#i’m like. halfway drunk now. so it’s good we’re good

[flynnriderishot]

hi love! could you write something about chris being mean (in a joking manner) to the reader always, but only because he doesn’t know how to deal with his real feeling of liking her, then one day, when hes being very mean and ignoring her, he angry confesses.

i hope i explained well, ly!

angry confessions - c.s

a/n: hear me out, okay? i read your request once and ran with it and when i came back to read it again i realized that i may have went a little off your original idea. i’m so sorry 😭 i hope you like it !

chris walked from his bedroom, his blue eyes almost immediately landing on your figure.

yours and chris’ relationship was weird. for starters: you didn’t have one.

you were extremely close with his brothers, doing nearly everything together, but you and chris never really had much of a connection.

he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but watching you and matt or even you and nick made his heart clench in jealousy. he knew that your relationship with them was completely platonic, but it rubbed him the wrong way to see you with anyone but him.

of course, he didn’t plan on telling you that. he couldn’t grasp the thought of having feelings for you. it scared him halfway to death.

you were sat on the couch with matt and nick, the three of you playing some random multiplayer game on your phones.

chris made his way to the kitchen to grab a drink, his footsteps alerting everyone of his presence.

“he’s alive.” nick spoke up.

“shut up.” chris scoffed, opening his pepsi before moving to sit with you guys.

just before he sat down, his hand lifts to playfully swat at the back of your head.

“what the fuck?!” you shouted, standing up as your eyes never once left your phone screen.

matt began to shout out in excitement, “oh! oh! i won!”

“bullshit.”

“why’d you do that?” you turn towards chris, frustration clear in your voice.

“sorry.” he shrugged, knowing there wasn’t much he could do about your loss but at least he had your attention.

you weren’t mad. you were used to chris’ odd behavior towards you. you didn’t know why, but you never questioned it.

you just assumed that’s how he treated every girl he knew.

hell, you’ve seen the way he’d jokingly make fun of madi. while he was a little less aggressive towards her, you thought that maybe it was because she was a lot more sensitive than you.

•••

“what the hell are you doing here?”

you perked up at the sound of his voice, “nick and i are hanging out.”

“again? that’s like the fourth time this week.”

he seemed annoyed at the thought you hanging out with his brother again.

“we’re going to a party. you can come with us if you want?” you suggested, not wanting him to feel left out.

chris furrowed his brows, “no, i’m good. last thing i want to do is be around you.”

your face fell. what the hell is his problem?

before you could respond and question his hostility, nick comes running down stairs,

“you ready to go?”

“yeah, let’s go.” you stood up from your seat, quickly exiting the house with an oblivious nick in tow.

as chris watched you and nick leave, he couldn’t help but silently scold himself.

“what the hell is wrong with me?”

“well for starters, you’re talking to yourself. that might be a sign that you have some problems…”

chris slowly turned towards matt, “shut the fuck up.”

•••

being sober had its perks.

the first being that you wouldn’t be drunk off your ass and wake up with the absolute worst headache ever. but it also meant that you wouldn’t accidentally catch yourself doing anything out of your usual character.

like nick, who was currently conversing with two people you could have sworn he despised.

now, you would have stopped him but you were currently caught up in a conversation with one of the few non intoxicated people at this party.

he was cute, he was nice and (so far) it seemed like his intentions were pure.

so why did you feel so weird speaking to him?

luckily and unlucky for you, your question was about to be answered.

•••

“hurry up!”

chris ignored matt’s words, slamming the passenger door shut as he ran towards the front door of the house that held you, his older brother and apparently his competition.

it took less than a minute for him to find nick. the elder triplet stood out regardless of where he was or what he was doing. so once he found him chris immediately pushed through the group of people that surrounded him and demanded that he went to go meet matt back at the car.

nick gave no protests, commenting how everyone there was lame, much to chris’ luck.

finding you was a little harder but thanks to the video of one of his mutual followers, he was able to find the vase from the video in the house he was in.

despite his mood, chris’ eyes softened slightly at the sight of your bright smile until he realized it wasn’t him that you were smiling at.

approaching you, he didn’t dare give a glance at the boy in front of you,

“we’re leaving. let’s go.”

“woah. what?” you turned in confusion, your y/e/c landing on him. “chris, what are you doing here?”

“let’s go.”

he seemed desperate to leave. you didn’t know why he showed up but you couldn’t help but be concerned.

“okay. let me find nick.”

“he’s in the car.” he said, “let’s go.”

“okay! can you relax?”

“yeah, dude. chill.”

chris’ jaw clenched, “don’t fucking talk to me.”

“chris—”

“can we leave?”

“yes, okay. go.” you ushered him away, quickly turning to the guy you were previously speaking to, “i’m so sorry.”

•••

“are you good?” you asked chris the second you exited the loud house.

“no, i’m not. why were you talking to him?”

“i was making a friend, chris.” you chuckled awkwardly.

“a friend? didn’t seem like that to me. i mean, you’re in the back of someone’s instagram story laughing your ass off like he’s the funniest person alive. what’s that about?”

you’ve never been so confused in your life. just a few hours ago, he was telling you how he wanted nothing to do with you. and now he was getting upset because you were talking to someone? it made no sense.

“chris—“

“i don’t want talking to him anymore.”

“excuse me?”

it seemed as though chris realized how ridiculous his request was but didn’t speak on it.

“where do you get off on telling me what to do? who the hell do you think you are?”

he didn’t say anything.

“you didn’t give a shit about me or what i had going on literally four hours ago and now you suddenly care? why?”

“because—” he stopped himself.

“because? because what, chris? please enlighten me. because gods knows i deserve to understand your reasoning for treating me like shit for the last two years i’ve known you!”

“because i love you!”

you let out a breath, “what?”

“because- because i don’t want to see you with anyone else. because i want to be the person you’re happy with and the person you hate and the person you think about every second of everyday.” he rambled out, “because that’s what you are for me and god, yn, it’s so frustrating having to see you everyday and not have single idea how to tell you how i feel.”

chris was nearly shouting at this point, but he didn’t care. he was finally getting everything off his chest.

“i treated you like shit because having you simply look at me, even if it was in anger or disgust was the highlight of my day. i’ll admit it wasn’t the best idea i’ve ever had but i didn’t care because at least i had your attention.”

“why didn’t you say anything before?“ was the first thing you asked when he finished.

“i didn’t think you’d care.” he scoffed, “i’ve heard your conversations with nick about your celebrity crushes, i know i’m not your type.”

you couldn’t stop the chuckle that fell from you lips, “thats a celebrity crush, chris. i’m never going to meet or see any of those people ever. that means nothing to me.”

he watched you step closer to him.

“a simple ‘i like you’ would have done you wonders. you didn’t have to make matt drive thirty minutes to tell me how you feel.”

he inhaled sharply, his words caught up in his throat as your hand made contact with his cheek.

“if it makes you feel any better…i’m glad you told me how you feel.”

“yeah?”

you nodded, a breathy chuckle leaving your lips, “yeah.”

his eyes darted back and forth between yours, while you focused on his lips.

“can i kiss you, chris?”

“please.”

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo

[sometimesanalice]

Like I Can (Part 1)

Summary: After yet another bad date and tired of swiping on apps, the Dagger Squad steps in to help you out by setting you up on a series of blind dates. Much to Rooster’s dismay.

Warnings: fuff, slight angst. Minors DNI

Length: 3.2K

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw X Female Reader

Part 2

(We’re kicking of Valentine’s Day a bit early❣️ Enjoy!)

“I’m all for growing the sport, but Brady buying an MLP team is ruining the integrity of the league. He may be the GOAT of football, but he has nothing on Ben John’s world-class pickleball game,” your date Max passionately states from his spot across from you at the Italian place he had recommended.

Or was his name Mac?

He’d already told you all about the CRBN paddle drama. At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if he had already prepared a PowerPoint presentation on the topic complete with transitions and color-coded charts. He seems the type.

And he had yet to ask you a single question about yourself all evening.

You can tell he is gearing up for the next part of his rant, when your phone lights up on the table, the ringer on higher than you realized.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I thought I had this on silent. It’s my mom, I should probably take this,” you apologize to him, your phone already halfway raised to your ear.

“Hey, kid, how’s it going?”

“Hi Mom, I’m with someone right now. Is everything ok?” You let a little worry tinge the tone of your voice.

“Seriously?” Rooster drolly rasps on the other end of the line, “Are we actually doing this?”

“Oh no! Is she alright?” You wouldn’t consider yourself actress, but you think you’re really selling the performance with the way you widen your eyes and how you make your voice go a little tighter and higher.

“Yup, seems like we’re really doing this. What’s it this time, kid? Did grandma slip on a banana peel and then get run over by a reindeer?” You can practically feel his eyes rolling as he begrudgingly goes along with you.

“Oh my goodness, that sounds serious! How would that even happen?” you ask, shaking your head in in faux shock determined to really sell the act.

“Is everything ok?” Max-Mac whispers to you from across the table. 

His profile didn’t raise any red flags when you’d swiped on him. If anything, he’d seemed a bit more of the beige flag type. Your chats had been fine, he seemed fine, so why not meet up for a date?

What you didn’t realize until it was too late was that “Sports Enthusiast” actually translated to “Pickleball Fanatic”.

“Hold on, Mom,” you hear Rooster scoff as you pull the phone away from your ear. “I’m so sorry, there’s been a family emergency. It’s my grandmother. I really need to go,” you announce to Mac-Max grabbing your purse from the back of the chair. “Thank you so much for understanding. And good luck at your pickleball tournament!” you call back to him as you hustle towards the front door.

“I take it you’ve made your escape?” You can hear the humor in his voice, your antics are nothing new to him.

“Oh my god, was that seriously only thirty minutes? He wouldn’t stop talking about pickleball, Rooster. Anytime I tried to change the subject, he found a way to circle right back to it!” You tell him as you attempt to dig your keys out from where they were buried in your bag. “And then, he pulled up the leg of his jeans and said, I kid you not: ‘Don’t worry, this isn’t an ankle monitor, I’m just wearing my ankle weights.’ Who does that?”

“Just come to the Hard Deck. You should have canceled like I told you to in the first place. Bob and Coyote got back the other day, so everyone’s here. Well, almost everyone,” he says pointedly. “We’re more fun anyways. And Hangman has been harassing me about you, something about your fluke of a win?”

You’d kicked Jake’s ass the last time you played darts with him. Although in his defense, he had been pretty drunk that night and it was a less than fair game since Phoenix would distract him while Fanboy moved your darts on the board.

You wouldn’t be challenging him to a rematch anytime soon. Not unless the odds were in your favor, it was better to keep him on his toes and his ego in check.

Thankful for the princess parking you managed to snag when you first arrived, you unlock your car and toss your bag into the passenger seat before climbing in. Breathing out a sigh of relief to be done with Mac-Max once inside.

“You back in your car yet?” Rooster asked. He was such a worrier, but you can’t say it bothered you. You liked knowing he cared.

“Yeah, just got in.”

“Ok good, see you in a few. Drive safe, kid.”

Thirty minutes later Natasha was sliding a cold, frothy pint in front of you with a sympathetic look.

It wasn’t too busy at the Hard Deck yet, but it was still early in the evening. You knew it would pick up soon, and before long Penny would be ringing her bell on some rowdy unsuspecting customer.

“Ankle weights?” She asked, trying and failing to keep from laughing at your expense.

“Seriously, Rooster?” you shoot a glare in his direction, “Where’s the loyalty?”

“What? She was right there when I called you. A request that was your idea, if you remember,” he said as he walked up to you, squeezing your shoulder before sliding his arm around you in greeting. “Plus, it’s not like you don’t already tell Phoenix about all your escapades. You really know how to pick ‘em, kid.”

You’ve known Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw since before you had braces back when you were still wearing your hair in two braids. Your moms had been on the school PTA together at the time and had hit it off immediately.

He hadn’t been too happy about being forced to hang out with the kid who was couple years younger than him, especially one who was so clearly enamored with the cute older boy. While you’d outgrown that phase, for the most part, somethings stuck- like the nickname. 

And over the years you’d formed your own bond outside of the forced proximity of your mothers’ friendship.

He’d taught you how to throw a punch, the different ways to pitch a baseball, and to drive a stick shift. You’d taught him how to whistle with his fingers, to play Nerts, and to tie a tie (after asking your dad to teach you).

The give and take was easy with him, you both showed up for the other.

You were there the night he drunkenly fell through the glass patio door at Jason Cameron’s homecoming party. As one of the only sober people there since he wouldn’t let you drink, or let anyone else give you alcohol for that matter, you were the one to take him to the ER. “Don’t worry, kid,” he had slurred, pressing the Washington High t-shirt that you’d found in your trunk to his face to stop the bleeding, “Looks s’worse than it feels.” And you were the one to stay with him as he was stitched up. The evidence of that night still unmistakable on his face.

He was there for you when your parents had sat you down and told you they were getting a divorce. A hurricane of angst and grief, you hadn’t left your room for anything other than school for over a week when he’d let himself in your room one afternoon. Rubbing small circles on your back as he’d let you cry for a bit, he didn’t even tease you about the stains you’d left behind on his shirt. And then he’d herded you into his crappy car and drove you to the slightly sketchy amusement park an hour away with the Tilt-A-Whirl and the giant corndogs. And when he’d told you “It’s going to be ok, kid” on the ride back home, you believed him.

You had been there for him when his mom passed, and all during that dark period after when he was set on self-destruction after his fallout with Maverick. While he had tried to push everyone away, you were always the type to hold on tightly to the people that mattered.

And then life had sent you on different directions. First when he went to college and then when you did. Next for him the Navy, and then you with your own career, both of you always in motion. You two shared a connection the way people with a long history do, the kind where you could go months without talking but knowing the other person is always right there if you need them. Your camaraderie sustained by texts, email, and the occasional FaceTime.

A long-distance friendship for over a decade.

So when your boss had approached you about a promotion that was dependent on you relocating to the West Coast, you thanked whatever kismet in the universe had you packing for San Diego where he was permanently stationed.

The break up with your boyfriend at the time was entirely too amicable considering how long you had been together. He was nice, the sex was nice, your life together was nice. You had all but signed the paperwork for your promotion when you told him, but he didn’t see himself as a west-coaster and you couldn’t envision yourself as anything but. Whether you had stayed together all that time out of convenience or complacency, you still couldn’t say.

It was easy to fall back into the comfort of your friendship with Rooster. Although the lanky teen you had known was replaced with a mustache sporting well-built man courtesy of the Navy. One that had left you feeling confusingly flustered on more than one occasion, and forced to cycle through your mental highlight reel of embarrassing teen Rooster moments to keep from your mind from wandering.

He’d helped you find your apartment, taught you about avoiding the 15 Northbound, and showed you where the best place in town to get tacos was. The transition was made easy with him by your side as he introduced you to his team members who quickly folded you into their group as one of their own.

That was a little over a year ago. You liked this new life of yours in San Diego.

And while the dating pool of men you could swipe through was much larger, well, some things never changed.

“You don’t get it, Rooster. You’re surrounded by absurdly hot Naval eye candy all day,” you complained gesturing to Natasha, she raised her beer to you as thanks in response. “While you’re getting women throwing themselves at you because of the gold wings, I’m fighting for my life on these stupid apps where all the men on there are posing with fish. It’s brutal!”

You’d need to officially call things off with Max-Mac later, thinking to yourself how glad you were that you never gave him your real number, and instead signing up for a Google voice number. You were just not cut out for the competitive pickleball lifestyle.

“Bradshaw, why don’t you set her up? It’s not like we don’t know enough people who would be better options than these fish men,” Natasha asked, like it was the most logical thing in the world, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, Bradshaw. Tell Nat your super logical reasons for leaving your longtime friend to fend for herself.” You knew where this was heading, so you took a long swig of the beer Phoenix had brought you.

“Seriously, not this again.” His arm that was around you was removed in favor for pinching the bridge of his nose and looking up to the ceiling like it would spare him from the conversation.

“You started it, now tell her.”

“I need another damn drink if we’re going to do this,” Rooster mumbled.

“Me too,” chimed Natasha, clearly reveling in his misery.

“Make that three. I need to catch up.” You hadn’t even stuck around long enough to get a drink at the restaurant, and now you were ready to let loose a bit.

He grunts out some unintelligible thing and then stalks off to the bar shaking his head.

“I’m an upstanding citizen, I pay my taxes, I make a mean peanut butter brownie, and I always drive him around when the Bronco is in the shop for a tune up. It’s literally the least he could do,” you say to Phoenix as you watch him chat with Penny as she works to grab the fresh bottles.

“Oh, so this is thing,” Natasha says decidedly when she eyes the six beers he’s carrying back to the table, three bottles held by the neck in each of his large hands. His classic Hawaiian shirt fluttering with every step, your eyes briefly drifting down to his defined waist.

“Sure is,” you confirm, drawing out the word. Downing the rest of the beer from your pint glass before reaching for one of the new bottles Rooster was divvying out amongst your trio, “I’ve never asked him for anything-”

“That is a boldfaced lie. And you know it,” he cuts in, as he hands you a granola bar from his pocket, that he must have snagged from Penny. “You definitely asked me to set you up with Kyle Cooke from my baseball team in high school. I didn’t do it then, and I’m not doing it now,” he declared, pointing at you with an accusatory finger to further drive the statement home.

“Reasons being?” Natasha wheedled, a mischievous smirk on her face. You could tell she was eating this up, there were two things Natasha Trace loved most in this world: juicy gossip and giving Rooster a hard time.  

Ever the showman, he dramatically lifts up a finger, “First of all, everyone I know is an asshole.”

“I am offended on Bob’s behalf,” you countered, unwrapping the bar and taking a bite, annoyed. Hangman might fit the description, but certainly not Bob.

“Two,” he continues on, raising a second finger, and ignoring you completely as if you hadn’t just made a very valid point, “Let’s say I set you with a friend and then you end up hating them. Then you’ll judge me for being friends with them, we’ll argue, and eventually we won’t be friends anymore. Or even worse, I set you up with someone, you hit it off and date for a while. What happens when you break up? I’m left having to pick sides and walk on eggshells around you guys about the other person.”

“God, you’re such a overthinker. That all sounds totally rational, you drama queen,” you look to Phoenix for agreement, but she’s busy typing out a text message on her phone.

“And three, it’s messy as fuck. And I don’t need to hear about your trophy of a one-night stand.”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes, “That was one time! It wasn’t a trophy it was a gold medal.”

“Wait, what?” Confusion coloring Natasha’s features. 

“One time this guy gave me one of those plastic gold medal things on a lanyard, kind of like the ones they give out at kids soccer games, after we hooked up. I mean, kicked him out right away, but I did keep the medal. It was a good confidence boost,” you shrug.  It wasn’t exactly a high point moment for you.

After that encounter you’d definitely started scrutinizing every profile a bit harder before swiping right, or at least you thought you had been. In your defense, at least Max-Mac’s profile didn’t have a fish photo, but the bar was still clearly on the ground.

“I knew you when you wore those shirts with that big mouthed monkey on them. And that’s the kind of shit I don’t need to know about. I don’t wanna be involved. Not gonna happen, kid,” his declaration resolute.

“Well, that sure is something, Bradshaw,” Natasha states, giving him a curious look.

“What are y’all over here discussing so intently,” Hangman questions as he saddles up to your little group, tucking his phone into his pocket. 

“We were just getting into the finer details of the kid’s dating life and how I am going to fix it by setting her up with this great guy I know,” she pronounces, looking all too pleased with herself. A truly self-satisfied grin gracing her face.

Natasha Trace was probably the most bad ass person you’ve ever met, so the idea of her setting you up with someone had you sitting up straighter on the stool you were seated on, “Really?”

“Who?” Rooster demands, frowning at her.

“Yeah, I mean Bradshaw clearly has his convictions, and I respect that. However, I’m an excellent wing-woman. Seriously, I don’t know why I haven’t thought about introducing you guys before. You two would be perfect together.”

Hangman never one to miss an opportunity to rile up Rooster is quick to jump in, “Just because you fly in a two-seater doesn’t make you a good wing-woman, Phoenix. However, now that you mention it, I have a buddy who might knock your socks off. Unless you’d rather just knock boots, I’m sure he’d be up for whatever you wanted,” he shooting you a wink. “I think I’ll toss my name in the ring here too. After all, I’m very good.”

“You want to make it a bet, Bagman?” Her accent always got a little more pronounced when she went toe to toe with him.

“What’re you thinkin’, Darlin’?” he drawls suggestively with a sharp smile. That ever-present toothpick being rolled in his mouth from side to side.

“You guys are not going to be making bets around the kid’s love life,” Rooster snaps.

“The big dogs are talking, Bradshaw,” Hangman taunts as he waves him off.  

“$50 entry? The dates happen here and at the end the kid picks which date was the best. Winner takes all?” You can see the competitive gleam in her eye.

