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crybaby-bkg · 1 year

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a slight continuation of this

no caller ID pops on your screen, pulling your attention away from your previous task at hand: not fucking up your eyeliner. you typically wouldn’t care if it was a little uneven, but you’re going on a date tonight, for the first time in so long, and you want everything to go as smoothly as possible.

which is why you groan when you end the call, and that same no caller ID pops right back up seconds later. you know who it is—who else would it be? you figured he’s already seen your story of being excited for going on your first date in a while, on the only app you hadn’t blocked him on. petty? perhaps, but it’s on him to be keeping up with you despite you cursing him out for wasting your time and then blocking him right after.

you watch it ring though, contemplating for a while longer than you should. you blocked him for a reason. no need to entertain his same shit that he always spews to you when he realizes that he might be losing you once more?

….but it doesn’t hurt to hear the hero beg for you.

“What do you want, Bakugou?” You sigh irritably as you finally answer his call, putting him on speaker as you go back to even out your eyeliner. You hear him huff on the other side of the phone at the use of his surname, but he doesn’t say anything about it, instead, quickly telling you what he’s been bothering you for.

“Who’s the fuckin’ loser that’s gonna drool over how good your tits look in that stupid green dress you love so much?” Bakugou grunts, and you instantly feel your face heating at his crude words. You glance over with a frown at that same green dress that makes your tits look good, where it hangs on your closet.

“None of your damn business, Bakugou.” You snap at him, wondering if it’s too late to find something else to wear. “Not like you ever took me out in my stupid green dress.” Your voice holds a level of bitterness that only he can bring out of you, and you hear his sigh through the speakers.

“I told you this before, I’m always—”

“Busy.” You cut him off, voice suddenly thick as you think back on the countless rejections he’s splattered at your feet every time you tried to further your relationship with him. “You reminded me of how busy you’ve been since you first started this whole situationship.”

“Situation—? Huh? We were dating!” Bakugou protests with a huff, and you can hear how he paces the floor quickly. You glare at your phone, setting down your liner to instead pick of your (his) favorite lipgloss.

“You’d have to ask me out to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to court me to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to make time for me and take me out on dates and not hide me to fucking date me, Bakugou.” You spit at him, venom dripping off of your lips in waves. You don’t know why you answered, why you even entertained him. You shake your head with a huff when the line goes quiet, eyebrows quirking up when your date sends you a text to make sure you’re still on for tonight.

“I’m sorry.” Bakugou mutters pathetically, his voice suddenly soft. You hesitate, for some reason, when it comes to texting your date back. Why do you always hesitate when Bakugou is around?

“Let me make it up to you, court you, and shit. I can take you to one of my favorite places, you can wear that pretty green dress and that gloss you know I love.” His voice is pleading, thickening and sweet and suffocating. You shouldn’t respond, should reply back a yes to your date.

“Please? You know how much you mean to me.” Bakugou mumbles, and you can hear the earnestness in his voice. Why haven’t you said yes to your date yet?

“I’ll do better this time. Just one more chance, sweetheart.” Bakugou’s voice is so soft, you’ve never heard him this vulnerable before. You sigh with a shake of your head, slumping back into your seat in defeat.

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Sorry, I can’t make it tonight. Something came up. Maybe we can reschedule for another time?

#sorry this is kinda angsty lol #but I saw this tt earlier where this girl was so giddy bc ‘no caller id’ called LOL #and it just reminded me of the first part to this #at first he’s all ‘no we can’t date bc of xyz bullshit reason’#but the moment you’re like ‘I’m done w this toxic back n forth we’re not even a couple’#he’s like WE WERE TOGETHER THE WHOLE TIME!!!!!#delusion is what I like to call it #also he definitely takes you out to a place that’s very secluded and exclusive #to shut you up for the time being #the whole ‘at least I took you out!’ shtick #I hate him actually #but the toxic hate sex goes crazy ☝🏻#okay gn I’m sleepy and I felt so shitty today #or yesterday #so I’m hoping today will be better #maybe I’ll mediate before I start on my work #I wanna go on a walk sometime this week bc it’s gonna be great weather but my anxiety keeps telling me #that one of the stray cats or foxes is gonna attack me AKSJDKDJDJD #omg does anyone remember me talking about that calico kitty in my backyard at one point???#I haven’t seen her since and I hope she’s okay :( we miss her :(#—new treat in the streets! 🍫#bakugou treats! 🍬

