#Now it's time for me to fill my room with sticky notes reminding me to take things easy | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

moremaybank · 6 months

Text

SOMETHING STUPID — s.h

pairing steve harrington x fem!reader

summary steve's overwhelmed by the love he feels for you and blurts out a question he can't take back. he's sure you'll think he's crazy, but do you?

warnings language, but it's basically just a whole lotta fluff and steve being the cute cutie he is

author's note did i pull inspo from haley’s dad’s speech in oth?? hell yes. also, i'm really happy with how this turned out, not gonna lie. please read if you have the chance, it'll make my day ♡︎

steve masterlist

When Steve steps through the door after work with an exhausted sigh, he’s pleasantly surprised. He’s spent his entire life coming home to an empty house, always filled with a blaring silence that acted as a daunting reminder of how lonely he felt deep down inside. There was never anyone around to ask him how his day was. What was going on in his life, or if he was happy — and not the phoney kind.

He’s so used to weathering the storm on his own, day in and day out, that he’s completely forgotten someone will be there for him this time. The previously empty home is now occupied by you and your bright, loving energy. The quiet was replaced with your music bouncing off the walls. You’re active in the mostly untouched kitchen, baking to your heart’s content and constantly stuffing your Stevie’s face full of sweets.

Steve finally feels as if he truly has a home, and not just a place where he stores his belongings and rests his head at night.

He makes his way through the halls, finally reaching the entryway to the kitchen and leaning against the doorframe. The dimmed lights glow throughout the room, and the artfully scattered candles burn brightly in the darkened space. Further adding to the already homey atmosphere, the sweet aroma of fresh baked goods fills the air, thanks to the chocolate chip cookies you have baking in the oven. Even with all of this going on, though, Steve can only seem to focus on one thing.

You.

Your frilled socks glide against the kitchen floor as you jump and twirl around on the tiles. The sound of Say You Love Me by Fleetwood Mac quells the silence, your record player turned up the highest it can go (because, in your professional opinion, there was no other way to listen to music). You pull out your signature dance moves, screwing your eyes shut and kicking your legs in the air so many times that Steve fears you’re in an imaginary fight with someone — and losing. Terribly. He also takes notice of the spatula in your hand, acting as a stand-in microphone while you lip-sync along to the lyrics.

You’re a goofball, through and through. Still, though, Steve is utterly smitten.

“Sweet moves, baby,” he says, loud enough to be heard over the music.

Your eyes go wide as your body stills, completely mortified that Steve has caught you in your own little world. You turn the music down, swiping the stray hairs away from your slightly sticky forehead and clearing your throat.

“Steve! H-hey. I was just, uh…cleaning the floors. You know, makin’ them all nice and shiny for you,” you laugh uneasily. It’s complete crap and you both know it, but you’re desperate. Frankly, you’ll say anything if it means distracting Steve from this whole performing your own world tour in the middle of the kitchen thing.

Steve cocks a brow, tongue poking his cheek as he tries to hide the grin that threatens to come into view. “Hm,” he hums, “cleaning the floors, huh?”

“Yup.”

“…With your socks?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, still slightly breathless, “It’s a…great way to incorporate exercise into daily household chores.”

Steve tries to stop it, but he can’t help but let a laugh escape from his lips. He walks over to you, arms wide open and ready to encircle around you. “C’mere, you goof. Gimme some sugar.”

You break out into a grin, happily stepping into your boyfriend’s embrace and giving him a tight hug. You feel his hands smooth down your back before wrapping around your waist and holding you tighter to him. After a moment, you pull away, and your hands come up to his face so you can press your lips to his. He hums into the kiss contently, melting into the touch he’s been longing all day for.

“Missed you so much,” Steve pouts, his bottom lip jutting out adorably.

“I missed you too,” you reply, granting him another kiss. “How was your day?”

Before Steve can answer, Say You Love Me comes to a stop, and the soft sounds of Landslide begin to bleed into the silence. Choosing to let you enjoy your favourite song, Steve shrugs it off, “We can talk about that later, wanna dance with you.”

Steve extends his hand toward you, silently asking for you to join your hand in his. You smile, sliding your palm into his and letting him pull you to his chest. He keeps his other hand on the small of your back, and your free arm curls around his shoulder as the two of you begin to sway together in time with the music. Steve feels you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and relax further into his hold, and he lets the voice of Stevie Nicks wrap around you both like a warm blanket as he holds you.

The two of you sway back and forth, taking a peaceful moment to feel your hearts beat against one another. Steve never wants to let go. This is the closest and most intimate he’s ever felt with anyone, and that should scare him, he thinks. But it doesn’t, because being with you feels like heaven on earth. He can’t believe that he’s found someone who makes his heart soar the way you do. Who makes him smile so hard his cheeks hurt, and gives him a love so deep and true that it’s become a vital part of him. Just thinking of you makes his knees weak.

He’s completely enamoured by you.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, breaking him free from his thoughts as you pull away from his grasp slightly.

Steve looks down at you, remaining silent, and his gaze flashes over your features. The kind eyes he feels he’s always known. The tiny scar near your temple from where you’d gotten stitches as a child. The curve of your lips and how he swears he can feel them gliding over his own every single time he thinks about them. He then moved onto the oversized t-shirt your body is clad in — one you’d obviously stolen out of his closet, and the pair of boxers hanging from your hips (also swiped from his wardrobe). Your aforementioned frilly socks pulled your signature at-home look together, one that brought an incredible amount of comfort to Steve. It shows him that you consider his home to be your home too. That you’ve found a home in him, just as he has with you.

He can see himself doing this whole life thing with you forever, and he can’t explain it, but he suddenly feels compelled to speak up, and the words tumble from his lips before he can stop them.

“Do you wanna get married?”

Your head shoots up, and you peer up at him with a look of shock. “I’m sorry, w-what?”

Steve’s eyes threaten to bulge out of their sockets, and his heart rate skyrockets as the panic waves through him. “Oh god, I- I said that out loud,” he says, slowly letting go of you and running a hand through his long chestnut locks. “Wow. Uh— Okay.”

“Did— Did you just ask me to marry you?” You stammer, quiet as a mouse. You don’t move. Steve doesn’t think you can.

It’s obvious that you think he’s gone certifiably insane. His hands raise in defence, and he manages to start blurting out everything he can in an attempt to rectify the situation. “Listen, baby, we can totally act like that never happened—”

“Steve—”

“—In fact, it didn’t. I have no idea what you’re talking about, babe. No freakin’ idea—”

Finally, your hand cups over his mouth to stop him from rambling any further. His last few words sound muffled before they eventually come to a stop once he realizes what’s happening. His fingers curl around your wrist, moving your hand from his lips before giving you a small, sheepish smile. His cheeks flush profusely, “Sorry.”

Oh, the things Steve would do if it meant he could take back the last few minutes of his life and go back to before he opened his big mouth and ruined everything. It’s not that he doesn’t want to marry you. That’s definitely not the case. But the regret he’s currently feeling after watching your horrified reaction play out…it’s enough to make him want to jump into his pool and never come back up for air.

But then…when your eyes seem to light up and a small smile curves your lips upward, he thinks there just might be some hope left for him.

“You wanna marry me?” You questioned, your hands finding solace on his lower arms. “Why?”

His brows pull together in confusion? Why? He can see the doubt eating away at you by how small you’ve become in the past few seconds. Are you truly doubting how much you mean to him? How much you’ve spun his world on its axis and changed him forever?

“I— What?”

“Why would you want me to marry you?”

“Yeah, I got that, I just…are you serious?” You nod, giving him the slightest shrug. Your shyness is peaking through far too much for you to offer him any more of a reaction.

A soft and gentle laugh slips past his lips and his body relaxes. His warm palm smoothes up your arm and finds its resting place at the base of your jaw. His thumb swipes over your skin, and his warmth bleeds through your flesh. All the love he holds in his heart for you floats up to his eyes, and his chocolate orbs soften. He’s never felt so tender and full of affection as he does now.

“You have no idea how special you are to me, do you?”

He says it with such conviction that you know the words are true to his heart. Still, the way they hit you is all too much, and you can’t help but deflect them with a tiny joke. Your eyes fall away from his. “I mean, I figured you liked me a little.”

“Stop,” he chides, albeit gently. He guides your gaze back onto his. “I’m serious.”

It’s your turn to apologize as your cheeks heat up. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just, hear me out.”

“Okay,” you murmur.

His left hand mirrors the hold his right one has on your face. The ring you gifted him for your first anniversary is cold against your skin. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he takes a breath before speaking. “You— You’re staggering, honey. You’ve given my heart a home. You’ve had it since the moment I met you, and you’ve kept it safe. Cherished it and nurtured it. You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted. I— I look into your eyes and it's like I can see the rest of my life inside ‘em.”

Your heart melts, and you feel the tears start to pool in the brims of your eyes. “Steve,” you whisper.

“I have no idea what’s going to happen in the future. Not a freakin’ clue, especially with all the supernatural shit that goes on in this town. But I do know that you’re supposed to be in it. You are my future, baby. I might not know a lot, but I do know this. You are the girl I’m going to spend my life loving. And I’m gonna give you everything if you’ll let me.”

His heartfelt words are almost enough to make you forget about your doubts. You want them to. But you can’t seem to quiet the worries circling inside your head.

“Steve, I love you. You know I do. But, aren’t we too young? I don’t want to risk losing you. I don’t think I could take it if I did.”

His hands slide down your neck and land on your shoulders. His warmth spreads through you again, and already, you feel better. It’s almost as if all he has to do is exist to wash your fears away.

“I know. I know we’re young. But, so what if we are? To me, that just means I get to be with you even longer.” One hand abandons your shoulder, and he hooks his index finger under your chin. The pad of his thumb strokes over the tip of your chin. Eyes boring into your soul, he holds them captive. “You can drive at sixteen, drink at twenty-one, retire in your sixties. How old do you have to be to know that your love will last? ‘Cause I know my answer, down to the second.”

You can’t seem to hide the smile that forces its way onto your lips. The sincerity in his gaze, the vulnerability he’s shown you since day one, it’s all too much. You can’t imagine ever walking away from him, can’t imagine what your life would be like if he wasn’t in it. Mornings you shared where he’d pout as soon as you mentioned getting out of bed. Picnics on warm summer days. Hearing him sing along to the radio in the car. You want those memories and every single one that would come to you in the future — your future with him.

“Ask me again.”

“Yeah?” He smiled.

“Yeah,” you confirmed. But just as he’s about to do as you asked, half of the words leaving his mouth, you can’t contain the excitement. Your lips slam onto his as you pull him closer. You murmur a few yesses against his lips and feel them spread into a grin. Soon, his arms are wrapped around your waist and he’s lifting you up and into the air, spinning you around with joy. The kitchen is soon filled with giggles, and Steve is exclaiming your news loudly, even though you’re both alone.

“We’re getting married, sweetheart!”

STEVE TAG LIST (JOIN HERE): @oncasette @taintedxkisses @findapenny @bmo-bri @hemogloban @slytherhoes @shawnspoems @vigilanteshitposting @poppet05 @earth2starkey @aerangi @cantstoptherecs @sarah5462 @slut4drudy @cilliansangel @darleneslane @sya-skies @gillybear17 @lovelyxtom @rcbuttercup @redhead1180 @runningfrom2am @thejuleshypothesis @scarlettocean @subconsciouscollapse @violetmacher @iluvteyqmm @buckyisveryhot

892 notes · View notes

onlyswan · 1 year

Text

summary: in which sour and salt could be so sweet when jungkook’s existence reminds you that there is still good in the world.

> fluff, a pinch of angst, suggestive / wc: 3.1k

> warnings: mention of the doctor bc oc missed their period >:(, allusion to s/x, making out, jungkook doing pull ups must be a warning for the faint hearted like me

note: we’re going through the seasons?! partly inspired by #that live and jungkook for calvin klein <3 we’ve all seen those pictures right… right… i hope the onlyswan prophecy continues with this drabble i need to see jungkook do pull ups at the beach <3 + reblogs & feedback are always appreciated :D

—

jungkook is a sunkissed daydream and a shirtless adonis. his tender hands are on your bare thighs, keeping himself steady on the light brown sand while you sit still and look pretty on a log.

“baby, are you pregnant?”

when a man spits out this question, it usually sounds a little bit something like an anxious and insensitive ‘you’re not pregnant, are you?’ your starry-eyed boyfriend is asking you in a calm tone, joking for the most part, yet genuine wonder is painted on his face as if you’re just supposed to tell him what day of the week it is.

you stare at him with a blank expression, silent for a moment as the fierce waves crash on the shore, finding it difficult to take him seriously. “i don’t know. did you break a condom?”

he breaks eye-contact to space out, pursing his lips as he pretends to be immersed in deep thought.

“uhh, not to my knowledge.”

“then i’m not.” you shrug your shoulders with a cheeky grin, scrunching your nose. “will you steal some mangoes for me now, please?”

“is my baby craving for them that bad?” he coos at you softly, inching closer to press a kiss on your lips. “no but why do you always ask me to steal mangoes for you?”

“what do you mean ‘always’? this is only the second time.” you scoff, offended by the accusation, shoving him lightly but he quickly takes a hold of your arms to save himself from falling.

he chuckles lightheartedly, recounting the first time you visited his hometown and you took a walk around his neighborhood together. you looked at the mango tree with so much longing, and he had so much love for you, it was untameable.

nothing much has changed.

except for the color of the mangoes, perhaps. they were yellow back then, ripe and soft. you ripped off the fragile skin with your bare hands as you devoured the nectar-filled fruit, and the both of you came home to his parents’ house sticky and satiated like little kids who played under the sun from noon to afternoon. today, they’re green and plump, and truthfully, his mouth is watering for a taste.

“you know, since the tree is directly infront of our villa-” he tilts his head to the side, briefly looking at your temporary private residence. “it’s technically ours, so it’s not stealing.”

your eyes are glitter with mischief, and they communicate without words before you burst into a fit of revitalizing giggles, filling your empty tummy with a childlike joy.

—

for a while before jungkook, you’d forgotten people are kind. you chose to live for yourself, and yourself only, because you thought that if you lose sight of your plans for the future because of a impetuous slip within the thrill of temptation, you would also lose the essence of your being that you’re actively fighting so hard to get a good grasp of. you’re in a never-ending, excruciating process of picking apart your identity; detaching yourself from what you learned in the past to make room for growth; and swallowing bitter pills of hard-taught lessons. but when you’re in a relationship, every decision goes through a filter, a need for an answer to the question of how would this make my partner feel?

your friends still ask from time to time, what it is about jungkook that made you bend this principle and compromise your plans when those were the reasons you impulsively ended relationships in the past.

you’d forgotten people are kind.

jungkook is messy. he always leaves behind a fragment of his heart, and you shake your head and you pick up each one to stuff it in the shallow pocket of your understanding of love… until the weight of them destroyed said pocket, and all of a sudden, you have awoken. he opened your eyes to the underlying implication of that filter, how having something sacred to protect is also what makes life more worth living after all.

more than two hours ago, at seven in the morning, he held back your hair while you emptied your guts in the toilet bowl. a week ago, he held your hand in the doctor’s waiting room and didn’t let go until your name was called. that same night, you sulked about the doctor concluding that the reason you didn’t get your period last month was stress again and he teared up when you said i eat well, and i exercise regularly. but in the end it’s all useless because stress is messing up my body and i can’t control it. what do i do? the next day, he cheerfully asked you if you wanted to go see the ocean with him. right now, he’s hanging on a thick branch of a tree, enthusiastically doing pull ups while you peel the raw mangoes he picked out for you.

the familiar sounds of moans and grunts convince you to move the log you’re sitting on, abandoning the view of the majestic blue sky kissing the sparkling ocean in favor of facing your gorgeous boyfriend. he moves on to doing hanging knee tucks, pulling his knees to his chest and gradually increasing his speed and range of motion after gathering enough leverage.

“ah, this is tiring!” his yell ripples across the near-empty beach. he squeezes his eyes shut, laughing through the pain that hurts so good.

you set aside the paring knife on the plain white porcelain plate, dipping a piece of mango in the hill of salt before taking a bite (you played rock-paper-scissors to decide who would call the front desk for salt and you won after jungkook said he lost because his rock was made of paper). this, it’s just what you needed to cure the lethargy that’s been eating away at you. the combination of sour and salty explodes in your taste buds, remedying your awful loss of taste and appetite.

you shudder in sheer delight, smiling sweetly at the man brazenly showcasing his strength infront of you. “i like this a lot. i can feel my stress melting away… like ice cream under the sun.”