“Alright, alright. Works for me, Phoenix. I can’t wait to take your money.”

“The hell you are,” Rooster barks, still trying to regain control of the quickly spiraling situation.

Well, this had certainly taken a turn.

You find yourself reaching for your third beer of the night.

And you’re even more surprised when Hangman hollers for the rest of the team to join, and before you know it your dating life takes centerstage as the subject of the bet between the group of competitive naval aviators. Many of the others deciding to join in, never ones to shy away from a bit of rivalry.  

“What do you say? You up for it?” Natasha asks, wanting to make sure you were still on board now that her original offer had taken on a life of its own.

You look over and see Rooster looking at you like you’d be crazy to get involved in their kind of chaos. You know he can already tell what your answer will be.

“Why not?” you agree cheerily as he groans into his beer.

At least you would be spared from swiping for a while. It’s what you deserve, you are an upstanding citizen after all.

Get ready for some dates! Part 2

Written as part of @roosterforme’s #Love Is In The Air TGM Fic Challenge! 

Song Inspiration Sam Smith’s “Like I Can”.

Thank you Jordan (@gretagerwigsmuse) for letting me bounce ideas off of you!

Edit: I’ve started a tag list for Part 2! Just let me know if you’d like to be added!

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #rooster x reader #rooster x female reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #love is in the air tgm #like i can tgm

[ellethespaceunicorn]

The Howling of Claw Creek Forest, Chapter One

Chapter One: Hide and Seek 

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI 

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader 

Word Count: 2.7K 

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true. 

Chapter Summary: After a curfew is set in place, you and your best friend sneak out past the town border for a drunken game of hide and seek. What could go wrong? 

Warnings: drinking, peril, mention of blood 

A/N: A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this.  

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Cover Art by me 

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“C’mon, girl. You need to get out of the house for more than just work and the coffee shop. Look, we’ll even stay in town. Just please don’t make me stay in and watch The Great British Bake Off again. Paul Hollywood’s eyes still haunt my dreams.” Your best friend drapes herself against the couch in a dramatic show of boredom. 

“Liv, you’re the one that agreed to wine and TV. So, what? You wanna hit the bar now?” You guess, sitting on the arm of the couch. 

“Yuck. No way. I was thinking of something much more exciting. But you gotta agree to it before we go. That’s the deal.” She props her head up on her fists, while she lays on her stomach, letting her feet swing in the air back and forth. As innocent as she looks, you knew better. 

But then again, you could always go for a little adventure.  

And that is how you ended up in a clearing in Claw Creek Forest with Olivia, a heart full of optimism, and a six-pack of Jack Daniels Watermelon Punch. By the time you are halfway done with your second bottle, the sounds of the night are almost calming. Crickets are chirping, owls are hooting, and leaves are rustling in the light wind that tickles your neck. 

You’re downing the rest of your drink and looking up into the sky when Liv suddenly stands up with a look that can only mean one thing. She’s got a terrible idea that she thinks is genius. 

You decide to stop her before she even starts, “Girl, whatever idea just popped into your head after two wine coolers is not gonna be as brilliant as you think it is. Just say it so I can turn it down.” You twist off the top of your third bottle and look up at the defeated face of your best friend. 

“Damn, way to try and spoil all the fun. I just wanted to have a chugging contest.” She sits down on the fallen log next to you and grabs the last bottle from the cardboard pack. She twists off the top and you nudge her with your elbow before winking at her. 

You smile at each other before bringing your bottles to your lips. The rush of the bubbly drinks makes you both stop every few sips to breathe and burp a little. But in the end, you finish your bottle first and shoot up off the log to slam down your empty bottle. 

The moment you are upright, the blood rushes to your head and you instantly feel ten times more drunk. A few seconds later, you feel like you even out and you can hear Liv’s laughing as she falls backward off the log and her drink goes flying. You crumple to the ground, laughing your ass off, until she pops up over the log with a small scowl on her face. 

“Oh, you think that’s funny, huh?” She stands up and brushes off her pants before picking up her now empty bottle along with yours. Her little attitude is adorable, but you don’t dare say that. As she walks past you, she doesn’t look at you. 

“Olivia, don’t be like that. Come on, girl. We’re having a good time! I don’t want it to end. Please?” You’re not too proud to beg, and she’s not the only one who can pout charmingly. 

When she turns around, the first thing she does is look at your pout and scoff, “OK, fine. But I’m only staying if we play a game of hide and seek. It’s spooky season, after all. Well, technically, in my head it’s always spooky season, but you get it.”  

“You wanna play hide and seek...in the woods...in the dead of night...drunk?” You hoped there was enough moonlight so that she could see the incredulous look on your face. 

Wiggling her eyebrows, Liv bites her bottom lip and says, “All of those things together are so perfect. We’re drunk. It’s nighttime. Spoo-ooky woods all around. Come on, babe, the kid versions of us would be so proud to say we weren’t too scared to play hide and seek as adults with barely any wits about us.” As soon as she finishes speaking, the cutest little hiccup escapes her, and you can’t help but laugh and shake your head. 

“Fine! But I’m hiding first. Count to 30 so my drunk ass can find a good spot around here. And don’t cheat, Liv!” You direct her to face a tree and cover her eyes so she cannot sneak a peek at where you are going. You also make her count loudly so that she can barely hear your footsteps crunching over the leaves. 

Even drunk, you are surprised you can think of all that. You back up slowly, turning around to run in a full sprint in the opposite direction. When the tree cover blocks out the light of the moon, you slow down and pull out your phone to use the flashlight to light up your way. 

You don’t know if you got very far in 30 seconds or if Liv just stopped counting, but you can’t hear her anymore. You turn off your flashlight so she can’t use that to find you. You tip-toe forward in case she has gotten closer to you. You find a tree with large roots above ground and decide to try and hide in the little alcove it is shaped into. 

But something catches your eye. At first, you think someone is shining a flashlight or something a bit away from you. But flashlights don’t usually blink, do they? But if you can remember correctly, you’ve seen those glowing yellow eyes before.  

And now they were slowly moving toward you. The glow of the moon illuminated dark fur covering pointed ears and a muzzle that only hid its teeth for a moment. As those fangs came into view, a billow of hot breath turned into a smoke cloud in the frigid night air. The sudden huff of the beast made you realize you weren’t moving. You were standing stock-still while an imposing wolf thought about making you into its dinner.  

Turning on a dime, you begin to run further into the forest. Not looking where you were going, you didn’t see the pile of rocks in your path. Your right foot slips, and you fall face-first onto the unyielding ground. You grunt as your head connects with a sharp stone. Your head starts to swim as you try to lift yourself to continue running, another huff directly behind you scares you enough to flip over onto your back.  

Ringing starts in your ears, and you suddenly feel light-headed. You start to hyperventilate as the wolf comes closer. As tunnel vision closes in, you think you hear it whine softly. The last thing you feel is a wet snout against your temple and then nothingness. 

What was once the sensation of cold wetness is replaced by warmth as you start to regain consciousness. You reach a hand up to your forehead and feel a wet cloth being pressed against your temple. When your hand touches what is holding it there, your eyes shoot open, and you try and scuttle away.  

A firm hand grips your shoulder, and you find it hard to move. Turning your head slowly, you first look at the hand that holds you down. Thick fingers clutch your joint tightly, and the connected veiny forearm is covered in a smattering of dark chocolate hair. Even under an old woolen sweater, you can see the outline of a sizable bicep. The broad chest breathing heavily under that sweater triggers the onset of hyperventilation until the hand that was holding your shoulder moves away. 

When a warm palm touches your jaw, your eyes threaten to close. But when a thumb brushes your cheek, you finally lock eyes with...an angel? 

You can’t tell if the dimly lit room you are in is fuzzy or if you have a concussion. But if you were a betting person, your money would be on head trauma. Because there was no way he positioned himself in front of a light to have a slight glow about him. Maybe that just works like that? 

Deep cocoa brown curls are about ear-length on his head, but a few unruly strands are hanging above his slightly raised brow. Concerned aquamarine eyes with a touch of brown in the left iris aren’t enough to hide the growing bags under them. A strong nose sits in the center of his face. And a small, yet inviting, mouth is outlined by a dark beard speckled with a few greys here and there. 

“...best you lie back down.” The stranger speaks and you only catch the last bit of it because you were looking at his pretty face. 

“I...,” You start, your hoarse voice causing you to clear your throat, “I’m sorry, what did you say?” 

“I said, it’s probably best you lie back down. You’ve got quite a lump on your head. If I hadn’t found you when I did, who knows what could have happened?” With one hand grabbing for the warm compress, his other hand guides you back down to lay your head on a soft pillow. 

“Found me? Was there a wolf near me? He was huge and he chased after me and then I slipped and hit my head. And where am I? Where are we right now? Who are you? I need to get back to my friend.” Your words exit your mouth hastily as if you are in a rush to get the hell out of...wherever this is. 

“Try and stay calm. Yes, I found you not far from the trail. I didn’t see a wolf anywhere, though,” He pauses quickly, but picks right back up where he left off, “Ehm, my name is Walter. Walter Marshall. We’re in my cabin, just outside of Claw Creek. I didn’t see your friend anywhere but, as soon as this swelling goes down a bit, I can take you into town.” Walter speaks clearly and smoothly, his voice is dark yet pacifying, but it’s obvious that he doesn’t enjoy talking.  

“I guess I should give you my name,” You rattle off your name, and Walter nods, “I’d like to say it’s nice to meet you, Walter. But considering the circumstances of our meeting, this could have gone a lot differently. Not the way I hoped to end the night.” You laugh, mostly to yourself. 

“I should hope not. When I found you, you were still bleeding a bit. I was able to stitch you up and get you cleaned up. But I’d probably go and see a doctor first thing in the morning.” Walter suggests in a strong tone. 

“Thank you, Walter. I hate to think what would’ve happened to me had you not shown up when you did.” Your bottom lip quivers as you think the worst. 

“Hey. You’re stronger than you think. And the swelling has gone down some. Why don’t we get you back to town where you can get more rest?” Walter pats your shoulder and gets up from the chair he was sitting in. 

Your eyes follow him as he moves about the cabin. You realize that you hadn’t looked around before, so focused on him previously. It’s a nice, cozy place. Full of warm, rich colors and various little knickknacks on shelves. It lacks a woman’s touch, so to speak, what with all the antlers and not enough candles to cover the smell of a man. However, it suits the man who lives here. 

Grabbing a set of keys, Walter comes back to where you lay on the couch in the center of the room. He gently and slowly helps you up and off the soft furniture and guides you to his truck parked outside. He helps you into the passenger side, shutting the door when you’re seated, and walks around the front to get in the driver’s side. Turning the key in the ignition, the truck rumbles to life and you are on your way home. 

You’re rubbing your hands together and shoving them into your coat pockets before Walter gets the hint to turn on the heat. It’s only a couple of minutes before it is warm enough to be comfortable.  

The drive down the tree-lined road is mostly silent, save for the low music playing on the radio. Walter points out where he found you and you almost can’t believe you made it that far on foot when you reach the edge of town. But you were drunkenly competitive, so you had your eyes on the prize. 

Once you make it to town, you pass a curfew checkpoint and Walter supplies the officer with a story about how you two lost track of time while out of town. You thank him for the cover and direct him to stop at Olivia’s house to make sure she got home safely. Of course, you told him it was your place, and that Liv was your roommate. 

As handsome as he was, serial killers come in all shapes and sizes and no way were you giving this man your actual address. You’d apologize to Liv later. 

Once he stopped outside of her house, you went to unbuckle yourself and thank Walter for all his help. Protocol for this type of situation eluded you, so when you went for the door handle, you weren’t expecting his voice to stop you. 

“Do me a favor and be careful from now on. No more late-night drinking in the forest. It can be a dangerous place." His calm smile brings out the most adorable dimples and you resist the urge to poke them. 

“I promise. Scout’s honor. No more drunk forest parties. Thank you again for everything.” You place your hand on his arm and squeeze before exiting the truck and waving as you walk up the pathway to Liv’s house. 

The light on the porch turns on and your best friend rushes out and hugs you tightly, bringing you in from the cold as Walter drives off into the night. Once you are in the warmth of her home, she takes your coat and prepares you a cup of tea. She asks who brought you home and you tell her about your ordeal. 

When she asked if he was cute, you shouldn’t have been surprised but you still giggled bashfully. She also playfully swats you when you mention that you didn’t get his number. But that’s fine because at least you have his name.  

Once she deems you safe enough to be on your own, she drives you the few streets over to your home and has you promise to call her in the morning. You take off your boots at the door, remove your coat, and start to sling it over the back of one of your dining room chairs. As you look closer at your coat, you make a note to take it to the cleaners tomorrow. 

You survey the coat for any damage to the fabric and thankfully it just looks a bit dirty. You begin to wipe it with your hand and notice that it’s not all dirt on the coat. You can’t be sure, but if you had to guess what was on the sleeve and collar of the coat, you would say it was dog hair. 

Coarse, short dark-colored hairs that when you hold them under a lamp look to be an inky brown. You try and stop yourself from jumping to conclusions, but it is almost impossible not to do that very thing. If these truly were what you thought they were, that means that you didn’t hallucinate that giant wolf. He was there with you, and he didn’t eat you. 

You decided to get to the bottom of this. You’d schedule a check-up with your doctor in the morning. And after that, you would go back into the woods.  

In search of the wolf? Possibly. In search of the truth? Definitely. 

There was only one place to start. At Walter Marshall’s front door. 

To be continued... 

A/N: Walter is finally in the story!! Yay. I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

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Reginald who? (ER) - A Gwynriel One-Shot for Gwynrielweeks2024

thread: Gwyn finds a way for Azriel to let go of his gentle bedside manner by comparing him to her favorite male book character – slightly drunk Azriel cannot let that slide and a challenge ensures.

Post for the NSFW day ;) @gwynrielweeksofficial

word count: 5.1k

warnings: swearing, crude language, oral (f receiving), cum play, anal play, p in v sex

Reginald growled with pleasure as he beheld the stunning beauty that was Jasmine. He itched to explore every inch of her, his hands already reaching out to skim over her abdomen and her breasts.

After what felt like three hundred years, the book finally got to the good part. Gwyn giggled to herself, sinking deeper into the cushions and preparing for what was about to come. Or rather, who was about to come.

He laid her down with reverence, observing how her chest heaved with excitement. There was only one place he wanted to be right now, and that was between her supple thighs.

Gwyn read on with wide eyes, wishing for Azriel to be near with each line passing. The male main character was so smooth, so absolutely devoted to his Jasmine it was swoon worthy. And the priestess would lie if she said his words and actions didn’t have another effect on her. She shifted in her seat, trying to get some of the pressure off as she continued devouring page after page. If this author did one thing right, it was her attention to detail.

Reginald wasn’t done with her just yet, bending his head another time to gently lap at her, cleaning her arousal with his tongue and moaning like he tasted liquid ambrosia.

Her daydream was rudely and suddenly interrupted by a loud bang, and Gwyn’s well-deserved one-on-one time with Reginald came to a stuttering end.

She jumped out of bed, more than ready to fight or run, whatever seemed like the smartest thing to do, but as she was halfway across the room, the banging was accompanied by shouting – and with a breathy laugh, Gwyn relaxed.

“Ehhhhh”, that seemed to be Cassian’s rough voice echoing off the hall, “Ladies, we’re hoooooome!”

Another bang sounded suspiciously like the vase next to the staircase shattered into a million pieces, followed by colorful swearing. This time from another voice. Were they drunk?

“Really subtle, Cass. I think they heard us anyways.”, Azriel deadpanned. He sounded pretty normal, enunciating his words carefully. Maybe a bit too carefully.

Cassian laughed, a booming sound that might have woken up the priestesses in the library too. “True. And if they went to Rita’s with US, like we ASKED them to, they could be in on the FUN now.”

He then began singing.

Yes, definitely drunk.

Honestly, it wasn’t completely off tune and had a kind of charm to it. Azriel’s laughter told another story though, and Gwyn could only guess Cassian’s performance got enhanced through some dance moves.

“Boys!”

And that would be Nesta. Gwyn snickered to herself, letting her book come to rest on the bed again before finding the bathroom. Let Nesta deal with them. When the boys did something stupid, Gwyn would usually cave as soon as they gave her the puppy eyes. That strategy was lost with her best friend, though, and as Gwyn closed the bathroom door, she could already make out Nesta ripping into them.

The priestess the proceeded to complete her evening routine, using the toilet, washing her face, teeth and applying a generous amount of moisturizer. Training every morning in the crisp, cold autumn air left her skin dry as a desert, so she took extra care of it at night. Her river nymph heritage didn’t help the situation either as it demanded constant maintenance.

Once she was all done, skin gleaming with product, she returned to the bedroom.

“So that’s what you get up to when I’m not at home to supervise.”

Sprawled on her bed, with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face, was her beloved. Only that he was not so beloved anymore as he skimmed through her book and snickered to himself.

“Azriel!”, she gasped, lunging forward in order to snatch the book away from him. But the bastard was quicker, sitting up and putting the bed between them. His eyes never strayed from the lines as he read and read.

“What kind of name is Reginald? And how many pages can this person fill with just giving head?”, he murmured, even his shadows peeking over his shoulder to get a good look.

Gwyn’s cheeks warmed in embarrassment at his crass words. Why were romance novels completely acceptable when you read them alone, yet as soon as another person asked you about it they became a criminal offence?

She rounded the bed, trying again to grab the book, but he simply lifted it over his head. The priestess was seething.

“Azriel Shadowsinger, you give me back my book this instant!”, with her hands put on her hips, she craned her neck to look up at him, trying her best to be intimidating. ‘Looking down her nose at someone’ just like the main character of the last book she read, however that was possible. But she gave it her best shot nonetheless.

Azriel cupped her cheek with his unoccupied hand, his face now relaxed. “Gwyneth, stop it. You are too cute.”

She wanted to wipe that indulgent smile off his face desperately.

So, with her best acting, she made her eyes focus on the candle behind Az, gasping in horror and pointing. It might not have worked on him most days but his slightly delayed reaction spoke volumes about how much he really had to drink. He whipped around to the invisible threat, and as soon as his hand was within reach, Gwyn snagged the book with a triumphant laugh.

She quickly leaped away from him, pressing the book against her chest protectively.

Azriel just chuckled to himself. “Please don’t tell Cassian about that. Or anyone, really.” His eyes found hers through the dim light, slowly trailing over her face, hair and exposed legs. “You got me, Berdara.”

With only a few measured steps, he stood before her. Gwyn tightened her grip on the book just in case, but Azriel seemed to have lost interest in that. Instead, his fingers gently traced her jawline and lips.

“I’ve missed you.”, he murmured, his other hand coming to squeeze her waist. Gwyn’s breath hitched as she beheld the hunger in his gaze, the slow smile he showed her. He looked so handsome tonight with his midnight black tunic that he rolled up at the sleeves, putting his tattoos on show.

Gwyn should have been jealous that the whole of Velaris got to see him like this tonight. That he likely had to turn down a lot of invitations to peoples’ beds. But the way he looked at her made her think he didn’t care about that at all. Like he only really needed on female by his side.

“I’m sorry I didn’t go out with you.”, she said softly, swallowing down the guilt at not yet being able to cope with the masses of people a night club usually held, “But I take it you had a good time nonetheless?”

Azriel snorted, his hand now slowly exploring her neck and collarbones. “It was good, yes. You’d have enjoyed the music, I think. But it got quite crammed towards the end.”

He placed a soft kiss to her neck, pulling her even closer so she had to let go of the book and throw it on the armchair. Azriel didn’t really seem to care for their conversation right now, his lips not deviating from their mission to make Gwyn squirm.

She was already so riled up from that damned book, it didn’t take long for Azriel’s ministrations to elicit a soft moan. The Shadowsinger soaked up the noise, letting his lips finally find hers. The kiss was gentle, yet it promised something more. Gwyn could taste the bourbon on his tongue as it caressed hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

Azriel’s muscular frame began to crowd her, forcing her to walk back a few steps, until her back met the wall. His kiss changed as soon as he had her caged in, completely at his mercy. It got more demanding, deeper, his hands now both running up and down her sides and disheveling her pajamas until he found a piece of bare skin he could claim for himself.

This was different than before. Usually Azriel was slower, more gentle as they made love, and Gwyn had argued with herself for some time now how to best ask him to… well, just fuck her. Because Cauldron boil her, that’s what she wanted.

And apparently, that’s what she was getting tonight. She could feel herself getting wet for him as he pressed his own arousal to her hip, showing her exactly what this situation did to him too.

“Az”, she whispered in a plea as he let go of her mouth, instead pushing up her top and bending down to welcome every inch of skin revealed with open-mouthed kisses. She’d never get used to it, being naked in front of him and feeling his lips on usually hidden areas. It made her spine tingle with excitement.

