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#like he’s a gentleman but he’d be a freak i just know it i know it
horrorartsworld · 2 months
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hell’s little maid
alastor/f!reader
warnings: 18+ nsfw content mwhahaha
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You had been recently hired as a maid at none other than…The Hazbin Hotel.
Not that Niffty’s neat-freak tendencies and murderous intent towards bugs wasn’t enough, they just needed the extra hands incase more sinners were willing to stay at this little ray of sunshine on the top of the hill.
Though Hazbin’s Facilities Manger seemed to have the upmost closest eye on you.
It wasn’t that he was suspicious of you, oh no, it was the maid uniform that Charlie had picked out for you. The poor girl must’ve gotten it down by the porn studios because it seemed to fit you in ways that had Alastor barely keeping his usual gentleman like composure.
The way you would bend over in it to pick something up. Tits practically spilling out the top and the skirt would ride up just enough that he would sneak a peak at the back of your thighs and if he was lucky he’d get a glimpse of the delicate fabric of your panties hugging your pretty pussy making him grip his mic tighter to the point his knuckles turned white.
Alastor felt like he could never get away from you in these moments of hot anguish even when he desperately needed to.
“Do you need a cleaning sir~?” Your soft voice startled him as he was deep in thought.
You stood there sweetly infront of him as if you weren’t a sinner at all. Doe eyes shining bright up at him with your feather duster in hand.
“N-no not today my dear….” His voice seemed more huskier than usual making you tilt your head at him curiously.
“Are you alright sir? You seem kind of….flustered”
He clears his throat as his undeniable heat was getting to him, practically hurting in his pants, especially with you being this close and sooo desperate to know what’s going on with him.
“Y-yes now if you’d excuse me…I have something to take care of” He tries to avoid your gaze and your body as he starts to slip away.
“Wait!” Your sudden outburst made you blush as you realized you grabbed his wrist without permission.
Alastor’s body went into overdrive at that moment pushing you up against the nearest wall with much need. Sending surprised gasp to fly out from your lips.
“A-alastor~”
“Shhhh darling…It’s alright I just need to make a few…well adjustments to this uniform of yours…”
One of his long claws coming out to slowly tease at the white ribbon holding your top together. He leaned in closer pressing his body against yours as he swiftly undid it letting your breasts fall out of it. Making a satisfied crackle come from the radio demon as he then looked up at your face to see your cheeks turning pink.
You would’ve never expected him to be like this let alone have this lustful gaze in his eyes for you.
He chuckled seeing how needy you were becoming as he then started to roll one of your nipples between his fingers making you whimper softly.
“Such a pretty girl frrmee~” He purred with a little pop of static in his voice.
Before you know it you’re a crying mess. Delicate hands holding onto his antlers for dear life as he fucks you mercilessly with his face buried in your chest. Feeling his sharp teeth nip at your skin every now in then when you got too loud.
He had looped his arms under your thighs picking you up off the ground as he made it his mission to have the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot at such a delicious angel it had you babbling hyms.
“O-ohhh…alastorrr!~” You squealed feeling your mixed juices drip onto the floor knowing damn well you’ll have to clean that up later.
His thrusts becoming relentless as your pussy clamps down on his cock already seeing how much he needed this. Needed you a mess with him so deep inside you, in that skirt, with it bouncing to the rhythm of your bodies colliding.
His nails started to dig into the plush skin of your thighs once you started to get close to the edge making a low growl admit from Alastor when one more deep thrust was all it took to have you cumming all over him with his name being the only thing rippling out of your throat as your body shutters profusely with your release.
Approaching his own climax you notice his antlers increasing in size as well as his eyes reddening with each thrust in to your now sensitive hole. Teeth snarling as he then bites down on your shoulder causing a little blood to admit from it, his tongue darting out to lap it up before any of it can trickle down.
He buries himself deep inside as he reaches his lengths end and lets you put your feet back on the ground, your legs feeling quite wobbly in which he takes notice giving you his arm to hold onto while you both put yourselves back together. Though your poor top couldn’t be salvaged with it having a large slash down the middle, not noticing Alastor had even done that making you pout, which made the demon chuckle at you then hand you his coat to cover up as he led you to his room to take care of you for the rest of the night.
“You know dear…I did tell Miss Charlie that was an inappropriate uniform…”
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aenuki · 2 months
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i like you!
group riize genre fluff cw none requested yes
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shotaro 쇼타로
⋆ he’s a long-term guy, if he likes you he’s picturing rings and a family home.. he’s not here to play games!
⋆ he really enjoys the process of getting to know somebody that he’s interested in, which is why he is very thrown off by his feelings for you — he already knows you?
⋆ it’ll start out as what he sees as just a one-off crush, he’s convinced it will probably wear off and he’s just confused!
⋆ it’s very easy for him to act like nothing has changed because he gaslights himself into thinking he doesn’t actually like you like that
⋆ but when it develops over time and he’s suddenly thinking about you all the time, wanting to know where you are, what you’re doing.. oh it’s bad for him
⋆ becomes the most awkward person in the room every time you’re around, he could ignore the tiny crush but when he starts feeling everything all at once he doesn’t know how to act
⋆ absolutely terrified of freaking you out by bringing this up to you so he just keeps it under wraps and hopes you don’t notice that anything’s off
⋆ on top of this he’d also be too shy to confess, so it would take something like you be interested in someone else to get him going
⋆ because as scared as he is to change your friendship.. you’re thinking about dating somebody that isn’t him? simply unacceptable in his book!
⋆ the minute you start telling him about anybody you’re talking to he’ll just blurt out his confession (which also involves a lot of apologizing — again, very nervous)
⋆ but he can’t just let someone else have you without at least trying because he doesn’t want to turn into that guy at the wedding silently watching someone else marry HIS person because he was too late!
⋆ almost doesn’t believe you when you tell him you like him too, you’ll definitely have to give him a lil kiss to convince him it’s real ><
eunseok 은석
⋆ another friends to lovers connoisseur
⋆ believes that the best relationships stem from being good friends first.. so the minute he lays eyes on you he gets to work
⋆ will ask any mutual friends for your socials and just texts you out of nowhere
⋆ straight up just “hey i asked xyz for ur insta bc i thought u were cool. wyd tmr” and you’re like HELLO?
⋆ uses his humour and charm to his advantage and you’ll quickly become inseparable, you’re literally never seen apart after you become besties
⋆ the middle school boy type of crush-haver..
⋆ always finding something to tease you about or will bother you until you’re almost mad at him, and then giggles and apologizes, telling you you’re just so cute when you’re annoyed..
⋆ despite this he is SUCHHHH a sweetheart, he’s always so gentle with you even though he does like to piss you off sometimes
⋆ he’s very observant as well, analyzing all your reactions to his flirty comments and his lil touches that he purposefully makes last a little too long to see if you feel the same way he does
⋆ when he picks up the vibe that you like him too, he figures the deal is sealed and he will probably confess asap, but he’ll want to take you out a few times first before making anything official
⋆ he’ll plan really well thought-out dates with all your favourite foods/activities/etc — it’s almost shocking how much of your habits and interests he’s picked up on, even things you hadn’t even noticed yourself
⋆ truly such a gentleman — he’s getting you flowers, opening all your doors, pulling out all your chairs, absolutely refusing to even let you bring your wallet anywhere you go
⋆ after a while of going out together, his big finale will be kissing you on your doorstep.. he thought it looked cute in the movies.. and would just have the dopiest grin on his face when you agree to be hisㅠㅠ
sungchan 성찬
⋆ lowkey a loser ngl.. but in the most endearing way
⋆ once he develops his lil crush on you, he is literally obsessed with you — if you’re happy he’s happy, if you’re mad he’s mad.. he is head over heels immediately
⋆ will go to the ends of the earth to get you to notice him
⋆ he Will have red cheeks and a goofy smile on his face the entire time you interact and then kick himself at home while he replays your conversation in his mind (“why tf would u say that to them..” que groaning into his pillow and kicking his feet)
⋆ but no matter the embarrassment, he finds every excuse to be around you all the time
⋆ you’re going to that party tonight? he was gonna go too! your class is the other way? oops, he was walking in the wrong direction the whole time, so is his! you don’t have a ride home? lucky for you it’s on his way!
⋆ he never planned when he would confess, it would most likely be on a random day of the week, when you’re both hanging out just watching a movie or playing video games, nothing too special
⋆ everything would be as normal, until you would do one thing that would just make his heart pound like never before
⋆ maybe you stared into his eyes a little too long, or smiled a little too brightly, all he knows is the “i like you” HAD to come out right there
⋆ when you tell him you feel the same way he is over the moon, literally kicking his feet and giggling in front of you.. paired with a lot of “really? like actually? you like me too?” YES KING YOU BETTA BELIEVE IT!
⋆ can’t help himself, he places a light kiss on your cheek and pulls you into his arms, smile never leaving his face :’)
wonbin 원빈
⋆ he would rather die than admit his feelings before he’s 100% positive that they’re reciprocated, and even then he would struggle
⋆ a master of the longing stare — he literally cannot keep his eyes off of you, he’s always searching for you first whenever he enters a room
⋆ whenever you tag along with the boys he’s always checking your reactions to any jokes and conversational topics (he’s making his mental list of things you like for when he builds up the courage to actually talk to you)
⋆ when you do become closer friends he’ll start to become bolder, sends you tiktoks (“us fr”), starts buying two of everything so he can “just happen to have an extra” if you need anything, comments inside jokes on your instagram posts, makes sure he sits next to you when you all hang out.. these are big moves for him guys ok
⋆ when the boys found out it was over.. no more peace for him
⋆ wdym he’s lending you his jewelry.. what is this expensive birthday gift you’ve been given.. oh it’s that exact thing you mentioned that you wanted so bad that you couldn’t afford? and how are you just stealing his snacks with no consequences? AND you get to hold his guitar?
⋆ trust he’s getting flamed every day in the gc
⋆ he’ll never make the first move because he’s too shy to say anything but he hopes he can drop enough hints that you’ll catch on
⋆ the only way anything ever comes of his crush is when sungchan rats him out bc he can’t stand the pining any longer you start clocking it yourself!
⋆ when you confess your feelings he will not know how to act.. get ready for #tomatobin
⋆ he would pull you into a soft hug with his blushy cheeks and a big grin on his face and whisper that he likes you too — probably won’t let go of you for the rest of the day because he can’t believe he gets to have you all to himself now!
seunghan 승한
⋆ look up whipped in the dictionary and it will say (adj.) hong seunghan
⋆ sorry but there is no crush phase for him. he’s probably in love with you on day 2
⋆ literally on cloud nine whenever you look at him, smile at him, laugh at his jokes.. he’s thinking about it for weeks afterwards
⋆ he wouldn’t be that shy surprisingly.. i think he’s quite confident and wouldn’t have any problems flirting and letting his feelings be known (without actually saying the words)
⋆ he’d be a little nervous asking for your contact info but after that he thinks he’s already won. in his head you are his. nothing can stop him now.
⋆ will always ask you to hang out alone and once you establish the plans he will say “it’s a date! :D” every time without fail so he can look out of the corner of his eye to see how you react
⋆ you always either seem to be too nonchalant or ignore it so he’ll start to doubt himself.. but then you’ll do small things like hold his hand and drag him around or brush his hair out of his eyes and his heart will start pounding and he wonders if you’re feeling it too
⋆ he ends up overthinking and confusing himself, to the point where he’ll start getting so in his head when you hang out that you’ll realize that something’s off.. but he’ll brush it off if you ask
⋆ if you keep pushing it won’t take long for everything to start coming out tho.. he’s gone from “nah i’m good!” to professing his love to you in mere seconds
⋆ and oh boy when he finds out you feel the same way.. unlike eunseok he is wasting literally NO time. he doesn’t care where you are — your couch? the mall? the corner store? a crusty party bathroom? you are getting the life kissed out of you right there.
⋆ will probably ask you out officially on the spot too.. he’s been waiting too long to have you, and he refuses to wait any longer!
sohee 소희
⋆ like taro, because his crush would likely stem from a close friendship it will take some time for him to come to terms with it.. he cannot tell the difference between platonic and romantic feelings
⋆ it would be so out of the blue for him — suddenly he’s like hm.. were you normally this funny? did you always look so good in that shirt? why is his heart pounding every time you make eye contact?
⋆ once he’s accepted his feelings for you it’s OVER for him tho.. the embodiment of he fell first and also harder
⋆ lowkey jealous af so he makes sure he tells the boys you are off limits! (as if they didn’t clock his tea already.. he’s so obvious)
⋆ shows you off and brags about you to all the boys before you even go on any dates.. he’s down so bad guys
⋆ anytime you post anything he’s shoving his phone in their faces or screenshotting it and losing his mind in the gc (“aren’t they just so gorgeous guysㅠㅠ” and they’ve learned to just leave him on read)
⋆ will skip the “i like you” and just ask you out on a date first instead because he would feel too shy about actually vocalizing it to you
⋆ you’re wondering how his plan consists of every cute store and café you reposted on tiktok — and with absolutely no shame he tells you he stalked all your socials for ideas
⋆ to end off the day you’d probably get a little treat such as ice cream or cheesecake and go sit on a bench somewhere.. and he’ll get some on his mouth and pucker his lips at you as a joke before moving to wipe it off
⋆ when you actually kiss him and give him a little smile his brain actually starts malfunctioning “oh! oh i didn’t— you didn’t— i was— it— kiss—“ and you’re like DAMN RELAX!
⋆ fortunately he will calm his heart down by the time he drops you home, and he gains the confidence to give you another lil smooch before he sends you off
⋆ let’s just say absolutely nobody was raining on his parade for the next month after that
anton 앤톤
⋆ the way he goes silent around you.. you’d almost be inclined to think he hates you if you weren’t already such good friends
⋆ is barely managing to get a word out around you without stuttering and blushing and he’d rather just stick to hums and nods than humiliate himself
⋆ but after getting more accustomed to his feelings he’ll get over most of the shyness and he’ll become less awkward and carry a little more confidence
⋆ he will put in effort on the down low to be around you more than usual, like memorizing your schedule so he can walk past you and wave and smile or just so happen to be at your regular café at your regular time so he can invite you to sit with him..
⋆ don’t sleep on him.. he might not be the boldest person in the world but he’s moving in silence..
⋆ he wouldn’t be too reserved in terms of flirting, but he’d be sooo embarrassed after saying anything in that realm.. he’ll hit you with a “you look gorgeous today” and then won’t make any eye contact with you for the next hour
⋆ you’d be the only thing on his mind all day, whoever he goes he thinks about how you would love it there, how you’d probably find that dog he saw on the street earlier so cute, how you’d laugh at the joke he just made even though nobody else did
⋆ the boys lowkey want to tell him to stfu because all he does is yap about you but it’s cute so they’ll let it slide for now..
⋆ will always find something to text you a picture of that reminds him of you, and LOVES when you do the same — he gets so happy and shows all the boys to flex that you thought about him enough to take a picture to send to him
⋆ would probably confess without even knowing it, like maybe you’re watching a romcom where a character is burying their feelings for their bestie and he’ll just go “lol that’s so us” and you’re like.. what are you trying to say..
⋆ can barely look at you because he thinks he just ruined your friendship with his mistake, until you say the words “i like you too” and he turns to you with the widest eyes
⋆ will lace your fingers together and smile down at your interlocked hands while you finish your movie :)
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author note first written post.. and everybody cheered!!! but on a realer note who else in the deep dark depths of eunseokism rn.. sunjeongz ur number one spot is in danger.. he is so fine guys it’s becoming an issue for me
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empresskylo · 9 months
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would you do headcanons if price was readers boyfriend?! 🫶🫶😮‍💨
↳ yuuhhh i gotchuu 🫶
⋆。°✩ CONTENT WARNINGS | afab!reader, she/her pronouns used, feminine pet names used, smutty content at the end
cod masterlist | main masterlist
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♡ such the gentleman. he asked you out on a proper date when he realized you both were feeling something for one another. even tho it’s really hard to do/find the time whilst working, he managed to do something cute for you.
♡ possessiveeeee! even before you were dating, when he knew he liked you, he’d act all possessive over you. all the other men knew to stay away from you or they’d get on price's bad side (they’re so dramatic). so even now, he likes to have his claim over you and makes sure everyone knows you’re his.
♡ that doesn't mean the men didn't tease him a lil bit--and by men, i mean gaz. he would team up with you a lot, or be a lil extra touchy with you in front of price, just to see him get pissed. but price couldn't really do much about it because you two weren't dating and you didn't even know he was into you like that. ♡ gaz looked at you, smirking, and you felt one of your eyebrows raise. he walked closer to you and decided to help you get situated for your upcoming mission. he was giving you a hand in securing your tactical gear, making the process go faster, when price approached. "I think she's got it." gaz looked up at him and gave him a knowing smile. "just trying to speed things up, cap." price's jaw tightened, having no choice but to keep moving unless he wanted to explain just why he was annoyed at gaz doing something so innocent as helping you.
♡ speaking of being possessive, he is also very proud to be with you. he doesn’t find the need to keep your relationship a secret even if he knows people will judge you both for it (you’re so much younger, he’s your superior, etc). he wants everyone to know.
♡ and he’s not afraid of some pda. he’ll give you little kisses randomly that catch you off guard (especially if you’re a soldier under his rank). there have been times when the others teased you about it. obviously, price didn’t care, but you always got flustered. “i’ll be back at the barrics,” price directed to you and soap who both gave him a curt nod. price leaned down towards you and before you could question him, he placed a kiss on your lips. he smirked when he pulled away, your eyes wide, your face warming. price turned to leave and soap burst into a fit of giggles. “ugh, how old are you?” you asked soap irritated, but your cheeks were inflamed and your heart was racing with something similar to embarrassment. ♡ he’s possessive, but not in an over-the-top way. like he’s not gonna freak out if he sees you talking to another guy, or if you’re wearing something skimpy. my guy is secure in himself (maybe even a little too much sometimes) and he knows no one is quite as good as him. he doesn’t worry about you leaving him.
♡ uses all the pet names for you. you were honestly impressed he managed to find so many to call you. love, doll, baby, sweet girl, baby girl, princess, lass, honey, babe, little one, brat, pet, kitten (you may have threw a shoe at him when he called you that), queen, lovely, sweetness, sweetheart, sunshine. the list goes on.
♡ he also began to call you such random shit that makes you laugh. munchkin, cutest lil lady, little foot, shorty, pipsqueak. (basically anything silly that gave off dad energy)
♡ keeps polaroids of you in his wallet <3
♡ had your name engraved in his favorite knife. also has your name engraved on a simple silver bracelet that he always wears.
♡ speaking of jewelry, he got you a locket with a picture of the two of you in it. you gave it to him to wear once when he was gonna be away from you for quite a while. he never took it off.
♡ he likes to get you flowers all the fucking time. roses, peonies, tulips, the whole lot. you’ve run out of places to put them.
♡ has been known to squat when he sees you getting tired and refusing to move until you get on his back so he can carry you.
