#grumbles as you make him get you McDonald’s at the ass of fuck in the morning

[emmyrosee]

The feminine urge to write non!curse au sukuna as super soft for his insignificant other but hides it under a wall of muscle and tattoos 💔

#the worst tickle monster #steals your snacks #kisses you in the middle of arguments bc you look so cute pouty #grumbles as you make him get you McDonald’s at the ass of fuck in the morning #and more 🫣 #so if you want this lmk

[satoruhour]

reader x toji where they hav an argument nd the reader dresses slutty and suddenly has plans at the club w her friends. but toji doesnt like that 🫣

a/n: IM HERE . IM HERE SORRY IVE BEEN RB-ING SO MANY THINGS !!!! but i promise im writing hahahaha. but also i dont owe anyone an explanation! enjoy anon!

wc: 1.4k

warnings: toji picks ur lock w/ a bobby pin lol, reader is a little mean LMFAO but #valid, dom!toji, pussy drunk tojiiiii, implied overstimulation, oral / cunnilingus (from the back + face-sitting + lying on ur back), exhibitionism? (reader is on call with her friends but her girls don’t know she’s getting eaten out!), implied unprotected p -> v sex @ the end, implied creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

“yeah— but you didn’t have to say it like that!” you huffed out at your boyfriend, or so you thought, because you probably had read too much into this relationship, heart tearing apart when toji simply said he was with his woman, with benefits while on the phone with shiu. 

you tsked when toji opened his mouth to explain, a distraught expression on his face that implied it was a slip of his mouth but even then you were relentless about the simple slip-up that meant a lot to you. it wasn’t often that toji had anything but an indifferent expression on him and you’d relish in his panicking face with a smug grin if it wasn’t for your rage.

“stupid fucker — still thinkin’ i’m just some bitch he fucks like he doesn’t whine for me in his sleep,” you grumble to yourself mindlessly later, phone blowing up from the messages from your friends while you scour through various outfits that slowly flood your bed. 

No way he said that!!!! Wtf???? Who does he think he is?

let’s bring u out tonight babe. wear sum cute

yeah!!. Let’s get ur mind off of that lame fella . he still kinda hot tho…

it’s messy and there’s a continuous clash of colour with each skirt or top you pull out and you groan in annoyance, so you take a shower — and it’s not all that better either, mulling over that dreaded sentence while lathering yourself up, while washing it off, getting dressed. it pisses you off so much that a man’s words can affect you so much, but that’s the price you pay when it comes to toji.

the toji who gives you a crushed, bloody bouquet after coming back from one of his dangerous missions, the toji who grumbles while he pushes the last nugget in the mcdonald’s box toward you despite loving it, the toji who likes to feel your body against his because he’s said that the mere sensation of you pressed up against him is enough to make him cum.

you scoff when you hear a knock on the door, in the midst of pulling an extremely short skirt up your hips with your ass basically peeking out from under it, paying it no mind before securing a tube around your bust.

“shut the fuck up!” you bark back when toji knocks again and there’s silence altogether, rolling your eyes when there’s a dramatic sigh from behind the wooden door and your feet naturally has you swerving away from the bed to open up the door, if not for the call from your girls that come in. the ringtone echoes throughout the room, distracting you from the professional work being done by toji with one of your bobby pins.

with phone on the bed, it’s led to your ass being propped up while you’re on your hands, butt facing the door with a full on display of your miniskirt and the very lacey underwear toji’s gotten for you for your anniversary. it was a petty move, you know — everything felt right when you pulled the material over your legs after your shower, not expecting yourself to pick up such a revealing bottom.

but now you know everything definitely felt right when those panties pooled at one of your ankles that hang off the bed while you’re trying not to whimper into the call with your girls who’s just so excited to see you. it’s a wonder they haven’t already heard the sloppy noises of toji eating it from the back, hands gripping onto your ass cheeks so hard they form bruises and you don’t have it in you to give a fuck when the other licks a hot, long stripe up your folds.

“left the house already, hon?” one of your friends ask and you’re gripping so tightly onto the phone that it hurts a little, not missing the way toji mumbles out that your pussy tastes as sweet as ever.

“uh— ah! n-not yet!” you squeal when toji smiles into your cunt and you absolutely hate how your hips shimmy toward him instinctively when your boyfriend pulls on your thighs to bring you closer, “i’ll leave soon, o-okay— mm—”

“babe?”

“okay bye!” you panic and press the large red button, hanging up immediately before your moans increase in volume immediately and your head dips into the bedsheets. the man eats pussy like a starved man, slobbering over your pussy while his nose just takes in your scent and arousal — something that’s gotten him hooked since day one. your leaking hole, your sensitive clit, your twitching thighs. god, toji loved every part of you and he was determined to fuck you better than a friend with benefits.

“’m sorry baby, mmfhh—” toji grunts into your core, “any chance ya could forgive your old man?”

the hold on your pride was getting looser and looser while your hands only clutch the sheets tighter and tighter, whimpers turning into a borderline scream when the man manoeuvres himself under you and yanks you down onto his face. your arms support your limp body instantly, hips moving with their own mind as you grind into toji’s tongue with breathless pants, rolling your pelvis over him and he groans at the feeling. toji doesn’t care that your miniskirt is in the way, eyes peeking out from the fabric and flitting over to you and your breath hitches cause you know he’s serious in earning back your forgiveness.

“not when— haah… you’re still saying i’m just some— w-whore you fuck.” you’re still a little bitter, but toji below you is enough to make you clench around nothing, high already approaching when he switches between sucking and nibbling and flicking his tongue at your bundle of nerves. 

“slip of the tongue, i promise, doll,” he talks into your drooling pussy, the vibrations sending chills up your body, hands flying to his hair to grab onto toji’s hair and pulling, “you’re my cute lil girlfriend, aren’t ya?” you hate how easily you nod your head, “mine to fuck, and mine to eat out, yeah?”

that sentence alone has you needing to lock eyes with toji just for a moment to see his lips curl up slyly, bottom half of his face soaked with your juices that your stomach contracts a little at the sight, a weak whimper leaving your lips.

“yeah…” you mumble out breathlessly and that’s all it takes for toji to go back to eating, quickly bringing that burning coil in your tummy again while slurping up your arousal. the room feels so hot and you’re sure you’re sweating through your outfit that you so carefully picked out that you’re peeling it off your body. your lover only wraps his larger arms around your thighs when he sees that your pretty tits are out, intoxicated on the thin layer of sweat lining your body and the curve of your upper body.

“toji, toji, toji—” you’re chanting his name like it’s a mantra, dizzy from the constant abuse toji does to your clit, pleasure shooting through your body when he moans around your cunt and you’re cumming with a moan of his name, thighs shivering around his head that he only laughs, humming into your core while you soak his sheets and skin. you’re just about prepared to get fucked when you catch a glimpse of toji’s hand palming his bulge, but that isn’t what toji has in mind when he changes positions again.

“taste s’good, baby,” toji groans, pulling apart your thighs that close from the sensitivity, “let me eat ya out until i’m forgiven.”

and all he can do is stick to his words whenever after each orgasm he pulls from you, you’re shaking your head like you’re saying you aren’t forgiven and he figures out your game soon enough, but whatever his girlfriend says, it goes. it’s just like that for toji who worships every part of you, a mistake rewarded well later when he taps his fat, leaking tip on your cunt and slips in easily from how many times he’s made you cum, reaching nirvana just from hearing your still-loud mewls leaving your worn-out body.

it’ll be something that will be burnt into his brain, forever, but toji doesn’t have time to think about that for now, so he just fucks you like he thinks a sorry man should fuck — deep into your cunt with the promise of being better and the need of giving you everything you ask for, even if it’s something as simple of wanting his cum in you.

whatever his princess wants, his princess gets.

i cannot go a day without mentioning breeding omfg im actually deranged

#anon #asks #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk headcanons #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro smut #toji imagine #jjk scenarios #jjk drabbles #jjk x you #fushiguro toji smut #fushiguro toji x you #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #jjk thirsts

[nolita-fairytale]

Carmy as Your Baby Daddy | Social Media AU & Headcanon Series | part three

part two | masterlist | part four me and @carmensberzattos are back again with more carmy as your baby daddy thots. no fr, this is pretty much just a leaked and edited version of our dms. telling people & your second trimester. #teambreaktheinternet

telling everyone at the bear is the most heartwarming and fluffy thing. tina absolutely knew the whole time. "i knew it!" she brags smugly. "what do you mean you knew?!" you exclaim while carmy looks perplexed. "just a feeling," she shrugs in her most 'i'm always right' tone of voice. "food poisoning, my ass."

richie's reaction is unexpected. while you think he'll say something snarky or crass, he has a much more emotional reaction. he gets quiet for a long time, and neither you nor carmy are going to say anything about the tears welling in his eyes. it's not till later, as you're getting ready to go, that he pulls you aside. "thank you for changing his life," he says, and you think it's the most genuine you've ever seen him.

the second restaurant, sydney's restaurant, is open and up-and-running, so you have to make your way there next. while carmy is working that night, you head over to the new restaurant with a cake you made that says 'best auntie ever.' it takes her a minute to realize that you're telling her that you're pregnant, and she practically stops any pre-shift duties as she tackles you in a hug while yelling: "we're having a baby!? we're having a baby!!!"

telling sugar and pete goes exactly as expected. sugar is so excited that their baby boy will have a cousin close in age to grow up with. "don't cry, pete," you all groan. (@carmensberzattos and I have a headcanon about this headcanon that sugar had a boy and named him michael 😭 and of course she asked carmy if it was ok before staking claim over the name).

while your first trimester is ROUGH, the fog begins to clear as you enter your second trimester. as your hormones change, the morning sickness is quickly replaced by a high sex drive and carmy can't get enough. it's everything: your hair is thicker, the pregnancy boobs are incredible, there's a glow about you and you just can't keep your hands off of him. the fact that he knows that you're carrying his child drives him absolutely wild. he is more than happy to help out when you're begging him to fuck you morning, noon, and night.

however, carmy gets all kinds of flustered when anyone else but you catches wind of how much sex you've been having. one day he shows up late to the restaurant and richie is laughing his ass of. "what's up?" "nothin'. just that you're late because you're gettin' some, cousin." and carmy is blushing beet red all the way down to his toes as richie shakes his head and says, "men can never resist a pregnant woman, cousin. tiff was the same way."

he comes home and grumbles about the long day he's had since richie's been so unprofessional all damn day. "so he knows you're gettin' some. what's the big deal, bear?" you ask him. "the big deal is... richie doesn't know when to shut the fuck up!" he huffs. "i hate to break it to you, baby, but i doubt anyone thinks you knocked me up by way of immaculate conception," you laugh, cheekily while running a hand over your belly, and he's blushing again.

ok but why is wearing overalls (in general, but also) while pregnant such a vibe?! you have a pair for your gardening and farm work, but your overall and dress collection expands dramatically when you start showing because all you want to do is be comfy.

you get an insatiable craving for trashy chicken nuggets. mcdonald's, sonic, dino nuggets made in the air fryer (or even just in the microwave), you name it! marcus makes fun of you considering you're married to a james beard award winning chef and yet all you want is fried chicken. carmy begins making you your own nugget sauces because, while he can't flip the bear into a drive-thru fast food chain, he CAN make a mean buffalo sauce, a homemade ranch, or a fancy beet ketchup.

you want to give the baby something gender neutral that you can refer to them as, still undecided about whether or not you want to find out. it slips out one day while carmy is talking to your belly before bed (because of course pete told him that was something he should do) and you're both a freaking mess when carmy calls them baby bear for the first time.

speaking of pete, he sees fatherhood as another way to connect with carmy. it's sweet, but in classic pete fashion, he's a tries a little too hard. he's in love with being a father and is more than happy to lend carmy books, recruit him for a daddy & me bootcamp, and asking the both of you if you want to hold his baby michael every chance he gets. while sugar pretends that she hates it (she loves it) you're more than happy to leave carmy with pete for the day. sure, it's annoying, and sure pete's A LOT, but it really IS sweet.

sugar insists on throwing you a baby shower and pete offers to help the two of you find a bigger apartment since you'll need more room. you decide to strike while the iron is hot (aka while you have the energy to) and the two of you move to a bigger unit in your building. you're most definitely wearing overalls and you're most definitely beginning to show. carmy doesn't want to let you lift anything where you have to remind him that you're pregnant, not breakable (which, still doesn't put his mind at ease). regardless, marcus, gary, sugar, and pete all come to help the two of you move on a saturday. (sydney is running a whole new damn restaurant so she's busy or she'd be there but she makes sure to send food over and stops by later to check in that night).

liz & maya send you the sweetest gift: a crocheted onesie with 'baby bear' embroidered on the front, while your parents have already purchased grandma and grandpa merch. they're on the first flight out as soon as soon as you and carmy facetime them and tell them the news.

carmy never misses a single doctor's appointment. it doesn't matter what shift he has to call out of or who he has to call in a favor with, he will be there. you have ultrasound photos everywhere: taped to the fridge, in your planner, in carmy's office at the restaurant, functioning as a bookmark in one of your books.

marcus runs a mean campaign to be godfather that would give any presidential candidate a run for their money. richie competes with him, partially just to stir the pot, and carmy has to talk him down, reminding him that he got to be the witness in your wedding. you make the argument that if anything ever happened to the two of you, you'd want your baby to grow up with a pastry chef for a parent-figure. "dark..." richie comments, shooting you a look, while you shrug it off with a laugh. "that was dark, babe," carmy says, nervously. "yeah the concept of godparents is dark, honey," you point out.

after going back and forth about it, you and carmy decide that you do want to know the gender of baby bear after all. when you finally share your decision with your OB, she's more than excited to share with you that you're having a girl. you and carmy, both teary-eyed, stare up at the ultrasound and declare that it's a new chapter for the berzatto family.

#social media au #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto #carmy x oc #the bear hulu #the bear fx #jeremy allen white #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto headcanon #the bear headcanon #carmy berzatto imagines #carmy berzatto fluff #comfort and chaos #still into you #make my heart surrender #Carmy as your baby daddy

[bucknastysbabe]

I’m lovin’ it - Aegon II

This is straight crack like I mean if you read this more than once you’re entitled to go do meth behind a strip mall and work overnight stocking. This is for Chris you big fat dirty white bitch why’d you take me off the motherfuckin schedule with yo triflin ass- @teamaemond

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Loser Stoner McDonald’s Worker!Aeg, modern universe, meet fuck, play place defiled more than usual, doggystyle, dirty talk, pnv!sex, I did not beta I just word vomited aggressively

A/N: based off the crazy ass anon that asked if Aegon would fuck in a McDonald’s play place and I couldn’t help but lose my shit

So McDonald’s wasn’t really twenty-four hours in your town. Too small. 10 o’clock would roll around and they usually had one or two workers and every machine was ‘broken’ by then. No really. They told you one time their hot was broken. You asked for coffee.

But you needed some coffee and some fries before going into an all-nighter studying at the local community college in the area. Hopefully the ‘hot’ wasn’t broken or the weird foot guy was working the night shift. You liked the stupid blonde, he was cute and flirty. Usually he would give you free stuff. Argan? Argon…something weird like that.

Walking into the desolate McDonald’s you breathed a sigh of relief at the blonde working tonight. No foot talks. He seemed bored and positively stoned out of his gourd, leaning against the counter. The man drawled, “How can I help you?”

You came closer and snatched at his name tag, making him yelp. Aegon. You snickered, “Aegon. What kinda name is that?” He grimaced and spat back, “A family one. I’m trying to go home early- so what’s the order.” He had a cute blush on his pale cheeks, pale orbs staring you down.

“Uh just a medium coffee and same for the fries. That’s all.”

“That’s a stupid order,” he commented while ringing it up.

You gave him a look, mouth gaping. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Aegon smirked, “I don’t know, I’m about to close, I have all this leftover food and you want a coffee and fries. That’ll be three-oh-eight.” You handed him a five and teased, “Why don’t you eat the leftovers? You’re like…high as balls right now.” Aegon’s lips pouted and he sniffed, “I’m not trying to be one of those fat fuck stoners.”

You raised a brow at his slightly softened midsection and stifled a laugh. Violet eyes narrowed at you and he turned around to make your food. Plopping yourself on the counter you asked, “Soooo, you got siblings?”

“Yes.”

“Are they blonde too.”

“…Yes.”

“Oh. I graduated with Aemond.”

“He’s a dick.”

You laughed and agreed wholeheartedly. Aegon handed you the coffee and fries, having grabbed himself some nuggets in the meantime. He grumbled, “I gotta close soon.” You shrugged, “You don’t want company?”

A brow raised, heat coming across his eyes, “What kind of company are we talking about babe?”

Well.

Aegon had his standard black pants down, fucking you bent over the likely germ infested ball pit of the play place. He said there were no cameras in there…which had to be a total liability. No matter the issue he could fuck and had a nice cock.

His warm hands gripped your hips as he panted in staccato breaths, moaning, “Fuuuck, you’re fucking tight!”

You haphazardly flailed across the balls, unable to gain purchase as he fucked pathetic little ‘ah ah ah’s’ out of you. Reaching back to grab a boney wrist you whined, “C-can we- fuckshit- pleaAse find another spot! I-I d-oooon’t want a needle in ME! Goddamn!”

Aegon laughed, stupidly composed in his situation as he eased you down to the padded floor, hand now on the small of your back to push towards a better angle. You cried out as his cock drug along your sweet spot, pulling and stretching all the right walls. The blonde swatted a hand across your bouncing ass, huffing, “God- you’re gonna make me blow too fast, sh-shit.”

One of his gorgeous hand snuck down between your thighs to get at your swollen clit, sometimes sliding around where his cock stretched your cunt out. You mewled at the obscene feeling, wailing his name. The walls of your pussy were fluttering now, ecstasy taking a hold of body and mind. Chewing on your bottom lip, you thrust back to meet Aegon’s hips in wet slaps, hoarsely moaning.

“Oh Christ,” he whimpered under his breath, tone still low and raspy. Your legs were shaking, Aegon having to pull you up to keep from sliding flush to the ground. He leaned over your sweaty back, cooing in your ear with a playful nip, “Feels that good huh? You’re a needy little thing.”

“‘M gonna cum,” you squeaked with frantic eyes.

He began to nip and lap at your neck, disgustingly hot.

His fingers pinched and tugged at your clit, sending you over the edge with a careening wail, seizing up and milking his thick cock with rhythmic squeezes. Aegon stuttered on a breath, gasping for air as he quickly pulled out and painted your ass with hot cum. The idiot fell back onto his ass, you laying flat on the floor now.

You panted, pussy throbbing in the best way. Aegon moaned in content, “Needed that.” Finally pushing yourself off the floor you retied your ponytail and scoffed, “Yeah I’m not getting any studying done tonight.”

