?” Mingi asks, sounding hopeful, “It’s been goddamn years of that stupid tension!”

He walks out, forgetting to close the door behind him. Your new boyfriend sighs and gets out of bed to close the door. Just as the door is about to click shut, you hear your brother call through his door.

“If you hurt her or knock her up, I’m reserving the right to murder you still!”

You’re half tempted to walk in there and beat his ass for making that comment, but you can’t find the willpower to get out of Yunho’s comfy bed to do so. Yunho shakes his head and closes the door fully. Climbing back into bed, he wraps his arms around you again.

“How do you think he’ll react when he finds out we fuck raw?”

“Jeong Yunho!”

You smack his chest, and he lets out a bright giggle. Maybe all you really needed was to fuck it out all this time. You never hated him. You’re hopelessly and irrevocably in love with him.

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[dilfprayers]

21st Birthday.

realdad!leon kennedy x afab!reader based off of an ask i did a few days ago for @misscimi tw; incest topics (dad x daughter), alcohol abuse, dubcon , piss, virginity loss, manipulation + more

word vomit ??? yip yap type of thing that turned into a fic (?) so may be typos MAYBE? i dont know!! also ive been heavily brainrotting abt icky dad leon,..ugh

You were excited to turn 21. Everyone always made it a big deal and told you it'll be amazing being able to finally drink and do many other events that required you to be 21 anyways, which you hated. You went on years planning out what to do but when it finally came to that day, which was today, you sat there quietly in the house spacing out. Hours going by and you mainly sat there on the couch, quiet and alone.

That wasn't until the door crept open, your father suddenly walking in with a few bags. He glanced to the living room with a smirk, approaching you as you laid there. He did however admire you, how tight your shirt was to your upper body n' how those shorts were short enough to get a peek of your panties.

He knew better than to indulge in those thoughts but ever since you had had turned 19, he always had his eyes on you. Wanting you.

"Hey hun, what's got you in the dumps? Shouldn't you be celebrating the special day?"

He sits down carefully beside you, a quiet 'hmph' leaving his throat once he sits down. He leaned back, tilting his head with the bags still in his hands. You looked over at him before loudly sighing, slouching back into the couch.

"I don't know..My friends cancelled on coming over - Mom is always busy...And well you-"

You pause, looking at him. He looked puzzled, tilting his head as he leans in a bit closer to you.

"I'm here now, aren't I?"

He cuts you off halfway, smiling at you before putting the bags down; gently setting his hand down on your bare thigh, rubbing at it in a comforting manner.

"I was able to get off work early anyways, I didn't want my lovely daughter to be on her own for her 21st birthday."

You smile, glancing down at his hand that rubbed along your thigh. He always had a comforting charm, you loved it.

"Well.. I guess. But, I really wanted to go out and get drinks. I always wanted to get the drinking experience. Aside from the whole vomiting and losing your absolute mind— It seems cool. But I sound stupid for that don't I?"

His eyes lightened up when you said that. Almost like a lightbulb clicked in his mind - Surely he wasn't thinking of getting you drunk, taking full advantage of you - Making you do things you don't wanna do. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he pats your thigh and leans back.

"Nah, I get you.. That's why I got you a little surprise."

He pulled some drinks from the bags, glancing at you as he saw the shock on your face. He really thought about you and your 21st birthday — Knowing you wanted to drink? You were beyond happy now. And the thought of your first drink would be with your father.. You were living in the moment.

He figured you were too shocked to speak so he handled the drinks, popping the cap off of one of the bottles then handled it over to you with a warm smile.

"Happy 21st birthday."

-

Sluggish, you were wobbling in your seat..Shit, how many drinks were there? You don't even remember. You just know you kept blanking out, hearing loud ringing sometimes as you crawled over to Leon, laying across his lap.

"Sweetie, y'okay?.."

You hear his concerned tone but only let out a low, "mmm..." noise, feeling all woozy. You felt like shit in all honesty but for him, it was a good thing. He planned this all along, get you drunk off your ass and he could do whatever the hell he wanted.

"Poor baby.. Here, I got you. Just relax for me.."

He picks you up off his lap and holds you in his arms, walking off to his bedroom before kicking the door shut. He already had an erection, sick fuck had so many possibilities and thoughts in his head.. It was to the point he could feels his cock pressed up against the fabric of his boxers and pants, oozing crazily with precum.

He fucking wanted you. And wanted you now.

Afterall, It was his second part of his birthday gift, you should be happy right?..

You groan quietly as he sets you down to the bed, slowly sitting down beside you soon after as he watches your vulnerable state. Your body aching from whatever was going on in your head and stomach - Eyes halfway shut too. You could hear something being rustled with.. A belt?.. Pants? You didn't really know nor care as you shifted on the bed, comfortable from how the pillows and comforter made you sink into a whole different headspace. You were quiet, only breathing heavily. You wanted nothing more than to just sleep but that'd soon be disrupted. You just didn't know it yet.

Leon, on the other hand, had already had his pants off and his boxers, needily stroking his cock from the mere sight of you.

"Fuck.. You've grown into a lovely woman, you know that?.."

He mutters, as if you could hear him but you didn't. He bites down on his lip, pushing past his limits. He slowly moved himself over you, pulling your shorts down and saw your bright panties. Beautiful pair too.. He groans lowly, brushing his fingers along your crotch but pauses, noticing you shifting around again before staring directly at him.

"Mh-..Wha...H..huh? Dad..What's going on?.."

You mumble, feeling your legs spread open cause of him and felt a pit deep down in your stomach. You thought this was some kind of fucked up dream, not realizing it was real.

"D..daddy?.."

Your voice cracks, seeing him stare directly at you - But him hearing your innocent words through your drunken state made his cock throb. He knew you couldn't comprehend shit that was going on.. All you could assume was this being some kind of bad dream you couldn't wake up from. With him knowing that, it turned him on more.

"Shh, shh... I want to love you and make you feel good tonight. Isn't that what fathers do?"

He murmurs, brushing your panties again until he feels something warm — Or rather, hot. You weren't aware but out of fear and confusion, you felt yourself wetting your panties with the pee you held in for hours ever since you started drinking earlier. His eyes were widened, seeing the liquid damp up your panties and pour down along the sheets, staining it.