♡ whenever he wraps his arms around you--usually when he’s spacing out--he pulls you into his chest and rests his chin on your head. his fingers will fiddle with the hem of your shirt and give you goosebumps at the tiny tickles on your skin.
♡ really likes to cuddle. he’s always reaching for you when you sit or lie down together. he wants to pull you into him. he likes to be the big spoon. you always wake up tangled in each others arms.
♡ he always lets you wear his clothes. he actually prefers it when you do. you sleep in his t-shirt. you’ll wear his hoodies. if it’s cold out he’ll take his coat off and wrap you in it. or sometimes he’ll let you wrap your arms around him and then he’ll wrap his coat around the both of you.
♡ he always falls asleep first. he'll have you pulled into his chest as you both watch tv and honestly, like 10 minutes will go by and you'll say something and he wont respond. when you tilt your head up you notice he's already out cold.
♡ and even tho he's asleep, like a superpower he can sense when you move away from him. so if you try to get up, his grip on you tightens and he'll pull you into him, rolling over with you trapped in his arms.
♡ he is always up first too. and he will often times bring you breakfast or coffee in bed. if he has to leave before you, you'll wake to find a hot coffee or tea sitting on your nightstand waiting for you.
♡ he is obsessed with your hair. he's always stroking it, or tucking it behind your ear. he likes to run his fingers through it when you're cuddling or when you're hugging him tightly. he loves when you let him wash it too.
♡ you asked him to brush it for you once while you were getting ready one day and he was just standing there watching you. he did so and was very gentle and took his time. ever since then, he loves when you let him brush your hair. it's such a random but intimate act for him.
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♡ pleasure dom! he is super dominant in bed but is also really in tune with your body and making sure you're always enjoying yourself. he gets off by getting you off.
♡ he’s really good at making you come. like, you'd think he made it his life's mission to make you feel good. and seeing you in pleasure is what always gets him going. he cant finish unless he watches you finish first.
♡ he’s so good at what he does that he’s been known to get you off over your clothes. it takes him no time at all to make you come if he wants. usually he likes to drag it out tho. and he likes to overstimulate you.
♡ nights will oftentimes consist of you fully naked while he fingers you, having already orgasmed once, and him still fully clothed. something about that power dynamic drives him crazy.
♡ he softly degrades you. “look how fuckin’ desperate you are for me, love” “this what you’ve been thinkin’ bout all day? my fingers thrusting inside you, hm? nothing else going on in that pretty little head of yours.” “oh, com’on princess, you know you have to come at least twice before i’ll give you my cock. so are you gonna be a good girl and come on my tongue one more time? yeah, i know you can handle it.”
♡ likes to hold your hand during sex. he’s eating you out? his hand is laced with one of yours. you’re sucking his dick? he grabs your hand and traces patterns aimlessly, trying not to come too fast. he’s fucking you missionary? either one or both of his hands are locked with yours. he’s fucking you from behind? he’s pulled you up against his chest, covering your hand resting against your stomach with his own.
♡ he likes when you give him blow jobs. and he enjoys praising you during it, watching as you clench your thighs from his panting words.
♡ you’ll have his cock in your mouth and he’s muttering how good you feel. he hunches over, his arms lazily resting over your shoulders, his forehead resting against the top of yours. he’ll groan and grunt, “fuck, baby, that feels so good.” “god, don’t stop, love.” “look what you do to me.” “i’m gonna fuck you so hard after this, baby.”
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urhoneycombwitch · 1 month
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golden boy
🍯 honey flavour: Steve’s always been sweet with you. You’re determined to make a deviant of him yet.
🐝 the bees: Steve Harrington x Reader
wc: 2.2k
cw: soft!dom Steve origins, blowjob, throatpie, hair pulling (no physical desc of R besides hair being long enough to grab), R has breasts and a V
foreword: basically Han of @stevenose and anons talked about corrupting Steve Harrington into being more dominant and I haven’t stopped thinking about it. this one goes out to the freak nasties!!!
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Steve is your golden boy.
Through years of friendship that spilled over into romance that settled into a happy partnership, Steve has been nothing but kind, patient, loyal, and sweet to you. His warm aura is a comfort nothing else in this world can compare. 
In bed, he’s near-saintly: checking in every few minutes to make sure you’re okay, making you come at least twice like the gentleman he is before even thinking about his own release, petting and soothing and kissing at your skin until you’re melting for him.
Steve’s the closest thing to an angel on earth, probably- which is why your recent secret fantasies have felt a little unsettling. Lately you’ve been dreaming about what it would be like to have your golden boy fill out your throat with his thick cock, hands on either side of your head to keep you in place. Or what it would be like to ride him long after he’s come, dripping sweat and gritting teeth until he fills you up again.
You haven’t yet had the courage to bring up these latest fantasies, not with the boy who treats you so softly, who murmurs apologies any time his hands tighten on your hips. It’s not as though your longing for a bit of Steve’s roughness is entirely unfounded- it probably started around the time that you witnessed him kill a Demobat with his bare hands, broad chest heaving with exertion, a dark look in his eyes that made the heartbeat between your legs pound.
Maybe it was a little crazy to be turned on in an alternate dimension, but Steve brought out the wanton parts of you that had previously been buried under people-pleasing tendencies- even if he didn’t know it. 
You were pretty sure that with a little coaxing, you could bring out the animal that simmered under his golden surface.
You’re gonna have to start slow, though. Ease him into it. If Steve knew half the dirty things you were thinking he’d probably implode on the spot.
A soft beam of evening sun lights the front room of the Harrington house; Steve’s glasses rest on the bridge of his nose as he frowns down at the book in his lap, lips moving silently as he reads. You watch from the edge of the room, hip propped against the doorway, mindlessly drying your hands wet from dinner dishes on a teatowel until Steve speaks.
“Y’know, I promised Eddie I’d finish this stupid book before Friday but if my pretty girlfriend was gonna distract me I’m not sure how that’d be my fault.” His eyes haven’t left the page, feigning casual, but his smirk grows as you move towards the couch.
“Oh, so you’re gonna blame it on me?” you tease, tossing the towel aside and shaking your head with a tsk. “That’s not very considerate. Seeing as how much of a stickler Eddie is for his deadlines.”
“Nah, I wouldn’t let him be grouchy with you,” Steve says, shutting his book and tilting his knees out a bit so you can stand between them. “You’re too pretty.”
“You’re one to talk,” you counter, fondly, reaching up for his glasses as his hands come up to settle on your hips. You fold his glasses and set them neatly on top of his book, and Steve squeezes at your sides gently. 
“My hero, come to distract me. Wanna watch a movie or somethin’? I brought a few home from work, there’s a stack somewhere around here. We could…”
He trails off when you sink to the floor, kneeling in front of him, caged in by his jean-clad legs. His hands rest on your shoulders, a little unsure as he chuckles- “Shit, honey, I didn’t mean- we can just, uh, watch a movie, i-if you want…”
“We could do that,” you agree, with a neutral shrug, gliding your palms up his thighs. “Or you could let me suck you off.”
Steve gulps audibly, and you bite back a smile at the heat that’s already rising pink in his cheeks. His plush lips are parted in a little o, blinking down at you through long, dark lashes as your hands pluck at the button of his jeans. 
You can count on one hand the number of times your mouth has pulled an orgasm from Steve’s cock- he’s always too eager to flip the tables, go down on you until you’re the one crying with pleasure. It’s a damn shame, because he has a mouth-wateringly beautiful dick that’s currently filling out with each pass of your hand over the fabric of his crotch. 
“I’m pretty good at them, you know,” you tell him, conversationally, tugging the waistband of his jeans down.
“At what?” Steve asks, lifting his hips a bit to help you slide his pants to mid-thigh. He watches, mesmerized, as you stroke him through his white cotton briefs, his hips making short little movements into your touch.
“Blowjobs,” you reply, then lean down to suck the head of his fully hard cock into your mouth. There’s a layer of fabric in the way but based on the noise that Steve makes, he doesn’t mind the friction.
“Oh, fuck.” His hands tighten on your shoulders as you suck, then lathe against the line of his bulge up and down with your tongue. “Oh, fuck.”
When you mouth around his balls, Steve chokes out another swear, hands flying to the couch cushion beside his legs to avoid sinking his nails into your soft skin (although you wish he would).
You lift your head from his lap for just the time it takes to shove his underwear down, and then your mouth is back on your prize, that lovely, leaking tip disappearing behind your lips again as Steve groans in response. 
“Shit, sweetheart. Fuck. Feels so good…”
His raspy voice spurs you on to take more of him in, sinking your face closer to the mess of coarse, wiry hair that sits below his soft stomach as your throat invites him in. Steve makes a sharp, choking sound, like he’s looking for air but can’t find any. 
You glide back up his length, take him down again, repeating the motion again and again until his thighs are shaking around you, until he says your name in warning, knuckles white on the cushion.
“Not gonna last, honey, please, come up here, wanna taste you…”
Steve’s hands soothe against your upper arms, intending to pull you into his lap, following the same pattern you’re all-too familiar with by now. But this time, you stand (or rather, kneel) your ground, pulling off him with a wet pop and looking up into those chocolate-brown eyes hazy with lust.
“You gonna give me what I want?” Your voice is already a bit raw from having him down your throat; Steve nods rapidly and begins to try and help you up but then stops, confused, when you keep your weight on the ground. “I want you to come in my mouth. Think you can do that, pretty boy?”
Steve’s chest is heaving underneath his striped shirt as he stares down at you, enraptured- you think he’d give you just about anything right now. When he nods again, albeit hesitantly this time, you give him a smile before letting a line of spit fall from your mouth to his cock, the wetness getting worked in with your agile fist sliding up and down his length.
Steve moans, hands flexing around the meat of your upper arms when you take him into your mouth again. You set a steady pace, listening for the hitch in his breathing. There’s a small thunk, and when you flick your gaze up, Steve’s head is tilted against the back of the couch, jaw half-open, eyes squeezed shut under his furrowed brow.
When you slide a hand to roll his balls between your thumb and forefinger, you can feel the effect it has on him, thick cock kicking against the wet pad of your tongue, stomach muscles tensing as he babbles out, “Fucking christ, oh, jesus, baby, yeah, like that, so good, fuck me…” 
You alternate a rolling pressure on each of his balls, relaxing your throat and breathing through your nose carefully to take him in further. You’ve never had him like this before, completely gone under your touch, each sound he makes going straight to the wet mess gathering in your underwear.
Steve’s been diligent about keeping his hips planted firmly on the couch, but when your throat suddenly constricts around his length he hisses sharply, body rocking forward despite himself to chase that tightness.
He’s immediately apologetic, pulling you off with big, gentle hands on either side of your neck, thumbs stroking at your cheeks. You allow him a moment of placation, pressing a kiss to his twitching tip- and then you guide his hands to the nape of your neck.
Steve’s fingers automatically twine into your hair as he looks down at you, equal parts nervous and turned on. Your cheek drags against his jeans as you let him guide your mouth back to his lap.
You swirl your tongue over his leaking slit, and his hands tighten around your head- “Don’t hold back, ‘kay?”- and then you swallow him down again.
This time, Steve keeps his hands where they are, cradling the back of your skull as the head of his dick slips past your soft palate; when your throat squeezes around him again, Steve lets out a warbly moan, obeying your instructions and letting his hips jerk forward.
“Jesus, honey. Oh god. Yeah, like that- f-fucking christ, sweetheart. Throat feels s’good, so fucking good…” 
The wet squelch of his cock bullying the back of your throat fills the room; locked in place by his knees and hands you wriggle happily, the vibrations of your muffled encouragement sending his hips spasming forward again. 
“Fuck, baby, oh fuck, gonna make me come, y’feel so good, angel… so good for me- you want it down your throat? Want me to fill you up?”
Steve sounds wrecked, voice strung thin as his grip gets tight enough on the root of your hair to dull pain, sending a shockwave of arousal to your aching clit. You relax your jaw the slightest bit more, fitting him snugly past your molars with another obscene squelch, spurring him on as your hands find purchase in the waistband of his jeans.
Steve gets the memo. He comes with a gorgeous whine, spilling warm into you while his hips stutter towards your face, rambling sex-drunk nonsense while he fucks your throat. 
“Oh, fuck, fuck, baby, yeah, that’s it, m’coming, ah- so good, honey, feels so good, please don’t stop, please please please…”
His cum slides easily down your throat as you wring out the last of his orgasm, swallowing it down until he’s whimpering from the overstimulation. Steve’s hands loosen just enough for you to ease him from your mouth, both of you panting in tandem as your head lolls to rest against his thigh.
“Not that I’m complaining,” he starts, fucked-out, soothing fingers in your hair where his grip was brutal just moments ago, “but where the fuck did that come from?”
With a grin, you lift yourself into Steve’s lap, giving him a mock-pout when he hisses at the feeling of your jeans against his sensitive dick- “You really wanna know?”
Steve’s hands trail up, up again, soft over your arms, cinnamon eyes glassy, looking at you like you hang the moon and stars and everything in between. “Yeah. I do.”
Feeling suddenly shy, you drop your own gaze to Steve’s collar, smoothing the fabric that got rucked about during all that head-tossing back into place. “Um. When we were in… the Upside Down? And you killed that bat. With your bare hands. You looked so… hot.”
The memory surfaces and your shiver in Steve’s arms, spearing your bottom lip between your teeth before you continue. “And it just got me thinkin’. About how strong you are. And how sometimes I want you to- to…”
Steve finishes for you, threading a hand through the hair at the back of your neck again to tug, questioning. “To do this?”
“Mhm.” Your eyes flutter shut as he keeps that pressure, tracking his other hand across your chest and giving a light squeeze to your clothed breast. “Ah- yeah. Think about you holding me down. Taking what you want. Makin' me yours.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, then uses the leverage he’s got to expose your neck, fitting his mouth over that sweet spot he knows you love, adding a flash of teeth that makes you squirm. “I can do that, pretty girl. Just gotta show me how.”
You blink up at the ceiling as Steve works his way across your throat, held steady in his grasp, feeling his cock begin to thicken between your clothed thighs. Your warm cunt throbs, feeling left out.
“Ever heard of the stoplight system, Stevie?”
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will write a part II if ya’ll have any interest! <3
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yourheart-inmyhands · 6 months
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invades ur inbox again............ ur post abt the baby not being the yans inspired me, what if reader was pregnant but it was their baby ? :3
listen, i don't want kids, but there are some fictional men out there that give me baby fever like never before </3
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Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, delusional behaviors, obsessive behaviors, mentions of reader being pregnant and giving birth, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!
Yandere!Pantalone would be thrilled but also a bit hesitant to have a kid. His position as a Harbinger makes him a high value target and thus you by association. He does his best, buying out all the best doctors he can find across Teyvat to watch over your pregnancy and ensure there are no complications. Anything you need or crave or ask for, he’ll have for you.
Pantalone sighed in relief as he entered the room, you had been quite restless these past few days, feet swelling to the point you couldn’t walk, but you had finally settled enough to lay down for a nap. The stress of pregnancy was tough on anyone and he did his best to help soothe the pains, help fulfill every craving, and reassure every worry. Everything he could do to help make things a little easier on you he wasted no time in completing. When it came for check ups and any other medical care, he made sure the best of the best were always readily available for you. He wanted to ensure nothing happened to you or your child, as not only was that the heir to his fortune, but a part of him growing in you. This child would tie you to him forever.
Yandere!Diluc while keeping calm on the outside would be absolutely freaking out on the inside. He doesn’t know how to be a father, he couldn’t even be a good brother! He’ll spend his free time reading up on first time parenting books, paying closer attention to the mothers who pass by with their kids as he tries to pick up on some subtle parenting tricks.
Diluc sighed as he absentmindedly wiped at the same glass he had been cleaning for the past twenty minutes. Just outside the tavern, right in view were a mother and her child. The child was throwing and fit in the middle of the walkway and the mother was trying to calm him. The noise wasn’t a problem, the walls of the tavern were pretty thick, it was just the thought that Diluc would be in that position one day soon. His own child pitching a fit over some small, ridiculous thing while he flounders about, desperately trying to find any solution to the incessant crying. Thinking back to his beloved, who was currently at home under strict bed rest orders, and he longed to see them. To lay beside them in bed, retelling all the bizarre things he’d seen out the window of the tavern today, discussing what kinds of parents they wanted to be and how they would handle it.
Yandere!Zhongli is thrilled, inside and out, to be a father. While he’s lived for many years and has been a role model to many, he’s never had a proper child of his own. He of course maintains a calm and level head, but you’ll see him visiting the shops in town more often, chatting with the older women about his soon-to-be child and asking advice.
Zhongli smiled at the older woman as he picked a few flower arrangements for you, being stuck inside the house all day could be so drab, he hoped to brighten your day up even if just a little. It was no secret around town anymore that the handsome gentleman was a father-in-waiting, and with everything he talked about with the lovely women who helped their husbands run stalls for many years, it was clear he had a good grasp on what to do. Zhongli was more than just an esteemed gentleman with stunning looks, he was an intelligent and strong partner, the perfect type to raise a child with. His darling boss Hu Tao even offered to give him reduced shifts for a few months when it got close to birth and after so that he could be there to help with the first few months.
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scoutswritingcorner · 10 days
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Can we have Reader ovulating so she's VERY horny x Alastor? (I'm ovulating rn and ovulation hornyness is no joke)
The Best Medicine
Alastor x GN!Reader
TW:NSFW- MINORS GO- 18+ ONLY!!
A/N: As a transman- I totally understand Anon. I hope you feel better. ALSO SORRY I WAS STRUGGLING SO HARD TO WRITE A FIC- But I was only able to do headcanons- ALSO THIS AFAB GN!READER
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-🦌 First off all let me say this, his mama raised him right. A gentleman and will love you no matter what. But he’s still a little confused about everything so if you don’t mind explaining it to him he’d be grateful. Don’t be embarrassed about anything he’s a serial killer and cannibal, he’s not embarrassed about a little blood.
-🦌 Now- He’ll help you in anyway you want. But he’ll stop you if it makes him uncomfortable so when you do ask for him to fuck you, he’ll most likely use his fingers more often than not. Don’t worry, he’ll be extra careful with his claws.
-🦌 If he doesn’t, don’t worry he’ll let his shadow take his place and man..it can do wonders. He’s still watching so it’s up to you if you feel down for that.
-🦌 But for this request let’s say he is willing to go all the way to help you out, he’s dicking you down until your nothing but a whimpering mess under him. Doesn’t matter which way you wanna bend, he’s not letting you up until you're a blubbering and whimpering tearful mess under him.
-🦌 His still fully clothed and if you do end up getting his clothes a little bloody (it happens, nothing to be ashamed of) don’t freak out he knows the easiest way to get blood out.
-🦌 Oh will definitely use his tongue as well, the taste of blood and the fact he’s pleasuring you? Making you happy and feeling better? This makes him happier than you, he just wants you to be happy.
-🦌 Afterwards? He’s running you a hot bath and running off to change the bedsheets, get you some warm clothes and some jambalaya. You need to eat and hydrate after such a long session.