Aegon laughed, an endearing giggle, full lips stretched into a smile. He cocked his head and offered, “We can make this a full time…deal if you wanna help me close up? I’ll make it worth your while.” Then he gave you a cringeworthy wink. You found yourself grinning uncontrollably at the loser, accepting his proposition.

Besides, what’s wrong with a good fuck in the McDonald’s play place from a hot blonde?

#crack fic #aegon ii targaryen #hotd fanfic #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader #hotd smut

[deadghosy]

Headcannons

because I’m sorta back to writing again-

College Modern AU

Vance-

You and Vance would always get caught by the dean sneaking out late at night, you two don’t give two shits as you always just laugh at the deans face.

Vance takes you out for night rides and stops by a gas stop for a quick snack as he knows how hungry you always are

You once accidentally tripped over Vance and Vance immediately pushed you off cause he said you were so heavy

“GAH” you yelled out as you fell on Vance. Vance immediately took you off his chest with a grunt as he yelled out “GET YA FAT ASS OFF ME YOU DUNCE!”

As silence hit you said one last time “so my ass is fat?-”

You got hit so hard by him that he apologized by giving you chips

Robin-

You and Robin are always chilling in his dorm as you rest your head on his lap as he has music playing in the background as he plays with your hair.

Robin would definitely sing songs he likes for you and plays them on his guitar (yeah I’m using his irl self as well 🙄)

You and robin would have movie nights watching horror movies. And if you are scared of horror movies he makes sure he holds you so you won’t be badly scared. If you aren’t scared of horror movies, you two make fun of horror movies.

Robin once had you wash his hair but you scrubbed his hair so hard soap flew in your eye, and god was that a memory.

“You’re scrubbing my head too hard Hermano/hermana..” robin warns glaring at you through the mirror as you have your tongue out concentrating. “does it look like I give a fuck?” You said mugging him. Robin shrugs not caring what happens next as he sees a small soap goes towards your (left/right) eye.

You screamed in lower case to not wake up the people by you as you let go of robin’s hair and kept rubbing your eyes hitting robin at the same time in pain. Robin grabbed your hands with a strong grip as he has an irritated face. “God why do I care about you so much…” he says grumbling as he gets water and gets some in your eye and blow into your eye. After your eye got better he has you having your head into his chest as he looks slight relived and annoyed at how stubborn you didn’t listen.

Billy-

Since this is the modern era, I don’t see him as a mail man or a paper boy. HE IS DEFINITELY A FUCKNG DOOR DASHER😾 YALL CANT TELL ME HE WONT

BILLY WOULD BE SO UNIMPRESSED IF YOU ORDERED DOOR DASH JUST TO SEE HIS FACE LMAO 😭

You had order McDonald’s as you seen Billy was your door dasher and smirked. You waited at least 20 minutes and you heard a knock at your door knowing it was Billy

You got off your bed and opens the door laughing at Billy as Billy has a face that says “stfu I’m just doing my job”

After you were done laughing you grabbed your food as Billy flipped you off as you stand there shook.

One time you and Billy were caught accidentally cuddling as they took a photo of you two. The photo was you two basically being close to each other with Billy having you close to his chest and him having his arms around your waist as you were just sleeping on your side.

Billy immediately grabbed that photo and ripped it, burned it, spit on it, and prayed no one seen it as he WOULD die of embarrassment. But it was funny as you were laughing your ass of seeing his face red as he destroyed the only evidence.

Finn-

He is definitely an A and B student and he would definitely help you study. He’s one of those tutors. I will reward you if you get an answer right. Let’s say for an example if you answer a math question right, he will give you an m&m.

He has your photo of you eating m&m with a happy look on your face as his Lock Screen.

Finn had had stop because you kept getting greedy and snatching them shits when he wasn’t looking. So no candy for you 🫵🏾😔

Finn and you have study dates, I mean it’s a study date for him but you don’t know that…yet. Finn WOULD definitely comb his hair and wear something nice for you to notice but he would be a nervous wreck to even compliment you as his face is red.

Finn seems sweet and all but if a frat boy tried to get too close to you without you wanting them too, he would use some of robins and Vance advice and protect you as in beating them up.

Yeah he fucked up that frat boy but the frat boy put up a good fight as he had a bruised nose and eye. You had to take him to your dorm and get ice.

Bruce-

HE DEFINITELY A BASEBALL COACH BUT IS NICE WITH TOUGH LOVE 😭

Definitely coaches little kids to inspire them to be like him or better. He definitely still does baseball which he loves to do and always will.

Bruce will take you around town to get lunch as he is that type of guy to be a ladies man and always will be the mature on in arguments.

One time you grabbed his bat because you seen a bug and immediately Bruce grabbed the bat from your hands and stomped the bug out for you.

You saw the most biggest spider in your life as you screamed a little and grabbed Bruce’s bat terrified. As you were about to swing it down Bruce immediately grabbed you pressing against you as he grabbed the bat out of your hands, putting one arm around your waist and stomp the bug disgusted.

“Dude….it was just a spider calm down.” Bruce says calmly still having his arm around you from behind as he feels you breathing heavy. “Sorry Bruce…*sighs* I just fucking hate bugs. You know that.” “Yeah I do..” it was Bruce’s turn to sigh next as he loosen his arm around you “just don’t grab my bat and grab me instead.” He said looking into your eyes wanting you to understand him.

….

“So you want me to swing you at the bug?”

“That’s not what I fucking said y/n.”

(Anyways thanks for reading this as I’m kinda back into tubmlr. So anyways my ghosts! Have a good night/ day and stay safe!)

#the black phone x reader #black phone x reader #finney shaw #finney blake #bruce yamada #robin arellano x reader #finney x reader #robin arellano #miguel x reader #vance hopper x reader #headcannons #miguel cazarez mora #mason thames #the black phone #the black phone 2022 #vance the black phone #short story #black writer #short stories #short Headcannons #short imagines #short imagine #vance hopper x you #tbp finney #finney blake x reader #DEADGHOSY

[amethysttribble]

Blinding, Scorching, Fleeting and Alive

@feanorianweek Entry 3: Celegorm (+ Caranthir)- Hunting

Caranthir and Celegorm are different as can be. They don’t really understand each other. But they’re bound together, through it. Even if ‘all’ is just a stroll through the market

This one goes out to my sister, whose birthday was recently, who to this day drags my ass out of the house and to McDonalds to go get a McFlurry ‘just cause’.

Tyelkormo spied Carnistir sneaking through the back door from his perch atop the kitchen cabinets and cried, “Oh, thank fuck, you’re here!”

His brother- in the same clothes he was in yesterday, now in complete disarray- startled, but zeroed in on him in an instant with those hawk-eyes of his. Moryo’s face twisted up in anger and he reached for a bowl of fruit. Then, he chucked an orange at Tyelkormo’s head.

“You jackass!” he snapped.

Tyelkormo laughed as he held up his hands to bat the orange away. Carnistir was quick enough to catch the orange on its way back down, and for a second he seemed about ready to throw it again. After a moment, though, he sagged and turned away, grumbling something to himself that Tyelkormo could not be bothered to understand.

As Moryo begrudgingly peeled his orange, Tyelkormo understood everything he was trying to say through his hunched shoulders and unusually unsteady fingers.

“So precisely how hungover are you?”

“Screw you, not all of us can be paragons of virtue and stamina.”

Tyelkormo laughed again, and swung his legs around to gracefully jump from on top of the cabinets. Once he was on the ground, he was quick to hop up onto the table that Carnistir had taken a seat at. 

“I meant less in the sense of alcohol, and more in the sense of what did Lanye do to you last night?”

Carnistir levied a hefty glare- a very impressive expression, as it was partly inherited from Mother and partly inherited from Father, and all around violent- but Tyelkormo was not to be intimidated. It was rare that he truly got to tease Moryo about his long-distance, on-again-off-again lady love. He was going to make the most of the time this summer.

“Not all of us,” Carnistir huffed, “are so blinded by divinity that we ignore a good thing in front of us. She can do whatever she wants to me.”

Tyelkormo kicked him under the table, and muttered, “Ass,” but he was on a roll now.

“And you’re hardly better, hunting Maia instead of elfmaids or even deer when you’re away. Don’t think I don’t see you ‘practicing’ your Valarin ‘calligraphy’, writing letters to your new favorite huntsman, staring mournfully off in the distance. ‘Oh, Tilion, how I miss you, if only my cruel father hadn’t torn us apart-’”

“Okay!” Tyelkormo cried, kicking him again, harder.

Their cheeks were a matching color of red, which was never a good thing. Carnistir was laughing at him, in between throwing orange slices in his mouth.

“Do you actually want to do something with the day, or are you going to be boring?” he demanded, trying to change the subject. He didn’t like talking to his family about Tilion, Lord Orome, or the Hunt in general. Not even with Mother and Carnistir. It was just… that was private. Sacred. His. 

“I want to crawl into bed and be hungover with my day. I don’t know what Lanye’s been experimenting with and growing lately, but that stuff was potent. I feel like half my brain is still numb from the smoke.”

“What I’m hearing,” Tyelkormo said, an idea alighting in his mind, “is that you’ll need to avoid Father all day.”

Carnistir pulled a face.

They both knew that if Father caught wind that Moryo had smoked and drank and kissed his way into a new day stupor that made it hurt to think, the teasing would be relentless. He’d be asked to recite to the first twelve stanzas of Rumil’s ‘On the Talking Things’. He’d be told to come assist with solving that new logic theorem. Mother might join in and require him to help the twins with arithmetic.

“What do you have in mind?” Carnistir grouched. Anything to get out of the house and away from their sadistic and easily amused parents.

“Let’s go to the market!” Tyelkormo exclaimed, grin massive.

Moryo groaned, slouching in his chair and starting to suck orange juice off his fingers. Tyelkormo just leaned in closer.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. We’ll get you a coffee, or a millkshake, or a shot of-”

“Is your only strategy to ply me with drinks?”

“I’ll get you a donut.”

Carnistir made a whining sound again, slumping down further an covering his eyes with his hand. Miserably, he said, “Why do you even want to go to the market?”

Tyelkormo shrugged. He didn’t really have a reason.

“Laurelin light. People. Move my legs.”

Slowly, Carnisitr began to peek at him from behind his hand, widening his fingers. Tyelkormo met his assessing glare with a smile, and waited. His little brother was an old grump. But he was just too damn easy- easy to manipulate, easy to tease, easy with drinks, drugs, and girls- for his own good.

Or, rather, as Moryo sat up and snapped, “Oh, fine!” Tyelkormo should perhaps say, his closest brother had a generous heart. But nah. He’d been too grouchy to deserve that.

Tyelkormo shot to his feet and cheered, grabbed Moryo, grabbed a nearby wicker basket, and bounded out the door. 

“At least let me change,” he whined, but Tyelkormo was set and determined. He dragged them onto the path towards the town of Formenos. Only once their feet crunched over gravel- Carnisitr in his sandals and Tyelkormo barefoot- did he release his grip on his brother’s arm.

He started walking forward.

“I hope you know I love you,” Moryo grumbled from behind him, slowly trudging along. “That I love you so much, that I’ll let you drag me into town for no good reason. Are you listening to me, Turko? I said I love you!”

“Thank you, Moryo,” Tyelkormo trilled, laughing slightly to himself.

“You better be.”

He ignored Carnistir’s continued complaining and turned his head up towards the sky. The air was thick with moisture, and Laurelin was warmer than usual today. The Two Trees were probably beginning to flower, in that case. Every home in Tirion, Alqualonde, and Valmar would be covered in petals by the time their summer ended, and many were probably making pilgrimages to Ezellohar, at this very moment.

At this moment, as Tyelkormo and Carnistir walked further into the wild mountains of the northwest. They could still see the branches of Laurelin and Telperion rising in the distance, just barely. Beautiful.

“It’s a great day,” Tyelkormo declared, slowing his walk to lag behind and sling an arm around Moryo’s shoulders. “Isn’t it a great day? The weather’s so nice. Aren’t you glad to be out and about?”

“I’ve been out and about, I’m tired,” Carnistir sighed, leaning his head against Tyelkormo’s shoulder. 

“Thank you for coming with me.”

“Shut up.”

In companionable silence, they walked the several miles into town, aiming for the high walls of Formenos. This feat of architecture was beautiful in its own way, Little Curufinwe was always sure to tell him, the walls high and beautiful and intricately decorated. Gems and precious metals created a shimmering mural, showing off the wealth and skill of this region’s inhabitants. One of Mother and Father’s great friends, Lady Lilotea, had designed these walls long before Tyelkormo and his brothers were born.

This time of day, with Laurelin blooming and vibrant, the walls were almost hard to look at. Carnistir certainly cringed away from the sight. But they were noticed and greeted from afar by the gate manager- responsible for tracking who and what entered Formenos, for trade and politics’ sake- and quickly ushered in.

There was a little bowing and a little expressed pleasure, and then they were on their way, towards the market.

“I do miss Tirion’s library whenever we’re here,” Carnistir said, “but the lack of pomp is much appreciated. It’s funny, I think Formenos knows us better than Tirion.”

Tyelkormo hummed in consideration.

He supposed that was fair. They spent so much time up here as children, half-raised in the desolate north. Nolofinwe used to comment that it explained why his half-brother’s sons were ‘half-wild’. He and Carnistir navigated the streets of Formenos with ease, because they used to run up and down them, chasing after local children and being chased in turn. 

Father so rarely went to court then, far too busy with the arts college he and Mother established here. Too busy recruiting artisans from across Valinor to teach, take apprentices, and refine their craft. In those days, often they would be left to run free while Mother or Father was away for a time, only returning to Tirion for important functions or when Grandfather missed them.

Specifically, though, that was the childhood Tyelkormo and Carnistir shared. He was given to understand things were different with Maitimo and Macalaure- that Mother and Father hardly stopped moving when they were young. Little Curufinwe and Ambarussa were experiencing another childhood all together, and sometimes it worried Tyelkormo.

Would they be happy? Well adjusted? Close with one another?

These questions kept him looking back home, even when he was with the Hunt. He worried for his little brothers. Except for Carnistir. He knew how to take care of himself.

Why, they’d barely reached the edge of the veritable field of tents and stalls, when he broke off to trade a merchant for a cup of coffee. Carnistir got his much needed boost, and the merchant received a proverb.

“Prefer knowledge to wealth, for one is transitory, the other eternal.”

Tyelkormo chuckled, as did the merchant, who sent Carnistir on his way. When he met Tyelkormo’s eyes there was a sly, pleased grin on his face. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” Tyelkormo laughed, “I don’t understand you philosopher types.”

“I know you don’t,” Carnisitr said, smug. “You only understand the language of beasts, but the Wise Elves appreciate wisdom. There is no end to the material in Valinor, but cleverness is in short supply.”

“Blah, blah,” he replied, flicking his brother on the forehead. “So clever, but not clever enough to know that Elves are also beasts.”

“Our mastery of language and reason sets us apart from beasts, that’s been proven again and again. Did you read nothing at university? I mean it, Turko, I wonder sometimes where Mother and Father picked you up.”

Sometimes Tyelkormo wondered where his erudite parents picked him up, too. His brand of skills was so very different… The self-sufficient Noldor did not appreciate them quite so much.

Rather than dredge that up- that was for drinking from the bottle with Moryo, collapsed in the same bed, sad and miserable and not alone- Tyelkormo rolled his eyes and mocked, “So reasonable, so well spoken. Yet all the answers you search for are at that university. There are other ways of understanding the Song, you know.”

“I don’t want to understand the Song,” Carnisitr laughed, talking a sip of his coffee. He was perking up now. “I want to understand life.”

And life certainly breathed in Formenos. There were colors and smells and sounds and people surrounding them at every avenue, something new to look at in every corner. Tyelkormo was so curious to see what they might find; Carnistir had always been curious too.

As he could not find it in him to bicker anymore on such a glorious day, Tyelkormo took Carnistir’s arm again and started wandering. 

Together, they meandered through the stalls, looking at wares and sideshows and people. Often, Tyelkormo would stop to look at carved tokens, unrefined materials, taxidermied animals and leather goods. For a little pink granite statue of a horse that reminded him of Nahar, he traded two dozen fine partridge feathers that he’d kept on his person for precisely this purpose. Once they walked away, he placed the statue to his lips and breathed out a prayer.

Carnistir looked unimpressed but didn’t say anything.

He was more interested in the stalls set up with people offering advice, readings of the past and future, and debate. There was an entire corner set aside for the purveyors of words, and Tyelkormo spent an hour loitering behind his brother’s shoulder as he bandied words back and forth with philosophers, soothsayers, and just simply, ‘the wise’.  At one point, Carnisitr was led into a rousing discussion with one nis about the role of the Ainur in their society.

About whether their connection to Iluvatar constituted their being considered a different class of citizens, or if they and their kingdoms should be brought down to the levels of Elves, just one more group among Teler, Noldor, and Vanyar.

This one drew a crowd, even though Carnistir and his conversational partner were in almost complete agreement- they only differed on the details on how to ‘dismantle’ the ‘religiosity’ of their role in society; and about whether it would just be better to leave Valinor- and Tyelkormo felt he had to excuse himself. From the first word, he had felt his blood rising, heat being pumped out of his lungs as anger and indignation and hurt emerged. But there was a difference between picking a fight with his brother at home and doing so in public.

Picking a fight with the public, which in Formenos almost unilaterally agreed with Father’s ideals.

Father always said that they must present a united front. That they could forever disagree in private, but never be divided in the eyes of their enemies- or even their friends. They were a family, after all. It was a horrible thing to fight with ones brothers.

That was usually the point where Mother said something sly about Nolofinwe or Arafinwe, but even hasty Tyelkormo knew that was a pointless fight.

Half-brothers were not true brothers. Tyelkormo knew this to be true, because when Carnistir infuriated him, he walked away. He found a stall selling donuts and bought two. He went and sat next to the fountain until the crowd in the distanced dispersed, and listened to birds chatter and argue, rather than Elves. 

Nolofinwe would never afford Father that grace; Tyelkormo could also admit that Father didn’t really extend it either. But that was because they weren’t really brothers. They didn’t know how these issues should be resolved.

He’d beat the shit out of Moryo later.

It wasn’t long after people went back to their business that Carnistir found him. Flushed and happy, he took a seat next to him, and only when Tyelkormo passed him the powdered donut he got- traded a patch of mint he’d picked this morning for- did he look sheepish.

“I didn’t mean anything by it for you,” Carnistir said.

“Uh huh,” he mumbled, raising a doubtful eyebrow.

“I’m serious,” Moryo said through a mouthful of dough as he ripped into his treat. “If we stay, nothing has to change in practice, just perception.”

“What if that’s my perception?”

“People should be allowed to opt in, not-”

“We do opt in!” Tyelkormo snapped, teeth bared. People looking at them. He turned away from his brother with a snarl and took a vicious bite of the donut.

It was fucking delicious.

