#anyway it threw me off my rhythm

[starb3rrys]

Could you write about the bsd boys' (dazai, chuuya, atsushi and akutagawa) reactions to their fem s/o having an intense orgasm? like, she squirms, moans loudly and throws her head back (bonus points if they kiss her neck when she does)

Oooh!~ The amount of smut requests I’ve gotten is astronomical!, I love them all though and I can’t wait to write them. It makes me happy to see so many people enjoy my stories. (My motivation to keep writing Ong-). Anyways, without further ado! This one’s for you, Anonymous (¯ ³¯)♡

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Over The Limit!~

Smut

Bsd Men x F! Reader

Ft. Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Akutagawa

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Dazai

It’s late at night, around 12pm…a time when most of the world is asleep peacefully in bed while others relax from a rough day at work, but not you. You had the misfortune of being in your boyfriends mercy for the night~. Loud whimpers and moans mixed with labored breaths were the only things that could escape your parted lips as your boyfriend slams his hips onto your plush ones. Dazai holds your lush thighs with a possessive and lustful grip keeping you in place as your legs rest on his shoulders. A pillow lays under your back, placing your defenseless body at a perfect angle for Dazai to hit your sweet spot ruthlessly. You grip the sheets as you whine for him to slow down, but your weak pleas fall on deaf ears as Dazai is too overcome by pleasure and greed to hear your sweet voice begging for mercy. Dazai grits his teeth as he groans at the feeling of your tight wet cunt wrapped around his already sensitive and needy cock as it pulsates and twitches inside you, begging for realize. Your cries of pleasure drive Dazai crazy as he let’s his instincts overtake him, you gasp as he presses onto you more, his whole body weight presses onto your weak overstimulated body as he forces his own cock deeper that before. Dazai rests his head next to your ear as he whispers erotically lewd words into your ear…and with one final thrust, you break. Your eyes widen as they roll back, tears present in the corner of your eyes. Your hands grip the sheets with immense force as your back arches, a loud shameless moan leaves your lips…~. Dazai let’s out a breathless chuckle at the feeling of your warm liquid around his member. “That’s it…let it all out..~”. He kisses your neck as he continues thrusting into you, riding out your orgasm. He then pulls out and finishes on your stomach. After a few moments, he smiles softly and caresses your cheek, his eyes are full of love as he gazes upon your flushed and dazed state. As much as he was pretty rough with you in bed, he still loves and cares for you…but he can’t deny the fact he loves it when you show him just how good he makes you feel, he’ll make sure to tease you about all those cute noises and reactions you made.

“You okay?…that was one intense orgasm, my my~ did I make you feel that good?…hm? Oh i see, you’re too out of it to answer, look at you tremble…haha…rest assured I won’t forget about that lewd expression of yours anytime soon~”.

Chuuya

It was Chuuya’s day off, and what a better way to spend it than by binge watching movies with you. Although, around half way through the movie…you and Chuuya weren’t doing much watching, it was hard to when your boyfriends cock was plunged deep inside of you. Chuuya’s hands gripped your waist as you bounced on his dick in a constant rhythm. Your moans and whines filled the air, your hips moved sensually, seemingly by pure instinct. Chuuya threw his head back, and closed his eyes as he let out low groans and curses at how tight you were. You couldn’t help but find the lewd noises your boyfriend was letting slip past his lips arousing. You felt pride in knowing you alone made him sound so needy…but it wasn’t enough, you needed to hear more. These thoughts influenced your next actions; you sped up your movements, causing Chuuya to let out a small gasp as his grip on you tightened. You lean down and kiss his neck, teasingly moaning into his ear. Chuuya is surprised by your sudden boldness yet finds it amusing…and frankly very attractive. He allows himself to be lost in the pleasure, to be lost to the feeling of your warm walls clenching around him. You can feel the way his cock twitches inside you, the way his groans are now mixed with whimpers…he’s close…he’s so close he can almost feel himself painting your insides…just a little faster, just a little more…but suddenly, you slow down. He groans in frustration at the feeling of you slowing down, preventing him from reaching his high. You pull away from his neck, wearing a taunting grin, you’re teasing him…but he is not having any of it. Before you can even react he grabs your hips, keeping you in place as he starts to mercilessly thrust upwards into your wet cunt, using you like his own personal flesh light. “Your boldness is quite impressive, but teasing me just won’t do. Now be a good girl and let me use you~”. You can’t even properly register what’s going on as pure pleasure and ecstasy fill all of your senses, not allowing you to think about anything but the feeling of his tip abusing your sweet spots. Chuuya looks up at your delicate body, as his gaze falls onto your breasts, bouncing with every thrust. Without a second thought, he leans his head forward, kissing and sucking on your sensitive nipples. You cry out as you feel yourself become overstimulated, your hands grip onto his shoulders in a pitiful attempt to steady yourself. He groans and pants into your skin, leaving hickeys and bite marks everywhere…with one final deep, and possessive bite, you’re sent over the edge; Your back arches, eyes rolling back as your head tilts up at the ceiling, your lips part allowing you to let out a borderline pornographic moan as your thighs tremble. He smirks, the way your body reacts to your sharp climax as you cum and contract around him is enough to drive him wild, he finishes inside you with one last thrust, a low growl leaves his lips as he pants. You both pant, cheeks are flushed as he pulls you into a soft and tender kiss, pulling away only to hold you tight, an exhausted yet satisfied chuckle leaves his lips.

“I really enjoyed seeing you act so bold in the beginning…but you were getting a little too cocky for my taste…so i had to remind you who’s really in charge around here~…and im pretty sure that orgasm was a perfect reminder~…that moan you let out..mm~ ill be thinking about that for days~”

Atsushi

The night started off sweet; soft kisses and gentle caresses as you two sat on the couch of your cozy apartment. But that sweetness soon turned into hunger and desire, as Atsushi gripped your shoulders and pushed you down on the couch. What once were soft kisses and touches, now turned into pleasure filled whines as Atsushi’s mouth was now attending your needy heat. Atsushi keeps your thighs spread apart as he licks your wet folds, your glistening arousal covering his lips, allowing him to taste you fully. His hands trail and squeeze your inner thighs, softly pulling away for a second to kiss and bite them, allowing some of your slickness to decorate them. Your back arches as you grip his hair, guiding him back to tend to your growing wetness. As he dives back in, he moves his mouth up, making sure to pay attention to your swollen clit, as he starts to suck and lick it like a starving man, god you swear you can see stars as the texture of his tongue swirls around your already sensitive bud. Atsushi moans softly into your heat, causing soft vibrations that drive you wild. Your cry’s and sweet taste are enough to make his own arousal grow. His tongue licks every nook and cranny of your sensitive area, his hot breath sends shivers down your spine. You pull and tug on his light gray hair, as you feel your release coming, you squirm and roll your hips on his face, trying your best to get even more friction. Your lips part allowing loud whines fill the air, your eyebrows furrow as you focus on reaching your climax. Your boyfriend grasps your hips and lifts them lightly up, allowing you to be at a perfect angle for him to sneak his tongue into your sopping wet entrance as you groan in pure bliss. The feelings too good…too overwhelming and before you know it, your orgasm hits you like a train. You wrap your legs around his head, gripping his hair, utterly trapping him as you throw your head back, letting out loud cries of pure ecstasy. Atsushi’s eyes widen slightly at how fervid your orgasm hit you, he quickly licks up all of your juices as he holds your trembling thighs, his eyes scrunch as he tries to breathe in through his nose, taking in your luscious scent. He pulls away and kisses your quivering thighs as he looks at you with a nervous smile. He’s glad he made you cum so hard but he’s a bit afraid he might’ve overwhelmed you…in a bad way that is. He holds you tightly while he praises you and offers to clean you up as well as bring you some water.

“You did so good…god you tasted amazing, but are you sure I didn’t go too far?…alright I’m glad to hear it, you really do look zoned out though- can I get you some water?…hm? Oh yeah- my pants…I might’ve gotten a little too excited…”

Akutagawa

These past few weeks have not been kind to you, at all. Having to balance work and personal life can become overbearing at times. This stress truly only had one cure, your boyfriend. Akutagawa seemed to not really understand why you’d want him to be your “personal stress reliever”… but after a bit of convincing, he gave in. Which explains why you were now panting and groaning like an animal in heat as you rode your boyfriends face. Your head was tilted up, lips ajar allowing erotic noises to flow in the air. You swirled your hips on his nose, one hand was circling your swollen clit, while the other stroked your boyfriends tender cock. His hands rested on your lush thighs, keeping them spread as his tongue worked wonders on your wet core. Spit and pre-cum sloppily decorated your boyfriend’s phallus, providing the perfect lubricant as your delicate hands attended his needy cock. Hushed curses and whines fell from your lips as the feeling of his mouth made all of your worries dissipate. Your bittersweet taste only motivated him to keep going, every noise you made drove him crazy. His dick twitched at your every touch, your thumb teased his sensitive tip. The feeling of your soft fingers caused him to groan. Your breath hitched as you felt gentle vibrations caused by his groans. This influenced your hips to move faster, by pure instinct and desire; searching for more stimulation. Your mind felt fuzzy, clouded by lust while your hands continued to pump his cock. The mutual pleasure you were both providing each other was so intense, so blissful…it was the exact thing you needed after so many stressful weeks. With each suck and lick, your worries and stress seemed to disappear, you both felt close to your breaking point. Akutagawa continued to lap his tongue relentlessly on your dripping pussy, your juices dribbled down his chin. He could feel the way your walls tightened and clenched around his tongue. The feeling of his nose massaging your folds was heavenly, causing you to moan and whine in pure ecstasy. Your thighs trembled as they clamped around his head. He could tell you were close; the way your moans got more and more breathless, the way your movements became more sporadic, the way your hand squeezed his cock like there was no tomorrow…he had to finish you off…no way he couldn’t now, you we’re so close…it would wound his pride if he didn’t. Your weight on his face combined with the feeling of your hands on his arousal made him struggle to breathe a bit but he didn’t care. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you even further down onto his face, making his tongue reach deeper than before. His hands moved up to your breasts, fondling them, causing you to cry out in overstimulation. The feeling was too extreme, your body couldn’t take any more, you stroked his hard faster, and in an instant- you both came. Your hips bucked, back arched as a loud whine of his name filled the room. You continued to milk his cock as your fingers were drenched with his seed. He groaned and swallowed everything you had to offer. You slowly got off his face, he let out a loud gasp of air followed by pants, his face was flushed and covered in your slick. Akutagawa sat up and wiped his face off, he turned to look at your poor exhausted body. He smirked and kissed your lips. He noticed how intense your orgasm was this time around. He was proud of himself and utterly satisfied by the fact he caused you to have such a reaction, that orgasm definitely boosted his ego.

“How was that for a stress reliever?…Im guessing it was satisfactory considering how hard you came…hm? Of course I noticed how intense your orgasm was, I expected no less considering I was the one to bring you over the edge. No other man has nor ever will make you orgasm that fervidly, only I can provide you with such pleasure…now get some rest..”

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Jesus- trying to find synonyms for “dick” is like trying to find a needle in a hay stack

Saying “cock” so many times gave me a stroke- (hah- get it? Stroke?- I’ll shut up)

Anyways! As always, I hope you all liked this story!

Please feel free to request anything you’d like! Love y’all! <3

#bsd dazai #dazai x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #bsd atsushi #atsushi x reader #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa x reader #bsd x reader #bsd #anime

[tchopeta]

Kiss (HumanRocket x You)

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Pairing : Human Rocket x reader

Summary : You’re enjoying yourself at a party on Knowhere until you meet this really handsome guy over there and-... wait... is that Rocket...?

Words : 785

(English is not my first language... I hope you will enjoy it anyway ! :))

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The lively atmosphere of Knowhere's bustling party filled the air, with alien species from all corners of the galaxy gathered to celebrate. Music blasted from the speakers, and vibrant lights danced across the room. Amidst the revelry, Rocket found himself standing at the bar, nursing a drink and observing the crowd.

Unbeknownst to him, a cosmic anomaly had temporarily transformed him into a human for a few hours. His raccoon features were replaced by a handsome face with tousled brown hair, and his furry body was now lean and muscular. Dressed in a stylish jacket and jeans, he blended in seamlessly with the human revelers.

As you made your way through the crowd, your eyes fell upon the intriguing stranger at the bar. You couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull towards him. His rugged charm and mischievous glint in his eyes were captivating, drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

You sidled up to the bar next to the transformed Rocket, flashing him a flirtatious smile. "Hey there, handsome. Mind if I join you?"

Rocket smirked, finding it amusing to be on the receiving end of yours advances for once. "Be my guest, gorgeous. The more, the merrier."

As you chatted, you couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something oddly familiar about this stranger. His voice had a hint of the snarkiness you had come to associate with Rocket, but his appearance threw you off.

Curiosity piqued, you leaned closer, studying him intently. "You know, you remind me of someone I know. A... raccoon, actually."

Rocket raised an eyebrow, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, do I now? And what's this raccoon's name?"

Your eyes widened in realization, a mix of surprise and excitement washing over you. "Rocket! It's you, isn't it?"

Rocket chuckled, his human face breaking into a grin. "Bingo. You finally caught on, Y/N."

Your expression shifted from surprise to amusement. "Well, I've got to admit, you clean up nicely. And I never thought I'd say this, but you make a pretty handsome human."

He feigned offense, playfully nudging your shoulder. "Hey, watch it. I'm always handsome, no matter the form."

You laughed, the sound ringing through the crowded bar. "Well, I must say, I'm finding myself rather attracted to this human version of you. Who knew?"

Rocket's grin widened, a flicker of vulnerability shining in his eyes. "Maybe I should stay like this permanently, huh? Would save me a lot of trouble."

Your voice softened as you reached out to gently touch his arm. "No, Rocket. You're perfect just the way you are. Fur and all."

Your eyes locked, and for a moment, the world around you faded into the background. The connection you shared transcended physical appearances. Whether human or raccoon, you bond remained unbreakable.

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, your attraction to the transformed Rocket grew stronger. The pulsating music, the dimmed lights, and the intoxicating atmosphere seemed to fuel your chemistry. Amidst the vibrant chaos of the bar, you and Rocket found yourselves drawn closer together, your bodies leaning in as you shared whispered conversations and laughter. The line between friendship and something more began to blur, your inhibitions lowered by the alcohol.

You leaned in closer to Rocket, your eyes shining with a mix of desire and mischief. The music thumped in the background, providing a pulsating rhythm to your moment.

With a daring smile, you closed the distance between you two and pressed your lips against his, capturing him in a passionate kiss. The world seemed to spin around you as the crowd faded into a blur, leaving only the heat of the moment between you.

The kiss was electric, a fusion of longing, curiosity, and unspoken emotions. Rocket's initial surprise gave way to reciprocation, his hand instinctively finding its place on the small of your back, drawing you even closer. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in the intoxicating moment.

