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yeonjuns-beanie · 11 months

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Licentious Affairs

warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, definitely dub-con, a little non-con, use of restraints, having sex with a demon, some animalistic behaviors, descriptions of blood, biting, degrading, hair pulling and i think that's everything

summary: you and dalton grew closer over the course of the fall semester. you sense a mutual feeling but still, a crush feels forbidden. on the night that dalton decides he needs to unlock all his memories for good, something possesses his earthly form and you’re left at its mercy.

a/n: when i saw the new installment of this franchise, something about him being possessed had me kicking my feet and giggling. this is 100% self indulgent bc I feel like this is so niche lol. it strays from the events in the film(obvi) but I hope whoever comes across enjoys and i'll get back to my kpop postings shortly :3 ~nero

possessed!Dalton Lambert x female reader

word count: 4.4k

pt.2

The breeze was crisp and the trees were warm bouquets of orange, yellow, and sun-bleached green. As you walked across campus, the leaves crunching under your feet you appreciated the change in season. Wrapping yourself a little tighter in your knitted cardigan, you pulled out your phone checking your notifications. Swiping out of your social media a message from Dalton popped up on your screen.

van gogh: r u out of class yet

y/n: walking to the dorm rn

van gogh: okay, i’ve got something to show you

Turning the volume up on your music and stuffing your phone back into your stubby front pocket, you continued your walk to the dorm. Your mind was scattering all the different possibilities of what Dalton could’ve found out. Since the beginning of the semester, his art professor had been unleashing techniques on him to tap into a deeper artistic space. Through this theory of unlocking, he opened up memories that were tucked away so tightly that he forgot they were his own. Throughout the semester, you’ve been forced to be around his revelations as you were his dorm mate, but you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy his company.

At first, you thought it was just you being good-natured and wanting to extend a hand to him in a time of need. But as his walls crumbled down you wormed your way in and slowly you found you guys becoming quite close. Opening the main doors to your dorm building the way the air felt never failed to bother you. The brick walls made it constantly humid and it was borderline suffocating with how many bodies passed through the day. Dragging your feet across the floor, you began to feel the day place its weight on your body. You felt another vibration in your pocket but ignored it, deciding to look at the notification once you got settled in.

Opening the door to your room, you were met with Dalton hunched over the canvas of his current piece. He was so focused on the painting that he didn’t hear you come in until the door clicked shut. You dropped your bag on the floor and he finally looked up.

“Hey. Didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yeah, you looked pretty focused on that freaky ass painting.”

“If not for this freaky ass painting, I’d still be “boring.”’

Flopping onto your bed, you chuckled remembering the first interaction you guys had with each other. You so desperately were trying to break the ice with your roommate and least to say it was the smallest bit painful getting some info out of him. As Dalton added the last few strokes of creativity, he put down his brush and wiped his hands off with a rag. Meanwhile, you were getting lost in his every move. You were tracing him, the way he moved, really just the way he existed. Losing yourself in your thoughts you didn’t hear him calling your name.

“Y/n…y/n? Are you even here right now?” “Huh?- Sorry was spacing out, long day.”

You were praying that somehow he wouldn’t think too much of it and just pass it off as you disassociating and not internally doting on him. You sat up as he walked over to your bed, the mattress shifting as he sat.

“So you know how we learned I can astral project right?”

You nodded and raised your eyebrows urging him to go on.

“Well, I think, whatever I’m remembering–if I finish that painting I’ll remember everything.”

You looked at him, brows furrowing and your eyes showing an incredulous type of fear. Memories from the last time he projected flooded your mind. Whatever was stalking that other plane had it out not only for Dalton but for anyone in his vicinity. It left you stricken, but subconsciously you knew you couldn’t leave Dalton to deal with it alone.

“You wanna…go back again?”

“I think it’s my only option y/n.”

You sighed knowing there was really nothing you could do to get him to think otherwise. You stared off toward the cryptic painting searching your brain for a solution that didn’t involve him going back to that other world. Nodding, more towards yourself, you looked back at Dalton.

“Okay. When are we doing this?”

There was a small flash of a ‘thank you’ that graced his features. The relationship you shared was beyond the parameters of normal but it was exactly that that allowed you guys to grow so close with one another so quickly. He let out a sigh a dour expression taking over.

“Tonight.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line forcing yourself to become comfortable with the reality of the situation. Slightly nodding, you stood up grabbing your bag from the floor.

“Alright. I’ll be right back. Just gonna run and grab some fairy lights so I can have some source of light in here while you play Sherlock Holmes in the upside down.”

Dalton cracked a smile, a small chuckle escaping him. It was something that softened the heaviness of the situation, lifting the tension not only between you two but for your anxieties. It also made something flutter in your stomach, something you’ve desperately been trying to swallow scared of what would happen if he were to find out. You were about to open the door but a hand on your shoulder stopped you.

“Your phone.”

A gentle smile stretched across his face and there was something softer about him in this particular moment. Maybe it was the knowledge of the impending doom that would ensue in a few hours or maybe it was just two people being vulnerable. You weren’t sure what came over you but the urge to hug him was impossible to pass over and your body moved faster than your mind could react. Your arms wrapped around him finding relief and comfort in him returning the gesture so quickly.

Pulling away from him you found a certain softness swimming in his eyes that you never noticed before. Feeling slightly overwhelmed and bashful you fiddled with your fingertips attempting to wash away the anxiety that was running through you.

“Thanks. I won’t be too long.”

Dalton nodded and you slipped out of the doorway. As you walked down the hallway to leave the building you were fighting a more than enthusiastic grin as you felt those same pesky feelings flutter through your being. If only you had a similar gift to Dalton’s you’d be able to see that he was feeling the exact same way. As soon as you left the dorm he sat back on his bed, his hands trying to wipe away the elation he felt from the hug you shared. He was fighting a similar demon as your own, the fabrication of feelings–a crush.

As he laid back on his bed he was running through all his favorite parts of you, something that he didn’t think he could say out loud. His mind was in too many places at once, going back and forth between the budding feelings he felt for you and the unfortunate calamity that he was going to have to face not long after you came back.

Coming out of the corner store, you were surprised by how fast the sun began to tuck behind the mountains. You had an interesting relationship with the fall season, loving how the weather changed and the natural warmness that fall carried. By the same token though, you wished daylight lasted a bit longer, especially tonight. You wished the sun would never set so neither one of you would have to experience the ire that attaches itself to Dalton when the night approaches.

When you got back into the dorm building, there was a formidable sense of dread that you felt settle in your stomach. You tried to brush it off as anxiety now that the navy blanket of night was cast over the sky, but as you approached your dorm the feeling only worsened. Taking a deep breath as you turned the handle of the door, you exhaled as you entered the room, dropping your bag by the door and tossing the bag of lights on your bed.

You were about to announce your arrival to Dalton but were surprised to find him asleep on his bed. You were gone for maybe half an hour so you didn’t think he’d be too deep in sleep. Admiring his form you quelled your thoughts by grabbing the box of lights out of the grocery bag and began to unravel them while calling out to Dalton.

“Dalton…Dalton.”

Plugging the lights in the wall, you called for him one more time before deciding to walk over and shake him up. But when you turned around, he was already sitting up on his bed. It spooked you because you didn’t hear him move.

“Jesus! Make a noise or you know, yawn or something. Scared the shit outta me.” You nervously giggled. That sickly feeling found its way back in your stomach again and you couldn’t quite figure out why. Moving the string of lights around your bed, you found Dalton being more quiet than usual and you ruled that to be the reason why your stomach was turning in knots.

“You alright man? You’re being more weird than usual.”

Silence. Crippling silence.

Chills ran up your body and you tried desperately to feel some sense of normality about the situation. Dalton got up from his bed and walked over to his canvas, running his fingers over the freshly dried paint. He forced some extra air out of his nose somewhat resembling something of a laugh. You kept yourself on high alert as you walked over to your bag to grab your phone. As you got your phone and turned around your eyes met Dalton’s frame huddled in the corner of the room closest to your bed.

The way the string of lights illuminated him caused that sinking feeling to turn into something more dire. You started to go beyond the safety of things just being “weird” and recognized it was fear settling into your bones. Dalton’s shoulders were quivering almost resembling what a laugh would look like but no noise was coming out.

“Dalton, what’s going on? You’re freaking me out.”

Ignoring your intuition, you slowly walked over to him, hoping that the lights would let you see something that you were missing from your distance away from him. You left a couple feet in between you two and you called out to him again, only this time he turned his head slowly in your direction. Any rumination of worry about your friend was quickly replaced with terror once his head turned enough for you to see his eyes. They weren’t his own. They were yellow and held malicious intent.

You wanted to stand your ground but the gasp that left you made a sound before you could stop it. You watched a smirk grow on Dalton’s face and as you broke your chains of frozen fear, you turned around in an attempt to reach the door. Before you could take your second step towards your escape, your feet left the safety of the ground and your body was flung through the air.

Hitting the art wall adjacent to Dalton’s bed your body flopped onto his bed, a shield of sheets as your protection. In a poor attempt to quickly figure out an escape you instead were met with the evil incarnate of Dalton. Your heart was pounding, fear and a dread of the unknown at the forefront of your mind. His frame was looming, staring you down like fresh prey. You gripped the bed sheets staring him down trying to convince yourself you weren’t fearful. Your plan was successful, but the longer you looked at him the easier it became for something more sinister to eclipse your emotions.

Lust.

A salacious intent swapping out the fear of him for the fear of yourself and your own emotions. Why were you feeling this? Could whatever was using Dalton as a vessel hear your thoughts? How could you look at him the same way after this? All of your questions were pushed to the back of your mind as the door to your dorm slowly opened and Dalton turned towards it. You saw nothing in the doorway but almost like a warning, a low timbre shriek echoed from his throat as a bloody goop tumbled out of his mouth.

Whatever was entering the door from the other side left, the door clicking shut and his attention was unfortunately back on you. With a feeble bid, you hoped that calling to Dalton would release him of whatever had a hold on him. As Dalton turned around to grab the cord of lights from the wall, the way he stalked back over to you sent a familiar feeling to pool in your stomach.

“Dalton…I know you’re in there. Dal-”

“-To be face to face with what was keeping me from him recently was not what I expected to see. Nor did I expect it to be so filthy.”

It felt like someone was trying to steal your heart from its chest. There was a certain grit to his tone that was not Dalton’s and you weren’t quite sure if it frightened you or excited you. As he wrapped the cord around his hand he stalked closer to you on the bed.

“Most would be terrified in a situation like this, but you? I can smell you. It’s hard to ignore really.”

You backed further to the wall suddenly facing the reality of your situation. Your heart sped up but not out of fear. The closer he got the more aroused you became but you didn’t want to admit that to yourself just yet. Before you had an understanding of what was going on in front of you, your wrists were taken and tied to the bedpost with the cord Dalton was winding up.

“No!”

A sudden urge to fight back, you weren’t sure if this was something you wanted under the given circumstances. As you tried to push back against the cord, an unseen force was pinning your body to the bed. Your vision was obstructed by the fabric of Dalton’s baggy long sleeve but the overwhelming feeling of arousal was something you couldn’t ignore when he moved to face you and you looked directly into his yellowed eyes.

His hand snaked down the front of your body leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. It was a twisted feeling, you dreamt of a moment like this but with the given situation you were struggling if it was right. As his hand toyed with the button of your jeans any doubt about the situation was pushed to the back of your mind and a gritty tone echoed in the silence of the room.

“It’s funny. Hearing you think you have enough strength to deny yourself pleasure.”

You arched your eyebrow confused by his admission. He took heed of this and answered before you had a chance to vocalize your thoughts. He leaned forward stalking over your body before he placed himself next to the shell of your ear.

“Your thoughts are so loud. Louder than his–if only…he could be the one to see you like this. He’s wished for it.” He pulled away grinning at you in a way that made your walls flutter around nothing. You wondered if the confession of your Dalton “wishing for it” was real or just something the entity used to get under your skin.

You didn’t have much time to think on the matter as your heart rate picked up again at the unfortunate realization that you, were enjoying this. The smirk that rested on Dalton’s face let you in on the sadistic pleasure of whatever was taking control of him was feeling. Before Dalton moved away from the shell of your ear, he took a deep inhale of the scent of your neck.

Humming in relish, he nipped at your earlobe gingerly pulling at the skin as he snaked down your body once more. You wish you had more control but the whimper that left your throat was something instinctive. As this primal version of Dalton reached your hips, your zipper was quickly unfastened and your pants were tossed to the other side of the room

Dalton moved his legs so that he was no longer straddling your own and situated himself in between them. Sliding toward the edge of the bed, he slid down enough to be face first with your messy cunt. Your desire soaking through the fabric leaving no room for doubt in your feelings. Shoving his nose into your drenched panties, he huffed the scent of you a second time causing you to squirm away from the action.

Closing your eyes and rolling your lips around your teeth, you tried to silence your whines to collect yourself. Once again trying to convince yourself that you had more power over your bodily wants and needs.

“Stop, please.”

Your plea was met with a sardonic giggle and as you looked down and was met with the sick glow of his yellow eyes. Dalton stalked back up your body, hovering over your face and clicking his tongue at you mockingly. As you were entranced by the figure above you, you failed to realize that he unbound your wrists from the cord. The sudden freedom surprised you but was swallowed by the feeling of his hand slithering in your panties and rubbing his finger across your slick folds.

Your body shuddered in hedonism, rolling your hips up into the feeling. As one finger slipped its way into your slick cavern your hands found solace in fisting the sheets. As he entered a second finger you couldn’t contain your sounds.

“Ah~! I can’t believe this is happening. I can’tbelievethisishappening.”

In your stupor of sexual panic, a low chuckle brought you back down to your body. His fingers curled inside of you repeatedly hitting the special spongey spot you cherished so much. As your moans became more frequent and less controlled, he removed his fingers from your pulsating hole and ripped your panties off of your sensitive frame. You whined out not only at the loss of contact but at the sudden cool air that breezed over your skin. Settling into your body you were panting heavily as you stared down Dalton.

His yellowed eyes still igniting fear but simultaneously leaving you wanton and in a state of ache. That conflicting feeling flooded your brain again and soon felt guilt peering over the horizon. Before you were given the chance to wrestle with your thoughts, Dalton straddled himself over your body. One hand grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks to pry your mouth open just enough to shove his fingers into your mouth. He looked down at you, a small smirk adorning his face.

“Suck.”

Overwhelmed by the sudden roughness you complied immediately not wanting to make the situation even more escalated. Your eyebrows furrow, your face plagued with anxiety as you watch Dalton come closer to your face. The leftover stain of blood that was on his chin smeared across your lower cheek as his breath fanned over your skin leaving your body wanting more. As he removed his fingers from your mouth, he licks from your chip up to the tip of your nose. Dalton pulls away slightly so he can get a better look at your face as a venomous smile pulls at his.

He takes the hand that was holding your face and drags it down the side of your cheek as he exhales a phrase that would chill your bones.

“Everything I’m going to do to you…he wishes he could do himself.”

The anxiety you felt prior was beginning to trickle back in as you realized the tank top you were wearing underneath the cardigan provided you little safety from the one above. Dalton’s hands slid up your torso underneath your tank top, his hands massaging over the soft flesh of your breast. Undoing the front clasp, your tits pancaked out of the fabric only for one to be caught by Dalton’s rough hand and the other encased by his lips.

You tried to keep a coherent thought, to push back against him but you lacked the mental will due to the rapture spidering through your body. As his mouth left your nipple, the cold air sent shivers through your chest and rippled down your back as his lips savagely placed open mouth kisses along your jawline, nipping at your skin with each release.

Caught up in the feeling you almost blocked out the sound of his belt becoming undone. But as soon as you were aware, the time to react had come to pass. His cock, hard and heavy was pulled out from the layers of fabric and you felt it tap against your inner thigh. You were suddenly hyperaware of how exposed you were and the understanding of what was about to happen next rushed through you.

“W-wait! I don’t, I can’t I~ah! Fuck!”