But even still, it left him beyond turned on. More than he should've been.

-

You weren't entirely sure what had happened for a couple minutes but you just know you gained some kind of consciousness the second he pushed his cock deep into you, keeping himself balls deep before he rutted himself in and out of you, brushing his thumb along your throbbing clit. You scratched at him, screamed and all but he knew how to make you slowly accept the fact he was raping you while you were drunk and half asleep. You didn't exactly think your father out to be some kind of rapist or sick fuck, but here he was, not only using you but also using your piss as 'lube'.. And not to mention - blood too. This was your first time. And your first time was from your dad taking advantage of you.

The thought nearly made you hurl but as time went on, you did actually start feeling good. He ensured of that so you could calm down. He never moved his thumb away from your clit, moving it in circular motions as he knew it was becoming raw and more sensitive. He could tell it was fucking with you cause of how much tighter you'd get.

"Feeling good yet? You want daddy to keep fucking you? Show you more about being an adult? Mm...?"

His cock plunged into you, way deeper at this point since you were naturally getting wet from his actions. It didn't help either that you wanted this to originally stop but the influence of alcohol and the pleasure he offered was driving you insane. You couldn't think straight before cause of the drinks but now it was way worse.

"Please... Please..- M..more.."

You whined to him, legs starting to shake from the overstimulation. His gaze down at you was darkened and he knew he enjoyed

"More? You don't even have to ask."

He leans in, his lips catching yours into a tender kiss while he now places his hands along your legs, spreading them out more with his tight grasp before going to town on you. The bed creaked and both of your moans and groans made a symphony within the room.

"Shiiit...G..gonna..Cum..."

He mutters into the kiss, feeling his cock throbbing within you. Your walls squeezed at his cock needily, but as a natural reaction again. Your body knew what it wanted. His cum.

But you couldn't do that.. The risk of him getting you pregnant was high but you weren't even thinking straight, you couldn't pull him off nor tell him. Actually, you didn't even want to.

"Daddy's gonna fuck a baby into me...~"

You babble out, lips still mushed against his as your tongues lock together for a bit till he pulls back, slipping his cock out of you to flip you on your stomach. He spanks your ass, grinning.

"Watch your language, I'm still your father you know."

He teases but knew damn well hearing those words slip out from you made him harder. He fucking loved it. At some point afterwards, he got into a better position before pushing his cock back into you. His cock throbbed some more before he rocked his hips along yours while he was towered over you. Seeing you in such a fucked up state, fighting the two separate sides in your head from what was wrong or right was arousing. Your slightly concerned face, wondering if this was you truly wanted. Or how your pussy clenched around his cock, wanting to milk him dry of his cum. Your body was rejecting your moral thoughts at this point.

The thoughts he had and also seeing you slowly come apart for him became overwhelming, but he enjoyed the hell out of it to the point he pushed himself deeper into you again, as he leans down, grunting in your ear. He finally came inside of you, no verbal warning what-so-ever.

You could feel it too, his warm pumps of cum flooding your insides - Giving you butterflies. He slightly rode out his orgasm before pausing, keeping his cock plunged deep into your sticky and wet, messy pussy.

"That was my birthday gift for you.."

He mutters, gently resting his chest on your back as he gently kisses along your cheek. You were all used up for the night, even more drowsy and at some point you closed your eyes and rested there beneath him while his cock remained inside of you.

Maybe being 21 isn't so bad after all...

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #dead dove fic #dead dove do not eat #realdad!leon #dad!leon kennedy #🕍 — detowrites

[beforeimdeceased]

CRYBABY! - (E.W) PT4

pairing: mean/cruel ellie x sensitive/emotional reader.

synopsis: the song was one thing, but calling you up on stage?

a/n: none!

better keep your head down + give me a call if you ever get lonely

masterlist.

the paparazzi are everywhere, all snapping shots of you as you rush into the band’s car. ellie stops to talk with them, ignoring jesse and dina’s pleads for her to get in. the sounds of the excited fans and the paps priding questions ring in your ears.

“so that’s the girl that fucked up your face?”

“i wouldn’t say it’s fucked up. it’d take a lot to fuck this face up. i think i look pretty hot with a bloody nose anyway.”

“and the song you performed earlier today is about her? crybaby?”

“yes—“

“ellie, get in the fucking car.”

“—yes and i’m looking into getting it released soon.”

jesse hops out of the car, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her in. “shit, gotta go guys. it was amazing to see you all—“ is cut off by the door slamming. dina let’s out a heavy sigh and throws her head back.

“i should punch you too.” dina starts. it makes ellie chuckle and she looks over at you. “it’s enough for you to write the song and perform it, but to call her out and bring her up on stage afterwards? ellie, seriously, you’re fucking horrible.”

jesse interjects. “not to mention you doing that during one of our most important songs. you ruined the set i’ve been perfectly curating for months. for what? for fun?”

ellie doesn’t respond. she just stares at you. puffy eyes and pouty lips while you sniffle down your remains of sadness. it felt like this night couldn’t get any worse, and yet you knew when you got back to the hotel she’d somehow find a way to prove you wrong.

“if you wanna sleep in our room tonight it’s fine. i completely understand.” jesse whispers to you as he opens the trunk to grab the bags. you think about it for a moment before shaking your head. you don’t want dina and jesse to feel like they always have to babysit you around ellie. you can handle yourself. you proved that today when you socked her in the face.

“alright kiddo. let me know if you need anything, okay?” he smiles, leading everyone to the rooms.

when you and ellie make it to your room, you both say nothing to each other. you’re sure she’ll break the silence, though. she always does. maybe the silence is uncomfortable for her? or maybe she just likes to hear herself talk.

“you gonna eat something?” ellie chimes up as she sees you walking towards the bathroom. you just ignore her and wash yourself up. you can’t seem to pull your eyes away from your bruised knuckles, or the lingering drowsy feeling after you’d been crying. all you want to do is collapse into the couch and sleep.

when you’re all done, you grab a blanket from your bag and settle yourself onto the couch. then ellie comes over, sitting on your blanket.

“remember when i went to jail?”

you sigh. “get off my blanket. i’m tired i want to go to sleep.” you tug at it but she refuses to move. continuing what she’d previously been saying.

