✧♡Nymphs Masterlist♡✧

「BNHA Boys reacting to you not being able to reach something in the kitchen」

⤷ Bakugou

arms folded and an amused smile tugging on his lips, he leans side-ways against door frame as he watches you struggle to reach the shelf because he finds it cute. “need help, darling?” he asks teasingly, grinning wider at your annoyed huff before he finally walks towards you and grabs it for you.

⤷ Deku

he’s passing by the kitchen when he sees you trying to reach something in the upper cabinets. he takes just a while to watch the cute sight with an a fond smile then quietly comes up behind you, one hand placed on your waist while the other effortlessly reaches up for the shelf. “here,” he says, handing you the glassware, then leaves a small kiss on top of your head.

⤷ Kirishima

he comes into the kitchen, acting like he’s going to help you but instead, cages you against the counter. his head tilted to the side, he looks at you with a playful glint in his eyes and a light-hearted grin on his face. “i think i should get something in return if i help you.” he then steals a kiss before reaching up the cabinet for you.

⤷ Todoroki

he’s so focused on reading the ingredients listed on the ramen pack that he doesn’t notice you struggling to reach for the shelf. only when he glances at you and sees you climb onto the counter, he rushes over to you, hurriedly saying, “oh my god, y/n, what are you doing?” he already knows the answer and softly tells you to be careful. letting out a small chuckle, he helps you come down, saying, “you could’ve just asked me, love,”

⤷ Denki

he finds the whole situation very cute and kind of teases you about it afterwards, but first he comes up to you with a playful smile on his face and helps you get what you want but before giving it to you he puts his arms up behind his back and tells you to give him a kiss as a reward, only then will you get what you wanted.

⤷ Tamaki

he doesn’t think twice when he sees you taking a chair to get up and get what you want; he thinks it’s cute, but at the same time he’s worried that you might fall and get hurt. “hey, don’t worry love, next time you can call me and i’ll help you” he says calmly as you get off the chair and kiss your forehead.

⤷ Shinsou

he would smirk as he enters the kitchen and sees you on tiptoe as you stretch your arm. he stands behind you and one hand he holds your waist while the other goes to the shelf and takes what you want. he smiles when you thank him and leaves a kiss on your neck before leaving.

⤷ Hawks

he would smile so hugely at the cute scene; he would silently approach you and make one of his feathers to take what you want and bring it to him. you turn around a little startled, and he smiles when he sees your expression. “looking for this, honey?” he asks with a gentle yet provocative smile. you went to take it from his hands and thank him but before you could do anything he says, “oh not so fast.. i want my payment first” he says pouting, ready for you to kiss him as a reward.

⤷ Dabi

he chuckles, extending his arms and easily reaching the shelf. as he hands you the package, his lips curl up into a grin, his eyebrows raised in a teasing manner, “aren’t you lucky you have me, huh,” he says, poking your cheek playfully before leaning back on the counter and tugging you closer.

⤷ Shigaraki

when he walks into the kitchen and sees you, he can’t help but smile a little. he silently walks over to you and leans on the other counter, watching you from behind. you give up with a sigh and when you turn around you’re startled by him standing there with his arms crossed and a look you couldn’t decipher. “need some help?” he says, but you know just saying ‘yes’ won’t do, he wants to hear you asking. “yes, tomura. can you get it for me, please?” you ask but he just stares at you with a frown, “ugh, what else do you want me to do?” he just laughs, still waiting. you then approach and kiss his cheek and he quickly blushes, avoiding looking at you. “isn’t that what you wanted?” you ask jokingly and he grumbles something before getting what you want.

georges chakra spring/summer 2019 haute couture

changes in 1 year for you life...

everthing about my paid readings and spells

pile 1

Many here may be feeling disillusioned or drowning in loving illusions, something like that, as if they are only sure that it will work out with this particular person, but it's okay if it doesn't resonate, this message is not for everyone, it is for a small group, you You will free yourself from some thoughts, you will be able to travel more, explore more, leave your comfort zone and explore what you want, come out of your shell, you will put love on the back burner.

pile 2

some are in a big impasse, they feel tired and exhausted from something, or from life itself, a lot of work, you will become a more understanding and loving, caring person, you will open your heart in a way that everyone will find you kind, at least on a first impression when meeting you, but there is still work to be done (?), if you are looking for a loving relationship, I see a very prosperous and beautiful one in your paths.

pile 3

I see a relationship term here, a relationship that you may not see now but is toxic and sucks you in somehow. You will become more visible because you will take better care of yourself, if you have dark circles they will disappear, I see you happy walking alone and doing your things, you can learn a new hobby.

let me come home: two.

Summary: After years at a dead-end job shouldering everyone’s expectations for you but your own, you’re finally free to be whoever you want, go wherever you want. That is, until a series of unfortunate events strand you in Amber’s End, where the sheriff – and notoriously unmated pack alpha – decides to take you in.

Pairings: alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!Reader; side alpha!Bucky Barnes x beta!Sam Wilson

Notes: Wowowow - I don’t even want to count how many months it’s been, but we are finally back in business! I can’t thank you all enough for the love you showed on the first chapter of this and I am beyond excited to share this and hear what you think. Big reminder from the last chapter that parts one and two are all about setting the stage for Steve and our lovely reader. So,  this is more or less 5k of more background. But, I really loved introducing Bucky, Sam, and Nat (Bucky especially because he’s going to be huge here!) and hope you enjoy them too. Especially my Heat Wave readers - mechanic!Bucky returns! And I promise parts three and four will be extra juicy to make up for it. Divider credit goes to @writeyourmindaway​!

Chapter warnings: Werewolf AU, A/B/O dynamics, incredibly basic knowledge of cars that is probably incorrect

The drive to Steve’s home is short: five minutes from the diner to the base of a wooded hill, another ten to reach the peak. You follow him up a slanted stretch of road with eyes trained on his tail lights, but there are moments when your gaze strays. Sunset lingers on either side of you, framing the forest in a pretty glow. The blend of deep orange and soft pink is hard to look away from, even when you know you should be focused elsewhere, and you make your way to the top in that dizzying in-between. 

When you finally come to a stop, it’s on a patch of paved road - a welcome change to the gravel before it - in front of a large wooden cabin. Behind you, the town’s spread out in a panorama, spanning for what feels like an eternity. You can see everything from here: the humble spread of Main Street; the blues and greens of the Hummingbird; and finally, the mountains, majestic and steady beyond that.

It’s the perfect place for the pack’s alpha to be and, coincidentally, has been the home of Rogers alphas for three generations now.

Seguir leyendo

SOAP MAKER! KIYOOMI AND FLORIST! Y/N AU

he goes to you to get ingredients for all his soaps because he knows how well you take care of all your plants.

he knows you don’t use harmful pesticides to keep insects away, you’re smart in your craft and use natural plants to keep unwanted bugs from your precious babies.

you always smile when sakusa comes in, asking you for your best picks of the day, blushes when you throw in an extra bundle bc he’s always there to support you.

he repays you with soaps he crafts specifically for you, it knocks the wind out of you when you inquire about the ingredients and he says he thought long and hard about you,

points out that you have very pretty skin, so he used everything with care.

he’s tedious and hardworking, you can see his love language through these gifts.

just as you care for your plants, taking care and loving them,

he does the same for you from afar.

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary You're having trouble sleeping and pot seems like the only solution. Good thing your dealer, Eddie Munson, knows of another method that he's willing to to teach you. You get more than you bargained for when he tells you what he gets off to every night - you. [8.8k]

warnings 18+ only smut, fem!reader, eddie teaches you how to masturbate, p in v sex, light praise kink, mutual pining/lusting, lots of kissing, dirty talk, weed ment, aftercare, they are not so secretly infatuated with one another, eddie is a soft dork but also dirty <3 r implied as dressing very femininely

𓆩❤︎𓆪

Eddie kneels outside his trailer. 

You stop at the lip of the grass and wonder what he's doing. His back is to you, covered by a band shirt familiar even from this angle and riddled with rips and moth holes. You're about to call out to him when he speaks. 

"You're hot, huh, sweetheart?" Softer than you've ever heard him. "Why don't you go inside? Escape the heat, yeah?"

You approach slowly, footfall smothered by the lush green underfoot. He's scratching behind the ears of a tabby cat. 

"It's so hot out! The sun's gonna cook you," he says, whisper-shouting.

Like the tabby can understand what he's saying it stands, stretches tall and then slinks off into the trailer. "Good girl," Eddie says, standing up. 

"Are you collecting strays?" you ask lightly. 

He turns to you, surprised but not scared. "Don't worry, you're still my favourite." 

Good girl. His words ring loud between both ears. "I'm not a stray." 

"Uh-huh. What's my shy girl want today?" You spin on your heel and Eddie starts laughing. "Sorry, I'm sorry! Come on, you'll like what I have!" 

"You know I can't talk to you when you get like this," you tell him, pouting from over your shoulder. 

He pushes a mess of black curls behind his ear and beckons you forward. "Come on," he says, sing-song. "Let daddy set you up."

"Jesus Christ," you mutter, following Eddie into his house unhappily. 

You hate when he gets in this mood, not because he's ever really made you uncomfortable, but because you like to be teased, and he knows it. Or he likes watching you squirm. Either way, it's dangerous territory. 

"How much did you want?" he asks. 

The cool inside of his trailer is a blessing. You hold your naked arms away from your skin and try to take a deep breath of cool air. "I have thirty dollars. So… however much that is." 

