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a-hazbin-soul · 2 days
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Velvette x reader: Angel's adopted sister 1/?
Warnings: Valentino being a jackass, potential smut in the future
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You parked your little black car near the V tower and made your way inside. You were always a little early picking up Angel Dust. Party because his schedule was a mess and a little bit because you loved watching Velvette work her magic.
"I should be done here in 40 minutes unless Val decides to be a dick."
"Okay, I'll be there soon."
It didn't take long for you to see Velvette getting annoyed at one of her models, but she somehow always found a few minutes to talk to you.
"Ugh, do none of you know anything about posture? There are children with better posture!" She said before she saw you. "Everyone take a break. And don't fucking get anything on those dresses!"
She walked up to you and grabbed one of your hands. Dragging you out of the doorway. "Y/N, doll, you got here at the perfect time. These models are driving me crazy!" She gave you a hug, and you both sat down on the new couch she brought
"Would you ever want to be a model? You're gorgeous and way smarter than at least half of these girls." Her compliment made your face as pink as her hair. You knew she didn't say things like that often.
"I never really thought about it. Do you really think I could do a good job?" Velvette smiled at you. "Y/N, I know you can." You heard your phone vibrate.
"Val must be sick. He's actually letting me leave on time. "
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Velvette wrote something down and handed it to you. "Here, think about it and call me when you can." You smiled and took the paper. "Thanks, Velvette. I'll talk to you later. "
You took the elevator to Val's studio and found Angel Dust. "Alright, let's go back to the hotel before your shitlord boss changes his mind again." Angel already had his stuff with him, and you guys took the elevator and quickly made it to the car.
"So, did you get to see your girlfriend today?" Angel said jokingly. "She's not my girlfriend. We just...talk sometimes." Angel gave you the, "Come on, you and I both know what you think about her." Look, and you started driving to the hotel. "I just want you to be careful. Don't let your guard down around any of the Vees."
There wasn't much traffic for once, and you got to the hotel pretty fast. "Huskers!" Angel yelled, running for his grouchy boyfriend. "Hey baby, me and Nuggets missed you." Said pig ran from behind the bar to meet his dads.
You sat on the couch in the lobby for a little while, barely paying attention to some movie and adding Velvette to your contacts.
Y/N : Hey Velvette, it's Y/N. Text me when you get a chance.
A few minutes later, you decided to go to bed. Your room was a decent distance from anyone else, so nobody would hear you taking a shower.
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The next morning, you woke up to a text from Velvette.
Velvette: Hey doll. I know Angel has to work today (Valentino won't shut up), so I was wondering if you wanted to take some photos today? Some of these models are driving me crazy! - ♡
You had thought about it, and at the very least, you'd be able to keep an eye on Valentino since he never stopped bugging Velvette. And, modeling could be fun.
Y/N: Yes, I would love to. I'll be there when I drop Angel off.
Velvette: Can't wait!
After breakfast and getting ready, Angel kissed Husker goodbye, and you headed to VVV tower.
"Do you want me to go in there with you? I hate having to leave you with that rotten jiz rag." Angel Dust pulled into a hug with all four arms. "I'll be okay, sis. I'm used to him. You said you'd see each other later, and he told you to be safe.
He made it to his dressing room and sighed after closing the door. You weren't Molly, and you could never replace her. But Angel didn't know what he would do without you.
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Part two will be out soon!
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scorpioriesling · 1 day
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Random Tropes HC (pt. 1)
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Pairing(s): Rhysand / Azriel / Cassian x reader
Warnings: slight sexual suggestions
Summary: Random tropes, and how each would play out, depending on the character... and you, of course.
SR’s Note: I saw a filter on Tik Tok talking about book tropes, and ranking your favorite to least favorite... so this idea came to mind. I am using my top 6 (not in order) for the purpose of this post -- enjoy! Part 2
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Rhysand - "Slow Burn" / "Forbidden Love"
Only he would get involved in something very dangerous, for both you and him
But, he wouldn't care. He had to have you
In this version, you'd be Tamlin's sister, and he knew how dangerous it would be to be with you
At first, you hated him (as your brother taught you) but... over time you realized how shitty your brother was and you started falling for the High Lord of the Night Court
But, like Tamlin, your stubbornness would get in the way
"Keep playing pretend all you want, princess," Gods you hated when he would see right through the walls you tried to put up. "I know it's me you think of when you're alone at night."
When you finally drop the act, Rhysand is... oh boy
"You really like making me wait, don't you?" He would say, breath hot on you ear while he ran his fingers down your arms from behind.
You couldn't even begin to explain how hard it's been to hold out, to pretend you still hate hijm even though you haven't for quite a while.
"Shhh..." He would brush a strand of hair from your face, lips grazing your jawline. "No need to explain anything. I quite enjoy looking at what's going on in that pretty little head of yours myself."
Every time, you feel like you'll fully give in...
Rhysand doesn't mind the chase.
"You know what I want..." he would say. He would always wait until you were alone together, not wanting to cause anything with his enemy.
"... when the time is right." You finish. He would start staying overnight with you, his fingers tracing up and down your thigh but never going much further.
That alone and his eyes gazing into yours as he laid with you... that could turn you to mush.
The soft kisses he'd leave on your cheekbones, toying with the tendrils of your hair...
All for it to end in the morning, him pressing a kiss to your forehead before winnowing back to the Night Court without a trace.
Cassian - "Fake Dating"
Rhysand had not only given his brother the title of War General, but had also supplied him with a second in command.
You'd been taking training lessons from Cassian in a group setting. He tried really hard to keep his attention to other participants fair, but... something about you really stuck out to him.
Maybe it was the way your braid swung when you executed a move he'd only just taught the class; maybe it was the way your leggings hugged the curve of your ass, accentuated when he would have you practice punches and kicks with the punching bag...
It wasn't just your beauty. You were smart, witty, cunning... but also a very skilled fighter.
Cassian wasn't the only one to notice either.
"As the newly appointed second in command," Rhysand said, hands folded on his desk before him. You stood next to Cassian in Rhys' office. "You will be joining Cassian on his excursions from now on." Your eyed widened, and you elbowed the gorgeous male to your right.
"He can't defend himself all alone?" You say, a smirk pulling your lips. Cassian rolls his eyes, but Rhys just stares between the two of you, grinning smugly.
"Something like that."
You got along suprisingly well with the Lord of Bloodshed; he asked for your thoughts, took your advice, and leaned on you for support when you ventured to the Continent together. You'd become... dare you say it... friends.
