#I know this isn't my usual kind of content but I love this song a lot

[rosylix]

rosy

더 깊이 빠져들겠지 더 조금씩 더 조금씩 넌...

you don't know how to give a hickey.. what are friends for if not to help each other with these things?

pairing: bff!felix × gn!reader

wc: 4.3k

content: nonidol au, fluff, not rly smut but suggestive (mdni pls), shy/inexperienced reader, hickeys (duh), reader is like slightly germophobic idk, a lot of teasing, no use of y/n

a/n: i am so delusional i need to bite this mans neck badly. and yes this is my username. yes it's the loona song. lol

[also read on ao3]

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God, you should have just kept your mouth shut.

“You don't know how to give a hickey?”

You shake your head and cover your face, hiding from Felix, who's sitting next to you on his bed.

“Wait, really? Like you've never even tried it on yourself?” he asks.

“No?! What, people actually do that?” Your hands lower slightly to reveal your eyes widening.

He breathes out a laugh and you hit his arm. “It's not funny!”

“It's kind of funny.”

“Shut up. I just— like— I never… whatever.” He poorly conceals a teasing smile. “Shut up or you're literally not getting any cinnamon rolls tomorrow. In fact, lemme ask Hannie if he wants your extras.” You pull out your phone.

Before you can do anything, Felix swiftly moves closer to you, his hand pushing yours down. “Whoa, whoa, hey.. that's a little drastic, yeah? Have I ever told you how much I love and appreciate you? ..And your cinnamon rolls?” He smiles sweetly, batting his eyelashes at you.

You grumble but drop the phone and shake his hand away, pursing your lips to fight a smile. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence.

…And then Felix ruins it.

“But you've kissed people before, right?”

You look at him incredulously. “Did I not say to shut up??” you shriek.

“Is that a no?” He giggles. He fucking giggles. You want to punch his pretty face.

“Lee Felix Yongbok I will smite you down right here where you stand if you don't—”

He puts his hands up in surrender. “Okay wait, sorry, I didn't mean it like that! I just mean, it's kind of like the same thing, you know?”

“The same as what? Giving a h-hickey?” You can't help but stutter a little.

“Yeah like it's… I'll show you.” 

Felix suddenly moves so he's in front of you and gently grabs your arm. He'll show you?! Literally what. What the hell. You let out a small squeak and instinctively lean away from him. 

“Relax, I just meant here,” he touches your arm. “Is that okay?”

You stare at him.

“...Or I could show it on myself but I thought it might be better to feel it? Or I don't have to do it at all of course,” he says quickly.

Oh. It takes a second but the gears in your head start slowly turning enough to respond.

“Oh.” Well, okay, that wasn't as much of a response as you meant to give.

Felix laughs softly and pulls his hand away from your arm. “Sorry, it's too weird, right? No worries.”

But wait, you're actually curious. And isn't it better to figure it out before you inevitably make a fool out of yourself in front of someone else? It makes you a bit nervous but… you're comfortable with Felix. “No, wait, you can uh... show me…?”

His eyebrows raise for a second but then he smiles. “You sure?”

You nod. You still feel a little dazed and you're not really cognizant enough to actually do anything but watch him as he moves closer again. Your arm must feel like a dead weight but he lifts it up and lowers his head, placing a chaste kiss on your inner wrist. “This okay? Usually you um... start with kissing.”

“O-Oh, okay, yeah..” you murmur. What is this sudden weird atmosphere? Maybe you're the only one feeling it. Felix doesn't seem too phased, but you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. Shit, can he feel your pulse right now? You really hope not. 

He flashes a shy smile and places another kiss there, and another a little higher, and another, and it feels way too intimate and sends shivers up your spine. Slowly, he moves up your forearm, stopping right before your elbow.

“So… then.. you just wanna like... suck,” he says before doing just that, right below the crook of your elbow. 

Oh. It feels weird. You must have made a noise or something because he looks up at you through dark lashes, a smile playing on the corners of his lips. You swallow. What the actual hell is happening right now? 

After holding excruciating eye contact for what feels like an eternity, he lets his eyes close. Thank god, because it was making your chest feel tight and weird. You continue to stare as he continues kissing and sucking at your arm, face absolutely burning at the strange sensation.

You've literally lost the freaking plot. You just sit there, no semblance of time passing. After about twenty seconds? Twenty minutes? It literally could have been either — he finally pulls away, with a final kiss and light drag of his teeth against your skin. 

You hold your breath as he sits up and gently maneuvers your arm so you could see the fruits of his labor. He clears his throat. “Um, so… it's starting to show up. See?” he says a little breathlessly.

You nod, unsure what to say when your best friend literally just sucked a hickey onto your arm. A very platonic hickey. Okay. This is fine. This is totally normal right? It must be or he wouldn't have offered. ..Right? You stare down at the bruise starting to blossom on your arm and finally chance a glance at Felix, but he also has his head down, staring at your arm.

Suddenly as if on cue, his head jerks up. When he sees you looking at him he grins. “Cool, right? How does it feel?” 

“Weird…” you mumble. How can he be so nonchalant about this? You want to strangle him.

He nods. “It might be a little sensitive for a bit.” He runs his fingers lightly over the reddening area and you immediately see what he means. It feels tender and tingly under his touch. You shiver. “So.. you think you get how to do it now?” he asks. 

“Um… yeah, I mean, maybe?”

“Do you wanna try?”

“Try? What, on… on your arm?!” 

A slight blush creeps up his face and he shrugs. “Sure, or wherever… my arm, or my neck since that's where it's usually…”

You feel your face heat up as well. “I…”

“I just thought, if you wanna like, practice? But of course you don't have to.” He looks away and shrugs again, seeming a little embarrassed for suggesting it.

You open and close your mouth over and over again like a fish. Like a stupid dumb fish who somehow got itself reeled into this crazy situation. But honestly, the more you think about it, the offer to practice is tempting. When would you get another opportunity like this? Probably never. And… you trust Felix more than anyone else.

“...Is it really okay?” you ask hesitantly.

Felix looks up, blinking a few times before smiling. “Of course. I mean, it's only fair since I did it on you,” he laughs softly. He seems happy but also a little surprised that you actually appeared to be agreeing to his offer. Honestly, you're surprised too.

“Right, um…” you mumble. You shuffle a little closer to him. His hand slides down from your elbow to your hand, rubbing gentle circles on the back of it with his thumb. To reassure you, you think. It's a sweet gesture.

You lean in slightly towards his neck, deciding that if you do it here, you can hide your face from him and avoid any eye contact. “Um, can I...? Where should I…?”

You're so close to him. You can hear his breath catch a little before he points to the side of his neck with his free hand. “Around here,” he says, his voice somehow getting impossibly lower.

You swallow, the reality of the situation suddenly sinking in. As you lean in further you bite your lip, anxious. You need to break this tension somehow. You just can't do this right now. “Um.. um… do you wash your neck?” you blurt out.

Felix leans back a little. “Do I... do I wash my neck? That's what you're worried about?” he laughs.

“Some people probably don't!” you exclaim. Then you sigh. “Ugh, s-sorry, that's stupid, right? You literally licked my arm,” you let out a nervous laugh. “I just— I don't know. It feels icky. Germs.” 

He hums. “You're not stupid.” A pause. “But, I can proudly say I do wash my neck.” He presses his lips together, clearly suppressing another laugh and you just know he's about to tease you. “Wow, how do you even kiss people if you're this worried about germs?”

“Shut up,” you grumble, leaning back into his neck a little to hide your face, your breath hot on his neck. He inhales sharply and seems surprised and, you think, a little panicked?

You instantly pull away. “Felix, are you sure?” You chew on your lip. Is this a bad idea after all?

“Yeah, I-I... yeah, of course,” he says, a little breathless, but you're not entirely convinced. You start to move away fully but he quickly grabs your arm again. “No.. no, wait. Please,” he whispers. You see him visibly try to relax, taking a deep breath in and out. “It's okay. I promise. I was just caught off guard.”

“Sorry,” you whisper.

“No, no, you're good, you're fine. It was me.” Felix clears his throat and rubs your arm reassuringly. 

You take a deep breath. “Okay… so.. here?” You lean back in to where you were previously, breath hitting his neck.

He swallows, and you see it because his Adam's apple bobs up and down right in front of your face. What the fuck. “Yeah. Just go slow and… you can start with kissing if you want. Don't overthink it,” he mumbles, sounding more like he's reminding himself of something.

You nod and slowly, so slowly, you lean in the rest of the way and press your lips to his neck.

You expected him to remain still but a small breathy noise escapes him and he leans his head further back, exposing more of his neck in the process. You swear you can feel his pulse thrumming under your lips. “Good... um.. yeah, just... kiss a little bit and then suck. You can use your tongue, too,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, but you can feel the vibrations against your lips when he speaks. What the fuck.

Your head feels fuzzy. You hesitantly place a kiss on his neck, and then another a little higher, and another, until you reach an area you're satisfied with. You almost want to pull away but remember Felix's words. Right. Just try not to overthink it…

He pulls a breath in through his teeth when you press an open-mouthed kiss and start sucking gently. At the same time, your tongue darts out almost automatically and touches his skin. 

You feel him swallow thickly. “Y-You gotta… harder…” he murmurs. “Or it won't mark.”

You hesitate. “Won't it hurt?”

He blinks hard and shakes his head slightly. “Don't worry… I-I'll tell you if it hurts, okay? Just try. Do it like I did.”

You nod and take a deep breath before trying again, this time in earnest, sucking harder and pulling his skin between your lips and even past your teeth.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, his grip on your arm tightening, “Like... like that. And you can.. use your teeth a little too.” His voice is getting thick, low, and raspy and, god, you feel a little dizzy.

But you want to please him, so you bite down softly and let your teeth run over the area. A quiet, high-pitched whine escapes his lips, and his hand shoots up to cover his mouth, body jerking back slightly. He suddenly seems to realize the noise he made and looks at you, wide-eyed.

You pull back again, a little breathless. “D-Did it hurt?” You really didn't think you bit that hard, but you can't hide the worry in your voice.

His hand drops from his mouth, face flushed and breathing labored. His eyes look a little dialed out. “No... no, it didn't.. hurt.” It seems like it takes all his strength just to say that. “Sorry, I just...” he takes a few more seconds to gather himself, “Um, kinda sensitive…”

…Sensitive? Oh. Oh. It was good. He liked it. You almost sigh in relief. But then… wait. He's sensitive there. He… Your brain isn't working. You find yourself leaning back in to his neck without thinking.

Felix doesn’t protest, just sits back, exposing more of his neck to you. You feel his body shudder when you lightly drag your teeth over the area before attaching your mouth more firmly and sucking at his skin.

He can’t stop the whimper from leaving his throat. “That feels really good.. you’re doing good,” he pants.

Your heart swells from the praise and you double down on your efforts. You hear him try to suppress another whimper but it’s more strained this time. It happens again and again, little noises and whines that you're not sure if he's even aware he's making. Every noise pulls and tugs at something in your stomach.

It feels intimate, so insanely intimate and you think you might combust on the spot if you go any longer. It's a bit nerve-wracking to pull away and face Felix but you force yourself to, licking your lips as you retreat.

Your eyes immediately widen at the sight in front of you. A pretty, deep pink bruise begins to blossom on his neck and your heart skips a beat at the realization that you did that to him.

Felix hasn't said anything. Is he upset? You chance a glance at his face and—

Oh. His eyes are closed and a faint sheen of sweat coats his flushed face, which is pulled taught in a mixture of bliss and something like pain. His chest is heaving, breath coming out in quick gasps. You stare at him, the only thought in your mind being: God, he's gorgeous like this.

He blinks rapidly and seems to finally come to. When he finally refocuses his gaze on you, he lets out a shaky exhale that turns into a weak laugh.

“...Good?” he asks.

Good? Good? Your head is spinning. It's not good. Nothing is good. Life is meaningless and everything you know exists on a floating rock spinning in the void and you think you're gonna pass out and never wake up. It's not good. It's fucking crazy. But you just mumble, “It's… showing up, I think…”

He raises an eyebrow. “That right? Let me see then.”

Felix grabs his phone and pulls up the camera, angling it so he has a clear view of his neck. He lets out a soft whistle, bringing his hand up to feel where the hickey is. You watch dumbly as he presses his fingers on it and lets out a shaky sigh. Then he looks at you and grins before throwing you a thumbs-up. “You did great. It's already pretty dark.”

You actually want to kill him. Your brain is melting and he's acting like this is the most normal afternoon of his life. Maybe it is. Does Felix do this type of thing often? The thought makes you shiver.

You throw your hands over your face. “I-I didn't mean for it to be that—like—ugh…”

His smile softens. “Hey, hey, you don't have to be embarrassed. It's…” he searches your face for a second and suddenly reaches over to gently pull your hands away. “It's not that bad. You did really good. Besides, it’s my neck, yeah?” His tone shifts to more of a teasing one, like he’s amused you’re overreacting a little. It just serves to frustrate you more.

You sigh. “Um… I really—it's really okay..?”

He nods. “Yeah, of course it is. It’s just a little mark, nothing serious.” He looks at you thoughtfully for a bit and you feel yourself getting flushed under his gaze. “You know.. you can try it again. If you want. Just to practice. Or for science, or whatever.” He laughs.

What. You’re stunned into silence. Science? You stare at him incredulously and he just grins back before leaning even further forward. This can't be your Felix. This is actually crazy. 

Felix smiles at your dumbfounded expression. “…Come on.” He brings a hand up to your face and pokes at your cheek softly. “Do it again. Try a different spot. Make it darker.”

He's obviously teasing you. So you're flabbergasted when what comes out of your mouth is, “W-Where..?” Where? Literally what are you saying. Like, where is the nearest exit? Where has your own sanity gone? That's what you should be asking.

He shrugs. “Anywhere. The other side?” He points to the unmarked side of his neck. Then he pushes his shirt down slightly, revealing a sliver of his shoulder and collarbone before looking back at you, eyes expectant with a bit of an impish gleam. “Maybe.. here?” he mumbles.

Your head spins. Oh yeah, you're definitely gonna pass out. It's so over. Life and death and the universe… fucking craziness. You're falling. You're dying. Everything is melting. Nothing's real.

Oh wait, you're actually falling, your head plopping down on his shoulder as you let out an embarrassed groan. 

You hear him laughing softly. “Someone's eager—”

You’re a bit confused but then your eyes focus on the place your head is now laying and—Oh god, you’re right where his shoulder and neck meet. Right where he just told you to suck a hickey. Great.

You instantly lift your head up, face burning. “No, I didn't—I wasn't trying to—”

He brushes the hair out of your face. “Hey, it's okay, I'm not forcing you or anything. Are you overwhelmed?” 

“Um, yeah, but— y-yeah. Sorry.” God. How pathetic do you look right now?

“Don't apologize. I was just teasing. It makes sense to be overwhelmed. It's a new experience.” He sits back and laughs but there’s a bit of a nervous waver to it. “You're fine, seriously. Maybe we got a little carried away, huh?”

“Uhh— yeah….”

He gives you an apologetic look. “I'm sorry for being pushy. Let's just... just forget about the whole thing, yeah? Let's play some video games or something.” He clears his throat.

He's moving on but your head is still spinning. This really is the most normal afternoon for him, you think. Because how is he so chill? Your body is still buzzing with nervous energy and you can't just switch off and forget about it, can you?

You can't. “Uh— Uh, wait—...”

“...Yeah?”

You drop your head back down onto his shoulder. “Um… is it bad if I… kinda…”

You trail off and he doesn’t respond for a few seconds. You don’t dare move, waiting for something, anything. When he finally does say something his voice sounds strained. “Kinda what?” he asks quietly.

“Um.” Fuck. “Nevermind.” You go to draw back but Felix quickly places a hand at the back of your head, preventing any movement.

You hear him exhale quietly. “I don't mind, you know,” he whispers. “You can do it. If you... if you want to.” He slowly starts running his fingers through your hair. “If you wanna practice. The more you practice, the more comfortable you'll be with it, right?”

You hum against his shoulder, the justification mulling around in your head. Of course. Of course that's why you want to. For practice. For science.

He continues. “Yeah, do it. Uh, j-just, I mean— if you want. A-As practice. Try to… see how dark you can make it… or… ” For all the talk he was making before, he stutters now, and you can't help but find it a little endearing. Maybe he's actually a little nervous as well.

Fuck it. Who cares. You've lost the plot. You press your mouth against his skin, giving a few open-mouthed kisses before gently sucking at it.

You hear his breathing stutter and he shifts slightly. “Yeah, j-just…” he lets out a shaky sigh and presses his hand a bit more firmly on the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. The angle is still a bit awkward to reach, so without much thinking, you crawl slightly onto his lap.

“Oh,” he mumbles, his body goes tense for a second before relaxing again. He's completely still, like if he moves you’ll pull away, but eventually his fingers start running through your hair again. It isn't a particularly suggestive position, you're sitting back more towards his knees, but suddenly everything feels charged with tension. 

You hear a low, almost imperceptible groan as you continue sucking lightly from the new angle. “You're doing really well,” he mutters encouragingly. “Just a little more… harder. And like, bite a little, remember?”

Right. You comply and bite down a little. Felix lets out a small whine, hand tightening in your hair. “Good… uh, just like that..” he mumbles. “You can try moving a little more, if you want—”

You don't need to hear more, instantly moving your mouth higher up his neck without much thought. His fingers slide down until his hands are completely resting between your shoulder blades, pressing you closer. Shivers run down your spine where he touches and you attach your lips to the side of his Adam's apple.

“A-Ah…” a shaky moan escapes him, taking both of you by surprise. His hands suddenly jump down to grip your waist tightly. Oh. He seems much more sensitive here. You swear you're dizzy. Maybe you're dying. You think you’re fine with that honestly.

You want to bite him. You let your teeth sink into the skin a little. He lets out a shaky half-laugh, half-groan, tilting his head back and pulling you towards him. “Y-You learn quickly.” A deep pink flush runs high on his cheeks, and his breaths are unsteady. You’ve never seen him like this, so undone, and it's making you feel powerful. You want more.

You decide to give in to that and bite down harder, feeling his body jerk. He moans, breathy, and whispers, “Oh. Yeah. Yeah, that feels so good.” One of his hands moves to the back of your neck, fingers gently grasping the base of your hair. His thumb brushes up against your earlobe and for some reason it sets tingles off all down your spine.

…Does it really feel that good? You can't help but wonder. It mostly just felt weird on your arm but you suppose that's different. Different from your. Neck. Oh fuck, now you're thinking about it. His mouth on your neck. His mouth on your neck. You're floating. You're crashing. Everything is cool. Everything is burning. 

Your brain is practically short-circuiting and you start sucking on the same spot before pulling back just enough to bite down and suck at it again, this time a little harder.

His breath stutters and you feel his head tilt to give you more access. There's another small gasp that comes out as a strained “Fuuuck…” when you continue. You think you're actually delirious at this point.

Then, “W-wait..” he says urgently, his chest heaving. His hand that was on your neck slides down to grab your shoulder now.

“That's… good. We should.. stop. I…” he pants heavily.

You pull away instantly. “O-Okay. Yeah. Sorry.” You feel restless, fidgety, more than just from nerves.

“No, you're fine, god. It's me. I'm getting too…” he shakes his head. “You did really good, I…” He presses his hands against his eyes and takes a few deep, slow breaths.

When he drops his hands he seems mostly back to normal. “Um.” He laughs a little. “We, uh… how's it look?”

You stare at his neck and shoulder. Oh, fuck. In truth, it looks fucking insane. Like he got mauled or something. Oh my god. That was you. What came over you?

He raises an eyebrow at your silence. “Guess I gotta see for myself,” he says and places his hands on your waist to lift you up and off of his lap. As if you weigh literally nothing. What the fuck.

With your head still reeling at how he lifted you like you're nothing, you don't really notice him reaching for his phone to see himself until you hear him suck in a breath.

“Wow… I'm gonna get so many comments tomorrow.”

“What?!” you shriek. Oh god. Of course it'll take a few days to fade. You hadn't even thought about that. The light mark on your arm is easy to brush off as nothing but the rosy hues on his neck are unmistakable.

He laughs. “I'm just kidding. I'll have to.. cover it with makeup I guess. Don't worry.”

“You better…” you mumble, embarrassed.

He hums. “Hmm… Well it isn't really fair... What should I do…” He leans in, studying your flushed face. “Wanna match?” he says with a cheeky grin.

“What?? Felix!”

“I'm joking! Jeez…” He pokes your cheek. “Unless all this blushing isn't just from embarrassment and you're actually into this?” 

Your face is positively burning. “Shut up. You're annoying as hell,” you grumble.

He gasps dramatically. “After I gave up my sanctity for you to practice on me? This is how you treat me?”

You can't help but giggle at his dramatics but you quickly steel your expression and glare at him equally as dramatically.

You're really grateful everything seems to be normal on his end. You're trying your best to act the same, but in truth, you feel like a fucking mess. His joking comment about you being into this… No, definitely not. There's no way. It's probably just because it's your first time doing this with anyone, so of course it's going to feel crazy and weird and confusing. Right? Yeah. But still. Even long after the two of you move on, playing video games and hanging out like normal, you can't shake the feeling that something's weird. Something shifted. You don't know what the fuck it is though. You just try not to think about it.

How are you actually supposed to go back to normal after this?

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a/n: so on a scale of 1 to 10 how painfully obvious is it that i've never given a hickey in my life.

no but um haha any feedback good or bad would be super appreciated!! pls leave a like or reblog if u enjoyed it makes me so happy. tysm for reading <3

[calliopesdiary]

escapism.

MINORS DNI - 18+ NSFW

band!poly!marauders x leadsinger!fem!reader

wc: 1.2k

warnings: this fic contains: smut, punishing kink, degrading kink, finger fucking, manhandling, being tied up, daddy kink

summary: when you and the boys get into a slight disagreement, during one of your shows you sing a song you KNOW they don't like you singing. and lets just say you get a... stern talking to.

contents: fem leadsinger!reader, i don't know how to write smut..., bassist!remus, drummer.james, guitarist!sirius, cussing

a/n: as i've implied previously this is my first attempt at writing smut, so Imk if its good!!

YOU KNEW THIS WOULD END BADLY... your boys were going to be pissed at you, but somehow you couldn't find it in your heart to feel guilty or bad. they hurt your feelings, so you'd just hurt them back.

it was certainly not the right way to go through this.

but there was something so thrilling about it, about singing this song. up on stage. with thousands of people to see. and you could bask in the glory of pissing off your boyfriends.

was it really your fault? the feminine urge to sing this song was overwhelming and... let's just say you had totally recorded it behind their backs. when you first showed Remus the lyrics he was skeptical.

"Love, I admire the tempo but don't you think it's a little too dirty for our genre?" You knew he was probably just jealous about you saying those kinds of words for everyone in the world to hear.

James was next, and James could be blunt.

"I adore the intro, sweetheart. but I don't like you talking that way unless its with us." you remember him shrugging.

Sirius, ohh god, Sirius.

"No."

"Why-"

"I'm not letting you play that at a show.

bingo, they were jealous of the lyrics they were hearing.

so when you had that argument, you knew this was the perfect way at getting them back.

the show started out as usual, playing the normal set. but not making eye contact with your boys.

you set up a track before you went on.

"You guys can leave the stage now." you looked up at James.

"Aren't you going to leave aswell? your body needs rest-"

"I'm fine, I had coffee." You snarked, stepping back onstage. the crowd cheering for your return.

"Alllright... this last song- honestly isn't pg at all and i'm probably going to get murdered for this but-"

the track starts, the boys can hear it from backstage. Sirius is pissed, sexually.

"sleezin' and teasin', i'm sittin' on him-"

"all of my diamonds are drippin' on him."

"i met him at the bar- it was 12 or somethin'"

"i ordered two more wines cause tonight i want em'"

"that bitch-" Sirius slurs.

"a little context- if you care to listen."

"just a heartbroke-bitch, high-heels six-inch."

"in the back of the nightclub, sippin' champagne."

you had done it, sang the whole song with the audience going absolutely insane. and your boyfriends were pissed to say the least.

after you had finished, you wandered off stage when you got lectured.

x

“WHAT THE FUCK was that??” Sirius barked, and you slowly turned to face him.

“it’s my choice was i sing.” you scoffed, trying to walk away until James’ iron grip locked around her wrist.

“you do not get to walk away, y/n.”

“and?”

“since when do you not care what we think?” Remus inquired, though he couldn’t really resist the amusement of the stunt his girlfriend had just pulled.

“since i decided that i didn’t give a fuck on what you blokes think about what i sing in public just because you’re jealous.”

oh yeah, you fucked up.

all the boys had to do was give eachother a look and James started pulling you along to the hotel you had been staying at.

“guys—“

“shut up, y/n.”

you rolled your eyes.

“you know, we can punish you right here right now for all of london to see if you keep this shit up.” Sirius hissed.

“i—“

“shh..” Remus’ nimble fingers and palm locked around your lips for the remainder of the walk.

you peered around at your surroundings and stumbled uncomfortably in your heels.

and you severely wished your panties werent seriously (haha, get it?) soaked.

once you arrived at the hotel and got into your room, you knew it was over.

a quick shove onto the bed and the rummaging through a suitcase was all you needed.