Before you had the chance to form a coherent thought, his cock entered your seraphic walls and his teeth bit at the skin on your neck. A mark that would surely leave a stain in the aftermath. Having already been overstimulated by the situation itself, the stretch of his cock was horrifically sinful. You couldn’t help the fluttering of your walls as he rocked his length in and out of you at a harrowing pace.

As he finally let go of your neck he huffed out in the intersection of your neck and shoulder. His exhales made your skin humid and left you with another layer of unwanted pleasure. Trying to bring yourself back down to your body, your hand released the binding grip it had on the bedsheets and sought refuge in Dalton’s sweatshirt, something proving to be a mistake.

A low growl erupted from Dalton’s throat and before you could register what was happening, he had pulled himself out of you and manhandled you to get on your hands and knees.

“What made you think that you could touch me, hmm?”

Like a viper his hand webbed itself in your hair, gripping it at the base and pulling your body up. Adrenaline pumping, you were searching for a viable response but came up with nothing but babbles.

“I-I don’t, I don’t know. I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

He controlled the movements of your head, forcing you to crane your neck and stare at him in his amber orbs one last time. Mocking your apology, he cooed at you.

“Aww, you’re sorry? Why don’t you show me how sorry you are?”

Punctuating his statement by rushing his cock back into your ruined cunt, you cried out at the feeling. He shoved your face back into the bed, his pace now unrelenting and no longer a derivative of pleasure but rather of power. With every thrust you felt the tip of his cock assault your cervix, causing tears to well up in your eyes and dry into the sheets beneath you. It was overwhelming, feeling like all decision was stolen from you.

The only thing that filled the room now were the occasional groans from the figure above you and muffled sobs from yourself. You hated that you could feel the approaching feelings of ecstasy building in your lower stomach. The heat was building and the suffocating squeezes from your gummy walls around his cock were more than enough to alert him to your demise.

“You gonna cum around me, you filthy slut? Enjoyed every second of this didn’t you?”

The guilt you were warding off finally made its way to the forefront of your emotions but you couldn’t find it within yourself to admit that you did, in fact, enjoy all of this. You settled for denial. Denial would save you from the inevitable self reflection you’d have to face.

“No, no no I didn’t! I didn’t enjoy it. I didn-!”

Your body cut you off, your orgasm washing over you reluctantly but comedically in timing. As your body shuddered around him, you heard that same derisive chuckle leave his throat mocking you yet again.

“Keep telling yourself th~aht.”

He pulled himself out of you, spraying his seed across the exposed portion of your back. The warmth felt overt, wicked, and it was something you didn’t want on you. You didn’t have the gall to face the being behind you. Instead, you let your body fall limp against the bed as the being fronting as Dalton stood up and fixed himself back into his clothes. From behind you heard him.

“Say hi to him for me.”

Not expecting a response from you, he left Dalton’s body. His earthly form collapsing on your dorm floor. You didn’t have the strength to turn and help him up as he came to, too busy wrestling with your emotions as tears pooled out of your eyes. You heard your Dalton groan and stand up reaching to turn on the lamp light on his art desk. As the warm light illuminated the room, he turned around silence and shock devastating him as he took in the sight of you.

You tried to quell your sobs, but your body kept shaking them out. Dalton slowly walked over to you trying to survey your body without touching you. When his eyes landed on the alabaster stains that painted your lower back a terrifying realization overcame him.

“Y/n…? Y/n, talk to me.”

The gentle tone was something you missed dearly despite only being gone for such a short amount of time. It comforted you knowing that the worst was over for at least right now. Dalton kneeled on the floor resting his upper body on the side of the bed. You turned your head slowly, still somewhat expecting to meet those hideous yellow eyes but when you saw the gentle and disconcerted brown pupils you were swamped with relief. Tears still were falling across your face, their frequency diminishing.

You gave him a weak smile, a small “hey” leaving your lips. Like cracked porcelain, he wouldn’t dare touch you. He couldn’t break you more than he already had. His tone weak and regretful, he scanned over your fragile body trying to understand how this happened. He let his head fall next to yours, burying his head in sheets.

“What did I do to you?”

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eddiemunsons-missingnipple · 1 year

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Can i show you something?

Pairings: Virgin!Eddie x fem!reader

Summary: Eddie desperately wants to make you feel good.

Warnings: oral (female receiving) fluffy, Eddie being cute. Eddie cums in his jeans. He's confident, but like not really.

A/n: short little fic porn no plot. Also, I'm posting this right after my dad!eddie fic to help keep balance in the world.

18+ no minors not proofread

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Laying back in Eddie's bed, feeling your face tingle from the alcohol. Eddie was currently wrestling to get his shirt off. The night had stared off exciting as you dragged Eddie to one of Steve's parties. He reluctantly tagged along, claiming if it wasn't for you, he'd say no. Eddie opted not to drink too much, so you both waited until you got back to his trailer.

Once you arrived back at his trailer, he couldn't keep his lips and hands to himself. He trailed soft kisses down your neck to your collarbone. That's usually how far things would go with you and Eddie. Hot make-up sessions consisting of some dry humping that left you wanting more.

You were sure he felt the same way, too. He never pressured you to go farther. He would stop the kissing first, telling you it's best to end it there. You wished he would've continued and did more. Touch you more and tease you more.

You noticed Eddie loved teasing you a lot. Whether it was in public or behind closed doors. You loved the way he would grab your ass tight and make grind down hard on his growing erection. Making you whimper in his mouth as he kissed you. He'd always break the kiss, biting his lip and mocking the little noises you would make. You would wrap your arms around his neck as he lifts his hips up harder into your aching core. That's usually where he'd leave you.

Now you're lying in his bed naked under his covers. Alcohol made you both very needy, and Eddie couldn't keep his hands off of you. Now that Eddie finally got his old band tee off, which took way longer than it should have. He crawled his way up to you and kisses you softly on your lips. Making his way down your jaw and neck, nipping at the soft skin.

He continues making his way down your body, moving his blanket away slowly. He looks up into your eyes before wrapping his lips around your nipple. Sucking it gently as his other hand moves up to kneed your other breast.

You're breathing heavy, and the throbbing between your legs is getting uncomfortable. Spreading your legs open wider, you move your hips upward, desperate for some friction. Eddie is being so gently only biting and sucking as softly as he could.

You can tell he's holding back, but you think it's because it's the first time you're being intimate like this. You think it's because Eddie doesn't want to hurt you, and that's only partially true. He let's go of your nipple with a little pop.

"C-Can I taste you?" He asked you, nodding your head, yes. You lean forward for a kiss. He laughs at you and shakes his head. He rubs the back of his head and sits back on his knees. His face goes red, and the blush on cheeks spreads to his neck and chest. He begins stuttering slightly.

You notice this is the first time you've ever seen him like this way. He's flustered, and you think this is cutest he's ever looked. Judging by how confident he usually is, you'd never thought a question like that would leave him speechless. A question he asked no less. Clearing his throat, the confidence is coming back.

"Not here." He pecks your lips and cups your sex over the blanket. "Here." He said, looking deep into your eyes. His pupils blown out and his cock painfully hard in his jeans. You gasp as you feel his thumb barely graze your clit. You swallow thickly and nod yes again, looking up at him. Eddie smiles down at you, nuzzling you with his nose. He pauses again. You can tell something is bothering him.

"I need to tell you something," He said, looking away from your eyes.

"Are you okay, Eddie?" Your browser knit together. You were worried it was going to be something bad he was about to tel you.

"I-I'm fine, I'm just...fuck..I'mavirgin." He forced the last part out a little too quickly. You barely had time to register what he said before he's moving to get off of you. Grabbing his forearm, you try to keep his weight on you.

He stops moving away and instead straddles your hips. He's looking everywhere but at you. You notice embarrassment and shame on his face. The look on his face breaks your heart. "That's okay, Eddie. we can stop."

"I don't wanna stop." He said, keeping his eyes focused on his discolored ceiling.

"I want to make you feel so so good." Now he's looking at you again. His eyes observe your face for any signs of judgment. He doesn't find any.

Instead, he sees your big doe eyes looking up at him with concern. He moves his hand to your jaw and swips his thumb across the bottom of your lip. Smearing more of your lipstick or what's left of it. He smiles down at you and gently presses his lips to yours. His tongue pushes its way into your mouth. His kiss is soft but desperate as his tongue dances with yours. He pulls away, breaking the kiss.

He slowly crawls down your body, taking the blanket with him, uncovering your body. The only thing you're wearing is thin lace panties. You bring your knees up, and your arms cover your chest. Hiding yourself from him. Your shyness and embarrassment creeping its way back up to you. Eddie puts his hands on your knees, spreading your legs open, exposing the wet patch on the lace material. He's looking at you hungrily as his chest rises up and down.

"Don't be embarrassed, baby. I'm the virgin here, remember?" He teased, making you giggle.

He takes his ringed thumb, pressing down on the dark spot on your panties. Your head falls back as he presses it down harder and harder. The sensation makes your legs jolt a little. He continues, and your hips begin to jerk forward.

Eddie hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties and slowly drags them down your legs, tossing them aside. He leans down, placing your legs over his shoulders. His torso pressed flat on his bed as his face is merely inches away from your dripping cunt.

"How do you like it?" He pressed a gentle kiss to your swollen bud, causing you to whimper. He smirks a little at your reaction.

Your mouth is open, breathing heavy as your mind is finding it harder to form words. You feel his hot breath against your skin, and you know he's waiting for instructions.

Sitting up on your elbows. "Can you tease me a little more, please?"

"Kiss and nip at my inner thighs before paying attention to my clit." Eddie does as he's told and begins kissing and nipping at your inner thighs. You watch him through hooded eyes as he teases around your cunt. He keeps looking up at you, examining your face.

You nod and give him the signal to pay attention to your aching clit now. His full lips wrap around the bundle of nerves, and he sucks softly at first. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continues sucking and flicking his tongue. You moved your hand to his hair when he tested the waters and sucked a little harder than before.

"Eddie can - can you, ahh! Use your tongue or fingers to fuck me." You struggled to get out as he currently was sucking on your wet folds.

Eddie was on cloud nine at the taste of you. Every little whimper and tug of his hair gave him the confidence to experiment. When he registered what you had said, he brought his tongue to tease and prode around your entrance.

He continued teasing before dipping his tongue in as far as it could go. He hums, and he feels you clench on him. You're soft and warm. He closed his eyes and just focuses on your taste. He begins to get lost in eating you out he doesn't realize he's been rutting against the mattress. All of your moans and cries spurs him on and he's fully humping his bed as he's fucking you with tongue.

Feeling that tightness building up in your core. Your breathing becomes heavier, and you beg Eddie not to stop.

"Please don't stop," just like that."I...I'm so close." You cry out much louder than intended.

You hear Eddie grunt against you as he replaces his tongue with his fingers. He goes back to sucking on your clit with a lot more force this time. His fingers sink inside of you and curl upwards, rubbing against that spongey spot on your walls. Your hips begin to raise up, and you feel your orgasm building.

The bed is rocking faster as Eddie rubs himself against it harder. You fist the sheets and spread your legs wider for him. He opens his eyes and looks up at you. Your legs begin to shake as you throw your head back. Your orgasm hits you like a wave as Eddie continues his assault on your clit. His fingers pumped in and out of you, rapidly curling up, nudging that sweet spot. Driving you absolutely crazy. You're incoherent while you try to call out for him.

His mouth lets go of your sore bud, and he lays his on your pelvis. You and Eddie lay there trying to catch your breath. You move your hand down to rub his head, and he hums a response. "Want me to um return the favor?" Your voice sounding horse. Eddie laughs and buries, his face turning redder than he already was.

"I already came." He confessed.

"Oh, what about later?" You asked

This was Eddie's turn to get shy as he hid his face in your lower stomach. Peppering it with soft kisses. You move some of his hair out of his way. "You know for your first time doing that you were really good."

"Harrington gave me some tips." He told you, moving his way up, leaving wet sticky kisses behind.

He gets to your mouth and presses his glistening lips to yours. You deepen the kiss as you taste yourself on him. He breaks away, and pulls you close to his chest. He moves to take his jeans and boxers off, tossing them across the room. You grab the blanket and cover you both up as you snuggle each other. You both eventually fall in a deep sleep, feeling satisfied and content. You meant what you said about returning the favor. Maybe you'll surprise him in the morning.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #my writing

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girls-alias · 6 months

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Best Friend - Sam Winchester

Title: Best Friend - Sam Winchester

Words: 869

Relations: Sam Winchester X Reader

TW: Sexual hinting. Strong language.

Prompt:

Being Sam's best friend but it turns into more...

I pulled up to Sam's place with a bright smile. Seeing Sam is always the best part about Stanford. The classes were long and the teachers talked in such a monotone voice that you automatically should pass for only falling asleep 5 times in their class in a semester.

I jumped out of the car, and my shoes made the slightest of tunes as I practically skipped over to Sam's apartment building, rushing to see him as soon as possible. I knocked rhythmically on the door holding the bag of junk food and movies up to show instantly my intentions. I heard footsteps and could squeal with excitement. No matter how bad my week was Sam can always make me act like a child.

The door opened showing a shirtless Greg... Way to ruin my mood. Sam shared a flat with one of his classmates, a slut of a man, Greg. He was funny and all but slept with anyone who would give him the time of day. I was not like that. I wouldn't have even taken the time to remember his name if he wasn't Sam's roommate. My face dropped and I instantly rolled my eyes as I lowered the bags to my side. Greg however smirked and put his arm up on the door to try and show off his muscles. Ew.

"Y/N, long time no see," He commented in a 'seductive' tone, I practically cringed. Does he think women like him? At this point, I'm convinced women only sleep with him so he'll leave them alone. It's the only logical explanation.

"Is Sam here?" I asked bitterly as I squinted at him in annoyance. His presence alone bugs me, but then he opens his mouth and I want to punch him in his smug little face. He sighed and started walking inside, leaving the door open for me to follow.

"So, you'll sleep with Sam but not me? What's up with that?" He asked a little genuinely annoyed as he turned to look at me just outside of Sam's closed bedroom door. Music was playing from inside the room which made me want to scream over the music for Sam to come to save me or at least witness me kick Greg's non-existing ass.

"Gary," I started, I smirked seeing how much he hates it when I call him by the wrong name. "For the one millionth time Sam and I haven't slept together," I argued as I pushed past him and walked into Sam's room. Greg is such a dick. He's disgusting. He boils my blood! Sam was lying on his bed and was startled by my sudden entrance. He turned his music down and placed his book on his bedside table. I practically threw my bags on the floor with annoyance and rage. Sam was about to ask if I was okay so I answered him before he even opened his mouth. "Greg is such a dick, he thinks that just because I don't want to fuck him, I'm fucking someone else, I'm fucking you. What a condescending, egotistical prick!" I shouted at the door knowing he was probably listening in.

"It's true," Greg sang back making me angrier, I knew he was listening he's such a creep. I huffed a cloud of rage as I fell backwards onto Sam's bed, barely missing him but I didn't care. Sam didn't care either as he laughed moving out of my way.

"We should just become roommates so I never have to see Greg again," I sighed wiping some hair from my face. Sam just laughed. "No, I'm serious." I rested on my elbow and turned to face him. "Why don't we move in together?"

"Because then Greg would be right," He replied with a strained look on his face. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Sam said nothing before leaning in and kissing me, it was soft and sweet. His hand was on my cheek caressing me. The shock soon wore off and I was kissing him back. He started to pull away slightly so I pulled him closer also deepening the kiss. I'm kissing Sam. I can't believe I'm kissing Sam! Well, making out with Sam. I knew I had strong feelings for him but I thought I just really wanted to be his best friend but as he's kissing me, as I'm kissing him, I know I need more to function another day.

We only pulled away when we heard Greg's footsteps approaching. I jumped up so I was now standing and Sam was trying to act naturally on the bed. "Heading out, see you love birds later," Greg shouted through the apartment. I smirked slightly at the news that he was leaving.