"Babe, what the fuck do you want so much for?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder at you incredulously. 

You follow him into his room. "Do you not have it?" you ask, tracing posters you've seen upwards of ten times by now. Eddie's a good dealer – reliable, sweet, and prone to freebies without any pervy requests in place. 

He once swapped you an eighth for a cheap charm bracelet. He wears it now, the silver delicate and entirely too sweet for his metalhead appearance. It looks good on him, anyhow. 

He pulls open the usual lunchbox you hadn't noticed sitting on one of his amps and pulls out more pot than you've ever seen at one time. "Don't I?" 

"Woah."

"Uh-huh. Ern't she preddy?" he asks in a drawing southern accent. 

You hold out your hands and he lets you take it. When you open the zip lock bag, the smell isn't awful. The buds are thick with green fuzz, and your eyes water. 

You pass it back to him. "How much can I have for thirty?" 

"For you? Half." 

"Don't do that, Eddie. Gimme what you'd give anyone else." 

"But you're not anyone else, babe. You're my favourite customer." 

"I'm gonna put you out of business," you say, lightly chiding. "Can I sit down?" 

He hums and nods and you sit cross legged at the top of his bed. His bed sheets are pushed away and the space is cold. His pillow under your hand is colder. 

Eddie doesn't bother weighing it. You roll your eyes at him but also feel amazingly happy, because it's a lot of pot for not a lot of money, because his favouritism speaks for what you hope might be a small crush. Still, when he passes you the new bag you feel guilty. 

"Eddie, I can't take that. I know that's more than thirty." 

His eyebrows jump. "I don't care. What's the point in doing this if I can't give pretty girls a little something extra?" 

"I don't know. To make money?" 

He holds out the bag. You don't take it. "Fine," he says, sighing.

"Thank you." You watch him fish three or four bigger buds out of the bag. He presents you with a much more reasonable amount, his hands stained with the smell. "Thank you," you say again.

"Yeah. Wanna stay and watch a movie?" 

You've known Eddie since middle school. Classmates, not really friends, not not friends, though ever since you've started buying a small kinship has blossomed between you. 

"What movie?" 

"Whatever you want." 

You nibble the inside of your lip. "You'll roll up for me?" 

"Sure will." 

So you end up on Eddie's couch with the tabby cat that isn't his purring heavily on your lap as he rolls a couple of joints for you. You won't smoke anything until tonight so Eddie drops them into your newly acquired ziplock bag with papers and the leftover bud. 

He sniffs. "So, you're not sleeping?" he asks knowingly, straightening out with a groan and disappearing out of view into the kitchenette. You're a total overthinker. Pot helps you calm down.

"I'm sleeping." 

"After toking up." 

"There's…" You scratch the vibrating cat behind its ears, frowning to yourself. "Worse things to do." 

"Better ones, though. Hey, do you want a drink?" 

You say no and he brings you a glass of water anyways. His hands smell strongly of hand soap and faintly of weed as he passes it to you. You take it carefully, wary of disturbing your cuddle partner. 

"Like what?" you ask.

"Cranking one out, for starters." 

You wince, afraid to bring the lip of the glass to your mouth in case you choke on it. "Anything else?"

"Running?" Eddie suggests, sitting with you but leaving a more than comfortable gap between your legs.

"Not my thing," you murmur. 

It's weird, but anything above murmuring feels like shouting in the calm of his home. The movie plays on the TV and the cat purs, Eddie spreads his legs out and slouches into the cushions, his face surrounded by dark hair. He smiles at you like he always does, amicable if slightly flirty. 

"Maybe pot is your only option," he says mournfully. He pulls a lock of hair in front of his face and his eyebrows pinch together. "Make sure you brush your teeth after though. Or you'll get bad teeth."

"Bad teeth?" 

"Smoking ruins your pearls." 

You put down your glass of water and weave your fingers into the cat's rough fur. Eddie is really nice. Really really nice. And he probably likes you, so… what's the worst that could happen, by asking? 

I'm only asking, you decide. 

"Eddie," you say softly, disrupting a big tobacco rant that he'd started. "What- when you say cranking one out, that's-" 

"You know." He holds his hand above his crotch and squeezes the air. You feel a terrible heat start to collect in your abdomen. "Five to one? Uh- Nulling the void?" He grasps for words at your lost expression. "Making soup?" 

His voice goes high. You think he's as embarrassed as you are, and you're not gonna ask again. You giggle. "Oh, right." 

He drops his hand heavy against the seat of his pants and leans back. "Crank one out and sleep like a log." 

"That works for you?" you ask tentatively. 

"Every night." 

You sink down into the couch and hide your face in cat fur. Eddie starts asking about how your job is, a genuine, earnest interest that further cements your next decision. You clear your throat. 

"Eddie, can I ask you something?" He grins and waves his hand. "When you," you wince, "'make soup', do you just- how do you…" You slink down so far you're almost falling off of the couch. "How do you make yourself-" You gesture to your pelvis and then screw your hand into a fist, self-conscious.

He blinks. "Finish?" 

You look at the chain around his neck rather than his face. "Yeah." 

"Are you asking me because you want to know how I do it, or because you don't know how to do it to yourself?" 

You rub your cheek with your shoulder. "The second option." 

"Shit," he mutters. 

"Sorry, you don't have to- I just thought-" 

Eddie sits up. He looks more serious than he had before but not any less patient, elbows braced on his knees and head propped up in his hand. He parts his fingers over his lips. 

"You don't know how?" he asks. 

"I must've missed that lesson in sex ed," you try to joke. It comes out awkward. Eddie laughs anyways, a huff of breath. 

"Lucky you, I've sat through sex ed three times." He grins brilliantly, but his joking tone softens when he sees your hesitant expression. "If you wanna know, I'm happy to tell you." 

"Are you sure?"

"We're friends, right? What are friends for?" You don't miss the sarcastic twist to his words or his ironic smile. 

Friends like you and Eddie likely aren't meant to be giving one another lessons on masturbation. But really, he's the only person you know who you could ask and wouldn't feel totally looked down on. Eddie's nice to his core, but better – he doesn't judge. 

You struggle to know what to ask. 

The cat chooses this moment to wake and jump off of you, strutting out of the trailer's open door and back into the sunlight without so much as a grateful look back. 

And now you're alone with him. 

"How's your anatomy?" he asks. You shake your head slowly. "You know, grade wise? Are we passing? B? B-? C?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about, Munson." 

"Do you know what's what?" he asks concisely.

You sit up and press your knees together, suddenly very aware of your 'anatomy'. "I think so." 

He purses his lips for a few seconds before shrugging. "Alright. We can work with that." Eddie pushes his cheek into the couch and looks at your face unflinching as he says, "You know what your clit is?" 

You cringe. Full body. 

Eddie shrugs. "What? That's what it's called. You don't have to be embarrassed about it." 

"I know what it is." 

"And you can't make yourself-" 

"No." 

He doesn't miss your frustration. "Hey, hey, it's fine. Some people think that it's, like, a magic on-button, but it's not. There's a whole process." 

"How do you know?" you ask genuinely. 

His answering smile is wolfish. "I'm in a band, babe. Fucking a guitarist is like, a bucket list thing or some shit. Girls will tell you exactly what they want if you're willing to listen." 

Something about his knowing look has your heart skipping a beat. Maybe two. He pushes his hand across the couch and you're not sure if it's on purpose or accident, only that he's leaning in, a small smile on his face. 

"And I'm a damn good listener." 

You meet his eyes and know what he's offering. He waits, ring heavy fingers splayed wide in the space between you. It's the sight of them – thick, long and adorned in string-wrought calluses – that tips you over the edge. 

He's already pulling back with a reassuring smile on his face, lips parted to likely say something too nice when you interrupt him. 

"Will you teach me?" you ask quietly. 

A split-second of surprise is quickly overtaken by enthusiasm. "You're not high, are you?" 

"No." 

He gets up to close the door and starts for his room. You linger on the couch uselessly and he doubles back, hand on the wall. "Are you coming?" 

The noise from the TV fades as you walk down the hall and into his room. Your socked foot nudges into a tower of books close to the door and you reach out to steady them. Eddie pulls the sheets back into place and flicks on the lamp. He pauses by the stereo before turning that on, too. 

A song you don't recognise starts to play. Eddie climbs up onto his bed and stands there for a second, suddenly very tall. "You wanna take off your jacket?"

"It's a cardigan." You peel the thin white cotton off of your shoulders and shift from foot to foot, unsure of yourself. 

Eddie settles on his knees, pulls off his rings. "It's pretty. Come here," he says, holding out his arms. 

You slide onto the bed cautiously, naked calves rubbing against the sheets. You feel as though every sense has been dialled to eleven; you're thinking about every brush of fabric, every small sound that they make. 

Eddie takes one of your hands and you sit with one leg crossed and the other hanging off the edge of the bed, surprised at his soft touch. He soothes your hand and brings it to his lap, eyes on your now-bared shoulders. 

"You dress real pretty." He says it with his usual dramatics, though there's enough sincerity there to make you smile. 

You look down at your delicate clothes thoughtfully. "You think so?" 

"Mh-hm. It suits you," he says as he drums his thumbs against the back of your hand. 

He pushes one palm up the length of your arm and pulls it towards him at the same time. You've never been touched like this before and you want it bad, shuffling towards him with a shameful speed. He takes it in stride, hand bumping up the hill of your shoulder. His index finger slides under the skinny strap of your top and tugs at it playfully. 

