#<- a bit late but still. savoring every second

[justplaggin]

stray cat of all time

[brattyspence]

safe and sound | s.reid

summary: in which post-prison!spencer finds himself so comforted by your presence that he can’t help but fall asleep whenever he’s around you. (anyone else remember that tiktok trend abt how frequently falling asleep around certain people is a sign of someone feeling safe? no? just me?)

tags: fluffy! post-prison!spence (but its not rlly mentioned in detail)(just reminding u all that man is Traumatized capital T), gun mentioned, sleeping… that’s it i think

a/n: hey idk how to follow up my last fic so here is this??? its a drabble!

word count: 651

(a very short) masterlist here

You had been sitting on your couch, laptop open on your lap as you typed away the last bit of paperwork you needed to complete for the night. The TV was playing softly, some random documentary channel you’d put on hours ago. The room was dim, only the soft lighting from the table side lamp illuminating the space.

Even though your relationship was relatively new, you were at a point where simply existing in each other's presence was an acceptable reason to hang out. You didn't need to be doing something, you were just content to exist in each others orbit. 

In recent weeks, you’d observed a new phenomenon; nearly every time he came to your apartment, he would fall asleep within an hour. 

Not that particularly you minded. Sometimes you found yourself tangled somewhere in his arms, the book you had been reading slipping from your fingertips as you also fell asleep. Other times you were so busy with work and laundry and whatever else you were up to to notice that he had been sleeping at all. 

You shut your laptop and placed it on the coffee table in front of you. It was late now, nearly 11pm. 

“Spence…” you reached over to ruffle his hair softly, hoping to stir him. “It's past 11.”

He made a slight whine of protest before fluttering his eyes open. You watched him squint at the digital clock on your TV stand. “Ugh. I'm sorry. I’m going.”

“I wasn't kicking you out,” you reply. “I just thought maybe you didn't want to spend the night on my couch.”

He sat up, rubbing his eyes for a few seconds. “Yeah, that's probably not very smart,” he replied, a slight smile creeping across his lips. “I don't know why your apartment makes me so tired.”

He did know, in fact. It was no secret that the past year hadn't been kind to him. Prison had left him changed, and touched every part of his life irreversibly, including his own home. It was stupid, he knew. He was a fully grown man, a trained agent who owned a gun and knew how to use it, and he still could never feel as safe in his own apartment as he was in yours. You were the only person in his life who didn’t see him during that point in his life. You hadn't watched him change and expected anything from him. Being in your presence was the only time there was no weight to bear.

“It's more than fine with me,” you said. You shifted across the cushions enough to tuck your head against his shoulder. “You can sleep on my couch whenever you want. But you should probably consider the bed instead, if you don't want back pain for the rest of your life.”

He chuckled softly, sliding an arm around your side to settle you against him. “I’ll consider it.”

The air grew still again. You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of his fingertips tracing lines up and down your side. Eventually you felt him place his cheek against your head. You were certain you’d also succumb to the temptation of sleep that had been creeping up on you.

“You should just stay the night,” you mumbled. 

“We both have work tomorrow, honey.”

You huffed. “But we’re so comfy right here. Please?”

“Maybe I can just get up extra early tomorrow to have time to go home…” he said. “Just because you asked so nicely.”

“Mhm. Do that.” You nodded. “And next time just pack a bag. Or I'll make space for you in my closet. Whatever will get you to stay.”

You felt him laugh quietly before he removed his arm from its position around you. He stood up before you could protest further, offering his hand to you. 

“Come on. Let's go to bed like adults.”

You groaned, accepting his hand anyway.

[sundew199]

Already damned

a/n: idk what possessed me to write sanji for this prompt but it fit well. Every thing in here is pre-established consent though not explicitly stated!! If it's not your things pls don't interact :)))

tags: Vinsmoke Sanji x reader, consensual somnophilia, oral f!recieving, uh pathetic devoted man?

kinktober day five: somnophilia

!!MINORS DNI!!

Sanji never slept much to begin with, not with constantly having to prep food for the crew or on the latter keep said prepped food away from Luffy, almost standing guard in the kitchen as he did so. But those were only on the nights Luffy just had a hankering for a late night snack. In general sleep didn't come as easily some nights like he wished, blamed it on the nicotine from his cigarette keeping him up or running through new and old recipes in his head.

He'd never say it out loud, but he envied how fast you could fall asleep. Like the second your head fell onto the pillow, you were out. On the restless nights, Sanji would lay with you, run his fingers down and across your back, press kisses into your cheeks and just admire the serenity that came with you falling asleep on him, the comfort he could provide.

Unusually restless tonight with no promise of actually falling asleep, he slid off of the bed, careful not to wake you and shuffled down to the kitchen. A small orange glow from his lighter igniting the end of his cigarette illuminated his path just a smidge, sharply inhaling the smoke and puffing it back out shortly. Sanji knew a midnight snack wouldn't help in falling asleep, but it's not like he had anything better to do.

Instead of making himself a snack, Sanji opted for finishing his cigarette and two more after that one, leaning back into the kitchen island and letting his mind wander a bit. A part of him wishes you were still up, a craving just for you forming while standing in the kitchen puffing on his cigarette. You'd been so much more needy for him, not that he was complaining to being with, but god was it a lot to keep up with. Add onto the entire crew needing him just about all day, when all you wanted was just him to yourself. A blessing and a curse this was, one Sanji found himself laughing to himself about.

Feeling as if he could properly relax now and maybe go back to sleep, Sanji left the kitchen and shuffled back to his room. Upon entering, the sight he was met with nearly had him turning on his heel. You were lying on your side haphazardly, the lightweight t-shirt you were wearing twisted around your body, accentuating your chest and waist. That wasn't the issue, it was the sight of you wearing nothing but that t-shirt, and Sanji just barely caught a glance of your glistening pussy before biting down on his knuckles to stifle his moan.

Fuck. Were you dreaming about him? You had to be, there couldn't be any other explanation.

Letting out a shuttering breath, mulling over his options, Sanji quietly locked the door before taking careful steps over to the foot of the bed. You turned over on your back right then, tits jostling from the movement and legs lazily falling open.

Fuck it. He was already damned wasn't he?

As carefully as he could, Sanji climbed onto the bed, pushing his hair out of his face and crouching down between your legs, gently wrapping his arms around your thighs. A near breathless moan left his lips now that he were face to face with your glistening cunt, the aroma of your arousal filling his nostrils like the sweetest batch of icing, making his eyes flutter and all inhibitions fade at a maddening pace.

Set on not wanting to disturb your peaceful sleep, his lips pressed softly up your inner things, the tip of his nose gliding along your supple skin making him twitch in his sleep pants. Rushing this would only cause you to wake and push his face into your cunt, not allowing him to savor the taste of you like he always prefers to.

Reaching the junction where your leg met your hip, Sanji stopped, unwrapped one of his arms from around your leg and glided it along your slick folds. You barely twitched, but just enough for his eyes to shoot up and look at you. Steady breathing still, body relaxed and waiting, making this almost too easy for him. Fuck he loved having you like this, and not just when you were asleep, just when you were relaxed and willing to let him take his time.

Slipping his middle finger in as slowly as possible, Sanji made sure to see what your reaction was, sighing at the pinch in your brows and the slight part in your lips, urging him to keeping pushing his finger all the way in. You clenched around him, greedily sucking in the finger he had buried in your cunt unmoving. He drew it back about half way and pushing it all the way in again, savoring the sound of your sweet breathless moan from the action.

Fuck, you were ruining him. And that was all he wanted.

Wetting his lips, Sanji descended down upon your clit, pressing a kiss and then swiping the flat of his tongue over it. God...you tasted so sweet and addicting, like this was his first time ever getting the chance to devour your pussy. His breath was hot as he pulled his mouth away, a familiar clench around the single finger inside you serving as a reminder to see if he'd pulled you from sleep.

Still deep in sleep much to his surprise, Sanji took to splitting your folds on his tongue, lapping up any leaking arousal and quietly humming. You tasted so so so good, like the finest dessert crafted by the best chef in the world. Oh he would never forget how lucky he was, to hold your legs apart and worship you.

"Sanji..."

Popping his head up at the soft whisper of his name, he expected you to be awake, but instead your back was slightly arched with your arms thrown above your head, letting out a soft snore.

At this point he didn't care if you woke up or not, wouldn't stop him from bringing you to the precipice on his tongue. Twisting his middle finger inside of you, slipping in his ring finger, he groaned into your flesh at the tight clench from your walls. So greedy.

Your legs were twitching by his head, but not enough to where ehe felt he need to use more force to keep them open. His fingers began to press into your skin as he turned eager, slurping and sucking at your folds and running his tongue from your entrance to your clit to swirl around it.

You were close. He could tell with the pitch in your moans, the shutter of your entire body and the tightening of your walls around his slow pumping fingers. Sanji wanted it. Needed you to cum on his mouth, he was so drunk off of you at this point that your pleasure was all that mattered. His throbbing cock pressed to the bed could wait, you were a priority.

"C'mon baby you're so close, so close." Whispering under his breath when he came up for some air, sucking through his teeth and diving back in. He knew sucking on your clit and curling his fingers around that spot deep inside you would do the trick, holding back his moans so he could hear yours that were quickly increasing in volume.

"Fuck Sanji please-"

So focused he didn't even bother to look up to see if he'd finally woken you, flicking the tip of his tongue across your clit enclosed behind his lips. Now your legs were shaking, quivering more like from the determination melding into his actions, the end goal dangling in front of him like a tease.

"Cum in my mouth angel," Muttering what he didn't know was his last statement before you came, eyes rolling into the back of his head when your walls fluttered around his fingers and the rush of your arousal filled his mouth, eagerly lapping it up like a dog dying of thirst, knowing he looked so pathetic. But he never cared, because it was all about you, never about him and he didn't mind it being that way one bit.

Easing his fingers out, Sanji sat back on his feet, looking down at the mess he made. A quick trip to the bathroom to grab a warm rag, he swiped it over your inner thighs, getting most of it up.

Haphazardly tossing the used rag to the side, he contemplated lighting a quick cigarette before crawling back in bed with you. But it dawned on him how tired he was, almost feeling excited that he was worn and wanting nothing but sleep, prompting him to carefully lift your limp sleeping body to his chest as he laid down. Sanji truly didn't expect you to still be sleeping, not after what he thinks was an intense orgasm.

Softly kissing your forehead and keeping an arm tight around your body, Sanji felt his sleep heavy eyes close on their own for the first time in a long time, content and oddly at peace.

[junkissed]

too hot to handle

member — junhui x gn!reader genre — sfw, fluff, comfort word count — 1k synopsis — dinner in bed is nice, but sometimes things get a little spicy. warnings — mentions of food and eating, reader doesn't eat/like spicy food (the title is a joke this is not smut it's not even a teeny bit suggestive. just pure fluff !!) notes — requested by @onlymingyus — so actually i am a big fat liar nsjdghf i randomly felt motivated to write jun fluff today bc i miss him so here's a little drabble from my inbox :-) my requests are still closed and i'm still on hiatus-ish, but i hope you enjoy!

the sound of loud slurping noises pulls your attention away from the tv as you lay in bed, tangled up in jun’s side with a bowl of ramen on your lap.

“you're doing that on purpose, aren't you?”

“doing what?” he mumbles through a mouthful of food as he looks up from his bowl, half a noodle still hanging between his lips before he swallows it up.

you stare at him for a moment. the look on his face is so cute that you can't tell if his ignorance is feigned or not, but does it really matter? you're going to let him get away with it either way. “nevermind,” you answer after a minute, and he shrugs and happily goes back to finishing up his dinner.

you stretch your back and relax into the pillows, and automatically jun lifts his arm so you can settle into his side. he always adjusts so you have a comfortable place to lean on, even if it hinders his ability to eat. your elbow rests on his hip as you lay against him, propping yourself up to balance your own bowl.

the tv plays quietly, a new drama that the two of you have been watching together the past few weeks. but it's just background noise; it might as well have been muted, because you'd stopped listening to it a while ago. it's the first night in too long that you've been able to spend time with jun uninterrupted, and you'd much rather focus on him. with both of your busy and exhausting lives, lazy evenings and dinner in bed have become few and far between lately, so you savor every moment you can get with him.

he slurps his ramen again, and now you're sure he was doing it on purpose because this time he does it much quieter than before. you can't help the smile that makes its way onto your face as you bring a spoonful to your own mouth, shaking your head in enamored fondness.

you lean your head back against his shoulder to look up at him. you don't know how he does it. how he manages to make you fold when he's not even trying.

he flashes you a grin when he sees you staring and he slurps from his spoon, this time making it clear he wants you to know he's doing it intentionally. you laugh softly move your head down towards the screen again, but he hums out a little noise and you pause to glance back up at him.

