Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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stellrs.
it’s a miracle that he’s even here, frankly — it had taken everything in him to drag himself out of bed this morning and start the day. lately, sticking his head under the pillow and feeling sorry for himself is about all noah’s good for. to think that a month ago he’d been looking at engagement rings way out of his budget, and now he’s back to square one in planning for his future — there’s no motivation left, no energy to think about what’s next for him. fortunately, being here at the farm removes a lot of that mental load, forcing him to focus on other things ( like the brown furball in the distance running loose ), and he’s able to keep the misery long enough at bay to get a handle on the situation. which— … looks a lot like his favorite animal on earth dressed up in valentine’s day garb. his eyes lift to lucas’ face, things clicking into place before the other man even has a chance to explain himself. “— you heard about that, huh?” sucks in a breath through his teeth, feeling the color warm to his face. “that’s not horrifically embarrassing at all.” he makes a mental note to ( politely ) ask his mother to stop gossiping on his behalf, bending down to stroke the calf’s side with a flat palm. “— look, lucas, that’s—— really nice. but you didn’t have to do all this, okay? i’m fine. i’m happy to be here, happy to work, i just—” how can he put this? “i don’t need the day off. i need anything but another day off. let me help you, and if it as some point you want me to fuck off, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
realistically, lucas should have known the other would not be interested in all of this. but ... lucas is a little bit clueless sometimes. the man has lived on his own since the age of eighteen. and while he hasn’t been completely alone for the near three decades, he’s never been good at picking up social cues. or reading emotions from others. so lips press into a thin line at his reaction, nodding a bit. sad attempt to take the balloon off the animal results in it untying completely and floating from his grip. brown hues watch it disappear into the clouds. embarrassed, he looks back at noah. ' sorry... ' it’s whispered, soft sigh as hands fall to his thighs. ' but i - ..., yeah i hear you. distractions help too. well. ' looks off into the barn, shoulders shrugging. ' let’s get started then. the cows need to be fed. and the barn’s a mess. i got some, uh, strawberries growing over in the garden. i think they’re ready to be picked. ' rubs the sweat from his forehead. ' sugar’s tail is a little tangled too. where do you want to start? '
muse: immy katz, she/her. open to: m / w / enby.
' i always wondered when you stopped loving me... — ' a pause, only about thirty seconds but feels like eternity, ' — but i know that you know that i know that you don’t really care. let’s talk about your hair, and how it’s grown, and how we know that we’re not getting anywhere. '
muse: mazzy hwang, she/her. open to: m / w / enby.
' i already forgave you. so why can’t you forgive yourself? '
watching mandalorian like for a silly billy one-liner ok? muses in source be ready cos i’m asking!
noirflavoured.
sweat , now turned into vicious salt , bites every corner of her parted lips. back of her throat straw-dried. if this was an era of apocalypse , she would’ve been taken for a zombie. or some kind of creature. but her dehydrated stare blooms in hope as she notices blurred shape of a wooden shed. she starts moving faster , closing her mouth shut. keep it moving ! “ hi … i , uh … ” restive cough catches up, disturbing her speech. “ f.uck , sorry. ” dust-covered hands cover crimson-stained mouth. she hawks a few times. “ before i’ll admit to anything — can i ask for a glass of water ? ” her tone of voice husky as she almost faints into the stranger’s arms. almost.
lucas furrows a brow, eyes adjusting to the sun more and gaining a closer look at the woman standing in front of him. concern immediately draws on his features, hands reaching out to hold her frame up a little. and then the protective gene grows stronger, and it’s suddenly his mission to get her a glass of water. and maybe a look through his first aid kit. ' jesus. are you okay? ' stupid question, lucas. really stupid. lips press into a line and he nods. ' yeah, my house is close. just hold on, okay? ' certainly wasn’t going to offer the stranger water from the barn. he owns a brita filter. with one hand at her waist he carefully walks her towards his small house. gets her inside and sitting in a wicker chair. most people probably wouldn’t open their home to strangers. especially strangers in her condition. but lucas wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t do as such. places a tall glass of ice cold water in front of her. ' i have more. if you need it. you don’t gotta tell me anything but just... do you live far from here? like, do you need a ride home? are you gonna be okay if i bring you home? do i gotta call the cops or somethin i... just help me out a little here on how i can help you. '
muse: lucas rojas, he/him, texan cowboy. open to: m / w / enby * age gaps welcome, no taboo * plot: your muse volunteers / works on lucas’ farm and he’s just learned that they got dumped by their partner. he’s a disaster, but trying to make them feel better.