“jesse and dina were on a trip and i called you. you bailed me out.”

it was 4am when you got the call. eyes barely able to open wide enough to see your screen. when you answered your heart dropped. “jail? ellie what the fuck?” you frown. she laughs. “i know right. gotta put this in our next song.” even with her sarcasm and smart ass mouth you could hear how scared she was. and you couldn’t say no. why couldn’t you say no?

you shrug. “so? what does that have to do with anything?”

“remember when you said you never hated me?”

you nod but you were rethinking it all now. flexing your sore hand. looking down at your blanket that she’d decided to hold hostage. confusion written all over your face. you said you never hated her, but not that you’d never hate her.

“i didn’t write that song to be mean—“

you interrupt her with a chuckle. “then what the fuck was it for?”

she angrily gets up and rushes away. “fucking forget it.”

you stand up, throwing a couch pillow at her. “why are you such an asshole, williams? seriously. were you dropped on your head as a baby or something? why do you walk through life as if everybody has done something wrong to you? you’re the tragedy of the story? that’s just not the case.”

she grabs the pillow and rushes at you, hitting you over the head. “why don’t you hate me then, huh? if i’m so terrible why don’t you hate my fucking guts?”

an uncomfortable silence falls between you two. you, bewildered at her question, still finding it hard to believe she cares. failing to understand why it’s your opinion she cares so much about. her, anticipating your answer. on edge. wanting things to make sense. both of you staring at each other. breathing heavy. twisted faces.

you see the scared look in her eyes and you almost want to hold her. want to see her for what she truly is: scared. that’s why she’s always angry. because she’s scared. because she’s alone. because she didn’t mean to, but she’s run everyone away.

but her lip curls into an all knowing smirk. the kind that could only come from predicting your thoughts through your eyes. piercing into your soul to ping at the bit of empathy you had left in you. for her. for the girl who’s angry and scared and alone. the girl who called you onstage in front of a crowd of people to humiliate you.

the girl who embarrassed you at karaoke. turned a video of you drunk falling into a meme. pushes you off to the side so she can be in the middle of dina and jesse on the sidewalk. trips you if you aren’t paying attention. lies. fights. and fucks you over.

your face changes completely, and hers falls when she realizes.

“you’re pathetic. you’re sad and you’re sick. i can’t believe i trusted you. i can’t believe i had sex with you. fuck you.” you yell before storming off. leaving her there. all alone.

“so you’re starting a band?” you ask dina. she nods, smiling. “with jesse and a friend of ours. i can’t wait for you to see us perform. maybe you could come to one of our practices this weekend?”

“yeah, i’d love to meet your friend!”

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[lovingmattysposts]

first i just wanna say i LOVEEEEE your writing so so much. the first time series w chris is so fucking good its just so cute and goofy how she's so clueless and he teaches her everything w no judgement but its still hot as fuck??????? i cant explain its just perfect but i was wondering if you could do a matt version with like a different back story or something but the same innocent y/n

Dreamin' about it

pairing: y/n and matt sturniolo

summary: Matt and you never got along. He always teased you about everything you did, so much so you decide to you wanted to lose your virginity just so he would shut about it. The only issues was you didn't know who to lose it to and that you were scared out of your mind to do it

warnings: I obviously know Nick, Matt, Madi or Chris would never pressure you into sexual things, it's just apart of the story. There is NO sexual misconduct in this even though the ending makes it seem that way. drinking, smut, mentions of drinking.

I had to make this into two parts because it was genuanly so fucking long so this is only the first part

xoxo autumn.

“Move”

I felt myself be shoved out of the way. I glared up at Matt who was now attempting to open his locker. “I was standing there” I mumbled looking at him. He glanced over at me. “What?” He said shaking his head and closing his eyes. I swallowed turning back around.

“Nothing, never mind” I mumbled before walking down the hallway into the classroom. I sighed sitting next to Madi. She glanced over at me. “Why do you look pissed?” She smiled. I shrugged before glancing over to the door seeing Matt walk into the room before sitting down next to Chris.

“Matt again?” She asked blinking at me. I shook my head turning away from him. “I don’t know” I mumbled looking down. “I just don’t know why he’s so rude to me” I said looking at her. She shrugged.

“Maybe he’s got a crush” She laughed. I rolled my eyes and pushed her making her laugh. "Yeah I'm sure" I shook my head.

Matt and I never really got along to say the least. We didn't hate each other. At least, I didn't hate him. He was overall just rude as fuck. Which makes it hard to be in a friend group with him. Madi, Nick, Chris, Matt and I are close and we hangout almost everyday.

Everyone gets along just fine. I love Nick, Chris is absolutely hilarious, and Matt was just a dick to me. I never did anything to him. He wasn't mean to Madi, only me. I never understood it.

Matt turned around catching my eye and I just looked down at the desk. He smirked and shook his head just turning around facing back to Chris. The first time I met Matt, I was instantly attracted to him, then he opened his mouth, absolutely ruining it for me. Which I guess was good. Getting into something with a member of the friend group would just complicate things anyway.

"I heard he's going out with that Jessica girl" Madi mumbled over to me. I looked over to her, disgust on my face. "Jessica Riley?" I asked looking at her. She pursed her lips nodding. I rolled my eyes.

"Why would he waste his time on her?" I asked looking at her. She shrugged. "He told me she gives good head. Guess that's good enough of a reason to keep her around" She sighed pulling out her laptop. I shook my head and glanced over at him laughing at something Chris said.

"Is that all that boy cares about?" I asked raising my eyebrows at her. She shrugged. "Never heard a complaint from any girls he's been with" She smirked at me. I closed my eyes shaking my head. She sighed hitting my shoulder.

"Have you thought about it anymore?" She said lowering her voice. I swallowed looking over at her. I had mentioned to her a few weeks ago that I felt like an absolute outcast being the only virgin in the friend group. Never being able to participate in 'never have i ever' or any drinking games involving exposing anything sexual.

I got enough shit from Matt as it was, being a virgin just made his torment ten time worse. I was explaining how I thought about doing it with one of the boys in the hockey team and Matt let "She probably wouldn't even know what to do with a dick if she saw one" slip and it sent me into a spiral and i've been thinking about it ever since.