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em-um-canto · 6 months

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Separating a bunch of the couples into different teams might seem homophobic at first BUT

THE FORBIDEN LOVE OF GOING OUT WITH SOMEONE FROM THE ENEMY SIDE

#qsmp #fit and pac would have such an angsty date #bagi and tina awkwardly staring at each other at a distance #spiderbit would just have gay sex like nothing else existed

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osaemu · 5 months

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what do we think of serial killer!gojo x detective!reader

#hanposts #yes there will be smut #like guys this prompt was built for angsty sex

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tired-fandom-ndn · 2 months

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you wouldn’t happen to have any thoughts on laios x falin would you… I’ve had some difficulty finding people being freaks (affectionate) about them which is a shame cuz I feel like their dynamic is RIPE for incest

I have A thought about toudencest, anon. I think that Falin has a HUGE thing for Laios that she has never acted on or really let herself think about but it's been constant background noise since Laios became her protector and her only real constant instead of just her brother.

ON THE OTHER HAND, I don't think Laios was attracted to Falin in the absolute slightest UNTIL she was turned into a monster and then he has weird and abstract wet dreams about her chimera form for the rest of their journey and a sporadically afterwards. I think he would still be attracted to her with all her feathers and cool monster stuff after they successfully revive her, but if Falin doesn't notice and do something, nothing would ever come of it just because I don't think Laios would actually recognize it as sexual attraction instead of just fascination.

And no, the wet dreams would NOT make it easier for him to realize he's attracted to his sister because this man has absolutely had weird and abstract wet dreams of ALL his loved ones as monsters. He just thinks everyone has those.

If Falin DID notice and initiate something (maybe with Marcille's permission, maybe not), it would be. . . weird. The sex is fantastic for them, they love each other too much for it not to be even if they're both awkward and fumbling, but I think Falin would be very torn between joy at finally getting what she's wanted since they were kids. . . and a sort of hurt disappointment that Laios isn't really attracted to her but to what the dungeon turned her into. This is her body, and she loves it, but it hurts that Laios never looked at her as something desirable until her body was fundamentally changed. The fact that he's like that with everyone isn't much of a comfort.

#Anonymous #had to be angsty there at the end sorry #could've been worse though #by saying that laios also has absolutely no interest in her romantically and it kills part of her inside #knowing that he loves her like she hung the stars in the sky #but he loves her as a SISTER and that's all he'll ever see her as even when they're having sex #:)#toudencest #shipcest #nsft #dungeon meshi

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amielot · 10 months

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drew something spicy. brain made it angsty.

sometimes you gotta hold on to something to make sure it's still there. *shrugs*

Beautiful Strange and New by @moorishflower

#hob has 'boyfriend-almost-died-twice' trauma #and i just think they have tender crying reassurance sex abt it #mkay?#morpheus/hob gadling/daniel hall #dreamling #oreo sandwich #hob gadling #daniel hall #beautiful strange and new #if yall scream at me enough I'll put the uncropped version on pillowfort.#maybe #it started spicy #it accidentally ended angsty #the art tag

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sunohws · 4 months

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irresistible - choi soobin

pairing: top!biker!soobin x m!reader

synopsis: After receiving a phone call from the Hospital, you find out your ex-boyfriend had gotten into a minor accident. You also find out that is impossible to resist him.

genre: smut, minors dni.. please stay away. its kind of angsty idk

word count: 3.1k

a/n: made this while listening to maze in the mirror and happily ever after. my ears were busting from that eargasm. I was waiting for skipping stones to play but unfortunately it never came... also this is super SUPER long.

The workday was coming to an end. You found yourself fantasizing about your night. You in your cozy pajamas with some fried chicken and the new episode of his favorite tv show. A great way to end your work week. Your favorite way in fact.

You were just about done with your paperwork. Just ironing out the final details. So close to going home for the night. Your phone began to ring. It was an unknown number, so you ignored it. You continued the work until the same number rang again. You thought 'Maybe they have the wrong number and will figure it out soon.' However, the phone rang again.

You sigh in frustration and annoyance as you pick up your phone to answer this troublesome caller.

"Hello?" You says with a huff.

"Is this Kim... Y/N?" The voice on the phone speaks. You were just about to hang up. You aren't really interested in whatever program they want to sign you up on.

Regardless he continues the conversation, "Yes this is he. Who is this?" You ask.