For a long time, they were quiet. They ate in silence, each angry. Tyelkormo could practically feel the steam rising off of Moryo. Eventually, his brother ventured to say, very quietly-

“Think of it from my perspective. Every time we search for answers, we get told that the answers are already there. What are you even asking for? It’s exhausting, because the answers offered by the Ainur perspective are limited; us at the university, we’re searching for something deeper. But every debate just gets sent up to the Valar, and then it’s over. It shouldn’t be that way. We shouldn’t be expected to rely on them for every matter academic, moral, and political. We shouldn't be chastened when we don’t, and we are chastened, Turko, just last year-”

“I know.”

Tyelkormo let out a ragged sigh.

“I don’t have an answer,” he said, irritated. “I’m not clever like you are, Moryo. It’s complicated. I just know what I feel.”

“Yeah, well…” Carnistir said, and it sounded like every word pained him. “I’m not clever like you are. And it is complicated. I just… I guess we’re all hunting for answers. In different ways.”

Again they lapsed into silence, but this time the tension had been drained some. Tyelkormo was the one to break there peace, saying-

“I’m still going to kick your ass for that later.”

“That’s fine,” Carnistir said. “I’ll make sure to knee you in the groin. Hey, you want to go crash at Lanye’s house for lunch?”

Like a blue sky breaking from clouds, Tyelkormo threw his head back and laughed. Just like that, all was forgotten.

“Sure,” he said, hopping to his feet. “Let’s go visit your girl. I want to see if she has as many hickeys as you do. Are you ever going to marry her, Moryo?”

“Of course,” Carnistir said, a sickeningly smitten smile on his face. “We’re in love.”

#i have not reread this but I think this one's really good #celegorm #caranthir #the silmarillion #tolkien #fanfic #tribble post #feanorianweek

[lilypadlys]

Taming of the Brat

“You bratted all day. Made yourself such a pain in my ass and you think you deserve a treat.” Swiss tsked, shaking his head. “You take what I give you and you be grateful for it.”

Dew’s bottom lip quivered and he looked so pathetic Swiss had to bite back a laugh. “O-okay.”

Summary: Dew spends all day bratting. Swiss makes sure he gets what's coming to him.

Ship: Dewdrop/Swiss

Word Count: 2,400

Rating: Mature

Tags: Dom/Sub, teasing, orgasm delay/denial, blow jobs, hair pulling, masturbation, cum eating, Dewdrop is a little shit

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Dew woke up in a mood and he decided to make it Swiss’ problem. It started at breakfast and had been going on ever since, getting progressively worse as the day continued.

Swiss had stumbled downstairs and trudged sleepily into the hotel breakfast nook. He’d been attempting to grab a cup of coffee, requiring the caffeine to live at this point in the tour. Out of nowhere, Dew hip checked him, sending his fortunately empty paper cup flying to bean poor Rain in the head.

Both Swiss and Rain whirled around, the former angry and the latter confused. Dew was already skirting away out of range for retaliation. Swiss grumbled but waved it off, stomping over to grab a fresh cup and make himself coffee. Swiss ignored Dew when he tried to trip him on his way into the seating area. He ignored Dew when he started waving at Swiss to sit with him. He especially ignored Dew’s pout as he sat himself down across the room, as far away as possible. Dew would not be getting Swiss’ sympathy today.

Swiss listened much more intently than usual to Copia’s daily speech of announcements, venue location, ETA, and the like, despite Dew’s attempts to distract him. Dew got as far as accidentally knocking over a full cup of orange juice onto the hotel's expensive looking carpet before a stern look from Copia made him back off.

When they finally boarded the buses, Swiss sat on the opposite end of the bus from the rampaging fire ghoul. Dew, cowed for the moment, just rolled his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and proceeded to go bother Rain instead.

The ride was mostly quiet. As quiet as they ever were anyway. Eight caffeine charged hell beasts crammed into a confined space for hours at a time isn’t the best recipe for a peaceful commute. After the band stopped for lunch, terrorizing a handful of McDonald's employees in the process, Swiss decided to nap. It was another couple hours till they reached the venue so a nap would pass the time quite well.

He scrunched down in his seat as best as he could and rested his head on the window pane. He let the steady rumble of the bus rock him to sleep.

His nap was quite nice actually. This is, until he began to dream that he was being repeatedly beaned in the face with guitar picks thrown by his band mates. A particularly hard smack jolted him out of sleep.

The smacking feeling didn’t stop now that he was awake. Swiss looked over to find Dew perched on his haunches in the neighboring seat, smacking him in the face with the spade of his tail. He wore a shit eating grin.

“Heyyyy Swiss.”

“What?” Swiss grumbled exasperatedly.

“I’m bored.”

“And? Why should I care?”

Dew just shrugged. Then he went flying into the aisle as Swiss shoved him away.

“Go. Away. Go be someone else’s problem for a while.”

“Well,” Dew mused from the floor. “I tried to bother Rain but he said to fuck off or else. And the girls already told me to leave them alone too or else they’d throw me off the bus.”

“What about Aether and Mountain. I’m sure they’d love to deal with you.”

“Are you insane?! That sounds like a one way trip back to the pit.” Dew sounded completely serious.

Swiss exhaled through gritted teeth. “You’re worried about bothering Aeth and Mount but I’m fair game? Get out of my sight before I throw you off the bus myself.”

Dew had the audacity to smirk in a make me kinda way. He quickly retreated though when Swiss started to stand up.

“Alright alright.” Dew relented, hands up and palms facing out. “We get to the venue in about twenty by the way.”

“Thanks.” Swiss sighed. No time to finish his nap then. He slumped back down and spent the rest of the ride staring out the window and grumbling to himself.

As the buses entered the venue parking lot, Copia stood up from his place at the front of the bus and began his pre-ritual speech. Don’t break things, be in costume and backstage by x time, do not make out with fans we are not having a repeat of the incident, make sure your instruments are set up and ready; the usual.

Swiss nodded along and as soon as Copia finished he was off the bus like a shot.

“Swiss? Are you okay?” Copia called after him.

Dew trotted by next. “I dunno what’s gotten into him.” He shrugged, already making to follow after.

Copia gave him a suspicious look and sighed. “Behave Dewdrop.”

“Yeah yeah.” Dew waved before slinking off.

Swiss got about five minutes of peace in the green rooms before the rest of the band came in noisily, chatting and laughing.

From that point on, Dew was constantly underfoot. Swiss couldn’t escape him. In the dressing rooms, backstage; the little shit even followed him to the bathroom. Dew couldn’t do much to cause actual problems; Copia was watching him like a hawk. But he was always there. Even during the show.

Whenever possible, Dew planted himself right in front of Swiss’ platform, only moving when his blocking required it. He would quickly return, ensuring he was in Swiss’ field of view but always just out of arm's length.

It was driving Swiss insane. The fire ghoul was asking for it. Had been all day, but Swiss couldn’t do anything about it. Not until after the show was over and they were back at the hotel.

Well, maybe not quite that long, Swiss mused. It wouldn’t hurt to get things started sooner. Swiss glued himself to Dew’s side during bows, watching him out of the corner of his eye. The second the band filed backstage, Swiss grabbed Dew by the scruff before he could sneak away.

“You're rooming with me tonight, Droplet.”

Dew could see that from the look in Swiss’ eyes that he meant business. Still he toed the line. “But I wanna room with Rain tonight.” He whined. “I already talked to him and-”

“It wasn’t a question Dewy.” Swiss snarled. “You don’t get a choice. Unless…” Swiss tutted. “If you can’t handle it, I guess I’ll have to room with Mountain instead.”

“No no! It’s fine. I’ll let Rain know.”

“You do that.” Swiss stomped away already knowing Dew would be following close behind.

When Swiss boarded the bus, he went back to purposefully ignoring Dew. It was about a thirty minute trip to the hotel but he pretended to fall asleep all the same. In truth he was watching Dew through barely opened lids. He reveled in watching Dew squirm.

They reached the hotel and Swiss was the first on his feet, causing Dew to flinch in surprise. He laid a hand on the fire ghoul’s shoulder and smiled cheerfully. Only his tight grip betrayed his true intentions. “Let's head inside.”

Dew attempted a nonchalant shrug but his voice came out as a squeak. “O-kay.”

Swiss steered him outside, only letting go long enough for both of them to grab their stuff from the baggage compartments. They entered the hotel lobby to find Copia thanking the receptionist and taking a stack of room keys.

“Dew is gonna room with me tonight.” Swiss announced.

Copia looked between the two ghouls, Dew with a slightly tense expression, and Swiss with an amused one. He shrugged, handing over two keycards. “Make sure he can still walk in the morning alright?”

Swiss gave a mock salute while Dew gaped. Then in one fluid motion, Swiss scooped Dew up, threw him over his shoulder, and hauled him to the room kicking and squirming.

Swiss opened the door to their room, a task made awkward when balancing a feisty fire ghoul and both of their overnight bags. Still he managed and slipped into the room.

Closing the door with his foot, Swiss dropped the bags by the entryway. He strode over to the bed where he deposited Dew roughly, not unlike their luggage.

He tipped Dew’s chin up with a finger so that they made eye contact. “If you need me to stop, you know the safe word. Now strip and kneel on the floor. Face the bed. Now.”

Dew picked himself up as haughtily as he could and stripped, rolling his eyes the whole time. That earned him a sharp open palmed smack across the cheek.

“Hurry it up. You're just making it worse for yourself.”

Dew flushed violet to match the mark on his face but hurried up. He tossed his discarded clothes to the side and kneeled. He dropped his glamour as well, revealing his horns and tail. He looked up at Swiss as if to say, now what?

Swiss unlaced his own mask and tossed it aside and dropped his own glamour, before staring down at Dew. He nodded in approval but his tail whipped back and forth in a predatory fashion. He sharply grabbed Dew’s chin and pulled him into a messy kiss.

Swiss bit at Dew’s bottom lip with his fangs not caring if he drew blood. He controlled the kiss, shoving his tongue down Dew’s throat not caring if he choked. Only when he felt Dew’s hands tangle in his hair did Swiss pull away.

“Ah ah. Hands on your thighs. Keep them there.”

Dew risked a cheeky tug on Swiss’ hair before removing his hands and placing them on either leg.

Swiss grabbed Dew’s chin again. “Now are you going to be a good boy?”

Dew went to shrug until Swiss dug his claws in. Instead he nodded.

“Words Dewy.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good.” Swiss cooed, rubbing his thumb over Dew’s lips. He pulled him into a soft, chaste kiss before exploring Dew’s body with his hands and tongue.

Swiss left purple marks everywhere, Dew’s neck, his pecs, his ribs, his thighs. He rolled a pierced nipple in one hand while sucking at and nipping the other to revel in the choked out noises of pleasure that he wrung from the fire ghoul.

Swiss touched and mouthed over every part of Dew’s body except for the place he wanted it most. Needed it, even. Dew had begun to whine and his cock was flushed a deep purple.

“Hmm, I bet that hurts.” Swiss teased.

Dew nodded frantically. “Yes. Please?”

“Please what. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want.”

“Please touch me.”

Swiss pulled a confused expression. “I have been.”

“No, I mean-”

“No? I’m quite sure I have. If you want me to stop though.” Swiss smirked as he saw the desperate look in the fire ghoul’s eyes.

“Please touch my cock. Let me cum please.”

“There we go.” Swiss cooed. “So polite even. Hmm, you think you deserve to cum?”

“Please.”

“You bratted all day. Made yourself such a pain in my ass and you think you deserve a treat.” Swiss tsked, shaking his head. “You take what I give you and you be grateful for it.”

Dew’s bottom lip quivered and he looked so pathetic Swiss had to bite back a laugh. “O-okay.”

Swiss did laugh then at the crack in Dew’s voice. He unzipped his pants and freed his cock, swollen with arousal at Dew’s display. He sat down on the edge of the bed and shoved his crotch in Dew’s face. “Make yourself useful.”

Dew latched on with fervor, bravely attempting to take Swiss’s whole length down right off the bat. When he began to gag, he pulled off, kitten licking the whole way back to the tip. He looked up at the multi ghoul.

Swiss boredly waved his hand in a motion to continue. He didn’t thrust into Dew’s mouth to abuse his throat, just basked in the pleasure as the fire ghoul worked. In truth the disinterest was only feigned and Swiss had to fight to keep his features neutral. Dew was amazing at this and Swiss tried to get him to do it whenever he could.

Dew was well aware of this and he watched for the subtle signs of Swiss falling apart above him. He could ignore his own desire for a little longer, fueled by a need to break Swiss’ facade. He felt a burst of triumph when he licked over his slit, and Swiss couldn’t stop the hiss of pleasure he let out. Dew took him down again, more successfully this time and he felt the multi ghoul’s thighs begin to quiver.

Swiss felt his end coming and fought to regain control over the situation. He pulled out of Dew’s hot wet mouth just in time to cum all over his face and bare chest. Swiss stroked himself through it, until the last rope of cum dribbled out to paint the fire ghoul at his feet.

The pleading look returned to Dew’s eyes then. “Did I do good?”

“Yes droplet. Very.” Swiss said, stroking Dew’s head, genuine satisfaction in his voice.

“Then can I-”

The ice was back in Swiss’s voice. He yanked on Dew’s hair, hard. “You’re still going on about that? If you want to cum so bad, do it yourself.”

Permission granted, Dew’s hands flew from his legs to his cock, stroking himself furiously. It didn’t take long before Dew’s cum added to the mess on the floor.

Swiss thanked Satan for the hardwood flooring. No cleaning bill and lecture for soiling expensive carpet. It also gave him an idea.

“I’m going to go shower. You are going to stay here and clean up your mess.” Swiss turned and strode towards the bathroom. Then he stopped and called over his shoulder, “I mean it. Every drop. If the floor isn’t spotless by the time I come back, I’m making you go on stage tomorrow with a plug up your ass.”

Swiss shut himself in the bathroom as Dew began to lap at the floor with his tongue, swiping up the pools of drying cum.

Swiss wouldn’t actually shower. He’d wait ten minutes before returning to check on Dew and praise him for being good. He’d help the fucked out fire ghoul into the shower and get him cleaned up. Then they would curl up in bed, Swiss rubbing Dew’s back and scratching his head until he fell asleep.

First though, one last punishment to get his point across.

#the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #smut #spicy tag #ghost fanfiction #Lys writes

[bellysoupset]

Can we get one with Jonah suddenly pass out sick at a mall hangout with Vince and Lucas with Lucas as the caretaker?

Thank you for the request! I hope this one lives up to the expectation.

Why were they blasting Christmas songs in October?

Jonah buried his face in his hands, rubbing his temples. What had started as a good day had quickly downgraded to him feeling like death.

He had been in a good mood, so when Vince had texted that morning and asked him to help him pick a suit, he had agreed with just the amount of complaints necessary to solidify his bitchy reputation.

The problem was... Vince was huge. Not only he was tall, but he was large and all the big suits only made him look fat, which was not the look he was after. So a quick shopping trip had turned into nearly three hours of incessant music blasting, Lucas rambling non stop and Vince bitching about being poked and measured.

They had taken a lunch break around two PM, one that Jonah was now regretting as the McDonald fries and big mac were settling heavy on his gut, sending up little greasy burps that offered no relief.

He rubbed at the side of his stomach, belched in his mouth and felt a pressure start to build in his head, like there was an elastic band around his temples.

"I look... So ridiculous," Vince whined and Lucas chuckled.

"So no different from every other day?"

"Eat my ass, Luke."

"Can't, I got a girlfriend," Lucas retorted sharply and Jonah rolled his eyes at their interaction, just wanting for Vince to be done already.

"If you stopped moving around, you'd make Soraya's work much easier," he said, looking at the poor seamstress who was struggling to pin the fabric in the perfect way without fully fucking with the suit or poking Vince.

"I'm not moving around," Vince grumbled, then crossed his arms and promptly a pin flew out, causing Soraya, who was hemming his pants, to let out a heavy sigh of her own.

Jonah only raised an eyebrow, as if saying point in case. He closed his eyes as vertigo got thrown into the mix of general malaise. His food sloshed into his stomach and he felt cold sweat run down his spine.

"Why do you even need a suit anyway? Isn't it your grandma's birhday? Just go wearing a button up," Lucas said to his left. Jonah fanned himself. Even with the AC blasting, he felt like the room was stuffy.

"It's my bisnonna's birthday," Vince corrected and his accent, that normally wasn't there, came back with full force, "she's turning 102, it's going to be a huge thing."

Jonah grabbed at the couch's cushion and shut his eyes, trying to ride out the wave of nausea and dizziness that hit him. He vaguely heard as the other two continued to talk... His mouth filled with sweet saliva, tasting a lot like pickles and he swallowed in the urge to gag. God, he had to get out of the store before he vomited in their fluffy rug.

Dizzily, Jonah opened his eyes and pushed himself up, only for the change of positions to send all of his blood down. He heard a sharp ringing on his ears and winced, blinking like crazy to try and situate himself.

Vince was saying something to him, because he could see his mouth closing around "Jon?", but he couldn't hear him over the thumping in his ears. Jonah groaned, took one step towards the exit - and then the small black spots that had already been dancing in his vision clung to one another and everything went dark.

He came back to with his head resting on Lucas' lap, of all fucking places. The man was hoovering over him anxiously, green eyes filled with concern and once Jonah blinked, he raised his head and shouted, "he's awake!"

Vince came into view soon after, his face a perfect mask of worry, but that he hid away once he saw Jonah blinking dizzily to ground himself.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Johnny boy," he said in a teasing manner, but Jonah heard all of the worry in his voice, "how are you feeling?"

"Uhm-" Jon grabbed at Lucas' shoulder and pushed himself sitting up, only for Lucas to plant a hand on his back and say sweetly, "easy... Take it easy."

Jonah groaned, moving away from the touch and cradling his head, "... I'm sorry, I'm fine now."

Vince let out a scoff and he could practically hear Lucas eye rolling. Vin sat down in front of him, "what's wrong? You're not feverish, we checked."

"Are you dizzy?" Lucas asked, then, without any consent or invitation, planted a hand on his neck, feeling his throat around, "Jon?"

"Stop touching me," Jonah slapped his hand away, "I think my blood pressure just dropped, I'm fine."

"Totally fine, I too pass out at the mall weekly," Vince mocked, then looked past his shoulder, "you can take him home?"

"I don't need anyone to take me home, I'm not a toddler."

"Then stop behaving like one," Lucas flicked at his ear, "you're clearly dizzy and I'm not letting you drive anywhere. So it's me or you can ride on Vince's bike, your pick."

He'd pick Vince over Lucas any day, but Jonah wasn't stupid. There was no way he could hold on, "fine..."

"Here," Vince pushed a glass of water into his hand, "bottoms up."

"You're just gonna make me vomit if I drink it all," Jonah scoffed, but took a little sip to rid his mouth of the Mcds aftertaste, "fine, let's go."

Without waiting, he stood up again, only for his knees to nearly crumble and for Vince to catch him easily, "Whoa!" he said with a cheeky smile, hand open on Jonah's chest, "falling all over me? I'm flattered."