“g-guys let’s talk about this—“

you attempted to reason with them, while you wanted it (you couldn’t ignore the ache between your thighs).

“you disobeyed us, so this is what you get.”

James tugged the tough rope around your wrists and hung them above your head on the bedpost above you.

“now, tell me, y/n. if you really don’t want this, then why are your panties so wet?”

Remus asked innocently, leaving you to become a stuttering mess.

“i—… erm.. it’s—“

“that’s what i thought.”

Remus’ cold and scarred fingers wrapped around the waist band of your panties and tugged them down your legs.

“so fucking wet for us, puppy.”

he commented, before engulfing two of his fingers into your wetness.

you shuttered, your head thrown back in a pleasured manor.

“you like this, huh?” James ran his lovely fingers through your hair and tugged gently.

“s-stop…” you squirmed hopelessly, and all Sirius could do was pin you down.

“we’re just helping you learn a lesson, pup.”

“this’ll teach you not to disobey us, understand?”

you couldn’t answer, not since Remus ducked down and his lips locked around your dripping clit, sucking on it selfishly.

“Siri asked you a question, puppy.” James reminded cruelly.

“y-yes i- i understand—“

“good.”

he was quick to remove your shirt and bra, as he brushed his thumb against your sensitive nipple.

“ohfuckk— R-Remus f-fuck..” he very much enjoyed the sound of you moaning his name.

“let it out, puppy.” James stroked your restrained arm.

Remus had his hand in his trousers, his damp fingers wrapped around his hardened cock.

he stood up, his hair disheveled. he tugged his trousers down and took out his erect member.

“R-Remus..” you wished you could say that you didn’t want it.

“come on, puppy. you can take me.”

“can you take Moony, babes?” Sirius rested his chin against your thigh.

“y-yes..”

“good girl…”

Remus fucked into you thoroughly, by the time an hour had gone by you weren’t even sure how many orgasms you had in that time.

They took turns, pounding into you with their cocks.

“you’re such a slut for us, puppy.” Sirius stated, cupping your ass as he kept a nice rhythm.

he loved the feeling of your walls clenching in onto him.

“d-daddy…” you whimpered, your tiny little sobs earned nothing but cruelty.

“you’re just a stupid slut, isn’t that right?” James went back to sucking on your thighs, littering marks all over.

once Sirius was done that had been three rounds for each of them, and you had fallen so deep into your subspace.

obviously having three amazing boyfriends, they had amazing aftercare.

you practically collapsed onto James, feeling utterly helpless. Sirius stroked your hair gently.

“did we go to hard, puppy?” Remus caressed your tear-stained cheek.

“n-no i-im sorry…”

“y’just gotta listen sometimes, princess.” James kissed your forehead lovingly.

“we were a bit jealous.” Sirius admitted sheepishly, tucking some of your hair out of your face.

“everything hurts.” you groaned, leaving James to pull you into his lap.

“would you like a bath, princess?”

you nodded tiredly, your eyes still glossy.

once you were cleaned up, you fell asleep quickly. swaddled between Remus and James with Sirius’ iron grip locked around James’ waist.

Your head rested on Remus’ chest, falling asleep to the lovely rising and falling of his chest.

so… was it worth it?

yes, yes it was.

[everyonewooeverywhere]

MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED

pairing ✭ sub-ish!mingi x soft dom-ish!f!reader

synopsis ✭ Mingi really likes your boobs. So much so that he's willing to skip work for them.

content/genre ✭ smut 18+ MDNI, fluff (warnings below the cut)

word count ✭ 1.3k

note ✭ this just came out of me on a whim. like, yeah, i've been thinking about mingi being a boob guy forever, but this one just kind of fell out of me and into a word document in the middle of the night 🙂 anyway have fun boos

also the dom/sub dynamic isn't super prominent, but i thought i'd put it in there

AND nothing was proofread, so if you see a typo...no you didn't. don't tell me about it 😭

warnings ✭ unprotected sex, fingering, breast-play (obviously), pet names (baby-mingi, angel-mc)

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Song Mingi loves boobs. He really does. He loves how soft they are. He loves how well they fit in his hands. He loves absolutely everything about them.

Of course, your boobs are his favorite. And it is no secret to you that he loves your chest. Maybe you picked up a couple hints from the way he oogles at the lowcut tops you wear sometimes. Or maybe its the way he grabs and holds them any chance he gets  that gave you an inkling.

The biggest, most obvious tell, though, is how he can never remove his face from them. Ever. When you’re watching a movie on the couch, he’s laying on top of your chest while you play with his hair. When he’s fucking you relentlessly, he keeps his lips attached to your tits, occasionally biting and bruising them. 

And even now, as the sun slowly starts to light up your bedroom, his face is burrowed in your chest. Only the thin cotton t-shirt you’re wearing separates his face from your skin. You’re both laying on your sides, facing each other. Your leg tucked securely between his arm and his waist. 

As per usual, you wake before him, gazing down as his pretty face pressed against your chest. In the low, orange light of your bedroom, you could see the outlines of his face. The flutter of his eyelashes. The way his lips were parted ever so slightly as he slept so peacefully. His soft snores and the sound of your ceiling fan overhead were the only noises in the room.

You brushed through his hair with your fingers, softly scratching his scalp and kissing the top of his head. You loved to watch him sleep. The softness of his features and his relaxed disposition just made you feel so at home. And being able to coddle him just made everything so worthwhile.

After several uninterrupted minutes of you playing with his hair, Mingi begins to shift around in his sleep. You kiss the top of his head again as he wakes up. He only nuzzles deeper into your chest. 

“Mingi, baby, you have to get up soon,” you whisper, bruising his hair back to look at his eyes which are still closed with his brows furrowed in protest. 

He shook his head and groaned, “What time is it?”

“It’s already seven. You have to leave soon.”

“Fuck that. I’m not going anywhere.” You’re somewhat aware of his hand creeping up your shirt.

You hummed, “Baby, I know you want to stay in bed, but you told the guys you’d be on time today. And you’ve been late every single day this week.”

He didn’t say anything, instead, he creeped his hand even further up your shirt until he reached your breast. “Mingi.” You warned as he held it in his hand, softly pinching your nipple between his fingers, He finally opened his eyes and looked up at you with his big brown eyes. 

“Angel, let me stay with you this morning. It’s okay if I’m a little late. I just wanna stay with you for a little bit.”

“Mingi,” you scolded, failing, though, to keep down the moan that bubbled out of you when he rolled your nipple under his thumb, “You cannot distract me with sex every time you don’t wanna get out of bed.”

“Don’t think of it as distracting you,” he pulled your shirt up even further, and you let him pull in over your head, “I just wanna make my girl feel good.” He took your nipple into his mouth.

Your grip on his hair tightened as you sighed at the feeling of his tongue playing with you as his hand held your other breast between his fingers. He groaned as you pulled his hair.

His other hand teased the waistband of your panties, snapping the elastic against your skin. Slowly, he pulled the garment down your legs, and you helped him to kick it off. His free hand ventured between your thighs. 

“Oh fuck baby,” you groaned as he ran is fingers through your folds. 

He pressed two fingers against your hole, “Fuck angel, you’re so warm.” He sighed as he sunk them into you, causing you to tighten your grip on his hair.

He continued to explore your chest with his mouth. Playing with your nipples and biting the skin around them. He lazily played your clit with us thumb as he fucked you fingers into you. God you were so beautiful he couldn’t take it. From your pretty pussy, to your beautiful face. And god your tits. You smelt so good, too, that all he could do was breathe you in. 

You felt so relaxed as he played with you. The morning drowsiness wore off only to be replaced by the blissful mess of your pretty boyfriend getting off to making you feel good.

It was beyond obvious that he was enjoying this. Partially from the way he enthusiastically pleasured you. But you could also feel how hard he was getting against your thigh. You teased him a bit by pressing your thigh into his length. He whined.

“Oh baby. Let me help you,” you pulled away from him, much to his dismay. He pouted, “Don’t give me that face baby. I’ll make you feel good I promise.” 

You told him to sit against the headboard after stripping him down completely. You took that opportunity to crawl over him, softly holding his length in your hand, pumping it just enough for him to squirm just a bit. Chuckling, you leaned in to kiss him softly, “Can I ride you baby?” You whispered against his lips.

He nodded with begging eyes, “Please, angel.”

You positioned yourself over him, rubbing his length along your folds. He let out a moan as you sunk down onto him, his voice cracking. 

His head fell back as you started to bounce up and down on him. As his head spun when he felt you tighten around him as you moved your hand down to play with your clit. It was only a couple seconds, though, before his face was back in your chest. Kissing and biting your breasts as you fucked yourself put on his cock.

He relentlessly moaned into your chests, and you could he was getting close. His little cries were the biggest indication of how close he was. And he couldn’t help it. The combination of being buried deep in your pretty cunt and having your tits all in his face was a fucking wet dream (one he had had many times before).

“You close, baby?” You asked pulling his face out of your chest by his hair to look him in the eyes. He nodded with his jaw dropped open. “Yeah?”

“Please, angel, let me cum,” His voice was weak as he felt himself get lost, “Please I’ve been so good.”

“You wanna fill me up?” You asked, speeding up your pace. He frantically nodded, eyes rolling back in his head, “Ok baby, you can cum.” You let him finish, filling you up completely. You followed soon after with your own orgasm that made your legs weak as it washed over you.

When you pulled off of him, he was quick to return his hand to your cum filled pussy. He grabbed some of it on his fingers to smear it all over your chest, “You’re so pretty, angel.” He leaned back in to lick the cum off your tits. You giggled softly as his neediness. 

“Thank you baby. How about we go hop in the shower? You have to get to work soon.” 

He nodded and made his way to the shower. Surprised to absolutely no one, though, Mingi did not go to work that day.

[dangerouslyknown]

Hi! Please do headcanons for gojo like you did Higuruma x

Satoru Gojo Headcanons 💎

A/N: Thanks for the request! My JJK obsession is hitting like a truck. I hope I delivered these Gojo headcanons well, mwah

Contents/Warnings: General headcanons, relationship headcanons both SFW & NSFW. Reader/partner is referred as "his S/O" or by they/them so gn!reader

General Headcanons

He used to play Moviestarplanet. He was sooo popular too. He had lots of friends and he made the silliest movies/artbooks which people loved

He likes to sing and usually he sings whatever is stuck in his head on random occasions, without really trying to sound good

...but oh boy if you ever get the chance to do actual karaoke with him... He sings beautifully when he puts the effort in. What a gorgeous voice, it almost surprises everyone

He goes crazy about Lady Gaga's songs and he loves to do silly little performances whenever he hears any of her songs

Gojo is also a Swiftie???

Somehow I feel like he is TERRIBLE when it comes to spending money. He hasn't had a day in his life where he had to worry about financial stuff, so...

He's the type of guy buy an expensive ice cream machine, then accidentally break it and buy a new one like it's nothing

He used to troll people online as a teen...

Actually, he probably still does it for the heck of it. He isn't one to do anything super offensive, but he enjoys messing with people

SFW Relationship headcanons

He hasn´t been in many relationships in his life, mostly because he rarely lets anyone close. Bro has trust issues :(

He dislikes being vulnerable in front of others, but his S/O is who he shows his true self. It is not something to take lightly

He KNOWS he is attractive and it flatters his ego when he is complimented on it, but if one wants to win his heart, you need to go deeper than that. He wants a person who truly appreciates him beyond looks

His love language is gift giving. He will gift his S/O anything they desire, and it´s his way of showing he cares. He gets excited like a kid in a candy store when he brings his S/O something and waits for them to open the gift

Most of the time it doesn't even have to be anything expensive. Of course he likes to spoil his S/O, but sometimes he just sees something small, which reminds him of them and he decides to buy it

Then, his unofficial love language is being annoying. He would ask "would you still love me if I was a worm" and whatnot

Related to that, he would act all smug and probably provoke arguments with his S/O just to entertain himself (but he's not malicious about it of course!)

When he sees something romantic, he would say "Ewww, sappy romance stuff" and then do exactly those things in private

He likes to show off with his relationship? Y'know, like posting about it in social media and PDA

This also ties to when he holds great pride in the thought that he's able to protect them no matter what. Maybe he's also a bit jealous and likes to show others that his S/O truly is his, and only his

Looooves to dress in matching clothing with his S/O!

Also, if he'd play online games with his S/O, he'd definitely want to do matching usernames (Sometimes it'd be cringe, but that's a part of why he loves doing it)

(NSFW under the cut)

NSFW Relationship headcanons

Leans towards being more kinky tbh

This man likes to have fun, okay? He is super adventurous in the bedroom. He's always coming up with new ideas for his S/O and him to try, and he usually is the one to initiate

He'd love to bring in ropes, blindfolds, toys of all kind and everything you could think of. He wants to use them on his S/O, but isn't against the idea being toys or ropes used on him either blindfolds wouldn't even work on him though

He´s a fan of playing with the dynamics. The vibes he gives is 50% pillow princess and 50% daddy, so there's never a dull moment when he switches up things with his S/O

He lives for teasing in the bedroom. You are not going to get anything easily from his arrogant ass: If he's a sub, he's going to be a brat. If he's a top, you need to beg him

He is capable of being serious during intimate time, but most of the time there's going to be funny and goofy moments

I could 100% see him doing something like slapping his dick against his S/O's face, then grin. At the same time it's hot but it's also hilarious (in his opinion)

Speaking of his cock, I think it's bigger than average. Length is impressive, then girth is more average-ish

Definitely very vocal during sex. He will not shut up whether it's whimpers or dirty talk

I think he loves to fuck his S/O from behind. He loves to kiss the back of their neck, their shoulders and all over their back while going at it

[lavenderlilacbones]

He's a Magic Man

Ohhhh, he's got the magic hands

Eddie x Fem!Reader

Description: You and Eddie have been friends for years, neither of you willing to admit you had begun to crush on one another until one night your usual smoke and chill session gets a little steamy

Warnings: NSFW/18+ ONLY, SMUT with an attempt at minor plot, minors DNI, praise kink, slight degradation kink/dirty talk, van sex, reader uses she/her pronouns, no use of y/n, use of pet names, drug use, f/m!oral receiving, fingering, teasing, choking, unprotected p in v, light anal play, creampie, touch of fluff at the end

A/N: I haven't written anything in a very long time, let alone smut, but like many of us on this hell site, the Eddie Munson brain rot has a very tight grip on me so I decided to give in. After not having a good idea for this for a couple weeks, it all spilled out of me very quickly. There was an attempt at proofreading. If this is well received, maybe I'll make this kind of thing a habit.

Word count: 3924

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It was a crisp evening, but not so much you couldn’t leave the van doors open as you and Eddie sat opposite each other on the back edge, passing a joint between the two of you. The mixtape you made faintly plays from his stereo, just loud enough to hear but not enough to impede on the atmosphere. You leaned back against the wall of the van after passing the joint back to him, staring up at the stars as you exhaled, smoke gently floating above you. 

“Hey,” Eddie’s raspy voice breaks your daydream, bringing your attention back to the joint in his hand. You smiled and took it back from him, delicately placing it between your lips and taking another puff. “Whatcha thinkin about, Princess?” He takes the joint again, cocking his head to the side as he studies you.

“Nothin’ in particular…” you start, returning your gaze to the sky, “I just love when the sky is this clear.” You nod your face upward, driving Eddie to follow your gaze. A sea of stars shine above you, softly glinting against the night sky. Eddie hums in approval as he hits the joint again, chasing it with the final sip of his beer.

This had been a frequent ritual for you two for a while, grabbing a meal and smoking together. Usually it was at his trailer, but it was such a nice night you both decided it would be more fun parking by the lake with a six pack and a pizza. Summer was over and autumn was rolling in so you had to savor the nice weather before it fully gave way to the cold of the oncoming winter. The pizza box was shoved against the driver's seat, its contents long devoured, the six pack now a four pack.

The next track on the mixtape starts and it's Magic Man by Heart. Eddie groans, handing the joint back to you and moving like he's gonna skip it. 

You grab the joint and immediately box him in place with your legs. "Don't you dare, Munson. This is a good fucking song and you know it," you snap at him.

"It's pop rock! It's not my style," he retorts, already accepting that he's not gonna escape from where your legs planted him.

"Have you even listened to that guitar solo? You can't tell me that isn't cool as fuck!"

Eddie scoffs, "I guess it's okay." At this point he was just playing with you, he loved when you got riled up over something you were passionate about. The way your body language would become noticeably more animated reminded him of how he'd get the same way with certain subjects.

You catch his smirk and give him a playful shove with your legs before retracting them and crawling next to where he sat in the van, settling next to him as you took another long drag from the quickly dwindling joint. You exhale the smoke at Eddie in an act of defiance as you hand it back to him. "You're so full of shit, Eddie," you chide playfully.

Eddie gives you a sly smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and watching you with those soft brown eyes, slightly hazy from the weed. He takes one last long drag before stuffing the roach in his empty can beside him. Holding in the smoke, he turns to you, letting his confidence lead his next move as he gently slid his finger along your jawline and lifts your chin slightly. He brushes the tip of your nose with his and as if you read his mind, your lips part to let him shotgun the smoke to you, his lips grazing over yours.

He pulls back just enough to take in your face, checking to see if his sudden bravado was misplaced as you exhaled only to be met with a satisfied smile. You touch his face, closing the gap again only this time your lips fully meet with his. Eddie melts into your touch, deepening the kiss as you snake your fingers through his messy curls. He slips his tongue out to trace over your lips and you open them, inviting him into your mouth and clashing your tongue against his, twisting and tasting each other. A mix of weed, PBR, and a lingering hint of pepperoni. After a long moment you both break to catch your breath, foreheads pressed together.

"Eddie Munson, you have no idea how long I've waited for you to do that," you laugh, cradling his face in your hand.

He chuckles back, his hand sliding under your hoodie to caress your side before it comes to rest on your hip, fingers playing at the hem of your shirt. "Glad to know it isn't just me, sweetheart."

His lips meet yours again, both of you allowing the hunger between you to peek out as your mouths smash together. You move to straddle him, sucking on his bottom lip and not breaking the kiss as you settle on his lap. Eddie's hands grasp your hips roughly as you give him a little grind, causing him to moan into your mouth. He slides his hands down to your ass, encouraging you to grind into him again.

You feel his growing erection through his jeans and the friction causes you to break the kiss to release a gasp. Eddie takes the opportunity to bury his face against your neck, biting and sucking on your throat, small dark marks peppering your skin. Both of your arms slide around Eddie's neck, hands tangling in his long hair and holding him against you as his continued assault makes you whine with need for him. 

He glides a hand under your shirt and you can feel him grin against your neck when he realizes you didn't wear a bra tonight. "God you're incredible," he mumbles into you as he cups one of your breasts and squeezes, teasing your nipple between his calloused fingers.

You pull back to shrug your hoodie off your shoulders and he responds by shoving off his leather jacket and battle vest, tossing them aside. Grabbing at the hem of your shirt, you lift it over your head, adding to the growing pile of discarded clothing beside you.

Eddie sits back to take in the view, both his hands sliding along your sides before each claiming a tit and kneading the flesh in his hands, eliciting a moan from you. He shoves his face between them; biting, kissing, sucking, feasting on you like a man starved.

Your own hands slip under his shirt in response, feeling the gentle indents of muscle along his abdomen and chest. "Oh god Eddie… I want you so bad," you gasp, still grinding your heat against him.

"Yeah baby?" He huffs against your chest between bites and kisses, "gonna make you feel real good tonight, Princess." Eddie reaches a hand down to fumble at your belt and pants, loosening the button and zipper just enough to give him access. "Jesus Christ, you're already so wet," he moans against you as he slides a finger along your slick slit, overcome by how much of a mess you already are. "This all for me, baby?" He asks as he leans back from you slightly, meeting your eyes.

You bite your bottom lip and nod in response. "Been thinking about fucking you a long time Eds," you grip his shoulders, gently digging your nails into his skin, "thinking about how your fingers would feel…" 

Eddie continues to tease your pussy, just sliding his finger along your lips and collecting your arousal, watching you with amusement as you shudder in response. "Thinking about how your mouth would feel," you continue, twisting your fingers in his necklace as you lean forward to nibble at his ear lobe, his thumb finds your clit and rubs soft circles against it, earning another moan from you "Thinking about your cock inside me." You emphasize the last sentence by roughly cupping his straining bulge through his jeans. 

Eddie groans, dipping his finger into your heat as you press against him. He worms his fingers into your hair and grasps it tightly, using it to gently tug you upright in his lap again so he can look at your face. "I can't wait to feel this tight little cunt gushing on my cock, baby." He slides a second finger inside you, briefly mimicking your face as your mouth drops into an O shape, his fingers curling inside you, "but first I want to taste you." After a few more pumps of his fingers, he pulls his hand from your pants, the loss making you whine in protest. He brings them to his mouth and sucks your juices off them with a pop, humming contentedly. "Fuck, I bet it's even better straight from the source." He stares at you, licking his lips hungrily.

With his arm around you Eddie lays you down on the pile of blankets he keeps in the van, managing to stay slotted between your legs as he does so. He leans down to kiss you, twisting his tongue around yours as he reaches down to undo his own pants and give his straining erection some breathing room. He straightens up long enough to pull his shirt over his head before falling back over you and begins to trail kisses and bites down your body, pausing to give your breasts some dedicated attention before continuing down your abdomen and leaving a few more marks in his wake.

He slides your jeans and underwear down as he bites along your hips, only stopping to lift your legs over his shoulder so he can fully remove your remaining clothes. He settles himself back between your legs, laying on his stomach as he kisses and nibbles your inner thighs, working his way to your puffy lips. Eddie watches you as he drags the flat of his tongue up your slit and punctuates it by sucking on your clit. 

You arch against him, moaning loudly, and you can tell how pleased he already is with himself when he hums against your sensitive nub before pulling away. "Look at this pretty pussy, s’wet and ready for me." He gives another lick, light and teasing this time.

"Mmm Eddie… please," you whine, bucking your hips towards him in a needy gesture as he stills your movement.

Eddie flashes you a devilish smile, "Please what, Princess?" He teases, kissing just out of reach from where you truly want him. "I want to hear you say it."

You bite your lip, feeling your heart pound in anticipation, "Eat my pussy, Eddie, please."

"That's my good girl." Eddie rewards you with a few heavy licks through your folds, gently sucking on them between laps. He begins to alternate between lapping at your arousal and sucking your clit, his large hands gripping your thighs as he settles into a rhythm that has you practically screaming for him.

"Oh my god Eddie!" you gasp as you instinctively roll your hips against his face, one of your hands reaching down to tangle in his hair as the other slides over one of the hands on your thighs, intertwining your fingers with his. 

Eddie moans against you, tongue-fucking your hole as your moans continue to build. "You taste so fuckin good, baby." He's already so pussy drunk and you can see it in his eyes when he looks up at you, bringing his mouth back to your clit as he slides two of his fingers into you. "I could eat this pussy all night."

His words make you crumble. "Eddie… fuck! I'm s'close!" you whine. "Please don't stop!" You can feel the cool metal of his rings kiss your entrance with every pump of his fingers. The pornographic sound of your wet squelching mixed with your moans fills the van. Before long your walls are clenching his fingers so hard he can barely move them inside you, still pulling and grasping his hair as you ride out your orgasm on his face. A whining, blubbering mess as you hold onto his head for dear life. It feels like minutes before your body calms down, Eddie not stopping his movements until he's sure your climax has passed.

He kisses your inner thigh and looks up at you, face glistening with your cum and the biggest smile on his face.  "That sounded like a good one, Princess," he cooed, admiring your fucked out expression as he gently slides his fingers over your sopping wet lips, making you twitch and whine from the slight overstimulation.

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard from being eaten out," you pant, reaching up to push the sweat matted hair from your forehead. Eddie responds with a self satisfied laugh as he plants more kisses on the inside of your thighs. You reach out for him, beckoning him toward you and Eddie obliges, crawling back up your body to lock his swollen pink lips with yours. You can taste yourself on him and it just turns you on more, causing you to squeeze your knees against his hips. "Eddie…" you breathe between kisses, "I need you to fuck me."

Eddie moans into you. You trail a hand down his body, slipping into his boxers and closing it around his hard length, gasping at the feel of his girth. Eddie thrusts into your hand, whining and moaning as you stroke him. He reaches down to shove his pants down, kicking them off his legs once they get far enough and leans back on his knees to push his boxers off, letting his cock spring free. You fully take in his size for the first time, almost overcome with need for him. 

"Christ Eddie, you're so big…" you marvel, propping yourself up and leaning forward to take him in your hands again. "Where have you been hiding this fuckin’ thing?" You joke as you stroke his length, not really looking for an answer.