“i’m happy you’re enjoying yourself while i-” he cuts off his sentence, letting himself fall on the sand before jumping again to adjust his grip on the rough wood. once again, he hauls his legs upward repeatedly, reaching higher and higher each time. he releases loud huffs of air, grunting raspily with every exertion of force.

you stifle a scandalous gasp when his knees touch his wrists, covering your mouth as you grind the food with your teeth. okay, you know damn well he is flexible and a human-shaped vessel of physical strength, but you mostly witness their irrefutable testaments during intense moments of love and lust… the blissful memories can be kind of hazy.

he heaves a deep sigh, taking a rest as he hangs motionless on the branch. picture-perfect, center-frame for your adoring eyes to feast upon. his honey skin is glazed with a fine sheen of sweat, further accentuating the well-defined muscles of his torso. you only get a tease of his v-line. it hides beneath the exposed white band of his calvin klein underwear peeking above his black swimming shorts. his stomach rises and falls with each breath, and you can’t help but to marvel at his abs with appreciation. beautifully prominent, sculpted not too much. you love that when you touch them, you still feel the tenderness of his flesh, so rawly and so uniquely jungkook.

“you like what you see?” he grins when your eyes meet, winking at you flirtatiously.

“i do.” you sheepishly admit, scrunching your nose before putting another slice of mango on top of your tongue. “keep going. i want to see more.”

“more? you want more?! aish- so demanding.” he complains, thick satoori accent dripping from his voice but still, he gives you more.

you giggle in satisfaction, closely observing the flexing of his muscles and the veins along his arms popping out. one must think you’re used to his tattoos by now, but you’re definitely not. you just learn how to act unaffected, like you can’t write a book of poems about how his body art never seizes to bring you in absolute awe. his eyebrows knit as he pulls himself up, face crumpling with the amount of force and strength he utilizes with every manuever. it’s a seductive scene, but then the dimples on his cheeks make fondness bloom in your heart.

for the love of god, it’s not compromising your plans, but making jungkook a part of your plans. you no longer fantasize about a perfect life. you just want to keep waking up somewhere safe— to be here, standing on the tips of your toes, planting a delicate kiss on the mole at the lower right side of his ribcage. your lips have made one too many sharp mistakes, but they ghost over his skin and he laughs. laughs so joyfully, a majestic string of musical notes from his mouth no other instrument on earth can recreate. it’s a good mistake, the best mistake you could ever possibly make.

“here, drink.“ you offer him a bottle of cold water.

“i’m so tired. oh, fuck-” he does one final pull up before letting go, deliberately falling on the sand and bumping against your feet when he rolls over.

he sits up, warm body vibrating with giggles as he looks up at you.

“did you pack a first aid kit?“

you put a hand over your hip, raising an eyebrow. “what happened now?”

“my hands-” he stares at his palms, sand coating half of the area, before showing them to you. “they sting like hell! seriously!” his little lisp slips out as he rants.

”then why did you keep going?!” you exclaim, grabbing his tattooed wrist to assess the damage. there’s no blood in sight, but his skin has turned a very bright shade of red.

“because it was fun.” he simply answers, and you can’t argue with that.

of course you brought a first aid kit. it’s a necessity, especially when you’re on vacation with your gym bunny boyfriend, apparently. while you grab the ointment in the bedroom, jungkook decides to clean himself up under the outdoor shower situated in a corner beside the swimming pool.

“what’s wrong with this? why are they going at the same time?” he scratches his head in confusion, looking up at the spraying shower head and down at the gushing faucet. he fiddles with the handle in hopes of fixing his problematic water consumption, unintentionally pushing it up higher as he does so. this causes the water pressure to become stronger, sending thin needles to crash down and pierce his fragile skin.

“aw shit-” he reflexively runs away from the rude attack of the silver device. “yah, you punk! what did i to you, huh?! how dare you-”

he clicks his tongue in irritation, resting his hands on his hips. after glaring one more time, he extends his tattooed arm to push the handle all the way down, turning it off. he proceeds to experiment, tilting it to the left, which turns on the faucet only, and then to the right for the shower.

he laughs sarcastically at his discovery, going back under the water. “ahhh, was i the stupid one?”

—

“i missed you!” he declares loudly as soon as you step out of the sliding door.

“me too, babe.” you hum as you walk towards him, standing a considerable distance from the shower.

he wipes his face with his hands to unblur his vision before pushing back his wet hair, droplets of water endlessly rushing down his body.

“why are you so far?” he protests. “come here.”

“but i already took a shower.”

“so what? you’ll get wet again when we ride the jet ski later.”

you pout at him. “i told you i’m scared.”

“i’d be jack if i have to, i won’t let you drown! don’t you trust your boyfriend, hm?” he attempts to persuade you again after failing last night, knowing well that you’d enjoy yourself only if you overcome your fear of the deep waters. “it will be fun, i promise.”

“ugh, fine. only because you promised.” you weakly succumb to his wishes, setting down the small jar of ointment on the ground.

he happily pulls you in for an embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck while your arms wrap around his waist. the only barrier between your chests is the thin and small fabric of your red bikini, thoroughly soaked by the cold water combatting the rising heat of the approaching noon. you can feel the rough grains of sand that were washed away from his skin under the soles of your feet, contrasting the feather-light kisses being scattered on your neck. and this feels so utterly liberating, you refuse for it to end, allowing yourself to be hastily pinned against the wall when his supple lips meet yours.

he cups the back of your head and his long and slender fingers dig into your hair, protecting you from accidentally hitting the hard cement. the small thoughtful gesture makes you smile into the kiss. he is not real, he can’t be. if this is a dream, you’re begging the sun to never rise. his gentle hands slowly travel down the expanse of your back, until they reach your hips, teasingly tugging past the side straps of your bikini bottoms before kneading the soft flesh of your ass. he swallows the strangled whine that escapes you, slipping his tongue past your parted lips. he’s addicted to how your body language speaks to him when you get intimate, how you lovingly caress his face and his arms, slow and sensual, but then unconsciously dig your nails to mark crescent moons on his skin when you begin getting lost in your combined passion.

he wants this. he wants you. he wants to spend the rest of his life kissing you and wringing the water from your hair.

—

you’ve deserted the log to comfortably sit cross-legged with jungkook on the lounge chair, under the shade of the brown umbrella rooted in the soil.

“mhmmm! it’s so delicious!” jungkook carefully dips the slice of mango in the salt once more, wary of the ointment from his hand smearing on the food, before muching on it eagerly. “so crunchy!”

you pause from tending to his left hand, looking at the plate between the two of you to learn that he is nearly finished with the second mango. you only have one left.

“damn!” he dramatically curses with his eyes squeezed shut, punching the salt air. without context, a stranger would probably guess that he tragically lost a bet or remembered an embarrassing memory from highschool. but really, he’s just enjoying some pretty good food. this is the fourth time in the past five minutes that he precisely did the same thing, and yes, you’ve been counting.

“is it that yummy?” you chuckle, extremely endeared and contented when he looks this excited around food. he is the only person in the world who can make you say i’m full just by watching you eat and mean it.

“it was your idea!” he bobs his head while energetically rocking from side to side, cheeks round and full as he chews. “i haven’t eaten something new in a long time. i love it… i should give the resort five stars for my review. just for this. i’ll say i’ll come back again for the mango tree.”

“or i don’t know, we can just plant one ourselves.” you propose before lightly blowing on his inflamed palm.

“but, baby, that would take years!” he interjects. “we need to buy another house, one with a backyard, and wait at least five years for it to grow. i’ll be thirty-two by then. are you hearing that?!”

the disgusted look on his face elicits a burst of amused laughter from you, stomach hurting with a reason miles better than earlier’s. he winces at the thought of entering his 30’s in the very near future. it feels odd to think about, but it’s a little less daunting with the tree added to the picture.

he picks up the final slice on the plate, smothering it with a thin layer of salt before devouring it entirely. he whimpers, high-pitched and wide-eyed, clasping his hand over his mouth before the other one you’re holding slips away from the solace of your care. he free falls from the chair, limply collapsing on the sand. and just like that, he’s covered in them again, from his damp hair down to his wiggly toes.

you move closer to look at him, dangling your legs on the edge. “darling, you’re still alive, aren’t you?”

he spreads out his limbs like a starfish, dreamily peering into the vast cloudy sky. “oh? i think this is exactly what it means to be alive.”

beyond his words, it’s the way he said them. without shyness, without qualms, without pondering. it makes him sound purely sincere, his mellifluous voice gracefully echoing louder than the nihilistic thoughts in your head, and you believe him.

he abruptly sits up, crawling on his knees to reach you. “baby! it’s too good! i want more!” he cries out, feigning desperate sobs as he hugs your legs. “i want more. let’s eat the third one, please.”

“fuck, okay. calm down. we’ll have it.” you cackle, stroking his hair while he rests his head on your lap.

you drag the plate to your side, slicing the last mango with practiced precision and skill. he, then, closes his eyes and bathes in your presence, his warm breath fanning you. it’s peacefully silent for a while, only the sounds of the knife dragging across the fruit and the waves chasing each other to the edge of the sea can be heard. that is until your boyfriend grows bored. he puckers his lips to brush against your soft skin, insatiable, climbing higher and higher until he’s peppering your inner thigh with kisses.

tingling sensations inevitably spark in your lower region, and you click your tongue to rebuke him. “jungkook, behave. i might cut myself if you keep that up.”

his lips curve into a naughty smirk, shifting a bit further down. “sorry.”

“do you want to get sunburnt? get back up here, on the chair.” you bounce your legs to shake him off, but your efforts prove to be fruitless.

he groans, stubbornly holding on to you tighter. “no, i don’t want to.”

—

taglist in the reblogs! send an ask / dm if you want to be added (or removed) :D

—

#jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook drabble #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #jungkook one shot #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook au #bts fluff #bts reaction #jungkook angst #jungkook smut

2K notes · View notes

strawberryscribblesandwrites · 10 months

Text

Vampires vs Bath time

Marko x reader x Paul

Summary: your two blond vampire boyfriends visit you and things get a little steamy ;)

Author's note: I might do full smut part two we shall see

A cool breeze ruffled my hair, the smell of the sea being carried by it. That was one of the few perks of living right near the boardwalk, the fresh smell of the salty ocean.

Another perk was that I was close to my boys.

Ah, my boys. How could I begin to describe my undead delinquents? Well you have David, the ring leader, charming sinister energy to him at first but once you get to know him he had a soft spot for his lost boys. Dwayne is the silent brooding type, he loves reading and riding his bike with the others. Marko and Paul, the messy mischief makers filled with a childish hyperactiveness to them.

When I first met my boys they were well they were kind of a mess, only washing in the ocean, living then with frizzy matted hair- they would occasionally use the public showers near the boardwalks, but after meeting them I was adamant that they should keep good hygiene, especially if we were to all be in a relationship. David and Dwayne followed my rule and would pop in to have a proper hot shower or bath.

Now, Paul and Marko.... would try their best to remember but they would often get caught up in their shenanigans.

My radio was playing a loud rock song that reminded me of a thrilling night in the cave. I danced around my room without a care until the sound of a shrill wolf whistle and catcalling made me jump out of my skin. Spinning around to face my open window, I saw none other than the pair of blonde vamps. Their faces and clothes smeared with thick blood.

"What the hell" I whisper shouted at them.

"Aww baby don't be like that, it was a good show" Paul said with a smirk while Marko was giggling like a mad man. "Hurry in before anyone sees you" I said, shaking my head trying to suppress a smile at their antics.

"Do not touch anything" I said sternly as they came through my window. I walked to my set of draws and got the pair some comfy clothes to chuck on while I put their blood-drenched clothes in the wash. "Let me guess you were playing with your food and got too messy?" I asked them over my shoulder. "You could say that” David said “We were starting to stink up the place" Marko mumbled, like a child being told off. "I think we could have gone a few more days before we needed a good wash" Paul said in a joking manner.

"Gross" I stated.

Putting the boy's respective comfy clothes on my bed, I turned to the pair to inspect which of them needed a more thorough approach. Looking at Paul, he didn't seem too bad. His hair was stiff, as were his clothes- covered in deep, sticky blood. But other than that he didn't seem too bad. Marko, on the other hand, had his shirt half ripped and his soaked jacket looked particularly crusty. His chaps had seen better days, not to even mention how his hair was stuck together, all matted with blood clots.

"Paul you're up first, Marko baby you need extra care. I swear if you boys continue this I'll start treating you like actual dogs and just put you in the paddling pool and hose you down" I threatened

"Woof" Marko said smirking causing Paul to explode with laughter

"Sugar, we aren't that bad" he said breathlessly between laughs. I just hummed in response, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the bathroom. "Baby, you just stay there. You can read some comics on my desk, I don't mind you getting a mess on my desk chair" I told him over my shoulder.

Turning on the taps of my bath, I added some soap and set some shampoo, conditioner and body wash on the side of the tub.

"Strip" I said pointing to the bath.

"Oooh, no need to be so snappy. If you wanted me naked you should just ask nicely" he said in a seductive tone.

"Not tonight casanova" I told him, causing him to pout.

I walked out of the bathroom giving him his privacy to get in the tub. Waiting, till I heard him shout through the door he was ready. I opened the door to collect his clothes.

"Hey baby, do you think you can wash my hair?" he asked softly. "Of course I can sweetie" I smiled.

Popping my head back into my room after I had put Paul's clothes into the washing machine, I was met with the sight of Marko, with his feet kicked up on my desk engrossed in one of my many comics. I made my way back to the bathroom, knocking on the door and waiting for a response before making my way in.

Paul lay in the bath, his wet hair pooling around his broad shoulders, his face and chest absent of the blood that was there earlier that night. "Hey Paulie" I said softly as I kneeled by the bath. He gave me a sweet smile as he sat up giving me better access to his head.

I truly loved nights like these with my boys. Sure they were killers, but they were also the boys that always treated me with love and care.

Kissing Paul's shoulder, I leaned for the shampoo, squirting some on my hand and massaging it into his scalp, causing Paul to let out a soft groan, my nails raking across his head."Have I told you how much I love you?" Paul breathlessly groaned as I started pouring water gently over his hair. “I'm always happy to hear it baby” I said, kissing his shoulder again.

I continued rinsing his hair until it was free of soap, repeating the process with the conditioner. “I could get used to this” Paul sighed, as the water sloshed round the tub as he started to stand up. “Well, I'm glad to hear that because I would prefer it if my boyfriend didn't smell like a corpse when I see him” I chuckled, wrapping a towel around his waist before he stepped out of the bath. “Aww, don't you find the smell of rotting sexy babe” he teased, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into his bare chest. “Hmmm. Nope. I don’t think it is” I joked into his chest.

“Come on pretty boy, Marko needs a bath and a good scrub” I said, kissing his chest, causing a deep rumble to spread through him.

“Your clothes are on the bed and the hair dryer is in my desk drawer” I said, opening the door of the bathroom for him.

I leaned down putting my hand in the now lukewarm water to pull out the plug and let it drain .

Leaning my shoulder against the doorframe of my room, I watched as Paul moved over to my desk where Marko was sat. Paul leaned over him to get to the draw, allowing Marko to quickly lean up and kiss his jaw. “You smell nice” he told him. “Thanks bud” he said with a soft smile, retrieving the hair dryer.

Moving back to the bathroom as the last of the bath water emptied out, I replugged it, filling it with hot water and more soap, waiting until the bath was full until I called on Marko.

After a few minutes, he hadn't come. I decided to see why he was taking so long, walking over to my desk and leaning down over his shoulder. “Marko baby, why aren't you coming to the bathroom?” I asked softly.

“Babe, this comic is bitchin’. Look!” he said, excitedly showing me the panels of two characters fighting. Chuckling, I kissed his temple. “That's pretty cool, but ya gotta get a wash baby”. He groaned as he put the comic down.

We both moved to the bathroom where the bath was almost full of hot water and soap. “Pass me your jacket” I told the blond vampire. He shrugged off his jacket with a sigh. Giving a quick thank you, I moved his jacket to the kitchen where I could hand wash it.

I knocked on the door of the bathroom and waited for the okay from Marko to come in.

“Hey” he said, as I entered the steamy bathroom. “Hi” I smiled.

Marko was sat up straight in the water. Unlike Paul, he hadn’t bothered to rid his face and chest of congealed and dried blood .