' shit, shit, shit... ' it’s a string of swears, falling from bitten down lips as he tries to chase after the calf running out the doors of the barn. it’s a pretty comical sight, actually. big red ribbon tied to its ears, an aluminum pink heart shaped balloon attached with a string floating above its head. and then lucas, in all his glory, following clumsily behind it. stops in his tracks the moment he sees them step up. ' shit. ' sighs in defeat, hands placed at his hips. ' thought you weren’t gonna be here for another hour? uh... ' eyes the brown calf running in a circle. tries to guide it back to the barn with his leg. ' i heard about.. um.. what’s their name again? fuck, rosie, don’t run! ' manages to get them to lay still, eyes looking up to the other, completely out of breath. ' look. i heard about what happened. and i know you got a soft spot for rosie here so i... just wanted to lift your spirits. break ups suck. even an old man like me knows that. from what i hear you deserve better anyways, darlin. ' brown hues soften, genuine smile placed on his lips. ' shitty of them to do it right before valentine’s day. i made some fudge. vegan, of course. but uh, you’re more than welcome to take some. if you want. and you can have off today. take care of yourself and all. just... ' lifts arms in a small shrug. ' wanted to cheer you up, sugar. '
muse: lucas rojas, he/him, lil cowboy man open to: m / w / enby plot: your muse stumbles upon lucas’ farm. that’s it. we can work from there.
it’s rare you’ll find lucas anywhere else but here. sleeves of his button up rolled to his elbows, beads of sweat falling down his forehead. the farm was his life. no kids, no siblings, no partner. this is where he spent most of his time. he didn’t mind the loneliness. he enjoyed his little life here. he was in the small barn that held a few baby cows, feeding them when a noise startles him, nearly dropping the food in his hands. head pokes out the slightly opened door. ' hello..? ' deep voice calls out, eyes squinting against the blinding texas sun. vision focuses as he walks out onto another body, who looked a tad out of place. ' you, uh, look a lil bit lost, sugar. everythin’ alright? ' head tilts, brows furrowing.
cultsong.
the words leave their lips before they have time to think about them. doesn’t know why they thought they could handle this, just wanted to have a nice night with lucas so they suggested they go to a show together. but god, the fucking lights and the loud music and everyone talking over it. it’s not something rory can handle even on the best of days. find their head growing dizzy, their breathing getting heavier. doesn’t have a single thought in their brain besides getting the fuck out of there, pushes through the crowd of sweaty and loud people into the cool quiet air outside. can barely catch their breath, kneeling on the curb with their head in their hands when they feel the other come up next to them. and as much as they love them, their stupid fucking brain overrides the feeling with fear. ‘ just - just leave me alone for a second, okay ? ’ they regret it the second it leaves their lips, not something they would ever say to lucas on a good day. head still in their hands, heart racing and now met with the guilt with saying those words to him. ‘ fuck - i didn’t mean - luca … ’ voice is shaky, feeling dangerously close to a panic attack. ‘ i didn’t .. fuck. ’ / @yourfool.
