#immediately followed up with like ''hey sorry if my tone of voice sounded a bit pointed or harsh. when you were talking to me I was trying

[icewindandboringhorror]

I think the hardest thing in writing for me sometimes is the like “show don’t tell/let people communicate through subtext/Normal People don’t just walk around openly explaining their motivations for everything That’s Unnatural” thing because like.. I literally DO walk around openly explaining my motivations for everything, that is how I talk, I am an analytical detail oriented over-communicator who explains everything as thoroughly as possible and and will give a fully detailed 2 minute long answer to something simple like “how are you doing today?” .. like it’s hard to make things sound Natural and Normal when you yourself are inherently unnatural and abnormal in your methods of communication to an extent lol

[back2bluesidex]

Bad Idea - JJK (18+)

Pairing: Jungkook X Fem!Reader

Theme: PWP, SMUT, Fluff, established relationship au

Wordcount: 1.4k+

Summary: Accepting Jungkook's invitation to watch him train topless was such a bad idea.

Warnings: Rough sex, sex on a bathroom counter, doggy style, Jungkook is jealous, name calling, little bit of degrading, Jungkook cums on her ass, reader is kinky about Jungkook's back, unprotected sex (wrap it up). NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: Sorry but I couldn't help.

It was a bad idea. 

Accepting Jungkook’s invitation to watch him train was a bad, actually very bad, idea. Because now you are having to clench your thighs tightly thinking of the feeling that you might feel by raking your nails through Jungkook’s toned, thick, manly back. 

You adjust your position in the seat a bit, rubbing your core on the leather of the seat cover in the process. 

This is just pathetic. 

Rubbing yourself off (with the help of inanimate objects) while watching your own boyfriend and being unable to do anything about it, is just so pathetic. 

You gulp your own drool each time Jungkook’s muscles flex. Fuck. This is getting unbearable. 

“He’s sexy, isn’t he?” One of Jungkook’s trainers comes out of nowhere and takes the seat beside you. 

“I - What? Excuse me?” You don’t know what to reply, especially when he is complimenting your boyfriend, who is indeed very sexy. 

“I said Jungkook is sexy.” He smirks at you. 

“Oh yeah. That he is.” You turn your face towards your boyfriend again. He still has his back turned towards you. But your eyes met his, through the mirror. 

“That’s why he has such a sexy girlfriend all for himself.” the man chuckles in a low voice. 

What the fuck. Who is he after? You or Jungkook?

“Who are you after Mister? Me or him?” You raise one of your eyebrows at him. 

“Maybe both of you?” he replies nonchalantly. 

“What-” you start to speak but get cut off instantly. 

“Hey babe. Could you please help me a little?” Jungkook stands right in front of you with his sweaty half naked body glistening under the white light of the gym. 

You smile up at him understanding that he is here for your rescue. But fuck. You probably thought too soon cause his eyes are darker and there is a tick in his jaw. 

You gulp again. 

“Sure. Tell me what can I do?” you mutter, standing up from the seat. 

“Follow me.” he says with a voice a few octaves lower than his usual one. 

So you do what fits best for you. You follow him. 

“Can you take one of the damp towels and wipe my back?” Jungkook should be requesting you but the tension in his voice makes the sentence sound more like an order. 

You take the said object and walk towards the restroom counter where he is leaning forward to give you a good access to his back. 

“What’s wrong? Why do you sound so mad?” You whisper, wiping a strip of his back. 

That fucking back again. Your thighs rub against each other without you noticing. 

“He was flirting with you.” Your boyfriend growls. 

“He was complimenting you. Umm… actually both of us.” You keep on wiping the sweat off of his back. 

“What did he say?” Jungkook asks, his eyes meet you through the mirror again. 

“He said both of us are sexy and he is after both of us.” you gulp, yet again. 

Before you can register what is happening, Jungkook spins on his heels, holds you by your waist and interchanges your positions. So now you are pressed against the bathroom counter and his body is towering yours. 

“He has been eyeing you since the moment you walked in. That fucker thinks I have not noiticed. I gotta tell him who you belong to.” His right hand travels south and grabs your ass harshly. You wince a little at the impact. 

“He has been eyeing you too.” you murmur. 

He smirks, “Mark me then. Tell him that I am only yours.” 

The offer is tempting indeed and you can’t help but fantasize about scratching that back of his. So you quit waiting and crash your lips on his. 

Jungkook kisses you back immediately. He sucks your lips so hard that you fear they might bruise afterwards. His tongue pokes inside your mouth in order to taste you more deeply. 

Granting him access, you warp your hands around his midsection. 

His back is so toned, yet so soft that your nails dig into it in their own accord. 

Jungkook groans into your mouth clearly being satisfied with your scratches. 

He detaches his mouth from yours, a string of saliva connects two of you now. “You think I didn’t see you trying to rub that cunt on the seat? Huh? You dirty little girl.” 

“Not my fault when you have 90% of your body on display like that.” you fight back. 

Jungkook chuckles, “Then why don’t you take the rest of the 10% too? Hmm?” 

His hand leaves your ass and reaches for your exposed inner thigh. It dives down into your skirt without any warning and heads for your clit. 

Jungkook hisses, finding you very wet already. He rubs your clit through the thin material of your panties, arousing you even more. You tilt your head back in pleasure and Jungkook takes the chance to paint bruises all over your neck and collarbone. 

You moan his name as he bits down on the crook of your neck. His fingers slide through the seam of your panties and poke into your entrance. 

You roll your hip to reach out for his teasing fingers and hit his growing bulge with your upper belly in the process. 

“Fuck, Y/N” Jungkook groans “I need to be inside you.” 

You nod somehow, “me too. Fuck. I need you too.” 

“Turn around for me.” he commands and you comply without wasting any time. 

Jungkook pushes your face down on the counter by placing a hand on your neck and holds your waist to still you with another. Once he is satisfied with your position, he hooks two of his fingers on the waistband on your panties and pulls that down. The article of cloth pools down on your ankes and you kick that off readily. 

He hikes your skirt, exposing your ass. 

“God, I love this booty.” A slap lands on your right asscheek without any warning. 

“Ahhh fuck-” You wince in pain mixed pleasure. Jungkook parts your legs and spreads them open. His tattooed arm rests on your ass and the other one tugs his shorts and boxers down revealing his erection. 

Oh how you wish you could see Jungkook right now but the way you are positioned, makes it impossible even to take a look through the bathroom mirror. 

Jungkook pumps his length once and then pushes the head of his cock into your slit. The tip brushes through your clit making you moan several incoherent words. 

“Are you ready to take me in, babygirl?” he asks, rubbing your clit with his tip once more. You nod urgently. 

He collects some of your slick on his tip before pushing his length into your hot, wet core. Once he is midway in there, he pulls his cock back out and slams it all in one go. 

Your body jerks up with the sheer force he has put into his action. 

“Can I move now?” Jungkook whispers into your ear, reaching down to your face and placing a kiss on your temple. 

“Y-yes pl-please.” you manage to reply. 

Jungkook starts moving slowly but he soon takes up an erratic pace. His pelvic area slams into your ass with each thrust he forces into you. 

“Fuck f-fuck Jungkoo- feels s-so good.” you drool on the counter. 

“Yeah? My cock feels good? That’s why you suck it so well, you dirty bitch?” Jungkook’s hoarse voice only adds up to your pleasure by tenfold. And naturally, you feel yourself getting close.

“Gonna c-cum.” you announce. 

“Cum on my cock pretty girl.” Jungkook’s fingers find your clit as he starts rubbing figure eight vigorously. 

“Fuck fuck fuck” and with that you cum on his cock. 

Your legs feel like jelly, you know they might give out at any second. Probably jungkook knows that too, hence, he wraps his tattooed arm around your waist and fucks you into overstimulation. 

Once his thrusts loose rhythm, you feel him twitching inside you. 

“Fuck. We are not using condoms.” Jungkook groans. He pulls is cock out of your hole, jerks it once and cums all over your ass. 

His thick whiteness drips down your ass and thigh. Some spills on the floor, some drops down on your snickers and some gets soaked by your socks. 

Jungkook cleans up both of you, tugs himself back into his boxers and shorts and then helps you in getting into your underwear like the good boyfriend that he is. 

“Let’s go home.” He pulls you into his embrace and kisses the top of your head. 

“Yeah but you will have to carry me ‘cause I don’t think I can walk.” both of you chuckle heading for the door.

Taglist:

@phenomenalgirl9 @variety-is-the-joy-of-life @soraviie @sukunabitch @chimchimmarie @coffeedepressionsoup @meowstake @vonvi-blog @nochuel @chimmisbae

[phantomspiderr]

Always

Pairing: Marc Spector x gn!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings/tags: fluff, fluff, fluff, look i think Marc would be into Formula 1, is that just because I love F1... maybe?, sleepy!reader, soft!Marc🥰

a/n: 😬… I’m backkkkkkkk. Not that I think anyone noticed I was gone but I started anxiety meds and they've taken some getting used to. But I opened up my drafts the other day and found this and finished it, so essentially I started making it, had a breakdown... bon appetite?

(not my gif)

The other side of the bed’s cold, your hand swipes across the empty space in search of the warmth that is normally there. Your sleep-addled mind pauses to think—had your boyfriend even come to bed? What time was it? Is that noise in your head? Slowly, you pull yourself up from the warm cocoon of the duvet and your hands rub at your face in an attempt to erase the sleep that still clings to you. Blinking a few times you try to adjust your eyes to being open again as your hands fall into your lap. You can just make out some light in between the gaps in the bookshelf that separates the bed from the rest of the room. Your tired eyes look to his side of the bed again, still empty and the alarm clock shines the time a little too brightly, 6:22am. Reluctantly you move your stiff legs, pushing the warm duvet off of them and whining a little as the cold air in the flat hits them. You pull yourself out of the bed, immediately grabbing the blanket from the end of the mattress to wrap around yourself. The noise you’d heard becomes clearer now, it sounds like someone talking but it’s fast and all mushes together in your head. You take steps toward it, rounding the bookshelf to find exactly what you were missing.

“Hey,” Marc’s voice comes out in a whisper and he sits up the second his eyes clock you, his hand reaching for the tv remote immediately. The volume goes down with each push of the button, “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You keep taking slow steps towards him, passing in front of the tv and going around the coffee table until you reach the couch.

“Are you okay?” You completely disregard his question in favour of asking your own as you sit next to him, he nods whispering out a yeah and so you move your body to lay down, placing your head in his lap.

“I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep,” you look up at him as he speaks. One of his hands comes to rest on top of your head, “plus there’s a race on.” He looks back to the tv and you follow his gaze, twisting until you lie completely on your side.

“What’s a red flag?” Your head turns so you can look at him again briefly, a little smile graces his face and then you go back to staring at the screen, trying to understand why in the middle of a race none of the cars are moving.

“One of the drivers went into the barrier and they have to stop the race to clean it up before they continue. It just means it’s not safe for anyone to be on the track,” Marc explains it so gently, no annoyance or condescension crosses his tone for your lack of knowing.

“Are they okay?” There’s a slight hint of worry and you almost sound like a scared child.

“Yeah sweetheart, look, that's Albon there.” He points towards the screen and you watch as it briefly shows a young-looking guy speaking with someone else, “it was his car that hit the barrier but he got out of it straight away.”

For a minute it’s quiet, you both just watch the screen as it shows different people. Marc had turned the volume up a bit and you could make out what the commentators were saying now they’d slowed down their talking. Without any prompting, Marc starts to quietly tell you who everyone is every time the picture changes to someone new. He shares little pieces of knowledge with every name and you find listening to him soothing. You knew he sometimes watched these races but you’d never really taken the time to sit down and watch one with him. You’re starting to regret never doing it before, you’d been missing out on this beautiful opportunity to get to know his interests better.

Ultimately, though that tiredness still clings to your mind and the way his voice is quietly lulling you makes you think of the times when Steven reads you to sleep. Just as the race starts up again, your eyes begin to feel heavy, the blinks start getting slower and longer. You’re unsure if Marc’s noticed because he keeps calmly explaining what’s happening as it happens. His fingers had absentmindedly started rubbing circles into your scalp which was not helping the way you were quickly slipping back into your sleeping state. The tv eventually disappears, and your eyes are finally sealed shut again but some conscious part of your brain can still make out the race commentary in the background alongside Marc’s soothing voice.

The next thing you know it’s daylight, the sun shines brightly through the uncovered windows. It hurts your eyes when they open and instinctively you turn your body away from it, glad when you’re met with darkness. You comfortably bury your face into the warmth of Marc’s stomach while trying your best to stretch your stiff limbs without really putting much effort into it. You take in a deep breath before just relaxing for a moment. Your mind slowly wakes as you lay there, coherent thoughts begin to form and you start to feel more awake with each passing second. You could’ve sworn you’d only been asleep for a few minutes. The tv is still making quiet noise in the background and you can feel Marc taking slow deep breaths.

Once your brain has managed to come back to some semblance of consciousness, you slowly pull yourself to sit up on the couch. The sight you’re met with makes your heart melt it doesn’t matter how many times you wake up next to him, each time feels like the first. He looks so peaceful, his head propped on his fist that leans on the arm of the couch. Eyes closed, hair sticking around every which way and lips slightly parted. You admire him for a minute before you think about how much his neck is going to hurt after sleeping in this position. As slowly as you can you twist yourself around again and stand, taking a second for your brain to catch up with your body’s movements. Then gently you tuck your hands under his knees, pulling on the deadweight and turning them to rest on the couch. All the movement rouses Marc from his sleep, the top half of his body reluctantly following the bottom with a grumble.

“It’s okay, go back to sleep.” Quietly you shush him as he continues to wiggle around until he’s settled down on the couch where you were just laying. The crease in his eyebrow slowly relaxes as your fingers comb through his hair, you’re crouched next to him trying to push him back into his little slumber. A long sigh comes from deep within his chest and you just know he’s back in dreamland. With a gentle kiss to his temple, you stand again, grabbing the blanket that had fallen to the floor at some point and draping it over his body. Satisfied with how much more comfortable he looks now you go to pull yourself away to shower and maybe start on breakfast—or maybe brunch at this point, but a hand grazes your leg.

“Stay,” the mumble of a plea falls past his lips as his hand blindly searches for yours. Without a second thought, you give in, encouraging him to lift his head so you can slip back onto the couch. Thoughts of how good a shower would be right now or of what to cook to rid the rumble in your stomach disappear completely. Now you sit with Marc’s head in your lap, mirroring the exact position you’d both been in just moments prior. You take a long moment to just watch him, the way he nuzzles his head into your thighs and how relaxed he looks for a change. Then you’re thinking about how happy he makes you. How lucky you feel to be a part of this moment and how you only ever want to be right here with him, always.

[reystenius-01]

April Fools

In which: R pulls a prank on Stina for April Fool’s. Let's just say Stina did not find it amusing.

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You were in the doghouse, to put it lightly. 

April Fool’s was a big thing in your family. You’d always go all out on your pranks; your brother had pretended that he and his wife were getting divorced last year. The family group chat had never been more concerned. The woman was basically a saint, the entire family had immediately taken her side before your brother blurted out that it was just a prank, which then led to a bit of no contact for a while, but anyway… 

You had pretended to come down with a headache so you could leave the team gathering a little early the previous night, wanting to set up the prank you’d be pulling on your girlfriend, if all went according to plan. You nearly failed at the first hurdle though, Stina sweetly asking if you just wanted her to stay home with her and cuddle. You nearly gave in just then, a sucker for those blue-green eyes. It took everything in you to reassure her that you’d be okay on your own for the night.

Stina did walk you to the door of your shared apartment, giving you a sweet kiss before you headed inside. 

You carefully manoeuvred around the living room, making sure everything was set up just right for when she arrived home.

Just as you finished setting up the water balloon above the front doorway, you heard the sound of keys jingling outside. Your heart raced with anticipation as you quickly hid behind the couch, waiting for Stina to walk in.

The door creaked open, and you held your breath as Stina stepped inside, a tired smile on her face. "Hey, love, I'm home," she called out, kicking off her shoes and hanging up her coat. “I know you said you’d be okay on your own, but my head started hurting halfway back to Leah’s place, so I just turned around.”

You winced as Stina's voice interrupted your thoughts, her tired smile tugging at your heartstrings. “Hey, Stin,” you replied, trying to sound casual as you peeked out from your hiding spot.

Stina's eyes sparkled with affection as she spotted you behind the couch. “What are you up to back there?” she asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

You grinned mischievously, trying to keep your excitement in check. “Oh, just waiting for you,” you replied cryptically, hoping to maintain the element of surprise.

Stina raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Waiting for me? What for?” she asked, her tone playful as she stepped closer to where you were hiding.

Before you could respond, you heard the sound of the water balloon releasing above the doorway, followed by a loud splash as it landed squarely on Stina, drenching her from head to toe.

Stina froze in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at the water dripping down her face and clothes. “What the...?” she sputtered, her voice trailing off as she tried to process what had just happened. Her expression darkened, her eyes narrowing as she processed the situation. “Are you kidding me right now?” she snapped, her voice laced with anger as she took in her soaked clothes and dripping hair.

You scrambled to find the right words, feeling a sinking sensation in the pit of your stomach. “I...I'm so sorry, Stin,” you stammered, your voice filled with regret. “It was supposed to be a prank.” You sheepishly shrugged. “April Fool’s?”

Stina let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through her wet hair. “I can't believe you would do something like this, especially when I'm already not feeling well,” she muttered, her irritation evident as she shot you a glare.

You hung your head in shame, feeling like the worst partner in the world. “I know, and I'm really sorry,” you apologised, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn't mean to ruin your day even more.”

Stina sighed heavily, her anger starting to subside as she saw the genuine remorse in your eyes. “Just… just give me some space right now,” she said wearily, her tone softened slightly. “I need some time to cool off.”

You nodded, feeling like a complete idiot as you retreated to the other side of the room, giving Stina the space she needed. As you sat there in silence, you couldn't help but feel like you had completely ruined the day, and possibly your relationship with Stina too.

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As you lay on the couch, feeling utterly defeated by your failed prank and the rift it had caused between you and Stina, you couldn't help but feel a surge of determination to make things right. You racked your brain, compiling a whole plan in your head as you plotted your next move.

The next morning, you woke up early, determined to start the day off on the right foot. You tiptoed into the kitchen, careful not to wake Stina as you prepared her favourite breakfast—fluffy pancakes with fresh berries and a side of crispy bacon. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee also filled the air. 

After carefully plating the breakfast, you carried the tray into the bedroom, where Stina was still sleeping soundly. You set the tray down on the bedside table, then tiptoed over to the window, where you had set up a surprise for Stina. You had stayed up late the night before, painstakingly assembling a bouquet of Lego flowers for her to wake up to. Each flower was carefully crafted with vibrant colours and intricate details, a labour of love to show her how much you cared.

“Hey, sleepyhead, I made you breakfast,” you whispered, a hopeful smile on your face as you watched her stir.