“Mh?”, he looked up for a second, his eyes wild with barely reigned-in arousal. “Sorry, should I slow down?”

Gwyn let out a stuttering breath, her hands finding his inky black hair to run through. “No, this is perfect. This is what I want.” A little pull on his roots drove the point home, hopefully.

The Shadowsinger growled – actually growled – and continued his assault on her stomach and waist, squeezing her tighter. She’d never seen him so lost in the moment, not constantly fighting for control over himself. And it made her own heart beat faster in her chest at the thrill of experiencing this side of him tonight.

Azriel huffed out a frustrated breath though at his awkward position. “Change of scenery.”

He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up the armory instead in one quick movement, his face now level with her neck. “Better.”

Was it normal to be excited about how easily he did that, how simple it must be for him to bend her to his will?

It didn’t take long for her top to be discarded on the floor after that, her own hands helping just as much as his shadows, allowing Azriel’s hands and mouth to hone in all their attention on her breasts. He kissed, suckled and licked every bit of her, paying special tribute to her nipples and the underside of her chest. Gwyn was reduced to a moaning mess, withering beneath the heat of his mouth and trying to press her center against his stomach.

“Don’t be so fucking impatient.”, he chuckled, pinning her hips to a frustrating stop, “Jasmine took everything in stride. Not once did I read about her trying to take control.”

Gwyn glowered at him. “That’s because Reginald actually saw to her needs the minute they arose.”

The Shadowsinger stilled at her words, slowly looking up at her. “Are you saying I don’t see to your needs, priestess?”

“I’m saying that you shouldn’t assume you know everything about me and my body and what I need.” The moment the words left her, she found herself regretting them. Because really, it was unfair. Azriel did know her body like his own, and did bring her the most mind-shattering orgasms. But a little voice inside her urged her on, hoping to rile him enough to completely relinquish his gentle manners. Plus, it was fun. “Because you clearly don’t.”

Azriel smiled at her accusation in a way that did absolutely nothing to calm her down. In fact, it promised retribution.

“I don’t?”

Gwyn tried to summon some bravado. “You don’t. You’re okay, you know the basics, sure. One would hope you do after 500 years of living.”

Azriel’s eyebrows rose with every lie uttered, a manic gleam in his eyes. Oh, she was going to be in so much trouble. Her center throbbed with the certainty of that. Mother, she wanted him so badly.

But her Shadowsinger stepped back and made to grab her discarded book, leaving Gwyn shivering on the armory and covering her breasts with her arms. “How about a challenge, then?”

Gwyn stared at him with doe eyes, unsure where he’d take this.

“Looks like dear Reginald managed to make her cum”, he paused, skimming the pages again, “twice with his mouth, and once more on his cock. I’d say he knows how to please her, wouldn’t you?”

Gwyn nodded, taking in the force of nature that was Azriel. He exuded confidence as he stood there in the center of the room, his eyes drilling into hers like he might die if he can’t look at her.

“So all I need to do for you to take your uncalled for and plainly false words back is”, he stepped towards her again, his mouth whispering the challenge – the promise it held – into her ear, “prove I’m better.”

Gwyn was unwell. And it clearly showed, because Azriel already held himself like he’d won. Like he’d made her cum with just his words alone. But she also knew on thing: it wasn’t easy for her to finish. Especially not with just penetration.

“I accept the challenge. And I look forward to proving you wrong.”, she whispered back.

Azriel’s hands rose to grab hers, gently pulling them away from her chest and making them meet at the small of her back where he held them hostage. “I want to add two conditions to this. First, you can’t hold yourself back. When you feel like you need to cum, you will cum. If my shadows detect you didn’t adhere to this rule, I’ll make you pay.”

Gwyn swallowed, her mouth dry with need. She’d never heard him talk like this. But she nodded to accept his first condition. Never would she deprive herself of an orgasm just to spite him. Especially right now.

“Secondly, you will not touch me unless I explicitly allow it. I’ll need to concentrate, and I can’t very well do that with your little hand wrapped around my cock.”, Azriel gave her a stern look that had her melting and nodding her head in acceptance again.

“You can’t use your Shadows either.”, the priestess was proud she found the clarity of mind to demand this little ad-on, “Reginald didn’t have them. Only his very own skill.”

Azriel puffed out his chest. “Of course not. I’ll win this fair and square.”

Silence expanded between them and the dark room as their stared at each other in defiance. And a whole lot of infatuation. Because there was never a moment Gwyn felt more desire towards this male.

“It’s on?”, Azriel asked, looking ready to pounce.

“It’s on.”, she replied.

The word barely left her mouth before his own claimed it with a roughness that took Gwyn’s breath away. He pressed her back to the wall, spreading her legs even further to accommodate his hips and wings.  

Something told her she was about to experience what it was like to be at the mercy of an unleashed Shadowsinger. And that something was his hand, finding her throat in a grip firm enough for her to moan out her approval.

“Still”, he ground out. The space between them widened again as he stepped back to pull her shorts off her body.

When they were discarded, he took his sweet-ass time to run his eyes over her nude form. Gwyn tired her best to adhere to his command of staying put, but having the undivided attention of Azriel on her made that quite hard. Especially when his gaze snagged on her exposed center and lingered. Like he planned all the things he was about to do to her to the smallest detail.

His own hands travelled up his body and began unbuttoning his tunic, revealing inch after inch of first tattooed, then bronze skin. Gwyn strained, her whole body on overdrive. She wanted nothing more than to lunge forward, feel all of him pressed against her. But she also wanted to win.

Azriel carelessly discarded his tunic, his mirthful eyes telling her he knew exactly what his little strip show did to her. “Are you wet for me already, love?”

Hearing the low timbre of his voice felt like almost like touch in itself. Gwyn arched her back slightly. “Yes.”

“Good.”, he sank to his knees before her, his head now perfectly in line with her throbbing center, “because I’m fucking starving for you.”

Gwyn gasped as she felt the first lick of his tongue against her. Her eyes closed against her will in nothing but self-preservation. Seeing him lick her would be the death of her, she knew. And she was about to relish in his attention for as long as possible.

Azriel knew he was good with his tongue and it showed. It danced along her slit with perfect pressure, honing in on her clit and circling the tiny bud of nerves in a maddening rhythm.

“Fuck”, he growled out, pressing a harsh kiss to her opening, “I’m addicted to this. I thought about it the whole night, about you underneath me.” 

The priestess gasped and moaned as his tongue once again thought of better things to do than drive her crazy with his words. She liked the idea of Azriel pining for her, his thoughts thoroughly occupied so none other could take them up. Feelings of power and love flooded her veins and joined the pleasure he was already giving her.

Gwyn was wet beyond measure now, her juices coating her inner thighs and running down on the armory. She was certainly losing the challenge abysmally if he continued like that, but was it really losing if it made her feel like this?

Azriel’s fingers moved to join his tongue, rubbing up and down her wetness to then plunge into her. Gwyn moaned at the feel of them, the roughness of his scars providing ample friction as he pumped them in and out of her while his tongue remained firmly on her clit.

Despite her best efforts to draw this out, she felt her orgasm build ferociously.

“Watch.”, Azriel ground out so close against her still that she felt the warmth of his breath, “watch yourself cum on my tongue.”

And Gwyn did. With her eyes trained on his face, she watched as he doubled his efforts. And the sight of this powerful, gorgeous male before her, that was so thoroughly hers he was engrained into her very heart, made her shatter.

The priestess came with a shout and a plethora of flexed muscles. Azriel did his best to draw it out, continuing his fingering and licking at a more relaxed pace until Gwyn collapsed in on herself.

When she regained her senses, her eyes fell on the Shadowsinger now standing at full height again. He leaned forward, his arms propped up on either side of her thighs, a smug smile on his wet face. “Why don’t you count for us, sweetness? We can’t lose sight of the challenge now, can we?”

Gwyn nodded, her lust dampened to a manageable level again. She conceded this point way too quickly, even though it was worth it. “One.”

She silently made a pact with herself. The male needed to work for it, otherwise his ego might expand to the heavens. In fact, Azriel already looked about ready to burst with arrogance.

He stepped forward to give her a lingering kiss, his tongue caressing hers and sharing her essence with her. Gwyn itched to touch him, if only his shoulders or chest or hair or anything. But he didn’t allow it yet, and begging was so beneath her.

Azriel scooped her up carefully, walking towards the bed and laying her down on the covers. But instead of widening her thighs, her grabbed hold of her ankles and lifted them in the air, leaving her center and ass in full view again.

“Hold that for me, love.”, he said as he knelt on the bed as well. Gwyn grabbed the inside of her knees and pulled them towards her chest, mentally preparing to not come within five minutes.

“Like that. Good girl.”, he murmured almost absentmindedly, focusing on her center yet again while Gwyn’s resolve took it’s first hit. Why was he so talkative all of a sudden and why did she want to cum just to hear him call her ‘good’ again?

A kiss to her thigh quickly shut down her inner monologue. By the third kiss, her mind was putty again. The fifth landed just an inch short of where she wanted it. Then, the bastard repeated the teasing process on the other side once more. Her breathing quickened again.

“Do you know what tastes even better than your arousal?”, he asked, suspended right above her clit. His lips grazed it with every word, and Gwyn jumped in anticipation. She didn’t even register him asking a question until he pinched her butt impatiently.

“No, I don’t.”, she breathed out. She couldn’t think even if she wanted to.

“Guess.”

That bloody bastard.

“Cupcakes?”, she tried weakly. It was simply the only thing she could come up with.

Gwyn felt his laugh hit her center, but nothing else followed. “No, that’s not it. In fact, cupcakes are further down the list. Guess again.”

“Azriel, please.”

Apparently, she was not above begging. And it paid off. His finger began circling her clit tightly, hitting it with just the lowest of pressures but almost continually. A slow kind of torture as he still waited for her to take another guess.

“I don’t know. Ice cream.”, the priestess panted, absolutely over this game.

“Wrong again.”, Azriel said in a conversational tone, almost like he wasn’t face to face with her dripping pussy and keeping her clit hostage underneath his finger. “But I realize now you’re at a disadvantage. I don’t think you’ve ever tasted it before.”

And with that, two of his fingers sank deeply into her with the most delicious friction and a borderline embarrassing squelch of wetness. He crawled up her body then and held out his fingers to her lips.

Gwyn stared at him wide-eyed, very much unsure of what to do. She read about this once, and honestly thought it too kinky to be real. But as she took in her Shadowsinger who watched her with the expression of a man possessed, she realized it wasn’t weird at all. At least not if it pleased him.

Tentatively, still waiting for him to stop her if that wasn’t what he meant, she raised her head and took his fingers in-between her lips. He didn’t stop her. If it was possible, his eyes turned even more mad as they darted between her eyes and mouth. “That’s it, love.”

Gwyn closed her lips around his fingers and began to suck lightly while drawing back. A tangy-sweet taste filled her mouth and she didn’t know who released a more strained moan between them. Her tongue darted out to tease the slit his fingers formed, lapping up even more of herself and Azriel ground his erection against her in a movement that seemed almost involuntary.

She honestly didn’t care for the taste, but it was better than she anticipated and seemed to drive him out of his mind. So, she took the opportunity. A distracted Azriel was a sloppy Azriel.

The priestess barely contained her smirk as she went to town on his fingers, moving up and down like she would on his cock and using her tongue to gently caress the ridges of his skin. Azriel didn’t stop her. In fact, he looked like he was put under a spell, only his hips moving against her center and finally giving her a bit more friction.

Suddenly, Az yanked his fingers back, narrowing his eyes at her. She could feel his reprimand coming, but beat him to it. “Don’t you dare. You allowed it. If not to say ‘demanded’.”

He stared at her a while longer, before conceding the point. “Fine. But then I’m not to blame for this.”

Gwyn was about to ask what ‘this’ meant, but Azriel slid down her body again, disappearing from view behind her legs. Her lower lips were spread, her overstimulated and puffy center back in view, and Azriel dove right in.

This time, nothing about his movements felt calculated. He simply lapped up every ounce of liquid that dripped out of her, wanting to be in multiple spots at once. Azriel moaned in abandon, almost as wildly as Gwyn herself, plunging his tongue into her and drinking directly from the source. His nose and stubble grazed her simultaneously as he licked her walls like he owned them.

“Azriel”, the priestess moaned out his name, fighting hard to not move her hips in time with his licks. She felt like she was floating on pleasure.

The Shadowsinger let up from her entrance, his fingers taking up a slow and torturous caress up and down her slit. Gwyn was about to wonder why he didn’t use his tongue anymore when she felt it again – lower.

Every thought of shame or panic left her though, as his tongue circled her puckered hole tentatively first, then with more rigor when she didn’t object.

They had talked about this before at some point as the topic came up in one of her novels as well. And she expressed her general interest in it, not really sure how it would feel. She’d have asked him to do this earlier if she’d known.

Her muscles twitched with all their might. The pleasure he wrung from her clit was somehow amplified by the delicate skin around her bottom and Azriel’s mouth licking and kissing around it, focusing on the thin piece of skin that separated her pussy from it once in a while.

If the feeling of it didn’t drive her insane enough, the fact that Azriel seemed to take so much pleasure in it too took her over the edge. He never even raised his head for air, never stilled his fingers and reacted to every twitch of her, adjusting his ministrations accordingly.

He played her like his favorite instrument, and she ate her previous words with each slide of his fingers and tongue. The male knew what he was doing, and she was so fucking lucky.

After a few minutes of this blissful torture, she couldn’t hold back anymore and came again with an intense wave of release. Goosebumps littered her skin and she shouted Azriel’s name into the abyss in testament of his devotion.

She let her legs fall open to each side, not caring for her compromising position as she tried to catch her breath. And her sanity.

Azriel perched between her legs, gently caressing her calves as he grinned at her.

“Well done, love. How many?”

Gwyn released a shaky breath. “Two and a half.”

His grin widened ever more. “And a half, huh?”

The priestess nodded. Usually, they called it a day after one or both of them came twice. She didn’t even know if it was possible for him to drag another orgasm out of her. But as Gwyn looked at Azriel again, at how he made to unlace his trousers and setting himself free, she had the feeling she’d give him another half a point for simply seeing him in all his naked glory. Or maybe a thousand.

She scootched higher up the bed, boldly watching him strip completely. The Shadowsinger finally discarded his trousers, shoes and underwear, and Gwyn had to fight to not let her own hand slip between her legs at the sight. How was it possible she was already aroused again?

“Since you were so good this whole time, I’ll let you decide how I take you.”, Azriel said in a low voice, his hand coming up to his cock and pumping languidly. She itched to crawl forward and lick off the beads of precum that glistened on the tip.

“Can I ride you?”, she breathed, already sitting up without waiting for an answer.

The Shadowsinger chuckled at her eagerness, but his eyes betrayed his nonchalant façade. He was quick to take up her previous place on the bed, dragging her on top of him instantly and with so much force she nearly fell on his face.  

Gwyn wasted absolutely no time. She slid onto him like he was molded just for her, engulfing him in her wetness until he was sheathed completely. Both moaned at the feeling of finally being united like this, and the priestess rocked back and forth just slightly to get used to him again.

Azriel watched her from below, his hands resting on her hips. His own breathing sounded a bit labored too, Gwyn thought with satisfaction, and he held her still with straining muscles.

“Cauldron, Gwyn.”, he ground out, his head falling back against the pillow in surrender. Or what Gwyn interpreted as such. Because just a few seconds after-

“Oh, Gods!”, Gwyn gasped as he drove himself up and into her, leveraging himself against the bed and taking control from her entirely. He set a punishing pace, thrusting into her again and again with no resistance. The priestess fell onto his chest from the force of him, moaning with abandon.

He felt so good inside of her, so perfect, hitting all the right spots.

Azriel gazed up at her, his features set in barely restrained ferocity. He looked so beautiful, sweating and panting, his ruffled hair sticking to his forehead, neck and chest flexed.

Gwyn relished in the feel of him, moving in tandem with his thrusts to force him even deeper.

“Fuck, I’m close.”, the Shadowsinger growled.

But Gwyn wasn’t quite there yet. “I need more.”

Azriel’s sharp gaze focused on her, and he immediately relinquished his thrusting to let her take over again. Which was just what she needed. With a heavy, unrestrained moan, Gwyn began to ride him at a slower pace, angling her hips so that her clit brushed against his pelvis every time.

And gods, did that feel good.

Her orgasm built again, different this time with the additional weight of his length inside of her. And judging by Azriel’s face, he was with her.

With a shout that surely informed the rest of the house what they were up to, Azriel raised himself up, flinging his arms around Gwyn and came hard. The priestess was quick to follow, pressing him closer against her. Her walls fluttered around him, making sure he spilled every drop of himself.

Both panted, still cradled in each other’s arms until their breathing returned to normal.

Azriel pulled back first, finding her eyes as usual. “All good?”

“Perfect.”, she sighed, pressing an innocent kiss to his lips.

“What’s the score, Berdara?”, he asked, trying to summon some bravado as he prepared to receive a stellar review.

Gwyn released a laugh. “I’ve lost count.”

“So, am I officially a better lover than Reginald?”, Azriel brushed his nose against her cheek before nuzzling into her neck in a playful manner.

Gwyn smiled to herself, finally free in caressing his neck and shoulders to her heart’s content. Which, she decided, she was going to do for the foreseeable future.

“Reginald who?”

#gwyneth berdara #gwynriel #pro gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #azriel x gwyn #gwynrielweeks2024 #azriel #acotar

[kabie-whump]

♡Febuwhump Day 13: “You weren’t supposed to get hurt.” ♡

@febuwhump

! Hazbin Hotel season 1 spoilers !

Content: More Angel Dust whump! This one's set right after the battle against Adam and the exorcists. The fight's over, the hotel's collapsed, and Angel's hurt. Field medicine, impalement, improper use of vodka, author doesn't know shit about medicine

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It’s over.

The hotel’s nothing but a pile of rubble. The bodies of angels litter the ground, golden blood seeping into the dirt. Charlie does her best to ignore the sickening sound of her cannibal army enjoying their reward.

Charlie wanders through the rubble with Vaggie at her side. It’s all so quiet now that the chaos is over. KeeKee emerges from a hiding spot and leaps into her arms, filling her with a wave of relief. 

“Glad to see you too,” she whispers, holding the cat against her chest.

A snort from up ahead. Charlie follows it to find Fat Nuggets rooting around in the dirt, looking as worried as a tiny pig can.

“Nuggets? Where’s Angel?”

The pig just stares at her.

Now that she's thinking about it, she hasn’t seen any of her friends since the battle was still raging.

“Charlie!”

She turns quickly as Husker appears from behind a pile of stone and wood and furniture. He’s limping, his fur scorched in some places and matted with blood in others. One of his eyes is swollen shut. 

“It’s Angel,” Husk pants. “Come on.”

She and Vaggie follow him through the rubble. He moves quickly for a guy who can barely walk.

They find Angel sprawled out on the ground. Fat Nuggets squeals and runs to him, and Charlie sighs with relief as he moves to wrap the pig up in his arms. At least he’s alive and conscious. 

But Husk seems too worried as he falls to his knees at Angel’s side, examining something that is just out of Charlie’s sight until she moves closer.

“Shit.”

It was once a piece of metal railing from a banister or something, Charlie imagines. Now it’s twisted and broken and embedded in Angel’s stomach.

Charlie rushes to Angel’s other side, her hands hovering helplessly over him. His face is buried in Fat Nuggets’ fur but she can still see the way it's cortorted with pain.

“Angel, hey,” she says, taking one of her hands in his own. He looks at her, and his makeup is smeared under his eyes in gray streaks. 

He starts to shift, then slumps with a groan. “Did- Did we win?”

Charlie nods, her eyes filling with tears. She’s scared that she won’t be able to say anything without sobbing. 

“Fuck yeah we did,” Vaggie says, squatting next to Charlie and immediately starting to cut Angel’s clothes away with a knife.

“You did real good, legs.” Husk pats his cheek, pulling his attention away from what Vaggie’s doing. “Kicked a lot of exorcist ass.” 

Angel gives a weak smile, letting his head fall back. “They didn’t…” He coughs harshly and the place where the metal had entered his stomach gushes with blood. A cry is torn from his throat. 

Charlie feels sick. “Try to stay still,” she says, fighting to keep her voice from wavering. “You’re going to be okay.”

“It hurts,” Angel hisses.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

She’s trying so hard not to spiral. This is all her fault. Why did she think they could save everyone? Why did she have to go and provoke Adam over some stupid dream? Now Sir Pentious is dead and Angel is halfway there himself and it’s all Charlie’s fault.

“Just stay with us,” Husk is saying as Charlie scrubs away tears. He’s running his fingers through Angel’s hair as the spider clings to Fat Nuggets. The pig snuffles into his neck forlornly. “You’re okay. We’re gonna take good care of you.” 