"Oh come on, everyone's going!" Cassian threw his hands up, still standing in your doorway. You shrugged at him.
"Yeah, but... I don't really know anyone. Besides Rhys, I mean. Even then, he is kind of my boss, so..." You say, folding clothes and putting them in drawers. Cassian plops down on your bed, and when you return for the next stack, he's looking up at you with pleading hazel eyes.
"You don't have anything else tonight, right?" He asks, grabbing a hand in yours. Cassian was very touchy, and though usually you weren't, it was something you decided to let slide.
"I mean... no..."
"Its settled. You're coming with me! I'll even fly us there, so you can wear whatever shoes you want. Don't worry about the walk." He winked and walked out, so... nonchalantly. Like he didn't just reduce you to a pile of putty with his sweet notion.
It wouldn't have mattered if you wore a potato sack, Cassian would have still stared -- but you chose a tiny black dress, and glittering silver heels instead.
His eyes roamed over you when he came to pick you up, and a small chuckle fell from his lips.
"W-wow, Y/N, you look...." He doesn't finish his sentence. You roll your eyes and blush.
"Different than usual?" You supply. He gulps and nods his head, offerring you a hand. You take it, and walk to the front patio of the House of Wind.
"Hold onto me, okay?" He says. You look into his eyes, and he grins at you. "If you get scared, tell me and I'll return us to the ground.
You snort. "Oh please, Cass, do I look like I'm afraid of anyTHING-"
In seconds, his arm has wrapped under your thighs, the other holding you close around your waist. You squeeze your eyes shut, burying your face into his chest. His teakwood scent invades your nose, and you relax a little knowing this is right where you've wanted to be for months.
When you get to Rita's -- you find that you are easily the main attraction. Not only of the Inner Circle, but the place itself. Morrigan is talking your ear off, you politely spoke to Azriel, and even Rhysand has forgone his usual formal appearance.
But, like I said... others in the bar have noticed you too.
"Heyyy baby," a man's hand braces your lower back as you stand at the bar, waiting on the two drinks you offerred to get for your new friend Mor and yourself. You turn, a look of disgust on your face.
"Eew, don't touch me." You say. He only snickers, sliding onto the seat next to you.
"Let me buy you a drink." He says. His eyes are glazed over, and you continue to stare in pure distaste.
"No thanks." You clip. He huffs a laugh and leans closer to you.
"Why not, pretty girl? I don't see anyone else up here takin' care of you." Your face heats. He isn't going to leave you alone. You look over your shoulder, hoping to spot Cassian, Morrigan, Hell, even Rhysand. But you can't see anyone.
You angrily turn back to the loser next to you. "I'll have you know, I could totally kick your ass right now if I wanted to." You sneer. He laughs out loud, scooting closer and putting a hand on your leg. You gasp. "And-"
"And what, doll?" He drawls. You fumble for words, any excuse to get this creep to leave you alone.
"And... uh... and-"
"She has a boyfriend."
You turn, feeling Cassian's large hands bracing your shoulders. You let out a sigh of relief, and shoot him a Thank the Cauldron look.
"Oh... oh Gods uh I am so sorry-" The idiot fumbles, scrambling back and out of his chair.
"Save it. Don't touch her again." Cassian glares, and the guy shoos away. When he is finally out of earshot, you turn and take Cassian's hands in yours.
"Cass, oh Gods thank you..." you say. He gives you a strained smile, eyes flicking between yours and to where your hands now held his.
"It's no problem." He said. You turned, facing the bar as two drinks were slid across it to you. Cassian grabbed them both, and followed you to the booth where his friends sat. He sat one in front of Mor, and took a sip from your straw before handing yours to you.
"Heyyy," you said. He only grinned at you, allowing you to slide into the seat before him. Rhys looked at you with a smirk, and you didn't think to hard what he was getting at because the conversations started up again. Within minutes, Cassian rested his cheek on the side of your head, arm wrapped around your waist, tracing tiny circles on your bare thigh. You sucked in a breath when you caught onto what he was doing.
"Cassie, what are you..." His hand stopped to rest on your hip, and he peered down at you.
"Dance with me?" He asked. You simply nodded, following his to the dance floor where upbeat music played. You faced him, and he once again took your hands in his, swaying with you to the beat. When a more sensual song came on, he moved your hands to his chest, and replaced his on your hips, pulling you impossibly close. With each movement, you felt your heart explode a little more; you knew you cared for him more than usual friends do. But pretending to date would only hurt in the end; you enjoyed this way too much.
"Cass, I.." You started. His left hand moved to rest atop your butt, and your breath caught in your throat. He leaned down to talk over the loud music.
"You... what, Y/N?" Ughhh. Your name sounded so good on his lips.
"I, uh... that guy. He isn't here anymore, so. We can stop pretending." You gazed up at him, his hazel eyes dark and focused on your lips.
"And what if I'm not pretending?"
Azriel - "Enemies to Lovers"
Ohhh he would want you from the get go.
In this version, you'd be Eris's full sister, and Lucien's half sibling.
"What's she doing here?" He would ask when Eris brought you with him to the meeting he was to attend with the Inner Circle.
"Trust me, I didn't want to. Beron made for her to come with me." Eris would say, not missing the glare Azriel pointed at you. You only returned the sentiment.
"What's it to you?" You asked. Azriel folded his arms across his chest, his biceps bulging from the tight black tee he wore. You couldn't help but let your eyes linger for a moment, before returning to his face when he spoke again.
"Whatever. I just don't want any other liabilities." You scoffed, beelining for the door to the meeting hall where the rest of the Inner Circle waited. Your shoulder clocked Azriel as you passed, and Eris chuckled.
"Maybe I brought her for some entertainment," he whispered lowly, following you into the meeting room. Azriel said nothing else as he trailed in last, pulling the door closed behind him.
"So whatever did you need to talk about?" Eris says, taking the seat across from Rhysand. Of course he would, leaving the last two empty chairs across from one another for you and Azriel.
"You know why I've called you here." Rhysand purrs. They begin their conversation, and you feel a tiny tickle around your wrist. You look down and see a slim, black tendril of a shadow. When you peer down at it, it seems to seize its movements. You give a small smile, and it continues its dance around your fingers.
"What has your sister said about this arrangement?" Rhys asks, making you look up. Your cheeks heat as all eyes are now on you. What was the question?
"I uh, I think whatever needs to be done is up to the better judgement of my father," you say. Rhysand's eyebrows rise, and Eris glances sidelong at you, giving you a silent confirmation. You're glad you answered somewhat correctly.