I've just never had the opportunity to do it before. I've never had a boyfriend before and i've never liked anyone enough to do anything other than kiss them. Now, I just wanted to get it over with. Just for Matt's comments to stop at the very least.

"Not really" I said back. She sighed and looked around. "I have an idea, I'm coming over after school" She smiled making my eyes go wide and slip back in my seat. "Great" I whispered feeling my face go red.

-

She threw the list in front of my face. I glanced down and then back up with her. "You're kidding" I stated looking up at her. She rolled her eyes as she sat down next to me and pulled out a pencil. "No I'm not. If you're serious we have to think this through" She said looking over at me.

I already felt the regret of even saying anything form in my stomach. I groaned looking away from her as she scanned her eyes down at the list. "Purely sex on basis. Not relationship wise. Just potential candiate for taking your virginity" She said looking at me. I shook my head standing up.

"I'm not doing this" I said rubbing my hands over my face. She pulled my arm. "Yes you are. You're not doing this with a random person. We're taking this seriously" She said pulling me back down next to her. I sighed covering my red face. "Okay go" I mumbled trying not to soak in the reality of this situation.

"Tyler Smith" She said looking over at me. I looked over at her. "You're kidding" I stated as she looked up from the paper. She held in a laugh and crossed his name off the list. "Sorry" She smiled. "Madi" I said glaring at her. "That was the only joke one i'm sorry. I just wanted to lighten the mood" She said shaking her head, making me smile.

She glanced back down at the list. "Will Hanson" She said. I looked up before shaking my head. "Y/n" She sighed. "His limbs are unproportional, it freaks me out" I said shaking my head. She rolled her eyes before crossing him off the list.

"Hmm. Evan Reel?" She asked, making me smile slightly. "A smile!" She pointed at my face. I pushed her away shaking my head. "He would never go for me" I sighed looking up at her. She smiled and pursed her lips.

"I don't knowwww, Chris said he was staring at you picture a little too long in the locker room" She smiled. I sat up. "No he didn't" I said shaking my head. She covered her smile with the paper and I pushed her. "Are you serious?" I smiled. She nodded and circled his name.

"So potential candidate" She smiled making me shake my head. She traced the pencil over the page and hummed. "Chris?" She asked looking up at me. I just stared at her blinking. "Like Chris-Chris? Like Christopher Struniolo?" I asked my eyes wild tilting my head. She shrugged.

"You know him. It would be like comforting since you guys are friends. And he's cute" She shrugged. I shook my head. "After he burped the alphabet to me I could never look at him romantically" I stated blankly. She nodded and crossed his name off the list. She glanced up at me.

"Don't say it"

"Matt?" She smiled. I shook my head. "No. Absolutely not in a million years. No" I said shaking my head in all seriousness. She sighed setting down the paper looking at me. "Oh come on y/n. He's good in bed. Tory told me he was the best d-" She started. I covered my ears.

"Madi No. Hard no" I said shaking my head. She frowned. "Potential candidate?" She smiled. I grabbed the paper and took it from her, grabbing her pencil and crossing out his name and handed it back to her.

"No."

-

Matt pressed me against the wall. I felt his breath on my neck but what I felt more was the growing need in my stomach as he gripped my waist. "Fuck, you're so hot" He whispered before kissing down my neck. I breathed in, gripping his hand in his hair.

"Matt" I breathed. He grabbed my waist before pushing me over to the bed and before I could blink he was pinning my arms down and pressing his lips to mine.

"I wanted this for so long" He mumbled against my lips. "Me too" I said back. He leaned up reaching at the bottom on his shirt before ripping it off. I just looked up at him.

"Like what you see baby?" He whispered, running his hands up my body. I pulled me back down to me before pressing my lips to his. "I need to be inside you" He said against my lips. I nodded pulling my top off as he felt me over my bra.

"Make me see stars" I said pushing his hair back. He looked up at me with a dark look in his eyes before he undid his belt and threw it to the side. I pushed off my shorts before he pressed himself against me. I moaned from the unfamalier feeling.

I looked down between us. He paused. "You okay?" He whispered. I nodded. "Keep doing that" I nodded pressing up against him. He smiled as he pushed his hand over my bra.

"It turns me on that you're so innocent" He whispered, making my face go red. I opened my mouth to speak but stopped when he pressed against me again. "Fuck, Matt" I mumbled arching my back.

"I could do this all night long y/n, but I can feel you pulsing. I need you just as much you need me" He said as he pushing down my underwear. My chest rose and fell as he pushed his fingers into me.

"You're so worked up just for me" He whispered pushing his fingers compelely into me. I swallowed my eyes going wide. "Do you think about me? Because I think about you" He said against my face as he slowly pushed in and out of me.

"Alone" He kissed the side of my face. "In my bedroom" He continued. I squeezed my eyes shut. "Touching myself" He said pressing his forehead against mine. I whined pressing against his fingers.

"Dreaming about you whining underneath me, because I know you weren't as innocent as you showed" He said pulling his fingers out of me. I opened my eyes looking at him.

"I knew I could have had you like this under me, all you had to do was ask" He smiled pulling down his boxers. I stared down at him, my eyes going wide.

"Knowing you've never even touched yourself" He said taking himself in his hand. I just stared at him in awe. "And now I get to make you feel as you as you made me felt" He said looking down at me. I bit my lip.

"You get me so worked up and you don't even know it princess" He smiled. I swallowed. "Really?" I whispered. He smiled and nodded. "You thought I hated you but all I really wanted to do was fuck those dirty looks you give me right off your face" He said pressing his lips against mine.

I breathed in from the kiss. I felt him line himself up with me. He pulled away. "You wanna see stars?" He asked looking down at me. I nodded. "I'll make you see stars" He smiled before pushing all the way into me.

I jumped up from my bed, covering in sweat. My heart beating out of my chest. It was dark. I was alone. No Matt. Just me. I swallowed, pressing my hands to my face before turning and looking at the clock on my night stand.

3:55am

I sighed breathing out. Trying to contain myself. There was no way that I just had a dirty dream about Matt of all people. I swallowed laying back down in my bed, trying to wipe it from the memory.

It was just a dream. It was just a dream.

But it felt so real. I squeezed my eyes shut. No. No. No. I can't control my dreams. This was no my fault. My eyes went wide knowing I had to face Matt tomorrow. Fuck.