“wait a second,” he says after swallowing the broth in his mouth. he puts down his spoon and uses his free hand to tilt your chin up towards him, two gentle fingers guiding your cheek.

you follow his eyes as he stares down at your lips, and for a second you think he's going to kiss you. but instead he brushes his thumb across your lip, wiping away a stray piece of carrot from the corner of your mouth, and you feel your cheeks flush with heat.

“is that all?” you say, and he lets out a little hum in disagreement as he stares at you. you lick your lips reflexively under his gaze, your eyes never leaving his. the dim light from the tv makes him look even prettier, you think, studying the fuzzy outline of his features in the darkness.

“mmm… no, i think i missed a spot, actually.”

this time he leans down to kiss you and you crane your neck up to meet his lips, breaking into a smile as you feel him press against your mouth. your eyes flutter shut at the familiar movement of his lips moving with yours, so natural and warm and tender like it's the easiest thing in the world.

he pulls away after a second and sighs, settling back against the headboard of the bed and adjusting you in his arms. distantly you hear the drama's theme song playing in the background as the credits of the episode flash across the screen, but you don't care about following the story anymore.

at this moment you're more concerned with the biting warmth spreading across your lips, so you wipe the back of your hand against your mouth, and he lets out a little whine. “hey, why’d you do that?” he pouts. “don't wipe off my kisses. you're making me sad.”

“because you're burning my mouth! your ramen's too spicy for me,” you tease as you pout back at him, reaching across him to set your own half-empty bowl on the nightstand.

he grabs your wrist before you pull back and brings your hand up to his mouth. without having to ask you sigh, knowing what he wants, and you swipe your thumb over his lips even though there's nothing there.

“there. all gone, no more spice,” he hums with a smile and he gently releases your hand. you let your arm fall onto his lap, resting across his body and curling around his waist to pull him closer to you. “now come here and let me kiss you again, i have to replace the one you wiped off.”

you groan and pretend to roll your eyes, but you don't hesitate when he leans back in to capture your lips again. the heat is easy to put up with; you don't mind his spicy kisses, if it means you get to have moments in bed together like this.

“i'm gonna make you brush your teeth before you kiss me next time,” you grumble, but it's not hard to tell that your threats are empty.

jun just giggles and presses his lips against you once more, this time on your cheek by the corner of your mouth, because it's clear you're not serious nor upset. the days of being grossed out by each other have long since passed, and you'll gladly take a sloppy kiss from him any day. “love you, too.”

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[billyharris]

Inspired by @piratefalls ‘s post

Buck attempts to shift himself onto his stomach to sneak in ten more minutes of sleep before he needs to shower and get ready for work, but he’s pinned to the bed by an arm splayed across his chest. The muscley arm of his boyfriend. Just thinking about that word causes Buck’s insides to flip. He has a boyfriend. A big, strong, beast of a boyfriend – who looks like a vision as he softly snores next to him.

Buck and Tommy were at the same apartment fire downtown last night. Half of LA’s stations were there. It took all that combined manpower to finally put out the fire that had spread to all twenty floors of the building. Buck didn’t even have time to quickly meet up with Tommy and tell him how hot he looked landing the chopper on a flame-engulfed rooftop. All he could do was wave as he flew away and deal with the (not so) gentle ribbing of his team making whip sounds at him.

A little bit after the fire was put out, the 118 were dispatched to another call. They didn’t need as many stations there for the cleanup and triage. As they were driving away, he saw Lucy loading another victim into the back of Tommy’s chopper – his third trip back from Presbyterian. He ended up making another two before the end of his shift.

Buck’s shift ended first. He changed and went to Tommy’s to surprise him with dinner after a long and exhausting shift. As of late, Buck has been staying at Tommy’s more than going home to the loft. Even though it’s a longer drive to the 118, nothing beats getting to wake up next to (or entangled with) his boyfriend.

Buck wanted to stay up and wait for Tommy, but he was exhausted himself and ended up passing out hours before Tommy got home. Around midnight, Tommy buried his face into Buck’s neck, apologizing for waking him up – not like he had to. Buck will always savor every second he gets with his boyfriend. With the man he’s fallen for.

Tommy was misty-eyed as he recalled his last transfer. They didn’t get to the hospital in time. The patient, a college student, succumbed to her injuries minutes before they landed. Lucy tried to perform compressions, but there was no use – she was gone.

It’s part of the job. Both have lost plenty of people with the LAFD. Doesn’t make it any easier. One of the perks of dating another first responder is having someone who knows exactly what it feels like. The regret, the blame, the what ifs – Buck’s been there. Been there more times than he can count.

So even when his muscles were steeped in exhaustion and he had an early shift the next morning, Buck gave Tommy what he needed. He held him down and sank into him, fucking him slowly and reverently until his mind was clouded with only thoughts of him and their shared connection. He showered him in praise, worshiped every patch of skin he could reach and reminded him of all the good he’s done. How he’s worthy of the pleasure he’s giving him. How loved he is.

It’s an act of service that Buck is usually on the other end of. He’s more likely to bring home the trauma of work – he’s over-emotional, he’s too much at times, he’s exhausting – yet time and time again, Tommy takes care of him. The least he could do was return the favor last night.

Buck watches Tommy sleep for a few minutes. He’s beautiful, a work of art unlike Buck’s ever seen before. His chiseled muscles and cleft chin are so handsome, so masculine – it takes his breath away watching him. Sometimes Buck feels like he needs to pinch himself. He still can’t believe this side of himself was hidden away for so long. How he couldn’t see who he was after years of searching for it. But, if he came out before, who knows if he would have met Tommy? Who knows if he would have happiness like he’s found with his boyfriend? He’s right where he’s meant to be, when he’s supposed to be.

Buck turns his alarm off before it wakes Tommy. He kisses the top of his head and slides out from under his (beefy) grip to start getting ready for work. He does his morning routine, basking in the smell of Tommy’s shampoo and soap on his skin. He’s never going back to his old brand. Not when he can have Tommy’s signature cedar scent on him all day, reminding him who he’s going home to at the end of his shift. He throws on one of Tommy’s hoodies (for the same reason) and a pair of dark jeans.

When Buck makes it back to the bedroom, Tommy is still fast asleep – snoring louder now that his mouth isn’t muffled by Buck’s neck. He kneels on the bed and lays a quick kiss to Tommy’s bare shoulder. He really wants a proper goodbye kiss before work, but he’d rather let his boyfriend sleep.

But then Tommy turns over on his side, pulling Buck into a patented Thomas Kinard bear hug. “C’mere.” He grumbles, barely awake. His eyes are still closed.

“Babe, I have work.” He whispers into Tommy’s jaw. Tommy’s lucky enough to have today off. “I’m coming over later.”

“You’ll be coming alright.” He smirks, still in a sleepy daze.

“Okay old man.” Buck laughs, prying himself from his boyfriend’s grasp. He kisses Tommy again, this time on the lips. “Get some rest so I can hold you to that…” He can’t help it - He kisses him again, this time lingering for a few seconds.

“Mmm hmm.” He burrows his face further into the pillow, falling back asleep. Buck stands up and checks his watch, seeing he’s officially running late. Great. “Stay safe, love you.”

Buck freezes. He turns back to see Tommy is out. “Babe?” He questions. He doesn’t get a response. He’s not sure if Tommy was even awake when he said it. But he definitely said it. Said that all important four-letter word. A word they had yet to say to each other. Until now.

All Buck can think about is another four-letter word - Fuck.

[pupyuj]

→ “special girl.” || naoi rei x reader fic.

— you always make sure that your girlfriend has the most perfect birthdays ever but this year, rei was going to be the one to make her day even more special…

word count: 3.0k

dynamic: dom!vers!naoi rei x sub!vers!reader.

content warnings: birthday sex yippee, sex in a public setting, exhibitionism, car sex, fingering, cunnilingus, mommy kink, praise kink, ‘kitty’ kink (if that is even a thing).

requested ? : nope.

a/n: a bit late in the day but happy birthday to my dearest reibear! this was kinda clumsily put together so apologies if it’s lacking compared to my other full fics but ehe i hope you guys enjoy this 🥺

rei loved special occasions for one reason: you!

even after three years of dating, you still managed to make each and every single one of your gifts so different. with that said, rei’s favorite day would be her birthday. one would think that it was normal for someone to have their very own special day as their birthday but rei’s birthday wasn’t special because it was her birthday—it was special because you make it so. every second of that day would be perfect because of you.

and this year, rei’s birthday wasn’t any different than the last.

“you really didn’t have to rent an entire restaurant just for us, (y/n)-ah. that must’ve been really expensive.” rei says as she snuggles closer to your arm. the cool, gentle breeze blows your hair back as the two of you walk along the marbled paths beside the river. it was a peaceful evening—there wasn’t a lot of people in the park (it was nearly 10 p.m. after all), there weren’t too many cars around so the area wasn’t loud with the sounds of exhausts and engines, and it felt as if it was only you and rei in the world.

and on her special day, it was all she wanted. just you. no gift you give her can ever compare to your existence.

“not exactly. the owner is one of my friends from college! i couldn’t pass up the opportunity. i hope you loved it.” you smiled at her. the path was dim with only warm, decades-old street lamps igniting the way, but your smile managed to shine through. or maybe that was just rei looking at you with rose-colored sunglasses and hearts in her eyes. or you could just be that pretty.

yeah. you really were just that pretty.

“i always think that you couldn’t possibly make me fall for you even more but… i’m always proven wrong.” rei momentarily stops her tracks and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, making you blush. both at her words and how her fingertips brushed across your cheekbone.

“cornball,” you teased, earning a soft chuckle from your girlfriend. “i love you more everyday too, rei.” and it was the truth. whenever rei does anything, it warms your heart. you find that there is always a moment where you look at her and time slows down, giving you the opportunity to cherish just how much of a great girl you fell in love with. you knew that even the most expensive or heartfelt present wouldn’t show rei how much you truly loved her, you just hoped that your heart did.

(it did. and it was more than enough.)

she was only a few centimeters taller than you, but whenever you looked into her eyes with so much warmth, love, and devotion, rei always felt so small. but she was safe. and so she leaned in, eyes fluttering to a close just before your lips touched her own.

it was as sweet as the rest of the kisses you’ve had this day—soft, slow, and tastes like… raspberry? yes, rei made sure to wear your favorite lip balm on her because she knew how much you loved tasting it on her lips. perhaps a little too much. you wrapped a single arm around rei’s waist, pulling her in for a deeper kiss. she had her hands on your cheeks, savoring each and every second your lips moved in sync with hers.

before you knew it, you were feeling rei’s hands snake underneath your blouse, tugging on your bra from behind. the two of you just so happened to stop behind a large tree so this spectacle wasn’t really visible to anyone that might be in the park. and it was perfect considering rei had unbuttoned the three buttons on your blouse to attack your neck with kisses and bites. each time you whimpered, the more rei’s heart raced. neither of you have done anything like this before, it was both scary and exciting.

scary, because the two of you could get caught and that would be the most humiliating thing that would happen to either of you.

exciting, because rei has been gawking over the outfit you decided on for this day. the cute skirt, the blouse that a friend of yours tailored specifically for you, and all the jewelry rei bought for you in the past… it was the perfect outfit to ruin you in. rei had hoped she would tear off your clothes in your shared bedroom under the soft lighting of her favorite lampshade but the moonlight and the street lamp serve as a good enough alternative, she supposes.

“a-are you sure… this is the tim—ahh..!” rei found it adorable how you couldn’t even form proper sentences because of her. she nipped and sucked on your skin, making sure to leave hickies where she likes it most all while unclasping your bra from behind. eventually, your back was pressed up against the tree. you crane your neck just to give rei more space to leave her marks. and when she was done, she lifts your top up along with your bra, revealing your now bare breasts to her.