Glancing across the table, Azriel is still staring daggers into you. You shoot him a small snarl, and remember the smoky tendril winding around your knuckles. A devilish smirk takes over your lips.
You flutter your fingers, and the shadow follows your command, returning to Azriel. It drifts up his exposed forearm, and slips under his shirt. He shifts uncomfortably, glancing around and swallowing.
"It's settled then. Y/N will reside here for the time being-"
"Wait, what?" You say, realizing you've spoken in unison. Azriel is squirming in his chair, shadow still tickling him as he looks at Rhys with pleading eyes.
"Why would she need to be here?" He asks lowly. You snarl at him, crossing your arms.
"Its obviously not my first choice either, bat." You say. This time he glares back at you. "Don't worry; I won't have anything to do with you while I'm here." You finish, nose upturned as you fix your gaze on your brother beside you again. He leans over and gives your knee a squeeze, pride showing in his face.
"It's settled then." He stands, and you do the same. Eris and Rhys shake hands, and he makes to walk out the door. You trail behind him, as you hear Azriel pleading and begging Rhysand to make you go home.
"She is staying, Azriel. I've already made up my mind. This is the next best move we could make." He explains and Azriel shoves his chair in, the legs scraping on the floor. Pathetic.
"Listen, if anything happens to you here, you just give me a shout, okay? I'll come get you-" You wrap your arms around your big brother. He sighs and returns the hug. You peer over his shoulder and catch Azriel staring at you from the doorway. You snicker.
"I will be just fine, I promise." He nods, placing a hand on your arm one last time before making to leave. The rest of the members have already cleared out, leaving just you and Azriel.
He doesn't wait to pounce on you once your brother is out of earshot, but you know better. You've known better for years; Azriel is always so tempermental. So... ugh, annoying. So, hot.
"Save it Az - you cant't get rid..." You're cut off by his hand gripping your elbow, falling into darkness as he winnows you both. When you open your eyes, you realize you're in a bedroom. A big one, with cream colored drapes and sheets on the bed. You barely take in the scene around you before your hands are pinned above your head against the back of the closed bedroom door.
"Azriel." You say, tone low and menacing. He glares down at you, leaning in towards your face.
"What the hell was that?" He seethes. Your brow raises in question.
"What are you-" You breath is coming in short pants. The scent of sage and sea salt rolls off him, gently caressing your senses as you try to focus on what he asked you. You're a bit distracted, you'll admit. This golden flecked eyes, staring intensely at you. The light dusting of freckles across his sun-kissed nose. His lips that are so close to yours...
"Manipulating my own shadows. Trying to distract me duirng the meeting? What the hell was that?" He breathes. You let a small smile grace your lips. His pull back as he bares his teeth at you, and you chuckle.
"Aww, Az, it's nice to see you still brush every morning -- maybe if you smiled more-" He surges forward, crashing his lips onto yours. Your eyes blow wide in shock, his free hand grasping your hip bone and pulling you close to him. His lips feast on you hungrily, biting your lower lip as his tongue dances with yours, battling for dominance. You can't help but let out a low groan, and his grip on your wrists loosens. When he finally pulls back, gasping for air, you grin mischeviously at him.
Gotcha. Right where I wanted you.
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septembersghost · 1 year
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taylor like: i know you know, you know i know you know, so i might as well play the songs about that fateful night, you know?
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so far I'm in chapter 3 in WHB and this dude making me feel some type of way...
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taruruchi · 11 months
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Remember when I said I hated rendering and I have too much fun with sparkles? Well, you see,
Yeah, so I got around to finishing this
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I totally did not just put in a picture of octavinelle dorm and edit it haha what (you can't really tell bc of the sparkles KSJDNAK)
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howifeltabouthim · 1 year
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Yes; certainly he was very beautiful. She had never before seen man's beauty such as that. She found it quite impossible to speak a word to him then.
Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?
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itgoeso · 5 months
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hating on gorgeous is all fun and games until you're in a gorgeous situation then you Understand
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pcrfectstorms · 1 year
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[ @kingsnackgsnack gets a modern tattoo artist eddie au starter ]
eddie loved his job, he's been at this studio for a few years now, build up a little reputation for himself, had a steady stream of regulars and his books would always be booked out for months in advance, he'd came along way from the shoddy stick and pokes he'd done on himself in high school. he had a new client on his books today for opening up, let his receptionist to do paperwork before introducing himself, oh and she brought a boyfriend, cute -- eddie didn't mind, first timers often brought a partner with then.
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"hey! robin was it? nice to meet ya, know we talked on the phone but not the same right? so we're doing a little tarot card today? if you're good with the design i'll get it printed and we'll get ya up on the bed, your boyfriend coming in with ya?" he asks, eyes running over to steve, who was sitting anxiously in the waiting area. real pretty boy, he thinks, wonders if he has any ink himself. the girls happy with the design so they make their way into his room and he tells her to make her self comfy while he prints out the stencil. so it turns out he isn't her boyfriend, interesting -- so free game to flirt, and he does. "so, pretty boy, you got any ink?" he asks without looking up, eyes laser focused on the job at hand. "body's a canvas baby, everyone should have a little ink, but maybe i'm bias, is my livelihood after all." eddie jokes, pausing to wipe away the excess ink, he looks up and winks at steve.
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OCEAN BLUE EYES
LOOKING IN MINE
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I FEEL LIKE I MIIIGHT
SINK AND DROWN AND DIEEEEEE
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nobodys-saviour · 14 days
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anyway. throws the song gorgeous at xyz's head and then runs away
YOU SHOULD THINK ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCE OF YOUR MAGNETIC FIELD BEING A LITTLE TOO STRONG????? HELLO???? YOU'RE SO COOL IT MAKES ME HATE YOU SO MUCH????? THERE'S NOTHING I HATE MORE THAN WHAT I CAN'T HAVE!!!!! YOURE SO GORGEOUS IT MAKES ME SO MAD!!!!!!
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d1ner · 1 month
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fwb: nanami kento (18+)
nanami kento doesn't know how to be just "friend's with benefits".
tags: (fem aligned user) (uses y/n) (jealousy) (not proofread also sorry this is my first real smut ive posted on tumblr) (uses the L word (gasp!))
(art for header found on pinterest)
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fwb!nanami didn't know how to approach you, his friend and colleague, about being friend's with benefits. he wasn' the kind of man to just have sex with someone. he didn't fuck- he made love. it wasn't until gojo dug his nose in, asking you if you'd ever want a fwb within earshot of nanami- you saying you wouldn't be opposed- that made him even think to ask.
fwb!nanami who brought a bouquet of roses to your apartment the first time he came over to "netflix and chill," stumbling over his words and acting like an utter fool in front of you. it was cute, and you eased him into the situation as naturally and slowly as your body would allow. his arm was awkwardly placed on your shoulder as you nuzzled up against him on the couch, and he seemed all too focused on the movie that was playing.