Once the door was shut I nonchalantly turned the music up. I turned around to face Sam ready to resume our previous position but he was already standing and instantly connected our lips, he picked me up as the kiss deepened.

"I've wanted this for years," He spoke between breaths. I giggled as we continued, moaning into his mouth as he held my thighs and pressed me against his wall. God, I hope I'm not dreaming.

Best day ever!

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therisingkings · 8 months

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Have a Drink

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The music was bordering on too loud. Damen hoped and prayed with all his might that, for once, the neighbors might be chill and not call the cops. Logically, he knew it was rude, but it was a Saturday night, what did they expect?

Plus, the semester had finally ended, plunging the city of Ios into the warm summer months. Everyone here was either celebrating their victory over finals, or trying to forget their defeats.

Damen plucked the red solo cup from Nikandros’ hand. “I think you’ve had enough, friend.”

Nikandros gave him a quizzical look. “Since when are you the babysitter?”

“Someone has to be.”

Nikandros rolled his eyes as he plopped onto the couch beside a plastered Pallas. Pallas slung his arm over Nikandros’ shoulders and it was a testament to Nikandros’ state that he allowed such a thing.

Over the music, the doorbell went off. Damen’s brows knit. Who the fuck rung the doorbell at a party?

He opened the front door to find Auguste and Laurent, the former who held up a bottle of vodka. “Couldn’t come empty handed.”

Damen grinned. “Welcome in. Hey, sweetheart.” He smacked a kiss on Laurent’s cheek as he closed the door behind him. They’d been dating for just over a month now and only very recently had Laurent’s icy exterior begun to thaw. He’d even gone as far as initiating a cuddle session the other night. Damen would be lying if he said he hadn’t almost passed out from shock when Laurent crawled into his arms. It also didn’t help that Laurent was fucking hot. There was no other way to describe him. He shared many features with Auguste, but had a kind of feline quality to him. His blond hair was paler than Auguste, though they shared the same glacier cool eyes. He was dressed a little too finely for a party like this: fancy trousers, a crisp button down, perfectly polished loafers, a watch that looked more expensive than anything Damen owned.

Damen didn’t mind. Those trousers showed off Laurent’s ass deliciously as he went to the kitchen.

“You know, I’m right here,” Auguste groused. Damen and Auguste would both be graduating next year, Damen with a degree in political science and Auguste with one in sports med. They’d become fast friends their freshmen year after they were paired together for a project in bio. It wasn’t until their third year that Auguste started dating Nikandros. Nik had warned him about the little brother, claiming he was “a frigid bitch, so just your type.” Nik was, evidently, proved correct when Damen ran into Laurent at a bonfire and promptly asked for his number before even knowing who he was.

Damen chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “My bad.”

“Where’s Nik at?”

“Couch. Please don’t make out on it though.”

Auguste gave him a wink, passed him the bottle of vodka, and went to find his boyfriend.

Damen, in turn, went for the kitchen.

Laurent was sitting at the bar already, typing something out on his phone.

Damen had a highly developed sense of wrongness. Something was off. While Laurent definitely wasn’t the most bubby type, he wouldn’t normally be ignoring Damen like this. That being said, if Damen just assaulted him with questions, it would scare him off. He settled on, “Do you want a shot?”

Laurent glanced up from his phone just so Damen could see him wrinkle his nose. “You know I don’t drink that shit.”

Damen shrugged and poured one for himself. He rounded the bar top glass in hand to lean into Laurent’s space. “Wanna be my chaser, sweetheart?”

Laurent’s eyes were chips of ice. “We both know you don’t need one.”

Fine. Damen downed the shot, the liquor burning his throat. He was already a little tipsy, but if Laurent was in this kind of mood, they both needed to get blackout drunk. He reached for the bottle again. “What do you want? You’ve got to drink something.”

“I’m fine.”

“Laurent—”

Laurent pushed away from the bar. He was small enough to disappear almost instantly into the crowd. Damen made to follow him, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“Give him a minute,” Auguste said, seeming to manifest out of nowhere.

“Did something happen?” Damen’s brows knit together.

Auguste didn’t answer him at first, pushing a shot into his hand. He waited until Damen drank it. “He’s just hungry. He hasn’t eaten in a while.”

“He’s hungry?” Damen cringed, setting the shot glass back on the counter. “There’s pizza—”

“He can’t have pizza.”

Right. Laurent had a ridiculous amount of dietary restrictions, so much so that they never went out to dinner because Damen was always afraid the restaurant wouldn’t have things he could eat.

“Well, is there anything I can get him?”

Auguste glanced at something over Damen’s shoulder, but stopped him before he could follow his gaze. “He’ll be okay. You know he doesn’t like crowds.”

Damen nodded. He’d invited the DeVere’s to the party knowing how much Laurent hated them, but he hadn’t wanted Laurent to think he’d forgotten about him. In all honesty, he hadn’t expected Laurent to show up.

“Alright,” Damen said after thinking for a moment. “You're in charge. I’m serious about the couch and if the neighbor shows up, pretend you’re deaf.”

Auguste laughed.

Damen went to find Laurent. He wove between colleagues and classmates, asking around when he couldn’t immediately find him.

“Upstairs,” Pallas said in between Lazar’s kisses.

He was right. Damen found Laurent in his own bedroom, thumbing through Damen’s old highschool yearbook. At least he wasn’t on his phone anymore.

“Hey,” Damen said, shutting the door behind him. The music was much quieter up here, stripped down to just the rhythmic thumb of the bass. “Your brother said you might be hungry. There’s a gas station just down the road we can walk to if you want. Find something there.”’

Laurent set the book on the bed beside him. “That’s alright. Come here.”

Damen did so without thinking. He stood between Laurent’s legs, bracing his hands on either side of him so he could kiss his mouth. It was light, sweet, and nowhere near what Damen actually wanted to do right now. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I—” Laurent cut himself off, shuddering.

“Cold? Let me—”

“No. Come here.” There was an almost musical quality to his voice that made Damen want to fuck him senseless.

He went as Laurent bid, kissing him again and again. They hadn’t had sex yet, and although Damen didn’t want their first time to be with two dozen college kids the floor below, he’d learned to take what he could get with Laurent. He cupped his face, guiding Laurent onto his back so he could properly crawl over him. The kiss deepened.

Laurent’s nails dug into Damen’s side, pulling his weight properly over him. Damen let out a groan of approval, grinding their hips together as he moved his mouth down to Laurent’s neck. Maybe he ought to leave a few hickeys, let the guys downstairs know that this hot—

Laurent flipped them over with a strength Damen hadn’t been aware he possessed. He straddled Damen’s hips and began to unbutton his shirt.

Damen sucked in a sharp breath. This was fucking hot. Like wet dream kind of hot. He groped Laurent’s ass through his slacks, sitting up so he could capture his mouth once more.

Laurent made a soft sound of protest that had Damen pulling back.

Had he gone too far with the groping? But he really didn’t want to let go of Laurent's ass—it was the first time he’d been allowed to touch it. And it really was a fine ass. “What’s up?” Damen asked, unable to keep the horny breathlessness out of his own voice.

Laurent stared at him. He wasn’t even breathing hard, which Damen found a little insulting given his own wrecked state. “Damen, I’m sorry.”

Damen’s brows lowered. He pried his hands off of Laurent’s ass in favor of cupping his face. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Do you want to stop? We can stop.”

“No, I…” Laurent ran his delicate fingers through Damen’s hair before gripping it at the root. “I really am sorry.”

God, Damen wanted to fuck him so bad, see those stunning eyes roll back as he pulled pleasure straight from the core of him.

Laurent was still looking at him strangely, almost sadly. He stroked his free hand up Damen’s bicep to his shoulder, gripping there as his other hand pulled on Damen’s hair until he exposed his throat.

Warning bells went off in Damen’s head a moment too late. Laurent struck, so fast Damen didn’t even see the unnaturally large canines before they pierced right into his veins.

And it felt… it felt like coming and dying at the same time. Damen couldn’t even drag up the wits to struggle as Laurent took the first mouthful of his blood. Damen swore he could feel every drop as if it were pulled from him by a string. He moaned, hands flailing without purpose. Should he push him off? Pull him closer? The thoughts swarmed like bees, but he couldn’t grasp a single one.

Laurent pinned his hands to the bedspread as he took another drag, grinding down on him. It was intoxicating, arousing, and fucking terrifying all at once.

Damen’s head rolled back, eyes fluttering shut. Perhaps this was a hallucination, brought on by the alcohol. That was the only other way to explain why Laurent was currently sucking him dry and not the way Damen preferred.

“Laurent!” The name didn’t come from Damen’s mouth, but he heard it as if he were underwater. Muffled.

Then, as suddenly as it started, it was over. Damen fell back onto the pillows, barely summoning up the strength to crack open his eyes.

Auguste had Laurent by the shoulder—Laurent, whose lips were red, blood trailing down his chin. “You can’t take that much,” Auguste insisted. “I know you're hungry, but you almost killed him.”

Damen was floating. Or maybe he was dying. If that were the case, at least Laurent was on top of him. What a way to go.

There was a shift and then Laurent’s weight disappeared. Damen let out a sound of protest, but couldn’t so much as grab him.

“He’s fine. I’ll get him some crackers or something.”

Auguste pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just be careful, okay?”

Damen’s sluggish mind finally caught up to what was happening. He tried to speak, but it came out all gurgled.

Laurent’s eyes were impossibly brighter as they fixed on him. “You were right about Akielons,” he said conversationally. “They taste of the sea.”

“Yes.” Auguste laughed. “Just get him fixed up and then come back down.”

Damen tried to move as Auguste left. He managed to roll onto his side, bringing a hand up to his bleeding neck.

“No, don’t sit up.” Laurent caught his wrist, pulling his hand away. “Just rest for a minute.”

“What…” Damen’s tongue was heavy and dry in his mouth .He swallowed. “What the fuck?”

#captive prince #captive prince fanfic #damen of akielos #damen x laurent #damianos of akielos #kings rising #laurent #laurent of vere #laurent x damen #my fanfiction #captive prince fanfiction #prince's gambit #capri #c s pacat #halloween #vampire au

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This is the second chapter from a story I'm working on (I'm currently writing chapter 4) and I'd like to know what you think (please be kind to me TTwTT) 😀:

“Drok's been spacing out all day,” one of the Orc warriors whispers to the other, both their eyes on their captain. He staring up at the sky with his arms crossed and his thoughts on what happened yesterday.

“A Human? What the hell’s that?”

Vittorio puts his hands on his hips, “I’m not too sure myself; I’m… still learning about the world I’ve been brought in to.”

Drok crosses his arms, “Are you by yourself? Surely you have others like you.”

The shorter slowly blinks as he averts his gaze, a sad expression on his face.

“No.”

“The Gods sure are cruel to only make Vittorio and no one else.” Drok said mentally, “How’s he supposed to reproduce and build up his kind if it’s just him? I wonder where he wandered off to after we talked.”

“Oi, Drok. Chief Magub’s coming this way.”

The Orc captain snaps out of his thoughts after hearing his older brother’s name, standing up to properly greet him.

“Brother,” Magub puts a hand on Drok’s shoulder, “come with me for a second.”

“Why’re we in the dungeons?” Drok asked as he followed Magub down the steps.

“Someone picked up the scent of an outsider and followed it to find.” He gestures towards a cell, “This.”

Drok’s eyes widened in shock when he saw Vittorio lying against the stone floor with his hands chained behind his back.

“Chief Magub.” The wise mother looks at him, “I don’t sense any bloody magic comin’ from ‘im, and his scent’s nothin’ like an Elf’s. It’s… unfamiliar to me. What shall we do with ‘im?”

Magub, “Kill ‘im-.”

Drok, “Wait!”

Everyone in the room blinks twice when Drok hurries to stand in front of the iron bars, “We’d be exterminatin’ new if we kill ‘im!”

Magub knits his eyebrows together, “What are you takin’ about, brother?”

“Don’t.” Drok heard Vittorio faintly plea. The Orc captain clenches his fists before choosing his words carefully, “This man is a very tall Dwarf, nothin’ more!”

The wise mother slowly blinks, “But his scent’s nothin’ like Dwarf’s.”

Drok perks up, “And you also said that it’s nothin’ like an Elf’s so we shouldn’t kill ‘im! I’ll keep an eye on ‘im!”

Magub crosses his arms as he raises a curious eyebrow, “You sure about this, brother?”

“I’m dead serious; he’ll serve me as my servant.”

Magub thinks for a moment then nods, “Alright, I trust your judgement on this, Drok. ‘ere,” he tosses something in the air, “use the keys to free ‘im, and be sure to keep a close eye on ‘im. I don’t need an Elf spy among my people.”

Drok watches his brother and the wise mother leave the dungeon before turning to unlock the cell stepping inside.

“Before I unlock those cuffs, look me in the eyes ‘nd tell me you’re not an Elf in disguise.”

Vittorio lifts his head, “I don’t even know what an Elf is.”

The Orc examines the Human’s facial expression before moving to free his wrists, sitting down next to the smaller as he rubs them.

“I’d love to free you completely, but my brother’s suspicious of you. For the time bein’ you and I are gonna be spendin’ a lot of time together.”

Vittorio sighs as he sits on his ass, “I understand… just…,” he looks at Drok, “can I have three days to myself each month?”

Drok tilts his head, “What for?”

“I can’t tell you.”

The larger huffs, “And why’s that?”

The smaller huffs back, “Because I just can’t.”

Drok huffs again then pats Vittorio’s head, “Fine; I’ll respect ya privacy.”

The Human blushes softly at the sudden act of physical affection, timidly averting his gaze as the Orc rubs his hand from side to side. He moves his hand back, “Before I can show ya around, and take ya to my place, the wise mother has to find out what ya are.”

“As in… my race?”

“Nah, ya second gender.” Drok scoffs as he rolls his eyes, “It’s somethin’ the Elves discovered a few generations back, but everyone has a second gender.”

Vittorio tilts his head curiously, “Second… gender?”

“You really don’t know anythin’, do ya?”

The shorter shakes his head no.

Vittorio looks around the large hut curiously as Drok guides him towards the wise mother, “Brought him; let’s get this over with so I can get him settled at home.”

“Young man,” she lifts her hand at the large crystal ball next to her, “please touch this gem.”

Drok notices Vittorio take a cautious step back, looking down at him while placing a hand on his back in a supportive manner.

“It’s alright, Vittorio, it doesn’t hurt.”

The Human thought for a moment then turned to grab the Orc’s hand with his, the action taking Drok off guard. No one’s ever done something like this before, it made his heart jump into his throat.

He blushes softly as he allows the human to drag him forward with him, before the two stopped walking. Vittorio thinks for a moment then places his free hand on the round gem, his eyes widening when some wind gushes from it. His other hand tightens its grip on Drok as his breathing picks up a little, calming back down when the taller squeezed back.

Vittorio slowly moves his hand back then blinks twice when an unfamiliar symbol forms above the crystal from the wind it produced, unaware of the bewildered expressions on the wise mother’s and Drok’s face.

“An omega?” Drok asked in disbelief, his eyes widening as far as they could go when he realized something. That’s why Vittorio asked for three days out of the month when he could be alone, to deal with his heat.

“What are you?” the wise mother asked as she cups her hand against the Human’s cheeks, “You’re a man, correct?”

“Yes,” Vittorio answers, blinking as his head is cocked in different directions. Drok looks at him, “But you’re also an omega; male omegas aren’t real!”

Vittorio, “I don’t know what that is. All I know is that three days each month my ass gets wet, and my body gets hot, and I can’t move around much. I pee standing up and I shit sitting down.”

The wise mother thinks for a moment then sighs, “How much don’t you know?”

Vittorio, “A lot; I’m… new to all this.”

She hums then moves her hands back before looking at Drok, “I would tell chief Magub to let him go, but he could be lyin’ about not knowin’ anthin’.”