"Hi I'm Yoon Dayoung. I'm from Asan Medical Care. You are the emergency contact for Choi Soobin."

"Soobin?! What happened!?" You panic. You shoot out of your chair in shock. Your heart racing at the sudden movement and the anticipation of the verdict.

"Mr. Choi was in a motorcycle accident. From what we can see, he is alright. He has some minor bruises and some wounds. His in the bed now being treated. We need someone to pick him up. He should be ready to be released in a few hours or so."

"O-ok! I'm on my way now!" You jolt out of your chair. Grabbing your jacket on the way out. You squeeze out a jumbled sentence to your manager about an emergency at the hospital on your way out.

While on the road, your adrenaline cooled, and anger raised. You began cursing out Soobin. You were angry for his recklessness. You were angry that you were still the emergency contact. But most of all you were angry that Soobin scared him. You thought you'd lost him. Just thinking that brought tears to your eyes. Yes, you'd been broken up for a few months now. But there was still love in your heart for the man.

When you made it to the hospital, you checked in with the same receptionist who had called prior. She told you where to find him. And off you went. Your mind had simmered when you saw Soobin.

He was laying in the hospital bed with a few bandages wrapped around his body. One around his right wrist. Another across his chest. A few band aids on his head and arms. You had analyzed every part of Soobin that was hurt.

When you walked all the way in Soobin was asleep, most likely due to the amount of medication they had given him. So, you sat down in a chair near him and waited for the raven-haired man to awaken.

A few hours had past, the sun set and the night cooled. Soobin decided to open his eyes.

"Y-Y/N?" His voiced crooked.

"Oh. You're up. That's good. I'll go get the doctor." You respond back.

"Wait-what are you doing here?"

"Apparently I'm still your emergency contact?" You say before he walks out the door. You left Soobin there to sit in embarrassment.

While he waits for You to return. He sits up with a groan and a curse. Soobin swivels his head around to get a look at the time.

9:45 it reads. He wonders how long he's been out for. All he remembers is going out for a ride around 4 or 5ish then another motorcycle swerving into his lane. After that, everything went black. He hopes the other racer is okay if they did get hurt.

His bones feel swore but nothing too crazy to slow him down. Soon enough You come back with the doctor. However, you don't stay, you leave. Soobin assumes you're going to sign him out and wait in the lounge.

After the checkup, the doctor writes Soobin's prescription to pick up and clear him to go home.

Soobin walks out into the lounge with his damage helmet in hand, reminding you why they are here in the first place.

"I can find a way home from here. Thanks for coming." Soobin tells you. He can't bother to look into your eyes due to the embarrassment.

"No need. I'm dropping you off home." You insist. And Soobin doesn't fight it. He follows you out into the parking lot. You both get in the car. Not another word announced.

The drive was awkward and silent. The air, tight and thick. Soobin contemplated making small talk. But you and him knew that y'all were past that. The drive continued for about a half hour before they got to Soobin's place.

"Thanks for the ride." Soobin said as he gathered his things and exited the car. You gave him a head nod and a pressed grin in response.

When Soobin was gone you let out a huge sigh. You felt like you'd been holding in this breath for what seemed like forever. Your car now smelt like Soobin. A smell you had missed. The faint smell of cologne. His cologne. As you were basking in the smell, a gentle knock on your car window snapped you back to his senses.

It was Soobin, with his same ivory grin. A sparkle in his eyes that only You knew what it meant.

"Yes?" You say as you rolled down your window. "Come inside for something to eat or a drink. It's the least I can do." Soobin implored.

"Nah. I'm okay. Go inside. Get some rest." You turned down his offer.

"Come on Y/N. I know you just got off of work. I know you're hungry. Who knows how long you've been waiting on me. Come inside." Soobin appealed. It was something about his tone or how well he knew you. His voice hooked you in and you couldn't say no anymore. Not that you put up much a fight anyway.

"Alright fine. I guess I am a bit hungry." You agreed. But you'd try to remind himself to remain composed. Don't let things get crazy. Just a meal. Just a meal. He repeats.

Before You knew it you had been swept up in Soobin's charms.

Soobin's place looks the same as it did a few months ago when You had last been there. Dark and masculine. Clean as well. You sat at the dining table for two near the kitchen.

"I have left overs from my mom. It's really good." Soobin says as he gets the food from the refrigerator.

"Oh great. I missed your mom's cooking." You recalled.

"You missed it?" Soobin teases, and you can hear the grin in his voice. He then heats up the food in the microwave.