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aemnd · 5 months
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❛ ♡. header credit. ⎯⎯ 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲. ❜
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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭᛬ michael gavey as your boyfriend.
author’s note᛬ hii ! ♡ first time posting a concept on here--- & first time writing for my boyfriend, michael gavey. [also… i know we haven’t seen michael smoking cigarettes in the film; but it’s my canon that he does!] i hope y’all like it…& please, reblog & give me ur feedback. thank u! 🍒
warnings᛬ mdni! mentions of smut, profanity, she/her pronouns, afab reader, pussy whipped!michael, mentions of oral sex (m + f), demeaning names, [slight] mentions of bullying, pet names, romance, fluff. any grammatical errors are my own--- in advance, i sincerely apologize.
word count᛬ 591.
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𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃.
꒰ ⋆ ♡⃘ michael gavey would be the most perfect, adoring and loving boyfriend--- though he could also be quite cruel sometimes; a bit of an asshole, too… all due to him being a cocky, little smartass. michael gavey is head over heels in love with you. like, obsessive--- ‘will do anything you ask of him’ in love with you. michael gavey can be a complete and utter menace; one moment, he is a total dick to you because you’re not understanding what he has been trying to explain to you [for almost two hours now], from a class you both share--- and the next, he’s apologizing with a bouquet of a dozen red roses and his mouth on your cunt for hours. afterwards, romantic words from your favorite poets would spill from his soft, naturally curved mouth, while he’d casually hand feed you cherries, occasionally lighting up cigarettes for himself. michael gavey is so ridiculously smart, he finds it quite unbelievable how utterly dense you can be whenever he compliments and flirts with you, though you'd think he's just joking around, or being a tease--- honestly, he thinks it’s kind of cute how oblivious you can be to his affections.
michael gavey might not look like it, but he’s the type of man to fuck you nasty style; can be quite possessive over you, too. most days, when your boyfriend michael gavey is studying for an upcoming exam, a lit cigarette hanging loosely from his plush lips, while his nimble fingers continued skimming through page after page of his massive textbooks, studying nonstop. sneakily, you’d go into his dormitory and drop down to your knees, before taking him into your mouth and eagerly sucking him off, causing a shout from him when he eventually comes down your raw, sore throat--- “my poor, little baby girl… such a naughty fucking thing,” he’d coo mockingly, clenching both of your blushy cheeks together with his long fingers, before he’d claim your mouth in a dirty, deeply passionate kiss.
michael gavey adores seeing you wearing his clothes, especially his oversized sweaters, because that way he can ruthlessly rut into your weeping cunt while fucking you from behind; with you only wearing his sweater. michael gavey loves the taste of your strawberry flavored lipgloss [nearly as much as he loves the taste of your sweet little pussy]--- he loves kissing your plump, juicy, glossy lips whenever he can; and fuck, having your glossy lips wrapped around his cock? let’s just say, it’s embarrassing how quickly he shoots his load down your willing, suffocating throat.
michael gavey loves the way that you smell--- like red roses, strawberry lipgloss, vanilla perfume, sweet scented candles [courtesy of you lighting them all around his dormitory], and your skin… fuckin’ hell; soft as satin and sweet as honey, always smelling of the lavender body lotion he bought for you one random day that the two of you were out shopping [yes, he was holding all of your bags like a perfect gentleman]. michael gavey might be called on the daily a loser or even a freak, but he knows that regardless of the name calling; you’ll always stand by his side, defending him with your foul [glossy] mouth. michael gavey thinks of you as his soft, delicate little angel with a heart made of glass that he must protect at all costs. michael gavey would do absolutely anything you ask of him, he is just so fucking whipped for you; you’re his first love, and hopefully, you’ll be his last.
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seeingivy · 4 months
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all too well
actor!eren x f!reader
**part of my method acting series
an: ladies and gentleman, we are so back. the french is google translated, to the french speakers, I apologize (@cutiejg I am looking at you)
content: BIG OUCHIES
songs mentioned: little freak by harry styles, not mentioned explicitly but all too well by taylor swift (the name of the chapter)!
previous part linked here
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You knock hard on the door, knuckles pounding wearily on the wood, as you push into the room to find Hange and Levi, hunched over their desk. They’re pouring over the storyboards with the script up at their side, talking in hushed tones. 
Levi, as always, looks up first and sets his pencil down as he beckons for you to come in. You awkwardly amble up to their desk, as Hange pulls up a chair in between the two of them, and you settle into the space. You can smell both of their distinctive smells in the air - Levi’s freshly brewed tea and the smell of Hange’s inky ballpoint pens. 
“Hey kid. What can we do you for?” Hange asks, resting a hand in your hair to ruffle your locks. It’s well past three in the morning, the frigid December air raising the goosebumps on your arm with Eren’s hoodie doing little to help your chills. 
You’re not sure why, but that soft, soothing tone that Hange always sports when they talk to you has the tears violently rushing to your eyes, the warm wetness spreading across your cheeks. Both of their demeanours suddenly change - Levi’s suddenly increasingly attentive, a hand on your shoulder, while Hange coos into your ears - that aching pain in your chest pulsating. 
“Oh, honey, what’s wrong?” Hange asks, eyebrows knit in concern. 
You try to subside your hiccuped breaths, wiping the wetness on your cheek onto the back of your hand, as you open your swollen eyes, your line of vision obscured. 
“I-It’s kind of complic-cated.” you respond, frowning at the two of them. 
“Did Eren do something?” Levi asks, voice stern. 
Hange smacks his shoulder, rolling their eyes, as you can’t help but laugh. At Levi, for suggesting it. And at Hange, for defending Eren. 
“No. No, he’s great.”
Levi narrows his eyes, giving you his most soul piercing stare. 
“Are you sure?”
You laugh, not missing the way Levi’s lips slowly turn upwards, the makings of a smile on his face as his shoulders relax. 
“Yes, Levi. I’m sure. It’s Eren.” 
“Well. What’s got you so worked up then, kid?” he asks again, squeezing your shoulder. 
You look down at your hands, knitting your fingers together, as you fumble through the words. Through that bubbling pit of emotion, sitting in your throat, that’s been bothering you for the past few days. That you’re going to be leaving the set for three years and they won’t be at your side, lifting you up for what you’re going to do next. 
That without them, you’re going to fail. Horrendously. 
“I’m really scared to do this all without you guys. And I really, really don’t want to fail you both, but I think that I’m going to because I don’t know how to do this alone.” you mumble. 
“Huh?” Hange asks. 
“I just mean. You and Levi have gotten me this far. Holding my hand at every turn, coaxing me into things when anyone else would have pushed me. Or kicked me out for not having the guts. You put me with Eren when you know he’d support me. And it-I feel like I’m going to flop out the second I leave.” 
You watch Levi pinch his lips into a straight line, his gray eyes glaring into yours. 
“I couldn’t have done it without you guys. And I am so thankful for it, I-I want to make you guys so proud. But I just…I feel like I’m going to fail the second I try something on my own. That there’s this big, looming anticipation around me and it’ll amount to nothing.” 
You swallow hard, darting your eyes between the two of them, not missing the shared look they give each other, before Levi breaks the silence. 
“You’re really stupid kid, you know that?” 
You frown, glaring at him. 
“Leave it to you to invalidate my feelings.” you grumble, crossing your arms on your chest, making it a point to avoid even looking at him. 
“I’m not invalidating your feelings, just invalidating the fact that you quite literally give yourself no credit. That you have zero faith in yourself.” 
“Great. Thanks, Levi.” you deadpan. 
“He means…anything you’ve done is of your own merit. Don’t put everything you’ve done on us.” Hange states. 
You swallow hard, shaking your head. 
“I-I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean, your support helps me, pushes me forward. I can’t imagine being able to do anything without it.” you murmur. 
“You know we aren’t going anywhere, right?” Levi states. 
“I know that. But it won’t be the same.” 
“First and foremost, you don’t need anyone to do great things. You’re plenty great on your own. And second, it may not be us who's the closest to you, but there will be plenty of people in your arsenal, backing you up. Unfortunately for you, I don’t think Eren could leave you alone even if he tried.” 
You laugh through the snot, lightly shoving Levi and Hange’s laughs vertebrate in your ears. 
“Okay. Just, if I flop out, you can’t be mad at me, okay?” 
“We’d never be mad at you kid. You mean the world to us.” Hange states, wrapping their arms around you as Levi follows suit. 
And when you look over your shoulder, you see the framed picture on Levi’s side of the desk and know, in earnest, that it’s true. That in some way, Levi and Hange will always be at your side, always your fiercest defenders. 
And that at his core, Levi Ackerman is a sap. For having a framed picture of you and Hange, front and center on his desk. There’s a rapid knocking on the door, followed by a very sleepy Eren standing on the door. 
“There you are. I was looking everywhere for you.” 
You wipe the last of the wetness off your face as he shuffles up, locking his hands around your neck and resting his chin right on top of your head. He leans down and presses a light kiss at the top of your hairline, as he starts groaning. 
“S’cold. What are you doing down here? And with my jacket, mind you.” he murmurs, mid-yawn. 
You sniffle, which has Eren securing his hands around your cheeks and angling your face up so he can look at you. And at the sight of your blotchy skin and red eyes, his eyes immediately wash over with concern, his thumbs rubbing into your skin. 
“Hey, what’s wrong?” 
You give him a halfhearted smile, which he returns. 
“Nothing, I just wanted to talk to Levi and Hange.” you respond, standing up as Eren tucks you into the side of his arm. 
“Let’s talk about it tomorrow and go back to bed now. It’s really late. You should sleep.” he murmurs, as you give him an affirmative nod. 
“To bed. In your own beds, mind you.” Levi states, giving the two of you a weary eye. 
Eren’s eyes go wide, a sheepish laugh falling out of both of your mouths as Levi rolls his eyes. 
“Oh, totally. Totally in my own bed. Because obviously, there is no one in my bed. Except for me! Well, not right now but you know what I mean.” you mumble, getting a laugh from Hange. 
You and Eren sneak out of the room, hand in hand, as you giggle while sneaking up the steps. He squeezes your hand three times as he pushes you into his room, tangling under the sheets with you and burrowing you straight into his arms. 
“You’re really okay?” he murmurs against your hair. 
“I’d tell you if I wasn’t.” you whisper, as Eren presses his lips against your forehead in response. 
“Okay, ma lune. Go to bed.” 
“Eh? Who taught you that?” you ask. 
“What? Was it wrong?” 
“No, no, it’s right. You’re trying to say my moon in French, right?” you ask, cheeks burning.
“Yeah. I asked Falco. Since you call me mon chérie, it’s only fitting that my nickname for you is French too.” 
“Mielleux.” you respond, tracing the side of his cheeks, right near his dimples as you laugh. 
“Huh? Don’t insult me in French, that’s cheating.” 
“That was an insult. I was calling you…intelligent.” 
“Right. And Connie’s six foot four.” he responds, sarcastically.
“I just called you cheesy. Quit whining and go to bed now.” 
His laugh, vertebrating in his chest, is the last thing you feel before your eyes flutter closed. 
You swallow hard, shaking the memory from your head before knocking on the door firmly, as that pulsating wave of anxiety bubbles in your chest. Because whoever answers that door, is going to bring an all consuming, complicated wave of emotions that you’ll have to resolve in all but twenty seconds before you have to talk to them. 
The door swings open, with Hange and Levi standing in the center of the doorframe, leaving you with a mess of anger, sadness, and dejection. 
“Hey kid.” Hange states, spreading their arms open as you melt into their arms. That faint smell of ink is lingering on their clothes, the dark marks smudged along the side of their hand indicating that they must have been stuck in that room with Levi, workshopping the script. 
“Hi Hange.” you respond, swallowing hard, as you turn to look at Levi. 
“Y/N.” he states, voice devoid of any emotion. But you can tell from that unshakable burning in his eyes, that something is rumbling in Levi’s chest, similar to your own. 
“Levi.” 
The three of you quietly walk to the kitchen, that awkward tension hanging thick in the air as Hange and Levi start rummaging through the cabinets and you lean against the counter. You take a second to stare at the polaroids, a mix of familiar faces and ones you’ve never seen at all pressed to the fridge. But the one that catches your eye the most is of Falco, smiling brightly at a girl, with short, brown hair. 
Hange walks up to your side, holding the bowl of food up in front of you, as you shoot them a thankful smile. 
“Whose that?” you ask, pointing to the picture. 
“Oh, that’s Gabi. She’s one of the new cast members.” 
“I’m taking it she’s good friends with Falco.” you state, smiling at Hange. 
“Oh, the best.” Hange states, giving you a knowing smile. 
You settle into the chairs across from the two of them, your brain buzzing from being here, in this kitchen with them again. At being in this house again, so vastly changed from the last time you were here. 
The last time you stood in this kitchen, you and Eren were giving each other teary goodbyes, everyone holding each other for too long. And now you’re here, sitting alone in the kitchen with Hange and Levi, with everyone nowhere to be found. Least of all Eren. 
Levi’s characteristically silent, focused on steeping his tea bag in the water and avoiding any sense of eye contact or communication with you. Which you were expecting, since Levi was always one to hold a grudge. 
“How are you, Levi?” 
“Okay.” 
The response to others would be seemingly nothing but it stings violently in your chest. Because it isn’t uncharacteristic for Levi to be withholding information, especially personal in nature, but it is uncharacteristic for Levi to be that way with you. And perhaps you were increasingly harsh the last time that you talked to him, but surely you’ve both moved past that. Because it was months ago and at this point, there is nothing you can do about it. 
“Are you still mad at me, Levi?” you ask. 
“Are you still mad at me?” he utters back, the tone biting. 
You sigh. Straight into the thick of it. Levi was always straightforward like that. 
“I mean, I still stand by what I said but that doesn’t mean I’m ma-” 
“Great. So when everything goes to shit, you’re going to hold it over my head and blame me for it, right?” 
You swallow hard, taken aback completely by how aggressive he comes off, straight off the bat. Levi had always been this way and you’d seen it firsthand, from how strict he was on Eren when it came to acting when you were younger. And every time you told Eren to be stronger, look past it, because Levi was doing it out of a place of love. 
But from the way he’s angrily scorning you right now, over a decision he betrayed you by making, one thing is evidently clear to you. That Levi’s not acting out of love. 
You swallow hard, pushing that disgusting acidic feeling in your throat, as you give Hange a look before talking. 
“Okay, Levi. I never said that-” 
“The second Falco’s feelings get hurt, by god knows what, you’re going to come to me and say that it was my fault. My fault because I was the one who casted him in the show.” 
“Well, that would be true. I explicitly asked you to remove them from the show after I found out you gave him the part. So if something happens to them, it is going to be your fault. Because you didn’t listen. You’re the reason they’re here.” you murmur. 
Levi groans, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose as Hange moves to his side, a firm hand and a pleading voice urging him to calm down. 
“Is that what you’re trying to say? Are you trying to blame me for everything that happened?” Levi asks. 
“I didn’t even say that. I just meant-” 
“Isn’t that what you said though? You said by casting Falco, any hurt feelings he has from any backlash he could hypothetically get is going to be my fault. It’s going to be my fault because I cast him. And it’s fairly obvious you’re having some pent up feelings, because-” 
You swallow hard, the tears burning your eyes and your chest aching. 
“This isn’t about me. You know how hard I’ve fought to protect both of them from all of this. And you’re just going to forsake all of that, everything I’ve tried to shield them from, because you want them here for god knows whatever reason?” 
“They’re here because they want to be here. They saw the casting call and auditioned together. As the person who is making this show, I had to pick the people who were best for the part. That was the same thing I did for you. And everyone else.” 
“Oh, shut up, Levi. I know that you weren’t the final say in who picked me, it was Eren.” 
“I was the one who put you in the top three. I knew you could be great at this. The same way I know that Falco and Colt can be great at it too.” 
“I don’t give a fuck if they can be great at it, I’m sure they’re phenomenal. But they can’t handle the rest of it. And I’ve tried so hard, I already dragged them into all of this by literally being related to them, but the fact that you’re holding their hand and walking them right into this lion's cage, knowing damn well what’s waiting for them, is what’s making me mad.” 
You see Levi’s eyes twinge for a second, before he scoffs and stirs his spoon in his tea. And the sound of the metal hitting the porcelain is enough to aggravate you even more. 
“Nothing that happened to them is your fault. And trust me, they know exactly what they’re getting into when they come here.” Levi responds, sighing. 
“Right. Because throwing that brick through my window totally would have happened regardless of the fact that I’m famous. That was my fault, plain and clear. And they can think they know what they’re getting into, but I can promise you for a fact. Falco isn’t strong enough to do this.” 
You hear something drop behind you, only to find Falco and Colt standing there. Falco’s bright eyes are filled with tears, swiftly falling down his cheeks, as he runs off and Colt calls for him.  
“I-I’m going to talk to him.” Colt responds, sighing heavily, as he shuffles away. 
You turn back to Levi, glaring at him. 
“Are you trying to punish me, Levi? Is that what this is?” 
“What?” 
“You’re trying to make me feel shitty. For not talking to you for so long, for-for pulling away. You’re trying to make me fucking regret it.” 
Levi glares, walking up close to you, as he flares his nostrils. 
“Are you trying to punish me?” 
“Levi-” 
“Surely, you must be. You really think that I would do anything, for even one second, to hurt you? That I find joy in hurting you even more when letting everything happen is one of my biggest regrets? 
You swallow hard, taken aback by Levi’s admission. You reach forward, to place your hand on his shoulder, but he flinches away from your touch entirely, the frown on his face fixed. 
“You clearly know nothing about me, Y/N. Nothing.” Levi states, angrily storming out of the room. 
Your tears are burning, wet and hot and neverending as you bring the heels of your hands up to your eyes. You’d entirely forgotten Hange was there, until their hand comes up around your shoulder and squeezes hard. 
And it makes you cry. That Hange’s here to comfort you. That the one person who you’ve looked u pto you, maybe the only reason you’re even standing here, is the one who sees you at your worst. And holds you anyways. 
The realization hits you in full flesh. And it’s cruel. 
That filming this season is going to be entirely different than any of the last. 
--
The feeling isn’t like any other. 
That deep seated pit of rage, of jealousy, of hurt that Eren can only associate with Zeke. And while he’s able to push it down, swallow it down when he’s ready for it, the one place he can’t do it is here. Because watching Connie prank Zeke in between takes, seeing him get along with Levi and Hange, there’s some part of it that taints the entire premise of things together. 
Eren pushes down the piano keys, his fingers nearly shaking from the anger, until he feels it. Warm hands looping around his side, accompanied by that flowery smell and your head falling onto his shoulder. Your right hand is on the keys, brushing past both of his as he sighs. 
“Hi Eren.”
“Hey.” 
Eren can feel your prying eyes, big and wide watching him. And Eren knows that you can see it all over his face - the anger sitting in his jaw, his flushed cheeks - and it embarasses him even more. That you’re here with him, when all he can do is feel rotten. 
“Are you writing a song?” 
“Mhm.” 
“Tell me your writing process. I’ve never written a song before.” 