Drok nods, “Then let’s give ‘im a year. If he truly knows nothin’ then we can let im’ go. If he’s lyin’, and he’s actually a spy from the Elven kingdom, then I’ll handle his execution.” “Very well, I’ll let the chief know of your choice.” She looks back at Vittorio, “For what it’s worth, welcome to the Orc Tribes.”

I wanted to combine the A/B/O dynamic with a fantasy world that humans just spawned into a few generations later... and I wanted to do Alpa!Orc / Omega!Human 👉👈😗

I hope this, at least, seemed interesting! 😁

#chapter from a story #chapter 2 #i might publish this on wattpad at a later date #story i'm writing #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o verse #fantasy #orc x human #bottom human #top orc #yaoi bl #bl story #two buff guys hugging #the sex will happen #judge me kindly #didn't spellcheck #bad grammer #bad grammar

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enightshade89 · 1 year

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For @eclecticwildflowers who requested a dialogue prompt for Rosemary Gonzales (oc) x Raven Shaddock.

**some nsfw mentioned below**

Happy Valentine's Day 💜🌹

"You know what?" Raven sauntered around the desk from his seat. His usual cocky smirk replaced with a look of doubt. "I don't think you hate me as much as you say you do." Rose's blood went cold. Dark brown eyes hardened in denial as she tried to ignore the heat rising in her cheeks with a scoff. "Bullshit asshole."

"Oh yeah?" An eyebrow raised as he studied her.

"Yeah." Rose stood up from her seat. Her chin tilted upward, challenging him. "You think I like working here with your pathetic goons? Spending every second on a job next to you? Your just a low life con man who steals what he doesn't need and doesn't care about who gets in the way. Your insufferable to be around."

She was trying to make herself look big with every word, small broad shoulders set back as she held her posture taller and her hands balled into fists at her sides. Her arms holding out alongside her body a little bit farther than usual. But Raven could see her clear as day, the way her ruby red lips pressed into a thin line and her dark brows knit themselves together, she was bluffing her disgust right in his face.

"Your lying Rosie." He whispered.

"You think I don't know that you don't give much of a shit as to what we take from these people? You were doing just the same all on your own before you worked with us. What changed? You finally found out where your heart was?" Rose just about tore her eyes away from him, nose scrunching up as the heat in her face grew unbearable.

For as long as she had been fighting the way she felt; beating it down with her fists as nothing more than a mistake waiting to happen, she couldn't deny that he was right about her. She always stole from whoever she thought would give the highest score and she never really cared enough to make sure no one was hurt. Only just enough that she survived another day.

She was just like him.

That's why she couldn't stand her being near him for so long. Every nerve in her body was made aware of him and his own. Every thought was consumed with him and was coiled with the echoic memory of his voice late at night. Raising the hairs on her skin in the dark until she couldn't stand the build up of wanting in her chest and sought release from her own hands.

God how she hated him.

Fuck how she wanted him.

"F-fuck you..." a slight waiver in her voice. He smiled his stupid wolfish smile for another moment, stepping forward to lean his upper body into her space until the tips of their noses were scarcely touching. He could smell her floral perfume, light and sweet. Rosemary suppressed a shiver of anticipation under his focused gaze as she turned to look at him. Watching him tilt his head slightly to look at her from another angle and stealing a peek at his pale pink lips pursed in thought. He could practically see the refusal to be defeated in her expression. His admiration of her persistence was well know among The Bombers and even to Rose herself, yet there was no doubt in her thoughts that he could see her heartbeat racing at her throat like a jackrabbit that was soon to be caught in the snares of its predator.

"You wanna give that a try tonight Rose?" He whispered, closely sounding sincere. "Or have you been all talk and no game this whole conversation?" Rose shifted her thighs at the approaching ache that blossomed between her legs but she kept her eye contact as she did so. Her nostrils flared at the intrusive thoughts of ripping down those stupid ass overalls he wore over a shirtless chest, that did very little to hide his lithe physique, and pinning him down beneath her. Her legs would straddle his hips and her hands placing themselves spread flat on the hot surface of his chest, his arms lying above his head as she would begin to roll her hips down. His lips would curl into a smirk, she knew that for sure, but oh god what would his eyes look like all blissed out from her moving above him? As she held him within the warmth of her walls? Would that cocky look slip away the further she unraveled him? His icy blue eyes rolling as his lips parted to moan or would he simply laugh and roll them over while they were still connected? Would he give her what she wanted or deny her until she couldn't take it any longer? Until she was shaking and wet and crying for him to give her her release and admit that she wanted him. She wonders if he'll make her beg for it.

Rose's eyes flitted across sharp features, the red tint in her cheeks betraying her thoughts to him.

"I-.."

Raven's lips suddenly caught hers, warm and tasting of cigarettes. A shock of electricity raced up and down her spine. Setting every nerve ending on fire. His kiss startled Rose with a sharp gasp as she pulled away and stared at him wide eyed.

That shark smile was gone.

Everything was gone.

Raven stood there looking slacked jawed at her as if she had just showed him his own heart, still warm and beating in her hands, and was rather unaware or numb to the bleeding wound in his chest.

His eyes where wider than she's ever seen them, crystallized blue shining underneath confused brows pinning her to the spot. That sneering quirk of his mouth gone.

He looked at her, completely struck in awe as if a switch had been flicked and in the light of the room he had just seen the face of God.

He was suddenly afraid.

Very afraid.

"Rose..."

The door to Raven's office burst open suddenly, the two of them pulled their guns out on the intruder out of pure instinct.

The poor soul stuck on the other end of having two gun barrels pointed at him threw his hands up in the doorway as he muttered apologies. "Uh...S-sorry to interrupt boss..." the goon tempted fate and opened the door a tad wider. Both Rose and Raven letting out sighs of relief as they lowered their arms.

"What do you want?" Raven snapped.

The lackey let a great deal of air back into his lungs before jabbing a right handed thumb back in the direction he just came from. "New shipments arrived. That warehouse you wanted raided? The boys are back and I just wanted you to know that I got Dylan handling the special cargo."

"Good." Raven nodded. "Have Dylan move the cargo to where it needs to go, you'll need extra hands on board so grab some guys-"

"I'll go."

His eyes flickered over to Rose. Her expression made neutral as she shifted her whole front body away from him to focus her attention on the goon. On anything else. "How many more hands do you need?" He looked expectantly at his boss before addressing her, "With you, eh maybe five other guys myself included."

"Alright" she nodded, wanting to get out of the room. Take her mind off of what just happened. "Then what the hell are we waiting for?" Moving fast before Raven could interject, she walked briskly past the goon and through the doorway out of Raven's office, stopping only to turn back and look at Raven briefly before she looked away from him. "Well?" She asked the goon, "Lead the way." He nodded to her and walked past her through the door. Her hand reaches for the doorknob as she turns to follow him.

"Rosemary..."

Rose's heart plummets in her chest at the whisper of her name, head still buzzing from the kiss, she feels a restlessness in her legs that screams at her to run to him but she stands there at the door unable to move save for the slow turning of her gaze back to Raven still standing in place where he had kissed her. Her whole body shaking. She needed control of herself.

"Just be-" the door shuts closed in his face with a heavy thud, leaving Raven alone with his thoughts burning in his skull and a churning in his chest that he hasn't felt before.

"...careful."

#my ocs #Rosemary Gonzales (Streets of Fire)#Raven Shaddock #otp: a raven and a rose #rose x raven #streets of fire #moony writes #rose is trying so hard to nope her way out

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allixirr · 2 years

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ally i need to know who are ur favs in project sekai

asking me my favs about anything at all is a mistake because i can and will list basically everyone except for like 2 people that i have neutral feelings towards

but you have asked and i shall answer to the best of my ability

keeping in mind that i've only read some of the band main stories: here's a list of where i'm up to for every band

L/N: 17/20 MMJ: 13/20 VBS: 20/20 WxS: 12/20 N25: 6/20

but i think my favs as of right now... definitely Rui, Mizuki, Ena, Akito, Airi and An! They're the ones that stand out the most to me so far.

As for why...

Rui, his eccentricity is what makes him so interesting, it's fun watching him torture wxs come up with different ways to make shows more interesting. I think apparently he didn't have a great childhood? Not sure about that part I might be remembering wrong. I also just really love that expression he makes when he knits his brows but then he's also smiling like that is the smile of a madman I love it sm (and i would be lying if i didn't say his character was attractive)

Mizuki is just such a fun character... they're someone that basically puts on a persona as far as I know to hide something (based on the single episode of the Exciting Picnic thing that I read, haven't read Secret Distance or Exciting Picnic yet because school has been kicking my ass) that they don't want to show to others? Also I fucking love pink characters! Omg! And I absolute adore their friendship with An, and also because they have an interest in textiles is what really drew me to them. Their fashion style is everything I want to have, and I especially love all the bows and ribbons and frills mwah mwah

Ena Shinonome the Artist Ever I think I just really relate to her struggles to get recognition for something she doesn't have a talent for and?? Ouch my heart?? And I really love the more shallower side of posting on social media to get likes, because on one hand that's not great to base your value as an influencer OR an artist on how many likes you get, and on the other hand I relate to that too much to just ignore it... Also her outfit?? Is so cute?? Also I think for both Ena and Mizuki I relate to them both because they cannot get up in the mornings and I love them for that ALSOOOO PANCAKES AND CHEESECAKE IS THE BEST

Can't really talk about Ena without thinking of Akito too, I just love his like... way of telling the truth as it is, always working hard to match up to his peers because when everyone else has talent, you need to work just a bit harder to catch up. And to backtrack a little bit on telling the truth as it is, I genuinely would rather someone tell me the hard truth than to sugar coat things, because I don't really see the point? Like I get that it hurts but the truth however harsh it may be is something I really value

Airi I think similar to Akito I enjoy her more hard headed nature? To be honest what drew me into her was her voice acting I think, it's just so well done and not to mention a really unique voice you don't see a lot in Japanese media, but then also her whole pink heart theme and and the 🎶tsundere girl ai-ri~🎶 which is so cute lmao idk I love her because she's cute and motivated and willing to get mad at people for her friends but chooses not to because she is an Idol™ who brings hope to everyone and I respect her for that fr ALSO the love of cats?? I feel so bad I hope she can hold a cat one day

An!!! For An her personality is who I want to be... she's so outgoing and fun, and I think her love for singing as well is amazing, and not to mention her hair?? Is so pretty?? her theme of all these stars and the whole Summer vibe she has is just, so nice and she looks good in both a suit AND a dress she is the moment!! also as an aside my friend told me that I reminded them of An which I hope means that I'm getting close to my goal of being that kind of friend/person :D (i thought about this for a bit longer and I guess my feelings towards An are very similar to Kohane's "I want to be just like her" lmao)

I think recently though I started following a daily Shinonome siblings account on Twitter and I've been brainrotting over them for the last week so as of this very moment Ena is my fav but that'll probably change in like... a week or two

I dunno, I just love them all ;A; (and thank you for giving me an excuse to brainrot over them and explain why I like them!!)

#tbh i haven't read much of n25 #mostly because someone said they go into rly dark topics and #i am a bit iffy w that bc if i consume too much of that at once i will literally question my life and be unable to function #so yea #also i'm so sorry for not answering this sooner!! i rarely go on tumblr </3 i promise i will start writing #i just think i hold myself up to too high of a standard when writing #um i'm rambling again #i'll probably make those rambles a different post #project sekai

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im so so so fucking anxious. all the time. fuck. idk life stuff generally but also family...

like ive been in Greece for a full month now and my dad is just. himself. I definitely should not have relied on him for anything. we get to our summer place and for a full ass month my dad has just been smoking weed. the summer place is in an undeveloped rural beach town and we have no car, no washing machine, no fridge, no wifi, and no cell service. a week ago my dad got a car, but it’s a stick shift and he refuses to let me drive it for that reason. all I can do, day after day, is walk to the beach on this busy ass road with no sidewalk, since I can’t drive anywhere. the beach gets old after a month. my dad is just high all the time and does not care. I could have been spending this month preparing for technical interviews, but without wifi I can do nothing. I can’t go anywhere either.

ive been spending some time with my aunts, uncles, and cousins out here. they’ve got money, for real. their house has a damn elevator. and besides being rich, they actually, like, love each other. like they are an extremely tight-knit family, and always helping each other out and supporting each other. they host so many parties and like are always hanging out. I know nobody has an absolutely perfect relationship with their family, but I think they’re as close as it gets. my uncle is also like a big deal apparently, besides being a European like backgammon champion, his business is worth dozens of millions and he is also just a charming and chill dude. but the cousins have rich people problems- like the fact that one of them is 30 and has never had a job because she’s pursuing music. the other one dropped hundreds of thousands on flight school here in Europe just to drop out his last year because he decided he wanted an American certification instead.

I dont know. they're my family, and we were really close when we were kids, but some serious drama went down between my dad and them, that was entirely my dads fault, and we didn’t have contact with them for 10 years because of my dad’s orders. after my parents divorce, my mom went to live with them. oh it was all so traumatizing. it was all my dad’s fault. but anyway, time has passed and now it feels weird, that one day we were kids playing together, then ten years pass and they live in a seaside mansion with an elevator and a close family life, while my brother was sleeping at a homeless shelter not too long ago and our mom is dead. I mean its not their fault at all that things turned out this way and in all honestly i’m happy for their success, but its just hard to see them living a life that is far beyond anything I've ever even conceived of for myself. it also seems like they've been so successful that they’ve forgotten about us. they're perfectly nice in every way, but sometimes it feels like they barely seem to care about us aside from some pitiful looks now and then. they definitely dont blame my brothers and i for any of the shit my dad did, but they seem weirded out at us sometimes, like when they ask why I don’t go anywhere and I honestly tell them I don’t have money to do anything. In those situations I feel like being honest is making them look down on me, but im tired of lying to others about the realities of my life to make them comfortable.

anyway, I woke up today at 9am and it was pouring. it was nice to look out the window at the rain. so soothing. I went back to sleep under the pitter patter for a little more and woke up at 3pm. I dont know why, I fell asleep at 1am the night before and that's 13 hours of sleep. by the time I woke up my dad and brothers had already left for a day trip without me. i knew it was father’s day but I guess id momentarily forgot because my uncles and I were trying to figure out logistics for a trip and I called my dad to ask him some planning questions, then he got upset when he realized id forgotten it was fathers day. shit I guess that was my bad. I said sorry, but I guess he’s still pissed.

so he was out on his day trip and didnt wanna pick me up from my aunts house, so we couldn't celebrate fathers day together. I told my aunt a little last minute that I wouldn't be going out and wanted to join her for dinner with my cousins and uncle, and she literally popped off on me saying there won't be enough food and stuff, and I was trying to say its alright and I can just spend the night on my own and eat out but I just started crying and it was so embarrassing lol.

u know when u just feel it coming, your hands shaking and your eyes watering and u cant blink the tears away fast enough and you look like a fool? damn I got so triggered. and suddenly im in middle school eating lunch alone again, at every holiday eating a microwave dinner alone again because my immediate family cannot stand each other, and I guess my extended just doesn't want much to do with me. fuck I hate eating alone now.

well, they ended up calling me in to eat and there was more than enough food and everything was ok.

#idk I just need to type my feelings out #happy fathers day lol #ampbelokipi

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ficsforeren · 2 years

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Ok but how did y/n catch Eren jacking off in never let me go-

umm... i don't think eren wants me to tell you about this but

he's been simping for her since day one, I'm sure we all can tell. and it's reallllllyyyyy been a while since he last had some seggsy times with someone (or touched himself, even, cause when you have zombies chasing your ass do you really want to get caught with a dick in your hand? i don't think so).

so one day, he woke up in the morning with this massive boner, just begging for a release. and he kept thinking about her because oh my god she looked so hot when she kicked some zombie's ass yesterday (yeah he has a thing for badass, cocky chicks) and he really, really didn't want to jerk off thinking about how cute she looked in those shorts and tight tank-top she wore after she took her shower (cause obviously he wasn't a pervert who is he kidding tho lmao). but he was just desperate, you know? he needed to come.

so he laid on his side on the bed, body almost curling into a ball. his briefs were pushed down to his thighs, his eyebrows knitted together as he wrapped his hand around his cock. "fuck, this is so bad," he kept murmuring to himself, "I'm the worst," but he couldn't help it. he started giving himself a string of fast pumps, his abs tightening at the sensation, and he thought of her, of her face, of her lips, of her hair, and how she would look like if she was lying underneath him with his cock buried inside her

and right when he was about to come, a moan slipped out of his mouth and right at that time, his door was pushed open

"Hey, Jaeger, I'm making pancakes, do you--OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

"FUCK--CLOSE THE DOOR!"

and he still came, by the way.