Your lips finally parted, leaving you both breathless and wide-eyed with a mix of astonishment and exhilaration. The realization of what had just transpired settled in, and your cheeks flushed with a combination of excitement and self-awareness.

Rocket, his voice laced with a touch of huskiness, spoke softly, "Well, that was unexpected."

Your eyes still locked with his, you managed a playful yet nervous smile. "I guess I got carried away. Blame it on the drinks. "

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and desire. "Hey, no complaints here. You've got good taste."

Your cheeks flushed again, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement coloring your features. "Well, I guess I can't resist your charms, human or not."

#marvel x reader #marvel x you #guardians of the galaxy x you #guardians of the galaxy x reader #rocket racoon x reader #rocket racoon x you #rocket x reader #rocket x you #human rocket #human rocket x you #human rocket x reader #guardians of the galaxy imagines #guardians of the galaxy imagine #guardians of the galaxy fanfic #rocket imagines

[citrinesparkles]

take a break

jason todd x gender neural reader. 595 words. notes: requested by the ever-lovely austen anon for my valentine's celebration! so sorry for the wait, love- i don't even want to acknowledge how much trouble this gave me. happy st paddy's for anybody celebrating! warnings: picking at fingernails, reader's stressed out and hangry, i think that's it!

"you're doing it again."

jason's voice gently dragged your attention away from the work you were poring over, bringing it to the fact that you were indeed picking at your nails.

"dammit," you muttered, clenching and unclenching your fists before very pointedly laying your hands on your keyboard. right where you could see them. "thanks, jay."

"mhm."

you and he returned to your peaceful co-existence, sitting on the bed and at the desk respectively, the only consistent sounds the jazz he had playing quietly and the rain hitting the window.

it was peaceful.

or it would have been, had your stomach not been in knots over the tasks staring you in the face. all you wanted to do was turn your computer off, throw your phone in a safe and forget the combination, and curl up into jason's side for the rest of the day.

with a sigh, you threw yourself back into your reading.

you made some progress, the words actually making sense this time- right until your boyfriend sniffled.

such an innocent action. he probably didn't even realize he did it; but you did.

and it threw you out of your rhythm.

you swore under your breath, letting your head fall forwards to thunk against the desk almost childishly.

you felt his eyes on you. "that bad, huh?"

"yes," you groaned into the desk. "that bad."

"maybe-"

"i don't really want advice."

there was the sound of fabric across fabric and the quiet creak of the bed, and then there was a hand on your upper back. "okay."

"i just- i don't want to do this."

"i know."

"i'm tired, i've got a headache, my neck hurts. my eyes hurt. my eyelids hurt. i just want to go to sleep."

he hummed, rubbing small circles in between your shoulder blades.

"i'm so sick of this shit." you took a deep breath, letting it out in a heavy sigh. "alright, what's your genius idea?"

"i wouldn't say ge-"

"jason."

"sorry," he said, grin fully audible. "how about a break to eat?"

"groundbreaking," you said dryly.

"i said i wouldn't call it genius."

you rolled your eyes. "it's not an awful idea, either."

"considering you didn't have breakfast-"

"alright," you groaned. "alright. food."

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jason, damn his ass, was right. food did help.

but so did getting to curl up into his side on the couch, far away from both computer and phone, so he wasn't the only one that was right. so there.

now, here, away from the brain-melting screen and despair inducing deadline, with jason- wonderful, caring, genius jason- holding one of your hands loosely in his own against your shoulder, things somehow seemed a lot more manageable.

and his jazz- streaming through one earbud for each of you- was much more "smooth, lovely mood music" than "the very last straw", now.

funny how that worked.

funny how his rhythmic tapping on his thigh and low hum were the sweetest sounds you'd ever heard when you weren't neck-deep in reading.

"i like you a lot more out here," you said dryly, squeezing his hand.

"out here, or after food?"

"...no comment."

he chuckled, resting his head against his. "i'd see through it anyway."

"cocky."

"observant," he said playfully, "and therefore confident."

"confident, cocky, potato, potahto."

"only if potato is justified and potahto is not."

you huffed out a laugh despite yourself, rolling your eyes. "oh, shut up. i'm listening to art."

he made a zipping motion over his lips, and you snuggled further into his side.

your work could wait a little while longer.

#citrine writes #being me is just one big game of 'lemme go search my masterlist and make sure i didn't already use that title' #boy. i am rusty. hope this lives up to your hopes aussie my beloved! #jason todd #dc #dc imagine #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #imagines #gn reader #dc comics #dc comics imagine

[beyondthesefourwalls]

Dancing in the Dark

Summary: Bradley was never one for clubs. Flashing lights, dance remixes of the same four songs, and overpriced watered down drinks just weren’t his thing. But you had begged him so prettily to go with you that he couldn’t help but agree. It was exactly as bad as he thought it was going to be, but when he saw how irresistible you looked on the dance floor, he decided to get his revenge in a way that left both of you satisfied but wanting more. 

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: thigh riding, dirty talk, language, exhibitionism 

Word Count: 2900

Notes: This idea entered my head and then simply wouldn’t leave no matter how hard I tried to ignore it. Here’s the end result.

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Bradley wasn’t one for environments like this. The flashing lights made his head hurt, and the different dance remixes of the same four songs sounded more like screeching or someone getting tone on him than anything else. Not to mention the drinks were overpriced and watered down, and because of the hoards of people, it took forever to get them in the first place. 

You knew he hated it, but had given him that pretty little pout and begged him to go with you anyway. You were going with a few of your friends from college and they were all bringing their significant others. You didn’t want to be the only one flying solo. He had resisted, but then you dropped to your knees in that slinky black dress you had put on for the night and wrapped your red painted lips around him. He was agreeing before he even realized it. 

Getting him to do exactly what you wanted came easy; he was wrapped around your finger, and you both knew it. 

It was his luck at least that you pulled this stunt on the night the DJ was focusing on music he actually liked, 80s and 90s throwbacks pulsing through the dimly lit club. Even if the techno flare that overlaid them made him want to cringe, the familiarity of the lyrics made listening to it more bearable, especially when you had inevitably abandoned him to go dance. 

He did his best to keep track of you in the crowd, but the annoying blonde you insisted was your friend was pulling your group deeper and deeper into the mass of bodies on the overpacked dance floor. He sighed when you finally disappeared from his view and the blonde’s even more annoying blonde boyfriend started talking to him almost immediately, asking about what life was like in the Navy, throwing out every stereotype he’d probably ever heard about the branch, the other two guys quickly joining in with their own takes. He could barely get a word in to answer any of their questions or correct them before they’re firing off some joke about being able to swim that he’d heard a million times before. 

Bradley loved you so much, but the two of you seriously needed to have a conversation about your taste in “friends”, and their taste in men.  

He threw back the rest of his drink, the liquor going down his throat with a pleasant burn. He stood from the booth with a tight, forced smile. 

“Excuse me,” he said. He heard one of the guys calling after him - red head’s boyfriend, he thought - asking to grab him a drink while he was up. Bradley figured the music was loud enough that he could pretend he didn’t hear him. He kept as close to the edge of the room as he could as he weaved his way through toward the bar. It was just as crowded on this side of the club, but at least he was free of forced conversation with people he had no interest in being around. He flagged the bartender down relatively quickly, and when his drink was in hand, he turned toward the dance floor. He had no plans of going back to the booth right away. 

It was almost fascinating, observing all these strangers as they danced and jumped around, some clearly with more rhythm and passion than others. He watched them in amusement, and maybe a little bit of judgment. 

It wasn’t long, though, before his eyes found you, and those feelings melted into something else entirely. Sometimes, it still took Bradley by surprise how, even after two years of dating, just the sight of you could get his heart racing like this. 

The neon strobe lights that filled the club illuminated your body in the dark, and it was almost like you were otherworldly. You had separated from your friends, choosing instead to get lost in the music by yourself, and watching you move captivated him. Your eyes were closed, your hands trailing over your own body, one in your hair and the other running the length of your side. The already hot room felt hotter when your fingertips teased the hemline of your short black dress. He took another sip of his drink as he let his eyes slowly trail back up. When he got to your face, your eyes were open and already on him. 

You crooked a finger, beckoning him to come join you. He saw the little quirk of your lips; you knew what you were doing to him and clearly thought you had the upper hand. It wasn’t a far fetched thought; you often did have the upper hand when it came to him doing what you wanted. But Bradley felt the sudden urge to remind you of the control he had, too.  

With a slight smirk, he shook his head. Your face transformed into that familiar pout that got him into the club in the first place. He did nothing but quirk an eyebrow at you and sip from his glass in return. Your pout deepend while Bradley’s smirk grew. 

You were nothing if not determined, though. Your body never stopped moving and as the song changed to something lower, your movements adjusted to the new rhythm. Even from this far away, he could see that your eyes were dark and hooded. You brought one of those red lips between your teeth and the hand that had been at your side trailed up your stomach to rest on the space between your breasts where your dress didn’t cover. Bradley felt his pants tighten as he watched you. 

You were dancing just for him now, and he was mesmerized.  

His eyes didn’t leave you as your body continued to sway. The flashing lights provided you with a colored spotlight every other beat, and the way it bounced off you almost made you look like you were shimmering. The way you were moving your hands over your exposed skin had him shifting in his seat and running his tongue over his bottom lip; he was hungry for you, but he wanted to make you wait just a bit longer. This slow kind of torture was something both of you enjoyed. 

Once a full song had passed, your head cocked to the side in question. Bradley took the last sip of his drink and set the glass down on the bar top behind him and started moving toward you. Like the tease that you were, though, you smirked at him and moved further into the crowd. Bradley could have rolled his eyes if it weren’t for how turned on he was; he had made you wait, and now you were making him chase you, right into the middle of the dance floor that you knew he didn’t want to be on to begin with. 

You turned your back to him once he drew near. He didn’t hesitate to grab your hips and pull you flush against him. The giggle that had been escaping your mouth turned into a soft moan when you immediately felt how hard he was. You went to turn in his arms to face him, but Bradley held you in place with a large hand on your stomach. The silky material of your dress was cool under his palm. 

“You wanted to dance,” he said in your ear. A shiver ran through your body. “So let’s dance.” 

“Bradley…” 

He didn’t acknowledge you aside from beginning to sway his body behind you. After a shuddering breath, he felt you relax against him as you did the same. Dancing together wasn’t something new for either of you, though the vibe in your shared kitchen as breakfast cooked on the stove was admittedly more lighthearted than what he was feeling now. Still, your bodies moved together, a perfect compliment to the other. You always felt so good against him, no matter the setting. 

The hand that wasn’t pressing you into him by your stomach ghosted up your body. Your head tilted to the side as he pushed your hair out of the way, exposing the column of your throat for him. He inhaled deeply, letting your scent wash over him. He groaned lightly before placing a kiss to the soft skin where your neck met your shoulder. He let his finger slip under the thin strap of your black dress, caressing the skin for a moment before snapping it back into place. You jerked in surprise, and he pressed you closer. He ground against you with more intention this time. Your moan was lost in the loud, pulsing music, as you reached a hand back to thread your fingers through his curls, the other resting over his at your front. 

The music changed again, the beat turning more seductive, and the throbbing neon lights transitioned to something darker. Bradley spared a quick glance around. They were surrounded by bodies on all sides, but the dance floor was so crowded and dark, he could barely make out the faces of those directly next to them. Everyone was so caught up in their own partners and moving to the speakers; nobody seemed to be paying them any attention at all. With that in mind, Bradley moved his lips to your ear. 

“Do you trust me?” he asked. You nodded without even trying to look at him, and if anything, the blind faith you showed him made him even hotter for you. He pressed a kiss to the shell of your ear. “Good girl.” 

The hand that had been settled on your stomach slowly moved south. He grazed where he knew the band of your underwear lay beneath your dress. You gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair. 

“I bet if I were to lift this dress and move those pretty panties of yours to the side, I’d find you wet for me, wouldn’t I?” 

He let his hand slip lower and pressed the pads of his fingers down until he could feel you through the layers of clothing keeping you hidden. He only gave you the pressure for a moment before moving his hand back up. 

“I’m not the only one turned on right now, baby. I can feel you, too,” your words were steady, but he could hear the effort that went into them. You were teetering on that edge of control and he knew it wouldn’t take much more for you to give in. 

Bradley hummed in agreement, holding you still for a moment while he rubbed himself against you, proving your point. 

“You did this to me, pretty girl. Watching you dance for me in this dress? How could I not be hard?” 

He nipped at your shoulder when you were opening your mouth to respond, the words stolen from your mouth with a gasp. He soothed the bite with his tongue before moving to your neck, pressing hot, open mouth kisses to the skin. He wasn’t gentle; he wanted you to walk out of this damn club with marks on your skin, ones that he put there. You moaned out his name, clutching at his hand. He didn’t stop until he was satisfied that the skin would be blooming a pretty bruise. 

“Everyone in this place can see how beautiful you are, but you’re mine, aren’t you?” 

You moaned his name with a nod, and he knew he had you. 

With no warning, he grasped your hips and spun you so you were facing him. You barely had time to gasp out in surprise before he was pressing his mouth to yours. His tongue swiped against the seam of your lips, demanding entrance. You happily complied. He licked into your mouth, tasting the tequila you had drank earlier. Kissing you always made him crave more. 

One of his hands moved down to cup your behind. He squeezed and you rolled your hips into his, chasing friction. His cock throbbed in his jeans. 

He tugged your bottom lip between his teeth when he pulled away. You whimpered and chased after him. Your kiss was hungry and possessive and he matched every ounce of your intensity. 

After one more rough squeeze of your ass, Bradley slid his hand down to your thigh. He groaned into your mouth at the feel of your soft skin once he bypassed the hemline of your dress. He rubbed back and forth in the way that always made you flush and shiver before he moved you enough to slot his leg in between both of yours. He pulled you impossibly closer, dragging your wet core against the rough denim. The sudden stimulation is enough to have you pulling your lips from his, gasping for air. Your lips were swollen and your chest heaved as you fought to fill your lungs. Your eyes were glazed as they met his in question, but even then, you didn’t hesitate to roll your hips with a soft whimper. 

“That feel good, baby?”

You nodded, but your eyes left his to glance around. Bradley clicked his tongue in disapproval and guided your gaze back to him with a bounce of his leg. “Don’t look at them. You look at me. Does it feel good?”

“So good,” you breathed, so low he almost couldn’t hear you as the music pounded through the speakers. Your hips circled again and he smirked. “Please, Bradley. Please.”

“Mmm, I got you,” Bradley hummed in approval. He flexed the thick, corded muscle between your legs and your head lolled to the side again as your eyes fluttered closed. 

Throngs of people were grinding and moving together around them, hands roaming over their partners, pressed just as close together as the two of you were. But he wondered what the two of you looked like right now, in the middle of it all. You were practically straddling his thigh as the two of you danced. It was indecent, but it was thrilling, too, knowing that only he could get you like this. He hadn’t been intending to take it all the way; he had been planning simply to rile you up as a punishment for making him come to this damn place at all. But now, bringing you pleasure in this crowd of people who were completely unaware of what was happening, was all he wanted. 