“i don’t think i tell you enough about how beautiful i find you.” rei licks her lips as you start grinding on the thigh she snuck in between your legs. it comforted her to know that you wanted this as much as she did at this time. rei briefly looks around, confirms that nobody had eyes on either of you, before leaning down to place wet kisses across your chest. her lips close around your nipple, making you clasp your hand over your mouth just to stop yourself from moaning out loud.

rei slides a hand underneath your skirt and feels up your soaked panties, gently rubbing circles around your sensitive clit and smiling at the way you’ve started to ride her thigh faster. poor thing, you were so desperate to be filled and used. but since this was rei’s special day, everything should happen on her terms. her eyes snap open when you let out a whine, staring at you as if she wanted to eat you whole while she swirled her tongue around your bud.

fuck, she was so pretty like this. you love her being sickeningly sweet like she always is but when she’s fucking you… rei was like a different person and you loved it.

your hands find their way in her hair and you pull her up for a kiss. at the same time, she pressed her thigh into your clit, making you whine and tug on her hair in a way that you know she loves. rei moans and gets lost in the taste of your lips, giving you the opportunity to unbutton her shirt and give your own eyes a treat. rei had been wearing the white lacy bra that you always loved to see on her. she knew the night was going to take this specific turn one way or the other, being the smartass that she was.

you were halfway through undoing her bra when she stopped you—gently taking your wrist and putting it back on her shoulder. “not so fast,” rei slips her hand inside your panties, pressing her middle finger down your clit. “you’ve already done so much for me today.” and then she was knuckles deep inside you, making you clutch her shirt and release the most beautiful moan rei’s ever heard.

rei fucks you slowly, ensuring that you feel every inch of her fingers inside your walls. and you didn’t complain—you couldn’t. rei watched silently as you freely whined, whimpered, and moaned in the air, feeling her own core buzzing just at the sight of your pretty face making all sorts of expressions for her. now she didn’t care that your volume increased by the minute. you were only loud because rei was fucking you so good, and there was nothing more that she loved than hearing how much she’s making you feel.

“so good… you always make me the happiest on this day, (y/n). and i don’t thank you enough,” rei presses her thumb down on your clit. you gasp sharply, throwing your head back and giving rei the full view of the work she did on your neck earlier. “tonight i get to return the favor.” rei closes her lips around your nipples again, sucking roughly and quickening her pace at the same time.

okay, now you had to really try and shut the fuck up.

forcing your eyes open, you looked down at rei again. her eyes were closed shut, and she was more focused in fucking you to oblivion than anything. the way she rubbed your clit at the same time she would plunge her fingers deep inside you didn’t help the situation that was building up in your stomach. you were afraid that you were going to end up screaming, but maybe that was what rei was working towards. “mmhng…!! m-mommy…! please…” you pulled rei impossibly closer to your chest, and she hums, quickly understanding what your pleading meant and fucked you faster. just how you liked it.

fuck, did that shuffling from behind the tree came from the leaves blowing with the wind or is it people? ah, who gives a fuck at this point… actually, you did. you threw a quick glance to the side and saw nothing but grass and empty benches. the two of you were completely alone. perfect.

briefly, you spotted rei slipping her one free hand underneath her own skirt, rubbing her cunt through your soaked panties and goodness, the things it did to you. “mommy—ahh..!—let me… let me, please. i need to taste y-you, please… i need you…” gosh, you were pathetic. you were practically riding on her fingers just to get yourself off faster. drooling like a rabid dog at the thought of getting to eat your girlfriend out at a place like this.

“behave, and maybe i’ll consider it.” rei says sternly, clearly put off with how you just disregarded what she said earlier. she was going to reward you for all the things you’ve done for her today. you should be grateful! and you really were. you proved that by nodding, shutting the fuck up, and letting rei do as she pleases.

“good kitty.” jesus christ.

“aww,” rei cooed, a genuine smile making its way onto her face when she saw how flustered you’ve gotten. whimpering and whining still but refusing to make eye contact. “don’t be shy, kitten.” you didn’t even have time to react to your favorite pet name before rei starts ramming her fingers inside you in a much more ruthless pace. you’ve already coated her fingers with so much of your slick, now she needs your cum.

“oh..! oh, s-shit…!” you hid your face in the crook of rei’s neck, shaking your head as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge. it all felt too good. now rei was giving your neck soft kisses, groaning softly as you dug your nails on her skin.

“fuck..! fuck, momm—” rei covers your mouth when she hears a couple of voices from behind the tree. you had to admit… that scary look in her eyes, silently telling you to not make a single sound, and the tight grip she had around your mouth only turned you on mouth. her hand was a bit damp from how she played with herself earlier and you only saw this as an opportunity to open your mouth as best as you could and start licking rei’s own wetness off her fingers.

rei was a bit taken aback by your sudden boldness, but she was really into it—allowing you to suck at her thumb. “mhm.. you’d really do anything for mommy, huh, kitty?” rei asked. and of course you reply with a nod. correct answer, now rei has you clenching your thighs around her wrist because she was that close to making you cum. rei relishes at the sight of your chest heaving up and down faster and faster the closer you get to your climax, how you start holding on to her a bit tighter, and of course… how much you were grinding on her hand just to feel her palm press against your clit.

rei curls her fingers inside you at the same time her palm brushes against your sensitive bud, making that knot inside your stomach finally break. you came with a squeak, thighs shaking and eyes teary. rei bites her lips as she watches you, wanting nothing more than that obedient little mouth of yours on her throbbing pussy. you were slow to come down from your high, given that it had been a good few days since you’ve last had sex with rei due to your busy schedules and the fact that she just fucked you that good, but rei was patient!

she waited until you were breathing properly to slowly pull out, giggling at how you’ve drenched her hand with your cum. “s-sorry. i…” you blushed. even you didn’t expect to cum that much!

“it’s okay, baby. i got it.” rei says. you really, really tried to look unaffected when she started sucking on her fingers to clean up your mess, but she looked too hot. and rei absolutely knew what this did to you! looking directly at you, while she licked the remains of your cum off her fingers, smirking when she feels you clench on her thighs.

“come on now. if i remember correctly, you wanted to do something for me.” rei doesn’t let either of you get straightened out properly, dragging you towards your car in the parking lot with your tits out for the entire world to see. fortunately enough, the world was asleep.

soon enough, rei was settled in your backseat. her back pressed against the other door while she pulls your face towards her now bare cunt with her legs that she’d put on top of your shoulders. god, she was drenched. you had no idea that fucking you made her like this. if you’d known that this happened every time she fucked you, your nights together would’ve been much, much longer.

“be a good kitten, now. make mommy pro—ohh…” rei grabs a fistful of your hair when you cut her off with a single swipe of your tongue up her lips. you couldn’t help it. this was the one time she was going to let you get away with shit like that since she was so in love with that clouded look in your eyes. rei wasn’t even kidding when she says that you look like an animal right now.

you started working your mouth on her cunt, holding her thighs and keeping them apart. you moaned at how good rei tasted—even after having done this about a hundred times before, you still act as if it’s the first and only time you’re going to eat her out. you flicked her clit with your tongue, earning a moan so satisfying to your ears that you had to close your legs just to try and ignore that feeling in your core once again.

“good..! g-good girl… oh, please..!” each time you close your lips around her clit, rei gasps. she’d buck her hips upward just to have some more of you. you quite liked the feeling of her tugging on your hair and digging her nails in your scalp… as much as it hurt and made you hiss occasionally, the slight pain only turned you on. it meant that you were doing very well for your mommy, after all! what’s not to like?

rei never knew how you could keep your eyes completely open every time you ate her out. sometimes it made her feel self-conscious because of all the faces she could be making but you were just so pretty peering up at her with those shining eyes of yours, practically begging for praise or at the very least, head pats.

“you’re d-doing so well, baby… mhmn..! making m-me feel so good like this.. ah! beats every present you’ve ever gotten me… now, more…” rei closes her thighs around your head, locking you in place. you were in no position to refuse—not like you wanted to anyway. you dipped your tongue inside rei’s cunt and she let out a loud moan that turned you on enough to keep going, holding onto her thighs so tightly that you might actually leave nail marks on her skin.

“i’m cumming, love…! c-cumming..! oh my god…” it takes another suck at her clit for her to start tapping out, but rei was already cumming all over your face by then. head thrown all the way back as she made a mess on you, her grip on your hair slowly loosening up as her breathing slowed. you lapped her up like the diligent pet that you were, ensuring that you wouldn’t waste a single drop of her cum.

once you were finished, you rose up. you looked more of a mess than rei was what with your hair sticking to your face because of both sweat and rei’s cum. rei laughs at your funny state and reaches out, fixing your hair and wiping your mouth with tissues. she looks at you with pure adoration as you helped her clean up, wiping her thighs clean and gently applying ointment on the marks you’ve left her.

(yes you had emergency ointments in the car for these kinds of situations! totally normal.)

“thank you, (y/n). for everything.” rei takes your face in her hands, squishing your cheeks lightly before kissing your nose. oh, she has no idea how thankful you were of her just existing. today may be her birthday, but it felt like yours too. after all, what’s a greater gift than having someone so amazing as naoi rei as your sweet lover?

“i love you a lot, rei.” you said with that blinding smile of yours rei always adored.

“i love you more, pretty,” rei kisses your nose again. she feels like she’ll be doing that a lot tonight, or forever, rather. “and when we get home, i’ll show you just how much.”

seriously, which one of you was having the birthday again?

[pumpkin-bats]

Bitter and Sweet - Mihawk x Reader

a/n: Genuinely was expecting Buggy to win over Mihawk, but the poll has decided! I hope you all enjoy!

summary: You happened to wake up before him and decided to make breakfast for you both.

contains: sfw topics, brief mention of potentially more intimate relationship, gender neutral terms for reader, fluff.

wc: 900 +

You couldn't shake the sensation of eyes trailing after your every movement as you drifted about the kitchen. The attention sat so heavily on your shoulders that, at least twice, you nearly burnt your hand trying to make a pot of coffee. Even the briefest glance over your shoulder was met with a swirling gold, urging you to hastily look away or else you’d be pinned in place.

It wasn't uncomfortable or violating in any way. You knew what it felt like when those eyes held suggestive intentions and this wasn't it. Although, whatever this was didn’t make it any less overwhelming.

There was... something more to it.

Mihawk habitually made breakfast for the both of you every morning. As far as you knew, the main reason he did it was because you had a bad habit of waking up late. He surprised you the first time with a full breakfast spread and the tradition stuck. You were grateful, but at the same time you’d felt guilty for receiving so much from him all the time.

So, on the one day you managed to wake up before him, you decided to take care of breakfast instead. This way you could return at least a little bit of the effort he put in for you every morning. And if you could get a surprised reaction out of him, it would set your day on a really cheery path that was worth the dishes you’d have to clean up shortly after.

Breakfast wasn’t anything too complicated. A simple plate of eggs and bacon with a cup of straight, black coffee for him and something similar for you. You figured a red wine enjoyer like Mihawk would be the type to want a bit of cream or sugar in his coffee, but you've never seen him add anything to it before. And the one taste he let you have a while ago proved to be quite the bitter concoction.

Once everything was all set you turned to face him, armed with the meal, and immediately faltered in your steps.

Mihawk sat at his usual spot, legs crossed and chin perched atop his hands from where his elbows rested against the table. Without his hat, there were no shadows being cast over his eyes and you were able to get a clear view of his face. But the way he looked up at you in that moment felt like staring at two beads of golden light gleaming from the darkness. 

There's a deep intensity in that gaze, made even worse by the way he's posed. Nothing about it was sexual, but your heart hiccuped on a beat regardless. This wasn’t exactly the ‘surprised’ reaction you were looking for.

It took a second to force yourself to move, clearing your throat as you step forward, setting his plate and mug in front of him.

"Breakfast is ready." Your voice trembled minutely from nerves as you got your own plate and sat down across from him.

You sink the prongs of your fork into the eggs. You were actually pretty proud of how they turned out, expecting them to taste blander than they did. After the first bite was halfway chewed, you glanced up at Mihawk. He hadn't made much of a move, still staring intently at you which made a wave of anxiety bubble up your chest.

"What? What is it?" You put your fork down to face him head on with your full attention. "Why are you staring at me?"

"You made breakfast," he stated plainly. You'd be confused, even irritated, if not for the way that sentence seemed to be charged with something deep enough to be felt in your gut.

"I... did. Is that bad?" you asked, raising a brow at him.

He shook his head and finally moved from his poised position. Mihawk leaned against the backrest of his chair, picking up his utensils to cut into the eggs.