#eren smut #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x reader smut #eren yeager x reader #aot smut #eren yeager x reader smut #snk smut #eren headcanons #never let me go canon

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fivelakesinwriting · 3 years

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first fight with barry?? and reader sleeps on the couch and holds a grudge but fluff ending

Author's Notes: Barry forgets about an important event in his relationship with girl... Please let me know what you think if you have a moment. If this was your request, I hope you love it! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Drinking, Arguing, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos and Fluff .

Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!

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Barry didn't like to break promises. To him, his word was as good as any legally binding document. If he told you he was going to do something, then he would do it.

When she asked him to meet her parents, he told her that he would. He didn't give her a date or a specific time. Perhaps that was his way of getting out of it at some point. He didn't "meet" parents. Mostly because he had never really been a serious relationship kind of guy.

One night stands, or a couple of weeks with someone was the most he could really stand to have someone in his space. Yet, this woman got 365 days out of him. And counting.

It had been a long, and hot day. Barry felt like he had pulled himself over the finish line for a job that didn't really have a punch out time. He slouched on the couch, head rested back on the cushions while he stared at the ceiling and pressed an unopened can of beer to the base of his throat.

His exhausted body perked up as he heard the distinct click of his favourite pair of her high heels across his kitchen floor. He rolled his head over the back of the couch and looked his woman up then down in a red dress, far too fancy to be hanging out with a guy like him.

"All dressed up, but you know I only like the shoes." Barry smirked his thumb brushing over his top lip, over the little bit of scruff there before he reached over to pop the top of his beer can.

"You aren't even dressed! We have to leave to meet my parents like, now." She replied with wide eyes as she looked him over on the couch, still in his baggy shorts and worn out tank with the loose collar.

"Shit. That was tonight, wasn't it?" Barry sighed as he placed his beer on the scuffed up coffee table in front of him, then ran both of his tired hands over his face. He couldn't believe he had forgotten, she had been reminding him all week long and had even put a fucking pink post- it note on the fridge to remind him.

So every time you get a beer, you remember our big date.

"Are you kidding me, Barry?" She scoffed with a shake of her head, holding her weight on the small counter beside her as she looked him up and down.

"I'm sorry, alright? Been a shit week, and I forgot. Can we reschedule?" Barry mumbled into the palms of his hands, embarrassed to show her his face.

"No! You know we can't! My parents are only in town for tonight and tomorrow. Tonight was supposed to be our dinner with them, then tomorrow they're visiting their friends. Barry, this was important." She argued with a stomp of her foot as she grabbed her phone off the charger, presumably to text her parents that the dinner was off.

"And I'm sorry! What else you want me to say?" Barry glared as he pulled his hands from his face then stood up as he slowly walked over to her, his eyebrows knitted together as he looked down at her. Suddenly, he didn't like her red dress so much any more.

"What to tell my parents, would be a good start." She spat as she turned around and sent him a glare of her own.

"Typical Kook Princess, huh? Bet they don't know even know what I do for a living. Bet you told them I'm still at one of those jobs I fucking quit." Barry grumbled as he grabbed her phone from her neatly manicured hands and held it above her head.

"And what was I supposed to tell them? That the guy I love is the fucking biggest drug dealer in the OBX? That would make my Mama so proud of me." She responded with a push of his firm chest before she tried to reach for her phone, standing on her toes to grab it.

"At least I'm good at something. Think they'd be proud you fucking someone successful at something." Barry mumbled his top lip curling as he held her phone higher above his head, just to taunt his short lover.

"Successful? That's a stretch." She glared with another slap to his chest before she gave up trying to get her phone back then turned on her heel and walked back to the bedroom.

"Oh, fuck you. Because I don't got my name on a desk or a fucking door like your Daddy doesn't mean I'm not worthy. Don't be a Kook bitch." Barry spat as he walked after her, tossing her phone onto the counter. He wasn't done with her, even if she was done with him.

"Don't follow me." She glared a finger pointed at his chest as she stood in the doorway of his bedroom.

"It's my house!" Barry yelled with his arms outstretched, gesturing to the small home they stood in.

"Fine. I'm going to dinner with my parents, and if I come back tonight I'll sleep on the couch. I'll see you later." She sighed as she grabbed her purse and brushed passed him, walking towards the door.

"Don't walk out on me." Barry growled as he stomped after her, hot on her heels.

She didn't reply. She was as stubborn as he was most of the time, playfully so more often than not. And of course he had to test it during their first fight. He caught the screen door as he came back at his face after she pushed it open and stalked outside. He held the door open and watched his love stomp down the dirt path towards the road where her car was parked.

"Just come back! Please!" Barry yelled as he ran a hand through his hair before he released his hold on the door and let is swing shut.

By the time Barry went to sleep that night, close to midnight, she wasn't home. He felt sick to his stomach, and he would be lying if he said his heart didn't ache either. It was their first big fight and he hated that he had let her leave like that. He hated that he let her leave at all.

The whole time she had been gone he went over the fight in his head, thinking of ways he could have approached it differently.

Should have just gone to the stupid fucking fancy dinner, Barry.

There's probably not that many forks to remember, Barry.

Those people made Her, so how bad could they possibly be?

By the time midnight rolled around Barry could hardly keep his eyes open, despite the way his heart raced in his chest pumping anxiety into his veins. She was supposed to be beside him, like she always was. She was supposed to be curled up beside him, in one of his shirts with that ass pushed up against him. He'd tell her, "no", that he was too tired. But he always just wanted her to beg a little more.

It was the first night in months, almost one year, that he had to try and sleep without his woman. His heart ached, and his bed was so cold even for the middle of Summer.

It was early in the morning when Barry woke up. His body still on that military routine even after all this time. He turned his head to look at the spot beside him and noticed the lack of her beside him. His heart couldn't sink any lower.

Barry scratched the back of his neck, then pulled his body out of bed to make the coffee and check his own phone to see if he had anything there from her. He pressed his hand to his heart over his chest as he walked to the kitchen to try and steady the rapid beating of it.

As he turned on the drip coffee maker and pulled his phone off the counter, his head snapped up when he heard a weak whine come from the living room.

"Early. You wake up too early." Came her groan from the couch, her body in under a pile of blankets.

"Fuck. You are here. Scared the shit out of me, woman." Barry sighed as he pressed his palms flat on the counter and exhaled heavily towards his feet. He pushed himself away from the counter before he quickly walked into the living room, grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her tired body off the couch and into his arms.

"I'm sorry." Barry grumbled into her messy hair as he squeezed her tightly.

"I'm sorry, too. I was being stupid and thinking that a post- it note was enough to make you remember something that was important to me. I should have actually confirmed it with you out loud, instead of assuming you'd remember." She sighed into his chest as she wrapped her own arms around his waist.

"I should have remembered something important to you." Barry muttered as he rested his chin on the top of her head as he placed his hands on her hips.

"I forgive you, if you forgive me." She smiled up at him as she placed her hands on the side of his face, pressing up on bare toes to get closer to his height.

"Forgave you last night." Barry nodded as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, then leaned down to kiss her lips. He released a sigh of relief through his nostrils to have his woman back at home, safe and in his arms. He felt her fingertips curl into the material of his shirt to bring him close and he couldn't help but reach under the hem of her dress.

"Still got your nice clothes on." Barry grumbled against her lips as he reached under her dress, pulling the hem up to her hips so he could finally see what was under it.

"The house was dark when I came home. I didn't want to wake you up when I got home, so I slept on the couch." She whispered as she curled herself into his chest, her head resting in the crease of his shoulder.

"Go have a shower, get changed. I'll start breakfast. Got nothing to do today, so can be just us." Barry mumbled as he released his hold on her dress to press his palms flat on the small of her back.

"Okay. That sounds nice." She nodded as she pulled her face from his neck to look at his face, her own hands resting on his hips.

"A'ight. Be out here waiting. You don't have to change your shoes, though. If you don't want." Barry smirked as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before he unwrapped her from his arms then gave her backside a pat to nudge her towards the bathroom.

"Nope! You missed your chance last night, Big Guy!"

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angry-geese · 3 years

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Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Warnings: nsfw/mdni. oral (fem recieving), face riding, fingering, pet names, thinly veiled praise kink, biting/marking, body worship (???), tender sex. not the healthiest relationship dynamic. toji kinda needs his own warning. afab reader, fem pronouns.

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The last little beam of goldening sunlight fills the room as the sun sets. The movie—which you’ve long since stopped paying attention to—has turned to credits. Toji lays with his head in your lap, hands folded on his chest. The scarred corner of his mouth twitches as you card your fingers through his hair.

He’s not sure why he keeps coming back. But he keeps doing so. Toji doesn't quite know how to put it in words. It's not love—or so he’d say—because there's only two things he loves in life; gambling, and killing. If there was a third, it would be you, so you take this with a grain of salt. He looks forward to coming around, even if he groans and complains when you call him over. He sees something in you, even if he can't put it into words. In the beginning you were just a quick fling. A warm mouth, and a wet cunt. Sometimes you’d cook too. Which was nice. He’d kill someone just for the gyoza you make.

When he fell for you, he fell hard.

It was obvious to seemingly everyone but him. His gaze lingered a little longer than normal, he found his thoughts turning to you more often, he’d mention you even without provocation. He’ll never say it out loud, but he likes spending time with you. You know that, even if it would be nice to have him say it. The man is a mess, there’s only so much shit you can give him for it.

You let out a squeak as he hauls you into his arms, letting your body hover just over his chest. His gaze drifts down your figure, studying every dip and curve of your barely-clothed body.

“Stop! Wait!” You playfully claw at his chest, but there's some sense of urgency behind it. “I'm too heavy!”

He notices you trying to scramble away and sits up, pulling you into his lap. He doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands; they ghost up your sides, coming to rest on your hips.

“What do you mean you’re too heavy?” He asks. “Sweetheart, I could lift you with one arm.”

He’s not lying. He can—and has—thrown you around. He’s not the best with words, but it’s oddly comforting. Being so open with his affection is a foreign feeling to him. Love in a traditional sense is a bit new to him. Toji deserves more credit than he’s given. You’re so many things to him: strong, sturdy, beautiful.

He tilts your chin up, your gaze meeting his. There’s a look in his eyes that you can't quite read.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks.

You don't.

His fingers ghost across your skin; there but barely. You’d be lying if you said you hadn't tried to recreate the way he touches you; the way his long, skilled fingers make you writhe. Every past lover of yours pales in comparison to him. Your hands don't feel the same. It almost makes up for his fleeting nature. Almost.

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, the scarred side of his mouth twitching. His calloused hands cup your face. The warmth of his skin is inviting, and makes you lean in even closer. You feel yourself slowly giving in to him.

He leans back. You wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for the evil sounding chuckle that leaves him. He watches as your eyes widen. Your brows knit in frustration.

“You stopped breathing there,” he says, “did you want me to kiss you?”

“No teasing,” you say, your voice weak.

Toji presses a quick peck to your forehead. Then your nose. Then the curve of your jaw.

“It’s my job to tease you,” he says, giving your thigh a squeeze, “I like watching you writhe.”

Toji smooths a hand over your hair, brushing it back from your eyes. The gentle touch makes goosebumps raise along your shoulders. You visibly sulk when he pulls his hand away.

“Please,” you say.

The kiss he pulls you into is rough and needy. Toji nibbles at your bottom lip until you allow his tongue to explore the wet cavern of your mouth. He tastes faintly of alcohol. He doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands. They wander up your sides, kneading the soft flesh of your hips and breasts, tugging your skirt up your hips to reveal your already wet pussy.

When he pulls away, an audible smack echoes through the room.

One of his hands slips between your legs, his large, calloused fingers tracing circles around your clit. You practically melt against his touch. You fit so perfectly against him, your chest pressed against his, your knees planted on either side of his thighs. Each moan and gasp that threatens to spill past your lips, choked by his tongue, spurs him on further. Your face buries in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. He doesn't smell like much of anything; laundry soap and shampoo he stole from you.

You whine as he pulls his hand away, aching for his touch. So close yet so far from your own release. He offers his hand to you. Obediently, you take his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the digits.

“Strip.” He orders. You comply.

Your—his—shirt comes off first. Slowly you pull it over your head, tossing it aside. The corner of his lip twitches when he realizes you have no bra on underneath. His hands come up to palm at your breasts, gently tugging and pinching at the sensitive flesh of your nipples. Calloused hands squeeze eagerly at them, admiring their roundness.

Next goes your skirt. Momentarily you have to shift off his lap to slide it down your legs. One of his hands gropes appreciatively at your ass. He lands a quick slap, admiring the way your ass jiggles, chuckling at the soft gasp that leaves you. It stings, but you wouldn't consider it painful. His hand smooths over the red mark he’s left.

"Look at you," he says, "my good girl.” His laugh comes from low in his chest. The heat that rises to your face is undeniable. Out of embarrassment your hands raise to cover your face. Instinctively your arms cross over your chest. It’s not like he hasn't seen you like this before.

“Don't hide yourself,” he gently tugs your arms down, admiring the way the moonlight reflects off your skin, “I want to see you.”

You straddle his thigh. The way you grind down against him is far from subtle. He notices the way your face contorts with need- and the small wet patch your cunt leaves on his thigh.

He’s ready to show his affections with his tongue. Rather unceremoniously he lays back, guiding your hips to settle over his chest. His dark hair pools around his head.

“Be a good girl and ride my face,” he says.

There's no hiding the way you blush. From chest to forehead you’re bright red. Even the tips of your ears take on a pink color. His hands trail down your sides, squeezing your ass and hips. You settle over his face, thighs on either side of his head. The warmth of your skin spreads to him.

His tongue dips in your folds, swirling around your clit. He presses kitten licks to your clit. Toji’s touches are always achingly close to where you need them, but not quite. His touch is fleeting in nature; just like him. Your fingers bury in his hair, guiding him to where you want him most.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t tease!” You whine.

His grip on your thighs tightens, pulling you down against his face. Your needy clit is lavished with affections from a hot tongue. His skilled tongue traces circles around your clit, gently sucking and nipping at the sensitive bud. Aside from your own moans are the sounds of a man very content with what he’s doing. He could die happy with his head between your thighs.

You grind down against his face, content to chase your own release. Heat pools low in your stomach, building with each skilled flick of his tongue. You’re reduced to a moaning, babbling mess, crying out his name like it’s a prayer.

The knot in your stomach snaps.

Toji lets you ride out your orgasm on his face, holding your hips down. It takes a moment for the overstimulation to register in your lust-addled mind. His tongue still works eager circles around your clit, seemingly unaware of your writhing form. The lower half of Toji’s face glints in the dim light. His hair is a mess, sticking out in all sorts of directions from your desperate grip. A sleepy, mischievous grin spreads across his face. It's not often you see him so relaxed.

Your post-orgasm haze leaves you sensitive, and shaky. His hands run over your flushed skin, his eyes hungrily taking in your form. Though he’s not the most verbal with his affections, his eyes can’t hide what goes on in his head. He takes you in all at once, yet piece by piece too. His eyes say what his mouth won't.

“Did you think you could get away that easily?” He asks.

You swallow hard.

He guides you to sit in his lap. You straddle one of his large thighs, palming his growing erection. With the change of position, his bulge grinds right against your leg. Toji’s eyes darken in warning. He lifts his hips just enough to shove his pants down. His cock springs free from his boxers, the tip glistening with precum. It's built like the rest of him, long and thick, the hairs towards the base are dark and a bit unruly. The head takes on an angry red color. His size is a bit intimidating, but he always makes sure you’re prepared enough to take him.