He could tell you were itching for it, too. 

“Does this turn you on? Grinding on my thigh like this in front of all of these people?” 

You whimpered, one hand clutching his shirt while the other tugged at his curls. Your face found the crook of his neck and he could feel you practically panting. The little puffs of air against his skin mixed with the needy sounds falling from your lips had his head swimming.

“I can feel you soaking through my jeans already. You’re so fucking filthy, you know that?” 

With a hand on your hip, Bradley helped rock you back and forth. He really could feel your wetness seeping through to his skin. The flimsy material of your underwear had to be molded to you at this point. You ground your hips down at the same time he tensed the muscle you were dragging yourself against and your body gave a hard jerk he was all too familiar with that happened any time he touched your clit. He smirked in delight, doing it again. 

“Can feel you throbbing, baby. I know you want to come - I know you need it. So do it, dirty girl. Soak my thigh. Come for me right now for everyone to see.” 

Your movements sped up a little, and Bradley’s grew harsher in return. As the song playing reached its crescendo, so did you. Your back arched and your teeth sunk into his neck to keep from screaming, but he tugged your head back with a hand in your hair so he could bring your lips to his. Your mouths connected in a filthy kiss of tongue and teeth and he swallowed your moans as you trembled in his arms, riding out your orgasm. You whined into his mouth when you entered the realm of oversensitivity and he pulled away slowly. Your red lipstick was practically nonexistent now, your eyes glazed over and fucked out; you were breathtaking. 

He moved his leg, giving you the reprieve you were looking for. He kept you wrapped in his arms, swaying again like everyone else, as you caught your bearings. 

“You didn’t make a great case of me not dragging you out with me anymore,” you breathed out. “That was so fucking hot.” 

“Mmm,” Bradley hummed, trailing kisses from your nose all the way to your ear, tugging on the lobe with his teeth before he whispered to you, his voice still rough and low with want. He pushed his center into yours once so you could feel how hard he still was. “The next time you try to get me to come to this place, I’m tying you to the bed, and neither of us are leaving.” 

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Notes: Hope you liked it! Likes/comments/reblogs always mean the world. Thanks to Mak and Em for reading over it as per usual💚

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[triviallytrue]

I'm moving different. This shit ain't nothing to me man. I'm a dog. I'm biting the fart bubbles in the bath. We smoking symbiotes. Smoking that Whoopi Goldberg South Egyptian Furburger Deluxe Mega Million Scratcher Skunk Bubba Kush. We smoking dung beetle. I'm on twelve Vicodins smoking on Scooby Doo dick. We smoking Sequoia banshee boogers? We snorting that good buffalo soldier tamarind Jordanian Jibbies. They must have amnesia, they forgot that I'm Him. That Burberry backwoods pack kitten that pussy smell, like a Hellcat VH. We smoking shit in a glass pipe blowing the Lord's bubbles. I'm sick in the head. I'm on them Broward County tic tacs. I'm on them Georgetown geronimos. I'm on them Nashville nibblers. I left my Margielas in the Benz truck, I'll have to stunt on them next time. I don't give a fuck if I go blind. I don't need to see the price tag anyway. We s- I'm high on twelve Jason Bournes looking to beat the cum out of a thick fresh hoe. We smoking filtered crack you stupid piece of shit. I'll fucking kill you. Call that pussy The Matrix cuz I'm in this bitch, and I can't get out. Last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves. The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly faded into darkness, and I let the archangels take him. I need more Sequoia banshee boogers! Don't be shy girl, I love me some, pastrami mud flaps. I'm moving like French Montana. Hæh? Welcome to the cream kingdom bitch, open up! Blac Chyna, I drink her piss out of another man's balls. My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Herrelson. You ain't seen ten bands in your life, chit! Reach for my neck you'll get turned into an example. Y'all gotta stop playing with me man. I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the Great Pyramids. I pushed a camel through the eye of a needle. This shit ain't nothing to me man. Tied the opps to the back of a track hog. And dragged him around the block for twenty four hours. Motherfucker! Looked like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him. Opps wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant. I'm moving like Oppenheimer. She drop that ass on me from an egregarious angle, they thought I was Steven Wallace. Top shelf zaza, disrupted my circadian rhythm. I have seen the Magna Carta, I have seen the eye of Horuh. I was flipping bricks for Mansa Musa before you all even became a type 1 civilization. This shit ain't nothing to me you stupid piece of shit. Step the wrong way and you will perish. That pussy feel like Biscoff butter. You think I care about this shit? Ask me if I care about this shit, cuz I don't give a shit. If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a shit, I'd be broke, cuz I don't give a shit. My bitch look like David Hasselhoff. I balled so hard they thought I was a fucking nutsack. This shit ain't nothing to me man I'll kill you you stupid piece of shit

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[pedrostylez]

Mi Luz | Javier Pena x fem!reader

pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader

summary: reader and Javier are coworkers that typically hate each other, but find each other helpful in relieving that stress

rating: 18+ (no minors please)

word count: 1.7k

warnings etc: smut, dirty talk, light choking, unprotected p in v sex, pet names, established relationship. NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: Hi! Please be kind...first attempt at writing something. I got a thing for Narcos Pedro ok? Anyways. There's potential for this to be a one-off or have a prologue/continuation. Just wanted to get my toes wet :)

"Please-"

"That's not good enough baby." His breath fanned across your chin and neck, hands wandering your sides to your hips, pressing down so you wouldn't move. He kept you in place, teasing your clit with his leaking head.

You couldn't help but still try to squirm, even though he was holding you down. "I just want to feel you."

His chuckle was quiet, deep in his chest as he tilted his head to get a better look at you. "You can feel me if you just ask, darlin'."

It was either beg or get nothing-You knew that.

He loved that.

You were so demanding and bratty at work-always knew what you wanted and how to get shit done, but meaner than just your powerful woman. He had no problem with women that knew what they wanted, but the attitude and tone you took with him specifically always made him grind his teeth. Having you under him and begging for release-begging to not be in charge-well he craved that almost as much as he craved being inside you.

"All you have to do is ask nicely and I'll take care of you. Just how you like. Don't you want that?" His hand that had been bruising your hip reached up to your nipple, squeezing lightly and then rolling it between his index and thumb. God, maybe just a quick taste so he could hear your whimper a little more.

His tongue was hot on your skin as he wrapped his lips around the pebbled bud, you threw your head back and a deep sigh left your lips. The way his teeth just barely came down on you to give you a bite made your eyes roll in the back of your head. "Peña, I need you. Please, just- fuck it feels like I can't breathe."

You sounded so good like this to his ears. He couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face, the dimple forming on his left cheek as he released your nipple and pushed his hips forward, taking his hand that had been helping you to his mouth and moving it to your throat. "That's right cielo, that wasn't so hard was it?"

His cockiness was lost on you as he slid in, your hands reaching up to drag down his shoulders and arms, holding on at his wrist as he lightly held your neck in place. He never squeezed too hard, taking you seriously when you said you felt like you couldn't breathe. He didn't want to leave marks and have you embarrassed the next day at work when you would inevitably pretend you didn't like him, know him, or fuck him.

You needed this. Him, thrusting relentlessly at a steady rhythm, not rushed or slow, his breathy grunts and sometimes the light whimpers as he lost himself in you-it was everything.

You wouldn't mind being his if he wasn't someone that was known to get around the office. He never seemed to want to settle, and it wasn't your job to push that. But him getting on top of you and releasing the stress of the day? You could allow that much, at least.

"You're so beautiful like this, taking me like the good girl I know you can be, huh? You need me don't you, m-mi sol?" He couldn't help himself with the pet names. He tried correcting himself before he could blurt it out, but it came out as a stutter instead. He was so infatuated with you that he wanted you to desperately want him back, and it made him insecure. Even as he was making you feel on top of the world.

"Yes." You were lost in what you were feeling. "Fuck, you feel so good Peña-"

"Javi, baby. Please don't-fuck-just say my name." He was struggling to let you keep calling you by what everyone at work called him. You could get his attention with his last name while on the job, keeping it professional, but behind closed doors? With you under him? Begging him for more? He wanted to be able to hear you later when he was in the shower thinking about this moment.

"Ja-Javi." His hand released your throat as he leaned down to kiss behind your ear. "You feel amazing, Javi."

He groaned, biting on your ear and lifting your leg higher around his waist, changing the angle slighting. "Fuck, that's it cariño. I can feel you squeezing around me."

You reached up to his back, lightly scratching down Javier's shoulder blades, making him inhale harshly. "I think you're close too, Javi."

You sounded too confident, the smirk he saw on your face as he propped himself up insured that. He stopped thrusting and leaned away to reach a hand between you. "If you plan on finishing you better be going first because otherwise-" His thumb reached your clit, circling slowly as he started thrusting again, his other hand holding your leg up by your knee, spreading you out so he could see himself entering you. "you're going to just be my plaything today instead of the other way around. Is that what you want?"

He wanted nothing more than to bite your lip when you sucked in a breath at his touch and pouted. "No, please I want to cum."

Fuck-he could have come on the spot. He closed his eyes to try and regain control, stuttering in his thrusting but pushing harder on your clit. "You have no idea what you do to me."

He said it so quietly you weren't sure you were supposed to hear him, but it made your heart swell either way. "Please keep going Javi, I'm so close."

"I know baby, I want you to come around me. Let me feel you, yeah? You're so beautiful when you let go." He just couldn't help himself. He didn't even stutter that time, chastizing himself in his head but batting the thought away. You were beautiful when you lost control, body shaking and reaching for him like he was the only lifeline you had. "Let me see you mi luz."

His thrusts were getting sloppy, but he held his composure until he felt you release. It was cloud nine every time Javi was the one with you.

You had tried on multiple occasions to have someone else be your stress relief. Peña's reputation was gossip around the office, which meant you would soon be included in that. But anyone else didn't satisfy-and when you had your one night stand with Peña and no one was the wiser, you thought it couldn't hurt to continue.

Especially when he made you feel like this.

You felt yourself coming down as he began, his mouth opening slightly to release grunts, but then he caught himself and closed his eyes, biting his lip. He didn't want to let on that he was completely infatuated and obliterated by you. Being noisy would have been too much, right?

He still couldn't help it and let out a whimper, making you pulse around him and surprise him. His eyes popped open as he began to release, shocked at your reaction to his noises. "Fuck-ah-you like that? W-When I can't help but-ah-but make noise? When I c-can't help myself?"

Your face and chest blushed red, grabbing onto his forearms as he continued to thrust through his finish, lengthening your orgasm to a slower come down. He had let out a few more groans, trying to compose himself by asking you heated questions. "Yes, I like hearing you."

You were going to be the death of him. His eyes closed, halting inside you and he leaned his weight onto his elbows and was now nose to nose with you. He brushed his lips lightly against yours, not really thinking about the implications. He wanted to let you know how he felt the same-how he can't help himself around you, wants to hear you, but didn't know how to put it into words without being awkward now that you were both coming down.

He hadn't been able to be with anyone else since your first night with him. Sweaty, rushed in his Jeep after the whole office went out for drinks, but it was the best that he had ever had up until that point. Every time after that topped it, was with you.

He pulled out of you slowly, resting his hip off to your side, both of you laying naked in his bed. No one else had come to his bed-he went to theirs so that he could leave and not let people into his space. You didn't know that. You hadn't asked. "Do you want to shower?"

You giggled, looking down at your body and seeing both yours and his sweat mixed on your skin. "Yeah-Columbia's heat is difficult to get used to."

He smiled, tracing your collarbone for a moment before rolling over and out of the bed. "I'll order some takeout cariño, if you want to get the water started."

"What does that mean, again?" You questioned, sitting up and stretching your neck. You had been in Columbia with the embassy for a while, working their archives and helping officers find information they needed, but never really picked up on the language as much as you thought you would. It was disappointing in a way, but you reminded yourself you hadn't been here long and didn't converse outside of your bubble for safety purposes.

Javier paused, phone already on his ear waiting for the restaurant to pick up. "Uh, nothing. Just a nickname. I'm sorry I keep slipping into Spanish." He sounded so nervous, and you swore you saw a blush creeping up his neck.

"I thought I would have caught on by now, but I'm a little slower to understanding it. Eventually..." You trailed off, standing and heading into his bathroom and turning on the water. You looked in the mirror and saw how content you looked-hair a mess, eyes and lips puffy, but satisfied. You had a feeling that your bubble with Peña would burst soon, but for now, you were content pretending it wouldn't.

Javier finished ordering food over the phone, hearing the water running and walking slowly toward it. It was a blessing that you didn't know he had called you heaven or his sunshine. Fuck, he had even referred to you as his light...he felt anxiety in his stomach at the thought of you finding out, connecting the dots that this wasn't just a "fucking because we are stressed and nothing else" type of relationship. He didn't know how to ask you about your feelings and didn't want to right now. Why ruin the bursts of satisfaction he rarely had to begin with?

With a sigh he entered the bathroom, seeing you bent over the tub and feeling the water temperature. You looked over your shoulder as you changed the setting for the water to come out of the showerhead. "You better put that ass away unless you want to go for round two." He was breathless already, desperately hard and not understanding how he could be.

You smirked and stood straight. "Let's clean up a little first, Peña."

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[hystericstar]

saw ur sub virgin sidon and it is *chef's kiss* !!!

If it's all good, I'd like to ask for a virgin sidon too but on his first heat/rut!! Up to you if you want him to be the sub or dom but sloppy desperate sidon is all I need

‼️‼️He whimpers and whines 🗣🗣🗣

anyways, here you go 🤭

! MDNI !

“So tight. So pretty. More. Need more.” His hips repeatedly slammed into yours roughly. He hugged you close, breathing in your intoxicating scent the entire time. Each new bead of sweat got licked clean off immediately. The Zora king had been using you like a toy for hours. Every thrust squeezed more and more of his cum out of you, but at this point, neither of you could care.

His body had felt abnormally hot for about a week now, so when you had initially offered to help relieve him he was more than willing. However, it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy him. He had never experienced anything like this before, leaving him with little to no control over himself. Countless meetings have been delayed due to his absence yet he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when he’s balls deep inside you, leaving bruises and hickeys everywhere he could reach.

“S-Sidon! Please…slow down-!” You were a wailing, crying mess. You had been, for the last two and a half hours. Every time you looked, your stomach swelled more and more with his seed, and his strikingly large dick didn’t help either. “So full.” You couldn’t help but pant. “So good! You feel so good. I can’t- I can’t get enough.” His voice trembled in your ear. He was equally overstimulated, but it felt so good he needed more.