-

"Are you okay?" Nick as looking over to me. I glanced over at him. "What?" I said suddenly. He just furrowed his eyebrows at me. "No yeah I'm fine completely and totally fine. Never been better actually" I smiled brightly at him. He just laughed and shook his head.

I turned away worry all over my face.

"Hey"

I jumped out of my skin and turned around seeing Madi looking at me. I let out a breath and pressed my hand to my chest. "Are you okay?" She laughed looking at me. I nodded. "Yeah" I sighed looking at her. She shook her head before stepping up to me.

"So have you thought about him?" She asked smiling. My eyes went wide. "What?" My voice broke. She rolled her eyes. "Evan" She mumbled raising her eyebrows. I let out a breath, before shaking my head.

"Right Evan. Yeah-" I said furrowing my eyebrows. "Evan Reel?" Nick questioned looking at me. I looked from him to Madi. "He's gonna take her virginity" Madi stated making my eyes go wide.

"What?" Nick asked looking at me. I shook my head. "No-"

"Who's taking who's virginity?"

I jumped seeing Matt walking up to us, looking at me. My heart beat out of my chest. I looked at the ground. "No one is taking anyone's virginity" I said glaring at Madi. She frowned.

"No on Evan?" She asked looking at me. "Even Reel?" Matt asked raising his eyebrows at me. I looked away from him. "No it was hypotheitcal" I swallowed. He smiled shaking his head.

"Heard his dick was small, good luck getting off to that" He chuckled. I glared at him. "Who's dick is small?" Chris asked walking up to us and glancing at me. I let out a breath.

"No one. No one's dick is small and no one is taking anyone's virginity! God is this all you guys talk about?" I yelled as their faces went wide. I let out a breath before turning and pushing past them and walking down the hallway, attempting to shaking the thoughts from my head.

-

I tried to focus on what the teacher was saying. I really tried. But all that was circulating in my mind was that dream. So much so that I found myself staring at Matt. His eyes fixated on the teacher in front of us. His jaw clenched as he stared in front of him, slightly chewing on the bottom of his pencil.

I swallowed as he leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs slightly. I let out a breath looking down at my desk. I can't. I cannot look at him differently now. He was an asshole to me. Yeah he's not horrible to look at, but jeez y/n it was a dream. Control yourself.

"Y/n?"

I looked up from my name being called seeing the teacher staring at me. I swallowed glancing over at Matt, who's eyes were now on me. I looked back at the teacher.

"Number 3? Did you get the answer?" She asked crossing her arms over her chest. I let out a breath looking down at the sheet in front of me. "Uh yeah I-" I mumbled glancing over the problems.

"5/10 with the square root of 67" I said looking up at her. She nodded before turning towards the board. I glanced over at Matt who shook his head rolling his eyes looking over his own paper.

I raised my hand and the teacher glanced at me. "Can I go to the bathroom?" I mumbled. She waved me off as I stood up an walked towards the door.

I had to get my head straight. I couldn't let this dream affect how I looked at Matt or effect the friend group. I was just complicating things for myself.

I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror staring at myself. "Get yourself together" I whispered staring at myself. After a few minutes of trying to redirect my own mind I turned and walked out of the bathroom shaking my head.

This was Matt we were talking about. Matt. Asshole. Yeah he might be good in bed, but that doesn't mean that I wanted to get him into bed. It was ridicioulous. What was I thinking?

I turned the corner before running into who else, Matt. My eyes went wide as he looked at me. "What?" He asked looking down at me. "What?" I asked looking back at him. He narrowed his eyes as me.

"Why are you acting so on edge today?" He asked looking down at me. I bit my lip looking off to the side. "I-I'm not" I stuttered looking away from him. He let out a breath.

"Well can you move then? I have to piss" He said. I looked up at him realizing I was blocking his path. "Right" I shook my head as I moved around him. He shook his head as he moved past me. I turned around looking at him.

"Matt" My mouth said without thinking. He stopped turning and looking at me. I just looked at him. He looked to the side and then back at me. "What?" He shook his head.

"Are you going out with Jessica?" I asked. I don't know why that was the first thing that came to mind, but at least if I knew he was locked down I would feel even more wrong for fantizing about him and I would force myself to stop.

He chuckled slightly. "No, we just hook up" He said looking at me. I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?" I asked shaking my head. He sighed stepping back towards me. "We just fuck y/n it's nothing serious" He said looking down at me. I shook my head looking off with a face of disgust.

"Ew Matt" I mumbled. He shrugged. "You asked" He stated. I guess I did ask, I just hated the answer. "How can you just hook up with someone like that? Like without even caring?" I asked shaking my head. He glared at me.

"You wouldn't get it, virgin" He stated crossing his arms over his chest. I clenched my jaw. "Scream it from the rooftops why don't you?" I said shaking my head and turning and started to walk away. There is was. I hated him again. Why was he such an ass?

"Y/n" he stated. I stopped turning back to him. "Are you really going to let Evan take your virginity?" He asked looking at me with an expression I couldn't read. I just looked at him, before letting out a breath.

"I don't know" I shook my head. He bit his lip and looked down. "He's kind of an ass, you deserve better than that for your first time" He said looking at me. I just stared at him attempting to sink in his words before he turned and walked down the hallway.

I looked down at my shoes, letting out a breath closing my eyes.

fuck.

-

"No" I shook my head as I looked in the mirror. Madi came up behind me. "Yes!" She cheered. I shook my head stepping back. "I look stupid" I shaking my head. She pushed me back in front of the mirror. "You look hot" She said looking at me through the mirror. I cringed as I looked at the black eyeliner and my hair pulled back and the amount of skin exposed.

I was wearing a tight black skirt with a tight black top. I cover my arms over me. I never wore tight on tight. "Don't you think it's a little much?" I asked looking over at her. She glanced over at me. "It's what I normally wear to parties. Do you think I dress too much?" She asked glancing over her own clothes that were similar to mine.

"No, but-" I started to say but she held her hands up. "But nothing! You look hot as shit!" She smiled. I sighed as I smoothed out my skirt. We heard the door open and Matt Chris and Nick walked in.