"kento, do you just wanna watch the movie and try again another day?" your soft voice cooed, and it made him fall apart, the sweat on the back of his neck rolling down his back. oh god, you were so pretty. he knew he wasn't doing anything right, and yet you still looked up at him so affectionately. this isn't what friends with benefits act like, was it?
"n-no, i'm just.. i've never done anything like this before." he swallowed whatever moisture had stayed in his dry mouth, forcing himself to meet your eyes, only to meet an understanding gaze that tore down all of his walls.
"it's okay, we can go slow."
fwb!nanami who's so gentle with you during your first time together. even though you wanted your brains fucked out, his gentle touch and praise that spilled from his lips as you sunk onto his length was equally satisfying.
"you're so warm n tight, y/n.. i can't, 's too much. you feel so good," nanami groaned, his hands kneading your hips as your lips kissed along his neck, licking soothing stripes along his sensitive skin to ease him through it.
he wasn't a virgin, but still.. this. this was new. fucking someone just to fuck them. to fuck you, his gorgeous friend who had always behaved so normally towards him. would things stay normal between you two? he was already overthinking. how did friends with benefits just stay friends when all he could think about was how pretty your face twisted in pleasure, how soft your skin felt-
"kento," the sound of your sighed moan snapped him into reality, and he whimpered in his low, gentle voice, his head falling back against the couch as you rolled your hips against him. that's right- all he needed to think about right now was how good you felt milking his cock, not how your friendship was gonna turn out tomorrow.
"oh, fuck, y/n."
fwb!nanami who didn't wanna leave you that night when you fell asleep in his arms, your head resting on his chest. carefully, he carried you to bed, tucking you in while stroking his fingers through your hair.
"stay," your sleepy, mumbly voice shot an arrow through his chest just as he was trying to quietly leave your bedroom.
yes, of course he'd stay. you'd taken such good care of him, making sure he was comfortable while taking every last drop of cum he had to offer. he didn't realize how pent up he was until he unloaded into you the first time. but once your lips wrapped around him maybe an hour later, he grew more needy, thrusting his dick down your throat as he gently massaged the nape of your neck.
hesitantly he snuggled into bed with you, your sleeping form molding perfectly against his, your face subconsciously nuzzling into his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him close. were friends with benefits supposed to be this intmate? should his heart be racing like this?
but as the events of the day weighed heavier on him, he couldn't bear it, trying to find a way to fall asleep. with your steady breaths and warmth as you cuddled him it wasn't hard to get drowsy, but his thoughts consumed him. maybe this was a mistake- him and his bleeding heart.
fwb!nanami who made you breakfast the next morning. and everytime after that. he always brought you an offering like roses or flowers when he'd come over, and treat you like a queen each morning, kissing along your body to wake you up, tasting you before you'd get a taste of his cooking.
it was cathartic for him. no strings attached, just pleasure. it took him a while to understand the point in it, perhaps less stress?
though his heart still raced everytime you sat with him at work or hung out with him- not calling it a date.
"ken, you shouldn't have. we're just grabbing coffee," you whined with your face flushed red. again, this princely man bought your coffee for you and pulled out your chair as you sat at the cafe.
"i wanted to," he would say everytime, shaking his head. and he said the same when he insisted on walking you home from work, fucking you when you got home from work, massaging your muscles from the stress of work, oh lord this man was head over heels-
fwb!nanami who didn't realize he had fallen in love with you until someone at the grocery store asked for your number.
how could someone walk up to you, standing so pretty next to the shopping cart both you and him were putting groceries in, and ask if you were single? as if nanami wasn't standing right there, pushing your shopping cart, guiding you out of the traffic of other shoppers with his hand on the small of your back?
"oh, thank you, but i'm not interested in dating right now." was your response, making nanami's neck tighten. what does that mean? what were you two doing there?
you weren't dating, no. the point is that you were friends with benefits. no strings attached. just fucking, just pleasing each other. this grocery trip was as friends, the breakfasts together were as friends, the sex was as friends-
"ken," again, your voice was like the smooth, untouchable hand pulling him out of a bush full of thorns and pulling him into your softness. "did we get garlic already?"
"mhm," was the only sound to escape his throat. to hell if you were dating or not- he needed you, perhaps even more than you needed him. or at least more than you realized you needed him.
fwb!nanami who pounded you hard into the mattress that night. he was a gentle lover for the most part, always checking in on you, whispering your praises, moaning into your ear as he finished in you.
not tonight. he needed to let out that pent out rage, towards the person who asked you out of course- not you.
"who's this pretty pussy belong to, hmm?" he chuckled as he gripped your hair tighter, pressing your face down into your pillow harder. His free hand was holding your hips with a bruising grip, keeping your ass up as he fucked you into another orgasm.
"k-ken, aagh," you mewled, your hands balling into fists as you held the sheets tighter. "'m yours kento, f-fuck.."
he smiled- it was dizzying, your voice being so broken and yet so his. "that's it beautiful. all mine."
by the time he was satisfied he was dripping sweat, his chest against your back as his breath came out in ragged pants.
of course, ever the gentleman, he slowly slid his cock out from you, watching with possessiveness and satisfaction as his cum dribbled down your folds, and then your bruised thighs. a part of him felt bad for being so rough, but then watching your legs tremble and your pussy pulse around nothing made him feel much less guilty.
"lemme take care of you, pretty," he murmured, helping you stand before carrying you to the bathroom. he was so sweet, sitting down on the bench in the shower, having you on his lap facing him as he washed the sweat and mess off your body with his large yet gentle hands.
you were drowsy from the mix of getting fucked stupid and the heat of the shower, and nanami's soapy hands kneading at your flesh was only making you feel more at ease. you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, arms weakly wrapping around him.
"love you, ken," you murmured into his neck, eyes fluttering to try and stay open.
nanami froze, feeling an intense rush of heat rise to his face from ear to ear. he was sure that he would be the one to say it first. with how he worshipped you, he was positive that the words would leave his tongue first.
but alas there you were, softly kissing his collarbone as you fought to stay awake. his heart swelled, more than his cock as it twitched. god, he could fuck you again just for saying that. but more than that he wanted so desperately to kiss you.