Stina blinked sleepily, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the tray of food and the Lego flowers beside the bed. “Wow, what's all this?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity as she sat up.

You grinned, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at her reaction. “I wanted to make it up to you for yesterday,” you explained, your voice filled with sincerity. “I know I messed up, but I'm hoping this will help make things right.”

Stina's eyes softened, and she reached out to take your hand in hers. “You didn't have to do all this,” she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. “But I appreciate it. Thank you.”

You squeezed her hand, feeling a rush of gratitude for her forgiveness. “I love you, Stin,” you whispered, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “And I'm sorry for being such an idiot.”

Stina smiled, her heart melting at your words. “I love you too, you big goof,” she teased, pulling you into a warm embrace. “And don't worry—I forgive you. Even though you’re a bit of an idiot.”

You chuckled, the tension of the previous day finally melting away as Stina's teasing brought a smile to your face. “Well, at least I'm your idiot, right?” you replied playfully, leaning in to nuzzle her neck.

Stina giggled, her fingers trailing lightly along your back as she pressed a kiss to your cheek. “That you are,” she murmured, her voice filled with affection. “And I wouldn't have it any other way.”

You grinned, feeling a warmth spread through you at Stina's words. “Good, because I don't think I could handle being anyone else's idiot,” you admitted, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss as an idea popped into your mind. “I still promise to make it up to you, in every way possible,” you whispered, your voice tinged with a hint of mischief as you leaned in closer to her.

Stina melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around you as she deepened the embrace. A mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she met your gaze, pulling back slightly. “Mmm, you know just how to make it up to me, älskling,” she whispered against your lips.

You felt a thrill shoot through you at Stina's suggestive tone, your heart racing with anticipation. “Oh, do I now?” you teased, trailing kisses along her jawline.

Stina let out a soft moan, her breath catching in her throat as she leaned into your touch. “Mhmm, you do,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire. “But let's finish breakfast first, hmm? We can save the rest of the making up for later.”

“Alright,” you replied, your voice low and husky as you traced a finger along her jawline. “But I promise… I’ll make sure you forget all about yesterday's mishap.”

Stina leaned in closer to you. “Well then,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I can't wait to see what you have in mind, min kärlek.”

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tempted to write smut as well 😭😭 not just for stina but for other players too, asks are open! drop any requests you got!

[hyunjins-bussycrack2000]

It was my heart you stole.

Warnings: Mention of murder and violence, desperate sukuna, angst, fluff, toxic sukuna, sukuna x y/n.

Sukuna was the king of curses, ‘Lord Sukuna’ the common folk and peasants called him. Feared by all, well not all. You worked under Sukuna, being his most favored and loved concubine. At one point you had asked a guard where the other concubines went.

“They were executed by Lord Sukuna himself.” The guard responded with a cold voice as he looked down at you, scoffing and walking away. Later you had found out that he had also died.

You and Sukuna had an oddly amazing relationship, although as expected, it was a bit toxic. He would always have a guard follow you anywhere when you stepped outside of his or your chambers. He was overprotective of you, very much so that he killed any other guards that looked at you the wrong way or talked to you in the wrong tone. If he wasn't busy with his duties, he would be pulling you around with him, or locking you up with him in his chambers. Sometimes he'd even take you to important meetings. You had grown fond of Sukuna, no, you loved him now. The strange thing was, he acted like he loved you back

But then the horrid day came, the day Sukuna found you crying on your plush bed. Holding onto a pillow as you cried. Immediately concerned but not wanting to seem weak or vulnerable, he stood in the doorway, his arms crossed. “ Hey, woman. What happened?”

You flinched at his voice, tears still running over your cheeks as you sat up. Looking at him with a look of desperation, sadness, and unwellness. Your voice shaking, your hands balling up the soft pillow. “ Kuna…..You're getting married? M-Married?!?” He looked at you, his eyes widening a bit as he sighed. Pinching the bridge of his nose with a small shake of his head. “ I knew you'd find out one way or another. “

Horror filled your eyes, were you no use to him anymore? Was he going to throw you away? Kill you? All you could think of was the worst, who was this woman anyway? The whole thing made your body visibly trembling, your tear stained cheeks overlapping with more tears as you started to cry more.

Sukuna looked at you, his face somewhat softening. He closed and locked your door, walking over and sitting on the bed next to you. His four arms pulling you into a string and caring embrace. “y/n……I still love you. This marriage is only arranged, don't fright. Marrying this woman is the best decision for the kingdom right now.” He said, rubbing your back with one hand and another pet your hair gently.

You pushed him away, standing up as you dried your tears. “ You know what the worst thing is ‘Kuna? She came in here this morning and introduced herself as your wife! Then continued to tell me that I was her maid of honor!”

Sukuna looked at you, his expression a mix of anger and longing. Putting his hand on your shoulder but you just swatted it off. You weren't just upset, you were jealous, angry. “ Yet, I know I shouldn't be affected by it! I mean, you can't be jealous over someone who isn't yours!”

He stood up, grabbing your chin as he looked over you. Looking at you with a pissed expression. “ y/n l/n. That woman means nothing to me, she is not of importance. So don't you dare push me away when all I'm doing is trying to comfort my love-” A snap sound came to Sukuna, cutting him off. A red handprint on his cheek, enraged as he looked at you. Your hand stung, your breath caught in your throat. Backing up as your hands trembled

“ ‘K-Kuna, I'm so sorry. It just happened. I don't know why I did that. Please I'm sorry….” The voice of horror and fear echoed in his ears. Stepping closer as he loomed over your shaking body. Scoffing as he saw you, how desperate you were to get his forgiveness.

“Pathetic woman, I gave you a chance, I told you I love you, and this is how you repay me?!? By slapping me?!?” He said as he pushed you against the wall, tilting your chin up, watching as new tears ran over your old ones. “Maybe I should stop loving you and love my fiance instead.” He scoffed, letting go of your chin and walking out, slamming your door behind him.

Your body crumpled up as you fell to the floor, your body shivering into a ball. Only wanting to be in the comfort of Sukuna’s caring touch. Thinking about how the wedding was only in two days.

Over those two days you avoided Sukuna as much as you could. Not speaking to him at lunch hours, not looking at him during meetings, and staying in your room when you didn't have to eat or use the bathroom. Locking yourself up, not even talking to the guards, just curled up in your nest of plush pillows and blankets. Thinking about how Sukuna had gained feelings for his fiance by now. How you were probably just going to be used as his worthless toy from now on. Although, those thoughts all changed the day of the wedding.

You were getting changed into your bridesmaids dress on your room. Looking in the mirror and doing your makeup, fixing your hair. Hearing a knock on the door as you get up, answering the door. Sukuna was never big on physical affection or touch. Although, here he was, hugging you tightly as soon as you opened the door.

After hugging you he had stepped inside, locking and closing the door behind him. Looking at you as he took your hands in his, his cold gaze admirering your beauty. “You look…Absolutely gorgeous, my dear.” He said, being affectionate all of a sudden. His thumb rubbing the back of your hand. A soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Leaning in to kiss you.

Surprised, you knew it was wrong. Pulling out of his grasp and walking back till you were sitting on your couch. “Sukuna…..You shouldn't be here…..Let alone doing this…” You said as you looked up at him, walking over to you. Closing your eyes, scared he might yell at you or hit you.

Although, when you opened them, he wasn't standing there. Looking down, you were greeted by Sukuna, his face in your dress as he sniffled, holding onto the side of your dress. Was he shaking? Let alone crying? “ Please y/n…..I can't marry this woman…..I want to marry you, we can run away and live a perfect life. Please…..please take me back.”

You looked down at him, shocked as he lifted his head to look at you. His expression was desperate, soft, caring. What the hell happened to him? With a soft palm and a gentle touch, you began to pet his hair. “ Shh, slow down ‘Kuna…..what happened?” You asked curiously, sceptical of his intentions.

“M…..My fiance, sh…..she….I saw her cheating in me…..I went to go check on her and she was fucking another man…..I mean…I never loved her but….a woman cheating on me? ME? I……it made me realize that I should have never treated you so badly.” He said, he was a whimpering, crying, desperate mess. Melting beneath your own touch.

You cupped his face and sighed, rubbing his cheeks softly “ ‘Kuna….I really don't know what to say to you….” He looked at you immediately and took your hands, tears running down his cheeks. “ Please y/n just take me back, please i need you. I'm nothing without you, please!”

To be continued……

(Hello! I'll be writing a part where you accept and one where you decline. Once I finish them both, they be linked to this post.)

@genderfluidnuggettt

[keirawantstocry]

maybe expanding on the pacbo teacher au, they go on a date and tubbo goes back to pacs house, only to find fit there,

(open relationship)

(does this make sense)

everything makes sense always

Tubbo carefully adjusted the collar of his shirt. “I don't know, Sunny, this feels like too much.” 

The little girl stared at him with narrowed eyes. “It’s good,” she signed simply. 

From behind her, Molly laughed. “You look good! The blue makes your eyes pop.” 

Tubbo side eyed her while Sunny nodded enthusiastically. “He’s gonna think I’m trying too hard and make up an excuse to leave immediately to date some hot man who’s closer to his age.” 

Tommy huffed, not even looking up from the book in his hands. One of Sunny's picture books. Tubbo shook his head. 

“Are you reading a children's book right now?” 

“Yes,” Tommy said, still not looking up. “It's fascinating. Mr. Wiggles is about to venture out to find his long lost brother.” 

Tubbo glanced at Molly who looked amused. “What?” she said. “Mr. Wiggles is very important.” 

Tubbo rolled his eyes. “Can we focus on the date I have soon please?” 

As if hearing his words, the doorbell rang. 

Tubbo froze. “Shit!” 

Tommy jumped up, throwing the book. “I'll get it!” 

Before either Tubbo or Molly could stop him, he was running out of the room to open the front door. “Hello!” came his bellowing voice from the other room. 

A much quieter amused voice spoke back. “Well, hello.” 

Tubbo adjusted his shirt once more before following behind Tommy. Pac was standing one foot inside the house. His face lit up with a smile when he spotted Tubbo. 

“Oi!” he called out, sliding past Tommy to throw his arms around Tubbo. His grip was strong and Tubbo leaned into the hug while his head spun. 

“Hey.” 

Pac pulled back, his hands still firmly on Tubbo's shoulder as his eyes dipped down his body. “You look good,” he said in a low tone. “Really good.” 

Tubbo flushed. “Thank you.” 

There was a hand pulling on the back of Tubbo's jeans. He turned half around to see Sunny's little face peering up at him. 

Pac let out a gasp as he kneeled down to her level. “Well hello there.” 

Sunny waved at him, with a hesitant look on her face. “Do you like my dad?” she signed. 

Pac laughed and it sounded beautiful. “I do. Is that alright with you?” 

Sunny hesitated as tension grew in Tubbo's body. Finally they nodded. “Just be careful with him,” they signed. “He's sensitive.” 

“Hey!” Tubbo protested while Pac laughed again. 

“I will be very careful with him. I promise.” 

Sunny nodded sternly. “Good.” 

The date was… well to be honest it was amazing. Pac was fascinating and the conversation flowed so easily between them. Every moment not spent eating delicious and incredibly expensive food was spent laughing and gently poking at each other from across the table. 

He wasn't sure exactly how but one moment Tubbo knew he was saying he had to get home and the next he was agreeing to go home with Pac. Persuasive man, he thought blearily, half drunk. 

Pac's house was large. Tubbo knew it was going to be considering how many co-parents Pac had explained lived in the house and helped take care of Richarylson. There standing in the kitchen when they walked in was a white guy. 

Tubbo hesitated in the threshold of the kitchen and living room. “Hi?” 

“Hi,” the man said. 

He was big. Alarmingly muscled arms and a sizable chest. It was only not intimidating due to the soft smile on his face directed at Pac. “Hi. Did you guys have fun?” 

Pac smiled and slipped past Tubbo to kiss the man on the cheek. Tubbo's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “So much,” Pac promised before turning back to Tubbo. “Tubbo, this is Fit. My boyfriend.” 

“Your… boyfriend…” Tubbo said slowly. What the hell. “I'm a bit confused to be honest.” 

Pac quirked his head to the side. “I'm poly. I'm sorry did I not mention that?” 

“You uh didn't.” Tubbo said. But to his surprise he was chill with it. “But I mean,” he said with a laugh. “I do live with my husband and his girlfriend so I can't say much can I?” 

Pac's boyfriend laughed loudly, voice echoing in the kitchen. “Oh, Pac was right, you are funny.” 

Tubbo flushed. “You told him about me?” 

Pac nodded earnestly. “Sim.” 

Tubbo opened his mouth before closing it. “Uh. I should probably get home.” 

Pac pouted. “Do you have to? We can watch a movie. Fit can make us some popcorn or a snack.” 

Tubbo hesitated. That did sound really nice. “Are you sure?” he asked. “I've used up a lot of your time already.” 

“Nonsense,” Pac insisted. “Stay. I want you too.” 

And who could say no to that face. Tubbo gave in. “Okay, movie and snacks with your boyfriend it is.” 

[bugeater101]

Ease

Synopsis: Chan is stressed. This is not new. When he comes back to the dorm one day on the brink of collapse, you offer your services to relieve him.

Warnings: fem!reader x chan, sub!reader x dom!chan, chubby reader, perv!reader sort of?, perv!chan, strength kink, vaginal penetration, massaging big hot man (is this a warning ?), spanking (f. receiving), unprotected sex (DON'T DO THIS !!! ALWAYS USE PROTECTION!!), cream pie, slight breeding kink, oral (f. receiving), face-sitting, cum eating, a lot of horny thoughts about chan.

Word Count: 4.3 K

Author's Note: Chan... brain malfunctioning... must write smut.. (this was written really quickly so sorry for pacing!)

Taglist: @scribblemetae @mygsis, @9900z, @taekbokki

photo creds to @che3tobre4th !!!

so uh chan

Chan working out.

hm.

Imagine him coming back to the dorms after his workout. He's tense and stressed, his workout having done little to lessen the weight on his shoulders. Chan's been working hard ever since he was a trainee, never taking a day off even when others pushed him to. Now, it's come to the point where even rolling his head causes his shoulders to tense up and his neck to ache.

He's wearing his classic sleeveless top and workout shorts, still reeking of the aggressive workout that he had just finished.

You were sitting on the couch in his dorms, a friend to everyone in the house and invited over by Hyunjin earlier that day to hang out. As it was a rather relaxed day, you adorned a simple oversized shirt with a matching bra and shorts lounge set hidden underneath. Contrary to Chan, you were the picture of perfect contentment.

"Hey, Chan," you said without looking up from your phone.

"Hey, Y/n," he sighed, slouching on the couch next to you and hissing slightly when his sore body met the cool leather. The pained sounds which escaped him caused you to glance up and you were immediately washed with worry. The sight of Chan could be described as anything but healthy.

"Damn, Chan, you look like hell," you stated bluntly with worry barely hidden in your voice.

Chan chuckled, "I feel like it, too. Where's Hyunjin? I need someone to massage my shoulders and normally Felix would do it, but he's all the way in the other dorms." For the first time since their move, Chan cursed the luxury of his private room that replaced the convenience of having the group's masseuse separate from him.

"Hyunjin's showering right now. We gamed for a bit but he needs to leave for vocal practice, so he's just getting cleaned up," you responded.

"Damn it," Chan cursed. He laid his head back on the couch and groaned at the aches. Concern overtook you seeing the normally strong and resilient man letting his guard down in front of you, and you couldn't help but feel bad. It was as if you were staring at a kicked puppy, someone who desperately needed assistance.

"I could do it for you," you suggested. "I mean, I haven't massaged someone in a while, but I could give it a shot?"

Chan's head rose from the couch, eyes meeting yours and taking your offer into consideration. Your tone suggested it was a genuine offer, but he was still adamant to accept.

"Are... are you sure?" He asked. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable or feel like you have to, you know?"

You smiled. "I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't sure." Chan let out a soft laugh and then slowly rose from the couch, groaning like a broken old man at the action.

"Let's go to my room, then. I could lay down and it would be better than laying on this couch or the floor." You nodded and proceeded to follow the sluggishly moving man back to his room, glad to finally be able to ease the tension that Chan has carried for so long. You shut the door behind you and locked it, not wanting anyone else to barge in and disturb the already exhausted leader.

"So..." you started, "You can just take off your shirt or not, whatever you're comfortable with— oh."

Before you could even finish your sentence, Chan was already sitting on the edge of his bed with his back facing you, completely naked from the waist up. As he's often buried in the thick fabric of dark hoodies and baggy shirts, you'd almost forgotten how truly broad Chan was. You wanted to advert your eyes and offer him privacy, try to retain a morsel of civility. Yet, Chan sensed the growing awkwardness in the room and immediately shut it down.

"Y/N, don't act like that," he joked, making your gaze slowly inch back to him.

"You can't massage me properly if: a) I'm wearing a shirt, and b) you aren't looking at me," he said from over his shoulder. The lightness of his voice made you roll your eyes, your worry lessening.

"Okay, then." You responded, "Lay down on the bed then. Do you have any oils or lotion or anything you want me to use?"

"Yeah, there's some on the dressing table," Chan answered as he laid down on the bed, placing his hands under the pillow his head rested on to cradle it. After searching the dresser, you found the pump bottle and reached to grab it. When your hands met it, they immediately became tainted with oil.

"God! Do you ever clean this?!" You grumbled, recoiling slightly.

Chan laughed, "Yeah, duh, it just gets like that naturally, I suppose?"

"I hate men," you muttered as you reached for it again. Glancing down at your shirt, you realized how messy this situation could become. You glanced back at the bottle, then at your shirt again. A sigh escaped you, knowing what you had to do.

"Chan, I want to let you know that I'm going to be taking off my shirt so it doesn't get stained, but I'm still wearing clothes underneath. One of us has to be at least somewhat dressed." As you took off your shirt and folded it neatly before placing it on the dresser, Chan giggled wearily.

"Just start whenever you're ready, Y/n," he huffed.

After snide joking comments and a few changes in position, you found yourself ready to massage the large man below you. You sat on his lower back, straddling it as your squishy thighs hugged his lower torso.

Staring below you, Chan looked—for lack of a better word—heavenly. Fuck, he was gorgeous even. Every minute spent at the gym was evident by his toned back and the muscles of his arms that hugged the pillow. To top it all off, his physique was accompanied by an overwhelming tension that accentuated his muscles. Fuck, he was perfect.

Before you could start drooling, your hands pressed into his shoulders and kneaded his flesh. The motions of your hands quickly caused Chan to groan in response, making your eyes go wide and causing feelings to erupt in you that you have tried so hard to push down. You opted to ignore them (as you had done so many times before) and continued to push back and forth on his flesh, now moving down his neck to his shoulder blades.

"Harder... and— hmph— less pressure on the thumbs," Chan grunted.