"You guys ready?" Nick asked looking at us. "No" I shook my head. Madi grabbed my arm. "Yes, we're ready" She glared at me. I looked down at my shoes, I did not feel comfortable in this.

"Matt" She said pointing at him. "Please tell her that she looks good" Madi said pointing to me. I looked up at Matt waiting for the blow to my already fading confidence. I bit my lip as I looked at him as I waited for him to respond, but all he did was look at me.

His eyes scaling my body and blinking not saying a word. Madi groaned. "Chris?" She said. Chris looked over at me and nodded. "You look great y/n. Evan's going to be there, I've put in a good word" He smiled walking over to me and wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

I don't know why, but that just made me feel worse. I swallowed looking up at him. "What'd you say?" I asked looking at him. He shrugged. "Don't worry about it" He smiled. I shook my head and looked away as I reached down and pulled my skirt down.

"Stop doing that. Are you going to be doing that all night?" She asked pushing my hand away. I widened my eyes as I looked down at the skirt. "Madi it's ridiciouls! Look at it!" I said spinning around before looking down at the skirt riding up on my thighs. She shook her head.

I looked up at Matt who still stood there looking at me. He cleared his throat. "I'm gonna wait in the car" He mumbled looking down before walking out of the door. I just watched as he walked out.

"Can I please just change into some leggings or something?" I sighed. Madi shook her head. "There's no time we're already late and Evan's waitingggg" She smiled grabbing my arm and pulled my arm as we walked to the car.

-

"Have you planned your attack?" Nick smiled looking over at me. I felt my face go red. "No Nick" I glared at him. He shrugged. "You haven't thought about it?" He asked looking at me. I shook my head.

"I'm trying not to think about it. I've barely spoken to the guy and I'm suppose to have sex with him?" I asked looking over at Madi. She rolled her eyes. "You wanted this" She argued. I shook my head.

"I thought I wanted it" I mumbled. "You're pussying out" Chris said turning from the driver seat. I glared at him. "I'm not i'm just--" I said looking over at Matt who was focusing on driving.

"I don't know" I mumbled looking down at my lap. "I don't even know if he likes me" I sighed leaning back. "I'd wanna fuck in that fit, and i'm actually gay" Nick laughed. I pushed his shoulder and shook my head.

"You can't fuck without a condom, do you have one?" Chris asked looking back at me. "Guys I don't even know if i'm gonna go through with it" I glared at them. "Matt, do you have a condom?" Chris asked hitting his shoulder. Matt glanced over at him.

"No" He stated blankly. Chris sighed. "I know you do Matt come on" He said. I looked over at him. "I don't have one" He said through gritted teeth before looking back to the road.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to y/n" Nick said pushing my shoulder. I looked down at my lap. "Yeah don't feel pressured." Madi said next to me. I just closed my eyes and leaned back.

"Maybe I'll change my mind after a few drinks"

-

"How many of those have you had?" Matt asked peering down at the drink in my hand. I looked down at my cup and shrugged. "This is only my second I think" I stated looking back up at him. He just looked down at me.

"What?" I asked shaking my head. He shrugged. "I just don't think you should have sex for the first time while you're drunk" He stated leaning against the counter. I shook my head.

"Matt why do you care?" I scoffed. He narrowed his eyes down at me. "I don't" He stated blankly. I crossed my arms over my chest and raised my eyebrows. He sighed. "I'm your friend. I'm just giving you some advice. I did it for the first time when I was drunk and I don't even remember it and I regret it" He said staring down at me.

I sighed suddenly feeling bad for him slightly, but not enough. "What was that 20 bodies ago?" I asked tilted my head. He glared down at me. "Fine, get wasted see if I care" He mumbled. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine I will" I glared at him taking another sip from my drink. "Don't let Madi get into your head about it. It should be because you want to do it not because someone else wants you to" He said pushing off the counter.

"I'm not, I want to" I slightly lied. I didn't even know if I really wanted to. "You want to? With Evan of all people?" He asked raising his eyebrows at me. I clenched my jaw and looked up at him. "It would be nice to get shit from you about being so innocent virgin every other day" I said harshly. His face slightly softened.

"You're doing this because of me?" He asked softly. I just looked up at him. I opened my mouth to say something but I heard someone walk up to us.

"Y/n right?"

I turned seeing Evan smiling down at me. I looked over at Matt who just looked at him. "Uh I-uh Yeah" I smiled finally up at him. Evan looked over at him. "Matt" He nodded smiling. Matt just glared at him walking off without responding. Evan furrowed his eyebrows before turning back to me.

"Ignore him, He's just like that" I said shaking my head. He nodded looking down at me. "Yeah" He laughed.

A long conversation and about 3 drinks later, I was more than tispy. I wasn't wasted. I was almost like a happy drunk. I was feeling less anxious about the whole thing.

I smiled and turned my head seeing Matt Chris and Madi on the other side of the room slightly glancing at me. Madi waved and smiled and I shook my head. I looked over at Matt who had a blank stare. I looked back at him with furrowed eyebrows and he wasn't breaking eye contact.

"Can I get you another drink?" Evan asked looking down at me. I looked up at him breaking my staring contest with Matt. "Yeah, that'd be great" I smiled sheepishly up at him. He smiled grabbing my cup and turning into the kitchen.

I let out a breath before walking over to my friends. "Hey" I smiled leaning against Chris. Chris smiled down at me as Matt glared at me leaning against the wall. "Hey" Chris chuckled.

I smiled over at Madi. "Are you okay? How's it going over there?" She asked. "Amazing Evan is so sweet" I smiled. I heard Matt scoff from across from me. I looked up at him. "Yeah? Why do you think he's being sweet?" He asked looking at me.

"Matt leave her alone" Madi glared at him. He just rolled his eyes. I shook my head. "It's fine Madi. I'm doing okay" I chuckled. "Oh God" Chris said looking off across the room. I turned to where he was looking.

"Is that Nick?" Madi asked. "Talk to his ex" Chris said as he shook his head and walked off towards Nick. "This isn't good" Madi shook her head as she walked off with him. I let out a breath before smiling and shaking my head.

"Why are you so happy?" Matt asked pushing off the wall. I smiled and walked over leaning against the wall to get my feet a slight break. I smiled. "It's called vodka, you should try it" I giggled. He just stared down at me.

