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zephyrchama · 2 months

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Mammon stares down at his youngest brother snoozing away on your lap. Belphegor has made himself at home with your thigh as a makeshift pillow. It’s far from the first time this has happened, and very unlikely to be the last. Any more, he just walks over and does it, falling asleep within moments without even asking. He’ll wake up if you try to stand. As long as you can still study, read, or scroll your D.D.D., it’s usually not too bothersome and easier to let Belphegor do what he wants.

The scowl on Mammon’s face says otherwise. “Ya really gonna let him walk, err, sleep all over you like that? How many time’s he done that this week?” He tisks and stomps his foot, looming over you with crossed arms. “Belphie, wake your ass up! Yer big bro has a bone to pick with you!”

You feel a warm exhalation on your leg. Belphegor seems to be sighing, but doesn’t bother opening his eyes or acknowledging Mammon in any other way, much to the elder’s chagrin.

“Push him off!” Mammon insists.

“I’m flattered you think I’m strong enough to push a full grown demon off of me,” you admit, lightly ruffling Belphegor’s hair. “But, no. I’m not.”

“Don’t encourage ‘im!” Mammon grabs Belphegor by the collar.

At this provocation, the youngest curls an arm under your thigh and nudges his nose into the fabric of your clothes. He refuses to budge. “They don’t mind it, so just leave us alone.” Belphegor’s muffled voice sounds tired and annoyed.

“Belphie, let go! Ugh, use your pact!” Mammon literally growls. “Don’t coddle this jerk, you spoil him too much!”

“Don’t yell at me about it! I’m just sitting here!” you pout. ”And Belphie, watch where you’re grabbing.” It’s not your fault these guys go crazy over you. “Pact orders are painful for you guys, yeah? I don’t want to go through all that trouble. I’m still learning how to control the magic and it’s not worth it right now.”

“Hah? You kiddin’ me?” Mammon taps his foot and gnashes his teeth as Belphegor gives him the cold shoulder. “Fine then. Be that way.”

He goes to walk away, but abruptly turns back and returns. It’s evident when Mammon gets a new idea into his head. You can practically see the light bulb pop up over his head as he dons a cheeky grin.

“Spread your legs for me,” he demands.

“What?” Now you’re staring at him, disbelief etched into your features. You knew Mammon had the occasional lewd thought but even for him this was brazen. Maybe his brothers are right and he’s finally lost it.

“Spread your legs for the Great Mammon! C’mon!”

Belphegor snorts and turns his head ever so slightly, just enough to give his dumb older brother the evil eye. Mammon is tired of waiting and seizes his chance to yank your knees apart. By your own admission, you can’t fight the strength of a full grown demon.

“You’ve got two legs, there’s plenty a room for two demons here.” There isn’t exactly much space, but Mammon lays his head back on your thigh and grins up at you, bumping his noggin against Belphegor in the process.

Ah. You realize this was his goal and Mammon was just being too stubborn to come out and say it.

Your face grew hot. It felt weird to manspread with two doting demons on your legs. “You really could have phrased that better.”

“Whatddya mean?”

You sigh. “Think about it.”

Belphegor exhales again, probably laughing under his breath this time as he re-adjusts his arm to a cozier position.

Mammon is content just to admire you from below until he connects the dots, and a deep red blush spreads across his face. He turns, winding his arms around your back to better hide his face in the folds of your shirt.

He closes his eyes against you, his nose brushing against your side. “I don’ wanna think ‘bout anything. I work too hard, just lemme rest here a while.”

You allow it, ruffling his hair knowing full well you coddle both of them too much.

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fleur-bbyy · 6 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ WAKING THEM UP TO FUCK!

PAIRINGS: SATORU GOJO, SUGURU GETO, TOJI FUSHIGURO, KENTO NANAMI.

WARNINGS: MDNI!!! female reader, pet names, (gojo) cuddle fucking, (geto) missionary, light teasing, (toji) cowgirl, him being a lazy bastard, (nanami) doggy, ass slapping

SATORU GOJO: just as horny as you are.

the air around you is sweltering as you wake from your dream, but you swear your core feels even hotter.

you’re already soaked, panties sticking to your skin. sticking uncomfortably at that. it’s early, too early to even think about trying to get off. causing you to try to wiggle around and get comfortable again so you could go back to sleep before you feel an arm sling around your waist.

“can’t keep squirming like that, baby.” satoru’s voice is low in your ear with the slightest rasp. enough rasp to make your cunt clench around absolutely nothing and for your body to involuntarily squirm again.

“sorry, satoru. just got woken up from a dream.”

“oh?” his slender fingers rub up and down your side, lingering a little longer when they reached your hip. “is that why your panties are so wet?”

you frown. you know he’s used to this and it doesn’t bother him at all, but you still feel bad for waking him in the night so frequently.

“‘m sorry, ‘toru. i know you have to work tomorrow.” he hooks his chin over your shoulder and giggles into your neck.

“don’t be sorry, pretty girl, not faring much better than you right now.” you feel him shallowly thrust against your ass, feeling how hard his cock is. “how about you help me out and i help you?” his fingers slip from your waist to the top of your panties and once you nod your head, he’s pulling them down just far enough to uncover your pussy.

“this is why sleeping naked is so worth it,” he pauses as he lines up with your entrance and begins to push in, the pair of you moaning when he sinks in all the way, “makes it so i can help my girl faster.”

you whimper when his hand moves to grip your waist, holding you closer to him as he begins to thrust. your pussy squelching from how wet you were.

“were you having a good dream baby? that why you’re so soaked f’me?” you moan again in response, frantically nodding your head.

“yeah?” he thrusts into you harshly and groans, “tell me allllll about it, pretty, and i’ll make it come true.”

SUGURU GETO: tired until he slips it in.

you knew better than to wake up suguru late on a work night, but you were aching so badly and it wasn’t something just your own fingers could fix.

his raven hair was spread across his pillow and his arm was slung across his eyes to black any of the light in the room. he looked unbelievably beautiful and hot, even though you couldn’t see his whole face.

“please baby?” you whisper, kissing the column of his neck. “i won’t do it again. i promise.” the corner of his lips tug into a smirk and his hand snakes down to palm his growing erection.

“you’re so lucky i love you.” you smile when he lazily rolls on top of you. your face scrunching into pleasure when he runs a finger through your wet slit.

“no panties baby? sure you weren’t planning on waking me up?” his voice still laced with sleep.

“no, never.” you smile up at him again, eyes low as you watch him jerk his thick cock a few times before lining in up with your sopping hole. pushing in just the tip to play with you.

“don’t tease right now, need you so bad.”

“yeah?” he pauses to yawn, eyes squinting, but never moving from the sight of your pussy stretching around the head. “how bad, baby?”

“so bad, please don’t make me beg.” you roll your hips into him and stick out your bottom lip. he groans, not wanting to tease you more for your and his sake.

“y’so lucky i’m sleepy and don’t wanna tease.” he says, throwing your legs over his shoulder as he begins to sink into you further. both of you throwing your head back and his eyes snapping shut.

“ohh fuck.” he growls. hips rolling forward to meet yours and your skin making a slight slapping sound when they connect. suguru leans over to grip the headboard. long, messy hair dangling in his face.

“so sorry for waking you up, ‘guru.” you whine as he reaches so impossibly deep inside you. the headboard beginning to smack against the wall.

“don’t be sorry, baby, i’m wiiiide awake now.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO: he’ll wake up, but makes you do the work.

“toji, baby?” you lightly shake his arm to no avail. “tooooji.” you throw the duvet off of your hot skin and shake him once more, grinning when he stirs from his sleep.

“what’re y’waking me up at this time for?” he rubs his eyes with his fists and looks at the small digital clock on his nightstand. the deep rumble of his voice and the slur of his words only served to make your core ache even more than it already did. tracing his happy trail with your eyes down to the waistband of his sweatpants and fixating your gaze on his bulge.

“‘m so horny, baby.” you swing a leg over his torso and straddle him, the heat of your clothed pussy radiating onto the part of him your wanted most.

“yeah? y’want me to fix that, don’tcha?” you nod your head and see his scarred lips tug into a smirk as he flips the rest of the duvet off of his legs. feeling one of his large hands rub your side. his eyelids low and eyes still bleary from being woken up. “hop on f’me, princess.”

your hands gently, but quickly, tug down his grey sweats, practically drooling when his hard cock springs free from its confines and slaps his stomach. you push your own panties to the side and slowly begin to sink down on him, already moaning loudly just from the stretch. his hands rest lazily on your hips as you begin to bounce on him. throwing your head back in ecstasy when you get the angle just right.

“baby?” you whisper out, already breathless.

“hm?”

“you’re not gonna help?” he smirks again and tucks one of his arms behind his head.

“nah, baby. y’woke me up. i’m gonna enjoy my show.”

KENTO NANAMI: was never asleep in the first place.

you awake to the sounds of your bedroom door shutting gently and rustling in your dresser drawers.

your eyes open slowly, trying to adjust to the light the lamp on nanami’s nightstand produces. finally focusing on the blonde undoing his tie in front of the mirror. you don’t bother to look at the time, you know it’s late by the way nanami’s posture is slightly drooped.

“kento?” you barely whisper, voice still waking up with you. he turns to look in your direction as he untucks his dress shirt and begins to unbutton it.