"i love you too, y/n," he hummed, tilting your head up to meet your content smile, pressing his lips to yours, lovingly, as if he had never kissed you before.
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character-babblings · 2 months
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Luke Castellan who had two modes when it come to sex. absolutely love making that involves making you being worshipped like a fellow goddess (haha)
or mean man whose made you pass out during sex a handful of times with reasons ranging from overstimulation to tiredness.
when it comes to making love he's such a sweet heart. he'll stay between your legs for the first hour and that's a minimum. and the thing is he is so into eating out your pussy that on occasion, it gets him off. and his hands ROAM but ever so gently.
at least one hand holds one of yours at all times during sex.
"gods you're so fucking gorgeous baby. i'm a mess for you. feel how hard you make me...i need your pussy please babe."
"you taste like honey sweet girl. is this all mine? is this all for me? i can't really hear you, can you look at me when im eating your pussy? there you go sweet girl." while slipping fingers into your dripping pussy.
he loves long and deep strokes when he makes love. he can't think of anything better.
except he can, and it's when he's absolutely wrecking your pussy as your eyes borderline go black before they roll into the back of your head. he's almost feral.
mean luke taming your bratty ass when you don't get your way. this can be a quiet but painful smack on your ass if you're alone. or it could be a subtle movement like gently tugging your hair. a hushed whisper to behave or you're gonna have to be taken care of.
and he does. sometimes in the middle of the woods. sometimes on the bank of the water. it really just depends on what he's feeling. because you can lie to yourself and pretend like you have any say in the matter. (you do, just pretending you don't. it's fun that way)
all niceties go out the fucking window. face fucking you hardcore, occasionally pulling you off to spit in your mouth or land a small smack across your face before pulling you back onto him.
if you've really pissed him off, he'll find somewhere to sit, sprawl out like a king, and make you do every crumb of the work.
"yeah you've got about ten minutes of my attention before i fucking destroy you. i would make it count. although i can see your pussy drool from here, so maybe you'll get lucky"
pushes your head constantly during rough sex. or grabs your face roughly. calling you every name in the book from slut to being a cockdrunk bimbo.
"look at you, drool coming out of your fucking mouth like some kind of cockdrunk slut." before licking up the drool off your chin. "such a fucking whore for me huh. what's that, orgasm number 3? i hope you don't think im letting up anytime soon, you stupid whore. spread your legs."
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Plssssass pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls do a adam x reader smut where adam is in heat or anything plssssssss
I had WAAAAY too much fun writing this one 🤭 I was originally gonna do another angel s/o but where's the fun in that? I spiced this up with a sinner s/o
💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖
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Smut below the cut! Minors dni
Extermination day. Once again. Yaaay! You hid in your apartment and waited. You knew he was coming. He was always coming.
You don't know why, but a couple years ago you were spared by Adam. Ever since then he always comes to check on you. Makes sure you're still alive. He says it's because it's funny watching you get pissed off at every little thing. Every little thing being his annoying ass.
You hear the knock at the door. It's the secret knock Adam made up so you'd know it was him. But this knock was rushed. Desperate almost. It sent a cold chill down your spine. It's not that you like Adam. You just don't want anything to happen to him and would be sad if he stops visiting but you don't LIKE him.
You quickly rush to the door, checking the peephole and there he was. Looking different? You unlocked the many bolts on your apartment door and let him in. He pushed himself past you, "what's up sinner tits?" Dumb name. You shut your door and lock it back up. "Hello, Adam." You look over at him and he looks restless. "You okay?" You ask, cocking an eyebrow in curiosity. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine, whatever." He scratched his arm like he was a drug addict. Itching for his next hit.
Your mind raced. What if the exorcists know he's been visiting me? What if he has to kill me? What if- you're snapped out of your thoughts. "Stop overthinking. You do that too much." He groaned. "Okay?" You walk over to him, his body tenses. "Why are you acting weird?" His eyes widen, he takes a couple steps back. "M-me? Weird?! Ha! That's- that's fucking rich coming from you!"
Okay, something up. That stutter screamed something was up. You put your hands on your waist stepping closer to him, causing him to step back. You ended up cornering him once he was stopped by the wall. "what the hell is up with you, Adam. Tell me, right now!"
"I need you." He whined. You don't know if it was the fact he had no where else to go, or you were being quite demanding but you weren't expecting him to whine like that. But God, did it make you feel powerful. This devine being, whining like a whore. "Excuse me?"
"fuck, I need you, y/n. Please?" He pleaded. "Jesus, it's like you're a fucking heat." You joked but his whimper told you everything. "Noooo, fucking way. Do you- are you in heat?" You laugh at him. "Don't fucking laugh!" He grabs your wrist and spins you around, pinning you to the wall.
~⁠♡✧⁠。 I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! 。✧⁠♡~⁠
"I need to fuck you. I don't want to. But I need to. I can't stop thinking about you. No one else is working, so please." He begged, never in your afterlife did you think you'd see Adam begging for you. But here you are. In your apartment, Adam pleading with you. "I'll do it." He lit up. "On one condition." He groaned his forehead resting on yours. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you want, babe."
You look him in his LED eyes, "mask off." He hesitated, removing his head from yours to get a full look at your expression. "What? Why?" He asked, his tone would tell you he was annoyed by the request but inside he was scared. What if you changed your mind once you saw his actual face. "Because I like to look at the person who's going to fuck me." He whines, he's desperate right now, he needs you. He reaches for his mask, hesitates before taking it off.
He looked gorgeous, stunning, and surprisingly embarrassed. "You so-" he couldn't wait any longer, his lips crashed into yours, his tongue explored your mouth. There was no negotiation on who was dominating the situation.
His hands caressed your body starting at your neck tracing down to your waist before getting to your legs, he lifts you up with ease. Sloppily kissing you, as he takes you to the nearest surface, your side table. Sitting you on top of it, knocking off a couple of books, a small plant and a picture frame among other things.
He releases your lips to move on to your jawline then neck, covering you in marks. His marks. You can't help but moan at the sensation. His hands head straight to your pants, gaining access to your intimate area. Once your pants are off he whips off his robe and lifts you up from the side table. Lining up with your entrance. His eyes full of lust for you. He watched your face as he slid you onto his cock. It was perfect, dickmaster is right. It was like he cock was made to fit you. He didn't give much time for you to enjoy the fit before he started thrusting into you.
His arms wrapped around your back holding you close to his body. His teeth sinked into your neck, he moaned into your skin. Your hands found their way to the back and top of his head, tugging at his brown locks. His wings burst out, twitching and trembling as he buries his cock deep inside you. Filling you fully with his member, hitting that sweet spot with each thrust. "Fuck.. so good y/n" he mumbles into your neck. "So tight.."
