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[bbstastycake]

his smile captured you. it was warm…familiar, and for whatever reason, looked like it was hiding something.

pt. 1

his eyes—the kind that seem to have seen all the world has to offer: the good, the bad, the ugly—hold yours for a moment longer than expected. it’s like you’ve momentarily caught a glimpse of something deeper, something that shouldn’t be there but is, anyway. eren shifts slightly, the smallest movement, just enough to let his otherwise perfect neutral expression falter.

damn, that’s a hell of a poker face.

“not much to say, really. i’m honestly pretty boring,” he mutters, almost dismissively, before continuing with a few generic answers to the questions you ask, as if he’s running through a script. as time passes, though, you notice he’s starting to loosen up, just a little—his words become less clipped, his tone more relaxed. but his guard? still firmly in place. always.

when his gaze shifts toward you, it lingers for a split second longer than necessary—just long enough for you to catch the subtle shift in his expression. his lips curl up at the corner, his eyes flicking down your body before returning to your face. it’s quick, almost imperceptible, but it makes your cheeks flush before you can stop it. you glance at your phone, pretending you didn’t notice, but in reality, you’re keenly aware of the notifications lighting up your screen—missed calls, messages from your friends checking in, wondering if you’re okay.

you snap your phone shut again, the cool glass meeting your palm with a soft thud. the time catches your eye, and you can’t help but frown. “it’s getting late, isn’t it? wouldn’t want the restaurant to kick us out.”

the words are meant to be light, casual, but you can’t stop the tiniest pang of disappointment from creeping into your voice. before you can disguise it, your lips curve downward into a reluctant pout.

eren catches it, and his eyes soften. “hey, don’t look like that, pretty girl. i had a good time too. if i didn’t have business to handle in the morning, i would’ve shown you an even better time...” he trails off, his cheeks flushing just a shade darker, and you realize—he’s drunk.

how cute.

you can’t help but laugh softly, rolling your eyes playfully at his tipsy rambling. “yeah, yeah. let’s get you home, princess.”

despite your protests, he insists on paying your bill and escorts you outside. you pull up your uber app, already halfway through ordering the ride when eren steps off to the side to take a call. as soon as his conversation wraps up, he’s back by your side, and you’re hit with the sudden realization of just how much you’ve had to drink. the cool night air feels like a relief against your flushed skin, and the silence between you two feels strangely comfortable.

you glance over at him, noticing the way the moonlight paints his features—sharp jawline, tousled hair, the way his eyes glint, like they’re holding something back, something you can’t quite place. you watch him for a second too long, and he catches your gaze, his lips curling into a playful smirk.

“don’t look too long, pretty,” he warns, his voice low and teasing. “you might fall in love.”

that smile—God, it could light up the night sky. you swallow hard, your heart giving an unexpected flutter, and before you know it, your hands are already reaching out to him, instinctively placing them on his chest. the air between you both seems to thicken as you lean in, drawn to him in a way you can’t explain.

it feels like an eternity of suspended longing before he finally meets you halfway. the space between your lips is almost unbearable, but when your noses brush just slightly, and then his lips meet yours, it’s like a gentle wave, soft and fleeting. it’s so tender, you almost think you imagined it.

but then, with his hands finding your hips, he pulls you in just a little closer. his kiss deepens, and the heat rises in your chest. still, there’s hesitation—he pulls back, just slightly, his eyes glinting with something unreadable.

“i think your ride is here, mama,” he mutters softly, a trace of regret in his voice.

you turn to look, your heart sinking a little at the sight of the waiting uber. "a-and you're sure you don't wanna come?" you try again, a quiet, uncertain edge in your voice. “it’s the least i could do since you helped me out earlier.”

he lets out a breath, his gaze flickering with internal conflict. for a moment, it looks like he might change his mind, but then he shakes his head slightly, his lips curving into a wry smile. “i don’t think i’d be able to hold myself back.”

the disappointment in your chest sharpens, but you nod, whispering a quiet "okay" as you step back toward the uber. he holds the door open for you, the gesture so simple, but somehow it feels like the end of something unspoken.

"thanks again," you murmur, one last time, before the door clicks shut behind you.

through the tinted glass, you catch eren's lips moving—probably saying something you can't quite catch. his words are muffled, but his gaze holds steady, like a silent goodbye that’s somehow heavier than it should be. the uber pulls away, and you can't help but wonder if that was the last time you'd see him... or if that was only the beginning of something you’re not sure you’re ready for.