"Not at all. It’s quite sweet of you," he said, pausing to savor the bite he took. "Delicious."

You refused to acknowledge the way your face burned at his words. Instead, you returned your focus to your own plate, eating a bit more yourself before the butterflies starting to take flight in your stomach got too distracting.

"Not- not really… You always make breakfast for me. I just figured that I'd do it for you for once, since I was awake earlier and had the chance to," you explained, though it sounded more like rambling as you fought to keep your eyes away from him.

Your attempt failed at the sound of a soft hum, chancing a glance up at him.

"You, who cherishes your mornings, took the time to make this for me.” As he spoke, he brought the coffee you made him up to his lips. “I'll admit, I was quite enchanted watching you. So much grace in even the simplest movements. And with the way that little curl at the back of your head is sitting, it looks like you didn't even take much time for yourself before doing this."

He looked at you from over the rim of his mug, taking a slow, measured sip.

"How sweet you are to me, indeed."

You were lucky that you'd already swallowed the bite you took or you'd be choking on it right now. There was no added smile, just one last, lingering gaze before he took another sip of coffee and continued to eat his breakfast.

The effort it took you to return to your breakfast, with the way you knew your face was painted a deep scarlett, was monumental. You swallowed thickly and momentarily wondered if you'd even be able to finish eating after that.

[impala-dreamer]

Stay With Me

A Supernatural Story

~Dean is into his second bottle of whiskey, desperate to drive his problems away. But he knows deep down, the booze isn't what he truly needs...~

Dean Winchester x F!Reader

1,390 Words

Warnings: Bittersweet Angst

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In one fluid motion, he cracked the seal on the new bottle of whiskey and plopped back down into his chair. The old seat groaned and the wheels rolled back a bit, sliding with the force of his weight over the polished floor.

Dean poured himself another healthy shot and stared down into the glass, enjoying how the light from the glowing table beneath set the crystal aflame. His lips turned in a half smile and he sighed.

“If you hold it up to the light at the right angle, you can see a rainbow.”

Y/N’s voice hit his ear and he lifted the glass to his lips, smiling even wider as she came into view.

Dressed in his old green flannel and seemingly nothing else, she leaned against the archway, arms and bare ankles crossed. He looked up and licked a drop of drink from his lips, savoring the taste and the way she looked. Her hair was a beautiful mess, the day’s makeup smudged around her eyes like she had meant it to look that way. Her mouth still held a faint stain from her faded lipstick and she pouted as he stared, driving his mind towards unholy thoughts.

“Rough day?” she asked, pushing off the tiles to walk slowly towards him.

“You should know,” he sighed around the rim of the tumbler. “You were with me.”

Y/N nodded and pulled out the chair across from him. “True.”

He eyed her over the glass, loving the way she sat down so delicately only to slump against the back of the chair. She leaned back and kicked her feet up onto the map, toes casting a shadow over Brazil.

“But really, it wasn’t that bad,” she teased. “Not bad enough for a second bottle of bourbon, anyway.”

“It’s whiskey,” he corrected.

She shrugged. “Same thing.”

Dean shook his head and set the glass down, fingers lingering on the sharp edges of the design. “Not true. Bourbon is always whiskey, but whiskey ain’t always bourbon. This is just straight up, get ya drunk, forget your life for a few hours whiskey.”

She knocked her feet off the table and turned to face him head on. “And why would you want to forget your life, Mr. Winchester? What’s so horrible lately that you’d want it to go away?”

He laughed sadly, bowing his head, avoiding her eyes. “Oh, you know me. Just being overdramatic.”

Y/N leaned forward and set her clasped hands in front of her. The ring he’d given her glinted in the warm golden light from below and Dean’s gaze was locked on the antique silver and brilliant red stone.

He remembered when they saw it in that little shop outside Paramus. The old hippie behind the counter told them that carnelian was special, used for protection and to ward off evil spirits. Y/N had laughed so brilliantly when she heard that, rolling her eyes at the thought of a cheap little ring keeping the demons away. Her smile had been so beautiful that Dean doubled back later that day and purchased the ring for her.

She never took it off.

“Dean Winchester, you are never overdramatic,” she asserted. “Medium dramatic, sure. A little crazy sometimes? We all are. But never overdramatic. Under dramatic if anything.”

She winked and Dean’s shoulders relaxed, his heart melting for her like it did every time she was close by. He was quiet for a long moment, just studying her face. Memorizing the way the lights and shadows played on her cheeks, the unique line of her nose, the fan of lashes curved over her pretty eyes. She was engraved in his mind, her face always hiding just behind his closed eyes.

“Under dramatic, huh?” He took a sip and let the whiskey burn his tongue a bit before swallowing. His mouth was mostly numb by now, but the little bit at the roof of his mouth still felt and that feeling needed to be punished.

“You know I’m right,” she grinned and sat back. “I always am.”

Dean chuckled and drained the glass. “Sure are.”

It was an old joke between them. She was always right no matter the situation, no matter the topic being discussed. The unwritten rule was that even when wrong, Y/N was always right. She also seemed to win every single competition and argument. A smile could get her out of trouble, a pout would break him enough to roll over and let her win. Every single time.

“You’re damned right, Winchester. I’m always right.” She dipped her chin and stared at him, gorgeous eyes peeling back the mask he so often hid behind. “So, spill. What’s wrong?”

Dean licked his lips and tried to look away. “I’m fine.”

She clicked her tongue. “Bull. What’s going on?”

Again, he tried to tear his eyes away, but he was locked in her gaze, trapped by her voice. “Nothing.”

With a huff, she stood up and kicked the chair away with her right foot. It coasted across the floor until it hit the wall and spun around on itself.

Slowly, she walked around the table and perched on the edge next to him. He closed his eyes for a second, breathing in the sweet smell of her. Faint coconut and something sugary filled his senses and Dean leaned back with a squeak of antique coils.

Y/N reached for his glass and Dean watched as she lifted it to her lips, held her breath, took a long sip. She shivered as it burned down her throat and coughed gently.

“This is terrible,” she laughed, setting the tumblr back down.

He nodded. “It’s not great.”

“So, what’s got you trying to kill your liver with the worst fucking whiskey I’ve ever tasted?”

She wiggled a bit to get more comfortable, spreading her knees just enough to touch his leg with her toes. He melted into the touch and fought back a fresh wave of tears.

He knew she wouldn’t let it go until he confessed, knew she’d keep on teasing and prodding until he gave her what she wanted. But he couldn’t say it aloud, couldn’t let the words leave his head and fly out into the world.

If he did, she would leave.

He needed her there, just for a little while longer.

Needed to smell her coconut lotion, feel her toes on his thigh, see her sweet smile. He needed to hear her say his name in that sweet, secret tone she only used with him.

A single tear slipped through his defenses, sliding carelessly down his cheek.

Y/N gasped under her breath and reached for it, wiping the wet away with the soft pad of her thumb. “Oh, baby… it’s ok.”

Before she could pull away, Dean grabbed her wrist. He wrapped his fingers tight around her arm and held her there, letting her heat fill his mind, soothe the pain.

“It’s not OK, Y/N/N,” he whispered. He closed his eyes and took a breath, one last drink of her air, her being. “I- I don’t want you to go.”

She leaned forward, dropped a kiss to the top of his head. “I have to, Dean. You know that.”

Drunken tears flowed freely; his throat closed tight. “Please,” he begged, close to choking on his grief. “Stay with me. Just a little bit longer…”

Y/N sighed and slid down off of the table, her hand still locked in his. “I’m sorry, baby. I have to go.” She chewed her lip and smiled softly. “But I’ll always be with you. I promise.”

Green eyes rose to her face. She was haloed in something brighter than the Bunker’s lights, something sacred, some glow cast down from Heaven.

“Please… Stay with me.”

Her image began to fade but her smile never did.

Dean closed his eyes, kissed her hand, whispered her name into the empty room.

She was gone again, drawn back into his memory, a ghost only in his whiskey addled mind.

He knew she wasn’t really there when she appeared- he’d set the pyre ablaze himself. But still, whenever he met the bottom of a bottle, he’d dream her up and feel her spirit around him. Nights like these he wondered if maybe, if somehow… she had stayed with him.

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[skibasyndrome]

💜 wilmon;

"Wille, put me down!"

I'd like to consider this part of the same universe as this snippet, a universe in which they've been best friends for years

"Wille, put me down!" It's between giggles that Simon, entirely unconvincingly and unseriously, protests against the firm grip Wille has around his middle. He wouldn't dream of telling his friend that, but he loves when Wille gets like this, when he's having so much fun that he forgets all about this air of reservation that has been so present with him lately. When he acts silly and laughs so loudly that Sara, sitting in the shade on her beach towel, rolls her eyes and turns the music in her headphones louder. When the joyous, reckless Wille that Simon knows and loves comes out for once, the one that's been making less and less of an appearance over the past two years. Simon misses that loud and adorably obnoxious kid that always wore his heart on his sleeve. So he savors every little moment that he still gets of Wille exuding joy and laughter like no one's watching. "Never," Wille tells him and with exaggerated exertion heaves Simon off the ground before making his way over the wooden planks towards the end of the dock. Simon could fight him, he knows, but he's busy laughing and kicking and listening to Wille's put on labored breathing - ever since his last growth spurt he's been annoying Simon to no end with the comments about easily being able to lift him, and Simon knows he's right, so he knows he's faking every single strained groan.

Wille's arms are warm and solid where they press into Simon's sides, and Simon can't remember the last time being close like this came so effortlessly, just... happened without any hesitation. It's probably been months, and up till now he assumed Wille must've grown out of that need to touch Simon that seemed to define the early years of their friendship. He's kind of glad that he was wrong about that. Simon feels so warm where Wille is touching him, feels a little bit fuzzy in his chest at having Wille close like this, but he chalks it up to him having missed this, so fucking much. When Wille goes to drop him off at the end of the dock, however, Simon quickly goes from endeared to mildly terrified. He instantly tightens his arms around Wille's back, desperately tries to immobilize him by crossing his ankles behind one of Wille's legs. And for a second it works. Wille stops dead in his tracks, quiets down, lets out a quick, ragged breath that rushes past Simon's ear, doesn't untangle his arms from around Simon. But before Simon can celebrate this small triumph, Wille is already leaping forward, launching both of them, bodies still entangled, into the lake together. The cold water is a shock against Simon's sun-warmed skin, and Wille's hands leaving him as soon as they go under doesn't help, either. Simon swims back up, sputtering once he's above water again. A second later, Wille resurfaces right in front of him. Despite the cool water, his cheeks are still a little flushed. And it's that sight of Wille, so playful and fun and carefree and flustered and smiling that brings a small thought to the forefront of Simon's mind, one that he hasn't noticed before, not consciously, but one that doesn't feel new per se. Wille is pretty, he thinks, god, Wille is so pretty. His brown eyes, his crooked smile, his button nose, the freckle at his cupid's bow. It makes sense, Wille being pretty, so much fucking sense, Simon is almost surprised it never hit him quite like this. Wille has noticed him staring, has noticed how quiet he has gone, and the pretty smile that Simon likes so much and never wants to see leave Wille's face wavers. Without thinking about it, Simon reaches out his hand and carefully, gently, like he could ruin this once and for all if he startles Wille, he tucks a wet strand of hair that has fallen into Wille's face behind his ear. Without thinking about it, or even understanding what he's doing, he swims closer, ends up in front of Wille and, because he can't help himself, not when Wille is looking at him with big, wondering eyes, he leans in and presses a soft peck against those pretty, pretty, pretty lips.

dsalghfjdhglkdfg THEM!!!!! hello and thank you so much for the lovely, lovely prompt, dear anon, what a fun one it was!!! 💜💜💜

Send me "Wilmon" + a sentence and I'll write you 5(+) more

[yoyomomiko]

BITE INTO ME

Pairings: Vampire!Feitan x F!reader

Summary: Feitan is usually under control, but ever since you joined the Phantom Troupe, he can't help but admire your blood each time it spills in battle. He simply wants a taste, always gazing at you with that look in his eyes that make your knees buckle. Just what happens when he catches you injured and vulnerable?

Warnings: BLOOD; wounds; slight gore (not really), MARKING; biting, CURSING, fighting, A BIT SUGGESTIVE but not really, Feitan's a little bitch, NOT PROOFREAD; might contain grammar mistakes, English is NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!!