You lower yourself onto him slowly. You fit around him like a glove; the warm, velvety walls of your cunt clenching around him. He watches your face for any sign of discomfort, though you show none.

“You can take more than that, can't you?” He asks.

You nod.

He still gives you a moment to get used to his size. His hands find your hips, giving them a tender squeeze. Your arms wrap around his neck, your breath hot against his skin. The intimacy of the situation doesn't go over his head. He leans to nip at your earlobe, cooing in your ear how good you’re doing, how well you fit around him. Toji trails wet, open mouth kisses down your neck. The gasps and moans that leave you as you shift to get more comfortable makes his cock twitch.

“My good girl,” he coos, “taking all of me like this.”

He guides your hips as you bounce on his cock, his nails digging into your plush thighs. Toji can't pry his eyes away from the way your breasts bounce with each thrust. Greedy, calloused hands palm at your breasts, working your nipples into stiff peaks. Sweat beads in his hairline. You don't think you’ve ever seen him so focused.

One of his hands moves down to toy with your clit, working circles against the bundle of nerves. He notices how your breath hitches, how your lips have been bitten pink, how your pupils have shrunk down to pinpricks. You don't.

His hands find your hips, momentarily lifting you off his lap, laying you down on your back. He fucks into you with rough, unforgiving thrusts. His pace is brutal.

Toji grunts as your nails rake across his back, leaving angry red marks. His lips latch onto the fleshy part of your neck, sucking and nipping in a way that makes you whimper. A collar of dark marks nearly circles your neck. It brings him an odd joy seeing you marked up in such a way. People know you’re his.

There’s not one specific thing that sends you over the edge, but a mixture of everything. From the way his skilled fingers toy with your clit to the way his cock leaves none of your sweet spots unstroked.

Your legs clamp around his waist as you cum, crying out his name. With the way you clench around him, pulling him back in, he isn't far behind.

His thrusts grow sloppier as he nears his own release. Toji’s praise turns to broken sentence fragments about how good you’re doing, and how beautiful your body is underneath him. For just this moment his stoic nature fails, and he lets his affections pour fourth.

“You’re gonna take all of it.” He says. “You’re gonna take all of my cum.”

And you do.

Hot, thick ropes of his cum spill into your unprotected womb, spilling out and running down your thighs in streams. To stifle his grunt, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. A small, pained whimper escapes you.

As he pulls out, he’s hit with a pang of regret for not using a condom. Aside from the mess, he doesn't want to knock you up. That doesn't stop him from shamelessly leaning back and admiring the mess he’s made. Any bit of worry he has is quickly forgotten.The sight of your fucked-out form leaking his cum lights a whole new need within him.

He pulls you to lay on his chest, your head resting in the crook of his neck. His strong arms wrap around you, pulling you flush to him. Your bed would probably be more comfortable, but he doesn't want to risk moving you. A sleepy, content smile spreads across your face. His quiet heartbeat acts as a lullaby. You find yourself nuzzling into his chest,

“You better stop that, sweetheart,” he says, “unless you want a round two.”

#jjk x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #not sfw

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sweetsbfreex · 3 years

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a father’s duty

Summary: brought to u by the wholesome picture of Cevans sewing up dodger’s stuffed lion 🤧

Warnings: Talk of trauma (nothing too in depth) and talk of sex

Pairings: Dad, Husband!Ransom x reader

You and Ransom were cuddled up together on the couch, some random movie he had chosen that you weren’t paying attention to. You wanted to cuddle, but he insisted on watching this movie so a compromise had to be made. And the feeling of his hand going up and down, inside your shirt, against your arm; Could only make you purr in contentment.

And you were meant to doze off if it wasn’t for the dramatic, high pitched scream of pure agony. You both shot up from your seats, looking at each other wide eyed before dashing up the stairs (Ransom ahead).

Until you were in the doorway of an overly purple room.

“Mommy! Daddy!”

Ransom let a small, stunned gasp at the feel of a teary eyed four year old, Celeste bolting to his legs. Her small arms had tried to wrap around his legs as she sobbed into his jeans, fists tight as she clutching the denim.

Confused you had leant down adjacent to her, Ransom peering down from his stance, lifting her arms to softly run circles over her back.

“What’s wrong baby?” a fake pout on your lips.

“She’s dead!” she had sobbed, her puffy cheek making contact with his expensive jeans to make eye contact with you.

“What? Who’s dead babe?” Ransom asked, tilting his head downward, eye brows stitched together.

She propped her chin up against his leg, “Daffy” she blubbered, extending her arm behind her to point at the limp stuffed bunny a few feet away.

“Fucking––” He couldn’t finish his sentence a hearty laugh emitted into the otherwise somber air, still laughing (some tears streaking his face) he had picked up the once blubbering girl so she saddled on his hip.

“Ransom! It’s not funny and language, god”

“C'mon” he dragged the n, “You gotta admit this is hilarious, she’s so dramatic...I wonder who she gets it from” he smirked, looking at you knowingly.

“You” you appointed, holding back your smile.

“As if” he scoffs rolling his eyes.

“Daffy!” Celeste exclaimed, snapping the two from their loving trance.

“Right!” you snapped yourself back into mom mode, making way to Daffy and your way back to the two, watching Ransom wipe the tears from Celeste’s face, calming her down in a hushed voice.

You sidle up next to Ransom lifting the stuffed animal, so the both of you could evaluate the state of her favorite buddy. You looked up to him, watching his face scrunch up, almost like disgust, but you knew he was just very confused.

“Jeez leste, what’d you do?”

The light yellow bunny up front was perfectly fine, but once you had turned it around a tear in the fabric of the it’s “spine” was parted, the thread poking out along the hem.

“I–– I was just spinning her around”

“Is that really what you did” you prompted.

“No..” she set forward shyly, resting her temple against her father’s shoulder. “There was a string and then I pulled it by accident”

“By accident?” Ransom asked, eyebrows raised.

“On purpose” she mumbled, eyes tearing up slowly.

Celeste is probably the biggest liar the two of you know. You both have been working on that habit, reassuring her that it was fine and being honest is better most times (minus surprises, safety, etc). You both had even resorted to acting out examples for her. She was getting better, but ever the fibber she still found a way to slip into the habit. And when you had asked her why exactly she loved lying, she only replied with a quib “It’s fun!” giggling to herself.

“Hey it’s okay, you were curious” he cooed, “Mommy will fix it don’t worry”

You looked up at him mesmerized, not so surprised at the father he was becoming. Remembering all those nights he had kept the two of you up, even the day you were in labor, he had been worried. How was he ever supposed to love a kid properly–– let alone his–– when he never had that benefit. All these what ifs running through his head in a cycle.

He had even taken it upon himself to sign you both up for those parenting classes. The ones with the fake dolls. Dolls that he held gently as if they were alive.

“I will. You’ve had a long day, love, you wanna go to bed now?” you asked her, smiling.

She nods silently, reaching her hands out to you. Ready for the familiar night routine to begin.

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After Celeste had been put to bed, it was not you and Ransom being the only two up. You were both in your shared bathroom, getting ready for bed.

You groaned, catching the attention of Ransom. “Sewing that thing is gonna be some work” watching yourself in the mirror as you rub in your lotion.

“You’re tying that thing together, how hard can that be?”

“I’m sewing it together”

“Tomato, Tomahto” he responded.

“Fine, since you think it’s so easy why don’t you fix it for her?”

“Deal. I’ll take another night of anal as my end” he says this confindently, not expecting another word for you, as he saunters past you briskly but not before placing a kiss to your check and a rough smack to the ass.

Ransom.

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And god did he take this seriously. Making sure you were up this entire time as he achieved his new level of domesticity.

And you did, sitting up against the headboard as you watched him sit shirtless across the sized room.

He sits in the barrel chair. the stuffed animal in his lap, a spool of light pink thread to match the bunny in between his legs, and a packet of needles in his hand.

“Babe you have to––”

He holds up a hand, stopping you from saying whatever you were about to say.

“I got this babe” he tells you, looking at you wearily as he pulls up a video (‘how to sew stuffed bunny animal together’) on his phone.

You watch him watch the video,switching the show you were watching to make it seem as if you weren’t watching him too carefully.

He squints, focused as he listens to the lady in the video.

“You look so cute”

“Thanks” he grumbles, placing a thimble on his pointer finger.

He was like a cute grandmother. His eyebrows brought together and tongue poking through his cheek, which you teased him endlessly about. There was just something about watching a brawly, grumpy man like him knit. So you pulled your phone out wanting to take a quick picture.

“Put. it. down.” he tells you, not even looking away from his task.

“Wha–– You’re really creepy, you know that. Smile” you demand of him. “It’d be so cute for the album”

He of course doesn’t smile instead raising the stuffed animal to cover his face from the camera, but you were quick enough to get something before that. Smiling fondly at the adorable photo of his concentrated face. Once you had your fill of serotonin, you closed the device and reached over to set it on your nightstand.

“You gonna give me a kiss goodnight before you go?” he asks you stoically, head still looking down at his task.

“Yes Ransom. Just give me a minute’ you respond, shimmying yourself from the soft sheets. You make your way besides Ransom–– naturally he wraps one arm around your waist to bring you–– leaning down and placing a kiss to his cheek (which he smiles at) then his lips. He pulls back first only to return again for a deeper one. Sending you off, finally, with a pinch to your ass.

“Goodnight, Baby” you tell him over your shoulder on your way back to the bed.

“Night y/n/n.”

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“y/n” is whispered in your ear and the shaking of your shoulder is what causes you to wake up. You turn your head over your shoulder to see Ransom standing over you gleefully.

“Ransom?” you rasp, turning your whole body over to face him, looking at the clock on your night stand. “It’s two in the morning!”

“Thanks captain obvious” he mutters, rolling his eyes. Yet, he lifts up the stuffed animal. Both hands on either paws, holding it up to show you. “I finished!”

You instantly noticed the band-aid wrapped around his thumb and the brightest smile on his face. Through it you could see how proud of himself he really was. He really was getting a hand of this dad thing he was still figuring it out.

Ransom, however, could only think about how tired he was and how strained his eyes felt––probably rimmed red. With the amount of times he had to rewatch the video because he missed or didn’t understand a step. But, for his little girl it was definitely worth it.

“Well, look at you. You did so good bub” you extend your arm up lazily to then loop it around his neck, bringing him down for a kiss.

If only his conceited friends could see him now. Thinking about how Danver, one of the many friends he had dropped, would berate him passively. Calling it a women’s role most likely.

“Thank you” he settles one more kiss, “Let’s go”

“Go where?” you chuckle

“Leste’s room...where else? She’ll need him to sleep the rest of the night comfortably” he explains, removing your arm from his neck. To gently tug your hand.

“You sure?” you ask hesitantly.

“Hundred percent, let’s go”

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You open the door slowly, the creaking sound it emitted making you cringe. And when you’re hushed by Ransom, you twist around instantly sending him a stink eye.

And you both stand against the side of her bed, you crouch down. Raising your hand to her shoulder.

“Lesty” you whisper, your thumb running circles over her shoulder.

She wakes up slowly, as always. The clear indication that she is awake being when she raises her hand to rub at her eyes.

“Mommy? She stops and gasps, “Are we going to Disney?” asking the question with glee, she sits up, her hands placed over her book patterned pajama pants.

You and Ransom share a short laugh. Remembering how you surprised her just like this months ago. The frown that overtakes her face makes you both want to laugh.

“I’m going back to sleep” she tells you both, already reaching for her blanket.

“Wait” you laugh, holding her hand. “There's a surprise for you”

At your announcement, Ransom steps up holding out the sewed up stuffy. Her tiny hands covered the gasp she let out, muffling it.

“She’s fixed!” she’s astonished, running her fingers along the stitches.

Celeste felt like a jumping bean with all this happiness filling her body and she wasn’t sure how to express how happy she felt. So, she jumped onto her mother, arms latched onto her neck. Kissing her cheek incessantly.

“Thank you thank you thank you-”

“Actually––” you start.

“Woah! Woah! Woah!” ever the dramatic, “Momma didn’t do this. I did babe” he tells her, a gobsmacked, playful expression on his face.

Ransom’s replica quickly unlatched herself from y/n, rocketing herself into his arms. He held onto her tightly. Falling in love with the toothy smile–– albeit it was missing a front one–– she gave him. He was rolling around in her appreciation towards his gesture. This was all he wanted. To be a better man for you to marry and be a better father for his daughter.

He brought her into him a little bit, placing a kiss to her forehead.

“Anything for you Leste” he tells her in a hush.

You rise slowly from your crouch, knees a bit sore from how long you were down there. Just in awe of the love they both exerted towards each other. Ransom’s hand lightly flying over the back of her head and Her tiny palm coddling his cheek.

“Time for bed?” you ask the two of them, your hand naturally going to Ransom and Celeste’s shoulder.

“Yeah. I’m tired” she tells you, dragging out the h. Setting her cheek to her dad’s muscled shoulder. Nuzzling her cheek against it lazily.

“Yeah? Well let’s put you in bed first” Ransom responds.

You walk behind the two, as Ransom sets her down gently on her bed.

He sets a kiss to her cheek then he pulls back, watching the way her arms tighten around the stuffed animal.

“You love it?” he asks, a proud smile etched on his face.

“Yes” she whispers, “Thank you, daddy” her palm caressing the top of it’s head.

“Anything for you Leste” he reaffirmed. He needed her to know that he’d do anything. Anything. To keep a smile that bright on her precious face. He didn’t want her to doubt if he ever loved her or if she could ever come to him about anything. He especially didn’t want her to think that she’d be second to his work.

He loved her too much and decided, right when you told him the news, he’d learn from his parents’ mistakes and trauma he had to deal with.

“Goodnight, honey”

He gets up from his spot watching you lean over placing a kiss to her cheek, tugging the crocheted blanket to Celeste’s chin.

“Night baby” you tell her sweetly.

“Night” she replies to the both of you before snuggling into the duck more.

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RIght when you shut the door, you expect to face Ransom’s back walking towards your bedroom. But try not to scream, startled, when your head meets with his chest.

You look up, probably not the smartest thing to do. “You ready for bed?” you ask nervously, each hand landing on his broad shoulders.

With the way he was looking at you, you would assume you were the last stash of biscoff cookies he always keeps fully stored in the house. Especially, with the other Drysdale in the house, the cookies went by faster when they used to.

“Don’t think so..We made a bet. Remember?” he smiles

“RIght now?!” you hiss lowly. He must have lost his mind. “You woke me up at like three in the morning”

“It was actually two” you whack his arm at his smart mouth, of course he doesn’t react. “Anyway. A bets a bet. Let’s go baby” he crouches down, lifting you up swiftly into a bride-groom like position.

“Ransom!” you whisper, taken by surprise.

“A quickie and then we’ll drop her off at your parents tomorrow to get to the real stuff tomorrow” he asserts.

With that, he picks up his speed. Taking you both down the hallway. Once he’s arrived at his destination–– the bedroom–– he throws you on the bed. Laughing to himself with how stricken you look. You should be used to this by now, he tells himself.

“Ransom!” is the last of his name he hears with a tone of scolding mixed with shock, before he gets to work. When he climbs on top of you quickly––like a lion to prey––biting your neck.

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biisexualemma · 3 years

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kick ass. kol mikaelson

word count: 1.8k

warnings: mentions of blood and some violence

requested: n/a

plot: you get hurt and deal with the repercussions

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"i'm fully capable of kicking your ass," you spat. you were having none of it. you'd been threatened plenty of times in your lifetime, you were equipped to handle this kind of situation. ever since you started dating an original vampire, he had you taking every precaution. you always had vervain in your system. you took self defence classes. you always carried a small stake in your purse, just for times like this. "and if i'm not, my boyfriend certainly won't hesitate to."

"i don't see your boyfriend anywhere?"

"do you know who my boyfriend is?"