Eren turns to you, giving you a pointed look, because he knows all too well what you’re doing. His own parents have used this tactic on him a hundred times, when he’s panting and heaving from crying so hard. He figures that they think the distraction is helpful, that it’ll subside the wave of emotions in his chest. But sometimes it feels to big, too vast - like an ocean wave he has no capabilities of taming. 
“I know that can be kind of a personal thing to ask. I don’t mean to pry, I just wanted to know.” you murmur. 
Eren looks over, only to find your eyes cast downward towards the piano and the slightest flush of pink creeping up your neck. 
You’re embarrassed. Embarrassed for asking him something personal, for crossing a line you feel you shouldn’t have. 
Eren immediately takes his book off of the stand - filled with his ramblings, lyrics, and everything in between - and places it right in your eager hands. And Eren can’t help but feel a warm, simmering in his chest when your downtrodden look is replaced with a bright smile and your hand squeezing his.
Three times. 
There’s something entirely bare about doing this with you, like he’s giving you the key and letting you walk right inside of his mind. But he does it regardless, watches your eyes scan over the pages, your fingers running over the marks he’s indented into the paper. 
“What song were you just playing?” you murmur, flipping through the little leaflets. You eye the little pictures taped into the pages - one of you next to the words Sweet Creature - that you tuck away to pry about later. 
“Ah. This one.” 
Eren braces his hands against the piano, the light piano tune filling the air. 
I was thinkin' about who you are Your delicate point of view, I Was thinkin' about you I'm not worried about where you are Or who you will go home to, I'm Just thinkin' about you
Eren stops himself short, that block in his throat itching, only to turn to his side and find you smiling at him, his little book of thoughts tucked into your arms, right against your beating heart. 
“Eren. You’re a really good singer.” you murmur. 
He can feel his own skin flushing, as he brings his hand up to his neck and nervously scratches. 
“Thank you, Y/N.” 
“Do you mind me asking what the song is about?” 
“I know you know, Y/N.” he responds, leaning his face closer to yours. 
He feels you set the book down, returning it back to the stand, and watches you lace your arm through his. You’re holding him close to you as you nestle your cheek into his skin, running your hands over each of his knuckles. 
When Eren looks over, he can’t help but smile to himself. There’s something about it, this tiny frown that you sport, that Eren sincerely adores. Eren can’t help but want to touch your skin then and there, to smooth those little creases away with his fingers until you smile again. 
And naturally, it’s very irritating for Eren that you still look pretty when you frown. And when you smile. And every other expression in between. 
“I know. But you should still tell me anyway.” you murmur. 
“I’m okay, Y/N.” 
“Eren.” you whine. 
“I know you know. And it’s okay…it’s complicated.” he sighs. 
Eren doesn’t know how to explain the vastness of it to you. That Eren can simultaneously be mad at his brother but want nothing more to be around him. That he can hate him for what he did, for pulling away, when Eren had no intentions of leaving him alone. That he never wants to see him again, that his presence is aggravating in itself. 
“You…you promise it’s okay? That you don’t want to talk about it because-” 
Eren leans forward, his eyes burning as he looks into yours, your lips a few feet away from one another. 
“You’ve got me, right?” 
“Huh?” 
“You’ve got me, if I need you?” 
“Of course, I do.” you respond, not even a beat in between your words. 
“Good. Then, I’m okay.” 
Eren gives you a warm smile, one that leaves you in a fit of your own confusion, as he braces his hands against the piano again, playing the light tune into the air. And when you walk away, giving him one last squeeze on the shoulder, before leaving him alone on set once again, Eren scribbles his last thought into the book before walking away. 
That he thinks he loves you. 
Eren’s shaken out of his own memory, leaving it in his graveyard of other haunting memories, as he hears the pitter pattering of footsteps behind him. He looks up to find Gabi and Falco, sitting together on the floor, knees to his chest. 
Eren can immediately clock that Falco has been crying. And Eren realizes immediately that Gabi ran to his defense. It almost feels like the two of them are mocking him, though watching them interact even in the slightest had Eren feeling that .. 
Gabi, the horrifying menace that he is, is possibly one of Eren’s favorite people ever. Not only is she determined, bold, and stubbornly loyal, but she is quite possibly the only person who could be considered a bigger fan of you than Eren was. 
Which was saying something.
“Falco. It’s okay. You-you didn’t hear the entire conversation.” Gabi coaxes, a soft frown on her face. 
Eren’s well aware that he sees himself and you a little bit too much in Gabi and Falco, but the fact that Gabi quite literally sports the same frown that you do is enough to give him a chill. And annoy him even more. Even if he tries to forget, Eren has no choice but to remember. 
He supposes some part of it is romantic, almost. That no matter how far you are, Eren can see you everywhere. That opening the fridge reminds him of the time the two of you danced in the kitchen, that driving reminds him of all the times he had to commandeer that shitty bike with you, that the moon rises into the sky and that it makes the tattoo on his skin burn. 
“I heard enough. She doesn’t even believe in me. Not even in the slightest.” 
“Falco. You’re amazing. And she knows that. Maybe you should talk to her about-” 
“I get that she’s hurt from everything that happened. But does that give her any right to be mean to me? To think I can’t do this because-” 
Eren walks up, sitting criss crossed on the floor across from the two of them. Falco gives him a halfhearted smile, infinitely better than any interaction he’s had with Colt in the entire three weeks they’ve been here, as Eren hikes his knees to his chest. 
“Hey Falco, Gabi.” 
“Hi Eren.” he sniffles, Gabi’s hand still firm on his shoulder. 
“Want to tell me what’s going on?” 
“Not really.” he grumbles. 
“Shame. You know, I can be quite wise sometimes.” 
“Yeah. He’s got hobo wisdom.” Gabi adds, eliciting a laugh from Falco. 
Eren reaches forward to flick Gabi on the forehead, which she immediately swats off. A rather affectionate term Gabi had coined, for the rather unfortunate makeover that Levi had given him for the Marley arc. 
Eren’s half convinced Levi made everyone look better and him worse as his final act of vengeance on your behalf. Because even Eren’s not stupid and is well aware that Levi will be enacting some mildly annoying revenge on him for the rest of his life, for hurting you for even a second. Which he can take. Because he deserves it. 
“I had a fight with Y/N.” 
Eren swallows hard, throat dry at the fact that the person they were talking about was you. Meaning, you were back, only a few feet away from where he was sitting right now. 
“Falco’s misinterpreting it, I think.” 
“Leave it to you to side with my sister, Gabi.” 
“Hey. I’m just trying to play devil's advocate. You need that sometimes.” 
Sometimes being the devil's advocate is being on your side. 
Eren shakes your voice from his head, as he focuses back on the two of them. 
“Y/N doesn’t want me to be here. She had a fight with Levi when she found out he picked me and Colt after we auditioned. She thinks it's the ultimate punishment that I’m here, that she has to share this with me.” 
Eren swallows hard. And immediately back tracks on your behalf, because if Eren knows one thing about you, it’s that fighting with Falco must be tearing you up in more ways than one. That being here alone is hard enough for you, but your one source of comfort being ripped couldn't be helpful either. 
Eren’s also positive that Levi is smoldering somewhere. That his great plan is backfiring. Because Levi did cast Falco and Colt because they were the best audition, but he also cast them because he knew having them here would make it infinitely easier for you. 
Or so he thought. 
“Your sister doesn’t want you to be here. But it’s not for some selfish reason or because she doesn’t believe in you. Trust me, your sister is your biggest supporter.” Eren states
“Yeah, Falco. You know that she loves you.” Gabi adds, giving him a weak smile as she laces their hands together. 
Eren wonders if Gabi squeezes Falco’s hand. If she squeezes three times, because saying I love you, the thought of sharing that is so suffocating that she has to do it that way. 
“The only reason she doesn’t want you here is because she doesn’t want you to suffer. She-she loves you how you are. Excited, energetic, you-you’re very lively, Falco. Some people see that and they…they want to stamp that out of you.” Eren says, voice burning in his chest as he talks. 
“Your sister just wants you to stay you. And you, quite possibly, are the only thing she can’t afford to lose. You mean too much to her.” he adds. 
“That’s not true. She felt that way about you too.” Falco adds. 
Falco’s eyes immediately go wide, cheeks pink, as he reaches forward and places a hand on his knee. 
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean that in an insulting way, I meant that as-” 
Eren smiles. At times, Eren feels almost like the entire time he had spent with you wasn’t real. It’s so far off in his mind, the situation so convoluted and messy now that at times it feels like it’s all a figment of his imagination. But the small reminders - a fan account, Falco’s admissions - they’re enough to remind Eren. 
That he’s not crazy. That you loved him and he loved you. 
It’s a double edged sword. He’s not sure if it’s worse to know he loved you and lost you or to have it feel like your love was never real at all. 
He supposes he’ll have his answer when he inevitably sees you, in the flesh again. Not stricken by grief, somewhat in full feeling again. 
“I know what you meant, Falco. Do you know what I meant?” 
Falco sighs. 
“I…I want to. But she literally said, Falco isn’t strong enough for this. She thinks I’m weak.” 
“Or…she’s been through it herself. And she knows that people will push you, past your breaking points and expect you to keep going. It’s not about whether or not you’re talented, it’s…it’s almost that you’re too talented. She knows people will love you. That they’ll watch you and see you as something like that.” 
The pit of it is burning in his stomach. The information that he’s sitting on, that he could share with Falco right now. But he knows that it’s not the right time. That it would require him to throw Lana under the bus, that he isn’t even ready to say everything all together, that he’ll tell you, and Falco and Armin when the time is right. 
“But she knows that this is something that’s hard to stomach. And it’s less that she thinks you’re not strong enough to handle it, it’s that she doesn’t want you to have be.” Eren states. 
“Good shit, Eren.” Gabi states, giving him a wide smile. Falco laughs at her brashness, the smallest makings of a smile on Falco’s face. 
Falco’s ruminating over his words this time, some semblance of them sticking, as he gives him a sigh and a halfhearted smile before standing up.
“How about we go eat something, Falco? You can think about everything Eren said. Everything I said and we….we can just take a walk after.” 
If you and Eren’s thing was biking and getting slushies, then Falco and Gabi’s was walking and talking. 
“Okay.” 
Eren watches the two of them walk off into the distance, the way their hands brush against each other as they amble towards the door, how they never link together, and swallows hard. 
At the fact that not only would his memories be constant reminders, but that Falco and Gabi are going to be a constant representation. 
Of what he had. And what he had to give up. 
--
You march down the hall, feet dragging you to your childhood bedroom, as the waves of the argument have subside in your chest. You can feel the skin around your eyes stinging, your cheeks swollen and pink, as you turn to the signs with Connie’s handwriting and groan. 
Jean and Mikasa (please fuck quietly)
Eren and Y/N (y’all are fucked up for this) 
You must have been too loud, because suddenly both doors are swinging open, Jean coming out of one and Connie out of the other. 
“Princess! You’re back!”
You pull back, resting your hands on both of his biceps as you squeeze. At Connie, less grief-stricken and pale, but more lively and loving. 
The way he used to be. 
“Hi Connie.” you respond, giving him a smile back. 
“I’d know that moaning groaning sound anywhere.” Connie states. 
“That sounds inappropriate, Connie.” Jean grumbles, giving you a smile. 
The two of them stand in front of you, towering over you, as they give you smiles. Which is when you realize that they both look drastically different. 
Connie’s hair is significantly balder. And Jean has a fucking mullet. 
“Oh my god. You have a mul-” 
“Before you say ANYTHING, he is very gorgeous to me.” Connie states, giving you an accusatory finger. 
“Con-” 
“I don’t care WHAT you say. He’s in the top three of my tentative glow-up ranking for this season.” 
“Nothing you just said was English. Like not even one sentence of it.” you state. 
“Have you read the script yet?” Jean asks, giving you a helpful smile. 
“No, they haven’t given me mine yet.” ‘
“Well, we’re doing a big time skip. And to sell the image - even though we’re literally not teenagers anymore - they’re all giving us different haircuts.” 
“I hope for Armin’s sake that he’s at the top of that list.” you murmur. 
You hear a set of footsteps behind you, only to find Mikasa and Sasha with bags hanging from both of their arms, the pair of them panting and heaving. Jean’s quick to take Mikasa’s bags, which has Sasha berating Connie for not running to do the same. 
“Princess! Welcome back.” Sasha states, pressing a wet kiss to your cheeks as Connie - making his annoyance very clear - takes the bags from Sasha and sets them down in Mikasa’s room. 
“Thanks, Sash. I love your hair.” you state, giving her the warmest smile you can muster. 
“God. I am fucking starving. First of all, these stupid fucking dress shops give out the measliest little chocolates. Like, we’re there for six hours, the least they could do was give me the whole box. And every time I asked for seconds, Mikasa’s stupid maid of honor started giving me a whole lecture about it.” Sasha grumbles. 
You swallow hard. 
Mikasa’s maid of honor. 
You turn to your left, to find Jean with a rather awkward look on his face, as Mikasa’s eyes go wide. You try to shake off the discomfort, the annoying tears that are trying to pool in your eyes, as you turn to Sasha. 
At the fact that Mikasa found a replacement for you. 
You’re in the kitchen when Mikasa approaches you, the light glow on your cheeks making you smile so hard that it hurts. 
That Mikasa is engaged. The ring is glimmering on her finger, as you beckon for her to walk closer to you and you take her hand in yours. 
“I didn’t get a second to properly admire it with all those idiots around.” you murmur, her soft hands in yours. 
The ring is simple. A circular cut diamond with a gold band. And entirely Jean and Mikasa. You recall Jean harassing you at nearly turn leading up to the day, but seeing it here and now, on her hand instead of that stupid plastic mannequin, you can really see Jean’s vision. 
That it’s perfect for her. 
“It’s beautiful, Mikasa.” 
“I know you helped him. God knows he was probably having a panic attack at the store.” 
“Oh, he totally was. But he picked that one out on his own and fully stopped entertaining other ones when his eye caught that one. He said he knew it was the perfect one for you.” 
“Jean can be really cheesy.” Mikasa states, her cheeks dusted pink as she pushes down the pleats of her dress. 
“I think it’s really sweet. You’re made for each other.”
She smiles hard, her eyes watery again. 
“You really think so?” 
“Are you really asking me that after you already said yes, Mikasa?” 
“I mean, I’m sure of my decision. But your opinion, what you think means a lot to me. Especially if you’re going to be my maid of honor.” 
You drop the knife in your hand against your plate, eyes wide as you look at her. At the way the light is catching in her hair, at the smug smiley look on her face. 
“No fucking way.” 
“You can’t be serious. It was always going to be you…you’re like my person!” she states, wrapping her arms around you. You squeeze her tight in her arms, earning a groaning sound from her, as you feel the excitement course through you. 
“Mika. I would love to be your maid of honor.” 
“Well, good. Because there’s no one else who could do it. The only person I want being up there with me is you.” 
You realize now that the premise is world’s away. Which was a given. Mikasa had gone all the way and had an entire engagement party, meaning she needed someone to fill the role. And it wasn’t like she could exactly tell you, you barely even gave her the time of day when things were going down. 
“I’m hungry too. I’ll come down with you in a second, yeah?” 
She gives you an affirmative nod, as she skips down the hall and down the steps. You turn to Connie and eye your bags still in the hall. 
“Do you know who Colt is sharing a room with Connie?” 
“Galliard.” 
“Who?” 
“Ah, the Brit. He’s real funny, I think you’ll like him.” 
“Ah, okay. Well, I think I’ll ask him if he can share with Eren instead. And I-” 
“Y/N. You can still share with Mikasa.” Jean states, eyes wide. 
You swallow hard, the embarrassment coursing through you. 
“No, I-I insist. You guys should share. You-you are getting married and all! Wouldn’t want to rain on your parade and all that. And Colt’s my brother, I’ll be comfortable with him, so-” 
“I’ll help you move your bags.” Connie states, dragging your bags down the hall. 
You’re eternally grateful for Connie and him catching on fast enough. Jean follows in tow, giving Mikasa a look over his shoulder, as the two of you stand awkwardly in the hall. You turn to look at her. 
“You didn’t get a haircut?” you ask. 
“Ah. Um, Levi and Hange are actually letting me use a wig.” 
“That’s right. Jean always imagined you with your hair long at your wedding.” 
Mikasa smiles, so wide, that you swear there’s tears gathering in her eyes. 
“I didn’t realize he had told you that.” she murmurs. 
“Jean can’t help but talk about you. He mentioned it to me in passing once.” 
You both awkwardly swallow, as you rub your hands on your biceps. There’s a tension in the air between the two of you, one that you weren’t really expecting, that settles deep into your bones. 
“Well, Sash is probably waiting so I’ll-” 
“Yeah, yeah sure. No problem.” 
“It’s nice to see you again, Mika.” 
“You too.” she responds, as you swallow that salty feeling in your throat and pad down the stairs. 
--
Eren is interrupted by an incessant pounding on his door, only to find Armin standing there with an excited look on his face. 
“Hey. What’s up, ‘Min?” 
“Erwin gave me a really cool gift, do you want to see?” 
Eren nods, opening up the door, as Armin pads into the room. You and Mikasa are sprawled on Eren’s bedroom floor, the two of you typing away at something on Mikasa’s laptop, while Marco and Jean play a very intense game of go-fish. 
Armin gestures for everyone to join him on the floor, as everyone lazily turns their head towards them. He opens up the box, filled with stacks of polaroids, and sets the camera on top. 
“What is it?” you ask, as Armin excitedly runs his fingers across the pictures. 
“Erwin just gave it to me. He said that when he went to the SHWA, one of his favorite things to do was capture all the memories, so that he’d never forget them.” 
Eren digs his hand into the box, the first polaroid he pulls out being one of Levi and Hange, significantly younger. Hange’s excitedly pinching Levi’s cheeks, while he all but glares at her. 
“Woah. This one is of Levi and Hange.” 
“Is this before they were dating?” you ask, turning your eyes towards Eren. 
“Mhm. They’re way younger here, they only started dating after La La Land. 
Eren watches your eyes swell, as you run your fingers over the picture. 
“Wait, that’s so sweet. That they have all these pictures together, before they were even in love. Like..like they were always meant to be together.” 
Jean leans forward, flicking you on the forehead. 
“You’re a sap.” he states. 
“Says you, asshole.” you respond, glaring at him. 
Eren ignores the two of you, digging into the box with Armin as the two of them run their fingers over all the pictures. Of Satoru Gojo, holding a hand out over Levi’s head to mimic how short he is, Erwin and Nanami drinking tea on set, Shoko and Miche smoking a cigarette. 
“The first picture that Erwin ever took on the polaroid was this one.” Armin states, handing it to him. 
The picture is of him and Levi, the two of them sitting on the floor with their knees hiked to his chest. Unlike any of the other ones, Levi and Erwin are actually smiling, as opposed to their usual smoldering looks that they sport. 
“I want the first one I take to be of us, like this.” Armin states, giving him a bright smile. 