“Huskie…” Angel whines, turning his face into the cat’s hand.

Vaggie had wandered off, and she returns with what looks like a pillowcase and a miraculously unbroken bottle of vodka, which she tosses to Husker. “Get him drunk,” she says simply.

Husk nods, uncapping the bottle. Charlie moves behind Angel, lifting him slowly into a partial sitting position while Vaggie holds onto the jagged metal and moves it with them, trying to minimize the pain. Angel still sobs, his boots kicking helplessly against the ground. 

Angel obediently takes a few long swigs of vodka when Husk holds the bottle to his lips, not even wincing at the taste. 

The bottle is passed back to Vaggie. “Hold him,” she whispers. 

Charlie and Husk both grab onto Angel, restraining his arms while Vaggie places her knee over his thighs. Fat Nuggets jumps off his chest. She sees Angel’s eyes go wide with panic just before Vaggie grabs hold of the metal and pulls.

Angel’s screams echo through the ruins of the hotel. Once when the metal leaves his stomach. Again when Vaggie pours the bottle’s contents into the wound. He coughs and sobs and writhes in pain and Charlie can’t hold back the sympathetic tears that follow his. 

“I’m so sorry,” she says again, pressing her forehead to Angel’s and holding his upper set of arms tightly while he struggles to push Vaggie away. “It wasn’t supposed to go like this. You weren’t supposed to get hurt.”

The bottle is discarded on the ground somewhere as Vaggie does her best to stop the bleeding with the pillowcase. It’s definitely not clean enough for this, but it’s better than letting him bleed out.

“Pull it together, Princess,” Husk mumbles. “Now’s not the time.”

Charlie takes some deep, forced breaths, getting her sobbing under control. Husk’s right. Angel needs her. He needs her to be the leader she promised she would be when he signed on to this mess.

“You’re okay,” she whispers, watching Angel’s eyelids flutter as he starts to pass out. “It’s okay. We’ve got you.”

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#whump #whump tropes #whump writing #whump community #whumpblr #whump scenario #whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #hazbin fanfic #hazbin whump #angel dust whump #angel dust #whump fanfiction #whump fic #whump ideas #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday13 #febuwhump day 13 #field medicine

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 37 🔞

Prompt: Your ex married someone else, but a drunken hookup reveals feelings still exist on both sides

Tags: Drunk sex, cheating, unprotected sex, somehow this bitch turned into a wholeass fic

A/N: Cheating fics are my guilty pleasure. Cheating fics where they find out they still love each other is basically crack for me. I don’t condone cheating or engaging in sexual activity while drunk or high IRL. The good news is this is fiction so onwards! Also you can blame Mingi’s new song for this brainrot

“Mingi?”

“Yunho?”

Mingi knew he was drunk, but he couldn’t possibly be drunk enough to hallucinate a whole person. A whole person he hadn’t seen or spoken to in 5 years. A whole person who also happened to be the love of his life.

“What are you doing here?” Mingi asked.

“Bar hopping for a friend’s bachelor party. What are you doing here?” Yunho asked.

“Getting drunk,” Mingi replied. Yunho stared at him for a moment then started laughing. “What?”

“I guess that is what you do at a bar. Mind if I sit?” he nodded to the seat next to Mingi.

“Go ahead,” Mingi shrugged, trying to act like he wasn’t having a series of small heart attacks over seeing Yunho again.

“I’ll have what he’s having,” Yunho waved at the bartender. The ring on the fourth finger of his left hand flashed in the dim light.

“You got married,” Mingi said.

“I thought you heard,” Yunho said as the bartender slid the glass over to him.

“I did, I guess I just…haven’t thought about it,” Mingi told him. Yunho had married one of the richest men in Korea so even though their mutual friend group was torn on whether or not to tell Mingi, the news did it for them. “How would he feel about you talking to your ex?”

“He’s out of the country right now. Happens a lot when you’re a big shot CEO,” Yunho replied. If Mingi didn’t know any better, Yunho’s voice had an edge to it. Mingi also noticed that Yunho dodged the question. “Jesus Christ, are you drinking lighter fluid?”

“Just cheap whiskey,” Mingi laughed.

“Good gods, I think it burned a hole in my esophagus,” Yunho coughed. Mingi gave him a few solid slaps on the back.

“That’s what happens when you get used to the expensive stuff,” he said.

“Actually I don’t really drink much these days,” Yunho replied.

“Oh,” Mingi noised. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone more than 24 hours without drinking. It had become a habit along with a lot of other less than desirable traits. The breakup blindsided him, the marriage less than a year later knocked him back down, and he’d stayed there ever since.

“I mean, I’ve been drinking and I’m definitely feeling it. This was better than sitting at home by myself on a Friday night,” Yunho told him.

“Yunho!” they turned around and someone Mingi didn’t recognize was waving in their direction. “We’re going to the next place!”

“Well, it was good seeing you,” Mingi said. Yunho looked at him for a moment then back at his friend.

“I’ll catch up with you. I’ll text you when I’m leaving!” he yelled back. His friend looked like he was going to argue then simply gave him a thumbs up.

“I’d rather catch up with you,” Yunho told him.

“Isn’t really much to tell,” Mingi said as he finished his drink.

“Then in that case,” Yunho forced himself to chug his drink. “Do you want to dance?”

“Dance?” Mingi repeated.

“There’s music. There’s a dance floor. I would assume that means dancing is encouraged,” Yunho said. Mingi never really noticed the dance floor. He came to this bar because it was cheap, the drinks were strong, and it was walking distance from his apartment. Before he could form a reply, Yunho had already pulled him up and had him halfway to the dance floor. He let Yunho pull their bodies together and hold on to Mingi’s waist.

“I’m sorry,” Yunho blurted out.

“For what?” Mingi asked even though he knew what Yunho was going to say.

“For breaking up with you. I should’ve at least given you a hint or a chance or something. Now I’m stuck married to someone I rarely see and when he is here I’m just arm candy if we go out. I can’t remember the last time we kissed, much less had sex. I don’t necessarily believe in fate, but I was hoping to at least make out with a stranger in a bathroom tonight,” Yunho said.

“You came out tonight intending to cheat on your husband?” Mingi asked.

“I guess so, yeah,” Yunho sighed. Mingi was stunned. He never would’ve guessed Yunho was willing to cheat. It wasn’t who he was. Of course, a lot can happen in 5 years.

“I don’t suppose you’d consider me as an option,” Mingi said. Yunho responded by kissing him. He held Mingi’s face in his hands as his tongue made its way around Mingi’s mouth. Mingi returned the kiss, pulling them even closer. Their hips were desperately grinding together. Mingi hooked up with guys regularly, but none of them could ever compare to Yunho. And it wasn’t only because he had a massive cock.

“My apartment is 2 blocks from here and I’m up for more than just making out,” Mingi said when they finally parted.

“Sounds perfect,” Yunho agreed.

“I do have to pay my tab first,” Mingi told him.

“Let me,” Yunho said. They stumbled back to the bar and Yunho pulled a black card out of his wallet. “For both of ours.”

The bartender examined the card, but this wasn’t the kind of place where people used black cards.

“Okay,” he said. The tab was paid, the card was returned, and the couple stumbled out toward Mingi’s apartment. This was beyond his wildest dreams. He’d resigned himself to never seeing Yunho again, much less touching him or kissing him. Yet here they were, making out in the elevator of his building trying not to strip each other. Through some minor miracle they made it through the door before the clothes began to come off.

“This is new,” Yunho traced the butterfly tattoo on Mingi’s neck with his lips. They’d made it to the bed and Yunho was in Mingi’s lap, both in just their underwear. “And you never used to paint your nails.”

“I guess I’m going through my emo kid phase about a decade too late,” Mingi replied, leaning back and resting his weight on his hands basking in the feeling of Yunho’s mouth on his neck. Yunho’s hands roved over Mingi’s torso like he was trying to remember the shape of it.

“I think I like it,” Yunho said.

“Good,” Mingi replied.

“So, like I said, I haven’t done this in a while, but if you want to…” Yunho began.

“No, no condoms. I get tested regularly,” Mingi cut him off.

“How do you know that was what I was going to say? I could’ve been suggesting you top,” Yunho laughed.

“Because I know you. Even after all these years, I can’t forget a single thing about you even when I wanted to. You asked every time if I wanted you to use a condom and the answer every time was no. Also, I think we both know you topping is the better option,” Mingi replied.

“You’re just saying that because I have a big dick,” Yunho kissed him.

“Maybe or maybe why change it when it works?” Mingi told him.

“Fair enough,” Yunho agreed. “Personally, I think we’ve had our underwear on way too long.”

“I agree,” Mingi nodded.

“Lie back,” Yunho instructed when Mingi handed him the lube after they were naked. He warmed it up on his fingers and slid one finger into Mingi.

“Yunho, I,” he gasped.

“Relax, let me take care of you. Let me do what I failed to do before,” Yunho replied. Mingi’s heart clenched. What he failed to do before. “I assume you’ve been taking smaller cocks?”

“I don’t need forever to be prepped,” Mingi said.

“Just confirming,” Yunho grinned down at him and was suddenly 3 fingers deep in him. Mingi grunted in surprise. “What was that about not being prepped?”

“Shut up,” Mingi glared. Yunho didn’t reply, he kept opening Mingi up.

“I think you’re ready,” Yunho declared, pulling his fingers out and watching Mingi clench around nothing.

“Yunho,” he whined.

��Don’t worry, baby. Just one more thing,” Yunho took his wedding ring off and put it on the bedside table. Then he lubed up his cock and slid into Mingi’s desperate hole.

“You’re…shit…fuck…” Mingi grunted.

“Forgot how big I was?” Yunho teased.

“Maybe,” Mingi whined.

“I’m gonna take you slow. Make you feel every inch of me. You’ll remember soon enough,” Yunho told him, bracing himself on his arms looking down at his former lover.

“Please,” Mingi whimpered.

“Of course,” Yunho began to slowly undulate his hips. As he moved, memories came flooding back. Ones Mingi thought he’d buried forever. Their first time. The time on the table at his parents’ house. Their anniversaries. Worst of all, their last time.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Yunho lied on top of him and kissed his jaw.

“I can’t let you go again. I can’t,” Mingi whispered.

“You won’t have to,” Yunho replied. “I saw you tonight and I knew. I knew I could never leave you again. I’ve been paying for leaving you every day since I did it. I hope you can forgive me.”

“You can’t say shit like that when you’re balls deep in me,” Mingi looked at him.

“Too late,” Yunho kissed him.

“Fuck me like you mean it and I’ll consider taking you back,” Mingi ran his fingers down Yunho’s face.

“Well since you put it that way,” Yunho sat up, pulled Mingi’s hips up onto his thighs, and began fucking him harder than he’d been fucked in years. Mingi didn’t even have to touch himself. Yunho could make him come on just his cock. Yunho would make him come on just his cock.

“Open your eyes, baby,” Mingi hadn’t even realized he closed them until Yunho said something. Mingi opened his eyes and they stared at each other as Yunho tipped Mingi over the edge. He didn’t know he had that much come in him. Yunho kept going until he was satisfied that Mingi was fucked dry. Then he leaned back over and with only a few more thrusts, his cock was emptying into Mingi. Mingi relaxed even more as he felt Yunho’s hot come shoot into him. Yunho rolled them over when he finished so Mingi was on top of him.

“Did you mean what you said?” Mingi asked as Yunho played with his hair.

“I did,” Yunho replied.

“But you’ll lose everything,” Mingi said.

“If by ‘everything’ you mean expensive shirts and black cards then yes, but I’ll have you back. I’ll have the only person I ever loved back,” Yunho told him. “Though I might have snuck a clause in the prenup that I’m no longer bound by NDAs if we’re divorced regardless of why so I can keep the expensive shirts and black cards even if he finds out I cheated on him. Even if that wasn’t the case, I’d rather be happy and middle class than rich and miserable.”

“I never stopped loving you, even when I wanted to,” Mingi propped his chin up on Yunho’s chest.

“I never stopped loving you either. I was just an idiot,” Yunho replied.

“Yes, yes you were,” Mingi said.

“I won’t fuck it up this time. I promise,” Yunho weaved their fingers together and kissed Mingi’s hand.

“I believe you,” Mingi smiled. “I believe you.”

#just fucking write 2k24 #minors dni #ateez fanfic #ateez hard hours #ateez smut #song mingi x jeong yunho #mingi x yunho #ateez yungi

[lipglosscherrybomb]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 ❦ 𝐌.𝐖. ❦

𝙞 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚. ⁂

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮’𝙧𝙚 17), 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩), 𝙧𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨. <3

𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ❦

unfortunately, your social skills peaked in the first grade. when you befriended your now best friend, will byers. sometimes you wished you’d gotten a warning beforehand, considering you didn’t realize that would also mean befriending mike wheeler, and joining their ‘dnd’ party.

you weren’t upset about the ‘dnd’ part, you honestly loved it. and you loved lucas and dustin, who had grown to love you back after their “no girls” phase had come to an end.

and all of that led you here. halfway-wasted. contemplating to hook up with the next guy who walked by you for entertainment purposes. although that might not be the best idea. but who cares? right?

you got up off the couch. gripping the red plastic cup some guy named jason had given you when you first walked in. you figured you’d stick with it. not knowing if it would be considered rude or something to discard it and take a new one each time you got a refill. which, coincidentally, was exactly what you were about to do before a hand you immediately recognized could stop you.

“chill out with that, harrington. you’re already drunk enough.” he said. his slender fingers lingering on your wrist. you looked down at his hand placement. too intoxicated to fully register what he was feeling at the moment, or what you were. he never touched you, i mean, if we’re being honest, he barely ever spoke to you unless you two were having some argument about whatever random topic he’d decided to disagree with you on simply to spite you.

he pulled away quickly. “that shit’s pretty strong.” refusing to even glance at you. “yeah, you’d know with all of those ragers you never got invited to.” you replied. ignoring the boy and dipping your cup into the red liquid. filling it up a bit above the half.

“i’m just saying. no one’s gonna carry your drunk ass home. so if you get fucked up, it’s on you.” he said. it was like his tone shifted entirely. before it was leaning more towards concern, now he was just defensive.

you didn’t say anything. instead you looked at him, confused as to why he suddenly cared at all what happened to you. he never had before.

he took your silence as a sign to carry on. but before he did, you noticed his eyes trail up and down your body as if to examine your outfit. it was a tight red dress. something you’d had stored up in your closet and figured now would be as good a time as ever to wear it. not like you went out a whole lot anyway. “guess i’ve got nothing to worry about. with the way you’re dressed, some other guy will probably take you home anyway.” he continued. pushing past you to make his way towards lucas and max.

you scoff, taking a sip from the drink in your hand. as if it was his queue, dustin approached you. without even turning to look at him, you began complaining. “that boy has a stick up his ass, i swear.” you mumbled. periodically taking sips from the cup, more for entertainment than actual enjoyment or wanting to get even drunker than you already were.

“who?” he asks, looking at you. probably half interested in your response. he could already tell when you were upset about mike or if it was about someone else, he had years of practice. with you knocking on his door every other day either to complain about something mike had said, or complain about him in general. most of the party presumed you both secretly liked each other and constantly placed bets on when you’d finally accept it. as far as you know, they were still making you and mike-related bets, just behind your back.

“mike! it’s like i can’t catch a break. i mean, he basically just called me a whore for no reason- and he’s so frustrating and annoying and he always speaks in such a condescending tone… it makes me want to punch him in the face.” you rant. dustin stepping away a bit as if you were going to explode in rage.

“right…so, is your brother coming?” he asks. you shoot him the meanest look you could conjure up in the moment in response to him ignoring you. “no. he said he had shit to do so i told him to forget about the party.” you responded. your interest still fixated on mike who was sitting on the couch across the room, talking to lucas about something.

“what?! he’s my ride back.” he complains, throwing his arms up in protest.

“hitch.” you responded. very aware of how sour your tone turned. dustin just stared at you in disbelief. you let out a small laugh at his expressions.

“chill, i told him to pick you up later.”

“me? what about you?”

you let out a dry laugh. “are you joking? remember how freaked he was last time? if steve finds out i got wasted again he’ll kill me. i think i’d rather walk back.” you said. remembering the time steve picked you up from the wheeler’s and you’d been drinking with nancy.

“ha, good luck with that.” dustin said. walking away after giving you a pat in the back.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ❦

it’s hard to pinpoint the exact moment you got absolutely shitfaced. you knew you drank a lot, maybe a little too much, but you still didn’t think you’d get this bad. with all the shit that had been going on, then mike setting you off, you needed to forget about all of it before you completely lost your shit.

steve had already picked dustin up, and your brother offered you a ride back home for the last time before he drove off with your curly-headed friend, but you decided to stick around in the hopes of the party getting a bit more fun. spoiler alert: it didn’t.

you spent half the night drinking alone in a corner while a bunch of guys you didn’t even know tried to make passes at you. normally you would’ve accepted, but tonight, something was different.

it was like mike took up every single one of your thoughts. making you completely ignore any other guy that tried to talk to you.

you tried to blame the alcohol, told yourself it was just that having your head spinning. but you were absolutely lying to yourself, you knew damn well he’d been taking up your mind ever since you met him. he’d been all you could ever think about. but you pushed those thoughts away for as long as you could. because somehow, hating him was easier than loving him.

and now, there you were. sitting on the floor of a stranger’s bathroom, thinking about mike wheeler out of all people. you threw your head back in order to stop the room from spinning. closing your eyes and ignoring the entire world that was behind that door.

“i’ll come back in a sec-“ he stumbled in the bathroom, calling out to our friends in a rush. he stopped when he spotted you. he looked at you for a second, or better yet, he admired you. almost like he was in a trance.

you open your eyes to find him still staring at you. although his eyes weren’t where you’d expect them to be. he was looking at your…waist? nope- lower…oh.

you close your legs quickly, having finally felt the cold air hitting you. “sorry.” you mutter. leaning against the sink.

“uh, it’s cool. sorry for barging in like that, it was unlocked and i kind of just-“ he cuts himself off. something you’d never seen him do in his entire life. something you wish he’d do more. “are you okay?”

“i’m great. why do you ask?” you retort, sarcasm coating your voice.

“well, it’s been almost a minute and you haven’t insulted me or anything.” he adds.

“taking the night off!” you exclaimed with almost no energy. raising your now empty cup in the air.

“you’re wasted…” he pointed out, awkwardly.

“you should be a detective. honestly, hawkins p.d. is really missing out, wheeler.”

“ok…we really need to get you home, harrington.” he said. suddenly forgetting about whatever he had gone into the bathroom for.

he reached for you, and in your drunken state, you didn’t even try to protest, slinging your arm around his neck and him settling his arm around your waist to hold you steady.

after that it was all kind of a blur. you remember some of the walk back to your house, and you also remember him looking at you every once in a while to make sure you were still conscious.

once you got to your house, you thanked any and every higher power you didn’t believe in that your brother wasn’t there yet, and neither were your parents.

mike led you upstairs. laying you down on your bed and making sure you were settled.

“mike,” you whispered, apparently loud enough for him to hear, seeing as he turned towards you almost like he was waiting for you to say it. “yeah?” he responded. matching your quiet tone.

you didn’t continue whatever you were about to say. instead, you looked into his eyes. his stare avoiding yours as he examined you. “hey, what’s that on your arm?” he perks up, his eyes finally meeting yours.

you look down, curious as to what he meant. when you finally find what he was referring to, you raise your other hand to go and touch the bleeding spot on your skin. which you don’t remember getting. therefore, you wondered if it had been self- inflicted, or accidental.

“i don’t know.” you say, wondering where you could’ve gotten it from.

“c’mon,” he continues, holding out his hand for you to take. you reluctantly took it, feeling as he pulled up your weight with just one arm and then led you into the bathroom.

he sat you down on the toilet, frantically looking for whatever he could find to disinfect your injury. your head spun as you wondered why the hell he even cared about you right now. first he said he wouldn’t help you if you got wasted, but then proceeded to do just that. you were tired of his mixed signals, and in your drunken state you decided to press for answers. no matter how uncomfortable it might make you.

he kneeled in front of you. a comfortable silence filling the room as he signaled for you to hold out your arm. he began to cure the cut. and now that you could see it in a brighter setting, you’d realized it was pretty damn big. you couldn’t remember where you’d gotten it, but it didn’t matter.

“hey, mike…”

“don’t worry, i’m almost done.” he muttered, placing his right hand on your thigh for a split second as a reassuring gesture. he must’ve thought he was hurting you or something.

“no, um…” you started, pulling back your arm so his focus would be on you.

and so it was. you looked down at him, his dark curls falling over his face. and for some reason you forgot what you were saying, what you were thinking. he was so beautiful.

“yeah?” his soft voice snaps you back into reality. making you regain your train of thought.

“why are you being so nice to me?” word vomit.

