#All your nerves coming back online at once and it's not good

[haven-gum-rockrose]

Hey hey did you know my favorite fic trope is hypothermia? I just think its so nifty

[awrkive]

tlp jk is def the type to absolutely sob when he sees oc walk down the aisle/when he’s trying to propose to her and it maybe just me but I feel like after that one year anniversary he’s like I’m wifing this girl DOWNN cause I feel like he lich has the ring and everyth ready to go he’s waiting he’s prepped 😭

here it is!!! #thee proposal drabble this is literally the cutest thing ever i wish love was real 😖🥹 hope u enj!!!!!!!!!!

summary: in which jungkook proposes and it doesn't start off well

w/c: 3.7k

warning/s: tlp couple is extremely in love that is a warning. they're also cry babies. listen to something by the beatles for the major feels 😔

“Baby,” Jungkook sighs, matching your pace. “Are we really fighting right now?” 

“No.” Is your stern response, continuing your quick steps without even bothering to look back at him. 

“I guess we are fighting right now.” Jungkook mumbles to himself, taking two big strides so he can finally catch up with you. 

You don’t pay him any attention when he slides his arm around your waist while the other holds the bag of large popcorn you bought a while ago, leaning down to kiss the side of your head. Jungkook doesn’t even care about the people passing by around the cinema; they have lives to care about on their own – he can kiss his girlfriend wherever and whenever he wants. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispers in your hair, enough for only you to hear. 

There’s a crease on your forehead that hasn’t ceased ever since you left the restaurant you had your dinner at. But after a few beats, you let out a sigh. 

“I just really wanted to see the movie in IMAX.” you lament, and Jungkook feels bad. He really does. 

“I know, baby, I really am sorry,” he apologizes once again. “We can see it tomorro—” but he realizes you both have a full-time shift, so he opts for, “–next week?” 

“Jungkook, the screening ends in the next two days.” you say, tone bordering on annoyed now. You reel it back in, gently saying, “I just– I told you to hurry up earlier, but you kept on changing your hair even though– you know what, forget about it. Which cinema were we in, again?” 

Jungkook’s nerves begin to kick in, because you look like you’re genuinely upset now. He can tell it by the tone of your voice, the disappointment and the simmering irritation of having to deal with the situation. You don’t get angry often – no scratch that, you don’t get angry at all. However, it does come in withdrawal-like gestures and behavior – like now. 

And again, Jungkook really does feel bad for having to do what he did earlier. You weren’t able to purchase tickets online so you had to make do with buying on the actual booth – and because Jungkook took way too long in the comfort room of the restaurant fixing his hair, you arrived at the cinema way too late and the tickets for the last IMAX screening of the night ran out. It left you with no choice but to go with the regular one instead, and needless to say, you’re not at all that happy about that. 

Well, shit. Jungkook thinks. This date is not going well at all. The waitress at the restaurant you ate at a while ago openly flirted with him on your table and he was too stunned to do something that you had to tell her off by yourself. That had obviously taken a hit on your mood, and the cinema thing just kind of maybe amplified it and Jungkook thinks he’s beginning to get fucked.

“I’ll make up it up to you, baby–” 

“The tickets, Jungkook.” 

Jungkook purses his lips into a thin line and gives them to you.

You walk alongside each other quietly, but Jungkook doesn’t let go of your waist while you head towards the dark and quiet hallway, leading to the seats. You don’t pry his hand off so maybe – maybe – that’s a good thing. 

But god, this night isn’t going well like he wanted it to be. Suddenly, he’s nervous again. More nervous that he was in the shower awhile ago when you were still prepping for the date back at home. He’s anxious about fucking the whole thing up, and sure, he could trust his track record of never fucking up when it comes to doing big things in his life, but this is different. This will be different. And he’s just so fucking scared that he checks on his watch again. 

8:22pm. 

Eight minutes before the movie starts in your cinema. And eight minutes more before the–

“Jungkook,” You call him, and he’s just in the middle of pushing the seat down for you when you do so. He looks at you. Confused, you ask, “Do you have somewhere to go?” 

“Huh?”

“You keep on looking at your watch. You have been since we were at the restaurant.” 

Jungkook’s eyes widen and he’s thankful there’s barely any lights in the hall.

“I– no. No.” He shakes his head, placing down the bag of popcorn in the middle and takes your hand instead, interlocking your fingers. “I’m sorry, did I keep doing that?” He asks consciously.

He’s really fucking this up, and you’re noticing it. 

“Yes, it’s bothering me a little,” You shuffle in your seat a little, facing Jungkook. Softly, you ask, “Do you wanna go home? We can ditch the movie. I’m sorry for being a dickhead the whole night. It’s not an excuse but I really wanted to watch this movie in IMAX… but it’s fine. I’m not mad at you. I’m just in a… mood. And I know I’m taking it out on you. I’m sorry. I’m being so unappreciative over here – I know you were supposed to work on your research–”

“Hey,” Jungkook stops you before you can even finish that. “No, baby. This is our date. I don’t wanna go home yet and I’m genuinely really sorry for missing the IMAX screening.” He’d add he didn’t mean to take long in the comfort room earlier… but that would be a lie. He intended to do that so you can both arrive here on time like planned. 

You purse your lips into a thin line. “Still… I’m sorry for being a little bitch.” 

“Not true. You’re an angel.” Jungkook says and brings your interlocked hands up to kiss your knuckles. “Love you.” 

You frown. “Love you too.” 

That earns you a hearty chuckle from him. “I love you more.” 

“Not that again.” You sigh, turning sideways to look ahead on the screen but not breaking away from his hold. 

Jungkook contains his smile as his gaze falls to the big screen as well, nerves crumbling down a little at the exchange. You’re the only person who can make him nervous but the only one who can take it away at the same time. 

“Huh,” you utter suddenly in the middle of some trailer playing. “It’s so weird there’s only a few people here.”

At that, Jungkook’s heart rate picks up a bit. “Y-yeah? Well, it’s late at night.” 

“Fair.” 

“And this movie’s not really new, right? Just an anniversary screening thing.” Jungkook continues to add, as if determined to justify your claim. 

You nod. “I guess you’re right.” 

“Yep.” 

His phone lights up and you’re busy sipping on your drink so Jungkook takes that as an opportunity to check the messages he received.

tae [8:28pm]: starting in 2

tae [8:28pm]: good luck buddy

Jungkook swipes his tongue over his lips – a nervous habit – quickly turning it off and pocketing the device. He places his arm on the arm rest and taps his fingers on the plastic surface anxiously. 

It feels like there’s a ticking clock above his head when the trailer finally ends, because he knows the thing should start rolling. 

And Jungkook swears he’s prepared for this for so many weeks. Months for the matter. It’s now May and the ring has been bought since February. What was once tucked away from the depths of his closet is now snugged in the pockets of his trouser, deep enough that you couldn’t pinpoint the bulging outline of the box.

Jungkook originally planned for you both to be out of the country when he does it. But things got really hectic at the hospital and while he personally could’ve still taken a leave, you couldn’t. Jungkook brought up the idea of vacationing a little, “Just for a week,”, he said, but then you sadly told him that you couldn’t even if you wanted to and he understood that greatly. He’s in the same line of work, after all. 

So, with what seemed to be the nth deliberation with Doyeon, Taehyung, and Nayeon, he ultimately decided on this set-up. You know; trick you into going to the mall with him so you can pass by the cinema and he successfully executes the proposal seamlessly. But obviously, it didn’t go as smoothly as that.

After your dinner, you impulsively decided that you wanted to watch a movie in IMAX, but it starts at exactly as Jungkook’s proposal, and so he had to compromise a little bit; the admittedly poor (but effective) solution coming in the form of intentionally staying a little longer in the comfort room of the restaurant just so you two would be lat. 

And Jungkook swears it’s for a good reason! Because everything’s prepped and ready to roll and he can’t have himself waste another perfect opportunity. He remembers almost popping the question three months ago, two months ago, month ago, few weeks ago and heck, even last night – but he’d always get cold feet and think the time wasn’t right. 

Right now, though, is different. 

And he wants it so badly to be different.

Good thing you settled things quickly. Now that his being late is past you, he can be a little more confident in what he’s about to do. 

The next trailer shows up and Jungkook sits upright, knowing what’s coming. He has it memorized, down to each frame. He was the one who edited it, after all, a product of his humble multimedia skills, that is. Jungkook could’ve gone to a professional but he really wanted to do it himself, scared they wouldn’t be able to tell you what he wanted to. And so he did. The gang also told him that it would be better if he did it himself.

And now he’s showing it to you – you, who’s completely clueless beside him. 

It starts as a bit of a misdirect. There’s an intro from a famous movie studio, and a scene from a real movie – and so of course you don’t suspect anything, as Jungkook could say from his peripheral view.

Suddenly, the screen goes black. It causes a pregnant pause, stretched to exactly five seconds (again, Jungkook edited that), and then, a familiar clip suddenly plays. 

It’s a video of you taken from Jungkook’s camcorder back in med school. First year, around the second semester. You were at Moon’s Printing Shop and you were looking down at your notes when Jungkook, behind the camera, called your name. 

You looked up, hair messy from an all-nighter study but Jungkook’s certain the Jungkook behind the scene was still thinking you were the prettiest girl he’s ever seen just like he’s thinking now. 

“Who would you wanna be if you were given the chance to be somebody else in your next life?” 

You grimace. “Hopefully, still me.” 

“So boring,” Jungkook exaggerated, his laughter reverberating in the hall of the theater. “Be serious.” 

You looked flustered in the video. “I’m serious. I don’t wanna be somebody else.” 

In his seat, Jungkook feels the real you sitting beside him tugging at your enclosed hands together, so he looks at you. 

“Jungkook, what is this?” You say, evidently unaware of what’s currently happening, your brows furrowed in that cute confusion. 

“Just something I’ve been working on for the past three months.” he smiles, bringing your hands together to his lips again. He just couldn’t stop kissing and touching you even if he tries.