Eren excitedly nods, tapping on Mikasa’s shoulder, and breaking her out of the pictures she was looking at with Marco. 
“Mika.” 
“Hm?” 
“Can you take a picture of us like this?” he asks, handing her the picture. 
She smiles wide, reaching for the camera as she angles it perfectly and flashes the bright light in both of their faces. Armin and Eren laugh as they reach up, itching their aching eyes, before Mikasa holds both of the pictures out to them, side by side. 
“God. You’re like their little proteges.” Mikasa states, handing them the pictures. 
“Do you need help?” Eren asks. 
Armin turns his head, eyes wide and filled with a twinge of detachment that Eren absolutely despises. He’s been finnicking with his polaroid camera - the new one that Eren had bought him - for the past twenty minutes. 
“I have extra film if you need it. It’s a weird way to kind of load it in these cameras but-” Eren says, standing up to reach for the camera. 
“Well, I’d be able to do it if I still had my camera, wouldn’t I?” Armin seethes, glaring at him as he sets the camera down and angrily paces to the other side of the room. 
Eren swallows hard, the sting burning as he swallows hard. Eren prays that Hange and Levi show up any moment to give Armin his script, so that he can retreat to the room with the two of them for the rest of the day and finish writing the script with them. 
“I’m sorry.” Eren adds, for what feels like the hundredth time. 
Granted, Eren doesn’t think there’s a quantifiable number, a tangible amount of times he could say sorry that Armin would forgive him. And Eren, in earnest, can’t even blame him because he can barely forgive himself. 
For getting so carried away.
Eren lifts the camera, dislodging the film from the camera, before inserting it correctly. There’s a click as it slides into place and Eren gently puts the camera down, as Connie walks up to his side. 
“Hi Eren.” Connie states, giving him a very hard smack on the back. 
“Ow, Connie.” 
“My bad. It’s just my humongous fucking biceps, I can’t even cont-” 
“Yeah, yeah. Okay, Connie. Pipe it down like the notches.” Eren states, shoving him off to the side. 
Connie settles into the couch next to Eren, as Eren can’t help but nervously shake his legs, from Armin’s pacing around the room. He’s picked up the camera from the table, fidgeting with it in its hands as he gets used to the new settings. 
No matter how much Eren tried, he couldn’t find the same brand of camera that Erwin had bought Armin all those years. Of course, Erwin had opted for something vintage and of course, something that Eren wouldn’t be able to replicate. Eren had opted for the next big thing, the camera models that Erwin had designed with the polaroid company, as a special. 
Because if he can’t have the exact camera Erwin gave him, he can still tie it to him in some way. And it in no way takes away what Eren did, but he hopes it rebuilds the tiniest of bridges between them.  
“I like the new camera, Armin.” Connie states, giving him a smile. 
Fuck. 
“It’s kind of shitty. It’s not really working.” Armin states, Eren’s skin burning at the seething look that Armin’s giving him. 
“Well, we’ll help you figure it ou-” 
“What’s your deal, Connie?” Armin asks. 
Connie’s taken aback, awkwardly laughing, as he lifts his hands up. 
“Huh? What ever do you mean, good sir?” Connie asks, mimicking Galliard’s stupid British accent, an increasingly irritating habit of his. 
“What kind of shitty game are you playing right now? Pretending like things are fine.” Armin asks. 
Connie sighs, Eren sensing the tiniest bit of frustrations in Connie’s shoulders. In the past few months, one of the only things that Connie had been looking forward to was coming back here. An opportunity for him to get back into his roots, to be around people who would support him, before he got back out there. 
Before they all did. In a way they never really had before. 
And it was increasingly frustrating and even debilitating for Connie to realize that things were different when he got here. Because Armin was still harboring his hatred for Eren, he found out that Mikasa had taken Y/N out of her wedding party, that Y/N was coming back later than everyone else, that really the past few years had caught up to everyone the way they had to him. 
Except he was the only one, besides maybe Eren, who was trying to go back for it. And it was increasingly frustrating for him, when no one met him where he was. 
“Look, Armin. I think we should all just cool down and talk about-” 
“Talk about what? About how you’re being naive as fuck right now?” Armin asks. 
“Forgiving isn’t naive. And there’s a lot that you don’t-” 
“How can you even stand Eren, in good faith? He’s the reason that you had to go to rehab, Connie. The reason that you had to stop acting, that you stopped talking to me and Sasha and Marco and-” 
“That wasn’t Eren’s fault.” Connie states, doing little to deflate the stupid welts of shame Eren was feeling. It’s one thing to have a shitty voice in your head telling you all the things you’ve done wrong. And it’s an entirely different one to have the entire world echo it back to you. 
But worst of all is realizing your best friend echoes the same thoughts, shares the same sentiments that are buried in the shittiest parts of your brain. 
“How was it not Eren’s fault? He decided to start working with horrible people, he was the one who decided to date Hyla and backstab Y/N and-” 
“Armin. You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about so how about you just quit while you’re at it?” 
“I don’t know what I’m talking about. You’re the one who's forgetting everything that he did. All the shitty things he said-” 
“Is that what you’re going to play victim about? I can promise you, that measly little argument we had out there where he broke your camera is fucking childsplay to half of the shit that Eren and I saw when we were there. You’re lucky that you left the second you did because-” 
Armin shoves Connie into the wall behind him, which has Connie shoving him back. Levi, who has cosmically perfect timing, yanks Armin off while Eren grabs Connie, bracing his hands on his shoulders. 
“Connie. Quit it, man. You’re better than this, he doesn’t-” 
“What right does he have to say that to us, Eren? He doesn’t even know what it was like being there, with those people and-”
“I know, I know, man. Just, he doesn’t know. And he doesn’t mean it, he’s just hurt about-” Eren whispers, as Hange walks Armin out of the room and Levi joins them at their side. 
“Are you okay, Connie? Do you feel like you have to-” Levi asks, not daring to say the word. 
“No. No, I’ve been good for today, but I just-” 
“Okay, Connie. Let’s not talk about it. We should head to set anyways, they’re going to be filming soon. We can watch.” Eren states, his hand firm on Connie’s shoulder as the two of them trot out of the room. 
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Sasha trots into your room on an odd Thursday night. You and Eren are nearly tangled up in the bed, his hand brushing through your hair as she gives you a meek look from the doorway. She has a rather meek look on her face, almost shy. 
“Hey, Y/N. Do you have a second?” 
You look up, Eren’s warm hand on your neck. And it’s the fact that she’s here and not wreaking havoc with Connie, with that awkward look on her face, that sets off the first alarms to you. 
“Yes. Eren, get out.” 
“Um. What happened to please? Please, oh sweet love of my life, sunshine boy of mine?” 
“Eren, love. Get out. I’m being serious.” you respond, giving him a narrowed look with your eyes. 
He catches on quickly, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and Sasha a squeeze on the shoulder as he pads out of your room. You tap the spot to your left where Eren was just sitting, as Sasha climbs onto the bed next to you. 
“Ew. His spot is all warm.” 
“Yeah. He’s like a human heater, sometimes I have to shift away from him while we’re sleeping because I literally start sweating.” 
Sasha lies down flat on the bed, eyes fixed on your ceiling, as you follow suit and cross your own hands across your chest. The silence hangs in the air between you, as you wait for her to break first. 
“Do you think I’m pretty, Y/N?” Sasha asks. 
“What? Of course, I think you’re pretty.” 
“I-I don’t mean in a friend way. Do you think guys think I’m pretty?” 
She turns over on her side, resting her face against her arm as she looks at you. You mimic her motions again, noting the welling of tears in her usually bright eyes, as your heart drops. 
At sweet Sasha, asking you something like this. 
“Sash.” 
“I was online earlier. And I-I guess I never noticed that everyone on the cast seems to be…coupled up. Or at least the girls are.” 
“That’s not true, Sasha. What about Historia?” 
“Yeah, but that’s different. Reiner had a crush on her. Ymir still does and-and people like her. Really like her. You can’t really say the same about me, can you?” 
You sigh. Because you know, deep down, that the thing she’s talking about is one you can’t relate too. And that anything you said could be a deeper salt in the wound. The two of you sit in silence, as you wrack your brain the hardest for the best thing to say, when Sasha tangles her fingers in with yours. 
“Thank you.” Sasha murmurs.
“Huh?” 
“I was kind of expecting you to do that whole…shitty you’ll find love someday thing. It’s nice to just have someone here sitting with me, letting me feel it.” she states. 
“You’re valid in how you feel. And I-I know I’m not the best person to come to about this but-” 
“No, but it’s nice. Just to have someone acknowledge it. Sometimes it’s so shitty when people just expect you to be so optimistic about love, expect it to come when you’ve been waiting forever and you just want someone to fucking hold you or something.” 
You open up your arms, which she rolls her eyes at, before smiling and tangling into your arms. It’s then that you see the picture of you and Levi taped on the wall and remember his letters, the one’s he gave you to write the song with for the vow renewal. And the idea springs to your mind. 
You dig the letter out, the one where Levi detailed how special Hange was to him, that she made him feel real and loveable and give it to Sasha for the night. And when she trots out of your room, you immediately head to Levi’s room and knock on his door to ask him for what might be your biggest favor yet. 
Naturally, he obliges. And takes Sasha out on a date, to make sure that her standards are set straight, whenever someone does come in her life. 
You try to fight the embarrassingly large smile on your face as you watch Sasha from a distance, with the tall haired blonde who you’re told is Nicolo. And you know you’re not reaching, because it would be obvious to anyone with eyes that something was going on there. 
Things were drastically different. But some of them are for the better. 
You hear a set of footsteps behind you, only to find Falco and Gabi, the girl from the polaroid, standing behind you. Falco has a rather awkward look on his face, surely from the fight not fight the two of you were having, while Gabi has her hands behind her back. 
You give the two of them a warm smile, and notice Falco visibly deflate, as you tap the floor in front of you. You’re only halfway through the script, not having reached the scenes they were filming today or even your appearance in the show. 
“I’m Y/N. Falco’s sister. It’s really nice to meet you.”
“I-I know who you are.” she states, her voice awkwardly rambling as her cheeks flush pink. 
“I know who you are too! Something we have in common.” you respond, giving her a smile. 
She reaches forward, shaking your extended hand, and you notice how clammy her hand is against yours. Or really, that her entire demeanor seems to be off. This seems less like the Gabi you had been hearing about, bold and confident on the set. 
“I have something…really weird to tell you.” she states, mumbling. 
“What’s up?” 
“Please don’t think this is weird or anything. But you’re a really big role model for me. And-and you always have been.” 
Oh. Oh. 
It’s at this moment that you realize what’s happening. And it’s only something you can recognize because you too used to be that awkward mess of feelings for Hange. Your heart warms in the biggest of senses, that she wasn’t in that group of people who hated you, at least you didn’t think she was from the way she was acting. 
“Gabi. It truly means the world to me that you say that.” you respond, putting a hand on her shoulder and squeezing. 
“Really? I-I was so scared I was going to weird you out and you were going to hate me. I-I was most excited to see you when I got here, I’ve been listening to your songs since I was little and I feel like you’ve helped me through so much that I just-” 
“You haven’t weirded me out at all. This is very special to me, that you-you feel this way. I’m glad that anything I have done was able to reach you, even if it was in the smallest of ways.” 
She deflates, that awkward tension in her shoulders leaving and being replaced by tears wellington in your eyes. You’re not sure why but the entire reaction has tears welling in your eyes, as you open up your arms which she all but dives into. 
“Can I ask you for a weird favor?” Gabi asks, climbing out of your arms as she returns to her seat next to Falco. 
“Anything.” 
She pulls out the sleeve from behind her back and you try your best to swallow that disgusting, acidic venom in your throat. She hands you her copy of The Lucky One vinyl, the vinyls that were specifically distributed without your permissions. 
Vinyls that you didn’t even make a cent off of. That put millions of dollars into the pockets of the two people that you hated the most. 
“I have signed copies of all of your vinyls. Except for this one. I was wondering if yo-” 
“Sure. Do you have a pen?” you ask, fighting the discomfort in your skin. 
You open up the sleeve, ignoring the picture of all of you on the front, as you write. 
Gabi, 
I feel like I’m the Lucky One for getting to meet you. I can’t wait to see where you go from here. 
Love, 
Y/N 
You shut the vinyl quickly, handing it to her, and murmuring something about being hungry as you shuffle away to the snack table. You don’t miss her excited face, the way she excitedly grabs onto Falco’s shoulder, as she reads it to him. 
Levi rings the bell, calling for them to take their cues, as you settle into the chair. Colt, Gabi, Udo, and Zofia stand on their marks, as Zofia crawls under the rock placed there. You can see that she’s coated in set makeup, blood running down the side of her face, as Levi yells action. 
“Get up, Gabi! Udo!” Colt screams, picking up the two of them in their hands. 
There’s tons of extras running in the peripheral, the sound loud and jarring as they all scream. 
“Stand up! Hurry!” Colt says. 
Gabi turns her head, a quarter of the way, to where Zofia’s laying under the rock, and that’s when you realize it. 
That Zofia’s character just died. 
“Zofia?” Gabi states, her voice so painstakingly grating that it makes you flinch and your throat immediately dry. 
Udo runs to the side of the rock, bracing his hands on it, as he screams and you realize too quickly what’s about to happen. 
“Hurry, we have to lift this!” 
Except the extras march perfectly around Udo, just to knock him down, before they all mimic running over them. You quickly notice the makeup team run in as the camera focuses on the people running, and what you assume is going to be Eren’s titan, as they drench Udo in red dye, cacking it onto his porcelain skin. 
And when you hear it, it’s enough to make your stomach hurt, to have the contents in your just about ready to come up. 
It’s Gabi. Sweet, soft Gabi letting out an ear splitting scream, as Colt holds her close. The looks on both of their faces are so blank, so dead that it’s enough to sprout tears to your eyes, that quickly fall down your cheeks. 
Levi quickly calls cut, as Udo and Zofia stand up from their marks, and come out laughing. They’re both still caked in their red makeup, giving each other high fives, when all you can do is clutch your chest in pain, at that painstakingly painful feeling in your chest. 
And you’re not sure what exactly it is. That’s bringing this up for you. Until one of them says it, in passing. And you know they’re just kids, that they mean well, but it hits you so hard that the entire events of the day come crashing down in one second. 
“God, Udo. You’re messed up. This is a horribly fucked up version of the Lion King.” she states, placing her hands on her hips. 
“Shut up, Zofia. We both know that your death was way worse than mine. You basically suffocated to death under that lame ass rock.” 
Udo and Zofia remind you too much of Marco. Too much of filming that scene, all those years ago and being blind sided by it. By walking into the set thinking you were going to watch something normal, only to watch one of your best friends pretend to die. 
Only for him to really die years later. By suffocating to death, under the crush of the metal. 
Your cries are muffled by arms coming around you, quickly rushing you out into the cold air of the set as they continue to film inside. The embrace is warm, accompanied by soft words you can’t even barely hear, with the sound of the blood rushing in your ears. 
It’s all consuming. That’s the shitty thing about your grief. It’s buried deep into the pits of your heart and just when you think you’ve moved past it, when it’s standing behind you and you’ve grown past it, it hits you in full flesh when you least expect it. Leaving you debilitated, paralyzed. 
Alone. 
You only clock that it’s Eren from the smell. It’s clean and minty - a mix of his laundry and the deodorant he wears - as he only brings his arms around you harder, his voice finally coming into recognition in your ears. 
“Y/N. You’re okay. It’s okay, you-” 
You try to respond, only to let out a garbled sound. Eren pulls back slightly, the entire image of him, that overwhelming pounding in your chest and him catching you off guard. 
“I’ve got you. No one saw, we don’t need to go back and-
Eren’s hair is long. So long that it’s secured into a small bun in the back of his hair. And as always, his eyes are washed over in concern, his hands rubbing small circles into your skin as he all but stares you down. 
“Er-” 
“I know. You don’t have to say anything. It reminded me of him too.” 
“I just-” 
You come up short on words as Eren expectantly looks at you, waiting to hear what’s on your mind. And you can’t even fathom that feeling into words if you wanted to. 
“I don’t want to go back.” 
“Okay. Let’s take lunch.” he states, gesturing to you to walk towards the townhouse with him. 
You give Eren a meek nod, as the tears continue to pour from your eyes and that hollow feeling fills your chest. The two of you walk in silence, Eren not taking his hand off of your wrist as you pad back into the townhouse, completely deserted. 
Eren’s quick to move, shuffling around the kitchen, as you lean against the counter with your head in your hands. 
“Do you want me to get you anything? I’m making ramen but it’s still boiling.” he asks, setting a glass of water by your side. 
“No mushrooms, Eren.” you state, glaring. 
“I remember, Y/N.” he says, so softly that it stings. 
And a few minutes later, the two of you are sitting side by side at the table, with the steaming bowls of ramen in your hands. And the entire events of the say, each stinging thorn in your side, are the only reason you can fathom as to why you talk to Eren, of all people. 
“I feel like I’m trying really hard to be my old self again, Eren.” you state. 
You look over at him and he doesn’t respond, only giving you a nod, like he’s asking you to keep going. 
“I-I want to be how we all used to be. But it’s like that person I was, those feelings I had, they’re all buried somewhere deep in my head and I can’t find it. And I hate to think that she’s gone. That she has no place here anymore.” 
You move your chopsticks around in the bowl, through Eren’s perfectly diced vegetables and sigh. 
“Every person I look at, all I can do is remember everything. How it used to be.” you state. 
Eren looks to his left, at you staring at him with your big, tear filled eyes, and swallows hard. And thinks hard and deep, at everything that’s changed. 
He leans forward, crushing your hand in his own, and hopes that the message gets across to you. And when you lean your head against his shoulder, he’s positive that it does. 
Eren relishes in the one thing that seems to remain. You, sitting next to him. 
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mixtape-racha · 3 months
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freak on a leash - p.js
words: 1.32k // warnings: cussing, unprotected piv, "sir" kink, reader is referred to as "princess" "puppy" "whore" and "bitch", mean dom!jay, brat!reader, established relationship, mentioned enhypen members, this isn't a complete smut but basically the lead up?? beginning??
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you and jay had been dating for a while now - almost two years, actually - and you could’ve sworn blind that you’d never seen him this angry. of course, you absolutely deserved it. spending the entire day riling him up, teasing him and flirting with his friends. god, you even went as far as to flash him your bare cunt at him from beneath your tiny fucking skirt the second you were left alone in heeseung’s living room for more than 5 seconds.
so yeah, you definitely deserved the anger radiating off of his body in waves right now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret what got you here in the slightest.
“you think you’re so funny, don’t you,” jay seethed from across the center console, knuckles turning white at his tight grip on the steering wheel. “so big and clever, just trying to wind me up like i won’t do anything about it.”
you shrugged, a smile teasing the corners of your lips as you watched your boyfriend try to contain his emotions behind the wheel. “yeah, i do, actually. i thought you would’ve gotten better at dealing with this by now… maybe i don’t test you enough, after all.”
he chuckled darkly, kissing his teeth with a raise of his eyebrows. 