“what?”

“well- earlier…at the party, you said you wouldn’t take me home. and then you did. and you always fight with me, but then you’re nice…i don’t get it. do you like me or not?” you slurred your words. making it clear that your intoxication level was still very much over his.

he didn’t respond right away. he raised his right hand up to your face, pushing back the strands of hair that covered your eyes. eyes he could get lost in for hours, the eyes of the only girl he’d ever loved.

his hand lingered on your cheek for a while, struggling to let go. you stared at him, begging over and over in your mind that he’d make a move already. it was like your thoughts were moving so fast you couldn’t keep up.

he finally leaned in, as if he could read your mind, staring profusely into your eyes. the eyes of the only girl he’d ever loved, the eyes for the girl he hoped loved him back.

his face was inches away from yours. you could smell the alcohol on him, even though he looked a thousand times more sober than you did.

without even thinking about it, you pressed your lips against his. tasting the lingering vodka on him. you couldn’t believe it, a few hours before this, you “hated” mike wheeler, and as far as you were concerned, he hated you too.

but in this moment, you couldn’t remember an exact reason for that hatred. all you could do was think about him. the guy you’d been in love with your entire life. the guy who had changed your perspective on everything ever since you two connected. like, really connected.

all your senses were filled by all that was mike wheeler. and you couldn’t get enough.

he deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. years of love he’d believe to be unrequited being unfolded in this single moment, one he’d remember forever.

you tugged on his black shirt, pulling him closer as he placed his hands on your thighs, still kneeling on the floor as you sat only slightly taller than him.

his hands traveled a little higher, “is that okay?” he whispered into your lips, holding eye contact as he waited for a response.

“yes.” you said, missing his proximity already. god, he had to know how you felt about him, right?

“wait, wait-“ he stopped, backing up from you. he put his hands up to his face as if he’d done something wrong. “you’re drunk- this isn’t right.”

you couldn’t really say anything. it’s not like he was wrong, but he wasn’t sober either.

“mike-“

“no, wait. i need to say something.” you shut up, hearing him out before you began to express your own feelings.

“i like you, y/n. i always have. i know i don’t show it but i kind of always thought you hated me so i thought that maybe hating you would be easier than to actually face facts….” he kneeled back down. keeping his tone soft and his movements gentle. before continuing, he brought a hand up to your face, cradling it.

“i love you. i always have and honestly i probably always will. it’s okay if you don’t feel the same- i know i’ve been an asshole to you, i just-“ he sighed. “i wanted you to know that.”

you looked at him, waiting for him to signal that he’d stopped talking.

“mike,” you paused purposely, bringing your hand up to play with his hair, admiring the way he was looking at you. as if you were the only person in this world. “i love you too. always have, always will.”

#mike wheeler #mike wheeler fluff #mike wheeler smut #stranger things #finn wolfhard #steve harrington #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #yn #fluff #stranger things season four

[ohwhataniight]

The Good that won't Come Out - a trans Sherlock fic - Part 2

This is the second part of my shamelessly self indulgent trans!lock fic.

Contains descriptions of transition, top surgery, coming out.

Click here for Part 1

for @gaylilsherlock and their trope suggestion "wound dressing"

I do this thing where I think I'm real sick

But I won't go to the doctor to find out about it'

Cause they make you stay real still in a real small space

As they chart up your insides and put them on display

They'd see all of it, all of me, all of it

All of the good that won't come out of meAnd all the stupid lies I hide behindIt's such a big mistakeLying here in your warm embrace

Oh, you're almost home

I've been waiting for you to come in

Dancing around in your old suits

Going crazy in your room again

I think I'll go out and embarrass myself

By getting drunk and falling down in the street

You say I choose sadness

That it never once has chosen me

Maybe you're right

The Good that Won't Come Out – Rilo Kiley

You need to come home at once. - SH

It is urgent. -SH

I require medical assistance. - SH

I curse lightly under my breath, throwing myself up from the couch in the middle of the movie. I was never a Star Wars fan but I agreed to this marathon for Vicky’s sake. We’re halfway through the first film and I’m already letting her down. Again. For Sherlock. Who has never in the past allowed me to take care of him when he needs a doctor. Now he's the one asking for me. This must be bad.

“Emergency at home. I’m sorry, I’ve gotta go, Sherlock needs me,” I tell her as she looks at me dumbfounded. I stumble down the stairs and hail a cab to 221B, my mind racing over the most horrible scenarios - strangulation, explosions, head trauma - hell, he might have given himself third degree burns from spaghetti water, for all I know. He does that thing where he tries to cook sometimes, and I’ve got to deal with the casualties.

I rush up the stairs with my heart catching on my throat and burst through the half-opened door, only to find him sitting on the couch cross-legged, his shoes off, no nightgown, with a gash on his white shirt that’s sticking with half-dried blood. I grab my medical kit from the coffee table by the door and stand before him, trying to catch my breath. My leg is burning, so are my lungs. “Up. Kitchen. You know the drill,” I eventually manage to command him, and he obliges, standing up and following me to the other room.

I turn on the light in the kitchen. I place my bag on the corner of the table, next to a china bowl full of human toes. A feeling very much like fury is also starting to burn in my chest. Of course he went along and got himself into trouble without him despite me very explicitly asking him not to do so. Of course he didn’t get his own ass to the ER and called me here, ruining yet another date. So selfish, that man and his blood.

He’s already unbuttoning his own shirt as I lay down the saline and the gauze before leaning over him to help him as he winces in pain when the bloodied fabric sticks to his skin. “You did it again, didn’t you?” I huff. “Putting yourself in danger right after I asked you to behave, for one night, just one night, Sherlock.” I help him remove his shirt and lean over him to closely inspect the wound. “May I ask what you were up to?”

“I was merely doing my duty as a law-abiding civilian, helping out a fellow human being whose future was about to be tainted by blackmail. You know I despise foul play,” he says, but there’s something missing - both his usual nonchalance and his alternative bouts of histrionics. He is dead serious, pensive, even. I feel him cold and rigid under my gloved hands, growing more distant by the minute. “Besides, it is but a scratch, as you can observe yourself.”

“Indeed, it is quite superficial,” I say as I quickly inspect the skin over his ribcage and assess the damage. He shudders under my fingers, short hair on his chest sticking out, skin pale with goosebumps. “You’re lucky. May I ask how you got it?”

“Climbing off of some railings,” he complies dutifully.

“You’ll need a tetanus shot. Christ, Sherlock,” I sigh, as I turn around to grab everything I need to disinfect the gash.

“Never call me a girl again, John.”

I look up at him in utter disbelief, wondering if I’ve misheard. His silver blue eyes pull me in like a vacuum under the transparent light of the kitchen. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. He looks disorganized, ruffled hair, shaking hands and all. He also looks... is that angry? - hesitant?

“Sorry, what now?” I momentarily stop the process of taking care of his wound to register what he is telling me.

“Earlier this evening, at Scotland Yard, you called Gale and myself girls during one of your frequent bouts of sarcasm. It's something that you've done again the past. I am asking that you never repeat that. It is imperative.”

“What... what is this about?” I ask, feeling a wave of defensiveness rush over me. “Were you offended?”

“Yes, I was.”

I’m staring at half-naked Sherlock Holmes with my mouth agape. “We are not in the Victorian era, Sherlock. People have long ago stopped considering the term “girls” as a derogatory one.”

“The implications of what you said were derogatory.”

“I... no. You know what? We’re not doing this. I have to dress your wound, and if one of us needs to work on his misogyny, that’s you, not me. I see how you talk to Donovan, you know. Impertinent.”

Now he looks positively pissed off. His eyes are sparkling dangerously, the muscles and tendons on his neck and shoulders have tightened, his hands are clenched into fists. Is he going to fight me? “I am not. A girl.”

“That’s fairly obvious, Sherlock. What I did is called a joke.”

“Never make that joke again.”

“O-okay. Now will you let me do the thing you called me here for or should I let you bleed out on the carpet?” That man is driving me insane. I should be the one who’s angry after tonight’s fiasco, and here I am, apologizing to one of the rudest, most offensive men I know for having pulled innocent fun at his masculinity a couple of times.

“I am not going to bleed out, John, and you know that better than I do. You agreed it’s just a scratch.” He winces as I return to him with the gauze, trying to clean the scratch that starts from his left side and reaches over the edge of his nipple as gently as I can.

“You’ve had much worse, it's true," I tell him, my previous annoyance returning in full force. “Can I ask what gave you the good sense to call me here for this... scratch, then?”

“I was worried about it,” he says, holding his breath as I open the hydrogen peroxide bottle. He hisses when I touch him again with the dreaded ointment. “I needed you to have a look at it”

I try to ignore the way the word needed finds me so helplessly receptive, how it immediately disarms me and calms me down. “I was on a date, Sherlock,” I say in a softened voice. “The ER at Bart’s is full of competent...”

“I don’t trust them with that.”

“What is that? Are you hurt anywhere else? What happened? Sherlock, talk to me.”

Sherlock grabs my wrist and pulls my hand that is holding some clean gauze away from him. “I am indeed planning to talk to you.”

“What are you doing - what do you mean, Sherlock?” I ask, feeling alarmed. His fingers remain tangled around my wrist, holding it up in the air and the dust that hovers between us. I wonder if he can feel the hammering of my pulse and I try to catch my breath. “I don’t understand what got you worried about this scratch. I’ll finish patching it up, give you a tetanus shot, and you’ll be right as rain.”

“I will be administering the injection myself, thank you very much.”

“What - no. What are you talking about? I don’t know what experiments you’ve made with needles in the past, and frankly I don’t need to know. I am a doctor...”

“And I am a chemist who has been giving himself injections on his own backside once a month for years.” He’s still holding my hand, and is not reaching out with his free hand and pulling my fingers open, placing the gauze back on the table.

“What are you talking about?”

“John, as always you look but do not observe.” And with that, he guides my hand back on his chest, guides my fingers to trace over his left nipple where I can see the pink, inflamed skin around the scratch that fades out just there. My fingertips lie brush over his areola, and I feel the ever so faint, hair-thin oread of scar tissue. I lean closer and his warm breathes on the nape of my neck makes me shudder. I suddenly realize I am inspecting the delicate craftsmanship of an incision. An identical one one his other nipple.

"What are these, Sherlock?"

I feel him inhale under my fingers. His gaze avoids mine. "My battle scars," he breathes out eventually, the hint of a smile appearing on his otherwise troubled face.

His battle scars.

“The keyhole technique, then,” I murmur, raising my eyes to quiz his for an explanation. “You're lucky, this is superficial and has not affected the incision but we'll have to keep an eye on it. Exquisitely performed, your surgeon must have been a true artist. Gynecomastia?” But then, had he not said something about injecting his backside once a month? “Oh.” Oh.

“Yes, oh.” He’s staring back at me with his expression now that of pure terror laced with anticipation. The brief smile has disappeared from his face and he looks as breathless as I am. “Took you long enough, John.”

To be continued

#sherlock holmes #john watson #johnlock #bbc sherlock #johnlock fanfiction #fanfiction #johnlock fic #sherlock #sickfic #injury #top surgery #trans man Sherlock Holmes #trans Sherlock #translock #trans!lock #doctor john watson #transition #trans #queer

[nanamin-3]

Serendipity. 5

as two childhood friends are reunited, they are presented with a proposition that will tie them together for good. Will they be able to remember the feelings of their youth, or will time have taken its toll and made irreparable changes to each of them?

pairing - sukuna/ f. reader

genre - arranged marriage, unrequited love, modernAU, 18+

warnings - profanity, explicit language, suggestive smut, handjob, blowjob, vaginal sex, creampie, angst, fluff, death, violence, ooc sukuna (?) [I like to think he's secretly soft for his love]

Part. 4

a/n : halfways (ish) there!

as always, feedback is loved here <3

You closed your eyes, your head spinning at the alcohol you had consumed and at Hakari’s confession. His look wavered at your silence, but ever the determined individual, he began pulling you closer. He brought his hand up to your face and caressed your cheek with his thumb tenderly, “Y/N you don’t have to say anything right now but know that I love you and no matter what happens, I will always be there for you.”

As he muttered these words, he began inching closer, and as he was about to kiss you, you heard a curse behind you. “Kinji, what the fuck do you think you’re doing.” Feeling a shock through your spine, you straightened and pulled your hands from Hakari’s. As if on cue, you felt his hand grab the back of your dress and pull you back.

Looking up, you saw Sukuna’s back, and him shaking in anger. You tried to tell him to back off but could not find your voice. You were a little drunk and hated yourself at not having shut down Hakari much sooner, but while you cared for him as a friend, did not believe you could have feelings for someone else until you figured out this thing with Sukuna once and for all.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing with my wife?” Sukuna’s fists clenched and unclenched dangerously, and you knew you had to deescalate the situation quick. With a sardonic laugh, Hakari walked closer to him, coming face to face with Sukuna. “You don’t deserve her, man. Anyone can see how much she suffers because of you, you’re fine with that? She’s too good of a person to tell you anything but there are other people that care about her.”

The aura around Sukuna turned somehow even deadlier, and he brought his hands up to grab Hakari’s jacket and shook him harshly. “Know your place, fool,” Sukuna sneered, “you know nothing about her and mine’s relationship. Shut your mouth before I kick your ass.”

With a light chuckle, Hakari grabbed Sukuna’s hands and pulled them off him. “In that case she must know what a piece of shit you are, and how you bring disaster anywhere you go.” You frowned. Even though Sukuna and you were currently not living together, it bothered you that Hakari was saying these things to him, especially at seeing Sukuna stiffen at the last accusation.

“Hakari, stop. I’m sorry if I gave any indication that I felt any differently than our friendship…b-but I’m married and you’re my friend,” you felt tears rolling down your face already. Turning to look at you, Hakari smiled warmly at you, “I mean everything I said. I love you and I am there when you need me.”

At this, a loud thud sounded throughout the gardens and as if in slow motion, you saw Sukuna’s fist connect with Hakari’s jaw, sending him crashing to the ground. You gasped, and as you were leaning over to check on him, Sukuna turned on his heel and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him. Turning to look at Hakari, you saw him standing, and he shook his head, assuring you he was fine with a quick nod. You turned to look at Sukuna, trying to keep up with him with his long strides and fast pace. It was all so much harder in your heels and I he roared state.

“S-slow down. I can’t run with these shoes right now. And w-where are we going? I’m heading home.” Sukuna stopped, and for the first time it seemed that he really was seeing you. Turning to look at you, he fixed his grip on your wrist and said as if it was the most obvious thing ever, “we’re going home. You’re coming with me.”

Upset, you looked around the garden to see if there was anyone around. You began pulling your hand from His grip, trying to head back into the hotel. “N-no. I want to go to my place; I don’t want to be with you right now.” You kept pulling your hand from his, but it made no difference. Sukuna was much stronger than you, so the only one putting any real effort was you. “Stop acting like this you brat. You’re coming with me. This being apart is enough, I’m taking you to our home. Your place is with me.”

At this, you felt all the rage you had tried to keep bottled up spill and spread throughout your body. You had needed these words and assurance from earlier on. Why did he feel that he could just say this, and you would come running back? What’s more, you felt furious and stupid at knowing that you were so in love with him that as soon as he said those words, you’d forgive everything and the emotional neglect and go back to him.

Knowing you were not strong enough to pull away from him or move him, you still began pulling your hand from his grip. “So, when someone shows the slightest interest in me, that’s when you decide that you want me with you?” Sukuna’s eyes widened at your state. “Y/n- “a loud sob escaped from you as you continued to pull at him. “Just leave me alone, go find Yuki. She’s so much prettier and obviously better than me! Marry her, fuck her, just be with her and leave me alone!” As you continued your tirade, Sukuna tried to grab your other hand and growled, “I told you I never fucked her when I married you. Why are- “with your tears flowing freely now, you turned to look at him and brought your free hand to beat on his chest. “I don’t care about that! You went to her and talked to her about us, your problems, everything. I wanted you to trust me, want to confide in me. If you c-couldn’t love me, a-at least I wanted us to b-be friends and have you trust me more than anything.”

While your outburst had made you feel as if weeks of tension were lifted off your shoulders, you suddenly felt exhausted, and noticed that you were leaning heavily on Sukuna. He had let go of your hand, and had his hands lightly wrapped around you. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, sniffing loudly, and closing your eyes. “No, y/n. I’m sorry.” You both stayed like that for a couple of more second before you turned to walk away. Before you could get far, you felt his hand close around your wrist, and before you could argue, he pulled you towards him as he pulled you up and carried you over his shoulder.

“W-what are you doing! Let me go, I d-don’t want to go with you!” You wriggled around and began flailing around. Even though you were trying your best to have him drop you, his iron grip around your legs never wavered. You continued kicking your legs as best you could when you noticed Sukuna was walking towards a side door. With a quick knock, it was opened, and you saw Uraume usher the two of you in. “Hi Uraume,” you muttered, as you landed a kick to Sukuna’s ribs. With glee, you noticed his sharp intake of breath. “Hi Ms. Y/N, I-I’m sorry about this.”

With a wave of your hand, you assured him it was t your fault as you thought of something. You tried raising your head, but with your upside-down position and constant swinging instantly made you almost throw up. “Uraume, can you please find Shoko and tell her I’m with him?” You saw Uraume shift nervously, when Sukuna nodded, “go ahead. If she needs anything tell her to call me.”

As Uraume bowed and quickly ran off, you began to feel more nauseous. “Sukuna, please let me down.” With a chuckle, he began heading up some stairs. “No way doll, you’ll just try to get away.” As he continued to go up the stairs, your frustration began to bubble up again. “All I’ve asked is for you to trust me. This is uncomfortable and… w-why can’t you just trust me!” With renowned energy, you began flailing around again as Sukuna opened a side door and began walking down a new hallway.

“I h-hate you. So much,” you quietly sobbed as you hear Sukuna scan something and open a door. You could see that you were in one of the suites, and as he made his way to the bedroom, you continued to quietly sob, clutching fistfuls of his jacket.

Sukuna came to a stop, placing you carefully down. You knew you should have instantly left, walked away, but you had missed him. You had missed his warmth, his smell, and his sure hands, making you feel safe. Even if he had never told you he loved you, you liked to think he felt a semblance of something similar with his actions.

You felt his hand on the small of your back, his other hand on the back of your head pulling you to him, stroking your hair tenderly. “I really want to be with you, I know everything is so fucked up right now, but please come back to me.” You whimpered at his words, feeling your heart squeeze. Your hands came up to clutch at his lapels. “Do you really hate me little one?”

You quickly shook your head, nuzzling into him. Instantly, his arms tightened around you. “I should, but I don’t. I can’t.” You shuffled around and removed your ring, grabbing his hand and handing it to him. His eyes widened in fear, making you remember when you were kids, and how scared he would be whenever his father would yell at him. “Why are you taking this off?”

As you began to take a step back, he quickly walked towards you, eyes still wide with fear. “Sukuna, we can’t keep doing this to each other. You don’t want to be with me, I can’t give you what you need. It’s better if we go our separate ways, I-it’s better if we stop putting so much pressure on us.” You tried to keep walking back, but Sukuna reached out to grab your hand. “P-please, it’s okay. It will be hard at first, but we’ll be better down the road. I will talk to your father and say I asked for this.”

“So, you lied? When you said you loved me?”  Your eyes widened in surprise, why was he bringing this up? “N-no I didn’t lie, but this is not good for either of us- “as you were about to continue, you stopped talking once you saw Sukuna drop down to his knees and pull you towards him.

“Please don’t leave me,” he pleaded, wrapping his arms around your waist, and burying his face against your belly, “please stay with me, be with me y/n.”  You panicked. While you had known Sukuna pretty much your whole life, you had never seen him show such explicit emotion. “G-get up, it’s okay. It’ll be f-fine Sukuna.” He hugged you tighter, and you heard his voice break, “you don’t even believe that.”

You leaned down, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and tried getting him to stand. After coaxing him some more, he finally decided to stand up, but continued holding on to you. “You’re my best friend Y/N, and I know you don’t believe me but if you stay with me, I will make you believe it. My biggest mistake was leaving and not staying with you all those years back. I trust you wholeheartedly.”

He brought his hands up to your face, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. Looking into your eyes one last time, he leaned in and kissed you.

You tried to remain strong in your resolve, but Your heart won out in the struggle, and how could you reject him when his lips slotted perfectly against yours? With a wanton moan, you threw your arms around his neck, pressing as close to him as possible.  Sukuna’s hands explored your body hungrily, as if to remember the planes of your body after spending time apart. Walking you back towards the bed until the back of your knees pressed against it, he lowered you carefully as you two continued kissing, a clash of teeth and tongues.