"You look sweet. Really sweet," he says, his voice more hushed than before. His eyes drop to your thighs. "You'll have to take those off, though."

"My shirt too?" you ask weakly, eyebrows pinched up at the starts. 

"Not if you don't want to." You hesitate. He takes your thigh into a big hand and gives you a small shake. "It's okay. Take your time. Or, if you changed your mind, that's totally cool." 

"No, I haven't," you deny, voice trembling with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. You kick your legs out in front of you one at a time and ease your shorts over the slopes of your thighs and calves, pushing them off of his bed with your feet. 

“If you change your mind at any point-“

“I’ll tell you,” you say, nodding as you pull your knees together. 

Eddie manoeuvres so he’s close, twisted toward you with his hand braced by your thigh. The cold metal of the charm bracelet you'd swapped him bites into your skin. If you leaned back and he leaned forward, he could kiss you. You think maybe he has the same idea as his eyes dart to your lips. 

They linger. 

He blinks and it’s gone. 

“I’m gonna rub your leg,” he says quietly, “and when I get to the inside, I’m gonna touch you. Okay?”

As he says it, his hand moves onto your thigh. Down to your knee.

Slowly, so slowly, back up. His fingers caress the inside of your thigh. He pauses. 

“‘Kay,” you whisper. 

His fingers flex over your flesh as he draws in. Then, like a shock, his fingertips press to your underwear. 

“I’m not surprised,” he says steadily, fingers brushing over your cunt, ghosting but never truly touching where you want him to. 

“By what?” 

“That you wear such cute panties.” He strokes the hem with the tip of his finger and you hold your breath as he slides it under the elastic, running the fabric over his digit gently. “S’exactly the kind of thing I pictured you wearing.”

“You’ve pictured them?” 

He looks up from his teasing and your panties snap into place. You gasp on instinct and his eyes narrow, his lashes kissing in the corners. “Does that bother you?” he murmurs. 

You shake your head. His lips quirk up, a smugness that makes your heart race ever faster. 

"Do you do anything like this with yourself?" he asks. 

"I'm never this nice." 

"That's a crime," he says, and he laughs loud, momentarily shattering the distilled atmosphere that had settled over you both. "Thighs like these and you don't touch them?"

"Is that what you do?" you ask, insecure.

"No, but it's different. I don't need to get warmed up like you do." 

"Warmed up?" you whisper. Having to ask these questions feels so embarrassing. 

Eddie being so soft about it makes it easier. "Relaxed," he whispers in turn, laughing towards the end.

His thumb rubs the elastic of your underwear and drifts slowly inward until he's pushing over your folds. You gasp and it's slightly startled, sounding too close to panic for Eddie, who's hand flinches away. 

"Didn't like that?" he asks. 

You rush, "It's okay. Surprised." 

One big hand holds your thigh, the other strokes your cunt. He's a little firmer now, pushing the breadth of his thumb over your panties until he touches something very sensitive. "Here?" He pushes up a little higher and your breath catches. He makes an almost inaudible cooing sound and flattens his hand, rubbing the length of your cunt without finesse. It feels good anyway. It surprises you how much you like it. 

He pinches your panties.

"Ready to take them off?" he asks. 

"Yeah." 

You lift your hips and peel your underwear down, folding your legs to pull them off of your ankles. You clutch them in your hand, unsure. 

Eddie sits back and pulls you towards him. You let him manhandle you with a small gasp, his hands pressing into the soft of your tummy. You can't see his face anymore. 

"Alright," he murmurs, pulling your thigh over his lap and spreading you wide. His voice is loud in your ear because of his proximity, and you resist the temptation to turn your face to his.

"Let's just-" he works your underwear out of your hand and tosses them aside. 

His hand lands on your knee and moves down fast. 

You lean back heavily into his chest with your hands pulled to your sternum. 

"Eddie," you say, "what do I do?" 

He hums. "Touch yourself." 

You seize up and he's quick to soothe, fingers closing around the crook of your elbow.

"Hey, I'm gonna show you. I'm gonna show you," he repeats. He pulls at the lip of your cunt and spreads you open, groaning softly. You wouldn't hear it if his lips weren't so close to your face. "How'd you have a cunt this sweet and never touch it? I mean, fuck." 

His fingertips whisper past your pubic hair like he's going to say something more, but he only asks, "Hand?" 

You put your hand into his, the back to his palm. 

He sets it to your thigh. "Do what I did before, okay? Slowly…" He drags your hand up and down the length of your thigh. 

Your heart is racing. Every time you crawl close to your cunt the burning longing to be touched, to touch yourself, and to have him touch you intensifies. 

Eventually he pulls your hand to your clit. "You're so sensitive. Is it always this bad?" he asks sympathetically when you jump, tickled at the feelin. 

"I haven't tried in a while." 

"Oh, I see." Eddie encourages you to push your fingertip into the squishy bead, drawing slow circles. "Poor baby. Just desperate to have someone take care of you." His voice is so low, so ridiculously soft, you find yourself sinking into his hold. He squeezes the crook of your elbow with one hand, the other still guiding your ministrations. You bite your lip at the sensation that's begun, the tiny spark of pleasure.

"Here, let me-" He lifts your hand away from your clit and you whine involuntarily. "Shh, sweetheart, I'm only gonna give you something to work with." 

You turn your head to him and watch as his mouth opens. He sucks the very tip of your finger between his lips, the heat of his tongue a momentary flash. When he pulls it back, your finger shines with his spit. 

Your eyes are half-lidded, watching through the crush of your lashes as he presses it back to your clit. "How's that? S'that better?" he asks, crooning. His tone sports an underlying mockery, a light-hearted teasing that's slowly turning intense. 

It is better. It's different. Your fingertip searches for purchase against the slick skin and struggles to find it, the wetness allowing for freer, faster movement. 

You push a second finger against the first. 

Eddie stops helping. You pause, confused. 

"No, you got it, sweetheart. You keep going," he reassures, grabbing a hold of your thigh again. He teases the dough there, never cruel but maybe close, fat moulding under his fingers as he squeezes. 

Your breathing builds with pleasure. Still, it's hot enough; there's no sign of an oncoming climax, no tightening coil in your tummy. You huff with exertion and frustration. "Eddie, it's not working." 

"I'm not done." He sounds almost stern. Your stomach flips. "You have to think about what you want." 

"What I want?" 

"What turns you on." 

You think of his hands and their rings. His happy trail. 

His voice. Good girl. 

You slam your eyes shut.

Eddie gives you another mean squeeze. "What do you think about, when you-" 

You don't let him finish. "What do you think about?" you ask, too loud. 

He stills. His nose pushes into your shoulder, his hair tickling your skin as he asks, "Are you sure you wanna know?"

Your breath catches. Your fingers stutter where they work into your clit and Eddie starts you right back up again. His lips brush your shoulder. 

"Yes," you say, gasping as pleasure like little shocks of heat shoot to your core. 

The hand at your elbow starts to rove, tickling your arm as he strokes downwards. "You first," he murmurs, teasing your wrist. You swear you can feel his smile against your shoulder. 

You breathe in through your nose. "Uh, I think of- of somebody…" You try, but you just can't say it. 

Eddie's fingers push down your crease. Stop right before your entrance. "Is this okay?" 

"Yeah." 

"Mmm…" He circles your entrance. "Now what does a pretty girl like you think of when she's touching herself?" You don't think he wants an answer. His middle finger brushes across the slick well and pushes in. You squirm and he holds you in place. 

There's something very hard digging into your spine. 

"Something sweet as you… Let me guess. Boy next door comes around to mow the lawn, you invite him in for a drink, one thing comes to another-" He pushes his finger in deeper. "And he's fucking you.

"That sound about right?" 

You shake your head. His own perks up where it rests on your shoulder. "No? Huh." 

Your circles have grown slow and staggered, distracted by his touch as he eases his ring finger in beside his middle. "Something more romantic? Wedding night, love of your life. Guy that's gonna treat you like a diamond. Way a girl like you deserves." He pushes in, stretches them out. You moan as he curls them, as his arm works back and forth. "Gives it to you gentle." His movements slow to match.

And sure, that sounds nice. But it's not what you think about. 

"No," you manage to get out through shallow breaths. 

"No? You don't want it gentle?" 

"Not- not all the time." 

"How about right now?"

"Please." 

Slowly, slowly, the shape of Eddie's hard cock against your back starts to move in time with the thrusts of his hand. He pushes in deep, fingers searching emphatically for the sweet spot, the thing that's gonna make you- 

"Fuck," you whimper. 

His cock jumps. You feel it. 

"You keep rubbing that pretty little clit of yours, sweetheart." 

You do as he asks. You're desperate enough now that you imagine you'd do most anything he says, your climax a tangible, physical possibility. Your tummy feels heavy and aching with want, worse when he probes deeply and marks your sweet spot again. His lips press to your shoulder, soft enough that you worry you're imagining it. 

"You see what I'm doing here? See what fingers I'm using?" he asks. You open your eyes reluctantly. His wrist turns. You watch his fingers sink into the gummy heat of your cunt. "Tight little hole's just pulling me in, fucking clinging to me, baby, she's greedy." 

You gasp, a hiccup of scandalised sound. 

"Want you to try, okay? You gonna do that for me?" 

"Yeah, Eddie." 

"Good girl." You moan, you don't mean to, but he's fucking into your quick and your finger pushes into your clit roughly. Eddie revels in it. "You like that? You like being called a good girl? I fucking knew it." 

You frown and start to turn to him. He presses his cheek to your head so you can't, stuck looking down the length of the bed at your trembling legs. 