“know your limit, y/n. i mean it.”
the drive was silent after that; you, in the passenger seat, proud of your work, and in your own world entirely. jay, on the other hand, was almost pulsing with fury. had he not trained you well enough? surely you knew better than to act like some common whore, in front of his best friends of all people. in all honesty, he’d had more than enough of you walking all over him and thinking you’d get away with no consequences.
the second he had parked the car, you bounced out of your seat, skipping towards the apartment block - seemingly, without a care in the world - but jay knew full well that you were choosing your actions to infuriate him. always a gentleman at heart, he always insisted on opening doors for you and holding your hand when walking across streets or car parks. by taking that away from him, you were just trying to piss him off more. and god knew that he’d had enough of your bullshit.
as soon as the elevator doors had pressed closed, jay had you pinned to the wall by your neck, face so close to yours that his nose was brushing your cheek and his breath was fanning over you. your heart - and, admittedly, your pussy - throbbed at the action. you’d always loved how easily jay could manhandle you, and adding anger to the mix just heightened how good it felt.
“i swear to fucking god, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll listen to me, yeah?” he hissed, other hand coming to grip your hip so tightly that you winced. “when we get in, i’m going to go and get a drink. and when i come back into the bedroom, you better be face down on that mattress, ass up and hands behind your back.”
he released you when the elevator stopped at your floor, and you took the opportunity to get one last dig in at him. 
“and if i don’t?”
he scoffed, leaving you trailing behind him as he walked towards your shared front door and pushed his way into the hallway. “if you don’t.. well, you better prepare to not be allowed anywhere near my cock for at least a week. nor will i touch you, and i know a stupid whore like you would lose their mind over that very quickly, huh?”
you were stunned. jay had joked about putting you on a sex ban a few times throughout your relationship, but only because you were insatiable - never as a punishment. surely, he wouldn’t? god… you didn’t think you wanted to find out if he was serious or not.
by the time you’d shaken yourself out of your trance and into the apartment, jay was already bustling about the kitchen, so you decided it was best to just do as he’d asked of you. you were quick to rid yourself of your sneakers, socks and jumper - leaving you in just a skimpy bralette and your tiny skirt, before crawling onto the bed.
you sat on my knees and waited patiently for jay’s arrival, the tell-tale closing of the cupboard letting you know that he was probably downing a glass of whiskey before dealing with you. your hands fidgeted in their place on your lap, and each second that jay took to come to the bedroom had you going beyond insane.
the door was wedged open so you could see jay coming, and you took a moment to appreciate how fucking good he looked with his hair ruffled and shirt half unbuttoned as he approached the room. however, all it took from him was a single glance in your direction to have you practically throwing yourself across the bed and into the position he wanted.
you knew he was staring at your core, your pussy entirely out on display and you had to fight back the urge to shake your hips, enticing him to come closer. no, that would just rile him up more, and you didn’t know if you could cope with an even bigger punishment than the one you had coming.
a shuffling noise came from behind you, and you felt the mattress dip as jay came to kneel behind you, hands coming to knead at the flesh of your ass.
“oh, so you wanna listen now, hmm?”
words failed out, only a garble of whines leaving your lips as you tried to formulate a response. jay chuckled at you, his hands moving to grip your hips as he ground his bulge against the curve of your ass.
“such a one-minded bitch, aren’t you? would do anything just to have me fucking ruin you like the common whore you are. all you think about is cock, surely i satisfy you better than that?”
you knew better than to bite back at his words, fully aware he was just trying to get you to slip up and have a reason to punish you more. you both were insatiable when it came to one another, and sharing a lot of… well, less than vanilla kinks, made times like this more interesting.
and honestly, jay’s heart swelled at the way you stayed quiet, allowing him to grip your wrists against the base of your spine, the feeling of your ass against him more heavenly than anything you could find in a church. he knew you were his good girl at heart, sometimes you just needed to be reminded of that. and he was more than willing to put you in your place when needed.
“such a pretty little thing, hmm? just needed sir’s attention to calm you down. like a little puppy, aren’t you?”
you whined at his words, your brain quickly turning to mush at the hot blaze his hands left on your skin.
before you could comprehend his actions, jay had pulled away to rid himself of his clothes, and the next thing you felt was his bare cock brushing against your folds.  his tip nudged against your clit and you couldn’t help the way you shivered, hips rolling back against him.
“god, you’re sopping, baby. needed me that bad? how mean of me to keep you waiting like this..” he tsked, causing you to shake your head with a wail.
“not mean– never mean! so good to me, sir, need you so bad.”
you knew he grinned at that, but he indulged you anyway, pushing his tip past your walls and reveling in the way you keened at the sensation.
“gonna fuck you good, princess, i promise. make you forget why you felt the need to act like a brat.”
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serosblunt · 7 months
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BakuSquad Boys: Showering with Them (Pt. 2)
BakuSquad x (Gender-neutral) reader
Characters: Bakugo & Kirishima
Warnings: None really; mentions of nudity and hints at spicier things.
Description: What I imagine showering with these two would be like, from how often they shower to skincare routines and fun little quirks they have :)
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Katsuki’s a neat freak, you’d known that since you’d first met the man. So his personal grooming routine shouldn’t have been any surprise to you. What you weren’t expecting was for him to be quite possibly the most hygienic person you’d ever met in your entire life.
As a general rule, Katsuki preferred showers to baths. He had never been a fan of the idea of just sitting there, floating in dirty water. He feels like he’s never really getting clean.
He’s not opposed to them entirely though. If it’s been a particularly long or arduous day, he’ll drag you into the tub with him, holding you tightly to his chest as you soak silently for a while.
Of course, he then needs a shower afterwards to get rid of those “damn germs.”
Besides his wavering affections with baths, Katsuki showers almost as soon as he feel dirty, but his bare minimum is twice a day. Damn the water bill, in his eyes it’s a necessity.
This is partly due to his quirk relying on the use of his sweat. By the end of his shift, he’s often soaking.
If he can, he’ll shower at the agency, but it feels weird not being in his own environment, with you, ready and waiting to comb his hair.
While he does have his undercut, his dad started balding at quite a young age, and the blond still wants to lose his hair by choice.
He would never admit this to anyone, and he may actually kill them if they found out, but he was incredibly grateful when you introduced the idea of rosemary oil into his routine. He then practically melted when you decided to take over combing through and massaging the oil into his scalp each night, deeming your boyfriend’s yanking of his roots too rough.
While Bakugo has a much more extensive haircare routine then he does skincare routine, that’s not to say that he doesn’t have one at all.
The nature of his quirk often means Katsuki returns home to you with scarred palms and dry skin.
Washing the soot and ash from his face usually happens in his nightly shower, something you have been known to assist with if his hands are blistering or he’s badly hurt that day- this is normally something you have to ascertain for yourself, your boyfriend’s stubbornness often defending his pride a little too well.
But even the explosive blond couldn’t deny that the known universe itself seemed to stand still as your hands ever so softly rubbed at his skin, afraid to hurt him anymore than the world already had.
A hydrating moisturiser is then applied to his face, and burn ointment and vasoline to his hands, as he grumbles about needing yet another pair of gloves.
A small price to pay for being the number two hero.
Katsuki can’t go through a day feeling dirty. He refuses to sit down or touch anything if he has just come back from patrol, and he’d sooner be caught dead then having left the house without showering. He knows from an outside perspective, his habits seem insane and his self-maintenance rigorous. But he can’t help but to let out a chuckle at those thoughts as he’s applying his chapstick for the night, catching a glimpse of your puckered lips in his periphery, demanding your ritualised kiss.
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Ever the gentleman, Kirishima believes it is a man’s duty to stare lovingly (or otherwise if you permit it) at your partner as they’re in your presence, especially if you’re naked.
There is not a single part of your body that this man deems unworthy of being drooled over, kissed over, and otherwise admired until you smack him up the side of the head and call him a perv.
He’s honestly just honoured to even be allowed in the same room as you while you go through your own routine. Genuinely, he’s just in awe of you every moment of every day, and to tell you the truth, he’s not entirely convinced he’s not dating some sort of ancient beauty, the likes of which he could never know or hope to achieve.
Once the red head picks his jaw up from off the floor, having gawked at you a little too long, he’s all about setting the mood.
It doesn’t have to be a special occasion for him to woo you, it just comes naturally to him.
Roughly once a fortnight, sometimes more, you’ll come home from a long day to find the bathtub filled with bubbles, a pair of glasses waiting closely nearby, and an array of scented candles surrounding the already romantic scene.
The first time Eijiro surprised you with it, you begun to cry tears of happiness. The big lug practically had a heart attack right there, thinking he had offended you in some way.
Later, he presented you with a trio of both of your favourite smelling candles- sandalwood and vanilla.
You loved the sandalwood because it smelt like Eijiro, something you missed deeply on his long missions away. And he fell in love with vanilla when he realised how much the calming scent was intertwined in your lives.
To keep the house smelling nice, you’d often boil vanilla among other spices on the stove. To him, vanilla was home, it meant you and him in the place you built together.
So, he had the two scents mixed and made into a set of three custom pillar candles.
You would often look back and smile as you remembered him promising to “always keep them lit for you, and to use them specifically when pampering you and massaging your feet.”
So far Kirishima was yet to break that promise.
The red head didn’t have much of a preference between baths or showers, but being the sturdy hero, he often found he couldn’t fit comfortably in the confined space of a bathtub.
Ultimately, it made no difference as he just viewed the time as an opportunity to hold you close, planting occasional kisses to your forehead before he volunteered to take you through your usual shower routine.
It was through these experiences that your boyfriend learnt your biggest tell- if you ever elected to wash your hair yourself, something was wrong. But no matter, by the end of the night, you were always balled up in his arms, safe and sound.
It took a lot of convincing to get your brick wall of a boyfriend to try using a moisturiser, on both his face and body.
He had some delusion that the hydration would somehow make his quirk less effective, but you insisted his skin was begging for it.
To compromise, you tested his theory on Tetsutetsu, essentially his twin. To Eijiro’s shock, the improved health of his skin actually made his sharp edges even sharper.
You cherished your victory in silence, just happy to have roped him into step one of your planned five-part skincare routine for him.
He was sooo in for it.
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hp-hcs · 1 month
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Can maybe request some slytherin boys with gay awakeing trope? Maybe headcanons or shorts
gay awakening headcanons — mlm! slytherin boys x male! reader
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hella short cause of some ✨personal stuff✨ going on, but i just wanted to get something out 🤷‍♂️
me? blame my shitty writing skills on my current health problems? what no never
❕not proofread❕
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mattheo
immediately has a mental breakdown
identity crisis anyone?
i feel like he would have that panicky gay moment where he realizes that his friend is actually his More Than Friend, ykwim?
like, you just do something innocuous like sling your arm over his shoulders while walking to class and babyboy just FREEZES
the second that happens, he immediately drops out of your life while he freaks out gets his shit together
like, homeboy just deadass vanishes
doesn’t show up to any of his classes
doesn't show up to quidditch practice (draco threatens to kill him for that, cousin or not)
meanwhile you’re just there like 🧍 “what did i do?”
because my lil darlin mattheo cannot healthily express any emotion ever, he would “solve” his problem by just like, purposefully running into you in the halls and kissing your cheek, then just full-on 🏃💨 SPRINTING 🏃💨 away without a word
theo
also has an identity crisis, he’s just better at hiding it
gotta save face, amirite?
but anyways-
you weren’t even doing anything out of the ordinary, you were just hanging out with him in his room and ended up lighting his cigarette for him
that’s it. homeboy is already whipped for ya.
like, straight up simp.
i feel like theo’s a “i’m definitely going to have a panic attack over this at two in the morning, but for now i’m just going to not think and enjoy 😌💅” kind of mentality
just flat out says it
“you know, you look really hot today.”
y/n: 😳😏………..💏💋😘
draco
have you ever had a friend that was so clearly Not Straight but they just kept denying it for years before finally coming out?
well that’s draco <3
you were at a party and agreed to join some kind of kissing game
like, spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven, post office…
(does anybody actually still play post office?)
and obviously, you both end up having to kiss each other duh
homeboy is not doing well
but not in a “what?? i don’t know what’s going on!!” kind of way
in a “ah shit my friends were right every time they called me gay, fuck” kind of way <3
immediately start dating after the party and everyone’s like 🤨👀
blaise
i feel like blaise already knew/suspected, but just didn’t have the vocabulary to describe his sexuality, ykwim?
i’m getting pansexual vibes frfr
could not give less of a fuck
is just like “shit alright, d'you wanna make out then?”
i mean……..it’s not like you’re gonna say no
this man. tHIS MAN. he’d be such a gentleman omfg
also i’m not gonna say sugar daddy but sugar daddy
would absolutely buy you anything you even looked at. you looked at a ten thousand galleon wristwatch in a luxury store? it’ll be on your bed waiting for you by the time you get home
if anyone was homophobic or wtv, he wouldn’t beat them up per se, but he would do something unnecessarily extra, like wear a dress and makeup just to be like “wdym? we’re a straight couple, obviously”
(he would tell his friends about the homophobe though, and they wouldn’t be quite as composed and respectful as him 👊😠🩸😵😵‍💫)
enzo
this man seriously does not care
like, he’s just like “oh i’m queer? hahah that’s crazy”
this man has no qualms about asking you out in the middle of class in front of everyone
like, in the middle of potions or smth he’d just be like “y/n, wanna go get dinner sometime?”
and you’re like “…aren’t you straight?” 🧍
enzo: “who knows? not me! does saturday at eight work?”
he’s so silly goofy i just love him sm
this boy would be a hella fine kisser, i just know it
WOULD ASK YOU TO THE YULE BALL 🕺🕺
AND WOULD GET YOU GUYS MATCHING BOUTONNIÈRES 💐
regulus
“ah shit i owe the boys twenty galleons, fuck”
resigned, more than anything
he can’t even come out, either cause like, what would that even be?
“guys, i have to tell you something……i’m gay”
“yep. what do you have to tell us??”
you asked him out cause you thought he was gay
and he was just like 😳🤨🤷‍♂️🙂👍
you guys went to fortescue’s!!! 🍦🍨🍧
(he’s def a mint chocolate chip kind of guy i’m just saying)
y’all end up being like, the it couple at hogwarts i don’t make the rules
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mytheoristavenue · 8 months
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TMNT 2012 Raphel Hamato x Reader - Give Me a Chance
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Summary: After Raph watches your date with a classmate go south, he makes sure not to waste you getting all dolled up.
Warnings: Inuendo, angst, fluff, lime, possessive!Raph, overprotective!Leo, sheltered!Reader, rebounding, lust, sad/desperate!Reader, perv!Raph
You weren’t capable of letting down your smile. There was just no way, you were too excited. After months of subliminal flirting, bashful compliments, and loaning pencils, the cute guy in your comp sci class had finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier. 
Carefully, you drug the felt tip of your lipgloss wand across your bottom lip, pursing and puckering to spread the shimmer evenly. Glancing down at your phone, you read the time and beamed again. You’d have just enough time to put on some earrings and shoes before having to leave. After doing so, you did a once-over in the mirror, twirling and giggling at the way the hem of your dress flew outwards. Suddenly, as if to rain on your parade, your phone began to buzz, shimmying around in its spot on your bed.
You were expecting to see the name of the gentleman you were meeting tonight, probably calling to cancel your evening plans. The name of your ‘eldest brother’ scrolling sideways across the screen brought you little relief, though. If the boys found out about your date, no doubt they’d try to interfere.
“Hello?” you answered cautiously, pacing through your living room.
“Where are you right now?” Leo’s stern voice rang out through the speaker.
“Home, why?” you asked, secretly impatient as you checked the time. Now you were definitely going to be late. 
“Hang tight, I’m on my way.” The announcement was so sudden that you hardly had time to react but blurted out a flustered opposition.
“N-No, I have a date!” Silence befell his end and you began to wonder if the line had gone dead or he’d maybe lost signal somehow. 
“A date?!” Leo furiously sprang back to life. “With who?!”
“The guy I told you about the other day…?” you murmured, hoping he could recall the conversation well enough for you to avoid elaborating.
“You didn’t tell he’d asked you out!” He pressed further, irritated at your lack of communication. 
“I knew you’d freak out!” you reasoned, a distressed tremble in your voice. “And besides, I didn’t think it was your business!”
“Your safety is our business,” Leo argued, stony as ever. “(Y/N), you know the rules.” The ‘rule’ in question forbade you from doing most things that required you to leave your home unless for school, or to visit the lair; on the few occasions you were allowed to, you were to wear bland clothes. Nothing attention-grabbing like the low cute, crimson red spaghetti strapped cocktail dress you now wore. “There’s no way you can be discrete in that dress, what if someone sees you and follows you home or worse-”
“Please, Leo!” you suddenly interjected. “I rarely ever leave get to do anything and I really like this guy! Please just let me do this one thing!”
The eldest sibling paused for a moment as if taken back, before finally sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Do you promise to be careful? Call us if anything- and I mean anything- goes wrong?”
“I swear, Leo!” You promised, holding your fists tightly to your chest, likely to keep your heart from beating out of it as you waited for his response. 
“Fine,” he reluctantly submitted, shaking his head on the other end. “Have fun and be careful, okay?”
“I will, thank you so much!” You squealed, excitedly stomping in place before abruptly hanging up, presumably to be on your way.
Rolling his eyes and pivoting to return to his training in the dojo, Leo froze when he noticed Raph standing in the doorway to said room, peridot eyes zeroed in on the exit. Before the older knew it, he was being passed by as the other turtle prepared to leave. “Don’t follow her,” Leo warned knowingly, crossing his arms as his younger brother bustled about the room to gather his things. “This is a terrible idea and you know it.”
“Leo’s right, Raph,” Don piped up, exiting the lab and trekking to the kitchen, empty mug in hand. “You know how she gets, there’s no way this is gonna end well for you.” The first pair both glanced up at the new player in the conversation before going back to it. “I’m just sayin’ I speak from personal experience,” the brainiest turtle continued, pouring his umpteenth cup of coffee for the day and stirring additives into it. “Give her some space, man.”
For just a moment, the hotheaded brother halted, taking his family’s advice into account, before ultimately deciding that, he wouldn’t heed it. “Yeah, whatever. You guys don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” he grumbled, continuing his descent down the stairs toward the exit of the lair. 
Obviously, the others didn’t know you the way he did, he thought. They didn’t know how clumsy and gullible you could be, how badly you needed his guardianship. That's what he told himself anyway, it would be much too embarrassing for him to admit that the real reason he was following you out on this date was to pretend that the guy you were going out with was him.
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You stifled a giggle, kicking your legs beneath the table and clenching the rusty satin of your dress in your fists, all in an attempt to calm yourself before your date arrived. Admittedly, you were a tiny bit disappointed to find that your date was nowhere to be seen, even though you were five minutes late yourself. Nonetheless, you got a table for the two of you, ordered a pair of waters and an appetizer, then waited. The tantalizing smell of garlic bread enticed you as it sat untouched in the middle of the table. You thought it was probably bad etiquette to start eating without your date.