"Vince," Jonah scoffed, but opened a tired smile and leaned into his touch slightly. He so wished it was Vin driving him home and not Luke. Sadly, luck was not on his side, so Lucas planted a hand on his elbow.

"C'mon, Jon."

"Stop touching me," Jonah complained, but followed him outside the store. Not before looking over his shoulder and telling Vince, "take the blue suit."

Lucas didn't say a thing as they took the elevator down to the garage. He was playing nice, because Jonah didn't feel well and the simple thought made him want to argue more. He despised being pitied.

"You really don't have to drive me anywhere, I can get a cab home," Jonah pointed out and Lucas rolled his eyes.

"Remember in high school when you decided to do all our group projects on your own and then got so overworked and nervous that you puked in the middle of the seminar presentation?"

He really hated having shared history with Lucas, Jonah thought sourly.

"I didn't puke because I was overworked, lunch made me sick," Jonah lied through his teeth and Lucas shot him a look that was just full of disbelief as he had done seven years before.

"Sure," he held the elevator door open and then followed Jonah into the parking lot, planting a hand on his shoulder and guiding him to his big truck, instead of Jon's sleek sport car, "my point being. Let people help you."

"I let people help me all the time."

"Why do you have to constantly argue with me?" Lucas scoffed and clicked on his keys, making the car unlock, "really, whatever I say, you just have to say something disagreeing. What the fuck, Jon?"

"It's because you think you're right all the time!" Jonah scoffed, then entered the car regardless, "you act like you're the smartest person in the room at all times, and honestly, to no one's surprise, you're really not, Atwood."

"Oh? I'm the arrogant one?" Lucas turned on the car and started driving off, sounding annoyed, "you're the one constantly making snide little comments and acting like everyone's stupid."

"Not everyone, just you," Jonah couldn't help but retort, knowing full well he had just proved Lucas' point. He groaned, leaned forward and rested his forehead on his hands, elbows planted on his knees, "just- Just shut up, we don't have to talk-"

"Gladly," Lucas snapped, then went quiet. So quiet that in the silence of the car, they could hear clearly as his stomach whined and bubbled.

Jonah let out a tiny burp, rubbed his temples as the pressure from before came back. He wanted to be lying down, far away from Lucas so he could be gross without humiliating himself.

"That doesn't sound great."

"No shit," Jonah dug his hand into his belly and let out a small burp, wincing as his head throbbed harder, "I think I got the flu or something."

"Are you gonna hurl?"

He turned his head to see Lucas eyeing him wearily and Jonah sighed, resting against the window, "no, I'll be fine," he sighed, "please, just - Just drive."

Lucas let out a little noise, like a licked puppy and Jonah scoffed, pressing his eyes closed. He couldn't deal with Luke's feelings when he felt this awful.

Finally the car came to a stop in front of Jonah's building and he took a second to situate himself, opening the door slowly, "thanks for the ride."

"Do you want me to come up?" Lucas ignored him, chewing at his lip nervously, "I'm going up."

"No," Jonah glared at him, "no, I'm fine. Stop."

"You're clearly sick and-"

"Lucas," Jonah pinched his nose bridge, "I'm fine. I just want to sleep."

There was a minute of silence, then Lucas nodded, "I'm calling you later and you better pick up or I'm sending an ambulance."

"You're insane," Jonah rolled his eyes, tried not to smile, "Bye," he grumbled, then finally got out of the car.

#mywriting #sickfic #fainting #jonah banks

[toxickehlani]

𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗔𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝗿𝘆

║ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ･* – 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

║ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ･* – 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖹𝖺'𝖭𝗂𝗒𝖺𝗁 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖪𝖺𝗂 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗋.

║ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ･* – 𝟤,𝟩𝟪𝟨

║ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ･* – 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

║ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ/ᴘᴀʀᴛ･* – 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖷𝖵𝖨𝖨💔: 𝖫𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖮𝗎𝗋 𝖬𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ .༺ ♥︎ ༻ ࣭ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Kai's POV

"𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟 bringing me lunch today?" I asked Za'Niyah as I got ready for work.

"Yes, I am." She responds, nodding her head. "And before you tell me, I already know what you want. I always get you the same thing from Jackie's Fish & Chips."

"You know me so well." I smiled. I leaned down, kissing her lips before she turned around and went back to sleep.

  As I walked out of the room, I picked up my car keys off the counter and headed out the door, locking it behind me. Heading down the elevator to the parking garage, I unlocked my car, got inside, fastened my seatbelt, and drove off to work. Before getting to the shop, I stopped by McDonald's and got two sausage-egg and cheese McMuffins.

Finally, I pulled into the shop's parking lot and saw that a few other employees were there. After I parked, I headed inside, seeing an employee named Omar sitting behind the counter.

"Hey, Omar." I greeted him, smiling. He looks up from his phone and smiles back at me.

"What's up, Kai?" He reaches his hand out and daps me up.

"Nothing but the sky." I jokingly replied as I went behind the counter.

"Why you always got to be so damn sarcastic?" Omar asked me as I sat down on the love seat.

"You have no sense of humor, huh?" I asked, grabbing my sandwich from the bag.

"I do, but you play too much." He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Anyway, how's your son?" I asked, changing the subject.

"He's good. Bad as fuck but otherwise good." Omar responds, nodding his head.

"Ah, he's in the terrible twos." I laughed.

"Man, he's always getting into shit. Like little boy if you don't sit the fuck down somewhere." Omar grumbles, shaking his head.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, seeing his mood flip.

"Amira's talking about she wants another baby. Like isn't Kaydan enough?" Omar expressed, throwing his arms up.

"When did she tell you that?" I asked, throwing my head back in amusement.

"Last week." He sighed.

"You don't want more kids?" I asked Omar getting up to throw my trash away.

"I do, but not right now. Kaydan is enough and still needs all of our attention, but adding another baby into the mix would make me rip my hair out, and I don't even have that much hair." Omar explains, then whines.

"Try talking to her," I said, patting his shoulder

"Man, you don't know Amira as I do. She'll throw my ass on the bed and make me give her a baby." Omar laughs, shaking his head.

"Oh damn." I guffawed, slapping the sofa cushion.

"If I ever say I don't want more kids, she'll be looking at me cocking her eyebrow and snap." Omar expressed, shaking his head.

"Oh, she crazy like Za'Niyah." I realized, nodding my head. "She likes to get even."

"Fuck that man. Do you sleep with one eye open?" Omar asked me, shaking his head.

"Hell yea." I nodded.

  We talked for a few more minutes before Leo walked from the back.

"Get your lazy asses to work." He said, making us look at him.

"For one, I am working. No one has come in yet." Omar smartly remarked.

"I just got here." I shrugged, raising my hand.

"Well, for one, don't get smart. I was playing around." Leo speaks, looking at Omar, then he turns to me. "And two, no, you didn't. I was back there listening to both of your conversations for the last five minutes."

"Nosy much?" I snickered.

"Shut the hell up." He grumbles.

"Damn, what's gotten into you?" I asked, knowing it probably had something to do with Erika.

"After what happened a few days ago with Erika, she's forcing me to sleep in the guest bedroom," Leo says, sighing heavily through his nose.

"What happened?" Omar questions furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"She thought I was flirting with a customer when she came and worked the front since somebody decided to call off." Leo raised his eyebrows, referring to Omar.

"I'm sorry, but my girl had to work that day, and no one could watch Kaydan." Omar defensively explains.

"I know that, Omar!" Leo yells, but his facial expression softens. "I'm sorry, man I'm just sexually frustrated, and I have major blue balls.

"Oh, so she has you cut off?" I asked as the realization hit me.

"Yes, she is doing it by making me sleep in the guest room." Leo heavily sighs.

"I thought you said that even if she did cut you off, you wouldn't care and take it either way?" I questioned cocking my head to the side, chuckling.

"She called my mom." Leo sighs, hanging his head low.

"Oh no, not mama Lina." I gasped, shocked.

"Yea, she called her." He nods. "And you know whatever she says goes with no questions asked."

"Right." I nodded, agreeing with him.

"How are you making it up to her?" Omar asked Leo, and he shrugged.

"I'm going to buy her that new Christian Dior bag. The pink one." Leo replies, pulling out his phone and showing me a picture of the purse Erika wants.

"Oh, okay, that's nice. With the sandals and the smaller bag too?" I asked Leo, and he nodded.

"Yea." He replies.

"Good luck." I nodded.

  Leo and I left around the counter to the garage and got to work helping customers. A girl around the age of nineteen pulled up, and the hood of her car was smoking. It made a tut-tutting noise, and it sounded like it had stopped.

"Can you help me, please?" She asked as I wiped my hands on an old rag.

"Sure. What seems to be the problem?" I asked, nodding my head.

"Well, as you can see, it's smoking. It didn't start until I got off the 18 freeway." She replies as we walk over to her car.

"Can you pop the hood for me?" I asked, and she nodded.

  The woman opens the door of her car and pops the hood open. As I inspected every part of her car, I found the source of the problem. She has a crack in her gasket, causing the oil to drip onto the hot engine.

"Is it fixable?" She asked with hopefulness on her face.

"Yes, it's fixable, but it will take a few days." I nodded, wiping my hands off.

"Oh crap. I don't think I can go a few days without a car. I have things to do." The girl said, shaking her head.

"Go inside and ask for Leo. Tell him about your situation and see if he can give you the number for Roger's Loner Cars." I explained to the woman, and she nodded before walking inside.

  Pulling the car up in the garage, another employee and I began fixing her gasket.

• 1:30 PM •

  We were busy as hell today. People were coming in for just about everything—oil changes, new engines, cracks in the exhaust pipe, and anything that came to mind. After I finished helping a customer, a black Chevy Camaro pulled up, and stepping out was a woman with curly hair. She had full pointing lips and brown eyes.

"How can I help you?" I politely asked as she walked up to me.

"My car is giving off this burning smell when driving." The woman said, nodding her head.

"Can you pop the hood for me, please?" I asked her politely.

"Sure." She smiles.

   Once she popped the hood, I inspected her car and found out the problem with her car.

"Did your check engine light come on?" I asked the woman.

"Yea, it did. That's why I decided to come here." She nods.

"Okay, so I think the problem is that your transmission is slipping," I nodded.

"Can it be fixed?" She asked, stepping closer to me.

"It can be." I nodded.

"How long will that take?" She questioned.

"To repair it a few hours, but to rebuild it takes at least three to four days. From the looks of your transmission, we only need to repair it." I explained.

"Oh, thank god." She sighs.

  I tell the woman to wait inside while I get started working on her car. Since there was a decent-sized crack in her transmission, I sealed it up and met the car owner inside.

"Okay, so I'm finished with your car. It should run smoothly now." I announced, making her stand up.

"Oh, thank you so much. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't come here and get help." She smiles, nodding her head.

"Well, it's our job." I smiled back and regretted doing that.

  As I turned my head to the left, I saw Za'Niyah looking pissed off. Before I could say anything, she walked up to me angrily.

"So now you talking to other bitches behind my back?" My girlfriend asked, pissed off. I can see the rage in her eyes.

"Excuse me?" The woman asked, shocked.

"You need to pay and leave before I mop this floor with your Kylie Jenner lookin' ass," Za'Niyah speaks, waving her hands.

"Bae, calm down. She's a customer." I said, stepping between them.

"I don't give a fuck Kai!" Za'Niyah yelled in my face. "Why are you acting super friendly with her?"

"So, you expect me to be mean and rude to customers?" I questioned, looking at her as if she were serious.

Za'Niyah's POV

"You know what FUCK YOU! AND FUCK YOU TOO BITCH!" I yelled, pointing at Kai, then at the bitch that stood next to her.

"Za'Niyah! Zee!" I heard Kai call after me as I walked out the door.

  As I closed my car door, I saw Kai coming out of the shop, but she was too late. I gave her the middle finger and drove away.

  Slamming the door to the apartment, I stomped into the room and started throwing some clothes inside of my overnight bag. As I grabbed my toothbrush and hygiene products from the bathroom, I heard the front door open and close and knew Kai was here, but I didn't greet her. When I turned to leave the bedroom, she stood in front of preventing me from leaving.

"Get the fuck out of the way, Kai." I huffed, glaring at her.

"No, bae, listen to me, please." Kai pleaded, grabbing my face.

"Why should I listen to you?" I questioned angrily, folding my arms.

"She was just a customer. That's it. There was not flirting at all." Kai explained, but my rage blinded me.

"I don't give a fuck! You don't be smiling that hard in bitches faces and shit!" I argued back at her. "Now, get out of my way!" I pushed her from in front of the doorway and left the apartment, slamming the door behind me.

  Making it down to my car, I drove to Destini's house. After parking my car, I rang the doorbell, then knocked on the door. Soon the door opens to reveal Destini.

"What's wrong? You and Kai fighting?" Destini questions allowing me inside.

"More like I caught her flirting with a customer. She was way too friendly." I explained, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"What do you mean?" Destini asked as I walked to her guest bedroom and sat my bag down on the bed.

"I was supposed to bring her lunch, and I caught her smiling in another bitch's face when I came in. Looking like Kylie Jenner's hoe ass." I expressed, shaking my head.

"No, she didn't." Destini laughed.

"Yes, she did." I nodded.

"Well, you know you're always welcome to stay here." Destini agreed, smiling at me.

"That's why you're my best friend." I laughed, pulling her into a hug.

"Girl, you know I always got you." Destini snickered, pulling away.

"I'm hungry," I said as my stomach growled.

"I can order some Dominos pizza," Destini suggested.

"Oh yes, sausage and pepperoni, please." I smiled at her.

"Okay." She nodded, grabbing her phone to order pizza.

  While Destini ordered the pizza, I went to the living room and sat with my niece and played Barbie Dolls with her.

   Finally, the delivery guy arrived forty minutes later with the pizza, and Destini paid for it before walking into the kitchen. I followed Destini and grabbed a slice of pizza once she set the box down.

"Oh my god, yes." I groaned, throwing my head back. "I'm starving. This pizza is so good."

"Has Kai called you yet?" Destini asked, taking a seat on the island.

"Girl, I turned my phone off," I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

"I guess so." Destini shrugged as we continued chewing away on this delicious pizza.

• 6:30 PM •

Destini's POV

Za'Niyah, Alayah, and I sat in the living room binge-watching some PG-13 Netflix movies when my phone started ringing. I picked it up to see it was Kai calling me. Probably to ask about Za'Niyah.

"Look, Kai's calling," I said, shaking her the phone.

"I don't care. Answer it if you want." She shrugged her shoulders, keeping her attention on the tv.

Rolling my eyes, I accepted the call.

Hey Kai.

Kai🌈🤍🤩 - Hey, Des, is Za with you?

Yea, she's right here.

Kai🌈🤍🤩 - Can I talk to her, please?

I don't think that's a good idea.

Kai🌈🤍🤩 - Oh my god, I wasn't even talking to the girl like that. She was a customer thanking me for fixing her car.

I know that, but you know, how Za'Niyah is when it comes to you.

Kai🌈🤍🤩 - So she still mad at me?

Mhmm.

Kai🌈🤍🤩 - Aight I'll call you back later and check on her.

Alright bye.

Setting my phone down, I looked at Za'Niyah, staring a hole into her head until she looked at me.

"I know you feel me staring at you," I said, poking the side finger head.

"Whatcha want, Destini?" Za'Niyah questioned with an annoyed expression.

"You know you're being petty, right?" I inquired, nodding my head.

"I don't care. Kai shouldn't have been too friendly with the broad." Za'Niyah replied, shrugging her shoulders.

"You know she can't be rude to customers. That would be a bad review on Leo, and he'd have to fire Kai." I explained, and she sighed, knowing I was right.

"What's done is done." She replied, nodding her head.

Rolling my eyes, I grew frustrated because there was no getting through to Za'Niyah at this point.

• 8:00 PM •

Since Alayah was still awake, I decided it was time for her bath.

"Come on, baby girl. Let's go get in the tub." I said, picking up my daughter in my arms.

"I don't want to miss the movie," Alayah whined, pointing to the tv.

"Maybe Aunt Za can pause until you're done." I smiled, looking at my best friend.

Za'Niyah grabbed the remote and paused the tv, and stood up. "Go take a bath, and I'll make some popcorn."

"Oh, popcorn. Let's go, mommy." Alayah said with excitement in her eyes.

I laughed, kissed her cheek, carried her upstairs to the bathroom, and turned on the tub water. Once the bath was filled up and at a pleasant temperature, I stripped Alayah's clothes off, and she climbed inside. I allowed her to play with some barbie dolls for a few minutes before I washed her up with her bubblegum body wash and then wrapped her Minnie Mouse towel around her. After placing her on her feet, I dried her off, applied lotion to her body, and put on her ladybug pajamas. Alayah and I left her room back downstairs, where the smell of popcorn hit my nose.

"Play the movie, Auntie Za." Alayah laughed, sitting on the couch. Za'Niyah played the movie, and we munched on some popcorn.

By the time the movie was over, Alayah was fast asleep. Scooping her up in my arms, I said goodnight to Za'Niyah.

"Well, you know where you'll sleep. I'll see you in the morning." I said, waving at her.

"Alright, see you later." She nodded, searching through the rated r movies for adults.

Walking upstairs, I went into my daughter's room and laid her in her bed before turning her nightlight on. As I opened the door to my room, Kareem lay in with the tv playing.

"Is everything okay with your friend?" He asked, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Yea, she's arguing with her girlfriend," I replied, nodding my head.

Kareem kissed my forehead, and I settled into bed with my head on his chest.

#my writings #interracial #interracial relationship #interracial romance #urban fiction

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Steven Armstrong x Reader

Warning for racism and xenophobia

Senator Steven Armstrong:

You're extremely patriotic, from Texas or just love huge men who smash everything with their giant hulk fists

First Date:

You were a secretary at World Marshal Inc. and had started to recently have an affair with your boss who was not only CEO of the company but was also running as candidate for the upcoming election. To say you had to keep things on the down low would be a massive understatement. The public couldn't get wind of this as it would be a huge scandal. You were saddened that you hardly ever got to see Steven but he promise that he would make it up to you. He donned a fake moustache with a chef's hat and pretended that he was a world renowned culinary artist from France who's specicialty was making the mother of all omletes. Personally, you thought he was kind of over thinking it. Especially since you were at a football game.

"Did you know that I used to play for the University of Texas? They said I could go pro but I did the honorable thing and joined the navy. These pansies couldn't even keep up with me. I bet I could break them in two!" You placed your hand over his massive forearm. "Lets just try to enjoy the game dear." You were right. "I apologize. I'll go get us some refreshments." He kissed you on the cheek and walked off.

While waiting in line he couldn't help but notice that a large number of people ahead of him were of asian descent. "Damn foreigners! First these orientals come here with their candy ass trees and the next thing you know they're taking our jobs. It's unamerican, I tell you what!" he thought to himself. Eventually it was his turn and he reached the register. "Hello, may I take your order?" Armstrong couldn't believe his eyes. "Jack?! What are you doing here!" he said in disgust.