You stare at him with your mouth agape, but you don’t say anything else, your gaze falling back to the screen once again. 

“Okay, since you don’t wanna play this game I wanna be Darth Vader.” Jungkook said in the video. 

“What? The evil guy from Star Wars?” You frowned. “That’s not… hmm… okay. I guess I wanna be… Spongebob, then.” 

“Oh. Wow. Interesting. Alright, Darth Vader’s out. I wanna be Patrick instead.” 

“I like that. So we’ll still be bestfriends, right?” 

“Yeah. And I still get to stress you out even in the next life.” 

That made you laugh, the warm burst of laughter filling the hall which makes Jungkook’s lips curl up as he watches the screen. He can never get tired of it; your smile, your laugh, your face as it lights up. There’s something so incredibly angelic about you he sometimes thinks you’re not human at all. Or maybe just part-human… nonetheless, he feels grateful. For literally everything. 

Something in the way she moves…

The video transitions to another reel of you taken by Jungkook while The Beatles’ Something plays in the background. 

"Oh my god..." Jungkook hears you gasp beside him, but he doesn't allow himself to break just yet. Instead, he tightens his grip on your hand, feeling your response as you hold on just as firmly.

The screen continues to show candid moments of you from med school. All recorded and taken by Jungkook; the trips you took during that time, that rave party you went to where you got extremely drunk – and when that showed up, you giggled beside him and said, “I told you to delete that.”, which he just laughed at. 

Later on, the clips got more recent, you in your lilac dress and Jungkook’s white tux… it was a video of you dancing in Nayeon’s wedding. 

“W-wha–… I didn’t – who took that?” You whisper, sounding in awe. 

“Nayeon was apparently recording from the stage at that time.” Jungkook says, looking at you and smiling when he sees that you have your eyes glued to the screen. 

“This is so…” you trail off, but you don’t really say anything in continuation. 

Recent videos of you play, capturing moments from the two years you’ve been together. There’s that clip in Vienna, a few in Florence, Paris, Melbourne... It’s surreal to think that he captured those memories, never imagining they’d be used for something like this. 

Something in the way she knows

And all I have to do is think of her

Something in the things she shows me

I don't want to leave her now

You know I believe and how

The song fades to an end and so did the compilation of your videos. The screen shows Jungkook this time instead. He leaned towards the camera, checked the optics, and then smiled a little. From the background, you know it was taken by the wall of his room, near the window because you can see the Sanrio plushie you put on the table beside there. It’s a little out of frame but you can still recognize it. 

Then, he spoke. 

“Uhm, hi,” He started, and you hold your breath, feeling like you’re on the edge of your seat but not in that anxious way. “I don’t really know where I’m going with this. I’m thinking of doing this video… for my proposal – and ah, my proposal – wait, I really should’ve written a script for this but I wanted this to be natural as much as possible and I’m going off-track so we’ll move on to what I really wanna say,” 

You can’t help but laugh at that, and you hear Jungkook joining in with you. 

“__, you’re the love of my life. You’re my lover, but you’re my best friend most of all. I look back on the times we’ve spent together – a decade. There was no time in those years that I didn’t thank my lucky stars for knowing and meeting you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and I really hope you know how much I love you because no matter how hard I try to put it into action and words, no amount of it would tell you how I truly feel.” A pause. Then he took out something from his pocket. Raising his hand, a red velvet box appeared in the frame. He was about to open it when suddenly, your voice is heard behind the camera. 

“Jungkook?” 

Jungkook quickly pocketed the box, and the camera shook a little, the angle now distorted, probably due to his panic upon hearing your voice. 

“Yes, baby?” The audio played. 

“You were doing something?” 

“Nah. Just trying out my new camera.” Jungkook said. 

“Oh. Lemme see.” 

The camera got picked up, and Jungkook switched the camera to you.

In your seat, you nibble on your bottom lip upon seeing your own face this time, a poor attempt to stop your jaw from breaking apart because you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling watching the whole thing. 

“Pretty girl.” You hear Jungkook say behind the recorder. His hand came up to caress your face in the video, thumb rubbing over your cheek. “I love you.” 

You looked confused at first but then you told him, anyway, “I love you too.” 

You leaned down, and the video gets switched out to another one of Jungkook on a different day. 

“Sorry the video got interrupted by my gorgeous girlfriend.”

You both laugh at that, and as if on cue, your eyes meet – silently acknowledging that you’re thinking the same thing. In that shared glance, it's clear you both understand how things escalated in that moment, that night – how that kiss turned into something more.

“I just wanted to say that, uh, I love her. No, you, I’m talking to you–” He sighed in the clip, and you can’t help but chuckle. “Anyway. I love you. I love you so much, baby. More than anything else in the world. I feel like I don’t say it enough although Taehyung teases me about convulsing if I can’t say it to you for no longer than five minutes – he’s probably right but that’s not the point. What I wanna say is – again – is that, I love you, __. And I want to spend the rest of my lifetime with you. I wanna grow old with you. Spend every day and every night with you. I want us to wake up together every morning, make our breakfast together, go to work together, do laundry together, our taxes – man, I don’t know. Anything. I just want to do anything and everything with you. Maybe adopt a dog in the near future, if you want to, that is. You’re probably gonna be watching this in the theater by this moment – god I hope I don’t fuck the whole thing up, the gang is gonna be so pissed – but I’ll drop the question for you and I know we already talked about it many times before and two months ago you said you were ready if I was also ready. I couldn’t tell you I’ve been ready since the first week we started dating. But I hope… what you felt two months ago is still what you feel right now…” 

Then, the big screen fades to black, and suddenly, a few lights in the hall flicker on, illuminating Jungkook—now on his knees. In his hand is a red velvet box, now open, revealing a stunning ring that’s so beautiful it leaves your jaw slack.

He clears his throat. “__, you’re my best friend. Have been and always will be. You’re my home, my partner. I will love you for as long as you let me and–” Jungkook doesn’t mean it but there’s suddenly a lump in his throat that forms along the way and he has to choke it back, making his voice crack a little bit as he looks into your eyes. “– and I really want to live all my remaining years with you and be yours forever.” He bites his lip, looks up at you with those doe eyes you love so much. Then, the question comes, “Can I be your husband?” 

“Jungkook…” You look down at him, your mouth opening and closing, lost for words. You’ve passed the point of holding back tears, and when your eyes meet his—so full of sincerity and revere—you completely break. “Y-yes. Yes! One hundred percent yes,” you manage to say through your sobs, nodding fervently as your vision blurs from the tears streaming down your face.

As soon as you say that, all the lights in the room turn on and there’s a holler from the direction of the projection room that you can’t help but look at. 

“Congrats!” 

You gasp as you see Doyeon and Nayeon. They’re both waving at you with huge grins on their faces. Genuinely surprised and confused at the same time, you start to look around, and suddenly, you realize that everybody is literally… your family. Taehyung, your dad, your mom, your sister and Seokjin all occupy the front rows, and in front of them are Jungkook’s own family as well. From afar, you see Jungkook’s father coming up to give your dad a hug which he reciprocates as they laugh together. 

Your eyes are drawn back to Jungkook. 

“Jungkook… they’re all here,” you say, struggling to hold back the onslaught of tears. They won’t stop.

And at this point, Jungkook can’t help it. Not anymore. He sees you crying and he can’t help but do it as well. He sniffs, taking your hand and kissing the back of your palm.

“Yes, baby. Everybody is here.”

“Baby, why are you crying?” You ask him despite yourself.

Jungkook chuckles in between his tears, swiping a hand on his eyes. “I’m just so happy. You make me so happy. Thank you. Thank you for saying yes.”

That makes you cry even more, earning another laugh from Jungkook but it’s filled with endearment. Slowly, he takes your hand and you watch teary-eyed as he finally inserts the ring around your ring finger. 

The diamond-encrusted band, with a larger diamond glimmering in the center, fits perfectly around your finger. You stare at it in awe, admiring how gorgeous it looks—trying to recall a time when Jungkook measured your finger to make it fit so flawlessly. But you can't remember, and you don't mind at all, instead looking up at him as he stands to his feet.

"I love you, Jungkook. I really do," you say with all the sincerity in your heart, hoping he knows as much.

"I can't wait to marry you," he replies, his voice full of emotion before he pulls you into his arms and leans down to kiss you gently on the lips. It’s soft and it’s sweet just like the love he’s given you all these years.

A cheer erupts around you, and normally, you'd feel shy about kissing in front of your family. But this time, you don’t feel embarrassed at all.

It’s just you and Jungkook. Bound for a lifetime of unadulterated love.

[kisses4reid]

open up for once | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

synopsis - reader is used to doing things alone, working hard, never asking for help. the team gets worried when the behavior never changes, and few coincidences sets you off.

genre - angst w/ happy-ish ending, bau!reader x spencer,

warnings - crying, r hides emotions, works to hard, doesn’t ask for help. r has a tough childhood.

w/c - its short dw like barely 1k

a/n - sorry for my absence, graduating at the end of this year. i will write when i can!! thank u ❤️

Your eyes latched onto the man’s hands. Two files in his grip were angled towards Spencer.

“Here’s the basic case file. There’s boxes of evidence in interrogation room three, and more files can be found on our online system.” The man spoke to Spencer confidently and smiled, grabbing your attention. “If you need any help, give me a holler.” The peppered man grinned at Spencer like they had an inside joke, but Spencer didn’t react. He simply nodded, and started walking with you to the evidence filled room. A nerve ran down your spine.

“You okay?” Spencer glanced at you sideways and opened an oak door, revealing a room filled with boxes on boxes of labeled evidence. You shoulders sagged at the sight,

“Yeah, just tired.” You picked up the closest box and took it to the only free space on the table in the middle of the dim room. Spencer watched you from behind, eyes roaming your sage green blouse and the wrinkles that adjusted in your movements. He looked away.