"You looked so flustered, standing all sweet and quiet by the van out front with your thighs squeezed together. You think I didn't see that shit?" 

You're limp against him, thighs spread wide as you work into your clit, chasing this new feeling. You can hardly breathe, every exhale a keening moan that has you shame-faced and weepy. You roll your hips to meet his fingers, his hand slapping against your cunt with a slick slap. 

"You looked so sweet. Y'always do." He turns his lips to your ear and curls into you until your squealing. "Guess looks can be deceiving." 

You're so close, so close. Tendrils of heat curl heavily at your core. "Eddie, I'm- I'm-"

"You wanna cum?"

"Yes," you pant. 

He pulls his fingers from your cunt and you're so confused that you stop, your climax slipping away in seconds. 

"Sorry, but you have to do it yourself. This is all pointless if you can't get there on your own," he says. 

Your chest heaves. "That's mean. You're mean." 

"I never claimed otherwise. Here, middle and marriage, babe." He guides your hand to your entrance. You push your fingers inside, your tongue between your lips in concentration. Your fingers aren't as thick as his, they don't feel quite the same, but Eddie pushes your thumb into your clit. "Move your wrist. Feel that? Feel how soft you are? How fucking warm you are?" 

You're not nearly as good as he was but every clumsy touch feels electric. You push your thumb into sweeping circles and pant your frustration aloud, feeling close to tears. 

"You wanna know what I think about, when I jerk off?" he asks unexpectedly.

You nod, your head moving back into his collar. He rubs the lengths of your arms leisurely, his lazy demeanour in total juxtaposition to your desperation.

"There's this girl that comes to see me," he starts, coloured by a smug amusement. "Sweet thing, soft-spoken, always wearing these pretty clothes looking like something straight out of the movies.

"I think about a lot of things. Her thighs-" One of his hands falls to your thigh in time, massaging, "fuck, just wanna bury my face in them and never come out. Pull down those cotton shorts she's so partial to with the dainty stitching and-" He laughs and his lips part over your shoulder. His teeth scratch up, up, up. "Make her fucking cry my name. Feel those thighs tense up around me." 

You're so close your entire body shudders. You slow without meaning to, holding your breath in wait for Eddie to finish his story  

He gives you one final push. "Always wondered if she sounds as pretty as she looks when she cums." He kisses the small graze he'd given you mere seconds ago and everything is blue-white with heat. "Gonna clue me in, sweetheart? Gonna cum for me?" 

Your eyes close hard and you breathe out, an exhale ragged and weak and mewling. You don't moan so much as sob without tears, tensing up in Eddie's arms as bliss blooms. You pull your hand from your sopping cunt and feel your walls contract around nothing as you cum.

He pulls you close, throbbing cock pressing hard into your back. "Fuck," he hisses, hands placating where they lay. 

You go lax, head tipping back as you suck in air that had felt elusive moments ago. 

Eddie rubs your arms without saying anything. You cover his hands and try to summon up words. 

"Just as pretty as you look," he murmurs. 

He's so fuckng nice. So fucking nice, and what? He thinks about you when he jacks off? Since when? 

You sit up and drop your chin to your chest, panting still. 

"You okay?"

After a few seconds you smile and turn to him, intent on saying, Yes, thank you, and maybe something with more gratitude, something silly, just something. But you can't speak.

His face is close. 

Eddie brings a hand to the slope of your rising shoulder, follows a line to the curve of your neck. You look to his eyes and find him staring at your lips unabashedly. 

He pulls you into him. You close your eyes. 

Eddie Munson tastes like lots of things as he kisses you.

Cigarettes, unavoidable. Under that, sugar. Something sweet but heavy as bourbon vanilla. Your lips part and close in tandem with his, slow and hungry. Your heart races and your fingers are still wet as you twist in his arms and take his face into your hands. 

You climb up onto your knees and Eddie doesn't know what to do with you. 

He smiles so hard he has to pull away. Not smirking, smiling, a cheek-aching, too-happy smile that softens everything in your chest. 

You rub a shaking thumb over his cheek. You don't know if it's because of the post-orgasm rush of hormones or because he just kissed you and now he's smiling like he might do it again. 

He does. He kisses you and grabs your waist. His fingers mess with the hem of your shirt and he breaks the kiss short to say, "Take it off?" 

You sit back on your knees, feel the mess of wet between your legs spread as you grab at the edge of your shirt and pull it up. Eddie helps though he doesn't need to, and just like that you're shirtless. 

"Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening," he says, voice weak in what you suspect is one of his dramatics. 

He slides his hands up your sides and stops just below your breasts. His thumbs grace the undersides and his brow puckers. "Fuck," he mouths appreciatively. 

You flush head to toe. "Yours, too?" you ask gently. 

Eddie reaches back to pull off his shirt. His hair's in total disarray and he runs his hands through it, biceps flexing with the movement, torso taut. The black ink of his tattoos move with him and your eyes eat up every single one. 

He catches your eyes where they linger on the volley of bats. "You like that one?" 

"I've always liked that one." 

He grins and it's honey thick, hands at the small of your back and tugging. You spread your knees wide on impulse and find yourself flush to his chest, his arms locking you into place as he dives in for another kiss. Again you're surprised at how deeply he kisses you, how it ebbs and flows from slow to fast like he's both savouring and gorging himself on your closeness. 

You've never been kissed like this. You're weightless. You feel every contiguity between you, the hot and wet of his mouth, the crook of his elbow against the nape of your neck, your nipples peaked against his chest and the length of his dick pushing up into your aching cunt. 

"Fucking pretty," he says, pulling back just enough to kiss the corner of your mouth, your chin. He kisses your jaw over and over and over, lips pulling into crescents and then the same word. Pretty. 

His mouth opens wide at your throat, teeth scratching lightly as it closes. He sucks your skin between his lips and rolls it, hand spreading wide and palm flat at your shoulder blade. Steadying. . 

"That's cute," he says when he pulls away, lips shining. 

"What?" you ask, hand drifting up. You poke at the quick-forming contusion.

He nudges it aside with his face as he moves in to further mark up your neck. "You're so fucking pretty," he says, each word separated by a nipping kiss. 

His hands are everywhere.

Everything is warm and you can't breathe. You plant your hands at his shoulders and push away from him, and he stops you from falling flat on your back, levelling you with a worried glance. 

"Is it too much?" he asks. 

"No, I'm just hot. Really hot." You take a big breath and wipe your face with the back of both hands. 

"That's true," he says, leaning back against the wall. His hands fall to your thighs. "Are you okay?" 

You drop your hands abruptly and can't believe the fondness you're feeling. "You're pretty, too," you tell him. Honest if very shy; meek, entirely sincere. "I'm okay. I want…" 

"You want?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. 

"I have this fantasy," you begin. 

Eddie widens your legs to move from under them. It doesn't surprise you when he comes to lie on your chest, holding his weight off of you with an arm at the side of your ribs. His hair falls and hides the room from view. All you can see is his face, and it's beautiful. 

"Tell me about it." 

"It's- okay. It's…" You drift off as he dips down to kiss your collar, only chaste pecks but enough to distract you. "It's kind of like this." 

"Yeah?" His breath warms your chest. More ditzy kisses.

"I get here and you're coming out of the shower-" 

"Tasteful." 

"With a towel low on your hips," you add pointedly. It's useless, his sarcasm has pinned you spot on. "And you- you touch me." 

Eddie kitten licks the skin he's just nibbled and looks up. "Like this?" 

"Like this." 

"And after that," his hand moves between you to the zipper of his jeans, the sound of metal clicking metal ringing through the room, "what do I do?" 

"You push me down into the bed, and-" You feel the fabric of his jeans rub your thighs as he pulls them down. "You…" 

"What do I do, sweetheart?" 

"You push my legs up and you fuck me," you confess.

He scrambles back towards his nightstand, a hand on your ankle that says, I'm not going far. "How do I fuck you? Am I rough?" 

"Not at first." 

There, in his hands, the red plastic of a condom wrapper, bright as a maraschino cherry. He holds it up and you nod. 

"Not at first," he murmurs, ripping open the condom, hissing as he pulls it over his weeping cock. It's big – not too thick, but big, surrounded by a thatch of dark curls trimmed neat. "But eventually?" 

He rolls it on tight and then there's nothing but this admission of your guiltiest fantasy. You spread your legs without thinking and he pulls you towards him, thumb collecting slick where it's pooled and pushing it up towards your entrance. What's left on his fingers he smears over the length of his shaft. You watch him rub at the head and sigh. 

"Eventually," you agree. 

His cock rubs up against you as he leans down and pinches your chin between his fingers, lips parted from a sharp gasp and opening further. "Can I fuck you? Is that what you want?" 

You nod voraciously. 

He gives you a very firm kiss at the highest point of your cheek. "In words." 

"Yes, you can fuck me. That's what I want," you say without hesitation. 

"You tell me if I do something you don't like," he says, lining up. 

"I will," you say earnestly. 

Eddie pushes your leg up towards your tummy and holds it there. "Good girl," he praises, and pushes in.

You're already worked open by his hand, your own hand and your climax, and still it's a snug fit. You cross your arm over your chest with your lips bitten hard to stop from making what you anticipate to be a very great and mortifying sound. He takes it slow, real slow, towering over you with his brows furrowed just slightly and his back arching. Every move he makes is accompanied by a careful thrust of his hips. He's rhythm in motion. 

"Fuck," he mutters, more than once. He's halfway when you feel that stretch, your pulpy walls accommodating him with little complaint and a lot of pleasure. 