he should’ve known better. sure, he’s still learning the ins and outs of rory’s mind, just as they’re learning his. lucas doesn’t do stuff like this. never let anyone get as close as rory has. never wanted anyone to until he met rory. he was hesitant about the show. his own nerves stirring at the pit of his stomach. could only imagine what rory was feeling. eyes locked on them as the music grows louder and the lights get brighter. blinks for a second and they were gone. out of his sight and lucas begins to panic. sees their frame sneak out the venue and he’s quick to follow suit. heart breaks at the sight of them on the curb, hand reaching out to brush against their shoulder. but when they speak, he stumbles back a little, eyes softening at their words. hands begin to shake, kept at his sides. knows they didn’t mean it. of course he knows. tries to ignore the voice in the back of his brain telling him otherwise. soft sighs as he sits next to them, knees brushing against their own. ' i know. ' it’s soft. barely above a whisper. goes against his better judgement and wraps a strong arm around their smaller frame. ' hey. i know. it’s okay, right baby? ' lips tugged into a frown, he tries to pry their hands away from their face. ' come on, cariño. can you look at me? can i see that pretty face? '
cultsong.
the praise has rory’s head spinning. it’s something they’re not quite used to, but god it sounds so good coming from eren. tilts their head a bit while he kisses their neck, eyes closing again. the switch from the urgency to this softness almost makes rory want to cry. almost. arms are around his neck, their breathing slowing down a bit. for a moment, anyway. they almost forget what they’ve said until eren says it back. honestly wasn’t expecting him to and they’re almost sure that they’re in a dream. soft eyes blink up at him, eyebrows furrowed. ‘ wha - you do ? ’ quiet and breathy, a stupid question but they don’t really have time to think about it because eren’s kissing them again and they swear that they could live inside his mouth. whines against his lips, can’t get enough of how their tongue feels against his. both hands trail down his torso, eyes following and admiring the shape of him, and they’re so painfully hard. ‘ you wanna touch me baby ? please ? feels so good need you to touch me .. ’ hips are grinding down on his dick so they’re completely full of him, hands holding eren’s hips still there while theirs keep moving. ‘ j - just stay there please, wanna feel you all the way inside me .. god you feel so good, wanna make you cum so bad baby .. ’
just smiles down at them, heavy breaths leaving pink lips. a brow quirks, brown eyes softening at the way they fall apart beneath his touch. would pout, finger trailing down their tummy before hand wraps around their dick. thumb drags over the slit, teeth sunken into his bottom lip. ' you’re so desperate. so fucking needy, huh? ' spit drools out of his mouth, falling onto rory’s dick and his hand. he starts to move it, up and down, a messy sound filling the room as he does. moans when they hold him still, forehead pressing into their shoulder as the movements of his hand quicken. ' fuck, baby. you like feeling so full? fuck look at you. ' bites into the skin of their shoulder. hips involuntarily thrust, he can’t help it. needs to move. needs to fuck himself into them. wants to make them drunk on it. hand leaves their dick and both of them hold tightly to their hips. nails dig into the soft skin, he knows it’s breaking beneath his touch. movements grow quicker and harder. choked sounds escape his mouth. he can’t help it. ' jesus fucking christ. god, baby. ' skin slaps against each other. it’s all messy and eren’s head throws back, eyes shut and muscles in his arms contorting. lets his left hand return swiftly to their dick, the other gripping at their throat now. forces eye contact. fuck, they looked so pretty. ' you love me? you love my dick? yeah, i bet you do. little slut. you’re so pretty. ' fingers tighten around their throat, thumb comforting their jaw. whispers sweetly, ' shh, i know baby. i know it’s so much. mmm, you can take it right? be good for me? '
cultsong.