Eddie lets out a hiss as you lick the precum beading on his tip, but before he can think of a response you're taking him in your mouth and causing his brain to short circuit. His hands slide along your shoulders and neck as you move to take a long lick from base to tip, pursing your lips together as you push him back in your mouth. One of his hands settles on the back of your head to guide you as you bob on his cock, taking in as much as you dare. Eddie gives a few gentle thrusts before he has to stop you, pulling his cock out of your mouth with a pop. "I'm not gonna last if I let you keep this up," he leans down to kiss you again before he reaches over to dig in the back pocket on the passenger seat. A look of frustration draws across his face when he doesn't find what he's looking for. "Fuck… I think I'm out of condoms," he groans in annoyance.

You gently shove him back, guiding him to flip positions so you're back on top of him, his frustration giving way to curiosity as you settle in his lap again. "I'm on the pill, Eddie," you whisper as you kiss and suck along his jawline. You drag your wet heat over his length firmly and Eddie grabs your ass, a shuddering moan escapes his lips as his head drops back and he ruts against you. You move to the other side of his face, still planting little love bites to his jawline and neck, "I want to feel you fill me up."

"Jesus H Christ, baby, you're gonna be the death of me saying shit like that," Eddie growls. He lifts your hips slightly before grabbing his cock and lining himself up with your entrance, swirling his tip in your arousal a few times before guiding you back down on his lap. His eyes are fixated on where you two connect as he watches his cock disappear inside you, the sounds of your moans almost drowning out the mixtape still playing in the background.

You take a moment to adjust, feeling that satisfying burn of how well his cock stretches and fills you. Biting your lip and anchoring your hands on his shoulders, you slowly rise and fall on his lap, both of you groaning together at the delicious friction. Eddie's thumb finds your clit again and starts rubbing in those gentle circles, quickening your pace. Your hand slides into his hair, pulling his face into your chest. He kisses your breasts, alternating between them and sucking on your nipples, rolling his tongue against them as he does.

His free hand kneads the flesh of your ass as you bounce on him. He pauses his assault on your chest to look up at you, his previously soft brown eyes now dark and full of lust. "Look at you coming apart for me, baby. Desperate little slut for my cock," he coos against you. The hand on your ass slides a little lower and inward as Eddie teases a finger over the tight hole as if to test your response. The jolt of electricity it sends through you has you grinding harder on his dick, ragged moans escaping your lips. Eddie growls in approval, reaching further to collect the slick from between you two before continuing his probing, adding more pressure as he dips the tip of his middle finger in. "Bet you'd like me to fuck this tight little hole too. Ruin this perfect little ass." The hand that was rubbing your clit slides up the back of your neck, Eddie pulling you in close as he bites and sucks at your jugular.

The sound you make in response is feral, your whole body vibrates against him as the combined stimulation has you riding him hard. "Fuck Eddie! Gonna cum," your grip on his hair tightens and he hisses at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him.

"Cum for me, baby, wanna feel you soak my cock." His encouragement is all you need, falling over the edge as you clench tightly around him. Eddie groans, struggling to hold back because he's not done with you yet, rolling his hips with yours as you ride out your orgasm. Your moans are deep and loud, feeling your clit press against the tuft of hair above his crotch as he grinds into you. Your spasms soften and before you realize what's happening, Eddie's rolling you on your back, supporting your hips against his to keep himself inside you.

Eddie hitches his arms under your knees and begins to pound into you roughly, another moan escaping your mouth with every snap of his hips into you. "God look at this pretty pussy, taking my cock so well," he groans at the sight of you before him, a fucked out, blubbering mess as he hurtles you towards another orgasm. "Who would have guessed you'd be such a filthy little slut?" He sucks in his bottom lip as he drops one of your legs gently, sliding his hand around your throat and waiting for confirmation before applying pressure. You slide a hand over his, pressing it into your throat as you whine softly and nod, giving him the consent he asked for. As his grip tightens, your hand slides from his to trace along his forearm before falling back above your head as you arch your back, panting desperately from the ecstasy of his touch.

"Fuuuuuck," Eddie groans, mouth hung open as he leans forward, nearly bending you in half after pushing the leg he was still holding up to his shoulder. His thrusts become ruthless, gently gripping your throat as he locks his lips with yours in a passionate, sloppy kiss. "I'm getting close, baby. Gonna fill this pussy up until you're dripping with me." His moans are almost as ragged as yours, his thrusts hard and deep.

You lock your legs around his hips, your hands finding purchase in his curls again and you hold him against you. "God, give it to me, Eddie. Fuck!" You feel your third orgasm edging closer as Eddie releases your throat and brings his hand to your hip, changing the angle just enough that he's consistently ramming at that sweet spot inside you.

Between your moans and the fluttering of your walls around him, Eddie knows how close you are. He keeps up his pace, not willing to let himself cum before you but feeling his control slipping. "Come on, baby, give me one more, wanna feel you cum again." He reaches between you to rub your clit again and before you know it you feel that coil snap, screaming his name and digging your nails into his back. "Thaaaat's a good girl," he praises, still rubbing your sensitive nub. The spasms and tightness of your pussy are all too inviting and Eddie shudders as his own release washes over him, spurts of cum painting your walls as he continues to fuck you through both your orgasms, milking everything he's got into you. Breathing heavily, he collapses on you gently, trying not to crush you under his weight, his cock still buried inside you. He nuzzles into your neck and smiles as you rub his back.

"God, Eddie, that was incredible," you pant, kissing his forehead. 

Eddie smiles and kisses your chest, propping himself up on his elbows and planting another kiss on your lips. "I've been wanting to fuck you like that since last year," he says before gently pulling out of you, watching as some of his cum begins to seep out of your cunt. He reaches for his boxers and uses them to clean you both up before tossing them aside again and settling in beside you.

"Should have shotgunned me then you big dork, we could have been fucking like this all year," you playfully nudge him.

"I didn't think you'd be into me! I know we’re friends, but who wants to date the town freak?" Eddie shrugs, his insecurities showing.

You smile warmly at him, sliding your hands over his face and pulling him in for a sweet kiss. “Guess you found the girl that wants to date the freak.”

He wraps his arms around you, feeling you melt into his chest, a face splitting smile stretches across his lips, “Seems like I did, sweetheart.” Eddie pulls back slightly and lifts your chin to look at your face, grinning as he's met with your look of contentment. "My girl," he coos as he bends his head down to kiss you tenderly.

“Yeah?” he responds, feeling you shiver.

"My freak," you respond with another deep, passionate kiss. Both of you laugh as he gives you a playful shove before pulling you back against his chest, tucking your head under his chin.

Finally becoming aware of the contrast of the chilly night air against your warm, sweaty bodies, you pull Eddie tighter against you. “Hey Eddie?”

“I think it’s time we head back to your place,” you smirk and wiggle against him, “maybe we’ll find the energy for a second round.”

You feel Eddie’s heart skip a beat in his chest. “Don't have to tell me twice, Princess.” Eddie feels like he’s gonna be wearing that grin all weekend as you both throw your clothes back on for the drive back to the trailer.

[maleyanderecafe]

Hi! I've been craving some yandere content that's not manga, webtoon, manwa, etc. Do you have recommendations that are movies, tv shows, maybe some kdrama too? Just not manga, anime and the sort.

Sorry this one took a kabillion years to answer. Back in October, Cherry and I basically had a yandere movie month where we would just watch a bunch of movies that were labeled as Male Yandere movies because horror month (which is unfortunate for me because I don't really like horro movies). Anyways, besides the short list here that has some TV shows, here's some stuff we watched. Some of this will be later put in as recommendations, probably on Tuesdays.

Hush Little Baby- we're going to start out with some lifetime movies because they're low calorie and turn off brain fun to watch. About a neighbor kid who comes in to babysit the main character's kid only to cause problems to the entire family.

Swim at Your Own Risk- another lifetime movie. About a swim team girl who has a fling with the swim couch after taking a break with her boyfriend. Things go wrong as the swim couch gets obsessed with her.

You Belong to Me - another lifetime movie. About a lady who finds out that someone is stalking her and tries to figure out who it is after they try to murder her boyfriend.

Addicted/Obsessed- Addicted is the korean movie and Obsessed is the English remake. About twins, one of which is married to the female lead, where they both have an accident. The husband dies, however, the other seems to have been possessed by the husband.

LadyHawke - older movie, but the yandere is the main villain. About a main character who escapes prison and finds a couple who is cursed to turn into a wolf and hawk respectively during the day and night, fated to never be together.

Well Intentioned Love- Chinese drama, though the yandere portion only really shows up in the first season. About a girl who has lukemia and has to have a contract marriage with the only person who can give her a doner bone marrow match. Driver is best character.

Disco Pigs- Pretty surreal movie in some cases. About two childhood friends, Pig and Runt who love each other as Pig becomes more and more obsessed with her as the movie goes on.

Labyrinth - I probably won't write a recommendation for this one because the yandere portion really only shows up in the song, but it's still a fun movie with David Bowie. I even read the comic for it just to check but the yandere portion seems to only show up in the song.

The Boy - I actually watched this with another friend that was obsessed with wallmen, but its a pretty fun movie overall. I think most people know this one though. About a lady who moves in and babysits a doll while trying to escape her abusive ex.

Within - also another movie I watched with my wallmen obsessed friend. About a family that moves into a house that turns out to be haunted in one way or another.

What If…Dr. Strange Lost His Heart Instead of His Hands? - Sorcerer Supreme in general in general seems like a yandere since his entire goal is to just bring back Christine at all costs. He also just generally shows up in other episodes of the What If? Series.

Heathers - I heard the movie version isn't nearly as yandere, but the musical version is for sure.

Phantom of the Opera- I'm kind of cheating with this one because it's like one of the OG male yandere stuff, but hey, if you haven't heard or watched it yet, well you know.

That's about it for now since usually Cherry and I don't watch a ton of movies. Might change after a while, but we'll see. Maybe in February we'll try to have a tv drama month to watch stuff.

[clementine-writes-things]

Needy - E.N

Summary: Y/n is on a new birth control, and they are still getting used to how the hormones are affecting their body. After all, it takes a while to get adjusted. Well, the hormones certainly are affecting them...in pretty heated ways. It definitely catches Edward off guard, but he can't really complain. (this kind of just jumps write into it)

Content Warning: NSFW 18+ MDNI, explicit language, smut, periods, birth control, AFAB!Reader, they/them pronouns, penetration, fluff, a little angst if u squint, gentle sex that turns rough, Edward is a bit of an egotist, Edward being called "Mr. Nashton" and LOVING it, dirty talk, hormonal!Reader, emotional!Reader, horny!Reader, sub!Reader, soft dom!Edward, Edward being an AMAZING boyfriend, aftercare.

Word Count: 9.4k

Songs For Inspo:

PURPLE HEART (w/ Don Toliver) - Odetari

Moonlight - Kali Uchis

Sex On Fire - Kings Of Leon

(Apologies if this isn't the best work. I had a difficult time writing this for some reason, and I just decided to post it anyways. I've re-written it like 6 different times. I'm not too proud of it, but I hope you guys like it still. I'm really sorry <3)

"How can I help you feel better, baby?"

Oh to be a biological woman dealing with hormones.

Said absolutely no one ever.

Y/n certainly didn't say it. One of the worst things about being an AFAB woman, is having a period. It's pretty much non-negotiable. There's really no debate about it. They just suck. And y/n had terrible periods. They were so painful, that they were put on birth control by their OBGYN, in hopes that it would not only regulate their flow, but lessen the pain. Now sure, y/n could easily just continue to take birth control, and never have a period again, but it felt weird. It felt weird to not have a period every now and then. Maybe it was paranoia, but they liked knowing that their body was still working properly. Hell, if they were a day late to their period, they'd freak out and think they were pregnant. But they never were, obviously, because Edward and y/n were very careful. Neither of them wanted kids at the moment, and they weren't in the best living conditions to have any either. It was better to be safe than sorry, and wear a condom, even if y/n was on birth control. But that's besides the point. The thing about getting on a new birth control is...

Sometimes it takes a bit to get adjusted to the hormones...

Edward sat at his computer, a remote controller in his hands. He had a pair of headphones on, matching the RGB keyboard and over set up of his PC. Currently, he had the color set on a soft green. It illuminated his face nicely in the dark bedroom that he shared with y/n. He had the day off from work, as it was a Saturday. Y/n, however, had work. Their schedule was never truly consistent, which irritated them greatly, but they got used to it. Usually if their schedule was going to change, they would be notified in advance, so it wasn't too bad. While y/n was at work, Edward had made himself useful around the apartment. He straightened up his desk, which was in the living room, and put away all of his files and books. He had a bad habit of leaving them out when he was finished with them. After he did that, he cleaned the kitchen, and wiped down every surface. He even managed to get a little workout in, but he was very sweaty as a result. He hadn't yet changed or showered, so he sat in his chair in nothing but a slightly sweaty tank top, and a pair of grey sweatpants. Edward didn't work out that much, as he wasn't a big fan of going to public gyms. But when he wanted to workout, and still wanted privacy, he'd just do simple stuff in the apartment. He still had a dad bod, which y/n loved, but he was also starting to get a little toned in the chest, arms, and even his legs. It paired perfectly with his dad bod, giving y/n the best of both worlds.

"Oh ok, yeah that's fine. I'll just ride right off the cliff on my horse. That's...that's definitely what I wanted." He sighed, putting the controller down.

Edward had recently gotten into Red Dead Redemption 2. Some of his coworkers had suggested it, and told him to start with the second game. He was confused as to why, but they said that it would get him more connected to the characters. So far, he was a big fan of the game. If you put an outlaw cowboy in front of him, and give him the ability to ride horses, of course he's going to love it. Who wouldn't? Y/n sure as hell loved to play it. How they played was very different though. Edward would play the game just like the game intended, and he focused on the story a lot. Y/n did the same thing, but they also liked to pretend that they were actually just living life as Arthur Morgan. They liked to wander around, hunt the legendary animals, gather plants and herbs, and fish. Edward loved to watch them play, because he enjoyed seeing them so happy. It warmed his heart a lot. And y/n needed as much happiness as they could get lately. Edward had gone with y/n to the OBGYN appointment when they talked about a new birth control. He went, with y/n's permission of course, because he wanted to be involved with it. Of course he wanted to know about his partner's health, he was their boyfriend. He knew about the side effects that could come with it, he knew about how the hormones could take a while to get used to, and he knew that y/n would be very hormonal for a while. But he told them that he would do his best to help in any way he could. That was one of the reasons he cleaned the apartment, actually. Y/n had mentioned that it felt cluttered, and that it stressed them out a bit to come home to it. Edward agreed, as he usually kept things nice and tidy. But lately he had gotten caught up with work, so he let it slip through his fingers. Cleaning, as strange as it might seem, was therapeutic for him. So really, it wasn't that tolling for him to clean. But even if it was, seeing y/n be less stressed when they came home would be all the reward he would ever need. Speaking of...

Edward looked at the clock on his nightstand.

'10:03 P.M'

He hummed softly, rapping his fingers against the desk. That was very strange. Y/n was closing tonight, and they closed at 9:30. They should be home by now, based on their former nights closing. Normally, being a few minutes late wouldn't be a big deal, but they lived in Gotham. If y/n was a few minutes late, Edward had every right to be paranoid. He sighed, pushing his glasses up and involuntarily blinked roughly. Sometimes when he got anxious or worried, he'd get tics. His phone vibrated on the desk, and he picked it up, looking at the caller ID. It was if they could detect his nerves. Answering the phone, he brought it up to his ear.

"Hell-"

"I'm so fucking tired of this job! I swear! It's like they think I don't have a life outside of work!" They huffed on the other end, cutting him off.

Edward fell silent, spinning in his chair slowly. He looked like he was a therapist listening to their patient.

"I'm sorry, honey. What happened? Are you ok?" He asked, flickering his eyes toward his computer screen.

"No, I'm not fine actually! They had me stay late for literally no reason! They said I needed to clean the store. Like what!? What the fuck do they think I did all day?! I clean while I work! That's literally a part of my job! I swear t- UGH!" They groaned, raising their voice at the last word.

He fidgeted with a bracelet on his wrist.

"That sucks, baby. I'm sorry about that."

"It's not your fault. It's my jizz stain of a boss' fault. Anyways, I'm almost home. I just got off the subway and I'm walking down the block right now." They mumbled, exhaustion evident in their voice.

"Alright sweetheart, I'll see you soon. I love you."

"I love you, too. Bye."

When y/n hung up, Edward put his phone back on the desk. He felt bad for y/n. They had complained about how much their boss sucked before, and Edward fully agreed. Y/n was a fairly new employee at the store, so it really didn't make sense as to why they would be expected to do so many things so soon. Plus, they also had coworkers that liked to slack off, so they tended to pick up the tasks they didn't finish. But Edward had a sneaking suspicion that y/n was dealing with a little more than they let on through the phone call. Grabbing his controller, he played the game again. He'd have to ask them about it when they got back.

It was around 10:14 when y/n arrived at the apartment. The jingle of keys and the click of the door caught Edward's attention. He turned around, ready to get out of his chair, but y/n entered the bedroom before he could. They didn't say anything, but walked towards the bed and face planted on it. Edward watched in pity, leaning back into his chair. Y/n screamed into the mattress, muffling the noise. Not even a second later, they got up and started to take off their work uniform. Edward remained quiet, watching as y/n got undressed and ranted about work.

"I'm going to bomb the building. Air strike. Mustard gas. Do we have ammonia?" They asked, throwing their work visor across the room, not caring where it landed.

"I'm not sure I want to encourage that." He said, removing his headphones.

Y/n pulled their shirt over their head, tossing it in the hamper. Edward's cheeks flushed a little bit, still getting giddy when he saw y/n like that. They had been dating for over a year already, and he still felt like kicking his feet back and forth whenever he kissed y/n, or got intimate in anyway. Y/n groaned, covering their face with their hands.

"Fucking SAMANTHA! What the fuck!? She's worked there longer than I have, and she 'doesn't know how to prep the veggies'. Can you believe that shit!?"

Edward chuckled a little bit.

"W-"

Y/n cut him off.

"Just wash and cut them! Wash. And. Cut. What the actual FUCK is so confusing about that?!" Y/n ran their hands through their hair.

Their boyfriend nodded, deciding to just let them vent. It was best if they got everything off their chest. He knew they would feel better once they did. They removed their belt, tossing it on the floor. Usually y/n would put everything away, but they were too frustrated right now. Unbuttoning the jeans, they let them fall to the floor. Edward glanced down for a second, but looked back up at them.

"And the customers, oh don't get me fucking started! They expect me to count change like I'm 20 seconds in the fucking future! And sometimes we don't have enough fucking quarters, so I just give them the change in fucking nickels and dimes, and I'm counting them like that banker from that one episode of Chowder!!!" Y/n groaned, walking into their bathroom.

Edward furrowed his eyebrows.

"I don't remember that episode."

"HE COUNTED SLOW, EDWARD." Y/n called back.

He nodded, saying a soft "oh". He got up from his chair, and walked towards the bathroom. On his way, he picked up y/n's work hat and their belt, putting them on the dresser. After that, he stood in the doorway of the bathroom, and leaned against the frame. Y/n was taking their makeup off, using the makeup wipes a little too aggressively. It was then that Edward realized they were crying.

"A-And th-then...there w-was this e-elderly couple that came in. Th-They were so nice! A-And when I was checking them out, I must have f-forgotten how to talk b-because instead of saying 'your total is'..."

Y/n trailed, sniffling as they threw the makeup wipe away. Most of the makeup was off, except some of their mascara. They wiped a tear away, grabbing another wipe.

"...I said 'your turkey is' be-because they had tu-turkey on their sandwich, a-and my b-brain stopped workinggg!" Y/n sobbed, crying into their hands.

Edward stifled a laugh, biting down on his tongue. He frowned though, upset at the fact that y/n was crying. Not sure if they wanted a hug or not, he remained where he was. Y/n tossed the makeup wipe away, rinsing their face off with water before drying it with a towel.

"I'm sorry baby, it sounds like you had a stressful day." He sighed.

They nodded, lifting their head up from the sink. A groan left their lips, and they continued to dry their face off. Y/n looked down at the floor, staring at their socks.

"And all day I've been suffering! This stupid fucking birth control is making me crazy. I couldn't stop thinking abou-"

Y/n stopped talking, ending the sentence with a little whine as they looked up at Edward. In the heat of their rant, they hadn't noticed how he looked. Not to mention, there wasn't much light in the bedroom. Y/n took note of the tank top that was frankly a little too tight for him, and how it hugged his body perfectly. Because of how tight it was, or at least small on him, it ended a little bit below his below his belly button. His sweatpants were tied, but they rested on his lower hips, allowing his v-line and happy trail to be on full display. He wore one of the bracelets y/n made for him, out of those small rubber bands, on his wrist. And not to mention, the new hairstyle he was trying out. Oh have mercy. It wasn't too long, but more like a shaggy look. It was messy and all over the place, yet it looked perfect. It was long, but it didn't go past his mid-neck. It suited him so well, and for some odd reason, it complimented his clear glasses. Y/n's knees buckled, and they placed a hand on the counter for support. Edward raised an eyebrow, eyes widening in surprise slightly.

"...um." They mumbled, chest heaving.

Edward smiled, standing up straight instead of leaning against the doorframe. He turned around, leaving the bathroom and heading to the bed. Y/n followed quickly, turning the bathroom light off as she left. He had sat down on the edge, and patted his lap. With absolutely no hesitation, y/n straddled his lap. Edward brushed some hair out of their face, and pressed his lips against their forehead. One of his hands rubbed circles into their lower back, and the other cupped their cheek.

"Talk to me, baby. I'm here for you." His voice was soft.

Y/n's bottom lip trembled, and they wrapped their arms around his neck. They buried their face into the crook of his neck, and started to weep. He continued to rub circles into their back, moving his other hand to the back of their head.

"I-I'm just really emotional, and I k-keep thinking a-about you. It w-wasn't like this yesterday! But today a-all I could think about w-was you."

He nodded.

"What can I do to help you, baby?"

Y/n whined, bucking their hips against his. He groaned, closing his eyes tightly. They continued to move their hips back and forth, albeit slowly. One of their hands trailed up to his head, tangling in his hair to play with it and tug gently. Edward felt like he was on another planet. He had an IQ of 190, he was no idiot. But sometimes, he just did not pick up social cues that well. He had no idea that y/n had been feeling this way, up until now. It still amazed him that y/n was dating him, and on top of that liked to have sex with him. That absolutely blew his mind. Him. Edward Nashton. When y/n started grinding on him, everything became perfectly clear.

"Fuck me, Eddie, please..." They whimpered into his neck.

All of his blood rushed South, and he felt his cheeks heat up. Edward cleared his throat, suddenly feeling like it was closing up. His heavy breathing caused his glasses to fog up, and he wiped the condensation away. He had to admit, even though he was a fairly shy man, he liked to take charge a lot. It was true that he had a bit of an ego problem, and y/n just loved to stroke it. Sometimes when they got intimate, they'd get a little kinky and experimental, but other times they kept things pretty simple. Either way though, Edward couldn't help but let his ego and his possessive tendencies kick in. And right now, both of them were kicking in. Sure, y/n had asked Edward if they could have sex multiple times, but never like this. They had never grinded on his lap and beg in his ear for it. For him. It boosted his ego immensely. And he was always possessive over y/n, hating it when anyone looked at y/n with a hint of lust or want. Right now, he wanted to take care of y/n, because they were his. Y/n didn't want anyone else except for him. They wanted him. They were begging him to fuck them, and they were crying from how much they wanted it. Yes, the hormones they were dealing with definitely had something to do with it, but they still craved him. They were desperate for something only he could give to them. And why was that?

Because they were his, and nobody could treat them as lovingly as he did.

"Oh baby, you sound so frustrated." He cooed, kissing their shoulder.

They nodded against him.

"M' so horny, please! I need it so bad, Eddie!"

He seethed through his teeth as y/n continued to sloppily grind on him. His dick was fully erect, and it create a prominent tent in his sweats. Swallowing thickly, he picked y/n up and laid them down on the bed. They instantly whined, upset at the loss of friction. Edward was quick to shush them.

"Hey, hey, be patient. I can't fuck you with my clothes on, baby." He chuckled softly.

Y/n sat up, eyes wide.

"Y-You're gonna fuck me?" They asked, almost in shock.

He pulled the drawstring of his sweats, pulling them down. They pooled at his feet, and he kicked them of completely. Y/n's eyes focused on the large bulge in his boxer-briefs. Edward grabbed the hem of his tank top.

"I asked how I could help, and that was your answer. Plus, it's not like I'm complaining." He smiled, removing his tank top.

Y/n watched as he tossed it to the side. Edward stood in front of y/n, as they sat on the side of the bed. The green light from the PC setup lit the room up, creating a neon aura. It provided a nice atmosphere for the current mood. It amused Edward greatly, seeing y/n look up at him with doe eyes. They looked mesmerized, as if they hadn't had sex with him before. Edward could practically see the desperation in their pupils, but he could definitely smell it. Not sure how they might want it, he decided to ask.

"How do you want it, baby? I want to give you exactly what you want." He asked, reaching down to cup their face.