You nodded and "mmhm"-ed in response, following his orders as you continued to mould his back. After finding a particularly tight knot, you adjusted your position and pushed more of your weight onto Chan. The act caused Chris to release an exasperated "oof," making you chuckle.

"I'm sorry if I'm heavy," you warned before sitting back down on him. "Also, I want to let you know that your butt is really big because this is great to sit on."

"Oh my fucking God," he sighed with a chuckle. "Thanks, working out works I guess. I suppose I have a bunda now." The usage of slang pulled another giggle from you before a comfortable silence resettled between the two of you.

Chan let a beat pass.

"And don't worry about... you know... the 'too heavy' thing. I think you're the perfect size and um... this may sound weird and please don't take it the wrong way, but... I like how squishy you are. It's nice and definitely better than Felix's bony fingers or ass crushing into me."

You wanted to laugh or giggle in response, but your voice was caught in your throat. It was that comment—and not the whimpering hunk below you that was literally begging to be touched by your hands—that made you blush. You knew Chan didn't want to offend you with some weird comment about how you looked "so huggable" or "nice to cuddle" due to your plump frame. You've received plenty of those comments before and despised them, but this one was much different than any of those. Not only did you appreciate his hesitancy to make the comment, but also how he was so vocal about his appreciation for your body.

Once again, your mind was flooded with the possibilities of what you could do with him— especially when you're alone in this room and in such a compromising position. Instead, you continued to work the tense muscles of his back and resumed the symphony of moans coming from Chan.

Before you knew it, the clenching of your thighs grew and began to tighten around his torso. You were holding him close as you attempted to alleviate the tension that seemed to have transferred from Chan's shoulders to between your legs. His whimpers weren't helping your situation, and soon your hips urged you to rut into his back, wanting to get you off on whatever they could. Yet, despite your position, you opted to rise slightly from him and put your whole weight into the knots that still lingered throughout his body.

This action may have been a mistake, however. Chan's moans only grew, making your mouth water and your mind go cloudy.

"Y/n— mmh! R-right there, k-keep going! Fuck!" He urged.

Fuck. If only he knew what he was doing to you, then maybe those lewd sounds would cease from his mouth. However, you didn't stop your motions. In fact, his groans only encouraged you. You pushed harder, your own whimpers coming from your mouth as you used every muscle trying to relieve Chan's own muscles. For anyone passing by, the activities occurring in Chris' room sounded incredibly different from what was actually occurring, and you prayed that Hyunjin had already left the apartment.

"Chan, I'm almost done," you mewled as your hands finally attacked the last knot in his shoulders.

"F-fuck..." he whimpered. "So close, please hurry."

Why do you have to say it like that? you cursed in your head. Your motions increased. Faster and harder, pushing his flesh more until finally (and thankfully) the tension under your fingers disappeared. Chan groaned at the sudden relief, thankful that his back, for the first time in months, felt like new.

As he breathed heavily below you, you rubbed down his back and eased him out of the confusingly pleasant pain spasm you had just put him through.

"You okay?" You asked softly as your hands settle on his lower back, your hips finally resting against his backside again.

"I'm great," Chan sighed with relief. You smiled at your efforts and results, happy that you could be of use to him while still trying to contain your own shameful horniness that came from the situation. You rose off of Chris and settled beside him, letting Chris sit on the edge of the bed, his back facing away from you again. He rolled his head and shoulders back, rejoicing in the pain-free sensation.

"Thank you," he breathed. He looked back at you over his shoulder as his other hand held the rotator cuff, stretching out the muscle. "So much."

Happiness bubbled over you as you stared at his expression. Yet, when he turned away again, your eyes re-met his (now glistening) muscular back. The feelings that had come to you did not seem to be fading, and you couldn't push them away, no matter how hard you tried. Every thought you would normally use to "calm yourself" now seemed ill-equipped to deal with the situation at hand. Nothing could alleviate the growing tension between your thighs, no matter how tight you were pushing them together. And, for an added insult to injury, Chan could sense it, too.

"Hey, come hold me," he stated plainly. You were shocked and became stilled by the request, unable to fulfill the demands made to you. "Come on... my back is cold now." Chan groaned.

Weighing your options, you understood there was little you could do. If you said no, Chan could become suspicious, wondering why his trustworthy and reliable friend would ever turn down the option to hug him. But, if you said yes, your neediness could destroy your whole friendship.

However, the decision was ultimately yours to make. And, God, you wanted to touch him, feel him under you again. You were only human after all, and such desires were oh-so-tempting. You silently cursed your weak will while thanking it at the same time for allowing you to capitalize on the situation.

So, climbing close to Chan, you wrapped your legs around his back once more, resting one leg in between his and wrapping your arms around his chiselled torso, allowing your head to rest on his shoulder.

"Better, Channie?" You asked innocently, trying to portray some semblance of composure.

"I like when you call me that," he chuckled, easing into your hold. His breathing slowed as he groped the fat of your thigh, toying with it and rubbing the flesh to the point that you wished he would stop. You pressed yourself closer to him with every rub he made into you, appreciating while also damning the actions of this man.

Soon, desires began to overpower common sense. Each pull of your fatty thigh made you inch closer, your chest now completely flush against Chan's back. The desire growing within you was insatiable. You were insatiable.

Nothing would be the same after this, but who cares? Chris caused these problems, he should be the one to fix them. You've had to fend off your crush on him for months, and now suddenly he wants you to massage him while he makes all those pretty sounds below you. Practically begging for your touch. Begging for you. Fuck. Him.

"Chan?" You asked, breaking the silence.

"Hm?" he responded. Your hands that were tracing his abs and chest continued their motions, brushing over his sensitive skin and occasionally his nipples, making goosebumps rise on him.

"Is there any other stress that you want me to help relieve?"

The question was innocent to the naked eye, a friend asking if the other friend needed help. Nothing more.

But Chan knew it was so much more. Especially with how tightly your beautiful thighs squished around him, how your hands teasingly brushed over his skin, and even how you phrased the damn question. It didn't help that one of your hands was going lower, now brushing the waistband of his shorts.

"W-what?" Chan stammered.

"Are you still tense?" you continued. "You want me to help you with it?"You asked again, the same almost mocking ignorance layering your voice. "Or... even, take it out on me?"

Chan cleared his throat, well aware of your intentions, but not letting himself fall ill to your actions.

"Well, now that you mention it..." he begins. "Is there anything you want me to help with? You know, tit for tat?" The curiosity in his voice came from a place of reassurance. Did you really want what he was thinking you were asking for?

You chuckled. Your hand that once toyed with his waistband traced even lower on the man's body and now brushed over his cock, which was (unsurprisingly) completely stiff. Chris groaned at the action, letting his head fall back against your shoulder.

"I do have a lot of tension, Channie," you pouted. "And it's so difficult for me to get rid of it. I need someone else to help me. Can you help me, Chris? Please?" Slowly, your hand wrapped around Chan's clothed cock and squeezed it, running your hand up and down his heavy erection.

"Fuck," he breathed as you began to nibble on his shoulder. Your other hand assisted in the efforts of the one currently playing with his cock, cupping his balls and massaging them slightly while the other continued to rub his shaft.

"This muscle is so tense, Chris," you mumbled naively. "Do you want me to help take care of it? I want to take care of you... you work too hard."

"Y/n," Chan whimpered as you continued to jack him off through the fabric of his shorts. His mind had become numb by your actions, clouded by the urge to fuck you relentlessly and the simultaneous desire for you to "assist" him yourself. "Yes, baby," he groaned, "I'm so tense. Can you think of ways to help me?" He decided to play your game, enjoying your false innocence while you were still able to claim it.

You liked his answer.

"Channie, tell me how to help you, please?" You begged as your hand worked harder against his cock. The fabric hindered his enjoyment of the experience, but the expertise of your hands clearly didn't stop at massages.

Chan wanted to give you instructions, tell you how to fuck him good and get yourself off on his dick, but instead, he was rendered speechless by how good it felt to have someone touch his needy cock. Simple massages weren't the only thing he had become unable to access due to his overwhelming schedule: he missed being able to take his anger and frustration out in other ways.

As he gathered the strength, Chan began to remove your hands from him. Your eyes shot wide, worrying if you had overstepped your bounds and hoping to God that your friendship could recover from this mistake. However, Chan's intentions completely defied your worries.

With a sudden move that exhibited his strength, Chan now laid back on the bed with you sitting above his clothed erection, his bulge poking into your cunt. You yelped at his boldness but were silenced by his expression. Chan's eyes were low and his face was straight, almost as if he was demanding respect without even wanting to ask for it.

"You think I wouldn't notice this?" His hand snapped the waistband of your shorts, causing your face to scrunch at the pain. "You just couldn't wait to take your clothes off for me, huh? Or your pretty moans as you tried not to get yourself off while massaging me? You know, I've been hard since the moment you touched me, and it took everything in me not to fuck my bed while your pretty hands worked my back and your beautiful, delicious legs hugged me."

"C-Chris?" you stammered as his hands settled on your hips.

"And I meant what I said," he continued, "your body is so fucking perfect for me. So good to hold... and spank... and grope... and to fuck." His hands now migrated to hold your ass from underneath your shorts, gripping the fat and pinching you slightly.

"Now," he sighed, "are you going to be good and help me, or do I have to do all the work?" Before you could respond, your lips finally met his and your hips began to drag against his cock, your pussy wetting the fabric of your shorts.

Soon, Chan's and your clothing joined his shirt on the floor. You continued to rub your gushing pussy on his cock, lubing his shaft as he whined below you. Your hands were splayed on his chest, enjoying the muscles below you while you used him as leverage for your circling hips.

"Ch-Channie's so tense," you groaned as his hands played with your tits. "I need to help... you need to feel g-good—aah!" Chan slapped your ass, hard, squeezing the fat and grabbing it to push you down harder on his dick.

"C'mon, baby," he hissed as you kissed his neck, "You make me feel so good. Show me how relaxed you can make me." You hummed at his praise mindlessly but still understood what he asked of you.

You rose slightly from him, separating your cunt from his cock and making Chan hiss as his wet dick met the cold air. After your hands assisted in lining him up with you, you slowly pushed your hips so his tip brushed past your clit, causing both you and him to moan.

"Ease on to me baby, I know you can," Chan all but begged.

"Wanna enjoy Channie's big cock," you grunted as his tip prodded your pussy. "Got to make Channie's cock feel good. Wanna make you feel so good— ah!" Chan's grip on your hips suddenly tightened, forcing you onto his dick.

"Fuck—" Chan whimpered as he finally got you to ease onto him. Shaky breaths escaped you as you lowered yourself onto him until you finally reached the hilt of his cock, resting as you felt his length inside you. You could barely move, nor did you want to. His tip, due to the delicious curve of his dick, was pushing into the spot you need him most. Even if you wanted to, the pleasure and pain from the stretch overwhelmed you to the point where you couldn't push yourself up. So, you sat on Chan, whimpers and moans escaping you as your rolled your hips over his.

"Y/n," Chan groaned, "d-don't squeeze so tight, I'll— ah!" Chan threw his head back as your hips road him slowly, rubbing his cock in your cunt teasingly. "Y/n, please... move."

You nodded, wanting to obey him, but still your legs could barely push you up. Nothing in your body could get you to move, your hips continually circling his dick as you felt it poke against that gummy part in you over and over again. Suddenly, you felt a sharp smack on your ass again, making you yelp.

"I— said—" Chan grunted as he forced you up, his arms barely straining as he pushed you upward, "move." You whined as you felt him slide out of you, missing him already despite his tip remaining firmly inside your dripping pussy. However, what Chan wanted, Chan got. He continued to bounce you up and down on his cock using the strength from his arms and hips, motivated by the sounds of your whimpers and the way your tits jiggle with every thrust.

"Cha — p-please— fuck!" You moaned with every bounce. Soon, your strength came back to you, and you found yourself able to ride him without his assistance. Yet, Chan's hands never left you. He continued to spank and grip your ass, not wanting you to leave his grasp. You leaned forward and caught his lips in yours, moaning into them as your hips continued to bounce on his length.

"Baby knows how to ride dick so well," Chan groaned as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"Just for Chris," you breathed out, picking up the pace at his praises. "Only for Channie."

"S-so tight," Chan mewled at your words, his hips rising to meet yours as he began to fuck into you while you rode his cock. Your thighs started to burn from your efforts, yet you continued to bounce up and down on his heavy dick. The desire to please Chan, to make him feel good, to have him pour his cum into you and finally release the tension he had been bearing for so long overtook the pain of your legs.

"Channie— Chris—let go... please... let me make you feel good," you whispered in his ear as your hips picked up speed.

"Y-yes, baby," he moaned as he held you tighter. "I will fill you up so good, fill you with my babies and show everyone how good you make me feel. Would you like that? Being pumped full of cum and having me ruin your pussy so only I can use it? You'd love that b-baby. T-take it, t-take all of it— ah!" Chan's dick twitched and with a final thrust into you, he spilled his cum into you. You gasped as he filled you up, soft ruts into him letting his cum push further and further into you.

Chan's dick went limp in you, the last muscle in his body finally relaxing. His cum oozed out of you when he slipped out of you, your shaking body laying onto his as he held you tight.

"Baby," he gasped out, "you're so tense." You whimpered at the petname, nodding at the comment.

"So tense, Channie. Can you please help me?" You muttered. Chan rocked you against him and then looked up to meet your eyes. They were wide, begging him for release.

"Come sit on my face," he whispered. "Let me make you feel relaxed, let me eat my cum out of you and make you feel so good." It took little else to make you spring up from his grip. Soon, you were hovering above his face, Chan's cum leaking into his mouth as he caught it in his tongue, savouring the taste.

"Stop teasing," he mumbled. "I said sit." Chan's hand pushed you down onto his tongue, making you gasp at the sudden pressure against your clit.

Chan ate like a starving puppy, pussy-hungry and lapping you up with every lick. Your hips began to grind into his open mouth, hands catching his as you used his grip to support yourself.

"Fuck, Channie," you mewled as your fingers intertwined with his. Chan moaned in response, the reverberation of his voice sending shivers up your body. Soft moans escaped you as you continued to chase your high, Chan's tongue never ceasing its kitten licks.

"S-so close, baby," you groaned as your hips picked up speed. "You fuck me so good, so strong and so sweet, fuck. I bet you want your friends to see you and me fuck, see how g-good you treat me?" Chan groaned at your words, his grip tightening on your hands.

His tongue picked up the pace, jutting in and out of you while his nose rubbed against your clit. The movement of your hips only increased your pleasure, Chan groaning as every drag of your pussy against his tongue encouraged him more and more.

"Chris," you whimpered as your hips moved faster and faster against his face. "please, please, plea— Channie!" You felt yourself gush against his tongue, Chan lapping up the mix of your and his juices that leaked out of you.

"C-chan," you stuttered as he held you down, overstimulation creeping up on you as he cleaned your pussy.

With a final gasp and a moan from Chan, he released you from his grip and helped you rise from his shoulders. You settled back into his arms, staring up at his glistening face before kissing him again, tasting himself and you on his lips.

"Thank you," you mumbled as weariness hit you, relaxation finding you.

"I feel much better, y/n," Chan teased. You pressed your face into the shoulder.

"Your welcome, Channie," you said as you rested against him. "But you and I need to get cleaned up."

"Well," Chan giggled, "um... Hyunjin definitely is done in the shower by now and is hopefully gone. So... do you want to clean up together?"

You laughed, "I thought it was implied, but yes, I do." Chan sat up against his bed frame with a grunt and a bit of a chuckle, still holding you in his arms.

"Please help me relax whenever I need it," he said to you in a soft voice.

"Chan," you responded, "use me whenever you need it."

[red-dead-do-over246]

Hey there! Hope you’re having an amazing day! I wanted to request prompt #108 with Kieran x f!reader!

I think Kieran is treated a lot like he’s helpless but he’s been rolling with outlaws for a long time. I think he’s able to fight, he just chooses not to generally. So I want your take on how he would protect his S/o who, let’s say, is in a life or death situation. Happy ending or not! It’s up to you ❤️

Thank you~!

Hello! I hope you are having a great day as well! I completely agree with you when it comes to Kieran, so I hope you enjoy this! Sorry if it's short!💖

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Just a Simple Shopping Trip

You and Kieran go to pick up some more produce for Pearson. However, here in Lemoyne, that's easier said than done.

#108 “When you love something, you protect it.”

The only reason Kieran got to leave camp is that you were coming with. To "supervise" him per Dutch's words and everyone else's for that matter. And Kieran didn't even understand why they believed he needed to be watched by someone.

He's proved himself and doesn't plan to betray anyone.

Especially you.

Out of all the gang members, you were the one who's treated him the fairest. How could Kieran not want to be around someone so kind? Of course, he's got a soft heart when it comes to others. It was a part of his nature, to be timid and kind. At least, that's what everyone sees in the young man.

"Do you want me to drive?" Kieran asked in that nervous tone of his when you finally came over to the wagon. He was in the middle of tacking up the horses.

"Sure. I'm best to keep guard anyway." You said with a smirk as you stepped up on the wagon. Kieran's eyes followed you as he tried not to take offense to that.

Then he patted the horses and hopped up on the driver's seat before flicking the reins.

"...but they still don't trust me. I didn't need no chaperone." Kieran complained to you as you guys made your way back from Rhodes. The shopping trip went well, everything was accounted for, and you guys got things done, but now was the hard part.

Which was getting home with all your goods.

Kieran was letting some of his feelings and frustrations out while you listened. Truthfully, you were the only one who would let him do this, and you would listen without mockery or scowling. It was another reason he enjoyed being around you.

"Your feelings are validated. I'm sorry, Kieran. I wish I could make people think otherwise." You said with a sad tone, causing his heart to flutter a little.

"It's alright. I'm just glad it was you who came with me. Any of the others would've probably slit my throat and threw me in the ditch." He said, shuddering a little. You laughed a little, despite the truth to his statement, and flustered a little at his words.

"To be honest...they probably would have done the same to me when I first joined the gang." You whispered, subconsciously nudging your shoulder against his.

"What?!" He said in shock. Kieran never knew how you came to join the gang. It was something you never really brought up after you guys got closer. Now he was interested, and you guys still had a bit of a ride to get to camp. You stared ahead at the road, a faraway look in your eyes, like the topic was hard to talk about.

"Well-"

"Hello there!"

A forceful cheery voice interrupted your conversation, and you guys noticed that a group of men on horseback had come to ride beside your wagon. Kieran immediately tensed, thinking the O'Driscolls, but then recognized the Lemoyne Raiders.

Still an unfortunate situation.

"Can we help you?" Your voice was strong and Kieran tightened his grip on the reins to ready for a quick getaway. The Lemoyne Raiders started giving their whole spiel; about how this was their turf, and how you needed to pay up, and blah blah blah.

"Y/N-"

"We ain't giving you nothing!" You spat at the closest man, who growled at you.

"Get 'em!"