at this point rory’s been reduced to just a mess of pathetic and desperate noises, putty in eren’s hands. and then he’s pushing into them and making this beautiful sound and rory’s gripping the edge of the counter hard, head spinning, can barely choke out a whimper. god, he’s fucking big, and they love it, but they’re grateful for him going slow at first. mumbling a string of swears against eren’s lips, hands searching for something better to hold on to. ‘ f - fuck .. baby .. feels so good .. ’ they grip hard onto the other’s arms, not able to even keep their eyes open. of course they’ve had their fair share of hookups before, but nothing that mattered. nothing like this. and it’s making them feel a little dizzy. hands slide down eren’s arms, intertwining their fingers with his. ‘ so big .. you’re so perfect .. ’ lovesick babbling, heart eyes blinking up at him. and then it comes out before rory can even think about it, before they even realize what they’re saying, and maybe it’s an accident, but it’s not a mistake. ‘ fuck - i love you .. ’ face is flushed, they can feel their hair sticking to their forehead. sure they look less than beautiful but they don’t really care because they know they’re safe with him. pulls him in for another kiss, whines and moans falling out of their mouth and into his. has to force themselves to pull away, because they swear they could do that for the rest of their life. ‘ ah - fuck baby, k - keep going but can you just - slow down for a second ? gonna fuckin make me pass out .. ’ they’re breathing heavy, need a moment to catch their breath. needs a moment to take in what’s actually happening. hands find their way into eren’s hair, gently toying with the strands. ‘ y - you feeling okay ? i’m doing okay ? ’
he thinks he’s misheard. he had to of. couldn’t fathom the thought of rory, the objection of his desire for months on end, loving him. makes his head spin. he can’t speak, just quickens his pace a little while dirty sounds fill the room. and rory looked beautiful. so pretty and perfect in eren’s eyes. he loves them. he does. loves them when they’re throwing up from anxiety. loves them when they’re shy and whiny. loves them when they’re a fucking pain in his ass. and like this. sweaty and falling apart beneath his touch. it’s like they were drunk and eren was the toxin. and he loved that. lost in his head he almost doesn’t hear rory’s pleas. but he does, of course he does, and he slows down. because he’d do anything they asked him to. slows his pace, almost coming to a complete stop, buried deep inside them. mouth attaches messily to their lips, chewing and biting at the skin. lets out the softest sigh. ' mhm, baby. you’re doing so good. ' presses his face into their neck, marking them up again. hips slowly grind now, it’s passionate and his hands are holding their body like they could break if he let go. brings his lips to their ear. ' i love you too, by the way. ' nibbles a bit at the lobe, high pitched moan escaping into the room because they’re just so tight around him. ' so fucking tight. god, baby. you’re perfect. ' and then he’s kissing them again because he really just can’t get enough.
cultsong.
eren has them so far gone that they can barely think at all. has them whining, high pitched and desperate, reaching out for him, letting him do whatever he wants with their body. breath hitches once he takes his boxers off, their mouth almost watering at the sight of it. moans at the name he calls them, blush on their cheeks deepening. obediently takes his fingers in their mouth, watery eyes blinking up at him. they’re a brat, of course, but eren makes them want to be good for him. takes them deeper down their throat, choking a bit. pulls off, lips red and swollen and drool spilling down their mouth. ‘ i - is that good enough baby ? please .. need you to touch me. make me behave. make me yours .. you can do whatever you want to me .. ’ fingers dance along his torso and down to touch his dick, whining and whimpering as they start to jerk him off slowly. ‘ that feel good baby ? wanna make you feel even better .. use me to make yourself feel good please ? mnh .. fuck baby. ’ one hand’s touching eren and the other touching themselves, not able to stop the noises coming out of their mouth. they feel pathetic. filthy. but they fucking love it. ‘ l - look what you made me into baby. just stupid, so stupid i c - can only think about your dick and how bad i need it - ah fuck - fuck me eren. ’
they listened so well. and eren loves when they get bratty. throw attitude at him like it’s nothing. but he thinks he loves this a little more. loves how they fall apart beneath his touch. it makes his fucking head spin. and they look so dirty but so pretty. whines out a moan when he feels their fingers on him, eyes shutting for about two seconds. letting him soak in this moment. when he opens them and sees them touching themselves too, that’s when he about loses it. something in him snaps. they looked filthy and stupid and the words they were saying went straight to his heart. takes wet fingers, pushes their thighs apart and grips the soft skin of their ass. smacks their hand away from his dick and kneels for a bit. eren spits at their entrance, thumb prodding at it to massage. looks up at them with soft brown eyes. ' yeah? want me to just fuck you? bury myself inside this tight little cunt? ' rises to his feet again, hand cupped around the base of his dick. pushes the tip inside them and just that. because just that alone has eren letting out this disgusting loud noise, rising from the back of his throat. stays like that, eyes shut as he pushes rory’s legs up against their chest. ' fuck, baby. fuck i’m not even all the way in and you’re squeezing me so tight. fuck. ' and then he’s pushing in, slowly, letting rory get adjusted to his size. inch by inch he fucks into them, low moans falling from pink lips the further he goes. soon enough he’s got himself all the way in, he’s pressing his forehead against rory’s and he’s kissing them. kissing them deep and hard. biting at their lips, wants to see them bleed. eren pulls almost all the way out and then slams back into them. ' ah, fuck. mmm, my baby. my little stupid slut. you like falling apart on my dick? ' filth falls from his lips as he picks up the pace, fucking them at a steady pace.