Tears of his own began forming. “I-I can’t stop. Hah my pearl…I’m so- ahn! so sorry.” Sidon truly felt so guilty. He promised he’d try to contain himself but he just couldn’t. He was anxious to hear your opinion on this once this forsaken rut ended. You on the other hand, we’re having a ball. Sidon fucking you silly was the best thing you could’ve possibly ever asked for. You knew that under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t dare treat you as rough as this- especially not with any breaks. So for him to use you like his own personal fleshlight? Yes please!

The rhythm of his hips suddenly began to stutter, a clear indicative that he was growing close to yet another orgasm. Sidon threw his head back, roughly pulling you back into him by the hips over and over again, silently telling himself that this was the last time. At least, for the night it was.

You felt him twitch inside of you as you arched your back. The pillow below you had formed a puddle of drool in reminder of your mouth being agape in pure ecstasy for most of the night. “A-ah! My love!” Sidon pulled out of you, hot ribbons of cum painting your back. He knew if he finished inside you once more, the feeling might overwhelm you more so than you clearly already are. Beads of your combined fluids spilled out and made their way down your leg. The king simply admired you, all the while working through the feeling of his heartbeat resonating through his body. He was no fool to the way your legs trembled slightly. ‘Job well done’ he simply thought. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.

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sorry for the slow updates! Motivation suddenly left me lol. This one was sitting unfinished in my drafts for a while, simply because I didn’t really like the way it came out. Nonetheless, I finished it! I’m about to go to bed so it isn’t really proofread, so please forgive me if you come across any mistakes while reading. Thank you for requesting!

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[seokmthw]

lover of mine | kim taerae

⇢ pairing: taerae x reader

⇢ warnings: fluff

⇢ word count: 645

⇢ note: this one is dedicated to @zerobaselove because i'm desperately trying to make her lose her war of not biasing taerae. love youuuuuu <3 (tried so hard to wait and post this but i literally could not)

the moment taerae opened the front door to your shared apartment, his eyes went to your sleeping figure curled up on the couch. guilt troubled his mind for a moment, because he knew you’d be staying up waiting for him despite him telling you to just go to bed. however, upon seeing your even, peaceful breaths, he felt his gaze soften almost immediately. 

it had been another long night of practice and staying behind for a couple more hours to put the finishing touches on an original song he was currently working on and planned to release within the next month or so. it made your boyfriend feel horrible for leaving you alone the entire day, but there wasn’t much he was able to do about it because he had a deadline he desperately needed to meet.

he sighed softly, tossing his bag on the ground. he untied his shoes and kicked them messily off to the side - he was going to be up again in a few hours anyway, so it’s not like it mattered if they were neat. within a few minutes he was gently tapping your shoulder in an attempt to wake you up so you could go and get some sleep in your shared bed as opposed to your uncomfortable couch.

you stirred at the contact, eyebrows knitting together from your annoyance before you caught sight of the boy above you, the softest, goofiest smile tugging at his lips. your voice was raspy from sleep as you spoke, “how was your day?”

“tiring and long,” taerae replied, “i’m just glad to be out of the studio, i felt like i was going crazy in there.”

you hummed in response, and by now, he had pulled you up from the couch with his arm lazily slung around your shoulders, pulling your body close to his as the two of you walked to your bedroom. the brunette’s eyes flickered down to the shirt that adorned your body. it swallowed your frame and fell just to the middle of your thighs, but you looked cozy as ever in it.

gripping the fabric in between his thumb and forefinger with a gentle smile, he asked, “is this my shirt?”

“yeah,” you blushed over the fact that he taken notice of the stolen object, “none of my sleep shirts were clean. i hope you don’t mind that i borrowed one.”

“of course not. you can steal as many of my shirts as you want if that means i get to see you wear them,” the happy grin on his face was hard to miss, his dimples sinking deep into his cheeks and his eyes crinkling in the corners. 

he pushed your bedroom door open with his foot, the two of you greeted with your unmade bed you didn’t have the energy to fiddle with upon waking up earlier that day. you yawned, learned closer into taerae’s side, desperate to be as close to him as humanly possible. he chuckled at you, “let’s get you to bed, love.”

he didn’t have to tell you again, because you were crawling into bed almost instantly, waiting for him to follow you. he quickly changed before he slipped in next to you, looking visibly exhausted from working late and having a stressful day. you threw an arm over his torso, resting your head on his chest with a content sigh once you were able to hear the rhythm of his heartbeat, “i’m so glad you’re home.”

your words were quiet, almost as if he could miss them if he weren’t listening close enough, and it melted him even more. he kissed the crown of your head, taking note of how your eyes had long since fluttered shut and your breaths were even once again. he pulled the blanket up over your bodies, kissing you once more before whispering, “me too.”

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[lanitalay]

Among Flames and Starlight Chapter 9

a/n: lets all take a collective cleansing breath and enjoy this chapter, its a good time

Warnings: none

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“And one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.” Irene counted to the rhythm and watched her little students move to the beat. “Good, take a water break and we’ll finish up the dance.” 

She had begun giving the children of Jesminda’s village classes a few months ago. The unexpected visit to Velaris reminded her of what she loved about living there and, while a small village in Autumn was not the same as the bustling city, she was determined to make it a better place to live, in whatever way she could. Jesminda and Lucien helped her fix up an abandoned barn to offer the classes and after a slow first few weeks, she had a couple of dozen regular students. 

“Alright children, positions!” The pitter patter of their tiny feet never failed to make her smile. “Hands up! And one, two, three, four, hands down, six, seven, eight. We do that two more times then go back to the pirouette.”  

“They’re looking so good!” Jesminda compliments as she helps Irene sweep the barn floor. 

“They have improved so much in the last few weeks, I think they’re really excited about the recital.” Irene is closing up the windows and doors so that no woodland creature makes a home out of her makeshift studio.

“Even Lucien is excited for the recital, we don’t have much entertainment here other than who’s sleeping with who. By the way, did you see how little Mae’s mother kept eyeing you? She looked just about ready to take a bite.” 

Irene laughs, which she frequently did with Jesminda “she was doing no such thing.” 

“Oh yes she was, next time I catch her I’ll send you a signal.” 

“Are you ready to go?” Lucien asks from the main doors. 

“Honey, help Irene with the windows, will you?” 

Lucien nods and holds up large square pieces of plywood against the window opening while Irene bolts them down. “Let me get my things and we can go.”  

Irene and Lucien dropped off Jesminda at her cottage before returning to the Forest House. On the ride back they stopped at a creek to water the horses. “You seem… better. I mean, better than when you first got here.” 

She was petting her horse and gave him a hint of a smile “I’m feeling better, I kind of forgot how much I enjoy dancing. Victoria and I have taken lessons all our lives.” 

“Well, I’m glad. This version of you is much better than corpse bride.” 

“Hey!” She said and kicked some water his way.

“Just being honest.” 

“Let’s go back to the house, I’m hungry.”

The pair left the horses in the stables and went to Mora’s wing of the house where they usually had dinner. Typically it was just the three of them, but today Eris was sitting at the table talking with his mother. 

“Hello,” Lucien greeted Mora with a kiss and his brother with a punch in the shoulder. 

“Manners, Lucien!” 

Eris smirked as his brother gave them an unconvincing “sorry.” 

“Irene, please tell me he acts civilized when you two are out.”

Lucien sits down next to Mora and Irene resolves to sit next to Eris. “He’s the perfect gentleman.” 

“You don’t have to cover for him.” Eris teases. 

“Well, there was one time he spooked my horse on purpose and it threw me off…” she couldn’t help the smile on her face as she finally got to throw him to the wolves. After that fall her back was sore for days. 

“Good gods! We are going to have a long talk, Lucien. Tomorrow morning you are to report here.”  

“Yes ma'am.” He conceded. 

“What is it that you two do anyways?” Eris asked, beginning to cut into the filet served for dinner. Irene picked up her own cutlery and sent a questioning glance to Lucien, not sure what she should answer. He shrugged. 

“Well, I’ve been teaching dance lessons to some children from the nearest village. Most days Lucien accompanies me.” Eris and Mora shared a surprised look. 

“You didn’t know?” He asked his mother, since she saw his wife more than he did. “Not a clue.” 

“Let’s have this stay between us, please.” 

“Don’t worry dear, we won’t tell a soul outside this room.” 

The rest of the meal went by in pleasant conversation. Irene looked around and realized that breathing felt natural again. The months of shock, grief and trauma still lingered. She doubted they could ever be erased. But in this moment, in this room, with these people, life did not feel like an inescapable prison. 

The next morning Irene was back in the stables, she didn’t have class but the day was beautiful and she thought it would be a shame to spend it inside. She was getting her horse ready when a loud rustle of leaves caught her attention. Coming out of the forest was Eris. She squinted as she saw movement around him. A pack of hounds were running along his side and nipping each other as they chased a stick he threw. One of the hounds got too far and Eris called him back with a whistle. How had she never known he had dogs? Making sure the stable gate was closed, she walked over to where he now stood, throwing pieces of meat to the canines that followed his command to “sit.”

“Do they have names?” 

He looked at her from the corner of his eye. “Yes.”

“Well, what are they?” 

“If you really want to know, you can read their collars.” 

“Do they bite?” Eris only smirked. “They don’t usually interact with strangers.”

Irene rolled her eyes and looked at the dogs, there were six in total, each a different shade of brown. Their tails were stilled and ears pointed, not used to hearing a female voice. Two had their tongues out, doe eyes focused on Eris’ hand where he held more treats. Adorable. 

Irene deemed their cuteness a testament to their good behavior. So with a few careful steps she got closer to them and extended a tentative hand. They remained seated, the one nearest to her inched forward his nose and sniffed her palm. Then she reached for the top of his head and pet him softly. Irene turned her head to give Eris a gloating look and when she turned back the hound had opened its mouth all the way. The princess of Autumn let out a blood curdling scream as she threw herself back and covered her face with both arms, bracing for an attack that never came. 

“He was yawning, Irene.” 

Scrambling to her feet as quickly as she could she lunged towards Eris, “why would you do that?!” She shoved at his chest and at that one of the hounds barked. 

“I didn’t do anything.”

“They could have attacked me!”

“They are well trained.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Mulligan, Shaw, Monty, Elma, Crusty, and Cricket those are their names.” 

Irene put the strands that had broken loose from her braid behind her ear and crossed her arms at her chest. “Which one is Elma?” 

“Her,” he pointed to the hound in the middle. Chocolate brown and splattered in white dots. She looked like someone spilled white paint on her. 

“She 's cute.” 

“She is a bloodhound capable of tracking a scent for miles and has been known to take down deer twice her size. Cute is not the word I would use to describe her.”

“Where do you keep them anyway? I’ve never seen them around the house.” 

He throws a few more treats their way, which are caught effortlessly in the air. “There's a cabin through there” he pointed toward the opening in the forest he had walked through moments before. “It’s about a mile and a half away, they live there. Some of the ground’s keepers watch them when I can’t.” 

“I would have never guessed you had pets.” 

“I don’t consider them pets.”

“Sure, Crusty there looks like a killing machine.” Eris stared flatly at her “I didn’t name them, my brothers did, when they were younger. Hugo was about four or five and he would only eat the crust from any pie, it didn’t matter the filling. So when I showed him the pup he named it after his favorite food.” 

Eris showed a hint of a smile at the memory and Irene felt a pang in her chest. The middle brothers were always skulking around the house, or in private meetings with Beron. Irene made it a point to never be caught in their path. Not after they were audience to her pre-wedding hazing. The handprint on her ribs had faded, in a few months nothing would be left of the threat Beron seared on her skin. 

She stayed silent for longer than she should have. “I should get going, I want to ride for a while before lunch.” 

Eris nodded and waved her off as he went back into the forest, hounds at his heels. 

Irene was in Mora’s wing, sulking. Autumn showers had turned into torrential rain making it impossible to ride into the village. The paths too narrow and muddy. Her stomach sank as she pictured her students waiting for her. The recital was less than a week away and every practice leading up to it was crucial for their confidence. 

“I feel terrible.”  Irene fell into one of the armchairs near the hearth. “It will be fine, dear. Missing one day won't hurt anybody. But going out in this weather will.” 

“Do you know where Lucien is? Maybe he can winnow me.”

“Lucien is helping in the kitchens and is not allowed to leave the house until he behaves himself.” 

“Oh.” 

“If Beron finds out about his behavior the consequences will be worse.”

“I understand.” 

“That’s what happened with my other boys, they were being rebellious as many young fae get around this age but Beron got to them before I-” the door opened and Mora quickly shifted all of her attention to the sweater she was knitting. 

She relaxed when she saw it was Eris. “Honey, what a lovely surprise! I thought you were gone until tomorrow.”

He kissed her cheek and nodded towards Irene as a greeting. “The trip got cut short because of the weather.”

“It really is coming down out there. Better you stay inside until it clears up.” 

“Lucien?” Mora sighed, “I was just telling Irene that he’s helping in the kitchens.” 

“Oh right, I heard chaos from the pantry. What about you?”

Irene was attempting to knit a scarf, Mora was teaching her but it did not come easy to the witchling.

“I’m making a scarf.” 

“I don’t think you are.”

“Be nice, she’s learning.”

“Yeah Eris, be nice.” Irene stuck out her tongue to him and he rolled his eyes, 

“Your stitches are too tense, the scarf is going to be uneven.” He observed. “You know about knitting?” 

“Yes-”

“I taught Eris when he was little,  on rainy days like these we would knit for hours. I still have the first thing he ever made. It’s a single chain and he attached some eyes to it and named it Snakey.”

“Mother, please-”

“I’ll go get it!” Mora got up from her seat and went into the next room. Irene smiled as she heard the Lady rifling through boxes of old memories. 

“A male of many talents.”

“You could say I’ve been blessed by the Mother and the gods.” Irene snorted “Whoever it was did not make you humble."

“Here it is!” Mora came back with a tattered old thing. It looked like it could turn to dust if she set it down wrong. “Oh my… this is quite something.”

“It is not as pretty as it used to be, Eris carried it around until he was twelve. He would take it everywhere.” Irene laughed at the stringy toy.

“It… I bet you had a lot of fun.” She wanted so badly to say it was the ugliest thing she had ever seen, but Mora looked so happy and proud of what her firstborn had made that she could not insult it in her presence. 

The next day the rain lessened, but there was a persistent drizzle that kept the terrain slippery. She sighed loudly, settled on going  to the library and read. “You seem to be everywhere these days.” 

Eris looked up from the book he was reading and raised a sharp brow. “Hello, Irene.” 

The princess of Autumn wandered around the shelves until something caught her eye, then she joined the eldest Vanserra in the small alcove. “I can’t believe it’s still raining and Lucien still can’t leave the house.” Irene huffed as she found a comfortable position and opened the book. “Do you have somewhere to be?”

She closed the book. “I have the dance lessons in the village and the recital is so soon and if it keeps raining like this I won’t be able to go, Lucien can’t winnow me-”

“I can take you.” 

She looked at him, mouth pursed in a quizzical frown. “You can?” 

“Yes.” 