"Well yeah! My mom is in Japan! Of course, I miss home cooked meals from a mother figure!" You corrected. Your head drops, eyes looking in your lap.

"Oh okay." Soobin taunted.

"It's the truth." You whined.

"I believe you. Now eat." Soobin hushed the blond. He placed the warmed food on the table. He went back to get utensils and such.

The two began to eat and talk. Picking up as if they never stopped talking. They laughed and recalled fond memories. Dinner was over and you began to clean up. It was like your body went into auto pilot mode. Just like before.

"Oh you still remember where the plates go." Soobin noticed.

"Shut up." You say as you continue to wash the dishes. Soobin had been making remarks like that all evening. He did it on purpose. It's a game to him you think to yourself.

"You know, I've missed you..." Soobin confesses. All of the sudden, the room gets thicker. And you can feel Soobin's eyes burning on your skin. His voice was raw.

You can't find anything to reply back with, so you continue with the dishes. Your heart began to quicken. Your mind wondered. You thought about you and Soobin's more intimate moments. The little touches, kisses, dates. All the things you love about Soobin. All the things you hated about the man.

Like a snake Soobin slivers his way back to you. He takes your hands to wrap around his waist. His body is warm against you. And you can feel yourself fall into the embrace.

"Soobin..." You let out a breathy plea. Soobin plants a soft kiss on the back of your neck which sent unwanted flurries through your now sensitive body.

"I miss you Y/N." Soobin confesses again. This time he twirls you around so that their faces are close in proximity. Your wet hands fall onto Soobin's white tank top. It had faint red stains, predictably Soobin's blood. You stared at the bandage going across the man's chest.

This was the very reason the two broke up in the first place. Soobin's motorcycle. You couldn't handle the stress of the motorcycle, especially after the major accident Soobin had a few months back. Early in their relationship. You worried every day since then. The stress became too much for you so you left.

Soobin can see the gears turning in the your eyes as you look at his scars. He sees the worry build in your eyes, so he takes your wrist to plant a soft kiss, before he runs your hand over the wound to let him know that he was okay.

You looked at him with so much softness, that Soobin could actually give up the motorcycle for good.

It was so easy for you to fall back into Soobin's old tactics. His old charm that wins you over even when he doesn't want to admit it. Staring into Soobin's eyes it's like nothing has changed. You want to go back but you just can't. Today just proved his point.

However, the longer you stay in Soobin's presents the more his will chips away. And Soobin knows this, so he grips harder onto your waist and he doesn't break his stare on you.

"Soobin." You repeat.

"Y/N, please." He testified.

"Look what happened today. Do you not understand how terrified I was when I got the call? Thank goodness it was a minor accident. But what happens if the next time it's not. Like before. What if you-" Your voice breaks off as your throat get clogged. Your eyes began to redden as tears began to form.

"Baby. You don't have to worry about that stuff. I'm standing right here, aren't I? You can't break me." Soobin cups your face.

"Can't you just give it up?" You respond.

"Y/N it's my passion."

"A dangerous one!" You shout. Tears prickled at his eyes threatening to fall.

"Baby." Soobin cautioned.

"Stop calling me that." You throw Soobin's hands off your face and walk away.

You don't make it far before Soobin grabs your wrist. He pulls you in. And without a word he kisses you. His lips swallow Yours. His lips are soft and welcoming. His grip on your neck deepens as he becomes more passionate. It had been multiple months since he felt your lips against his.

And you didn't break the kiss instead, you endured it. Taking hands to grab at Soobin's biceps. He would get turned on just by looking at his muscles. The pure strength on this man was crazy.

The kiss disregarded any discourse they had before. A new argument was being fought. But with their tongues. Soobin's hands traveled around your body. Making you feel just, how badly you were deprived of psychical touch. It had been so long since you were touched by a man. Your body yearned for more.

The kiss finally breaks but it's not for long, Soobin swirls your back into the counter in the moments that they parted. He goes straight for your neck. Soobin plants sloppy thick kisses down your neck. Making you grab onto the countertops for support. Enjoying every second of this.

Fuck the breakup. Fuck the motorcycle. Just fuck me. You thought.

Soobin dragged soft lips along your neck. Kissing, tugging, biting. Everything lips, teeth, and tongue could do to a person. Your moans vibrated on Soobin's lips and your body pulled him closer.

"My room?" Soobin says words hot on your skin.