“hi honey,” he stops to fumble with a tricky button on his shirt, “shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“maybe, but i’d rather see you.” and boy is that the truth.

your eyes ghost across his body, taking in the way his jaw clenches, how tight his pants are around his thighs, the tuft of hair peeking out from the top his shirt, finally stopping when you notice that his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and exposing his bulging arms.

“that so?”

“mhm.” you flip the blanket off your legs, revealing the nightgown you were wearing. his favorite nightgown to be exact. “was missin’ you.”

“i can tell.” his shirt is thrown into the hamper, or at least he thinks it is. he was too preoccupied by how pretty you looked in that little gown to double check.

he keeps watching as you hop up from the bed, the hem of your gown barely covering your ass as you walked over in the direction of the hamper. his cheeks flushed when you bent over and he could see every bit of your glistening pussy.

“you missed, silly.” you said as you picked up his discarded shirt and put it properly in the basket. looking back at him over your shoulder and smiling coyly when he began to saunter over to you. simultaneously removing his leather belt from the loops of his pants and fumbling with the zipper.

“beginning to think you woke up on purpose.” he made quick work of freeing his cock from his boxers and dress pants, groaning when you rubbed your wet cunt against him. “naughty girl.”

“mmm, yeah? only for you.” he groans again when you reach behind you to grab his cock and position the tip to your wet hole. smiling back at him once more before pushing your ass back against him and pushing his cock in at the same time.

“you’re such a fuckin’ angel, shit.” he uses one of his hands to bend you over and the other to grip the fat of your hip. you’re wetter than ever and your sweet cunt is sucking him in like your life depended on it.

“sure you can handle it, baby?” you moan out, back arching and giving nanami a delicious view. “i know you have work tomorrow, ken.”

“if you cared about that, you would’ve asked about it first.” he laughs and takes the splayed hand off your back to give your ass two good slaps. “besides, i’d be a damn fool to choose sleep over this.”

a/n: self indulgent sleepy sex for my birfday :3

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fixfoxnox · 9 months

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Okay but think about this, the cod boys' reaction to having a Barrack's Bunny with them.

(if you don't know, a Barrack's Bunny is usually a woman, but can also be a man, that sleeps around a lot with their colleagues)

Idk if you want to like do all of the fabfavorites, but I'ld be most interested in how König, Ghost and Keegan would react!!

While we're talking about König, I had a stroke of genius a few days back and decided that König to me looks like Lee Pace, so...yeah, I'm imagining Lee Pace as this man. Lee Pace is also my fc for Johnathan Sanderson but that less important rn also I'm assuming we want romance/spice here so:

COD Boys Reaction to Finding Out Reader is a Barrack's Bunny

Characters: Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Roach, König, and Keegan

Warnings: Possessiveness, NSFW Implied, Minor NSFW, choking (light), mentions of STD's, reader is a barracks bunny (sleeps around essentially)

Price

Price sees you coming out of some new recruits room, hair mussed and clothes wrinkled

He's not an idiot, Price has been around, he's had people like you on teams that he's worked with before

Still, this is the first time he's actually felt tempted

Calls you into his office a week later, after he's done more research and watched you dissappear in and out of different bunks. He had to be sure before he could act.

Sits you down and tells you that he knows what you've been doing

You're in a panic, sure you've been enjoying yourself but its not worth losing your job over

Everything is made even worse to you by the fact that its Price speaking to you about it

Captain of the illustrious Taskforce 141, everyone knows him, everyone knows his skill

You, in particular, know how fucking attractive he is

So while Price is "scolding" you (literally just telling you the dangers of what you're doing) you're trying desperately to pretend you aren't losing your shit and horny as fuck.

Then, at the end, Price is tapping your papers together and tells you he wants you to stop sleeping around with other recruits

He tells you that he wants you to get tested weekly now, to make sure you don't have anything

You ask him in a meek voice why weekly, why weekly if you're supposed to stop?

He leans back in his seat, his eyes practically devouring you as he reminds you

"I said stop sleeping around with the other recruits"

Price gives a much better offer. If you want to fuck around, why not fuck around with his team rather than the typically less than stellar recruits you'd been sleeping with

It's really not much of a question for you

When you accept, you see just a hint of a smirk tug at his lips, not much but enough to have you going warm

If you're warm then, you're sure you'll combust when Price pushes his seat back just enough to motion to the floor in front of his chair, his legs spread

"Go on then, you can start with just your hands until we get everything else sorted."

He doesn't interact much with the new recruits outside of training, but he knows you

Ghost

Ghost learns about what you've been up to from Price

He's seen the way the other recruits flock to you and hang off of you, he knows several of them have crushes

He assumed, however, that you hadn't been giving any of them the time of day, so he's a little shocked to hear what you've actually been up to.

Maybe part of him is a little jealous, but the bigger part of him is excited.

If you're willing to fuck with recruits who barely know how to use their cock, surely you'd have no issue with him.

He waits for Price to talk to you and waits patiently for everything to go through before he makes his move

It's after training and he's just watched you the whole time, anticipation for whats coming

Ghost doesn't indulge often, but when you're so open and he's feeling more than a little desperate, its easier to wait for you outside of the locker room.

As soon as you step out he has you by the arm, pulling you somewhere quiet and secluded

He has you pressed against a wall, a thigh pressed up against you as he gets close.

He makes sure you know that Price has told him what you've been up to

He enjoys the embarrassment that flushes across your face, but doesn't let it last very long as he presses closer

Asks you if you've been satisfied with the recruits you've been fucking with. Asks you if they fuck you the way that you like.

He's right against you now, his entire body pressed against yours so all you can do is shake your head no, feeling flushed from head to toe

"Bad choice going for the recruits, if you're going to sleep around you can at least get something out of it. You want something out of it?"

Let's a hand land temptingly over your crotch as he waits for your response, his intentions are perfectly clear.

He waits for your permission before jumping you, but he certainly makes his point about those recruits

Its not hard for you to say you'll be aiming higher up from that point on

Gaz

Absolutely miffed when he finds out

He probably spends the most time around the recruits, so he definitely knows you

He never would have expected it from you

Never would have known if he hadn't overheard some recruit trying to brag about it

"You're not special, they're a bunny dude. They've had like half the people on our squad."

Has a whole moment™ because he knows he has to tell someone about this, like its part of his thing as a superior to you

But also 😏

Maybe he can handle it on his own

Bides his time, watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to approach

Ends up finding it when he sees one of the recruits yoinking you out of the cafe for a very clear purpose

Hustles through a short cut to be able to cut you guys off

Acts like he has no idea what you guys were about to do

"Oh, there you are. I've been searching up and down for you. Think I can borrow them for a sec?"

You're more than a little confused when Gaz takes you back to his room rather than any meeting room

The lock of the door clicks behind you and the two of you are left alone

Gaz starts with the professional side of things

"I know what you've been doing."

You run cold and rush to explain yourself, but Gaz stops you with a hand raised

"Listen, this can't be good for you, and its against regulation, so I really do need you to stop."

You nod your head rapidly, prepared to literally fall to your knees in thanks for him not ratting you out. That is until he steps into your space

"However, if you're careful, maybe have one person take care of you, maybe it'll be alright."

Your eyes widen and a part of you runs hot as Gaz reached forward to tuck a finger under your chin, guiding you closer with just a light touch.

You're literally helpless against him, unable to do anything but follow as he brings you closer

"I'd be willing to volunteer, if you'd like"

You do end up liking ;)

Soap

Soap barely knows the recruits, he hardly pays attention to them

However he does know you

Soap's had his fair share of flings and his fair share of run ins with Barrack Bunnies before, he knows the type.

And he sees you chatting it up with the recruits and his brain clicks into place immediately

Maybe he doesn't believe at first, but later he sees you sneaking out of someone's room and he knows his instincts were right.

A part of him is really excited

Since joining the 141 he's held out on enjoying any of the more risqué things that people get up to

And he's been a little too busy to actually seek anything out even if he'd wanted to

So to have you show up and fall right into his lap? He plans to take full advantage

Soap knows the game, he knows how this all works. You don't talk about it directly

So he starts by fully introducing himself, giving you his name with a joke and a little bit of flirtation attached to let you know he's interested.

Then comes the talking as he slowly hints at what he wants, what he knows that you do

You pick up on it all pretty quick, after all this is part of what you do

Still, to say you're surprised would be an understatement

A member of the famous taskforce 141 wanting to use you? Sign you tf up

When one of you finally cracks and invites the other back to your room/bunk, its a literal flurry of movement

You're both pretty much ready for this so it makes sense that you're both on the exact same page

Course he takes good care of you and you're more than pleased. He's easily the best you've had

Later when you're laying in bed together Soap tells you:

"As your superior, I am required to tell you that you need to stop this by the way. However as me?? Well, I'll find you again soon."