His hips stuttered, he released your neck and went back to your lips, feeling you moan into his mouth sent him over the edge as he finished inside of you. His wings fell to the floor and you both crashed into the sideboard, Adam leaning on you for support. "Fuck.. bitch, who knew you'd feel so good." "Who knew you liked dirty sinners." You panted. "Don't spoil it."
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꒰ᐢ..ᐢ゛everyone gets a turn !!
info; you're Isagi Yoichi's sweet girlfriend, who also had done a dirty deed with his friends.
featuring. ITOSHI RIN, NAGI SEISHIRO, BACHIRA MEGURU, CHIGIRI HYOMA !! [SEPERATE] x AFAB!READER
cw. oral, cheating, degration, praise, mommy kink, tit fucking, choking, gagging, riding, clothed grinding, fingering, vaginal penetration, squirting
ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+
CHAPTER II >0<
Your boyfriend, Isagi Yoichi, has always been a sweet and caring boy. He was always giddy, he showers you with love and care, and he's always by your side. He was also friendly, too. So you knew his friends after a few months of dating. Isagi's friends were your friends, too. Isagi wasn't oblivious, except for one thing.
It's the fact his friends have all had a taste of pleasure with you.
But how could you bring yourself to tell him that? It would break his poor heart. He was a sweetheart, a certified lover boy. So there was no way you could tell him that. So here you are, cheating on your boyfriend.
ITOSHI RIN was the first guy to have a taste of you. He hated your boyfriend. He considered Isagi as his rival, and he would do anything to beat Isagi. It annoyed him when Isagi introduced such a pretty thing to them, being extremely affectionate with you, calling you these stupid endearments, and you were doing the same, too. It was annoying, and Rin couldn't stand that. The fact that Isagi had gotten himself such a gorgeous lady made his rage towards Isagi grow further. He saw how happy you are with isagi, smiling and talking to his friends, and even talking to him. You looked up to him, like literally, since he was a tall guy, after all. Your doe eyes would always give him goosebumps, he wondered, what would you look like looking up to him with those eyes as you sucked his dick off like your life depended on it? Well, that was exactly what was happening now.
“Go on, take it. You can do it, doll.” he coos, his hand gripping the back of your skull as he pushed your head further, causing you to take more of his huge cock. Muffled whines were heard from you as he kept on pushing you forward, forcing you to take down his dick, and fucking your throat. Your eyes widened when you felt his cock hit the back of your throat, and you looked up at him. That's the view Itoshi Rin wanted to see. Your pretty eyes all teary, a blush on your cheek, and your mouth stuffed full with his cock. “fuck… what a whore.” he groaned out, throwing his head back on the sofa as you started sucking down on his cock, his heavy hand still on your head, his thumb giving your hair a few strokes. “I wonder what Isagi would do if he saw this.” Rin scoffed, and you whined with the thought of your boyfriend catching you two, sending vibrations down his cock. “Fuck- good, that's it.” a half smirk was present on Rin's face, as he looked down once more at you, your tears now streaming down your face as you proceeded to suck him off. 
He then grabbed your hair, and started bobbing your head on his cock, causing you to gag. “Ah fuck.. yeah, just like- ngh, just like that.” he grunted, looking at your face as you proceeded to choke and gag on his cock, he loved this sight, he loved seeing you take his fat dick on your mouth. “That asshole's a lucky bastard, tch.” he muttered out, in annoyance on how Isagi's gotten you, on how Isagi probably stuffed up your cunt and turned you into a moaning mess for him. He was annoyed, and proceeded to go faster, causing you to whine. You had no control, and Rin was being too harsh with you, but you can't deny that you don't like it. You loved it. A few more minutes of you throttling on his cock, and he finally came down your throat. He pulled away from your mouth, and more spurts of his cum spilled on your pretty face, the sight gave him an ego boost, it was his way of saying 'fuck you, Isagi.' , it felt like he had won something against Isagi. “now this is more like it.”
NAGI SEISHIRO who didn't seem to care when Isagi introduced a girl, but something caught his attention. Your chest. It was.. well, he would be lying if he said it didn't turn him on. He knew it would be wrong if he did something to his friend's girl, but hey, what would go wrong if he doesn't find out? His logic was simple. He thought having a raging hard dick in his sweatpants each time he thinks of you was such a hassle, which is why he invited you over in disguise that you two would only play some games he bought. So why are you here, sitting down on his bed, your cardigan thrown away somewhere in his room, him laying down as you pushed your breasts together, squeezing them down on Nagi's cock? “l-like this, nagi?” you asked, you were rather shy, the blush on your face visible as you looked up at him. “mph- mhm. Yeah, just like that..” he murmured, as you slowly started to rub your breasts together on his cock. “does it.. feel good, seishiro?” you asked, your focus on how his dick twitched once you started moving your boobs together. “yes.. ah! shit, feels good..” he whimpered out, your lips kissing the tip of his cock and giving it kitten licks. “mfff….hah, just like that, just like that… mommy.” he groaned, feeling your warm tongue suck the tip of his cock and your round breasts rubbing against his length.
You were slightly surprised when Nagi called you 'mommy', but you figured he wanted to be taken care of. Isagi told you Nagi was a slacker, and how lazy Nagi is outside the field. With those thoughts on your head, you looked at the snowy haired boy, sweat dripping on his face and neck, whimpers, groans, and grunts being heard from him. A sly smile crept up on your face, “there, there, seishiro. Mommy will take care of you, okay?” you chuckled, taking his tip back on your mouth and rubbing your breasts faster, and that earned a moan from him. “wanna cum, wanna cum, mommy please.. ah-!” his breath hitched, and you felt his dick twitch again, and you pulled his tip out of your mouth, as warm liquid came out of his dick, making a mess on your breasts. 
Nagi let out a long sigh, and his gaze looking back at you. “good boy, seishiro.” you smiled at him, before crawling towards him and giving him a pat in the head. He then pulled you closer, sitting you on his lap, his dick resting just under your ass, as he gave your nipple a teasing bite. “wanna make you feel good too, mommy.”
BACHIRA MEGURU who was Isagi's self proclaimed best, best, bestest friend. You found his extraordinary behavior funny, it amused you every time Bachira would do silly things in public with no shame at all. You never suspected Bachira to be the type to be possessive, obsessive, or anything dark whatsoever.