"NO! No fucking way am I serving you!" Armstrong grabbed him by the uniform. "You piece of shit, don't make me get your manager!" Raiden cursed under his breath. "Shit!" He knew he couldn't afford to lose this job. "Alright, fine! I'll have you know that since leaving Maverick, it's been very hard to find a job in this economy and I need this one to pay for my son's child support. Anyway, what will it be?"

Armstrong looked over the menu. It was all deep fried, calorie loaded garbage that would give you imminent diabetes but damn it, it was the most American food he had ever seen. "I'll take two Big Mac's, some fries and two Coca colas. How much will it be?" Raiden was trying everything he could to keep Jack at bay. "There aren't any Big Mac's, this isn't McDonald's! Order something else!"

Armstrong said "Fine. Two Whoppers. Take it or leave it!" Raiden slammed his head into the cash register violently. "You idiot! That's Burger King and we don't have those either!" Armstrong was getting agitated. "WHERE THE HELL IS A MAN SUPPOSED TO FIND A GOOD OLD FASHIONED HAMBURGER!?" Raiden then pointed to the sign. "Sir, this is a Wendy's. We have burgers if you'd like to order some."

"Fine!" he grumbled and the senator threw some change at the table. "Allow me to prepare your order" and with that, Raiden returned to the kitchen and took his sword out, slicing all the food he could. He returned with a bag and said "That will be $24.99" Armstrong scoffed. "Damn war economy!" He opened the bag and inspected all its contents. "The hell is this? My fries are cold!" Raiden was stunned. "Sir, I assure you that's the standard temperature we cook them at-" Suddenly Armstrong got in his face and was screaming about how he was being scammed and that he wanted his money back.

"No way! I'm not giving you a refund-" The next thing he knew, Raiden was punched so hard in the face that he flew into the air and landed on the football field. In his haste, Armstrong's disguise fell off and he rushed after the cyborg. The players stopped to look at what they were witnessing and a camera was now showing living footage on a large screen television. Armstrong jumped on Raiden and began to punch him so hard that craters began to form.

"Die you piece of shit!" He caused so much trauma to his skin that his nanomachines hardened in response. Gasps could be heard among the crowd. "Isn't that Senator Armstrong? Why is he trying to kill this man?" Another person shouted "Hey! Stop doing blackface!" Suddenly everyone in the stadium was taking pictures. Armstrong stopped. "What's happening?" Raiden let out a chuckle. "Check Twitter lately? You're getting #cancelled."

The senator stood up in a panic. "WAIT! THIS ISN'T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!" Another person in the crowd began to shame him for attacking a helpless Liberian immigrant. "WHAT!? THERE'S NO WAY THAT SAUCY JACK IS A PERSON OF COLOUR!" Suddenly Bladewolf showed up and projected video footage of him in Packistan. "OH GREAT! NOT ONLY IS HE RACIST, BUT HE'S ALSO A COLONIZER!" The audience was calling for him to be burned at the stake.

The Denver police unit showed up and arrested him on the spot, much to everyone's joy. Sadly this was America and being a corrupt country that empowers terrible people, he was released the next day and received a slap on the wrist for attempted murder. He was just glad he could bribe the judges to drop the charges. He turned on the television.

"In other news, Senetor Steven Armstrong was arrested last week, his following in the polls dramatically dropping. CNET would like to show you our exclusive footage with our special guest. Jack, how have you been since the incident?" Armstrong couldn't believe it. Not only was Jack on screen but he was seemed healthy and likely well recovered.

"Pretty good actually. I have a really good doctor that was able to patch me up. The best part is that I don't even have to pay him in cash. He takes hands!" Raiden started to snicker. The anchor woman wasn't sure how to respond to such a statement. "Yes... Well then.. Do you have any words that you would like to say to Mr. Armstrong?"

"Yes. Yes I do. I just want everyone to know that the rest of this country doesn't like dumb old Texas and that people from there are dumb-" Armstrong began to screech. "HOW DARE THAT MAGGOT TAKE THE NAME OF TEXAS IN VAIN!" Suddenly he was having a massive heart attack and managed to press the life alert button on his wrist as he fell. Paramedics arrived and rushed him to the hospital where he would later die during open heart surgery.

#Steven Armstrong x reader #senator armstrong #mgr raiden #mgrr #shitpost #Making the mother of all omletes #Mgr

[bubblyhoney]

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warnings: sailor language, suggestive themes/mentions of sex, drinking, nicotine use, being tipsy/intoxicated. no graphic or explicit nsfw content besides basically tonguing and giving hickeys and an ass grab.

tags: karl jacobs x fem!reader

words: 1898

A/N: i wrote this thinking that both people in this fic are of drinking age; i’m not, but i thought it would be a cool idea. i can assume many adult gatherings feature alcohol, so yeah. drinking isn’t integral to the plot of this fic. also it is pre-(or post)pandemic bc it’s just a general rule of thumb to not have parties right now.

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“Don’t, kill, me,” Karl warbles, setting down his bottle with a sigh. Freaks plays loud and tinny on the TV, album cover bathing those occupying the couch in a grayish light. Those occupants being just you and Karl. The room is lit with purple string lights and that one thrifted lamp with frogs on the shade he’d sworn was the best purchase he’s ever made. You’re sprawled out on the other half of the sofa, ankles crossed and a can of vodka seltzer swaying in your hand. The song changes to 20 Min by Lil Uzi and your foot bounces to the beat.

“What time is it?” You sigh, placing the nearly-empty can onto the coffee table next to your apple berry-flavored pen. He flicks his wrist towards his face.

“2:46,” he delivers, and takes a swig of the Angry Orchard in his hand. His sixth, specifically. The rest of the group had left roughly ten minutes ago, leaving the two loneliest people to drink alone. You, thoroughly tipsy, decided it was better to spend the night on his spare than pay $50 for an Uber. He agreed, of course. Why wouldn’t he?

Lifting onto your elbows, you just stare at him. He lifts an ankle to cross over the other and your eyes drop. What is his fascination with Spongebob socks?

“We should play 20 questions.”

“What?” His head swivels like a bobblehead and a giggle barely escapes your lips.

“20 questions!” You say excitedly, heaving onto your knees to look at him earnestly. “You go first.”

“Um, okay.” The song fades into Paper Planes and he bobs his head to the beat. “What’s your favorite breed of dog?”

“Shiba inu. Are you a virgin?”

The fucking tone of your voice makes him dissolve into giggles, hand pressed to his chest. You just shrug, reaching for the pen in the table. “Fair question, I think,” you say defensively. His chest heaves, but he sits up.

“No—no, I’m not a virgin.” His cheeks are red, but he’s smiling like it was an easy answer. Your mind floods with images of his long hair in your face, long fingers—a sweaty chest. You shake your head. “Okay, my turn,” he continues, giving you a weird look. “would you rather kiss Chucky Cheese or Ronald McDonald?”

“Karl!” You whine. “That is not how 20 Questions works!” You grumpily pull from your pen, blowing the smoke out of the side of your mouth. Eughk. Apple berry sucks.

“Fine, fine,” he sighs, rolling his eyes. The tell-tale guitar chords of The Adults Are Talking floods the room and his face brightens with a new question. “Have you ever been to a concert?”

“Yes, actually. The Jonas Brothers in 2009.” He wrinkles his nose, finishing his cider and dropping it onto the coffee table with a sharp noise. Your eyebrows furrow. “Don’t you dare badmouth my boys.”

“Wasn’t gonna!” He reaches for your pen and you give it to him with a slight pout on your lips that he glances at.

“Good. Where is the weirdest place you’ve had sex?” A grin climbs your lips.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” His eyes widen and smoke curls out of his nostrils as he hands your pen back. You just shrug and pick up your discarded seltzer. “Gimme a sec to think.”

“So many places?” You tease, finishing the last drop of your drink and crushing it beneath your palm. He shrugs, mirroring you, and cracks open another cider. He seems to think, brows furrowing, as he pulls a swig from the dark bottle.

“Boat.”

“Boat,” you repeat.

“Yup.” He looks at you, gaze flickering to your lips imperceptibly fast. If you were sober you’d probably notice, but you’re not and you don’t.

“You’ve fucked on a boat?” No way. Karl Jacobs. On a boat. Having sex. What an image—

“Yeah, senior year was great for me.” More Than A Woman fills the space of the silence as you consider this. You blink, processing.

“Whose boat?” You're genuinely curious. Was it a yacht, pontoon, fishing boat? Row boat? The sudden scene of him getting his foot stuck in a fishing net while pantless clouds your vision.

“My girlfriend’s.” And that’s that on that because he’s moving on before you can open your mouth and continue the discussion of the logistics of this. “Stop investigating, perv. Now it’s my turn. Hmm— wait! Where is the weirdest place you have had sex?” A sneaky grin is on his lips and now you just want to kiss him, damn it.

“I-Uh. I think it was under the bleachers. I also had a great senior year,” you offer, scooting forward on your knees so that you’re only a foot from Karl. He looks impressed, actually.

“Who was it?”

Your eyebrow raises in question.

“Personal question or one of the 16 left, Karl?”

His cheeks heat and he looks once to the TV.

“Personal,” he mutters into the mouth of his bottle.

“It was Brian Hernandez,” you sigh, gazing off into the distance with a fond look in your eyes. You feel the end of the game of 20 questions as you see him chew on his bottom lip from your peripheral. “Dude was insatiable. Managed girls’ basketball and looked damn good doing it.”

“I managed girls’ soccer,” he says simply, uncrossing his legs. “My girlfriend was goalie.”

“How long did you guys date?” You fold your legs up underneath you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You feel the most sober now out of all tonight.

“Dunno.” He sips at his cider. “Couple weeks maybe?”

You smirk. “Karl Jacobs puts out in the first couple weeks?” That’s hot, you don’t say. He gives you a look. “18 year old Karl was a player,” you tease, leaning forward to poke at his chest.

Smacking your hand away, he sighs and lifts a hand to tousle his hair.

“Guess he was.” Clear eyes meet yours and you take a hit from the pen that lays discarded in your palm. He watches the smoke float from your mouth. The TV screen swipes to Deceptacon and the mood quickly shifts. “So.” He turns toward you with lifted eyebrows. “You were a total nerd in highschool, huh.”

Your jaw drops. “I was not!”

“Come on; yes, you were.” He makes a face and drains half the bottle of cider. “You probably were in SpellBowl and every teacher’s pet.”

“Nice try, bitch. You were a dumb jock. I’ve seen the pictures. The yearbook pictures.” You look pointedly at his hair.

“My hair was not that bad.”

“Yes it was.”

“No, it wasn’t,” he grumbles and pushes his hand through his long curls. “Just a little… short.” It’s your turn to make a face.

“A buzz cut nearly to your scalp is more than short.” He huffs at you and finishes the cider just as the song switches. “Anyways.” You don’t really have anything to say, actually. Too busy thinking about teenage Karl smacking tennis rackets around and fielding lost soccer balls for his girlfriend. She’s long gone, right?

“Are you wearing lingerie?” Karl asks suddenly and you look up. He stares pointedly at your chest and you move a hand to pat at your stomach.

“Oh,” you start, and flick the last three buttons open, fabric falling to reveal a baby blue lace corset. “Yeah.” He can’t seem to stop imagining what’s underneath it. Fuck. “Do you like it?” The tone in your voice is taunting and he has to look away.

He clears his throat and places the second glass bottle onto the coffee table.

“Yes.”

You rise onto your knees and pull your arms out of the button-up, letting it fall back on the couch.

“Do you want to touch it?” You're looking up at him from underneath your eyelashes, he realizes, and you know exactly what you’re doing. You’re not asking if he wants to touch the corset; you’re asking if he wants to touch you.

“Can I?” He glances at you warily. You just nod, and it’s then that you’re shuffling forward. The material is soft on his fingertips when he brushes a hand across your torso. “Silk,” he mumbles, and stares, transfixed, at the loopy flower pattern crawling across your waist in shades of milky blue. You just hum and watch. He realizes suddenly when he traces a finger up on the ridge of the neckline that you’re not wearing anything underneath it. It makes him stop in his tracks, neck flushing. “Are-are you—,”

“Wearing a bra? No, I’m not.” You lay a hand on his shoulder, hoisting one leg over his thighs and settling down comfortable on his lap. He bristles then relaxes as you slide a hand up into his scalp. “Do you want me to show you?”

He glares at you, barely annoyed, and shifts so that his large hands rest in the curve of your waist. Poison starts in the speakers as his eyebrow raises.

“Do you normally wear corsets when we all hang out?” A lock of your hair moves past your cheek as he brushes it out of the way. His mouth tilts into a smirk. You seem to think about it, lips pursed, and grip both his shoulders in your hands.

“Only when I’ve got someone to impress.” A hand on your lower back presses insistently and you fall further into his lap.

“Who are you here to impress, Y/N?” He’s barely an inch from your mouth now, and can’t seem to keep his eyes on one part of your face. Cool breath fans onto your cheeks and they warm. God, he’s even cuter up close.

“You,” barely passes your lips before he’s taking the side of your neck into his hand and stretching to connect your lips with his own.

Cherry, you think. Cherry chapstick, that cheeky bastard. Taking your wrist in his hand, he loops it up and around his neck. You’re making a noise into his mouth, you realize, right as he’s sliding a hand down to the side of your thigh and gripping it between his long fingers. You shiver as he pulls away too soon, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth before sinking his teeth into your neck. The gasp that leaves your mouth is surprisingly loud and your cheeks flush further. He just hums, pleased, and stretches an arm to the opposite side of your waist to hug you closer. Warm lips move on the skin of your neck and his tongue darts out few and far between the kisses.

“Fuck,” he breathes when your hips jerk forward once.

“Sorry,” you whisper up at the ceiling, eyes falling shut. “reflex.”

He grins against your neck and moves to grip an ass cheek in his palm.

“Your reflex to me licking a hickey is to grind into my crotch?” he teases. You just have to nod, lips parted, as he soothes another bruise with his tongue.

“Karl.” He seems to either not hear you or ignore you for he’s removing himself from your neck and connecting your mouths once more. “Karl,” you stutter between kisses, and he squeezes at your ass.

“Yes?” His lips are bitten and puffy when he pulls away, a smug look on his beautiful face.

“Take off my corset.”

He looks between your face and the lingerie, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

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A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. :D comment what you think !

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[sleepysnk]

Can I request a NSFW one-shot Modern AU of Female!Reader coming home from work for the day and finds Eren making dinner wearing nothing but an apron to surprise Reader, then things get very steamy on both of them? Thank you! (If you don’t feel comfortable writing my request, you can always discard/change it if you feel the need to)

I LOVE THE EREN SMUT! i kinda like this one, it reminds me of the Erwin one i wrote awhile back 👀. i hope you enjoy! ♡

Eren x Fem!Reader Modern AU: The Surprise at Home

Warnings: NSFW

Eren stood at the stove humming as he cooked the meal for him and his girlfriend.

She had been really stressed out lately, and Eren decided to make her something to calm her nerves. He also decided to surprise her as well with something a little more 'fun'. He left work pretty early to prepare the meal he planned to make, and so far it was going well.

Eren felt shivers as he stood in the kitchen. The man was wearing nothing but an apron, he wanted to surprise her, and he got the idea after one of his friends told him about it. He did feel a bit cold though, standing practically half-naked in the kitchen. He silently prayed that nobody would knock on the door.

Eren sat on his phone waiting for (Y/N) to come through the door as she usually did. She usually came home pretty late sometimes, which gave him enough time to get this plan started.

He heard her car pull into the driveway. He stood up and went back to the stove, he made sure that the meal was fully complete. He thought he did a pretty good job, the two usually got take out most nights because they would be so exhausted after working all day.

(Y/N) got out of her car and began to make her way towards the house they shared. It had been a long day dealing with clients, and overall the stress was exhausting. She just wanted to relax with her boyfriend.

She opened the door and instantly smelled the food cooking in the kitchen. She was a bit confused because Eren never really cooked much, maybe he got take out or something? She doubted it. The food didn't smell like a pizza or McDonald's.

"Eren?" (Y/N) asked as she removed her shoes.

She made her way into the kitchen to see her boyfriend wearing an apron, and standing by the stove. He seemed really interested in the food he was making.

"Hey babe! Welcome home" he said and walked over giving her a kiss on the cheek.

That's when she noticed Eren was fully naked under the apron. She could feel his print pressed up against her belly was she hugged him.

"Hey Eren.. what's all this?" she asked and nodded.

He only chuckled. "Oh, nothing! I decided to surprise you with some dinner, we haven't really cooked something in awhile so" he replied and shrugged.

The food smelled amazing, he definitely outdid himself for sure. She felt her stomach grumble at the smell of the food, she hadn't really ate much all day.

(Y/N) looked at him she felt a bit hot as she watched her boyfriend move around the kitchen. It had been weeks since the two had sex, and she was yearning for something from him. Eren was needy himself, so that's why he got the idea to surprise her tonight.

"So... when's dinner gonna be?" she asked and leaned against the counter.

He sighed and turned off the stove. "In a few minutes, it just needs to cool" he replied. "How was your day huh? Did you have a good day?" he asked and turned to face her.

She nodded. "Oh it was fine" she replied and looked up at him.

Eren pulled her against him. She felt his print press up against her again. "I'm glad you had a good day babe" he said and gave her a kiss on the head.

She smiled and lied her head against his chest. "I'm glad too" she replied.

He put his hands around her waist. "Come here baby" he said and titled her chin up.

He pressed a kiss against her lips, the kiss sent goosebumps along her skin. She put her arms around his neck, and pulled him closer to her.

Eren scooped (Y/N) up in his arms and placed her onto the counter. He kissed her once again and backed her up against the cabinets. She felt heat beginning to pool in between her legs.

"W-Wait.. what about dinner?" (Y/N) asked and broke the kiss between them.

Eren smirked. "Fuck dinner... I have my meal right here" he replied and nipped at her ear.

She felt shivers go down her spine as Eren ran his hands along her waist and down to her hips. She could read his body language, and she could tell that he was in a hurry to fuck her.

Eren hooked his fingers around the hem of her skirt. "Let me take it off" he said and looked up at her.

(Y/N) sat up a bit and she felt her skirt become lose, she watched as Eren took it off. He tossed it off somewhere in the kitchen, and looked at her now exposed lower region. Eren felt himself twitch in his pants when he saw the thong she was wearing.

He took the opportunity to remove the apron he was wearing. (Y/N) watched as his cock became fully exposed, she rubbed her legs together to try and conceal how wet she was.

Eren tossed the apron onto the kitchen table and looked into her eyes. "You're so beautiful baby... I can't wait to fuck you on the counter" he said and kissed her lips.

"E-Eren..." she cried in pleasure as he began to nip at her neck.

He moved his hand lower and began to rub circles on her clit, he chuckled as he felt the wetness through her clothed clit. He ripped it off of her, and started to rub circles onto her sensitive bud.