Roach

Roach is the unlucky one who doesn't realize what you get up to until he happens to walk by the wrong room at the wrong time

He's heading to a meeting with the rest of the team, completely oblivious to any of the people he passes or conversations going on

That is until he turns a corner and passes a room where he can very clearly hear moans echoing from

Stops in place, absolutely shocked because hey that's a fucking broom closet

Sticks around just long enough to hear whoever you're with moan out your name

Then he's scampering off to his meeting, his face red and his mind only focused on what he's heard

Thats when he starts paying more attention and, after walking by yet another one of your rendezvous a few days later, he realizes exactly what's going on

He's a little uncomfortable to be honest

He found you one of the more likable recruits and had been helping you with your weapons tests

He'd taught you how to line up your shots quicker with a sniper and the fastest way to reload a pistol

He'd been rooting for you and you knew it

So a part of him felt uncomfortable because, really, if you needed someone to take care of you, why would you not come to him?

What was so great about all those recruits you were fucking? What was so great about hopping between people?

He probably wouldn't have been so odd about the whole thing if he was one of the people you were seeing

He's a bit distant the next time he helps you, not talking as much and hardly meeting your eyes.

He's touchy though, constantly reaching out to correct your form and brush his fingers over your skin in a way that leaves shivers down your spine

When your session is over, he stops you

"Listen, I'm not going to make a big deal out of this because I don't see whats wrong with it, but if you're going to be with a new guy every night, you need to at least find somewhere better than a broom closet."

You go bright red, stuttering out apologies and excuses about sharing the bunks with others, all while he watches you with soft eyes

"Well, I guess you could always use my room."

You stop stuttering and for a moment you and Roach just stare at each other.

He seems a bit unsure of himself, but after you don't rebuff him, he continues

"But I'm the only person you're allowed to bring back there. How's that sound?"

That sounded just perfect to you.

König

The thing about König is that he's very possessive

Its hard to keep things and have a constant in life when you're in the military, so when König finds something constant that he enjoys, he gets attached

You become a constant in his life after joining KorTac and falling under his command

König likes the people under his command, but he really really likes you

A part of him views you as his already, even when he hasn't quite worked up the courage to tell you yet

It frustrated him more then he could explain

All that confidence on the field, but when it came to something as simple as confessing his feelings and that anxiety from when he was younger would bubble back up

But what frustrated him more was coming to the realization that you'd been bouncing around the various KorTac members practically since you'd joined

Well, the various members minus him

He'd spotted you sneaking off with Conor or Roze one too many times and he wasn't stupid, he could figure out what was going on, even if it had taken him longer than he wanted to admit

He would have to rectify this issue

He calls you to his office, declaring it a matter of utmost importance, of course you believe him

Its easier for him when he can slip into his work mask, using the title of colonel to shield him from his usual anxiety.

"I know what you've been doing."

He calls you on it. Wastes no time in telling you that he knows what you've been up to.

You panic, assuming you were on the chopping block for breaking regulation. Apologies spill from your lips.

König listens to them as he stands up and rounds the desk, getting closer and closer to you with each step.

Finally he leans over you, silencing you with his towering presence

"You should be sorry. The only person you should be pleasuring is me."

You're taken aback completely, but you can't deny the heat that comes with the possession

König makes sure that you understand who it is you'll be taking care of from then on out, all while wiping the remnants of the other members of KorTac away from your skin with his own heated touch

Keegan

It's hard for Keegan to admit that he feels jealous

Usually he's calm and cool about things, always keeping a level head even with a gun pressed to his temple

He knows it and everyone else around him knows it

So its hard to admit when he is losing his cool, especially when he's losing his cool over you enjoying yourself

There are really no regulations anymore. The military is barely a military, held together by a string in a wasteland

So there isn't even anything wrong with what you're doing.

He can't tell you to stop, he'll just look like an ass

So instead he has to sit and watch as you cycle your way through half of the fucking platoon.

It eats him up, drives him crazy

He'd had Hesh make fun of him several times, mocking him for wanting to be one of the people you brought home

Hesh didn't get it, Keegan didn't want to be one of the people, he wanted to be the person!

Since finding out what you'd been up to, it had been hell, and he finally decided that it was time to confront you.

He corners you in one of the weapons tents, has you pressed against some ammo boxes as he asks you what you were doing the night before

You stutter through your answer, a little embarassed to admit to it, even if there was nothing wrong with what you'd done.

Keegan lets you stumble over yourself, enjoying the fool that you make before he just comes out and says it

He's not kind with it, instead he offers a more vulgar explanation and you gape at him, unsure of what to say or do

"No more of that, doll. I'm tired of it."

You go to protest, prepared to point out that he couldn't really stop you

Thats when you've got a leg between your thighs and a hand pressed gently to the base of your throat

"I want you all to myself. I'll take you better than any of those fucking rookies could even dream of."

He makes good on his promise

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milkiane · 2 years

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I’M HOME, SWEETHEART. eddie munson.

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summary: they say home is where the heart is but eddie’s home and heart is you.

warnings: just fluff and love! lovesick eddie! profanities and very slight suggestiveness. gif credits to @his-name-is-ed.

word count: 2.2k

“i’m home, sweetheart!”

never once did eddie go home without making his arrival known, not when he finally has someone to go home to. it’s a gesture of simplicity, yet it carries a deep feeling of intimacy and saccharine for him.

you two went through hell and back trying to save up for your own place, your home — for your life together — but it was all worth it in the end because now you have a dainty apartment in michigan, stable jobs, and food on the table. it’s far from hawkins and its dark secrets but not far enough for dustin and the gang not to visit.

he groans softly as he locks the door, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension, eyes momentarily closing. he lets the strap of his guitar bag slide down from his arm, alleviating the digging into his skin. and then —

CRASH! — eddie stumbles over an ottoman that he swore was never there before. he stands up straight and scans the room. it was redecorated. he sighs, shuffling around the new arrangement of the apartment.

“eddie?”

eddie turns around to find you in a shirt twice your size, you were rubbing the sleep out of your eyes — and then with the pitter-patter of feet and the jingling of a bell, your dog runs towards him, greeting him with a pushing weight on his legs.

“sorry, did i wake you?” eddie frowns, rubbing the spot behind willow’s ears as he gestures to the living room. “didn’t know our interior designer came to visit.”

you smile sheepishly, squishing your face against his chest as you hug him. he pulls you closer, planting a kiss on the crown of your head. your words come out muffled, “i missed you today, had to get my mind off things for a while.”

“s’okay, sweetheart. i missed you, too, so much,” he mumbles, slowly swaying you in place. “but next time, tell me, yeah? nearly kissed the ground before i could even kiss your pretty lips.”

you laugh softly, pulling away from his embrace to give him a kiss, a quick one that issues a whine of protest from your boyfriend. “take a shower and then we can kiss all you want. you smell like mike’s socks.”

eddie grumbles, tugging your arm to give you another kiss; seconds longer and sweeter until he has to pull away to breathe. eddie wishes he didn’t have to so he kisses you again. “go back to bed, baby, i’ll be with you before you know it.”

and true to his word, eddie walks into your shared bedroom, fresh out of the shower. you look up at him from the solace of the warm duvet. your head is the only thing peeking out. it’s cute.

“aren’t you looking very comfortable?” he grins as you make grabby hands at him. he flops down the bed with a bounce, wrapping you in his arms.

“much better,” you sigh in contentment.

he tilts up your chin to give you a kiss, ever so soft and slow; no one’s in a rush, it’s all at the moment, one of which eddie wishes to live in forever. there’s a hint of morose gnawing at his chest — the thought of how he could just spend every waking and sleeping hour with you in his arms.

he thinks of how the world can be cruel by depriving him of the time to spend more with you. instead, he gets stuck day after day in a stinking bar with drunkards who do not appreciate the art of metal — aside from the owner, mrs. duran, who loves their setlist. bless her heart.

he does believe in the saying ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder’. it does, it really does. he finds himself missing you, thinking of you, yearning for you.

but then he thinks of your beautiful smile — and maybe another thing — and it’s enough motivation for him to get through his day and get home to you.

being lovesick is an incurable disease, he thinks, vastly lethal when it’s with the right person. there is no cure, but even if there is, eddie will not as much blink an eye for it. he’s been with you for three years and counting, and his love for you has never faltered — like poison, it grew, it spread, it flourished — but it isn’t as ruthless as death, no. it gives him life, it gives him love.

it’s everything every person can ever dream of; finding the love that makes everything make sense as if it has all along.

and eddie, who up until this moment marvels over his felicity, has just so happened to find both friendship and love in you. he’s the happiest he’s ever been, starting from the moment he met you, it never wavered.

he drapes the blanket over the two of you and turns the lamp off, enveloping you in darkness.

“i love you, eddie.”

“i love you, sweetheart.” not i love you, too — i love you. because he did not need you to say it for him to support the idea that he loves you. it’s not a too, it’s not an also, it’s not an as well; it’s i love you.

it’s a declaration that is instilled within the abyss of our hearts. therefore it should be veritable as it is brought out only by the intensity of our affection — felt to such a visceral degree. it’s the coup de grace of every profession of love ever made.