You rolled your shoulders, thumbing through the files until you found one labeled with a victims surname. You leant on the desk and faced Spencer, ready to read out anything that stood out to you. But, something itched your brain.

“Do you want me to look at it?” He asked, moving towards you with one hand outstretched.

You clutched the file, the paper bending under your grasp. Seeing Spencer’s wider eyes, you cleared your throat and smiled, “No, it’s all good.”

You turned slightly, and ran a finger down the words in search for any connections. And for a minute you were focused, until Spencer took a file from the same box as you. You followed his hands with your sharp eyes and nearly rolled your eyes.

This was not like you, you did not roll your eyes. You don’t get angry, you didn’t get annoyed. Especially not at Spencer.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and plastered on a smile, “Sorry, Spencer. I need to go get some air.”

What was it? Was it Hotch sending Spencer to help you? Was it the officer assuming Spencer was in charge? Was it Spencer choosing to help you when there were plenty of other boxes that could be sorted?

You didn’t need help, you never did. All throughout school you hated group projects, you never asked teachers for clarification, never asked your parents for help with homework. Not that they would.

You walked through the halls, the very sound of your heels agitating you even more. You had never felt a wave of rage wash over you like you had then, you thought the saying was a lie.

Spencer watched you from the doorway, getting the hint that you needed space, but he couldn’t stop himself from speculating. The tension, the nerves, the fact that you had been on edge since last week. Well, come to think of it, when have you ever not been on edge? Spencer sighed, ran a hand down his face, and against his better judgement, followed you.

He found you 8 minutes later, slightly impressed by your distance travelled in such a short time, on a balcony looking down on the streets of New York City. Another murderer in the concrete jungle where dreams were made of. ‘Concrete jungle wet dream tomato’, as you liked to insist it was. You had your back to the door, arms wrapped around yourself in the chill, and your ponytail flew in the breeze. You looked ethereal to Spencer, like always. Something about your slightly red nose and the way you glanced back at him made you look even better.

You looked away nearly immediately, shutting your eyes closed and taking a deep breath. You didn’t expect to be out there alone for long, but 8 minutes?

“You okay?” Spencer asked, but you stayed silent. He met you on the edge of the balcony, his hands in his pockets and shoulder so close to yours it felt almost magnetic. You didn’t meet his gaze.

The fact that he had to ask, meant that you weren’t okay. It also meant that you had failed at concealing your emotions. He cleared his throat and followed your gaze down onto the busy streets.

“Did you know that over 800 languages are spoken in New York City? It’s the most linguistically diverse city in the world” He clenched his jaw, not exactly used to talking to someone he’s so used to hearing. You nodded.

He sighs.

And you both stand there for a bit.

Before the sun starts to set, and you finally speak up.

“Do you think I’m bad at my job?”

“What?”

“Do you think that, compared to the others in our team, I’m the least valuable. Or needed?” You finally looked up at him now, trying to read his reaction of you opening up - you barely have any conversations that could gain such a response.

“No not at all.”

“Then why do you, and the team, and everyone else, treat me like I’m less than?”

You faced him fully now, which he returned in extreme confusion. It seemed to come out of nowhere. His mouth was agape, but he had no answer.

“You were partnered with me because Hotch doesn’t trust me, the officer gave you the files because he thinks you’re more inclined to take charge, you started going through files I had already started going through.” Your voice raised slightly, arms flailing at your sides. You were so unfamiliar with this, opening up. So much so, that when you started, you couldn’t stop, “My parents never let me make decisions by myself, I was constantly ridiculed for asking for help, I’m constantly compared to others, and just when I thought I had found people that believed in me, everything switches!”

“I have never asked for help, I have never given the team my work, I’ve stayed behind every day to finish my work and I have never, ever, complained about working. So why?” Your voice started cracking, tears lining your lashes, “Why doesn’t anybody believe in me? Why am I so underestimated? I have proven to everyone, for my entire life, that I am capable. I don’t need help, I don’t need support. I- I- am fine- doing everything, everything!- by myself. So why now, does everyone seem to doubt me? What have I done, Spencer? Why don’t you trust me?” You took a deep breath and widened your eyes when you realise how close you had gotten to Spencer, how loud you had gotten, how many tears had fallen, and how much you had just revealed to a man you wanted to protect from your flaws the most.

Your chest rises and falls at a rapid pace as you take a few steps back, gripping one hand on the concrete railing. “Sorry, I… I haven’t been getting sleep lately. Sorry.”

Spencer’s quiet, lets you breathe, the fact that you haven’t run away is already a good sign. He searches your face for any more reason, and starts.

“We don’t underestimate you, especially not me.”

You raise your head.

“We aren’t… doubting you. Hotch has been worried about you.”

Your eyebrows furrow, “Me?” Spencer’s heart nearly crumbles at your surprise that someone would be thinking about you.

“Yes. Like you said, you leave work late, you never ask for help, you’re the most closed off in the team. At first, we thought you were just nervous about being in a new team but it’s been… nearly two years.” He looks you up and down, “You haven’t opened up one bit. At least not to him… only, me. That’s why he partnered me with you, not because he doubted your intelligence or capabilities. He doubted your stability.”

Spencer watched your hair drag behind you as you avoided his eyes once again, pinning your attention on the street below. Your cheeks shone slightly from the unwiped tears.

“I chose to go through the same box as you because I wanted to stay close to you.” He admitted.

You blink, a wave of sadness, anger, and somewhat relief rolling over you. You took a deep breath. “I don’t know how to… open up. Opening up is weak- was weak. Crying, complaining, asking for help… everything was weak.” You met his eyes again and you swore he sighed from relief, “I’m sorry for crying, and yelling. I’m sorry for wasting your time. But…”

You closed your eyes, fighting your instincts and learnt avoidance.

“I’m not sorry, for telling you. You’re probably the best person this could’ve happened with. Thank you.”

Spencer nodded, and smiled slightly. He reached out, pushed a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

“That’s what I’m here for. Always.”

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You snap back into the conversation your college friends were having, watching them laugh and point at their phones. “What? Sorry I zoned out.” you murmur. “You know Scott Barringer?-” your friend asks. “Yeah?” they all try to contain their laughter before explaining what you missed. “The guy has an Only Fans.” Once the words slip out your friends all continue dying laughing. You nervously chuckle, not seeing the big deal about the situation, times were tough for everyone in college, and he was a nice guy. You had him in your English class in your second year. 

“I paid for it and girl you gotta see-” your friend giggles. Before you can even say anything, her phone is in your hand and she's scrolling through photos of the man, exposed and on display. Your mouth becomes dry as you, not really by choice, look at picture after picture of his body. 

“Yeah apparently he also does some camboy shit for like 50 bucks an hour.” one of your friends adds “what a hoe.”  another snickers, taking back her phone. You nod along and continue dinner with your girlfriends. 

As you sit alone in your dorm room, you think about the pictures you saw. Photo after photo playing through your mind. Fuck it, you think. You search up the account on Only Fans, only to be left with no results. “Weird.” you shake off. 

“Listen if you're here to make fun of me you can keep your mouth shut.” Scott says as he continues to walk in the university hallway. You had seen him in the hallway and brought up the account. “No no it's not that at all.” you trot behind him. “I saw your account and i went to go see it again and i couldn't find it. The pictures were really good.” you admit. He stops walking away from you, turning to face you. “You think so?” he asks, seeming surprised. “Yeah.” you say awkwardly. “Well…..” he shoves his hands in his pockets and moves his body close to yours. “My chatroom is still open, only 50 dollars an hour, and you get me for whatever you want.” he whispers. your body is tense, unalive and still. “o-okay,” you stutter, not being able to conjure anything else out of your mouth. “okay.” he smiles. “9 o’clock, i'll be on. I hope to see you there.” a smirk is plastered on his face as he checks you up and down before turning his body around and continuing to walk in the direction he was headed. 

you shakily type in his username on your laptop once the time becomes nine. You notice he's already online and you start to get into the chat room quicker. The payment method comes onto your screen and you quickly type in your information. Once paid, a call flashes on your screen. Your palms sweat and you press the green button on the bottom left. 

When you see Scott on the screen, shirtless and sitting at his desk, your breath hitches and your eyes immediately wander towards his chest. “How are you?” he asks. “I uh i'm alright.” you manage to get out. He chuckles, being able to see your nerves. “Relax. There's no need to be all nervous.” he smiles. You nod and sit staring at your computer, not sure what you're supposed to be doing. “This is your first time doing this sort of thing isn't it?” he asks. You nod again sheepishly and he smiles at your innocence. “Why don’t I guide us through this then.” he says smoothly. You swallow hard and he takes that as a yes, knowing you're too nervous to make out words. 

“I'm gonna take my shorts off, and I want you to do the same.” he directs. You slowly obliged and slid your jeans down your thighs. “Pull your laptop down sweetheart, i wanna see too.” he smiles, pulling off his shorts and boxers. His cock is half hard as he sits back down in his desk chair, smirking as your lips part. You pull down your laptop screen, your blue lace panties being visible to Scott's view. His eyes darted around your thighs that were spread and layed over your calves as you blush at your camera. His hand moves to his length and he strokes himself as he watches you squirm. “Go on baby don't be shy.” he coos. 

Your hand snakes to your clothed clit and slowly circles the nub. You whine and your hips gently buck up to meet your fingers, your eyes glued to scott. “That’s it sweetheart, you got this.” he praises. “Can you pull off that shirt for me love?” he asks. You nod and pull your shirt over your head, your breasts falling out and onto display from your lack of a bra. His lips part and his hand quickens its pace. “God you're gorgeous.” he pants. 

Your fingers curl into your underwear, teasing your own folds and getting covered in slick. Scotts eyes are struck by you. He knows better than to ask too much of clients, but he can't help but want to see more of you. Hell to seeing you, he wants to be in you, tasting you, touching you. His other hand travels down to his balls, squeezing himself and groaning in pleasure. 