"I'm driving" He stated. I rolled my eyes. "You're such a little buzz kill, you know that?" I asked pushing my finger against his chest. He looked down at my hand and then back up at me. I pulled my finger off him and smiled.

"You're drunk" He stated. "And I have a cute boy who thinks i'm pretty waiting for me" I smiled tilting my head. He looked off the side. "It's not a good idea" He shook his head. I scoffed. "Isn't Jessica around here somewhere?" I asked glancing around the room.

"I told you we aren't together" He said back harshly. I rolled my eyes. "Ah" I said pushing off the wall. "I forget you know? From your girlfriends, to your friends with benefits, to your hookups. It gets all mixed around in my head" I said swirling my fingers around my head.

"You seem pretty fixated on my dating life. Why are you so interested?" He asked raising his eyebrows. I just looked at him. "I'm not" I stated blankly. He hummed licking his lips.

"I could do this all night long y/n, but I can feel you pulsing. I need you just as much you need me" He said as he pushing down my underwear. My chest rose and fell as he pushed his fingers into me.

I swallowed as I stared at him. He just looked back at me. If only he knew was was crossing my mind right now.

"Here you go"

I looked up seeing Evan handing me another drink. I took it. "Thanks" I said looking at him. He nodded. "She doesn't need another one" Matt stated looking up at him. I glared over at Matt.

"What?" Evan asked looking over at him. "Nothing, don't listen to him" I said shaking my head as Matt as I grabbed Evan's arm and walked away.

Evan smiled down at me.

"Do you wanna go upstairs?"

I blinked up at him. I glanced back at Matt but he was gone. I glanced around the room but I didn't see him anywhere. I swallowed. "Y/n?" He asked looking down at me. I glanced up at him.

"Uh, yeah sure" I nodded. He smiled grabbing my hand as he walked towards the steps. I tried to shake the nerves. It's just a guy, it's just sex. It's not a big deal everyone does it.

We made it up the steps as he pushed a door open leading into a bed room. We walked in and he closed the door behind us. I let out a nervous breath before smiling up at him.

He smiled walking up to me before grabbing my waist and pulling me towards him pressing his lips to mine sloppily. Wow that was fast. I kissed him back closing my eyes as he pushed me back against the bed and climbed over me.

Don't think about it. Just don't think about it.

He gripped my hips hard making me pull apart. "That hurts" I said looking at him. He smiled. "You're cute, you know that?" He said before pressing his lips to mine again. I kissed him back putting my hands in his hair, trying to enjoy this kill.

He pushed my shirt up. I stopped his hands slightly. He pulled apart. "Can I not take your shirt off?" He asked looking at me. I blinked at him. "Can I keep it on?" I whispered looking at him. He sighed before nodding and pushing my legs apart moving his body in between them.

My heart started to beat out of chest. I was so scared. Why was this so terrifying? He pulled my leg up gripping my leg as he kissed down my leg. I just stared up at the ceiling.

I was drunk. I shouldn't do this drunk right? No. I'm not letting Matt win. I'm going through with this. Evan's cute. It's fine.

"You're so innocent. It kind of turns me on" He smiled against my skin.

"It turns me on that you're so innocent" He whispered, making my face go red. I opened my mouth to speak but stopped when he pressed against me again. "Fuck, Matt" I mumbled arching my back.

I shook off the dream. I'm not thinking about that right now. It almost felt like Matt was kissing my neck. Almost. It wasn't. It was some other dude. It was not Matt. I let out a breath.

I didn't even really know this guy.

He pushed up my skirt slightly. I closed my eyes. Oh god this was really happening and I was panicking.

"Evan" I mumbled. He bit down on my neck. "Hm?" He hummed. I bit my lip. "I've never done this before" I breathed. "I know" He said lifting his head. He nodded. "I kind of assumed" He stated. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What?" I asked. He rolled his eyes. "Come on. I'll go easy just relax" He said, but that did not make me feel any better. He pressed his lips to mine but I couldn't even find the energy to kiss him back.

He sighed pulling away. "Are you not even gonna kiss me?" He asked. I blinked at him. "I'm drunk" I stated suddenly. He chuckled hanging his head.

"I know. I am too" He said sliding his hand under my skirt. I slightly pulled back. "Come on you can't talk to me all night and show up wearing that just to tease me" He said and pressed his lips against mine, my eyes wide open as I felt his hand move over the lace of my underwear.

Oh god, Matt was right.

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Ticci Toby headcanons

Pre-Slender

♤ He's clingy. If he likes someone or is even remotely comfortable, he would follow them around just to feel comfortable.

♡ He's... playful, he isn't the brightest, but he would try and play some pranks if he can, usually learn about you and see what can get you upset & use that on you.

◇ Mf got that crow brain. He would see anything shiny and take it. He's got a growing collection and even looks for things to give to his favorite people. Lyra originally gave him a box to store the items in, but it started growing a bit 'out of control', and so he has shelves and other boxes with random nick-nacks.

♧ His little cow? Lyra, 100%. When he was younger he had a lot to deal with and Lyra wasn't always able to be with him so she saved up some birthday money and bought him a cow plush, due to it being from his sister, he's kept it and carried it literally everywhere with him. Multiple rips and tears, but his mom always fixed it up for him. He loved it and would take to around as he grew older, though he didn't have it out in public like he did when he was younger.

♤ His hoodie is one of a kind and handmade. His mom was the one to have made it. Originally, he wanted a hoodie that was like any other, but he couldn't puck between a couple of them; his mom, in the end, decided to create a simple looking hoodie for him.

Post-Slender

♤ He doesn't remember much. Yeah, he might get occasional flashbacks, but they leave him confused. He wants to figure out what they mean but at the same time he's a bit scared of doing so.

♡ His hoodie? he loves it, covered in patches of different colors, or at least he tries to color match.

◇ He still has his cow, but he doesn't carry it around as much. He keeps it in a safe place; having a connection to it but not knowing its origins anymore. He baby's it occasionally when he does take it out of his little storage area. That thing has gone through way too much, put it out of its misery already.

♧ Lyra's spirit haunts him, but it's not supposed to be much of a tormentor; though he sees it that way, Lyra is trying to guide him in life. I believe the operator's doing some shit to his mind that's causing him to see Lyra's spirit as vengeful, or it's simply creating an image of Lyra and whispering into Toby's mind about he's at fault for everything.