The sound of gunshots and frightened horses entered Kieran's senses, and he barely had control of the wagon as the commotion started. He tried his best to steer and avoid bullets as best as possible, but the horse riders flanking him made that difficult. You had your gun out, and was trying to shoot back, but Kieran's driving made that rather difficult.

Suddenly, one of the men hoped from their horse and into the back of the wagon. Panic overtook Kieran tenfold when said man grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and dragged you back. You kicked, struggled, and cursed at the raider as he put you in a choke hold.

That moment seemed to slow for Kieran.

For a moment, he didn't care about the gang's threats. He didn't care that they didn't seem to care about him. All his fear about all of it went away in that moment. Right now, all he saw was that your life was in danger if he didn't act. And it caused him to do something that he hasn't had to do in a long while.

Bang!

The man who was holding you soon slumped to the ground with a bullet wound smack-dab in the middle of his chest. Blood was seeping out of it and around your feet. Now time seemed to slow for you as you turned to look from the dead body to the man who just saved your life.

Kieran still had the revolver aimed, smoke coming out of the barrel, as a determined and fiery look came to his face.

He looked like an entirely different man.

The other raiders seemed to be stunned by this as well because they ceased shooting just long enough for you to whip out your gun and finish them off. Once the bodies dropped and the horses ran off, Kieran slowed the wagon, giving you time to crawl back over and sit next to him. Then, since the chaos made you guys run off the path, Kieran took the time driving you guys back in the right direction.

"Thank you...for saving me." You said, your voice barely audible as you looked down at your hands, which were shaking. Sure, you've been in bad situations before, but something about this encounter made you emotional.

Tears began to blur your eyes, but you noticed his hand reach over to grip yours, steadying it.

“When you love something, you protect it.” Kieran told you, his voice not wavering as his hand moved to your back, rubbing it gently as the tears flowed freely now.

"I...I don't know why...I was so scared..." Your lip quivered as you admitted yourself.

"And that's okay..." He told you, repeating what you used to say to him many times over.

The rest of the ride was a comfortable silent. Kieran was comforting you as you broke down from what just happened. You were trying to figure out why this caused a reaction out of you, and then you finally pinned it.

It was Kieran.

You sometimes forget that he was with a bunch of outlaws before this gang. He knew how to shoot, how to kill. However, he was always so gentle with you, with the horses, and generally everyone that you completely forgot what he could be capable of. Seeing that side of him just made you emotional, knowing that he would do anything for you.

It made you love him even more.

When you guys arrived at camp, eyes were on you both as you wiped away your tears. For a second, people thought that Kieran caused your tears and were ready to shoot him right then and there. However, when you guys stepped off, he moved to hug you. You hugged him back tightly, nuzzling your face into his neck as you gripped onto him for dear life. He rubbed your back and whispered sweet things to you.

Arthur came over to grab the supplies, wondering what the hell happened out there. By eavesdropping when he walked by, he heard Kieran say things like "it'll be okay", "they can't get you anymore", and "I will protect you."

The outlaw still didn't have the slightest idea what happened, but he got the insight on one thing that made him feel good.

Kieran was definitely strong enough to keep you safe.

[little-bumblebeeee]

Hey ! Can I requestJason Dean x reader (she/her) where the reader is getting a lot of male attention and Jason get jealous, but reader calm him down and assure him that she love him ect...

Hey!! Sorry it took so long, I'm back in school and it's taking up quite a bit of my time, but I do try to put in a little bit each day when I do have time :) I realize you probably meant that JD and reader (most likely you ;P) were already together, but I went the friends to lovers route :>

JD watches as Kurt and Ram stand on either side of you, leaning next to your locker with sly smiles on their faces. He doesn't care what they're saying, he doesn't care what you're saying. He wants them out of his sight and away from you, he wants them gone. You quickly notice his gaze, dipping between Kurt and Ram grateful to get away from those two as you rush over to your best friend

"Hey, I was wondering where you were!" You say as he keeps his gaze off of you, a sour expression on his face as he closes his locker a little too hard, making some freshman next to him flinch like a gunshot just went off before scrambling away. You know something is wrong immediately as he doesn't act like this often. "Hey, what's going on?" You ask him, leaning back against the locker next to him, leaning so your face comes into his vision. JD takes a deep breath through his nose, trying not to lash out at you, as he knows you did nothing wrong. But he can't stop the fire burning within him, up his back and chest and into his brain, making his whole intentions fuzzy with pure anger. He shouldn't be this jealous over his best- and only- friend, you should be able to flirt with people, be flirted with, go on dates with anyone you want without him hating them with a burning passion that rivals even the hottest flames of hell.

"JD, come on. Are you alright?" You ask him. You have no idea what gets him like this, you just hope it's not something you did. He takes a couple deep breaths, scrunching his eyes shut. His chest feels like it's caving in, just breathe, in and out, in and out, in and- fuck it. "No, why would I be? All the time, I have to watch guys flock to you like you're some sort of goddess, I can't stand it!" He says, hitting his locker by accident. Well, you think it's an accident. "What? You're not my boyfriend, you have no right to be jealous of guys that I don't even like." You say, crossing your arms. It pains you to say it, but it was a knee-jerk reaction. One that you wish you could've thought about, because now you kinda seem like a jerk to the boy you like who also just happens to be your best friend. He sighs, rolling his eyes and running his hands through his hair. "But I want to be. That's the whole damn point, I don't want to watch these guys crowd around you all the time, call me selfish but I want it to just be me." He says.

You're stunned, you can feel your face go both cold and hot at the same time, you don't even know what to do. "What?" You finally manage to say. "Yes!" He says in an exasperated tone of voice. The bell rings and he walks away, only for you to follow him. "JD, come on, don't just walk away!" You say, and you can't help the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. When you finally catch up to him, he looks even more annoyed than before, and this time it is kind of at you. "Why the hell are you smiling? This is funny to you?" He spits, and you smile only wider."Im tired of them too, but that's not the point." You say. JD looks kind of pissed, but he's going to listen to what you say, because you're the only person he'd ever trust, and he doesn't want to change that now. "The point is, that I love you, Jason." You tell him. His whole face becomes one of shock and just.. awe. "What." He says, it doesn't even sound like a question.

"I said I love you. And only you. So-" You start, but the bell rings again. The halls are empty and the school security guard starts to do that slow waddle/walk thing towards you both, so you both bolt in separate directions and try to get to class before you're caught without hall passes. You might have gotten to class late, and your teacher is totally pissed, but you could really care less.

[strangesthirdeye]

Listen Before I Go (SH x Fem! Reader)

Summary: A quick call won't hurt, right?

Warning: It's Sherlock everyone like him..heavy angst? Attempt Suicide, mental breakdown, mental health, You are loved by people, don't do that. You need a hug, pleading, high ceiling, hanging rope, almost suffocating. The Empty Hearse episode.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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One more loop and the knots are strong enough to support your weight. You sighed heavily. The creaking sound of the chair under your feet is heard when you make some motions on it. You look around your living room. Everything is scattered and unmanaged. Papers and books on the floor not to mentioned chairs are scattered around the living room, just like your wooden table.

you exhaled a heavy breath and looked up to see the noose hanging from the ceiling of your house. Well, here it is. After running around in your own mind and going through all the painful and stressful things in the real world, you are finally lost. Those things successfully kick your ass. Not to mention what happened to Sherlock two years ago. He committed suicide and claimed he was a liar, but that was not true. Why did he do that makes it a question mark for you, John, Mrs Hudson, Greg, Molly and Lestrade. Mycroft? hmm, he's just quiet. There was no news from him after that.

As if he has disappeared from existence.

Every dark plagued plays in your mind. All those rude people who curse Sherlock and proudly claim that Sherlock is a fraud. Not to mention those people have started bothering Sherlock's friends including you as his girlfriend. Those people don't know the meaning of grief.

You then look down. This is high enough. As long as your feet do not touch the floor is enough. Suffocate is not the first thing in your mind but because you don't want to commit suicide dirty with blood, you immediately decide to hang yourself. At least your life is taken slowly and in that time you can see all the happy memories at the end of your time.

You stand on your tiptoes and stick your head into the noose. The noose gently ends around your neck. Your hands started to tighten the noose around your neck so that it would be tight and not come loose when you hung it later. You sighed for the second time.

You are not afraid but nervous. Well, at least you know what your destiny is. You then close your eyes and your legs are ready to push the chair. All of the sudden, your phone rang in your pants pocket. You were shocked and almost pushed the chair under you but luckily the chair didn't slip.

You fish out your pocket and take your phone out of your pocket. You gulped your saliva slowly when you saw the contact on your phone.

John.

You immediately slide accept and open the speaker.

"Y/n"

"Hey, John"

"Where are you now? I need to tell you something.. Might be a surprise from me to you... I guess" John chuckled a little. Following with his hype tone means that John is in a good mood. Good. You're going to ruin his mood if you tell him what you're up to.

"what is it that you want to tell me? Is it Mary tho?" You pretend to hype your voice just to hide your crack tone.

"Well, I prefer to tell you at a cafe around your house only if you're not busy" John reasoned.

"well, i can't go out now.. can you just tell me on the phone instead? i kind of not really having a mood to go out anymore" You bit your lip slightly.

John was silent for a moment. You can imagine his confused face in your mind. Classic John. Gonna miss him.

"Are you alright?" John asked.

"mhmm.. I'm always alright" You replied.

"really? cuz' that's not how your 'alright' voice sounds like" John said suspiciously. "is it about Sherlock again?" John added.

Dammit. Why does he have to be the one who is always right? You are silent.

"It's been two years, Y/n. You have to let go that 'feeling'. It's not good for you" John said as if a father was advising his children to be useful human beings.

"you don't understand, aren't you? It's not easy. You have Mary.. while I don't have no one. No one to help me. Not even Mycroft. And I don't want to bring Mrs Hudson into this. She's already got a lot of plates in her hands." you paused you stand on your tiptoes.

"well, at least you don't have to deal with me anymore. I know what I'm doing now is a very useful thing. You don't have to worry about me." you added, the voice started to crack.

"What are you doing right now, Y/n. Don't you dare say that to me. I know exactly what you are trying to do. I'm coming" John's voice seemed to rush.

"tell me, John" you spoke up.

"what" John snapped trying to stop himself from yelling at you not to say negative things again.

"tell me what you want to say to me. That you expect me to be surprised" You closed your eyes. Tears streamed down your cheeks.

John let out a heavy breath. "I- oh god! this is not the situation I expected to tell you what it is. Taxi!" John yelled. John's voice then became muffled for a few moments before it became clear again. John then hurriedly told the cab driver your home address. Although the location is quite far from your house, John doesn't care about the fare. As long as he can save his other friend this time.

"just hold on. Don't end the call" John informed you firmly. John then sighed anxiously. "I-I plan to propose Mary tonight"

You smiled sadly. "is it going to be fancy? big?" you questioned him.

"fancy but simple.. oh gosh, why can't you just.. not doing all these things? You have many other things out there to go through! why now do you want to end it?" John is furiously rich.

"I think this is the end of my story. I've got nothing out there to go through. You have Mary. She's the one, John. Marry her. Make her half of your life. Have a family." You said lowly. your toes little by little push the chair under you.

"don't you dare say that. Think about it again. Sherlock doesn't want all this. He doesn't like any decision to end your life. He despises it. He wants you to move on and live a normal life. Normal life! Don't you want that? Find someone who can be with you for the rest of your life. Please.. I don't want to lose my best friend again" John begged.

Your line is quiet. Only the sound of the cab that John was riding in was heard. You look down. The hanging rope around the neck feels tight.

You know he's right but why don't you move away from the noose that is now resting on your neck? Sherlock doesn't like this. He despises it like John said earlier. Why then don't you open the rope and get off the chair? It's not going to work you know. Kill yourself. It's not.

Every thousand possibilities play in your mind as you hold the phone tightly in your hand. You bit your lips hard.

"I can't hold it anymore. The feeling of pain, grief and lost. It's not easy like what you say. It's just- Move on? no.. it's not working." you sobbed.

"No.." John paused. Probably is choosing and arranging the next sentence. "No, it's not easy. But, Sherlock wouldn't want that, right? So whatever you're doing now just drop it. Please. For the sake of Sherlock Holmes" John added in a tone of hope.

You paused and closed your eyes. Thumbs up on the screen. "I'm sorry, John" and you ended the call.

'just get on with it' whispered the demon in your ear. You choked on your own tears in your throat. You tossed your phone aside and stared for a moment then without hesitation you pushed the chair down so fast that it landed on the floor. But you don't fall, you float in the air with a hanging rope around your neck.

And there goes your oxygen is cut off quickly as you gasp for air while thrashing in the air. Both hands on the noose around your neck while your eyes darted around the living room. Mouth part away trying to get even a little oxygen. Your skin's colour is getting paler and your brain is in a state of shock when the oxygen is getting less and less to the brain.

You almost lost consciousness and then you see it. Life flashes before your eyes. Happy and sad memories. All in one. As the last piece of memories played in your eyes, you finally lost consciousness. Both your hands limp to the side while your head lolled forward. Your hair frames your pale face. But not before you hear the door of your house burst open by someone. Someone who you didn't get to see as your eyes are now tightly closed. Welcoming the feeling of a blanket of darkness.

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Eyes opened slowly as you gasped to take enough oxygen into your body system. Every thought plays in your mind. Why can't you just go in peace? Why do people have to bother you?

You look around the living room. Now you are lying on the floor. Eyes on the ceiling while your breath is still panting. Everything is hurt especially in your neck. You can still feel the texture of the hanging rope around your neck.

You curse whoever messed up your suicide attempt. It could be John but the taxi John took could not be able to get here quickly. So who? You glared at the person who was kneeling next to you but then as soon as your eyes landed on the silhouette, you widened your eyes.

there he is, a man who claims to be a sociopath and never believes in sentiment but then falls into the terms boyfriend and girlfriend. His brunette hair, his eyes, his cheek bones and his face are still the same but at the same time he looks a little mature. While his eyes hold emotions that are very heavy plus panic and concerned etched on his face.

Sherlock Holmes. The so called 'fraud' is now on your side.

"What were you thinking?!" Sherlock said loudly.

You are stunned. Sherlock then touched your shoulder and shook it a little trying to get you out of the trance.

Oh, God. What you think is a dream is actually not a dream but real. The feeling of him touching your shoulder and his deep raspy and smoky timbre makes you miss him so much. Your eyes start to glaze over with tears.

"Sherlock?" you whispered his name.

Sherlock looked at you with concern and tried to help you sit up. "what were you thinking? Suffocate yourself to death? why? just why?"

"because you died! For two years. I thought you were dead once your body hit the ground in front of the hospital. Two years, Sherlock. Two years. And you think I can live without you just like that?" you yelled while slapping him on the chest several times.

Sherlock deflected your blow by holding both of your wrists to his chest. He looked at you with sympathy. "I want to save you and the others. This is all I can do. Moriarty will do worse than what you don't expect that's why I have to do that. Two years I tried to take down his network and now I'm here. What you did earlier there was the most horrible thing for me. I don't want to come back home knowing that you are dead."

You thought for a moment. Your red eyes looked at Sherlock's face with realization on your face. And then you sniffed and leaned your head on his chest.

Sherlock then put his arms around you. His right hand was placed on the back of your head and stroked gently while his head was placed on top of your head.

"You saved me.. oh, how stupid I am to do that" you sobbed.

"no you're not stupid. Don't say that. You are the most brilliant and courageous woman I know. Your intelligent and kind attitude makes me adore and fond of you more.. listen, I don't always say this but you are the only reason I'm coming home. Please.. don't do that ever again" Sherlock said while kissing your hair.

"John will be here soon." you say. Your voice is muffled in his chest.

"let him. might as well make it a surprise for him." Sherlock joked trying to lighten up the mood.

You chuckled tearfully and then hugged Sherlock tightly. Sherlock smiled gently and tightened his arms and rocked you left and right with his eyes closed.

[forest-hashira]

Noble Blood - Chapter Six

hello everyone! i think this is officially the longest it's been between updates of this fic, but this chapter made me want to put my head through a brick wall until about three days ago, so. you know. i had to step back from it several times so i didn't completely lose my mind. that being said, @mitsuristoleme (kay) definitely saved the fic from dying right here and never moving forward so give him a big hug and a kiss she deserves it & i love them sm. after this chapter and the next more plot things will happen! hopefully...... anyways, please enjoy this chapter!

fic masterlist here | read on ao3 here | wc: ~3.8k | cw: gn reader, sort of discussion of injuries (reader has a concussion), satoru being a drama queen, bonding time with the boys

“When are they gonna wake up?”

“Soon, hopefully, but it looked like they hit their head pretty hard. No, don’t shake them—“

Noise filtered through your hazy mind as you came to, though it was difficult to tell who or what it was. The voices grating against your skull, making your head throb sounded vaguely familiar, but you couldn't pinpoint why.

“Hey, wake up!”

Satoru, you realized, the confusion from earlier dissipating as you registered your friend's worried tone.

“You’re starting to freak me out, wake up already,” he whined insistently, followed quickly by a hand on your shoulder, shaking you a bit. 

The groan that escaped you was totally involuntary, and the hand on your shoulder tightened its grip slightly. 

“I told you not to shake them—“

“But it worked! I think?”

There was a few moments of silence then, and you realized, rather belatedly, that your friend and whoever he was bickering with were likely staring at you. With no small amount of effort, you forced your eyes open, though you immediately closed them with another groan, the lights in the room too much for you to handle. 

“What’s wrong?” the less familiar voice asked, and your brain was too jostled to figure out where you’d heard it before. 

“Please don’t fall asleep again.”

“Satoru-san,” the other voice chastised.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you to stop using honorifics with me, Suguru. We’re the same age!”

Suguru. Now you remembered; you had snuck into the Gojo estate to meet the newest arrival in the settlement, and had fallen off the wall in the process. 

“Too loud…” you protested, cutting off any further argument between the two boys.

“Sorry,” they apologized in unison, and you couldn’t fully appreciate the fact that Satoru had just apologized to you because of how much your head still swam.

“Where are we?” you asked; you hadn’t caught a glimpse of anything familiar in the brief second your eyes had been open. 

“The infirmary,” Satoru answered. “Suguru carried you here after you hit your head.”

“Thank you.” You tilted your head slightly in the direction you thought the other boy’s voice had come from. 

“You’re welcome,” he said quietly. “How do you feel?” 

“Eyes hurt,” you huffed. “My whole head hurts, really.”

“The healer said she’d be back soon with something for the pain,” Suguru told you, and you appreciated that, despite the fact that he had only just met you by watching you topple off a wall, he was trying to make you feel better. 

You gave a soft hum in response, not knowing what else to say. 

Almost at the same time, you heard a soft, familiar little chirping noise, and a couple seconds later two small, cold feet touched your forearm. They paused when you let out a soft hiss, but when you didn’t try to shake them off, they continued up your arm, quickly joined by two more. A nose brushed against your cheek briefly, and shortly thereafter a cold weight settled itself over your closed eyes; you were surprised to find it actually felt nice against your skin. 