He pulled back to look at you. His cock stirred, pressing uncomfortably against his slacks at your flushed face and swollen lips from kissing and crying.  He hated himself at seeing your red rimmed eyes, but his insides pooled with warmth at seeing the love filled gazed you looked at him with. “W-what’s wrong?” You whispered. With a smile, Sukuna shook his head, leaning down to peck your lips. “You’re beautiful y/n.” You flushed in embarrassment, turning your head. He gingerly grabbed your jaw, turning you to look at him and kissed the tip of your nose, then kissed your lips, once, twice before capturing your lips against his and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

Sukuna began to kiss down your neck and down to your chest. Nipping at your skin through the tule on your dress. Carding your fingers through his soft, pink locks, you arched your back as he made his way down to your core. Pulling the skirt of your dress up, he began bunching the fabric around you, and seeing your lacy black panties, pressed a soft kiss on your mound. He looked up at you and you quickly nodded, leaning back on your elbows.

Peeling your panties off, he began trailing kisses on your inner thigh, caressing the other one. As you squirmed, you could feel your slick pooling at the entrance of your cunt, incredibly aroused. Embarrassed at feeling so sensitive so fast, you involuntarily canted your hips up, causing Sukuna to chuckle. “S-sorry,” you whimpered. You felt his hands come up to your cunt, his thumbs spreading your lips open and pressing a kiss to your clit. “Don’t apologize doll. I would be buried in you all day if I could. Pressing another kiss to your clit, he licked a stripe up your cunt and latched on to your bud, sucking and flicking his tongue.

“Ahh. S-Sukuna, pl… ngh!” You whimpered loudly, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head as Sukuna inserted two fingers into you, scissoring and prepping you for him. His ministrations did not stop, he continued to suck at your clit like a starved man, while his fingers where now rubbing at that sponge y spot inside of you. You could feel warmth pulling in the pit of your stomach, your toes clenching as you felt your orgasm crashing over you, an over whelming amount of pleasure coasting all throughout your spine. As you tried to calm you breathing down, Sukuna got up from his place between your legs and looked down at you. With your hair in disarray and smudged makeup he had never found you more beautiful.

He smiled at you, and quickly got up to remove his jacket and shirt. As he moved to remove his belt, you quickly got up and placed your hands over his. “M-may I?” You quietly asked. If he was surprised, he didn’t show it, but with sure hands you quickly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Before you could lose your edge, you dropped his pants and began palming his hard cock over his boxers. Sukuna hissed, and with a sharp intake of breath, he shut his eyes tight. “Fuck doll- that feels good.” Without looking at him, you hooked your fingers on the elastic and began pulling them down. As you were about to free his cock, he gently held one wrist with his large hand and with the other placed a finger under your jaw, turning your head up to look at him.

“While I would love to fuck your mouth, you don’t have to do this doll.” You quickly shook your head, speaking with more confidence than what you felt, “I want to. I’ve never d-done this though, so I’m sorry if I’m bad.” A smirk spread over Sukuna’s face as he leaned in to peck your forehead, “we have a lifetime to practice.”

With that last reassurance, you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bed. Pushing him to sit down, you quickly brought your hands to the back of your dress to unzip it. Pooling at your feet, you quickly stepped to the side, and realizing you had not worn a bra, you were now naked with just your heels on. Looking back at Sukuna, you saw him shift impatiently, but giving you your time. The look he was giving you, though, made you clench instantly, and you could feel your slick pooling at your entrance again.

Stepping out of your heels, you quickly walked towards him and kneeled in front of him. Hooking your fingers in the elastic once more, you began to pull his boxers down. Sukuna raised his hips, and once you had freed his cock, it smacked against his hard stomach with a soft thwap.

His size always surprised you, even if you both had already slept together. You see a bead of pre on his tip, with shaky hands you run your thumb over his slit, smearing it across his cock. You pump him a few more times and after seeing him shudder in pleasure, you run your tongue across his slit slowly. With a low groan, Sukuna shuts his eyes and throws his head back. Your confidence building, you take him in your mouth, as far as you can. When you feel close to your limit, you leave him in your mouth a few second before coming up for air.

You see Sukuna breathing heavy, and with newfound confidence, you run your tongue along the thick vein underneath his shaft and around the bulbous head. You take him in once more, and bob your head up and down, your hand squeezing lightly at where you cannot reach him, your other hand fondling his balls lightly. You took him once more as far as you could go, feeling him in the back of your throat. Humming, you turned to look at Sukuna, whose eyes were squeezed shut. You began bobbing your head up and down once more, feeling him twitch inside of you.

Running your tongue along his shaft, you felt Sukuna’s hand card through your hair, and before you knew it, he had pulled you off him. Confused, you were about to ask him if you had done anything wrong, when you saw him pump his cock a few times and warm spurts of cum began coating your tits. Before you could say anything else, Sukuna leaned down, kissing you passionately, and pulling you into his arms. You flung your arms around his neck, trying to get as close to him as possible. Your pebbled nipples rubbed against his chest, causing you to moan into his mouth, and as you grind lightly against him, you felt his still hard cock rub against your lower stomach.

As you continued kissing, Sukuna flipped the two of you, laying you down gently and pressing you down with his body. You brought one hand down to stroke his dick lightly, as he began nipping at your jaw. Moving lower, he began kissing your breasts lovingly, leaving purple and red marks on his path. Sukuna left one last mark, then took in a pebbled nipple in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the bud, his other hand came up to twist and pull at your other breast, not satisfied until it was a pointed peak.

As you arched your back to press your breasts against him, you increased the pressure on his cock, and feeling your release close you whimpered. “I-I’m close, darling.”

At the loving pet name, Sukuna released you instantly, and leaned up to look at you. You were about to complain, when you felt him press the tip of his leaking cock against your clit. “I want to feel you cream around my dick baby. And I’m sorry I surprised you there, but if I’m going to cum again, I’m going to cum inside of you,” and before you could say anything, he sheathed himself in you in one thrust.

Giving you a few moments to adjust, he nuzzled into your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses along your pulse point. Once you felt your fluttering hole adjust a bit more to him, you expected him to begin moving erratically, but where surprised when Sukuna began grinding his hips against you slowly, sensually. He cupped your jaw with his large hand and turned you so he could look into your eyes as he fucked into you slowly.

As he kept grinding into you, he pressed his forehead against yours and looked at you lovingly. With his other hand, he brought it down between the two of you and began rubbing tight circles on your sensitive, puffy clit. You whimpered at the overstimulation, loud moans bubbling out of you. You felt your release nearing again, and Sukuna felt it too, at the way your body began to tense once more.

“Are you close doll?” You could only nod, tears beginning to gather at your lash line. While you had already had sex with Sukuna, this time felt different. This felt like he truly cared about you and was trying to convey everything he couldn’t tell you this way. All you had wanted was to feel this closeness and being needed from him, and feeling as if he truly loved you, your orgasm washed over you, overwhelmingly stronger than you had felt before.

Sukuna continued rubbing circles on your clit, still rolling his hips into your abused hole. But as you brought your hands up to hug him closer to you, his breathing became raged and with a few more pumps, you felt the too familiar warm ropes of fun painting your insides. As the two of you continued breathing heavy, you brought one hand up to run your nails up and down his scalp. He pressed a fast kiss on your lips and leaned into your neck to muzzle into you.

You didn’t know how long you remained in that position, but it felt right. As Sukuna’s Cock became flaccid, you could feel his cum seeping it of your hole.  Pulling out of you slowly, he quickly got up and walked over to the bathroom. You sat up, and before you could get up, he came back with a damp cloth and began cleaning you up. As he ran the towel over your breasts, he cleared his throat. “We can go home, or if you’re too tired we can just stay here.”

You felt the wave of exhaustion wash over you, the adrenaline of the whole situation long gone. “We can stay here if it’s okay with you.” His head snapping to look at you, you smiled and leaned into him, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “O-okay.” He quickly tossed the towel onto a nearby chair, and pulling you to him, covered the two of you with a blanket.

A thought did pop into your head, preventing you from falling asleep. “How did you have this room ready.” You felt Sukuna shift uncomfortably behind you. Your heart began to stop, thinking that he might have gotten this room for him and someone else. “I already had this plan to drag you here so we could talk. We would be leaving together no matter what in my head,” he said as he pulled pins out of your hair. “I didn’t count on Hakari confessing his love for you,” he added petulantly. You could hear the pout in his voice. Giggling softly, you turned in his arms to look up at him, “for now let’s sleep. We can talk tomorrow, yeah?”

Smiling, Sukuna nodded, and pressing a quick kiss to your lips, shut the light off.

The next morning, you began stirring, feeling too hot. As you opened your eyes, you noticed you were on Sukuna’s chest. Blinking rapidly, you tried to not move a lot in case he was still asleep. As you settled on his chest once more, you noticed your ring was back in your left hand. As you brought your hand closer, you heard a soft hum reverberating under you. “I hope you don’t mind, I put it on last night.”

You turned to look at him, resting your cheek against him. “It’s okay, I was planning to ask you for it.” Smiling, he ran his finger along your jaw. “Uraume came by this morning, you only had your dress, so he dropped some clothes off for the two of us. We can have breakfast here or back home; I know I promised you a conversation.”

Nodding, you began to get up, Sukuna following behind you. The two of you were still naked, which made you flush instantly. As you walked over to the bathroom, you felt Sukuna following closely behind you. As you turned on the water, he stood behind you, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

As you were about to get in, he cleared his throat, “Mind if I jump in with you?” You smiled, trying not to look at his body, but failing miserably, “s-sure, come on in.” With a smile, he followed in behind you. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything. I’m sure you want to get home already, and if we start, we’ll just stay here another night.”

Your thighs clenched instantly at his words, something not missed by him. With a chuckle, he began to wash his hair as you started to wash your body. While he was right, in that you wanted to go home already, you enjoyed having sex with Him, and being in closed quarters with him, made you throb with need. Besides, you couldn’t help but wonder how it would be to have shower sex with him.

Before you could jump him, you finished showering and hoped out, Sukuna following close behind. Both of you changed, exchanging a few words. Once ready, you gathered your things and headed down to the lobby, where Sukuna asked the valet for his car. Soon, both of you were on the way to your home. As Sukuna parked in the garage, you both got off and headed towards the elevator. As you waited for the right floor, Sukuna shifted nervously from foot to foot. He never acted like this, so you figured he was nervous for whatever reason. As the doors opened to your floor and Sukuna opened the door for you, you quickly dropped your bag in the table near the entrance, removing your shoes and walking towards the living room.

Deciding it was best if you were not close to him while you talked, you sat in the armchair near the window. Sukuna had followed you in and sat across from you in the couch. Looking at him expectantly, you brought your clenched hands to rest on your lap. “I know that when I asked you to marry me, you were confused. There are various reasons why I wanted to marry you, but I can assure you it was never to take advantage of you Y/N.” He ran his hands through his hair, seemingly nervous to open up to you.

“When I said that I would never cheat on you, I meant it. Yuki was an ex…well, she can’t even be called that. We never officially dated, just…slept together but all of that stopped long before I planned to ask you to marry me.”

“I understand why you’re hurt; you feel like I don’t trust you or don’t want to confide in you,” Sukuna paused, taking a deep breath, “but it’s nothing like that. I would trust you with my life. I just am trying to not drag you into my shit.” Leaning forward, Sukuna rested his elbows on his knees, covering his face with his hands. You almost went to him, but stopped yourself, you were somewhat getting the answers you had been looking for.

“I know how you felt before about me…feel, still,” he continued. “And I want you to know that you were always the most important person for me growing up. Every single second I spent with you was the best. If you’re worried you don’t have my…affection, don’t be. My heart has always been yours. I know that you’re probably more confused than before, but I’m trying to protect you from my bullshit. Please, just trust me.”

You were conflicted. Knowing Sukuna all your life, you knew when he was being sincere and when he was lying. You knew he was being sincere as he was never big in showing his real emotions throughout his life. He seemed scared of you leaving and knowing that he was open to telling you the reason for his change made you feel somewhat relieved. Standing, you walked over to him, and kneeling in front of him, you cradled his face with your hands, pressing your forehead against his.

“Your problems became mine the moment we got married. I’ll be waiting for you to be ready to tell me what is going on, but for now, all I ask is for you to tell me anytime you need me.” Eyes glassing over, he placed his hands over your own, nodding and kissing you deeply. As you pulled away, you ran your nose along his, and standing up, quickly brushed a stray tear from your eye. “Now, what do you want for breakfast?” With a smile, he stood and followed behind you as you walked over to the kitchen, “at this point anything. It got ugly while you were not here.” Smiling, you began to prepare breakfast as Sukuna sat at the bar and proceeded to tell you everything you had missed while you had been away.

The next morning you woke earlier than usual. You noticed a Sukuna’s heavy arm draped over your waist. Giggling softly, you carefully removed yourself from his embrace and got up to get ready for the day.  After a quick shower and putting your clothes on for the day, you noticed Sukuna was still asleep, and being early you headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast and a bento for Sukuna. After packing everything up, you heard the bedroom door opening and Sukuna’s footsteps heading your way. “Morning doll,” he muttered, voice still heavy with sleep. He walked over to you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Sounds like you had a restful night,” you said, smiling.

“Best night in weeks, honestly,” Sukuna said as he bit into his toast. Smiling, you quickly went for your bag and quickly came back to eat breakfast with your husband. Later, as you were both heading out the door, you turned to Sukuna sheepishly. “Sorry to assume, but will you be driving me to work?” With a grin, he grabbed into your hand and led you to his car, opening the door for you and ushering you in. After a quick drive, he pulled to the front of your office and leaned over the console to grab your neck and pull you towards him, “I hope you don’t mind I can’t walk you in today doll, but there’s a meeting I have to head to. Mm… I can be a little late if you want though.”

You instantly felt heat pooling at the pit of your stomach. Shaking your head slightly, you smiled, “No, I understand. I’ll see you after work,” and leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips. As you were about to pull away, Sukuna’s grip on your neck tightened slightly and he pulled you back in. He began kissing you feverishly, you with the same enthusiasm. As your kissing began escalating, he bit your lower lip lightly, making you whimper, and he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

As you continued kissing and tongues sloppily caressing each other, you pulled away before things escalated more. Rubbing your nose against his, you shakily said, “you better go now, or you’ll be late. I don’t want you to get in trouble on my accord.” With a smirk, he let go of you and ran his thumb across your lip. “We’ll continue this later at home, we do gotta make up for lost time.” Instantly blushing, you quickly gathered your things and got off the car. Before you could close the door though, you head Sukuna calling out your name. Turning, you looked at him. “I’m glad your back home doll, back with me Y/N.” With wide eye, you nodded and closed the door. As Sukuna drove away, you waved, and once you were no longer able to see his car, you walked into your office.

As you made your way into your building, you quickly shut the door to your office, hoping to get some work done quietly, when the door slammed open. “What the hell happened last night! Are you okay?” Shoko whispered loudly, making her way around your desk to stand in front of you. After making sure the door was closed, you pulled her over to the couch.

“Everything is fine, I moved back in with him and we had a good conversation,” you said. The frown in Shoko’s face let you know she did not believe you. “O-okay. I know that makes you happy, so I’m happy, but why did I see Hakari with a busted lip this morning? And also, I saw that whore Yuki yesterday. So trashy," Shoko muttered, "Do I need to kick her ass still?” Eyes widening, you cursed inwardly. After all the events of last night and this morning, you had completely forgotten about Sukuna decking Hakari.

“Geez, I dont want to think about her right now, she's not important. But, fuck, do you know if Hakari is in yet?” Shoko looked at you worriedly, “he said he had some on site meetings today, so he won’t be in until later or maybe until tomorrow depending on how they go. What happened Y/N?” Shutting your eyes and rubbing your temples slightly, you groaned, “last night Hakari said he was in love with me and wanted to know if I would consider him. Basically, Sukuna heard and after some back and forth, punched him.”

Since this had been the longest you had ever heard Shoko being quiet, you quickly turned to look at her. With wide eyes, she looked at you and whistled lowly, “Geez, so much happened yesterday. What are you going to do?” You knew you owed him to have a conversation with him. Even though he was such an amazing employee, you had to realize it was possible he would be uncomfortable working for you and would ask to leave. While that was a possibility that would be a huge blow to your company, you saw him as a good friend first and would take that chance stead you took Advantage of him.

“I need to tell him it is not going to happen, even if I was not with Sukuna,” you said quietly. Nodding, Shoko quickly brought her hand over yours and squeezed reassuringly. Clearing her throat, she quickly got up and brushed her pants, “well, all we can do now is work, we have a meeting in 5 minutes to discuss the upcoming quarter, so let’s go.”

With a smile, you quickly stood up and followed her out into the hall and into the conference room. As you took your seat at the head of the table, others quickly began filing in. After a few pleasantries, one of the executives, Nanami, began his presentation. You had always enjoyed Nanami’s presentations, you never found them boring, always concise and to the point. For some reason today, you were not able to focus. You suddenly began to feel dizzy, and your vision began to blur. Closing your eyes, you tried to breathe in deeply to calm yourself. “Do you need to step out Y/n?” Nanami’s voice jolted your eyes open. “No, sorry. Please, continue,” you smiled tightly. Looking at you worriedly, Nanami’s lips set in a thin line as he continued. Stealing a glance at you, Shoko worriedly whispered over to you, “step out, I will take over.”

You quickly shook your head, flashing a smile at her. Shoko frowned, but new not to press you right now. As the presentation continued, you began to feel dizzier, and your ears began to ring. Once Nanami finished and the usual post presentation questions were done, you got up to deliver a few remarks when your vision suddenly began spotting.  All you could remember was Shoko’s yelp of worry as everything went dark around you.

Sukuna walked into the cafe, and after a nod to the owner, headed towards the back. Sure enough, Hakari was sitting there, scrolling through his phone. “I didn’t think you’d come Hakari,” said Sukuna, pulling out a chair. “Well, how could I say no to an old classmate?”

With a hum, Sukuna began clenching his hands. “You know what I want to talk to you about,” Sukuna said drily. Taking a sip of his coffee, Hakari turned to look at him drily, “you know how I feel. I know how she feels. I don’t give a fuck how you feel. What else is there to talk about?” Sighing, Sukuna rubbed his eyes, “By the way, I’m sorry about that.” Nodding towards Hakari’s busted lip, Hakari smiled. “I know you well enough to know when you’re lying.” With a chuckle, Sukuna shook his head. “I’m sorry, only because I know it bothered Y/N, but in my opinion, you deserved it. Maybe I should apologize to her about it. Also, I came to talk to you as a man. To ask you to leave her alone.”

Scoffing, Hakari leaned back on his chair. “Please Sukuna, I hear how she suffers because of you. I see how it brings her down that you don’t give her the love she needs. Even if you have known each other since you were children, do you think that old friendship is the only thing that can keep the two of you together? Don’t you think she needs love and affection from you, the person she loves the most? I know that she does not love me, but I want to give her that option when you inevitably break her heart, and she realizes you don’t love her.”

Sukuna stared at Hakari, mulling over his words. He understood where he was coming from, but he didn’t know your history together. Sighing, Sukuna leaned forward, trying to choose his words carefully. “I love Y/N. I love her more than I can fathom Kinji. I am an idiot for not having told her this before, I was just hoping I made it obvious enough. I will love her for the rest of my days, making sure I am worthy of her, but if I have to fight you again for her, I will do that.”

Hakari looked at Sukuna with wide eyes, never imagining he’d sat those words. Noticing he was staring at his phone strangely, he decided to end this meeting as soon as possible. He still had one last concern though. “I can respect that. But with this new start, will you tell Y/N you’re the reason her parents passed away?”

Hearing those words made the usually sure Sukuna blanched, all color draining from his face. As he was reminded of the reason why he had tried to keep Y/N at arm’s length, his phone kept buzzing. Trembling, he picked up the call. “Ieiri, right now is not a go- “Hakari frowned. Something must have happened for Shoko to call Sukuna directly. He knew it was not work related, so it had to be about Y/N for her to be calling him with how much she disliked him.

Sukuna felt lightheaded. He never imagined his world would come crumbling so easily down. At Shoko’s next words, Sukuna felt despair he had not felt in very long. “Shut up and listen to me. Y/N is in the hospital.”

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smut + seonghwa + house of cards !!

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

➵ Pairing : Seonghwa X Fem!Reader

➵ Genre : Smut + Angst

➵ W.C : 831

➵ Warnings : Toxic relationship, Mentions of arguments+fighting, Drunk sex, Seonghwa isn’t lucid, Marking, Overstimulation, Seonghwa doesn’t pull out, Aftercare, Crying, Mentions of the pill.

➵ A/N: Under 16’s DNI

© 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost or use my work in any way, shape or form

It was destined to fall apart.