You drop your head back against the bed sheets and hug yourself. 

Eddie reaches for your hand where its cracking your breast absentmindedly and squeezes your fingers. "How's that?" he asks. "How's that feel?" 

You close your eyes. "S'good, Eddie." You lay out your own roll of expletives as he pushes in ever deeper. "You're really- oh," you gasp, "really deep." 

"You should see it, babe, pretty pussy gripping my every fucking inch." He leans down and his cock fills another inch of you. Your fingers ache with how hard he's squeezing them, and you look up to find his eyes on yours. "I'm gonna fill you up, okay? You gonna be a good girl for me and take it?" 

You blink and your lashes feel heavy with tears. "Yeah. I can take it. I can take it." 

"I know," he says, hovering over you, close enough to hug if you wanted to. 

He grabs your side and his thumb pushes into the soft swell of your breast, his grip tightening as he fits those last inches of his cock inside you. You rub your cheek against his bedsheets, your head fuzzy from being so full. He takes your bared neck as an opportunity and ducks into the juncture of it and his face fits there like it was made to, his nose bobbing against the column of your throat as he starts to fuck into you. His hips roll, a mess of his sticky pubes kissing your clit. 

This close you can smell him, the heavy scents of pot and smoke, the sweet nutty smell of oil clinging to his hair. Sweat, as you imagine you smell of too, and sex. The room is filled with it, the smells and the sounds of his thighs thudding into yours. 

"Eddie- Eddie," you whimper, muffled by the sheets beneath you. 

He pushes in deep and rubs his nose into your skin emphatically. "What's wrong, hm? What's got you all wound up?" 

You wrap your arms around his back. You're not sure if you're allowed to but you're hardly thinking ahead – you can't. Every thrust, every movement he makes is at the forefront of your mind, commanding all of your attention. The tickling of his hair against the side of your face. The skipping of the chains of his necklace where it teases your neck. 

"Babe?" he asks, pulling back to turn your head. He stills inside you. 

You protest, loud and completely unlike yourself. "Eddie, don't stop. Please don't." Your hands push into his shoulder blades. He ruts in at your request, thumb rubbing your cheek. "Feels so good," you say. You trip over your praise, voice breaking. 

He starts up again, whispering, "Do you want me to hold your leg up, pretty girl?" and, "Taking me so well- taking it so fucking well," and, worse, "Fuck, sweetheart, just like that," when you tigthen around him. 

You weave your fingers into the messy crush of black curls surrounding his face, careful not to tug as you covet the back of his head and nape of his neck, scratching his scalp lightly with one hand as the other strokes his side. 

Your moans become a half-sobbing sort of mess, quiet and desperate, drawn out of you with every tap of his cock into your soft spot. When he finds it he can't not search for it, rutting into it over and over until you can't produce anything but an unintelligible stream of babble and happy sighs. 

He laps lazily at your neck, the stretch of skin dampened and stinging from love bites. He thrusts in hard and hits something sweet that has you clinging to him. 

"You smell good," he says into your skin.

Your hips ache with pleasure. "I must taste pretty good," you say. What, with how he's willing to nibble on you like this. 

He squeezes your neck and narrows his eyes at you playfully. "I intend to find out." He moves down until your lips are a hair's width from touching. "Bet you taste as sweet as everything else."

You lift your chin and kiss him, dedicating your affections to his top lip. He groans into your mouth, hips moving slow and thrusts shallow when suddenly they're not. His cock drags out slowly and slams in deep, his pelvis hitting into yours. 

You keen into the kiss, gentle and at odds with his fucking. His fingers find your ear and his thumb follows down the shell until he's pinching your earlobe, a split-second touch that melts you into putty. He pulls away from the kiss and inhales loudly, his fingers under your ear and pushing your face to the side so that he can wade in from a new angle.

You curl your fingers around his wrist and let yourself be kissed and fucked and touched. Anything he wants to do, he can do. 

Eddie breaks the kiss.

"What did I taste like?" you ask breathlessly. 

He traces an invisible teardrop down your cheek with the back of his pinky finger. "Oh, sweetheart," he says quietly, lowering his lips to the shell of your ear. "That's not where I meant." 

Another hard thrust. You gasp at the dull aching spreading through your tummy and Eddie softens slightly, not so deep but just as fast, faster, his cheek to your cheek as he works you open. His rugged panting in your ear is everything you need. You force your hand between your body and Eddie's and search for the wet mess of your clit, chasing quick circles into the swollen bump. 

Eddie realises what's happening and his fucking turns desperate. "You gonna cum again? Shit- keep touching, I'll get you there, fucking promise you." He's hardly pulling out an inch before he's rutting back in, kicking up the speed until all you can feel is pleasure again. 

Eddie slows down as you cum, moaning as you tighten around him. He pushes away from you to kneel between your legs again, eyes locking onto your cunt obstinately, his panting loud as he drags his cock in and out. 

"Insane," he mumbles, hands coasting down your legs until he's grasping the fat of your thighs and pulling you back onto his cock. "You're insane." 

As if proving it, his hands rove the hills and troughs of your torso, your skin clammy underhand, his hips moving mindlessly. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand and blink back into focus. 

"Are you close?" you ask him, whispering. 

You're lucky he can hear you with the music he's playing and the sounds of your slick hole being stretched. Eddie tucks a lock of sweat-dark hair behind his ear and his eyes pause in their reverential searching to meet yours. 

He peels your hand off of your mouth and holds it. 

"Fucking teetering, babe. Been close ever since I felt you wrapped around my fingers." He pulls your hand and you take it as a cue to try and sit up. Eddie helps you into his lap, your thighs straddling his thighs, slipping down his length until you're stuffed to bursting. 

You hide your face in his shoulder and he rubs your back. "You're okay," he says sympathetically, "I got you. You just sit pretty, there's a good girl." 

You wrap your arms around his neck and try your best to bounce on his cock as he thrust up into you, a steady pace that turns sloppy. You rake your hands through his curls and kiss at the curve of his neck down to the slope of his shoulder, dizzied and cock-drunk, totally fucked out. You hum into your kisses with every prodding of his mushroom tip against your deepest spot, rambling nonsense at him in a way you hope is making a difference. 

"Fucking me so good," you mumble, equal parts tearful and euphoric, lips wet and spreading a shine like frost in the sun over his lean shoulder. "So good, Eddie. Thought about this too much." 

"Yeah?" he asks, sounding like a different person. Voice rough as hewn stone and hands bruising where they grip you, his heavy sack slapping into you with every sluggish rock of his hips. "Good as you pictured? M'I fucking you like you wanted?" 

"Better," you say sincerely. 

"Fuck, sweetheart," he says, and he's close, you know he is.

You roll your pelvis in circles and try your hardest, aflame as you plead, "Cum for me, please? Please, Eddie, wanna feel it." 

Despite your shy intonation Eddie goes rigid. He fucks in with one final thrust that sends shocks deep to your core and spreading out, cutting your happy little gasp short as he pulls your head tight to his neck. His hips twitch underneath you and he's making sounds that are going to haunt you, whiney, begging moans over your head. 

Eddie's tight hold on you slowly loosens. You're breathing fast, finally out of motion. Your thighs burn where they're spread over his lap and you squirm unintentionally. 

He pulls your neck back from his shoulder and looks over your face, concern lining the soft set of his eyes. He cups your cheek in question. 

"I'm okay," you say softly. "I'm more than okay. That was amazing." 

"It was amazing," he agrees, caught off guard.

"Yeah." 

You shift backwards and the two of you wince at the sensitivity. You ease your legs open and Eddie pulls out, pumping the sticky shaft once. His eyes flutter closed. 

You move off of his lap and turn to the side so you can stretch out your aching legs. Eddie follows suit, collapsing off of his knees and onto his back, the pillow behind him keeping him propped up. 

You watch him ease the condom off of his cock curiously, White cum has smeared and drips down the length of him, his pubes tangled by a mixture of your slick and his. 

He spots you watching and smiles. "What, sweetness? What are you thinking about?"

"I made you cum." 

His eyebrows jump but quickly smooth. "I think I went blind, for a second." 

You giggle at his hyperbole and he pulls you down against his chest, your side pressing into his navel. Your cheek to the space shy of his heart. 

His hand comes to rest on your forehead. 

"Do you really think about me?" you ask, knowing the answer. 

"Every night." 

You close your eyes and hide your smile in his skin. He chuckles and wraps you up in one arm, his hand a firm pressure as he massage the dipped plane of your back. 

Nestling your cheek into his chest, you say, "I think about it, too. All the time." 

"Uh-huh. Maybe we can make some more of those racy thoughts a reality. What was that one about me coming out of the shower?" 

You like this casual conversation and decide to try and make him laugh, stretching your words out low. "Well, you're coming out of the shower, and your towel slips open-" There, his bumping laughter at your over the top salaciousness. 

"That's awful. Most cliche, overdone, cheap porno concept ever," he chastens. 

"I never said I was creative." 

"What happens after that?" 

"The towel gets swept away by a sudden gust of wind, so I have to cover you. With my body." 

He bursts. There's no other word to describe it, his back arches with the force of his laughter and he holds his fist to his mouth, shaking and giggling like an idiot. 

"Where's the wind coming from?" he questions incredulously. 

"I don't know! The window?" 

"Oh my god," he says. He hooks his hand under your arm and pulls you up his chest, dotting a fond kiss to your forehead as you near. "And after that?" 

"Well, I told you that part." 