"Your room." you reply. There was not a moment for you to turn back, even if you wanted because Soobin dragged you across the house to his dark bedroom. Throwing you on the bed quickly. Your bodies connected instantly, Soobin taking his needy hands to trail vigorously upon your body. Grabbing anything in its path.

Soobin goes back in for a kiss. He's messy and sloppy as his tongue explores corners of your mouth. Your tongue is also grazing every inch of Soobin's mouth. With such passion it would be impossible to separate you two. They stopped every so often for air.

"W-wait." You try to catch your breath.

"What's wrong?"

"We should stop. You're injured." You sit up, he rearranges his clothing. Wiping his lips off as well.

All Soobin can do is laugh.

"What's funny?!" You look serious but Soobin laughs harder. "Hey!" You repeat.

The laugh stopped as if a switch was turned. Soobin's eyes darken, and his dominance spewed over you, as he leans over. "Do you really think a few scratches is going to stop me?" His voice is low, so low that it sends waves to your core.

"Uh...?" you respond meekly.

"Exactly." Soobin grin. He waits no time ripping your shirt off. Planting his soft lips onto the bare skin. Continuing his work through the rest of your body. And you didn't protest anymore. You wonder why you even questioned Soobin. There are many nights and scenarios where he knows Soobin's true stamina. You can only hope there's mercy for you tonight.

As passion burns, clothing gets removed and fingers start entering new territories. Causing many yelps from you. Two fingers crossed and swirled inside of you. Warming you up for what's to come. Based on how tight you were, Soobin could just tell he wasn't with anyone after him. That pleased him in many ones than just one. Soobin thrusted deeply one last time before abruptly yanked his fingers out. Causing your back to arch under him. Spiting an inaudible curse. Soobin just smirked and gave you a quick hard kiss.

Impatiently Soobin took his cock and lined it up with your hole, then invited himself into you with no mercy. Moaning into the tightness. Tightness that griped him so well. You let out a deep moan, your eyes shut and you throw your head into the bed. Soobin finding his breath after the first thrust. The entering is always the best feeling. Anything after it is just trying to chase that same feeling. Soobin dragged his cock practically out of you before shoving it back in. To chase that same feeling. He was going to fuck you hard. Make you feel it in your soul, make you not want to ever leave again.

Soobin continued with a pattern he knew drove you crazy. Hearing his name come out of your mouth in dirty moans made this even better. This was makeup sex at its finest. A sick part of him wanted to keep breaking up with you so he could enjoy this type of sex more often. However, that was just a horny thought and he no real plans of letting you go. He was his and only his. You would have to go back to Japan for Soobin to leave him alone but then again that's not far enough.

You wanted to pass out due to the pleasure being too much. It overwhelmed him. He hasn't had sex since the last time Soobin touched him. You couldn't be bothered to entertain a new person after Soobin. You had just been getting by with TV and work.

You were almost angry with how sensitive you were. Your cock was hard. Really hard. His body betrayed him instantly. The slight touch from Soobin and the war was over. Soobin won.

Not to say you didn't miss Soobin, you really did. Your relationship didn't have many flaws, only the motorcycle issue. They got along just right and when they didn't, Soobin knew just how to make thing better.

Just like now, Soobin knew all the spots to hit to drive the man under him crazy. Slamming into you like the car that ran into him.

"I'm close!" You moaned.

"Fuck- me too." Soobin bit his lip as he picks up the speed. Everything suddenly got louder and faster. The moans, the strokes, and their hearts. Soobin pumped harder and you squished their bodies closer. With one finally deep thrust they both let out the longest cry with white filling their eyes. The climax roughly coursed through them. Leaving you twitching under Soobin and Soobin groaning.

You too were still as their bodies registered what just happened. The room was still. The air still hot but filled with heavy breaths.

"That was..." Soobin says finally.

"Wow." You finish the sentence. You look at each other and smile like love struck idiots. Like routine, Soobin springs into action with aftercare.

"No, I'll do it this time. You're injured remember?" You stop him.

"I'm fine. Let me-" Soobin tries to protest.

"Sit." You demand and Soobin abides. He watches as You goes to the bathroom to get warm rags to clean up. He admired his work, the redness on the back side of You from his insane thrusts to the purplish-red love marks all over the man. You can feel Soobin watching you, so you blush a bit.

You continue cleaning you both. You grab one of Soobin's shirts to wear to bed and a pair of shorts for Soobin. When all is done you lay in bed with Soobin.