You and Seonghwa were different, too different, to ever work. The fights, the arguments, the tears.. they were endless when you were together. It wasn’t as if he was a bad guy, but just the way you two were together.. it wasn’t right. Too much time together and you became completely different people, negative, rude, drained. He would bring you so high, to the clouds even, but inevitably you would always crash to the ground. You both weren’t toxic people, but the relationship? God, it was like the shit Joker fell in. It fucked with your mind, to the point you lose your true self.

So, despite all of this, why were you in his arms right now?

“Sh-…shit Y/N, you feel s’good-“

Seonghwa’s words broke off as he moaned, the sound deep and beautiful as he kissed the shell of your ear. His hips were relentless as he rocked into you, head resting in the crook of your neck while he peppered your skin with quick kisses. You returned the favour vigorously, partly to stifle your whimpers as Seonghwa pulled you further down the bed by the hips. With this change of angle, he was hitting that certain spot with every thrust, abusing it as Seonghwa chased his own high. There was no rhythm to his movements, yet the sheer power behind them had you reeling. Fuck, he was definitely talented.

“H-Hwa please!- so cl-lose-!”

Seonghwa chuckled almost sadistically, muffling your squeals with his lips when he pressed a passionate kiss to them. You were squeezing him tight against you, almost buckling his arms as you clung to him in desperation. That’s what the two of you were; desperate, stupid fools. You both knew you weren’t good together, but Seonghwa couldn’t help but come knocking on your door when he’d drunk himself into a stupor once again. He can’t live with you, can’t live without you. So he goes halfway, playing with both your emotions and his just for a good fuck.

“Come on babe, come for me. Come all over my cock.”

It didn’t take too long for you to follow through with his words, clenching so tight on him that it felt as if you were trying to milk him of all of his cum. His head was fuzzy with the alcohol running through his system, and the closer to his high he got, the more blurry you seemed. So he closed his eyes. You on the other hand we’re writhing underneath Seonghwa with the painful pleasure of him overstimulating you, body soon becoming tense as you felt him throb inside you.

“Hwa! P-Pull out! Seonghwa! Don’t!-“

Your words were soon cut off however when you felt the familiar sensation of Seonghwa’s hot cum spilling into you, the male ears ringing as sweat poured from his forehead. He was hardly lucid anymore, body shaking as he slowly rode out his high. When he finally pulled out and opened his eyes, his heart plummeted to his stomach when he saw you sobbing underneath him. Everything slowly started to come back to him, and he quickly enveloped you in a hug, shushing you as he stroked the top of your head.

“Hey hey shh.. don’t cry.. I’m so fucking sorry Y/N.”

Despite how angry you were at him now, you only had the energy to curl into him, snivelling like a baby onto his chest as he rubbed your bare back. Guilt tore through his body, his jaw gritted as tears stung at his own eyes. Why didn’t he stop?

“Do you want me to.. go get the pill? There might be a pharmacy open now-“

You shook your head quickly, snaking your arms around his waist, still wanting to be as close to him as possible. You needed comfort right now, and sadly he was the only one who could give it to you.

“Tomorrow. I-… I need you to s-stay with me right now.”

Nodding solemnly, Seonghwa rested his head on yours, sighing when you nestled your head in his chest. What hurt him the most however, is that this wasn’t the last nail in the coffin. You’d separate for a while, one of you would come calling, and you’d end up here again, together yet still hurt beyond compare.

“Whatever you need baby, and I mean anything, I’ll give it to you. Let’s go get you cleaned up, hm?”

You nodded into his warm muscle, pulling away with red eyes. He helped you out of bed slowly, taking you to the bathroom and sitting you on his lap as he ran the bath. You rested against him, expressionless and skin crawling as you watched the bath fill with water. Both of you were sat quietly, the silence thick and heavy, suffocating almost. Yet another example of why you’re bad for each other, now added to the long list already formed.

You two were a house of cards, destined to fall apart.

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[koolkat9]

Warm and Cozy

Rating: T

Relationship: GerFrukPort

Word Count: 770

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Arthur couldn’t breathe. Flames danced behind his closed eyes as he fought for air. His lungs burned, but as he blinked open his blurry eyes it wasn’t smoke that scorched them. He wasn’t even in the midst of the burning street. Instead, he was squished between two warm bodies; Afonso and Francis. It would have been a nice wake-up call that he really needed if they weren’t suffocating him.

Carefully, Arthur wiggled out of the embrace to catch his breath. He looked over to ensure his lovers were still fast asleep only to find one missing. Had Ludwig even come to bed after Arthur, Francis, and Afonso turned in for the night?

Well, it wasn’t like Arthur was going to be going back to bed anytime soon, his body still shaking from the nightmare before. He set off into the dark halls in search of his missing lover.

Ludwig sat hunched over the kitchen table, a collection of papers splayed out and a mug in his grip.

“Have you been up this entire time?” Arthur asked, leaning against the door frame.

Ludwig straightened. “What are you doing up?”

“I asked my question first.”

Ludwig peeked over his shoulder. “Maybe I have…Now what are you doing up?”

Arthur sauntered over to the table, taking a seat across from Ludwig. “Nightmare.”

“I see. Want to talk about it?”

“Not really. I barely remember it anyway.”

“There should be some tea left if you want. Chamomile.”

Arthur smiled, giving Ludwig a peck on the cheek as he passed by him on the way to the kettle. With a mug in hand, he joined Ludwig once again, this time sitting beside him so he could rest his head on Ludwig’s shoulder.

They lapsed into silence, Arthur watching lazily as Ludwig’s pencil scratched along the papers. He should have been telling Ludwig to get to bed, that the paperwork would be there in the morning. But he didn’t. He wasn’t ready to go to sleep, and he didn’t want to be up alone.

“You two should be in bed,” Francis rasped, appearing in the doorway with a half-asleep Afonso lagging behind.

“I’m almost done,” came Ludwig’s automated reply.

Francis scoffed, marching over to the table and snatching up the papers.

“Francis–” But before Ludwig could get another word out, two arms slunk around his neck.

“Vem cá, meu amor,” Afonso murmured into Ludwig’s hair, “You’ve worked so hard already. Just come to bed, and we can all cuddle.”

“And what are you doing up?” Francis asked, turning to Arthur accusingly.

“Couldn’t get back to sleep,” Arthur shrugged.

Francis pursed their lips, eyes narrowing, but they didn’t press the issue. “Afonso’s right, let’s get to bed. We don’t have to sleep right away, but at least we’re resting. Together.”

“Let us finish our tea first,” Arthur huffed.

Francis rolled his eyes but let them finish. As soon as the last drop was drunk, he was shooing both Arthur and Ludwig back to bed with the help of Afonso.

Arthur flopped onto the bed, Ludwig crawling in beside him more carefully. Afonso pressed up behind Arthur, holding just how he knew Arthur liked it: a bit of pressure around the waist, nose buried in the crook of the Brit’s neck so he could steal an occasional kiss on the nape. Francis slunk halfway on top of Ludwig so he wouldn’t be able to sneak off.

Arthur couldn’t help but smile slightly, warm and cozy with all his lovers.

Ludwig was the first to nod off. Good. He had been having trouble sleeping, working late into the night, and overthinking everything he still had to do once he finally did come to bed. At least now he was sound asleep, face finally relaxed.

Francis followed not long after. Ear over Ludwig’s heart, the beat sending him off. He always had such long lashes that mesmerized Arthur.

“You need to sleep,” Afonso mumbled against Arthur’s neck.

“Yeah, Yeah. I’m going. You need to sleep too.”

“Not until you do, meu coelho. Can’t have you up and stressing.”

A light blush spread across Arthur’s face. Afonso kissed up and down his neck turning Arthur’s limbs into goo. He didn’t know if he wanted to curse his Portuguese lover out because how dare he know all of his weaknesses or if he should inch a little closer and willingly melt in Afonso’s warmth.

But sleep gave him his answer: a quiet acceptance of the affection he so desperately craved and now got without so much as a word. It didn’t take him long before the warmth lulled him back to sleep.

Translations: Vem cá, meu amor = Come now, love

meu coelho = my bunny

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[lewisyellowhelmet]

Bestie just imagining what post wedding sex would be like with Lewis makes me feel all types of ways 😩 I see him being so impatient and probably wanting everyone to leave asap lol but when it finally happens? best night ever

obsessed with this. obsessed with you. kinda wanna write this whole thing out properly. i hope this is kinda what u were thinking of!! thanks bestie x

You’re only halfway through the reception when Lewis finds you by the bar, discreetly pulls your hand to him, can we go soon, baby, I wanna be inside you so badly. And you can’t help but laugh at him, half hard in his suit, cheeky grin on his face. Be patient, Lew. Go dance with your Mum.

The best night of your life. Italy in late summer. Fairy lights. Wine. Music. Your families, now combined, made into one. Your new husband spinning you around the cobbled dance floor. 

Slow dancing, face in his shoulder, hands under his suit jacket to rest on his waist. A rare moment together after the chaos of the wedding and making sure to say hi to everyone. Now can we go, you look so pretty, I love you so much, wanna show you, he murmurs, and you kiss his jaw, his mouth, laughing when drunk people cheer for the married couple, telling him, nearly there, hold it together a bit longer, babe. 

Drunk with your friends, emotional, in love. Can’t stop hugging people or being hugged. Even this late at night, the air is still warm and thick. Keep meeting Lewis’ eyes across the room, ache in your throat when he smiles at you, every time. 

Your final exit, kissing your parents, kissing his parents, your bridesmaids, his groomsmen, so many people. People throwing petals and rice. Nieces and nephews over-tired and clinging to your skirt. Lewis’ strong hand in yours as you ran through the human tunnel to the car. Stopping again, more hugs, more kisses, last pictures. 

And then, finally, the quiet of the backseat of the wedding car. The dark Italian countryside floating by outside on the way back to the villa. Pressed into the window, Lewis kissing down your neck, mumbling against your skin, can’t believe we’re married, you’re my wife, I’m so happy, gonna fuck you so good, baby. 

Instructing him on how to get you out of the dress in the bedroom, windows thrown open so you can hear the cicadas. Someone’s lit candles, the mesh curtains floating in the cool breeze. You have years of sex behind you, now, but something feels different, fresh. Your rings clink together when you help him unbutton his shirt. Lewis grins at you, and you want to cry again, overcome. Your husband. 

My wife, my wife he keeps saying, sitting back on his heels in the bed, between your legs, running his hands up and down your body. You can’t do anything but beam up at him, pull him down to you. 

Wanna make love to you, he says, the head of him brushing over you, hot and wet, warm eyes, warm words. 

Yeah, you whisper, hands in his hair, can’t stop kissing him, feeling his mouth on yours, his tongue, Yeah, I want you, too.

His face in your hands, the sound of the countryside outside, flicker of candles. Lewis fucking you into the plush mattress, keeps his gaze on you, like he he would rather die than look away. Smiles like he’s so proud of himself when he gets sounds out of you, your legs around his waist. 

Slow. Warm. Wrapped up together. Matching rings. I love you, he says, when he comes, I love you. 

Finally falling asleep as dawn breaks the horizon, tangled together. 

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[queerxqueen]

Fool Me Once: A Byler High School AU

Senior year. It took nearly three years of growing apart, but Will Byers has finally gotten used to life without Mike Wheeler. He has El, he has Max, he has his art, and, as of two days ago, he has a full ride to art school in Chicago, so things are good. Right? So when Mike climbs through his window one night and stumbles back into his life, Will’s not prepared for the resurgence of old feelings—and even less prepared for the possibility that they might not be as hopeless as he always thought. With the expiration date of graduation looming, Will has to figure out not only his future, but what exactly he and Mike are to each other.

Since it's almost time for posting, I thought I'd share a short excerpt from the first chapter! Can't wait to share this story with y'all.

Excerpt:

Mike looks down for a beat before turning, slowly, back toward the window, as if hoping Will might stop him. But Mike stops himself and whirls back toward Will and Will tenses.

“Look, I’m sorry, you know?” says Mike.

It’s the last thing Will expected to hear from his mouth. But Mike’s eyes are wide and earnest, his expression pleading, and he looks so much like the Mike that Will had really fucking loved, once.

“We used to be—like, best friends. And I know it’s my fault we’re not anymore but—” Mike breaks off and exhales. “Just—happy birthday, yeah?”

He moves to duck out the window, shoulders hunched, and Will is frozen, the moment splitting into two choices. Like a choose-your-own-adventure book. To protect your heart and let Mike walk out of your life, possibly for good this time, turn to page 3. To risk getting your heart stomped on again and stop him, turn to page 7.

Will jolts forward. It was never really a choice.

“Wait!” Will says, and Mike turns where he’s halfway out the window, crouched, perfectly framed by it, searching Will’s eyes with something adjacent to hope. Will sighs. “Do you…”

Mike is silent, still hanging out the window.

No turning back now.

“Do you actually want to be friends again, or are you just—drunk, and nostalgic?”

Mike’s brows furrow, not confused, but almost hurt. But then the pinch between his brows smooths and Mike looks him dead in the eye.

He seems stone cold sober when he says, “I want you in my life again.”

Will exhales, not having realized he was holding his breath, but it comes out a sigh. Which is good, because it makes him sound like he’s annoyed or exasperated, which is a lot safer than the truth. That Mike coming here, saying this, feels like a dream, and he doesn’t trust it, but god does he like it.

“You shouldn’t go all the way home this late,” Will said. “If you need to crash—”

Mike surges from the window. “Yeah? A sleepover, like old times?”

Will nods, not trusting his voice when Mike is suddenly in his space again, eyes bright, smiling. Will turns away to get the spare blankets and pillows down from his closet.

They don’t say much as they awkwardly dance around each other in the small space. Mike settles on the floor next to Will’s bed, just like he used to when they were kids and they would stay up late talking until the dark outside turned bright again.

This time, Will just asks Mike if it’s okay to shut off the light.

Once Will is tucked in bed, he listens to Mike breathing a few inches and several thousand miles away.

���Goodnight,” Mike whispers, shortly before his breathing evens out as he's lulled to sleep.

Will stays awake for a long time.

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[dingusfreakhxrrington]

A Drunk Confession - Steddie

paring: steve harrington x eddie munson

summary: when eddie and robin take a drunk steve home, they find out he’s maybe a little too talkative about how much he likes a certain metalhead.

warnings: alcohol consumption, drunk steve, coming out, mostly just tooth-rotting fluff, some kissing at the end

word count: 3.7k

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With her parents and younger sister out of town on a small vacation, Nancy decided to invite everyone over for a little get-together. After everything they’d all been through, she had figured doing something normal together for once was far overdue.

Well, it was more Robin’s idea but Nancy had eventually caved to stop her constant nagging.

So, now they all sat lounging around at the Wheeler’s after what had turned into a small bit of a party. Well, to call it a party might have been too much but after Steve had just a little too much to drink he was quick to his feet, skipping his way over to the radio to put some music on.

Eddie groaned when the sound of awful pop music started to bounce around the room but as he watched Steve start to dance, finally letting himself unwind, he began to enjoy it just a little. Not that he would admit that to anyone when he scarcely wanted to admit it to himself.

The kids were soon joining in. Max and El jumped around together, soon pulling the boys up to dance with them, and before they knew it almost everyone was dancing around.

It went on for a while and, by the time Steve had finished a few more drinks, Robin found herself plopping down next to Eddie.

She took a minute to catch her breath after dancing around with the others before asking, “You don’t want to dance?”

Eddie shook his head. “Nah, not really my kind of music. Go back if you want, I don’t need anyone to babysit me here. I’m good just sitting here watching everyone finally having some fun.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Eds. I’m not sitting here to keep you company. I’m exhausted.”

Eddie chuckled and held out his beer for her. “Might help recharge you a little. Just don’t give any to Harrington, he’s definitely had enough.”

With a smile, Robin took a swig of the bitter liquid. “Yeah, getting him home is going to be a struggle.”

They laughed together as they watched Steve stumble around. He yelled out a few times, constantly reminding Dustin how much he loved him, and almost knocked a couple of the kids over while they were dancing.

“Well,” Robin sighed as she passed Eddie his beer and pushed herself back to her feet, “I better go stop him from helping himself to another bottle.”

“Hey, Robin? I can take him home if you want. I haven’t had much to drink, I’m still good to drive.”

She squinted her eyes at him, knowing she wouldn’t trust his driving on a good day.

“Unless you want to try carrying him halfway across town on your own? Come on, I’ve had like two beers. I’ll drive you both, it’ll be fine. No one is out on the street this late anyway,” he insisted, shaking his half-empty bottle to show how little he’d had.

With a sigh, Robin looked over her shoulder at Steve. He could barely stand up straight, let alone walk home. Any other day he’d just crash there but they knew the Wheeler’s were going to be home early the next day and if they found anyone other than Mike and Nancy home they could kiss goodbye to hanging out together in their basement.

“Yeah, okay. Fine. But if we crash I swear to-”

“We won’t crash, just get Steve.” He shook his head with a small smile, finishing off the last of his beer before gathering up their things.

When Robin returned with Steve, Eddie helped her hold him up as he awkwardly tried to pull Steve’s jacket on. “Come on, just put your arms through for us.”

“We’re leaving?” Steve whined with his words slurring a little.

“Mm-hmm, so you better put this on, big boy. It’s cold out.”

Although they thought Steve was going to protest again he complied, going unusually quiet as he did so. He let Eddie help him get his arm through his jacket sleeve while Robin pushed his other arm through the other side.

“There, much better. Now, let’s get you home.” She smiled, turning to Eddie who gave her a subtle nod, letting her know he could carry Steve on his own.

Robin led the way out to the van, stopping to bid everyone farewell before opening the front door for Eddie and Steve. Walking Steve was as difficult as Eddie predicted it to be. He was stumbling over his own two feet with almost his entire body weight leaning onto Eddie, who was desperately trying to hold him up.

When Robin opened the van door for him, Eddie slumped Steve into the backseat.

“Will he be okay back there?” Robin asked as she climbed into the passenger seat, looking back at Steve as she closed the door shut behind her.

Eddie, who had already turned the engine on with his hands placed firmly on the wheel, turned back to check on him. Steve was lying across the seat, his limbs sprawled out as he tried to figure out where he now was.

“Yeah, he’ll be fine. I think. I’ll drive careful.”

Robin hummed, silently praying that they would get him home safe and sound without too many bumps and bruises.

Before long they were pulling up outside the Harrington’s home so they quickly pulled Steve out of the van, walking him up to the front door. Knowing no one was home tonight, Robin stuck her hand into a nearby plant pot and pulled out their spare key to save them the trouble of trying to find Steve’s.

Eddie figured it made sense that Robin knew where the spare was kept and now he supposed he knew too.

“Hey, Steve? You’re home.” Eddie peered down at him, trying to get through to him but rather than reply, Steve only continued to lean against Eddie, his head swinging slightly from where it was hanging low.

“Let’s just get him to bed,” Robin suggested and Eddie hummed, agreeing it was the best option.

It took them a good while to hoist Steve up the stairs but Eddie did his best to carry him along and finally, the heavy weight of Steve’s drunken body was shifted from him to the comfortable-looking bed in the middle of the room.

“Is he okay to leave on his own? Won’t he like choke on his vomit or something?” Eddie questioned out of genuine concern, his eyes never once leaving Steve.

He wriggled around on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position to lie in before seemingly giving up and flopping over onto his front with his arms and legs spread out like a starfish.

“Yeah, we should probably stay here to keep an eye on him,” Robin agreed, “Wait here. I’ll go get him some water.”

“Might sober him up a little,” Eddie hummed, sitting down at the side of the bed as Robin headed back down to the kitchen.

It was quiet for a moment and Eddie started to think Steve had finally fallen asleep but then he started to mumble. It was incoherent at first, complete gibberish to Eddie’s ears.

He knitted his brows, trying to make out what Steve was saying in case it was something important. He heard him mumble Robin’s name, he must have thought he was talking to her.

From what Eddie could make out — which wasn’t much — whatever it was Steve was saying wasn’t anything important. So, he went back to quietly waiting for Robin to return with that glass of water.

“He’s just so — Hic! — ssso pwetty, Robin. How can a guy — Hic! — be so pretty?” His mumbling finally started to become clearer although it was still full of slurs and hiccups.

Eddie only got more confused but he was intrigued. He wanted to know who Steve thought was pretty, especially if it was a guy. What he was saying wasn't making any sense yet it still had Eddie’s heart on edge.

“I mean, — Hic! — He’s juss Eddie… Right?”

At the sound of his name, Eddie stilled, his heart freezing solid in his chest. Did Steve know how he felt about him? Was this whole thing just an elaborate prank to get him to out himself?

No. Steve was better than that. He was also far too drunk to even know what he was saying. That was it, Eddie thought, he was just too drunk to know what he was talking about. He didn’t mean what he was saying. There was no way-

“He’s just so… shit… he’s so fucking pretty, you know? A-and he’s funny and — Hic! — king and ev-even Dustin admires him… He’s just so… so… Eddie,” Steve concluded, his voice starting to trail off again.