She put her arms onto his shoulders and leaned her head down. Waves of pleasure were rushing through her belly.

"Are you feeling sensitive already baby? I've barely touched you" Eren said and slowed his rubbing on her clit.

(Y/N) was starting to get antsy. "F-Fuck.. Eren just fuck the foreplay, please fuck me already!" she yelled.

He chuckled and stroked his hardened cock. "Your wish is granted" he said and grabbed her hips.

She put her arms around his neck as Eren positioned his cock at her entrance. She felt his tip poking and spreading her apart which made her feel dizzy.

Within one thrust Eren was deep inside of (Y/N)'s pussy. She cried out in pleasure as he entered her swiftly. Eren groaned as he felt her walls surrounding him, he wanted to ravish her. He started to move as he felt his girlfriend scratching at his back.

(Y/N) leaned her head onto his shoulder. "Mmm, Eren... fuck!" she moaned as he thrusted into her.

He started to pick up the pace which made her see stars, the position made it easier for Eren to hit those spots that made her go crazy.

"Fuck.. you like that baby? You like when my cock is inside of you? Yeah you do..." he said and smacked her ass.

She felt a pit forming in her stomach. "E-Eren! I'm gonna cum.. fuck! Baby don't stop" she said.

Eren was close to his own orgasm as well, he was starting to twitch inside of her and his thrusts were getting sloppy.

"Cum for me baby... come on, you can do it" he said and smirked.

(Y/N) felt her body shake as her orgasm hit her hard. Eren felt her pussy clench around him, and he began to thrust a bit harder.

"I-I'm gonna cum.. fuck!" Eren yelled as he felt his cock twitch.

His hot seed filled into her pussy, and Eren felt pleasure running through him as his orgasm took over his body. He watched as a mix of her cum and his cum leaked down on his cock.

"Fuck.. I love you" Eren said and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

(Y/N) giggled as Eren placed her onto the floor feeling her legs becoming shaky. "I love you more" she replied and smiled.

"What about dinner?" Eren asked and looked over at the stove which still had the food sitting there.

She nodded. "Let's eat... but let me get cleaned up first" she replied and looked at him.

He chuckled. "Alright, I'll be waiting" Eren said and sat down at the table.

#anime #attack on titan #aot x y/n #aot x reader #aot imagines #aot fanfiction #snk x y/n #snk x reader #snk imagines #snk fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #eren jaeger #eren x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #anime fanfic #aot smut

[cupidbiites]

hi! can i ask for headcannons for shoji shinsou Iida and maybe mirio too for when you cook for them 🧍🏼‍♂️

when you cook for them!!

shinso, iida, mirio, shoji

hihi!! i’m sorry if shojis ooc at all, i’ve never had any experience writing for him :((

shinsou hitoshi:

Alright, first things first

This man is either a really great cook, or the worst chef in japan

No inbetween

That doesnt mean that he cant appreciate good food, or doesnt indulge in midnight mcdonalds runs, no

It just means that like everything else about this man, hes unpredictable

For the past few weeks, the meals he had prepared for you were really, really good

And that meant that his “lucky” streak was soon to break

And as much as you love toshi you were not willing to sit through and pretend to enjoy his new culinary experiment

so this time you decided to prepare him a meal.

it’s simple, miso soup with rice on the side.

you were originally thinking of making his favorite meal, but realized you didn’t have enough time D:

he came home, exhausted and ready to try his best to make something edible for dinner

only to find the table set and u sitting at the end, a smile on your face and hands nervously fidgeting in your lap

nothing could compare to the smile that lit up his face and the bone crushing hug he drew you in for :))

iida tenya:

ok so sir can cook basic meals but other than that he’s not the greatest

not to say he’s bad, but his brain moves too fast for him to catch what he's whipping up

(having to scold denki and sero while accidentally letting the food burn doesn’t really help either)

he tries his best tho

gOD i love him so much

sorry

i’m just think abt husband iida now

moving along,,,

being class rep and the only (publicly) responsible person within class 1-a is tiring, to say the least

mina and hagakure having mini dance party’s in the back of class (subtly throwing jirous music in their playlist causing her cheeks to glow red)

sero taping mineta to the ceiling on a weekly basis ( iida doesn’t mind necessarily, he just thinks it makes the class look bad to have kids hanging from the walls, no matter how pervy they are)

bakugou threatening deku on the daily, causing holes in the floor, walls, and desks

it’s all a big mess alr?

but nonetheless when he comes back to a refreshing smell filling his dorm he perks right up

his stomach grumbles as he realizes how long it’s been since he’s ate

a lazy smile covers your face as you let out a curse

“you couldn’t have waited a couple minutes? i wanted to set the table before you got home :((“

yOUR SO CUTE HES MELTING SOMEONE SAVE THIS MAN

mirio:

he sucks at cooking

he so bad it’s comical

not to say he’s ashamed of it

no, he’ll make some wack-ass concoction and serve it to tamaki just to see his reaction

so take out with you two is a frequent

neither of you mind it tho

sometimes just to fuck with you he’ll tell u he got take out when in reality he just mixed together a bunch of shit and made it look pretty on a plate

you were kinda sus tho cause you didn’t see any takeout boxes in the trash

so you made him taste it before you, just to double check

now this man has this poker face, but it’s not like an rbf

this mans poker face is a calm smile that kinda says “everything’s fine” but without words

you two had food poisoning for like a week after LMAO

today though, it was valentine’s day

and you were kinda getting sick of the takeout place across the street

(the clerk kinda freaked you out too, not that you’d say anything.)

you decided to make this extravagant dinner, as you were relatively confident in your cooking skills

you just had to get togata out of the house for a couple hours

so after spending the whole day at the mall with tamaki, seeing couples all lovey dove-y, he missed you

his face was so fUNNY WHEN HE CAME HOME

IT WAS KINDA LIKE: 😞 -> 🤔 -> 🤭 -> 😆

you two ate and then cuddled the rest of the night as compensation for being alone most of the day <33

shoji:

another one who’s shit at cooking

he’s insecure about it though

sometimes when he’s feeling extra bleh about it he’ll buy takeout but hide the containers and pretend he made it

you always know that he didn’t but praise him anyway

you guys usually eat a lot so it can be pretty expensive to get takeout so often

you rarely buy the expensive stuff but food is just a weird thing to cost so much money for

sometimes when neither you nor shoji really want to go out and buy stuff but don’t have the energy to make anything you bribe bakugou to cook for you

he has a small sweet spot for you as you’re not as annoying as “dunce face” and “that half and half bastard” (who also cannot cook) so getting him to do it isn’t usually that hard

it’s ridiculously spicy but u don’t complain

shoji is always silently thankful and bakugou appreciates it

now sir gets kinda mentally tired a lot

the majority of the school is really loud and it’s tends to drain his social battery

he never lashes out at anyone though, especially not you

you’re his light and he cherishes you 😤

(you know i’m not a simp but i’m bout to be)

he just loves you so much it sometimes baffles him

that he has the ability to feel that strong of an emotion, especially towards someone he thinks he doesn’t even deserve

soft shoji hrs </3

anywAY

his heart absolutely melts when he sees you, silently presenting your creation

it’s not too simple but nothing too fancy

it’s perfect for the day he’s had

he takes you into the softest, most loving hug you’ve ever experienced

your heart melts with his 🥲

#eeswrites #requests are open #x reader #mha x reader #self insert #x y/n #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #shinso hitoshi x reader #shinso hitoshi #iida tenya x reader #iida tenya #mirio togata x reader #mirio x reader #mirio togata #shoji ueda #shoji x reader #shinso fluff #iida fluff #mirio fluff #shoji fluff #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #i hate doing tags #eestalks #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader #he’s in there a lil bit

[dreamescapeswriting]

Cravings ~ JJK [Request]

WORD COUNT: 1.7K

GENRE: established relationship, pregnancy au, fluffy with some angst

PAIRING: Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader

A/N: I hope this is okay for you, I didn't want to go too dramatic with it as it involved pregnancy so I did this!

Throughout the whole of your pregnancy, you had been scared to do pretty much about anything on your own. Going out into the streets like you used to was hard since everyone knew who you were or rather who you were dating since Jungkook and your relationship had been admitted to everyone about 6 months ago. The only reason it was even outed was that you'd fallen pregnant and Jungkook no longer wanted to hide the fact that he was in a loving and committed relationship with someone. 

"Baby please," You begged down the phone with Jungkook as you laid on the sofa in your house, legs hanging over the arm of the sofa as you rocked them back and forth. 

"I'm busy babe I promise I'll stop by the store on my way home..." You rolled your eyes at Jungkook and looked at the time, 

"That's not for another seven hours." You grumbled, you were craving the ben and jerry's birthday cake ice cream terribly and it was starting to bug you. All night long you'd had a craving for it but you'd run out last week and Jungkook kept forgetting to pick it up for you. 

"Send one of the boys if you're busy, I need it. The baby and I need it," You whined as you tried to convince him but it wasn't going to work. Jungkook and the boys were already in enough trouble with always leaving work to go and get you everything you were craving. Jungkook had been in trouble with their manager that week for leaving the house at 4 am to go and get you McDonald's hashbrowns...Worth it though since you'd been craving them at all hours of the morning.

"Baby I can't, we're already in enough trouble." You sighed at him as you thought back on the manager yelling at him before. 

"Fine. I-I'll go by myself," You slowly got up off the sofa, moving around when you were almost nine months pregnant wasn't the easiest of things to do. You pulled back the curtains on your window to see that the garden was empty of people, BigHit has issued a statement claiming that if anyone was caught on the private property they would be sued. 

"Baby no. Stay at home. I'll bring some when I come home," You rolled your eyes at him, 

"Fine. I'll stay at home." You lied as you waited for him to go back to work so you could go and get ready to go out. It was no big deal. You could stay hidden under a hoodie and sunglasses, it wasn't like you were the famous one in the relationship. 

"Stay at home my ass," You mumbled as you began waddling up the staircase towards your bedroom, finding out some maternity leggings and a giant oversized hoodie that would at least make the bump look a little bit smaller than it was.

It wasn't so bad so far, the streets were empty and you'd driven yourself into town and parked far enough away from the store you actually wanted so no one would know you were inside. No one seemed to have noticed that it was you walking towards the store which was great. Maybe the fact that Bighit had threatened to file lawsuits was getting to them and they were going to finally leave you alone.

"Thank you, dear," An elderly woman said as you held open the door to the freezer store for her, you smiled softly before grabbing a basket and making your way straight to the dessert section of the store. The only thing you wanted to do was get the ice cream and head straight home, curl up on the sofa with a movie and just eat all you could before Jungkook got home and told you off for leaving the house without him. 

Looking through the glass doors to see if you could spot your favourite flavour but it seemed as though they were out of stock, nothing but an empty section when the flavour should have been sitting. 

"Excuse me?" You asked as a worker walked behind you carrying a clipboard, she turned to look at you with a smile and you smiled back at her. 

"Could you tell me if you have any of the birthday cake ice creams in the back?" The worker - Jennie - began to look through the sheets on her clipboard trying to see if they'd had a delivery of it yet but it didn't seem as though there was anything inside. She started shaking her head putting the clipboard against her chest, 

"Unfortunately we don't seem to have it but-" She reached into the fridge and pulled out a different tub. 

"Their strawberry swirled one is even better, I craved this whenever I was pregnant." She laughed softly as she showed you the front of the tub, reading through what was inside you smiled brightly.

"I'll get this one," Your mouth watering at the thought of getting to have some kind of ice cream at all, the baby kicking as well. 

"Someone else likes it too," You laughed as you placed four tubs into the basket and then grabbed two of Jungkook's favourites while you were at it. 

"That will be-" Jenni who was standing at the counter stopped speaking when she looked up behind you, you glanced over your shoulder to see what she was so shocked by to see about one-hundred people all gathered outside of the store. Staring inside as they looked for you she looked back at you with wide eyes.

"Oh fuck." You bit down on your lip looking back down at the counter as you tried to keep yourself hidden, 

"We don't even have this many people on sale day-"

"Sorry...I shouldn't have come out." You bit down on your lip again as you watched the manager lock the doors so that none of them could get inside. Jennie smiled sadly at you, she'd known who you were from the moment you were looking for ice cream but she'd done everything she could to make it seem as though she didn't. 

"What's going on?" Her boss questioned as she walked in the direction of the till, looking at you as you began to rub the baby bump nervously. 

"Sasaengs..." You mumbled slowly as you watched a bunch of them all take out their phones and begin to record everything that they could see. Jungkook and you had had to deal with them from the beginning of your relationship coming out, they seemed to appear anywhere and everywhere you went so you should have expected this really.

"Come and sit down." The elderly lady you'd held the door open for said as she pulled out one of the worker stools in an aisle, you waddled over and sat down beside her trying to calm down your breathing. There was nobody in the store except for you, the elderly lady and four other workers with their boss who was now staring down at you as she wondered how to go about this.

"Is there a back exit I can get out of? I don't really want to sit and face all of them." Thoughts of walking out of the front door began to cloud your mind and you whimpered feeling the baby kicking harder against your bladder. 

"No, we only use the front door to get in and out..." The boss looked over at the door to see that the group of people only seemed to be growing larger inside as the minutes when by. 

"I'll have to call my...My boyfriend," You whispered shyly as you took out your phone to call Jungkook to already see seventeen missed calls from him and a bunch of texts about how he told you to stay instead.

"Kookie?" You asked down the phone as it started to ring again, Jungkook was panting down the other side of the line as he rushed towards the store he knew you were at. The location had been tweeted out on twitter and shared by a bunch of people which meant BigHit saw it almost instantly. 

"I'm coming now. I told you not to leave the house baby," He didn't seem angry with you but more disappointed than anything which made you feel bad for doing something you know you shouldn't have been doing. 

"I really wanted the ice cream," You pouted as you let out a whine, looking over at the door to see that people were starting to move away from it and two large men stood by the door.

"I take it those are with you?" You giggled as you heard Jungkook making his way through the crowd of people, people screaming to him as he just tried to get to the door. 

"They are." You looked at him at the door and the manager walked over to them, unlocking them to allow him inside and you smiled weakly hanging up the phone. 

"I got your favourite if it makes you feel better." You held up the bag of ice cream and he sighed at you, shaking his head as he held out his hand for you to take. 

"Come on, I have the car waiting outside and manager Sejin is taking your car." He told you as he reached into your jacket pocket to take out the keys and smile at you. 

"You're not going to let me go out alone are you-"

"Baby, you're not even going to be at home alone, I've made sure to arrange your own personal guard to be with you at all times. You can make him get your ice cream," He chuckled as you both began to leave the store, ignoring the constant screams of questions and asking for photos as you made your way to the waiting black Range rover at the side of the road. 

Bighit released a second statement about if anyone was caught following or harassing you that they would be sued as well. Jungkook didn't want to risk anything happening to you or your child for as long as he could help it. He was going to protect you until his last dying breath.

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X - Fake Blood and Understandings (Stolen kisses, creepy costumes and a Halloween party that leaves you antsy for all the wrong reasons)