cultsong.
the noises rory’s causing eren to make are so fucking melodic to them, so sweet and calming and their heart is pounding and they’re realizing this is actually fucking happening. stupid little smile when he says they’re annoying. knows he doesn’t mean it, and even if he does rory finds it kind of endearing. they’re a little startled by eren starting to take off their shirt - realizes people they’ve hooked up with before usually didn’t really bother with stuff like that. didn’t really bother being .. close. with intimacy. at least not like this. feels a little self conscious, but they like it. likes that he wants to see all of them. moans into his mouth, feeling of his tongue against theirs causing butterflies to erupt in their stomach. bites on their lip, heart eyes blinking up at eren. ‘ y - yeah baby .. please ? want you to fuck me .. w - wanna feel you inside me .. ’ their tone is almost whining, can feel their face getting hotter and hotter. of course, eren can make them act like a total brat and then make them incredibly shy on the flip of a dime. all bark and no bite - they’re a little embarrassed of what he does to them. ‘ w - will you fuck me ? please ? want you to leave marks on me .. don’t wanna forget that .. that i’m yours. ’ voice is quiet, stupidly shy. certain that eren can feel their heartbeat. pulls him closer by his belt, mouth falling open when they feel him through his pants. ‘ fuck, you’re so big .. baby .. ’ they’re whining and pulling him in for another kiss and it’s needy and messy and rory’s falling apart for him and they fucking love it.
needs to feel the warmth of their skin. fingers slide under the material of rory’s shirt once he gets it open, dancing along a soft torso. nails dig into their waist, their whining like music to his ears. soft little stutter. makes eren feel fucking crazy. and they’re asking so nicely, practically begging at this point for eren to ruin them. ruin them. god. he wants to ruin their life. make them feel like they can’t live without him around. obsessed. thumb rubs circles into the skin of their cheek. ' so pink. so pretty. ' teeth catch onto their bottom lip, pulling it out. he’s trying to get them to whine again. loves the little noises they make. soft chuckles leave his lips. ' mmm, baby. think it can fit? huh? think you can take me? ' the thought sends his mind into a frenzy. burying himself inside them. feeling them on that intimate level. god. he grinds into their hand, moaning into their mouth. forces himself to pull away, groaning as he unbuckles his pants. hands are fast, needy, desperate. need all these extra layers of clothes to go. can’t believe this is how it’s happening. eren’s fantasized about this moment a lot. thinks about it late at night, one hand wrapped around his dick and the other looking at a picture of rory. disgusting. filthy. he’s fucked up and somehow rory entertains it. gets rory’s pants off and tossed aside, fingers gripping into now exposed thighs. ' god. baby. ' helps discard their boxers, his own following right after. ' mmm, be a good girl for me and suck okay? ' then without warning, he shoves his fingers into their mouth. ' get it nice and wet, okay puppy? gotta get you ready for me. '
cultsong.