"Phew. That was a lot. I'm tired." You say as you snuggle closer to Soobin.

"I could've done it."

"But I did."

"I know and you did a great job." Soobin kisses the top of your head.

"Soobin...I missed you too." You finally say back. you kiss Soobin's neck.

"Round two?" Soobin says with that look in his eyes. It was supposed to be sweet!

"NO! I just cleaned us up! Go to bed." You turn the other way.

"I'll do it this time." Soobin grabs on to you, dragging his hands all over your body. He kisses your neck and whispers tempting things. You giggle and fight back. You knew you were going to lose but it was worth a shot.

For a man who just was in the hospital he had a lot of energy. In the end, He ended up cleaning you up after many, many rounds.

YALL THIS STAR DIVIDER IS SO CUTE IM IN LOVW WITH IT.. USNG IT FOR EVERYTHING ATP. also isnt my new pfp cute :33

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billywhoringrove · 1 year

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Top or bottom who cares, these boys are going non stop and it is mind blowing no discussion there. BUT…. I do think that Billy is unprepared.

I truly believe that Steve would be insatiable. Once they start having sex it is non stop, clothes tearing, no time to breath, and on repeat.

And Billy is embarrassed because he is suppose to be “better” than these small town people. Yet, every time he has to beg Steve for a 5 minute break he dies a little. But, he cannot keep up because nothing will stop his pretty boy from getting what he wants needs.

Billy learns quick that one round is not going to be enough. So he starts working out harder, chugging water before he goes to Steve’s castle, and even picks up running just to increase his stamina. He mentally prepares to be pulled within 20 minutes at a party into a bathroom or dimly lit closet and it is always better than any drugs or alcohol could be.

Billy started realizing he was out of his depth when Steve started leaving notes in his locker to meet him in the abandoned bathroom behind the school because he needs his cock sucked right then and there. And when they head down to the city and his pretty boy gets bored while Billy drives, Billy thinks he can see the saliva fill in Steve’s mouth as he unzips Billy’s pants because apparently there is no better entertainment than attempting to blow Billy’s mind while he attempts to not crash the car.

Even in the middle of the night after rounds of sex and the mattress is still damp. Billy is awoken from his dreams with something much more real. Billy thought he was shameless but when it comes to Steve there is no changing room, dark ally, or populated area that stops his boy from figuring out how he can curb his craving.

Billy is not complaining. The sex is amazing…but he can’t help but think maybe this is a repeat of his past. That Steve may just want him for his body like everyone else. That the friendship they made before their first time was just a build up to eventually fill Steve’s desires. Because that is what Billy is good for. A temporary distraction.

#harringrove #I made it kind of angsty someone please make it a happy ending #because our boys deserve it #lowkey Steve thinks Billy just wants sex and he is taking anything and everything he can get #maybe they should… ✨communicate✨#gay billy hargrove #bisexual steve harrington

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eureka-its-zico · 6 months

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HELP I AM UNWELL

#Tomorrow I Surely Will Love You Again #mackenyu #this fuckin series was sooooo good and so angsty and so sad #and I wasn’t ready for the sex scene and the kissing I am 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠#deceased

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bloomfish · 1 month

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so I like the concept of the cookie dough speech. I think, independently, it's a good conclusion for buffy to come to by the end of the series. However, the context... look, it's been pretty thoroughly established throughout the series that buffy and angel will never work. can never work. is it a great romance, does it make me feel for the characters, do i love the angst of it? yes absolutely. but why am I being told, despite being shown the opposite, that there's a chance in hell that buffy will end up with angel? why am I being told continually by the writing across both shows that a codependent teen romance between two people who like... barely know each other is what buffy should aspire to? for the rest of her life?

this insistence is such a detriment to the characters of both buffy and angel. each grew so much on their respective shows. i love both buffy and angel as characters. I love what their relationship means for their past and how it informs their characters moving forward. but god, just leave it there. framing buffy/angel as the truest love that will ever be, automatically eclipsing any other relationship either of them try to have, is honestly not great messaging. personally i will always be affected in some way by my first love, I think that's a normal, relatable experience. But there's no way that love is a viable part of my future, and it wouldn't be healthy for me to think so...

it also takes away from the meaning that people like spike and cordelia might have in their lives because whatever they do, however they grow to love each other, they'll always be 'consolation prize' to... what? buffy's high school relationship with an older guy? no thx