“Right now?” 

“Well I’m reading right now-”

“You can bring the book, let's go.” She stood and discarded her own selection on the floor. Then looked at Eris expectantly. “Come on, I’m sure that I’ll have to clean up the studio and that will take time.” 

“Fine.” 

She reached out a hand to help him stand and once he straightened they were in front of the barn. Irene quickly opened the door and closed it as soon as they were in to keep the rain out. The inside looked good enough, there were some puddles here and there but nothing grave. 

“Thank the Mother we boarded up the windows.” Irene quickly located a mop and began working on the stagnant water. Eris was quietly scoping out the place she had turned into a half decent studio. There were no mirrors or bars and the floor was not completely level and smooth but it was warm and spacious enough to dance comfortably. She had painted musical notes and dancing figures along the walls. There was a console piano covered with sheets of protective fabric and racks of little clothes lined up near the back. 

“How long did it take to fix this place up?” 

“Probably a month, Lucien helped with the heavy stuff and… someone from the village helped me paint and clean.”

“And the piano?” 

“Oh, that was also Lucien, I don’t have a clue where he got it from. One of the parents typically plays the music.”

“And the clothes?”

“Those are the costumes! One of the moms is a seamstress and she volunteered to make them.” 

Eris looked around and put his hands on his hips. “Irene, this is impressive.”

“Oh, thanks?” 

“I mean it.” He scans the studio again as if to make sure they are alone then steps closer to her. When he speaks again it's barely audible “I think… This court needed a project like this.” 

“Eris, you're scaring me.”

“I’m being nice.”

“That’s not like you.”

“Is there another mop?” Irene almost reached out to make sure he didn’t have a fever. “You can read your book or just come back in a few hours. No need for-” 

“Yes or no?” She pointed to a skinny, rickety door “there’s another one in there.” 

Eris opened the deteriorated door and added it to the mental list he was making of things that needed improvement in this studio. The floors had to take priority, they were far too splintery to properly learn to dance. Then he began mopping up the other large puddle. The barn had a good structure and the roof wasn’t leaking anywhere, the windows must be the problem. Once he finished with the puddle he inspected every window and confirmed that there were crevices where water was filtering through. 

“These windows need to be replaced.” 

“I don’t have the means to replace them yet-”

“Yes you do, you receive a salary for holding your position.” 

“I do?”

“Yes, I’ll show you how to access it back at the house.” 

About an hour later a few students showed up, only the ones that lived within walking distance since the roads and paths were still dangerous. Irene decided to give the four students that showed up a waltz lesson. They paired up and she began showing them how to do a basic box step. 

“If you are leading, begin by stepping forward with your left foot. If you are following, you take a step back with your right foot.”

“Like this teacher?” The kids both stepped forward and bumped their foreheads together.

“Uhm no. Which one of you wants to lead?” Both of them raised their hands. “Why don’t you lead first and then you can switch, alright?” 

“Stand up straight and one-”  

After a few attempts the kids were still not understanding the flow of the dance. Irene tried to explain that the steps were fluid and not stomps but they kept stepping on each other’s toes and tensions were running high. At the beginning of the lesson, Eris was reading behind the racks of clothes, not wanting to interrupt with his presence. But after hearing the commotion he peaked out his head in curiosity. He could not deny that Irene looked comical trying to explain the nuances of a dance to little kids. “It’s more than a dance, it's learning how to work together!” She exclaimed at one point, attempting to raise morale, to no avail. 

“Ok watch me again” and began to do the waltz by herself at which point Eris stepped out “I can help demonstrate.” The students and the parent who was playing the piano went still as they saw the heir of Autumn in their clandestine dance studio. 

“Oh, that would be helpful.” He walked over and placed his right hand on her back. “Notice how his elbow doesn’t drop.” Then Irene put her left hand on his shoulder and placed her other hand in his. The piano began a simple melody and Eris led Irene around the room in the box step. “See how Mr. Vanserra isn’t looking at his feet.” 

He was looking at her, into her eyes. She couldn’t look away. Suddenly remembering how handsome he was. How, when she first saw him in Adriata, she longed to be his sole focus, if only for a moment. She was counting in her head how many rounds they had done but after the third one lost track because Eris spun her toward him so she ended up with her back facing his front. She could feel his warm breath on her neck and nearly forgot where they were, her face turning a shade of red. 

Then he spun her to face him again. His grip on her back was a little bit tighter, as if he needed to make sure she wouldn’t step away. The music faded and the pair disentangled. “Thank you, Eris. See students?” She continued her explanation and then the kids tried to imitate them. “Much better!” 

Eris was watching, hands in the pockets of his pants, trying to settle the pounding in his chest. 

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[longnightswriting]

promise me you’ll stay pt2 | ellie x reader

summary: after a long, stressful night, ellie and an ex love spend the morning in bed reconciling and making up for lost time

content warning: fluff, crude language, smut, oral(giving and receiving), fingering, dirty talk, lack of aftercare, dom ellie, f!reader

a/n: decided to make a pt2 and may continue on with it. i’m open to suggestions if you have any elliexreader ideas you’re wanting to see written

word count: 3.3k

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My eyes blinked open slowly, but just barely— not enough to be awake, but enough to be aware. I snuggled deeper into Ellie’s embrace, my fingertips slowly finding their way up her body until reaching her chest where my palm flattened against her heart, waiting for its rhythm. A small, peaceful smile grew upon my face at the familiarity— finally having my comfort back within reach.

Ellie began to stir at my touch, grumbles and sharp breaths coming from her lips as she turned her body towards me. I became enveloped in her arms as I nuzzled even deeper into her chest. In this moment, I don’t think I could ask for anything more. But there was always something in the back of my mind, there always would be, something that was always telling me to brace for the inevitable.

“I think I almost forgot how nice this was.” She spoke, her voice raspy and low.

My lips trailed gently against the fabric that covered her chest, inhaling deeply between each kiss. Looking up, our eyes met and we exchanged bashful grins. Ellie was the first person I ever truly dated— yeah, there were some flings here and there, but nothing like this— nothing that even neared this level. I remember meeting Ellie for the first time, but not as vividly as I’d like, probably because I turned into an absolute puddle of nerves. I’m still embarrassed by it.

“You know what I didn’t forget, though?” She questioned, peaking my interest as she looked down at me, “How much I loved seeing you between my legs.”

My mouth fell agape, slightly pushing away from her, “Is that the joke you were saving from last night?”

She shrugged, stifling a laugh as I rolled over onto her, careful of the still fresh wounds that painted her body.

“I was-“ I paused, truly unable to pick my jaw up off the floor, “Ellie!”

“What— it’s been awhile!” She playfully fought back as I hid my face in her chest, embarrassment over taking me.

Ellie always had a way of making me like this— bashful over comments, usually sexual. I never knew if it was because being with her was my first sexual relationship, or just because any comment she made to me like that made me feel like a giddy little girl whose crush just noticed them.

“Hey, I’m kidding.” She hummed, her fingertips slowly running the length of my back— up and down, “I was really just glad that I was with you.” She spoke honestly as I lifted my head, staring up at her, “I knew you’d take care of me.”

I rolled my eyes, “It’s not like you gave me much of a choice, Els.”

“You could’ve turned me away-“

I shook my head, cutting her off, “I wouldn’t.”But then I understood what she was getting at.

She gave me a tight smile, readjusting herself under my weight before letting out a long sigh.

“I took an extra run— a side thing that Maria and Tommy didn’t know about, but the guy I was supposed to go with backed out last minute-“

“Who?” I stopped her, eyebrows furrowing.

“Just some shithead kid who’s only ever worked patrol, but I went anyway, I know I shouldn’t have, it’s just…” she shifted again, her eyes avoiding mine, “It’s been different recently.”

I sighed, my eyes leaving hers as I got lost in my own mind. I knew what she meant, and I knew she wasn’t trying to place blame, but I couldn’t help but feel it. Even if only partly. Before all of this, Ellie and I had been joined at the hip for so long that when we did finally split from each other, it threw off our lives drastically. We didn’t know what to do without the other— without having any knowledge of what the other was doing or how they were. Going from being connected to someone for so long to having zero contact with them, seemingly overnight was… different.

She shrugged, “I ran into some assholes and they got the jump on me.”

I didn’t have anything to say to her, or at least I couldn’t come up with anything that wasn’t emotion driven. I hated her being outside the walls, which was part of the main argument that separated us, and this was just cementing how I felt about it. But I’d put up with fight after fight and years of the silent treatment if it meant I could be sure that she was always safe, I knew it wasn’t realistic though.

My fingertips played under the neckline of her shirt, running along her collarbone, “How are we going to make this work?”

“We could just fight like an old married couple the rest of our lives.” She hummed, pushing loose strands of hair behind my ears, “Threaten to kill each other every couple weeks followed by the best damn hate sex anyone could dream of.”

I blushed at her offer, a grin pulling at my lips before slowly diminishing, “Can we talk about going outside the walls?” I asked, my eyes finally shifting to hers, “Without fighting— like just neutral?”

“Neutral?” She mocked, furrowing her brows.

“You know what I mean.” I rolled my eyes, “I just want to talk about things without it ending in one of us storming off.”

Ellie agreed, only nodding, but I could tell she was weary.

“Ellie, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” I spoke honestly, fingers reaching up to play with the necklace I had gotten her so long ago, something it seems that she had never taken off, “I can’t do that if you’re dead.”

“I can handle assholes-“

“And you did… this time.” I stopped her, “What about next time? Or the time after that?”

Ellie was hard to reason with— she was so hardheaded and stubborn, but that was one of the things that first attracted me to her. It was hard to believe now that it was the catalyst in tearing us apart. It wasn’t always like this though, when we first met, but as time went on we seemed to force ourselves further apart in fear of losing the other. From sneaking outside the walls together, to shorter and shorter trips, to leaving without me with the only excuse being that she feared something would happen that she wasn’t able to stop. But when that was my excuse for not wanting her outside the walls, it fell on deaf ears.

I pushed myself up, carefully straddling her lap as she groaned under my weight, “I just…” I breathed, placing her hands onto my waist as she instinctively drug them up and down my thighs, “I don’t know what I would do with myself if I lost you.”

And I was being honest, I don’t know what I’d do without Ellie. Being away from her, not only physically but emotionally, had taken its toll on both of us it seemed.

“It’s already been so hard not having you here every night— holding me… touching me.” I hummed, “It’s not the same without you.”

“What?” She breathed, already in a trance as her fingertips lightly dug into my skin, “You been having fun without me?”

“Only when I couldn’t get you off of my mind.” My answer made her smirk, fueling an ego that was already on fire. “Ellie-“ I whimpered under her touch, her thumb running over the thin fabric covering my lower half. Her name hitched in my throat, coming out needier than I’d like to admit, and I could tell she was getting off on it.

Running her bottom lip between her teeth, I watched as her light eyes began to darken, filling with lust. But as soon as it started, she stopped herself, and her touch disappeared from my skin. My mouth fell agape slightly, feeling abandoned and needy as I watched her roughly rub at her eyes, grumbling to herself.

“Els?” My voice barely let out, watching her intently with my heart in my throat.

“Hold on.” She mumbled, slowly pushing herself up off the mattress through sharp breaths and swears, “This shit is so embarrassing.”

My eyes frantically searched her face for answers, fearing I had done something wrong— that I had misread all the signs.

But I hadn’t.

Ellie’s lips found mine and together they worked in unison while I melted within her grasp.

“Can’t even fuck you how I want.” She huffed, her voice throaty, “If I flip you over and tear out my stitches, I know you’ll make me pay for it.”

“Guess that just means I get to fuck you how I want.” I breathed between kisses, a smirk pulling on her lips as she tilted her head back, giving me perfect access to her neck.

I trailed kisses down her throat to her collar bone before we both fought over the fabric covering our torsos, practically tearing the clothing off between laughter stifled with more kisses.

My eyes rolled back, a soft moan leaving my lips as Ellie returned the treatment, leaving marks along my neck and chest. Her finger tips dug into my skin, eyes hungry as she leaned back admiring the art she had left. Carefully, I removed myself from her lap, leaving kisses on any exposed skin I was given the chance to show my love to, because it had been so long since I could.

“Fuck.” She breathed, repositioning herself as we both worked together carefully slipping the shorts over her bandaged stitching. I paused momentarily, seeing the dark bruising that now painted her thigh, like blood from the night before.

“I’m ok.” She reassured, eyes getting lost within each others as her hands cupped either side of my face, “I am.”

I knew it was a lie, but there was no use fighting her— not right now. I had different things on my mind anyway. I continued to trail kisses down her body, over her toned stomach and thighs. I craved her so desperately that I wasted no times attaching my lips to her pussy, quickly earning her satisfaction.

“Oh fuck, that’s my good girl.” She muttered, her head falling back as her hand became entangled within my hair, “God, I missed you.”

Getting lost within Ellie was so easy and something I craved constantly, almost like an addict. The time we spent apart and the times we spent not talking? I have never experienced an actual withdrawal, but I would imagine that’s about as close as I’ll ever come to it.

I couldn’t stifle the giggle that escaped my lips at Ellie’s satisfied, throaty moans. I loved making her feel good but seeing her become such a vulnerable mess was so enjoyable to watch.

Her grip lightly tightened, pulling my head back, “What’s so funny, huh?”

“I just love seeing you whine with my tongue in your pussy.” I grinned, seeing her drunk with pleasure.

She bit at the inside of her lip, fighting a smirk, “I will get you back for that.”

I rushed back to her pussy, going in for seconds and lapping up juices like it was the answer to all of my problems. And in this moment, it really felt like it. I don’t think I can live without Ellie, and being with her right now was really cementing that. Through the fights, the staying up late because she hadn’t shown back up at the gates on time, and the fear of what our future would hold— I’d do it everyday for the rest of my life if it meant I got to spend it with her.

Her grip left my hair as she propped herself up on her elbows, her breathing getting faster, pausing only for the swears that left her lips.

I pulled away slightly, my fingers taking place of my tongue on her clit, taking pride in my work as I watched Ellie— her jaw slack and eyebrows lightly furrowed.

“Are you gonna cum on my tongue for me?” I teased, my mouth returning to its rightful place.

Her head tipped back, fighting a smirk, “I’m so gonna get you back.”

But within seconds she was doing just what I asked of her, and the sounds that filled the room was music to my ears.

“Ok— ok.” She breathed, squirming under my touch, desperately grabbing at my face to pull me up, “Shit.”

“What?” I hummed softly, kissing up her chest, “You aren’t going to let me go back for more?”

“I’ve lost too much blood to keep cumming like that.” She joked, our lips meeting again, “I think you’d kill me.”

“And whose fault is that?” I cocked my head at her, biting lightly at my still wet lips.

She playfully rolled her eyes, annoyed and impatient, “Just get on my face.”

It had been too long— something I now knew I couldn’t let happen again, but eagerly, I obeyed her demand. Truthfully, I’d do anything she asked of me, and I think that was blaringly apparent just by looking at the events of the last 12 hours.