Kneeling by the bathtub, I soaked the washcloth in the water, bringing it up to Marko’s face and gently scrubbed his chin. “You're both such messy eaters, you know that?” I asked with a chuckle. “We can’t help it babe, we just get a lil excited is all” he stated with a smile. I chuckled slightly at his response.

Gently, I grabbed his chin and tilted his head back so that I could wipe the blood from his neck. Occasionally, I would re-wet the cloth until his neck was clear of blood. I placed a set of soft kisses on his neck, up to his jawline. Pulling away from Marko, I dipped the cloth back in the water.

“Why are you so gentle with us?” he questioned.

“What do you mean?” I asked, while tilting my head and smiling softly.

“Well, I mean, you’re so soft with us. You make sure we are clean, and I mean- well look at you. You’re cleaning a bloodthirsty creature of the night” he stated. “I mean, you wash Pauls hair, you give David massages when he gets worked up, you sit and read with Dwayne, and don’t even get me started on how soft you are with Laddie. You buy him allsorts. You treat us so well and I don’t understand why” he said bewildered

��Hmm. Well, the answer is simple” I said as I brought my soapy hand up to his cheek. “It’s because I love you all, so very dearly” I smiled sweetly.

Marko broke out into a wide smile. “Awww, babe. You love us? Ewww” He joked as he pulled me into a kiss.

Pulling away, I gave him a soft look.“Alright lover boy, I should really wash your hair now. It’s all matted” I said. Sternly grabbing the bottle of shampoo, I started to lather his hair. “It smells like you” he mumbled to himself as I continued the process of lathering and rinsing until there were no more suds in his hair.

Grabbing the conditioner, I gently raked it through his hair before grabbing a comb to get the knots out of his curly hair, being careful not to pull and hurt him. Once I was done running the conditioner through his hair, I rinsed it all out.

“Alright, I'm gonna give your jacket a wash. I’m sure you can handle the rest from here” I said. Standing from the bathroom floor, I moved to the door.

Before I stepped down the stairs I went to check on Paul, he was on my bed, towel still low on his hips as he read one of the comics Marko had earlier. He’d turned the rock music on my radio higher, seeming comfortable

I carefully made my way down the stairs with the rest of Markos clothes in my arms. I walked into the kitchen, putting his jeans and shirt in the washing machine and setting it away along with Paul's clothes. The sloshing sound of the washer filling with water engulfed the silent kitchen. Grabbing Marko’s jacket, I filled the sink with cold water and detergent then began gently scrubbing at the blood stains, carefully, so as to not ruin it. I hummed a random song I had heard from the radio earlier as I worked away to rid the jacket of all the blood soaking it.

I stiffened as a pair of cold hands made their way round my waist.

“What you doing down here all by yourself?” Paul hummed huskily in my ear as his hand made its way under my shirt.

“Ah! Paul baby, your hands are freezing” I squealed, trying to squirm away from him.

“Well, you can help me warm them up” He mumbled against my skin. Paul started to drag his lips slowly down my neck until he reached the junction where my neck met my shoulders. I hummed at the feeling of his soft lips on the crook of my neck, the sensation sending shockwaves through my body.

“I heard you and Marko in the bathroom” He whispered as he began kissing and nibbling back up my neck to my ear, causing me to let out a low huffy breath. “We love you too” he said as he pulled away, causing my hairs to stand on end.

Groaning at the loss of one of my vampire boyfriends body on mine, I turned to see his face lit up with a devilish smirk.

“Come on, Marks waiting” He informed, deciding I could finish washing markos jacket later. I dried my hands on a dish towel before following Paul up the stairs to my room.

As I entered the room I was met with the sight of Marko drying his hair with the spare towel I had given him earlier.

“Hey baby” He said joyfully with a smile. I chuckled at his joy. Paul had once again wrapped himself around me as he swayed to the rock music on the radio. He would occasionally place kisses along my neck.

Marko soon made his way over to us both. He placed one of his hands on my hips as he brought the other to my cheek to pull me into a passionate kiss.

The feeling of Marko’s lips on mine mixed with the feeling of Paul’s nibbling kisses and occasionally licking my neck made my head spin.

“Boys” I groaned at there attack as I pulled away from Marko for air, leaning my head back.

This only allowed the pair to continue their attack. Marko dove in, attaching his lips to the underside of my jaw.

Paul pulled away giggling. “Aww, look Marko, we have them melting” Paul teased, causing the other boy to pull away with a smile.

“You boys are the worst”. I groaned at the loss of their touch.

“You sure about that sugar?” Paul said as he tilted my chin to pull me into a passionate kiss. Marko trailed his cold hands from my hips up my stomach, the feeling of his cold fingertips trailing up my chest sent shivers down my spine, causing me to let out a moan into the kiss with paul.

Marko continued his path, his cold hand grabbed my chest with a dark chuckle. “Your heart is beating so fast baby. Do we really get you going that bad?” He said as he lifted my shirt and kissed my hip before he made his way up my stomach. The feeling of his soft breathing on my skin made my stomach muscles tense. It felt like the most heavenly torture.

He pulled away, making me internally groan. “You made them all whiney” Paul cooed in mock sympathy, causing Marko to giggle as he pulled my shirt off.

His nails gently dragged my hips closer to his face the cold tip of his nose hitting just above my hip made my body shiver in anticipation, Markos eye flitted up to mine then to pauls.

Paul's hand trailed up my chest his hand trailed up my chest to my his hands were soft as he moved my head slightly to the side and slowly licked up my neck before I felt the nipping feeling of his teeth dragging along the tender skin below my ear. Marko had pulled away from my hip his fingers digging under the hem of my jeans with a smirk “mmm hey paul do you think they are desperate enough” he rasped to the other vampire “nope” paul replied Marko breathily My room once filled with loud rock music was replaced by my own breathy wines and moans mixed with the raspy teasing giggles of Marko and paul they really did love teasing.

#the lost boys #the lost boys marko #the lost boys x reader #tlb 1987 #tlb x reader #tlb x you #tlb marko #marko the lost boys #marko x reader #marko x reader x paul #paul x marko #paul x reader #poly lost boys x reader #the lost boys fanfiction #slashers x reader

558 notes · View notes

sugar-coat-it · 8 days

Note

hi belle! what do you think body piercer is like as a bf 👉👈

also would you do an alphabet or something for him? lowkey dying for more content for him

Hiii!! <3

Omgggg wait wait let me tell you some details

He’s very much into punk rock (Fugazi, Rage Against The Machine, etc.) and lives in his band tees. Much like the back room of the parlor, a lot of his stuff is covered in stickers for his fav bands. So I think he’d really like to introduce his girl to his music if she’s willing to try it out, it would mean a lot to him!

Whenever he picks her up, he’s always blasting music LOUD so she knows when he arrives

Big fan of CDs. You can bet your ass that he’s burning CDs for her for all sorts of things. Songs that remind him of her, songs he wants to fuck her to. Some of them are stupid too, like “Good Shit” scrawled in black Sharpie on a disc. Sometimes he’ll scribble little drawings on there too. His handwriting is shit and she loves it.

Also music related, he's an amazing concert bf, always making sure she can see and no one is getting too close to her. He'd be SO PROUD if she went to a punk rock show with him

Now… if she ever did say she was interested in getting another piercing of any kind, he is begging her to let him do it for her (for free, with princess treatment). He’s very much like “fuck yeah, do it” whenever she brings up a tatt or piercing of any kind

Quietly cuddling, he’s tracing her features with his finger, he comes to the bridge of her nose and he’s suddenly like “You have a good nose for a septum piercing” and she’s like “???”

He remembers everything about her, and he makes a point to, even if he has to write sticky note reminders to himself sometimes (ADHD brain as hell)

This man SMOKES. My god his marijuana tolerance level is ungodly. If his girlie is into it too, it would be the joy of his life to roll spliffs for her.

Big fan of getting baked with her, putting on music, and then going off about the album’s impact on the music world because he knows she likes listening to him talk, and none of his boys let him ramble on nearly as much

The late-night diner visits after hotboxing his car go CRAZY (side note, don’t ask me why, but I feel like he has a rubber duck on his dashboard)

One time after a smoke session they built a fort in his room and made out for close to an hour, all giggly and hazy

I think he’d like to let his girl paint his nails. He prefers black, but he wouldn’t mind painting his nails the same shade as girlie’s so they can match

He also let her braid his mohawk once… lol

Tea had sent me an idea about this, but he’d absolutely buy her engraved jewelry. Like… barbells with hearts that have little M’s engraved on them??? Holy shit

Also, from a discussion with B, HE GOES SO FERAL WHEN SHE GOES BRALESS AND HE CAN SEE HER PIERCINGS THROUGH HER TOP

He keeps a Polaroid picture of her both in his wallet and at the desk in the shop

If anyone asks about it he’s like “THAT’S THE LIGHT OF MY FUCKING LIFE”

Veeery possessive. Not to a toxic point, but she is his, and he makes sure that everyone is aware in his own little ways

He likes to be touching her almost all the time. Whether it’s an arm lazily slung around her shoulders or lacing their pinkie fingers together

Really likes love bites. One time he left hickeys in the shape of a heart on her collarbone

Y’all remember that hip pouch thing he wore during the 2020 era? That but it’s filled with his girl’s things like her lipstick or her wallet so she doesn’t have to carry them

Teenage boy humor. Hella “that’s what she said” jokes

He forgets stuff at her place constantly. She’s starting to wonder if it’s on purpose at this point. Maybe it’s his own way of feeling like a more permanent part of her life

Finding his jewelry on her dresser, his lighter on her coffee table, a hoodie hung by the door

Sometimes he’ll leave his keys and come running back into her place just to end up messily kissing her against the wall

Overall, I think he probably looks a little intimidating to people because he has a mohawk and wears chains and platform boots but he’s such a sweetheart oh my god anon. He just loves her so so so much, and he’s so gentle with her. I love him. So much. That’s my baby.

And as for an alphabet, maybe! I’d be happy to if that’s something you guys would want to see

#WAHHH #my mohawked pride and joy #body piercer!matty #asks #matty healy x reader

83 notes · View notes

sunshineting · 11 months

Text

Donquixote Doflamingo x f!reader

word count- 2.6k

summary- Doffy hears you talking shit and offers you a solution to keep your job 🤍

minors do not interact pls THIS IS SMUT

author’s note- this took me forever to finish haha hope ya like it :)

“Fuck my stupid boss. Fuck this job. And fuck this giant ass mansion! Ughh!”

You have a love-hate relationship with your job. You love how much it pays you and hate everything else. You were hired as a… well you didn’t exactly have a name for it, but housekeeper/ assistant was the closest you could think of. Dishes, laundry, tidying, and general upkeep were the main components of your job. Occasionally, you were tasked with personally aiding the young master in setting up appointments and picking up dry cleaning. It wasn’t just you, thankfully, there was a small team you worked with to achieve all the household tasks. You were, however, the only one the young master seemed to torment the most. He treated you like his personal puppy, as if you worked only for him and not the whole house. Of course, Donquixote Doflamingo is your official employer, but taking care of the whole house is in your job description.

Stupid, handsome, arrogant Doflamingo. Just thinking of him brings a scowl to your face.

“Do My LaUnDrY, wAsH mY bEd LiNeN, cAnCeL tHiS aPpOiNtMeNt” you mock him with an exaggeratedly deep dumb voice. “As if there’s not a million other people that live here, too.”

The young master always wanted your attention first. He always makes sure you wash his clothes first, make his bed first, make that one snack from your culture just for him. Before you’d even had a chance to eat this morning, you were already reminded of the plethora of things you had to do today. Doffy was “nice” enough to leave a sticky note of everything you were to do for him, so you wouldn’t forget. You don’t even know what the guy does all day, but you do know that he has a lot of fucking requests.

“Y’know, that impression of me wasn’t half bad,” your boss says with an ominous chuckle. A chill runs down your spine. You straighten yourself up and turn around. You were in his room, finishing his laundry with your back facing the door.

“M-Mister Donquixote, hello, how are you?” You greet, trying (and failing) to be normal.

“Oh, I’m Mister Donquixote now? A moment ago I was your stupid boss. And something about fucking me?” He takes a domineering step toward you. You try your best to avoid looking up at him and avoid eye contact. Well, sunglass contact, in his case. Something about those winged, reflective sunglasses of his intimidated you. It’s like you were forced to look at yourself. He’s so tall, he towers over most people, so combining that with his overbearing personality made you feel so incredibly small.

“I’m so so sorry, sir. My words are inexcusable and I’ll accept any disciplinary action you see fit,” you rush out. Even though the work itself kinda sucked, you really had a good set up. You lived on the estate, got paid a bunch, and even got decent vacation time. You definitely couldn’t afford to lose this job.

“Any disciplinary action? So if I told you to get on your knees and follow me like a puppy, you’d do it?”

Your brain short circuits for a moment. What did he say? Get on your knees and what? You’d thought of being on your knees for the man, but not like this. It’d be a lie if you said he wasn’t attractive, but you’d imagined hate fucking him; not whatever this is.

“I-um I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand, sir.”

“You heard me. If I ask you to get on the floor on your hands and knees… will you obey? It’s more of a rhetorical question, of course, because I know you will. I know you’ll do anything to keep this job,” Doflamingo smirks. You don’t know where to look, so you settle your eyes on the floor as you bend down into a kneeling position. Your eyes eventually trail up. On your knees with your legs tucked under you, Doflamingo looks even more gigantic than usual. The sound of laughter fills your ears. Your boss’ lips are stretched into an open-mouthed smile as he cackles.

“Maybe you’re dumber than I gave you credit for. Use that little brain; you do have one right? I didn’t tell you to kneel, I asked you a question,” he sneers. Feeling stupid, tears prickle your eyes. Your mouth forms a pout as you try to stand. However, a hand on your head keeps you from doing so.

“Aht aht, I didn’t say stand up. Turn that pathetic frown upside down, little girl. I’m about to give you the chance to redeem yourself.”

This is so embarrassing. The bastard blond has you following him around the mansion like a puppy. Your task is to crawl next to him on your hands and knees until he orders you not to.

“Uhahahahaha! I see you’re having some fun today, Doffy.” A grimace displays on your features. This is one of the last people you want to see right now.

“Diamante! You know I had to train my little pet here,” your boss guffaws. You roll your eyes.

“Speak, bitch,” Doflamingo commands.

“Hello Mr Diamante,” you grit out. You resist the urge to bite them both on the ankles. Next, Doffy walks you back to his room. Oh thank God, this is almost over. Your knees and hands are sore and all you want is your dignity back.

“Strip.”

“Alright, you’ve had your–” you start to protest. Doflamingo grabs your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks together. His unexpected contact sends a slight throb to your core.

“You do what I say when I say it. Understood?” He bites. The faintest whimper escapes your throat. You didn’t even want to admit it to yourself, but him touching you like this was turning you on.

“Oh? No, don’t tell me,” he chuckles, “are you getting horny right now?” Wetness pools in between your legs.

“D-Doffy please…” The humiliation is too much, your cunt is throbbing and weeping for attention. You’d never thought of it before, but having someone be so in control of you was kinda hot. You don’t have to think for yourself; all you have to do is be pretty and follow instructions.

“Mmmm I knew there was a reason I liked you,” his hand trails down to your neck, “Stand.” With his huge hand gripping almost your whole neck, you manage to pull yourself up off your knees.

Doflamingo continues, “No matter how much work I give you, you always complete it to perfection. I do ask more of you than the other workers here, but it’s because you’re reliable and I like that. There’s very few people in this world that I trust and you’re becoming one of them. I’ll let you keep your job and you just have to trust me and trust that I’ll give you the best time of your life.”

He applies slight pressure to your neck and a faint smile graces your lips. “Thank you, Doflamingo,” you breathe out. He commands you to strip again and you obey, leaving yourself only in a matching black bra and panty set. Your boss removes his signature pink fluffy coat and unbuttons his shirt, revealing his sculpted abs. His skin is so smooth, nary a blemish to be seen. On your knees yet again, your mouth begins to water as you hungrily go to undo his pants next. You hear a chuckle, “Quite the eager one.”

When you at last free him from the constraints of his pants, you’re in awe. The biggest, angriest looking cock you’d ever seen stood before you. The thing is massive; probably ten inches long and incredibly thick. It’s about two shades darker than the rest of him, with a pink tip. The vein that appears on his forehead when he’s mad doesn’t even hold a candle to the thick veins running along his shaft. You feel the salivation pooling in your mouth; you need him in your throat immediately.

“Can I suck it, sir?”