#like honestly why would she give angel the hope. what can they possibly expect to have in the future #thats what makes it such a good and angsty relationship!#it was established in iwry that it would not work if angel was human. cool. so their only option is sexless codependent angst #at constant risk of angel losing his soul at any time. bc it wasnt sex it was HAPPINESS. angel lost his soul post sex because he was happy #content in her arms. so by definition they can never be happy together. sux for angel but i dont want that for buffy #anyway #spuffy #anti bangel #again just in case. wild to love a ship so much but also b against it happening. im complex like that #btvs #btvs thoughts #like the only way for it to happen would be for angel to lose his soul and then fight for his soul the way spike did.#which soulless angel would never do. its impossible by design

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bloodyvioletzz · 10 months

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Pink In The Night

Aeon (Ada x Leon) Smut and Angst Modern AU

“Am I gonna see you again?” Leon asked, sitting up in bed. Ada was just getting up, her naked body shining in the moonlight. She was pulling on one of Leon’s shirts.. it was big on her but she didn’t mind. Neither did Leon. He loved seeing Ada wearing his clothes.

She looked at him blankly. “Leon.”

“Ada,” he replied.

She walked over to him and gave him a passionate kiss, slipping her tongue in between his slightly parted lips. Leon held her face gently, wanting more and groaning as she pulled away.

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

All Ada did was smirk and shrug as she grabbed her things and left.

The next day Leon was at the bar, per usual. Drinking away his sorrows. He just wanted to forget everything. Racoon city, especially. Where he met her, where he kissed her, where he saved her, and where he lost her. He hated to think about her.. but it was the only thing he had left. Ashley would come and check on Leon occasionally, which was nice but not nearly enough.

“Another, please..” Leon’s words started to slur together as he slowly got drunker and drunker. He mumbled a ‘thank you’ as the bartender gave him another shot of tequila. He downed it quickly as wiped his mouth.

An hour or two passed and he was one of the only people left in the bar. Still drinking, still sad, still lonely.

“We’re closing up soon,” the bartender said as she washed a glass.

Leon sighed, “I’ll be out soon..” his cheeks were a rosy red and eyes hooded.

He heard someone enter the bar, and heels clicking.

“Leon,” a familiar voice said. Leon whipped his head around and his eyes lit up as he saw her. The same woman he’d been trying to forget about. The same woman he yearned for.

“Ada..” he mumbled.

She smiled to the bartender. “A friend,” she stated and the bartender nodded. She took Leon by the arm. “You’re drunk on a Tuesday.”

“It’s not Tuesday..” Leon stumbled a little as Ada helped him up.

Ada frowned. “It is.” She took him to her car, an expensive one. Of course her job allowed her to get it. Her job was her top priority… which she disliked but there wasn’t anything she could to about it. Even if it meant leaving Leon wishing for more.

As Ada drived to his apartment, Leon sneaked looks at her. Admiring her beauty, he noticed every single detail in her face. How her lips were glossy. He knew she recently applied that cherry lipgloss that drove him crazy. He inhaled deeply, the familiar smell of her rich perfume. It was stuck in his sheets. Secretly he loved it.

Ada helped him out the car, he clung to her like a lost child. She unlocked his apartment and poured him a glass of water. “Sit down on the couch, Leon,” she ordered. He obeyed, of course. He always does what he’s told. Especially if it’s Ada giving him orders. Being drunk didn’t help his case whatsoever..

Leon finished the glass of water and Ada went to leave, her hand grazing the doorknob. Leon quickly got up and grabbed her arm. “Stay,” he whispered desperately. “Please.”

Ada’s breath hitched at his cold touch. Her hand left the doorknob and turned to Leon, touching his face instead. She moved hair out of his face. Oh, how she loved his hair. It was her favorite part of him, besides his eyes.

Leon leaned into her touch. “I hate when you leave,” he started getting emotional. Alcohol really does have an effect on him. Especially when Ada was there, touching him like this. “I want you. I want all of you. I don’t- I don’t care about your job, Ada. I love you. I will always love you. I have always loved you. Everytime you left, everytime you stayed. I just want to wake up to you here next to me. Once.”

She didn’t know how to react. She’s never heard these words from him… ever. He’s never told her he’d loved her. She nodded. “Okay.”

Leon smiled brightly. “Okay.”

Ada pulled him into a gentle, soft kiss. Leon returned it just as soft. Ada led him into his bedroom, the scent of him satisfying her. She loved it. She craved it.