I quickly slipped out of the small bit of fabric that was still on my body but before I could even get situated, her arms wrapped around my thighs, holding me in place as I was instantly filled with mind numbing pleasure.

“Els- I, Ellie-“ I barely got out, easily becoming overstimulated and trying to pull away, “Please-“ My weak voice continued, but I couldn’t get a coherent sentence out with the pleasure that was drenching my body.

It felt so good— so good that I wanted to pull away, fighting against her grip, but I knew the second I lost that contact, I’d crave it again.

She made it hard to sit still— her tongue working circles into sensitive, needy flesh. Ellie ate pussy like her life depended on it— like she had something to prove.

My hips bucked against her tongue, desperately gripping at the old wooden headboard that had seen numerous scenes just like this one.

My jaw fell slack as blissful moans tumbled from my lips, Ellie’s fingertips gripping my thighs hard enough to leave bruises. And it wasn’t long before my high was pulsing through my body and leaving me an absolute mess.

I collapsed off of her as she released her grip on my thighs, falling to the side and allowing the residual jolts of electricity to dissipate from my body. My eyes fluttered closed through long, shaky breathes that preceded euphoric giggles.

I was in such a blissful state, I hadn’t even noticed Ellie’s struggle to reposition herself until she was already in between my legs once again. I gasped at the contact, instantly trying to pull away while whimpers flooded my vocabulary.

“What was that?” She teased, her fingers replacing her tongue before she slowly slipped them in, “Something about… whining with your tongue in my pussy?”

A moan left my lips as her fingers curled, knowing exactly how to work my body.

I reached down, gripping her wrist in an attempt to halt the actions that were sending my brain and body over the edge.

“Hey.” She corrected, her stern voice causing me to freeze as our eyes locked, “You don’t talk to me like that, understand?”

My mouth fell agape ever so slightly, feeling caught off guard and vulnerable, “I just miss you-“

“Understand?” She repeated, never breaking eye contact as she slowly lowered herself once again, her lips wrapping around my sensitive clit.

I took a sharp breath in, my head falling back, “Yes, I- I understand, yes-“

The overstimulation quickly turned to pleasure once again and I was fully in heaven with Ellie between my legs. But she loved to tease, her lips trailing kisses along my thighs and driving me insane.

“So, you wanna talk about going outside the walls?” She hummed, her fingers pumping delectably slowly.

“I- Ellie…” I rolled my eyes, letting out a small laugh at her bringing up the subject, my voice breathy and desperate.

“What, baby?” She teased, “What do you want? Come on now.”

I propped myself up, reaching for Ellie’s wrist again in an attempt to allow myself to think straight, but she immediately pushed it aside, leaving me a desperate whimpering mess.

“Nuh-uh, use your words.”

“Ellie, please, I-“ I begged, my mind running blank as I watched her fingers working masterfully, “I need you h-here, please-“ I struggled to get out, our eyes meeting, “I wanna be with you.”

A smirk grew on Ellie’s face, one of satisfaction, “Good girl.” She hummed, her mouth returning to my pussy as a reward and causing me to squirm under her touch.

Ellie had me wrapped around her finger, quite literally in the moment, but just in general. And no matter how much I wanted to deny it in times of stress, I’d do anything she told me to and she knew that.

“Ellie…” I whined, prodding her for an answer

She left kisses covering my thighs, her eyes gazing up at me, “What? You want me to take you out with me?”

I nodded eagerly, eyes flickering between hers and her fingers as they worked over my sensitive clit.

I could see her really begin to think about it, for real this time, her tongue dragging her bottom lip between her teeth. She wasn’t here in the moment anymore, she was elsewhere in her mind.

“Yeah, ok.” She eventually nodded, but there was hesitance to it, and I could tell it’d be something we’d have to talk about in detail later. Now wasn’t the time.

Again my head fell back in ecstasy as she returned, but something was different now— she still wasn’t here. Instead she was overthinking things while her body was on autopilot.

“Oh my god- fuck, Ellie!” I swore, her movements speeding up and bringing me to my climax once again.

She left a final quick kiss on the inside of my knee, before her touch disappeared.

Breathless, I stared up at the ceiling as my head spun, only being pulled out of my high by Ellie’s painful hisses.

Pushing myself up, I watched as she attempted to get herself out of bed, quiet grumbles and swears leaving her lips.

Her absence— the lack of touch, it felt isolating. But I know she didn’t mean it.

“Ellie?” I cooed, crawling up behind her as she sighed at my touch.

I kissed at her neck, her cheek, her forehead, before moving loose hairs behind her ear, “We don’t have to worry about it right now.” I spoke softly, desperate to not lose her again.

Our foreheads touched, a quiet moment between the two of us after just having the room filled with the most heavenly of sounds.

“I love you— you know that, right?” She asked, our eyes meeting.

I nodded, studying her face, every freckle and scar that told a story.

And she stared back. The two of us in completely and total awe at the beings before us— as if our hearts had manifested all of our desires into beautiful souls, perfect for one another.

“God, I’d really do anything for you, huh?”

“Anything but keep yourself out of harms way, apparently.” I teased, kissing at her face once again, “Come shower with me.” My offer coming off as more of a demand, “I’ll clean up your stitches, wash your hair…” I trailed off, lovingly playing with the loose pieces that framed her cheekbones, “And then maybe I’ll ride your face again if you’re good.”

“Yeah?” She hummed through a smirk, our lips connecting again.

I nodded, “If you’re good.”

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hello, dear ♡ I wanted to start off by saying thank you for taking requests. I love your writings so much.

I didn't know if I could do another smutty Thranduil request where the reader (female human) who is a short/petite does everything she can to push his buttons and piss him off and he becomes infuriated with her. "Are you sure you want to do that, pet?" and ends up throwing her over his shoulder and giving her some punishments in his bed chambers🔥🔥🔥

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Hello hello! I'm so happy you like my writing. As for another Thranduil smut request, fear not, for I have you covered.

“The King's admonishment"

Pairing:  Thranduil x Fem. Reader (Human / second person POV/established relationship)

Themes: Smut | Soft | Aftercare

Warnings: Kissing | Nicknames/ Degradation| Rough sex | Cream pie | Height difference | Dirty talk | Spanking | Brat taming | Dom Sub aspects | Oral (Fem receiving) | Fingering | Orgasm denial | Overstimulation

Word count:  2.7k words

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥| Minors DNI | 18+

Summary: Distracting a busy king is never a good idea, but you do it anyway, and deal with the consequences that come after.

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Thranduil sighed as he went through yet another pile of papers. Letters, reports, and notes of accounts—all of them, and all of them requiring his attention.

So focused was he on what he was doing that he never even heard you sneaking up on him.

"My starlight," he muttered, when you came in from behind and covered his eyes with your hands. "There is no need to say guess who," he grumbled, "For I already know who you are."

My, my, you thought wickedly. The king sounded well and truly vexed today. And you were itching for some mischief. A distraction. Oh, how this gave you ideas.

"Indulge me a little, please," you whined playfully and nibbled at his ear.

Thranduil hummed and went back to his work. "I have duties, my starlight," he said, even as you kept nibbling his earlobe. "And you are disturbing me."

That only encouraged you. "Please," you whined and threw your arms over a shoulder. "Just a little bit."

Thranduil shook his head and ignored you. Well, he tried to. Your nibbling at his earlobe and your hands sneaking over his shoulders and working on the clasps of his tunic, distracted him greatly. It made him want to leave his work aside and indulge you a little. Perhaps later, he thought, as other matters had to be tended to first. "Later, starlight," he mumbled and stifled a groan. Your hands had been gliding over exposed flesh and working a kind of magic all of their own. "When I am done."

Oh, how your eyes glinted wickedly when muscles trembled beneath your palms. Thranduil seemed more than a little distracted now. "Please meleth," you pleaded, your hands moving in a ceaseless rhythm. "Please."

Thranduil swallowed even as his annoyance grew. He had work to do, and you seemed hellbent on distracting him. "Later," he said, his hands shaking when he felt yours glide over his belly. "I... Fuck..." he muttered when a slender hand moved between his thighs.

You hummed when you felt that strain against his clothes. Thranduil was already hard. And very, very annoyed by now. And felt pulled in by a growing wave of heat and lust. He dropped his quill and swore lustily when it became clear to him that you would not stop, could not stop, and that you clearly needed to be reminded that one must always be careful about what one wishes for.

He grabbed your hands and moved them out of the way. And you? You could only gulp and step back when he placed his palms flat against the table and pushed himself to his feet, his imposing form towering over yours, his eyes burning like bright blue fire.

"So," he said, his voice like finely-edged steel. "You wish for me to indulge you, yes?"

You hummed as he took slow, measured steps towards you, forcing you to back up inch by inch. "Yes, meleth. I... I wish for you to indulge me."

"Are you sure you want me to do that, pet?"

"Yes," you hummed as he loomed over you.

The king grinned wolfishly, sizing you up like you were his prey. "Be careful what you wish for, pet," he said dangerously, "For that wish may not come about exactly the way you want it."

Oh, how that made you tremble. "And," you swallowed when his eyes raked over your body in a way that made your knees go weak and nearly buckle. "And what do you mean by that?"

Thranduil growled. The need to take lashed at him like a whip. "Like this," he rasped and lunged at you, grabbing onto you and throwing you over his shoulder in one swift move. You didn't even have time to react, and he barely felt it. Carrying you like this bothered him not. And his entire body tensed with wild anticipation. 

While yours grew heated even as you could do nothing but dangle over that broad shoulder. Your wish may not come about exactly the way you wanted it, he said. That could only mean one thing when the king was in such a mood.

Some form of admonishment. The king's hands leave=ing their mark over your flesh. Him teasing you and denying you again and again, reducing you to a weakened mess before he finally gave you the sweet satisfaction of release.

Oh, you were going to be in for a long night; Thranduil was making sure of it.

Large doors being thrown open meant that you were in your shared chambers.

Those same doors being closed and locked securely meant the king clearly did not wish to be disturbed. Your body trembled again, this time when a large hand drifted over your back. 

Tranquil took impatient strides, hunger and need battering at his sense of control. He took a deep, steadying breath, for control himself he will. He dithered and looked around, wondering where would be best for what he had in store for you, then settled on the bed. He set you on your feet and said, "Á helta."

Strip.

"Slowly," he ordered, and made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed.

You made slow work of undressing yourself. First, the pins and ribbons that held up your hair had to go, then the clasps and cords of your dress had to come undone. Thranduil sat there, watching you—how your hair fell around your shoulders, how your flesh grew exposed inch by slow inch. His eyes darkened with each passing second. Oh, he was going to take his pleasure and make sure you have had yours, but first...

You needed to be reminded that he was the king, and that there would be consequences when you willfully distracted him with pleasurable torments. 

Your dress finally loosened, and you pulled it down your arms and waist, not stopping until it fell to the floor and pooled around your feet. Your shift was disposed of the same way as well.

Thranduil hummed, his eyes drinking in your petite, naked form. He could feel his cock straining against his clothes and his pulse scrambling. Oh, the things he was going to do to you tonight.

"Come here, pet," he said, standing up. "And bend over. Hands on the edge of the bed."

You swallowed and obeyed, your entire body humming with anticipation. Your thighs trembled when a hand glided over them. That same hand skimmed over your back, and your body tensed.

"How many?" was all he had to ask.

And you knew how much you could take. "Five."

Thranduil's free hand glided up your spine, not stopping until it was grabbing and tugging at your hair, dragging the first moan out of you. "Five, what?" he growled triumphantly.

You swallowed even as heat pooled between your thighs. "Five, my king," you whimpered, for denying him now will only result in him denying you for days, maybe even weeks. 

Thranduil growled again, and that first spank was sharp and hard, making you jolt and reddening your thigh barely a few moments after impact. "One," you counted out loud.

Seeing your skin jerk and grow red inflamed him. "You are such a good pet," Thranduil crooned, his hand cupping your arse this time. "Keep counting."

That second spank was even sharper and dragged out another moan from you. "Keep moaning," Thranduil rasped, his hand moving over to your other thigh. "And I will admonish you even more."

You tried. Oh, how you tried. And failed. On the third spank, another moan, this time deep and needy, ripped through you. 

Thranduil could not help but smirk. "Two more," he muttered and added to your little punishment.

That made you look back over your shoulder. "Two more?"

"Three."

"I..." you sputtered.

"Four," Thranduil's eyes darkened even more. "Keep talking back, pet, and I will keep adding to the final tally. So, what will it be?"

You squeaked, but he was serious and you knew it. You swallowed and nodded. "I will keep silent, my king."

Thranduil tightened his grip on your hair, gently tugging it and pulling your head up. Oh, how that soft whimper of yours delighted him. "Then face forward again, pet, and keep counting."

You had to keep count while choking back each and every moan. It was hard. So very hard. Each time his hand marked you, a jolt went up your spine and warmed you in a way you never thought possible. Your muscles twitched and jerked with each sharp impact. Your skin tingled, and goosebumps rose all over your flesh. Still, you persevered, and the king's admonishment ended.

"Very good, my pet," Thranduil said and helped you up, an arm hooking around your waist to keep you steady. "So very good." He sat down, still keeping you steady as you struggled to stand. He slid his legs and pulled you flush to him, groaning when your belly pressed against his already erect cock. The time for admonishment was over. The time for indulgence had come.

"What do you want to do now, my king?" You asked when his grip tightened and he ground himself against you, leaving you lightheaded and dizzy and filling you with all kinds of dark thoughts, like having him fill your aching slick.

Thranduil hummed, his lips greedy for a taste of you. "Anything," he mumbled as his free hand glided over your waist and belly, slowly and gently, moving lower and lower. "Everything. Take my pleasure. Let you have yours, but first..."

That first finger slipping into your throbbing cunt dragged a gasp out of you. "M-my k-king," you whimpered when a second joined the first, curling as they pushed deep inside you.

Thranduil watched as your eyelids fluttered before closing. He groaned when you pressed yourself against him, your warm, ragged breath fanning over his skin. And those lips of yours, how tempting they looked when they parted for your moans. He drifted in, his lips hovering barely a hair's breadth over yours, and then, when you moaned again, he dragged you in with a kiss.

What a heady mix it was: his arm tightening around your waist, his lips plundering yours, his tongue slipping in and tasting the warmth of your own. And his touch, how it pressed and pressed against your fluttering walls as if to open yourself for him. You felt like you were drowning in him, your body slowly yielding to the wave that kept rising and rising. When you threw your arms around his shoulders and clambered onto his lap, Thranduil groaned. When you ground against his palm, your walls pulsing around his fingers, he knew you were close. He could feel it. And he pulled away, grinning wickedly.

And you knew better than to whine. Whining would only encourage him to deny even more. 

"Such a good little pet," Thranduil cooed approvingly when he heard no protest from you. "And you best ready yourself, for I am far from finished with you."