The sounds coming out of Scotts mouth feel like a reward. You enter a finger into yourself and whine at the small stretch. You quickly insert another, feeling needy and longing for more. Both you and Scott have your hands moving quickly and desperately. His whining and whimpers become louder and Scott and see your slick pooling out and covering your panties. His tip is a dark pink, spilling out precum and begging for release. 

“I'm gonna count to three, and when I get to three, I want you to come with me. I know your close baby.” he commands. You moan and nod desperately. He chuckles and begins counting. “One,... two,... three,....” the number is like a button was pressed, immediately hitting you with your orgasm. You moan loudly, cum dripping out of your folds and your eyes fixated on Scott, who has cum spurting out of his tip and covering his chest, moaning your name quietly, not really wanting you to hear him. Your fingers ride you out of your high and you eventually pull out your wet fingers and wipe them on your undies. You're panting and you wipe your sweat covered forehead and chuckle nervously. 

“You did amazing.” Scott compliments. “Why don’t I see you in person next time, free of charge.” 

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[meazalykov]

winner winner

emily fox x actress!reader

summary: your girlfriend is surprised when you mention her name at an event

the lights are bright as you sit at one of the front tables at the emmy awards, heart racing as the show plays out in front of you. 

your castmates are scattered around the table, all smiling and laughing between segments, but you can’t shake the nervous excitement settling in your stomach. 

you’ve been nominated for best actress in a drama series, and even though everyone keeps telling you how deserving you are, you can’t quite believe it.

you glance down at your phone, where a string of texts from emily fill the screen. 

emily: good luck babe!!!

emily: i'm so proud of you already

emily: everyone's watching here, don't stress <3

you can practically see her excited smile behind the messages, and it makes your heart swell. she’s back in london, watching the ceremony with her arsenal teammates, and just the thought of her staying up late to support you calms you slightly.

“you ready for this?” one of your co-stars leans over, nudging you playfully.

you give them a tight-lipped smile, fiddling with your rings. “as ready as i’ll ever be.”

the presenters return to the stage, and your category is announced just an hour after the show began. 

you try to focus on your breathing as the nominees are listed, your name flashing on the screen alongside clips from your show. your heart pounds in your chest, and then—

“and the emmy for best actress in a drama series goes to... y/n l/n!!!!!”

the world goes silent for a moment as you register the words, and then it hits you all at once. you’ve won. you can’t stop the grin from spreading across your face as your castmates erupt in cheers around you, hugging you tightly before you make your way to the stage.

the applause is loud, the lights almost blinding as you step up to the microphone, holding the emmy in your trembling hands. 

you glance out at the audience, overwhelmed by the gravity of the moment, and then you begin.

“wow... okay,” you laugh breathlessly, trying to calm your nerves. “i did not expect this, so i’ll try to keep it together.”

the audience chuckles softly, and you glance at your cast sitting at the table. “first, i want to thank my incredible co-stars. this show would be nothing without you guys. you’re all so talented, amazing, and supportive, and i feel so lucky to have worked alongside you.”

you take a deep breath, emotions catching up with you. “to my parents, thank you for always believing in me, even when this career felt like a far-fetched dream. and to the crew, the writers, the directors—everyone who worked tirelessly behind the scenes to make this show come to life—you’re the real heroes tonight.”

you pause, feeling a lightness in your chest as you approach the end of your speech. “and last but not least... emily,” you say with a smirk, eyes twinkling. “she knows what she did.”

the audience bursts into laughter, and you can already imagine the chaos that line will cause online. 

you grin wider, feeling a surge of warmth as you picture emily blushing back in london. 

“seriously, though, emily, your support means the world to me. i couldn’t have done this without you too.”

you finish with a few final words of gratitude before stepping off the stage, your heart still racing as you return to your seat, clutching the emmy tightly. 

your phone buzzes in your lap, and you can already see the notifications piling up—fans reacting to your speech, people congratulating you. but there’s one message you’re waiting for.

meanwhile, in london, emily sits wide-eyed in front of the tv, surrounded by her arsenal teammates—leah, katie, caitlin, kyra, and lia.

when your speech finishes, the room erupts.

“she mentioned you!” leah exclaims, clapping emily on the back.

“emily too,” katie teases, mimicking your voice with a grin. “you’re famous now.”

emily buries her face in her hands, cheeks burning red. “oh my god, stop!”

“that was so cute!” kyra says, nudging emily with her elbow. “you didn’t tell us she’d say something like that.”

“i didn’t know!” emily protests, still flustered. “she’s just—ugh, she’s amazing.”

“so when’s the wedding?” caitlin jokes, and everyone bursts into laughter, including emily, though she can’t hide the proud smile spreading across her face.

hours later, you finally return to your hotel suite, the weight of the emmy still surreal in your hands. 

as soon as the door shuts behind you, you dial emily’s number, eager to hear her voice.

she picks up on the second ring. “hey, you.”

“hey,” you grin, sinking onto the couch, exhausted but exhilarated. 

“did you watch?”

“of course i watched! you were incredible, y/n. seriously, we’re all freaking out over here.”

“you’re freaking out? well, i’m not surprised– you were probably blushing.” you laugh. 

emily groans on the other end. “i knew that was coming. you couldn’t resist, could you?”

“nope,” you reply cheekily, settling deeper into the cushions. “but i meant it, em. your support really does mean the world to me. i wouldn’t have gotten through any of this without you.”

there’s a pause on the other end, and when emily speaks again, her voice is softer. “that’s sweet of you to say. i’m just so proud of you. i knew you’d win.”

“i still can’t believe it,” you admit, glancing at the emmy sitting on the table across from you. “it feels like a dream.”

“well, believe it,” emily says with a smile in her voice. “you earned it.”

you close your eyes, the sound of her voice easing the whirlwind of emotions still swirling inside you. 

“i can’t wait to see you when i get back to london.”

“me neither,” emily replies. “but for now, just enjoy your night. you deserve it.”

you smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “i love you, em.”

“i love you too.”

as the call ends, you look around the quiet room, the emmy glinting in the soft light. you smile, happy to be a winner and to have a winner supporting you back home.

masterlist

[radioactiverats]

Mentor Starscream x seeker!reader (12/?)

Sorry for the wait!! I’ve just been tired recently and words are still not wording :,) On my day off I was agonising over how to write a snapshot and ended up writing something entirely different, so I guess it worked out in the end…?? I will take things into my own grubby little hands and kick that plot muscle into gear… Thank you all for your kind comments in the meantime <3

Direct continuation of part (9/?). Bit more of fixing Starscream up after his failed attempt to assassinate Megatron.

———

“Megatron thinks I’m dead,” Starscream says bluntly. On seeing your wince, he quickly adds, “Which I’m not.”

He’s still weak; it’s the first time he’s come online in days, after all - days which you’d spent elbow deep in energon, coolant blurring your vision as you fought for his spark. You can’t be blamed for being worried. There’s light in his optics and colour in his plates, but the welds and dried energon don’t do much by way of helping you forget just how close he was to dying. The uncharacteristically limp way he’s slumped against a rock doesn’t really help your nerves, either.

Your fingers curl into fists as you fight to hide the tremor in your servos. He doesn’t need this right now, not when he needs to prioritise his recovery - both for his sake and yours. Attempting to calm yourself, you glance around the cave - enough energon to keep you going for a while without having to ration it. Thank Primus you’d decided to spend idle time digging it out. Even in its raw form, Cybertronians could consume it safely - they just didn’t prefer to. Processed energon went down way smoother, and didn’t have that strange, unfiltered taste that came from the impurities in its solid form. That was one thing you’d discovered about Starscream - he absolutely hated the taste.

To the extent that, just a joor ago, you’d started to grow sick of cajoling him into ingesting more to aid his sluggish systems - but it was only when panic began to colour your frustration that you decided enough was enough. You hadn’t just spent three sleepless cycles putting him back together only for him to reject the fuel he needed because it “tasted horrendous”. Which was how you found yourself on his lap in an effort to pin him down, batting his servos away - even injured, you hadn’t expected him to put up such a fight. The cave quickly filled with his screeching over your shouts that it would be good for him, as you tried to shove a chunk of energon into his intake.

It was probably down to the weakness of his recovering frame that he’d finally accepted the chunk of energon with a sound of disgust - even more disgusting due to its lukewarm temperature, by virtue of being clasped in your servo for too long (entirely his fault). That, and the pleading look in your optics. Ordinarily, he’d have long overpowered you. But even if he won over you in size and strength, you’d still have your ultimate weapon - what did the Terrans call it again? Thundercracker had excitedly informed you of the term after a solar cycle of bingeing his Terran movies - puppy dog optics? Whatever it was, it worked without fail on Starscream. You grimly foresee yourself using this tactic a lot in order to keep him properly fuelled.

In any case, the slight tremor of your frame doesn’t escape his notice. He wordlessly reaches a servo out to you, and you gratefully clasp it in your smaller ones. Big. Warm. Alive. Grounding you enough to turn your processor back to the matter at hand - Megatron’s presumption that Starscream was out of the picture.

Honestly, this felt to you like a once-in-a-lifetime chance. You’d rather take your chances as a neutral than go crawling back to the Decepticons, but you’re not sure if Starscream feels the same. Ambition was what gave him purpose. No matter his position, always thinking about how to improve, how to gain more. You watch his faceplate carefully, grip tightening inadvertently on his servo. Oddly enough, he doesn’t seem as angry as you’d thought he’d be.

“The only regrettable thing is that we’d lose access to quite a few valuable resources,” Starscream mutters, more to himself than to you. He can make things work, though. He’s no stranger to fighting for survival, scouting for resources, hiding away, going days without energon. You, though, require further consideration. You won’t offline, not if he has anything to say about it. It doesn’t please him to put you in such a position, though - it’s no life for a young seeker. Still, war is war. He reluctantly concedes that its better than putting you squarely back into Megatron’s line of fire. Starscream scowls. Strategy didn’t necessitate manoeuvring around his own feelings before; his own emotions would only hold him back.