“more than your guitar?” you tease sleepily.

eddie scoffs, “let’s not go that far, babe.”

you chuckle, placing your head above his chest to listen to his heartbeat. thump… thump… thump…

“i’m kidding, baby. i love you…” he repeats, this time softer as he slowly succumbs to sleep and the dreams of you.

sunlight trickles through the window pane of the bedroom, sheathing a warm kiss on eddie’s skin. he groans softly, mindlessly patting around for you only to find your side of the bed cold and empty.

he yawns, rising from the bed with a stretch to wake his sleeping limbs. he shuffles out of the room, picking up the discarded socks on the floor. he makes a detour around the room, shooting the deserted clothes in the hamper.

eddie doesn’t mind it, really. no matter how many times you forget to pick up your socks or put your shoes in the rack, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

he wouldn’t have a place to call home if it didn’t have even a trace of you in it. the place will simply be called a house or an apartment, but not a home. it would be undeserving of that title if it doesn’t have your clothes lying around, or you spontaneously rearranging the furniture, baking cookies, dancing in the kitchen, or sleeping with him in his bed.

it shows signs of living, of laughter, of loving. with pictures gracing the mantelpiece, a sweater of yours thrown over the couch, and your diverse album records that are mixed with his — it paints the perfect home for him.

he finds you on the balcony, a mug of coffee in hand.

you feel him before you see him, arms making their way around your waist. eddie presses soft kisses on your neck, trailing from your cheeks and up to your forehead. he puts your coffee cup on the table, turning you around to kiss you on the lips.

“good morning, gorgeous,” he whispers, smiling at the feeling of you against him. his cold hands slip under your shirt and you jump at the temperature, pulling away from him.

“cold!” you chastise him, placing his hands over your shirt instead.

“but that’s why i need you to heat ‘em up for me,” he whines, trying to sneak them back under again, lightly brushing them higher… and higher… until…

“eddie!” you smack his hands away, laughing at his poor attempts. you look down at your sock-clad feet and his bunny slippers-clad ones. it didn’t fit even half of it, his heels were poking out. “...are those my slippers?”

he models them. “you like ‘em? they’re new.”

“yeah, it looks better on you.” you tease, grabbing your coffee cup from the table and his hand with the other, dragging him back inside. “c’mon, let’s make some breakfast.”

“what do you mean?” he asks in faux confusion, pulling you in the direction of the bedroom. “i’m right here, woman! here’s your breakfast — bon appétit, ma chérie.”

“you’re insufferable!” you laugh, pushing him away.

“you’re telling me you don’t want a piece of this?” he gestures to himself and when you shake your head ‘no’, he dramatically falls back onto the couch, clutching his chest as if he was shot. “how shall i live knowing thou love of my life no longer desires me and my di-?”

“woah!” you interrupted with an incredulous laugh, pulling him up on his feet. “that’s enough, romeo,”

“-displays of affection.” eddie finishes with a pointed look. he teasingly squints his eyes at you and he clicks his tongue. “what were you thinking, you perv?”

you playfully roll your eyes at him, making your way towards the kitchen. “we need some eggs, by the way. can you drop by the store to get some?”

“if i get a kiss, i would.”

“i’ll give you two.”

“deal,” he grins, immediately sauntering towards you. he tugs you by your waist and gives you a sweet kiss and two and three, and then more.

you pull away, patting his cheek. “i said two.”

“you gave me more anyway,” he quips, giving your butt a quick smack. “be back in a second, sweetcheeks.”

“i’m home, sweetheart!”

eddie groans at the smell of bacon, immediately making a sharp left to the kitchen. he places the box of eggs on the counter and stands behind you, chin resting on your shoulder. “smells amazing.”

you smile, looking away from the pan for a moment to start preparing the eggs when —

“OW!” eddie yelped, pulling away from the bacon he was trying to steal. he blows at the burn prickling his fingers, hissing at the sting.

“idiot! why would you get it from the pan? it’s hot!” you scold him, a laugh escaping your lips as you turn the stove off.

“i know that now.” he glares at you before his face contorts into a puppy dog look. he pouts at you, burned hand extending towards you. “i need you to kiss it better.”

you scoff in mock disbelief, turning your back to him as you fix up the eggs, stove back on.

“y/n,” he drags out, like a child having a temper tantrum. “you’re being mean. what if i die, huh? what if the burn spreads through my body and i get a heat stroke? it will be too late! — you have to tell dustin i love him but he will never have my d&d set.”

“you fucking drama queen.” you poke his side, grabbing his hand and giving it soft kisses. “s’that good now?”

“i think it needs more, doc,” eddie sighs dramatically and puckers his lips. “here, too, or else i’ll die of lack of air!”

“lack of air?” you laugh in disbelief. “how is that-”

“because you! you are the air that i breathe…” he pretends as if it was his last breath before he theatrically falls to the ground, eyes closed and tongue poking out as though proclaimed dead.

you snort in amusement, softly kicking at his side. “c’mon, munson, stand up and i’ll give you a proper kiss.”

and just like that, he’s standing straighter than he ever was before. you lean on the tips of your toes, holding his face in your hands as you smother him with kisses. i love you i love you i love you — you whisper in every butterfly kiss. i love you i love you i love you — you continue to say it.

eddie smiles at your affection. he used to believe he was undeserving of love — your love to be exact; your soft and loving love. it was beautiful. it was like no other. he believes he’s living in a fairytale except there were no adventures, no strife — it was just straight to happily ever after.

your smile parallels his; soft and lovelorn. you pull him closer, kiss him on the lips, and it's just as magical as every other one you had before — its spark never losing its touch. it still makes your hearts flutter, cheeks warm, minds fuzzy.

i love you i love you i love you — eddie whispers in between kisses. and fucking shit, was it true. he would give up everything if it meant stopping time just to be in the moment with you. be it that moment, the night before, or the day after this — he doesn’t care which moment it will be because every moment with you is a moment he will cherish for eternity.

with you, he is home and you will forever be his as he is yours. he is home. your home.

he’s home, sweetheart.

“do you smell burning?”

“fUCK THE EGGS- !”

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lfghughes · 1 year

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from the same anon who asked for the jealous tkachuk :))

would love to see Quinn in a similar situation. He seems to be such a calm and collected person, I wonder how he would be jealous / in a situation where he needed to protect his girlfriend.

a/n: a big thank you for requesting this one too because quinny ugh my heart !!

warning: alcohol, fighting

Quinn was typically the calm and collected one. You’ve watched enough games of his to know that he didn’t put up with anything and you’ve seen his fights during games but outside of that he was just…Quinn. He was sweet and to himself. You would probably describe him as a go with the flow kind of guy. That was one of the things you loved about him. The fact that he would get irritated by your endless talking but he was still sweet about it.

Even now as you two were on vacation with his two brothers, you saw the fights the three of them would get in and the occasional playful wrestling matches but nothing could have prepared you for what happened later that night.

You’re not sure whose idea it was but it was decided you were all going out together with a group of their friends. They were all excited because the summer was here and everyone was finally able to get together for a night out. You were all surrounding the bar, a drink in your hand and Quinn was next to you sipping a beer and talking to Zegras. Or maybe you should say Zegras was talking his ear off and Quinn was listening and being polite.

“One of these dudes your boyfriend?” Some guy popped himself down in a stool next to you, leaning a little too close for comfort. “Uh yeah…” You mumbled, shifting in your seat as he looked at the crowd. “Let me guess, the pretty boy over there?” He nodded his head towards Jack. “Everything cool here?” You heard Quinns voice as he moved in closer, clearly he had ditched the conversation with Zegras the minute this guy had come over.

“Oh don’t tell me this dude is the one. You could do so much better.” He scoffed, clearly drunk and annoying. At this point Jack and some of the other boys had quieted down, Jack specifically watching his brother and seeing if he needed to step in. “I think it’s better if you get on out of here.” A clear warning from Quinn and you knew this could potentially turn ugly real quick. “Or what dude? A guy like you doesn’t know how to handle a girl like this.”

Jack moved in between, reading the situation clearly but Quinn pushed him out of the way. “Talk about her one more time and I’ll make sure you shut up.” The guy immediately got up from his seat and this time both you and Jack got in between. Jack pushing the dude back as you went to Quinn. “Babe, babe listen he is not worth it. Come on, let’s go home.”

You continued pushing him back until he finally turned around. There was silence for most of the way home and even when you got there and had changed into one of Quinns t-shirts to sleep in, he was still too quiet for your own liking. Climbing into his lap, you felt his arms instinctively go around you and you knew he wasn’t mad at you and that he was just upset from the situation.

“Talk to me, what are you feeling?” You asked, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he leaned his chin on your shoulder. “He’s right. You could do so much better but when he said those things I hated the idea of you with someone else.” You immediately shook your head at him “Shh, don’t. I love you Quinn and we deserve each other. I love you and you don’t ever have to worry about that changing.”

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 7 months

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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 Day 30/31 Pumpkin Spice/Fluff with your monster.

General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog festuring porn with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given.

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You slump down at your desk with a loud, dramatic sigh. Your head feels like a nail is being driven between your eyes and you know the large Pumpkin Spice late you just brought will only make it worse once the buzz dies down.

Needs must as the Devil drives.

You think ruefully to yourself as you pull up the most recent systems scan. You’re so preoccupied with the task at hand that you tip your to-go cup up, chasing the last drop of coffee as it slides laboriously down to your waiting tongue. You groan as you realise you’ve chugged a large coffee down in less than five minutes.

The last three weeks have seen multiple cyber attacks on Bleeding Ink and as much as it’s sweet that Max keeps telling you to take a break, he just doesn’t get it. Whoever was doing this was determined to get into the company’s records and if that happened, Max and his vampire clients, which there are a terrifying amount of, and by extension – you – would be fucked.