(A/N): THIS WAS MY FAVOURITE FIC FROM MY HALLOWEEN SPECIAL AND I WAS WAITING TO WRITE THIS FOR SOOO LONG!! It honestly came out really good and this took me so long to write, but it was all worth it! -> halloween m.list

"Shit!" The word tore out of your mouth as you crashed down onto the cold and hard concrete. The impact shot blinding pain through your knees, your palms scraped against the rough ground, gravel scratching your skin as you caught yourself, fingers trembling.

You forced yourself to look up, breath ragged as you focused on the man in front of you, your target. He stood tall, his smirk barely hidden by his bloodstained lips. You could feel your heartbeat increasing, thudding in your ears, the harsh sting in your legs reminding you that you miscalculated and let your guard down at the wrong second.

Your mission, assigned by Chrollo, felt heavier than ever. And failure... Well, that wasn't an option.

You were new to the Phantom Troupe, fresh blood among a league of killers more ruthless and skilled than you could hope to be yet. The others were more used to pain, masters at controlling their suffering, all while you still feel every sting, every break in your body with too much clarity.

Your hand pressed over a gash on your arm, the sticky warmth of blood spreading over your palm. Even with a small amount of light, the red caught Feitan's gaze instantly. He stood nearby, his eyes fixed on the crimson streak trailing down your arm, and for a moment, he didn't look like your ally anymore, barely holding himself back.

"Get up." He murmured, voice low and almost irritated, yet his gaze remained glued to the blood. Despite the pain in your body, you could feel a chill run down your spine that had nothing to do with the target.

He stepped closer, almost too close. You could feel his gaze on you as you forced yourself to your feet, your knees throbbing and your arm slick with fresh blood. Feitan's eyes hadn't moved from you as the sting of your injuries were slowly fading.

The target lunged toward you again, throwing a punch with enough force to send you crashing back. Feitan moved in a blur, his hand grabbing the man's wrist with bone-crushing strength. His eyes widened in panic as he struggled, but it was far too late. Feitan twisted the man's arm with a snap, the sound making you sick as the target screamed in agony, all while listening to Feitan's degrading words.

Feitan shoved the man to the floor, glancing back at you, his eyes proving he was enjoying every second of this, savoring the moment.

Fueled by pain and anger, you stepped forward, fists clenched. You needed to prove you could handle this. Ignoring the pulsing ache in your legs, you moved quickly, catching the target off guard as he tried to recover from his broken arm and Feitan's brutal grip.

You drove your heel into his stomach, knocking the air out of him as he gasped. Feitan glanced at you with something that almost looked like approval.

Feitan, however, was far from finished. He crouched down in front of the gasping man, pulling out his thin sword with an unsettling smile on his face.

The target stuttered, but before he could get a word out, Feitan slashed a clean line across his chest, a slow cut that made the man yell out due to the horrifying pain. Feitan glanced at you, as if inviting you to finish it.

Gathering your strength, you gave a nod, stepping forward and delivering the final strike, driving your weapon down as the target's body went limp.

It was over, no other sound other than the slow drip of blood on the concrete.

You exhaled, the ache of your injuries coming back. Feitan's gaze was still on you, and this time, it trailed from the blood smearing on your hand to your bloodstained clothes.

"Not bad. Did good." He muttered, voice barely above a whisper. For a moment, you could almost feel the intensity of his gaze, as if the battle wasn't quite over yet, at least not for him.

"Thanks..." You huffed out, chest heaving up and down as you struggled to control your breath. You noticed Feitan's fangs peeking from behind his lips as his head was raised up, finally showing his full face.

"Be careful." His tone went softer, but it felt more like a warning than advice, as if he's reminding himself to stay in control.

...

...

...

You could sense Feitan's gaze burning through you, watching you closely. Little did you know, his control seemed to falter each time he saw blood. To be more specific, your blood.

Lately, he's been making up excuses to stand closer to you, or get into a mission along with you. His eyes betray every struggle to maintain his restraint, to hold back his thirst for just a taste. He always creeps up behind you, staring at you with piercing eyes.

You were wondering if it's because he hated you.

But that was not the case, no, not at all.

You accidentally cut your finger by accident due to playing around with your weapon. It wasn't anything serious by all means, but it was enough to draw blood. You thought you were alone, until you felt a familiar presence behind you, a shadow towering over you.

"Do you need anything?" You asked in a hushed tone, gently licking the blood from your finger, just to ease the sting up a bit. That didn't go unnoticed by Feitan.

"Just wanted to check." He replied, seeming unbothered. Truth is, he wanted to leap forward and bite into your neck, just to taste your blood, wich only seemed to cloud his mind each passing second.

Feitan's curiosity about you clearly grew, and he can no longer disguise the fact that he's drawn to you not just as a fellow fighter, but something more primal. His stare feels more intense, his presence darker. You caught him staring at you countless times, eyeing you from bottom to top.

"Check what?" You asked, titling your head to the side. Feitan thought you were teasing him, somehow always ending up full of blood and panting. It was as if you wanted him to just lick away at your wounds.

"Your cut. Let me see." He answered, grabbing your wrist and inspecting the way red seeped out of your small wound over your finger.

He gently brushed his finger over your injury, but it was for sure an accident as he got some of the blood on his own fingertips.

Feitan released your hand, letting it fall down slowly as you stared up at him, eyelashes kissing your cheeks each time you blinked, only provoking Feitan further.

He let out a silent groan, turning around and taking a quick glance at you, before exiting the room, leaving you dumbfounded.

What you didn't know, is that the moment Feitan was out of your sight, he began licking away the few drops of blood that smeared on his finger, the taste only feeding onto his desire and need for more.

...

...

...

You panted, pressing your hand over the harsh wound on your shoulder, sticky warm blood smearing everywhere. You were gravely injured, already completely vulnerable.

The rest of the Phantom Troupe were fighting against a rival gang, but the moment you got this badly wounded, you fled and found a hiding spot. You felt pathetic, as if you were betraying them by acting this weak, running away from battle.

One of the men from the rival gang got to you, the impact shooting a blinding pain through your whole arm. That sharp, jolting ache left you momentarily dazed, before you went into 'fight or flight' mode, and completely ran away.

Tears were threatening your eyes, not because of the burning agony you felt in your injuries, but because you were ashamed for what you've done.

Just then you heard footsteps, panic racing through your veins, your heartbeat increasing once more. You weren't sure if you were ready to fight, you were too vulnerable right now.

Feitan, shit, it was only Feitan.

Feitan had found you before the others, his eyes holding a dark edge to it. A glint that hinted he was savoring every second of watching you like this. You can feel the intensity of his struggle, the barely contained thirst as he kneels in front of you, one hand moving to steady you while the other traces a line close to your wound.

He hesitated, clenching his fists and trying to force them away from you, but he just couldn't.

"Just a taste?" He asked, voice low and hushed. It wasn't a question for your permission but of how much he can restrain himself.

You feel his cold fingers tilt your chin, his lips brushing dangerously close to your skin. His other hand hovered over your wound, his fingers ghosting across the torn fabric and the warmth of blood beneath.

His eyes flicked back to yours, enjoying your vulnerability, the quiet hitch in your breath as he leaned in closer. You swallowed, heart pounding as he watched you carefully, his lips tugging upwards in a dark and twisted smile, as if tormenting you.

He gripped your hand, the hand that you held over the bleeding gash in your shoulder. He took your hand off of where you were hiding your precious blood, gently placing it in your lap. The red slicked down your arm as you let out a hiss, the cold air hitting your open wound.

"Scared?" He asked, voice dropping to a whisper, taunting blended with something deeper, something dangerous.

Before you could answer, he closed the distance between you, his lips brushing the edge of your wound, so light you almost couldn't feel it. You held your breath, a stinging feeling in your chest.

All of the sudden, he pressed his fangs down. A sharp, electric pain mixed with something you couldn't quite name as his mouth touched your skin, savoring that first taste of blood.

Your breath hitched, and for a split second, the world faded, every surrounding disappearing as it was just you and him. From the firm press of his hands, to the cold touch of his fingers against your jaw, and the strange warmth of his mouth tracing the wound with a hunger that made your pulse race.

He pulled away slightly, only to dig his sharp teeth into your exposed skin, making you bleed as he drew more blood, tasting you completely, smearing the crimson on your clean skin. You let out a groan as he left a mark, licking away at the seeping red.

It was like every instinct you had was screaming at you to pull away, to move, to protect yourself. But something in his gaze held you frozen.

He drew back slightly, his lips stained faintly red as he looked down at you. His fingers traced down your jawline, gently brushing over your pulse as if feeling the rapid beat there.

"Weak." He murmured, almost a mockery, yet his grip on you was steady, gentle and careful.

You wanted to snap back, to defend yourself, but the pain and the fear left you speechless. A part of you knew you should've been scared, should've wanted to push him away. But he could easily overpower you, his eyes flaming as he studied you like you were fragile, something to be toyed with.

"Next time..." He whispered, lips close to your ear.

"Don't hide." He warned, letting his words sink in. With that, he released you, leaving you to steady yourself as he rose to his feet, his gaze still holding that twisted satisfaction.

Without another word, he turned around and walked away, the faintest hint of your blood smeared on his lips as he disappeared back into the battle, leaving you shaking and breathless, unable to decide if what you felt was fear, or something else entirely.

★yoyomiko ★miko

[valiwrites]

okay i love your writing sm. anything for joão felix pls 😫😫😫 bro i swr i’ve actually read every single thing for him that there is ur my last hope. okay hmm joão coming home late from practice and he comes back with flowers?

omg thank you sm for liking my stories 💕

BRINGING YOU FLOWERS

pairing: joao felix x reader

type: fluff

warnings: none only kissing

MASTERLIST

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The front door opened with a soft creak, breaking the quiet that had settled over the apartment. You looked up from your spot on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket, as Joao stepped inside, looking a bit worn but bringing warmth into the room.

“Hey, babe,” he murmured, his face lighting up when he saw you.

You smiled, but your eyes quickly fell on the colorful bouquet he held—a mix of roses and wildflowers, still fresh with little drops of evening dew. He walked over and knelt in front of you, the softest look in his eyes.

“Joao,” you said, voice soft with surprise. “What’s all this?”

He gave a little shrug, suddenly looking bashful as he handed you the bouquet. “Just… wanted to surprise you, princesa. I know I’ve been gone a lot lately, and I missed you today. Thought I’d bring you something nice.”

You reached out, taking the flowers with a huge smile, the vibrant colors and soft scent filling the space between you. Your fingers brushed his as you took them, and for a second, neither of you moved.

“They’re beautiful,” you said, grinning as you brought the bouquet close to your face to breathe in the sweet fragrance. “Thank you, amor.”

Joao’s lips curved up in a soft smile, and he reached up, brushing a stray piece of hair back from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek. “Anything for you. You know that, right?”

You nodded, feeling your heart swell at the way he looked at you. “I do. But, Joao… you don’t have to bring me flowers just because you’re busy with practice. I get it.”

He took a deep breath, a soft chuckle escaping him as he looked down for a moment, almost as if gathering his thoughts. “I know, but… I don’t know,” he said, looking back at you with that shy but determined look. “I just want you to feel special. You mean a lot to me, meu amor.” (my love)

Before you could say anything, he leaned forward, closing the distance between you and pressing his lips to yours in a gentle, lingering kiss. His hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin as his lips stayed warm and firm against yours. It was a kiss that made you feel wrapped up in him, like every part of him was focused on being right there with you, like he wanted to tell you everything he felt without saying a word.

You melted into him, letting the warmth of his touch sink in as your hand found its way to his shoulder, holding him close. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed, as if he was savoring the moment.

“Meu coração,” he murmured, voice soft and almost shy. “I’d bring you flowers every day if it meant seeing you smile like that.” (my heart)

You laughed a little, pulling him in for a hug, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he held you close. “You don’t have to. Just…you being here is more than enough, Joao.”

He hugged you tighter, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “I’m right here. Always.”

You stayed there together, wrapped up in his arms, feeling his heartbeat against yours as the world outside faded away. It was a quiet moment, but in his embrace, with the scent of flowers filling the room, you knew there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

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[nickeverdeen]

Hi! Can I request for Viktor Hargreeves x reader fic? Sorry I'm bad at requests.