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Series Masterlist: Here

Genre: Enemies to Lovers | College AU

Warnings: Smut*, Cursing, Alcohol & Drug Use, Borderline Abusive Behavior

Wordcount: 10K

Somehow your friends had managed to coax you into trading the confines of your dorm room for the college’s library for a study reunion. They’d told you the reason for it was that they felt that the lot of you had been falling behind in your classes and therefore, were all in great need for some brain enticing study session. Which was all crap, you knew it. You also knew that the true reason behind this meeting was that they had been finding it a bit odd that you’d been politely dodging their invitations to go literally everywhere. Whether it was to go look at stores at the mall, dinner at Mcdonalds, a chocolate cookie and a latte at the school’s coffee shop… or even just to go buy groceries at the closest supermarket, which was something you usually always did together on Mondays after class. Instead, you’d been spending all of your free time locked in your room. You’d still crack your jokes in the group chat and pick up your friends’ facetime calls. Which in hindsight, may have also been part of their worriment, since they’d find you laying in the dark, buried in a pile of comforters each and every time. Occasionally, they’d also spot the forgotten plastics of the frozen meals you’d been solely feeding with since a couple of days ago… and the soda cans… and chocolate wrappers… And before anyone says that’s an awfully dramatic way to be acting over a boy; there’s something yall need to realize here... It’s not just the boy. It’s the overwhelming guilt. Being a somewhat friendly person, who happens to care a lot more than she shows about other people’s opinion on her, you were already struggling to handle the fact that she knows that there’s someone mad at her... Add the guilt reminding her every waking hour that she is the person to blame for it and that she was the one that was in wrong, and therefore couldn’t, no matter how hard she tried to, find a single reason to blame him for not wanting to talk to her… Now take that and throw a dash of school stress, another one of crankiness, add some PMS symptoms to the mix and finally; The icing on the cake: All the bottled up feelings she has for the idiot in question, that probably hates her and will never forgive her... She thinks that makes it for a pretty fucking sad and burdensome cake. You’ll admit hanging out with your friends was making you feel a whole lot better though. You’d been talking and sharing silent laughs all afternoon, and they’d even managed to get you to agree to a horror movie marathon at Sophia’s on night after Halloween, that was just around the corner. Being in such a good mood, you didn’t even think twice before turning around in your chair with a smile as Oliver poked you in the arm with the butt of his pen and said “Look! Your friend Madison’s just gotten here.” Unfortunately, he was once again messing with you, and it wasn’t Madison that had just walked through the door... It was Harry. That he’d been insistingly referring to as Madison for no other purpose than to get under your skin after that day he had come pick you up from class after you’d told your friends you were going out with her. “Ugh, you ass.” You grumbled, picking up your pencil case and throwing it at Oliver after you’d quickly turned back around in your seat... but not before locking eyes with Harry, and watching his eyebrows irk at your staring. Oliver grabbed and unzipped it, going through your gel pens as he chuckled to himself, until he found that glittery baby blue one that he liked.He took the lid off and began scrabbing doodles on one of the empty papers in front of him, that clearly had nothing to do with the Intro to Design Principles subject that you were there to study. “So, I was thinking…” He started, prompting the girls to lift their heads up from the note sheets they were highlighting and look at him. Except for you, since your gaze was unsuspiciously locked a couple of worktables ahead, where Harry was setting up his laptop, what conveniently made it seem like you were just looking at your friend. “Maybe we could do group costumes for Halloween… but like, hot ones? Like the spice girls?!”   “Ew.” All the girls scowled at the same time. “What do you mean Ew?” He asked offendedly. “They’re the most iconic girl group of all time. Besides it’s perfect for us! Ameena could be Mel B... with that hair, like are you kidding me? Iconic!” He vouched enthusiastically. “Sophia could be Baby Spice… Charlotte is Ginger spice, I’m obviously Victoria Beckham ‘cause duh, she’s a queen… and Y/N can be,” “Yeah, the one that nobody knows.” You ruthlessly chimed in. “That’s bullshit. I want a cape.” “Okay, how about we do something a little more embracing?” Charlotte suggested, giving up on the summary she had been reading in order to join the discussion. “Like painters or celebrities…” You and Oliver frowned at her idea. “I think the Fashion Design students are doing famous artists...” Sophia said. “We would just blend with them, wouldn’t we?” “What about the Pussycat Dolls?” “Listen, just because you have an off the charts confidence that allows you to pull off a latex bodysuit without looking like a trash bag, doesn’t mean all of us do.” Charlotte ruthlessly accentuated. Just by looking at Oliver, you could see the gears in his head turning to try and come up with a good reason why his ensemble suggestion was a brilliant one and far better than any of the other ones that had been made. “If you carry on insisting, me and the girls are going as Sugababes without you.” You quipped before he could. “Good! As long as you’re the tacky one with no fashion sense.” He razzed, throwing your pencil case back at you when you faked a offended gasp. The impact of it landing straight over your chest making you surprise cackle and prompting the stern looking librarian to shush you with a pointy look. As you looked ahead again, you came to the realization that Harry had happened to tilt his head at the noise as well. When he saw your eyes land on him, he was quick to stare away; but not before you got to witness his gaze acidifying at the scene… And maybe that’s what prompted him to blink heavily as he twisted back in his seat and dragged his chair to shield himself away from your staring. You felt a heaviness take over your chest at his posture. Feeling unsettled, ashamed even that he’d caught you laughing and seemingly having a good time with your friends. when the truth was that you had been feeling miserable, at best since Wednesday. In case you’re wondering why you hadn’t gotten around to apologize to him yet, there’s a very simple justification for that. It was proving to be impossible to get him alone.And trust me, you’d been trying! You’d been lurking around the corners and navigating your way around school through the emergency stairs, hoping you’d manage to run into him. But anytime you got to see him, he was always accompanied by someone… Except for now. But you couldn’t just approach him now, could you? It also didn’t help that anytime you crossed ways; his body language screamed that he would gladly fusillade you with his mind if he could. Like yesterday morning, when you were standing in the cafeteria line and saw him get up from his table and walking in your direction. Tricking you into believing that he was coming to you, and consequently almost giving you a heart attack, only for him to ignore your presence completely and politely ask the person standing next to you to move so that he could grab a jelly pot from the display shelf behind you. You’d texted him after that. At first just saying hello… then asking if he had a couple of minutes to talk… followed by a few question marks when 3 hours had gone by and he still hadn’t replied; And although maybe you could’ve spared him that last “Are you seriously not going to reply?”, he was being childish. And you were sensitive! ...and growing exasperatedly gloomy at his indifference. And that’s the reason that had you, almost unwittingly, getting up from your chair with the excuse that you needed the restroom and pushing through the swing door without sparing anyone a single look. You still hadn't defined exactly what you were going to say or do, but one thing was for sure. It wouldn't pass today without you getting him to forgive you. ** You had been stealthily standing against one of the library’s outside walls for roughly 2 hours. You had witnessed your friends leave about 1 hour ago; Whom you had discarded via text with the excuse of a sudden tummy ache. As the 2nd hour mark passed, every 15 minutes, you had to make an effort to remind yourself that all this waiting would be worth it when Harry pardoned your shitty attitude, and you were back to your ‘normal’ again. Or should you say, if he pardoned you? Well, out of respect for the burning muscles on your back and legs you decided to keep a positive mind. From where you were standing, you could take casual glimpses through the library window, to make sure he was still there. I know it sounds creepy, but you weren’t creeping in that sense, you just wanted to be prepared for the clash when it happened. And by that, you means that hopefully you would get a couple of seconds to calm yourself down as you watched him get up from his chair and head towards the door... Which sounded like a pretty solid plan... Until you were watching it happen in front of your eyes and suddenly the only thing you could do was stand there feeling your stomach sink and your heart rhythm pick up, since your limbs had apparently just decided to become useless. Luckily, you managed to snap out of it and push yourself to the front of the building, with roughly two seconds to spare before he was stepping out of the door. “Hi.” You heaved awkwardly once your faces met. As soon as Harry’s eyes landed on you, he tilted his head back and let out an annoyed sigh, swerving past you and walking off like you were an inanimate obstacle in his way. “No, wait!” You began pacing after him across the patio and inside school. - “Please! You have to listen to me...” You endlessly blabbered, almost bumping into him when he stopped abruptly in the middle of the hallway, in order to pick up his guitar from the locker he’d burrowed for the day. “Let’s talk, please! We can’t keep going like this…” You avowed, as he carried on whistling to himself and pretending like there wasn’t a girl standing there, desperately trying to communicate with him. “Stop!” You pressed, grabbing onto his forearm once he pushed the red metal door shut. “You have to listen to me!” “Oh, yeah? Says who?” He asked as he hastily put his dark green jacket on and positioned his guitar case over his shoulder. “Says me.” You pushed, and he scoffed. “What do you want?” He questioned begrudgingly. “My days are already shitty enough. I don’t need another fight with you to top things off...” He said, as he shut the locker and placed its key at the reception’s balcony. “I didn’t come to fight, I just-” You cut yourself off once a group of familiar students crossed the same hallway the two of you had just walked out from. “Can we go talk somewhere more private?” You hissed in a secretive tone. “It can just be outside or…” He lurched past you again, striding across the school’s hallway in long and rushed steps towards the exit that you knew would take him to the frat house quicker. “Harry…” You gave a little sprint after him. “I know you’re mad at me and rightfully so, but-” “Do yourself a favor.” He exhorted, stopping briefly just so that he could stare at you. “Go home, go back to your friends and stop walking after me and pretending like you care.” “I won’t. I’m sorry, but I won’t.” You said stubbornly as you carried on following him around. “And I refuse to stand here watching you walk away without even giving me a chance to speak. Because, I know I can act like a cunt and say a bunch of shit when I’m mad, but at the end of the day I think the world of you, and I care, and I… need you.” Your confession brought him to a halt. Particularly, the tremorous tone with which you voiced it, but it still didn’t stop him from puffing out his cheeks at it as he finally caved and twirled around to get a load of you. “I’ll think about it.” He annouced, right as he pushed open the exit door and stepped outside. You rushed to get beside him, silently walking next to him as he traced whatever path he felt like taking. Much like a sad, lost puppy following a random captivating stranger in the street. You could’ve sworn you saw him rolling his eyes at you anytime you unintentionally obliged him to slow his step by falling a little short behind, making you feel embarrassed how much you were struggling to just hide your short breathiness from him. But you would also rather die than dare to ask him to wait for you, so you just carried on trying your hardest to keep up as he effortlessly led you around the campus, until he stopped. Right in front of one of the few underprized scenic spots inside school grounds. The one that allowed for a nice view of the city, and the mountains, and the now golden, larch trees displayed in them. Harry took a big breath, crossing his arms over his chest. “I trust you have a decent justification to give me... Let’s hear it.” He said, eyes busy looking anywhere but at you, for no other purpose than to signal his defensiveness and lack of appetite to be having this conversation. “Yeah, so… I- um…” You couldn’t find the right words to say. The knot in your throat growing bigger and bigger with each passing second of staring directly at Harry’s beautiful face and scorching eyes. “I’m sorry!” You mewled, skipping forward and enveloping him in your arms, tight enough for your body to be completely clinched to his. He paced back a little at the crash, releasing a perceptible sigh through his nose and looking up towards the greyish, cloudy sky to avoid you noticing his crabbiness softening with the way you were enfolding his upper body in your arms. “You little demon…” Harry airily buzzes in your ear after a lengthy moment. “What am I to do with you, hm? Such a knotty little shit you are.” “I don’t know...” You all but sniffle, voice muffled with the way your cheek was firmly squeezed against his shirt. “Should probably tell me to fuck off.” “I should, shouldn’t I?” The boy chortles humorlessly, cracking a small smile out of you. “If only I could…” He says as he finally resents to embrace your body back, holding it close to his chest. You stood quietly for a couple of moments, just holding each other tightly, easing on the feeling of longing you felt for one another’s contact and merging heartbeats. “Why can’t you?” You asked, rubbing your fingertips up and down his back while his soothingly combed through the back of your hair, massaging your scalp. “Oh, you know... Just because you’re my protegee.” He says a little comically, making you whine a complaining hum against the middle of his chest. “Mostly.” He adds begrudgingly, upon your lovey-dovey sulkiness. “Are you mad at me?” “Yes.” “How mad?” “Let’s sit down for a bit...” He prompted, letting go of you and taking a seat over the short brick wall near the lookout. You sat beside him, keeping a cordial distance between your bodies that the situation called for. You got lost just staring at the landscape for a while, observing the way the moon was beginning to show in the sky, the way the last hints of luminosity of the day enveloped the buildings with a blueish hue, where distinctive spots of yellow glistened through. It got you to wonder how behind each of those bright windows there were stories... and problems, and happiness. Fights, sex, love, grief… It was all part of life. This life you were living. Somehow the realization was lulling you into an incomparable state of calmness, and filling your chest with a sensation of sparkling appreciation for your existence. Which was something that didn’t happen very often... As you stared to the side and caught Harry staring at you, you glanced back at him. Risking flashing him a soft smile at the recognition that, no matter how much gratefulness you found in sharing this earth, this city, this moment with all these strangers hidden behind the lit-up windows of their homes, most of all, you felt lucky to be sharing it with him. “I know I owe you an apology for what happened the other day.” You commenced, eyes stuck on your fiddly hands, casually placed over your lap. “You didn’t deserve that. The way I took my frustrations out on you...  It wasn’t fair. I know you were just trying to fix it... And you did. You did more than I did so, thank you. And… I’m sorry.” “Uau...” He seemed shocked. Stunned even by the apologetic words that had come out of your mouth “I wasn’t expecting that level of frankness coming from you.” He confessed, “Must’ve been tough on your pride, but I’m impressed.” He joked lightheartedly, with a twisted little smile. And yes, he was right. It was a very, very tough pill to swallow, but you knew your attitude had been overkill, and it turns out admitting to your flaws wasn’t bothering you nearly as much as you assumed it would. But nevertheless, it still felt good to have Harry acknowledging your effort. “I also didn’t mean any of the stupid things I said...” You carried on. “And I don’t regret anything I ever did with you, just to be clear.” “It’s not the first time you’ve made it seem you did, you know?” “I think I only said it because... I- I got really upset when we were interrupted, because I didn’t want things to end yet… and then the lamp thing happened and- It was just a lot. And I don’t deal very nicely with stressful situations, as you’ve probably already noticed...” “So, let me see if I got this right…” He smirks at you. “You were frustrated because you were horny, and your wonderful brain thought that the best way to deal with it would be to go off on the person that was more than willing to help you out?” “See, you make it sound terrible when you put it like that...” “Yeah, because it was that terrible.” He responded, pushing one of his knees up just so that he could rest his chin over it. “I just wish I could unscrew your brain sometimes... You’re so... complicated. But then you’re also…” He groans exasperatedly “...You drive me insane.” “I know! And I’m sorry, Harry... I really am.” He didn’t say anything back, just leaned back on his arms and started at the landscape. That was starting to come alive with the brightness of the lights and the sounds made by the nocturnal insects as twilight began to fade into a dark and breezeless night. “Sometimes I wish I could be a different person.” You admitted. He tilted his head to the side to look at you. “What do you mean?” “I don’t like the way that I am.” The girl disclosed, pinching at the skin of her hand to try and control the emotions prickling at the surface and making her want to cry. “I just feel like a walking headache most days, and I always wonder why I have to be... like this. An impulsive emotional wreck that says things she doesn’t mean and cries about it after.” She recoils into herself, feeling slightly embarrassed about the confession. “Sometimes I think people would like me better if I was a bit less… me.” She stares at him again, only to be met with his unwavering gaze, which partly makes her wish not to have said anything. “I wouldn’t.” Harry says easily. “No matter how much you love to test my patience, I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.” At that, you dared to wiggle your butt a little closer to him, uncertainly pressing your head against his shoulder. He didn’t seem discomfited with the approach, so you let it rest there. “Not even a teeny-tiny thing that would make it just a bit easier for you to put up with me?” “No.” Harry downright denied. It made your heart swell inside your chest. “Thanks for being such a good liar.” “You’re welcome.” He smiled, as you felt his head leaning to rest against yours. “Oh! I almost forgot! I got something for you.” You said suddenly, making Harry squeeze up his face with bewilderment at you, lips twisting into a squishy smile.“Okay. Before you get excited… The original plan was to get you one of those gift cupcakes they make at Sugarcity’s bakery. I was going to ask them to write something like sorry for being insufferable, with little hearts.” You said, motivating a cute little Aww to escape past the boy’s lips. “But I didn’t know if you had any allergies… or if you were vegan, because I remembered that you drank almond milk.” Harry blinked a couple of times, trying to process all the information that you were nervously throwing at him at record speed. “So I asked if they had any vegan pastries, and they said no, and then I kind of panicked and… ended up getting you this instead.” You turned around to unzip one of the sections of your bag, pulling out the plastic cup you’d carefully wedged between your books and lady stuff kit, so that it didn’t accidentally flip to the side. “Is that a Starbucks drink?” Harry asked once he got a glimpse of the large and lidded disposable cup you were hiding behind your back. “No, it’s not a drink…” Harry’s eyebrows snapped up with curiosity at the revelation. Looking back now, getting him a coffee drink would have probably been a better option, because at least then you would’ve been almost sure he’d like it. “What is it then?” He kept balancing his body back and forth, trying to get a peek of it. “It’s a… huh… It’s a…” You stalled, suddenly feeling slightly stupid for your gift choice. Instead of answering his question, you pulled out the cup and individual spoon and placed them in the small space left in between your bodies. “It’s a caramel pudding.” You elucidated once Harry picked it up with a curious and slightly confused smile. “You’ve gotten me a flan?” Harry chuckled, taking both items into his lap. He picked up the cup first, trying to pull the lid open with the help of his nails, making the plastic crack repeatedly under his impatient fingers. “It’s a little… liquidy.” He pointed out, noticing the pudding stirring around with his brusque movements. “It’s not just a flan!” You corrected, slightly offended by his belittling, even though you knew he was only trying to mess with you. “Look.” You pointed out. “It has a walnut biscuit crust at the bottom and chocolate mousse on top.” He playfully buried his face in his hand at her seriousness. “So, it’s a splashy flan…” “Shut up and eat your pudding.” You demanded, hiding your hands in between your thighs for warmth as you watched him tear open the plastic wrap with his teeth and shake the spoon off the package. You were unintentionally scrutinizing his face from the moment he dunked it inside the pudding and took a generous bite to his mouth. “Oh no… Is it not good?” You stressed upon seeing his face scrunch with disgust right as the mush touched his tongue. He tilted his head from side to side as he chomped and swallowed it. “It’s… different.” He kept sucking on his tongue, as if trying to figure out if he liked the taste. “It doesn’t taste like you would expect it to.” “Let me try.” You asked, reaching your hand to pull the piece of plastic cutlery from between his fingers, but he pulled his arm back so that you couldn’t reach it. “Close your eyes, I’ll do it.” “Harry…” You grumbled. “Stop being weird.” “‘M not being weird...” He affirmed with conviction, placing the spoon between his teeth and gently pushing your eyelids close with his thumbs. “It will help sharpen your palate.” “Fine.” You agreed, but immediately opened them up again once you felt him remove his hands from your face. “But you’ve got to let me know when it’s coming, can’t just shove it in my mouth without a warning.” “That’s what she said.” That shouldn’t have gotten you to laugh, but it did. “Really, Harry?” Taking a deep breath, you willingly closed your eyes again. “Shh... Focus.” He snorted out amidst a laugh. You could hear him swirling the spoon around the cup, what was triggering you a little bit since you were pretty certain the treat was supposed to be eaten layered and not as a mush, but you decided it wasn’t something worth nagging him about. “Hey! Don’t cheat.” He warned once he spotted one of your eyes teetering open with curiosity. “I wasn’t cheating…” You overdrew, pressing your lips together as you waited. What was taking him so damn long, anyway? “Yeah, right…” He wheezed mockingly. “Okay. I’m going to do it now.” You tilted your body a little more in his direction, jolting a little in place once you felt his hand brush away the hair strands falling over your left temple. The fact that he carried on running his knuckles over your cheek bone did nothing to help your confusion. “Should I open or…?” You asked in a slightly disconcerted tone, but the answer never came. Instead, you felt the cold, perfectly shaped tip of his nose grazing your own, immediately followed by the impact of his contrastingly warm and humid lips. You let out a small whimper at the surprise affection, something that got Harry to smile against your mouth. Your hand met the one he had resting on your face, tangling your fingers together with his freezing ones, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that he was kissing you. The kiss got deeper once your hand fell from his and went to catch a grip of the back of his neck instead. He followed your lead and dropped his down over your knee, gently kneading the jean covered flesh as your lips tweaked together in a revel of sucks, licks and barely perceptive hums. You could feel his stubble scratching your skin with every oscillating move of his head. The whole thing getting you so aroused that if you weren’t sitting on top of a wall you would’ve probably jumped on his lap already. As if he could sense your despair, Harry broke away from the kiss. Placing two final pecks over your puffy top lip before pulling himself away. “How was that?” He asked, as if the needy gasp that escaped you at the separation wasn’t enough of an answer. You stared at him, noticing the lopsided smirk on his face as he looked down at his dangly feet. You could hear him impatiently snapping the heels of his boots against the orange bricks as you licked your lips clean, getting a small hint of vanilla and caramel. “I don’t know.” You swiped your tongue against your lips again, only then noticing how the aroma complemented the scent of Harry’s perfume perfectly. “I think I might need to try it again...” You concurred, shyly shimmying your body closer to his until the sides of your legs were touching. “Oh no, what a drag…” He joshed, resting his arm around your shoulders to pull you even closer. You nuzzled your forehead on his neck, placing a kiss over the date tattooed on his collar bone before you looked up at him. Once you did, he combed your hair back with his fingers and leaned his face down with the intent of joining your lips again. “No, but actually…” You stopped him halfway, by placing your fingertip over his lips. You picked up the spoon from inside the cup, that was being held in place between his knees and took a bite of dessert to your mouth, tapping the rounded part in your lips as you savored it. “Did you actually not like it?” You questioned in a bit of a shock. “I think it’s one of the nicest puddings I’ve ever tried…” “Oh, I loved it.” He admitted, simpering at himself as he bumped his head on yours. “I just wanted an excuse to kiss you.” He mumbled against your hair. With a playful huff, you swung your right arm around the back of his neck and squeezed. “You’re a moron.” You mumbled in a whisper, reconnecting your lips to his again.  