rory can talk a big game, act bratty all they want but the truth is eren knows exactly how to make them weak. soft whines fill the room as the other picks them up with ease and sets them on the counter. the way he could just toss them around. god, it made them crazy. lets out a quiet yelp at the feeling of his teeth on their neck, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. ‘ mmm.. ’ they hum lazily, hips grinding into eren’s, hands underneath his shirt. nails digging into his sides. eyes close again when he starts to choke them, a cheeky smile adorning their features. ‘ yeah i think i do, actually, ’ a soft exhale before gently nipping at eren’s lower lip. they could play this game all day, honestly. not one to back down from a challenge, especially not one from the person that makes their head spin constantly, makes them feel like they’re the only person in the world. ‘ and i think you want to. you were so pissed because i was talking to other people, huh ? you want me all to yourself ? ’ hand comes up to the other’s face, a soft touch on his cheek. ‘ i know you do. and i want you. all of you, just for me. ’ takes eren’s hand away from their throat, pulls him closer to kiss down his neck, sucking bruises into the soft skin. just wants to hear him moan, hear that they’re making him feel good. pulls away after they’re satisfied, dark eyes admiring the other’s face. ‘ you’re perfect. don’t you wanna show me how much i belong to you ? just you, baby ? ’ of course they’d noticed eren’s protectiveness of them, and it made their heart swell. he made them insane.
the thing about rory washington was that they knew all too well what they were doing. what they were capable of. they loved to play dumb and eren loved it as well. he loved to make them feel stupid. made it feel like he was the only person who really knew them. really knew how to take care of them. maybe he is. they’re talking and it sickly sweet, words coated with honey. soft touches accompanying the sound of their voice and god. god. eren wanted to consume them. live inside their body. he wanted to be haunted by them. their lips are on his neck and he’s sucked out of the catacombs of his mind, mouth parting open to let out a dirty but sweet sound. hand finds its way to the curve of rory’s ass, squeezing as his other hand wraps their other leg around his waist. leans them back a little, back of their head against the streaked bar bathroom mirror. ' you’re so fucking annoying. ' he growls, but his lips still attach to theirs as his fingers fumble with the buttons of their shirt. needed to feel them. be close. he could never be close enough. tongue pries past their lips, entering the warmth of their mouth. he moans into it, hips grinding into rory. he pulls away and it’s messy and dirty and a string of spit lingers, drooling down rory’s chin. they were so fucking pretty like that. ' mmm, what do you want baby? want me to fuck you? here? music’s loud enough, they won’t hear you. but you probably wouldn’t care if they did, right? ' soft touches to their face, he forces eye contact. ' tell me what you want. use your words. '
cultsong.
they’d had a bit of alcohol, sure. usually did after stupid events they had to go to - it calmed their nerves. didn’t think it was clouding their judgment too much until those words fell from their lips. and they didn’t even mean for it to come off the way it did, but they do have a bit of an attitude problem. apparently. a slightly hazy mind registers eren’s grip on their arm, pulling them away from a crowd into a dimly lit bathroom. soft gasp at the way the other’s gripping their face, a pale blush blooming across already pink cheeks before they tilt their head up and let out a giggle. god, they fucking love when eren gets like this. hand comes up to grip his wrist. ‘ you don’t scare me, baby. ’ honestly it’s rare that rory acts like this, usually always polite and soft spoken, but something about the other made them want to act up so fucking bad. ‘ you wanna hear it again then ? ’ their other hand wanders up to eren’s hair, fingers tangling in the mess and tugging just a bit, dark eyes focused on his lips. ‘ i told you to shut the fuck up. that make you mad ? god it’s so easy with you .. ’ they’re acting big and bad, but under the facade their heart’s beating crazy in their chest, hoping they’re not going too far.
would never show just how much he loves it when rory acts like this. truth is he loves their attitude. he loves when they get bratty. so obsessed with everything about them. lets out a small groan, pushing his thumb past their lips. knows that they want to rile him up. get him so angry that he’ll give them just what they want. well, two could play at that game. rubs his finger down their bottom lip, getting it wet from their mouth. ' i don’t want to scare you. don’t be fucking stupid. ' eren tilts their head back and kisses the sweet spot of their neck. hands drop to their hips, gripping and picking them up to sit them on the bathroom counter. one hand slides down their thigh, lifting their leg to wrap around his waist. all the while his teeth were sinking into their neck, biting hard and lapping over the mark with his tongue. pulls away, pressing his forehead to theirs. ' come on, baby. keep it up. make me mad. that’s what you want, right? wanna make me so angry? what? you want me to fuck you right here? ' chuckles, lips brushing to theirs very softly. one hand rises to wrap fingers gently to their throat. ' do you think you deserve that? '
cultsong.