[bbstastycake]

here we go again.

pt. 2

you wince at the low breath you accidentally allowed to escape you as a group of guys approached you and your friends’ table. you prayed it wasn’t heard, but by the way a few of them glanced toward you, it was and judging by looks on their faces, it was the first time they were noticing you in the thirty minutes that they had been eyeing your group.

“…yeah and if you want, we could get you into vip,” one of the guys say loud enough for you to barely catch, causing you to come out of your thoughts. hearing that, you slightly perk up with the hope of being able to at least drink for free while your friends are finding their… escapade for the night.

you look around your table and see your friends grins and their excitement for the prospect of being invited into the most exclusive section of the hottest club of the year. you giggle at their elation before looking back at the group of boys.

“yeah, we all get a plus one so let’s go,” another says, the slurring of his words making it obvious that he’s had more than his fair share of drinks.

he’s definitely not it.

your friends move to couple up while you stay seated waiting for them to leave you with their last pick, not in the mood to experience rejection. you watch and wait, finding the ice at the bottom of your glass far more interesting than anything going on around you at the moment. you move your straw to the left, then to the right watching the ice melt into the liquor.

slowly, you look up in search of whoever you were so lucky to have been left with.

shit, the drunkie. fucking perfect.

you make eye contact with him sending a soft smile his way.

well, there’s nothing that says i gotta fuck him. just gotta act like i will.

you prepare yourself to approach him, fully prepared to drown him out with alcohol once you got to the club, when you see it. you see the realization set in. the realization that you were the last of the girls in the group. the realization that he was forced to couple with you.

here we go again.

you watch in disappointment and disgust, but not surprise as he searches frantically among the girls in your group for someone else, anyone else … who didn’t look like you. you don’t even attempt to make your way towards him, opting to instead head the opposite way towards the bar, but not before feeling someone grab onto your arm.

“hey, love! what’s up? where you going?” you relax into your friend’s hold and force yourself to look happy.

“yeah, i’m actually not up for it tonight, babe. i’m sorry! don’t worry about me though! i’m just grabbing a drink for the road, so go have fun !” you give her the best smile you could muster seeing that you obviously didn’t convince her. she gives you a worried look before you widen your smile.

“listen! i’m fine, i promise,” you say in another attempt to convince her. “…and you have my location! now stop worrying about me and GO! have fun ! text me , okay? let everyone know i’m fine.”

you give her hand a squeeze and watch her give in, the wine she had with dinner making it easier for her to let you go.

“i don’t like this but… if that’s what you want then okay. you have to text me when you get home… ‘kay?” you nod, taking your lip between your teeth.

you watch as she goes back toward the girls you came with and you mouth your goodbyes before turning around and allowing your smile to drop. you get to the bar and throw back a last shot before strutting your way out of the restaurant, failing to notice how dark it’s become.

as you stand on the sidewalk outside of the building in your skimpy outfit, you can’t help but to feel like an idiot.

what the fuck was i thinking?

you let out a bitter laugh at yourself.

“what’s so funny, sweetheart?” you freeze as the smell of booze overwhelms your senses. your body tenses as you feel the warmth of a large figure creep dangerously close behind you. you ignore the man, hoping he would take the hint and go away. you feel a hand placed on your waist. the blood drains from your face as you try to build up the courage to speak.

here we go again.

“hmm? i said what’s a pretty girl like you doing laughing outside all alone?” your body is stiff with fear as you feel the weight of his hand on your body increase. you clear your throat and struggle to keep your voice from shaking. “i asked you a question, sweetheart. it’s rude not to speak when spoken to,” you feel his grip tightening more. “you don’t wanna be rude, do you, doll?”

“please don’t touch me,” you say weakly as your heart pounds.

“hmm? what’s that? don’t be like that. i’m just tryna have a little fun. isn’t that something a girl like you is into?”tears threaten to fall from the edge of your eyes and your mind races, the alcohol dulling your senses. you begin to claw at his hands, attempting to remove them.

“fuck are you doing, asshole?” you flinch at a voice directed toward you, but you don’t dare look up. the man behind steps back.