Minutes ticked by as your throat became more and more parched- no doubt a product of your constant nervous swallowing. Surely, it wouldn’t be too rude to sip your drink while you wait. Before you realized it, your glass was nearly empty and a waitress was at your side offering a refill. She glanced down at you with a sympathetic smile that you didn���t quite understand at the time before turning and hurrying away. Another check of the time revealed your gentleman caller to now be nearly fifteen minutes that, though to you it felt more like thirty. Screw this, you were hungry.
One basket of bread and another refill later and you found yourself obsessively checking your phone for any word from him, only to find yourself sorely disappointed every time. You were very rapidly beginning to lose hope, when suddenly, your phone vibrated, dancing about on the table. You hastily checked it to find a text from the man of the hour:
“Sorry, can’t make it tonight. Sick.”
You hadn’t even noticed the tears well up in your eyes until you felt them roll off your chin. Even though he’d excused himself as ill, you still felt so…unwanted, so cast aside. Shuddering, you instantly flagged down the waitress, desperately trying to conceal your hurt. You just wanted to pay out and go home.
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From a nearby rooftop, Raph watched the entire scene unfold with glossy eyes. It almost reminded him of the pilot to a show you’d made him sit through last summer, only this wasn’t a sitcom. This would likely have a lasting effect on your self-esteem. 
He was a little relieved when you finally stood up and stormed out of the restaurant, frantically wiping tears away with your wrist. You were a bullet train now, racing down the avenue needing to get home as fast as possible. Startled, Raph jumped to his feet, seeing his time to intercept you being diced into seconds. In the blink of an eye, he was on the wet pavement of a sketchy alleyway, stalking behind as your figure darted between cars and tall structures. 
Suddenly, he halted in his pursuit of you- what would you say if you found him following you? There was a good chance you wouldn’t just fall helplessly in his arms like he hoped you would. Was there a way he could surprise you and sweep you off your feet without letting you in on his possessive tendencies?
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Wailing, you barged into the lobby of your apartment complex, face hidden in your shoulder as you blew past the doorman, cutting his greetings short. Too embarrassed to sit in anyone’s presence long enough for the elevator to arrive, you burst through the stairwell door, clumsily speeding up them, tripping all the while and crawling back up yourself. After falling up four flights, you finally reached your floor and bolted for the exit, fantasizing about the way your plush bedding would envelop you in security. Still sniveling, but with sanctuary within reach, you shoved your key into the lock and threw the front door open, only to fall forward into the apartment dramatically, catching yourself before gravity could take over.
Exhausted, you haphazardly tossed your belongings onto the floor, shedding layers and accessories as you traversed the space. Heels in the hall, purse on the couch, and earrings on the kitchen island, you finally reached the bedroom in only your red cocktail dress, dainty necklace, and smudged makeup. As your fingers gripped the door handle you stopped, smelling something smokey, possibly with a floral hint. Alert to a possible intruder, you raised your guard and prepared for the worst before gently pushing the door and letting it creak open on its own.
Beyond the door, Raph lounged on your bed, waiting for you to arrive home. Surrounding him were throw blankets and pillows, an open take-out box with a steaming pizza, piled with your favorite toppings, and a rose-scented candle burning on the nightstand. Illuminating it all was your television, set on the menu screen of your favorite childhood film, the remote control resting on his chest. “Welcome home,” he said cooly, voice full of gravel, but a languid smile speaking volumes. You couldn’t hold back the sobs that poured from your throat as you lurched forward, collapsing against him.
Raph went rigid beneath you, having been concealing his anxiety about your reaction for quite a while. As you heaved and wept against him, he eased back into you and slowly wrapped you in his arms, hushing your woes. “Dollface, what’s the matter?” he asked carefully as if he didn’t already know.
“Leo was right,” you shuddered. “I never should have gone out with that stupid prick!”
“A date, so that’s where ya been?” Raph asked lightheartedly, pushing you away by your shoulders so he could see your face. “No wonder you’re all prettied up.” Your heart skipped a beat at his words and blood rushed to your face. “Now tell me who that asshole is and what he did to you.” 
“H-He…” you sniffled, sitting up fully on your knees and in between his. God, you looked so vulnerable in that position, and the way the ruching of your dress pulled your waist in- That wasn’t the point. “He just never showed up…” you muttered weakly. “He didn’t tell me he was sick ‘til way after he was supposed to be there…” You couldn’t keep yourself from crumbling again, falling back into his arms. 
“Shhh…” he cooed, scaly hand caressing your shuddering back. “I got ya, babe, it’s okay.” What seemed to be hours passed with him simply holding you as you cried when you finally spoke again, albeit in a quiet and broken tone. 
“R-Raph, do you think I’m pretty…?” 
“My God, babe, is that even a question?” he suddenly snorted, prompting you to erect yourself to gain distance from him. He could plainly see the hurt in your eyes as you loomed over him, though his eyes were elsewhere- darting all over your body and eating you up. “Like seriously, how honest do you want me to be, 'cause we’ll be here all night.”
“I don’t want you to lie…” you answered, anxiety bubbling up in your blood. 
“I mean where do I start?” he laughed, hands ghosting over your hips, but never actually making contact. “You got these perfect hips and that pretty face, tight ass,” he smirked as you flustered more and more above him, eyelids becoming heavy with want. “You’re a total fox baby.” he dazzled, finally laying his hands on you. “I always wanted to make you feel pretty, just give me a chance baby and I swear, you won’t ever doubt yourself again.” You felt dizzy under all his attention. You’d always had a feeling Raph had a crush on you, but you never would have thought him so passionate. Gradually and instinctually, you leaned closer to him, hazily sealing your lips against his, humming lightly. Kissing him felt so natural, and so necessary, neediness taking you whole.
“(Y/N), I love you,” he confessed, eyes trained on your lips as he parted from you. You weren’t entirely sure whether or not to believe him, as everything around you moved so fast but you felt so special… “So whadaya say, dollface? We got food, your favorite movie, and all night…” he persuaded you, pulling you closer into his lap. “I can help ya get changed into something a little more comfy if ya want...”
Finally, your painted lips curled into a beaming grin and tears pricked your eyes once more, this time for overwhelming joy. “Okay, let’s do it.”
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suzukiblu · 24 days
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WIP excerpt for @qwertynerd97; the one where Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! Cut for length.
“Sure,” Lynn says, and Billy gets up and thinks to himself–okay, if they’ve got a few minutes before they need to leave . . . 
“There’s one thing,” he says, then ducks into the hall and into the linen closet where he hid Tawky’s stuffed animal form, ‘cause he wasn’t really sure if Lynn would feel outnumbered meeting them both at once, and also wasn’t sure if Kid Flash’s parents would have opinions about wild animals in the apartment and all. Not that Tawky’s wild, obviously–Tawky is a respectable gentleman! But some people don’t understand that, so it just seemed smarter to avoid the issue for now. He didn’t want to make the first time Lynn met Tawky weird or awkward. 
Tawky’s the best. Billy definitely doesn’t want Lynn to get a bad first impression of him because somebody else doesn’t get that. 
“. . . what thing?” Lynn asks after a moment. Billy brushes Tawky’s fur into careful order, because he knows Tawky hates to look messy, then straightens his little bow tie and nice tweed cardigan for him even though they don’t really need it. Tawky wanted to look nice today, for meeting Lynn and all. Billy understood, so he got the magic to make him something to wear too, and he thinks Tawky looks really gentlemanly and refined! 
“I can introduce you, if you’re ready to come out?” he offers, taking Tawky back down the hall and out into the living room with him. It’s not a great time for Tawky to turn into his real form, since they’re indoors and Batman might get the wrong idea about a full-sized tiger suddenly showing up, and also none of the furniture is really gonna fit him at full-size either. Billy makes a mental note to buy more beanbag chairs when they can. He’ll have to ask Batman where he got the ones that’re already here, so they’ll match and all. Or at least be complementary, anyway? He really wants the apartment to look nice for Lynn. 
He hopes Lynn and Tawky get along. Tawky’s his best friend, and Lynn’s his kid, so it’d really suck if they didn’t. And Tawky’s great, and he’s already sure Lynn is too, so he’d hate for them to miss out on making . . . friends, he guesses? 
Well, maybe that’s a little weird. Not that Lynn doesn’t already have a lot of older friends, and obviously Billy does too, but if they’re all gonna be living together, welllll . . . 
Lynn comes out into the hall and Billy brightens reflexively and grins over at him. Lynn’s still wearing the same Superman T-shirt and stuff, but his backpack’s gone. Billy feels pretty good about that. He never felt safe enough in new foster homes to leave his backpack anywhere, no matter who else was in it. Lynn doesn’t have the same experience, obviously, but it’s still reassuring that he’s at least comfortable enough to leave his bag unattended. 
Also, hopefully means he’s not planning to sneak off and run away when they go out. 
“Introduce me to who?” Lynn asks, folding his arms across his chest and looking uncomfortable. 
“This is your Uncle Tawky!” Billy introduces cheerfully, holding Tawky out to him. Lynn stares at him. Then he stares at Billy. 
“. . . a stuffed tiger?” he says slowly. 
“He’s a gentleman,” Billy reassures him, still holding Tawky out to let them both get a good look at each other. He and Tawky already talked about both being careful not to scare Lynn, since they didn’t think he’d be used to tigers or know if Cadmus would’ve told him anything about them. And Lynn’s really little, so he might get freaked out easier than an actual sixteen year-old would, Billy figures. 
. . . well, he guesses actual sixteen year-olds get freaked out by tigers too, depending on the situation? But Lynn’s invulnerable, sooooo . . . kind of hard to guess either way? 
Better safe than sorry, Tawky had said, and Billy had decided that made sense. It’s not like Tawky minds being a stuffed animal, anyway, and a stuffed tiger definitely fits into the apartment better than a thousand-pound one would. And maybe Lynn will like having a stuffed animal around anyway, since he’s technically a baby and all. He’s probably never had one, right? And Tawky really does give the best hugs. 
“. . . Uncle Tawky,” Lynn says, glancing warily at Tawky again. 
“Oh, he’s not your literal uncle,” Billy clarifies. He probably should’ve been clearer about that, considering. “Like I said, I don’t actually have any family or anything except you and my uncle, and he’s awful. But Tawky’s not like that at all! He’s my best friend.” 
“. . . you know how old I am, right?” Lynn asks skeptically, raising an eyebrow at him. 
“Yeah,” Billy says, giving him a puzzled look at the question. Lynn’s four days old. Or almost four days old, anyway. Billy figures the in-pod time was more like an in-utero situation, considering. He’s not sure why Lynn’s asking him that right now, though? 
“. . . . . . right,” Lynn says, then reaches out and very gingerly takes Tawky from him. He holds him kind of awkwardly, so Billy figures he was right about Lynn never having a stuffed animal before. It’s great that they’re already getting along, though! He didn’t think Lynn would want to hold Tawky right away. He seems kind of . . . reserved? Shy? 
Maybe both, really. 
“He can stay in your room, if you want,” Billy offers. “He’ll protect you!”
“. . . sure,” Lynn says, looking mystified as he looks down at Tawky again. Billy figures it’s just the whole thing with not having had a stuffed animal before and beams encouragingly at him. 
“Great!” he says happily, clapping his hands together once. He knows Lynn’s invulnerable, obviously, but he’ll just feel a lot better knowing Tawky’s around to help keep an eye on Lynn whenever he’s busy with Justice League missions and Champion of Magic duties. Plus Tawky’s really good at eating nightmares and stuff like that? And nightmares suck for little kids, so Billy thinks that’ll probably help too. 
He's so glad they’re already getting along.
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jaylaxies · 10 months
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this is a little vague BUT what's the kink you'd assign the boys in the enha hyung line if you had to choose one for each; i'm literally so new and feel like you'd give me and my thoughts a great push into the right direction 😭🤞🏼
ohmygod this is wild cause one kink always connects them to another but here are some thoughts 😋
HEESEUNG: corruption kink and exhibitionism
heeseung is someone who loves to go for the innocent ones, seeing how they are completely clueless about everything and so, him being a gentleman would do everything to help. he can start off by teaching you how to kiss and his lessons would end by him teaching you how to ride a cock, his cock to be specific.
he also likes to tease you in public, whether it be in a restaurant (where he’d finger you under the table) or at a local picnic spot (where he’d have you pushed against a tree with your dress lifted up just enough for him to see his cock going deep in your pussy), when it comes to heeseung, he’s down to have fun anywhere.
rest members are under the cut!
JAY: breeding kink and strength kink
jay might be someone who’s always careful about sex but he can’t deny how fucking hot it feels to have your walls clench around him when he fills your pussy up with his warm cum, fucking it back into your pussy when he sees it dripping down your thigh, he also loves to whisper in your ear about how pretty you look full of him cum.
he also loves to show off his strength, he’d even take you to his gym just to flex his muscles for you. not only that, he’d use it well in the bedroom when he picks you up and manhandles your body, changing your positions just as he pleases only to shove his cock into your pussy and filling it up over and over.
JAKE: voyeurism and high heels (i’ll explain)
jake is someone i see as a freak, he’s shameless, he loves to stare with that sluttery expression on his face, the one where he bites his lip while putting his hand inside his jeans and stroking his cock as he sees your naked body from a distance. he loves to go to dance bars to see pretty people performing for him as he fucks his fist through it all.
he’s so into seeing you with high heels on, he’d probably take all your clothes off but won’t let you take your heels off. he’d probably love for you to step on his abs with your high heels on, it would get him so hard, it might also be his breaking point as he’d cum right on spot.
SUNGHOON: choking and biting kink
he’s got the prettiest hands, they would help you with a lot of things, namely, he can massage your tits with them, he can play with your clit and also fuck your pussy by burying his fingers deep in you. however, he’d love to see your fucked out expression when he wraps his pretty fingers around your neck, blocking your supply of air just enough for you to find it pleasurable. it might get better if you’re being a brat and he’s punishing you with his cock inside you as he chokes you while thrusting into you, deep.
another thing about him is that he’s got the prettiest fangs, which would be helpful to fulfill his biting fantasies. if you pair it up with his jealousy and possessiveness then you’ll also get his marking kink alongside biting kink. just know that your body will be full of his marks, as he’d claim you his.
tagging: @celeste-hoon for helping me out with this <33
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enhalov · 2 months
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𝗘𝗻𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗔𝘀 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗕𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 { 𝑠𝑓𝑤 ; 𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤}
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ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏғ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ . ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ғᴏʀ ʜʏᴜɴɢ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ . ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ᴘʟᴢ ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ .
✰ warnings - ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴍᴅɴɪ
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Heeseung
Firstly I think he will be kinda shy to make convos with you . Like can't keep looking at you while you both talk because boy is shyyyy . If someone says No he flirts with engenes and is so confident on stage ? That is his persona but irl he's an introvert . The type to be a little bit dramatic and unhinged. He’d rather die than hear you call him by his name. To heeseung calling him by his name means that you’re treating him as though he were any other person when he isn’t . He is your boyfriend and he needs to hear pet names from your sweet voice. The soft, gentle mumble of ‘baby, darling, honey,’ is all he seeks to hear from you and he practically crumbles against the gentle caress of your hand on his cheek when you refer to him by a pet name. During the time when he is away in tour he’d insist you attach a photo of you with every message you send him , whether it’s you on a night out with friends or just simply going for grocery shopping , he has to get his fill of you.
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Jongseong
The aunty's pick . You can't change my mind in this . Like common he's practically the definition of gentleman. A cute in streets and freak in sheets. He constantly tells you that you’re his everything and that all he does is for you and only you. He was the first one to say, ‘I love you,’ in the relationship. He would probably say it very quickly as he had known he loved you before the two of you dated, but he’s entirely fine with you wanting to take your time in dissecting your feelings for him. The type to take care of you and putting on a guardian role for you .
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Jake
If anyone is boyfriend coded, it's Jaeyun . Anytime he would find himself stuck on a question, he would sigh happily and waddle towards you to ask !! Anytime he sees you are having a trouble or when he picks up something is up with you and putting all his focus on you . He is the type of boyfriend who smiles in amusement at the look of you. When Jake falls in love, the person he is infatuated with and the things in relation to them is the only thing that remains in his mind.
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Sunghoon
Sunghoon would be so happy once you begin warming up to the band members . His favourite people loving his favourite person? It’s his dream come true and as soon as he sees you bickering with Jake and Niki having long and insightful discussions with Jay and heeseung and casually hanging around sunoo and jungwon . He knows he’s going to be with you for a very, very long time. He’ll make sure of it, he decides then. The type to spend so much money on little accessories for you like bracelets , rings and accidentally buying two of each ? Hahha . Sunghoon you are not that sneaky if you think you are !!
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ɴsғᴡ ᴍᴅɴɪ
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Heeseung
He is slow with you, peppering you with small kisses. thrusting slowly in you before gradually fucking you like how you want to be fucked "You like that, hm?" He is never the one to tease you in bed but seeing you all open to him sparks something in him that he can't explain, all he knows is that he's feeling good. "Let me make you feel good baby" . Remember how i told you he's slow with you at first but after seeing you taking him so well he will fuck you until your shaking from your orgasm and squirting. Slapping his cock on your pussy as your hips buck forward. "Aww, look at you, all of this because of me?" Heeseung teases before patting his cock on your wet pussy. "We ought to do this more, hm?" you nod ever so slightly to which he chuckles at. "Alright, lets get you cleaned up now."
Jake
He jerks off while allowing you to ride his hand as he rubs circles on your clit. "Oh wow... this is nice.." he whispers, watching you stroke his dick with your hand while he rubs circles on your clit. "Oh please.. Jake just get on with it." you whine, jake smirks and nods, "anything for you." Also who pounds your pussy after a long day without seeing you, he just missed this pretty pussy of his. "D'you know how much i've missed you? Huh? Missed this pretty pussy." Jake bucks his hips forward as he slams into your cunt and he doesn't stop, he just missed you so much, he missed being inside of you. You'll be good a girlfriend and allow him to, hm ?
Sunghoon
As long as he shows he's all confident but surprisingly shy during your first time having sex, he's quiet at first but after you ride him he's whimpering and panting, he can only look at you in awe as you ride him "Shy? Why are you shy?" you question while straddling his lap, your hands on his shoulders as you smirk from his flustered face. "I-im, because.. it's my first time you know.." he mumbles as he turns his head away from embarrassment. You place your finger on his chin and make him look at you, "don't be shy, let me make you feel good. I promise I will.." you coo. Also who holds your hand as he pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy, he just wants to hold hands while doing something intimate with you "Here, hold my hand pretty" he says – in a sweet tone as if he wasn't fingering you harshly – as he intertwines his hands with yours. "God you're so cute."