And indeed, Thranduil was far from done with you. He grabbed onto you and moved you with him, until he was over you, hovering over you. The weight of his body bearing down on yours made you sigh and whisper, "You feel wonderful, my king."

He beamed. Oh, how he beamed. Thranduil sought your lips again, his entire body shaking when your arms circled his waist. His kisses grew lighter, softer, and more feathery, gliding over your lips and the curves and dips of your throat, and when you let go, he went lower, pressing heated kisses all over your breasts, his tongue laving at the soft buds that slowly hardened under his mouth. 

On that first, soft tug, your lips parted in a half-moan, half-whimper, your fingers digging into the sheets as those tugs and nips grew harder and rougher and your arousal grew stronger. "M-my king," you mewled as that sinful mouth of his moved lower and lower, pressing against your belly, your hips, the insides of your thighs.

And oh, how you saw stars when he kissed the insides of your thighs and his lips pressed against your clit. Slow, that was what he was. Thranduil was slow and languorous, his tongue pressing deeper and deeper with each lick, his arms hooking around your thighs and resting over your stomach to stop you from squirming.

And how he loved it; how you tasted, how your moans grew deeper and ragged as the moments melted into each other. Thranduil slowly looked up, his eyes lighting up wickedly at your back arching, at your fingers gripping at the sheets. Your body pulsed as that wave rose again and threatened to drag you under. Please, you wanted to say. Please now.

Only, that was not what happened, for just as you neared your climax, just as your back arched and your mouth opened in a silent moan, Thranduil stopped again. 

"P-please," you whimpered, "N-no more."

Thranduil sat up and made quick work of getting rid of his tunic. "Soon, my pet," he promised and pulled down his breeches, tossing them into the little pile on the floor.

"But-" you started, and stopped, when he gave you a look that clearly said, do not start this again. "I'm sorry, my king."

Thranduil over you and forced your thighs apart with his. "You should be sorry," he growled and propped himself on one elbow, his free hand gliding over your body. "Disturbing me."

"Yes," you mewled when he palmed your breast.

"Distracting me," he said, his fingers toying with a nipple. 

A sharp pinch made you see stars again, made your breath hitch, and turned your bones to water. "I did."

"Making me forget my duties."

"I did."

"And how quickly you admit to it," Thranduil cooed, turning his attention to your other breast. "Are you that weak, my little slut?"

Oh, how that set your entire body on fire. Just that word. That one little word, set your body aflame "Yes," you breathed, as more jolts shot up your back. "I am my king."

Thranduil groaned softly, as his own need to take overtook him. The sight of you squirming and writhing beneath him overwhelmed him. He sat up again, pulling you with him, and he had you straddling him in no time. He liked this, as he was free to touch and kiss you. And on an oath he did, his lips crushing yours, leaving you breathless and weak.

And he wasn't delicate. Not tonight. In one swift thrust, he plunged into your heat, not giving you time to get used to his size. And despite the pain, the discomfort, you melted against him, your arms circling his shoulders and your hips slowly moving as that pain, that discomfort ebbed and gave way to something far, far sweeter.

And Thranduil guided you, his hands firmly on your hips, his body tingling at your shameless moans. Over and over, you rode him, your hands pressing into his chest in an attempt to steady yourself. And when you tired, Thranduil took over, slapping his hips against the insides of your thighs, the two of you losing yourselves in each other completely. And this time there was no stopping, no abrupt change. He barely felt it, your nails raking into his skin as you clung to him, your body tensing like a taut bowstring. Thranduil lost himself to the wildness and took you over the edge, his moans matching yours, his grip tightening and tightening until that slow trickle of intense pleasure kept growing and growing, until it became like a great wave that crashed over you both, threatening to drown you and him as your bodies shook violently and your orgasms ripped through you both. 

But the soft bliss that came after... That was just as good as the harsh wave that threatened to drag the both of you under. You couldn't think; you could barely breathe, your body resting over his in a trembling mess. And Thranduil struggled for breath, his chest heaving while he spilled his seed inside you. When that deep red haze slowly cleared and he regained his senses, he laid you back in bed and peppered you with soft, airy kisses.

"Feel free to disturb me again, my starlight," he whispered, even as you struggled to open your eyes. What just happened was more intense than anything you've ever experienced. "But not always, hmm?"

You looked up at him, at eyes that were as warm as a summer sky. "I promise," you breathed and played with his hair.

Thranduil smiled softly before making you more comfortable in bed. "Rest a little, my starlight," he said. "And I will draw a warm bath for you."

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[edmunsonss]

You Belong With Me || E.M.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x  GN! Reader

Summary: Miscommunication and feelings that might not be reciprocal put your friendship with Eddie, your best friend, at risk. Should you tell him how you feel? Or will someone beat you to it and confess their feelings first?

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Swearing, smoking... that’s about it really. The slight reference might not make much sense on this part but it will in the future.

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A/N: I started writing this during my first month of college or so. It’s far from being done, but someone has given me the little push I needed to finally get this first part out there. Wanted to give thanks to @mochaoreos​ for reading this (and more) and giving me feedback, I appreciate it loads :)

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You had just arrived home after going to another one of Corroded Coffin’s shows at The Hideout. Eddie was trailing right behind you as you threw your jacket on the couch and announced your arrival. To no one’s surprise, the only response you got was utter silence, meaning your father was still away at the work trip he had promised to return early from, while your mother had stayed back in the office to work. 

Any other night, you would’ve been upset at the thought of having to eat dinner alone. Thankfully enough, Eddie happened to be with you, which made things better. In fact, you were excited at the thought of having the house to yourselves because it meant you’d finally get the chance to have a movie night.

You stared back at Eddie with a bright glint in your eyes, which made him chuckle, “What’s going on inside that head of yours?”

You rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder lightly before making your way to the kitchen, “I was just thinking—”

“Oh dear, we really are in trouble, aren’t we?” He teased with a smirk. You scoffed and ignored him, instead kneeling down to peek into the cabinet where you kept your baking supplies and ingredients. 

“Rude. Anyway, I was thinking that, since we’re in the first week of October, it’s like the perfect opportunity to have a scary movie marathon. We could even bake some cookies!” You exclaimed, an excited smile on your face.

Now, one thing about Eddie was that he wasn’t big on baking whatsoever. In fact, he despised it because anything he tried to bake without your guidance turned out to be a health hazard. However, he’d pretend to be the biggest fan of baking in the phase of the earth if he got to see your eyes shine and face brighten in excitement over and over again.

So he nodded and helped you gather all the ingredients for normal sugar cookies while you ventured out into the living room to play some music. You heard Eddie groan loudly when a Bee Gees album he’d heard a million times already—thanks to you, of course—started playing loudly. You snickered evilly before sauntering back towards the kitchen. 

“Please turn that shit off,” Eddie whined, but you could tell from the smile on his face that he was merely joking and enjoyed the album much more than he’d ever admit. He’d once told you Bee Gees music would be nice to get high to, which had you laughing for a while.

You let Eddie work on the frosting while you focused on making the cookie dough. As anyone would expect from you both, things got messy pretty quickly. His dark hair ended up covered in flour and your face splattered with colorful frosting. You shared a lot of laughs with your best friend as he helped you remove the frosting from your face with a wet towel and you tried to shake the flour out of his hair to no avail. You felt guilty for ruining his hair, knowing how much effort he put into styling it.

Eddie didn’t take your guilt for a second and made you drop the cookie cutter in your hand before he pulled you close to him when How Deep Is Your Love started playing. You leaned your head on his chest as he swayed you both side to side to the slow rhythm of the music. You tried to ignore the way your heart picked up at the gesture and tried your hardest to bury the thoughts that started to surface in the back of your mind.

“Never thought I’d see a day where metalhead Eddie Munson would be slow dancing to a Bee Gees song,” You laughed, leaning your head back slightly to get a better look at him. “Wonder what the Hellfire guys would say if they knew, especially Henderson.”

Eddie shook his head as he gently pulled you closer again,“Say it and they’ll all call bullshit. They think too much of their Dungeon Master.”

You knew you were one of the few people, besides Wayne, who got to see this side of Eddie. The side of him that wore his heart on his sleeve and would never stop smiling or being affectionate towards those he loved. You got to know the Eddie that would beg for a hug after a tough day and who’d cuddle with you when it got too cold—or on any occasion really, he needed no excuses to cuddle. You treasured that with your whole heart.

It was hard for Eddie, being vulnerable. He always expected something bad to happen, whether it was an insult, a prank, or a joke. He felt like luck had never been and would never be on his side, which often translated into insecurity and isolation. Yet, for some reason, he trusted you enough to know you were the exception.

“You really are their idol, huh?” You smiled, aware of how much the Hellfire boys loved him.

“You say their,” He pointed out, “Am I not yours too?”

“Of course not, I can see right through you, Munson. I know you’re a big softie on the inside, whole meanie act doesn’t work with me. I do admire you, though, if that makes your big head feel any better.”

Eddie’s smile only grew at your words and you felt him give your waist a soft squeeze. He leaned in close to you, his dark hair tickling your cheek as he whispered in your ear, “I admire you too, more than you could ever imagine.”

His words left you even more flustered than you already were, but you didn’t give it time to let it show. Instead, you pulled away from his comforting embrace and reached for the cookie cutter you’d dropped earlier.

“C’mon now, instead of being so cheesy, why don’t you go take a shower while I cut the cookies and put them in the oven, yeah? I promise I’ll have a bowl of candy ready when you're back.”

He nodded and broke into your personal space once again—not like you cared one bit—so he could leave a kiss on your forehead, “You’re the best. Are my things still where I left them?”

You hummed and shook your head yes as you started pressing the cookie cutter into the rolled out dough, “Yep, top drawer underneath the sink. The towels are back in the closet though.”

While Eddie was away showering you tried to busy yourself with accommodating the cookies in the baking trays to ignore the stupid butterflies fluttering around in your tummy. It was an annoying feeling that had started to become familiar since it seemed to appear ever single fucking time Eddie did as much as look at you funny.

You had started to think that maybe you had an allergy to Eddie’s drugstore cologne. As blatantly stupid and far from the truth your thoughts were, ignorance was bliss. If worrying about a stomach bug rather than your feelings was the thing that would help you sleep peacefully at night, you’d keep it up.

You spent the rest of your time deciding on which record to play next, still indecisive on whether to play some Metallica or Black Sabbath. You went for Master of Puppets and let it play as you gathered a few of the blankets scattered around in the living room and dropped them on the couch that was right in front of the TV. 

Eddie silently crept up behind you as you accommodate the pillows on the couch. At some point, he stood right behind you and reached up his arms to tickle your sides, making you jump up in surprise in the process.

“Holy shit, Eddie! You scared me!” You exclaimed and turned in his embrace to hit his chest in the process. He laughed loudly and gave you an apologetic look that you knew he didn’t even mean. 

Eddie didn’t let you go as he started humming along to the song playing, Battery, “This is definitely much better than your hippie shit.”

“The Bee Gees are not even hippies! C’mon, they’re disco icons, the best of the best,” You argued back.

“You hype them up too much, they’ve got nothing on ABBA,” You gasped in mock offense and pushed him back as your face morphed into one of fake disgust, playing up your theatrics to get a laugh out of him.

“You cannot have any cookies, Munson. You don’t deserve them after the blasphemy that just left your mouth.” You finally get the laugh you were looking for after that comment. He flipped his damp hair on your face, which made you groan as you dried your face.

You started to walk away from him and into the kitchen, “You’re such an asshole, Eds.”

You could hear his loud laugh at that and could almost imagine the way he shook his head before trailing right behind you.

Once the cookies were ready and out of the oven, you disappeared to go get changed, not before giving Eddie a warning, “Don’t you dare eat the frosting while I’m gone.”

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When you got back, the sight that greeted you made a big smile appear on your face. Eddie had turned up the volume of the music so much that even the neighbors would be able to hear, then he got to work.

He’d pulled his long hair into a messy bun that sat at the nape of his neck with hairs sticking out both at the bottom of the bun and around his face. He was hunched over the counter, a bag of bright red frosting in his hand and he was singing along to the music. You couldn’t see what he was doing, so you moved closer to him and peered over his shoulder.

You stifled a laugh at his action. The reason why he wanted you to cut up some cookies in the shape of gingerbread men suddenly made sense to you as you watched him frost a poor decapitated gingerbread man.

You didn’t quite know it, but you’d remember that moment forever. How could you not? Eddie looked beautiful like that, with a slight pout of concentration on his lips and furrowed brows, strands of curly dark hair framing his face. You loved it all… you loved him. 

Those three words made your world stop spinning on its axis the moment you caught the thought floating around in your brain. Your heart plummeted to your stomach as everything you had been trying to ignore rose to the surface and refused to sink back down. Of course the stupid butterflies were not the result of a stomach bug, nor did heart problems have anything to do with the way your heart sped up when you were around Eddie. 

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ That was the only word that existed now, the only one you could think of as you stared at your best friend with eyes as wide as saucers. 

He eventually turned to look at you, proudly showing off the gingerbread man with a few streaks of frosting going down its body from where the head should be. Had it been any moment, you would have laughed at the gruesomeness, but you weren’t able to do anything other than stare.

Eddie tilted his head to the side and laughed awkwardly at the way you were staring at him, “What is it? Have I got something on my face?”

His words brought you back to reality. You blinked and met his eyes as you tried to come up with something to say. Your stare moved all over his face until you spotted an incriminating bit of red frosting on the corner of his lips.

You gladly took it as a way out and pointed an accusatory finger in his direction, “Yes, right there! I thought I told you not to eat the frosting, Eds.”

Eddie quickly moved to cover up the evidence by wiping his face, but missed the spot every time. You took a step closer and wiped at the corner of his lip with your thumb. It could’ve been your imagination, but you swore you saw his eyes soften as he looked into yours, a soft smile slowly forming on his face.

Had you been bold enough, you would’ve stood closer to him and taken his rosy cheeks into your warm hands to press your lips against his chapped ones. You would’ve told him all about the feelings you’d been bottling up for months. You didn’t. You didn’t because you couldn’t even fathom the idea of losing him, of ruining years of friendship for feelings that he didn’t reciprocate. You couldn’t let your treacherous heart make you lose him.

So the only thing you did was cough to break the silence and took a step back, “I’ll forgive you if you let me play one of dad’s old scary movies.”

“No fucking way, I’m still traumatized by the last one.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Two movies, a plate of cookies, and a bowl of candy later, you were sitting on the porch of your house, a thick blanket over both your backs. You were leaning your head against his shoulder as you smoked together. As much as you hated to admit it, you hadn’t been able to stare into his eyes, nor had you been able to talk in coherent sentences, which was why you were thankful for the silence that was between you.

A cloud of smoke appeared before you as you exhaled and gave the cigar back to Eddie. In a kind gesture, Eddie pulled you flush to his side and accommodated the blanket that was about to fall off your shoulder. You mumbled out a soft thanks and nuzzled your face into his neck with a sigh. The smell of cigarette smoke mixed with his musky and cheap cologne was comforting, like a drug you wanted more of. 