“I know, I know, I know… I’m already going.” “You said that 30 minutes ago…” “It’s not my fault this stupid dye spray wasn’t working properly.” No, Y/N wasn’t in the middle of another identity crisis and decided to become a graffiter... She had been dyeing her hair with a purple hairspray to match her Halloween costume. After many hours of discussing in the group-chat you’d all settled for Comics inspired costumes for Halloween, since it allowed for a larger number of outfit styles. Oliver, still chasing his fantasy of being a Pussycat Doll, had went for a Catwoman costume... And therefore, blessed all of you with amazing footage of him struggling to squeeze his package inside a full cover black latex catsuit... and of him screaming in shock when he found that the costume’s zipper strategically went around his crotch and ass crack, for… Ahem, sexual convenience purposes. He was still going to wear it, there were no doubts regards that fact. You had went for a Raven costume, because well… not only was Teen Titans one of your favorite TV shows as a kid, but Raven was an extremely moody, sarcastic and therefore, relatable character. And she wore a cape! It was also a fairly simple costume for you to put together, which was nice because you were very against spending money on clothing you knew you would, most likely, only wear once. You already happened to own a turtleneck bodysuit and a pair of grey tights, so all you had to do really was order the purple cape and the golden belt from the most reliable looking seller on Wish. You also had to make a quick trip to the mall to buy the purple spray hair dye, something you’d completely forgotten about until it was almost too late... Hence the reason why you were running late for the party while your friends were already there. But of course, you were going to blame it on the can's sprayer not working properly for as long as you could. “Should’ve just gotten a wig.” Ameena said, right as you were finally stepping out of the dorm room and locking the door. “And spend the whole night with an itchy head? No, thank you.” You could hear Syro’s shitty EDM music thumping in background through the call… that you might have been lowkey enjoying as you strolled down the empty hallway pretending to be a cool girl in a music video... Until someone ruined your fantasy by screaming into the speaker, making you flinch and pull the phone away from your ear. “Who the hell was that?” “Hold on, I think Oliver’s trying to tell you something...” Ameena fretted, passing him the phone with the promise that something atrocious was going to happen if he dropped it. “Hi bitch! Hurry up!” The boy cackled, undeniable already tipsy. “Also, just in case you need extra motivation, your friend Madison looks hot, and is giving badges at the door... Also, he complimented my costume! Do you think he would like to test my zipper?” “Wait what?” “Oh right, I forgot to tell you...” Ameena pulled the phone from him again. “It’s traffic light policy tonight. Courtesy of our dearest Praxis Commission...” She moaned, and even though you were not seeing her, you could practically picture her tilting her head from side to side to check if anyone had heard her. “Apparently they did some sort of arrangement with Syro’s PR manager, because they figured it would be more beneficial to organize just one party and share the profits this year.” “Clever.” You granted, as you dropped the key at the reception and wished that night’s security guard a nice evening before walking outside. You hissed as soon as cold temperature embraced your body, rushing to curl the thin purple cape tightly around your body. The night was definitely too chilly to be going out in just a bodysuit, thighs and a cheap cape, that might as well not have been there had you been counting on it for warmth... But you knew that, as much as your body was begging you to go back and grab a jacket, it would soon become an inconvenience once you got inside the sweltering bar and realized you had no option but to carry it over your forearm all night... So you decided to just keep on walking and hoped not to catch a cold. “Now excuse my mindlessness, but what the fuck is a traffic light policy?” You asked, voice gaspy due to your chattering teeth. “It’s nothing major. They’ll give you a badge on the way inside, green one if you’re single and looking, yellow if it’s complicated or you’re just looking for friends, and red if you’re taken.” “Fucking great…” You moaned. “Also can you please explain what the hell that zipper thing was…” “It’s nothing, Oliver’s just trying to get under your skin.” “Okay well, tell him it’s not working.” “Sorry, I don’t lie to my friends. Now hurry up.” She said, right as you heard the call drop on you. ** The rest of your walk there was made slightly sulking at your friends’ lack of affliction for your health. For a start, you were already half pissed that they had left you to walk alone at night; And yes, you could’ve perfectly asked them to wait a little longer until you had finished getting ready, but you didn’t want to be a hamper to the fun that they were clearly already having without you. The least you expected was for them to care to keep you company through a call on your way there... But apparently, they weren’t even down to do that. Okay, maybe the reason that was getting you so pissy wasn’t entirely that... And more so the fleeting thought in the back of your mind making you want to call someone else. Someone you shouldn’t even be entertaining the thought of calling because he wasn’t your boyfriend, nor some sort of prince charming to come rescue you from the slumbers of an ice castle, that was certainly what the weather that night was starting to feel like. The worst part was that the reason why you wanted to call him wasn’t even to ask for a ride in his air conditioned wagon. It was that you wanted to hear his voice… And maybe complain a little bit about your friends... and about being cold... and about how the lining of your boot was starting to bite your toe as you walked. And other grumpy girlfriend things... You imagined what he would say back... He’d probably call you a winkling little shit... And then proceed to ask if you wanted for him to come pick you up. To which you would reply by telling him to go fuck himself… You don’t like it. Don’t like that your brain is tricking you into believing that maybe Harry would care that you were walking alone at night, and that the bitter cold was burning your nose and cheeks... And that perhaps, maybe he would even ask why you were upset and offer you his jacket once he realized that your body was freezing... just like he did last time. Only this time you would accept it, you decided. And not only due to waves of goosebumps protruding over your skin. You also don’t think it’s fair. How everything in your life now seems to revolve around him in one way or another… It’s like every single thing always brings you back to him, whether it is something as simple as that first whiff of the vanilla creamer that comes with the hot drink you pick when out for a coffee with actual Madison, or the uncertainty with which you stare at your underwear drawer every morning before picking out a pair of panties. You are quickly reminded why he gets to get away with this, though... As you walk inside the bar, still shaking and rubbing your hands together, and see him. Right at the entrance of the bar. Lazily manspreading under the table he was sitting at with Juno, the president of the students committee. He was also accompanied by a three distinct boxes of badly cut paper badges. Looking bored out of his mind as he raked his hair back. Something you are almost certain he spends at least half of his day doing, but that’s besides the point... He looks up from his seat and asks the student standing before him whatever variation of the same tedious question she figures he has been asking all night. “What color d’ya want?” And that was the moment you realized you really couldn’t help yourself. As you starts chewing on the inside your cheek to avoid the stupid little happiness grin from showing as your turn on the line approaches. Harry hasn't noticed yet, so you takes the chance to stare while you can. Because unfortunately the bar is packed, and the people are flowing in and out the door like shoals of fish crossing directions, so you already know you won't get away with tying the queue to talk to him for long. You aren’t quite sure what his costume is yet if you’re honest. All that you can see is that he’s wearing a long sleeve white shirt, that’s almost more red than white with how much fake blood there is in it, its sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, showing off a stripe of skin in between them and the pair of black disposable gloves he also has on, that match the creepiness of the shiny apron put on over his clothes. And although the outfit’s a bit intimidating, Oliver was right... he looked fucking hot. Once you finally reach the table, you cannot help but to cough a laugh once Harry peers up with dozy eyes. His lips automatically part and his tongue pokes out, prepared to ask the same drowsy question one more time, only to jump a little in his chair once he recognizes the face behind slick purple hair and silky bodysuit. “Shit! There you are!” He muses, like he had genuinely been waiting for you. “Thought you weren’t gonna come for a bit…” “I did.” You acknowledge inquisitively. “Was I expected not to?” “You weren’t with your friends, so I kind of figured you might have... you know.” “Might have what?” “Had other plans.” “Ran a little late, that’s all…” You jerk a little in place, as a sudden nervousness hits you. Almost like a shiver running up your body. “So…” You start coyly, “Are you going to be staying here the whole night?” You ask, referring to the party’s welcoming table. His eyebrows poked with interestingness. “Maybe… maybe not…” He drags before his face contorted in a smirk. “Why do you wanna know?” “I’m just making conversation…” You overdrew, moving a little in order to lean against the table. “And you look like you could use a break.” He shook his head mirthfully, like your choice of words frustrated him to some degree. Right as the two girls behind you rudely interrupted by asking if you could please go and chat somewhere else, since there were people actually trying to get inside the party. Harry quicky laid them off with a salty “Simmer down, will ya?” and a plead for them to just give it another minute. He reached down and picked out a yellow badge from its respective box and casually handed it to you without a single question asked.  “Excuse you?” You airily chuckle, resisting the urge to reach and grab the piece of paper that was being handed out to you. “What if I wanted a green one?” “Sorry, we’ve ran out of those already…” He deceived, leaning a little further over his forearms so that his upper body was completely blocking your view of the open box... and all the green badges displayed in it, that he was completely aware you had already seen. “I’m afraid we’re stuck in a take it or leave it kind of situation... Unless you’d rather leave with a red one instead. I’m sure that could be arranged...” “How unprofessional of you…” You puffed as you nimbly pulled it away from his hand. Not even attempting to pretend to be seriously bothered about it. “At least take me out on a date first.” You spat back jokingly as you finally resented to start making your way inside.   “Noted.” You heard him hoister over the music, so you looked back, feeling your stomach effortlessly sizzle once you catch a glimpse of him looking down and smiling at himself.

“Were you just checking me out?” You ask as you catch Harry covertly eyeing you up and down from the corner of your eye, right as he managed to get you distractedly looking somewhere else by pointing out how mysogenistic and ugly Syro’s bathroom signs were.  He had just came to find you during his break, approximately an hour after you’d last seen him at the door. You had been talking through texts throughout that time space though. Not very fluently because Harry’s hands had been constantly busy giving out and picking up batches, but you still appreciated the five short texts he’d managed to send you. And the fact that he’d been the one to start the conversation, even if it was just to say “What a pair of Marys” referring to the girls who’d rushed you in line. “I was checking your outfit.” Harry made sure to clear. “It’s cute. I like it.” “Thanks.” You said, swirling your cape as you made a little spin and stared at him over your shoulder. “You look nice as well.” You complimented, as you turned to face him again. “I would say cute but there’s nothing cute about a scary butcher man, really.” “God.” He smiled widely, looking away from you with a shake of his head. “What?” “Nothing.” He audibly cleared his throat. “I just had a big urge to kiss you,” He admitted once he noticed your inquiring stare. “…and then I realized I couldn’t.” You looked around yourself, mostly focusing on the spot your friends were dancing on. They weren’t actively searching for you in the crowd, however, they were still close enough to be able to notice what you were up to if they happened to take a casual glance to their left. You figured it wouldn’t hurt if anyone witnessed a little greeting gesture though, so you got on your tippy toes and placed a brisk, steadfast peck over his cheek. “Better?” “Hmm…” He hummed, briefly waving his hand with a so-so gesture. “I think we could get away with a bit more than that.” “Oh really?” You fixed your hands on the black plastic apron he had on, right over his stomach, and guided him further into the shaded corner. Your mouth found his neck then, placing a few vacillating lip strokes over the base of it, triggering a rise of goosebumps right over the boy’s tender skin and a soft little moan to erupt from the bottom of his throat. “You have a really pretty neck.” You mentioned, as you begrudgingly pulled away from it. “Have I ever told you that?” He let his head drop, lips tittering with shyness. “I don’t think you did, no.”   “Oh my god. Are you blushing right now?” You jokingly pestered, tilting your head down to try to get a peek of his adorable warming face. “Aw, you’re actually shy… Who would’ve known?” “No. Stop it.” He ousted the topic, wrapping his arms steadily around your lower back, underneath the costume’s cape, and pulling you closer to him again. “When can I get you alone? This party sucks and I wanna get out of here...” “You’re out of luck.” You sighed with a pouty smile. “It’s that week of the month. This time, for real.” “Not what I meant.” Harry remarked. “I was thinking more like we could go somewhere else… just you and me.” He suggested a little apprehensively, as if he was scared that you would find his invitation overbearing or unseemly. “Do you like beer? There’s a craft beer place downtown. It’s cozy in there, I think you’ll like it... They also have other stuff… in case you’re not a beer person.” “Is this about my date comment?” “No, it’s not that.” He assured. “I was already planning on asking, soon if not tonight.” “Okay then, I guess I could go for an extravagant beer with you… ” You couldn’t stop a giant smile from breaking out of you, sparking the same effect on Harry. “I just need to go ditch my friends first, otherwise there’s a possibility they’ll go apeshit thinking I’ve gotten kidnapped on my way to the loo.” “What are you planning to tell them?” “Anything but that I’m going for a beer with the crazy butcher man?” Harry smiled at your words, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Not that you would’ve noticed even if it, did since he was looking down at his own feet. “Because of whole the concept of it or because then they’d know it was me and you’d be embarrassed about it?” “What? No. Why would you say that?” “I don’t know… Because you’re always really secretive about me, and us.” “I’m not.” You instantly countered, spurring a disagreeing heave to dissipate from Harry’s nostrils. “Okay, maybe I am a little bit… But that’s not the reason why. It literally couldn’t be further away from being that.” “What is it then?” He looked up at you then. Mixed emotions showing in the shape of a thin layer of water pooling over the corners of his attentive, rounded eyes. “I don’t know. I think I think too much… and it makes me scared of irrational things.” “What things?” My feelings for you. You eventually realizing I’m not that special and dumping me for someone better. How that would leave me absolutely shattered… and especially how going through all that would be 1000 times more degrading if people knew about it. “Just… things.” You dissembled, leaning in and crashing your lips on his, unabashedly and without a single care who saw. It seemed to have caught him by surprise with the way his body sprang in place at the unpredictable stir of events. Yet surprisingly, he didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, as both your hands caressed his cheeks and your lips jounced together with his enticingly slow, disconnecting and gluing back together continuously until your drained lungs were forcing you to part from him to collect your breath.   “That was...” Harry exhales, cutting his own sentence halfway by smiling at you, widely and a little shamefaced. “... I know.”  You completed, happily wheezing out the last portion of air remaining inside of your lungs. “You’ve got a bit of…” You signaled your top lip with a silent giggle, rushing Harry to cover his mouth with a worrisome “What?” You gently drew his hand away. “Come here, you twat. It’s just lipstick.” You cued, taking the pad of your thumb to his mouth in order to wipe the purple smudge you’d accidentally left right over his stubbly top lip. “I’m fairly sure these were meant to be kiss-proof, but... clearly they’re not.” “No, I think they are…” He said as he began puckering up your thumb with kisses as you softly rubbed it against his skin. “It’s my kisses, they’re just too good.” “That they are…” You conceded, lightly smacking your lips on his again, careful not to leave a mark at your departure. “Okay, I’m going back to my friends now, for like an hour... and then we can go, okay?” Harry’s face glowered a little at your resolution. “That’s too long…” He held onto your waist and pulled you in for a welcomed hug. “But okay... just text me when you want to go. I’ll be waiting… anxiously.” You held on to him tightly, humming in delight at the feeling of his lips puckering up all along the side of your neck. “Baby.” You swiped at his fondling neediness. “Huh?” He pulled his face away from your neck to eye you. “Did you just say baby?” “Oh hush. It wasn’t in that sense and you know it…” “Yeah yeah, right, okay…” He mocks, engaging in a taunting tone. “…baby.” “Don’t baby me.” You knocked, countering his mocking approach with furrowed eyebrows and slightly pouty lips. “Why?” He took advantage of the approximation to plant a gaggle of kisses all over the side of your face. “Cause I’ll baby you.” You quipped back, genuinely only trying to get under his skin as you fondled your face right back into his neck to try and give him a harmless little love bite. Partly as revenge for formerly marking you as his trophy the other night. As he felt your lips covertly suck on the base of his neck, he tilted his head to the side and clashed his mouth on yours, never fully kissing you. Just battening his lips against yours to try and give you a little fight. “I’m not entirely opposed to the idea… baby.” He confessed, lazily scattering pecks over your lips in between words. “Okay… baby.” With that, you felt him physically cave into your touch. Head calculatedly dipping back in the perfect angle to allow your mouth to seek refuge in that same spot from earlier. “Mark me.” He enticed as he felt your lips patting across his jaw again. “I can tell you want to.” “And you don’t mind it?” “No.” He mewled, as your hand found his, curling your fingers together. “Not if it’s you.” You made use of the hand bond to keep him pined against the wall, as the grip of his free hand tightened around the roots in the back of your hair and his eyes fell shut, reveling on the feeling of your lips venturing underneath the locks falling over his shoulders and smooching down the his neck.   **           The beer had gone well, sort of… The pub really was nice. Tiny, quiet, with a vintage atmosphere and with a warm, soft lighting to it. You had sat face to face in one of the corner tables and agreed to an irish black beer to sip in between conversation, that flew smoothly throughout the rest of the night. In between the casual conversation, you’d covertly tried to throw in a couple of personal questions at Harry. About his family, his friends, his plans for the future, his current and past dating life… Some he’d answered in remarkable detail, most he’d unsurprisingly dodged with a spirited remark or a wistful sigh. You still managed to gather some interesting facts about his life... That his parents weren’t together anymore, although he kept a good relationship with both... That he always video called his sister the night before his music exams in order to play for her, because her approbation always made him feel a little more confident in himself... That him and Everlee had known each other since high school… and did have a bit of a fling in the past, but nothing too serious, according to him. You tried to pry further into that... which went unsuccessfully, but led to a question whose answer was left floating in and out of your mind for the rest of the night, mainly because it left you even more fouled up, if that was even possible. And that was when you’d found a way into trapping Harry into a “Let me guess, you don’t do serious relationships…” type of hunch. To which he'd smiled, with one of those boyish smiles of his that had you nibbling on the inside of your lip to avoid lunching forward to kiss him, and said, “I think it’s more that serious relationships don’t do me.” You’d obviously tried to plug into it a bit more, but then he started calling you a nosy little brat and implying that you ask way too many questions for someone who doesn’t see him as boyfriend material. Which, bear in mind, you never clearly said. Because well, it’s not true… or at least you don’t really see it that way. You guessed that insinuation might have been an attempt at figuring out what you were legitimately looking for, not only with him but in a general partner. So you responded the best you could, deciding to keep to yourself that the thought of being with someone that isn’t Harry makes it feel like your heart just dove straight into the bottom of your stomach, and that the prospect of him being with someone else hurts even more. To the point that it makes you wish that if you ever get to watch that happen, someone will just crush your chest in with a baseball bat instead. The feeling scares you, being honest. Scares you because you’re head over heels in love with a boy you have a feeling might actually like you a little bit more than he leads on, but then again, how will you ever know? He sure as hell won’t tell you! Unless you can count with the way he looks at you as you speak, that makes your dumb little heart kick up in your chest every god damn time… Or the way he distractedly bites down on his lip and looks at your mouth when you’re in the midst of a rant about how sour gummy rings are ‘waaay better’ than any other Halloween candy... Or when he gets your blood buzzing by unapologetically pushing his mouth on yours as soon as you set ass inside his car, after leaving the pub with the promise of a harmless ride home… And insists on tangling your hands together and calling you ‘baby’ as you make-out over the seats of his brown, apple-smelling Volvo. Chaper XI taglist: @just-vm​ @gracexelizzabeth​ @stylescayoon @happydays​ (i hope i didn’t forget anyone. if i did please lmk, same if you wanna be added ;D)

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