…But with you in the picture, he can’t find it in himself to mind.

He glances at you then, only to see that you’re looking timidly at him with a question clear in your optics.

“We’re… not going back?” You ask, hesitantly. Had you read him wrongly?

His optics narrow for a second, caught off guard by your question.

“…Do you want to go back?”

“No,” You say quickly.

“I thought so,” He snorts, groaning as he tries to shift himself upright, a jut of rock digging uncomfortably into his wing. You rush to help him and even now, it’s a surprise that he lets you. “Why would you ask that, then?”

“I just thought you might have… unfinished business? Like… being leader of the Decepticons, or something…?”

He’d mentioned it often, during his rants in the privacy of your shared habsuite. “If I were leader,” he’d growl, “I would…”

As leader, he’d proceed to talk your audial off about what policy he’d implement instead of Megatron’s existing one. You’d listened halfheartedly, not as invested in power as he was - but his ideas did make sense.

He’s still staring at you, as if just realising that your interpretation of events had been wholly different from his.

“You…”

He groans again. You’re too young for politics. Was it a good thing that he’d managed to keep you out of it? The brutal struggle for power, all the underhanded scheming, living with a target on your back? Or should he have told you earlier about the power dynamics at play in the Decepticon high command?

Well, either way, it’s too late for that now. What gets him, though, is that you clearly hadn’t understood the rationale behind his obsessive grab for power.

“The more power I have,” Starscream says tiredly, “the safer you are. I hope you at least know the position I held within the Decepticon ranks?”

“I know that,” You mutter sullenly. So maybe you’d misread the situation, but it wasn’t like you knew nothing about him. Did he really think you cared so little? “You’re Second-in-Command.”

Starscream sniffs, momentarily placated. “Ex-second-in-command now, I suppose,” He mutters to himself, turning his optics to the ceiling. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

You roll your optics at that. He does have a flair for the dramatic. Sure, you couldn’t hope to understand going from leader of the Cybertronian High Guard to Second-in-Command of a civil war faction to… whatever this was, now. In your eyes, though, he’d always been your commander, and he always would be. Perhaps that was why you didn’t feel as shaken as you thought you’d be. You suppose that not everybody could be lucky enough to have a constant to rely on.

“So,” Your esteemed commander presses on, “Who is the only bot who ranks above me?”

Surely not a trick question. “Megatron.”

“Exactly. And who just beat you to a pulp a few solar cycles ago?”

You stare sulkily at the cave floor. “…Megatron.”

“Who, then,” Starscream pushes on, despite the uncharacteristic patience in his voice, - “would I have to outrank to ensure that nobody beats you up?”

“Mega… Oh.”

Starscream tips his helm back, studying the energon crystals that twinkle on the roof of the cave as you have your mini existential crisis beside him.

“Megatron has gone too far,” He says tiredly. “Of course I want more power. So much more can be accomplished with power. But… I’m not sure I agree with what Megatron’s doing anymore.” Not after seeing what he did to you, is what goes unsaid. “Does leadership matter if it’s over a cause I no longer believe in?”

He blinks, shifts distractedly in place as if he suddenly has an idea. “Or maybe, I could start my own faction… then, I’d naturally be leader of it, and…”

And I can keep you safe, is the second thing that goes unsaid.

“…You need to rest,” You eventually say. Anything to intervene before he gets too lost in his processor. Your own processor spins with the weight of his confession, but you can’t have him burning out now because he’s thinking too hard in his current state.

You also don’t want to think about the implications of him nearly dying just for your sake.

He does seem quite woozy, anyway. “Recharge,” You murmur. “No one’s looking for us, right? And even if they are, I’ll be keeping watch.”

His optics slide to yours. Not entirely sharp as they normally would be, but he’s there. You know he’s heard you.

After a nanoklik, he nods, and you help him into a more comfortable position.

Unfortunately, it’s another few days before he surfaces again. His frame is wracked with fever as the nanites do their work. Primus must hate you, because you spend another few nights without recharge to ensure that he doesn’t overheat and fry his own circuits in the process. As if his condition wasn’t spark-wrenching enough, he has a habit of babbling incoherently at random times - “Who is Genvo?” You whisper to him, as you manually try to cool his frame down - but all that comes in response is a soft, agonized moan. Your designation comes up a lot, too. “I’m here,” You say desperately. “Sir, can you hear me?” Cupping his heated faceplate with shaky servos as you try to get through to him, but your voice falls on deaf audials.

You’re finally granted a glimpse of hope when on the third day, exhaustion compounds your panic and twists it into a holler of his designation right into his faceplate.

“Starscream!” You shout, trying to keep your voice steady. No such luck with your servos, though, which tremble as you cup his helm. “You can’t leave me, not like this, in the middle of some stupid cave on a planet ten thousand hics from Cybertron!”

Miraculously, his optics snap open. Glassy, but staring straight at you. His intake moves, but no sound comes out. You know you don’t have much time to make your appeal, but you know exactly what you want from him.

“Come back,” You plead. He stares at you for a klik more, those glassy optics boring into yours like he's staring straight into your spark. Even though his optics shutter straight after, you somehow feel like he had received your message - and sure enough, after another exhausting night of watching over him, he blinks online the following morning as if nothing had ever happened.

Even though you’d shared a habsuite for so long, you feel like you’ve never actually watched him wake up. He was usually long gone no matter how early you blinked online, so it’s a novel sight for your bleary optics as his systems come online - minuscule twitches of his faceplate, steam hissing from his vents.

His optics cycle open, focusing on the ceiling for a klik before darting over to you, as if he’d known where you were even before coming online.

"Cadet?" Starscream says, his vocalizer rough.

He makes an attempt to get up, but it’s sabotaged by the weight of your frame as you throw yourself at him, your relief surpassed only by exhaustion.

“Finally,” You mutter. You’re incredibly deprived of recharge, and tiredness has completely nerfed your inhibitions. Your small servos roam frantically over his frame, as if making sure he’s whole, making sure he’s really here. Starscream quietly allows you to confirm that he’s alright, optics tracking every shred of emotion that crosses your faceplate. His plates are a normal temperature, welds holding shut, wings responsive. Optics bright and alert, colour back to his plates. You allow yourself to ex-vent with relief. At last, satisfied by the fact that he’s actually, fully healed, a hysterical laugh escapes your vocaliser, a sharp sound layered in static as you finally collapse onto his chassis. “No one’s looking for us,” You inform him cheerfully, before he can say anything. “I’m going to recharge before my processor explodes and fragging kills us both.”

Before he can reprimand you for unseemly language, you’re out like a light.

Starscream blinks, taking in the sight of you sprawled half on top of him, optics shuttered and a klik away from drooling on his chassis.

Your plates are dulled with dried energon - his, most likely. At least, he hoped it was - better his than yours.

Starscream takes stock of his systems, finding that he was more or less functioning at optimum capacity.

He shakes his helm in disbelief, a raspy chuckle escaping his vocaliser.

You deserved this recharge. That, and so much more.

Perhaps he needn’t be so worried about your capacity for survival, after all. But for now, Starscream carefully gathers you close, watching tenderly as you ex-vent and nestle closer, making yourself comfortable in the crook of his arm, against his frame.

Nothing’s going to disturb your well-earned recharge if he has anything to say about it. Everything that comes after can wait - because for once, time is on your side.

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Rock form (rock candy lol) energon to me basically has that “tonic water” negative taste. Lol

[pepi1989]

Unexpected - Matt Sturniolo

You didn’t know how it happened so fast. One minute, you were just posting your usual updates, and the next, the internet turned against you over something small and totally taken out of context. It was ridiculous, but the backlash hit hard. Texts from “friends” became rare, and DMs were either invasive or just… hurtful. The whole situation had left you feeling stranded and unsure of who you could even talk to.

After a week of laying low and trying to brush it off, the loneliness started gnawing at you. Finally, you decided to reach out to Nick, the one person in LA you felt you could trust. You headed over to his place, hoping for some much-needed distraction, or maybe even just a little reminder that this mess wouldn’t last forever.

When you knocked on the door, though, it was Matt who answered. He looked a little surprised to see you standing there, a bit unsteady and clearly distressed, but his expression softened almost immediately.

“Hey… you okay?” he asked, holding the door open wider.

You gave him a small, forced smile. “Not really, actually. I was looking for Nick, but if he’s not here, I can just…”

“He’s at some space camp reunion thing,” Matt said, giving you a gentle smile. “But… you can hang out with me if you want. I know I’m not Nick, but I’m a pretty good listener.”

Relief flooded over you, and you followed him inside, grateful not to be alone. The two of you settled on the couch, and for the first time since the backlash had started, you felt yourself open up. Matt listened intently, asking questions that showed he genuinely cared, nodding in that quiet, understanding way of his. When you teared up, he didn’t flinch or look away; instead, he reached out, offering a comforting pat on your shoulder that quickly turned into a steady hug.

“I get it,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “People can be brutal online, especially when they don’t know the whole story. It’s messed up.”

You laughed through your sniffles. “Yeah, exactly. I feel like I don’t even know who my friends are anymore.”

“Well, I’m here,” Matt said, looking you in the eye. “And I’m not just saying that. If you need someone to talk to, or just… I don’t know, someone to sit with, you can always come to me.”

Over the next few days, you took Matt up on that offer more than once. Some nights, he’d invite you over to hang out, watch movies, or just chill. Other times, he’d text you out of the blue, little messages to check in or share something funny. The time you spent together was easy and comforting, a reprieve from the noise and negativity of everything else.

Then, after a few days, Nick finally got back and immediately noticed the way you and Matt had grown close. At one point, you were all hanging out in the living room when he just blurted out, “You know, you and Matt are totally made for each other.”

You felt your face heat up, laughing it off and shooting a look at Matt, who just scratched his neck, looking a little flustered. But the thought lingered, and when you were leaving that evening, Matt walked you to the door, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Hey, um,” he started, glancing at you with a soft smile. “I know things are rough right now, but… if you’re up for it, I’d really like to take you out sometime. Just us, like… a real date.”