“Go ahead.”

You take him in your hand, fingers barely able to wrap fully around. Kissing his tip, you stroke him. You lick swirls around the head and make your way down his shaft. Doflamingo sucks in a hiss. Your lips are stretched open as far as they can go as you maintain suction. He feels so good in your hot mouth. The head you’re giving him is so sloppy, so wet all because you’re so eager to please him. Doffy weaves a hand through your hair and pulls you back. You gasp for air, having forgotten to breathe in your desperation.

“Keep sucking me like that, and I might give you a raise,” he smirks. He pushes your head back down on his cock. As you bob your head, you pump him with one hand and massage his heavy balls with the other. A groan escapes your boss’ throat and it gives you all the encouragement you need to keep going. Yes, your jaw is tired. Yes, you’re holding your breath longer than you probably should. And yes, your pussy is absolutely dripping. But you persist. You want to make him cum so bad, you’re so needy for it. You also kinda want that raise. Sneakily, you try to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some of the ache coming from your cunt. However, nothing escapes the attentiveness of your boss.

“Needy like a bitch in heat. Did I tell you you could pleasure yourself?” The last thing you wanted now was to be denied any relief. With him still in your mouth, you look up to his glasses with pleading eyes. You look an absolute mess like this. Drool dripping down your chin, mouth full, and tears welling in your eyes. Doffy pulls you back from him once more.

“You know what? I’ll allow it. I want you to touch yourself while I watch,” he says. He pulls you onto his massive bed, the cushy mattress sucking you in. The bed linen is so soft and inviting, it takes nothing for you to get comfortable. On your back, you slowly spread your legs for him to see. Every cell in your body is alight. You take a deep breath to calm your nerves before stroking your slit through your panties. They were fucking soaked, you just couldn’t help it. You swirl a finger over your clothed clit and release a whimper. You wish it was Doffy’s long thick fingers instead of your own. As you pinch your nipple with your other hand, your back arches.

“Take them off.”

Eagerly, you remove your thin panties and bra. Just like that you’re completely exposed. You look towards the large blond man in front of you, his sunglasses reflecting your naked body. A wave of embarrassment floods you, so you close your eyes. With your eyes closed and head back, you run your ring and middle fingers from your hole to your clit. Your little cunny is dripping, weeping, begging for more. The two fingers enter your achy hole, but they don’t provide the stretch you desire. You want to be stretched out, filled, and used. With your digits now fully soaked, you bring them back to your puffy clit. You circle the nerve bundle over and over until you feel an orgasm rapidly approaching. Your muscles begin to tense, your back arches further, and your pussy tightens. Doflamingo can tell you’re close.

“Enough,” he speaks. You make the mistake of ignoring him while trying to chase your high. A rough hand grips your wrist, pulling it away from your cunt. Your eyes snap open.

“I said enough,” Doflamingo states.

“But I was so close,” you whine. He chuckles.

“You cum when I say you cum. Besides, I want you to finish from my doing, not your own.”

With that, he slides his middle finger into you. His fingers are so much bigger than yours, both in thickness and length. You suck in a breath.

“Absolutely soaked,” Doffy mutters to himself. He feels his cock jump, needing to feel your slick. He adds his ring finger and the two digits work in tandem to send you over the edge. Curling them, spreading them, jutting them deep inside you, he brings you closer and closer to your bliss. You’re trying to hold it together, but the whimpers and moans keep escaping you. You definitely didn’t want anyone passing his door to hear you. It was bad enough that the wet squelching sounds of your pussy filled the room. When Doffy brings his thumb to your clit is when all hope is lost. A loud mewl releases from you at the overstimulation. It’s all so much, you just want to cum.

“D-doffy, pleasepleaseplease lemme cum fuck ‘m right there please!” you plead.

“Give it to me,” the man grits out. His dick feels like it’s going to explode, he’s never been so achingly hard before. Watching your orgasm wash over you, Doffy feels precum leak from his tip. Your pussy sucks his fingers in, squeezing them tightly. Your legs tremble and all the muscles in your body release their tension at long last. The most guttural moan flows out of you. A stream of curses and thank yous comes from you as you come down from your high. Without missing a beat, the large man flips you over on your tummy. He needed to be inside you immediately. You feel the bulbous head press against your entrance. Not wasting any time, you push yourself onto him. The stretch he gives you is sinfully sweet. A tight groan seeps from Doflamingo’s throat. He knew you’d be tight, but not this much. He takes his time pushing into you further, wanting to savor the feeling of your squishy walls surrounding each inch of him until bottoming out.

“Fuck yourself on my cock. Make me cum. I know you can do it,” Doflamingo encourages. This was all you needed to start slapping your ass against him. He hits the deepest part of you, his tip kissing your cervix with every movement. The blond smacks your asscheek harshly. The sting sends goosebumps across your flesh. You glide yourself along his length, back and forth until you feel a second orgasm approach you. Doffy decides you aren’t moving fast enough for his liking, grasping your hips and pounding into you. His rough grip is bound to leave bruises, but it feels oh so heavenly. As your pussy flutters around him, Doffy feels himself approaching his orgasm. Your tight walls surround him, hot and inviting, he debates on pulling out.

Fuck it.

“I’m about to cum, you joining me or what?” he grunts out. At that, he spills his seed inside you, filling you to the brim and leaking out of you. The permission to cum added with the feeling of Doflamingo’s heavy load leaves you crumbling around him. Your muscles shake, your cunt has Doffy’s softening cock in a chokehold, almost squeezing him out. As you still tremble, he eases out of you gently and caresses your hips.

“Hey. You did good. Just uh, take it easy for a while,” your boss murmurs. You’re barely conscious at this point, so you don’t really register his words. Too worn out to move, you lay there on his oh so comfortable bed, dozing off to sleep.

“I hope you don’t think this was a one time thing, young lady. You’re part of the family now, I’m not letting you go.”

#donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo smut #doflamingo x reader #doflamingo x y/n #doflamingo x yn #donquixote doflamingo x reader #one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #kait's writes

283 notes · View notes

sara-wishes · 1 year

Text

Lego Flowers. - 성화

Seonghwa x Female!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: sick seonghwa, spoiled wooyoung, really late for sh's birthday, overall just fluffy.

word count: 2.6k

now listening to: Alldaylong by Dreamcatcher

a/n: Sorry this is really late... but I still wanted to publish it even if his birthday had already passed. Hope you enjoy reading and late happy birthday to Seonghwa!

The day had started beautifully. The early birds chirping, the sun shining down upon the newly bloomed flowers -a sign of spring's arrival-, and a gentle and fresh breeze blowing through the streets.

Well, it was a beautiful day for every person that could go out and enjoy it. For a sick Seonghwa, it already was a terrible birthday. Honestly, things weren't looking bright right now. Not only had he caught a cold right before spring's start, but the only comfort he could find in these trying times was missing. You were nowhere to be found. His carer, his guardian angel during the harsh and restless nights of endless coughing, had disappeared.

He had a vague idea as to where you could have gone, since he remembered having slightly awakened to your form telling him you'd go to buy some food for today's meal. Of course, he hadn't complained at that time, he had been half-asleep, his brain's clarity blurred by a dense fog of tiredness and you had promised to only take a few minutes before coming back to his aid. He had groggily waved you goodbye and had gone back to snoozing mode.

So now, his only question was, where exactly were you after three hours had passed?

Regrettably, since you were gone, he would have to make some food himself, in between sneezes and sniffing.

Struggling to rise out of his bed, slowed down by his sore muscles, he wrapped his blanket around his frame, letting it fall over his head, and slowly began to pat his way across the hallways.

To his surprise, when he arrived at his destination, the kitchen, he found plastic bags filled with food on the countertops. You really had gone and bought ingredients like you promised. He was glad he had some nutrients to feed his empty and hurting stomach, which had already growled in protest several times because of being forced to have breakfast at 2 p.m. Still, the sight only made him more confused as to where you could be.

Wrapped in his blanket burrito, he decided eating could wait. He had to call you now, the growing worry over you overpowering his hunger.

Retracing his steps back to your shared bedroom, he approached his nightstand. He recalled having left his phone charging there. But once again for a second time that day, he was surprised at the sight. Sitting atop his phone he found there to be a dull yellow sticky note filled with your handwriting. Picking it up, it read:

"Good Morning Babe!! I'm sure that by now you have noticed my absence (i hope) and were about to call me to find out where exactly i am right now. But fear not! I had to get some stuff done and I'll be back soon. P.S. Don't worry about the food, I know how much your muscles ache in the mornings so I cooked you some soup and left it in the microwave for you to heat up.

Promise not to take long!

Love you, Y/N"

Great, he still didn’t know where you were. But at least he figured you weren’t dead. Although he was still worried and not entirely convinced of letting the issue go and wait for you, his stomach once again reminded him he had slept through the morning without a bite or a single drop of water to satiate his system’s basic needs. Besides, his morning medicine was due and he couldn’t take it until he had something to eat, and being honest to himself, that soup you had mentioned in your note sounded really good right now.

Seonghwa reassured himself that you were doing just fine and once again walked towards the kitchen, now his ailments caused by the cold getting stronger as he woke up fully.

The idol heated the soup and sat on the table you used to share your meals together in the living room. His current plans were to eat, take the medicine, and sleep until Y/N arrived. Yep, what an amazing birthday.

Seonghwa wasn’t entirely disappointed by the day’s events. If you both could not go on your ‘Amazing Annual Date’ at your favorite restaurant today, you’d go when he was feeling alright again. Although he had a lot of work to catch up on, and he already felt terrible about missing out on it because of his illness, he could still take a day off for his birthday. Thankfully they all were taking a few rest days between practicing for any new comeback, promotions or concerts. He still had time to make up for the lost days. He loved you dearly and causing you to stay at home taking care of him was what actually hurt him the most about this whole ordeal.

Sighing, Seonghwa left the now empty dish in the sink, and slowly settled on the soft couch of your living room, gulping down his pills. He could doze off to an animal crossing gameplay or an old The Mandalorian episode until you arrived. Still wrapped in his blanket burrito, with the spring sun shyly peeking through the blinds, he was warm, the tasty soup having also added to his comfort. Seonghwa guessed that as soon as you arrived, the day could still look bright. Slowly, almost without him noticing, his eyelids began to drop and he allowed sleep to take him once more.

❁

A soft clanking of keys woke him up from his peaceful slumber. His brain wasn’t really registering what was going on, his previous dream continuing to play behind his closed eyelids. He even believed the sound was just a figment of his imagination, not trusting himself just yet.

“I’m back!” You announced, opening the door. At this, Seonghwa finally opened his eyes and started to force his body to start functioning once again. “Y…/N..?” He muttered drowsily.

“Oh! Sorry love, I didn’t realize you were sleeping. I’m sorry I woke you up.” You worriedly rushed to his side by the couch, feeling guilty from interrupting his much needed sleep.

Although Seonghwa could hear you approaching the couch, still facing away from you, he also could hear the rustling of heavy plastic bags. Curious and now aware of his surroundings, he turned to look at you. You, the love of his life, who was currently holding two giant plastic Lego bags. Star Wars Lego bags.

“What’s this, Y/N?” Said the male, his orbs lighting up at the sight. “Well…I felt terrible that you couldn’t enjoy your birthday due to your cold, so I thought I could cheer you up with some gifts we could build together.” You sheepishly answered him, raising the squared bags over your shoulder level.

Seonghwa was perplexed. You had disappeared for -he checks the watch- 4 hours?! and had gone off to store after store just to find him the best present you could to cheer him up. Oh god he loved you. Rising from the couch and letting the blanket he had draped on his shoulders fall, he ran to engulf you in a hug. “I love you so much.” Laughing gleefully at his sudden display of affection you asked him. “Do you like them? I got you The Razor Crest and-” turning your voice into a higher squeak, you continued- “the cutest Baby Yoda ever!”

Chuckling at your childish antics Seonghwa hugged you tighter to his weak form. “I love them, thank you darling. For this and for everything.” He answered you, now getting away from your figure, not wanting to risk passing his illness onto you.

“I’m glad. Now, you go back to the couch, I’m gonna organize the bags in the kitchen and brew you some herbal tea to start building the ship with you!” Gathering the two plastic containers, you left one on the tea table, and strangely, took the other with you to the kitchen, leaving Seonghwa slightly confused and shouting back an “I’ll be quick, you just don’t move!” He decided against questioning you for your weird actions, not thinking much of the happenings, and chose to start opening and arranging the lego pieces for when you came back.

❁

Minutes later -a little bit longer than he expected you to take- you emerged from the kitchen with a wooden tray, containing his favorite mug and a modern glass kettle. “Incoming!” Seonghwa scooped to one side of the couch, leaving you some room to sit, and making a small spot on the table to fit the tray. “Okay, now we can start.” You told him with a smile, settling on the cushion of the sofa.

Along with the soft background music Seonghwa had chosen from your shared playlist, you both started to browse through the blue booklet, which contained the instructions you had to follow in order to create The Crest.

In the middle of your lego building, the idol chose to address a matter that still bothered him to this moment. “I’m not at all complaining but, I just have to ask, what took you so long while shopping?”

“I’m not really proud of it but- can you disconnect these two please?” Handing him two small lego pieces mid-sentence, you continued as he took them in his hands. “I had to call Wooyoung so he could tell me which lego builds you already had. But that sneaky bastard decided to make me wait for him outside the dorms so I could take him for some Starbucks, instead of telling me over call. Starbucks I paid for, by the way. He’s lucky he’s my favorite.”

Seonghwa smiled brightly at this. He got so happy when you started to warm up to his members too, and seeing you get along so well with them made him content. Besides, he knew just what you were talking about, Wooyoung would always be Wooyoung. “You should really stop spoiling him like that, one day he’s going to come and make himself at home like we are not even here.”

“I know but, he knows just what to say to make me cave in, that kid. Anyway, after making me pay for his food, he accompanied me to the mall to get your gifts, so that’s why.” Now finally having cleared things up, you once again fell into a peaceful silence and conversed there and there, continuing to work on your craft.

❁

Some hours later, when the sun had already hidden for the day, and the clock marked 10:08 p.m., your Razor Crest was at last finished. “Aaaaand, the last piece for the birthday king, c’mon you place it.” Seonghwa brushed your fingers and took the small, gray piece and with a satisfying ‘click’, fitted it onto the figure. “Done!” he clapped as he finished, you joining him. The male restrained himself from taking the enormous ship and doing the cute animal crossing move, not wanting the 4 hours of work from both parts to go to waste. Suddenly aware of having sat on the couch, crouched, for two long couple of hours, his muscles felt cramped and his bones ached, so he began stretching like a cat to get rid of his soreness. You got up and followed along, both of you beat from all of the work put into your piece.

Now both of you away from the sofa, having settled The Razor Crest in a glass cabinet you kept in the living room, admired it from your positions next to each other.

“It looks amazing.” He spoke.

“I hope building it didn’t make it worse for you. We spent a lot of time on it.” Resting your head on his shoulder you asked him. “Don't worry, I’m good. I had an amazing birthday after all.” You both smiled content.

“Before we call it a night, I have one last present for you.” After seeing you rush to the kitchen, Seonghwa could only hear some rustling noises you were making and wondered what you could be talking about.

Under the dim lightning of the room, you handed Seonghwa a carefully crafted lego flower, its stem green, white and soft pink petals settled on its top. “A flower for a flower.”

You couldn’t have chosen a more terrible pick up line. There really wasn’t, but as he picked it up, he smiled and chuckled brightly at you. And at that, unknowingly to him, lit up your whole world.

“So this is what you were doing when you disappeared in the kitchen… I could kiss you right now.” He told you, tightly gripping the plastic flower.

“I would love you to, but we still have to celebrate our ‘Amazing Annual Date’. Wouldn’t want to get sick for it. I’ll settle for a forehead kiss tho.” Grinning widely for getting what you wanted, Seonghwa gently grazed your forehead with his lips, in his mind, only a single thought remaining.

‘I only needed you and your love, to have a perfect birthday. Thank you Y/N.’

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #fanfic #fluff #kpop fanfic #seonghwa x reader #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa fanfic #park seonghwa #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa x reader fluff #reader x seonghwa

191 notes · View notes

eddievanhammettmunson · 1 year

Text

Sticky Situation.

Author’s note- Hola my ghouls, gremlins, and goblins alike. Back with another one shot cause I read this fic awhile back where Eddie gets gum stuck in his hair and Chrissy helps him get it out and the reader gets jealous and I haven’t been able to find it since but it made me want to write this.