Eddie sucked in a deep breath, bringing his hand up to his now hastily beating heart. He hadn’t been expecting that, not in a thousand years.

This was Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington. Steve Harrington who was the king of Hawkins High. Steve Harrington who was a total ladies' man. Steve Harrington who was still hopelessly in love with Nancy Wheeler. Steve Harrington who was actually a complete dork. Steve Harrington who was actually a nice guy. Steve Harrington who didn’t like boys.

He steadied himself, pushing his thoughts to the side so he could focus on what was important right now.

“Hey, Steve?” he asked, twisting his body to look down at him, “You okay?”

He resisted the urge to reach out and brush a strand of hair away from Steve’s face. “Robin is gonna get you some water, okay? Just try to sober up a little for me, man.”

Steve rustled on the bed, his head turning slightly, allowing his hazy eyes to lock with Eddie’s. The corners of his lips curled up into the softest of smiles, the only smile in the world that had the ability to warm Eddie’s heart.

He reached out until his hands were cupping either side of Eddie’s face and Eddie froze once again. He blinked, unsure of what to do when Steve’s thumb brushed ever so gently against his bottom lip.

“He’s so… pretty.”

His hands slowly wrapped around Steve’s and, for a moment, he thought he was going to do something he’d regret. Instead, he pulled them away from his face and moved back, getting back up off of the bed.

“...Like you, Eddie. I like you,” Steve mumbled again, his smile not once faltering as he lied back down and closed his eyes.

Eddie’s breathing had grown erratic, shaking involuntarily as he tried to calm himself down. Not like this. He thought to himself, turning to the door to go look for Robin. Before he could turn the handle, however, she was already walking inside.

Their eyes met and immediately Robin knew something was wrong. Before she could ask, however, Eddie was rushing past her, retreating out into the hall.

His back came crashing firmly against the wall behind him and he ran a shaky hand through his hair, sighing as he let himself slide down until he was sitting on the floor. His knees came up to his chest and he wrapped his arms around them as if he could hide from it all should he roll himself up into a ball small enough.

“Shit,” he muttered to himself as he forced his heavy breathing to slow.

He’s just drunk, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.

With the click of a door, Eddie looked up to find Robin in front of him again. She sighed and sat opposite him, leaning back against the wall parallel to him.

“Hey. You okay?”

He thought for a second, trying to find the words to say. No, he wasn’t okay. He was far from it. He was overwhelmed and scared and… and he didn’t know what to do.

“How’s Steve?” he asked without thinking, his strangled voice spitting out the first thing that came to mind,

“He’s sleeping but we should definitely watch him. Don’t want him choking on his own vomit,” she chuckled, repeating his earlier words to try and lighten his mood.

Eddie’s laugh came out smooth, short as he shook his head, dismissing the comment. With nothing more left to say, a sheet of silence draped over the pair of them.

Something was still bothering him, Robin could tell. She fidgeted as she sat, eyeing the way his fingers mindlessly pulled and twisted his rings, trying to distract himself from whatever thoughts were racing through his head.

The distraction didn’t seem to last though as he was soon opening his mouth, the words falling out before he had time to realise what he was saying. “Hey, you, uh, you know I’m into… right?”

Although his voice trailed off, Robin seemed to catch what he was implying. “Guys? Yeah. I mean, I figured you were.”

It was quiet again as he nodded his head, sucking his lips in a little as he pondered whether to tell her about what had just happened with Steve or not.

“I take it you know about me too?” She broke into the silence again, eyes flickering up to grasp his reaction.

“Yeah. I guess we have a good feel for these things, huh.”

She chuckled and the mood finally brightened. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

“Steve… He, um… He…” Eddie scratched the back of his head as he tried to form the words. He wanted to tell her. He needed to tell her. He needed to talk to someone about it and she was the only person he could safely tell.

She waited patiently, although she had already guessed quite some time ago that Eddie had feelings for Steve and, of course, she knew that Steve had developed a stupid little crush — as he liked to call it — on Eddie too. She was his best friend and she was gay. Of course, he was going to tell her the moment he started to question his own sexuality.

“He was saying things,” he looked up at her again, hoping she would take over and speak for him but she didn’t, “Stupid things.”

“Steve says a lot of stupid things, Eddie,” she deadpanned with a scoff, easing his nerves slightly.

He hummed, “Yeah but this time… this time they were, like, really stupid.”

Rather than ask, Robin just raised a brow and signalled for him to carry on.

“He, um, he thought he was talking to you and, uh,” he cleared his throat, “He said… He said I’m pretty and… and that he likes me… But he can’t, I know that. That would be stupid, silly. Me and Steve? No way.”

“Trust me, Eddie, it’s not as silly as you think. Just tell him how you feel, it’ll do me a favour too. That dingus has been head over heels in love with you for months now. I mean it, he doesn’t shut up about you. It’s adorable but gross. Look, just tell him. He’s too scared to tell you, too worried he’ll fuck it up somehow.”

Eddie sat there with his eyes blown wide and gulped. “So he… he does like me?”

“Of course he does! It’s not like he’s good at hiding it either. Do you know how many times I’ve had to cover for him when Dustin asks why Steve keeps asking about you?”

“He asks about me?”

She nodded. “All the time. Whenever he sees Dustin or Mike he asks how you’ve been. He checks you’re doing okay after, well, everything. He’s worried about you, you know?”

“Why hasn’t he said anything before?”

“We almost lost you once. He’s worried he’ll lose you for good if he tells you how he feels. Like I said, he’s an idiot.” She shrugged, sighing now that she knew what she’d always suspected — Steve’s feelings weren’t one-sided.

So, by the time morning rolled around, Eddie was already pacing up and down trying to figure out what to say. Robin had gone up with some painkillers for the headache Steve was undoubtedly going to be suffering from, leaving Eddie alone to sort through his thoughts downstairs.

“Hey there, sleepyhead. Have a good sleep?”

Steve rubbed his crusty eyes open, groaning at the sunlight that had since invaded his room when Robin opened the curtains. The bright, yellow light that singed his sleepy eyes was abruptly cut off by the shadow of his friend when she stood over him, water and painkillers in hand.

He pulled himself up and gratefully took the contents from her hands, quickly shoving the pills into his mouth before swallowing them down with a mouthful of water. “Thanks.”

“How bad is it?”

Steve sucked in a breath through his teeth, the sound of her voice hammering on his head like a drum. “Awful. How much did I drink?”

“Too much,” Robin laughed, “Way too much, you were a complete mess. Looked like you had fun though.”

“Yeah, it was fun… shit, I was rambling about Eddie again last night wasn’t I?” The longer he was awake, the more he began to remember the night before, although he still couldn’t quite make out the face of the person he had been speaking to before he fell asleep, assuming it must have been Robin since she was with him now.

A playful smirk settled on her face. “Oh, Steve. That wasn’t me you were talking to last night, it was Eddie.”

His eyes widened as panic started to pound through his chest. Any trace of sleepiness snapped away as it all became clear. The long hair that tickled against his face as they made their way into the house. The strong arms that held him steady enough to walk. The plump lip he ran under his thumb. It was Eddie. It had all been Eddie.

“Shit!”

Robin placed her hands on his shoulders, trying to calm him. “Just go talk to him.”

“He’s still here?”

His eyes flicked around sporadically, thoughts charging through his head when she nodded. “He’s downstairs, in the kitchen. Breathe, Steve. Just breathe.”

Listening to his friend, he started to take one deep breath after the other until he started to calm down. Robin wasn’t freaking out. She was… smiling?

“Good. Now, go talk to him.” She pulled him from the bed and pushed him toward the door, giving him one last encouraging thumbs up when he turned back to look at her.

With shaking legs, Steve made his way down to the kitchen. Each step on the stairs threatened to slip out from under him but his feet clung to them with as much force as his hand that gripped the bannister. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest, bursting through the skin around his ribcage as it spluttered out onto the floor.

He felt sick but he knew what he had to do. He knew he had to talk to Eddie, to clear things up with him.

“Morning.”

He stood in the doorway, one arm propped up against it as he scratched at the hair at the nape of his neck. He didn’t look it but he was sweating, his cool, calm appearance threatening to crumble at any moment.

Eddie jumped, eyes darting over to him immediately. Steve noticed the way his body tensed before he started to awkwardly pull at his rings.

“Morning.”

For a moment Steve thought about pretending he couldn’t remember much about the night before. He knew he couldn’t do that. He knew Eddie would still act the same way around him even if he claimed he didn’t remember because Eddie did, that much he could tell.

He swallowed, if that were even possible in the Sahara that was his mouth. Water, he needed more water.

Eddie turned away from Steve as he walked over to the sink. He too didn’t know what to say. He thought back on what Robin had said the night before. Steve’s feelings were true, he knew that, yet he still couldn’t find the words to say.

When they finally spoke, their voices clashed, colliding with each other.

“Sorry, after you.” Eddie gestured toward Steve, eyes expectant as he waited to hear what he was going to say.

Now it was Steve who was looking away, his eyes drifting around the room. “I, um… Last night. I said some things last night and, uh, I know it was weird and you probably didn’t want to hear that but it’s the truth. We can forget it if you want… I just… I don’t want you to hate me or anything.”

Eddie stood up, walking closer to Steve as he sighed. “I don’t hate you, man. I could never hate you because… because I like you too. Like, in the same way you, uh, the same way you like me.”

Still, he hesitated. Still unsure whether Steve was really being serious. He knew in his bones that it was real — that Steve was being serious — but he supposed he was still in shock, even after having all night to think over it.

“You do?”

Steve was in his personal bubble now, popping it in all the right places as he stepped closer still. Eddie’s head dropped to the side slightly and he smiled, finally accepting that what was happening was real. Their hands were instinctively reaching for one another, their fingers brushing together.

“Yeah. So, what are we going to do about that, Steve-o?”

Suddenly, Steve jolted forward and their lips crashed together. The kiss grew deeper, longer as they stood there, arms wrapping around each other as each tried to pull the other even closer. Eddie pulled back slightly, grasping for air between kisses but before they could fully part, they were back together again.

“Gross, get a room,” Robin’s voice groaned out from the bottom of the stairs but when they parted to look at her, she was smiling.

They chuckled and turned back to each other, their eyes locking together the moment they were set on one another again.

“I can make that happen,” Steve smirked, his voice low.

“Hmm, I might just take you up on that offer, pretty boy.” Eddie leaned forward, pressing another soft kiss to Steve’s lips.

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[marichive]

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓

A compilation of things my muse and my friend’s muse have said to each other via wire rp. Most of these happened during sibling squabbles so there are a lot of insults. Change pronouns/etc. as necessary.

tw for drinking/alcohol mentions, violence mentions, other non-PG shenanigans.

❝ You started it! ❞

❝ SNITCH!!! ❞

❝ Play stupid games, win stupid prizes! ❞

❝ I may have fucked up. ❞

❝ Look. I’m sorry you got reamed out because of me. ❞

❝ That’s the only apology you’re getting. ❞

❝ Oh my god read the room I’m telling you to be careful. ❞

❝ I deserve to be at the Applebees fight and you know it! ❞

❝ Wanna kick someone’s ass for me? ❞

❝ I had to double check considering the Great Snitch Incident. ❞

❝ One minute you’re cool and the next minute it’s like you’re possessed. ❞

❝ TURN THE CAPSLOCK OFF YOU NUTCASE. ❞

❝ NO! FEEL MY CAPITALIZED WRATH! ❞

❝ Sometimes I yell just because I know it’ll make you yell back. ❞

❝ I’ll kill you! ❞

❝ It was a dare! And I didn’t even really kiss him! ❞

❝ It was just a peck! ❞

❝ Fuck. Please don’t kill me in my sleep. ❞

❝ Now I gotta go disinfect my boyfriend. ❞

❝ A dare is a dare and I’m not a bitch who backs down. ❞

❝ What are you? A fucking chicken? ❞

❝ I don’t think we could stop fighting if we tried. ❞

❝ Oh for sure next time I plan to kiss your boyfriend I’ll send you a text. ❞

❝ Let me rephrase. There should not be a next time. EVER. ❞

❝ I hope you have those condoms mom gave you. ❞

❝ Why are you the way that you are? ❞

❝ I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING !! ❞

❝ If you repeat this to anyone I’ll kill you. ❞

❝ I think I need girl advice for this. ❞

❝ [NAME] WHAT THE HELL !? ❞

❝ I might kill him. ❞

❝ If you murder my boyfriend I will do something worse than kick you in the dick. ❞

❝ He is being a menace! ❞

❝ What the fuck am I supposed to do about it!? ❞

❝ Put a leash and muzzle on him and call it a day! ❞

❝ You’re about to make it my problem, aren’t you? ❞

❝ I’m going on a Tex-Mex date and if you ruin that so help me god I will end you. ❞

❝ I’m pretty sure he was just fucking with you, birdbrain. ❞

❝ I just want to watch it happen. Brings me a special kind of joy. ❞

❝ You know exactly what I fucking meant. ❞

❝ I love annoying the shit out of you. Out of love. ❞

❝ We don’t know how to be stable. ❞

❝ ‘Stable’ sounds like something for horses. ❞

❝ I’m in it for the long haul. Don’t ever doubt that. ❞

❝ I’m pretty sure the universe will fuck me over in any way that it can. ❞

❝ I will continue existing as the rabid creature I am out of pure spite. But like, with better coping mechanisms and shit. ❞

❝ One week without boyfriend-on-brother violence would be really nice. ❞

❝ We’re halfway through the week and no signs of blood. Maybe we’ll make it. ❞

❝ Fuck I’m gonna die. ❞

❝ You’re not gonna die. Hopefully. ❞

❝ I’M SORRY I DON’T WANT YOU TO GET MURDERED! ❞

❝ Oh my god I’m dead. ❞

❝ Are you wasted? ❞

❝ You don’t need to be drunk alone in public. ❞

❝ Say NOTHING about last night. ❞

❝ Don’t taunt me or I’ll tell your nemesis. ❞

❝ You’re an evil little snake you know that? ❞

❝ YOU SOILED IT!!! ❞

❝ I’m gonna fight you. ❞

❝ In retrospect I may have made an impulsive decision. ❞

❝ Promise I won’t kick you in the dick this time. ❞

❝ Die, trash. ❞

❝ I need to make sure you’re safe, dipshit. ❞

❝ Tastes like depression. ❞

❝ Pay me! I want money! ❞

❝ Fuck inflation, am I right? ❞

❝ No no no you take that back! ❞

❝ You are a generous bird. I will give you the good corn for this. ❞

❝ The good corn??? ❞

❝ GIFT CORN! ❞

❝ I don’t make good decisions when I’m upset. ❞

❝ Is this secret mission going to end with me getting arrested? ❞

❝ How stupid do you think I am? ❞

❝ Do you want me to answer that? ❞

❝ I bet you picked [name] as your new girlfriend so you can feel tall for once. ❞

❝ Ok so don’t freak out. ❞

❝ That’s not comforting and now I am freaking out. ❞

❝ Fuck off with your pretentious taste buds. ❞

❝ Pinky promise me. ❞

❝ He deserves to be stabbed a little bit. Just a light stabbing. ❞

❝ He was on crack to put you in charge. ❞

❝ Oh am I supposed to NOT complain about getting thrown into a koi pond? ❞

❝ And you should have expected the dick kick that one time but I guess we’re both idiots. ❞

❝ Eat your snails and shut up. ❞

❝ Record it if it ends in a fistfight. ❞

❝ That implies I won’t be one of the people in the fistfight. ❞

❝ So I’m totally not going to be taken to a secondary location and murdered, right? ❞

❝ I’m a random burglar with good intentions. ❞

❝ Do not get him a bible I swear to god. ❞

❝ White chocolate bible? Can you eat the bible or is that sacrilege? ❞

❝ You’re far past sacrilege. ❞

❝ You gotta get over your feud with Taco Bell. ❞

❝ You ate a box of mini muffins in one sitting. ❞

❝ You’re a dumpster! ❞

❝ Well you’re a dumpster fire and that’s worse! ❞

❝ Bet you have rabies, bitch. ❞

❝ Your brain has E. Coli SHUT UP! ❞

❝ Congrats on being the tumor that your parents decided to keep and raise just because you were vaguely baby-shaped. ❞

❝ I hope you get flipped onto a thousand legos, bitch. ❞

❝ I WILL CHOKE YOU WITH YOUR OWN ARM !! ❞

❝ You fucking furry. ❞

❝ I’m not a furry you reptile bitch tit! ❞

❝ Fuck you, bird nipple. ❞

❝ Do you cawcaw on command? ❞

❝ That’s a sex joke by the way in case your dumbass didn’t catch it the first time. ❞

❝ What’s a metaphor? The choking or the furry behavior? ❞

❝ I will stab you with a fucking spoon. Yes, a spoon. ❞

❝ Good luck with that. I’m going to do something more productive, like frame you for a crime. ❞

❝ You test me every second you’re alive. ❞

❝ Bitch I’m gonna test you when I’m dead, too. My ghost is going to move everything in your room 2 1/3 inches to the left each day and annoy the shit out of you. ❞

❝ You’re exhausting. ❞

❝ Maybe you’re just a tired bitch. Drink some water and get more sleep or something damn. ❞

❝ I am not for the weak. ❞

❝ Get ducked. Fucked but yeah ducked too I guess. ❞

❝ Are you going to attack me with a duck or are YOU the duck? ❞

❝ Jokes on you the ducks are on my side. ❞

❝ What are your feelings on . . . slugs? ❞

❝ I’m just asking. For . . . reasons. ❞

❝ I swear to god if you get murked by a fucking almond I will fistfight you in hell. ❞

❝ You ARE a rash. ❞

❝ At least I don’t have to worry about getting taken out by nuts. ❞

❝ Not your best phrasing. ❞

❝ Oh for fucks sake. Choke on a nut. ❞

❝ You brought the children into this! It’s your fault! ❞

❝ Us? We’re perfect angels. Never done anything wrong ever. ❞

❝ I just embarrassed myself in front of Obi-Wan himself, I think I’m allowed to die now. ❞

❝ An ASS TAT? Disgusting. ❞

❝ Shut up tiddy tat, it’s cute. ❞

❝ I think you should trip and fall on your face. ❞

❝ My face is a national treasure. ❞

❝ Your face is a joke, actually. ❞

❝ No no, my LIFE is the joke. My face is actually pretty nice. ❞

❝ You know what? Fuck you. I have decided I’m going to be taller than you. ❞

❝ You’re one of the few people in my life I could never lose. I couldn’t take it. ❞

#[memes] #[memes ; mine] #[memes ; for muse] #[memes ; general] #[memes ; sentence]

[misswhowrite]

a good party for once!

Summary: Tony just want you. (english is not my first language!!)

Tony was having a party, like always but anyway. He was having so much fun but he was missing something or someone. You, the girl who made him change without meaning it, he was no longer a playboy. No more playboy time for him he made a vow of that, now he was going to be devoted to you, the love of his life (even if you don’t know that right now…). So here he was, drunk and rambling to Rhodes how much you were perfect. Rhodes did the only thing right and called you to come at the party and take Tony back home. On the way to the party you were a little bit stressed, because you know how Tony act at a party. Anyway when you arrive you see Tony immediately, because you always see him not because he is screaming your name.

“_LOVE!! HII my lOOve! Rhodes look it’s Y/N!! Oh she looks so pretty, beautiful, the most amazing woman in the world!! I’m going to faint just because I saw her… _We know Tony, you love her to death bur now go with her so she can take care of you… _I think you’re a genius because it’s the most amazing idea you had Rhodes. I’m also going to confess my undying love for her by the way, bye bye! _Oh my god…We’re screwed…”

Tony was determined, this was the moment he was waiting for (he waited for two years for god’s sake!!) He walk to you with all the hope he can muster, he doesn’t want to be rejected by the only woman he had ever love. So when you met him halfway there he speak before you can.

“_Wait Y/N, just let me tell you this. I know you probably wont feel the same but…I love you, with all my being, heart, body and soul. There isn’t a day when I don’t think about you, your laugh, your smile, your beautiful self who made my world better. I just can’t take one more day without telling you this, it’s driving me crazy. I need you in my life but not just as a friend, I want to wake up beside you every morning and go to sleep while holding you. I don’t you to tell me one day that you found someone that isn’t me… I see myself build a whole life with you, the house, the family even the dog if you want, but please tell me you love me back… that my feelings aren’t one sided, and I know I’m drunk nut I swear it’s the truth! You can even ask Rhodes. So what do you say?

_I… I don’t know what to say Tony… I thought you were with Pepper. I didn’t think you could love me back…

_WHAT?! Of course I love you back! How could I not?! And noooo I’m not with Pepper, she’s just my assistant. Babe I only think about you, I don’t have time to think about other women.”

And you knew you would love a party so much. Just like that Tony got the girl of his dreams...

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