You felt a smile spread across your face, warmth replacing the nerves from the past week. “I’d like that a lot, actually.”

Matt grinned, looking a bit relieved. “Great. And remember, no matter what the internet says, I’ve got your back.”

And as you walked back to your car, that cloud of negativity felt a little lighter. For the first time since this whole mess had started, you felt a spark of genuine happiness.

[quarterlifekitty]

To add to my earlier ask about how I have more step-dad Nik, your add on was so good because absolutely. Yes. Sweet girl is too fucked out to ask about protection or to think of anything other than Nik fucking load after load into her. She also doesn't think to ask for protection the next day in the shower since Nik gets her so worked up with his mouth first. Makes her cum on his tongue at least twice before fucking a few more out of her and filling her again. Cleans her up too, happy to hold his sweet girl and bathe her. Now I don't know how but she manages to get Nik to let her leave a second time (Nik is getting a new house ready closer to her college so she can attend online schooling, he doesn't want her feeling stir crazy when she's further along after all) and about a month after getting back she finds out she's pregnant. And despite being absolutely terrified of the situation she doesn't want to get rid of it, or at least keeps putting it off out of nerves. She eventually asks Nik if she can come visit and he's like 'oh, I sold that house, too many memories with the ex, new house is much closer to you though, do not worry' and he picks her up. Hand on her thigh the whole way to his (their) new home. She tries to act normal and everything but Nikolai can tell his sweet girl is distressed and presses her for the reason. Eventually she caves and tearfully confesses she's pregnant and she's 'so sorry' that she was so reckless and that she swears she won't bother him with anything and she'll go and he doesn't have to worry about her. And Nik only smiles 'Ah, what makes you think I'm mad? Hmm? And on that note, what makes you think that I'm not going to keep my pretty girl right here where I can take care of her?' and while SD should definitely be nervous and the red flags should be waving she never had a great basis for healthy relationships and she is falling for Nik as ashamed as she was of it at first. She keeps asking him if he's sure and it gets to a point where he just picks her up and takes her to their bed to show her just how sure he is. Funny side note Nik fully shoots her mom a text with something like 'thanks for introducing me to my soon to be wife, you should expect grandchildren within a year. Don't expect to see them though.' (take any dialog I type as an idea of what someone says cause I'm ass at typing in character) Once again thank you for listening to my rambling

Bro please ramble here all the time forever. I love this and I owe you my life.

Nik sending his ex a picture— doesn’t have your face in it, but you’re wearing like the one piece of family jewelry you ever got from her side of the family. It’s got your baby bump, and his hand holding yours— got a pretty ring on it now, too. And then he blocks her <3

Also reader like 100% has daddy issues in this one. Like her mom is piece of work and her dad is completely absent for whatever reason— when was the last time someone took care of her? Probably back when she was physically incapable of caring for herself. From the moment she could dress and feed herself she was on her own. It’s why it’s so painfully easy for her to fall into things with Nik. After a life that kind of treatment, Nik’s brand of doting is like crack.

And I like to imagine, while she might not know this in a full conscious way, she wanted to keep the baby because she fully expected Nikolai to leave her. It’s what she’s used to— and it’s strange for her to depend on him so much when he’s just her former stepfather, no? She’s constantly second guessing herself about leaning on him even a little— that she’s probably bothering him, and he’s just too kind to tell her off. But she does love him. So things would be hard, to raise the baby on her own, but at least she’d have a piece of him with her. She could remember the moments they shared that way, even when he left her.

She’s in for the fucking, no, the lovemaking of a lifetime when she confesses that little tidbit to him.

(This is all just my humble onion as this story is yours lol but this is what goes on in my imagination realm)

[admirationandromantics]

A Little Tipsy

Ugh, I can't contain myself. I loved writing this. Gaming turning to sex? Fucking hell, that's what I live for (ps, also see my fic named "Video Games...", and you'll understand)

Word count: 2,9k (Unedited)

thinking about tipsy chris losing all his nerves and being really straightforward and flirty with reader when she invites him over for drinks and gaming.. jesus.. christ.. the sex would be INSANE -@nerd-space

I put the wine in the fridge, hoping that it’ll turn cold before Chris arrives. It is our weekly game night, but this time, we were bringing alcohol into the equation. I’ve had a long week, and Chris had no protests, so I went out and got some. Not only wine, but a couple of beers and the star of all, vodka. It’s disgusting, but at least it’ll make me relax. 

I figured out that since we would be drinking, an online game is not the best. My progress and rank can be harmed, so therefore we would be playing a series of nintendo games. I have it all set up, mario kart, party, even the bros games. So the get together was still going to be a gaming night. 

A loud knock on the door pulls my attention away from the popcorn. Instead of leaving it in the microwave and opening the door for him, I simply shout. 

“It’s open, just walk straight inside”

The door opens, a pair of heavy footsteps coming inside, the howling of the wind sounding through the space, an ice cold breeze brushing against my face. It really is cold outside today. 

“You know, you’ve been here so many times that knocking seems a bit too formal” I comment, taking out the popcorn and pouring it in a bowl. 

“Just trying to be a gentleman” Chris says, walking into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. He’s wearing an oversized hoodie, a nerdy print on the front. I don’t know what game it’s from, but it seems old. 

“If you were a gentleman, you would have come picked me up and drove me to you place” 

“Hm, so I guess I’m not” 

“Not really” I laugh, giving him the bowl. Instead of taking it, he grabs a big handful of the content, stuffing his mouth. 

“And that” I point at him. “Is another reason you’re not a gentleman” 

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry. Here, let me take the bowl” He states, walking by my side, mouth still full. His hand is reached out, but I hold the item away from him, making sure he can’t reach it. 

“You lost your chance at chivalry, Hartley” I joke, walking even faster to make him catch up. He doesn’t do much, swallowing and letting out a small laugh. 

“Well, okay then. Have you prepared the switch?” 

“You mean me? Don’t you think asking me that is a bit direct?” 

His cheeks flush a light pink, eyes diverting my gaze just for a moment. I love teasing him like this, he always gets so embarrassed, and cannot handle it. I give him a small nudge with my hand, getting him back to reality. 

“I’m messing with you, of course I have” 

“Y-yeah, that’s good” 

We continue the evening, getting a couple of glasses of wine down before starting to feel the effects. My cheeks are red, but the alcohol is the imposter in that area. Mostly. His thigh continuously keeps pressing against mine, his body swaying to direct the race car on screen. He wins again, and again, and again. It’s almost boring playing with him, always winning these types of games. 

“Who even sweat-games Mario Kart? That’s a bit much don’t you think?” I punch his arm, unaware if I do it too hard. He doesn’t seem bothered by it, just laughing and finishing the race once again. I keep going, the speed unbelievable. Gosh, it’s embarrassing how bad I turn when tipsy. 

“Here, let me help you” He states, scooting up halfway behind me, hands going around my body. 

“You don’t think I’m gonna make it?” I say, sighing loudly. 

“Absolutely not” 

“I’m just one lap behind the others, it’s not that bad considering we’re on the hardest difficulty” I lean back against him, letting his hands go over mine on the controller. 

“Speaking of laps” He says, and before I can comprehend what’s happening, his arms grab my hips, pulling me upon him, arms going around me once again. I don’t think my face can turn redder than it already is, and my mind is fighting my body from starting to grind on him, old fantasies roaming through me. Luckily, he doesn’t seem to notice, eyes on the screen as he presses my fingers down on several buttons, occasionally leaning a bit to the side, which makes me stop several sounds from escaping my throat. 

“And, there!” he exclaims, and I reach the finish line, not last at least. He grabs my hips again, lifting me up and down beside him. I almost whine from the lack of him, almost. 

“I guess I’m not the best at Mario Kart in my state” I laugh, leaving the controller on my side and leaning back on the couch. He watches me intently, eyes going over my body. I take a stretch, shifting my gaze away. He lifts one of his legs up, resting the ankle on his other knee, completely spread out. Fucking hell, he’s hot. 

“Okay, so do you want to play something else?” he asks, a small smirk on his lips. I turn to him again, the arms of his hoodie dragged up, making his muscular lower arms visible, veins showing. I follow them, reaching all the way down to his hands, his long fingers which just a minute ago were on mine, putting pressure down and guiding me. 

“You know, if you’re just gonna stare, we might sit like this all night” 

I look up, mouth a bit open, trying to find a comeback. He caught me. Fucking hell. I’m usually the one who makes fun of him, and now, my head won’t let me fight back. My mouth keeps opening as if to say something, but ultimately fails me, nothing coming to mind. 

“And that mouth might be put to better use than just opening and closing like that” he smirks, before turning his attention back to the game, starting another round. I watch him in silence, taking a deep, quiet breath, composing myself a little. Who was this, and where is Chris? I’ve met him drunk before at parties, but his goody comments and funny nature is usually what’s shining. Now, he’s so forward, even more than I am at times. 

I shift back to the game, thighs rubbing hard against each other, making it difficult to find a comfortable position. The game starts, and I try to keep my attention on it, but my gaze continuously goes back to him, watching as he calmly relaxes. His back against the couch, fingers moving fastly unbothered. 

“You’re going the wrong way” he whispers, nudging my thighs. I gasp, so weakly I pray he didn’t hear it. Or if he did, he hopefully thought it was a surprise because of my bad driving skills. 

“You’re usually much better than this” he comments, and I nod in agreement. Maybe alcohol just makes me way more horny and turned on than usual? Especially when he sits like that, nonchalant and confident. A way I’ve never noticed before. The game pauses, and I look over at him, a bit confused. 

“What, I was doing better” 

“No, you weren’t” 

I sigh, throwing my head back in defeat. This was not a usual gaming night where I won at least thirty percent of the races. Now, even the bots are better than me. 

“Hey, lesson, come here” his fingers guide me, and I scoot over, sitting tightly beside him. 