“Hey, you look like shit.”

Your head snaps up as you panic at the sound of Max’ voice from the doorway. His plush lips are set in a pout and if you didn’t know him better, you’d almost think he’s mocking you. But you do know Max, and for all of his frat boy energy, you know he’s capable of sincerity, he just doesn’t quite know how to show it.

“Yeah, and you look fucking irresistible as ever,” You roll your eyes as you notice he’s not in his usual three-piece get-up. He’s in a white dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, no tie and some of his more casual slacks, “What do you want?

Max rolls his eyes at you as he saunters over to the edge of your desk, pushing off the alarming number of to-go cups piled there before plopping himself down. You glare up at him, more in embarrassment of your slovenly housekeeping than anything else.

“What day is it Pumpkin?”

Pumpkin.

That fucking nickname, ever since this incident had consumed your every waking – and often sleeping – thought he’d decided that was what he was going to call you.

“Friday, no,” You pause, mortified as you actually don’t know, “Wednesday?”

“Wrong, and wrong. It’s Sunday morning.”

“Fuuuuuuck.” You groan as you lean back in your office chair, you exhale heavily through your nostrils as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“When was the last time I took a day off Max?” You ask, not really wanting to know the answer.

“Eleven days ago.”

You sit there for some time, your tired eyes welcoming the respite from the blue light of your computer screens. You feel his cool hand on yours, his thumb rubbing softly against the thin skin of your knuckles.

“Come home, this company – and the secrecy of the vampire world – isn’t worth you giving yourself an aneurism over.”

“Max, no, there’s a whole load more penetration tests I need to do before I’m done.”

You pull your hand away and sit back up in your chair, eyes already burning at the effort it takes to focus on the screens in front of you.

“I wasn’t asking.”

You look up to see a dark look in Max’ eyes that he only usually reserves for the bedroom. Twelve months ago, that look would have made your blood run cold, you would have been running for the hills in a heartbeat.

But not now, after almost a year since you fucked him at the Halloween party, only one thought flashes through your mind.

Oh, I’m about to get dicked down into next week.

~*~

Max is buried deep inside you, your ankles wrapped around his waist as he eases almost all the way out of you, taking his time so you feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as he moves. You’ve been fucking for hours.

The two of you are a masterpiece of juxtaposition.

You’re a mess of breathy pants, weeping fang marks, and slick thighs. Max is warm with your blood singing in his veins, but it’s like smooth alabaster that has been left to bask in the sun, soft but firm curves where you would have otherwise expected damp, sticky skin.

“Such a good fucking girl, letting me take care of her.”

Max coos into the crook of your neck as he maintains his languid strokes, he’s been feeding on you in short bursts for hours. You know how much this must be agony to him, being so close, but only taking less than a thimble of blood with every love-bite.

“Needed it Maxie, been running on coffee and pig-headed stubbornness for weeks.” You murmur against his cheek as you rub your face against his, savouring the tenderness and care so often missing from your sex life before him. The irony that it took a vampire to show you tenderness isn’t lost on you at all.

“You say that like you don’t usually function on spite and caffeine.”

He chuckles as he noses over your pulse point. You can feel him trembling as his lips ghost over your skin. It’s moments like these you know, deep in your very marrow, that he could never hurt you.

“Fuck you, asshole.” You giggle as you nip at his jaw.

“Can’t say I’m complaining, especially when I get to taste that sweet pumpkin sp-,”

Max pauses, his body going still as he cuts himself off.

“Max?”

“Shit.” He growls as he pulls back, looking at you with a sheepish grin. You’re astonished, of all the things you’ve seen Max be, bashful isn’t one of them.

“What was that about pumpkin spice?”

“Nothing.” Max growls as he buries his face into your neck, refusing to maintain eye contact as he hides from you.

“Does the big macho man Max Phillips like it when my blood is flooded with basic bitch flavoured coffee? Does that make him shy?”

“Stop it.” He grumbles as you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Oh it does,” You purr, “But big ol’ boss man Maxie can’t admit to something so effeminate.”

“Please stop.” He groans as he begins to grind into you with fervour. You whine as he hits your g-spot with the tip of his dick as he mouths hungrily at the curve of your throat.

“Admit it or I’ll be sure to tag you in every Insta post about my coffee, saying how I buy it just so you can have a taste.” You bargain and Max scowls as he leans back.

“You wouldn’t.” He growls as you smirk up at him.

“Just admit you like it Max, it’ll be our little secret.”

“You’re a mean lady,” He grunts as he bows his head in an exaggerated action, “But seriously, I’ve been dying to taste you all day. May I?”

“You don’t have to ask every time Max, I trust you, more than anyone, or anything in the world.”

“That’s a dangerous thing to say to a vampire, Pumpkin, but it warms my dead, shrivelled heart to hear you say it.”

Realisation hits you and you burst out laughing underneath him.

“That’s why you’ve been calling me Pumpkin these last few weeks?” You roll your eyes up at him as he smirks down devilishly at you.

“Guilty.” He coos before leaning in to nestle against your pulse point.

“Fucking nerd, pretending you’re this macho super stud, but you’re just as much of a dork as me.” You hum as his tongue flattens against your skin, savouring your sweat as he finds the perfect spot to bite.

“Do I need to gag you Pumpkin? Or are you going to be a good girl and drop it?”

“Only if you promise to order your own lattes from now on, no using me as a proxy for your very reasonable, and very manly fix.”

“Fine, but please, let me bite you, I’m wasting away here.”

“I already said yes, Maxie.” You purr as you lock your ankles together, yanking him forward, pulling him deeper inside you as his balls slap against your ass.

You hear a muffled fuck from Max as he sinks his fangs into your neck and you arch up into him as he fucks you at pace. But it’s the burn, the pull of your blood from your veins that gets you the hottest. It’s that sweet burst of adrenaline when your body realises what’s going on that hits hardest, just before the aphrodisiac laced secretions are pumped back into you. Then it’s bliss, mingling with a rush in your veins you’ve never known before Max.

You don’t know who’s more addicted, you or the vampire currently feasting on you as he fucks you into next week.

“Maxie, enough.” You whine as your orgasm builds deep in your core. Your vision begins to blur and you know he’s starting to take too much.

“Shit, shit, sorry, you ok?” Max whimpers as he rakes his cock through your slick walls.

“Fuckin’ amazing baby, love it when you fuck me like this, bites feel so good.”

“So sweet how blissed out you are, my little pumpkin spice latte.” He purrs and you’re about to cuss him out when he presses his thumb against your clit and it sends you over the edge.

“Assho-!” You groan as your release floods your system, a perfect cocktail of venom, adrenaline and dopamine crashing together as Max comes deep inside you. You pull him down to kiss you as he rocks his hips slowly, working you through your aftershocks. You taste your blood on his lips as he teases his tongue against yours.

“Fuck, it does taste like Pumkin Spice.” You tease and Max pulls back, a look of shock on his usually oh-so-composed face. You smirk up at him and he shakes his head in disbelief before capturing your lips in his, sealing you together.

Forever.

You think to yourself as you remain fused to one another wrapped around one another in pure bliss. You remember the promise he made to you all those months ago, and you replay it over and over as you slowly fall into the abyss of sleep and blood-loss, Max still buried deep inside you.

Together, forever.

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imaginefan · 3 months

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Be Better

Tyler Lockwood X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 820

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you write a story about reader asking Tyler out on a date but he is a jerk to her cause he can't help himself and tries to get reader to figure him? But she isn't sure if she can trust him? (You know cause in season 1 Tyler was a bit of a jerk), or however you'd like to do it. So this is way before when he isn't a werewolf. Thank you advance !

Why did you think that it would be any different? People had warned you about Tyler the first time that you met him but up until this point he had proved them all wrong, he was nice to you, always checked in with you and honestly you had fallen for him hard. You decided that you were going to ask him on a date and that went better than you thought. What had gone wrong was the date itself, you had run into a couple of his friends who commented that you weren’t his usual pick and he decided to play along with them instead of sticking up for you. You pushed through the rest of the date not that it was anything like you thought it would be and then you went home.

Now you were standing in front of your mirror getting ready for bed, you trying to decide what it was that you wanted to do, whether it was worth giving him another chance if he asked for one. At this point it didn’t matter to you so you instead got into bed placing your phone face down on your bedside table and going to sleep. The rest of the weekend was spent with you trying to forget what had happened on Friday night but it was all worthless when you went back to school, with no texts from Tyler you assumed that he was done with you and you’d just have to deal with it.

The first time that you saw him you were walking to you locker, he was standing with Matt, he did look at you and waved but you didn’t acknowledge him instead you grabbed everything that you needed before heading to your homeroom. Only 10 minutes later did you get a text message from him.

I messed up didn’t I?

Again you ignored him, you didn’t actually have any classes together except for the one before lunch, you packed everything up and got ready to leave but as you turned to the corner to head back to your locker, someone grabbed you pulling you into an empty classroom. “You're avoiding me.” Tyler said. “Not very well apparently.” You muttered as you stepped away from him which he allowed. “What happened? I thought that everything went well.” He frowned. “Yeah, if teasing me with all of your friends was the goal, it feels more like a joke than a date.” You decided on honesty if you were going to be angry at him then he would know why. “I didn’t mean that.” He said. “I know that.” You frowned. “Then what’s going on?” He asked. “Tyler I’m not going to date you if I have to hide from your friends to save you image, I’m not going to be teased everytime that they catch us together. It doesn’t matter how much I like you, I won’t suffer that… Would you?” You asked. “No.” He answered. “I didn’t think so.” You turned and left the room after that, he didn’t stop you, he had things to make up for after all.