Warnings- uh none just pretty fluffy :)

Summary- Eddie gets gum stuck in his hair and you help him out. 1.5k words

You took your time driving over to Eddie’s trailer today. You went everyday after school and usually he’d just give you a ride but today you had to run some errands and just told Eddie you’d meet him at his trailer. You were in no rush as you let Metallica play in the background and you were determined to hear Ride the Lightning all the way through.

As you pulled up to the trailer park you slowly cruised your way till you got to Eddie’s trailer and you parked next to his van. You sat in the car until the song was done playing and then you shut it off and made your way up to the trailer door using the spare key Eddie and Wayne had given to you to let yourself In.

As you let yourself in you noticed the unusual heavy silence of the trailer. You began walking towards Eddie’s room and then you stopped in your tracks as you heard sniffles and crying coming from the bathroom. You walked closer and saw the door open and from what you could see in the reflection of the mirror was Eddie standing there crying as he looked at his reflection and held up the electric razor as he hesitated to start shaving his head.

You quickly made your way to stand in front of the entrance to the bathroom.

“Eddie what the hell are you doing!”

Eddie jumps at the sound of your voice not having heard you come in. He looks at you eyes heavy with tears. He doesn’t answer you verbally. He just turns around and shows you instead. The back of his hair filled with sticky gum in large quantities.

“Oh Ed’s. What happened baby?”

He sniffled and sat down on the lid of the toilet.

“I was in O’Donnels trying to fucking pay attention for once and Jason and his goons were busy throwing gum in my hair I guess. I can’t get it out so I have to shave it.”

You paused. Knowing how much Eddie’s hair meant to him and why he’d grown it out. After his mom died his dad had forced him to shave his head because his hair reminded him too much of Eddie’s mother. And when Eddie’s father finally went to prison Eddie vowed to never shave his head again.

Now you weren’t a professional hair stylist or anything but you knew your way around hair pretty well. You always cut and did your own hair and even dyed your own hair all the time. Now the only hard part would be getting Eddie to agree to let you touch his hair.

You walked towards him and grabbed the shaver out of his hand and put it on the counter. You then place your hands on his shoulders and he looks up at you with the saddest eyes you’ve ever seen him give.

“Eddie, do you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you sweetheart.”

“Will you let me help you with your hair?”

He pauses for a moment. And then nods his head yes.

“Okay Eddie grab whatever you need and then we’ll go back to my house. I have hair supplies there that will help us. While you're at it grab some clothes we can have a sleepover and make a night of it. We’ll get snacks and watch some movies after I do your hair okay?”

He gives you a weak smile and goes to pack an overnight bag to bring to your house.

The entire car ride to your house is uncharacteristically quiet. You can tell Eddie is trying hard to trust you with his hair but he isn’t hopeful.

Once you get to your house you take Eddie to your room and get him situated in the chair in front of your desk. You go to the bathroom and grab your box of hair supplies and make your way back to him.

“Sweetheart, thank you for trying to do this for me. But if you can't, I understand you know.”

He sounded so melancholy. You walked up to him and cupped his face in your hands to make him look up at you.

“Eddie, I'm going to do my absolute best okay.”

He nodded his head and as you removed your hands from his face you pretended not to notice the kiss he left on the palm of your hand.

You began digging through your box of supplies and grabbed a comb, a brush, a small pair of scissors you were hoping not to use much, and oil.

“Eddie I’m gonna have to work the oil through your hair a bit to loosen up the gum and it may hurt a little bit as I tug on strands of your hair okay but I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

He gave you a whispered okay and so you began the tedious process of removing all the gum from his hair. He winced a few times when knots would appear or when you would try to remove the gum too soon.

There were a few strands that you had to snip but nothing noticeable. And as time went on Eddie began to relax against you and he even found himself enjoying the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. But then again Eddie pretty much enjoyed anytime you touched him.

He knew he didn’t allow anyone to ever touch his hair and today may be the first time he gave you permission but if you’d touched his hair before today he knows he would have let you.

It took a couple of hours but eventually you put the tools down on the table and clapped your hands together. Grabbing the small handheld mirror you hand it to Eddie with a smile.

“Well Ed’s. What do you think?”

He studies his hair in the reflection for a moment before the tears start to form in his eyes again.

“Oh. Oh no Ed’s I’m sorry did I ruin it? Did I do something wrong?”

He shakes his head no but stands up abruptly and before you know it he’s turned around and tackled you in a breath snatching hug. His face is tucked into the crook of your neck and his hands wrapped tightly around your waist. Holding you against him as he cried.

“Thank you sweets. Thank you so so much.” He whispered his appreciation in your ear. As you stood there with your arms wound around his neck. You began to stroke the back of his head and tell him it was okay and that you’d do it anytime.

When he pulled away he didn’t go far still holding you in his arms he looked in your eyes for a brief moment before he quickly bent down and captured your lips in a fleeting kiss. It was so unexpected you didn’t get the chance to properly kiss him back before he was pulling away

“Sorry sweets I just-well I wanted to do that for a really long time and and well you’ve been so nice to me today and I can’t thank you enough really I’m sorry-“

You stop his rambling by leaning up and giving him a proper kiss on the lips. It starts off gentle but you can’t help but deepen the kiss until you're both pulling away gasping for air.

“If I’d known getting gum out of your hair would finally get you to kiss me I’d have put gum in your hair myself ages ago.”

Both of you giggle at this and give each other another peck on the lips before you pull away.

You pack up all your hair supplies and Eddie changes into his pyjamas and goes to the kitchen to get the snacks you’d mentioned for movie night.

When you both reconvene in your room you’ve picked out a movie. When Eddie sees what’s playing he groans.

“Cmon sweets really? Grease? Again?”

“Hey mister I just spent the last god knows how many hours working gum out of your hair I think the least you could do is let me have Grease.”

“Okay Frenchy.”

“What?”

“Frenchy. Beauty school dropout.”

“I’d have to go to beauty school in the first place to be a dropout.”

“I think you should go to beauty school, sweets. Certainly got the talent for it.”

You blush at his words but say nothing. As you crawl in the bed next to him he’s not having it as you sit in your normal spot he wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you against him and you oblige by wrapping your arms around him and holding onto him like a koala. As the movie plays you begin to drift off as Eddie runs his fingers through your hair.

160 notes · View notes

ickynights · 6 days

Text

Finals season stress

Ivan + Seongmin

Seongmin’s older sister had warned the younger just how difficult his first finals season would be in college but he didn’t expect it to take over his life like this.

He prided himself on the neat arrangement of his side of the dorm, a stark contrast to his roommate and boyfriend, Ivan, whose space often looked more ‘lived-in’. Where Seongmin’s area was a model of college tidiness, with every book and note in its rightful place, not a piece of trash in sight. Dorm room magazines had nothing on him.

All of his attempts to stay the cleanest student in the dorm building held zero meaning now. Now, his room was nearly unrecognizable.

His once pristine desk was scattered with countless open textbooks, overlapped with papers covered in sticky notes which barely could be considered eligible. Half-empty coffee mugs and mounds of snack wrappers throughly filled the rest of the empty spaces. His laptop, buried under a mound of class handouts and old quizzes, buzzed with notification reminders of upcoming deadlines. The clothes that were usually folded neatly in the closet or tucked away in drawers, were draped over the back of his chair and cluttered atop his bed, some of which he wasn’t even sure were clean.

Normally, Ivan would tease his boyfriend about such a drastic change, but even he couldn’t bring himself to find humor in the situation this time. Although Ivan was busy with his own exams and essays, he couldn’t help but focus on how much of a mess his boyfriend had become.

Throughout the first semester, Seongmin had diligently prepared healthy meals for both himself and Ivan, almost never opting for the school’s cafeteria shitty food. However, over the past two weeks, his diet had taken a drastic turn. The poor boy had lived off of only two large family packs of Goldfish and far too many slices of cafeteria pizza for his belly’s comfort.

Ivan tried to convince Seongmin to at least throw some fruit into the mix but he was only met with an eye roll and a quiet no thanks. The only thing Ivan could do was watch as his once perfectly put together boyfriend practically wither away in stress induced malnourishment, and hope Seongmin could become himself again after finals ended.

—————

"Could you turn your show down a bit?" Seongmin groaned, his eyes glued to his English textbook. "I know you've finished all your work, but I still need to get through this essay."

Ivan obliged and lowered the volume of the Tv, and casted a sympathetic glance at Seongmin, “Why don’t you take a break to eat, baby. My mom brought over food earlier, it’s your favorite.”

Seongmin looked up from his laptop, something he was sure he hadn’t done all day. He noticed how concerned his boyfriend looked and his stomach practically screamed at him to put actual food in it, but he just simply didn’t have the time to eat anything.

“I have an hour left till this essay is due and I need to revise more,” Seongmin started, trying to ignore the instant eye roll he received back, “But, I promise the second I submit this essay, I’ll sit down and eat with you. Please bear with me, honey. You know I don’t like this any more than you do,” Seongmin pleaded, his expression morphing into a small pout that he hoped would soften Ivan’s frustration.

“Fine, but just so you know, I’m not letting you leave this room until you finish everything she’s made,” Ivan answered roughly, pushing himself up from the couch with an audible sigh of frustration. “I’m serious, Seongmin. You can’t keep skipping meals like this. It’s not healthy, and I won’t stand by and watch you run yourself into the ground,” Ivan added, his tone firm but tinged with worry.

“I appreciate your concern, Ivan, but you’re not my keeper,” Seongmin retorted, his voice sharp and eyes narrowing slightly in frustration. “I know my own limits, okay? I just need to get through this essay, and then I’ll eat—like I said. I don’t need a lecture on top of everything else right now.”

Ivan sighed heavily, the frustration evident in his voice as he grabbed his jacket. “You say that, but you’ve given me this promise like five times this week and guess what? You haven’t kept it once,” he pointed out sharply, his expression tight with irritation. Throwing on his jacket, he added, “So, excuse me if I’m not exactly overflowing with trust right now. Eat whatever you fucking want. I don’t care anymore.” Ivan left, slamming their door.

Seongmin watched silently as his stray papers swayed in the draft, the light rustling sound punctuating the tense silence left in the wake of their argument. His eyes lingered on the door, almost hoping his boyfriend would turn around and come right back in to make up with him.

With a heavy sigh, Seongmin leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The room felt emptier without Ivan’s presence, and the weight of his words lingered in the air. Despite his annoyance, Seongmin knew Ivan was right. He had been neglecting his health, and his promises to take care of himself had fallen unanswered. Seongmin debated running out of the room to chase after Ivan but he knew the older needed space.

Taking a deep breath in, Seongmin focused himself back on his essay in hopes to finish in it in record time. Logistically, he knew exactly how to make it up to Ivan— the simple gesture of actually listening to him and eating the home cooked meal.

It didn't take long for Seongmin to finish editing the essay and submit it. While it wasn't as well-written as his previous work, he reasoned that one B couldn't hurt. Besides, he'd much rather prioritize making Ivan happy than obsess over the quality of his essay, that barely mattered in the long run.

Seongmin quickly got up from his chair and walked over to the microwave, where he knew Ivan had left the pre-made food. Opening the microwave, he found a large, steaming casserole dish filled. The enticing aroma of spices and slow-cooked flavors filled the air, making his mouth water in anticipation. The dish was a colorful array of tender chicken simmered in a spicy tomato sauce, mixed with bell peppers, onions, and black beans.

The food looked absolutely delicious, but Seongmin couldn't fathom how he was expected to finish the whole thing. There was no way Ivan's mom had made the dish just for him. Yet, Ivan had specifically instructed Seongmin to finish it all. He could very well had just been saying that out of anger but Seongmin was determined to appease his partner.

As Seongmin started eating, he found the dish to be incredibly tasty. Each bite was a mix of flavors and textures that reminded why he always chose to eat home cooked meals in the first place.

Seongmin continued eating, he could feel himself growing increasingly full and uncomfortable. Not even halfway through, he noticed his belly straining against his sweatpants. It audibly protested, signaling it was ready for him to stop. However, Seongmin was determined not to let Ivan down.

Despite his determination, Seongmin’s body began to rebel against the onslaught of food. With each bite, his stomach got increasingly more bloated the pressure in his belly building to an almost unbearable level. He shifted on the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position, but it offered little relief.

Seongmin rarely burped, finding the act rather disgusting. However, as he continued to eat, not a minute went by without a small (or large), involuntary burp escaping him. Each one seemed to release a bit of the pressure building up in his stomach, offering a momentary reprieve from the discomfort.

After what felt like an eternity, Seongmin finally finished the last bite of food. Despite feeling queasy and the slightest movement threatening to send him rushing to the bathroom, he grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of the empty dish and his very bloated belly. With a sense of accomplishment mingled with discomfort, he sent the photo to Ivan, proof that he had indeed finished it all.

Seongmin carefully lowered himself back onto the couch, letting out a low groan as he felt the contents of his stomach swirl uncomfortably. The gurgling was becoming more and more concerning, with Seongmin watching in awe as he could practically see them rippling across his upper belly.

Seongmin had been no stranger to an upset tummy with how much junk he’d put into himself for the past week but this by far worse than anything he had ever experienced. The discomfort was becoming unbearable, and Seongmin was unsure if he’d even be able to digest all the food he just ate.

Just as he was about to roll over and try to sleep off the pain, he felt his phone vibrate with a notification. Seongmin moaned as he reached over to look at his phone.

The message from Ivan read, “Baby, please tell me you didn’t actually didn’t eat all that food?”

Seongmin rolled his eyes, wasn’t that exactly what the older had told him to do…

“That’s what you told me to do, was it not?” Seongmin replied, feeling a bit guilty for his obvious upset tone. But his tummy was hurting, who could blame him!

Ivan responded within seconds, “I was just kidding, baby! You must be feeling so sick :( I’m on my way home now, try to relax until then.”

Seongmin felt his belly loudly grumble as he read Ivan’s text. He glanced down with an apologetic look spread across his face. He had put the poor thing through hell over an exaggeration. Placing his hand onto his stomach, he rubbed it gently, wincing as it cramped, almost as if it was chastising him.

Thankfully, to Seongmin and his stomach's relief, Ivan arrived back at the door quickly with a bag full of medicine and waters in hand.

Ivan rushed over to Seongmin, concern etched on his face. “Are you okay?” he asked, dropping the bag onto the coffee table and placing his hand on Seongmin’s tummy.

“My tummy hurts,” Seongmin whined, leaning into Ivan’s touch.

Ivan frowned and used his other hand to caress his boyfriend’s lips. “I’m sorry, baby. I really didn’t think you’d take it literally,” he apologized, his voice filled with remorse. Leaning in, he kissed Seongmin gently, afraid to hurt him further. “I got you some medicine that should help it all digest easier. You think you can handle them right now?”

Seongmin nodded weakly, willing to try anything to get his stomach to settle. He sat up slowly, holding onto Ivan’s arm for balence, he took the medicine and swallowed it with the water, hoping for some relief.

The two settled into the couch, with Ivan lying behind Seongmin. He hummed softly as he rubbed gentle, soothing circles onto the younger’s belly. Seongmin closed his eyes, feeling the tension slowly drift away under Ivan’s touch. The rhythmic motion of Ivan’s hand was comforting, and Seongmin couldn’t help but relax into the embrace. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of Ivan’s soothing tune and the upset gurgling from Seongmin’s stomach.

Seongmin drifted off to sleep, the gentle rhythm of Ivan’s hand on his belly lulling him into a peaceful slumber. Ivan continued to rub Seongmin’s stomach, his touch light and soothing.

Ivan’s hand stilled as he felt the rumbles coming from Seongmin’s stomach grow more intense. He tried to follow their source, his brows furrowing in concern. Seongmin shifted slightly in his sleep, a soft moan escaping his lips. Ivan debated on whether to wake up the younger or not. It was obvious to him, Seongmin’s belly had zero plans on allowing the meal to stay inside it much longer, but Ivan didn’t want to disturb his boyfriend’s rest— he barely had any all week.

After a moment’s hesitation, Ivan gently shook Seongmin awake, his voice laced with concern. “Seongmin, wake up. Are you feeling okay?” he asked, his hand still resting on Seongmin’s belly. Seongmin stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked up at Ivan, confusion and discomfort evident in his expression. Before Seongmin could whine about being woken up, he felt his stomach harshly lurch. Seongmin barely even awake, turned to the side and retched violently, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the floor beside the couch.