“what? man, get out of here. this has nothing to do with yo-” the abrupt stop causes you to glance up for the first time and get a good look at the men above you. the man behind you had a muscular build. his grey t-shirt struggled to contain the strength that bulged out of his arms. the chain that rested on his chest seemed like a thread in comparison to the pecs it was nestled between.

he could bash your head in if he wanted to.

you looked to your right at the other guy who wasn’t nearly as muscular, his look far more sleek with a half open silk t-shirt and a messy half up-half down that rested on each of his shoulders. his dead eyes drifted to you before resting back onto the man behind you. “you wanna finish that sentence or do you wanna live?”

his eyes pierce into him and you slowly turn to focus on his face. even with the obvious size difference, the larger male trembled under his gaze. the tall, slender man looked down at the cowering man with disgust as he held his hand out towards you. you quickly take it and stand by him, eyes cast down.

the shorter, muscular man doles out an apology and rushes away, leaving you with-

“eren,” he says now putting his focus on you. “nice to meet you. can i get you a drink?” you look up in shock at the situation, wondering why he made such a quick getaway. you realize you were still trembling and as though he read your mind, the man (who you now knew as eren) wrapped you in his coat and draped his arm around you, surrounding you in his scent and as a result.

“you don’t have to do that,” you muttered, already embarrassed about the whole ordeal and about the fact that you needed to be saved by a stranger. “i really appreciate your help and everything but i’m okay now and i already called an uber so you don’t have to.” your head dips down in appreciation.

“i know,” he says. “i know i don’t have to do anything, but who said i didn’t want to?” he walks over and holds the door to the restaurant open.

“so? what you think lil mama? you in?” he awaits your response with a smirk.

***

“and theeeennnnn he looks at me like i was some dog shit at the bottom of his fucking shoe! like bitch PLEASE !” you’re a couple drinks in and already rambling about the night’s events. you open your mouth to continue and gasp, clasping your hand over your mouth before you can let another word out.

you turn to the side and feel your face heat up as you realize that you were rambling like an idiot to a man you didn’t know.

“i am so sorry!” you say, obviously embarrassed. you scold yourself in your mind as you lower your head in apology. eren bursts out into laughter as more blood rushes to your face.

“don’t be, you’re cute,” he says waving the bartender down for another drink for you.

“you tryna get me drunk?” you raise your eyebrow feigning suspicion.

“as long as it’ll keep you talkin’. ”he smiles at you. he smiles as if he’s known you forever, and for a split second you forget the circumstances of how you met. you forget that he, a rather lean man with a pair of the coldest eyes you’ve ever seen, chased off a man that could have snapped both yours and his arms clean in half without a second thought, and he did it with nothing but a look. you forget that the name eren sounds familiar. he smiles, and for a split second, you forget that you have horrible taste in men.

here we go the FUCK again.

[bbstastycake]

10:44

parings: dom!Tsukishima Kei/sub!f!reader

warning: smut, toys, degradation, teasing, nicknames, explicit language

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this was nothing new for Tsukishima. he was known by you for his spontaneity especially when it came to your sex life, and today was no exception. you woke up to your legs bent back and a fresh-faced Tsukishima between your them.

when did he even wake up?

still groggy, you attempt to clamp your legs closed. bad idea. he looks at you with a puzzled face, before contorting into a face of disapproval, and finally setting on an expression that you knew all too well.

“my little slut thinks she can disobey me. cute.”

Tsukishima goes to the dresser and pulls out your punishment. he narrows his gaze at you before picking up his glasses and pushing them onto his face. watching his movements, you slowly and unconsciously move up until your back meets the headboard. he reaches his lengthy arms across the bed, easily capturing your ankles in his strong grip. suddenly your dragged back down into the position you woke up in. he makes a show of turning the on vibrator, and at this point, you were wide awake and dreading what was to come.

“go ahead and wear this for me all day today, yeah?”

it’s not like you had the option to say no. Tsukishima pushes it in and you let out a low groan. he chuckles and you glared at him.

“my little whore is such a fake, huh? you want this don’t you?”

you whine and shake your head, your tough facade obviously seen through. he seemed very amused at your disapproval and eager to push your limits. in a few clicks, the toy was on its second option. the low buzz of the toy had you immediately clamping your legs together before shooting him a look.

he battles your glare with his default smirk, his eyes daring you to disobey him again. you lose the intense staring contest and roll your eyes as you begin to get up. the buzzing between your legs intensified and you almost collapse.

“be careful babe. wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself...and don’t forget that we’re meeting with the team later~”

SHIT.