Bachira had always been a ball of sunshine, his optimism always cheered you up, even during times you and Isagi would have a little quarrel, Bachira would be there for you to hear you rant on about Isagi and cheer you up afterwards. By cheering up, it means eating you up and murmuring sweet nothings as he laps on your cunt.
“I'm sure he doesn't mean it, pretty.” Bachira murmured, as he kissed your clit before sucking back on it, his two fingers prodding on your hole. “I'm sure he'll apologize,” he breaks contact with your clit, as his two fingers toyed with your throbbing hole. “and everything will be alriiiiiiight soon.” he smiled, dipping down on your clit again, bullying it with his skilled tongue. Bachira never failed to cheer you up, to make you feel good. “hngh.. meguru-! ah.. no-not there!” you moaned out, as he curled his fingers inside your cunt, earning a loud moan from you. His fingers were long and it never made you feel empty, it went along with his tongue that was so fucking skilled, it alone could make you come undone. You threw your head back on the sofa, seeing stars as Bachira was skillfully eating you out and fingering you.
“See? He's already calling.” Bachira smiled, looking at your phone that was beside you as he pulled his tongue away from your clit, his fingers still playing with you. “go on, answer him.” Bachira spoke and handed you the phone, his voice laced with mischief. Your head was in a haze, as you took the phone and answered your boyfriend. “Hey, Y/n, uh.. I know I was a jerk..” your boyfriend Isagi trailed off, talking about his mistakes and what he did wrong and apologizing to you. He was being genuine and sincere with you, but you didn't even get a single thing he said.
Why? Because you were focused on the pleasure Bachira was giving you. His tongue abusing your poor clit, his fingers curling inside your cunt, and you tried not to make any noise as you felt your stomach tighten a knot forming in your stomach as you whispered to bachira, “'m gonna cum..!” you hushed him, signaling him to stop, but he only gave you a half-assed smirk and continued further, causing you to use your other hand to cover your mouth, “and that's that. I'm sorry, please forgive me, Y/N. I didn't mean it.” your boyfriend finished whatever he was saying, but you also finished and came undone on Bachira's tongue and made a mess on his fingers. Your eyes rolled back, seeing stars as you sighed out, trying to come down from your peak of pleasure.
Bachira gave you a wink, and the sigh sounded like those sighs your girlfriend would give you after hearing your apology, and Isagi did not suspect anything. “Okay.. I accept your apology, Yoichi.. 'm sorry too..” you muttered on the phone, and your other hand gave Bachira a pat in the head. Little does Isagi know that, that “sorry” had two meanings.
CHIGIRI HYOMA who you considered to be your best friend out of Isagi's friends. Chigiri was sassy, and he had an attitude, too. You easily got along with him, both of you talking about skin care products, hair products, lotions, all of those stuff. Isagi smiled at you two's friendship. He was happy that you could have a relatable talk with someone in his circle of friends cause they were all boys. You trusted Chigiri, alot. He was always giving you advice, and you two became close. He would tell you some gossip he heard, and you would tell him gossip from your college in return. One day, he invited you to watch movies at his place, just a normal, friendly, and casual hang out for close friends.
But somehow, you're on his lap, grinding your clothed pussy lazily at his crotch. “geez.. we only agreed for movies.” he sighed, placing his hands on your waist. “Though, I suppose I wouldn't mind a little activity.” he added, and that gave you the signal to take your panties off, and he did the same, swiftly taking his underwear off, before you went back crashing onto his lips, and crawling back to his lap, his hand pressing back on your ass, as you made yourself comfortable. You looked at his dick, he was hung. He was.. big. You gulped, wondered if you could take that in. “What's the matter? Have you and Isagi never done it?” Chigiri queried, getting a load at your expression. “We have but-” you paused, “it's just so… big.” you shyly admitted “so is Isagi that small?” he teased, a giggle following after. You couldn't possibly respond after that. It was awkward. “alright, let's get serious now, go, ride me.” he quickly averted his gaze back to you, as you nodded and inserted his length down on your pretty pussy.
Your wetness coating his dick, as it went inside. Slowly but surely, it found itself home and cozy inside your cunt as you nuzzled your head on the crook of his neck. “you're so.. fucking tight.” Chigiri grunted, as he slowly started thrusting, and you rocked along with his rhythm, bouncing on his cock. “you're like a virgin, first time being fucked by a cock this big?” he teased you, pulling you into a deep heated kiss as your hips moved in sync with his. Each thrust made you see stars. “haaah.. hyoma.. so- ah! hngh.. so good..” you moaned out, “oh I bet it does." The steady pace got you feeling comfortable, and it caught you off guard when he started thrusting faster. “ah-! wa-wait.. hyo-hyoma!” you mewled out, as he continued to thrust despite your protests. “sorry pretty.” he grunted, the fast pace made you feel so so good.
A new found feeling you never thought would come. Isagi was often soft with you, he would be slow and steady unless you tell him to or when he's frustrated, but Chigiri.. his speed was something else, and his cock being buried so deep inside you made you feel insane pleasure. You might just cum right away. “i-i'm gonna.. cum! gonna cum, hyoma- ah!” you whined out, a smirk was present in Chigiri's face, as he only thrusted faster and harsher. You were crying, wrapping your arms around him, babbling nonsense and chanting his name like some prayer. Music to Chigiri's ears. It wasn't long before your pleasure washed you over. And no, it wasn't any ordinary orgasm you'd experience, you squirted.
“holy- fuck, never knew you were a squirter.” Chigiri gasped, witnessing how you squirted on his cock, and your body tensed up. “do that again.” he stated, his voice stern. Chigiri knows what he wants, and he's getting it. Something tells you this will be a very, very, long day.
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luveline · 7 months
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hi jadey!! can i request something with steve? maybe where reader used to be in a relationship where the other person made her to do all the work ( put in the groceries, clean the house, etc.) and one day steve is taking care of some of the chores and reader freaks out cause she’s the one supposed to be doing it?? it’s just an idea, no pressure lovely! hope you’re having a good day 🫶🫶
ty gorgeous! fem!reader
Steve hums when he's busy. No pretentiousness, no shame, he sings lyrics, guitar, and occasionally drums, too. You can hear him in the kitchen singing that Van Halen song he loves, his voice twisted tight as he tries to hit a high note. 
"Are you making a sandwich?" you ask hopefully, hanging your coat on the hook as you trudge in from the front door. 
You're in the kitchen before Steve's collected the wits to answer you. Your jaw falls open. 
"Hey, babe," he says. It's difficult to tell if the pet name is joking or serious, Steve in his pyjamas with his sleeves rolled up, his lips quirked into a funny smile as though he's pleased to see you but confused at the same time. "No? Did you want one?" 