“Thanks, Kenji,” you murmured, reaching up towards where you assumed the dragon’s face was, and you smiled slightly when he nipped lightly at your fingers, careful not to break the skin. 

“…How did he know that would work?” Suguru asked, seeming rather impressed by the dragon’s actions. 

“I get headaches sometimes,” Satoru answered simply. “It helps me when he does that, so he probably thought it would help them, too.”

“Feels really nice,” you confirmed, finding you were able to relax a bit, now that there was something combating the pain behind your eyes. 

There was a knock on the door, then, announcing the arrival of another person – the healer, you assumed. “I’m back,” a soft voice called, stepping into the room. The footsteps that crossed the room were equally soft , and when the woman spoke a second time, her voice sounded much closer. “Can you sit up at all?” she inquired. “I have something you can take for the pain I’m sure you’re feeling right now, but you’ll need to sit up to swallow it.”

With some help from the boys, you were able to push yourself into a sitting position, which Kenji accommodated by draping himself across your shoulders. You forced your eyes open again, but only to a squint; just enough to see the cup you were being handed so you could lift it to your mouth. 

“It’s going to taste unpleasant,” the healer warned, “but you need to drink all of it.”

With a slight nod, you did as you were told, pressing the cup to your lips and taking a big gulp. You nearly gagged at the taste, but you managed to swallow, then down the rest of… whatever it was that you’d been given. 

“That was disgusting,” you croaked, handing the cup back to the healer and wiping your mouth with the back of your other hand. You moved to lay back down, eager to close your eyes and have Kenji act as a cold compress again, when the healer spoke to you once more.

“You might have a concussion,” she said, “so you really need to stay awake.”

“For how long?” you asked; it was the middle of the night, and you were tired, so being told you couldn’t sleep was the worst thing in the world to you at that moment. 

“All night, if you can make it that long.”

“All night?” you echoed, then groaned, both at the idea of having to stay up for so long, and at the additional pain that flared in your skull from the outburst.

“We’ll stay up with you,” Satoru promised, already settling himself beside you on the bed you’d been laid out on while you were unconscious.

The healer seemed to hesitate another moment, but she apparently knew better than to try and argue with the Gojo heir, so she gave a small bow before leaving the room. 

“Help me lay back down,” you said, once the door to the infirmary was closed once again. Your friend easily complied, helping you settle back down and allowing Kenji to drape himself over your eyes just like before. A small sigh of relief slipped from your lips as the dragon shielded your eyes from the lights once more. “Thanks, Kenji…” you murmured. He flicked his tail lightly against your ear in response.

“You don’t have to stand there, y’know,” Satoru said, clearly talking to Suguru, who still stood beside your bed. 

“...Are you saying I should leave?” Suguru’s response was obviously confused, and had a slight undertone of hurt.

“No, dummy,” you could practically hear Satoru rolling his eyes at the other boy. “I meant you can sit with us.”

It was silent for a moment; you could feel him hesitating, so you offered up a small smile. “I don’t mind,” you assured him. “Besides, I can feel you staring at me while you stand there. It’s weird.” You patted the empty space on your left to emphasize your point, which finally seemed to do the trick. 

There was a few moments of shuffling as Suguru settled himself on the bed next to you, though you could feel that he was sitting up straighter than Satoru was, fully relaxed at your right side. 

“No need to be so tense,” you tried to soothe, hoping you hadn’t made him uncomfortable by insisting he join the pair of you on the bed. 

“You’re not going to get in trouble for not minding your manners every waking second, Suguru,” Satoru added. “I certainly don’t.”

“Yes, but this is your family’s home,” Suguru replied, his voice somewhat pinched. “I’m… I’m just a guest.”

That descriptor didn’t quite feel fitting for the boy at your side, given the reason he arrived in the settlement in the first place, but you didn’t say anything about it. You decided not to push him any further about the way he chose to sit, but before you could think of anything else to say, the sound of snuffling and the feeling of alternating breaths hit your ear, and you flinched slightly at the proximity. 

“Sorry,” Suguru apologized, and there was a soft, confused little chirp as the dragon was pulled away from your ear.

“What’s your dragon’s name?” you asked, realizing you hadn’t heard him say it at all.

“His name is Niji.”

“But he’s black,” Satoru replied; the words quickly earned him a swat to the gut from you. “Hey!”

“I like that name,” you told Suguru, able to feel the way he had tensed slightly at your friend’s words. “Did you choose it for a reason? It’s okay if you think it’s a stupid reason, Toru’s reason for picking ‘Kenji’ as a name is pretty stupid.” The dragon squirmed a bit, made a sound of displeasure. “Kenji is a very nice name,” you quickly added, reaching up and lightly stroking your fingertip along his horns until he settled again.

“My reason is not stupid,” Satoru insisted. “Kenji and I are going to be the strongest dragon and rider pair ever.”

“If you say so,” you agreed, mostly trying to get him to let it go and give Suguru a chance to speak.

“I’ve always loved rainbows,” Suguru explained,a hint of nervousness in his voice, as if he were expecting to be made fun of. “My mother told me they were good luck, and when I was little, my father would carry me around our hometown to help me find the ends of them. I mean… I never did find the end, of course, but…” he trailed off then, and you waited a few moments to see if he would speak again. When he didn’t, you decided to ask another question.

“What’s your home like?” you asked curiously. “I’ve never left the settlement, I want to know what other places are like.”

“It’s not as big as the city here, so everybody pretty much knows everybody.”

“That sounds nice,” you said.

“That sounds boring,” Satoru disagreed. You ignored him.

“It is nice, most of the time, but it means gossip goes around fast. You can’t keep anything secret at home.” Suguru sighed then, sounding both wistful and frustrated. “That’s how word got out about Niji so quickly, I guess.”

“When did you bond with him?”

“Just a few days after my birthday, on New Year’s Day.”

You were silent for a long moment then, and you felt Satoru still beside you, as well; it had been less than two weeks since the new year had started.

“I’m sorry,” Satoru murmured after a few moments, surprising both you and Suguru.

“Why are you sorry?” the dark haired boy asked, genuinely sounding confused.

“Because my parents are the reason you had to leave your home. That’s not fair.”

“...No, it’s not,” Suguru agreed quietly. “But it’s not your fault, Satoru. You didn’t make them bring me here.”

“I guess not,” your white haired friend agreed. “I’m still sorry it happened, though.” 

You slipped your hand into his, then, giving it a gentle squeeze; you were more than a little impressed by his manners, since he tended to be more self-centered, whether he meant to be or not. He squeezed back lightly, then asked a question of his own.

“What do you guys do over there for new years, anyway? How do you celebrate?”

“Oh, uh… sometimes we have sparklers, and usually people make orange cakes. There’s an old man who spends days every year making enough origami animals for all the kids to have a few each. The adults usually exchange good luck charms.”

“What kind of origami animals?” you asked; Utahime’s mother had tried to teach your class origami the year before, but you hadn’t ever gotten the hang of it.

“Cranes, mostly,” Suguru answered, that note of wistfulness returning to his voice, “and swans, for the younger kids. But sometimes he makes really fancy ones. Last year a girl in my class got a unicorn. He let me sit and watch him make a dragon this year.”

“Did he use black paper?” Satoru asked curiously.

“No, actually. He used white paper. He was convinced you and I were destined to meet each other some day.” Suguru seemed to grow a bit bashful then, and you guessed that, had you been able to see him, his face would be dusted with blush.

“I bet he didn’t think we’d meet this soon.”

“Did you get to keep the dragon? The origami one, I mean.” You supposed that maybe it didn’t matter in the long run whether Suguru got to keep the paper dragon, since he was now living in the same house with Satoru and Kenji, but you were eager to know.

“Yeah, he did.”

“Did you bring it with you?”

“No. I left it in my room at home. I knew I was being brought here to meet the real white dragon, so I didn’t see the point.”

You could hear the soft shuffle of fabric, then a small, pleased sound from Kenji right by your ear, so you guessed that Suguru was giving him a bit of attention. 

“How do you celebrate new years here?”

“We have a big festival every year!” Satoru answered eagerly, and you could hear the grin in his voice. “There’s games, and food, and at the end of the night there’s a fireworks show!”

“Games?” The other boy seemed intrigued, and you smiled.

“Yeah! There’s a bunch, but we always spend our time at the ring toss booth. It has the best prizes,” you told him.

“The four of us do make a pretty good team,” Satoru bragged.

“The four of you?”

“Oh, right! You haven’t gotten to meet anyone else yet,” Satoru said, though he in no way sounded embarrassed or bashful at all for having forgotten that Suguru had been pretty much confined to the Gojo estate since his arrival.

You pinched his leg; he yelped in protest.

“He’s talking about our other friends. Technically there are six of us in the group, but only Shoko and Utahime have ever played the ring toss game with us,” you explained.

“So… who are your other two friends?”

You couldn’t tell if he was curious or uneasy, but you pushed on anyway, not wanting the conversation to come to an awkward stand still. “Kento and his little sister Kokoro.”

“Their parents run the bakery,” Satoru cut in, “they make the best chocolate chip cookies ever.” You could practically hear him drooling over the thought of those cookies, which made you giggle quietly, before wincing at the way it made your head throb.

“Why don’t they play the ring toss game with you at the festival? Are they not allowed to go, or something?”

“They help their parents with their stall at the festival, they sell cookies and other desserts during the night.” 

“Ah,” Suguru said, and you could feel the way he relaxed beside you a bit more, no longer sitting up so stiffly. “How old is everybody? You said Kento has a little sister.”

“I’m the oldest.” The smug declaration from the white haired boy earned him another pinch from you, and he yelped again. “Stop that! All I’m doing is stating facts!”

“Stating facts like a menace,” you corrected, and though you couldn’t see him, you knew your friend was sticking his tongue out at you.

“How do you even know what that word means?”

“Because I read.”

“I read too!” 

The sound of quiet, stifled laughter from your left kept the argument from escalating any further, and Satoru sighed as melodramatically as he possibly could before flopping back onto the mattress beside you.

“Satoru is the oldest,” you confirmed, turning your head slightly back in Suguru’s direction. “But not by a lot. Shoko, Utahime, and I are all in the same year of school as him. And you, too, I guess.”

“I see. And the other two?”

“I am a year older than Nanamin,” Satoru grumbled, though he jerked so hard to avoid a pinch from you that never came that he wound up throwing himself onto the floor. The startled oof! that escaped him as he hit the floor had you and Suguru laughing again, and you were relieved that it didn’t hurt as much as before.

“That wasn’t funny,” he insisted, picking himself up off the floor. “If you’re going to be mean and keep making fun of me, I’m going to leave you here and go back to bed.”

“Then I’ll just have to keep talking to Suguru, I guess. Maybe he’ll be my new best friend in the morning.”

The beats of silence that stretched between you were full of the nearly tangible offense Satoru felt at your words. Just as you began to wonder if maybe you’d been too harsh, to think that you should take the words back and apologize, you heard your friend mutter something under his breath about not being replaced, then felt him climb back into the bed beside you, though he made much more of a point to invade your personal space than he had before.

Letting out a soft sigh, you leaned your head lightly against Satoru’s in silent apology. “Kento’s a year below us in school, and Kokoro is two years younger than him.”

Suguru hummed softly after you finished speaking, though he remained quiet, as if he were processing everything you’d told him.

“I’m sure you’ll get to meet everyone else soon,” you offered, hoping it sounded as encouraging as you intended it to. “Right, Toru?”

“Yeah,” Satoru agreed half-heartedly, then perked up a bit as he realized something. “Hey! Suguru, now that you’re here, there’s another boy in the group who isn’t a stick in the mud!”

“Huh?”

“Kento is very serious for his age,” you said.

“Yeah, serious and boring. We’re still just kids, I don’t know why he has to try and act like a grown up all the time.”

“Is he the only one of you guys that has any siblings?” Suguru asked curiously.

“Yes.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“He probably has more that he’s responsible for at home, since he’s the oldest.”

“...Oh. I didn’t think about it like that,” Satoru admitted sheepishly. 

Not wanting an uncomfortable silence to sour the mood, you blurted out the first question you could think of. “What’s your favorite dessert?”

“Me?” Satoru asked, clearly confused. 

“No, I know what yours is already, I was asking—”

“What is it, then?” your friend cut you off. 

You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t let you move on until you answered him. “It’s those fancy imported kikufuku you sneak in the middle of the night so your parents won’t stop you.”

“No it’s not,” he replied, sounding disappointed that you had gotten the answer wrong.

“What? Since when?” you asked, shifting Kenji slightly so you could actually look up at Satoru. “You have to tell me these things, I’m your best friend! When did the kikufuku stop being your favorite? What’s your favorite now?”

Satoru wouldn’t meet your gaze as you looked up at him, and even in the low light of the room, you could see the blush that burned high on his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he hesitated. “My favorite now is chocolate chip cookies. Has been since you got them for my eighth birthday,” he murmured, only just loud enough for you to hear.

You froze then, eyes wide as you stared up at him, and you could feel your own face heating up at his words. “Oh, uh…” you started, then trailed off, not knowing what to say to that; it had never occurred to you that the cookies you had gifted him over a year ago had been that important to him.

Satoru nodded stiffly, awkwardly, and, apparently no longer wanting to be the center of attention for once, he cleared his throat and looked over your head at Suguru. “They were trying to ask you the question, before I interrupted. Sorry.”

Equally ready to move past the awkwardness, you turned to look over at the dark haired boy, gently pushing Kenji off of your eyes, letting him curl up on top of your head, instead, even though he was most likely going to make a complete disaster out of your hair. 

To his credit, Suguru looked like he had been trying to give you and Satoru as much privacy as he could, given that all three of you were sitting in the same bed, and he only looked up from where he had focused on Niji in his lap when he was spoken to directly. 

“Hm?” he hummed, then seemed to remember what the initial question had been. “Oh, uh, well… I don’t really like sweets all that much.”

“What?” Satoru exclaimed, looking the most baffled and offended you’d ever seen him, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. “What do you mean you don’t like sweets?”

“I just… don’t?” Suguru said, shrugging slightly with a little blush now dusting his own cheeks. “I’ve always preferred salty foods, I guess.”

Looking as if he might faint, Satoru dropped his head to your shoulder, letting out a very dramatic, “He doesn’t even like sweets…”

“Nanami-san sells cookies made with almonds at the bakery sometimes, they’re not as sweet as the stuff Toru likes,” you said, reaching up to gently pat your friend’s cheek as you looked over at Suguru. “Maybe next time they make some I can get one for you.”

The blush on the dark haired boy’s face deepened a few shades. “You don’t have to do that,” he said, looking almost uncomfortable at being under the full force of your attention.

“Hey,” Satoru grumbled in protest, bumping his head lightly against yours. “You can’t get him cookies and not get your best friend cookies, too.”

You just rolled your eyes at him. “Well,” you said, turning back to Suguru once again, “if you don’t like sweets, what kinds of food do you like?”

And so went the rest of the evening, the three of you jumping from topic to topic, Suguru occasionally having to jump in and break apart you and Satoru bickering over silly things, and you having to do the same with the two of them on a couple of occasions. Any time it looked like you were falling asleep, one of the boys would gently nudge you and start asking you questions until they were satisfied that you really weren’t going to fall asleep on them. 

Eventually, though, the late – or was it early? You weren’t sure – won out against all three of you, and you fell asleep half curled on top of each other, soft smiles on all of your tired faces, with Kenji sprawled out in your hair and Niji curled comfortably in your lap.

i gave myself cute aggression writing the exchange abt chocolate chip cookies so i hope you guys found that as adorable as i did (i need to squish baby satoru sooooo bad it's not even funny). also, for full transparency, i'm not sure when i'll be updating this again. my birthday is on friday, my brother & i are celebrating next tuesday, & i have a couple demon slay one shot fics i want to write, which means i need to pick up my kny rewatch asap so i can actually write the characters,,,,,, in character. lol. take care of yourselves in the meantime!!!

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[hoonzsn]

MESS IT UP — i messed up, i know.

✦ SYNOPSIS — in which sunghoon can’t help but to want her back after messing up their relationship.

wc: 1342

tl: @dunnoshim @zuritastic

The light trickling sounds of raindrops falling down the gloomy windows caught his attention. Scanning with his brown eyes as it seemed as if each raindrop had a goal to land somewhere.

He hadn’t felt like this in a while, since their breakup. Maybe it was the cold weather that had him feeling like this. Whether it was that or something else, he still missed her dearly.

He had been watching her whenever she would laugh with another guy, which wasn’t him. It bothered him, that’s true, but he had to let her live. Although he knew no one could make her laugh as much as he did.

Rolling his eyes at the thought, he carefully stood up, walking toward his phone to grab it. He’d thought for a while before heading down the stairs and out to the front porch to get some air.

He had been walking for what felt like an entirety of twenty-five minutes, or so. As he reached his destination, he saw a familiar bench where he’d always be with a particular someone. Immediately catching himself walking toward the bench and sitting down.

His mind raced as he remembered all of the memories made on this bench. It wasn’t special, but the person he’d been with on this bench certainly was.

His eyes slightly teared up as he remembered all the moments he had spent with her. Sniffing and wiping them away as his salty tears met his lips.

And just as he looked up, he saw a familiar figure walking with an unknown male he’d never seen. His eyebrows furrowed together as confusion was written all across his delicate facial features.

Carefully watching the two, he saw the guy leave after saying what he presumed was a ‘goodbye’ followed by a kiss on the cheek.

His mind went completely blank as he saw her stand there, alone. Noticing as her smile instantly dropped after he left. sunghoons left eyebrow perking up in amusement as he looked at the girl a few meters away from him.

“Hey, yn!” he called out to her, his voice slightly echoing as the park was fairly vacant. Her head turned around, confusedly looking around like a lost puppy before spotting the person who called out to her. An annoyed expression plastered on her face.

Slowly walking toward him, her mouth formed a few unpleasant words that made him let out a slight chuckle. “what the fuck do you want?” she rolled her eyes once she was a close distance in front of him.

“That’s not quite nice to say now, is it? Especially toward someone you haven’t seen in a long while.” He answered back, moving a bit to the right, patting the left of him to signal her to sit. Her eyes lingered on his for a few beats, sending chills through his spine.

As she sat down, she shrugged indicating she didn’t care how she talked to him. “Sorry, not my business!” her tone joked, causing sunghoon to let out another deep chuckle.

“When are you ever going to change?” A soft smile played on his lips, closing his eyes as silence filled the dewy air between them. “I’d rather not change.” She replied, slowly yet hesitantly putting her head on his shoulder. Causing his entire body to freeze, his eyes immediately opened in surprise.

Melting at her touch, he felt himself calm down, putting his arm around her to pull her closer. “I haven’t gotten over you..” She mumbled under her gray scarf, him barely hearing as she said so.

“Did you say something?” He asked; making her just nod her head to the side to tell him a gentle ‘no’.