"Right, we hook up, but after that." 

You clench your fists, insecure. "After?" 

He brings the hand that isn't loving the length of your back to your face, stroking the skin under your chin with the backs of his index and middle finger, the flat of his fingernails sliding gently in a soothing back and forth. 

"I guess it's kind of like this," you answer eventually. 

"Does fantasy Eddie get another kiss, too? Or does he- do they stop, afterwards?" 

"It's a fantasy. The kisses never stop," you tell him. Adrenaline must linger in your veins; you can barely speak.

His expression becomes impassive, and a lull in the conversation blossoms. He searches your face for something and you don't know what, but he must find it, because he dips down and kisses you chaste on the lips. 

Your hands are back to tentative as they explore his neck. Your fingertips grace the curves of his throat and then sink behind, into the dampened mess of his hair. 

He stays chaste, dainty kisses, pulling back to dot them against your lips over and over. 

"Eddie," you say softly, "what are you doing?" 

"It feels like kissing," he says, tone a mirror of your own. 

You huff a laugh against his lips and kiss back. 

Later, after more kisses than you could ever count and an hour dozing on his chest whilst his hand rubbed circles into your tired back, you get dressed into your clothes that he likes so much and slip your goodie bag into the belly of your strappy purse. 

"Don't go over the top with it, alright?" he says, watching the green bud dissappear.

Jeans back in place and still bare-chested, Eddie sits on the end of his bed and scratches the back of his neck. You give him a grateful smile. "No, I won't. I actually think I might sleep really well tonight without it." 

He smirks. "I bet you will." 

Eddie walks with you to the front porch. You'd linger if you didn't have to go, and you're pretty sure he'd let you. There's a fraction of awkward silence.

"See you later," you say, walking sideways down one step, another. 

Eddie catches your hand. It takes you a second to realise what he's done: forced your crumpled thirty dollars back into your hand. Your heart misses a beat and you feel your stomach plumet – you hadn't fucked him for the free pot. 

"Eddie-" 

"My girl can't pay for her own supply. That's not happening." 

You take one step up. "Your girl?" 

He has the good graces to look nervous. "If you wanna be." 

You don't know how to answer. He looks pretty like this in the last dregs of sunshine, big brown eyes waiting patiently for you to say something, hand clutching his elbow. It doesn't feel entirely real. 

You step on tip toes and work your hands behind his neck to kiss his cheek before rubbing your forehead against his chin. "I'll come by tomorrow?" you ask hopefully. He relaxes under your weight.

"Any time you want. I'll take you some place nice, if you're up for it." 

You set back on your heels and pull away. "You don't need to go all fancy on me, Munson." You're happy to get stoned and eat burgers on the couch.

He looks you up and down, eyes catching on the flanks of your thighs before he takes in your face. His smile is almost dorky when he says, "No I- I think I do. I'll see you tomorrow, pretty girl." 

You nod with an aching smile and are a little ways away when he smugly calls, "Sleep well!" 

After the lesson he just gave you, you're sure you will. 

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literally fucking sobbing and crying rn because of the lack of bertholdt writing on this site 💔 any headcanons w/ him would be greatly appreciated!! maybe some of the other aot boys too (sfw or nsfw i’ll take whateva)

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♡ ft. eren, jean, connie, reiner, bertholdt

♡ warning: contains a bunch of random/silly shit and explicit content (mdni)!! edging, dacryphilia, knife play, anal, choking, hair pulling, unprotected sex/creampies, oral, masochism, face slapping

I JUST NEED TO SAY THANK YOU TO WHOEVER SENT ME THIS!! someone finally said it 😩 bertholdt needs more attention and im here to serve <3 i couldnt help but add the other boys and some nsfw … oops 🧍🏼‍♀️

BERTHOLDT

• always has this cute, kinda nervous half smile around everyone. but whenever he sees you, he gets this giant, adorably bright grin!!! it’s like he saves it just for your eyes <3

• sends you good morning and good night texts, along with random voice messages throughout the day

• the voice messages can be about the most random things, but they’re SO funny 😭

• one time you got an audio from him where he was whisper-yelling into the speaker, his voice all distressed

“i was at a stoplight with my windows down, playing music, and some old guy started waving and stuff, like dancing to it?? so i smiled at him and turned the volume up, BUT THEN I REALIZED HE WAS BLIND AND LOOKING FOR THE CROSSWALK—“

• sings to himself when he’s alone. it’s either about what he’s doing at the moment or just some random "la la la"-ing. does it quietly and with the softest voice ever. ANGELIC.

• he watches you get ready as if it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. he stands at the bathroom door like 🧍🏻

• THIS IS HIM PLEASEEEE

• the more excited bertholdt gets about something he’s talking about, the more he “talks” with his hands. LOTS of arm gestures and body movement!! he might accidentally hit someone in the face with his elbow if they’re walking by LMAO

• holds open doors, pushes in your chair after you sit, and tries to never let you pay for anything. if you reach for your wallet at a restaurant, this man is nearly falling out of his seat trying to stop you. bertholdt tries to chill out because he doesn’t want to come off as overbearing, but he just wants to service you 😭

• carries ponytail elastics in his pocket or backpack in case you need one. he pulls them out at the most opportune moments like a magician 🪄

• when he hears something that confuses him, he'll stick out his bottom lip and it looks like he's pouting. he’s honestly just thinking really hard

• sits on the couch with a pillow in his lap or in his arms. it looks super cute ngl. this giant man hunched over a small throw pillow and just coddling it

• when you lean against his shoulder, he leans back

• cries over the sad ASPCA commercials </3 whenever the song “in the arms of an angel” starts playing, his eyes automatically tear up

• bertholdt is extremely cautious when making turns that expose your side of the car to oncoming traffic. he whips his head around at least 5 times to make sure no one is about to run a red light. he’s like 👀

• loves to give manicures for some reason! he’ll 100% paint your fingernails if you let him. it’s so relaxing to him!

• bertholdt just thinks your hands are really pretty 😌 not to mention they’re so small compared to his and he loves it seeing the size difference!! it makes him melt omg

• when you refuse to kiss him, he gives you these sad puppy dog eyes and bites his lip like a child would if they were in trouble. it’s the CUTEST most irresistible expression ever and he KNOWS it

• always instagramming his meals because he’s so enthusiastic about them. it might sound weird but it’s actually the most adorable thing ever whenever he does it!! he gets so excited

• snorts a little when he laughs really hard

• gets hot and bothered when you stand up for him. seeing you take the initiative like that — rare or not — just gets him going for some reason 😭

• a switch, but soft dom a lot of the time!! although, on some special occasions, he can get a little more carried away

• has the most lovely happy trail 🤤 it accentuates the sharp v-line of his hips, and he’s a little self-conscious about it — but seeing you kiss your way down it before giving him head helps him feel a bit better

• wants to try anal really bad but poor boy is super scared to ask, so he keeps it to himself :(

• gets stuck between two mindsets. he goes from “she is the most perfect person ive ever seen and i want to keep her happy and safe" to "she's such a dirty slut who deserves to be fucked nonstop and i need to see her cry pretty little tears”

• won’t tell you he has a crying kink though 🙄

• LOVES HAVING HIS CUM ON YOUR FACE. whenever you suck him off, bertholdt slips his dick from your mouth to coat your cheeks with his seed. he makes sure to swipe the tip of his cock against your face, making sure to spread his cum until it’s just a shiny film on your skin <3

• when bertholdt has a bad day or is extremely stressed — be careful when you tell him he can be rough with you, because you’re going to get more than you bargained for

• your smaller body is no match for him, so bertholdt can flip you into different positions with ease. he mounts you and pushes into your cunt violently, moaning at your cries and muffled whines, knowing that your stomach has to be bulging from the sheer size of his cock

• stuffs your cunt until his dick is completely swallowed up, pressed tightly against your cervix — watching you struggle to take it all sets bertholdt off. he feels so bad, so dirty for thinking that, but he can’t help it 💔

• his oral fixation is OFF THE CHARTS. when you let out pitiful cries and whines, bertholdt gently grabs your jaw and pushes two fingers into your mouth

• he loves watching your drool dribble down your chin and his knuckles; it keeps you from being too loud as he stretches you out, cock slipping inside of your warm, sloppy cunt and filling every last piece of space inside you

• mommy kink, but y’all already knew that.

• you’re just so hot and ready for him that he can’t resist abusing your pussy every once and awhile 😌

• the next day you’re like 👩‍🦽 where’s my handicap parking space

• when bertholdt subs, he’s an obedient sweetie pie!!

• literally the definition of a pretty drooly boy who will do just about anything for you without hesitation <3

EREN

• he waves at random people while driving just to see if they'll wave back. he insults them if they don't

• “fucking crusty bitch, that’s why your wife doesn’t love your baldheaded ass”

• uses his laptop keyboard as a plate for chips sometimes. he knows it’s bad and doesn't care 🙄

• he saw you paint your fingernails once and said it was pointless because the polish would chip off … but then you wake up the next day and catch him at the kitchen table like 💅🏻

• HE’S THE SPITTING IMAGE OF THIS WHEN HE GETS CAUGHT

• gets addicted to painting his nails black after that … the hypocrisy ✋

• when he’s leaving work or wherever he’s been, he texts you that he’s on his way home and asks if you need anything!!