Ivan quickly got up and grabbed the trash can, placing it under Seongmin just in time as he vomited again, his body heaving with each retch. Ivan rubbed Seongmin’s back soothingly, while also holding him upright to help ease the strain on his body. Seongmin’s face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead as he continuously emptied the contents of his stomach into the trash can.

After a few minutes, the retching ended, and Seongmin slumped back into Ivan’s hold.

“I’m here, Seongmin. You’re going to be okay,” Ivan whispered, his voice filled with reassurance. He continued to rub Seongmin’s back soothingly, his touch gentle and comforting. “Do you think you’ll be sick again?”

Seongmin shook his head weakly, moving away from the trash can. “Just want to sleep now,” he mumbled, leaning back to lay down on the couch.

Ivan nodded understandingly, helping Seongmin get comfortable before lying down beside him. He wrapped an arm around Seongmin, pulling him close, and began to gently stroke his hair, soothing him back to sleep.

#belly ache #emeto #belly rubs #tummy ache #stress #fighting #tw emeto #emeto blog #queasy #overeating #stomach ache #sickfics

9 notes · View notes

sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

Text

━"Manning The Mics"

━Tw: None

━Notes: I have delted this over five times on accident. If there's any typos- too bad so sad I'm never revisiting this. It took so long ;-;

━Song: "Why Am I Anxious" By Tom Cardy

"You know I have the power to fire you right."

Giggles filled with pure mirth came from (Y/n) as they tried not to double over, staring at their unamused boss, whom, was covered head to toe in sticky notes.

Their record for how many post-it notes they could place on one person had been 18. Had been.

Now it was a whopping 23.

As one could clearly tell if they took one look at the man in front of (Y/n).

You know, suprisingly, working at a studio downtown dedicated to airing a local t.v channel wasn't all that entertaining. Especially when someone like (Y/n)—who had mounds of untapped potential according to the company—was stuck wiping the dust off of camera lenses instead of putting their four years at college to use.

What's the use of going to school for a degree in sound design if they didn't even use it.

So they had to find a way to spice up their day to day routine. That didn't involve loitering around the snack table untill the day ended. (The coffee tasted like shit anyways.) What better way than slapping half a pad of post-its on your co-workers.

"If I didn't like you so much I would have kicked you out a long while ago."

(Y/n) paused their laughing fit to swipe dramatically at the corner of their eyes, pretending to wipe a tear away.

"Yeah. But you wouldn't want to get rid of 'one of the most talented workers you've seen in years'. Your words not mine." They clasped their hands together with an overdone grin, looking up at their (still) uninterested boss. He just grumbled at them in response.

Honestly Robert wasn't a bad supervisor. He never yelled at anyone, only tossing the occasional death glare when people needed to be reminded of things. Which was much appreciated concidering his sagging eyebags and sardonic demeanor made it seen like he would and could snap at the smallest thing.

He was pretty nice to (Y/n) anyways. Treated them like a hyper cousin. You know; the one you always saw getting yelled at by their mom at family gatherings because they put a whoopee cushion on someone's seat.

"Listen. I didnt call you in here to talk about, er, this." Robert plucked a blue sticky note off his temple, crumbling the material up into a ball and flicking it across the room.

It landed in the waste bin by his desk perfectly, making (Y/n) widen their eyes with an entertained smile. Robert didn't share their enthusiasm.

"I got an email from HQ this morning. One of the cast members saw you, ah 'performing by the water cooler' the other day so to speak, and wanted to meet you for something in building 2M today. As in, fifteen-minutes-from-right-now today."

(Y/n) saw a flash of remorse pass across his eyes. His tone was gentler now. The kind of gentle tone people use when they tell you your dog was just run over by a steam roller.

They felt their heart drop, face twisting into an unpleasant expression.

It had just been a bit of goofing off. Balancing a cherry on their nose before popping it in their mouth and tying the stem like a magician presenting their next trick—that kind of stuff. They didn't even know a cast member would be there. If so they would have used one of their sick days ahead of time. (Can you blame them. No one wants to be in the same room as their boss when their working.)

"Do you know who saw-"

"No. I don't know. I'm sorry (Y/n)." Robert's lips twitched down into a frown full of sympathy. He reached out to place a hesitant pat on their arm, the gesture holding a lot more meaning than anyone would think.

"If they try to fire you, quit before they can. That's business 101."

Well that certantly made them feel a lot better.

"Thanks. Want me to just hand in my resignation now or-?"

"Shut up (Y/n)." He rolled his eyes. But there was no annoyance behind it.

"You need to get going anyways. And-" He rubbed the back of his neck.

"-good luck."

"Just make sure my headstone looks nice and neat alright?"

"Fuck off."

Offices surrounded by glass should be illegal.

That's all that was going through (Y/n)'s brain as they walked through the winding hallways of headquarters. More specifically building M2.

They could see everything going on in the rooms due to those stupid glass walls, yet nothing at the same time. It was anxiety inducing.

But also what-the-fuck inducing.

A man with a cowboy hat, sunglasses, and atrocious mouth mullet was talking to a group of terrified looking people in one area while waving around what was, hopefully, a fake gun.

In the room next to him was a masked figure in a skin tight black body suit, posing like a superhero while resting their comically large hands by his hips. They almost looked to be roleplaying if anything.

The company didn't talk about this in the introduction video.

What room were they supposed to be in again? The lady at the front desk had said the one with the cream walls right? Or was it gray-

They let their feet lead them down a few more twists and turns while trying not to think about it too much. The contents in the rooms only got more bizarre as they went, albeit less and less people occupying them untill no one was left.

The journey only paused when a room on their right came up, big bold letters above it reading Conference Room.

Hey, that room looked cream colored enough.

(Y/n) pushed the glass door open, head popping in as they scanned the contents of the place. Just as their view from the outside suggested, no one was in there.

"Yeah. Okay. That's great. Invite me up here why don't you. Give me a heart attack why don't you. Make sure not to show up before me why don't you."

Their words were full of nerves, bones in their neck popping as they cracked it anxiously.

Who exactly was the cast again? They knew the general idea that surrounded all of them. The Big Men. The bosses. The people who ran this entire company in their free time.

Wispers about who exactly they were ran rampant on set some days. How one was a demon. The other was an insane pink Willy Wonka. Someone even had a thoery that they were all just fragments of one mans mind, which was met with as many eyerolls and scoffs as one would think.

Honestly (Y/n) had never paid much attention to any of the theories. They were never gonna meet the guys in charge anyways, so why bother? They'd much rather spend their time getting their job done quickly so they could spend the rest of their shift goofing off.

But now, walking around the oval shaped table and eyeing the place skeptically, they wish they had listened in to those conversations.

"Ah! Wonderful! We were wondering when you would show up sugarplum!"

(Y/n) nearly jumped three feet in the air, whirling around to the source of their sudden spike in heart rate.

Right where seconds ago no one had been sitting were six individual men surrounding the brown table.

Everyone looked the same. But different. It was a wonder how they had never really seen any of them before, despite working on set and them being the 'main cast'.

They all were staring straight at (Y/n), who swore their face lost all color at the attention.

Each one was dressed in different attire, ranging vastly from suits to hospital scrubs. A couple of them even looked to be glitching. Or was that buffering? They couldn't tell.

"Well come on! Sit down sit down. There's a chair right next to Bim and Hosty right there!"

Their eyes flickered to the enthusiastic man with messy brown hair, his voice slurred as if he'd been drinking. A pink tinted mustache moved with his words, which they couldn't help but stare at for a moment.

Nonetheless they listened, walking over to the chair he spoke of and slowly sitting down. If they hadnt felt small enough being stared at by six separate pairs of eyes, they certantly did now.

The one—Hosty he had been called?—on their left was a man in a light brown trench coat. He was rather handsome looking, albeit solom. He had a bandage around his head, weaving through his dark tresses and covering his vision. There looked to be dried blood stains where his eyes were, causing them to wonder how he could even see them.

"The Host thinks it's rude to stare."

(Y/n) quickly looked away at their words, choosing instead to eye the other man beside their seat.

Not like they had much of a chance to before a hand was shoved in their face.

"HI! Bim here. Bim Trimmer. Extrodinare in everything! That's Bim Trimmer. B-I-M, T-"

"Alright that's enough Bim. You're startling them." Someone said with a sigh.

The hand pointing straight inbetween the area of their eyes slowly reclined, Bims smile still ever present—if a bit forced now.

Who the absolute hell were these people.

"Wilford, why exactly are we all here?"

"Ah, yes. That!"

(Y/n)s eyes furrowed in the slightest, shifting in their seat as they watched the smiling man shuffle around for some papers. His tounge would come out and lick his lips occasionally and they tried not to acknowledge Wilfords little wink when he noticed them looking.

He then slammed a file decorated with stickers down on the table, patting it gently as if he didn't just completely demolish it against the furnitures surface.

"(Y/n) (L/n)! Works in building 4A, mic check crew. Born in Nevada, moved to Ohio to pursue their career in sound design! An adventurous little thing."

"We know Wilford. I recal reading the report on their interview. A very interesting one." A very monotone voice said, before screaming.

(Y/n)s eyes widened as a red and blue verson of the person across from them split in the air, howling. They looked to be in the worst pain imaginable. It was enough to make (Y/n) forget about the mention of their rather embarassing interview. (Let's just say the janitor had to stay overnight that day)

And then the figures were gone.

"Host notices (Y/n) jump. He wishes tell them that they were not imagining that. It is simply Dark becoming a bit aggitated."

Alright. So that made no sense. Perfect.

How to deal with this. Avoid eye contact? No they were already doing that. Music? Earbuds were in the car damnit. Oh-

Humor.

"So, is this gonna be done by my lunch break, because I have some tofu in the fridge I really can't let sit too long. Last time that happened I had to quarantine for a few months and oh boy-"

Their words faded the more they talked, nerves increasing by the moment.

Alright so no jokes. Tough crowd.

"Are you going to fire me? Becuase if so I quit first."

That made Wiford let out a hearty laugh, a few others joining in with small chuckled. Even the monochrome ones lips tilted up slightly, his expression having been stony untill now.

"Fire you? Why of course not! On the contrary sugar! Here, have some candy."

Before (Y/n) could say anything in retaliation a lollipop was shoved forcefully in their mouth. They gagged on it slightly, muffling out a 'hey!' as the sweet flavor coated their tounge.

Wilford just winked.

Host quietly narrated their flushed face with a slight tilt of his head.

They worked the treat around with their tounge, successfully muted as Wilford continued to go on a rant, pacing around the room and its inhabitants. Tossing out reasons why he had called them all up here with the occasional off topic discussion.

"-ut (Y/n) we were wondering if you'd like to come work in our building! On Warfstashe Tonight to be specific." He finally finished, filling with his suspenders and leaning down to look them in the eye with half closed lids.

He was so close, they could have stuck him in the eye with the end of their lollipop stick—and honestly was thinking about it just to see what would happen. So thank god for Host.

"The Host feels a bit neglected when Wilford fails to mention his podcast."

"Yeah, what The Host said. I'm Bim Trimmer! The Bim Trimmer! I need a mic guy too for my show about me! Bim!"

"They could help me with my diagnosis'. It's always more fun to tell people that their dying with an audience."

"I-I have no-o use f-for a us-seless huma-an."

Fuck you too blue shirt guy.

"Settle now." The dark man said again. Wait, dark? Dark.

(Y/n) thought someone had called him that. Strange name. However, it fit them.

"Wilford I recommend you stop playing with this poor human and get on with it. We can all figure out a schedule later. We've already confused them enough."

"You're no fun Darky." Wilford pouted, snatching the lollipop right out of (Y/n)'s mouth and placing it in his own. He sighed as he walked away, licking it at his leisure.

They blinked at the unsanitary action.

"But fiiiiine. Meeting dismissed. That means you too bubblegum. I can escort you out to your car if you'd like."

The pinkette was smiling at them innocently while twirling the spit coated treat around in his hand. But with the way Wilford looked them up and down they felt like he wanted to do more than just escort them to their car.

By now most of the other members at the table had gotten up to leave, shuffling around and making small talk amongst themselves. Not many spared an extra glance at (Y/n). Which they were thankful for. Their head was already spinning a little.

"Uh, no thanks Wilford. I'll just go back to my erm, building now." They declined his offer as politely as possible.

"You have some important tofu waiting for you if I'm not mistaken." Dark smoothed down his suit as he stood up, red and blue iris' boring into (Y/n)s own as he spoke. They had forgotten he was even there, which unnerved them a little. Silent guy.

"Uh, yes. Yes. That's it. Mhm yes totally. Tofu. I'll go get that and then I'll just- see what's left to do around here." (Y/n) stuffed their hands into their pockets, already starting to inch towards the door stiffly.

Wilford whined once or twice. But the glass door slammed in his face before any real words could make it out of his mouth, (Y/n)s pace increasing as they sped walked away with eyes as big as dinner plates.

They mentally thanked Dark for an opportunity out of there. They had never had trouble socializing in any sort of way, but in that room being offered so many promotions—could they even be called promotions if you're just thrust into the job—it felt more like they were being cooed and ogled at by a bunch of higher beings. Mainly Wilford.

But- whatever. They would do their research. The deranged Willy Wonka theory didn't seem too crazy anymore.

For now though–

–they were really craving a lollipop.

233 notes · View notes

indouloureux · 2 years

Note

request. there’s a house party at yours but it’s been taken over by the popular kids and now ur seeking refuge in your room. evidently eddie munson is already there

oh hey ari [wink squelches]

the loud sound stops when you enter your room and slam the door loudly behind you. it renders the music muffled from the thick walls, allowing you to breathe after having to hold your breath for almost an hour between sweaty teenagers and spilt fruit punch.

you run a hand through your hair, sweaty from the amount of heat living bodies produce downstairs at the living room. you wipe the sticky substance off your face, coming over to sit on your bed and hopefully the soft comforter actually gives you comfort.

"hey,"

you yell, heart beating out of your chest, ears registering that the sound has come from your right — to the window. where you whip your head and see eddie munson with a cigarette between his lips, clad in a leather jacket and black denims. the open window blows the hair out of his face, curls mingling with the smoke he emits.

"hi," your hand leaves your chest, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "what are you doing here?"

"needed to smoke," eddie shrugs, leaving the fag in his pink mouth, speech muffled into a lisp at the bothering item. "couldn't smoke without accidentally burning someone down there, can't we?"

you laugh, even though you think it's not at all that funny. "right."

"what about you?" he leaves the window, removing his cigarette, ruined sneakers meeting your floor but never sitting opposite of you. "it's your party, isn't it? what are you doing here?"

"some assholes came and took over the party. now i've got two vases broken," you run a hand down your face, hopefully rubbing the slight anger off. "couldn't even let me go to my kitchen to drink a glass of my water."

his rings clink when he pushes his hair back, bangs falling back to it's place down on his forehead, kinks all tangled and dry, but it fits him well. eddie gives you a short chuckle, finally sitting down on the bed in a small bounce. "that's what happens when you host a party."

"remind me never to host one again."

this time you both laugh, finding your comment risible as you both fill the space in mutual seclusion. "hey you're uh, (y/n), right? the one who allows underage drinking in their parties?"

your eyebrows furrow, looking away from him to be in thought. "no, that's — that's carol. one of steve harrington's friends? i don't let minors in here." you see him nod on your peripherals. "what about you? you're the drug dealer, right?"

the question is futile because you know who he is, but you only hope to match his vibe. eddie munson's metallic and freakish hair is easily recognizable, the intrinsic element to his mien that names him unique amongst the pretentious crowd.

and he's secretly happy you recognized him as a drug dealer than a freak.

"yeah, uh, that's me," he takes a long hit, puffing the smoke into the air inside your bedroom. "eddie munson at your service. although, don't tell everyone i'm a drug dealer,"

his smile is wide and infectious, white teeth glaring back at yours before his lips come around his cigarette, though not being sucked. "noted," you tell him, patting down your skirt.

you dismiss the way his eyes flit down to where your hands pat your skirt, clothing just above your knee but appears halfway down your thigh when sat down. eddie scans you, the glint on his eyes deeming amorous. but when they come back up to yours, he seed your own eyeing his cigarette.

eddie removes takes it out, offers it to you. "wanna try?"

though as you eye it suspiciously, you nod with lips tugged downwards. "yeah, why not. think i might need it anyway."

he guides your head to his awaiting cigarette, placing your lips to where his used to be in an indirect kiss. eddie tells you to inhale, makes a cooing sound of appraise when you do, and takes it off your frowning lips.