"What are you doing?"
Steve holds his games up in surrender, a cloth held in the left. "I'm wiping down the counters?" 
"Why?" 
"I do this every Friday before you get home." 
"What?" 
Steve takes the cloth to the sink to rinse it out. Bleach bubbles squeeze from the fabric. "Am I doing it wrong? This is how I always do it. Wipe the counters, vacuum, mop. Why are you back so early?" 
"Steve, you don't have to clean. I… that's my job." 
"Then what's mine?" he asks, turning off the faucet and dropping the wet cloth at the bottom of the basin. He wipes his hands dry with a hand towel, ushering your forward with a gesture of his index finger. "Come here…" He wraps his arms around you. "All you do lately is work." Steve kisses your cheek three quick times. "Miss you."
You blink a little, overwhelmed, still worried. "Do I not do it right? It's okay if I don't, I can–" 
"Do what? The counters? No. I just figured it's my turn before the weekend starts and you go on your cleaning frenzy. Which isn't your job, by the way. I don't know why you think that." 
He's light-hearted, but your silence spurns him into a more serious tone. Taking your face into one still-damp palm, he narrows his eyes until they're more brown than anything else and says, "Do you really think it's your job?"
"I'm the girl." 
"And I'm so stoked about that, but…" He smiles, pulling your cheek with his thumb to encourage the same. "That's not right. Do you even like cleaning?" 
"I don't have to like it, it's housework." 
Steve can't seem to decide whether this is serious or not. He goes from smiling to frowning to impassive, his fingers rubbing a slovenly path down your cheek. Strands of hair like lace drift into his eyes as he ducks his head, his gaze on your chest. "It's housework for the house we both live in. I know you've been doing more of it since we moved in, and I'm really sorry. I'm lazier than you. I should've asked you about it, but now I've let you do more and you think you need to do all of it. I'm a dick." 
"No, you're not." 
"I'm a total dick. You think you have to clean up after me?" He brings you in for another hug. "Holy fuck, baby. I'm a grown up." 
You bristle at first, but relax the longer he holds you, his words sinking in steady. He's not criticising you; Steve is apologising and self-deprecating. You slide your arms behind his back and breathe in his smell, all things boy but with the sharp smell of bleach lingering. 
"I did it myself. You know, before. So that's why it feels like it's mine to do. Not your fault," you say into his chest. 
Steve pulls away. "Thanks, but I'm a huge dick no matter what." 
He marches you backwards and forces you back into one of the chairs at the dining table. You grab at his arms as he attempts to walk away, lifting your chin to kiss him. It distracts him for a while, the soft, slow press of his lips against yours, your hand in his hair scratching tenderly, but he can't be kept forever. Steve ends your kissing with a peck and beelines for the fridge.
"What are you doing?" you ask. 
"Making you a sandwich. Dinner and a show tonight, did I forget to tell you? You can eat the best BLT in the western hemisphere and I'm gonna vacuum the crumbs from under the toaster. Perfect Friday night, right?" 
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Stitched Together T | 698 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is sitting in comfortable silence together doing their own thing
"Do you still have my vest?"
"Hello to you too?" Steve says, raising his eyebrows when Eddie takes that as his cue to push past Steve, into his house.
He quickly kicks the door behind him, curling an arm around Steve's waist to reel him into a quick kiss. "Hello! My old vest- you got it?"
"I do- I haven't been able to get the blood out yet."
"Oh, I don't want it," Eddie waves him off, already halfway up the stairs. "Come on, I need to see it!"
"What- Eddie!"
Steve hurries up the stairs after Eddie, who takes them two steps at a time. He hovers at Steve's bedroom door though, rocking back and forth on his heels, waiting.
It's then that Steve noticed the plastic bag that he's holding.
"You gonna explain?"
"In a minute! I need to see my old vest first."
"It's in my closet," Steve explains, leading him into his room and pointing.
Eddie immediately jumps over to the closet, glancing back at Steve before he opens it to make sure it's ok for him to dig through it.
It doesn't take him long to find the vest, face splitting into a grin as he pulls it out.
"Perfect."
"So... what's going on?"
"I'm gonna make a new one. Wanted to remind myself how this bad boy is layed out first."
"Oh?"
"I'll only need it for, like, a few hours. I can get it back to you by the end of the day."
"What? Wh- you brought your stuff here."
"Yeah, I'm gonna stitch it together in the van. I was thinking about going out to the quarry."
"You could- I mean, if you want to, you could just... do it here? If you want to. I'm just gonna be baking today anyway."
"Hell yeah. Any excuse to spend more time with you is a great idea in my book."
Eddie follows him downstairs, setting up on the sofa in the living room, while Steve continues past him into the kitchen.
Steve pokes his head back in after a minute.
"You didn't want to talk, did you?"
"I know how you get when you bake," Eddie reminds him. "I'm ok here. If I need anything, I know where everything is."
"You could ask-"
"No, I couldn't. It's ok, babe. Really. It's nice to just... know you're here."
"Oh. Really?"
"Really."
Steve goes back into the kitchen, but it's not long before he's washed the side, the bowls and utensils he used. All he needs to do is wait for his food to bake.
He wanders back into the living room, sitting on one of the arm chairs.
Eddie barely glances up, focused on his task.
He doesn't seem bothered that Steve is staring, so he just... watches.
It's surprisingly nice. Comforting.
He can see how much care Eddie is putting into each patch, taking his time when pinning them in place and being careful with each stitch.
By the time the kitchen timer goes off, Eddie has only managed to stitch two patches on and started on the backpatch.
He follows Steve into the kitchen once he's done putting his things away, just in time for him to start plating.
"Looks delicious."
"Mhmm," Steve grins. He pulls Eddie closer with a hand on his hip as soon as he's within reach. "You?"
"Got two done in the time it usually takes me to stitch on one, so, I consider it a win."
"Good."
He tries to lean in, pepper Eddie's neck with kisses until he caves the way he always does, easily following Steve up to-
"We should do this more often," Eddie continues. "Hanging out like this. It's... nice. It really is."
"Yeah," Steve agrees, reluctantly pulling back. He can't bite back his sappy smile though. "You're gorgeous when you get into your passions."
"Careful, Harrington. Keep talking like that and people might start thinking you're in love with me."
"Mmm, I don't know, they might be into something."
His attempt to kiss Eddie is ruined by how much they're both laughing.
Steve is pretty sure it's one of the best days that he's ever been fortunate enough to live.
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