“So what are you going to do about (Y/N)?” Matt asked. “What?” Tyler looked at him. “How are you going to fix it?” He asked. “None of your business.” Tyler answered. “Alright dude, I'm just saying that she’s probably the best person that you’ve been interested in so I'll be mad at you if you let her slip away.” Matt shrugged as he watched you talk to one of your friends before disappearing out of sight. “I messed up pretty bad.” Tyler admitted. “Yeah you can be a jerk sometimes.” Matt teased. “Thanks man.” He rolled his eyes. “Look, all I’m saying is maybe if you just admitted it and showed her that you are serious about being better, it might work.” Matt suggested. “Yeah whatever man.” Tyler waved him off.

After school you started your walk home when Tyler pulled up beside you “can I drop you home, I want to talk to you about something.” He said, you thought about it for a second and finally walked over to the passenger side opening the door and getting in. “What do you want to talk about?” You asked. “I’m going to prove to you that it’s going to be different, I know what I did wasn’t… I’m a jerk and I am going to make it up to you, I don't expect you to believe me now but give me a chance to prove it to you.” He pleaded. “How?” You asked. “Well first we’re going to redo the first date and then you can decide whether you want a second one.” He answered as he pulled up to your house. “When?” You asked. “Friday?” He suggested. “Friday.” You nodded. “Really?” He asked. “Don't mess this up.” You warned him before getting out of the car and going into your house.

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hellhound5925 · 8 months

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I’m back! And back with something I promise will be worth it! (I freaking love this gif and have been looking for an excuse to use it 😂)

One Shot - Sargent Hunter

“It’s better this way” (Part One)

So we can argue that 'The Love You Want' and 'Blood Sport' by Sleep Token inspired this. If you haven't, give them a listen and think about it from Hunter's POV. Also I'm going to throw a name in but feel free to read it as whoever you want. This will be a few parts and end happy I promise! Probably going to be some cute romantic smut so please stick around!

Warnings:

18+, heartbreak, smut, (I'm bad at warnings let me know if I missed anything) mentions of blood (unintentional self harm?). References to stars exploding. Female character/reader.

Summary:

Relationships during wartime are tough...you'd know that better than anyone. Being a Mandalorian, you has been asked to train clones on Kamino. It just felt like the right thing to do, and what confirmed that for you was the moment the handsome Sargent had his eyes on you. Eventually letting him get to know you, you felt deep and hard for the man, but the reality of the war was forever in the back of your mind....

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The last few days have been full of moping around and trying to avoid the love of my life...yeah thats right I said it...he's the love of my life...however the reality of the war knocking on my door telling me he's been killed in action is one of the toughest pills to swallow. Having decided it would be easier to let him go than to bare the heartache, I've been trying to find the right words to say to make him understand.

I'm so lost in my own head, sharpening my blades I almost missed it, "Hey" Hunter’s voice comes from over my shoulder. The tone is a somber one, making my heart shatter like glass into millions of tiny shards. For a moment I hesitate, wondering if I should pick up the pieces or move on - I knew this was going to be hard, I just didn't realize how hard...Two strong arms wrap around my torso, pulling me from my thoughts, and instinctively I push them away.

"We need to talk" I mutter as a tear slides down my cheek. Quickly, I wipe it away before turning to face him all while avoiding his eyes. He's not stupid...it doesn't take enhanced senses to know what's going on, but I'm sure it intensifies things... his hand moves towards my face and this time I allow the contact as he turns my face up towards his. I immediately get lost, those big beautiful brown eyes that let you know your the star at the very center of his universe. The sun that gives life to the surrounding planets.

His voice is as calm as darkness of space, deep and almost apologetic "Please talk to me Mesh'la. I know you're in pain." Sucking in a shaky breath, I attempt to steady myself. "I think it's best if we both go our separate ways" the sentence comes falling out of my mouth before my brain can even catch up.

I search his face for any indication of a reaction but get none. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, doesn't even blink for that matter. It's like someone pressed the pause button and all of the galaxy comes to a screeching halt. Meanwhile I tear his apart, the star at the center running out of nuclear fuel, causing a collapse at it's core, ending in a large galactic explosion.

Without another word or explanation, I decide it's best to give him some time to deal with the black hole now left behind. I storm off down the hall, walking much faster that I intended to, escaping the situation. Tears stream down my face and a few clones passing by exchange concerned looks. I'm suddenly filled by anger - I just gave up on him…on us, I don't need your pity - I think to myself.

The feeling of something warm in my hand catches my attention, stopping my in my tracks. Looking down I realize I still have one of my blades in my hand and I've been white knuckling it, the crimson liquid seeps between the cold durasteel and my skin. For a moment I watch as it drips to the floor, creating a small puddle that spatters with each drop. As I watch, string of curses in my native language of Mando'a grace my lips with their presence.

A familiar voice calls my name “Circe?” Without taking my eyes off the drips that have my undivided attention, “Elek? (Yes?)” I mutter - brain still working in Mando’a. The crimson drips are picking up their pace but I can’t help but watch in a trance. I can hear a set of plastoid boots hitting the permacrete growing closer. “You are injured, I would get that looked at if I were you.” Slowly I reach for the blade with my other hand and Tech moves like he’s going to stop me, “I would not—“ I cut him off, hissing as I pull the blade from the wound. The cut is deep and now that it’s hit the air, it stings. He sighs in annoyance “Come with me. You need to get cleaned up.”

In the med bay I don’t meet his gaze. He has no idea how I’ve hurt his vod (brother), not yet anyways. Once he’s finished, he stands in front of me as I stare at the white bandage now wrapped around my palm. “That should do it for now. You will need to have it changed tomorrow. Come find me then.” When he’s done talking, I expect him to move but he doesn’t. I finally raise my head and meet his eyes. The same big brown eyes he shares with so many others look back at me and one particular Clone Sargent comes to mind, I come completely undone.

Not a sound leaves my lips, but tears stream down my face. Tech looks around frantically as if something will appear of thin air and offer an explanation. I’ve always been able to confided in him, he’s my best friend but we never talked about how I felt…he never saw this coming. “I ended it” my voice cracks. The look on his face tells me he’s put two and two together, his eyebrows look as if they are trying to find a new home within his hair line and just when I think his eyes couldn’t get bigger they do. And just then, in his eyes another star burns up into nothing. I can’t blame him for how he might feel, I broke his vod’s (brothers) heart and no one saw it coming.

Composing himself from the shock, he clears his throat and straightens his goggles - as if they needed it. “I am sorry to hear that” is all he says. I can’t lose my best friend too…not now. “I can’t lose him” I blurt out, sounding way more desperate than I intended to. He gives me a confused look. “If he dies out there…” I can’t even finish the thought it hurts like a thousand blades cutting deep into my core. Tears stream more persistently down my face, clouding my vision.

“You do not want to lose him out there…so you push him away here?” Confusion dripping from his voice.

“I know it doesn’t make sense but Tech trust me…it’s better this way.”

“Better for who exactly?”

“For me.” He doesn’t respond and silence once again fills the room. I don’t know why I’m trying to explain this to him…he doesn’t and won’t understand. Pushing myself off the exam table, I stride past him towards the door. I hesitate for a moment, “This will hurt less in the end.” And with that I head down the hall to prepare to teach my next class.

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axel-skz · 1 year

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You’re not funny…

Part 1, Part 2

Can be read as a oneshot

A/N: ok so I’m keeping it nice and sweet rn lol ive been taking forever to write but I finally managed to push myself into doing it. Right, lets do the song roulette and see what we get… I got an ad 😭 ok wait, we got… TMT 🥳👯‍♀️🥳

Minho came over in the morning and he sighed when you opened the door.

‘If I could freeze time and spend 50 years worth of time with you, I would.’

You laughed, ‘life got you down, huh?’

‘Understatement of the entire century,’ he said while walking in.

When he put his stuff down, he yawned dramatically then walked over and gave you a hug.

‘Damn, someone needs to sleep,’ you tried to mask your worry with humour. It really was worrying how it became a normal thing for him to come over and go straight to sleep. ‘In need of a nap?’

He nodded into your shoulder, ‘I sleep best when I’m here… I don’t get why I can’t sleep as restfully at home. I’m also sorry I spend whatever time we have sleeping so much.’

‘Min, I’m here to care for you. If you need to sleep and this is where you sleep best, I’m nothing but happy to see you rest.’

He groaned, ‘don’t sayyy thattt!!! I’ll never want to leave. I’ll retire and hide here for the rest of my life like a hobo.’

You laughed, ‘I mean, atleast then no one cuts your hair. I would have to agree with stay, it looks too good long. Oh, stay would kill me too for harbouring you.’

‘I’ll protect you. So will my stans,’ he pulled away and winked.

‘Ok, now you need to stop because I might actually end up keeping you here,’ you gave him a kiss then lead him to your room. ‘Nap time!’