Not thinking much of it, he dismissed the conversation, enjoying each other's company.

“Why’d you come here?” She decided to start another conversation, this time successfully doing so as the silence faded away. “I don't know.. I just suddenly saw myself here.” He laughed, noticing how stupid it sounds now that he said it out loud.

“A very good excuse, indeed.” She laughed out. Sunghoon swore he felt his heart miss a beat as he repeated her melodic laughter in his head, making him laugh with her.

“What can i say? i’m good at making them.”

Earning a short nod from her, his mind raced back to the guy who was with her. Slowly gaining the courage to ask her about it.

“who was that guy you were talking to earlier?” He tilted his head to face her now, an eyebrow raised. Her gaze went back to him instead of the ground.

“He’s a friend we’re not that close yet.” She replied nonchalantly, not thinking much of it.

“Not close enough for him to kiss you?” Sunghoon replayed the moment shared between the two, a slight frown visible on his rosy lips.

“Why do you suddenly care? It’s not like we’re dating anymore.” Her head lifted from his shoulder, staring at him. Although she was right, he still couldn’t give up.

“Okay? And what if we aren't dating? I still have the right to worry about you.” A scoff left the girl's lips, making sunghoon roll his eyes.

“You should have cared before you decided to ghost me for two months.” Her soft voice increased in volume, making him completely quiet.

His eyes were held on hers, the tension between them being noticeable to anyone who would walk by the two of them.

It felt as if he could barely move his lips. As he tried to say something without letting her hear his voice break.

“You know I didn't mean to.”

“You could have at least told me!” She frustratedly got up, running a hand through her hair as she turned around to look back at him.

“I should have never talked to you in the first place, Park sunghoon.”

Leaving the scene with a baffled sunghoon still sitting on the wooden bench, she walked away, not sparing him a single glance.

Before he knew it, he stood up and followed her while calling out for her. “yn, hold on, please!” He desperately called for her, not getting a reaction from her.

Running after her, he finally stood in front of her, catching up to her pace. Not seeing who was in front of her, she bumped into him, her head hitting his chest as he let out a short groan.

He wrapped his arms around her, not daring to pull away even if she tried shoving him away. “Let me go sunghoon!” her muffled yells made him hug her even tighter.

“You have to listen to me, then maybe I’ll think about letting you go.” He firmly told her, causing her to let out an annoyed scoff.

“Fine, talk.” She gave in to his temptations, a frown still clearly visible on her face. He slowly unraveled his hands off her, looking at her now.

“I don’t know what happened, but I swear I didn’t mean to ghost you.” He started, letting his hands linger on her arms. “I just had to take a break from..this.” Sunghoon carefully continued noting as her expression kept getting more irritated by the second.

“Okay? So that makes it right for you to make me suddenly assume that we broke up?” Her answer didn’t help the situation, causing them to both get fired up.

“Just give me another chance, yn! I’ve changed.” He desperately clung to her, his eyes softening as he looked at her. As much as she wanted to give in, she had to.

It was for the better.

As she gulped down, forming the exact words she’d been wanting to say to him. She let out a shaky sigh, moving back from him and staring up at his watery eyes, making her own eyes water.

“I’ve moved on sunghoon. I think you should do the same.”

He felt as if his whole world had shattered the moment she said those words he had been dreading to hear. Watching her turn around to leave was the worst part, feeling his nails dig deep into his hands.

AUTHOR NOTE; im done… 😋😋😋 hope u guys liked this!! and make sure to listen to try again with this (i made that mistake and actually started crying while writing the ending😭) HELPP ALSO THANK U SM FOR 60 FOLLOWERS WTF???? THATS CRAZY.

[capturethechaos]

Masterlist

Request - accidently wearing a matching costume at a party | people are like “oh did you match with Josh?” and you’re like huh who is that? so you finally meet them and end up spending the night with each other “you have to because we matched” | rather a themed party Sam throws or something like that. a 90’s themed party maybe?

Words - 3.8k

Warnings - Drinking, Smoking weed, NSFW 18+ Content, Unprotected sex [Wrap it before you tap it folks!] ♡

A/n - Special thanks to Sam with the texts we shared back when I originally got this request, and all of the encouragement while I’ve been in and out of this rut I’ve been stuck in, couldn't have done this without you, and to Fallon, forever my hero for reading these fics at god awful times of the night to make sure they're good content for y'all ♡

“Hiya, Barbie.”

“Hi, Ken.”

“You want to go for a ride?”

“Absolutely not.” Your hand found the skip button before Robin had the chance to stop you.

“Oh come on!” She turned to you, offence painted across her features. “It’s fitting, you’re Barbie!”

“It’s enough that I let you dress me up this way, let’s not push it.” Your fingers played at the neon pink sarong you had tied around your waist, watching the city pass by as the two of you made your way to Sam’s house.

By the time you arrived there was already a crowd of cars parked around the house. Robin found a spot to park, and the two of you made your way to the front door, opening it and immediately being blasted with the overwhelming sound of music and yelling. You only made it a few steps into the door before people began commenting on your costume.

“Oh cute! She must be matching with Josh.” A pair of girls dressed as Cher and Dionne stepped closer to you, drinks in hand and wide smiles on each of their faces. “You’re Malibu Barbie right, you’re the other half of Josh’s costume.”

Before you even had a chance to open your mouth and reply, a loud voice rose above the crowd. “Hey, Malibu Barbie finally showed up, I fucking knew Josh was lying about it not being a couples costume.”

You turned to Robin, watching as she bit back a smile, before turning back to the two girls. “I’m sorry, who’s Josh?”

One of them giggled, taking a sip of her drink before motioning to Robin. “Why don’t you ask your friend, she’s the one dating his brother.”

You turned slowly, eyes already sharp as you looked at your best friend. “Robin…”

“Okay, in my defence, I wasn’t sure Sam would be able to convince him.”

A pair of hands landed on your shoulder before you could speak, and as you turned, you caught the shimmer of armor as Sam came into view. “Hiya, ladies. Have you two gotten drinks yet?”

Robin beamed at her boyfriend, shuffling past you to wrap her arms around him. You could hear the murmuring of the two of them speaking to each other in hushed tones, drowned out by the music and chatter surrounding the three of you. Their little private conversation seemed to end when Sam looked up at you with a toothy grin. “So, Y/n, I hear our little surprise may have been a bit spoiled. Why don’t we go get a drink, then we can introduce you to Josh, aka the Ken to your Barbie.”

You followed closely behind Robin and Sam as the three of you made your way into the kitchen, and watched as Sam scoured his fridge for a moment before pulling out a few drinks and handing them to you and Robin. On the journey to find Josh, the three of you picked up Danny, who was in the middle of a game of darts, but he quickly abandoned it when he realized what was going on.

The four of you made your way through the house, and just before you walked through the door to the backyard Danny and Sam stepped in front of you. “Hey Ken, we found your Barbie.”

The two men stepped out of your way, revealing a gorgeous man standing maybe twenty feet from you in a pair of shorts that matched your outfit, and a bright pink button up shirt that was completely undone, revealing his glowing, tanned skin. He quickly broke into a wide grin, and you could see his eyes light up a bit behind the pink tinted sunglasses he had resting on the bridge of his nose. 

You watched as he politely excused himself from the conversation he was having before making his way over to the group. “So you did in fact lie to me, Sam.”

He turned from his brother, the sharp look he had given him softening as he took in your appearance. “It seems as though we have been made to match this evening. I’m Josh, Sam’s oldest brother.”

“Y/n. I’m Robin's best friend.”

Something flickered in his expression, and his gaze briefly shifted to Robin before turning back to you. “So you’re the best friend we’ve heard so much about.”

The warmth of a blush crept its way up your body, painting the skin of your chest and cheeks only a few shades lighter than the pink both you and Josh were wearing. His lips turned up slightly at the sight, and your eyes fell, searching for solace anywhere else. 

“Hey fuckers, you guys gonna come play beer pong or what? We all want to see Romeo and Juliet battle against Malibu Barbie and Ken.”

Every eye in the group turned to search for the voice that had called to you, and you quickly found another man that looked eerily similar to Sam and Josh. Danny, Sam and Robin all quickly made their way to the crowd of people playing pong, but Josh held back when he realized that you weren’t following. You looked at him with a raised brow, your eyes flickering between him and the man that had called all of you, and he noticed you doing the math in your head. “My twin brother, Jake.”

“Jesus, how many of you are there?”

He chuckled at the question, and gently bumped his shoulder against your own. “Don’t worry, no more surprise Kiszkas will pop out of the woodworks, our sister is back home in Michigan.”

“A sister, huh? My deepest sympathies, must have been one hell of a childhood growing up with three brothers.” The giggle that escaped him at your comment brought a smile to your face.

He nodded toward the table, offering his hand to you as he stepped forward. “Shall we? Before the mob drags us over.”

You nodded, placing your hand in his and following him through the small crowd of people that had gathered to watch the next game. The two of you stood opposite to Sam and Robin, setting up the cups and getting ready to play. Josh watched for a moment as you fiddled with the ball in your hand, and leaned forward, whispering in your ear as you lined up your shot. “Might as well ask, are you any good at pong?”

You giggled, turning slightly until you could feel his warm breath on your cheek. “Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I suck at pong.”

Your statement was quickly followed by a bullet-like shot into the front cup in their formation, and you got to watch with a satisfied smirk as Sam choked on his drink. Robin laughed, gently patting Sam on the back as he sputtered up the liquid he had inhaled, and you once again felt Josh’s breath tickle your ear. “What happened to ‘I suck at pong’?”

You hummed, taking a step back so that he could line up his own shot. “Didn’t want to get your hopes up.”

His lips curled into a smirk as he concentrated on getting his shot just right, and your jaw slacked as you watched him sink his ball in the same cut that you had hit. Josh turned to you for a moment, basking in your reaction for a moment before turning back to Sam and Robin. “I believe that means we get three cups, and balls back.”

The two of you made quick work of Robin and Sam, and went on to play two more rounds, one against Jake and his girlfriend, who you had complimented for their Woody and Bo Peep, and the other against Danny, who was dressed like a member of Baywatch, and a girl on his arm that you had yet to properly meet.

You just barely lost to Danny and the girl, who had complimented your costume and disappeared very soon after the end of the game. Josh was already looking at you when you turned to look at him, a soft smile on his face as his hand found your waist. “You look like you could use a breather.”

The rapid nodding of your head was all the answer he needed to begin leading you away from the herd of partygoers that were surrounding the beer pong table. He led you into the house, around a couple corners, and briefly into the kitchen to grab a couple water bottles from the fridge before leading you upstairs and into an empty bedroom. You followed as he walked out onto a small balcony, overlooking the party, but far enough above it all to muffle most of the noise. 

Josh sat on the small couch that was pushed up against the wall, softly patting the spot next to him as he looked over to you. “Perks of being brothers with the owner of the house, I know the best spots to escape when I need some time away from people.”

A smile found its way onto your lips, and you shuffled over to the couch, falling back into the soft cushions and letting your eyes close as you took a deep breath.

“Do you smoke?”

You peeled your eyes open, tilting your head to look in his direction. “Depends on what it is you’re smoking.”

You watched as Josh pulled a joint and lighter from his pocket, holding them up as if to present them to you. The smile on your face widened, and you slowly nodded your head. “I can get with that.”

He offered a toothy grin in response, quickly placing the joint between his plump lips and rolling his thumb over the lighter. You let your gaze linger for a moment as he breathed in the first hit of the joint, the smoke slowly rolling from between his lips as he inhaled it once again through his nose. He took one more hit before handing the joint to you, watching as you eagerly took it from between his fingers, lifting it to your lips and feeling the delectable burn of the weed entering your system. 

“So.” You took another hit, savoring the smoke as it invaded your lungs, before exhaling and continuing. “Robin talk about me a lot around you guys?”

Josh chuckled, taking the joint from you and lifting it to his lips. “Every once and a while.” 

He took a drag, blowing the smoke away from you before turning to look at you. “All good things, I promise. She really loves you, you two seem like really good friends.”

You smiled, nodding and playing with the mesh of your sarong. “Yeah, she’s like a sister, we’ve known each other forever.”

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you continued to pass the joint back and forth, breaking every few minutes to make small talk, or comment on the choice of song playing over the speakers, until there was nothing left to smoke. 

Josh held the joint between his fingers, watching the paper burn. “Last hit, you want it?”

You shook your head. “It’s your weed, you get the last hit.”

He chuckled, inhaling all that was left before putting it out and leaving the butt in the ashtray. “Who says we can’t share?”

You turned to look at him, and found that his gaze was already locked on you. He held the smoke in his lungs, leaning in until there was merely an inch between your lips, waiting for you to either welcome the attempt at making a move, or for you to move away. He was pleased when you parted your lips, welcoming the smoke as he exhaled it directly into your mouth. 

The two of you lingered in that position even after all the smoke had cleared, simply glancing at each other's lips, waiting for someone to make a move. Josh was the first to move, nudging just the slightest bit closer until his nose brushed against yours. “Can I kiss you.”

It felt as though all the air had escaped from you, leaving you to sound breathless as you parted your lips to respond. “Please.”

His lips melded with your own, parted from the get go. It wasn’t often that you felt goosebumps from human touch, but the feeling of his lips on yours had the small bumps rising all over your body. You were tingling, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head, he was invading your every thought with just a kiss. 

Slowly, and with care to not smack your knee against the armrest, you swung your leg over his lap, straddling his hips as his hands lifted to cradle your head, deepening the kiss. Your hands quickly found the soft skin of his chest, and the firm muscle beneath it, feeling the way he tensed at your touch. One of his hands remained where he had lifted them, holding your face close as if you could disappear at any moment, as the other fell to your hip, dragging you further against him. 

His lips parted from yours when a small gasp slipped from you, feeling how hard he was getting in his shorts. Josh was peppering kisses along your jaw, breathing you in as you took your time rolling your hips into his. He hummed at the feeling, nipping at the skin beneath your ear as the hand he had on your hip gently pushed your hips back before pulling you back, building an unhurried rhythm. 

“Josh.”

His words were muffled against your skin, broken up between lingering kisses. “Yeah, doll?”

All movement stopped when your hand found the one he had gripping your hip, and he broke away from your neck, leaning back to look you in the eyes. “What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”

You giggled, leaning to press a chaste kiss to his lips, feeling him melt into you the moment your lips met his. “No, Josh, I don’t want to stop… I’m just really feeling the weed now, and I feel very um… exposed out here.”

His chest rumbled with the chuckle that tumbled from his lips, and he brushed his lips against yours. “Would you like to move this inside, doll?”

You nodded, putting the slightest bit of pressure against his lips. “Mhm.”

Josh helped you stand up, keeping his hands on you in any capacity he could as the two of you eagerly made your way back into the bedroom. His lips found the curve of your neck as you reached the edge of the bed, and his arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest. You leaned your head back, resting it on his shoulder to give his lips more space to cover as his hands found the knot in your sarong. He quickly untied the fabric, tossing it to the side before letting his fingers dance up the patterned fabric of your bodysuit.

He chuckled at the groan of disapproval that slipped from between your lips as his mouth left your skin. “Feeling a little needy, baby?”

You nodded, leaning into his touch as his fingers found the straps of the bodysuit. “Can you blame me?”

His lips found your skin once again as he slid the straps down your shoulders, teasing you with the softness of his mouth against the newly bare skin. “Not at all, I feel the same.”

He peeled the fabric from your skin, keeping his lips against your skin as your bodysuit hit the floor, leaving you bare. With one final, lingering hiss to your shoulder, his hand gently tapped your hip. “Lay down, doll.”

You followed his instruction crawling onto the soft comforter and turning to watch as Josh let the button up slide off of his shoulders, joining your clothing on the floor. His eyes drank you in, laid out for him on the guest bed in his brother's house, as the party raged on just outside the door. A wicked grin played on his lips as he tugged on the drawstring of his shorts, peeling them from his hips and watching as your eyes followed the movement of them falling to the floor, before tracing over every inch of his body until they were locked with his own gaze. 

“You know… I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Ken doll with a dick before.” You bit back a smile at your own comment, watching as his eyes rolled, but his grin widened to a toothy smile. 

“What can I say?” He lifted himself onto the mattress, climbing over you until his face was inches away from your own. “I’m a special model.”

His lips found yours in a hungry kiss, and you could feel the electricity of his touch on your skin as his fingers traced their way along your body until they were parting the lips of your pussy, gathering the arousal that had been accumulating since you agreed to step away with him. He hummed against your lips. “This all for me, doll?”

You nodded, your forehead pressed against his as you chased the feeling of his fingers, bucking your hips against his hand. He clicked his tongue at you, sitting up and removing his fingers from your skin, earning a whine of disapproval from you. “I want to hear that pretty voice of yours, baby. Tell me all about who’s making you this wet.”

You reached for him, wrapping your fingers around the hand he hadn’t been teasing you with, attempting to pull him back to you. “You are, Josh. Only you.”

“That’s right, beautiful.” His hand found his cock, throbbing against his stomach, having thus far been pretty much ignored. His fingers wrapped around it, spreading your arousal over the tip of his cock as he slowly pumped his fist along the length of it. “All for me… is this what you want, doll? You want my cock?”

You were writhing beneath him, desperate for any sort of friction as he kept you from squeezing your thighs together. “I want it so bad, Josh.”

“Where do you want it, hm?” He slowly dragged the tip through your slit, soaking it in your arousal as he watched your resolve crumble further. “You want me to fuck this pretty pussy?”

“Fuck, Josh. Please, baby… no more teasing, need you so bad.” Your voice was dripping in desperation, and he was eating it up.

He leaned back down, ghosting his lips over your own as he leisurely lined up the tip of his cock with your entrance. “No more teasing, doll. Promise.”

He captured your lips in a passionate kiss as he slowly pushed himself into you. The moans that escaped the two of you flowed directly into each other's mouths, swallowed into the breathless kiss that you wouldn’t dare part from. Only once he was completely buried inside of you did the two of you part for breath, desperately panting for air as his hips stilled. “Fuck, Y/n, you’re fucking phenominal.”

Josh’s lips pressed a chaste kiss to your own as he slowly drew his hips back, sliding out of your pussy until only the tip of his cock remained nestled within you. “Like you were made for me.”

He eagerly breathed in each moan that came from your lips as he built up a steady rhythm with his hips, feeling the squeeze of your hand around his own as the pleasure took over your body. 

Time was lost to you, all you knew was the feeling of his cock inside of you, and his lips against your skin. The coil of pleasure within you was growing closer and closer to snapping with each rock of his hips, and he could feel the exquisite squeeze of your cunt around his dick. “You getting close, doll? You’re squeezing me so tight, not gonna last much longer.”

You fought to put words together, gripping him tighter as your lips parted. “So fucking close, Josh. Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop, baby.” He kept the same rhythm in his hips, sneaking his hand between your bodies to roll his thumb over your clit, watching as your eyes rolled back, and your mouth fell open in a silent moan, gasping for air as you crashed into your orgasm. 