They moaned a little, melting into his touch. Biting on their bottom lip, they thought for a moment. After a moment, they slid away and laid on their back. Y/n rested their head on one of the pillows, rubbing their thighs together. Edward smiled, humming a little bit before climbing on top of them. He planted his hands on both sides of them, leaning down to mold his lips against theirs. Y/n didn't wait to reciprocate it, wrapping their arms around his neck again. They instinctively hooked their legs around his waist, pulling him down. His clothed erection rubbed against y/n's clothed heat, and they both moaned into each other's mouths. Taking their action as a hint, he decided to continue humping against y/n slowly. With every movement, y/n let out soft pants. Edward pulled away from the kiss, instantly moving to their neck. Y/n tilted their head to the side to give him more access, and he took advantage of it. His lips sucked at their skin, biting occasionally, leaving purple marks to remind them of this night. He pulled away from their neck, leaving it slicked with saliva.

"You wanna take that off for me?" He gestured to their bra.

He sat up, reaching into his nightstand. While he did that, y/n swiftly unhooked their bra. They threw it to the side, and propped themself up on their hands. Y/n watched as Edward grabbed a condom from his drawer, and closed it. He placed the condom next to him, moving his attention back to y/n. A soft hum left his lips, and he leaned down to pepper kisses over the exposed skin. Y/n let themself slide back down against the mattress, succumbing to the pleasure Edward was giving them. He could be so rough sometimes, and he could also be gentle. Tonight, he wanted to be gentle. He wanted to make y/n feel good, and focus on them. Everything was about them tonight. He made sure of that as he swirled his tongue around their nipple, grazing his teeth over it ever so lightly. Y/n, sensitive from being horny all day, arched their back. Their chest was pushed further against his face, and he groaned at the action. He wrapped his arms around their stomach, holding it in place as he continued to give attention to y/n's breasts. After a few moments, he trailed down their stomach, releasing them from his embrace. His entire body moved with him, and when he reached y/n's panties he let his breath fan against their skin. Y/n bucked their hips, making him chuckle. Edward hooked his fingers under the fabric, tugging it down slowly before discarding it. The sight made him shiver.

"Fuck, no wonder you're so needy..." He trailed.

Y/n whined as he spread them open with his thumbs. He just wanted to look for a little while longer. It amazed him that they were so wet, and their swollen clit only fueled his desire to make them feel good. Letting out a shaky breath, he looked up at y/n.

"What do you want me to do, honey? Just tell Eddie what to do." He cooed.

"Hey, I thought you were the one to boss me around? Are we switching roles or something?" They joked, giggling a little bit.

Edward rolled his eyes.

"No, I happen to like being in charge. I just want to help you out baby, but if you don't want it..." He trailed, pulling away.

Y/n wrapped their legs around his neck, pulling him down. He smirked, and raised an eyebrow. They blushed, realizing how needy that was. But they couldn't help it. They were so desperate.

"That's what I thought, so what do you want, hm?"

"Can you, um...uh...you know, um..." They stuttered.

Edward rubbed their thighs, shaking his head playfully. Y/n's heart was racing, and they were breathing heavily. He leaned down, lips just centimeters away from where y/n needed him. Keeping his eyes on y/n's, he blew on their center.

"You're so hot and bothered that you can't even talk, baby. You poor thing." He hummed.

Slowly, he let his tongue roll out. Y/n watched in awe as he pressed it against them. With a torturous drag, he glided his tongue through their slick folds. Their arousal gathered on his tongue, and he had to hold y/n's hips down to prevent them from bucking up again. Edward brought his tongue back into his mouth, swallowing as he looked at y/n. They let out a moan, whining a bit at the end.

"Is that what you want, angel? You want me to eat you out? You want Eddie to go down on you?" He massaged their thighs.

Edward's eyes, already a mossy green, were further accentuated by the light. The neon green danced across his iris, making the color of it glow. The best way y/n could describe it was like one of those pictures from the Hubble. They would often see pictures that were taken by it, and it amazed them at how perfectly they captured the colors in space. That was what Edward's eyes looked like. It was as if an entire solar system resided in his irises. Y/n swore they could see stars shimmering. Unable to speak properly, they nodded and let out a little "mhm". Edward chuckled, and brought his head back down between their legs. His hot breath fanned against their slick coated thighs, and it made them shiver. Carefully, and dare y/n say expertly, he spread y/n out with his thumbs again. He was handling them as if they were made of glass, worried that he might break them. Edward would have no problem being rough with them, but it didn't seem like that was the right move for the moment. Y/n needed him to help them, and he was going to do just that. His tongue sneaked out, and while keeping y/n spread out, he pushed it inside of them. It was fairly easy, as y/n was already soaking wet. Edward hummed against them, sending a vibration through their body. Y/n reached down, griping his hair tightly. He hadn't even done anything that pleasurable, and they were already losing it. It showed how much they really needed him. In hopes to comfort them, he slid his hands up and rubbed their stomach, as well as on of their right hip. When they calmed down a little, he started to gently eat them out. It was as if he was making out with y/n, but with their other pair of lips, of course. Edward didn't change his pace, and instead kept it consistent. He didn't want to overwhelm them, seeing as they were already extremely sensitive. The sound of y/n's wetness mixing with his tongue filled the room, and it clouded both of their minds like a heavy fog. It was impossible for Edward to think about anything else other than this moment. Y/n whimpered, bucking their hips and pushing him away with their foot. He didn't resist, and sat up fully as he looked at y/n. Their arousal coated his chin, and he looked like he was a dog that had just had their favorite bone taken away from them. His chest heaved up and down, panting a bit as he caught his breath.

"Is something wrong, baby? Was I too slow, or too fast?" He asked, wiping the slick from his face.

Y/n watched as he licked it off his fingers, and let out a little whine. They shook their head instantly, trying to find the words to say. Edward gave them time, deciding not to touch them in case they were overstimulated. Swallowing a lump in their throat, they finally answered his question.

"I want you t' fuck me, now. Um, please...?"

Edward smiled, his heart leaping at how sweet they sounded. He gave a little nod, and got off the bed. Y/n followed him with their eyes, watching as he pulled down his underwear. He crawled back on the bed, and muttered under his breath as he kicked the article of clothing off of his ankle. Y/n watched as he picked up the condom, tearing it open and rolling it on with a soft hiss. He pulsed in his hand, and a sigh left his lips as he lowered himself down to y/n. They wrapped their arms around his neck, melting against his lips as he kissed them. Edward used his knees to spread their legs open a little more, positioning himself in front of them. He pulled away from the kiss, hovering over their lips.

"Are you ready, baby?" He asked gently.

"Eddie, please, just fuck me! I need it so bad!" They whined, tilting their head back.

He smiled, amused at how eager they were. He agreed nevertheless, and trailed his hands down to their hips. With a gentle, yet firm, grip on them, he slowly pushed himself inside of them. Y/n instantly arched their back, letting a lewd moan escape their lips. Edward groaned, heart skipping a beat at the sight of them below him. He was only halfway inside, keeping still to let them adjust. When he noticed y/n was breathing more normally, he pushed himself in all the way. Y/n was filled to the brim, and he was stretching them out so strongly. The feeling was almost too much to handle, and they thought they might faint. Edward rubbed their hips comfortingly, leaning down to plant a kiss on their forehead.

"Is everything ok, an-"

Y/n brought their hips back, and bucked them up roughly. The sudden friction made Edward end his sentence abruptly and moan softly. His grip on their hips tightened, and his nails dug into their skin. He held them down firmly, resting his forehead against their chest.

"F-Fuck, you're really needy aren't you? I thought I was supposed to fuck you, not the o-other way around." He joked, his chuckle strained from the tight sensation he was feeling.

Y/n whined.

"I just need it s-so bad!"

Edward sighed, lifting his head back up. Being careful to not be too abrupt with his movements, he flipped over on his back. Y/n sat on his lap, giving him a good view of his dick inside of them as he laid back against the pillows. He looked a little shy, almost like he was more flustered than y/n was. Clearing his throat, he slid his hands down to cup y/n's ass. He gently moved them forward a little bit, making them moan.

"Can, um, can you show me? Like, show me how bad you, uh, want it?" He stumbled over his words.

He was always a shy man, and even though he liked to take charge in the bedroom, he still had his shy moments during it too. Edward was a dom all the way, there was no doubt about it. The man felt more comfortable in the dominant role, and y/n felt more comfortable as a sub. It was something they discussed a while ago. But that didn't mean that he was some sex crazed fuck machine during sex. Edward really just wanted to give y/n pleasure. It still blew his mind that y/n, a stunning person, would be involved in a relationship with a nerdy introvert like him. And the fact that y/n also wanted him sexually? Oh be still his heart. Of course he was going to get a little shy during sex every now and then.

"H-How do I do that?" Y/n asked, lightly grinding on him.

Edward rolled his eyes playfully.

"What, do I need to wear a saddle or something? You know what I mean, baby." He teased.

Y/n's eyes widened, but they nodded. Letting out a shaky breath, they planted their hands on his chest. They could feel the toned muscle, reminding themself to praise Edward for his progress in his fitness. He had been working really hard, and he definitely deserved praise. Slowly, y/n started to move back and forth on Edward. He reached his arms forward, resting his hands on their hips. When they sped their movements up a little, they whimpered and hung their head low.

"Oh fuck..." They mumbled.

Edward watched in awe, completely enamored with y/n. Instead of grinding against him, they were now lightly bouncing up and down. Their tits matched their movements, and Edward couldn't help but stare. His chest heaved up and down heavily, his arousal was skyrocketing.

"Yeah? Does it feel good, baby?" He asked breathlessly.

They nodded, mumbling incoherent things as they increased their speed. Edward bit down on his lip, gripping their hips tightly. It was taking every fiber in his being to not fuck up into them. He wanted to, but he wanted y/n to go a little bit longer first. They clenched around him, pulling him out of his thoughts. He winced, watching as y/n's movements got more sluggish and lazy. They were growing tired, and as a result, they weren't thinking about what they were doing. He calmed them down, flipping them over on their back and pulling out of them. Instantly, y/n whined and squirmed underneath him. They hooked their legs around him, trying to make him go back inside. He nearly melted, feeling a little sorry for them.

"Hey, baby, calm down. Just take a minute to catch your breath. You're exhausting yourself." He shushed gently.

They stopped squirming, and looked like they were thinking for a moment. Shortly after, they rolled over and buried their face into a pillow. Edward watched as they started to sob, feeling a little startled. Cautiously, he rested a hand on their back and rubbed circles into it.

"Angel, what's wrong?"

Y/n cried into the pillow, muffling just how loud it really was. Their body heaved with the cries, and Edward did his best to soothe them.

"I'm g-gross! All I w-want is sex, all the time! I'm just a-a-a whoreee!" They choked out.

Edward's eyes widened, completely baffled at their words. He couldn't help but laugh lightly. Shaking his head, he grabbed y/n's shoulder and turned them over. They covered their face with their hands, and he frowned. He grabbed them, holding them to their sides. They avoided eye contact, tears staining their cheeks.

"Y/n, you couldn't be more wrong. Do not call yourself that." He scolded softly.

They huffed.

"It's true..."

"Y/n, we haven't had sex in almost a month, what do you mean you always want sex? If that makes you a whore, then I have no idea what that makes me, because I'm far more sexually needy than you are." He chuckled.

"W-Whatever..." They sniffled.

He sighed.

"Baby, listen to me. You're just hormonal. The birth control is taking a toll on you, and it'll stop eventually. It just takes some getting used to. That's why you're so needy. You're not a whore, you're just, well, horny. And that's perfectly normal, angel. You don't see me complaining about it, do you?"

Y/n shook their head shyly, blushing a little.

"No..."

"Exactly. I want to help you with what you're going through, baby. And if fucking you helps, well, I guess I'm willing to do it. If I have to, you know." He said sarcastically, trying to make them cheer up.

"Oh shut up, Eddie!" They shoved his chest lightly.

"Look, this is a very strenuous task on my part, so I expect some payment." He joked.

Y/n rolled their eyes, wiping away a stray tear. Edward leaned down, kissing one of their tears away as well. They giggled, squealing a little when he started to pepper kisses all over their face. He only stopped when they pushed him off.

"Ok, that was payment enough. But the question is, do you still want to continue? It's ok if you don't." He reassured.

Y/n nodded.

"Fuck yeah I still want to! Um, sorry abou-"

Edward pushed inside of them, making y/n yelp. They wrapped their arms around his neck, clawing at his back. He winced, and let out a groan. Y/n furrowed their eyebrows.

"Y-You interrupted me!"

"Well, I didn't really want to hear you apologize for something that you had no reason to apologize for." He smiled, leaning down and kissing them.

"God you're too good for me." Y/n hummed.

"That's rich coming from an angel like you. You're like a precious mouse, and I'm like a plague infested sewer rat next to you." He chuckled hoarsely.

Y/n giggled, running a hand through his hair as he stilled inside of them.

"Yeah, well I love my sewer rat boyfriend."

He rolled his eyes at the playful comment. Oddly enough, it felt slightly endearing. That was probably because it was coming from y/n. Everything sounded pleasant to him if it came from y/n. He reared his hips back, and started to fuck into y/n at a steady pace. It wasn't too soft, but it wasn't too rough either. It was just right.

"Do you like it when he fucks you, too?" He hummed, leaning down and hovering above their lips.

They whined, nails digging into his skin as he continued to pump into them. He winced at the feeling, but suppressed it. Edward felt y/n clench around him, and he let out a deep groan.

"Oh fuuuck! Eddie!"

He smiled against their lips. Edward kissed them briefly, and kept his mouth against theirs. His mouth was agape, and so was y/n's. The two of them moaned into each other's mouth, making the scenario much more erotic.

"Mmm, I love when you call me that." He mumbled.

Edward propped himself up on his forearms, doing his best to maintain a consistent position and pace. He would only change things up if y/n told him to. Biting down on his lip, he slammed his lips fully against y/n's. His tongue slithered into their mouth, and the two of them lost themselves in the kiss. Y/n reached one hand down, resting it on Edward's ass, pushing him forward a bit. He took that as a sign to speed up, and he did exactly that. His hips moved back in forth in a fluid motion, resembling the waves in an ocean.

"Am I making you feel better, angel?" He murmured, pulling away from the kiss.

A string of saliva connected their lips, breaking after a few seconds. Y/n nodded frantically, eyes shut tightly. The pleasure was insurmountable, and y/n was overwhelmed by it. He whined, thrusts faltering as y/n tightened around him.

"S-So good, Eddie! It feels so good!"

He smiled and placed his forehead against y/n's. Each thrust he gave made y/n's body move back and forth. They let out a lewd whimper, clawing at his back desperately. Edward winced, cursing underneath his breath and biting down on his bottom lip. He didn't realize how fast he was truly going, not until y/n praised him.

"Is it too much, baby? Do I ne-"

"Fuck, babe please! I need more, Eddie. M' so horny, please just run me through!" They pleaded, whining in frustration.

His cheeks reddened, and he felt like he was going to cry. Not in sadness, but in desire. It was such an amazing thing for him to see, no matter how many times they did it. Y/n was not a stranger to begging and pleading, especially during sex. And Edward was no stranger to being a little more on the rough side during sex. But he wasn't sure that he should be rough in the current situation. Since y/n was so desperate for pleasure, he figured they'd want to get straight to the point and orgasm. But that was far from what they wanted apparently. He chuckled softly, and almost awkwardly. His thrusts slowed down, and he cleared his throat.

"A-Are you sure? Don't you want to cum, baby? I can tell you're al-almost there." He grunted, feeling them tighten around him.

They nodded, and then they placed their hands on his shoulders. Edward's eyes widened when they pushed him back. He let out a huff when y/n pushed him onto his back, switching their positions. Y/n sat on his lap, their hands placed on his chest. He looked up at them, completely in awe. They leaned down, lips next to his ear.

"I do, but I never said how many times..." They whispered.

Edward let out a little noise, twitching inside of them as he did so. He was an absolute menace when it came to dirty talk, but so was y/n. They were able to get him so worked up simply over their words. He groaned, and he grabbed their hips firmly. A small chuckle left his throat, and he watched as y/n sat up straight on his lap.

"Oh trust me, I have no issues with that. But I don't want to hurt you, sweetie. And I don't want to take advantage of your...situation." He sighed.

Y/n smiled warmly, and they started to move back and forth on top of him. He squinted his eyes shut, tilting his head back as he let out a heavy breath. They slowed their movements, and Edward looked up into their eyes.

"Eddie, you are not taking advantage of me, I promise. I want this so fucking bad. And if I get uncomfortable, I'll tell you." They comforted him.

He nodded.

"Alright, baby."

Y/n giggled, and traced shapes onto his stomach. Edward watched, a little taken aback by how relaxed they were being. A little blush spread over their cheeks, and they bit back a shy smile.

"And maybe I don't want you to hurt me, but I never said I wanted you to be gentle, did I, Mr. Nashton?"

His eyes widened, and a low moan left his lips. Edward's dick twitched inside of y/n, and it made them let out a quicky shaky breath. With his hands already on y/n's hips, he tightened the grip on them and began to move y/n up and down on his dick. The sudden action made y/n gasp, gripping onto his shoulders for stability. He swallowed thickly, and reveled in the sound of y/n's skin slapping against his.

"Fuck, you really are a needy little thing, aren't you?" He groaned, eyes flickering towards y/n's chest.

They let out a whimper in response, their grip still iron tight on his shoulders. Y/n was so enamored with the pleasure, that they started to bounce up and down by themself. Edward stopped guiding their hips when they did this, and instead moved them to different spots. His right hand went between their legs, using his thumb to rub their clit roughly. His left hand rested on their thigh, giving it the occasional rub and light smack.

"Ohhh, Eddie! Y-Yes!" Y/n cried out, tilting their head back slightly.

"Yeah, that's right. Bounce on it, baby. Bounce on this dick and show me how bad you want it." Edward's words were sultry and as sweet as honey.

Y/n couldn't help but grow more aroused with his talk. He was always able to make y/n crumble with mere words. They swore that Edward was the sweetest man alive, but also the most carnal and perverted. The pace at which y/n was riding him was fast, but it was also sloppy. It showed how needy they were, and how desperate they were to get fucked by their boyfriend. He wanted to fuck them too, but he just had to see them go a little longer. It was such a pretty sight, and he couldn't help but indulge himself. When y/n's movements slowed significantly, and he could see how worn out they were, he decided to take over. He easily flipped y/n over, switching positions once again. His blatant display for control made y/n shiver in anticipation. They wrapped their arms around his neck, and hooked their legs around his hips.

"Need you so bad! Need you t' fuck my pussy so bad, sir, please!" Y/n whined, bucking their hips up.

Edward didn't hesitate to rear his hips back and pummel into y/n's aching core. He filled them up completely, slamming into the bundle of nerves deep inside of them. Y/n arched their back as their body was flooded with ecstasy. With a smile on his face, he looked at how they reacted to what he was doing to them. It made him feel proud, and he could feel his ego inflating. Y/n knew that Edward had a bit of an egotistical nature, but it didn't bother them that much. After all, y/n told him that they were his #1 fan. It was sweet, truly, and it made him feel loved. Thought it certainly didn't help his ego, but that was ok with the both of them. He buried his face into y/n's neck, attacking it with kisses and leaving hickeys wherever he could reach.

"M' always gonna fuck you when you need it. Gonna make you cum on my dick, baby." He cooed, licking a stripe up their neck.

Y/n moaned, using their legs to push him further inside. He squinted his eyes, mouth agape as y/n tightened around him. Edward continued to thrust into them, kissing their neck as their breathing got quicker and quicker by the second. He let out a slew of curses as y/n clawed at his back, sure to leave marks.

"I-I'm gonna...Eddie!"

He maintained his pace, not wanting to change anything that might throw y/n off their orgasm. Edward placed his hand on their stomach, rubbing it with a bit of pressure. The action made y/n whimper, their breath catching in their throat as their climax came crashing down on them.

"C'mon baby, let it all out, you poor thing." He hummed, guiding them through their orgasm.

Y/n hid their face into the crook of his neck, pulling him closer to them as they came around him. Edward continued to fuck into them, but he slowed down just a tiny bit. His own orgasm was just around the corner, and he was chasing it. Y/n must have realized, because they did something that always made him crumble. It was his weakness. They laid their head back down on the pillow, and brought a hand up to his face. Y/n tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, and then cupped his rosy cheek in their palm.

"S-Such a pretty boy, Eddie..."

And just like always, he fell apart like a freshly baked cookie. He brought his head down, resting his forehead against y/n's sternum. The tight knot in his stomach was unraveled, and he muffled his moan by kissing y/n's breasts. His hot load filled up the condom, and he panted heavily despite his attempt to catch his breath. Edward's hips staggered, and his pace was now slow. After a moment to regain his composure, he sat up and pulled out of y/n. He quickly pulled the condom off and tied it, tossing it into the waste bin by his desk. Y/n opened their mouth to say something, but he silenced them with his own lips. They reciprocated it, and Edward slithered his tongue inside. When he pulled away, y/n's lips were puffy and red from the heated passion that Edward had given to them.

"I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart." He smiled, moving down their body.

Y/n's eyes widened as he hungrily spread their legs open. They were given no time to react, as Edward had already attached his lips to y/n's dripping core. Their clit was swollen, and it was obvious to see that they were still sensitive from their orgasm. He dragged his tongue between their folds, and shoved it inside of them shortly after. Y/n let out a shrill moan, reaching down to grip his hair.

"Oh my God, Eddie! A-Ahh!"

His large hands were planted firmly on the inside of their thighs, giving him easy access to their pussy. Whenever he ate y/n out, they had a tendency to clamp their legs around his head. Usually he didn't mind it, he actually liked it, but right now he didn't want that to happen. He wanted them to stay spread open so he could easily continue his onslaught. He felt like a starved animal with the way he was eating them out. Guttural groans emitted in his chest, and they sent vibrations through y/n's skin. He circled their clit with his tongue, and then flicked the tip of it over the sensitive nub repeatedly. This made y/n let out a frenzy of whines, whimpers, and incoherent words. Their thighs desperately tried to shoot up, but he kept a firm hold on them. He removed himself from y/n's legs, and breathed heavily.

"I'm gonna make you squirt all over my face, you perfect fucking angel." He groaned, diving back down.

Y/n arched their back, moving their hands to grip the sheets of the bed. Their knuckles turned white, and Edward slurped messily at the arousal that was seeping out of them. His dick was hard once again, no surprise, and he felt the urge to ravish y/n for a second time. He nibbled on their clit lightly, not wanting to hurt them. Y/n squealed, bringing their hands up to their face to cover their mouth. Although they were both very vocal during sex, they had to be mindful of the fact that they had neighbors sadly. Edward did take y/n camping one time, and they really went all out during that. If there were any other people camping near them, well they probably thought someone was getting murdered by how loudly y/n was screaming and Edward was grunting.

Sensing that y/n was close, Edward removed his lips from their pussy. He let go of their thighs, and shoved two fingers inside of them in a swift motion. The sensation of them curling inside of them made y/n moan into their hand. He grinned, adding another finger not even a few seconds later. The sight of y/n arching towards the ceiling, covering their mouth, and bucking up into his hands was enough to make his dick fully erect and rest flush against his stomach.

"Oh, I love how responsive you get, angel." He cooed, pumping his fingers in and out.

Y/n wanted to say something, but they feared if they removed their hand that they would scream. Edward understood, so he just continued to dirty talk. He knew it would make them cum hard. It always did.

"You're such a needy girl. First my cock, then my mouth, and now my fingers? You'll take anything I give you, won't you?" He groaned, feeling them clamp around his long fingers.

They nodded in response, quietly crying into their palm. Y/n bucked their hips upwards repeatedly, and Edward could tell they were about to cum. When he was certain y/n was just on the edge, he pulled his fingers out. With one of his hands, he made a cupping gesture in front of their pussy. The other hand moved to their clit, using three fingers to rub it in a circular motion. Sure, most men knew where the clit was, but not many truly know how to make someone cum from touching it. Edward knew. Oh, he knew a little too well. He knew how to make y/n cum in ways that they never even knew was possible. His wrist moved in a fluid motion, and before y/n knew it, they were squirting into the palm of his hand. He watched in awe, licking his lips as their arousal shot out of them and trickled down his calloused palm. Edward slowed the movement of his fingers, and worked y/n through the high. When they came down from the orgasm, he removed his hand and lifted the other one up. A prideful smirk was on his fast as he lowered his hand down to y/n, letting them see their climax literally in the palm of his hand. Some had dripped down onto the sheets and on y/n's stomach, but he would take care of that later. Instead, he brought his hand up to his mouth and tilted it. The liquid slid down his throat, and it coated his tongue. His eyes closed, relished in the taste, licking the rest of his hand clean. Y/n watched in hazy arousal as he smacked the saliva covered hand against their thigh, and licked the drippings off of y/n's stomach.

"Hhholy shit, Edward. I-"

He cut them off with a kiss, the taste of their own cum on his tongue. Usually, y/n would be repulsed, but in the heat of the moment they didn't care. They could feel his prominent erection poking at their inner thigh, and they moaned into his mouth. Y/n was exhausted, and they couldn't even picture themself going for round 3. Reluctantly, they tapped their boyfriend on the shoulder. He pulled away, looking down at them through his slightly foggy glasses. Y/n didn't have to say anything, though, as he could already tell what they were going to say. With a heavy outward breath, he rolled over onto his back. He ran a hand through his hair, and wiped y/n's climax off of his chin. Naturally, he licked it off instead of just washing his hands. He wasn't going to let something so delicious go to waste.