He laughed as he followed behind you. You guys got into comfortable clothes and bundled up in blankets. He was laying with his face in your neck and you had one of your hands in his hair, massaging his scalp. It was the epitome of comfort.

‘Min, you feeling any better?’

He sleepily replied, ‘shh, I’ll kill you if you wake me’

You gasped dramatically as you pulled your hand away from his hair, ‘you said you loved me!’

‘I can love you and want to kill you,’ he pulled your arm back to his hair.

‘Ever the romantic, aren’t you?’

He shushed you even louder and covered your mouth. You laughed but the quietened down to let him sleep. You kept running your fingers through his hair soothingly and slowly, you drifted off to sleep too.

You laughed half asleep when you heard him snore. You really wished you could be here with him forever, it would be so nice never having to worry about him leaving.

When you woke up, it was dark now, he was still asleep so you carefully got up. You left to go get some food from a shop a few minutes from your house. While you were waiting for the food, you got some texts.

‘My crazy cat lady ♥️,’ the name made you laugh everytime you saw it.

My crazy cat lady: why have you abandoned me? I feel so cold…so alone…so isolated…and you have no chocolate anywhere…

Y/N: I’m getting food, you drama queen. I already binged all the chocolate two days ago so its on you for thinking I’d have any 😘

My crazy cat lady: I feel less abandoned now, but bring it faster. You’ve been gone for like a million years.

Y/N: how long have you been awake?

My crazy cat lady: 5 minutes.

Y/N: 💀 you get on my nerves more then anyone else

My crazy cat lady: Crying. Thank you so much.

Y/N: I’m gonna take longer on purpose now.

My crazy cat lady: why must you play with my heart?!

Y/N: because I love you so much :)

My crazy cat lady: you’re lucky I love you too.

Y/N: <33 I’m still gonna take extra time

My crazy cat lady: the question is, why do I love you?

Y/N: my irresistible charm?

My crazy cat lady: no… thats me…

Y/N: I’ll eat the food myself here… don’t test me…

My crazy cat lady: oh yeah, you’re like the most beautiful, irresistible person I’ve ever met!

Y/N: ikr ;)

My crazy cat lady: my food :’) please

Y/N: yeah yeah, I’m on my way.

You got home and you guys spent the rest of the night watching movies and eating. You were very conscious of the fact you had 24 hours till he would be leaving. It was always in the back of your mind.

A/N: it feels rn like the universe hates me but here we are lmao. I hope this was nice, I needed the jokey fluffy moment. I’ll try to upload sooner this time. Hope you like this, remember to like, repost and leave feedback. If you have any requests, lemme know. I’m listening to chill rn so if you hate me… chill :)

DISCLAIMER: Pictures don’t belong to me, credit to the respective owners.

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skyloftian-nutcase · 1 year

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Warriors stretched and rubbed his eyes tiredly as he walked into the living room, and then he froze.

It was… awfully early for Wind to be up and studying.

Narrowing his eyes suspiciously, he asked, “Have you gone to bed yet?”

Wind jumped, startled, and immediately sucked his lips in like he’d tasted a lemon. Then he cleared his throat, his expression smoothing out, and he ran a hand through his already messy hair. “Nah, just woke up early to get a head start.”

Warriors crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. The kid was a decent liar, but Warriors was a better one. “No, you didn’t.”

Now the respiratory therapy student just rolled his eyes. “Fine, you’re right, I’ve been up all night. Do you have to point it out? Finals are coming up, I gotta study.”

“I’ve heard sleep is important too,” Warriors commented dryly.

“Can’t sleep anyway,” Wind muttered irritably. “If I lie still for too long I start thinking about exams again and it’s just—I don’t want to fail. I put so much into this. I don’t want to disappoint everyone.”

Warriors watched Wind crumple into himself a little at the last statement, and he bit his lip, feeling his heart hurt at the sight. Poor kid pushed himself way too hard sometimes.

Well. They all did, didn’t they? “Your grades don’t define your worth,” Warriors said. “Failing a test or a class is difficult, but it wouldn’t make you worth any less to any of us.”

“Yeah, but it does prevent me from passing.” Wind noted grumpily.

Warriors had to laugh at that. “Fair, and you should put efforts into your studies. But whether you pas or fail, it won’t change the fact that I love you, or Time and Sky love you, or your grandmother loves you, or your sister loves you, or any of the boys. Okay?”

“I know that,” the student huffed as if it were obvious, as if he weren’t now desperately holding his pencil with a white knuckled grip to stave off tears of exhaustion, frustration, and relief.

“Yeah, well, looks like you needed a reminder,” Warriors noted. “Now why don’t you go to bed? You can’t focus on no sleep.”

“I’ve barely studied—”

“And you’ll continue to barely study if you keep going like this. Wind, you can’t control everything, and stressing over it won’t change it. Know when to let go. It’s time for you to get some sleep.”

The teenager sat there stiffly, every muscle in his body gearing up for a rebuttal, and then he deflated with a sigh. Slowly, Wind dragged himself to his feet and trudged towards his bedroom.

“Hey, kiddo,” Warriors called, making the student pause. “We’ll get ice cream when you wake up.”

Wind immediately whirled, eyes bright with excitement, but was cut off by Warriors’ insistent waves towards his bedroom. With a laugh, the teenager ran to his room.

#writing #lu in healthcare #I noticed the finals season stress is ramping up so here you go #for all my lovelies in school ❤️#I’ve been there it sucks #but you’ll make it I promise #lu wind #lu warriors

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djdangerlove · 2 years

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Hangster Drabble # 1 // Peppering kisses all over

The tail end of summer clings to the breeze rolling off the ocean and billows under the worn thin material of Bradley’s loud print shirt. The plastic buttons tap a gentle, haphazard rhythm against the inside of Jake’s thigh from where the shirt hangs unbuttoned around his boyfriend’s body that’s snuggled within the V of his legs splayed in the sand. With his left foot well on the way to numb, Jake shifts their weight on their shared beach towel that does little to protect them from persistent grains of sand sticking to sun-kissed skin.

“You can go play, you know,” Rooster mumbles, stretching his way back from the edge of sleep he’s been toeing for the last ten minutes. He waits until the victory cries of dogfight football move further down the beach before hugging Bradley closer, yet gentle around the slowly fading bruises of their last mission.

“I’m good right here,” Jake assures even though he shifts under the onslaught of pins and needles snaking up his legs as the blood rushes back.

Bradley’s laugh is warm against his neck when he leans his head with a pointed, “You’re a terrible liar, Seresin.”

“Oh, you think so?”

“I have years worth of evidence to prove it.”

Jake noses at Bradley’s temple, snickering when he gets a pinch to his thigh in retaliation for the nip he gives the shell of his boyfriend’s ear. “Hmm, I think I need to hear some of this so called evidence.”

“Well,” Rooster begins as he scoops up a handful of sand and scatters it across Jake’s leg. “We could start with the fact that you can’t feel your ass because you’ve been sitting on the sidelines with me for the better part of an hour and how sitting covered in sand makes you miserable.”

For emphasis, Bradley dumps another handful of the stuff on Jake’s leg and pats it down flat against his skin.

“See now I think you’re just trying to get rid of me,” Hangman squints with suspicion, his own grin chasing the one spreading under Bradley’s mustache as more sand gets packed down on top of his knee. “But you’ve been failing at that for years, so I think you should give it up already.”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” Rooster tilts his head away, nose scrunched dramatically in feigned indecision. “I might need a little more persuasion.”

Jake kisses his shoulder. “How much more?”

“More.”

A kiss to his neck.

“Much more.”

Two kisses across the scar near his jawline.

“Are you even trying to be persuasive?”

A kiss to his ear, his cheek, his chin, his Adam’s apple, his collarbone. Bradley laughs underneath each one of them until Jake gently flips him onto the towel so that he can hover over his canvas.

“Let me guess,” Jake grins down at him. “You need more?”

Bradley reaches up with one hand, fingers pushing back saltwater dampened hair from Hangman’s forehead and says on the end of an easy breath, “Yeah, actually. For the rest of my life if you’re up to it.”

Jake kisses him deeply once, twice, decides not to keep count because, “Yeah, Roo. I’m up for it.”

|| Hangster Drabble Masterlist ||

#hangster #sereshaw #jake seresin #bradley bradshaw #hangman #rooster #tgm #top gun maverick #tgm fic #hangster fic #other ways to say ily drabbles

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arcplaysgames · 1 year

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Morgana finds these chucklefucks in the real world and

Oh. Oh honey. /looks at Ryuji with deep concern

Reverie The Fifth is already so much better than Reverie The Fourth.

Morgana has a solution to the Kamoshida Problem: If we go into his Palace and steal his Treasure (a metaphysical manifestation of his desires), all his distorted desires will simply vanish. They will be gone.

HOW-FUCKING-EVER.

Yeah I am not super hype to be killing people.

And to my surprise, the game is like "okay let's contend with this a bit" and explores the concept. Like, Morgana straight up doesn't know what will happen if we steal the Treasure, this is conjecture on their part too.

There is also an Interesting moment of gossip that mentions that the people who are having mental breakdowns and causing horrible accidents around the city are going brain dead after. Which makes me curious if stealing a Treasure and these incidents are linked. Who else would have Metaverse access?