Leon pulled away to admire Ada for a split second, before kissing her cheek, trailing kisses down her neck. She gasped softly as he left small hickeys on her neck that she always had to cover at work by wearing turtlenecks.

Her hands reached his hair as she breathed heavily. Leon groaned at she pulled it.

Leon’s hands went straight to her waist. Pulling her closer and feeling every inch of her body burning against his.

“Leon,” Ada whispered. Leon hummed. He knew what she wanted, he wanted the exact same.

He finished leaving love bites on her neck and picked her up, looking into her eyes as he put her on the bed. He crawled on top of her, leaning down and kissing her as his hand reached down to the bottom of her dress. He lifted it up slowly, Ada shivered at the feeling of it dragging against her skin.

He grazed his fingers against the inside of her thigh, reaching her panties. He pulled them aside, touching her clit. With two fingers, he lazily drew circles. Ada signed into his mouth, holding his face and deepening their kiss.

Leon went further down. He pulled away from the kiss and put a finger inside of her, watching her mouth fall open and gasp. He looked at her in a way he could never look at anyone else. She was ethereal. She was beautiful, being pleasured. He loved soft sex like this because he could appreciate all of Ada.

She moaned quietly as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of her. One shortly turned into two, and Ada was begging for more. Leon obliged, wanting to give her everything. That’s all he’s ever wanted.

He slid her underwear off of her elegeant legs. He kissed her thigh as her panties slid past them.

Ada brought Leon’s face back up and kissed him lovingly. She sat up and turned around, letting Leon unzip her dress. Leon pressed wet kissed on her shoulders as he unzipped his own pants. Ada turned back to face him and lifted his shirt up, taking all of his body in. Her hands traced scars on his chest and stomach, then leaned in to kiss them. She loved to kiss his scars, to remind him he healed. That she could heal him. And she did just that, by simply being here. Treating Leon as he should be treated. The only problem was that she left before he could heal her.

Leon backed up against the bed frame as Ada took his boxers off. He sighed as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, pumping him slowly. She spread the precum leaking from his tip with her thumb. Leon’s head fell back.

Once Ada was done, she straddled Leon. She made sure to see his face as she grabbed his dick and aligned it up with her opening. They moaned in unison and she took him all inside her. Leon wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. Ada put her head on his shoulder, then started to move. She moaned each time she went back down, loving the feeling of him inside of her. Leon’s breath became shaky as she picked up her speed. His hands went to her thighs, lifting them ever so slightly to make things easier for her.

Ada lifted her head up to see Leon’s expression. It was a fucking sight. A sight she loved dearly. To see that he felt just as good as she did… she loved it. She began rocking forward a little bit, causing Leon to moan. She always tried to get him to be vocal with her, for it turned her on even more.

As Ada clenched down onto him, he began matching her rythm, thrusting up into her. Leon studied her face while her head tilted back, moaning loudly. He could’ve sworn he was fucking a goddess. That’s how he saw her, that’s how he always saw her.

“Leon,” Ada gasped.

“Ada..”

“Leon I..” she said inbetween moans and gasps, “I love you. I always have.”

This pushed Leon even further His thrusts became erratic and he went faster. He got sloppier as he grew closer and closer to release. He knew Ada was too, for the way she moaned and clenched down on him.

She moaned his name as she came, and Leon rode out her orgasm, causing her to stop moving her hips. Leon thrusted into her relentlessly, chasing his own orgasm. Quickly, he pulled out and his cum shot out and onto his stomach. They both sat there for a second, catching their breath. Ada collapsed onto him, smearing his cum onto her chest. Leon ran his fingers through her hair.

Gently, he lifted Ada off of him and layed her down. He got up to grab a towel. He cleaned himself up then Ada. She smiled as she felt the towel press against her skin, she cupped his cheek as he cleaned her. He smiled back at her.

Once he was done, he climbed in bed next to her, laying his head on her chest as she held him tightly. There was a comfortable silence as she played with his hair.

Leon was the one to speak up first.

“I want to go further with you. I don’t just want to be your… your pawn. I want to be yours. Just yours. Your boyfriend.”

Ada giggled, “You can be my boyfriend, Leon. I’m all yours. I’ve always been yours.” She kissed the top of of his head.

A sigh of relief left Leon as he nuzzled into her chest. “I love you, Ada.”

“I love you, Leon.”

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