• when you two sleep in the same bed, eren needs to be touching you in some way. if you try to scoot away from his grasp, he moans, moves over, and proceeds to cuddle you. literally can’t sleep without feeling you next to him

• NOT A MORNING PERSON

• if you try to wake him up, he mumbles “fight me” before pulling you back into bed. it always ends up in a wrestling match

• sends you hardcore porn and says “me and u <3”

• uses hello kitty bandaids. don’t ask

• gets overwhelmed with so much love and emotion for you sometimes and doesnt know how to handle it?? so he just… kinda thinks about you all day and imagines what your wedding would be like

• eren is actually a very kind and loving person — this man cares about the people around him beyond belief. he just makes so many sarcastic remarks and rude jokes that he comes across as a bitch 💀

• has a “good luck condom” in his wallet and refuses to take it out

• sends you super long texts of all of his random thoughts in the middle of the night for you to wake up to

• “just found out babies don’t have kneecaps wtf 💀 ok goodnight”

• “flushed away” is one of his favorite movies because he thinks the female rat is hot

• acts utterly surprised and amazed whenever he sees you naked. sometimes he pretends to faint for no reason 😐

• smiles with his eyes before his mouth. its so obvious when he’s about to give one of those giant smirks because his eyes crinkle at the corners a bit and they look so happy!!

• you turn him on so much one day that he makes a thirsty tumblr post about it. it gets like 5,000 reblogs from how nasty it is 👩🏼‍🦯

 • the first time you tried to ride him, eren orgasmed the second he bottomed out. you both just stared at each other in awe. the pussy was that good ig 😩 (he refused to try again for months out of embarrassment lmao)

• won’t sub very often, but when he does, he’s the biggest brat in the bedroom. pretty interesting to hear lots of teasing come from somebody who falls apart whenever you shove your fingers down his throat

• thinks that women should be edged and have multiple orgasms at least once a day. definitely wants to apply that belief to you

• daydreams of having you between his legs and slowly jerking him off <3

• maid costume kink. end of story.

• there’s nothing eren loves more than picking you up and bouncing you on his dick like a doll, right until you can’t form coherent words. seeing you get dumb from his cock … yeah, he’s weak at the knees

• though he can be soft sometimes, eren likes initiating sex with more aggressive movements — not feather-light or fleeting touches. it just doesn’t get the desperation of the situation across as well

• he wants to simply shove a hand up your shirt or down your pants, press his fingers into the flesh of your thighs and then grab at your cunt, more rough than typical sexual advances

• eren likes it when you rake your fingernails down his back, making him hiss between his teeth. and then, right after, he gives you the most predatory smile as he pounds into your cunt even harder

• because maybe if he keeps fucking you like this — forcing every last orgasm out of you — you'll dig your nails even deeper into his skin and properly feed into his masochism

• face slapping is also a secret indulgence of his. he doesn’t want to do it on you though; he wants it to be done on him 😳

• when eren starts getting rowdy, feel free to slap him across the face. it’s almost funny how quick it shuts him up. he just smiles at you after, satisfied and giddy, before calling you all sorts of derogatory names. slap him around as much as you want, because he loves it

• the sharp sting of pain paired with your pussy sucking in his cock — he’s in heaven

• in fact, eren just loves your pussy

• he can’t get enough of it. the way it rubs his cock — the inside of it velvety smooth, paired with the spongy texture of your g-spot — fuck, he loses his mind

• it grips the tip of his dick so nicely, stimulating the nerves there and making him toss his head back, leaving his jaw open and brain whirling

• honestly, if eren had less self-control, he’d be a drooling mess. he’s definitely pussy-whipped

JEAN

• his resting bitch face is constant. no doubt about it. i feel like it would kind of be funny though, like he looks so deadpan sometimes

• you tell him to stop looking at you like that and he’s like “🤨 this is my face”

• im sorry to say it but we all know this man has dry humor

• gets infuriated when he washes a spoon and the water splashes back on him. has to leave the room to calm himself down

• he got banned from tiktok after posting a video of connie falling off a hoverboard and busting his ass. he’s held a grudge against the app ever since

• can’t help but smile a tiny bit when you both make eye contact. he gets embarrassed though and whips his head away at the speed of light 🙄 you have to tell him to stop being a lil bitch

• runs away from lush employees at the mall so they don’t tell him what every soap does

• always says he understands why the grinch wanted to live alone with his dog 🧍🏼‍♀️

• jean likes it when you fix his bedhead — because his mullet can look like a nest when he wakes up — but pretends it annoys him, telling you to stop doting on him. still, when you look up at him and see the tiniest little quirk of his lips… you know he’s lyin ✋

• one time during the night, you stole all the bed sheets and left jean without any. when you woke up, this man was shivering with half of his body in a pillowcase LMAOO

• HE WAS LIKE

• poor guy wasn’t living, he was SURVIVING

• somehow knows your menstrual cycle better than you do. when you start, jean pulls up with the pads and tampons. you ask him how he knew and this man just shrugs, putting on that disinterested façade … truly an enigma

• HATES KAHOOT WITH A BURNING PASSION. the bright red screen after you get a question wrong fills him with rage. he doesn’t want the people behind him to think he’s a fucking idiot

• he’s one of the top students in his graduating class though, so 💅🏻

• a morning person. a lot of the time, he’ll be awake before you. he perks up a little when he notices your eyes open, and can’t help but let out a dramatic sigh. “there she is”

• has a tongue piercing 😏

• dislikes public displays of affection and prefers to do everything — besides hand holding — behind closed doors. sometimes he will steal a kiss from you in the store though because you’re just too irresistible!! your lips are one of his biggest weaknesses </3

• in private? jean is 100% a kiss fiend. he’s always finding reasons to peck you on the lips or jaw. not to mention how heated they tend to get… yeah, he’s also a make-out junkie

• jean might not seem like it, but he tends to get distracted when he’s doing a task he’s not interested in

• you’ll see him doing some online schoolwork, leave the room for ten minutes, and come back to him watching “top 10 unexplained ocean mysteries” on youtube

• CHEMISTRY IS BORING OKAY

• sends you pics of the grass when it’s super green because he thinks you’ll like it for some reason

• jean’s favorite way of cuddling is when he’s lying on his back with you right beside him, resting your head on his chest. one of his hands need to mess absentmindedly with your hair, and he always tangles your legs with his. don’t take them away because he will COMPLAIN

• jean got his tongue piercing without telling you — and you only realize it when he eats you out one day. it’s a wonderful surprise to say the least 💫

• whenever you offer him oral, jean rubs your face against his clothed cock before making you suck the head through the fabric, licking and pressing into it even harder until you're desperate to taste him

• and how can he say no? after all, his favorite thing is using your throat like a cocksleeve, like his personal little fleshlight

• jean tries not to push your head when you suck him off — he doesn’t want to gag you — but his cockhead feels so good when it touches the back of your throat, and he just has to experience that shock of pleasure again. so he uses a hand to push you down until your nose touches his pelvis. you can feel his dick so deep into your throat that tears start to drip down your face, and the image has him shaking

• if jean’s feeling a little nice, he’ll rest his heavy cock on your tongue while you fuck yourself with a dildo that's suctioned to the wall

• enjoys giving oral too; jean isn’t much of a people pleaser and doesn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of him. but when it comes to you, your pleasure is one of the first things on his mind. so in order to treat you — and only you — eating your cunt is imperative to him <3

• not to mention that jean loves every aspect of it. he melts at the feeling of his tongue on your clit, circling and flicking against it, messing with the hood. he makes sure to absolutely abuse your sweet little bud, closing his lips around it and sucking until you’re close to cumming in just a few minutes. he lets one of his fingers do swirls inside your pussy the entire time, laughing breathily against your clit when you sob out his name and try to rock against his face

• not only does jean like cumming in you, but he likes cumming on you. your face, chest, stomach, thighs — wherever. but his favorite place is right on your pussy

• jean can’t explain it, but something is so hot about it: shooting his cum right against your cunt, not even trying to stuff his cock into your hole first — the thick strings dripping down your clit and sliding in between your folds, getting you all filthy

• he uses the head of his cock to smear the remnants around your opening, lubing it all up until it’s clenching around nothing but his cum

• jean gets hard again in like 2 seconds 💀

• okay, i know everyone depicts this man as a dom, but catch him on a good day and you might be able to change his mind

• not on purpose, of course SMH. jean will start out being on top and acting all tough, but when you manage to take control by pinning him down and grinding against him … oh, how the tables have turned 😈

• edge him and he becomes a rutting mess, panting like a bitch in heat as he moves his hips back and forth, humping his cock into your hand without a thought in his stupid, empty brain

• has a firm hold on your shoulders when you pry your fingers away from his dick, and he just whines in frustration

• the sound makes your pussy go 💢💢💢 DEADASS

• jean also likes having his hair pulled while he sucks on your tits. i mean, it’s long and grown-out for a reason, right? why not tug on it and get his cock a little harder?