"I-I'm sorry, babe. You wore me o-"

Edward moved his hand to cover y/n's mouth, shushing them exaggeratedly. They raised an eyebrow, and sat up in the bed. His dick was still painfully hard, and it made y/n feel a little guilty. He swallowed thickly, and his chest rose and fell with each breath he took.

"Don't apologize for being tired, baby." He scolded gently.

"But you're sti-"

Edward shushed them again, and got out of bed. He grabbed the sweat pants that he was previously wearing, and slid them over his bare lower half. Y/n glared at him as he walked into the bathroom. The sound of water echoed in the room, and y/n fell back onto the bed in exhaustion. A few moments later, Edward came back out with a damp washcloth and a toothbrush in his mouth. Y/n sat up and looked at him, seeing him sit on the edge of the bed. They couldn't help but giggle at the sight of toothpaste foaming in the corners of his mouth, and not to mention the toothbrush hanging limply in his mouth. He furrowed his eyebrows at their giggle, and brought the washcloth to their legs. Edward dabbed gently on their skin, because cautious of their sensitivity. When he finished cleaning their legs up, as well as their stomach, he stood back up and tossed the cloth into the hamper. He held up a finger, a gesture to let y/n know he'd be back in a minute. Y/n let out a sigh, and just rested completely bare on the bed.

"Ok, sorry I just wanted to brush my teeth..." He trailed, spacing out.

Y/n noticed that his erection had disappeared, and then looked back up at his face. He had a 100 yard stare, and he looked like he was thinking hard. Suddenly, he looked at y/n with furrowed brows and an agape mouth.

"You never had dinner! Oh my God!" He exclaimed, bolting out of the bedroom.

A stifled laugh left y/n's lips, and they sat up in bed. Sleepily, they walked over to their dresser and pulled out a pair of panties. They slid them on, and then put on one of Edward's band t-shirts. Yawning, they left the room and trudged into the kitchen. Edward was looking in the cabinets, trying to figure out what to make for y/n to eat. He had already eaten before they came home, so he was only worried about them. Y/n smiled and walked up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He turned around with a box of mac and cheese in his hand.

"Honey, I ate something at work"

His cheeks turned bright red, and he glanced at the open cabinet. Slowly, he put the mac and cheese back. Y/n stepped back, watching as he nodded and clicked his tongue.

"Oh."

Y/n giggled, and Edward closed the cabinet. He gave a sheepish smile as he walked towards y/n. Without saying anything, he enveloped them in a hug, and then he picked them up. Y/n didn't fight back as he held them up with his arms under their knees and behind their back. He walked back into their bedroom, and placed them on the bed. Edward crawled back into bed with them, covering the both of them with the blankets.

"Do you feel better?" He asked, a little self conscious.

Y/n turned around to face him, smiling softly. They nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. He blinked as they took his glasses off, placing them on the nightstand.

"Loads better. Though I think my legs are going to hate me in the morning." They joked, kissing the tip of his nose.

Edward hummed, a smile spreading on his face as well. He rolled over onto his back, looking up at the ceiling as he sighed. Y/n looked over and rubbed his stomach, and he closed his eyes. Suddenly, he shot up and got out of bed. It startled y/n, but they watched as he sat down at his desk and the screen lit up. It illuminated his face, and he squinted.

"Can't see shit..." He mumbled, leaning closer to the monitor.

Y/n rolled their eyes, getting out of bed as well. They walked behind Edward and placed a hand on the chair. With a sigh, they took the mouse in their hand. They closed out of the game he was playing, and made sure to save it beforehand. Edward looked up at them with a goofy grin.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

"You're welcome. Can we go to bed now?" Y/n asked.

He nodded.

"Yeah, we can."

[kairiscorner]

HEY RIRIIIIII HI PUKI BEARRRR I HOPE UR DOING WELL TODAY 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

ANYWAYSSS

i been rewatching adventure time because like the new fiona and cake spin off show is making me AUAUAU and marshal lees new redesign is so AAAAAAAA

BUT ONTO MY POINT

HOBIE BROWN X FEM!READER BUT ITS LIKE A SONG FIC (OR INSPIRED IDRC) BY THE SONG GOOD LITTLE GIRL SONG IN ADVENTURE TIME

BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE THAT SONGS SO HIM?? AND IF LIKE U WROTE THIS ID GO ACTUALLY FERAL

TYYYYY ILY RIIII (*^◯^*)

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HI LOVELYYYYY OH MY GOD, YES?????? i was an adventure time kid ever since i was like ... 5-7? THIS SHIT WAS MY JAM AS A KID, I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY ABOUT THE NEW SHOW, I HAVEN'T WATCHED IT YET THOUGH BUT I PLAN TO ... that scene in the original show really is so hobie x reader core omg, I LOVE ITTTT also i'm sorry but the 'puki' got me cackling – (imma explain in the comments if y'all want)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

he's such a bad little boy. – hobie brown x fem!reader

"good little girl... always picking a fight with me."

he was pretty much the most annoying asshole you've ever met–he never took anything about you seriously, pestered you a lot for your height, your grumpy face, your sour mood, your little huffs and puffs in response to his provocation... it was all too cute to him when you'd pick fights with him and be all angry and aggressive as usual. he loved the little banter you two shared, the sleepless nights you two would spend together just running your mouths off at each to sleep–and being pampered yet teased by him all the same. he was the best, worst friend you ever had in the history of ever... and you didn't want to lose him, no matter how annoying he was.

"you know that i'm bad... but you're spending the night with me."

"back so soon?" you ask him as he climbs into your window with his spider suit still on, only taking the mask off once you let him in your room and slumps in your bean bag, smirking all the while. "your room's pretty comfy, like how... good little girls keep their rooms as." he teased, making you pout and puff your cheeks up. "is that supposed to mean something, hobart?" you asked with extra emphasis on his name, making him smirk and shrug. "hey, now, it's up for interpretation." he said with a chuckle, making you groan loudly. "well, at least let me play your guitar. maybe... smash a few simpletons' heads in with this." you murmured as hobie gently took your hands in his, correcting your finger positions on his electric guitar.

"what do you want from my world? you're a good little girl..." he asks you, with slight rhetoric, knowing you were never one to disobey the rules and let alone wish to play loud, 'obstructive' music that would bother the neighbors. you sighed and followed hobie's lead, strumming and playing the right chords he taught you.

"bad little boy... that's what you're acting like."

"can't i choose to have fun, hobart?" you asked him with sarcasm in your tone, making him laugh. "of course, you can have everything you want–that's what good little girls like you deserve, right?" he said as he gently let go of your hands and let you figure out how to play a melody you came up with on the spot on your own. "it's just that... i never thought you'd be rebellious. never did, never will." he joked as you gave him a flat, fake laugh, knowing full well he was serious about what he said. "like, i can be the intimidating-like, 'rebellious' bloke or whatever for the two of us, at least outwardly. i'll take the trouble for you, that's enough, innit?"

"i really don't buy... that you're that kind of guy."

"nah. besides... that kind of hobie everyone else sees isn't the hobie i know." you said as you tuned his electric guitar. he raised an eyebrow at you in intrigue. "go on, dear." "well... you may be a little brash, loud, and you love telling assholes in authority to kiss your ass... but you aren't a total blockhead. you have a heart, you care, and you... you aren't as mean and scary as everyone thinks you are."

"and if you are... why do you want to hang out with me?" you asked him in a partly rhetorical way of your own this time–making hobie pause for a minute to look at you, and soon, burst into a sweet smile on his face. he gently pecked your cheek and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him with a satisfied sigh. "i just love to be around my good little girl... can't that be enough?" "then you're lucky i like being around my bad little boy..." you said with a sly smirk as hobie grinned and kissed your lips gently.

you truly were his bad little goody two shoes, and he loved you dearly for it.

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[joealwyndefenseattorney]

Allow me to enter the "adult conversation". I want to answer to that anon aswell.

why didn't he show up for taylor when she needed support?

what do you even mean? As in public or private? Cause privately you don't know anything and if she stayed with him for years clearly he was doing something right. If you mean in public, first of all how do you know Taylor needed support and how do you know when she needed it? Did you expect him to drop everything and go to every single event of hers? Which is kind of hard given that she's constantly doing things and he has a job unlike what you all think. And he did supported her by the way they way

Why was he resentful of her success?

who told you he was resentful of anything? The voices in your head?

Why didn't he go with her to several awards shows? Including the Grammys!

which awards shows exactly are you referring to? Because the usual examples swifties give were on dates he was working. Funny you should mention the Grammys cause he was in the backstage of the 2022 Grammys, when even the relationship was mostly likely dead. If you mean the 2021 Grammys, he was filming. There was a pandemic and travel restrictions. Even if he could have gone, he would have to stay in quarantine before and after obviously messing up the filming schedule

Why did he party in her house whilst ignoring her all the time?

I'm sick of this party story you all got from out of nowhere. And apparently somehow even for the scope he ignored her at said party. First of all, they were living together on that house, as much as you think otherwise it wasn't her house. It was their house, as partners of years who already lived together anyway. He was not a high school kid having to ask for permission from his parents to throw a party. So if he did use the house to throw a party, it's not this outrageous thing you make it out to be. Let me remind you Taylor met and was friend with his co-stars aswell.

Why did he want her to not be as famous as she is now while Travis is very open to it?

Again, who told you he didn't want her to be famous? And I'm guessing you must be a teenager because asking why one person is ok with something someone else isn't is screaming I don't have life experiences. Think about it, if you like tomatoes does that mean everyone likes tomatoes? Ofc not, because we all have different tastes. So why does Travis loves fame and Joe doesn't? Obviously because they are two different people. And quite clearly not only Travis is ok with Taylor's fame, he also loves it and wants to be famous too.

Taylor wanted to be loved out loud but joe always seemed embarrassed by her.

if Taylor wants to be loved out loud good for her, but not everyone does and not everyone has the same love language. If she wanted that, that bad then she should have left Joe earlier cause he shouldn't change who he is to please her. They were together for years, she had plenty of time to realize he couldn't give what she wanted.

And if you mean he was embarassed as in I'm trying to do my job and promote it and people want to know about my personal life instead... that's just you thinking he should have given you content

Why didn't he answer what his fave taylor song was?

Again, because the interviews were about his job not personal life. Because he didn't want to, which is more than enough reason. Because you are not entitled to know about it anyway lol also that question was made back in 2018 when they were very much still very closed off. Maybe after folkore they would have had more luck. The only person entitled to know was Taylor and I'm sure she did so

Why did it always seem like he hated us, the fans?

As he should???? You are all fucking annoying and vile. And if he didn't hate you before, after how you all treated him over the last year he has more than reasons to. If you want the serious answer, he wasn't obliged to love any of you. He wasn't in a relationship with any of you. Get that in your skull. The person he loved was Taylor and that was the person he was in a relationship with. The reason you like Travis is because he's bootlicking you, but I assure you that's not the normal thing. Anyone normal doesn't care to appease and try her gf's fans to like you. The most he should do is respect you and not treat you badly and Joe always followed that. But ofc he didn't care beyond that. Why should he?

Why did he interact with several of his female co stars but locked her away in the basement of his heart?

not the basement. Like stop with this quoting her lyrics as a form of criticism. It's cringe as hell. Also he interacted with his co-stars (regardless of gender) yeah. Did you want him to just ignore them??? In which planet do you live?

Or literally not see she was depressed as he left her behind at home (caging her) while he went to the bar?

Not caging her. Stop you're ridiculous. Taylor wasn't chained at home. If she wanted to go out no one would stop her. Stop being ridiculous ffs. What bar are you even talking about? Is this about the black dog song which not only is post breakup but not even about him? And guess what, by Taylor's own words he was also depressed. So you can also ask yourself, why should he have empathy for her depression when he was depressed and she talks about it like a burden?

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

Prompt: “You’ve never been too much for me.”

Song: Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

For Tolya x Reader please!!

Saints Or High Water - Tolya x Reader

Yes. Happy to oblige.

Content Warnings: Canon Compliant Threat and Fear Related To Targeted Violence and Execution, Not Beta or Proof Read, Suggestions Of A Difficult Family Life and Upbringing, Anxiety, Self Doubt, Negative Self View And The Terrifying Fear Of Being Known Loved And Seen.

Does it count as hurt/comfort if you're just being mean to yourself until the very kind shapely man tells you you're worth something?

Just another drabble I guess.

There is good and bad in everything, the universe finds a way to create balance. The Small Science is no exception to that rule. Being Grisha is an extraordinary thing, there's deep beauty in the power The Saints give. But that doesn't mean being Grisha is always easy, and those in the parts less forgiving to Grisha, less understanding, less inclined to see gifts as blessings but as signs of witchcraft or sin, this was ever clear. But even the quieter ways, within oneself being Grisha isn't always easy. A talent is a talent for as long as you nurture it, as you learn it, keep it close and well maintained, but these kinds of talents aren't always easy to tether. They try to teach Grisha young for a reason.

You're sitting on the edge of the deck, and it's one of those days, where being so many miles from shore feels like a blessing, because distancing yourself from land makes everything feel less real. On the Volkvolny the ability to practice The Small Science is admired, under the operation of Sturmhond, on this ship with a crew he had collected, it was usually far more easy to forget the harshness that waits on land. But not today.

Today the waves are not big enough to swallow all the feelings that are raging just underneath the surface, keeping you a safe distance from anyone else on the ship. The wind rushing over the sails, and the all the crashing of water against The Wolf could not drown out the thoughts echoing so loudly within your mind, determined to be heard, demanding to be seen. Thoughts that are taking up more space than you ever would dare to take up at all.

A Heartrender like any Corporalki worth their salt as a Grisha would be able to sense the mood from this distance, and almost all would know when sadness runs this deep and this quiet, that nothing would really help, and likely that help would not be welcomed. At sea, it is generally accepted to let people be with their feelings, the ocean more forgiving than the land. More accepting too.

But Tolya Yul Bataar was not just any Heartrender, and you had long come to know that about him. Not only was the strong giant as poetic as he was stoic, which was a lot, but he was also persistent, in that quiet, gentle way that you had come to know. Never had you known a man who's honour was more evident than his strength and yet stood quite as tall and strong as Tolya.

His approach is slow, gentle, arms crossed as he leans into the post, as if he had no other reason to be there. He probably doesn't, but you don't linger on that thought.

"Come to share some poetry have you Tolya?" You ask against the wind. Maybe he won't hear you, and he will leave you to this quiet sadness once more.

"That wasn't my intention but I am happy to oblige," he smiles and for a moment you forget why you wanted to be alone. Tolya has this way with you, of making you forget even if just for small moments just how cruel the world can be.

You glance as he unfolds his arms, to reach for a small book in his pocket, and you have long forsaken asking him how he managed to keep his skin exposed in such cold conditions as you watch some of the salt spray hit his upper arm and he leans away from the waves to shield the book.

"O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering sea,

And the woman riding high above with bright hair fluttering free,

The woman whom I loved so, and who loyally loved me."

You let him read to you a while, as you watch the way the water turns white as it hits the sides of the ship, wondering if the water wants to be different, something else to what it is and that is why it endlessly tries to throw itself against whatever it passes, desiring to be changed by the impact.

"Those are new," you comment after a while and Tolya smiles and it reaches into those golden eyes and you try not to look too closely. Tolya is something else, and you wonder if you would've stayed here on this ship, with this crew for as long as you have had it not been for him. Never had you known anyone like Tolya, and you doubt you would again, and it was with such certainty of that you held onto his presence and his companionship as deeply as you could, while trying to spare him the overwhelming closeness of knowing you.

"As much as I enjoy you indulging me, I sense that maybe it's less about my passion today and more about what you wish not to say," he says.

For all the time, and all the practice, and all the attempts to keep him far enough away that your mistakes could never end up being his burden, he still sees straight through you like you were glass.

"Today I am the ocean, unreadable and entirely too much," you admit.

You feel the warmth of his presence before you notice him moving closer, his shoulder now pressed to yours as he leans forward on the edge of the gunwale.

“You’ve never been too much for me.”

"And I intend to keep it that way," you say without thinking. Tolya is honest, honest and true in a way that makes you want to be so back. Tolya stands so tall and yet does not cast a conceited shadow, his shade is nothing but comforting. A Grisha, a Heartrender, who would rather use the weapons he practiced and learned to fight with than his blessings. Probably because of his faith, but Saints you'd never stopped to ask.

"You cannot be do much for me," he says quietly. You expect a joke to follow, a comment such as 'you've met Tamar,' but in the absence of his twin, Sturmhond or any other member of crew to joke to, his sentiment is more important than the shielding of it.

You remain silent and that tells him exactly what he thought you might say: you do not know me enough to say that.

"I understand why you do this," he says quietly, "after years of being called a monster, it is easy to believe yourself to be one, and it takes much more to undo such damage than it does to create it. But you are not what those for fear you speak you to be."

His kindness always brings a warmth that no fire could ever come close to bringing. You drag your eyes from the waves and he is watching you, gentle and consistent.

/And I don't want the world to see me/

"I do not always feel that I was gifted, not when I was told I was cursed," you admit. "But it is not me that I am quiet for. I am more concerned about those who must be around me. Those who could be hurt by my monster."

"You are no monster," he says, reaching forward and placing his hand over your own. You expect his hand on yours to feel more rough, more calloused, but all you can feel is the softness of his expression and the tenderness of his words, with the grounding weight of all he means to you. /'Cause I don't think that they'd understand/

"And I know I cannot make this storm pass, but I will wait with you, until it does, we can stand here, and we can say nothing," he says. "And we will wait until it passes, and I will stay here, right beside you."

/When everything's made to be broken/

You lean into him and he wraps an arm around your shoulder and holds you close and for a short moment it all goes quiet.

/I just want you to know who I am/

"What if it doesn't pass?"

"It will, but if it doesn't, I will stay right here."

[almightyellie]

butterflies

in which jake is annoying, but mostly, he's endearing.

author says kari look away, top gun content incoming :/ been a while since i wrote anything so who's to say if this is anything but it definitely exists! everyone say thank u mo for making sure this isn't the worst thing ever published <3

word count is 2.5k

title song is butterflies // kacey musgraves

jake seresin loves a challenge.

he always had; he was a competitive kid who had grown into a cutthroat man. once he set his sights on something, he didn’t know how to stop. it was an undeniable urge, an inward propulsion. he was a winner. he got what he wanted.

until you. you, so entirely unimpressed with him. he’s never met someone so unabashedly disinterested in his accomplishments; with such little experience in rejection, of course he takes it as a challenge.

you stand behind the bar, pushing out drinks and handling cash and listening to the rowdy conversation of the patrons. you’re almost busy enough to miss him making his way over to you. 

every time jake seresin steps up to your bar, you know you’re in for it. 

whether it’s a pickup line so bad that it makes you gag or a remark so smart that you might not even feel bad about cleaning his teeth off the bar, hangman has an amazing power to bring out the most visceral reactions in you. sometimes he infuriates you, but usually he’s just a slight nuisance. some nights, you even look forward jake’s teasing, not that you’d ever tell him. he certainly doesn’t need the ego boost. 

penny, for one, finds a great deal of entertainment watching seresin try and fail at flirting with you. such an accusation is silly, you always think. it was clear to anyone who watched that jake enjoyed getting under your skin, but it wasn’t flirting. no, he was just doing as he knew best: being annoying. 

even now, as he sidles up to the bar, you’re preparing yourself for whatever ridiculous thing jake was going to say next. “hi, beautiful.”

you don’t bother rolling your eyes anymore. with a quiet chuckle, you ask, “what can i get you, lieutenant?” 

“do i have my pick?”

brow arched, you put a hand on the bar. “don’t annoy me tonight, seresin.”

he beams. “darlin’, how else am i supposed to entertain myself?”

you begin grabbing his usual. he had been frequenting the bar long enough that you had his order (and all his pickup lines) memorized. “go annoy rooster,” you suggest.

“he’s not nearly as cute as you,” he drawls. 

sliding the bottle toward him on the bar, you lean in close. “go. away.”

jake throws his head back in a good-natured laugh, standing from the bar and turning around toward his buddies. you watch his retreating form, watching as he claps rooster on the shoulder and begins teasing him about his pool skills. he’s always such a charmer, whether he’s talking to you or his team. penny leans against the bar with you, nudging you with her elbow.

“he’s so cute.”

you bark out a laugh, entirely aware of the look jake sends over his shoulder, curious, and maybe a little jealous that someone else has made you laugh. “he’s a total cretin,” you respond. “but yeah, i guess he’s a little cute.”

penny giggles, shaking her head. he could get a little unbearable sometimes, but it was entirely obvious why. he was head over heels for you. penny had seen this over and over again working in the bar—and in her own relationships. there’s always some poor sap who’s too eager, too infatuated, that they’re willing to make a fool of themselves for someone else. hangman, as it it turned out, was not immune to making a fool of himself, all his charm aside. 

as much as you liked to complain, she wondered if maybe you kind of liked having his attention on you. she wouldn’t blame you if that were the case. she had enjoyed the attention of a few aviators herself. 

with a soft sigh, you stand straight. “he wearing you down yet?” penny smirks.

you reach for an empty bottle on the bar top, hiding your smile when you turn away from her. “you’d never hear the end of it from him if he had.”

there’s something in him that’s impossible to turn away from. maybe it’s the tiniest hint of southern charm, or the little glimpse at some actual humanity every once in a while, but for some reason, you can’t seem to find it in yourself to actually get annoyed with him. it doesn’t hurt that he’s not entirely unpleasant to look at. if you thought there was any weight to his advances, you might even accept, but you know hangman’s type. especially after starting at the hard deck, you’d met your fair share of charmers. 

jake watches you, ignoring the conversation happening between his friends. it was clear to everyone—including him—that he might have a little more luck with you if he weren’t so abrasive, so smug, so cocky. for now, though, he liked the game that you played. he liked the way you rolled your eyes, but sometimes couldn’t contain a tiny smile. he liked the rare laugh he managed to get out of you, and he liked that you always acted surprised at the tips he gave you. and, self-assured as he is, maybe he likes the safety of the game. if he was playing around, there was no need for you to reject him. there was no need to make it real.

it’s a truly perfect summer night. the bar is just empty enough that you and penny enjoy conversation, but the time doesn’t drag. in fact, it feels as though the night disappears through your fingers, between grabbing drinks and cleaning up after penny leaves. as the crowd begins to disperse, you glance over at the tables overrun by jake and his friends gathering their glasses and wallets.

hangman has looked better, you must admit, but he still musters a half-charming smile when he and rooster approach the bar. “have fun, boys?” you ask, hiding your smirk at jake’s normally slicked hair looking disheveled and messy.

he sits with a decisive nod. rooster claps a hand on his shoulder, sharing a knowing look with you. “keep him out of trouble for a minute, will you?”

you mock salute him. “yessir.” when rooster heads back to the table, you smile at jake. “you ready to close out your tab?”

“please,” he answers easily, voice thick. “thank you.”

“how very polite, lieutenant,” you chuckle, turning to the till.

while you’re closing out his tab, jake watches you silently. he spends a great deal of time watching you, but he’s just drunk enough to not bother to hide it. he heaves a quiet sigh, resting his chin on his folded arms, listening to your quiet humming, barely audible above the music still playing lowly.

the sight of him softens you slightly, your shoulders falling. you hate the bloom of affection in your chest, the unbearable weight of adoration that crushes you when he gives you the tiniest little smile you’ve ever seen. mindlessly, almost without realizing, you smile back.

“you’re so pretty,” he whispers, eyes heavy, and you grin with a shake of your head.

“thanks, charmer. you’re pretty, too.”

you plant your hands on the bar and he stares up at you. you’ve seen him truly drunk only a few times since the two of you met and he’s always so…pleasant. when sober, jake seresin is brash, arrogant, and more than a little obnoxious. he’s known to fan the flames of every mild annoyance until everyone around him is burning, but right now he looks like a little boy, and he’s frank like one too. it makes you wonder how he can even be the same person.

“when’re you gonna let me take you out?” he asks, and you scoff out a laugh. 

but his eyes are so serious—lit with a tiny smile, but still earnest, and you tilt you head. “seresin…”

and then rooster is right there, flanking the aviator at your bar, and you smile shakily at him. “c’mon, man. let’s get you home.”

jake turns to rooster with smug smile. “y/n and i are speaking, bradley.”

you chuckle and hand jake his card. rooster gives you a mischievous smile and then suggests, “maybe if you ask y/n really nicely, she’ll walk us out the car.”

“thanks, rooster,” you murmur, rolling your eyes jovially. you know now that jake has heard the idea, he won’t let it go, so you wipe your hands on your jeans before making your way out from behind the bar. jake leans his weight against rooster, and you fold your arms across your chest, walking steadily beside them.

rooster looks over jake’s head to sneak a peek at you. “you two were getting a little cozy at the bar.”

“oh, were we?” you asked, looking over at him. “standing five feet apart?”

he laughs. the coastal night air washes over the three of you when you open the door. “close enough for me, gorgeous,” jake butts in, and you huff out an indignant chuckle.