Josh held on for as long as he could, working you through your own orgasm for as long as possible before it became too much for him, and he spilled into you, collapsing on top of you as his body gave into the intense waves of pleasure you had caused. 

The two of you remained like that for an unknown amount of time, until Josh finally pulled his soft cock out of you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and mumbling something about the bathroom before pulling his shorts back on and shuffling out of the room. You were alone with your thoughts for the first time in hours, wondering what the fuck just happened, and if it would happen again. 

When Josh returned, he had a warm washcloth in his hand, gently cleaning you off before helping you off of the bed and back into your bodysuit. He helped you find the bathroom, and stood outside the door as you went pee, and finished cleaning yourself up. When you opened the bathroom door, a cool breeze found you, and a shiver ran down your spine. Josh caught the movement, and quickly shed the button up, pulling it over your arms and tugging it into place, surrounding you in his warmth and intoxicating scent. “You ready to get back to the party, doll?”

You nodded your head, turning in the direction of the stairs, feeling his hand brush against your own as the two of you began to walk. His arm slowly found its way around you as the two of you reentered the crowd of people dancing, and you quickly recognized the song playing through the speakers.

“If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends, make it last forever friendship never ends. If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give, taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.”

You could feel eyes on you the moment your feet hit the last step of the staircase, and when you looked out at the crowd, you quickly found the knowing gaze of your best friend, tucked against Sam as the two of them had a lively conversation with Danny and Jake. 

“So… can I take you out sometime? I’d love to see you again.”

Your eyes broke away from Robin, turning quickly to Josh as he stared back at you. “Yeah… yeah I’d really like that.”

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[pollenallergie]

Stuffy Noses and Skimpy Costumes

AN: Just a fluffy fic about the reader being sick on Halloween and best friend!Eddie skipping a party to hang out with her. I decided to write this at the very last minute because I forgot about Halloween until literally this morning, so um… this has definitely not been proofread. Shwoopsie. Still worth the read tho! Also, it's still technically Halloween where I'm at right now, so mission accomplished, team!

TW: None, I think? Eddie’s a bit of a perv, but what else is new. Discussions of illness (mucus is briefly mentioned, but other than that it’s pretty benign stuff).

18+ only!!

do not interact if you’re under 18 years old!

It’s only six in the morning when Eddie is jolted awake by the sound of the landline ringing in the living room of the trailer. He hears Wayne grumble from the kitchen, having just gotten home from work and definitely not thrilled about his pre-sleep cigarette break getting interrupted. Wayne answers the phone and huffs out an unenthusiastic greeting into the receiver. Eddie sighs in relief once the ringing stops and rolls over in an attempt to get a few more minutes of sleep.

“Kid, it’s for you!” Wayne shouts at Eddie from the other room, interrupting his attempts at sleep.

A few expletives tumble past Eddie’s chapped lips as he flings back the covers and clumsily stumbles out of bed. He makes his way to the den, bumping his hip on the kitchen counter on the way there, causing him to grumble out a few more swears. He grabs the phone from Wayne and holds it up to his ear.

“Hello?” He murmurs grumpily while using his free hand to rub the sleep out of his eye.

“Hey, Eddie,” Eddie detects the guilt in your tone almost immediately, along with the usual nasliness that you get this time of year; the changing seasons have always done a number on your sinuses. He perks up a bit as his brows furrow in concern.

He clears his throat, ridding his voice of its usual morning raspiness, before asking, “What’s wrong, bug?”

On the other end of the call, you crumble. Of course Eddie could tell something was wrong. Eddie could always tell when something was wrong. He could read you like a book.

“I’m not gonna be able to go to Nick Paulson’s party with you tonight.” You mumble out pitifully as you nervously pick and pull at the dead skin on your lips.

“Why not? What’s the matter?” Eddie had already kind of assumed that you’d bail on him; he knows how nervous you get at parties. However, he still wants to know what tall-tale you’ve conjured up to excuse yourself from it.

Except, you don’t offer him some lame excuse. “I’m sick, grub. I think it’s just a cold, but there’s so much pressure in my head right now and I feel awful,” You explain, pausing halfway through to pull your face away from the receiver and hack out a mucus-y cough, Eddie winces at the sound of it.

“Fuck, jitterbug, you sound awful.”

“I know,” You reply pitifully in a tone that borders on whiny. Sniffles soon follow.

“Bug, why’re you crying?” Eddie asks gently.

“Don’t feel good, Eddie,” you whine. You tend to get a little sensitive when you’re sick, you’ve always been like that. Eddie should be used to it, given how much you got sick as a kid, but it still breaks his heart all the same.

“I know, bunny. I’m sorry,” He coos, “Need me to stay home with you today?”

“You can’t Eddie; you gotta get your attendance up,” You remind him, tone still laced with misery.

“Bug-”

“I’ll be fine, Eds. Just promise me that you’ll come show me your costume before you leave for the party tonight?” You plead.

“Fuck, bunny, I’m not going to that damn party, not without you. How about I come over tonight and we can just hang out or somethin’? I could go rent us some movies and get us some snacks after school, maybe pick up some medicine for you too, sicky-poo. How’s that sound?” Eddie offers.

“But what about the money? Weren’t you only going so that you could deal to Nick and his friends?”

Eddie clears his throat before whispering his reply so that Wayne won’t hear it, “I’ll um… I’ll just meet up with them after school and do it then.”

“Are you sure? What about the guys? Weren’t they gonna meet us there?” You ask.

“Nah, the little cowards backed out yesterday at lunch. Didn’t really figure they’d go anyways; it’s not really our scene,” He informs you, “‘sides, you know I’ll have way more fun watching movies with you than I could ever possibly have at some lame house party, even if I gotta listen to you hack up a lung every so often.”

“I know, I just feel bad,” You murmur.

“Well don’t, bug, because you’re actually doing me a favor,” Eddie looks over at the clock briefly, “I should probably start getting ready for school. I’ll be at your place at six, ‘s that okay?”

“In costume?” You ask hopefully, causing Eddie to huff out a laugh.

“No, bug, I planned on showing up naked,” He teases and you fluster.

“You’re a dick,” you grumble and he chuckles in response.

“Yes, I’ll show up in costume. You feel up to wearing yours? Would hate to be the only one in costume.”

It’s tradition for you both to surprise each other with your costumes on the day of Halloween, so he’s secretly hoping that you’ll say yes.

“Yeah, I can manage that. I’ll see you later tonight.”

“Alright, goodbye, bunny.”

“Adíos, flittermouse.”

Eddie snorts at your pet name for him before hanging up.

You’d been sick on Halloween before, Eddie remembers it all too well. It was back in the fifth grade. You’d caught strep throat from Kimmy Owens that week and had been stuck at home with it for three days prior, so your mom had barred you from going trick-or-treating. Eddie was determined for you to not miss out, though, so he went trick-or-treating for the both of you. He’d asked your mom to take a picture of you in your costume, a homemade witch ensemble that you’d looked adorable in, with her polaroid. Then, that night, he’d taken two bags with him for candy as well as that picture of you, and, at each house he’d stopped at, he made sure to show whoever answered the door your picture before asking if he could grab some candy for you since you were stuck at home with strep throat.

The moms and grandmas of Hawkins thought it was absolutely adorable, Eddie walking around in the wizard costume that your mom had made for him and trick-or-treating for his sickly friend. Especially since he’d carried around a picture of you as if he needed proof that the additional candy he grabbed wasn’t just extra candy for himself. A few of them even gave him some extra candy for himself just for being such a good friend, but, at the end of the night, he made sure to divide the small pile of the extra candy from his bag in half so that he could split it with you. Eddie then hand delivered your candy, stuffing it in the tiny mailbox attached to your trailer to make sure that the other kids in the trailer park wouldn’t steal it.

That Halloween had been his least favorite, at least, of the ones he’d had since Wayne took him in, simply because he didn’t get to see you at all that day. However, much like he was on that particular Halloween, Eddie is determined to make sure that you don’t miss out on too much of the festivities.

True to his word, Eddie shows up on your doorstep at six on the dot, adorned in his Boromir costume, complete with a fake beard, while holding a few plastic bags filled with snacks, some feel-better-soon essentials, and movies. He knocks on the door with his elbow because his hands are full, and then eagerly waits for you to open it, excited to show you his costume that he spent months on.

All of the air leaves his lungs when you open the door, revealing your costume to him. You’ve chosen to go as Jessica 6 from the Logan’s Run TV series and are dressed in your recreation of her pink dress from episode two. It’s short, really short, showing off your legs which are completely bare, as you had forgone any tights or pantyhose in the name of comfort. The silence is deafening and you’re left feeling a bit unsure of yourself.

“It looks stupid, doesn’t it?” You question shyly.

“No! No, you look,” Eddie gulps, “You… Did you make this?”

“Yeah, with my mom’s help. You know how much the sewing machine and I despise each other,” You joke, tone still laced with insecurity.

Eddie quickly tries to think of a compliment that he can give you without sounding like a total creep.

You look hot.

Nope.

Nice legs.

Definitely not.

He settles on, “You look pretty.”

Your breath hitches and he worries that he’s said the wrong thing.

“Thank you. You, um, you look hairy,” You grimace at your failed attempt at a compliment and quickly correct yourself, “I mean, you look great! It’s that guy from Lord of the Rings cartoon, right? The warrior from, um, Condo was it?”

“Gondor,” Eddie corrects with a smirk. “And yes, I am Boromir.”

You don’t have to ask if Eddie made his costume, you already know that he did; he almost always does. If he weren’t so hellbent on keeping up this tradition of surprising each other with your costumes, then he’d offer to help you make yours too.

“You gonna keep that beard on all night, dimples?” You ask while taking one of the bags from him and leading him inside. “It looks itchy.”

“‘Course I am, bunny; can’t go breakin’ character,” Eddie replies as he sets down the bag on your mom’s coffee table before fishing out the movies he’d rented.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be up to watching any slasher films tonight since you’re diseased,” Eddie begins.

“I have a sinus infection, asshole, I’m not ‘diseased.’”

“Infected, then,” He amends, “So, I picked up Gremlins, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, The Dark Crystal, and, just in case you are down to watch a horror movie, Carrie, because I know it’s your favorite.”

“Grub, that’s a bit excessive, isn’t it? Are we even going to be able to watch four movies?” You question as you begin getting out the snacks.

“I have faith in us,” Eddie simply replies as he sets the movies down and gets out the stuff he picked up for you from the pharmacy. “I wasn’t sure what you guys already had here, so I just picked up a couple things; some tissues, vapor rub, gatorade because I know you’re probably dehydrated, saline spray, and ole reliable, NyQuil.”

You smile fondly at him, still surprised by his generosity even after all these years, and hug him from behind, nuzzling your face in between his shoulder blades. He tenses up briefly before chuckling softly and melting into your embrace.

“You’re my favorite person alive right now, Eds,” You sigh warmly and his heart swells with joy at the sound. It takes him back to the first time you said that to him, at your eighth birthday party.

“You’re my favorite person alive right now!” You’d shouted as you engulfed him in a big hug, practically tackling him with the force of it.

He’d gotten you an art set that year. It was nothing fancy, just a cheap one from the local toy store, but, in your eyes, it was the greatest gift you had ever received.

That memory combined with the feeling of your arms wrapped around his waist has Eddie fighting off the urge to tell you how much he loves you. Instead, he settles for turning around in your embrace so that he can hug you back.

“I’m sorry you don’t feel well, jitterbug,” He murmurs into your hair as he takes in the sweet smell of your shampoo. You hug him just a bit tighter in response.

The two of you stay like that, wrapped up in each others’ arms, for a while, far past exceeding the time limit of what can be considered a purely platonic hug. Although, neither of you seem to mind, nor do you seem eager to let go. Eventually, though, you do let go, heat rising to your face as you move out of Eddie’s arms.

“Carrie first?” You ask as you go to grab the stack of VHS tapes that Eddie brought.

“Yeah, sounds good,” Eddie clears his throat as rosie blush tints his pale skin from the apples of his cheeks to the tips of his ears, “I’ll start the pizza.”

He grabs one of the frozen pizzas he bought and moves into the kitchen to preheat the oven, sparing a single glance back into the living room so that he can see what you have on under that dress when you bend over to fiddle with the VCR. Eddie’s slightly disappointed when he sees a pair of short dolphin shorts rather than the pretty cotton panties that he was expecting.

Perv, he mentally berates himself, shaking his head as if to clear his mind of all the impure thoughts, and then turning to focus on the task at hand. Eddie waits a few minutes for the oven to heat up before tearing off the pizza’s plastic wrapping and sliding it in the oven. He then sets your mom’s little plastic tomato kitchen timer to eighteen minutes before joining you in the living room again.

“Pizza should be done in 18,” He informs you casually as he flops down onto the couch.

“Do you wanna wait for it to get done before starting the movie, or do you wanna just go ahead and watch it?” You ask him, now knelt in front of the VCR with your dress just barely covering up your shorts.

“Go ahead and press play, bug, I’ll get the pizza when it’s ready,” Eddie replies. You do as requested before scrambling to turn off the lights in the living room. You’re about to make your way to the recliner when you notice Eddie making grabby hands at you.

“C’mere, indulge me, bug,” He pouts and you roll your eyes, as if his pleading doesn’t make your heart skip a beat. You give in, not that you were putting up much of a fight in the first place, and plop down next to Eddie, allowing him to maneuver you until you’re nearly in his lap, your bare legs pressed against his as he clings to you.

God bless whoever designed Boromir’s outfit for that movie, you think.

The two of you spend the rest of the night like that, watching movies and cuddling, save for the few times you both have to get up to either grab something or use the bathroom. It’s not much different from the last few Halloweens you spent together, except that the preamble to this movie night was not a brief bout of trick-or-treating (Eddie may be an adult, but he isn’t ready to give that up just yet) due to your illness. Other than that, the only real differences are your sickly state and the fact that you’ve opted for a more revealing costume this year. Granted, the latter difference does get Eddie a little too excited, especially with your plump thighs out on display, one even making contact with his own. So excited, in fact, that he has to leave to go take care of himself in the bathroom halfway through the second movie. If you notice that he’s been gone for an inordinate amount of time, you don’t say anything, and for that he is eternally grateful.

[peterman-spideyparker]

Come Dance With Me/Cheek to Cheek (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader) - Sinatra Series 5/9

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Here’s the next part. I went back and forth debating for a bit if part 5 and 6 should be switched around, and I decided to leave this as is. I have some other Matt fic ideas working, and they’re all great in my head--they just need to be written down! I hope everyone enjoys! :)

Summary: Matt worries about you when he hears you in his apartment as he’s on his way home after a day in court. As his mind races and prepares for the worst, he’s in no way ready or expecting what he finds when he opens the door.

Suggested listening: Come Dance With Me and Cheek to Cheek by Frank Sinatra

Warnings: Fluff, cooking injury (minor burn on pot handle), cute domesticity, angst (anxious Matt worried about canon-typical violence), swearing

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 1,285

Matt can’t help but ball his knuckles into a fist when he hears movement in his apartment from blocks away. A million things rush through his mind as to who or what awaits him—Elektra, the Hand, even his begrudging friend Frank. But the sound of your soothing heartbeat cuts through everything. 

Why are you in his apartment?

He only quickens his pace slightly along the streets to his building, curious and excited to see what you’re up to after having spent an incredibly long day in court. As he enters the building and ascends the stairs, he hears you cry out in pain and move along the old wood floors. Matt immediately feels his body go into a panic. 

Someone was waiting for him. Someone that Daredevil crossed is taking revenge and you’re in the crosshairs. 

Matt all but breaks down the door, but forces himself to use his keys to unlock the barrier. He’s seconds away from shouting out your name in the apartment when he hears you grumble, “Fucking pot!”

Matt lets out sigh of relief and a smile, letting his heart rate return to a normal speed before opening the door. There’s no one in the apartment with you. 

You’re safe. 

You’re . . . 

You’re trying to surprise him. 

Delicious scents and spices hit his nose more clearly as he hears pots working on the stove and the sink running while you mutter to yourself.

“Shit!” you hiss as you move to put your wrist under a stream of cold water, hoping it will do the trick to ease the burn bubbling on your skin. 

“(Y/N)?” Matt calls.

“Oh, Matt!” you say, looking over your shoulder as he makes a turn into the main space from the small hallway. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he repeats, folding his glasses and placing them on the countertop. “You okay?”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine.”

“Angel.” His “tell me the truth” tone is priceless.

“I didn’t see the pot handle. Well, actually, I thought I had a longer wingspan to reach the oregano,” you confess.

“Here, let me help,” Matt says, taking your elbow and guiding you to the kitchen table to sit. He moves over to one of the shelves, easily grabbing the first aid kit before sitting back down next to you. Matt pulls out some gauze and cream, his fingers pushing aside what looks like an intense amount of supplies for stitching up cuts. 

“I used to help patch up my dad after matches a lot,” he chuckles, putting on a glove before putting a dollop of burn ointment on his fingers. “Can you guide my finger over where it is?” You do as he asks, gently taking his hand and turning it over, letting it hover over your burn. “This is going to hurt, and I’m sorry.”

You stifle a groan of pain as he spreads it around, the pain being quickly followed by relief. 

“You’re doing great, angel,” he encourages you, his voice wonderfully gentle. “Deep breaths.”

After the ointment is spread, he takes a sterile pad and the roll of gauze, wrapping it around the burn—tight enough so it stays on and it can be kept clean, but no too much where it will hurt terrible. When he’s done wrapping, he places a kiss on it through the bandage.

“There. All better.”

“Thanks, Matty,” you hum, leaning forward for a kiss. 

“What are you doing here, anyways, angel?”

You sigh. “I wanted to surprise you with dinner,” you admit. “I don’t know if you know, but I’m in charge of yours and Foggy’s schedule. I literally needed to book time for bathroom breaks for you both this week.”

“You know, ordering in a pizza has a similar impact.”

“Similar isn’t the same,” you grin. “I wanted you to have something other than take out.”

Matt holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, his thumb gently moving back and forth over your skin as he looks at you with his honey hazel eyes that makes your heart skip a beat. Slowly, he pulls your chin forward and kisses you slowly, his long eyelashes brushing against your cheeks.

“You’re too good to me,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to your lips before leaning back, cleaning up and discarding the used medical supplies.

“No. I just like taking care of you,” you correct, standing as he does and moving back to the pot that retaliated against you minutes earlier. “Now, the most important question: what’s the drink of choice for the night? There’s your shitty beer—.”

“Hey!”

You laugh and continue as you stir the sauce. “There’s some Macallan’s that I picked up, or the classic—red wine.”

“Mm,” Matt hums in thought as he moves behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and kissing your neck with a loud pucker before pressing his cheek against yours. “You pamper me.”

“No. Pampering you would be giving you a taste of the sauce. Now, open your mouth so I can give you a taste of this sauce.”