Reader is basically his girlfriend that's much younger than him (not a minor just like 21 or something like it) and it's set in S4 a few months before the first episode and he's been dating reader for a while but she's still a virgin bc she's so young and he's already had full top and bottom surgery and everything with hormones and has experience sleeping with women as a trans man with bottom surgery and anyways they decide to sleep together and he's her first.

Also full set oral fem receiving, oral m receiving and PiV+soft dom!Viktor.

First Times and Forever | Viktor Hargreeves x Virgin fem!reader

Summary: In the comfort of their shared space, Viktor and his much younger girlfriend decide to take their relationship to the next level. Set a few months before the events of Season 4, this night is filled with love, trust, and the shared experience of something new

Warnings: Basic mlw smut

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The dim light of the late afternoon filtered through the curtains of Viktor’s apartment, casting a warm, golden hue over everything. You sat curled up on the couch, a book in your lap, though you weren’t reading. Your eyes kept drifting over to where Viktor was working at his desk, his face lit up by the soft glow of his laptop screen.

Viktor had always been your safe place, your calm in the storm that was life. And now, as your relationship deepened, you found yourself wanting to share everything with him, including parts of yourself you had never shared with anyone before.

He must have felt your gaze because he turned to look at you, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. “You’ve been staring for a while,” he said gently, closing his laptop and walking over to join you on the couch.

You blushed, caught in the act. “Sorry… just thinking.”

Viktor sat beside you, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “What about?”

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. This was a conversation you had been thinking about for weeks, but now that it was here, the words felt heavy on your tongue. “Us. And… taking the next step.”

Viktor’s expression softened, and he gently took your hand in his. “There’s no rush, you know. We can go at your pace, whatever that may be.”

His words were reassuring, just like always, but you knew he could sense the nervous energy radiating off you. You nodded, squeezing his hand. “I know. It’s just… I’m ready. I want to be with you in every way.”

Viktor’s thumb traced soothing circles on the back of your hand. He could see the sincerity in your eyes, the trust you were placing in him, and it made his heart swell with love for you. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice soft but firm, wanting to ensure that this was truly what you wanted.

You took a deep breath and nodded again, more confidently this time. “Yes. I’m sure.”

Viktor’s smile was tender as he leaned in to kiss you, his lips warm and reassuring against yours. You melted into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled you closer. The kiss deepened, slow and passionate, as if Viktor was savoring every moment.

Viktor’s smile widened at your words, and he kissed you again, this time with a bit more urgency. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, the heat between you growing stronger with each passing second. You responded eagerly, your hands slipping under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.

Viktor let out a soft groan at your touch, and you felt a thrill of excitement at the sound. You had never been this close to anyone before, and the fact that it was Viktor made it all the more special. You wanted to give yourself to him completely, to share every part of yourself with the man you loved.

When Viktor’s hands began to slide up your sides, lifting your shirt in the process, you didn’t hesitate to let him. The fabric was quickly discarded, leaving you exposed in a way that was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. But Viktor’s eyes were filled with nothing but love and admiration as he looked at you, making you feel beautiful and cherished.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

You blushed under his gaze, but you didn’t shy away. Instead, you reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Your breath caught in your throat as you took in the sight of him, the smooth planes of his chest, the scars from his past barely visible but still there, reminders of the journey he had been on to become the man he was today.

Viktor watched you carefully as you reached out to touch him, your fingers tracing the lines of his scars, feeling the history etched into his skin. He didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away—he simply let you explore, his gaze never leaving yours.

“I love you,” you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

“I love you too,” Viktor replied, his voice just as soft. “More than anything.”

He leaned in to kiss you again, and this time, there was a hunger in the way his lips moved against yours, a desire that matched your own. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of you as if he were memorizing the feel of your skin under his fingertips.

The two of you moved in sync, your bodies pressing closer together as the heat between you grew more intense. Viktor’s hands slipped under the waistband of your pants, and you shivered as he slowly began to undress you, his movements gentle and deliberate.

Piece by piece, your clothes were removed, until you were left in just your underwear. Viktor’s eyes darkened with desire as he looked at you, but there was still a softness to his gaze, a tenderness that made your heart swell.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

You blushed under his gaze, feeling both vulnerable and empowered at the same time. You had never felt this exposed in front of anyone before, but with Viktor, it felt right. You trusted him completely, and you knew that he would take care of you, that he would make this experience something you would cherish forever.

Viktor’s hands were steady as he reached behind you, unclasping your bra and letting it fall to the floor. His eyes never left yours as he slowly removed your panties, his touch gentle and reverent.

When you were finally laid bare before him, Viktor took a moment to just look at you, his gaze filled with admiration and love. “You’re perfect,” he whispered again, his voice thick with emotion.

You reached up to him, your hands trembling slightly as you helped him out of his own clothes. Viktor’s body was lean and strong, every line of him familiar yet new in this intimate setting. He had shared so much of his journey with you, and now, here you were, sharing in a new experience together.

Viktor lowered himself beside you on the bed, his hand gently caressing your cheek before trailing down your body. The touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as he explored every inch of you, learning what made you sigh, what made you gasp.

When his lips found your breast, you arched into him, the sensation overwhelming in the best way. Viktor took his time, worshipping your body with his mouth and hands, his touch both gentle and commanding. He paid careful attention to every sound you made, adjusting his movements to bring you the most pleasure.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his breath warm against your skin.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of nerves and pleasure. “More than okay.”

Viktor smiled against your skin before continuing his journey down your body, kissing and teasing until he reached your core. Your breath hitched, a wave of nerves washing over you, but Viktor looked up at you with such love and care that all your worries melted away.

“You’re safe with me,” he murmured, and with that, he dipped his head, his mouth finding you in a way that made stars burst behind your eyes.

You had never felt anything like this before, the combination of his expert touch and the love you felt for him sending you into a spiral of pleasure. Viktor was patient, taking his time as he learned what made your body sing, his tongue working in ways that had you gripping the sheets, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

As the tension in your body built, you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of something incredible, but just as you were about to fall over that edge, Viktor pulled back, his breath warm against your thigh as he kissed his way back up your body.

Your body trembled with need, and you reached for him, pulling him closer. “Viktor, please…”

He smiled softly, kissing you deeply as he positioned himself above you. “I’m here,” he whispered against your lips, his voice filled with love and reassurance.

You felt the heat of his body against yours, his hardness pressing against your entrance, and a wave of nerves washed over you. But Viktor was patient, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly began to press into you, his movements careful and deliberate.

The stretch was intense, and you winced slightly as he pushed further inside, your body adjusting to the unfamiliar intrusion. Viktor noticed your discomfort immediately, and he paused, his hand gently caressing your cheek as he whispered soothing words.

“Just breathe,” he murmured, his voice steady and reassuring. “You’re doing so well.”

You nodded, focusing on your breathing as your body slowly relaxed around him. Viktor continued to push forward, his movements slow and controlled, giving you time to adjust to the new sensation.

When he was fully seated inside you, Viktor paused, his forehead resting against yours as he gave you time to get used to the feeling. The fullness was intense, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort that left you breathless. But Viktor was patient, his touch gentle as he waited for you to give him the signal to continue.

After a moment, the discomfort began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure as your body adjusted to his presence. You took a deep breath, nodding slightly to let him know that you were ready.

Viktor’s movements were slow and careful at first, his hands gripping your hips as he began to move within you. The friction was overwhelming, every nerve ending in your body lighting up with pleasure as he found a steady rhythm. You could feel the heat building between you, the connection you shared deepening with each thrust.

As the pleasure built, you found yourself losing track of everything except the feeling of Viktor inside you, the way his body moved against yours, the sound of his breath mingling with your own. The world outside the two of you ceased to exist, leaving only the shared experience of this moment, the love and trust that bound you together.

Viktor’s pace quickened slightly as he felt your body responding to him, his thrusts becoming more urgent as the pleasure between you intensified. Your moans filled the room, the sound of your pleasure driving him on as he sought to bring you to the peak of ecstasy.

But even as the pleasure built, Viktor was careful to watch for any signs of discomfort, his touch always gentle, his voice soft and reassuring as he whispered words of love and encouragement. He wanted this to be perfect for you, and he would do anything to make sure that it was.

As the tension in your body grew, you could feel yourself climbing higher and higher, teetering on the edge of something incredible. Viktor’s movements became more urgent, his breath ragged as he chased his own release, but he never lost focus on you, his hands and mouth working in tandem to bring you to the height of pleasure.

When the wave finally crashed over you, it was like nothing you had ever experienced before. Your body tensed, your breath catching in your throat as the pleasure exploded through you, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. Viktor followed soon after, his body shuddering as he found his own release, the feeling of him spilling inside you only adding to the intensity of the moment.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the two of you wrapped up in each other as you rode out the waves of pleasure together. When it was over, Viktor gently pulled out, collapsing beside you on the bed, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close.

You lay there in the afterglow, your body still tingling with the remnants of pleasure, and you couldn’t help but smile. Viktor pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his breath warm against your skin.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

Viktor smiled, his hand gently stroking your hair. “For what?”

“For everything. For being so patient, so loving.”

He kissed you again, his lips lingering against yours. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.

“I love you too,” you replied, your heart swelling with the truth of the words.

As you lay there in his arms, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you and the love you shared. You knew that whatever the future held, you would face it together, one step at a time.

And for now, that was enough

[jordanli-dribbles]

Bad Dream

Jordan Li x gn!reader It had been another stressful day. Midterms were quickly approaching, and you had rarely spoken to your partner in the last few days.

They weren’t having the best of times. Brink had been on their case about the upcoming tests, forcing them to work late into the evening. As much as you disliked Brink, you knew voicing those opinions out loud would only aggravate them. Instead, you made sure to be at their dorm every night. Even if all you had time to do was sleep, you felt the weight of the day disappear as soon as they wrapped their arms around you. You both fell asleep quickly, the stress of the past few days finally taking a toll on both of you.

As you slept beside them with your hand over their chest, you felt Jordan jerk in their sleep, shaking the whole bed. Concerned, you lifted yourself up slightly, bringing your hand up to stroke their cheek when they suddenly started murmuring things like “no,” “don’t,” “please,” while their eyes moved frantically below their eyelids. “Baby?” you whispered, stroking their cheek softly, trying not to startle them awake.

You were about to lean in to kiss their cheek when they jerked again more violently, almost throwing you off them. Frantically saying, “No, don’t go,” “Don’t leave me,” “Y/N.” Your heart ached as you realized they were having a bad dream about you.

You leaned onto them more firmly and whispered into their ear, “I am right here, baby.” Their eyes continued to move frantically below their eyelids, so you softly brought your hand down to rub circles on their chest, trying to gently wake them.

“Come on, wake up, beautiful. It’s just a bad dream,” you said again a bit more loudly.

Their eyes opened wide in an instant, almost in a panic. They were still breathing heavily as their eyes scanned the dark room, confused. “Hey, baby, it’s okay. You're okay,” you said softly, stroking their cheek while trying to get them to look at you. Your eyes found theirs, wide-eyed with tears threatening to spill over.

The sight broke your heart. “Oh, baby,” you said as you leaned in to give them a tender kiss, resting your head on their chest to hug them tightly. Jordan instantly wrapped their arms around you as they released a heavy sigh. You continued to hold onto them as you heard their heartbeat return to its normal rhythm.

“Sorry, I woke you up,” Jordan said quietly after a few minutes had passed. You lifted your head up to look at them, shaking your head slightly. “No need to apologize, baby,” you said as you kissed their lips softly.

Knowing Jordan wasn’t the best with expressing their emotions, you tentatively asked, “Do you want to talk about it?” while continuing to stroke their cheek. They looked into your eyes for few seconds before closing their eyes and sighed, “Uhm… maybe in the morning.”

“Okay. I’m here whenever you need me,” you said, offering them a comforting smile. They pulled you tighter towards them, connecting your lips to theirs once again. The kiss was slow and gentle, both of you trying to savor every second of it. Jordan’s tongue softly swiped your bottom lip, needing more of you as their arms pulled you on top of them. You straddle their waist as they pulled you flush against their chest. You bit softly on their bottom lip as they pulled back, trying to catch their breath. Softly groaning as they tightly closed their eyes and leaned their head back into the pillow. You took that as an opportunity to press soft kisses all over their face and along their neck. You softly bit their shoulder as they pulled you impossibly close to them. You both released a happy sigh as you rested your head on the crook of their neck. Nuzzling closer to them as your hand drew lazy patterns on their chest.