"should i?" he took a few steps towards you, but you mimicked and took a few steps back. you weren't far from the compound, so there was no doubt in your mind that if you screamed loud enough, kol could hear you.

you wore a sly smile. "you probably should."

you clutched the stake in your hand, holding it behind your back, ready to move on him if he tried anything. "too bad—" you saw it coming before he did, and quickly sliced his hand open with the tip of stake before he could touch you. while he was caught off guard you nailed him right in the crotch with a powerful kick.

he stumbled backwards, and before he could recover you ran as quickly as you could in the direction of the compound. you weren't stupid. you could only defend yourself so much against a vampire, no matter how young they were. you were sure he could kill you with no trouble at all, you just couldn't give him the chance.

you didn't have a second to pull out your phone to warn anyone of your situation, so you continued to run until you felt a hand clamp around your ankle and yank you to the ground. your face slammed into the pavement, your nose dripping now with blood. you leak out a shriek at the impact, and you quickly noticed the stake in your hand had jammed into you leg as you fell. you pushed aside the pain and scrambled away from the vamp hunting you.

if you died, kol would never let you hear the end of it. he was always having a go at you for being reckless with you life. but in his eyes, being reckless with your life, included simple things like walking home alone, or closing up the bar you worked by yourself, or even leaving the compound without telling him your whereabouts. these were all simple things, things you couldn't avoid. he didn't get it though. so you just didn't tell him. you'd lie and say your walked home with a friend. or lie and say your manager was locking up with you that night. what he didn't know, wouldn't hurt him.

you only wished now, in this moment, that you had listened to him.

you were steps away from the compound, clawing your way to the gates, your right leg struggling from where the stake had penetrated your thigh. you could feel the vampire looming over you. you flipped over, trying to push yourself up with your arms but your legs were weak.

you wore a tired, wicked smile on your face. blood was oozing from your nose, dripping onto your lips. the vamp couldn't understand your reaction, when he was about to suck the life out of you.

"you really don't wanna do this— you're kinda already dead for this," you motioned to your bloodied face. the vampire shook his head, wearing a smirk that you were sure would be wiped off his face any moment now.

"you're pretty cocky for someone that's about to die," he quipped.

"if anyone's about to die— i can promise that it's going to be you," you let out a heavy sigh of relief when you heard klaus' voice from behind you. "you not only interrupted my reading but you've also only gone and bashed up the face of my brother's girl."

you saw the young vampires face turn pale. he knew who he was dealing with. everyone knew klaus, everyone knew the mikaelsons. he suddenly looked very regretful.

"you're— you're boyfriend is—"

"kol mikaelson," he appeared from behind klaus, elijah and freya following behind him. klaus grabbed the young vamp before he got any ideas about running away. you knew they were going to really make him pay for this. you'd feel sorry for him if he hadn't just tried to kill you, twice.

kol crouched beside you, his eyebrows knitted tightly together as he gently touched your face. you winced, pulling away from him. his jaw clenched. his eyes remained on you, as he spoke to his siblings. "freya, take y/n inside and clean her up," kol helped you onto your feet, handing you over to freya with great care as you limped on inside.

you were sure that vampire never lived to see another day. you were sure when he was left alone with klaus, kol and elijah that he was made to suffer deeply. you tried not to think about it. you should be used to the blood and gore by now, but nothing ever prepared you for it. you put it out of your mind, hissing when freya touched your nose cautiously. you frowned, leaning away from her touch.

"ow," you mumbled quietly. freya muttered a quiet sorry in return, but continued to wipe away the blood that had poured all over the rest of your face.

"i don't think it's broken," she wore a sympathetic smile, you were sure she was trying not to think about what her brothers were doing too. "but it's bruised pretty bad."

you nodded, letting her touch your chin and tilt your head backwards. "shove these up there and it should stop the bleeding," you did as she said and put the cotton wool up your nostrils, and sure enough the bleeding stopped. "what happened to your leg?"

you scoffed out a laugh, your head still tilted back as you held the cotton up your nose. you couldn't really see freya from this angle at all. "uh— that was my fault actually— never run with scissors— or stakes in this instance."

freya cracked a small smile of amusement. you were the clumsiest person she'd met, only you would bring a stake to defend yourself and end up hurting yourself with it. "you're so stupid," she muttered half-jokingly. you could tell she was waiting for the moment her brothers would come back and start some kind of argument over this. she always tried to keep the peace, which is why she wasn't grilling you about walking home alone. and although you knew kol was worried about you, you were also prepared to get an earful from him about being more careful. so right now, you were thankful to be in freya's company over any other mikaelson.

"uh huh," you nodded. it was true, you did often get yourself into these stupid situations. it wasn't your fault, you were like a beacon for bad situations. you titled your head back to its normal level, catching freya's stare. "do you think he'll be mad?"

she gave you a soft stare before refocusing on your leg, cleaning out the wound. "don't worry about it," she shook her head. "you know he's really only angry with himself. he just needs to get it all out."

you nodded, your eyes moving to the door frame where kol was standing silently watching his sister tend to your wound. he didn't look angry, you thought. "i can take over, sister," he spoke up, catching freya's attention. she nodded, putting down her supplies and walking to kol.

"don't be mean to her," she threatened quietly, so only he could hear. kol clenched his jaw as his sister left and you sat watching him standing far away from you.

"hey," you mumbled. he moved so he was sitting where freya sat before in front of you. he didn't look at you, he just picked up the supplies freya had been using to clean out your wound, and begun inspecting your leg. "are you mad at me?"

he shook his head.

you noticed a bit of blood on his neck that he must've missed upon cleaning himself up. he would never let you see him like that. he always cleaned himself up before he came to you. he knew how much you hated blood. you accepted his lifestyle. you just didn't need to see it, he knew that.

"i should've called," you let out a soft sigh. you felt bad for lying now. lying to him didn't benefit anyone. you knew he was protective, but you also knew it was for good reason. for this exact reason. you felt guilty.

"yeah," he mumbled. you winced as he pulled a splinter out of your wound, you hand instinctively went to his shoulder and squeezed tight. he stopped, glancing up at you where he finally saw the bruising surrounding your nose. he threw down the supplies in his hands and let out a deep sigh.

"i'm sorry," you frowned, you moved your hand from his shoulder to the side of his face. "i'll be more careful next time."

"no next time," he shook his head. he placed his hand over yours and moved it from his face so he could hold your hand. "sweetheart, i just want you to be safe."

you nodded. "i know," you loved kol, so much it hurt sometimes. and it pained you to see him looking so upset, so unlike himself. "if it makes you feel any better, i got a good kick in to his balls before all this happened."

kol cracked a small smile, ducking his head. "that does make me feel a bit better, actually."

you looked at him sympathetically. you wanted to ease his worry but there wasn't much you could do. he would always be worried and protective no matter how careful you were.

"d'you still love me even though i'm a bad girlfriend, who gets herself into bad situations more often than you'd care for me to?"

"'course i still love you, darling," he squeezed your hand he was holding and lifted it to press a kiss to the back of your hand. "just call me next time you need a ride home."

you nodded, still wearing a gentle smile. you were glad he wasn't angry, you didn't have the energy to hash this out with him. he knew you understood why he is the way he is.

"i love you," you squeezed his hand in return. "thanks for protecting me."

"anytime," he wore a lopsided smile now. he leaned closer a pressed a soft kiss onto your lips.

"still think i'm pretty with this honker?" you teased, trying to make light of the situation now that everything had been resolved. kol snorted, pulling away from your lips.

"i do," you wore a wide smile. he moved both his hands to either side of your face and held you still, looking over you. "you're beautiful."

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alrightberries · 3 years

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dante’s inferno

request: wassup homie could you maybe write a college au fic where levi and reader are rommies, then one day reader brings home an adopted cat without levi's prior knowledge? You could decide what happens next lol. Tysm 🥺

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 4k

❈ summary: college au. in which you bring a stray cat to your dorm and your neat freak roommate won’t let you keep it.

alternatively: a compilation of college shenanigans where you and levi are best friends who are bad with feelings (ft. an unamused cat named dante)

❈ trigger warnings: profanity. mentions of alcohol and smoking. implied smut.

a/n: this was supposed to be loosely based on the nine circles of hell according to inferno by dante alighieri— hence the title— but i did my research wrong so now it’s loosely based on the seven terraces of purgatory according to divine comedy. i’m keeping the title tho.

Inspired by this art by @ryuichirou on tumblr.

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i. first terrace: pride

“We’re not keeping it.”

“But why?”

“We’re not keeping it.”

“But why.”

Levi’s tongue clicks in annoyance. His eyes glance next you where the offending creature lay on your bed; tail curling, paws kneading at his your favorite fleece blanket. Quite frankly he’s a little offended when the little shit has the audacity to glare at him back.

He’ll never admit it, but his ego’s a bit bruised because the cat’s glare was slightly better than his.

“I said no,” he firmly replies, looking back to you. “It’s bad enough I have to share a room with an anarchist who has no respect for boundaries—“

“One time, I forgot to use a coaster that one time!”

“—and now you expect me to share a room with a dirty fur ball who does nothing but eat, shit, and sleep?”

“He’s a cat, Levi.” You murmur, scooping the cat into your arms. “And he has a name,” you give a nervous smile when you see your rommate grit his teeth. He feels a headache coming.

“You named it?”

“Dante is not an ‘it’.”

Levi makes a move to step closer but immediately stops when the ‘Dante’ hisses at him.

“Aw, he likes you.” You coo.

“Clearly,” he replies unenthusiastically. “Listen,” he sighs. “I respect your cat’s pronouns but that doesn’t mean he’s allowed to stay. Or do I need to remind you of the mac and cheese incident?”

Okay, maybe he was on to something. If you got caught with a pet in the dorms you’d breach your third and final warning, and you’d be forced to dorm off-campus. The fact that you were still here after the mac and cheese incident was solely because Levi pulled some strings (aka asked Erwin, golden boy of the campus who owed him a favor, to pull some strings).

But you couldn’t just let Dante go. There was something about him that felt so familiar; something about his black fur, thin silver eyes, unamused snarl, and overall grumpy demeanor. Especially endearing was the way he’d grumble and pretend to be annoyed whenever you tried to cuddle him but would complain if you stopped.

You just couldn’t figure out who or what he reminded you of.

Maybe you would’ve figured it out too if you weren’t so distracted with watching Levi and Dante stare at each other. Your eyes dart back and forth between the grouchy cat sitting on your bed and your grouchy roommate sitting on his desk. Both were slightly crouched over with their heads tilted up in a show of dominance; they were engaged in what seemed to be a glaring contest, gunmetal irises unamused and mouths taut in a snarl as they protected their territory.

You sigh. You really, for the life of you, couldn’t figure out why Dante felt so familiar.

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ii. second terrace: envy

Levi is not jealous. He’s not.

At least that’s what he tells himself as he sulks alone on his bed. His arms are crossed and his lips are in a pout, eyebrows knitted in distaste, occasionally glancing to your side of the room where you sat up on your bed. He’s sure whatever movie you chose to watch together is interesting and all, but right now all he could pay attention to was that stupid cat. Sitting on your stupid lap. Getting its fur stroked by your stupid hand. Getting all the love and affection his stupid self should be receiving.

It was him you should be cuddling, not Dante. Saturday nights were reserved for him and you, not you and a cat while he happened to be in the room. He’s been trying to make a move on you since high school and he can’t fucking believe he’s losing your attention to a cat. Sure, he’s always been too chicken to make a move and had to suffer seeing you get together with assholes— as per your type during your emo high school days— but this was a new low. He can’t wrap his head around the concept that he’s losing his longterm crush to a motherfucking cat.

When you coo at how adorable the fleabag was for what felt like the 50th time that night, Levi decides he’s had enough of the cuddle-hogging piece of shit.

Wordlessly, he crosses to your side of the room and lifts the cat from its perch, ignoring your protests as he sets it down on the floor and tells it to ‘scram, you little fuck.’ He uses a hand to dust your lap free of any microscopic cat particles Dante probably left behind before lying down his head down once he was satisfied. He grabs your hand to put it on his hair.

“Stroke.” He orders, eyes closing.

“What? No! You pushed off Dante.”

“He was in my spot.”

“You couldn’t have given up your lap pillow for one night?”

“One night?” He scoffs and turns to look at you. “You’ve been abandoning me for two weeks. That disgusting, tic-infested, rabies-carrying slob has no business sitting on your lap.”

“He’s not disgusting, you gave him a shower before you agreed to let me keep him. And I took him the vet to make sure he had all his shots. He’s clean, Levi.”

“Tch, good. Now throw him out and let him find someone else to freeload from.”

“Okay, what’s going on?” You guffaw. “You’ve been grumpier than usual. And why’re you being such an ass to Dante? He’s just a cat.”

“Don’t think he’s special in some way. I’m an ass to everyone.”

“Then why does it feel like you’re always extra mean to him?”

He doesn’t reply. His lips are downturned into a frown when he looks away with a click of his tongue, and you realize with a sigh you won’t be getting an answer from your cryptic roommate soon. Your fingers start mindlessly stroking his undercut when you get lost in your thoughts— a habit you developed through years of Levi using your lap as a pillow. He always complained the first few times you did it but you knew it calmed both him and you, and that it put both your minds at ease. Moreso Levi right now, apparently.

You’re keenly aware of how he seems to curl up into you the more you keep going. You watch as his shoulders slump down when you stroke the side of his face, and his eyebrows relax slightly. From your angle, you could even see the way his eyes close in content. Maybe even a tiny smile if you were being delusional.

Your lip twitches upward.

“Oh my god, Levi, are you jealous of a cat?”

“Shut up and play with my hair.”

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iii. third terrace: wrath

“You owe me a new cravat.”

You blink up at your roommate. “What?”

“You owe me a new cravat.” He repeats. He pulls from his pocket a white piece of fabric— barely recognizable— torn into shreds, releases it mid-air. It gently lands on your open palm.

“Wait, did Dante do this?” You ask, eyeing the slik in your hands.

“Unless you went feral in the middle of the fucking night and decided to cut up my clothes, yes.”

“Oh my god, Levi, I’m so sorry. I swear Dante will never—“

“You actually owe me three cravats,” he interjects. “The first two I overlooked since they weren’t that expensive but I draw the line here.” His lips are downturned into a frown, eyes poorly concealing his clear distaste. “This one’s my favorite and it was made from silk.”

You eye the fabric in your hands once more before nodding in understanding, setting down the once beautiful cravat before taking out your wallet. It was only fair that you paid him back; he was being more than generous with letting your cat stay and keeping it a secret, and now you wonder how many bad things Dante’s done that Levi’s overlooked or simply never brought up with you.

“Sure, I’m really sorry. How much do I owe you?”

Levi doesn’t say anything. Instead he pulls out his phone and types something on what you could only assume was google, most likely looking for the same brand of the cravat your cat had just torn into shreds. You weren’t entirely sure how much those could cost, but surely you could afford—

“What the fuck!” You screech, eyeing the page with very, very hefty price tags listed. Holy fucking hell where did he even get the money to buy something so expensive. Gulping, you nervously look up at your unimpressed roommate. You already knew he was taking it easy on you; his aura was the only thing intimidating, at least he wasn’t giving you the murder eyes. And even though he was a man of his word, you were thankful he hasn’t reported Dante.

Still, it didn’t change the fact that Levi looked pissed beyond belief.

“Uhm... can I pay you with a check that’ll definitely bounce?”

“You will pay me in cash.”

“Fuck, fine!”

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iv. fourth terrace: sloth

Levi silently works on his desk. His laptop’s open in fromt of him, numerous notes from classes and books from the library surrounding him. The gentle sounds of clicking and clacking echoe throughout the room as fingers typed at the keyboard, eyes concentrated and lips pulled taught as he focuses on his task. He’s on a roll. He’s almost done with this part of his research, nothing could snap him out of this, he just needs to—

“Levi, when do you think Dante will come back to me?”

He stops typing and grits his teeth.