Matt lets out a warm chuckle that vibrates throughout your body before allowing you some slack in the embrace to turn around and let him nibble at the food on the spoon. He moans in delight as the flavors dance across his tongue, and he licks his lips. 

“Good?”

“So delicious,” he confirms, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips once more. “Let’s do wine.” Moving from your side, Matt grabs some glasses and a bottle, opening it with a satisfying pop before tilting generous pours into the drinkware.

“I’d say it needs to simmer just a bit more,” you sigh. “Do you think you can wait a bit?”

Matt flashes you that mischievous pout and grin. “I think I have just the thing to pass the time.”

Moving to the side of the living room, Matt feels around on the braille labels on the different records he has on a shelf before smiling and placing it on his little Victrola. Soft jazz begins to fill the apartment, and Matt turns to you with a smile. 

“I didn’t know you liked jazz, too,” you smile. 

“It’s better on my ears than other music,” he says, hoping you can’t notice the pink that rises on his cheeks and ears. “I can put a different record on, if you want?”

You smile and meet him in the living room. “It’s perfect,” you assure him.

“Come dance with me?” he offers, his eyebrows slightly raised in an arch that wrinkles his forehead. Smiling, you slide into his arms and beginning to dance, comfortably slotted against one another so you are cheek to cheek. You sway in a circle, Matt following the music, twirling and dipping you in the living room, being mindful of the injury he so carefully wrapped. You breeze through several songs that fill the loft, getting to simply enjoy one another after a week of pure insanity. Your time together is only interrupted by a particularly loud grumble from Matt’s stomach.

“Sorry,” he chuckles. 

“It’s okay, Matty,” you tell him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “The sauce should be good now. Let me dish you out some chow, hm?”

Kissing your temple, Matt walks with you to the kitchen, thinking about how much he would love to come home to and with you, have you in his arms as he falls asleep, listening to your heart, and breathe in and bask in the softness of your skin as he wakes up. He’s never had this feeling before, but he’ll be damned before if he doesn’t do everything he can to hold onto this feeling, hold onto you, and give you the world ten times over.

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[enchanting-eloquence]

The boss, aka Teaching you Respect pt II (Jake Seresin)

Summary: When Jake invites the boys over for an unplanned guys' night, you have to remind him who's in charge.

3.7k words

Author notes: Sorry this has taken so long... I had too many ideas and couldn't put them all into practice. I swear I could write a whole book about sub Jake! 🤔 Also, I know nothing about college football, so forgive me if any of this is wrong! As always, thank you so much for reading - all comments, shares and feedbacks are very welcome. Also @fuckyeahhangman the bedroom scene was the one I wrote on the train... although the story your photo inspired will be on its way soon!

Warnings: Basically porn with a tiny hint of plot. Minors, this is definitely not for you - move along and do not engage! Femdom, p in v, oral (both m&f receiving), bit degradation, rough sex, a little angst, bad language, unprotected sex (be safe!). I think that's all but tell me if you spot anything I've missed!

The Boss

Part 2 of Teaching You Respect

It had been a long day and all you really wanted was the sofa, Jake, and a glass of wine, so when you arrived back to find three cars parked in front of your house you couldn’t help but let out a small groan.

Walking through the front door to cries of “pizza” mixed with the overly loud sounds of a football game felt a little like the final straw, and you wondered for a moment whether tears, screaming, or heading back out of the door would be a better move.

You hadn’t even kicked off your shoes when a handsome blond head appeared through the door, grin broad and green eyes crinkled at the side.

“Oh hey babe, we thought you were pizza.” He took a pull from his beer and strode barefoot towards you to press an open-mouthed kiss on your lips.

“Boys night?” You asked, your tone cold as you looked up at him.

He narrowed his eyes. “I told you, didn’t I? It’s my team against Coyote’s.”

You pursed your lips. “Doesn’t ring a bell. Any idea when you told me?”

The Hangman grin only widened, and he tilted his head to the side. “I definitely told you. We talked about it during flight practice last week and I said I’d talk to you the next day.”

“Day I got called away early right and we didn’t each other at all?

You thought about raising your voice, thought even about telling him to send his friends home. But if truth be told, you didn’t have the energy. So instead you shrugged on a sigh and ran a hand up the back of your neck. “You know what? Whatever. Just as long as I don’t have to be sociable. I’ll go get a drink and just head on upstairs while you have your boys’ night.”

He stepped aside but followed closely as you headed into the kitchen to grab a snack and a bottle of water, stepping behind you to wrap his arms around your waist as he kissed your neck. You shrugged him away as you continued to find food, but he only pulled you around to face him.

“Babe it was a genuine mistake, are you mad?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m just tired Jake, it’s been a hell of a week and I could’ve done without coming home to a house full of people.”

He sighed and pulled you tight against him. “What if I promise to make it up to you later?”

You wriggled free of him. “Tonight’s not the night Jake, it’s been a shitty day. Just go have fun with the guys and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

Gathering up your snacks, you made your way upstairs, seething silently with every step you took and trying to block out the sounds of the football that blared from the room below you. Upstairs you changed into shorts and a tank and went to settle in bed, finding the new cheesy rom com Netflix had been promising you all week. But ten minutes in and the sounds of the game - not to mention the guys watching it - were way louder than anything you could comfortably manage with your own movie.

Could you turn the TV down please? I can’t hear myself think up here.

He read the message immediately, and you saw dots dance before you.

Babe you can’t watch football quietly. Can’t you turn the TV up?

This time the seething wasn’t so silent, a stream of curse words hissing out from your lips.

Not if I want eardrums. Come on Jake don’t be a dick.

The reply came quickly this time.

I thought you liked it when I was a dick. Liked the chance to remind me who’s boss 😈

FFS, are you kidding right now?! 1. I can remind you who’s boss without you being a dick and 2. Tonight is not the night.

This time there were no dancing dots, and though you waited for a moment, the TV downstairs continued to blare.

You were contemplating dressing again and heading out for a drink - ideally somewhere far far away from Jake… or maybe men in general - when the bedroom door opened slowly and a pair of piercing green eyes appeared around the side, Jake closing the door gently behind him as he made his way across the room.

“Babe,”

“Jake, don’t babe me. Just turn the fucking TV down, it’s not a big deal.”

“Easy for you to say.” Leaning over the side of the bed, Jake pressed his thick arms on either side of you and moved his lips over the side of your neck. “If I go back down there and tell the guys that you say we have to turn it down, they’ll think I’m whipped.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, and we can’t have that from the best pilot in the navy, can we?”

He pulled back, eyes burning into yours in a way that made your core tighten in spite of you. “Do you know what they’d say y/n, if they thought I did exactly what you told me?”

This time as he moved back toward you you pushed him away, a gentle hand on the Longhorns jersey that covered his muscular chest. “If you did exactly what I told you we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”

“Is that what you think?” Jake’s jaw was set as his eyes gazed pleadingly into yours and his voice hit a new low. “Because you know the power you have over me. You know I’ll do whatever it is that you want from me, all you need do is say the words.”

You couldn’t deny that it had an effect on you. Of course it did, because Jake knew all of the right buttons to push. So of course you reacted.

“Touch yourself. Right now.” You murmured, eyes never leaving his as you began to speak. “Touch yourself exactly as I tell you. Do you understand me?” He nodded, but you only shook your head in response. “Words Seresin.”

You saw the smile begin to form on his face, but he caught it just in time, nodding as he replied, “Yes ma’am,” and tugging down the heavy black material of his shorts and tight boxer shorts beneath to reveal the long, hard flesh protruding from a neatly patch of dark blond curls.

Slowly, you learned forward and took his hand, turning it up to spit on his palm before nodding towards his cock. Jake’s breath was heavy as his hand closed around the thick length, and as he paused to await instruction you found yourself mesmerised.

“Pull on your cock.” You whispered. “Hard. Show me how you do it when I’m not around and you have to think about me, to wish I was there.”

His hand began to move, slowly at first, eyes drifting closed and lips parting in a sigh.

“Does that feel good?” You asked, and when he only nodded you continued sharply. “I said does that feel good lieutenant?”

His eyes flew open and you met them steadily. “Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy. Now I want you to go faster, as fast as you can, while you tell me what you think about when you do this? When I’m not around.”

Jake swallowed audibly, the noise quiet compared to the blare of the television downstairs. “I, I think about your tits.” You nodded, encouraging him on. “About burying my face in them, about-,” he grunted softly. “Sliding my cock between them. Having you push them together tightly around me while I fuck in and out until I coat them in my cum.” His breath caught and you saw his hand stutter, but only nodded, your face expressionless despite the fire that had taken over your core.

“Oh lieutenant,” you tutted, leaning forward to place your hand over his until his grip had tightened further. You nodded encouragingly, “Such a needy boy for me, aren’t you? And what about when you’re at work. Do you touch yourself like this for me on base?”

Again he swallowed and nodded, silently at first until your raised eyebrow inspired a rapid “Yes ma’am” from him. Before moving your hand back, you swiped a finger over the tip of his cock and Brough the pearl of pre-cum you’d collected back to your mouth. As you licked it clean, you moved the other hand for him to continue.

His jaw slack, Jake shook his head in awe and began to move faster as his voice stuttered. “I think about you all the time on base. Think about sneaking you into my room. Putting you in - a flight suit and sneaking you into my room. Then having you take it off slowly until all you’re wearing is lingerie. Having you in front of me there in just those black lacy panties and bra. Then I’d - bend you over in front of the mirror, pulling your hair back while I fucked you hard, talking dirty in your ear until you wanted to scream, then putting a hand over your mouth so-.” Jake’s eyes fluttered closed and he hissed as his hand stuttered.

“Did I tell you to stop lieutenant?”

He shook his head and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Need to stop, gonna cum.”

You nodded. “I see. Pull your underwear up.”

He followed your instruction through narrowed eyes, his skilled hands pulling the boxer shorts back up over an erection that was visibly throbbing. Once the shorts were fully back in place, you shifted onto your knees on the bed and crawled towards him, reaching out a hand to grip his hard cock through the fabric.

“You’re so desperate for me aren’t you Seresin? So desperate that you can’t even get through a week at work without thinking about fucking me?” As your movements quickened, you heard him whimper softly. “Listen to you talk, as though you’re in charge, as though I’d do anything you ask me to. As though I’d be the one who needs to be kept quiet when your cock is inside me.” You laughed and cupped his balls with your other hand, giving them a gentle squeeze that made him shudder. “As though it’s not the other way around. Who’s really in charge here Jake?”

Jake’s eyes were heavy-lidded and his breath was coming in loud, heavy pants as he croaked an answer. “You. You are ma’am.”

Continuing to pump him, you moved your other hand up to cover his mouth, gently at first. “That’s right. Which means you do what I tell you, right?”

He nodded, letting out a soft whine that only made you tighten your grip over him.

“And I want you to cum. Cum for me lieutenant, right now.”

His hips rutted against you, and all it took was three more tugs, firm and heavy, until he was twitching in your palm, soaking the material beneath one palm while the other muffled a loud groan. You continued to tug on him through the orgasm, feeling stream after stream of thick, hot cum spill into his underpants as you did.

It took what seemed like minutes before he stilled, his breathing beginning to settle and his eyes fluttering open.

“Oh Jake,” you murmured, your voice saccharine as you removed your hands and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. “You came in your shorts.”

He looked down, those green eyes dancing on top of flushed cheeks. “I wonder how that happened? Guess I should go clean up before the guys start to ask where I am huh?” Jake leaned forward to kiss you but you moved out of his reach.

“No no, there’ll be no cleaning up Jake.” He raised an eyebrow as you continued. “After all, you were the one who wanted to bring the guys over and watch the game, I wouldn’t want you to miss another minute.”

“But babe I’ll be uncomfortable and -.”

You laughed gently, “You mean the great Hangman will be uncomfortable being reminded that he doesn’t call the shots? That he’s really just a desperate, needy slut that came all over himself because he was told?”

Jake pursed his lips and began to shake his head slowly, but the fire in his eyes was all lust as he adjusted himself and nodded sharply. “No ma’am.”

You planted a kiss on his lips and shared a grin with him as he headed back downstairs.

The TV didn’t get any quieter once he’d gone, but you’d given up on caring. The unfulfilled heat between your legs had sent the movie far, far from your mind and instead had you drawing slow circles on your clit through increasingly dampening panties as you tried to decide whether you could wait until the end of the game for the mind-blowing orgasm you knew you could expect from Jake, or whether you needed the temporary fix of your vibrator until the game was over. As the heat within you increased, you found yourself becoming more and more daring, visualising increasingly teasing ways to get what you wanted from Jake without having to wait all night. Eventually, a plan firmly in place in your mind, you changed and got to work.

I’ve been thinking, maybe I should get in on this football game after all.

The message was followed by a photo; you wearing a Longhorns baseball cap together with the black lacy lingerie you knew was his favourite.

The reply was almost immediate.

You come downstairs like that and I promise game night will be over!

You grinned to yourself, impressed at how well you knew your man.

Jake! Of course I wouldn’t come down like that when your friends are there. I’d need some clothes on too.

Another photo - this time with one of his khaki uniform shirts worn over the lingerie, falling part way down to your knees.

Fuck. I’m on my way back up.

No need. I need another drink. Meet me in the kitchen in two.

You threw your phone on the bed and crept down the stairs, excitement and lust pulsing though your veins as you hoped to God none of the other guys would go to the bathroom while you were out in the open dressed like this. As you passed the living room, you heard Jake speak,

“I’m out of beer. I think we have more in the garage - I’ll go check.”

It was enough to make you hurry, running silently past the door so that you were waiting for him in the kitchen when he arrived, looking you up and down with a sinfully readable expression visible on his face.

“Baby you-,”

You held out a hand and removed the cap, placing it on his head as you shook your hair free and began to whisper. “Ah ah lieutenant, don’t get too carried away, Make no mistake that I’m only down here because you missed one very important job while you were upstairs before, and that means you have some serious making up to do, do you understand?”

He swallowed and watched wordlessly as you moved to close the kitchen door then began to unbutton the shirt, slowly.

“You see, it’s all well and good you telling me how desperate you are for me. All good you following my orders like the good little sub you are. But Jake, I expect you to make me come, do you understand?”

Jake nodded, and you swore there was a hint of drool on those perfect pink lips.

“Use your words lieutenant, you’re never going to be an ace if you don’t respect the people in charge.”

“Yes ma’am,” he whispered, hands twitching at his sides as he fought the urge to touch you.

You nodded. “So here’s how this is gonna go. After you left me hanging up there - guess we know how you got your callsign after all - I had to do all the hard work myself, so I’ve already gotten myself nice and wet.” You slid a finger inside the lace of your panties and brought it back to your mouth, swirling your tongue around the wetness before sliding it inside your mouth and then letting it go with a soft pop. “But what I really need is to be fucked.” You slid your panties down your legs slowly, and watched his erection grow again as you stepped out of them completely and pulled him closer to you by the orange fabric of his shirt. “I thought about using a vibrator but why would I? When I have a perfect fuck toy down here just waiting to be used?” Your lips were less than an inch from his as you exhaled the next words, your pussy-scented breath heading straight into his mouth. “So your job is to fuck me. To make me come on your cock, do you understand?”

He nodded, “Yes ma’am.”

Your hand moved to grip his sharp jaw. “Good boy,” and you pulled him into a deep kiss.

Jake’s nails gripped your bare hips tight enough to bruise as he kissed you back with a ferocity that almost sent you over the edge in itself, moaning softly into your mouth as your tongue and teeth made quick work of reminding him who was boss. When you were done you pulled back, staring him straight in the eye as you hissed the next order. “Now fuck me.”

He didn’t have to be told twice, and when you turned around to lean forward against the table, his hands immediately found your hips again, lining himself up at your entrance and thrusting his sticky cock balls-deep between your lips.

You heard his breath catch in unison with yours, and the low voice that chided him was much more shaky than you had expected. “No noise lieutenant, your buddies are in the next room remember?”

When his eyes met yours in the kitchen window, you saw absolute an arrogant determination reflected back that only served to make your walls flutter.

“Tell me again, what was it you wanted to do to me on base?” You asked.

Again, Jake didn’t need further instruction, the hand that wasn’t digging into your hip coming up to pull a ponytail into your hair and tug hard enough to arch you backwards as he pulled you further onto his cock. You let out a quiet sob and began to pant faster and faster as he moved, his rock-hard length plunging again and again into the most sensitive parts of you as they drove your pleasure higher and higher.

“To bend you over and fuck you, with everyone else right through the wall. Pulling your hair. Covering your mouth if you made a noise as you came all over my cock.” He paused and ground against you, the change of motion enough to make you breathe out a moan. “Fill you full of my cum and then sneak you back out with it still dripping down your legs.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, your breath a continuous rhythm of sobs as you brought a hand to your clit, desperately trying to relieve the deliciously painful pleasure that was fast approaching breaking point.

“You feel that babe?” Jake hissed in your ear in a low, arrogant Texan drawl that his buddies next door would recognise as the absolute epitome of Hangman. “Feel how much I’m turning you on? How, even when you’re the boss, I can still turn you into a quivering wreck? Why do you think that is huh babe? Because I’m the best there is.”

He punctuated the last three words with hard snaps of his hips, bringing you right to the brink of your orgasm; so close that he was right - you physically quivered as you writhed your way off his cock and turned to face him, snatching the hat off his head. But it didn’t matter; there was only one person going to be in charge tonight.

“On your knees Seresin, put that mouth to use.”

If Jake was pissed at the change of plan, he didn’t show it, face splitting into a wide grin as he dropped to his knees and grasped your butt with one hand, pulling you closer and closer to him until his nose rubbed mercilessly at your clit while he feasted on your soaked slit as though it was his last meal. When he slid two fingers knuckle-deep into your cunt, curving them into just the right angle, it was just too much. You shoved a fist into your mouth, biting hard on the flesh to prevent yourself screaming as you exploded around him, spilling out onto his hand and face.

As you stood there panting, Jake only grinned up at you.

“Clean yourself up this time lieutenant,” You told him quietly, trying to control the tremble in your voice as you recovered yourself enough to button the shirt again and collect your panties from the floor.

On command, Jake licked his fingers clean and ran the back of a hand across his face to catch the remaining wetness.

“I’m going to go in there smelling of pussy.” He murmured as he climbed to his feet.

“Good, it’ll let them know who’s in charge.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And I’m going to go back in with a raging hard on.”

You shrugged and balled your panties up into your breast pocket. “Then I guess you’d better hurry up and send your buddies home once the game has finished so we can take care of that for you.” You stepped forward to kiss him, the tangy taste of yourself on his lips as you rubbed a hand softly over his crotch. “Now go back in there and tell the guys I’m sorry I’m not up to seeing them.” You put a hand on the door before turning back to him. “And Jake, don’t forget their beer or they’ll wonder what we’ve been doing.”

And like that you were back out of the room, tiptoeing quietly across the carpet and back up the stairs wondering if maybe a guys' night was exactly what you'd needed after all?