“i’m sure it is, big guy.”

“okay, charmer,” rooster rolls his eyes, fishing his keys out of his pocket. “get in the car.”

he opens the door for jake, who turns to look at you, his eye dropping in a slow wink, and you tamp down a smile; it’s so typical of jake to still be flirting when he can’t keep his eyes straight, and even still, it’s near impossible to resist. “get in the car, seresin.”

“i’ll see you soon.”

rooster barks out a laugh and forces jake in the car himself, closing the door on him after a stern insistence to put on his seatbelt. “you’ve got to get sick of him.”

you watch jake fumble with his seatbelt through the window, and you smirk softly. “it’s kind of cute.” rooster gapes at you, and you feel your ears heat, pushing his chest gently. “shut up.”

“i’m just…surprised,” he responds, affable. “good surprised. i think you two would be great together.”

your eyes dance with mirth at rooster and you offer a shake of your head. “really?”

he shrugs. “you know how he is when it comes to you.”

did you? you thought you had, but you’ve begun to second-guess your first judgment on hangman. the idea of all of jake’s teasing coming from a place of honesty makes your heart beat just a touch faster, makes you look at him a little softer. makes you feel a little sweeter. “yeah,” you whisper, staring past rooster to look into the bronco. you don’t know, but you think you’re beginning to.

the case of smirnoff is too heavy for you to carry on your own, and penny knows this; every shipment day is free entertainment for her, watching you struggle to carry cases inside until she finally grants you with her help. you hear the back door swing open behind you and you huff, the summer air making the back of your neck sticky. “uncle, penny, uncle. i’m giving up.”

“so easy?”

you shriek in surprise, spinning around to look at jake. he laughs, tucking a free hand in his pocket. “jesus, jake.”

your eyes zero in on the small bouquet of flowers in his hand when he says, “i’m sorry, sweetheart. i really didn’t mean to startle you.”

“s’okay,” you exhale sharply, squinting under the sun. 

he nods at the case. “y’want some help with that?”

you grunt, kicking the case gently. “no, but it’s sweet of you to offer.” his pleased little smile makes your physical struggle and embarrassment worth it. “what’re you doing here? you’re about—” you facetiously look at your watch and jake smirks, raising a brow. “six hours early.”

flowers rustle in his hand as he takes a few tentative steps toward you. “rooster told me i was a little unbearable last night,” he admits, smiling softly at you. “i wanted to apologize if i came on too strong. or made you uncomfortable in any way.”

you smile at him, unable to tear your eyes from his. “i think we both know that you’re in the business of coming on too strong.” you accept the flowers when he holds them out to you, your stomach flipping when he gives you a grin so pretty that you have to look away. “but thank you. i really appreciate the gesture.”

jake nods once, sticking his other hand in his pocket, and all of a sudden you’re feeling shy. you know now that this, whatever he’s doing, is real. if teasing was all it was, there wouldn’t be flowers in your hand. jake wouldn’t be standing in front of you, clean-cut despite his almost guaranteed hangover. you feel a rush of adoration, a feeling you’re becoming increasingly familiar with.

“well, i guess i’ll let you—“

“hey, can i ask you something?” you ask, cutting him off. he raises a brow, urging you to continue, and you purse your lips for a moment. “why do you do that? flirt with me like that?”

he stares at you in surprise for a moment, his mouth opening and closing before he finally settles on, “you really don’t know?”

and you suspect you already know the answer, but it’s easier—and less dangerous—to play coy, so you return, “know what?”

jake says your name so softly, like it’s sacred. “because—because i like you.” 

and it’s juvenile. it’s so silly, how such simple words make your entire body burn, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. you can’t even find it in yourself to suppress the smile that splits your face. “oh.”

he chuckles, tilting his head just slightly in surprise. “you really didn’t know?”

“i thought you were just…like that,” you admit, shoulder lifting in a tiny shrug. he throws his head back in a loud laugh, hand pressing against his abdomen. 

“sweetheart, you are so clueless.”

yes, you are. you really are, but you don’t mind one bit, because the way he looks at you, a soft mixture of wonder and pure affection. that look is going to be burned into your subconscious for the rest of your life. in fifty years, you’ll pull this memory out on a cold day and you’ll remember how the sun beating down on you still wasn’t as warm as the look he gave you. you’ll remember it perfectly.

“if you like me so much, why haven’t you asked me out?” you ask quietly, and he purses his lips.

“do you want me to?”

you hadn’t, not before. not really. but now it seems like a foolish question for him to ask. can’t he see you? the way you look at him?

“do you want to?”

jake rolls his eyes and wraps an arm around your waist. “clueless, sugar.” and then he’s kissing you, one hand on your waist and the other cupping your cheek. you melt into him, entirely consumed by jake seresin. it’s so perfectly natural, the way you lean into him, the way he smiles against your mouth, the way you wrap an arm around his shoulders. 

and the rest is history, he always says, but you think that’s too clean. too brief. 

you like the long version better.

[dre6ming]

The delicate beginning rush

Chapter 17 - this is when the feeling sinks in

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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/ actress fem reader

Warning: age gap (10 years), smut (18+ mature content), cursing, mentions of death, grief, alcohol, fluff

Plot: the ending to a beautiful love story, the next few months in (y/n) and Austin’s life, navigating everything.

Word count: ~10.000

Disclaimer: this is the last chapter of the series, BUT be not afraid, there will be an epilogue to tie the end completely, but I can’t make any promises about when it will be posted since I have started on it yet, but keep an eye on my page, I always update when I can. Also this chapter is not proof read so there my be writing errors. Thank you!

A/n: thank you so much for coming along on this journey and though the story might be over “The delicate beginning rush” universe is not closed, so content from this world might still be posted on the form of fake instagram stories or small stories. I will always revisit these two whenever I feel like you (my readers) want me to. Thank you!! 💜🧶

June 2022

Today it's a calm day in the studio with Taylor and Jack, I'm working on my vocals for her new album that she will announce at the AMA's. "Ok when you hear the beat, start singing." Taylor tells me, giving me the ok to record my vocals. Jack plays the track, the song Paris, is not finished yet, but she really wants it on the album, so we're doing the mixing and vocals for it, I the hopes that inspiration will struck and she'll finish it. As I'm singing I keep thinking that the way she describes she's feeling about Joe, it's the way I feel about Austin, only I can't scream it from the top of lung like her, I have to keep it private. When the word private comes to my mind something in my brain clicks I tell Jack to keep playing the beat for a little longer.

" Privacy sign on the door and on my page and on the whole world

romance is not dead if you keep it just yours

levitate above all the messes made

sit quiet by my side in the shade

and not the kind that's thrown

but the kind under where a tree has grown"

After I finish I take my headphones down and come out of the recording booth, seeing Taylor's and Jack's knowing looks. "That was amazing, Taylor you're up next" Jack says, getting back to his computer, putting together the vocals and such. "Ahah right away, then you're gonna tell me who this person that has you so in love is" Taylor teases before going into the booth to record the verse I just wrote.

Later in the car on the way to her place where she and I will have dinner with Joe, like we usually do, I fidget around nervously. "It's Austin isn't it? He's the one you love?" She asks, looking at me and taking my hands in hers, to stop me from picking at my skin. I look at her, scared for her reaction and all words leave me as I simply nod. What she does, takes me by surprise, when she brings me close and hugs me resting her chin on my head. "If he make you happy, I'm willing to give him a chance." She promises, squeezing me tight in her arms. "Thank you, it means so much to be able to finally tell you." I giggle, the weight already off my chest. "I hope you know now you've got to arrange a meet between me and him, preferably a double date at your place maybe?" She says. "Deal." I agree, happy to have her support.

August 2022

"Agh I'm so nervous, this is too much for me to handle" my hands are shaking holding the champagne glass, looking at the huge projected screen counting down the seconds until my album goes live on streaming. "It's going to be so amazing, my darling, trust me (y/n)" Austin tells me, squeezing my shoulders in a comforting way, kissing my cheek. For the past months I've slowly been introducing Austin to my close friends, so when I decided to host my birthday party and my album release party, privately at my New York apartment, I decided it was safe to invite him. "You think so?" I ask furrowing my brows, creasing my forehead with concern. Austin smooths his hands down my arms, his electric touch sending shivers down my spine. "I know so." he smiles at me so confident.

Shaking my head in disbelief, I put my glass to his lips and he tilts his head back, drinking the remaining liquor. He licks his lips sensually, dipping down to kiss me, but I see Taylor approaching in my peripheral vision, so I turn my head to the side, so his lips touch my cheek instead. "Hi Taylor!" I say, moving out of Austin's embrace, to hug her tightly. "Happy birthday my mastermind!" She says, squeezing me as hard as she can. I feel Austin shift uncomfortably behind me, so I can only imagine she's giving him a death stare. Taylor was the one who probably took it the hardest when I told her about me and him, she loves me and she's very protective of me. Taking caution from her previous relationships with age gaps such as mine and Austin's. "Hello Taylor, nice to meet you in person!" Austin says, extending a hand for her to shake, this is the first time they meet officially, he knows she's not too fond of him. I try to give her my best pleading look, while trying to be subtle about it and Taylor understands, her gaze softening a bit. "Likewise Austin, glad to see you're here supporting her, it means a lot to her!"

"I know it does." Austin tells her truthfully, snaking an arm around my waist. "So are you excited, only 10 minutes until it goes live." Taylor moves her eyes on me, looking excited. A set of arms wraps around her waist and Joe's head pops from the side, resting on her shoulder. "(Y/n) happy birthday, 20 looks good on you." Joe says in his strong British accent, smiling wholeheartedly. "Aw thank you Joe! I'm actually freaking out right now, what if everybody hates it?" I start stressing out again, all kinds of thoughts taking over my head once again as my heart rate picks up and my hands go clammy with sweat. "Hey, hey, none of that, you have a beautiful voice and you wrote beautiful songs, people would be crazy not to love them." Taylor assures me, taking my hands in hers, smoothing her fingers over my knuckles. "She's right, it's gonna be amazing, you're so so talented." Austin chimes in, agreeing with Taylor. "Austin man, mind grabbing a glass? Let's leave the girls do their thing." Joe proposes, leading Austin to the bar, to get a drink.

Taylor hooks her arm around mine and starts walking me to the balcony to get some fresh air. "You know I think I'm slowly working my way to liking him, you guys are cute, I'll give you that." I giggle at her confession, curling a strand of hair behind my ear. "He's sweet, he's been by my side through all of this, he calms me down."

"Well that's good, doesn't mean I won't keep my eye on him." She tells me, squeezing my arm. "Well it's good to know I have friends I can count on." I lean my head on her shoulder, looking out at the New York lights, the city looks so magical at night. "I just don't want you to go through the pain I did, when I felt like everything hurt, every single action was excruciating." She sighs. "Heartbreak is inevitable, I don't think me and Austin are forever, maybe I'm wrong, I don't know." I admit my thoughts, this is the first time saying this out loud, though I've thought it for a while now. I love Austin, of course I do and it's not to say that I don't think he loves me, but I have to keep a grip on reality and the possibility that he might leave some day. "Don't!" Taylor warns, taking a step away, turning me to look at her. She places her hands on my shoulders, softly shaking me, like trying to wake me up, her blue eyes looking straight into mine. "If there's one thing I've learned from every relationship I've had, is that if you keep anticipating the bad outcome, there's always a good chance it'll happen. Austin may not be forever, but he might also be, you don't know and you can't keep jinxing yourself."

Tears well in my eyes and I nod, a soft whimper escaping past my lips, turning into a sob, as she pulls me into her arms, to hug me. "I'm so scared Taylor, I feel paralyzed, soon all of the songs I wrote about my parents, my feelings, about Austin, everything.. it'll just be out there. And then I have to admit to myself that me and Austin won't be able to keep this hidden for much longer, I'm so sa-" my voice breaks as I fist the material of her dress, clinging onto her. "Oh (y/n) it'll all be ok, just breathe ok? Please!" Taylor tries to calm me down, but I'm livid at this point shaking in her arms, hot streams of slat running down my cheek and into my mouth. "(Y/n)? Taylor? Guys?" A all too familiar voice calls out, slow steps approaching. "Oh my sœur, my sweet little sister, what's wrong? Joe and Austin said you two walked out on the balcony, is everything ok?" Timmy asks, smoothing a hand down my back. "We just need a minute, how long until midnight?" Taylor asks, rocking me in her arms. "Four minutes on the clock." Timmy tells her, causing a much louder sob to go past my lips as the fear of the inevitable release of everything I've worked so hard for approaches. "Ok, go in there, we'll be in at the right time." Taylor assures.

Timmy kisses my temple, then leaves me and Taylor as we were before, alone in the hot august night. "You have one more minute to cry, then we will wipe those tears away and go in there. You'll act like the superstar that you are and claim every good thing coming your way, I know it can be scary to have you're feelings served on a plate for everyone to see, but once they are out and you see that everyone feels or has felt like that, you won't be so scared anymore." She wipe my tears with a tissue she pulled out of the pocket of her dress. My lips shiver in a shy smile, as I breathe deep. "Ok, I'm a superstar, I'm gonna be great." I repeat her words, trying to convince myself, the fact that she looks so sure of it, helping a bit. "Come on, we don't want to miss the release." She drags me back into the apartment, all my fiends are gathered around the screen projector, looking at the huge numbers counting down, champagne glasses in their hands, ready to toast.

"Five, four, three, two, one..." people count out loud, then clapping and music erupts, shaking the room alive as Timmy and Joe pop some confetti. I let go of Taylor's hand, my eyes scanning the room for the one I want to see the most. A pair of arms catches me, turning me around to face the person. My face inches away from Austin's. "I love you, congratulations!" He whispers, before placing his soft plush lips on mine, moving slowly and tender, bringing me to life, every cell in my body becoming overcharged with serotonin. My head thuds against my rib cage and I lace my fingers through his silky hair. "I love you too!" I tell him, as he lets me go, so I can circle the room and hug everyone here. It's not a big party but all the important people are here, except my parents. Now, my mom wanted to come, but she couldn't take so much time off work and dad, well I still haven't gotten around to talking to him.

After hugging Billie and her brother, I move on, ending up face to face with Joshua. "Congratulations! I'll be rooting for you at the Grammys!" He jokes, making me laugh as I drag him into a tight hug. "That reaching but I think that just for tonight I'll entertain it." I say, smiling. "Well we'd hope so!" Roxanne says, coming to his side, kissing his cheek. They started seeing each a few months ago, after she came along for a studio session with him. "Very funny, have fun!" I wish them moving on to the next person.

At the end of the night I'm pretty tired and my feet hurt like hell from being squeezed into those very uncomfortable, but very beautiful heels. "An outstanding piece of art from a young upcoming singer, best known for her Oscar worthy performance. A raw, bone shattering audio experience, a journey through the ups and downs of the teenage years..."

"Oh my lord, stop stop, that's enough!" I say, crawling over the bed to reach Austin and take the phone out of his hand. "Hey it's on rolling stone, it must be legit." He says, bending down to kiss my lips. "Maybe." I mumble moving my soft lips against his. My hands roam his torso, until they reach the collar of his shit. With a little tug, I fall on my back, dragging him along. Austin chuckles against my mouth, using one hand to prompt himself up so that he doesn't squish me underneath him. My thoughts are going at a thousand miles per hour and my hands find purchase in his blonde locks of hair, scratching at his scalp, resulting in a long breathy moan to escape him. My hips lift off of the mattress unconsciously, my pelvis brushing against his. Austin grunts, grinding his crotch against mine, placing his free hand on my thigh, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist.

We're a panting mess of bodies colliding, the clothes between us restricting us from feeling the warmth of each other fully, so I grab at his shit that's tugged into his pants, snaking my hands underneath the cotton material, to feel his soft burning flesh with the tips of my fingers. Austin's lips move along my jaw, taking their sweet time in loving that one spot right below my ear, that has me going crazy. "Austin.." I sigh, pleasure traveling through my bloodstream enveloping my whole body, I feel the arousal starting to gather in my underwear and I need more, so I move my hips against him harder, searching for that release. Austin's hand ghosts over my thigh, lifting my dress up, then stopping on my hipbone he pushes me into the mattress.

"(Y/n), baby? How far do you want to go?" Austin asks me, his fingers digging into my flesh holding me in place against the mattress. "All the way, I- I need you." I whine, trying to get free out of his grip, but to no avail. Austin freezes above me, then slowly moves back a bit, putting some distance between us, to look at my face. His blue orbs look over my crimson complexion, analyzing every freckle and every wrinkle, looking for the smallest drop of doubt. "Are you s-sure you're ready? I've told you before, you don't have to, I love you!"

Austin has always been considerate, ever since we started dating and I told him about being a virgin he assured me that I should never feel pressured into changing that. And I never have, but I've dreamed maybe even wished that it would happen and that he would be the one to do it.

I push my hips up fighting he's strong hold on my hip, whining for his touch, feeling starved in a way I've never felt before. Austin's breath gets a bit jagged and his hand resting on the side of my head, fists the bed sheets. "Ok baby, anything for you, anything!" He promises putting his lips back on mine, consuming my entire soul with his wet kiss. I lift my head off of the bed to follow his sweet soft lips when he pulls back. Austin's hand leaves my hip, coming to stroke my left cheek gently, his skin feeling electric against mine. His ocean blue eyes travel over my face, following my every feature like his willing to have my face engraved in his memory forever. The glimmer in the sky colored orbs watching me, melts my heart, it makes heat travel all over my body and stop in between my legs, so I rub my thighs together, trying to get some relief. The action does not go unnoticed by Austin and a boyish smile appears on his face.

I blush a deep shade of pink, trying to hide my face in the palm of his hand. "Nah no doing that, eyes on me honey! Good, now tell me what you want!" I open my mouth to speak only a bit scared to voice my desire, but his loving glare calms me down. "I want you to make love to me, Austin. Be mine!" I tell him, cupping his face this both of my hands, smoothing the skin on his cheeks. "I'm yours, I've always been, always will be!" His eyes so full of honesty and love, there's no doubt that what's between us, is real and genuine. I pull him in, only to miss his lips right before they touch mine, turning his head to whisper in his ear. "Show me!" My words sound like a dare and his whole body trembles in response.

Instantly his lips are on mine, drinking me in, moving in an orchestrated manner. Austin's hands roam my body and he shifts around the bed, placing a leg in between my thighs, angling it up, putting pressure right her I crave it. I sigh in pleasure, moving my hips over his thigh, wanting more than just the peer pressure his leg provides. I'm wearing thin nylons under my dress and he uses one hand to rip them apart. "Aus!" I gasp pulling back to see him smirk. "I'll buy you a dozen more, now let me make you feel good." He says stealing the breath out of me. His hands settle on my hips, moving me along his thigh, the friction sending electric shocks of pleasure through me. I grasp onto him, keeping him as close as possible, while he keeps my hips moving. I feel me sleek coating his pant leg and I squeeze my thighs around his muscular thigh. Austin keeps a steady pace, speaking quietly in my ear, telling me how much he loves me. "Let go baby, realx, come on!" He encourages me and my orgasm takes over me leaving me a shaky breathless pile of bones and muscles.

Austin gets up from the bed, taking a step back to look at me, catching his chin between his thumb and forefinger. "You look so fucking beautiful like this, spread out for me, cheeks rosy" he bites his lip, slowly starting to undress himself, unbuckling his belt. On cue I start to lift my dress over my head, but he shakes his head, stopping me. "I want to do it, just be patient my darling." His voice rasps, filling me with excitement.

Soon he stands bare in front of me and I can't help but roam my eyes over his form, I've seen him naked before, but for some reason right now feels like it the first time. "Like the view?" Austin quirks a brow at me, chuckling. "Maybe!" I giggle, licking my lips, the action wiping the smirk off his face. Austin comes closer, bending down to take both of my hands in his, lifting me up in a sitting position. "You're the best thing to happen to me." He tells me truthfully. I touch his face, smoothing the wrinkles by his eyes, then ghosting my finger tips over his plump lips. "I love you Austin, thank you for being mine." I kiss him forcefully, as his hand grab the hem of my dress, slowly lifting it up my body, his burning flesh teasing my, leaving goosebumps all over. We have to break apart when he reaches my head and we both laugh when the sequences of the dress get stuck in my hair.

Now here I am, naked in front of this man that watches me like I'm the only thing he's ever known to look at. His eyes glimmer in a way I can't describe and his hands follow the shape of my body without touching me, like he's scared I'm going to perish if he dares to lay a hand on my. I grab his wrists and guide his hands to cup my bare breast, the moment our skins make contact his eyes snap at me, pulling me into a deep stare. There's something so carnal about this, just to people in love, looking into each other's eyes. I let go of his wrists and move to take off my panties and ripped nylons, finally leaving myself completely bare for him to see. Austin's eyes never leave mine, as on of his hands moves over to my hip, the other snaking around my torso. Carefully he lifts me up, placing me in the middle of my bed, hovering over me.

"Are you scared? You're so quiet." Austin asks, brushing the hair out of my face. "No, I think you've left me speechless." I smile, brushing my hands through his hair. "As flattering as that is, I want you to tell me if you need me to stop. Eyes on me (y/n)!"

"I will, I promise! I'm ok now." I assure him and he nods his head, coming down to kiss me. "I need a condom, fuck I- I don't have any." Austin suddenly realizes, looking apologetic. "I'm so sorry baby, I just, I don't carry one around and I-" I start laughing at his frantic way of apologizing. Their is my Austin, always so sweet and considerate, not to say polite. Him not having a condom on hand tells me that this is as unexpected for him as it is for me. "I have an idea." I say trying to hold my laugh in. "What?" He looks rather skeptic of me. "I know Timmy has some, I could go sneak in and take some."

Austin instantly looks terrified. "And risk getting killed on your birthday?" I can't hold my amusement in anymore. "I'm glad my eminent death amuses you." He says trying to sound angry, but unable to hide his laugh. "Well technically, it's way over midnight, so it's no longer my birthday and I'll be careful." I say, sliding from underneath him, grabbing my silk robe and tying it around me. "(Y/n) are you sure? We can do this tomorrow, or when you want to, we don't have to rush." I bend down to give him a quick kiss. "I want to now, I'll be right back." I turn around walking out of the room and closing the door behind me.

I tiptoe through the quiet house and I can hear Timmy in the kitchen talking on the phone, so I quickly sprint to his room, going straight to the bathroom. I search every drawer and cabinet, finally finding the condoms, grabbing two and putting them in the pocket of my robe. As I close the cabinet door and get ready to leave I hear the door to his room open and close. "Fuck fuck..." I look around for an excuse of why I'm here, this late and naked. I grab the toothpaste tube and decide I'm just gonna lie about needing it.

The bathroom door opens and I'm met eye to eye with him. "Can I help you sœur?" He asks, looking confused. "Um I just needed to borrow toothpaste, I ran out." I explain nervously, shifting my weight from one leg to the other. "Okay?" He doesn't seem to believe me. "Well thanks!" I smile trying to get past him and out the door. "Can you bring that back when you're done? I need to brush my teeth as well." He says and I curse myself for not thinking about that. "Oh well I'm actually so tired, I think I'll just take some now." I say, opening the tube and squeezing some toothpaste onto my finger. "Here you go, have a great night." I tell him, handing back the tube and running out the door. "Ok wiredo.." he mumbles as I walk fast back to my room.

In my room Austin waits for me on the bed, with his arm folded under his head and everything on display. "You made it. With toothpaste?" He jokes, getting up from the bed, hugging my waist and spinning me around onto the bed, to end up where we left off, with me under him. "Timmy walked in in me, I had to find an excuse for being there." I explain taking a tissue form my bedside table and wiping the toothpaste off. Austin laugh shaking his head in disbelief. I slide my hand in the pocket of my robe and pull out the two condoms, holding them up. "Two? You plan to seduce me more than once tonight?" Austin smiles at me, coming down to pepper kisses all over my face. "Maybe." I tease, getting lost in the feeling of his lips traveling over my skin. "Well to be honest you don't have to try to hard" he confesses, kissing down my neck, reaching the spot under my ear, sucking and turning me to jello in his arms. His hands walk over my silk covered form, untying the robe and letting it fall open. Austin places the palm of his hand on my lower stomach, slowly inching it down, teasing me by taking a second to play with my hair. "Please!" I beg, lifting my hips off the mattress, willing him to touch me. "Patient baby, I need to open you up a bit, I don't want it to hurt." He says breathing ragged.

Finally his skilled finger touches my clit, drawing slow circles, pleasure cursing through me, enveloping me whole. "Aus.." I moan pulling at his hair, causing him to let out a guttural groan. "(Y/n)." His fingers work me like magic, his thumb applying pressure to my clit while his forefinger teases me hole. Slowly he enters one finger, pumping it in and out at a slow pace, curving it up, to massage that spongy spot inside me, making my legs shake. "I'm gonna add another one baby, ok? Just breathe for me." Austin instructs me and I nod my head, unable to reply as my voice gets knocked out of me. His long fingers work me open, gentle and slow, the stinging of the stretch being gone very soon. I feel the bubble of pleasure start to form in my belly and I start breathing faster. Austin moves down my chest to take one of my nipples in his mouth, swirling his hot tongue around the sensitive bud.