"shit," he laughs when you cough the smoke violently to his face, the tobacco evading your mouth and possibly your throat as it seeps down to your lungs. "damn, munson."

like a drunken motive (but really he lets his thoughts win), eddie's hand comes up to push your hair behind your ear and admire your gradually relaxing face, cheek melting into his touch. his metal skulls send shiver down your spine as it meets your hot flesh, and you wonder if maybe's he's got more than a cigarette to give you.

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

#eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #blurb #joseph quinn #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn fanfiction

335 notes · View notes

wildgirllz · 2 years

Note

yea so.

HOPPER SMUT PLEASE. PLEASE

like mayb u help him destress ? not a lot of thought put around it ik

IDK BUT 😻🤞🤞

ty ❤️❤️

Wonderful. Thank you for the request!

You walk into your shared home with hopper, and look around to try and find El. With a quick peek in the kitchen, you see a note El wrote saying, “At Max house. Having a sleepover!” The improvements in her writing and dialogue brought a smile to your face as you walk around trying to find Hopper.

“Hopper, honey?” You walk to your room and see hopper hunched over his desk. “What’s wrong baby?” You ask before gently placing your hands on his broad shoulders. “Long day.” He mumbles, and you sigh, bending down next to him.

“Well let’s take a break, eh?” He groans softly and takes your tiny hand in comparison to his as you lead him to your bed. He’s already in sweats and a navy blue t-shirt. It’s not loose, but not tight. It fits him perfectly and the way his arms and stomach show, defined by the thin shirt makes you want to drool.

He sits on the edge of the bed, legs on the floor, with you behind him on your knees softly rubbing his shoulders. “Wanna talk about it?” You offer, but he shakes his head and plants light open mouthed kisses to your working hands.

You run your hands up and down his slightly hunched back and he lets out quiet sigh. “Maybe I can help you release all that tension, hmm?” You offer, a smirk pulling at both of yours’s lips.

“That would be nice, darling.” The pet names he used never made that excited feeling in the pit of your stomach diminish. “Lay down for me.” You whisper, biting at his earlobes gently as he falls gently into the mattress.

You tug his sweats down and signal for him to pull off his shirt. Once he’s completely naked, you gif and his length a couple of times before crawling down to lick a stripe up his thick length.

A deep groan erupts from him as you lick up his slit, and focus on stimulating his tip. His head is burrowed in your pillows as soft whimpers and groans leave his mouth. Slowly you attempt to take more of his length into your mouth, but you’ve never been able to take as much as you would like because of hoppers size.

After a bit of teasing, hopper grabs your face and pulls you back up. “Darling, don’t be such a tease. I need you so fucking bad, honey.” You grin at his words and remove your pants and underwear. Hopper taking off your shirt and unclasping your bra.

Hopper looks mesmerized by your tits, to the point you have to remind him of the current events taking place. Hopper easily grabs your hips and positions you right over his throbbing length.

The head of his member swipes through your folds a couple of times, causing you to whiny an buck your hips forward. “Be patient, darling” he reassures, and slowly helps you sink down onto his cock.

You wince at the stretch he causes, and he throws his head back in a groan. After giving you a second to adjust, his hips start slamming into yours at an unruly pace.

You feel like he’s splitting you in half as your body goes numb and you can’t control your trembling legs. Before your head has the chance to fall back his large hand grips your chin with a bruising force. “Look at me, don’t take your eyes off me darling. I wanna watch that pretty cunt come undone all over me.”

His words are all you need before your eyes roll back in your head and your orgasm unfolds. His groans grow louder because your clenching count isn’t giving him any space to move. His thrusts become sloppy as he reaches his orgasm.

He pushes his cock as deep into you as possible, filling your tight cunt up. “Oh my god peach, oh you feel incredible. I swear this body was made just for me.” His mumbles of ongoing praises calm you down as you fall onto his chest.

“I’m gonna pull out now darling.” He says, and you reach for his shoulders and silently beg for him to stay inside you for the night. He gives in, letting you both fall asleep in your own sticky mess.

———————————————————————

Hopper makes me go feral istg. I put my heart, soul, and coochie into this fic.

#jim hopper #jim hopper smut #hopper smut #jim hopper x reader #hopper x reader #stranger things smut #jim hopper fluff

358 notes · View notes

nyangtokkiz · 1 year

Text

Tether (Atsushi Nakajima x Akutagawa Ryuunosuke)

Words like thank you. A promise to have each other’s backs next time, too. A reminder that they were here. That they stayed alive again. That I’m here, if you need me. We’re in this together always.

You have me.

Read on AO3

There’s a bug by the door.

Akutagawa is sitting on some dirty motel floor, bleeding out, wounds all over his body, and there’s a bug by the door.

It’s been caught in a cobweb, thin legs scrambling to get out of the sticky restraints. Akutagawa stares at it blearily, pointedly ignoring how his vision was starting to spin, and tries to search his brain for a metaphor.

He snorts instead. Closes his eyes. Lets his head fall back against the wall.

He’s bleeding out.

“What’s so funny?”

Listens to the sound of shuffling and muffled traffic.

“I’m bleeding out.”

He peeks one eye open, watching as bare skin and white hair fill his vision. The hand that he was pressing against the deepest wound in a sad attempt to stop the bleeding is suddenly pried away, replaced with a white cloth that the blood immediately soaks into.

Akutagawa internally winces at the thought of having to wash that.

“Wasn’t aware you and Dazai-san had the same humor now.”

He ignores the annoyed response, noting the concealed panic. He busies himself with trying to shift in place instead, finding that his other leg was now numb, then regrets it immediately when a flash of pain twinges up his spine. Fuck.

Atsushi sends him a sharp glare. Pinches his numb leg. “Stop moving.”

Akutagawa glares back weakly. “My leg is numb.”

“Akutagawa, you’re bleeding out. Just shut up. Quiet. Nothing from you until I stop the bleeding.”

And so Atsushi patches him up, just like he's done for every other mission, and Akutagawa loses himself to the sound of his partner’s labored breathing and worried glances. Akutagawa tries to reassure him. He wasn’t dying. They both know this. There’s no reason for Atsushi to look so panicked. He’s really had worse than this.

No words come out of his mouth.

Atsushi had worked quickly, but it still takes them a couple minutes to relocate from the floor to the bed due to the fear of reopening any stitches. Once they’re finally close enough, he gets propped up on two single beds pushed together.

(In his almost feverish state, Akutagawa scrambles his brain for when Atsushi had the time to move the beds. Distantly remembers a double bed when they first checked in.

Wonders when they started booking one bed rooms.)

Atsushi is still shirtless when he comes back from washing whatever he could in the bathroom, hands wringing a hand towel tinted in pink and blotches of red. They meet eyes, and both of them shiver when a cold draft filters into the room from the slightly ajar window.

He breaks Atsushi’s gaze and turns to eye the white dress shirt discarded to the side. It was completely soaked in blood, so it was an unspoken rule that it was to be burned later. There was no hope of saving it.

In the back of his mind, he thinks of the bug.

“Put something on.”

Atsushi snickers, but doesn’t look up from where he’s busy wrapping the spare bandages around his wrists. (Un)fortunately, years of fighting had resulted in Atsushi being leaner, broader, more defined. He wasn’t all big muscles, but there was a certain strength to Atsushi now that he’s gotten more confident.

And he sees this again in the way Atsushi looks up and smirks-

“Want me to waltz down to a family friendly store like this to buy us clothes and buy you some candy too?”

Akutagawa stiffens. Forces his gaze away for the second time in less than a minute.

“Idiot. I meant my coat.” Atsushi snorts, but dutifully follows his order. The next words come out of his mouth before he can stop it. “If you catch a cold, who's going to take care of you? I’m clearly out of commission.”

“Huh. That implies that if you were fine, you’d be taking care of me.”

“You see anyone else here?”

Akutagawa fires back, easily, quickly, but he prays to any god out there that his voice wasn’t as shaky as he thinks. Some morbid part of him hopes he lost enough blood to the point that a blush wasn’t possible.

Atsushi doesn’t answer, but Akutagawa does see him grin. He watches as his white haired partner picks up his coat— tattered around the edges, but it was still in a condition good enough that it was wearable— slipping in one arm at a time.

It fits him perfectly.

(Akutagawa knows this. He’s seen him wear it a hundred times.)

(But fuck, it’s different when they’re not in battle.)

So, for the third time that night, he looks away.

Seconds later, the bed dips. The weight wasn’t enough to jostle him, but it was there. Calming. Grounding. Atsushi sits near his legs, facing the window as he fiddles with their emergency phone. “Get some rest. I’ll keep guard until they come pick us up.”

“Taking them an awful long time.”

“They’re your goons.”

“Ngh.” Akutagawa simply grunts in reply, forgetting that the Port Mafia was leading this mission. The lines have been blurring too much lately.

It takes a couple more minutes for him to rest comfortably, the adrenaline from the battle and staying alive still thrumming in his veins. He’s sure Atsushi feels it too, with how the other shifts and stands and sits back down again, but he never suggests they get up and get back to base on their own.

(Or Atsushi could just leave him here. Get back on his own. Akutagawa could wait by himself like he’s done a million times before. They both know this, but none of them acknowledge it.)

So Akutagawa yawns when the inevitable wave of fatigue from a battle and sleepiness washes over him. Doesn’t fight it like he would have a year or two ago. Lets his eyes slip shut. If he focused enough, he could hear Atsushi tapping his foot against the floor impatiently.

“Wake me in 15. Switch on lookout.”

“Mhm.”

“Atsushi.”

He feels more than he hears the responding chuckle. Lets the sounds soak into his weary bones. Feels a finger poke at his leg in reprimand. “I’ll wake you. Get some rest, Akutagawa.”

And so he does. He sleeps, and he trusts in his partner to keep him safe while he’s in a vulnerable state.

But the next time he wakes up, it’s not in 15 minutes. It’s not to the dirty motel room with a bug trapped in a cobweb by the door. It’s not to his bloodied, battered, and bruised post-fight body.

It’s to the beeping of a heart monitor.

He sees the white room, the white sheets, the white professionally wrapped bandages around his wounds, and he sighs. The Port Mafia guards by the door glance at him and confirm he’s awake, but they stay in their position.

It’s not long before he spots the cup on the bedside table as well, and the faint scent of fresh jasmine tea is enough to make him groan.

“Stupid,” is what he says, but his heart sings another word. A smile desperately tries to claw its way to his lips, but he pushes it down and smothers his face in a pillow to make sure it behaves.

He’s unbelievably annoyed at Atsushi for not waking him up so they could switch on keeping guard. God knows how long it took for his useless subordinates to come for them. He’s really fucking annoyed. He is.

He’s…

Slipping his hand under the pillow that his head was resting on, it doesn’t take long for him to find the chipped and hanging by a thread outdated smartphone. The thing was on the verge of death, but it was reliable for missions.

His fingers type fast, but there’s a slight shake to them that he steadfastly ignores.

To: ADA Nakajima Atsushi I told you to wake me.

The reply takes less than a second.

From: ADA Nakajima Atsushi oops. my bad.

It’s not like his crush on Atsushi was a secret.

No, in fact, he hasn’t really tried to hide it either. It was a bit of a surprise when he realized his heart pumped just a tiny bit faster when the weretiger was around, but it was something he’d come to accept as easily as fish in water.

After all, they’ve been through too much already.

It’s been long since the truce started. It hadn’t been easy at first, though: he and Atsushi fought constantly, got on each other’s nerves, miscommunicated, and made decisions (mostly Atsushi) that troubled the other (mostly Akutagawa) greatly.

And they did try to kill each other more than once. That was something pretty hard to forget.

But despite it all, they were the New Double Black. They were partners.

So in time, things eventually changed.

(Maybe it was the thousands of near death experiences and saving each other’s asses that helped him accept the revelation easily. Maybe it was the steady weight of a body supporting him as they limped back home. Maybe it was the smell of antiseptic and the press of warm calloused fingers patching him up. Maybe it was the times when there was the smell of fresh jasmine tea wafting in through an ajar door— gently waking him from the nightmares that chained his body to bed.)

(Maybe it was the day-afters, when they’ve finished up the job and written all the reports. When a nod meant a million things. A thank you. A promise to have each other’s backs next time, too. A reminder that they were here. That they stayed alive. That I’m here, if you need me. We’re in this together now.)

(You have me.)

And Akutagawa wasn’t one to trust easily, no, he’s learned his lesson with that. Akutagawa wasn’t one to just accept that he maybe (totally) had the biggest crush on his ex enemy turned partner. But apparently, things change when it comes to Atsushi.

Things like... the comfort of his own bed.

He doesn’t exactly miss the hard, smelly, cramped motel beds, god no. Not the overly large, luxurious, rose scented round beds the Port Mafia provide when they had the time and the money either. But lately, Akutagawa finds himself unsettled when he gets home from back to back week long missions. Not like before, when he all but collapses in relief every time he got the chance to be in the safety of his own apartment.

He does his usual routine; he calls Gin, assures her he’s okay and that he’ll visit soon. He takes a long, long hot bath with as many bath bombs as possible. He curls up in his favorite reading chair with a cup of jasmine tea. He indulges in splurging for an expensive painting he’s been eyeing for months.

But it still felt wrong. Even the tea tasted wrong. Jesus.

So by the time Akutagawa finally crawls into bed, the sun is crawling up the horizon, and his back and eyes are aching from the amount of reports he distracted himself with. But as soon as he gets under the covers, fully intending to sleep the restlessness away, he’s hit with a wave of... something.

Something he hasn’t felt for a very long time. Something he had gotten better at dealing with before, but it seemed as if he was back to square one now. Something he detested, something he hated, no matter how much he liked being alone at times.

Loneliness-

beep beep beep beep

Akutagawa startles. Stares at the ceiling in confusion.

The noises happens again not even less than a second later, and it takes his fatigue muddled brain about 5 seconds to realize that oh shit, that was his phone. The one that wasn’t for missions.

This time he sits up, and swipes it off the nightstand.

From: ADA Nakajima Atsushi haha you

From: ADA Nakajima Atsushi [Video: a cat hissing and then happily licking a finger and then hissing again.]

Akutagawa squints at the message, then blinks.

What about him?

He doesn’t reply, but the video was cute, so he lies back down and curls on his side and plays the video over and over again. Drags his thumb against the screen gently. Clicks play again.

Distantly, he ponders on the fact that Atsushi was awake. He wonders if he’s unsettled as he was.

Then, as if summoned, his phone rings.

He presses answer and speaks first. “Why are you awake?”

Silence. Then, “why are you awake?”

“I asked first.”

“Well, I asked second.”

Akutagawa rolls his eyes. “You’re acting like a child.” No answer. “Are you sticking your tongue out right now?”

“No.” A scoff. Akutagawa knows he’s lying. “Did you finish your report?”

And so, they talk about work, because that’s all they ever seem to do. And just as the first rays of sunshine slither through the slits in his curtains, Akutagawa starts to doze off. His head lols forward slowly then jerks back up, catching himself at the very last second. Atsushi’s mindless chatter can be heard throughout the entire room— Akutagawa put him on speaker an hour ago— but he can hear the other’s speech slurring. Like he was fighting sleep too.

Akutagawa should tell him to shut up, that he lost track of what he was talking about maybe thirty minutes ago, but he then finds that he's too tired to move his mouth. So he lets Atsushi blabber on, and situates the phone beside his head.

It was oddly familiar.

(He can’t count on one hand how many times they’ve fallen asleep next to each other. He also can’t remember when he’s gotten used to it.)

Just as the short hand on the clock brushes against the number six, Atsushi’s voice finally lulls him to the sleep that they both so desperately needed after weeks of risking their lives.

This time, his chest finally settles.

“Are you stupid?!”

Akutagawa paces back and forth, eyes staring daggers at Atsushi who was hanging off the side of a 30 storey building, fully intent on climbing all the way to the top.

“Maybe I am!” Atsushi bites back just as harsh, teeth gritting as he pulls himself up. Rashoumon buzzes restlessly, almost as if she was going to dart out and save Atsushi herself if Akutagawa wasn’t going to do it.

Akutagawa reminds himself again that he couldn’t. He had another job to do. Atsushi had a job to do. He couldn’t- now wasn’t the time to-

“Akutagawa!”

He’s jeopardizing the missio-

“Ryuunosuke, you fucking idiot! Get it together!”

He startles at the use of his first name, mouth gaping at Atsushi. “Did you just-“

“You need to move! We have to get there at the same time, remember?! You need to go.”