“No, not like that” he shakes his head, grabbing my thighs once again, lifting me on his lap and letting me straddle him. I bite my lips, unsure what he’s about to do. Oh gosh. His belt buckle is perfectly placed underneath me, and I have to fight my instinct to move. This is torture. 

“No need to get so flustered, I have seen you worse” he smiles, disconnecting his own controller, and fastening mine on my wrist. 

“Wait what?” I ask, wondering what he means. He’s seen me worse? 

“Yeah, you know, when I walked in on you” he says, casually as if that’s something to be expected. I shake my head, wondering what he means. 

“When was this?” 

“When you got yourself off in the shower” he says, clicking a few buttons. Does he not understand the gravity of his words? What has he heard? Or seen? Every single time I do that, I think of him, so what if he’s heard. 

“Wait, Chris, I can explain” I try, but he interrupts me. 

“No, no. I didn’t know you were in there, my fault for coming in. You screamed my name so loud I took the hint to go” 

“No, I just mean, you weren’t meant to hear that, I’m sorry, I understand if you find it weird and just want to go and stuff…” 

He looks back to me, confused eyes and furrowed brows, as if trying to figure out something. I look pleadingly back, please don’t let this ruin our relationship. A few seconds go by, painfully slow as he realisation washes over him. I get a bit confused, not understanding what’s so difficult to understand. 

“Wait, you didn’t know I was in there?” he asks, voice low and tone serious. His mouth is a bit open, his chest falling quicker up and down under my hands than before. 

“No, but-” I start, but then it hits me. He thought I screamed his name because he walked in, not realising it was because I was thinking of him. And now…

“And you screamed my name not because I was in there but because you were-”

“No, no, no, no, no” I shake my head. I’ve buried myself, I never meant for him to find out, I should’ve just shut my mouth before, listening before drawing conclusions. Shit, shit, shit. I’m about to get off him, but his grip tightens on my thighs, pressing me further down on his buckle, causing a small moan to escape my lips. 

“Fucking hell. You were pleasuring yourself by the thought of me” he says, more of a conclusion than a question. I can’t even look at him. Mouth wide open trying to conjure anything in my defence, but alas, my words fail me. 

“Have you been doing that every time before these types of nights? Before we meet?” 

I don’t know what to answer, a small “uh” leaving my lips. The corner of his lips slowly drags upwards, a small chuckle coming from deep within. 

“L-listen, Chris” 

“No, you listen here” he counters, dragging me down and closer to him, the buckle giving that extra bit of friction to me. I give a small hum, which makes him look down for a split second, wondering what the fuss is about. His eyes find mine again, mouth opening, biting his lip with his head tilting. 

“Okay, wait a second now” he smirks, finally understanding. 

“So, you’ve been struggling with yourself since we began? All those small movements that I only figured was because you were sitting uncomfortably…” 

“Chris-”

“No, no, no”

My breathing gets heavier, struggling to contain myself as his hands grip harder, starting to slowly make me grind on him. The extreme friction, after being left unnoticed all night, all these balled up feelings, emotions all over the place. Confusion, heat, desire, and passion. Everything comes up at once as I tightly grab his shoulders for support, much-needing pleasure shooting through me. 

“Chris!” 

“Oh, yeah. That’s it” he whispers, one hand coming up behind my neck and pulling me closer. I can’t help it, the urge, the need, the craving. I want him badly, and this confident person I’m sitting on, is making it much more difficult to keep myself in control. I meet his lips with mine, moaning into the kiss as he keeps up the rhythm underneath us. His teeth capture my lower lip, biting down until a whimper escapes me, making him smirk even more. 

He changes our position, working on the controller in my hand, letting loose the ribbon around my wrist. I’m about to take hold of him when both my hands are grabbed with one of his. My wrists against each other as he lifts them over my head, laying me down horizontally on the couch, body towering over me. 

His other hand goes to the hem of my sweatpants, feeling around the area before moving underneath. I gasp at the sensation, his fingers warm as they trace the hem of my underwear. 

“All the time when you wear this type of clothing… I always wonder how easy they can come off” he whispers, breath hot against my ear. Lips go to kiss down under it, moving to my neck, leaving painful suck marks all over. 

“C-Chris” I whimper, his name coming out as more of a pleading. 

“Mhm, yeah. You want me so bad, don’t you?” 

I hum in response, nodding my head weakly as his fingers go down to my folds, feeling the soaked fabric. My hips buckle up, needly craving his touch. The action makes him let out a small laugh. 

“And for so long too” 

“W-When did you turn so cocky?” I ask, finally managing to conjure something else than mere sounds. 

“What, you’ve never noticed before?” 

“No” 

“Well, then you’re in for an experience” 

He moves the fabric to the side, fingers coated by my wetness, moving slowly up and down. A melody of sounds escape me, back curling as he reaches my clit, fingertips moving teasingly. 

“So incredibly needy. I should’ve just joined you in the shower when I heard you screaming my name” 

“Chris…”

“Now let us see if I can make you scream it even louder” 

His fingers go to my entrance, pushing two of them in, knuckle deep, testing how much I can take. I give a loud moan, and he captures my lips in his again, swallowing every single sound I make. His hips lowers down on me, letting me feel his hard boner underneath his pants. 

Fingers start pumping, all while I try to break my hands free from his grasp, wanting to touch him. He goes almost all out before slamming them back in, his thumb rubbing my clit softly at the same time. His lips leave mine, going to my jaw and neck, kissing and biting. My pulse skyrocketing, all my oxygen going straight to the wave of sounds coming from my mouth as he keeps going. My core starts building up, tension collecting as I ride his fingers, feeling his hair on my chin as his lips move down to my collar. 

“Chris!” 

“And no bra? You really wanted this to happen” he whispers, making shivers run down my spine. He caresses me with his mouth, my clothing so thin he can feel my nipples harden underneath him. I can’t muster words as he keeps up his pace, legs giving out and all my energy going to my hands, wanting to touch him again. 

He takes me over the edge, moaning loudly as pleasure runs through my body, letting me ride out the high on his fingers before pulling them out. I breathe out heavily, trying to steady myself as his head comes up to mine again, making me watch as his hands go into his mouth, sucking his fingers dry. 

“Now, how about we go to the bedroom?” 

***

I wake up, not having a hangover. We didn’t drink much after all, none of us being drunk, just tipsy. It flusters me how he acted last night, his cocky self being something I’ve never noticed before. I turn to him, naked beside me, chest going up and down in a steady rhythm. My hand carefully makes its way to his messy hair, fingers combing through it. His own goes to grab my wrist, giving me flashbacks to last night’s activities. He drags me over to him, capturing my naked body in his arms. 

“Are you staring at me while I’m sleeping?” he whispers, voice hoarse and sexy. 

“Well, you don’t seem to be sleeping” I tease, leaning into him. 

“Fucking hell, that was a long night” 

“You don’t say. I’ve never seen you so cocky before” 

“Cocky, or confident” he tries to defend, and I roll my eyes and lean over to grab my phone, showing him a couple of messages from Josh. 

Josh: Yeah, he gets like that. Careful though, he might be cocky as shit, but he’s also too honest for his own good, so I at least hope you got fucked good

“Wait what! You told him we fucked?” he asks, eyes widening and body suddenly completely awake. I laugh, giving him the phone and letting him see the previous messages. 

“No, he figured that out himself. I just had to check if you behaved like this every time you drank, and if this was a one-time-thing” 

“Judging by how often you’ve screamed my name the last 12 hours, I don’t think you want it to be that” 

“And judging by what you said last night, I think you’ve been thinking about this way more than I have” I shoot back while he keeps laughing. He throws the phone away, capturing my lips once again. 

“You know, about that shower…”

[pookietv]

online embarrassment (part two!) | arthurtv

a dedication to @casualvanilla into bullying me to write a part two :3

being curious about arthur and his seemingly strange occupation choice, in your eyes at least, of commentating 90 day fiance, you decided that you may as well watch a little of the show, seeing if you could see what made it so interesting.

especially since you and him had been talking much more frequently, playing a couple of games of chess together most evenings, over discord calls and instagram messages

and your curiosity had definitely been quashed once you had watched as much as you could stomach of insanely dysfunctional relationships, exploitation and men going for women far too young for them.

so, with your newfound knowledge, you decided to text arthur again.

youruser: why is literally every couple on 90 day fiance either insanely malfunctioning or borderline exploitative

arthurtv: ah, i see you have exposed yourself to the world of discovery+

arthurtv: and in all honesty, that is kind of the grim premise of the show, a kind of strangely twisted curiosity makes us all watch them fall apart

youruser: grim is definitely the word for it

arthurtv: so are you doing anything tonight?

youruser: unfortunately, i have little plans that don't involve reading so many academic journals until my eyeballs fall out :(

arthurtv: i never even asked you what you study?

youruser: oh, i study politics with a focus on international law right now :)

arthurtv: no way! i studied law when i was at uni

youruser: when was that, fifteen years ago?

arthurtv: ha ha very funny i am twenty eight

arthurtv: ps, you're almost as dedicated to your uni work as you are to your outrageous bishop sacrifices

youruser: anyway, are you doing anything tonight?

arthurtv: going round to some of my friends house cause he's forcing us to rewatch the lord of the rings series

arthurtv: though that is fair enough because i have forced him to watch harry potter so many times

youruser: i've never even seen harry potter

arthurtv: WHAT

youruser: oopsie

youruser: just never got round to it

arthurtv: you need to watch it!!!!

youruser: it just doesn't seem like my kind of thing!

arthurtv: we can't be friends anymore smh

youruser: that sounds great! blocking you rn

arthurtv: shut up you

arthurtv: anyway, i had an idea, if you're down

youruser: and what would that idea be

arthurtv: i think we should meet up and play actual chess on an actual chessboard (and maybe drink a few bevs)

youruser: well, i mean, i don't even know if i should be meeting you, after all you are the Insane Chess Killer Man >:)

youruser: and if i didn't know any better, sounds like you're describing a date

arthurtv: hm that's a good point, i was looking for a new victim

youruser: are you referencing the insane chess killing or the date as the victim?