“Hey sweets, can I ask a question?” He mumbled. You hummed in affirmation.

“Have you ever… Do you ever wonder what being in a relationship’s like?” There was a beat of silence where you didn’t say anything, so he started rambling, “I’m sorry if it’s a stupid question. I know we never talk about shit like this but ever since Gareth met Simone, I can’t stop thinking about what it’d be like.”

You almost burst out laughing at the irony of his question, “Only like, everyday. When you like someone I guess it’s common to…”

You trailed off, realizing your mistake. Any trace of humor on your face was quickly wiped away by the words you’d just uttered. You trusted Eddie with everything you had, but you knew that uttering those words out loud had been a mistake. You knew he wouldn’t let it go until you confessed.

He pulled away from you slightly so he could look at you better. His dark eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed at the new piece of information he had just received, “You like someone?”

His tone indicated nothing but pure curiosity. There was no teasing, so you decided to tell him the truth, “I do, yeah.”

“What happened to the ‘I don’t believe in relationships’ shit?” Eddie wondered. You groaned.

“Don’t be unfair, Eds. I said that after I got my heart broken. Even if that wasn’t the case though, people can change.” You tried to defend yourself, which made him chuckle.

Unbeknownst to you, your defensiveness had told him much more than you’d let on about the subject you had eyes on. Still, he didn’t say much, “They’re that special then. To make you change and all.” 

“I guess you could say that,” You replied and, for some reason, felt yourself get bolder as seconds passed, “He’s sweet and kind, creative too. Also has the coolest hair and he’s a genius at playing the guitar.”

You were dead sure he’d caught on by then, especially after the guitar part. You thought he had noticed, which was why you weren’t surprised when his arm fell to his side and he stood up, avoiding eye contact with you.

He scratched the back of his neck and mumbled out a few words you couldn’t make out, “You should uh… tell him all that, if you haven’t already. For what it’s worth, anyone would be lucky to have you.”

Then Eddie paused, and there was a beat of silence that seemed to stretch out like a never ending corridor, “I should go, don’t wanna get home after Wayne does.”

He promised to call before getting into his van and driving away. You sat on the porch until you finished the remainder of the cigarette you’d been smoking. You tried to distract yourself by watching TV, it was already past two in the morning so you figured you’d wait for your mother to get home, knowing it wouldn’t be long until she did.

When you finally heard her car pull up into the driveway, you sighed. Part of you felt relieved to have her there, hopeful that maybe she wouldn’t be too tired so you could talk to her. However, the bigger part of you felt guilty for even thinking of holding her back from going to bed because of some teenage drama she probably didn’t give a shit about.

However, keeping it to yourself was impossible. When she walked in, despite the bags under her eyes and tired face, she sat down on the couch right next to you and asked how you were. Those words were enough to get you to break. Everything you’d been trying to hold back escaped your mouth and you spent a long time sobbing on your mother’s shoulder, sure that you had just fucked up one of the best things in your life.

Your mother didn’t ask for an explanation as she held you, so you didn’t give her one. She eventually had to get up and go to bed, finally consumed by the tiredness that was plaguing her body after her nightly shift. You stayed behind and managed to fall asleep for an hour or two before the sun finally rose. There was still hope in your heart that maybe when he called you later that morning things would be fine, as if nothing had happened. Sadly, yet to no one’s surprise, that call never came. 

#eddie munson x reader

[blue-jisungs]

ask game request 2 let's go 🤩

for dialogue, prompt #4, #18, and #44. And especially with #18 and #44, I picture them together with #44 being a sarcastic response to #18 if that makes sense lmao (if it doesn't dw anything you do with these will be amazing!)

and for action, prompt #24, #25, and #26 coincidentally all in a row lmao

this just screams Joshua to me, plus he's my main bias in svt so <333

hope you have fun writing this again!

can I ask who ur bias/biases are in svt? 💖 also now I want to be friends with you cause of how much I love talking back and forth 😭

"wanna bet?"

a/n. HELLO AGAIN :D also, agreed this is such a joshua thing to do >.<

when it comes to your question: my biases are wonwoo and minghao <33 … but i do get bias wrecked by seungcheol lately smh🙄

PLS ME TOO I LOVE OUR LITTLE CONVOS HEHE ALSO YOUR REPLIES/REBLOGS/LITTLE COMMENTS MAKE MY DAY ISTG :”)

also i listened to this town by niall horgan on a loopwhilst writing it and no i’m not crying

warnings. mention of alcohol and being drunk

a small party that your boyfriend threw to celebrate you nailing your exams was… unexpected. you came home, dropping groceries on the floor while letting out a tired sigh. after taking off your shoes and entering the living room suddenly–

"SURPRISE!" 13 voices yelled out, making you let out a squeak. they all laughed at your reaction whilst you faced them, peeking out from their previous hiding spots.

they all congratulated you and even gave small gifts, making you taken aback. joshua, on the other hand, came up to you at the very end and placed a soft kiss on top of your head.

"your exams are over. let’s relax" he said with a smile.

and that’s how it started. the party was very cultural until seungcheol found some alcohol.

you and joshua didn’t drink much. mostly because you wanted to remember this and tease the members after.

when the wild games and shouting ended, it was around 1am. you were dragged to the floor by hoshi to dance and you couldn’t say no after he bawled his eyes out because someone (jeonghan) reminded him, out of the blue, how bambi’s mom died.

joshua watched you with heart in his eyes, not even fighting the smile that grew on his lips.

"you’re so in love. it makes me sick" seungkwan’s voice made him scoff.

the party was slowly coming to an end. you decided to provide a sleepover for the drunkest members whilst the other ones took a cab home.

"shua" you hummed, picking up the dishes on the coffe table.

"what is it, baby?" your boyfriend asked and after pulling a blanket over sleeping dokyeom, he turned his head towards you. once he saw you cleaning up the mess, he rushed towards you.

"thank you for doing this. it’s… i appreciate it" you chuckled but a frown appeared at your face when joshua took the dishes from your hands and put them in the sink "what are you–"

"don’t bother cleaning. we’ll use the drunkards to help us tomorrow" he grinned and a soft song came on the speaker. right, speaker. you should turn it off.

suddenly you felt joshua’s hand grabbing yours and he turned you to face him. his hair were a bit messy but this mischievous look in his eyes made you wonder what’s on his head.

"can i have this dance?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"oh sure sir. i thought you’d never ask" you hummed and in no time his hands gently grabbed your waist, swaying you two to the rhythm.

"well, if you weren’t so busy dancing with drunk hoshi…" he scoffed and felt your hands resting at his shoulders. you looked him in the eye with subtle smile.

"oh come on. he clearly needed a distraction after remembering the cruel death of bambi’s mom" you snorted and joshua just shook his head.

you looked in his eyes, instantly getting lost. because looking in his brown, chocolate irises felt like home you never wanted to leave.

you felt an urgent need to kiss him. to do so you had to stand on your tippy toes but you did that anyways. joshua instantly melted into the kiss, his lips turning into a smile because of your efforts.

he leaned away, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear and leaned again for a tender kiss. now you were the one who fought the urge the smile. once your lips disconnected, you did so. it was infectious.

joshua decided to give you yet another kiss. you placed your hands at his neck, feeling how hot it was. you leaned ever so slightly, resting your forehead against his, your smile making it hard for him to look away from your lips.

after placing a quick peck on them, he said with one breath quietly:

"i’m going to marry you one day"

your eyes widened and he grinned at your reaction.

"wanna bet?" you giggled yet the feeling of butterflies invading your stomach was making it hard to hold your composure.

"yeah and the wedding ring is an award for the one who wins" joshua scoffed.

"that doesn’t make sense because even when someone loses, this person is still–" you laughed and joshua’s lips silenced you.

he leaned away, cupping your smiley face.

"that’s the point, darling" he hummed, making your cheeks heat up.

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[we-are-so-close]

“You look nice.” Aizawa’s tone gave no indication of how he really felt. It’s a tone that you had grown used to, something you were usually able to decipher, something you had grown to love. 

He did think that you looked nice, but if he wasn’t holding back, he might have told you that you looked stunning. A backless burgundy dress. Long sleeved and covered in an intricate golden lace design flowing up to the neckline. It was gorgeous; you were gorgeous, but it still didn’t suit you. He assumed you chose this color because it complemented what Hawks’ was wearing, and since the two of you arrived together…

“You look nice, too,” you smiled tenderly. “I really love the color you chose for your tie!”

“I know,” he said softly under his breath. It wasn’t dismissive, but it was because he really did know that you would like the color; it was your favorite afterall. 

A slight sound of commotion had you turning to face the stage. Present Mic was up at the front, no microphone needed. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are now at the time of the night where we have those of you share a dance with someone you did not attend the gala with.”

The music slowly started building and you recognized it immediately. 

“Ah, this is my favorite song.” 

“I know,” Aizawa replied again. “Since we’re here, would you like to dance?” He asked as he offered you his hand. 

You looked around and saw that Hawks was nowhere to be seen, so you didn’t see the harm in dancing with your old mentor. 

You take the tried and true position of two dancing partners. Slowly, you sway to the rhythm. You took to staring at his chest, not knowing if you could look him in the eyes. 

“So, you and Hawks?”

“Me and Hawks?” your tone matched his. 

“You two arrived together, so are you two…you know…”

“Dating? No. He said it would be good for publicity. Well, for me anyway. Not sure how the public will view him after bringing me with him.” You tried to make light of your situation, but it came off as more pathetic. 

A brief wave of relief washes over Aizawa hearing that you are not dating Hawks, but it’s soon replaced with a sense of guilt because of the situation you were in. Things had happened so quickly. One day he was mentoring you as a teacher in training, and then the next day you had been moved to be under the supervision of the number two pro hero. 

“How, uh…how have you been?” He asked you, the two of your bodies coming closer together as the music plays on. 

“I’ve thought about texting you,” you tell him honestly. 

I miss you. I hate not seeing you every day. I love you. 

“Me, too.” 

The music began to pick up and the two of you fall into the steady beat. If people hadn’t known any better, they’d have thought you two had done this before. 

“Shouta.”

“______.”

The two of you slow, eyes locking, words ready to spill from both of your lips. 

“Mind if I cut in?” the familiar voice of Hawks cuts through the two of you. 

“Keigo,” you state in surprise. 

“You never mentioned you could dance, old man.” A slight jab at the man you were just dancing with. He draped his arm over your shoulder, a subtle way to let Aizawa know that you were under his watchful eye.

“I guess it never came up in our many conversations.” The sarcasm was radiating from Aizawa’s body. 

“Guess not. But I think it’s time for us to go, don’t you think ______? It’s been a busy night for you.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” you replied. “Bye, Eraserhead. It was nice to see you again.” You knew that Hawks could hear the disappointment in your voice, but you were hoping that Aizawa would hear it, too. Hawks steered you toward the back as Aizawa threw his hand up in good-bye. 

Once you were out of earshot, Hawks stopped and turned you to face in the direction you had just left. 

“I thought I told you to stay away from him.”

“Hm,” you shrugged your shoulders. “Couldn’t help it, I guess.”

“What does it feel like? Watching the person you love have no interest in you?” 

That statement clenched your heart. Your breath hitched in your throat. 

“It doesn’t..I don’t..”

“You don’t have to answer, babe. I know what it’s like.” His arm discreetly pulled you closer to him. 

Present Mic walked over to Aizawa, who was standing in the same spot you left him. 

“So, did you tell her?”

“I couldn’t.”

“What do you mean you 'couldn’t'? I did all of that up there in order to get you your chance and you blew it? I’m going to start calling you ChickenHead,” Hizashi punched Aizawa in the shoulder, no malice behind the action. 

“How could I? All I would be doing is taking her shot at happiness. At least one of us deserves to be happy.” 

“I think you’re wrong about that, Shouta. You both deserve to be happy, and you both could be happy together.”

The two men stared at you and Hawks. And you and Hawks stared back. He leaned in and whispered in your ear, “let’s go.” 

One last look at Shouta was all you needed to know about how he felt about you, truly. 

It would take too long for the pieces of your hearts to be pieced back together.

#aizawa #aizawa x reader #hawks #hawks x reader #aizawa angst #mha #mha angst

[satellitefeed]

I’m moving different

This shit ain’t nothing to me man, I’m a dog. I’m biting the fart bubbles in the bath

We smoking Symbiote

Smoking that Whoopi Goldberg South Egyptian fur burger Deluxe Mega Millions scratcher skunk bubba kush

We smoking dung beetle

I’m on 12 vicodins, smoking on Scooby-Doo dick

We smoking Sequoia banshee boogers

We snorting that good Buffalo Soldier tamarind Jordanian gibbies

They must have amnesia, they forgot that I’m him. That Burberry backwoods pack hitting that pussy smell like a Hellcat V8

We smoking shit in a glass pipe, blowing the Lord’s bubbles

I’m sick in the head

I’m on them Broward county Tic-Tacs, I’m on them Georgetown Geronimoes

I’m on them Nashville nibblers

I left my Margiela’s in the Benz trunk, I’ll have to stunt on them next time

I don’t give a fuck if I go blind, I don’t need to see the price tag anyways

I’m high on 12 Jason Bournes, looking to beat the cum out of a thick, fresh oak

We smoking filtered crack you stupid piece of shit, I’ll fucking kill you

Call that pussy The Matrix, cause I’m in this bitch and I can’t get out

Last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves. The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly faded into darkness, and I let the archangels take him. I need more Sequoia banshee boogers

Don’t be shy girl, I love me some Pastrami mudflaps

I’m moving like French Montana: haan

Welcome to the Cream Kingdom bitch, open up. Blac Chyna, I’d drink her piss out of another man’s balls

My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Harrelson

You ain't seen ten bands in your life, jit

Reach for my neck, you'll get turned into an example

Y'all gotta stop playing with me man

I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the great pyramids. I pushed a camel through the eye of a needle. This shit ain't nothing to me man

Tied the opps to the back of a Trackhawk and dragged them around the block for 24 hours

Motherfucker look like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him

Opps wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant

I'm moving like Oppenheimer

She dropped that ass on me from an egregarious angle, they thought I was Stephen Wallace

Top shelf zaza, disrupted my circadian rhythm

I have seen the Magna Carta, I have the seen the eye of hor

I was flipping bricks for Mansa Musa before y'all even became a type I civilization

This shit ain't nothing to me you stupid piece of shit

Step the wrong way and you will perish

That pussy feel like Biscoff Butter

You think I care about this shit? Ask me if I care about this shit, cause I don't give a shit

If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a shit, I'd be broke cause I don't give a shit

My bitch look like David Hasselhoff

I balled so hard they thought I was a fucking nutsack

This shit ain't nothing to me man, I'll kill you, you stupid piece of shit

#journal