This is how it’s been the entire night. Ten minutes of peace before you ask him some stupid questions that could’ve been answered with common sense.

“Fuck if I care.”

“Do you think it was something I did?”

He resumes typing. “Yes.”

“Do you think he’ll come back?”

“No.”

“Even after all we’ve been through?”

“Still no.”

“I miss him,” you sigh. “I miss him so much.”

“Then you shouldn’t have left the door open.”

It’s been a week since Dante escaped the dorm and Levi doesn’t understand why you’re still so depressed about it. I mean, you only lost a cat that you loved and treasured and treated like family. Surely a week of moping around in your pajamas and eating nothing but chips and soda was catharsis enough.

He hears you shift in your burrito blanket, presumably to turn away from him so you can sulk into the wall next to your bed. Good. Now he can get back to working on—

“Levi do you think Dante-“

“Enough.” He grits, slamming his laptop shut.

“Where’re you going?” You ask, eyeing the way he hurriedly stuffs papers and books into his bag along with his laptop.

“Out.” He replies, grabbing his keys and his coat. “I can’t stand this shit anymore.”

Your head is burried in your blankets when he slams the door shut and all you could do was slump down because great. You lost Dante, and now you’ve royally pissed off Levi.

Great. Just fucking great.

Unlike your cat, however, your roommate comes back hours later, just before curfew. He doesn’t bother with a hello— he never does— and neither do you, opting to stay hidden underneath the sheets. Though suddenly, there’s a dip in the mattress followed by a pur next to your head.

Could it be?

“Dante?” You murmur, lifting your head from underneath your cocoon of fabric. Small black paws and silver eyes meet your gaze. “Dante!” Immediately sitting up, you pulled him to your lap, scratching his little head and cooing about how much you missed him as he purred and curled into to you.

Levi would never say it, but he missed seeing you smile at the little fleabag.

You turn to look at your roommate. “How’d you find him?”

“Asked around the campus. He wandered into another dorm building and probably thought it was ours.”

“Well yeah but... I thought you hated him?”

“I do.” He replies instantly.

“Then why’d you find him?”

“I hate him, not you.”

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v. fifth terrace: avarice

“I fucking hate both of you,” Levi grumbles, staring at the dorm.

Towers of boxes lined his supposed to be clean dorm room. He had a hard time prying the door open since it was blocked, and he wasn’t even sure how the boxes weren’t blocking out the light from how high they were piled. Dante’s sat on a stack of box directly next to the door, purring and flicking his tail around. Levi squints his eyes and glares at the little shit.

“You especially.”

“Mrow?”

Levi’s day had been, with no irony or sarcasm at all, amazing. He got a good grade on his research paper; the guy in front of him at the cafe accidentally ordered an extra serving of (coincidentally, Levi’s favorite) tea and gave it to him for free; and he got full marks for the presentation he’s been worrying about for weeks. His class even got dismissed early so he had an extra hour for lunch. He knew you didn’t have classes, so in honor of his great day he thought he’d do something nice and take you out for lunch. His treat, of course.

But any trace of his good mood vanished when he went back to the dorms and got greeted to a room that looked like it came from an episode of Hoarders.

This is what he gets for trying to be nice.

“Levi! Is that you?” You called out.

“What the fuck happened?”

You laugh sheepishly— at least Levi thinks you do. He couldn’t see you beyond the hundred boxes that took up your shared room. He hears some rustling and the sound of things being moved around before finally your head pops out from behind a wall of brown, smiling at him apologetically before walking towards him (and tripping a few times).

“Remember when I said I’d order some toys for Dante as a surprise?”

Levi’s eye twitches. “Don’t tell me—”

“I accidentally ordered 10,000 instead of 10. Online shopping struggles, am I right?” You nervously chuckle at his pissed off face. Levi was not in the mood.

Your smile widens as you make twinkly gestures with your hands. “So uh... surprise?”

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vi. sixth terrace: gluttony

The clinic is still when you first entered.

The harsh smell of alcohol and sterile metal makes your nose grimace, and the coldness of the thermostat brings goosebumps to your arms. Behind the wall, somewhete in the waiting room, cats are hissing, dogs are barking, and you could even hear the sound of birds angrily chirping and rattling their cages.

Dante cowers in fear on the silver table, and your heart aches. His ears are down and his fur’s standing on its ends, but you couldn’t comfort him. Not right now, at least. The veterinarian still needed to do a few more checks.

You gulp, “how’s... how’s Dante looking, doc?”

“Not good,” she murmurs. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and she takes a deep sigh as she eyes the information on the chart. “It’ll take months before he can walk properly again, possibly more if we don’t do anything about it soon.”

“Don’t tell me... is he—-”

“I’m sorry, my dear,” she sighs. “But your cat is heavily obese.”

The corners of your lips twitch down into a frown, and your palm is warm when you start to stroke Dante’s fur. He calms down a bit from your touch, less on edge but still guarded as he warily eyes the doctor’s gloved hands.

“But I don’t understand,” you reply. “I’ve been following the recommended diet you put him on, and I haven’t been feeding him anything other than the cat food and vitamins you recommended. How’s he still obese?”

“Well, we could look into other solutions, but for now I think we ought to look at whether or not Dante has an underlying health problem.”

Levi tunes out the chatter between you and the vet, bored eyes staring into nothing. He’s leaning against a wall and he’s watching the cat carrier. Your bag’s slung over his shoulders and your coat’s in his arms, and he was sure you didn’t even need him to be here for “moral support.”

He mentally scoffs. You probably just needed a chauffeur to drive you for free, and honestly, Levi would rather feel like a chauffeur than a coat rack.

His eyes make contact with Dante’s, and all the fear in the cat’s eyes is suddenly gone, replaced with a steely glare and bared teeth. A warning, one no one else notices but him.

Levi gives him a solitary nod, understanding what Dante wanted to say.

Don’t tell Y/N I’ve been sneaking to the neighbors.

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vii. seventh terrace: desire

There’s something about the buzz of alcohol and nicotine that makes Levi confident—- the liquid courage in his veins and the smoke in his lungs clouding his judgement. Perhaps that’s where he finally gets the balls to cross the room, drunken eyes on your equally intoxicated ones, before he pulls you in for a kiss.

The kiss starts slow, with lips just interlocking and lightly testing the waters. But then he feels your tongue make its way inside his mouth and your fingers weave into his hair to tug him closer, and Levi loses the last threads of inhibition he has. His tongue massages yours and one of his arm wraps around your waist, the other comes down to grope and knead your ass. He feels you walk backwards and your hand pulls at his tie, dragging him with you. Suddenly he’s trapping you against a wall, lifting one of your legs up to wrap around his hips so he could grind his crotch into yours.

Levi doesn’t expect his first kiss with you to be like this; messy and full of tongue and spit, full of fingers clawing at clothes and small grunts escaping your lips. He was hoping it’d be more romantic, with warm cheeks and fingers softly intertwining, shy kisses exchanged through little smiles.

But he’s not about to complain—- he’s wanted to be with you for years, and god he loved having you like this. Loved having you all hot and desperate, trapped between his firm chest and the wall. His cock is hard in his pants, and he just about growls when he feels you start to undo his belt, the fly of his pants coming down as you got on your knees and stared up at him with innocent eyes as you pull out his aching boner. There’s a cheeky grin your face when you pump at his length, and your tongue peaks out of your mouth before—

“Levi, are you okay?”

His eyes snap open, and he’s greeted to the sight of your worried face directly above his.

“Fuck!” he yells, and his forehead slams into yours when he flinches away. “Sorry, sorry” he quickly ammends when you yelp in pain.

He’s covered in sweat, he notices. Chest heaving, heart beating a little too loud for his liking, and he silently pulls the blankets over his cum stained boxers when you sit beside him.

God, he was really hoping you wouldn’t notice the fact that he came in his pants like a high schooler. And it was before dream you even got to suck him off. How much more pathetic could he be.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and you nod.

“Yeah, m’fine, it’s just...” your eyes are distracted, staring off into space. Fingers trace his thighs, and you sigh. “You were having a nightmare,”

Levi blinks. “What?”

“You were having a nightmare,” you repeat. “Kept tossing and turning and groaning in your sleep. And you kept making these... funny faces,”

“...right,” he nods. Sure, a nightmare. A nightmare he never wanted to wake up from.

It takes about ten minutes to reassure you that yes, he was fine, don’t mind the way his cheeks are flushed, he was just... shaken up from his nightmare, is all. Then you’re back to bed, sleeping the night away, and twenty minutes later he’s on his way back to bed too; this time with a fresh pair of boxers and a content look on his face, all thanks to him finishing off his fantasies in the communal bathroom during his shower.

The door makes a quiet click when he shuts it behind him, and he freezes when he catches sight of Dante sat up on your bed, tail flicking behind him as he gives Levi a knowing look.

Levi squints his eyes, and he threateningly whispers, “you tell no one.”

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epilogue

The half empty room brings a frown to your face, and all you could do was pout as you sealed up the last of the boxes.

“Why do you have to leave again?” you ask, and Levi turns around as he finishes folding the last of his clothes. He shrugs. “Cats aren’t allowed in the dorms.”

You owed him your entire college career, that much was sure. The RA’s found out about Dante, and Levi had taken the fall to spare you. He wasn’t required to move out since it was only his first strike, but he insisted on doing so so that Dante wouldn’t be alone, saying he already found an apartment nearby and he’ll never hear the end of it from you if he didn’t take Dante with him.

Bullshit. Levi had a soft spot for Dante, you knew that much. He wasn’t doing it for you, he was doing it for himself. Though normally you’d be overjoyed to know that Levi really did secretly like the cat he pretended to hate so much, this time, you were just pissed. You couldn’t believe a fucking cat was stealing away the guy you’ve been in love with since high school. Sure, you were too much of a coward to ask him out, but he was basically your boyfriend already—- the entire campus knew you inadvertently had dibs on each other.

“Yeah but... do you have to leave me alone?”

“I asked you to come with me, and you said no.” He points out. “I still don’t see why when we’ve been roommates since we were freshmen.”

“It’s different off-campus!”

“How?”

“Because it’s like... it’s like we’re moving in together, y’know?” you reply. “And it seemed wrong to move in with you when we’re not even dating.”

“Let’s do it, then.”

“What do you mean?”

He sighs, handing you a spare key to what you could only assume was his new apartment. You glance between him and the key in your hands, and he rolls his eyes when he realizes that you still don’t get it.

“I know we’re doing this backwards since couples don’t typically move in before the first date,” he says before gesturing to Dante. “But we already have a son, and I know you’re his favorite parent. We can share custody until you can move in with me.”

You blink. “What?” Your brain stopped working when Levi referred to you as a couple, and you’re pretty sure your heart stopped beating too. At this point, anything he said went in one ear and out the other. He flicks your forehead.

“Hey— ow! What was that for?”

“You weren’t listening.”

“And you’re being a prick!” you grumble. “It hurts, y’know.”

He scoffs. “What do you want me to do? Kiss it better?” he scoffs.

Your mouth moves faster than your brain, “I’d rather you kiss me.”

Wait. What?

Before you could go back on your words, Levi shrugs. Warm palms gently grab your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his. Your eyes widen and you momentarily freeze, brain definitely not working anymore. He hesitates when you don’t make a move, but then you’re shyly leaning forward, and that was all the confirmation Levi needs.

“If you insist,” he whispers, and suddenly your words die on your tongue when his lips interlock with yours.

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Jealousy Jealousy

yes i named this filth after a olivia rodrigo song and i won’t apologize for it

req by @minhos-foreheadtowel there u go 🌸

Smut

Warnings: jealous sex, facefucking, choking, anal play, a bit of the good ole’ dumbification

at the point of publication this is also unedited bc I’m a working woman who’s also lazy so pls ignore the mistakes as good as you can

Pushing Jacob’s buttons was fun. Other than seeing him get riled up more and more, his demeanor slowly turning into an indicator of what was to be expected from him later being an entertaining game for you, you had wanted to see how far you could push him.

Your boyfriend was soft. Yes, he could be rough and yes he did everything you asked him too, from choking to spanking you to calling you degrading names, but in the way he handled you and in the light in his eyes you could still tell he was soft.

And as much as you loved the man, loved being with him and fucking him, you couldn’t really help being s bit of a cockwhore.

The relationship you had with Jacob was the best you every had. He was better than every man you had dated before him and still you missed little aspects of your admittedly toxic past relationships a bit too much. The being fucked with no care, manhandled, being pushed around to his liking. You missed the pleasurable mix of arousal and humiliation that your boyfriend was apparently just too soft to give you.

Or so you thought.

Making Jacob jealous wasn’t fun for you. But the way it seemed to completely piss him off and bring out a side in him you hadn’t got to see before kind of was.

“Whore”, he spat coldly, roughly fumbling with the sleeves of your dress before finally pulling them down to harshly grope your tits.

“I’ve never met a girl who’d so shamelessly flirt with her boyfriend’s friends at a wedding just to get fucked” He looked down into your wide, glassy fuck-me eyes with a disappointed expression before gripping your shoulders bruisingly, pushing you down into your knees and getting his cock out.

Before you could really protest you were shoved down on him, the air getting knocked from your lungs completely.

Your boyfriend wasn’t abnormally thick, but for what he lacked in girth he made up for in length, making it extraordinarily hard not to constantly choke and gurgle around him as you were carelessly shoved up and down his dick.

Jacob moaned as he pushed you down all the way again, your big glassy eyes looking up at him as the mix of drool and precum running down your chin coated your exposed tits and outline of his cock down your throat, doing it for him. An idea blossomed in his brain.

Just as you were about to get lightheaded, he pulled your mouth off his cock once again, barely letting you breathe before shoving himself all the way in again. Your eyebrows knitted together as his hand closed around your cock-stuffed throat, confusion and hornyness mixing in your hormone flooded brain.

The hand at the back of your head kept holding you there as he leaned forward slightly until your nose was against his abdomen, jerking the cock that was still snugly fit inside of your throat off with the hand on your neck.

The feeling was unpleasant for multiple reasons but you couldn’t help but moan and roll your eyes back at the thought of what he was doing right now. You were nothing than a cocksleeve to him in this very moment, nothing than a warm mouth he could jerk off his cock over.

Jacob let out a mocking laugh.

“I can’t believe how much you’re enjoying this”, he mused. You moaned around him once again, earning a brutal thrust of his now again in action hips that had you coughing and seeing stars for a moment.

As much as he loved seeing you struggling with his cock, he wanted to be inside of you right now.

And so he pulled himself away, out of your mouth, roughly pulling you to stand on your feet again by your hair, and pushing you onto the bed forcefully. You were already fucked out by the abuse your throat had just taken but Jacob didn’t care that much as he quickly pulled the bottom of your tight dress over your ass, not taking his time to adore the huge wet spot on your panties, as he had them pulled down in mere seconds.

“Hmm bitch you want me to fuck you now? Want me to give you what your dumb little cocksucker head has been thinking about all day?” He landed a slap on your ass, expecting a response.

“Please”, was all you could mewl into the pillow before the man behind you thrust his cock into you without warning. You cried out from the stretch, eyes rolling into your scull once again as he started punish fucking your hole.

“God you can’t even answer properly that’s how empty your dumb little brain is”, Jacob laughed. His hand traveled over your ass, moving to tease your other hole a bit before pushing a finger in there, moving it in and out of you at the same pace of his cock. You moaned out and scrambled at that, not expecting him to finger your ass while fucking you.

“I’m gonna cum, whore. You want me to cum in you?”, he asked under his breath, punctuated by a couple of especially rough thrusts that had you screaming into the covers you were clutching on.

“F-fuck, please cum in me. Please please please”

And so he did. He came what felt like oceans into you, simultaneously quickening the pace of his fingers. You shivered and mewled into the sheets, eyes rolling all the way into the back of your skull as you reached your own climax, untouched.

Jacob finally pulled out, staring down at the fucked out mess of a human that was you. Lying there, with his cum seeping out of your hole.

“Never do that shit again, okay? Be lucky I let you cum this time.”

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