On the way home from school, Reverie overhears Ann on the phone with Kamoshida, and he is pretty openly blackmailing her to sleep with him or he'll pull her best friend's position on the volleyball team.

Which, again: only volleyballers even get the school's support into the good universities, so if all of this abuse and shit was even "worth" anything, getting yanked from the team nulls out everything you have endured Kamoshida's suffering for.

Ann explains to Reverie that she hasn't actually slept with Kamoshida yet, but its a big Yet because he's definitely pushing for it. All of this is for Shiho, her best friend, and Kamoshida wants Ann to come see him tonight or there will be repercussions.

Fucking OOF.

And as if the game is looking specifically at me and is like "Oh so Arc you don't want to risk a human life and think killing an abuser removes the possibility of rehabilitation, you little bitch? You fucking pansy?"

Shiho decides she is done with this shit and throws herself off the roof.

She survives, but badly injured and in a coma.

So yeah we're gonna have to risk turning the dude into a vegetable, because we ain't doing this shit, naw.

Ryuji my man, I feel like Ann has the most motivation to put a fucking stiletto through Kamoshida's heart and deserves to be in on this-- okay so we toss Ann back into the Real World so she can't help

BUUUUT Notigor pushes the apk download onto her phone so she walks up again and immediately gets captured by the guards.

EXCELLENT JOB RYUJI, JUST STELLAR. I BLAME YOU FOR THIS.

Also wow she's the princess huh, that fucking sucks a Lot. Kamoshida subconsciously prioritizes her like that? It's interesting she's not the Queen, but the Princess, and thus is a lower rank than Kamoshida. Reflective of his internal justification of blackmailing her?

"Two boys and a mascot head into a dungeon alone only to have to save the first female party member" fucking check. (Though in P3P Girl Route, it was two girls saving one stupid boy, which I liked. I miss Junpei and Yukari every day.)

Also... /squints at Ann. The clover on her back and the way she tries to position herself into less-horrible circumstances only to get a punch in the face from circumstances. I think it would be interesting if she was Fortune, but I suspect she'll be something more 'standard' like Lovers or Empress. She better not being the Priestess, I'm telling you now. I'm gonna revoke Magician/Priestess from Atlus.

#cw suicide #p5 #persona liveblog

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Angel sighs heavily, taking the chance to plop himself right over Husk's lap. He doesn't care if he's working or just relaxing right now. & Angel looks far worse for wear, having been at the studio for the most part of the day until he was called elsewhere. "I need to rest." he mumbles, curling against him. ( :'3 )

| "I need to rest" for your muse to lay their head down in my muse's lap

The bar at the hotel didn't really follow the usual hours of a normal bar, and Husk? well he wasn't one that slept often late at night anyway. And it was at best the time he got to himself everyone turned in for the night. As he grabbed for a bottle of scotch and took up a spot on the couch. Finally feeling he had a moment to himself. Didn't seem like any late night visits were in store for the night at least. The princess would be drinking and crying, Vaggie wouldn't be drinking and complaining, Nifty seemed ready to sleep. Thank fuck for that one especially. And even the damn snake seemed good to turn in for the night with out exposing any more of his creep factor.

Cap of the glass bottle was pulled off and how wings spread out from behind his back so to rest his feathers as he pressed back against the nice comfortable plush like feeling of the couch cushion behind him. He let his ears lift and flicker a moment didn't hear anyone coming down the stairs before he finally allowed himself to just melt into the couch. When the front doors of the hotel opened and Husk opened his eyes to find Angel walking in.

"Damn it." He huffed under his breath, should have known better it was far to quite to not put together that Angel wasn't here yet. Always was the last to sleep and last to hit the bar most times. Bottle to his mouth Husk tried to go back to his small window of time to relax. Hoping he just not be seen but it was too late. Angel saw them and made his way over. Husk was ready to tell them to back off but words caught in his mouth once having a good look at them.

They looked awful.

As Angel made himself at home and laid out on the couch even turning the cat demon into their own personal pillow. "What do you think you're doing?" Husk was quick to complain as he stared down at Angel.

"I need to rest."

Was all the answer he was given Husk was ready to kick Angel off himself even as they curled up on his lap. Despite the playfulness outside to his actions Husk took a moment and could just see how worn out Angel was right now. Quirking his lips a moment as he rolled his eyes and downed more from his bottle of scotch. "Yeah fine what ever" Taking the defeat because even Husk didn't have it in him to push Angel away knowing all to well why they looked as they did now. But Husk did see some victory here, least they weren't hiding behind that bullshit act. Least around him. Maybe that's why his hand lowered down and gently stroked over the top of Angel's head. As he turned to look at anything that wasn't the demon on his lap right now. Even if it wasn't much? If he could offer Angel even a moment of comfort? Hell maybe it was worth the reaction he would get from them. "Ya got till I'm done with this bottle at least." Husk states "And I just opened it so ya got a good amount of time."

"Side ya look like shit right now." He smirks a bit as he adds in a playful tone towards them. "Wouldn't want anyone else seeing the Angel Dust like uh? so I don't mind hiding you for now." He offers with a shrug of his shoulders now.

#muse| husk #questionablemuses #[ your a loser baby just like me -questionablemuses]#i need rest meme #meme answer #meme reply #ic reply #stay queued #((soft to make up for the pain uwu))

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typinggently · 2 years

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Green-eyed monster

Fem!Dean/Sam Don't encourage others to do something if you can't handle watching them go through with it.

It doesn’t even make sense, really. Half the time, she’s on his ass for not flirting with every single waitress, librarian or barkeeper they encounter. When they’re out for beers, she watches him like a hawk and runs live (and loud) commentary on all the women she thinks he should be hitting on, oftentimes accompanied by not-so-gentle nudges in what she considers the right direction. But when he does end up spending the night somewhere else —

“You okay?” He turns off the light in the bathroom and steps into the dim light of the motel room. Dean doesn’t even look up from the magazine she’s flipping through, which tells him way more than her light “Sure thing, Sammy”. Inwardly, he sighs. That kindergarten teacher really wasn’t worth it. Too late now, though, so he walks over to his own bed and sits down with an exaggerated sigh and stretch. “Right. Long drive, huh?”

Dean nods and finally closes the magazine, which Sam recognises as the tattered Men’s Health she was leafing through as the reception desk earlier. Fake tans and oiled muscles, waxed chests. “It’ll be another day before we’re back at the bunker, so we better get as much sleep as we can now.” As she reaches for the lamp on her bedside table, she glances at him for a split-second. “You probably need to rest up anyways after last night.” Clicks the light off before he even has time to process that.

For a moment, he sits in the dark, wondering if there’s any point in apologising for something she quite literally urges him to do all the time. Then, his eyes get used to the darkness and he can make out her drawn up shoulders, the way she folded her legs up against her chest. It’s a clear sign that whatever he could say would be met with deafening silence, so he slips under his sheets and rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling.

He wakes when his mattress dips, but he knows who it is before his eyes open all the way. Sleepily, he rolls onto his side and shuffles back, lifting the edge of the blanket.

Dean’s feet are cold, but the rest of her is warm and soft, a familiar shape slotting into place against his chest. The alarm clock on the bedside table writes 3:30 into the darkness. He sighs and curls his arm around her, fingertips brushing her shoulder blades under the worn fabric of her sleep shirt.

For a moment, it seems that they’ll keep it at that, falling asleep together so Dean can forgive him tomorrow. Just as he’s about to doze off, though, she speaks up, her voice a hot whisper against his skin. “Sammy?”

He hums softly, his voice still – or already – thick with dreams. Nothing makes him fall asleep faster than her warm, warm body pressed up against him, with her feather-soft hair tickling his chin and their limbs aligned like puzzle pieces. But now he fights, sniffles a little. “Yeah?”

At the sound of his voice, she curls in slightly, sighing into his neck. Her strong-soft thigh slides against his, slips up to wrap around his hip. Instinctively, he reaches down. His fingers find the ticklish-soft inside of her thigh and suddenly, she’s Right There.

In his arms, curled against his chest with one leg hooked over his hips. She's so warm. Soft. The joggers he wears do very little to protect him against the body barely covered by a threadbare shirt and ratty boxers. His hand flexes on her thigh. “Dean?” Maybe his voice is rough with sleep, maybe it’s that.

She sighs again, her lips brushing his neck. Her tits are pushed up against his chest, her thigh twitches against his hip. “Am I still your favourite?”

Heat rushes through him, he can feel his cheeks flush. He swallows thickly. His hand slips up her thigh to rest on her hip, palm over bare skin mapping out the familiar lines and curves of her body. Her inhale presses her hard nipples into his chest. His hand finds the hem of her boxers, almost gets caught and lost there before finding her hip and giving it a soft squeeze. “Of course, De.”

Her hand appears, wraps around his wrist. His pulse throbs in his throat, his dick, and the sheets rustle gently as she pulls his hand under the crumbling-soft hem of her shirt. “Promise?”

#collection: am I still your favourite?#all that title ship etc layout is.. Hm. something to get used to. but I have to do it for the other ships since those fandoms are doing it #so I’m following their example and making them all match #fem!dean #clown boys #drabble #this really has such an golden era drabble feel. back in the ask prompts days although I never did them for those two.#like I could expand on this nicely and easily but it works on its own too. PLUS it's suggestive yet playful. etc.

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