Jongseong
Just wants to be soft with you although most times it turns into a heaty session. Loves to make out before having sex with you or during, as long as his lips are on yours that's all that matters..making out with you before having passionate sex is his favourite thing to do. "I love you so, so much y/n.." he whispers before ghosting your lips to which you smile at before kissing him, for real this time. Who watches as his cum drips out of your pussy, admiring it before fucking you again and again, pulling his dick out just to see his cum drip out of you. "Oh would you look at that.." he whispers, fingers prodding and stretching your pussy to see his cum dripping out of your fluttering hole. "So cute" he coos, he could not wait to do that again.
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Can I pls request a dom eddie munson x bratty reader
“Come Again?”
(18+ MDNI)
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A/N: This was fun!! I may have gotten a little carried away lol 😅 Hope you liked it and thank you for the request ❤️
Summary: You feel the need to act out if it means getting your boyfriend to finally do something about your behavior.
Word Count: 3.8k+
Warnings: smut, graphic language, belt used as leash and cuffs, use of “master” and “sir”, use of “princess”, humiliation/degradation kink, sex toys (vibrating sex saddle, dildo, gag), reader is used as a footrest for a moment, male masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), cum eating, dacryphilia, corruption/innocence kink, sadistic!mean!eddie, bitchy!reader, kissing/french kissing, overstimulation, delayed orgasm, rough handling, hair pulling, eddie speaks to reader’s dad over the phone during sexual act, some aftercare
You’ve been called all the names in the book: goody-goody, Saint Mary, teacher’s pet. To sum it up, you’re a good girl. Never one to talk back or disobey rules. You had this kind of innocence about you that naturally people would want to protect. From your friends cautiously tiptoeing around topics about raunchy sex to your boyfriend handling you as if your made of glass…you’ve had enough!
You craved the moments where you get to put your foot down. Where you got to say ‘no’ without offending anyone. Where you got to curse, fuck, and live without the care to ruin your prettily perfect reputation.
Dating Eddie, you were sure that the image of you would shift. The good girl gone bad. You anticipated the moments he’d show you new things. The kind of things that would make father’s question their daughter’s taste in men. But no. He’s a gentleman. Even your father approved of him!
And despite the constant looks and whispers you’d get whenever people saw you two holding hands, they’d know that even he didn’t have the guts to corrupt you.
It must’ve been some reason he’d been drawn to your innocence. It had to. Because if not, then why you? He could have any girl that would have appreciated his same interests. Yet, he chose you when you were all the things he’s against. Popular, perfect, prudish and punctual. Mini skirts and magazines. Teddy Bears and Tiaras. It must’ve been something in you that he wished to defile and ravish.
It’s not like he wasn’t capable of doing such things. You’ve heard the stories about Eddie “The Freak” Munson. About what a sex god he is or how twisted he can be in bed. And it certainly wasn’t lost you the way his jaw clenches whenever you’d bend over in front of him. Or how he’d occupy his hands by fondling with the band of his watch just to keep himself from going far with you.
Tonight, this will change. You planned on raising your stick in a newfound confidence to poke at the beast that hibernated within him. No regrets. No holding back.
Earlier, Eddie passed you a note during Biology, letting you know that he had the place to himself. You rolled your eyes knowing that it was probably going to be another tame movie night. Nonetheless, you accepted his invitation with a motive in mind.
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“I’m thinking Sixteen Candles or The Princess Bride,” He says holding up the two vhs tapes. “Personally, I’m thinking the Princess Bride because I love a good adventure.”
“Oh, really?” You say in feigned excitement before mumbling to yourself. “You could’ve had me fooled.”
“We’ll go with the Sixteen Candles. I think it’s up your alley.” Eddie goes for the vcr when you lay a hand on his shoulder, halting him. He sinks back down on the couch, eyes on you.
“I wanna watch something scary,” You bat your eyes. “Can we?”
“You sure you can handle it?” He asks, putting a hand to your knee.
You nearly scoffed aloud but instead you keep up your flirtatious nature. “Pleaseee. I can handle it.” You add in a lip bite and you catch his eye flicker down at your lips then back in your eyes.
“Okay.” He whispers, eyes foggy and voice dazed as if catch by your spell. “We could watch Halloween.”
You smiled. “Sounds good.”
Once he’d put in the tape in the vcr, he settles back beside you. A small gap between you. You weren’t exactly paying attention only focusing on the scarier parts as an excuse to nuzzle closer and closer towards him. You were sure he could feel your hardening nipples through your thinly woven top, grazing against his shoulder.
Then, you hear it. That heavy breathing. Unmistakably, you knew he was now riled up. No doubt that he’s getting harder and harder.
“Eddie…” You whispered in his ear, taking his attention away from the movie.
He swallows hard. “Uh-huh.”
You lean in for a kiss. He’s stiff at first but eventually kissing you back, slipping his tongue in your mouth. You’d broken one seal. You and Eddie have never frenched before. Why hadn’t you thought of this sooner? God, he’s so amazing at it. His thick tongue was freakishly long, winning the battle for dominance. The appendage flickers, licking at your tongue before shoving it once more in your mouth. He cups your face in the process of deepening the kiss. Your hands searching for his, placing one over a breast.
He lurches himself away, the connection of saliva between you breaking. You’re left baffled by the action.
“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, nervously. “I got carried away.”
You seethe. You wanted to throw a tantrum, to curse him into next week, to break things. Instead, you let your true nature surface.
“Frankly, I just think you’re much too much of a pussy to do anything, anyways.” You say, crossing your arms and turning away from him.
You can tell you’d surprised him the language you used. You sounded pretty mean, too. Something he wasn’t used to with you.
“Come again?” He asks, confused yet still just as surprised.
“Nevermind,” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m wanna go home. Take me home.”
You grab your purse, hurriedly standing up from your seat. “He’ll think again for wasting my time?” You thought to yourself.
Just as you grab the door open, Eddie slams a hand on the frame, closing it shut again. You yank at the knob then turn to face him again.
“Let me go.” You demand.
“I don’t think you heard me, princess,” His voice a dark tone, you weren’t familiar with. You were both turned on and frightened. “I want you to say it to me again.”
“Why should I? It’s not like you’ll do anything about it. I hear the things they’ve said about you around school. Rumors are just rumors I guess because you’re vanilla as. fuck.” You punctuated by pulling yourself up from the door frame to look defiantly in his eyes.
His pupils dart side to side, scanning your face. A stoic frown slowly creeping into a large smile then into a wicked laugh. “Where the fuck is this coming from?”
Your nose scrunches up in the kind of anger that takes up every muscle in face to form an expression. He places a finger under your chin, tilting your head up some more.
“My good girl still there?” He asks with a mocking smile.
“Take. Me. Home.” But that was the furthest thing you wanted him to do. You wanted to provoke him further. You were almost there.
“Why should I…” He trails the finger down your neck. “…when you were so eager to stay?”
“What exactly will you do with me then? Because you sure as hell wouldn’t touch me. You’d probably just stare at me. I’m no different than a piece of furniture to you except at least they’ve gotten more action.”
“So I’m the bad guy for wanting to take things slow with you? Because I wanted to spare you from that side of me? Do you have any idea how much I’ve restrained myself from taking you in all the ways I’ve imagined?”
“I never asked you to do that. You may think of me as some second coming of Virgin Mary but I’ll have you know I have plenty of experience. I thought having you as my boyfriend would teach me some new things. Guess it’s actually me that has to do the teaching.”
Eddie finds you awfully amusing like this. He can’t help it but to laugh, shaking his head at you. “I wonder what your friends would think if they heard you speaking this way. Oh, I’d pay to see the reaction of father dearest hearing his daughter begging to be fucked.”
“I don’t care what they think.”
“I think you do,” He sighs, slipping the belt around the loops of his jeans in one fluid motion. “If you want me to let out my true desires for you…I will. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Strip.”
“I don’t want to.” You were really playing into the role. It was almost natural to you.
“I don’t give a fuck what you want,” He growls. “Strip. Now.”
You felt a shiver go down your spine. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you in any way you wouldn’t like, but the bass in his voice was enough to make you obey.
With your eyes never once leaving his face, chest rising and falling, you strip off your clothing slowly. He makes it his mission to follow where ever your hands would go, licking his lips as if a predator to its prey.
When you got to your panties, Eddie reaches for your hand, stopping your actions. He slides your hand between your legs, guiding you to move them to the side. With his hands over yours, he guides two fingers inside you. You gasp. He’s using your hand as if a puppet, pumping your fingers into you until he carefully retreats them and raises them in the air to study.
Just as he thought: you were glistening wet.
“We haven’t even begun yet, princess. You really that wet, already?” He asks, voice strained with lust.
Your attempts to protest falls on deaf ears, when he takes your fingers and slips them into his mouth, swirling his tongue expertly around then suckles on them.
“Mmm.” He moans, eyes closed to savor your taste.
The vibrations went straight to your core causing you to flood your panties some more. You shudder which brings his attention back to you.
He smiles, letting go of your hand. “You’re so pathetic. You gonna cum, baby?”
“Fuck you.” You bite.
“Thanks for offering. But I don’t think you deserve it tonight, let alone letting you cum.”
“Then, why the fuck am I here?”
“Turn around and I’ll tell you.” Eddie says, doing a “spinny” move with his finger.
“I’m not sure I trust turning my back on you.”
“Smart girl,” He comments. “But you’re in my territory now. You do as I say. That means no more back talk unless you want to be left on the brink of an unreachable orgasm for a week.”
He wasn’t kidding either. You’ve heard the legends of girls who’ve been punished this way by him. To this day, they aren’t the same.
“Fine.” You grumble, facing your back to him.
You waited a moment for him to do something, the anticipation killing you. His hands clasp your shoulders finally and it makes you jump. You talked a big game only to be this jittery around him. You mentally cursed yourself.
His large hands slide down your arm until he’s reached your wrists, bringing them behind you. With the belt in hand, he ties it around your wrists, tight enough for you to struggle all you want but loosening was not an option.
Eddie’s lips brush your ear. “Get on your knees.”
You lower yourself, clumsily. He walks around you so that he’s looking down at your eyes again. “I’ll be right back with some gifts. Don’t go anywhere, okay.” He smiles, mockingly then jogs to his room.
Not long after he returns with a prettily wrapped pink box, sets it down in front of you. “Open your gift.”
“How am I supposed to do that?” You say, turning your body a little to remind him of your tied hands.
“With that mouth of yours, silly,” He crouches down beside you. “Tear it with your teeth.”
Of course, you listen. You didn’t even think humiliation would be something you’re into but here you were throbbing with need. Leaning over the box, you hover your mouth over it, sinking your teeth in and ripping at the paper.
He looks you up and down, every now and then a sadistic smile plasters on his face. “That’s the good girl I know,” He pets your head. “You listen well when you wish to be filled.”
Once you’d gotten most of the wrapping out the way, he takes over. Removing the lid from the box, you spot some strange items that forces you to look visibly lost before him.
“What’s wrong? Not familiar? No worries I knew the guys you messed with wouldn’t no anything about this. I’ll show you all that I know since you’re so desperate for it,” He holds up a ball gag. “These are all items I’ve purchased for my collection of all the things I’d use on you. I was gonna save it for our 6 month’s anniversary but you had to be greedy. This…is a gag. Exactly what you need to shut the fuck up.”
“You couldn’t pay me to wear it.”
“Good thing, I’m not paying you,” He retorts, then hold up a bigger item. It was in all black, a remote control beside it. Now that’s caught your attention. “This is a vibrator saddle. You straddle it and ride off to the sunset except that won’t happen until I say you can. It even comes with an additional gift you can add onto it.”
He holds up an attachable dildo in hand. “You can ride this while the vibrating pad work it’s attention on your clit.”
“You’re going to use that on me?”
“Yep, everything in here,” He says, proudly. “Now what was that thing you said about being like furniture? That was gold, baby. I think it was so good, in fact, I might actually take you up on it. You’re gonna be my footrest while I watch the rest of this movie.”
“What?! But what happened to the sex stuff and using those things on me.”
“That’s the fun part. That’ll be happening at the same time,” Eddie arranges the sex items a certain way the tall saddle machine at the foot of the couch. He is tries to put the gag over your mouth. You turn your head to one side. He exhales deeply before gripping your hair to keep your head in place then shoving the ball in your mouth. Tying the gag in place, he places a kiss on your lips. “You’re looking good already, princess. Come on, let’s get you to your place.”
He sits on the couch waiting for you to shift towards him, you don’t move. No way are you giving up your role in this so soon. You slide your arms from under you then over with them now tied in the front. You attempt to yank the gag off your mouth.
He rolls his eyes. “You really want me angry.”
Oh, yes please!
“Alright, you’re asking for it,” He lifts off the couch, clutching the strip of belt between your cuffed wrists and drags up towards the machine. When he has your legs on either side of the machine, he pulls your lacy panties to the side again and lowers you onto the thick rubber of the dildo which he preparedly lubed up for you.
You were so tight, that only the tip had sunk in. You groan, eyes rolling back.
“Aw, baby, don’t be shy to take it all. If you’re having this much trouble on this, I could only imagine how you’d react on my cock.”
He pushes you down on your shoulders, feeding you more of its inches. “There ya go,” Eddie praises. “You’re taking it so well.”
You whined against the gag, begging for something your weren’t sure you needed.
“Sorry can’t hear you. Besides, furniture shouldn’t speak,” He lays you flat on your stomach, your elbows and hands resting on the carpeted floor. “If you want this to stop at anytime. Tap your hands on the floor 3 times and that’ll be the end. For now I’m gonna finish the movie. No talking and stay still unless it’s an emergency.”
He soothes your hair once more planting a kiss on your forehead before taking his seat. Then you felt the weight of his feet on you. You didn’t think it so bad.
Until…the vibrations began. The buzzing shot straight to your core, jolting you by surprise. You moan.
Eddie looks down at you. “You remember my rules, don’t you?”
You nod at him, fixing yourself in place and making the dildo hit deeper within you. Eddie was distracted, to say the least. He was only pretending to watch the movie, too, more enamored in the way your tight little pussy swallowed the object.
He raises the level of vibration causing you to whimper around the gag back to back, rocking back and forth on the rubber length. He entertains you for a bit pressing his boot down on your bottom so you’d feel the vibrations harder. You cry out, grinding harder.
“You make a terrible footrest, princess,” He says, guiding the motions of your hips with his foot. “I bet you’re ready to apologize for your bratty behavior tonight. Ready to apologize so you can cum now?”
He turns of the machine, then lowers the gag from your sweaty face. You mascara was now running, you weren’t aware of your tears flowing.
“What do you say? Wanna apologize?”
You pant. “Is that all you got?”
The utter astonishment on his face was enough to boost your confidence for the next couple years ahead.
“I am really going to enjoy ruining you.” He slides the gag back into your mouth. Only this time, he doesn’t sit back in his seat. Eddie cranks up the machine to another level watching you shift and sob. Your hips involuntarily circled and you worried that if you continued you’d come soon and a greater punishment would be in store.
He just stares intensely at you. You, back at him with your hair falling over his face. When you glanced down for a moment, you see that he was hard than a rock. He’s straining in his jeans practically tearing through them. He catches your glance and you shoot him a knowingly teasing look.
The house phone rings interrupting your stares. You expected him to stop the machine but he only cranks it even higher.
“Oh my god, does it end?” You thought, rolling your eyes back at the sensation.
“You be quiet now, ‘kay. It’ll be very rude if you make distracting noises while I’m on the phone,” He answers the call and your heart beat sped at exactly who was on the phone. “Hello, Mr, Y/L/N. Good to hear from you, too, sir.”
You try stifling your cries as he continues to carry on a formal conversation with your father while you’re seconds from release. Eddie crouches to you again the phone close enough in case you let out even the slightest whimper, your father would for sure hear.
“Oh, Y/n? She’s doing juuust fine,” Eddie smiles. “Sure you can talk to her.”
Your eyes widened, shaking your head at him in a panic. He holds the phone away, whispering in your ear. “Do it and I’ll have mercy on you.”
That was good enough for you. You needed to cum bad or you might just explode. He lowers the gag to your face holding the phone to you. You mustered up all the energy you can to play up your ‘good girl’ persona.
“Uh-huh,” You strained. “Yes, I’ll be home at 10 on the dot. Love you, Daddyy.” You hoped he didn’t catch you nearly moan the last part. All thanks to Eddie cranking the vibrations at the highest level.
After hanging up the call, before you could moan out, Eddie slams his lips onto yours. He’s allowing himself to indulge in you, sitting you upright as he leans into you.
He breaks the kiss, turning you by your waist so that your body’s facing the couch. He sits on the edge of the couch in front of you, removing the belt from your wrists and loops it around your neck instead like a leash. Unbuttoning his jeans and pulling a massively impressive cock from his boxers, he gets to work and jerks himself at the sight of you with one hand while the other hand held the makeshift leash.
“Go on and ride it, princess. I know you’ve been wanting to cum so bad.” He groans.
You wait not a second longer, pushing your panties to the side far enough for him to see the dildo engulfed by your plump lips and suctioning walls.
“Oh, fuck, yess.” You cry out.
Each time you’d sink down, Eddie would prematurely pull you up again by the leash. You whine.
“Thank me for being merciful.” He commands.
“Thank you for your mercy, Master.” You sob, bouncing harder and faster and rubbing frantically.
“This what you’ve been looking for, princess. To be treated like my little plaything.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Want you to cum with me. Please.”
He tugs at the leash, bringing you forward only a quarter of the length inside you now. “Suck me off. I’ll be cumming down that little throat yours.”
You eagerly take him in your hands, he looked even larger from this angle. Suckling the head and tasting his essence was enough to make you addicted. You bobbed your mouth over his curved member, taking him deeper and deeper. It just wasn’t enough for Eddie. So with a little help from him, he began to use your mouth for his own pleasure, grunting with every thrust.
Each push and pull of your head forcing you to slam back against the dildo and with a couple more circles of your clit, the tension that wound so tight around had finally snapped. You release with a loud cry, wetting whatever’s in your path beneath you.
“Shit, baby. You’re so fuckin…sexy.” He punctuates with a couple strokes into the back of your throat.
This turn Eddie on enough for him to follow after you, shooting his warm liquid down your throat and forcing it down for you to take it all. You wouldn’t allow not a drop to be wasted. Bobbing back and forth to match the rhythm of your hips until you were both passed the point of sensitivity.
He pulls you off him, lowering himself for another kiss and tasting his salty essence on your tongue. You were left panting and fucked out by the end of the session. Eddie lifts you in his arms and carries you to his room.
He comes back to you with a warm towel, removing your sopping panties to careful clean you. He’ll be keeping those for his own enjoyment in the days you aren’t here. He helps you into some of his clothes for the night. You snuggle into his bed, wrapping his comforter around you.
“You okay, baby?”
“Mmhm.” Was all you could manage to say through half-lidded eyes.
“I’m gonna clean up that mess you made out there, He chuckles. “Maybe then I could take you home?”
“No, wanna stay here.” You mumble.
“Your dad’s not gonna like that.”
But you were already sound asleep, nuzzling next to his side. He laughs, placing a kiss on your forehead.
Maybe he was corrupting you after all. But Eddie does have your disobedience to thank. After all it was just the push he needed to creatively express the new ways for which he plans to ruin you.
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