Akutagawa opens his mouth to reply, but then Atsushi’s claws fumble on the edge for the slightest second and his heart is jumping to his throat.

Once he steadies himself, Atsushi shakes his head, but he isn’t looking at Akutagawa.

Rashoumon— frozen halfway between the two— slowly slinks back to his coat, and Akutagawa has half the mind to note that he activated her unconsciously.

“I’ll be fine.”

It’s almost a reflex when he replies, “I know.”

But I still worry is left unsaid.

“Go,” Atsushi tells him again, gentler this time, but Akutagawa still hesitates.

He was stuck. He couldn’t move.

Distantly, he thinks, this is what that fucking bug felt.

They’ve done this a hundred, maybe a thousand times now. This isn’t the first time Atsushi did something that had the possibility of costing him his life. It wasn’t Akutagawa's first time either. This was the normal. Every mission, they risk their lives. Every mission could be the last. One of them could die right now. They could both die right now.

(He knows this. They know this. They’ve known this even before they were partners. So why-)

(Why was it so hard to go?)

Say it.

“Atsushi, I-“

“Go, Akutagawa.” Atsushi looked angry now, fangs and claws extending, stance defensive.

But on top of that, he looked desperate. He looked as desperate as Akutagawa felt, eyes swimming with emotion Akutagawa only allowed himself to have a glimpse of before.

He shoves down the urge to look away.

“Please.”

And so their eyes meet properly, and it’s in that split second that Akutagawa finally understands.

With every bit of strength that he had, he turns on his heel and runs.

Not now.

They complete the mission.

Of course they do. They were the New Double Black.

They’re successful, but each step that Akutagawa takes is heavier than the last.

His body is heavy, bones aching and wounds stinging, but his eyes frantically search through the rubble. There’s still fire from the previous bomb, and Akutagawa fears it’s going to find some gas to cling onto and cause another explosion.

He runs faster.

Thankfully, not a minute later, he finds him. Of course he does.

He quickly spots the mix of white and black on the edge of the forest, right where the explosion ended, and the weight that lifts from Akutagawa’s shoulders at the sight of Atsushi is enough for him to get there in mere seconds.

He’s awake when Akutagawa steps into his line of vision.

Their gazes meet.

“Told you I’d be fine.”

I know. Is what he wants to say. The words bubble in his throat, but they don’t come out.

However, it’s at that moment, that Akutgawa finds it in himself to laugh. It’s a short, abrupt laugh, and it’s pained. Atsushi blinks at him, startled. It’s the first time he’s laughed openly in front of him.

They’ve done this a hundred times before, but it’s the first time he’s let the fear of losing Atsushi actually consume him. He had been scared. He still is.

But he’s an idiot. They both were.

So Akutagawa breathes in deeply— once, twice— and then lets himself fall.

This time, the wave of emotions doesn't wash over him slowly. Instead, it punches him straight in the chest, quite literally knocking the breath out of him. His knees wobble, and he was the less injured one, but Atsushi’s fast reflexes still let him manage to catch Akutagawa when he crumbles to the ground.

He’s bleeding out.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke slumps forward, and finds home in the crook of Nakajima Atsushi’s neck.

His heart is bleeding out.

Atsushi freezes in place at first, stiffening at the foreign feeling of a warm body pressed so close— the warm body of his ex-enemy no less— but he melts into the embrace just as fast as he hesitated.

It’s quiet for a few seconds, until a hand tentatively curls around the back of his neck.

“No dramatic confessions when we’re on the verge of death, alright? Don’t do that.”

A laugh bubbles out Akutagawa’s throat again.

This time, it’s unintentional, and it’s filled with disbelief. Atsushi keeps trying to pull back to look at him, presumably to look at his laughing face, but Akutagawa stays firmly rooted to his hiding place. Shuts his eyes and presses his forehead against a collarbone. Not yet.

“Would you have let it end like that, then?”

“Huh?”

“If one of us had died.” He says it bluntly, like the words didn’t stick a sharp knife straight to his heart and twisted. “If we had both died. Would you have been fine with-“

“I knew.” Atsushi whispers, and time stills. “Even if you didn’t say it— even if you don’t ever say it— I knew. I know.” Then he stops, as if embarrassed, but continues, almost shyly, “and... I hope you do too.”

Akutagawa begs his heart to stop beating so fast. It was embarrassing. Atsushi could probably feel it with how close they were pressed together. His hands were shaking too, he could feel it. They both could. The fingers intertwining with his and squeezing proved so.

God, you idiot. I do.

(So, Akutagawa leans in close, closer than they’ve ever been, and warm calloused fingers trail up to cup heated porcelain skin. The hand at his hair tightens, and they press closer and closer— as if the world would end if they so much as left an inch between them.)

(He uses his own lips to press words that he wants to say and will say over and over again onto pink chapped lips. Words like thank you. A promise to have each other’s backs next time, too. A reminder that they were here. That they stayed alive again. That I’m here, if you need me. We’re in this together always.)

(And finally, you have me, as I have you.)

#shin soukoku #atsuaku #bungo stray dogs

44 notes · View notes

sibyl-of-space · 7 months

Text

I had a bad day today that turned into a very good day. I was feeling very much like I haven't written a single note of good original music since I left grad school 4 months ago, and like I'm never going to write anything good ever again now that I'm no longer in school surrounded by musicians and composers 24/7. But thanks to the power of friendship and the power of never throwing anything away ever, I am feeling much better now!

I DMed a bunch of my school friends and it helped so much. I was stuck writing a good bassline, so I DMed a composer-bassist friend and asked him to send me some of his favorite basslines he's written, and he sent me a shitload and also offered to talk to me about his writing process. I DMed 3 other composer friends and asked if they've had similar troubles since leaving school and what has helped for them. All 3 had completely different relationships to the problem but talked honestly about their successes and their struggles and what they had to say helped a lot. I might end up doing a monthly prompt sharing/concrit thing with one of them! And I made a promise to myself to see a live performance at a local venue at least once a month, after talking with another one of them.

I also spent like 2 hours rearranging my room. I took a big second monitor I never use off of my desk and put a crate there and filled it with all of my notes, scores, music books, and other reference materials from all of my undergrad and graduate education, organized and labeled with sticky notes. I finally re-adjusted the height of my MIDI keyboard so it feels better to play. I went through all of my old notes and reminded myself about all of the different resources that I've accumulated over the past decade+.

So now I'm at my desk again, which feels much better, listening to gamelan videos of the group I used to play with in undergrad and following along with the notes I still have from my time playing there, and remembering that playing with other people was so much fun. I feel more reconnected with other artists, even though I still don't really have a community where I am now (yet). It felt good to talk to my friends from school and remember that I can still rely on them even though we aren't physically close anymore, and it feels good to remember that I have so much material I can always reference for the rest of my life because I take awesome notes and keep things forever.

Anyway, I'm still not gonna write anything tonight probably because I'm a bit tired from all of this, but I feel in much better shape to write things and be creative in the future.

#personal

2 notes · View notes

youcancallmesarid · 2 years

Note

Hey! So, since we have not much kaiju 8 content I wanted to request something: How about some Fluff with Hoshina? I've been into watercolour painting a lot lately, so how about an s/o who wants to come with the perfect painting just to give it to him? Something of the sort, if it's alright ^^

Also I wanted to wish you luck on writing stories... Im sure they'll turn out great and as you practice you'll get more confident and improve on them, so I hope to see you (and request other things) in the future! 🍀

Thank you and remember to stay hydrated!

- ❄️

Hello! I apologize for the late upload, but here's your request! It might not be as good as you expect, but I hope it's still good enough :) If I made any mistakes, you are free to give off your constructive criticism.

______________________________________________________________

It has been a while since Hoshina and Y/n have spent some actual bonding time together due to Hoshina being busy with his occupation, but that gave Y/n the opportunity to create a painting as a gift just for him. They have been working on it for quite a while now, but now they have finally finished, now only thinking about how to give it to him, as they wanted to make it more special.

they then went outside of their shared home to take a breather. Perhaps an idea may come to their mind while taking a walk. As they were walking around the area, they came across a store containing sticky notes and saw a child holding a treasure chest-looking side-bag beside the sticky notes, giving an idea on how they'll gift the painting to Hoshina.

They quickly went into the store to Purchase some sticky notes and went home. Once they arrived, they started writing down on the sticky notes and posting them around their shared home, starting from the wall beside the front door to make the sticky note noticeable. The rest lead all the way to their shared bedroom, which was not very far.

An hour later, Hoshina arrives home from work. However, his s/o wasn't there to greet him like usual, so he thought they were probably still taking a nap, but he noticed that the house was quiet, not the usual silence he was used to, but there was something different about it. As he was taking off his shoes to replace them with his house slippers, a sticky note was in the corner of his eye.

The note said, "Your soft violet hair that reminds me of a violet gladiolus, gives off such a pleasant smell that one cannot help but bury themselves in it." He chuckles.

Then he saw another note "Your red eyes that I can't help but look into, burn with determination and passion."

"Your body that always gives me the sweetest and loveliest of hugs, especially when I feel down, is filled with scars from all the battles you've been through."

"Your strong will to protect those around you, even if you had to sacrifice yourself, always had the room to make me feel like the happiest person that ever existed."

"I could go on and on about all the things I love about you, but there's so many I could never write it down nor tell you myself. So instead, I decided to put it into a portrait."

The last note said, which was right on the door to their bedroom. Hoshina opened the door to find a portrait of himself. On the painting, he had a small but peaceful and genuine smile plastered across his face with his wearing a tattered version of his uniform, showing both old and new scars as violet gladioli and white heather flowers adorned the floor with the sun setting down on him in the background.

Hoshina adorns a look of awe and admiration, enamored by the beauty of the painting. He stayed silent, thankful that he was blessed with such a talented and loving s/o.

Y/n appears by the bedroom door, looking at him nervously "so..? Do you like the painting..?" Hoshina turns around and embraces them in his arms "thank you, I'll cherish this for the rest of my life, and I promise to protect you until my last breath so that you can be happy." He declares, pressing his forehead against his s/o's "Just don't die on me, alright? I can't be completely happy if one of my greatest joys is gone forever."

"no promises" Hoshina teases.

Y/n steps on his foot as he chuckles in return. The couple continued to hold each other in silence, relishing the moment.

#kaiju no. 8 #xreader #soshiro hoshina x reader #kaiju no. 8 x reader #manga #manga x reader #'

43 notes · View notes

sweetdemonbakery · 2 years

Text

Pancakes for Breakfast (top gainer POV)

Contains: feeding, blowjob (top receives), rimming (top receives)

"You need to stay low, you're starting to block the TV." I pushed down on Benny's head to move him lower towards my shaft. "Mmm, that's better."

Once it seemed like he knew where he was supposed to be, I moved my hand back into the bowl of chips I had Benny bring me earlier. With my other hand, I directed his hand towards my belly, so he could continue to rub it while he serviced me.

This had become our nighttime ritual for the past couple of weeks. Benny prepares my favorite meal in the kitchen and brings it over to the TV where I spend most of my time now. I let him feed me my food while he rubs my belly. And once I'm full, he brings me dessert while I feed him his favorite meal.

It wasn't always like this. We moved in together a few months ago, and like any other couple, you start to learn things about each other. Like how I really can't be bothered with any of the housework, and how much Benny enjoys my growing dadbod. It actually works out great. I get to relax on the couch while he takes cares of me. Any calories I don't spend on cleaning all go towards my hairy belly, which he can't get enough of for some reason. The only thing he might love more than rubbing my stuffed belly is servicing me between my legs. One time during dinner, I took the rest of his dinner off his plate and scarfed it down in one go. I just stroked my cock through my pants and jokingly said, "Hey, if you want me bigger, all the food in the house can go to me. I'll make sure you get your nutrients another way." Of course I was kidding and I still let the kid eat, but ever since then, he'd happily let me take half his dinner plate. And I did good on my promise to feed him too.

On that note, I take my eyes off the TV for a brief moment to look down on my devoted boyfriend sucking on my cock like his life depends on it. He's so adorable. "Here it comes," I brush my hand past his cheek, and move to the back of his head, pushing his head in while I start cumming down his throat. Benny starts moaning and sucking it all down before stumbling backwards and gasping for air. "Thank you," he mumbles sheepishly and he gets back on his knees to clean me up, he knows I don't like staying sticky for long. "Mhm," my eyes are back on the TV, "once you're done there, I could use another beer before you help me to bed."

---

I stumbled into the bedroom, with Benny under my arm, his skinny frame trying its best to help me to the mattress. "Oof," the mattress creaks under my weight, "urrrp, 'scuse me." I may have a big appetite, but I still have my manners. The room is dimly lit with one lamp in the corner, I look down and find Benny kneeling between my legs, completely smitten by the furry sphere between my legs. It's nice to see him enjoying himself. My belly growls and I'm reminded I have some needs that Benny has to attend to. "Hey, come on," I chuckle and motion for him to join me in bed, "you'll have plenty of time to rub my belly once I'm asleep."

With my legs still facing the foot of the bed, Benny gets behind me and starts working on my shoulders. Sitting on the couch all day tends to make me a bit stiff. I lean over to the bedside table and grab the fruit that's been laid out. I've been having Benny prepare snacks to keep next to the bed. Ever since my appetite has grown, I realized I've gotten cranky more easily when my belly isn't immediately filled. It's just better for everyone if there's food prepared around the house. I ask Benny about his day between bites, he tells me about his day at work while I finish off the rest of my fruit bowl. Halfway through one of his stories, I start zoning out and start planning how the rest of the night will go, "Urrrp, help me get on my stomach, gently, I'm still full from dinner." Benny stops his story immediately and moves by my side, helping me get into a comfortable position, and stuffing a pillow under my chin. Ah, nice and cool, just how I like it. Once I'm well situated, he gets behind me to continue the massage. There's a long pause that makes me smirk. He's so predictable. "Hmm? What's the matter?" I tauntingly wiggle my ass at him, and hear him breath in deeply, right on cue. I lean my head down into the pillow, "you can rub it if you want to." Right away, I feel my boyfriend's soft, warm hands caressing my cheeks. That was a new discovery for the both of us. I guess all that sitting on the couch has helped my backside expand a bit too. I started noticing more and more how much Benny loved it, and it was always fun to tease him. I didn't let him know, but secretly, this was one of my favorite parts of the night too - well, leading up to my favorite part.

Feeling a bit impatient, I decided to help Benny out, and slid off my tight underwear, revealing my hairy cheeks. Benny eagerly pulled off my underwear and spread my legs a little wider. I felt him pause again. God, this boy needs so much encouragement. "It’s okay, you can lick it if you want to." I reach my hand back and pull one cheek a bit to the side. Thankfully, Benny does the rest of the work, so my hand can go back to resting. I feel his soft tongue get to work, making me moan a bit. My cheeks have grown a bit too much, and I have to take extra effort to make sure I can feel Benny in there. "Deeper Benny," I mutter between moans. I feel him pull back to hear me better, "Hmm?" I roll my eyes and reach my hand to the back of his head, shoving his face in. "I said, I need you deeper." I enunciate clearly this time, pushing myself up on my knees so that he has a better position to please me. I feel Benny struggle a bit from the suddenness, but he quickly adapts. "Yeah, you're fine, keep going." With Benny firmly in place, I reach my hand back under my belly to begin stroking my growing cock. It must be hard to breath back there, but I'm getting closer, and to be honest, I don't really care. Maybe that makes me a bad boyfriend, but I think Benny likes it when I treat him like an object sometimes, and I definitely enjoy these moments. I push Benny out, and turn to my side while I stroke faster and faster. By this point, Benny knows what to do, and gets back between my legs. I wrap his head between my thighs and start pumping, his face between my crotch and the mattress. With the little energy he has left, he grabs onto my cheeks from behind and continues to massage my ass. That does it. I release my load deep down his throat, pumping my hips over and over again until there's none left for him to swallow.

I'm exhausted. Holding that position even briefly for Benny to get back under my crotch is getting more and more tiring. I'll have to think of something different so it’s more comfortable for me. I feel Benny trying to shift underneath me, but I always get so sleepy after cumming. "Hmm?" I hear him begin to speak, but with my legs still over him and my cock in his mouth, I can barely make it out. "Sorry babe, just...tell me in the morning..." I shift my pillow a bit and begin drifting off to sleep. I wonder what I'll have Benny make tomorrow, maybe some pancakes for breakfast...

#maleweightgain

11 notes · View notes