Jordan kissed the top of your head as they said, “God, I fucken love you.” Tightening their hold around you. You smiled into their chest, happy to have your foul mouth partner back.

“I fucken love you too, baby,” you said grinning as you closed your eyes to go back to sleep on their chest.

Ugh, living for soft Jordan!

[osleeplessflowero]

Hi I hope your doing well. If it's ok can you do a Cross x reader with fluff and where he and the reader are dating in it. :3

hii thank you for your request! ooh, i haven't written cross before so this is a great opportunity to practice! i hope you enjoy! :) 🌸 (Reader is gender neutral!)

🏠xx Home xx☕

Having a home to go back to had become a foreign concept to Cross, ever since his AU was lost. Being able to have one now was..honestly a strange, but not unwelcome experience. A home to come back to, and someone he loves to come back to..it almost feels like a dream.

Sheathing his blades, he turns to his much brighter sparring partner, shooting him a grin.

"Hey, I'm gonna head out for today. That okay?" "Of course! This was fun, I'll see you again tomorrow. I need to work on my aim.." Dream lowers his bow, putting it away with the use of magic. "See you later, Dream." Cross holds up his hand to wave goodbye, turning around to walk off. "Tell your partner I said "Hi"!" He calls out to him with a smug grin, causing the skeleton to flush a bright shade of purple. "Y-Yeah yeah, I will." He rubs his cheekbones with his hands, trying to calm himself down a bit.

With a whoosh, he finds himself dropping down into your living room, landing on the floor with his hands out to balance himself. Still not quite used to doing this after some time..

"Hey, handsome. I was wondering when you'd get back."

He rolls his eyelights, but finds himself grinning as he turns to see your smug smile. He walks over, plopping down right beside you on the couch before you lean over to press a kiss to his skull.

"What are you doing awake so late? I thought you'd be asleep by now." He looks over, leaning his skull on your shoulder. "My sleep schedule's messed up again. Plus, I was too excited to see you when you got back to sleep." You smile warmly, and Cross almost immediately feels as if Cupid's arrow had pierced through his heart again.

"I've..really wanted to see you too." His eyelights slowly shake until they shift into heart shapes, his cheekbones flushed with the beautiful shade of purple you fell in love with. You shift your position a little, holding his face in your hands. He grins, looking up into your eyes as he leans into your touch. Stars, he's adorable..

"Seems we can't get enough of each other, can we?" You grin, watching his movements. "..You're the person I love most in the world. Being able to see you is enough for me." He stares at you with adoring eyes, causing your face to heat up.

Averting your eyes, you stutter: "N-No fair, you're the one that's supposed to be all flustered." You pout playfully, only stopping when you feel his hand coming up to touch your cheek and leaning into it. He chuckles, replying with "You can't have all the fun."

Your eyes relax when they see his soften. In truth, you've never understood how he could always look at you like you're the entire world.. but you're not exactly complaining. You look at him the same way, after all.

His face flushes much more once he gets an idea, sitting up a bit more properly to face you directly.

"Can..Can I, um- ..well..you know?.." He mutters his words softly, and you fight every single urge in your body to squeeze him like a squeaky toy. "Of course you can, Cross." You reassure him, putting your arms over his shoulders.

He leans into you within seconds, pressing his teeth to your lips and losing himself. You smile into the kiss, holding onto him and savoring the moment as best you can. Feeling the way he relaxes in your hold, completely and utterly yours.. it makes your heart swell in your chest.

Your surroundings seem to melt away, the sound of your beating heart being the only thing you can hear. You could almost swear you can hear his as well, moving almost in sync with your own. You've been dating for a while, yet you still manage to leave each other breathless, even now..

After a few minutes, you break the kiss, needing to breathe. He puts his hand on the side of his skull, left a little bit dizzy. You chuckle at his reaction, squeezing him with a hug and pressing an overdramatic kiss to his cheek, making him chuckle.

"I love you." He speaks softly, holding you close. "No matter what happens..I always will. I want you to remember that, okay?" "Of course, Cross..I love you too. Always will, and always have."

You stay in each other's embrace for a little bit longer.

"Wanna watch a movie? It can be literally anything, I don't mind. Just to kinda chill and unwind to." "As long as there aren't cows, I don't have a preference-"

You snicker, standing up and looking through a selection of DVDs on one of your shelves, earning a frown from him.

"Don't laugh!" "I'm sorry-" "No, you're not!" He points at you, accusatory, as you put in one of your favorite films to watch. "Don't worry, I wouldn't do that to you." You sit back down, leaning your head on his shoulder as the previews begin. He huffs, pulling a blanket over you both and moving his arm to be behind you, keeping you close to him.

"Oh yeah, by the way, Dream says Hi." You smile. "Well, tell him I said Hi too."

..You both fall asleep fifteen minutes into the movie.

[revasserium]

nxx #2 - the best part

artem.

you are the best part of a monday morning, the soft click of heels, the whish of automatic doors, the light tap-tap of fingers on tablets. he knows just where you’ll be, a soft frown caught between your eyebrows; sometimes, when during meetings, or even just when he’s passing by your desk, he wishes he could reach over to smooth it over with a fingertip. when it’s late enough, he thinks about trying. other times, when it’s late-late enough — he actually does. and he’d sink into your startled gasp of laughter, the way you go slightly cross-eyed as he leans back to grin, shaking his head, “don’t frown like that… your face will get stuck.” and when you crinkle your nose and swat at his hand, your cheeks going the kind of pink that makes him think of every single sunset he’s yet to see, every single sunrise that’s still to kiss the sky, he has to stop himself from letting his fingers graze down to trace against your skin. “no it won’t…” but there’s no real conviction in your voice, and there’s something brilliant in the secret smile you share. “you’re right,” he admits, “but… i’m not sure i like it when i think about how often you frown in my presence.” he savors in the way you blush then, the way you press your lips, the startled and then resolute way you square your shoulders before saying, “then… i guess you should try to make me smile more often.” artem blinks for a second, and then — “sure… it’s a promise then. but... you’ll have to stay with me long enough for me to see it through.”

luke.

you are the best part of a september afternoon, his cardigan slipping off your shoulder as you pour through your work files. and even though he still feels some kinda way about you doing work while you’re with him — well — he looks down at his own pile of casefiles — he can’t really blame you anyway. birds of a feather and all. he grins as he glances up, only to find you smiling. “what?” you blush, looking away, “nothing — just… this is nice.” it’s his turn to blush now. and yes, he thinks, because this is what he loves — just this, just the moments in between, the quiet breaths and the unsaid words and the afternoon filtering through the autumn leaves, the coffee still lukewarm on the table between you. he takes a breath and looks at you, really looks at you — because he can’t remember a time when he didn’t know you, when he hasn’t loved you just like this — with the pure, simplicity of a september afternoon, as certain as tides, as simple as a child’s knowledge that this is the person he never wants to leave his life. “yeah,” he says, grinning broadly at you as he reaches over tug a strand of your hair between his fingers, “everything is nice when it’s with you.”

vyn.

you are the best part of every winter day, the distant, slanted light working its strange magic over the world, casting everything in its ethereal glow. “there’s just something about the winter sun,” you’d said one day, peering over towards the far horizon, shielding your eyes from the light, pausing as the pair of you walk hand in hand towards the corner store for something or other (vyn’s long since forgotten the minutia for the memory of you). he’d raised his eyebrows and cocked his head, waiting for you to continue, and after a second, you had, turning back towards him with frost-nipped cheeks and brilliant, snow-drop eyes, laughing as you wave at the casual, neighborhood scenery around you, “it makes everything look more beautiful, doesn’t it? like… it’s a dream, or some of those old fashioned picture filters…” to which vyn had smiled and gripped your hand just a bit tighter, “yes… i’ve always thought that winter was the most nostalgic season. it makes you miss a time that hasn’t yet come to pass. perhaps… a future with someone you love, no?” and he’d watched, fascinated, enraptured as you’d blushed and turned away, tugging him behind you, mumbling something about being unfair. and he thinks that if anyone were ever unfair — it’d undoubtedly be you.

marius.

you are the best part of a friday night — your laughter like the city lights, your smile, a million moons in a million distant skies, the shape of you dozing beside him in the back of limo, your cheeks kissed pink from all the wine. he thinks he could cup forever in the palm of his hands like this, thread your fingers with his and suddenly, he’s more sober than he’s ever been in his entire life, watching you nodding off next to him. he thinks he can see the next twenty, thirty, shit forty years of his life flashing outside along with the neon-night-skies, the way your lashes cast shadows along the high of your cheeks, the way your earrings rest against the bend of your neck. “mm… marius?” you ask, blinking sleepily up at him as the limo pulls to a quiet halt at a stoplight, your perfume making an absolute mess of his mind, and he has to clear his throat to hide just how many butterflies had exploded in the pit of his stomach at the sound of your sleep-sweetened voice — “i-it’s late… you can keep sleeping if you want… i’ll wake you up when we get home.” to which you’d leaned up and pressed as soft kiss to his cheek and it takes everything inside him not to pull you to him, press you into the limo seat and kiss you till the entire world melts away, “thanks… you should sleep too,” you say, nuzzling into the side of his neck, your breath chasing shivers up and down his spine. “y-yeah… i — i’ll try."

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To the Flame chapter fifteen

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Pairing: Dark!Javier Peña x afab!reader

Chapter w/c: 3.4k

Chapter warnings: physical abuse, like hardcore abuse pls heed the warning, manipulation, mental abuse, toxic relationship, alcohol consumption, alcoholism, description of injury, choking and not in the sexy way, noncon piv sex, noncon fingering, panic attacks, emotional distress, anxiety attacks, this is fucked, please just go in with caution, like fr i don't think i can sum all the fucked up shit in this chapter up

Chapter Summary: Is this the end?

A/N: Hey to everyone who's stuck by this story! This chapter is very intense and I just want to put it here that everything that happens here (and in this story in general) is obviously not okay. I am here if anybody needs to talk about anything at all. Take care of yourselves ❤

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You barely see kindness from Javi for the next couple of weeks. It was pretty much the same as the usual, but now you have to spend most nights with a terrifying man you don’t know. Whereas your husband used to come home, tired from work but still kind, there’s now a stranger who seems to not care at all. It’s happened so fast—the switch—that you think you may be in a perpetual state of shock. It’s hard to comprehend, but the difference is there. Easy to see when you just open your eyes. The biggest you’ve seen is how his first move once he gets home, is always to the fridge or the liquor cabinet. By dinner, he’s usually at least a few beers or glasses of whiskey deep, and by bed, he’s drunk enough to be slurring his speech and forgetting whatever he says the second it’s out of his mouth. 

A couple of nights, he comes home a bit later, and you suspect that he’s been to the bar on those days because he comes home already drunk off his ass. You don’t know what’s worse—watching the buildup or being hit with dread as soon as he walks through the door. There have been a couple days where comes home and doesn’t touch a drop, and you savor them. Those precious moments you get with him when you know he’s listening to you and giving you his time instead of the alcohol.You like to just pretend that everything is okay on those days, because blissful ignorance is better than ruining those good moments by thinking about the bad. Knowing you have days like that, though, makes it so much worse when you go to him, wanting to talk or simply be around him, and then feel the disappointment when it sinks in that he’s already gone. 

It hurts every time he does it, because it makes you feel alone again. You’ve come to understand that he turns into a different person when he drinks, a person you don’t know. This new person—this stranger—likes to hurt you. He’s rageful and hateful and relentless and overpowering. You take a sip of your coffee from where you’re currently sitting at the kitchen table and shiver at the memory of just last night, when he’d fucked you deep into the mattress and spilled within minutes before collapsing on top of you, dead asleep. You keep telling yourself that you wanted it, but you know better. You’d told him no, and when he ignored you, you’d gotten scared. So you let it happen. It’s your own fault for being weak and you know it. 

Besides, that voice in your pounding head challenges, what kind of a woman doesn’t want to make love to her husband? What kind of woman doesn’t want to feel her lover’s touch?

It shames you both ways. Not wanting him but letting him take what he wants anyway. You think that you might be doing it because fighting would make it real. If you just let it happen, he’s not taking anything from you. Maybe if you just let it happen, he’ll stop.

Lies, that other part of your brain spits at you. The more logical one. 

You take another sip to smooth out the knot that’s formed in your throat. You pretend that it was never there. You’ve been doing a lot of that lately. 