Right when I feel about to reach my peak, his long fingers disappear, leaving me whining and wanting more. "What-" his lips on mine silence me. "Take off the robe baby, I want to feel all of you." As I work on getting my robe off, he takes his shaft in hand, pumping himself a few times, quiet curses going past his lips. "Fuck the way you watch me kills me baby, you know that (y/n)?" He asks, taking one condom, opening it and rolling it on slowly. Everything suddenly feels so real and when he clears his throat to catch my attention, I realize I was frozen. "(Y/n) we don't have to, I told you." I quickly shake my head and wrap my arms around his neck to pull him back over me. "It's not that, I just-" I'm a bit ashamed to voice my fears, but looking into Austin's eyes I see that I have nothing to fear. "What if I'm not good enough and I don't make you feel good?" I whisper.

"My darling love, when it comes to you it's not just sex, never was, never will be, it's about showing each other how much love we have for one another. And to be honest sex feels good for guys almost no matter what, only a jerk would tell a girl she doesn't know how to please him. Ok? I love you!" Austin caresses my cheek, kissing my lips. I feel my heart gallop in my chest and the second I feel his hard on, touch my inner thigh I'm reminded of the desire I have for him. "I love you too." I tell him, kissing him back. "I know, I'm going to try ok? If it hurts to much, just tell me and I'll stop." Austin promises, looking into my eyes. "Yes, I promise."

I feel his head nudge my entrance, my breath hitches in the back of my throat and anxiety builds in my chest, up his eyes never leave me. I wince at the sudden sting and he freezes. "Keep going it's ok." I say, and though he looks skeptical, he keeps going. When he's fully inside me and his pelvis touches mine, I feel complete. I wish I could describe better how the way we're now conjoined makes me feel so at peace and so safe. "Are you ok?" Austin asks one of his big hands cupping my breast and twisting my nipple between his fingers. I moan loudly, throwing my head back, screwing my eyes shut. "Yess, move, oh god." A low grunt escapes Austin and he starts to move, his head hitting my g-spot with every thrust. "You're so tight, squeezing me so good, God I wish to stay like this forever." He whines, moving his hips at a steady pace. I get more confident and start moving my hips to meet his thrusts. "Shit Aus, feels so good.... Love you so much."

"I love you too!" His hands touch every patch of skin, exploring me, memorizing every inch of my body and I do the same, touching every part of him I can. Austin moves on of his hands back to my clit, stimulating it, making me squeeze around him. "You close baby? Look at me." He demands and I follow his request, making eye contact with him and feeling closer to my orgasm. "I'm so close, Aus, don't stop." He gives me a sloppy grin, kissing the tip of my nose. "I'm close too honey." He says, moving a bit faster. At this point we're just two piles of bones and muscle, whimpering and chasing our pleasure. Austin keeps playing with my clit and soon my orgasm hits me like a brick wall, pleasure washing over me like a cold shower, making everything blurry. "Austin." I moan, feeling him twitch inside me, as he freezes on top of me, moaning loudly. "(Y/n)"

When we both come back to reality he gets up, to throw the condom in the trash, then he scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the bathroom, turning the shower on. We take turns on washing each other, cracking jokes. "I love using your stuff I smell like you and it feels like you're with me all the time." Austin tells me, kissing my lips and working my conditioners through my hair. "I love you so much." I say, looking into his eyes. "I love you too."

December 2022

"Mom, the timer is done, I think your chicken is cooked." I scream from the kitchen, busy cracking some eggs for the cake I'm baking, tonight we plan a surprise birthday party for Timothee, so I'm doing all the baking while mom take care of the cooking. She and I kept on talking over the past months and while she's keen on staying at her new job in Nevada she visits now. Don't ask about my dad, neither of us got the courage to contact him just yet, but it's on my goal list for next year. "Oh Jesus, why must this skinny white boy have as his favorite food, your father's secret chicken recipe?" I giggle, adding flour to my mix. "Mom if it were secret, you wouldn't be able to cook it right now." She flips me off, making us both laugh as she gets the delicious food put the oven.

"So I think I got the karaoke system to work, but I won't put my money on it." Austin comes in the kitchen. "Oh miss. (Mother/n) that smells so good." He compliments my mom, coming over to my side to dip a finger into the frosting I made. "Hey, wash your hands first, now put it in the fridge please." I ask politely and he complies, giving me a quick kiss on the top of my head. "Thank you Austin, dear!" My mom smiles at him.

She met Austin a month ago and despite our big age difference she seems to be quite fond of him. She told me however to be careful, but other than that she welcomed him in. "So when is everyone showing up?" Austin asks, leaning against the kitchen counter. I look over his shoulder at the clock on the wall. "In two hours, but Roxanne and Joshua should be here any minute." I tell him, singling for him to bring the cake pan over so I could pour the mixture in it and pop it in the oven. "I'm happy the are still going strong." Austin speaks, opening the oven for me to slide the cake in. "Yeah, they seem happy." They've actually been going steady for a few months now and anyone who watches them sees that they have a great time together and that they love each other dearly.

"So any songs you want to do tonight?" Austin teases, walking me over to the living room to show me the karaoke station he installed. "Hm not really."

"Give it a try?" Austin hands me a microphone, helping me up onto the small stage he put together. "Ok, any requests?" I ask, smiling at him. "Surprise me." I think a bit about what song I want to do and decide to do one that's not yet on streaming, one I wrote a while and recorded not so long ago. "Ok, ready?"

New York back in August 10 floor balcony

smoke is floating over Jane and Greenwich Street

goosebumps from your wild eyes

when they're watching me

shivers danced down my spine

head down to my feet

swimming in your eyes in your eyes Egyptian blue

some thing I've never had without you

you're giving me chills at 100°

it's better than pills how you put me to sleep

Calling your name the only language I can speak

taking my breath a souvenir that you can keep

"When did you write that one I don't think I've heard it before is it about me?" Austin teases coming over to take me into his arms and kiss my cheek. I giggle putting the microphone down and circling my arms around his neck looking straight into his eyes "Yeah I wrote it about you what gave it away?" Austin shrugs his shoulders smiling at me playing with my braids between his fingers "Maybe it was the part about giving you shivers" I laugh tilting my head back "Oh really I thought it would've been the part about Egyptian blue eyes" he chuckles softly. "That part too, I guess." I shake my head at him, kissing his pink lips, licking my own when we break apart. "Is that my lip balm?" Austin blushes and pulls the lip balm tube out of the pocket his sweatpants applying some. "Dork" I say slapping his shoulder, making him feign hurt.

"Would you love birds stop all the smooching" Roxanne says walking into the living room with Joshua in hand. "Hey man!" Austin says reaching a hand out to shake Joshua's, then he goes to hug Roxanne. "Roxy, ever bubbly." Austin teases. "Hi Roxy, Joshua." I say. "Butler, ever a golden retriever, go fetch." She jokes, throwing an invisible ball. "Easy tiger!" Joshua pats her shoulder, kissing her cheek.

"Everything looks nice, is the cake ready? Can I taste some?" She asks excitedly. "Thank you and no, not yet." Just then my alarm rings for me to take the cake out. "You think you boys could fend for yourselfs while me and Roxy make the cake?" I ask, looking between Austin and Joshua. "I think we'll be fine." Austin responds, Joshua agreeing. "Ok, come on Rox, I'll let you eat the extra frosting."

"Hey that's not fair, I want some as well." Joshua says walking out way, only to get pulled back by Austin. "We'll steal some later, let the girls have their own moment" Austin winks my way, making me blush.

"Oh hello Roxanne!" My mom says, as she works on the smashed potatoes. "Hi miss" Roxy says back, hoping on the counter and watching me take the cake out of the oven and pouring syrup over it to cool it of and get it moist. "So Joshua was saying that he was thinking a trip to Rome might be nice for new year's. He said you and Austin should come along and if Timmy keeps things steady with Lily-Rose he should bring her." I get excited for a minute only to deflate the next. "What about paparazzi? You know me and Austin want to keep this as hidden as possible."

"We would rent a vineyard air b&b outside of Rome, keep away from the big city, maybe visit some of the villages around." The plan sounds great, but not bulletproof. "Paparazzi could still find us." She shrugs her shoulders, taking a spoon and helping herself to some of the frosting. "At this point you've been together for what? 10 months?" I nod. "And you love each other, if they find you, the last thing you should do is listen to their stupid speculations and talk, you and Austin know the truth of your love story ."

"I'll have to think a bit more about it. Ok?" She understands and tells me that I still have a few days until Joshua has to confirm how many people will be staying at the place he rented.

The party starts soon after our conversation and we all have a great time, singing and enjoying good food. At the end of the night when me and Austin put ourselves to bed I tell him about Roxy's invite and he tells me Joshua brought it up to him as well, as far as he's concerned he is willing to take the risk. "I love you and you love me, we both know what we have it's true, so what does it matter if they find us." I agree with him in the end, deciding that maybe yes we should go with our friends and enjoy new year's with them, but the anxiety of being found out doesn't necessarily leave me.

February 2023

The Grammys

"And the Grammy goes to..." Dua Lipa, makes a slight pause to read the winner off of the card and I hold my breath, having so many feelings at once. Taylor holds my hand under the table, also watching the stage closely, waiting for the moment the tell us who won. "(Y/n), Someone who loves you (wouldn't do this)" my song "everything I wanted" starts playing and there's screams from everywhere, feel Taylor hug me, lifting me up from the chair and pushing me towards the stage. She, Finneas, Jack, Billie and Joshua join me on the stage as I accept my award.

" I can't say that when I was making this album I ever thought it would be nominated for a Grammy and then it would get to win a Grammy. I poured my heart into this project and every single one of the people on this stage tonight can tell you how many tears I've cried over these songs and how difficult it was for me to open up to the world in the way that I did. It's more than just a dream to see my words be transported from my journal entries into songs into streaming platforms and then into your homes and hearts. I am so honored and so happy and I want to thank my family, my friends, my love, and my record label and the Academy for the amazing opportunity that they've offered me tonight thank you!"

After the great ceremony and a few more awards, I finally get to go home, missing Taylor's after party, since I'm too tired to attend. When the elevator doors open to my apartment, I'm met with a huge arrangement of flowers, from purple star flowers to sun flowers and peonies, all my favorite flowers, filling the room with their incredible aroma. "...my love" I hear my voice say as Austin comes into view holding his phone, turning the recording of my speech off. "You found a way to thank me, you didn't have to." He says, scooping me up into his arms. "That was exactly what I needed to do, dandelions was my first number one hit." I remind him kissing his cheek, as he carries me to my bedroom and into the bathroom where he prepared a relaxing bath for me.

Golden Globes evening

" Good evening everybody, I want to start off by thanking the Golden Globes for giving me the honor of presenting an award this year. The first time I ever attended the Golden Globes ceremony I was Timothée Chalamet's +1 it happened in 2016 and I met Taylor Swift. If you would've told me back then that getting to talk to Taylor would change what my future would look like forever, I probably wouldn't have believed you so I have a lot of things to thank the Golden Globes for. Last year I was nominated for a couple of words I even won a few but I couldn't attend so this year it was mandatory for me to be here. I am excited to announce the category for the best actor, on our list we have nominees who have given us amazing performances of incredible characters, bringing to screen pure and raw emotion pouring their soul and entire being into these personas that they've taken responsibility to portray. Here's a list of our nominees for best actor" I wait for the promoter to read the nominees, hoping that my reaction to Austin's name being called out, wasn't too much.

The room is quiet and it's my turn again to speak, with shaking hands, I hold the golden envelope up. " In this year's winner for best actor is" I pause opening the envelope and as soon as my eyes make out the name written on the card, they fill with tears that quickly blink back. " Austin Butler for Elvis, Congratulations!" My voice tremors and I feel like my entire body could explode with joy and excitement for Austin. After hugging Baz and his father Austin, runs over to the stage, coming my way with teary eyes. On reflex he hugs me and picks me up off the ground, squeezing me tight, so I have to remember him about where we are.  "Careful baby!" He puts me down, taking the award and mouthing a silent 'sorry'.

After he gives his speech, we both get down from the stage and I walk over to his table to make small talk with Baz and Priscilla and meet Lisa Marie for the first time. "(Y/n) always a pleasure to see you, you look beautiful, honey." Priscilla says, putting back in place some pieces of hair that fell out of place. "Thank you and it's a pleasure to meet you miss Presley" I say to Lisa, extending my hand out to shake, but she surprises me by giving me a big hug. "Oh please it's Lisa, I was so sad we didn't get to talk at the premiere last year and I'm so happy so finally get to see you." I blush at all the nice commentary coming my way, making small talk for the rest of the night.

A few days later

I'm still in L.A. after the golden globes working in getting some auditions for some new exciting roles, I'm staying over at Austin's house, which I think by now a lot of people know. There were some pictures of him picking me up from the air port before the awards, but nothing too scandalous to confirm we're more than just friends.

Austin is in his office, working on some online interviews, having doubled his press due to the Oscars being in a couple of weeks. I can hear him softly talk and laugh to the interviewer and it makes me smile, knowing how sad and worried he's been for the last day. He received news from Baz who heard from Priscilla, that Lisa Marie was rushed to the hospital last night and since then Austin's just been packed with nerves and anxiety, he formed a strong bond her. Not to say he's under pressure for the Oscar nominations, being announced in two days from now.

As I scroll through my phone, Austin's phone rings, he left it here with me to take any calls or messages while he's busy with interviews. I see the id caller being Baz, so I decide it's safe to answer. "Austin?" Baz's voice comes through the phone, worry and sadness evident in his tone and my mind goes directly to Lisa Marie. "It's me Baz, Austin is in an interview right now." I hear Baz sigh. "Well maybe it's better like this maybe he'll take the news better coming from you." I know what this means, I know it so well, it hurts before he says it, my heart filling with hurt and sadness, tears breaming my eyes. "Just say it." All this wait is killing me. "Lisa Marie didn't make it, the memorial is a week form now at Graceland, both you and Austin are invited to come. I'm so sorry to be the bearer of bad news." I wipe the few falling tears from my cheeks, breathing deep. "That's ok Baz, thanks for telling me, I'll tell Austin when he's free, we'll talk soon, take care." I end the call and cry for a few good minutes, but I decide to be strong for Austin and I wipe my face and sit reading my script, while closely listening for him to be done with his interview.

When I hear him say goodbye to the interviewer and close his laptop, I get up form the couch and walk over to his office. The door is closed so that way, neither William or Simba could walk in and bomb his interview. I knock quietly and open the door. Austin, who was resting his head on his hands, ruffling his hair, lifts his eyes up to look at me. "(Y/n) have you been crying? What's-" I sit down on the leather couch in his office and pat the spot next to me. "Sit with me." Austin looking worried, listens to me, no questions asked, sitting down next to me. "Baz called, he," I take a deep breath. "He told me Lisa didn't make it, the memorial is next week at Graceland."

As I speak he doesn't seem to hear me talk anymore, his eyes filled with tears. He falls limb into my arms and cries with his face buried into my chest. I feel his hot tears soak into my shirt and his hands grip the cotton material harder, almost ripping it off of me. I try to soothe him, but the best thing I can do right now, is let him cry in my arms.

After a good hour or so of crying he fell asleep on the couch with his head in my lap, it was good thinking I got my phone with me when I left the living room, cause he had another interview scheduled for today, so I texted his agent James and told him that Austin isn't going to be able to do them. James, being Austin's best friend since they were little kids, understood perfectly, giving me green light to let Austin rest.

About three hours into his sleep, I need to use the bathroom really bad, so I unlatch his hands from around my waist and get up to go to the bathroom. As I'm washing my hands I hear him call my name, thinking he's up, I call back. "In the downstairs bathroom Aus." But I don't hear anyone approach, which worries me. I still hear him calling my name over and over again and I realize he's not awake, he's just sleep talking, something he does when he's very nervous.

I find him still on the couch in his office, asleep and mumbling my name. I squeeze next to him on the small couch and find my stop into his arms, instinctively he hugs me close, burying his nose into my hair and breathing in my scent. I don't know how long we stay like that, but by the time his eyes flutter open, the sun outside is setting. His hazy blue eyes watch me. "Is it real?" He asks, new tears pricking his eyes. "It is, baby." He holds me close to his chest, breathing in and out quietly.

A little over a week later

I attended the funeral with Austin, which made sense since I was close to the family outside my relationship with him, there were a few photos of me and him at the event, but we were both in mourning and us hugging didn't look too out of character. But to be honest at this point I don't think we care to hide the relationship anymore, we just want to be happy.

After the funeral Austin decided to fly back to New York with me, where we are now. Tonight the Oscar nominations are announced and I'm so so nervous for him, he really deserves it and I know deep down he wants it so badly. "Ready for bed honey?" He asks, coming into my bedroom and setting into bed next to me. "Do you really think you could sleep?" I ask as he puts his head into my stomach. "If you sing to me, please." He asks politely, so how could I refuse him?

One night a few moons ago

I saw flecks of what  could've been lights

but it might just have been you

passing by unbeknownst to me

life is emotionally abusive

And time can't stop me quite like you did

and my flight was awful

thanks for asking

I am unglued

thanks to you

and it's like snow at the beach

weird but fucking beautiful

flying in a dream stars by the pocketful

you wanting me tonight feels impossible

but it's coming down no sound it's all around

like snow at the beach

Though Austin falls asleep soon enough, I can't find rest for the whole night, so at 7am I'm at the kitchen counter, drinking a big cup of coffee, looking out the window and listening to the nomination announcement. When they reach the best actor category, my heart stops and I hold my breath. Finally they say it, they say he name, I'm so excited I don't have the patience to stay and watch the rest of the ceremony to see what other nominations hie movie gets, this one was the one I cared for the most.

I Find him still soundlessly asleep, his phone buzzing on his nightstand. I pick it and see it's James. "James hi, I'll wake him up now so sorry." James his agent sighs, chuckling. "That's ok, tell him to call me when he can, but an hour later max, understood?" I promise James that I'll get Austin to call him no later than an hour from now and end the call. "Aus.." I shake him awake gently and he opens his blue eyes for me. "Baby?"

"It's here Aus, you, made it, you got the nomination." As soon as the words leave my mouth he, sits up , looking for his phone. "You'll call James later, look at me Austin, I'm so proud of you, congratulations." I say cupping his face in my hands and kissing him. I can't believe I get to live in the moment with him.

March 2023

The Oscars

"This year every time we went to the cinema we had an incredible experience watching amazing actors put on a show for us, we saw personalities portrayed in ways we've never seen before from the electric magic of Elvis to the magnificent sad story of the Whale, we have experienced pain, love, fear, happiness all in one, all at the same time. We got drunk on the feeling of pure joy and pure excitement watching these incredible human beings play out on our screen. Tonight we honor them, we offer a token of our appreciation for the hard work that has been put into these movies. Here is the list of nominees for this year's best actor in a drama." My palms are sweaty and watch Austin holding hands with Angela Basset, while his dad has a hand on his shoulder for the two behind. I see the hope in his eyes and when in handed the envelope with the results, I say a little prayer for him. " Austin Butler for Elvis."

I can't believe it, he doesn't seem to believe it either as he sits frozen in his chair. "Austin it's you, you did it, you won, come up, you won." Finally he wakes up, standing and running over to the stage, not missing a beat when it comes to hugging me. I feel his tears on my cheek and it makes me so happy to know all he's worked for payed off. "I love you so so much!" He says letting me go, receiving his award and heading to the mic the give his speech.

"It's a lot to imagine that after four years of hard work, three years of dedicating myself to this incredible person who is no longer with us, but who left us with such an immense legacy , I get to be here on this stage tonight and hold this award in his name. Elvis, he loved acting, he loved movies and this award it's so much for him as it is for me. I want to thank him I want to thank his  daughter Lisa for always watching over me. I want to thank my mom who is up there with them looking down at me hopefully so proud of who I am right now and what I managed to do. I want to thank every single person who was by my side in this period of time and who always supported me even when I didn't believe it myself thank you so much!"

After the ceremony and after getting his award engraved with his name we get in the car together, I rest my head on his shoulder as his driver takes us back to my place, so we could change for Baz's after party. "I can't believe it!" Austin whispers, smoothing his fingers over the cold metal of the award. "I can, you work very hard and you reached peoples hearts, you deserve it, own up to it."

July 2023

After the Oscars we were photographed many times together, but the most recent one, which finally confirmed our relationship came out only two days ago, after we had cute date. We were both a little tipsy and while waiting for Matt to come pick us up, we were photographed making out on the side of the street. It feels so weird to have everyone know that we're together, but it also feels good in a way, because now we don't have to hide anymore. Trying to lift my spirits up, Austin booked a trip to Disneyland the day after my birthday, which we chose to celebrate together at his house in L.A, combining both of our birthdays since they are only 9 days apart.

I look down at my lap, at the sleeping Austin, he looks so sweet and peaceful, I think it's finally time that I confirm my love for him online, so I snap a picture of him over my book that I'm reading, posting it to my stories and tagging him. I know this will probably blow out the internet, but I don't care, I'm so in love that I might stop breathing, he and I are approaching two years together and it's so unbelievable, if you've told me two years ago, that Austin would be mine, I probably would've laughed in your face, but it's true and it's of so amazing.

I can't wait to see what our future has in store for us, but I'm hopeful that we'll get through everything, like we have so far, by being open and communicative, by listening to each other, knowing when and where to set boundaries. Dedicating our time to helping each other grow and stay happy and healthy.

All because loving him is golden like daylight and the delicate beginning rush we felt so long ago never seems to leave us, only growing in intensity, fueling us to always come back and be here.

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Songs referenced:

[moonbyunniee]

genshin characters on your birthday

cw ➵ fluff

characters ➵ ayato, thoma, venti, xiao

a/n ➵ enjoyy!! btw i'm gonna be reposting my old headcanons here bc for whatever reason i deleted them...ty for still following me after my hiatus (in which i said i would be leaving but like...ehe)

k. ayato - 神里綾人 ➵

ayato, as we all know, is a very busy person with lots of responsibilities

however, he does of course make time for his one and only, you!

ayato wakes up very early, earlier than usual, to finish all of his work in time for you to get up

once you get out of bed and are ready for the day, he greets you with beautiful flowers

"so, my darling...where to on this fine day?"

ayato will try to relax for you - it doesn't take much effort for him, since being around you always makes him relaxed anyway

ooh and flowerpicking!

ayato takes you to where all the best flowers are, fresh for picking, and the two of you make flower bouquets together

in the evening, he goes through his work from the day with you sitting on his lap, until he notices that you're getting tired

then the two of you go to bed together, resting your head in his chest and letting his warmth guide you to sleep

"i love you so, my precious. happy birthday."

thoma - 托马 ➵

thoma is amazing with these kinds of things!

of course, he wakes you up with breakfast in bed

he does all the cleaning and decorates the house especially for the occasion

birthday cake? he's already made it. higher than even his standards for his beautiful y/n's special day!

"i hope you'll enjoy this cake! it's my own recipe, i know you'll like it!"

he's also written a card for you and everything <3

more about cooking, he's made you gourmet meals for lunch and dinner

all your usual chores are all done by him too of course, what did you expect?

thoma also takes you out to look around at the street vendors' stalls, grabbing things to eat here and there

when you're sleepy, he takes you to bed with a mug of warm milk and hums you to sleep, sleeping right by your side with his arm around you

"happy birthday, y/n...you really are one of a kind."

venti - 温迪 ➵

ahh - kinnie! <3

this little bard will 100% wake you up with kisses all over your face

he'll already have written several songs to sing to you

and he performs them at diluc's tavern ehe~

be prepared for the onslaught of giggles, kisses and cuddles coming your way the second he senses you're awake!

he'll let you braid his hair in bed

and then he'll turn around and braid yours as well just like his, if you want to

"ehe sugarboo, today's gonna be a wonderful day! why? because you're here, of course! and it's your special day~"

he'll take you anywhere - i repeat, ANYWHERE - you want to go in teyvat.

just say where you want to go

and he'll carry you in his arms, a strong blow of wind lifting the two of you up and away, to where you want to go!

on another note, you didn't expect him to make a birthday cake

...right?

we all know the cute little bard isn't a great cook so let's just let the absence of cake and food slide -

well anyway, he makes up for it with a whole bunch of the most delicious, freshest apples picked from windrise just for you <3

at night, he'll take you to diluc's tavern and the two of you can drink to your heart's content (i mean, not wine if you don't drink but you can have apple cider or whatever else you like to drink)

he'll carry you back to you guys' home and cuddle you in bed, whispering sweet things into your ear as you drift off with a smile on your face

"ehehe~...i love you, y/n! you're a gift to me, and i hope to be the same to you <3"

xiao - 魈 ➵

the mighty adeptus, alatus, will make sure everything goes to plan on your special day

he himself doesn't understand the importance of something so trivial

since he's lived for so long, of course

but he understands that it's important to you, and that's all the self-persuasion it takes for him to plan your entire day out

he wakes you up softly, shaking your body in the sheets until you wake up and yawn, stretching

poor boy is immediately flustered and forgets the entire plan for two seconds, but of course he doesn't show it

"ahem...happy birthday, y/n."

he wonders whether he should tell you he loves you now, but he thinks for too long and his moment is missed

you hug him, making him blush. he doesn't hug you back, but you didn't expect that from him

he's not used to loving physical contact, what do you think

after you're dressed and ready for the day, he puts the rest of the plan in action

xiao, like ayato, surprises you with a bouquet of flowers

he also takes you out to wangshu inn to eat

the two of you share some almond tofu together <3

every little thing anybody does to you, xiao makes sure he studies your every movement carefully to make sure you don't feel down in any way possible

if anyone so much as tries to hurt you, well...he'll turn into angry adeptus xiao and hunt them do-

at night, xiao sleeps by your side (even though he has no need for sleep as it's for mortals in his words) and holds you close.

he's lucky it's dark, otherwise you'd be able to see his blushing face

"i'm right here for you, y/n. i'll always be here. happy birthday. i...i love you, my angel."