♤ He's still got that crow brain, still finding things to give to people (Natalie) , a pretty rock, maybe a button, anything he finds, he takes it and saves them.

♡ He's strangely affectionate, he isn't the type to be overbearing, but he likes to hug Natalie whenever he can, usually she accepts them, but there are times where she isn't in a good mood and it upsets him a little— he gets over it quickly though.

◇ He's terrified of cars and probably motorcycles, too (blame Nat for that one). Occasionally, though, he is forced into either one due to Natalie for faster transportation. He hates it and curses her out through the whole ride, but he does see how convenient it is.

♧ In Spanish, there's a term for kids who don't know anything, the "no sabo" kid. He is that type of kid, but with German. He knows very little, and even then, he can't form proper sentences. He's trying to learn when he isn't busy murdering people or starting fires. Usually asking Natalie to help him out— even though she doesn't speak German— he just wants someone to practice it with.

♤ He HATES being seen as vulnerable or lesser than. He doesn't really know why to the full extent, but he does know that it just sucks. He wants people to know that he can do as much as anyone else can, heck, maybe more and better.

♡ I wanna say he had an ego, but it's more playful. He jokes about having a huge ego, but he could care less if 'someone offends him' (aside from the previous hc).

I feel like some of these collide with some headcanons a friend might have? idk, I honestly forgot his entire essay 💀

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i love plug!eren sm that’s literally my husband and as much as i love writing about how good he fucks let’s talk about how good he is at aftercare!!!!

“s-shit m’gonna cum, take it take all that shit,” eren grunted into your neck, pressing sloppy kisses to your slightly sweaty skin. you were squeezing onto his hand for dear life as he brought you to another earth shattering orgasm, his warm cum filling you up while you shook in his arms. you’d think after five rounds of sex he’d be too tired to even lift his head from your neck but here he was already standing up to retrieve a warm washcloth, but not before giving your puffy lips three quick kisses.

you sighed dreamily as if you were in a daze, you grabbed the post sex blunt he rolled earlier and lit it. “i know you didn’t spark that shit without me,” eren chuckled as he walked in the room with a rag in hand. “i’m sorryyy i couldn’t help myself,” you giggled throwing your arm over your face. eren was a little pouty at first but his frown was quickly replaced with a smile when you offered the blunt to him. “wanna take a bath when i’m done?” he asked settling between your parted legs. you shook your head mumbling something about being too tired.

the next couple of minutes were pretty quiet as eren cleaned you up, the only sound being heard was ‘pretty little birds’ playing lowly from eren’s speaker. “m’gonna hit the block tomorrow for a bit but i’ll still be able to take you to your nail appointment,” he spoke softly running washcloth over your thigh. you hummed at his words even though you weren’t completely listening all the way—i mean how could you focus when he looks so damn good post sex??? you took another hit of the blunt before speaking, “can you stay with me until i’m done? maybe we can get food afterwards?” eren nodded his head, “of course i will you know i always do.”

it was now time for your fav part of aftercare—the cuddling!!! your head was laid on his chest as he gently ran his tatted hand up and down your back. “i can already tell i’m gonna be sore tomorrow i don’t know how i’m gonna be able to walk properly,” you groaned nuzzling your face in his chest, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his body wash. eren kissed his teeth and you looked up at him with confusion in those cute little doe eyes of yours. “baby, you know i’d carry you to whole different state if you asked. if you don’t feel like walking to the car or even into the salon you know i’ll be ready,” he chuckled running his thumb across the apple of your cheek. “you’re the best ren,” you smiled leaning up to give him three kisses.

‘in this darkness’ by clara la san began to play on the speaker and surprisingly enough eren began to hum along to it. “you know this?” you asked making eren smile. “yeah…i remember you played it one time in the car and i kept listening to it after that. kinda reminds me of you,” he said the last part so quietly you almost couldn’t hear but luckily you did. “it reminds you of me? how so?” eren was quiet for a moment before speaking, “just the lyrics and shit, i mean i do get lonely when you aren’t here and before we met my world actually almost did shut down i hated it n’ i was miserable. then you came around and just lit everything up, i was finally happy to get out of bed in the morning all because i knew i’d see or hear from you. not to be corny or whatever but i guess you could say you’re the—i don’t know light of my life or whatever.”

eren glanced at you and immediately regretted everything he said when he saw tears in your eyes, “no no no y/n please don’t start crying i’m just saying shit—” you cut eren off with a long kiss quite literally taking his breath away. “that was so sweet eren you really have a way with words you know? that sounded like it really came from the heart,” your smile was as wide as could be as you gave him another kiss. eren was never the type to put all his emotions out in the open and you could never blame him after hearing what he’d been through, so to hear him express that you were the ‘light of his life’ it meant more than anything.

after about fifteen minutes eren peeked down at your now sleeping figure, little snores coming from your parted lips. he ever so gently set you next to him—not bc he didn’t want you on him he just wanted to admire your face and body one last time for the day before he went to bed. he traced his finger from your eyebrow to your nose that you recently had double pierced, down to your lips that he was itching to kiss. if eren had to pick any part of you he loved the most it would be your lips hands down. he loved the way they looked so pretty all glossed up and shiny, and he loved it even more when you left lipstick prints on him—hence why he’s got a tattoo of a (your) lipstick print on the side of his neck. he could still remember the look of terror on your face as you inspected it but you had grown to love it just like all his other tattoos.

he looked at your naked chest as it rose and fell ever so gently as you slept. he could never quite pinpoint why you had not been happy with how your body looked in the past but he never pried afraid he’d upset you with the question. so instead throughout the expanse of your relationship he made sure to kiss every scar, every stretch mark, every imperfect perfection you had to let you know he thought you were a walking goddess and quite literally everyone including him should be kneeling at your feet.

eren pulled you closer to him and gave you one last kiss on the crown of your head before dozing off, hoping that he would see you in his dreams.

#sorry if this is bad btw i wrote it in like 20 mins heh #but man oh man do i love me a good tooth rotting fluff #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren fluff #eren yeager fluff #eren jaeger fluff #aot smut #aot fluff #attack on titan smut