a sharp exhale as damien touches the wound on his cheek - it’s not bad honestly, the feeling just brings back memories he wishes he could bury deep deep in his memory forever. ‘ do we have to - okay we’re doing the whole alcohol thing .. ’ eyes shut as he feels the sting of it on his face. ‘ it’s nothing, pretty. fuckin’ cat got me earlier. ’ smiles at the charmander bandaid they put on and everything seems to slow for a moment - this is his fucking life. an apartment in new york city with his forever love and this stupid cat that he won’t admit he loves. and of course damien had gotten presents for him. because they’re fucking adorable. sighs as he’s led to the couch with his lover, pats his lap for the other to lay his head down on him. can’t help but laugh at the name - spiderman. it’s so fucking stupid to him. ‘ yeah, spiderman. i dunno he just seems like he’s a little cocky .. ’ sore hands wander to damien’s messy curls, tugging through them softly. an amused smile and a light blush on theo’s cheeks as they’re praising this so-called hero. remembers the encounter and how he so badly wanted to shake them and tell them to pay attention to the damn road. eyebrows quirk at their comment, poking their cheek. ‘ oh skimpy huh ? got a little crush damie ? wanna see me in that stupid little suit ? i’ll be your spiderman yeah ? ’ he’s teasing, of course. although it’s an odd feeling being jealous of himself. buries bruised knuckles into damien’s hair, scanning their face for that pretty little blush he loves so damn much. ‘ you’re mine, yeah ? you know that ? ’ speaks softly into his ear, placing a soft kiss on the spot between his ear and jawline. can’t help a gentle nip at the skin, either. ‘ besides, you think spiderman could do that ? ’ points to the horribly decorated stockings he spent hours on last night, three of them hanging beside each other. one ‘damie’ with messy liquid glitter hearts around it, one ‘gridz’ with a very poorly drawn cat, and one plain ‘theo’. ‘ don’t think he’s an artist like i am. ’
it just feels right. like his whole life this is where damien belonged. nestled in the lap of their lover, eyes fluttering shut with content sighs he plays with their hair. pupils nearly poke out of their sockets though, once theo claims they have a crush on the masked hero. starts to giggle, face scrunching in response. ' what are you, silly? ' question comes out high pitched, almost a whine. palm raises to rub against their eye smudging around the day old liner they had thrown on for fun. cheeks grow the softest shade of pink, another whine escaping from the back of their throat as theo presses his lips to their skin. loves how he claims them, loves that he calls them his. teeth catch into his own bottom lip, bambi eyes staring up at the love of his life. soft hand reaches, the cool metal of silver rings caressing theo’s cheek. gives him a sweet kiss before sitting up, maneuvering his body so that he was straddling the other’s lap. arms dangle over his shoulders, face buried into his neck. lips drag over the tanned skin, biting once before they’re whining again. ' i love you so much. you know that. you don’t gotta be jealous of some random superhero, okay? ' fingers run through soft brown curls, pushing some away from the face of their lover. ' your ass would look really good in a suit like that though. '
it startles him. not used to hearing rory talk in such a way. especially towards him. it takes a minute or two for eren’s brain to really process what just happened. and then he’s grabbing their arm. fingers tighten around the limb, pulling them away from the crowd they were just in. they were at some bar downtown, after an event rory just had. when eren suggested rory to slow down with the drinking, he was met with attitude. ' shut the fuck up. ' had fallen from rory’s mouth. the crazy thing is eren doesn’t really care that rory was drinking. no, he cared that rory got extremely flirtatious while drunk. and it was pissing eren off. drags them off to the nearest bathroom, locking the door behind them. ' wanna say that again? ' a warning as his other hand grips tightly at their jaw. eyes dark, he pushes against them until their back hit the sink. ' hmm? let me hear it again, brat. ' / @cultsong