REINER

• sweet, sweet man whose love language is physical touch

• tries not to be clingy, but he thrives on physical affection. always likes to have a hand on you. he’ll rest a palm on your leg when you’re watching a movie, or put an arm around you doing pretty much anything else. when walking in public, he likes to have a hand on your lower back or your fingers brushing against one another

• holds your hand while he’s driving. no idea if he even realizes it, but he rubs lil soothing circles onto your knuckles with his thumb

• okay, i know he’s tall and broad so he might not look it, but reiner is such a cuddle bug. he cant get enough of cuddling, EVER

• reiner likes to wipe away your "eye crusties"/“sleep crust” or whatever you prefer to call it. the first thing he does when you wake up in the morning is make you close your eyes so he can gently swipe both thumbs along the inner corners

• lowkey gets irritated if you wipe them away yourself 🧍🏼‍♀️

• one time he tried to get rid of a boner by thinking of two guys kissing but got harder instead

• when reiner was a kid, he was at a party with pieck, bertholdt, porco, and marcel. they were all playing truth or dare when porco dared him to go home. the cringy memory still haunts him

• mentions how scary being a baby must be because you can fall asleep in a crib and then wake up at walmart

• not an early bird or a night owl. he’s just in a permanent state of exhaustion 😁

• the side of his neck is extremely ticklish, and every time you kiss him there, he leans his head into it a bit with a smile because your breath is tickling him

• has the biggest soft spot for animals. don’t take him to the shelter with you because he’ll want to take every cat and dog home with him

• doesn’t laugh often. he usually chuckles softly or exhales a sharp puff of air through his nose whenever he finds something funny. but when he does laugh, OH MY GOD ITS PERFECT. LITERAL MAGIC TO THE EARS — it’s deep, a little rumbly, but still so musical. it could eradicate covid and end world hunger

• films stupid tiktok videos like this with you

• gets embarrassed buying condoms so he goes through self-checkout 😭

• sometimes pulls you into him and slow dances with you while you’re both alone in the house, humming a tune and swaying back and forth <3

• very insecure. not the person to be like “im gonna control you around other men/women because you’ll like them better than me” type of insecure, but more just like… he hates himself. so he doesn’t know how to take compliments :(

• whenever you call him perfect or handsome, reiner’s face flushes, and he gets a little awkward — he fidgets a little and struggles to look you in the face, but it’s so cute!! even though he doesn’t know how to accept it, his eyes are sparkling with SO MUCH LOVE and he wants to murmur thousands of thank yous

• lets you press your cold toes and hands against him to warm them up. if that’s not love idk what is

• always bites his lower lip to suppress his groans. it makes him look so pathetic and innocent

• whispers a soft “oh fuck" whenever he’s about to cum

• doesn’t dom all the time, but when he does, he’s so passionate about it. reiner is completely focused on getting you dripping wet to the point where he’s able to push inside you without any sort of resistance holding him back

• has an affinity for LOUD nasty sex. the type where all you can hear are moans and whines, the squelching of a dripping pussy being plowed into, and the bedframe hitting the wall. can’t get enough of it. the more perverted sounding, the better

• KNIFE PLAY KINK.

• loves to pin your arms above your head as he fucks you in missionary

• one of his worst fears is hurting you, so reiner won’t be rough in bed unless you ask for it. but if you do… LORD HAVE MURTHY 👵 👓 🤏

• he tosses you onto the bed, immediately crawling on top to give you a violent, bruising kiss. marks up every part of your body with hickies and swipes of his tongue. when you try to run a hand through his hair, he pushes it away and pins it down. it’s his “no touching” rule

• reiner is strong as hell, so he can manhandle you into any position without an issue. sometimes he’ll throw you around a little aggressively, but he always apologizes for it <3

• g-spot orgasms are hard to achieve, but reiner draws them from you so easily. his fingers actually make you cum faster than a vibrator would. it’s one of his talents ✨

• and the actual fucking? get ready, because that was just the foreplay 🥴

• this man pushes as deep inside as he can go and grinds your hips together as hard as possible. reiner doesn’t half-ass rough sex; he fucks you in earnest as you cry and whine, struggling to take him, but loving it so so much

• in doggy style, sometimes he’ll put a hand on the back of your neck to keep your head down, pressing your cheek into the mattress. once you’re a begging mess and close to cumming, he grabs you by the hair — with just the perfect amount of roughness — and cranes your head back to make you watch the way his cock pushes in and out of you

• it’s so funny though because he’s a man of duality. he can go from being rough to a brainless little fucktoy. his subby side? so soft and whiny and needy

• reiner has nipple piercings and they’re extremely sensitive. this makes nipple play secretly one of his favorite things

• he’s a little hesitant to admit that, considering the whole feminization of the kink … don’t judge him </3

• you have no idea how much he loves it when you run your tongue over them to feel the cold metal. his body literally shakes and he has to clench his fists to keep himself from writhing too much

• can cum from only his nipples being touched

• degradation kink!! god, reiner can hardly control himself when you call him your “stupid slut” or a “pathetic whore”

• it’s not well established, but reiner has lots of kinks. isayama told me

• reiner always keeps a bottle of advil on hand because sometimes he gets too carried away and your cervix hurts afterward LMAO

• poor guy feels SO bad, but don’t worry, you’re treated to plenty of kisses and orgasms to help with the pain <3

CONNIE

• NOT SUBTLE AT ALL. you can say “don’t look, but that guy over there—" and SWOOP, connie’s head flings back and he stares the person straight in the face

• THIS IS HIM

• it’s on purpose too 😐 he knows damn well it’s not necessary

• STICKS HIS FINGER IN YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU YAWN JUST TO RUIN IT.

• has the best laugh!! it’s so contagious. but when connie thinks something is really funny?? he cackles like a witch. sometimes it sounds like he’s 2 milliseconds away from getting on a broom stick 🧙 ITS GOOFY

• sometimes he’ll pretend to drop an invisible pair of glasses, and then when he bends down to “pick them up,” he starts twerking

• “jinkies!!! i dropped my glasses… and this fat ass.”

• he also pulls his pants up to his ribcage and tucks his shirt in so he looks like an 80 year old man 👴

• eats handfuls of grated parmesan cheese and makes his animal crackers fight to decide which one will spared

• has at least 15 internet tabs open at all times. straight chaos. his laptop is begging for mercy

• bites you for no reason??? you could be doing homework or something and all of a sudden he’s sneaking in from behind and biting your shoulder

• devours salt and vinegar chips until his tongue hurts. you have to listen to him complain about it until his tastebuds heal

• EVERY TIME connie farts, he looks around like he’s scared and then does an impression of this girl word-for-word

• “did you guys hear that? 😟 im scared 😰 i don’t know what was that guys and i didn’t do that—” KNOWING DAMN WELL HE DID IT

• connie will bark out of nowhere and look at you like his heart is broken until you bark back

• a total lovebug … chaotic, but a lovebug nonetheless!!

• demands kisses all the time. says he thrives off them

• speaking of kisses, connie LOVES giving them!! whenever he gets home from work, he drops all his shit just to grab your cheeks in both of his hands and kiss every inch of your face <3

• always gives you his hoodies to wear. he just likes sharing, okay?? 🙄

• likes holding hands. likes holding hands. likes holding hands. likes holding ha—

• BELIEVE IT OR NOT… connie is a hard dom. HEAR ME OUT 😤

• yes, he’s funny, silly, and has the sense of humor of a baguette. but it makes that personality switch in the bedroom so much more alluring

• connie goes from acting like a total idiot to staring at you with this wicked lopsided grin, shoving you onto the bed and making a show of unlooping his belt

• it’s kinda mean too, because he unbuckles it slowly — just to make you think you have time to apologize for being a brat earlier

• but in reality? connie has already made up his mind. so don’t look confused when he whips his dick out and orders you to kneel at his feet, his tongue running along his front teeth and his dimples showing out of delight

• and connie is such a dick, because he’ll purposely provoke and tease you — waiting until you say something bratty

• his reason for doing so? he now has an excuse to shove your pretty little face up against the wall and force his fat cock into your drippy pussy, punishing your hole while groaning at your pathetic whines

• his movements are always sharp and hasty as he bends you over, pushing deep into you and pumping a good amount of his pre-cum into that perfect pussy — along with a thick load of his seed

• cums a whole bunch too <3

• makes you thank him afterwards 😌

• connie is just so dirty. he wants the nastiest things; wants his fingers wrapped around your neck as he slips into you, wants to watch your face screw up when you let out a strangled cry. wants to shove his fingers into your mouth when your jaw falls half-open during a particularly hard thrust. he wants to leave you bruised, wants you to climax so many times that your pussy is swollen and beat up

• also… edging king 💯 he likes to ruin your orgasms fr

• sometimes connie will stop sucking on your clit just to rest his cheek on your inner thigh and grin — or he stops fingering your pussy, only shrugging when you say you were about to cum. he doesn’t give a fuck. he’s in control of your pleasure, not you

• and it’s crazy, because once everything is said and done, connie is so much more… connie?? like he starts cracking sly jokes and the atmosphere is suddenly so much lighter

• ten minutes later he’s watching tiktoks and nearly pissing himself from laughing like??? pick a side dude, you gonna act tough or what 😭

isfj is someone with the introverted, observant, feeling, and judging personality traits. these people tend to be warm and unassuming in their own steady way. they’re efficient and responsible, giving careful attention to practical details in their daily lives.

everything is going to work out even if it seems so scary and unknown right now. every little thing is going to be ok and you will end up where you are meant to be.

Grain of truth

*the picture used in the banner is no indication for how the Reader looks, it only serves the vibe of the story, it’s not a description

Soft!Dark Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader

Summary: You’re content with your quiet, peaceful life, but it suddenly becomes dangrously intense when an alpha, Steve Rogers, forces himself into it. You never believed nor seeked out the old fairytales of true mates, but Steve will make you admit there’s a grain of truth in every fairytale.

Warnings: For the first chapter merely hints of dub-con. In general for the rest of the story: soft!dark Steve Rogers; dub-con; A/B/O dynamics; dominance; possessive and controlling behavior; Dom/sub undertones; heat/mating cycles; forced orgasm; orgasm denial; size difference; slight breeding kink; 

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