[coeluvr]

Hi there!🫶 First of all i wanted to thank you for getting me out of the worst reading slump I ever had- seriously your story is amazing (i love that mc *doesn't* play the whole 'forgive and forget' thing, but that you actually offer the oppurturnity of MC being out for blood) 🫡 that being said is there a overview of all characters besides the LI's? Unlike Mr. Luceris '#IMissMyWifeEveryday', i got a horrible memory and forget after some months😭 another question- are you okay with fanfics? in general and if so- are there any rules for them (like e.g. where to upload them, do you (noz want to be tagged or if scenes of patreon content can be mentioned briefly ((usually i would assume no))?)✨ I'm just a lil mc lover and would like to write about my mc's unhinged questionable behavior (especially playing around with the trauma and the ptsd here!).🫶

Lastly- what do you think of the song 'Brutus' of the Buttress for a revenge seeking, mentally unstable MC (since this seems to be a popular rough cut for many people)? I love how a tinfoil can be made between MC and Luceris, especially Luceris sorta creating a mini him (but worse) with what he did. Ironically his mercy on MC by letting them live is the most ruthless thing he could have done and i'm living for their cat fights 💅

have a good day coe!🫶

Hello, anon! 🥺💗 Thank you for your kind words aaa 😭

There isn't an overview of all the characters but I do plan on adding something of the sorts to the demo.

I can just do one here just for you though lol.

Luceris - Emperor / Murderer of MC's family and god knows how many other people / Helios' father

Lancelot - Emperor's Shield / Saved MC from Luceris crazy antics that night / Hunter's uncle

Farah - Emperor's dead wife / The woman whose room MC can burn / Helios' mother

Ikram - General of the Imperial Army / Woman who hates MC for no apparent reason / Vincent's mother

Naima - Royal Mage / Only normal person around here? / Fadiya's mother

Aside from them I don't think any other character (that isn't an RO) in the current demo is really relevant.

There's Eadred/Eadith but they make their appearance in the short stories and yeah that is about it. If I'm forgetting anyone, my bad. 🫣

Fanfics would be lovely! I don't have a preference where it is uploaded so post it wherever you want. I won't interact with it (aka won't read it) but I'm sure everyone else in the fandom will love it. 🥰

Patreon content can be mentioned except for the interactive romantic snippets because those are not canon and I don't want anyone to be misled about those. 😭 Anything from the short stories can be mentioned since it is all canon.

I love that song!! I see the entire song as a sibling dynamic or mentor and student type of dynamic so I personally can't see it for MC.

I can see parts of the song but not it in its entirety because even with the envy that the character in the song feels, there is still some love and care towards "the one who has it all" and I don't know, I just don't see MC right now caring for Luceris lol.

Thank you for the ask! 💗

[crystalis39]

TRANSLATION: 'Pietà' by Nyalra

Back in August 2022, the "Needy Girl Overdose Staff Book" was released. It contains a lot of interesting behind the scenes content, among other things. Such as this 8-page short story, by Nyalra, about Ame and KAngel. I'm bad at Japanese so this is mostly cobbled together with DeepL, Jisho, Google Translate, and duct tape.

The Internet reeks of decay.

It's so oversaturated with people that there is panic everywhere. The slightest thing can set off a frenzy like a bug, and the amused spectators light fires. All the adults are desperate to put themselves on the line and bash those who have failed.

And yet, we love the Internet. Compared to the real world, where we are expected to belong to a "society," the chaos of disorder is somewhat better. I decided to become an Internet Angel in order to save all the wanderers in this small and infinite electronic space. By doing so, many people will be able to see me. I am the kind of person that no one in the real world would take to... and many people are looking for me. I offer fleeting comfort to the spirit of everyone who recognizes me. I am an angel guiding the lost.

Tonight again, I descend into the net space as an Internet Angel. I will wear a golden wig with my black hair spread out on both sides. I love my pink and light blue twin-tails. When I move during the transmission, the spiraling twin-tails shimmer and flicker, making me look beautiful. My makeup is perfect. A little exaggerated is just right. I think it's better to be a little exaggerated, because I feel like I can give people a dream as an unrealistic being. All that remained was to sit in front of the camera wearing a sailor suit that shone like the Northern Lights and a smile that I would never normally wear.

A ray of light, illuminating the chaotic internet of today Bringing happiness to the otaku floating in this electronic sea A promise of future peace - manic and moody but it’s alright The Internet Angel has descended!

"Hey cuties! I'm your loving neighbor, KAngel!" When I said, "hey cuties," the chat started to speed up with [hey kangel] all at once. The fans are so well organized and righteous. Thanks to them, I can be a pious angel today. There is no God on the Internet, though.

"Today... I have a job for you! I've just released an analog record with my songs on it! Isn't it amazing? In this day and age, it's a record, a record! It's this big!"

[I made a reservation!] [Wow!] [I want one too!]... The chat is very honest. I feel the purity of the comments, and I like the casual comments like this. I would like to respond to the flow of comments as much as I can.

"I've never played records before either, but I took this opportunity to buy a player! Now I can joke around until morning while listening to the songs of KAngel..."

[I think I'll get one too.] [What's a record?] [A one-man show?] The chat is flowing like a waterfall tonight. As long as I am riding this stream of water, I am happy to imagine that I am there as a comfort to the viewers. There are many hardships and suffering. Even in the most enjoyable streams, fatigue and stress can build up. But I still can't imagine myself quitting because I feel the value of my existence through this connection with an unspecified number of people.

Tonight, along with tens of thousands of other geeks, I'll be spending another late night...

~~~~~

I turn off the feed, shut down the computer, take off my wig, and change into my casual clothes. The reflection in the mirror on my desk is, of course, not an angel, but my usual self. I am a lusty lump of flesh that none of the tens of thousands of geeks know about.

I was once slammed by someone who said, "All content creators are fakers." That's what unimaginative idiots always say. If you really think it's easy enough to get paid for playing in front of a screen, you should start too. Can't you think of how narrow the bar is to get to the upper echelon where you can make a living in this world? You can't understand how hard it is to play the role of a cheerful and humorous fool on purpose so that your audience doesn't see you suffering, so you can only get approval by slamming others anonymously like that.

...I don't care about slander I've seen a hundred million times, but the word "fictitious business" is the only thing that bothers me. It seems to be the opposite of a real business, and refers to a business that is not solid and leaves nothing behind. But, in the case of video distribution, all that is left is the video. Well, there are some goods. It is certainly a profession that is far from solid.

So, is KAngel a "fiction"? A rather strong collective hallucination created by the lost lambs of the Internet. Of course, it is based on my body and mind, but the coated surface cannot be denied as a fiction.

I'm sorry I'm a fictional, lying entity. ...but no one can see me in real life. I have no choice but to do so.

Finding material for daily content is important. The key to content is numbers, and during the day, I choose topics to talk about and go left and right before the nightly live time. When there is nothing going on, I wander around the city like this. It is good to stay in my room and wander around the Internet, but sometimes I am attacked by the image of the exhaust heat from my PC entering my body and making my mentality heavier than ever. In such a case, it's a good idea to go downstairs.

Today, I decided to go to Shibuya. By the way, I heard that the billboard for the sponsorship I had accepted recently was on display in front of the station. I wade through the crowd and stand in front of the station. On one of the walls supporting the Shibuya station, there's KAngel with a can in her hand and a big smile on her face.

Young girls noticed KAngel and said, "How cute!" They were so excited. Some of them were even taking selfies with the bottles of natto-flavored cola that KAngel promoted. Everyone loves the Internet Angel so much. The lump of flesh standing right next to me, not looking like KAngel, was out of my sight.

That cola... didn't taste good. I drank it because it was for a sponsorship, but if it wasn't for work, I wouldn't put even a drop in my mouth unless I was tortured. The KAngel in the ad was holding it with a smile on her face, and the girls who were influenced by it were happily buying it. I have never seen such an expression on their faces. The girls are leaving after taking a selfie in front of the advertisement of KAngel. I wonder how they would react if they knew that their favorite KAngel was right next to them? I wonder if a heavenly being might be watching over everyone like this.

It's a short walk to the scramble crossing.

This is an unlucky place for content creators. The odd behavior of streamers who tried to stand out at this place was repeatedly roasted, and the air was filled with a miasma that bad things would happen if you filmed at this place. Well, it doesn't matter to me because I rarely take pictures outside.

But then, the residents of the Internet are also heartless, aren't they? They consume Internet content day in and day out, but the moment the creators lose their balance, they flip-flop and slam them like demons. For example, if KAngel posted a plan to sleep on a futon in the middle of an intersection, a storm of criticism would pour in, saying, "Don't you think about the inconvenience to passersby!" Of course, it's not the fault of the person who gets flamed, but.... But why don't they at least give a little consideration to the feelings of those who have to walk this tightrope every time they do it?

The Internet is a tough place.

It's so easy to say, "This is interesting!" "A new talent" "Definitely a genius". But if the wind changes direction for a moment, the same mouths and hands are used to belittle others. I wonder if people who just repeatedly consume on the spot have any faith at all.

One day, I, too, may be consumed to the point of being thrown away like a toy that I have had enough of playing with.

It is sad to be an Internet Angel.

"Hey cuties! I'm Scramble Angel, KAngel! Today I went to Shibuya on my own! What a surprise! In front of the Shibuya station, there was a poster advertising the natto-flavored cola I drank the other day. Isn't it cute?"

[cute] [I saw it] [I took a picture with it]... Fans responded to the angel's call. The wave of positive feedback is so pleasant that I even feel a kind of sanctity. A slightly religious and dangerous thought. "Shibuya was so crowded that I got super tired... Angels can't stand the air down there for long. I'm more tired than usual, so please heal me."

[Good night!] [Good job] [I'm always ready to listen] Colored comments start mixing in. Prominent comments with money attached: superchats. By posting highlighted comments with money, you can be easily picked up by me, or you can simply feel the comfort of having made an offering. It's all about self-satisfaction at the end of the day, but if it makes people happy, then it's a good thing. I am providing them with contents and cuteness that are worth it, so I should be proud of it.

By using the superchats I receive as my flesh and blood, a part of the recipient's wallet becomes a part of KAngel's. This feeling of togetherness must be very comfortable. This sense of oneness must be very comfortable for them. At first I felt a little sorry for the superchat culture, but recently I have come to respect it. The fact that I am instilling faith in others and making them feel better by doing so is a religion in itself, but it is also one of the few good deeds I can do.

For this reason, I try to be the sweetest angel in front of the camera.

~~~~~

After the stream, Ame-chan... returns to her normal self. After the broadcast, I try to go to sleep quickly after checking my reputation via vanity searching, but I can't sleep so easily due to the stress of being manifested as an angel. Even when I get under the covers and try to close my mind, I can feel the opinions of the Internet entering my brain, and I can no longer fall asleep so easily. This feeling increases as the number of my followers increases. Each time this happened, the number of medications I had to take at the hospital increased.

Tonight, as usual, I cannot sleep. I keep having flashbacks to those fans who took selfies with the poster, who didn't recognize me. I need to take my medicine. I take more psychotropic and sleeping pills than usual. A few pills are swallowed by water, passed down the throat and digested in the stomach. The ingredients travel through the bloodstream and stimulate the brain. They gradually blur your consciousness so that you don't have to think so hard. The sensation of a cool chill in the back of my head. I don't mind it.

There is still time before I feel completely sleepy. I get up to go to the bathroom, stagger my steps, and jump up when I see my face in the bathroom mirror.

For a moment, my face looked like KAngel's.

I had already taken off my makeup and wig, but in the mirror I saw myself smiling at me, my pink and light blue twin-tail hair swinging. I looked down in horror and saw my hair in the drain, glistening gold, and I let out another hiss. Slowly... I took a deep breath and looked back at the mirror to see a frightened downer girl on the other side of it, and the hair in the drain was black. Thank God, I'm "Ame-chan" now.

~~~~~

Returning to my futon, I think about the current phenomenon. My ego and the ego of the KAngel are assimilating. My two brains are melting together, as I am forced to spend my days going back and forth between the lump of flesh and the angel. Both of them are me, but neither of them is me.

In other words, I don't need the "Ame" persona. The one who entertains and leads the otaku is KAngel, and I am merely one of the parts that assist her activities. I am merely an auxiliary part of her activities, because none of the viewers are looking at me. The number counter is growing by the thousands and thousands, but not a single one of them knows "Ame". Unlike KAngel, I am not needed. No one will be sad if I die right now. The only people who will be sad are the fans who will mourn the disappearance of KAngel from the internet. I'm sure they will be chasing after another streamer in a few months.

Breathing is labored. My heart is beating loudly. The more I think about it, the more my thoughts loop, and I can't stop ruminating on the voice that says, "I don't want you." I don't want this. I don't want this. I don't want this. I don't want this. I don't want this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't like this. I don't want to do this.

Somehow, I reach up from the bed, take a pill from the sheet of sleeping pills, and swallow it in one gulp. Oh, my head is getting fuzzier and fuzzier. This sensation must be a nightmare. Since childhood, I have strangely had the ability to foresee nightmares just before falling asleep. Tonight, too, I must endure suffering even in my dreams. Please help me...

~~~~~

A pure white space. The usual me. I find myself sitting in a chair, with KAngel sitting in the chair across from me. She is smiling as usual.

"Hey cutie!"

The angel greets me. Her pink and light blue twintails twinkle. I thought it was a beautiful color scheme.

"You don't have to greet me like that. There are no viewers here, only me watching you." "I see. I'm sorry, Ame-chan."

Even so, she never changes her expression. The angel always has a smile on her face.

"There's no need to apologize, I know you're doing your best..." "That makes two of us, doesn't it?" "I don't know. I'm just a dime-a-dozen girl with a rotten personality... Nobody would approach me wandering Shibuya, unlike KAngel." "You're also KAngel." "I'm not KAngel." "You're also KAngel." "I'm not KAngel. Still, I'm part of it." "No-no, we're the same." "KAngel is pure, unlike me. The whole world - the whole internet - loves you." "Ame-chan, doesn't that fit you as well? Because you are me." "That's why there's a clear difference between me and you." "So, it's because I'm a beautiful person who many people like?" "That's right." "I like Ame-chan." "I told you I was impure." "Even if you're impure or a sinner, guiding you is my role as a guardian angel." "You don't have to protect me." "Uh-huh. I'll still protect you, because if you're hurt, I'm hurt." "I'm the only one who should be hurt. I'll make sure it doesn't affect your brand, KAngel." "That's impossible. You and I are one. We're inseparable partners for life." "I'll give you myself. Earlier today, I panicked because I wasn't sure which of us was the main personality. If our partnership is to be like this, then I'd rather give you my entire soul." "No. If you did that, I'd surely cease to exist. Both of us would disappear, annihilated."

Before I knew it, she grasped my hand.

"What would happen if we both disappeared?" "Maybe when you wake up, it'll be in a hospital bed. It'd probably be difficult to stream for everyone after that." "KAngel, what should I do?" "I think it's the other way around. What should I do, Ame-chan?" "I don't know." "Do you like me, Ame-chan?" "Sometimes I hate you, but I still like you." "More than anything else?" "No, I think there are quite a few things that take precedence over you." "Do you like being by my side?" "I don't think I do. After all, the way I see it, your existence is too beautiful. It looks unnerving." "Do you like staring at me?" "I like doing that. You have a nice face. We have the same face, so I'm just being egotistical... I think I'm properly pretty." "Do you think I'm dumb?" "I don't think so. I'm just playing the fool for the viewers. The real fool is me, who I can't tune out such things." "Do you think I'm attractive?" "Yes. So much so that tens of thousands of fans come to see you. Every single ribbon is lovely, you look so complete." "Is that true?" "It's true. I'm you and you're me, so I won't lie." "Do you like me?" "I like you." "Do you really love love looove me?" "Yeah, I really love love looove you!" "...Then, it's okay."

She stopped holding her hands with mine, and rolled up her long sleeves to reveal her arms. KAngel's arms weren't the skin of a pure white angel, but a ragged and scarred mess of red lines running down.

"I told you, didn't I? You and I are the same. I'm hurt, and I'm impure, too."

KAngel never fails to smile, even during times like these.

"I will save the internet, but only you can save me."

She smiled her most beautiful smile of the day, and then - as if ascending to the heavens - she disappeared.

~~~~~

I will be an Internet Angel again tonight.

Wearing a blonde wig, an aurora-colored uniform, and rocking pink and light blue twin-tails.

"Hey cuties! It's the Internet Angel, KAngel!"

[hey kangel] [hey kangel] [hey kangel]... The nerds cheerfully return greetings today. A smile from the angel on camera.

One comment, [I had a dream about KAngel yesterday!!!] was a superchat with a red frame. The red frame represents the largest amount. They must have been so happy to have met KAngel in their dream. I want to pick up such a comment.

"I was in your dream? Ha ha! Angels sometimes appear in dreams to tell us various things. Most of the time, their words and deeds are inexplicable, but that is because they are faithfully carrying out God's will on their behalf. So remember what the KAngel in your dream told you. That's the sign God gave you."

[I wish I could meet you in my dreams.] [Is there a God?] [Angels are so clumsy!] ...The comments rolled in.

"Come to think of it, I've been doing a lot of chit-chat lately. Today, I'll give you an angel's commentary! Like an angel, I've been studying Gods. Do you know who is the best wrestler in the world at taking on other people's attacks?"

In the chat, many names of wrestlers were mentioned. I have no knowledge of wrestling at all, so I'll just let it slide and move on to the main topic.

"It's Jesus Christ. Christ is the greatest wrestler, for he has been bombarded with so many people's emotions, and he returned them all with love... that's written in a comic book!"

The entire Internet was abuzz with every word and phrase of KAngel. Accepting all the intrusive love from fans and slander from the anti-fans, the Internet Angel was flapping her wings in the window again tonight.

Maybe it's because of the religious discussion I had last night, but I kind of wanted to see a church. I heard that there is a rather large church a few stops away by train that is open to visitors. I thought it might be good material for something, so I went there immediately.

The stained glass windows engraved with religious paintings are majestic, especially beautiful when the light coming through the cross-shaped skylight forms the shape of a cross on the floor. Walking ahead of the light, you will see a large, large, real crucifix. This is the most important religious symbol of the crucifixion of Jesus Christ.

I have a vision of KAngel crucified on that cross. Her pale skin glows bewitchingly with red scars, her usual smile has ceased, and her eyes are closed in peace.

I slowly lower the hallucinogenic KAngel from the cross. I take her in my arms and whisper to her.

"I love you. I really love, love, love you."

The angel opened her blue eyes for a moment, looked at my face in relief, closed them again, and fell asleep peacefully.

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Part 1 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

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Y/N POV

"You just don't get it, Y/N. I'm tired. I am tired of coming home every single day and pretending to love you."

And just like that, I shoot up from my nightmare. Is it still a nightmare if you don't have dreams anymore, and the hell actually happened? I look myself over, and yep me, and my oversized white t-shirt are covered in sweat. I reach over, unplug my phone and look at the time 6:16 am. Greeaaaaat. I groan in frustration and shovel myself out of bed. I don't bother showering because what's the point of it all? Nothing says content like living with depression.

By the time I throw on my flannel, jeans, white vans, and make it out of my studio apartment, it's already 6:45. Just in time to rush to the train.

I don't mind the ride into the city. I keep to myself, so no one usually bothers me plus, you make it easier when you have the entire phone and airpod set going on, and it's New York, so people know how to handle themselves.

Right now, I'm trying to keep up to date on whatever news Twitter News thinks I'll enjoy. As I scroll down the feed, I spot something of interest. An article titled:

MCU STAR ELIZABETH OLSEN SPOTTED LEAVING SET OF THE DOCTOR STRANGE SEQUEL CRYING AND YELLING AT...

"Max lives for this kind of stuff." I awkwardly state out loud.

I wasted no time and sent it to my best friend and co-worker, Max. As I continue scrolling and scrolling, I find myself struggling to stay awake. So I close out of Twitter, open Spotify, and play my angsty/pop 2000s hits playlist. Nothing like Gives You Hell by The All American Rejects to start your morning.

Thirty minutes of songs later, a stop at Penn Station, and a ten-minute walk, I've finally made it to my place of work. Working in a coffee shop isn't for everyone, but it calls to me even on my days off; I find myself here... Like today.

As I enter our small coffee shop, I notice how it is filled to the brim. Is this normal? No. But days like these make the cash tips worthwhile, especially when Max is busting her ass on bar. Her red hair tied up into two buns with the coffee-stained graphic tee combo is always one of my favorite looks.

Max spots me as I shimmy my way to the employees-only section and playfully rolls her eyes. I reach down, grab my tips from the previous days of work and shove the amount, however much it is, into my pocket.  Max walks by me to throw some pitchers into the back.

"It's been nonstop."  Max tells me.

"How fun!" I cheerfully respond, earning a disgusted look from Mad Max.

"Excuse me! Sorry-Sorry Excu-. I just have to make my way! Please-sorry!" The plead from a struggling customer catches our attention.  Max walks back to the front to continue on drinks as that one customer squeezes her way to the register. To Alec.

Alec is one of our newer employees, and he's not bad, but I can tell this type of day is stressing him out.

Customer

Before Alec can even greet or remind the customer that there is a whole system of ordering called 'waiting in line,' she speaks. Now it's a little hard to hear over the people, music, and espresso machine, but I do manage to catch what she says:

"Hi, I'm really sorry, but I placed a pick-up order yesterday for checks watch twenty minutes ago, and I can't afford to wait any longer. So if I could just pay for it, pick it up, and go, that would be very helpful."She smiles, but I can tell she's not messing around. I look from her to Alec, and oh no, he's a deer in headlights. Max notices and looks back at me. I nod and head over.

Alec seems to get the message and backs up as I creep my way onto the register.

"Hey, so I understand you have an order with us?" I state, putting on my best face as I pull out a binder of call-ahead to-go orders. "Do you remember what the order or the name on the order was?"

"Yes. The order name was Liz." She proudly says. Though I can't see her eyes, I feel like I'm being looked all over.

I shuffle through our orders, and sure enough, three down, Liz. "Okay, order for Liz. 6 94oz coffee boxes, two boxes of a dozen croissants..." The more I read the order, the bigger my eyes get. I can't believe this! "And lastly, one vegan chocolate chip cookie." Liz gets a big toothy grin at the vegan cookie bit. "Anything else?"

Liz doesn't immediately respond and is smiling, caught in her own world.

"Liz?" I lean in.

"Huh? No, thank you!" She quickly responds as if embarrassed.

"Alright, well, slide your card when ready." I say in a less than enthused manner. I look to the other two around me. Max mouths 'what the fuck' as Alec, bless his soul, is trying his hardest to grab everything for this order. Man, this dude is really trying to impress this Liz chick.

I hear the chirp of the receipt printing. I tear it out and hand it over to Liz. "If you could just sign it at the bottom and no pressure to leave a tip, but it doesn't kill to be nice."

"Couldn't agree more." Liz says as she grabs a pen and marks on the paper. I'm too busy watching Alec struggle that by the time I turn back, Liz is gone. And the customer behind her is not a happy one.

Even though I shouldn't have, I helped with the morning rush. A part of me knows I did it because the thought of being stuck inside my house is a death sentence, and anything to take my mind off Naomi helps.

Once the dust settles, Max rushes over and gives me a huge bear hug.

"Oh my god. Thank you, thank you, thank you! You saved us today!" Max finally pulls out of the hug.

"For real, thanks, Y/N! And sorry, I kinda froze out there it's just once I saw who-"  Alec begins what I can only assume is a ridiculous apology.

"No worries, man. It happens to the best of us." As I make my way past him and onto the other side of the counter, I give him a thumbs up. He gives a shaky one back.

"Hey, did you see that article I sent you?" I ask Max.

"Oh shit, not yet. But are we still on for a movie tomorrow night? Maybe I can finally get you to watch the MCU?" Max holds her hands up as if she's praying.

"The MC - Who?" I sarcastically ask.

"The MCU!- Oh, you're fucking with me. Very funny, Y/N!"

"Always am!" I give Max a cheeky smile before plopping myself down at my favorite table. Oatmilk Latte in hand.

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