It seems like every day gets worse. He gets meaner and he takes more and more. You can tell that there’s something making him do it, something controlling the impulse to pick up that bottle and down the entire thing. You wish desperately that he would just talk to you, or that you at least knew what it was so that you could help, but you’re just as useless with that as you are everything else. You want to kill the stranger inside of him. You want to pull him out and gut him and hurt him in every way he’s hurt you. You just want your Javi back. 

But even then, it wouldn’t be the same, and you’re painfully aware of that. It’s still awful and wrong, even now, in those moments he is there. When the Javi you know and love is dormant and there to hold you like nothing’s wrong. The worst part because you don’t know if he remembers everything he does to you. It doesn’t make sense, because you know he sees the bruises that cover your body some days, the way you have to limp when you’re too sore to walk right. You see the glint in his eye when he reaches for you and you flinch away. He can see the physical bruises just as well as your mental wounds, but he acts oblivious, like he’s not to blame for your pain. 

You ignore the tear that slips down your cheek as you catch yourself caught up in it again. It’s so fucking hurtful and confusing. You want to pretend, too. Pretend that none of it ever happened, but you’re the one who has to wear the consequences, so you have no choice but to face them. 

You asked him one morning, when you’d woken up and caught him sober as he was getting ready for work, why he’d hit you the night before. The night before when he’d stripped you and taken you to bed and covered your mouth with his hand when you began to sob. You didn’t mean to, but as you’d tried to get him to stop, you felt skin between your teeth. Just to see if he remembered, you asked him. You know you shouldn’t have, but you were so tired and the hole in your stomach was so large that you needed to know. Just to see if you could find an excuse to forgive him and close it up.

But Javi had stopped and watched you for a moment before his eyes darkened and he looked at you like he was angry at you. “You fucking bit me. What did you think was going to happen?” 

You’d just laid back down and let the tears ease you back to sleep. He knows what he does. You know he does. He just doesn’t care. But why? Why doesn’t he care? Regret it? Feel sorry? What happened?

You’ve become numb with each day that passes, more accepting of the fact that you need to stop letting your emotions control you. The anger, the fear, the hatred. You can still feel it lingering somewhere deep inside of you, waiting for the right moment to pounce, but you’re content to just ignore it for now. Ignore everything that makes you question why. It’s like a tightness around your heart, a shield that went up without your permission. And maybe it’s for the best, but you wish it would drop at least a little, because you feel like you haven’t been able to be yourself around Javi in days. You can tell he sees it, too. But he never says anything. Does he even care that you’re changing, that he’s the one who’s changed you?

You set your now-cold coffee down and look out the window. How the fuck did you get here? You’re so tired of your every day being this. Alone in the apartment, and then scared when you’re not. Sometimes, you don’t know what’s worse. There’s days when you get the idea to just leave, but you know better. You can’t. Your husband is still here, somewhere. You can’t leave him because it would break your heart completely, and not being around him at all is something you can’t handle. And even if he wasn’t, that man who’s replaced him would find you. You know it in your gut that he would. 

You let out a shaky sigh, brush away your tears, and stand up. At least you have things to do today instead of sitting in silence. As far as you know, Steve and Connie are still coming over Sunday night for dinner. The house isn’t too messy, since you usually start your days with tidying up the mess from the night before, but there are things that can be cleaned more thoroughly. The kitchen needs to be scrubbed, the living room tidied. 

Javi had woken you up before he left this morning and asked what you plan on making. He’s going to bring the ingredients home tonight so that everything will be ready for you to start tomorrow. You’re actually excited about that. Not just about seeing people again, but also about putting together an elaborate meal. Recently, it’s been whatever kind of soups or sandwich stuff that Javi brings home for you to make. It’s been too long since you made something more complex than a casserole. 

You bring your mug to the sink and start with that, rinsing it and placing it on the side with the rest of the dirty dishes. You take one look at the massive pile and decide you’ll do that last. You absolutely despise doing the dishes, Besides, leaving it for last will be more rewarding once the pile is gone and everything is officially spotless. 

You start instead with the living room, and then the bathroom, and then the bedroom. It takes all day, but you’re proud of the result by the time you’re ready for the kitchen. It all looks as good as the first time you cleaned it, not a speck of dust in sight, everything in its rightful place. You’re proud of yourself, and catch yourself genuinely smiling as you make your way to the dishes. 

You’re in the kitchen, filling up the sink with water, when he gets home. Keys rattle in the door, making you jump in surprise. It’s only then that you notice it’s gone dark outside. Your eyes flick up to the clock, and your stomach churns when you see the time. It’s almost 12:00am. It shouldn’t take that long to go to the grocery store. You know immediately where he’s been. Your body goes taught as you hear the door shut behind him. He doesn’t announce himself, but you can hear his heavy footsteps as he walks through the house to get to you. They sound wrong, like he’s stumbling. 

Your hands begin to shake as you push the faucet to stop the running water and wipe them down on your shirt. You feel more than see Javi’s broad form stop in the doorway beside you, and you contemplate greeting him, but you don’t know how his day’s been so you don’t want to start anything if he wants silence. 

You pick up one of the plates from the pile beside the sink and dunk it slowly into the water before pouring a bit of soap on it, continuing to avoid eye contact with your husband. The gentle scrub of the sponge against the ceramic and the occasional drip of excess water is the only sound to be heard throughout the house. 

You can feel his eyes on you, and you have to physically resist the urge to squirm beneath his heavy gaze. You just try to keep your breathing steady and focus on your task. 

“Not going to ask me how my day was?” Javi’s voice is hard. Cold. It makes you shiver. Wrong choice, then.

“How was your day?” Your voice in contrast is meek even as you look at him and flash a smile. So small it makes you want to slap yourself. You just blink and keep washing the plate in your hands. 

Javi sighs loudly as he leans against the door frame, as if thinking it over. “How was your day, sweetheart?” He starts to walk toward you, coming up behind you and putting his hands on your waist, ducking down a bit to press his lips to your neck.

“It was fine,” you say, though there’s a pang of hurt as you wish so badly that he was asking genuinely. That he wanted to talk to you, wanted to be here with you. 

He nods against you, his hands traveling down to your waistband. You squirm a bit but try to hold still in hopes that he’ll just stop. “Just fine, hm? I can make it better.” Your eyes shut. Of course he wouldn’t. 

“No, thank you, my day was good. I’m just tired.” You start to push his hands off of you, but he doesn’t allow it. 

“Well, I didn’t have a very good day,” he counters. “I was looking forward to coming home and fucking my sweet, pretty little wife, ‘n’ then she tells me she doesn’t want me.” 

Irritation prickles at your neck, warring with the fear that’s made a home there already. “That’s not what I said, Javi, and you know it.” 

“Oh, but it is.” He pulls you tighter, slipping one hand down your shorts to feel your panties. You whimper, trying to get out of his grasp. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, baby. Fucking scared. disgusted” 

You freeze against him. 

“I don’t want you to be scared, sweetheart,” he coos. He brings the hand that’s not cupping your pussy up to your cheek, brushing away a tear with his thumb. “But your tears are so fucking sweet that I just can’t help myself sometimes.” 

You shake as he slowly brings his thumb up to your lips, pressing harder and harder until you’re forced to let him in and taste the salty drop on your tongue. 

“I do it for you, baby. You know it’s all for your own good.” He makes your head nod up and down with the hand grasping your chin. “Just gotta keep you safe.” 

He pulls his thumb from your mouth, a quiet sob leaving you as he does so. He grasps your hip again and grinds your ass into his erection. “And you don’t even care to show your thanks.” He tuts, and even the mock disappointment in his tone makes you want to crumble and cry. “Thought you were better ‘n that, sweetheart.” 

You’re gasping in quiet and shallow breaths at this point, your face heated with shame. You know it’s not him talking, but you can’t help but hate yourself for what he’s telling you. You’re a disappointment. He thought you were better. You’re a screwup to him just like you are for everyone else. The voices and taunts swirl around in your head until you’re so overwhelmed that you have to close your eyes to settle them. 

“Stop!” The ferocity in your voice surprises even you. The anger and hurt revealed is raw and visceral, out in the open for him to catch a glimpse of what you’re feeling inside. “Get your hands off me, Javi.” 

He chuckles darkly into your hair, his hand now coming to your throat. You swallow thickly and stiffen as he loosely wraps it around your neck, holding you close to him. He doesn’t apply pressure, but it’s enough to make you bite your tongue to stifle anything else that might want to slip out. 

“I don’t think you’re really in a position to be demanding things, baby,” he says the words gently. “Why don’t you try asking nicely.” 

You blink, and all you can think is that you’re so fucking tired. “Please let me go,” you give in and whisper. 

“What was that?” His hand tightens ever so slightly, and then slackens again. You eye his booted foot next to yours, and get the idea to stomp on it, but you know why that’s not a good idea. You speak up.

“I said, please let me—” 

He tightens his grip, crushing your windpipe as he holds to the point where you can’t draw a breath. “Thought I fuckin’ told you who was in charge,” his voice comes to your ringing ears. He keeps still as you struggle, even though you’re trying your hardest not to. “Don’t make me have to remind you, sweetheart. I don’t like to see you hurt, but I can’t promise anything if you keep acting so high and fucking mighty.” 

He lets you go, and you practically collapse against him. He wraps his arms around you and you lose it. 

“Leave me alone, you fucking bastard!” You scream at him with the first breath you can manage, spinning around and backing away as you push and hit at him, trying to get his arms off of you. If you can just get away, maybe you can lock yourself in the bedroom and wait until he’s taken his anger out on something else. You don’t feel bad at all as you claw at him. You manage to get an arm loose and you use it to land a slap to his face. His hold on you loosens the slightest bit, and you use the chance to scramble away even as your stomach drops as you realize what you just did.  

You should have known better. It all happens in slow motion as your head comes into contact with the lip of the counter, right by the sink. He’s forced you back around and is now folded over you, using one hand to shove your shorts down and the other to pin the back of your neck down. “Fucking bitch!” he yells into your ear, and you know that you just made this worlds worse for yourself. 

You heave wet sobs as he brings his fingers to your bare cunt and roughly shoves two inside, your hips bucking as you try to get away. You’re yelling something as well, something that sounds a lot like ‘stop’, over and over again. 

You can’t focus on whatever words are spilling from his mouth now, only on the ringing on your ears and the water sloshing around in the sink only about an inch away from you. A jolt of deeper fear runs through you as you catch the gleam of it, and you scream and cry louder and struggle even harder, trying to do something, anything, before Javi gets the idea that just flashed through your head. 

Maybe it was your own fault with all the screaming, or maybe he saw it at the same time you did, but his hand on your neck starts to move higher, until it’s on the back of your head. You resist as much as you can, not even feeling his defiling fingers anymore as your nose touches the soapy water and pieces of your hair grow heavy as they soak it up. You can tell the second you’re going to lose the fight, and you realize that you’ve never been so terrified in your life. 

Between the sobs and screams and tears, you don’t get much of a breath before you’re being submerged. Your body flails wildly, and you think in that second that you’re going to die. He’s going to kill you. The terror running through your body is indescribable. You just want to scream but you can’t. You want to close your eyes and go before you lose the small breath you have and water floods your lungs. It feels like a nightmare, like it’s not real, can’t be happening to you. But it is, and you don’t understand why. What the fuck did you do to deserve this? 

You push and push up with all your might, using your hands against the counter and your entire body to try to lift your head, but he keeps his hand on top, not letting you breathe the surface no matter what. You feel so pathetic as your body shakes with silent cries that you’re forced to hold in through the panic.

You almost forget about everything else until you feel his cock push inside of you, and you scream. You forget, and upon the burning sensation as he forces himself into you, you open your mouth and take in gulps of water. Your body surges with pain and fear as the burn spreads up to your chest and then to the rest of your body. 

This is the end, this is the end, this is the end. 

Everything you’ve ever known will be gone. Your family probably won’t even know what happened, won’t care. Nobody will. Maybe Javi will eventually, if he ever comes back. Your vision starts to go black, and your body slackens, your hands falling uselessly as you lose the energy to fight. He’s going to hate himself, you realize. And that thought may hurt you most of all. He’s going to be alone, just like you. You won’t be there to help him. Your Javi is going to be devastated. 

That’s the last thing through your mind as your consciousness fades to black. 

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The end.

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