arthurtv: you can't see me but i am rolling my eyes so hard right now

youruser: okay, a truce on the serial killer jokes

arthurtv: thank god. what about tomorrow night?

youruser: drunk chess and a takeaway sounds good to me

youruser: the classiest first date

so that was that, he had texted you his address and to come round at seven so he could, in his words, destroy you in chess.

after a long day at uni and a slight worry, though you didn't know why, about meeting him, you started to get ready to go to his house.

since you were just going to his house, you settled on some flared leggings and a soft blue jumper, tying your hair into a somewhat tamed ponytail before looking in the mirror, making sure your light makeup hadn't smudged too much after a day of back to back lectures and discussion groups.

he didn't live too far from you, surprisingly, just a couple tube stops away, so you decided to walk, about twenty five minutes to his apartment, in a block of flats facing the river thames, and as you arrived at the building and pressed the button in the elevator for his floor, slightly picking at your nails with nerves.

what if it was insanely awkward in person? or what if he is a weird catfish looking for victims on chess websites? that seemed insane, right?

but your mind was working overtime as the buttons lit up and the elevator door opened, and you tried to unfurrow your eyebrows and look for his door number, finding it towards the end of the hall.

you waited a moment before knocking, bringing your hand up and timidly rapping it against the dark wood of the door.

when it swung open, and you saw that he was indeed who he said he was, or at least who he was on his instagram pictures, you smiled a little in relief.

"arthur! hi, it's nice to meet you, well, in person, you know..." you giggled a slight bit quietly as he gave you a friendly hug.

"you too! didn't know if i was just being catfished or something," he joked a little awkwardly back.

"me a catfish? i figured you would be a catfish, what would i even be catfishing you for?" you joked back, and he shrugged.

"i don't know, i don't get many pretty girls randomly texting me cause we played chess together so i wasn't sure," he said a little embarrassed, and your cheeks went slightly pink when he called you pretty.

"well, who knew that the insane chess killer had a hidden talent for flattery," i laughed slightly as he welcomed me in, shutting the door behind me.

he rolled his eyes jokingly, "hey, based on the way you insulted me with no remorse during chess games i was expecting you to be terrifying, so you can't blame me for being surprised at how easy you are on the eyes," he grinned a little, and it was your turn to roll your eyes in return.

"anyway, come in, honestly just make yourself at home... unless you're worried about losing to me on my own turf," he joked.

"i mean, i'm kind of impressed by your 'turf'," you giggled, "it's nice for a guy that exploits reality tv for views," you teased and he laughed a little as he led you to his living room, a chessboard set up on his coffee table, pillows on either side on the floor to sit on.

"hey, low blow," he mockingly warned, "i'd watch it otherwise i'll conveniently lose your queen piece," he said before quickly standing to go to his kitchen, "i have southern comfort and lemonade, if that's okay with you? it's kind of my weird speciality drink," he smiled.

"well, i suppose i'll have to try the arthurtv special then," i nodded in return, and after a few moments, he returned with two glasses, placing them at either side of the table as he sat himself down on the side of the board playing black pieces.

"so we're going straight for the intellectual torture of chess?" you grinned as you sat opposite him, "the girls must find it so charming when you sit straight at the chess board on a date, hm?" you teased in retaliation.

"oh shut up you, and prepare to lose, again," he smiled as you moved your first piece, "at least my view will be nice when i crush you,"

as the game progressed, there was joking smack-talk thrown between you and arthur, neither of you focusing too much on the game but more on the subtle flirting between each move.

"that rook sacrifice was not your best work," he laughed, but you raised your eyebrow at him as you moved another piece,

"or maybe i was setting a trap that you didn't see, hm, mr. television?"

as he captured one of your pieces in return, his fingers gently brushed against yours and you grinned, before swatting his hand jokingly, "hey, focus on the game!" you giggled out as he laughed in return and nodded.

about half way through the game, the focus had shifted slightly from both being heartset on winning to enjoying one another's company, nattering on about arthur's job and your degree.

at one particular point, you stopped, looking down at the board, tongue slightly poking out of your mouth in concentration as your brain worked as quickly as it could, trying to analyse the best move.

"what're you thinking?" he asked as he shuffled slightly closer, and you could smell his cologne, a kind of vanilla and cedarwood scent as you tried your best to ignore it.

"i'm trying to strategise, unlike some of us who rely on distracting the other to win," you teased slightly, and you could hear him chuckle a little.

"i'm plenty distracted myself, hard not to be when you look cute like that when you concentrate so hard."

you paused a little at the flirting, trying not to let your cheeks flush bright red, "stop trying to put me off my game, arthur," you playfully smiled.

once a couple more moves had been played, arthur missed what was seemingly an obvious capture he could have made, which would have put you at a disadvantage, and once you quickly realised and made sure your piece was defended, you tilted your head a little - arthur didn't often make mistakes like that.

"i completely missed that, fuck sake!" he mumbled to himself with a small smile on his face.

after a while longer of playing, and a few moves you didn't think arthur would normally make, you had him in checkmate, a grin on your face.

"looks like we're gonna have to have a rematch at some point," he looked at the board and shrugged his shoulders a little.

you narrowed your eyes at him a little with a small smile, "did you throw the game so we could have a rematch?"

"i think i may use the lawyer lingo here and announce that i refuse to answer on the basis that i may implicate myself," he laughed a little to himself.

[mischievousskin]

kiss it better - izuku midoriya

- cws/tags : smut, oral (reader receiving), afab reader with no specific pronouns used (i believe), love bites, relatively vanilla, softy izuku bc i like my men loving, fluffy, being in love, established relationship, shy!reader, porn w/o plot, reassurance, minor insecurities (all bodies / genitals r beautiful!)

18+ content ahead; you are responsible for the media you consume online.

author's note: i had covid nd then writers block but im back for now! pls enjoy i love izuku.

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you can feel yourself flushing slightly as izuku takes off your shirt, unclipping your bra after he does so.

hes still fully clothed (unfairly, in your opinion,) and it's honestly,, a little nerve-wracking.

“baby?” izuku snaps you back to reality, looking up at you from his spot on the floor and noticing your nerves, “we don't have to do this- I won't be mad or anything.”

his red eyes are so, so soft.

you swallow, “i want to. i'm just.. i don't want to like.. tatse bad to you,” you say, your arms crossing in front of your chest subconsciously.

he just smiles up at you, “you won't, baby. i promise.” izuku grips your hand and squeezes reassuringly, “how about,, i start off just kissing you down there? just warming you up a bit?”

you flush further, butterflies invading your stomach as you nod.

he nods back at you, before beginning to give your thighs teasing love bites, kissing them gently after he pulls off for each one.

it's teasingly slow, you feel so achy you almost wish you hadn't asked him to go slow.

when he finally, finally makes it to your cunt, you're almost gushing for him. he smiles up at you once more, squeezing your hand before beginning, giving your clit a kiss and pushing your thighs further apart for better access.

you whine lowly at his teases, your whimpers getting louder as he laps up your juices & sucks on your clit, “'zuku,,“ you whimper, your eyes teary.

“'s it good, baby?” he asks, pulling away for a moment. you nearly sob at the loss of stimulation.

“please, keep going. feels,, so good.” you sniffle, your hips twitching upwards as he goes back to it, sucking on your clit.

he inserts a finger, causing you to outright moan his name and buck your hips to meet his hesitantly thrusting fingers.

“so brave, huh?” izuku praises, his voice slightly muffled from how close he is to your cunt, “you just needed me to calm you, 'nd now you're all wet for me.”

you nod vigorously, “please, 'm gonna cum soon- don't stop.”

as soon as you announce it, it's like a switch flipped in his brain, and he's back to lapping at your cunt, speeding up his fingers as he licks up your juices like it's his last meal. your thighs lock up around his head, your fingers tugging at his hair- practically suffocating him in your cunt.

with another harsh suck to your aching clit, you cum with a loud moan, almost going limp as your thighs lock tense around his head only to go slack.

“was that too much?“ he asks, as soon as you come down from your high.

“it was great- i love you.” you respond.

he smiles, “i love you too.”

[acapelladitty]

Captain Boomerang/Female Reader - Punished

Summary - Captain Boomerang is subjected to a little punishment for being unable to keep his hands to himself.

A03 link for all my fics 📝

Kneeling atop his raggedy bed on all fours, Digger's fingers were so tightly wound within the thin sheets that you were surprised he hadn't torn through them yet. His back, sweat-slicked and arching with every gentle move of your fingers, felt very tense beneath your free hand as you pressed down on the lower end of his spine.

"Stop moving." You growl, pulling your gloved fingers free of his fluttering hole long enough to smack his ass roughly. "Be good or I'll move on to your back or thighs next."

The skin of his ass was already reddened and sensitive, thick welts having raised the skin where his own boomerang had been used to punish him for touching himself without permission. A pain slut, he had taken every blow until his ass looked almost ready to bleed and his sleazy face was twisted with lust and unshed tears.

At the fresh smack, a pitiful groan escapes him and his head tilts back at you. "I'm wound up tighter than a nuns cunt here," Digger pants out and you watch as a droplet of sweat rolls down his crooked nose, "so give me a break, sweetheart. Eh?" His accented words are deep, roughened by his arousal and you admire his mild restraint in not dropping from his kneeling position.

"No excuses, baby." You chide, returning the tips of your pointer finger and middle finger to his ass. "You're the one who begged me for this. Begged! Like a pathetic little bitch asking for a treat."

Teasing his hole as you push the tips of your fingers in enough to begin stretching him out once more, your free hand snakes around to his cock - brushing along the very tight cockring which sits along the base to keep him hard and compliant.

"Then again," pressing against the cockring as you wrap your fingers around his twitching length, "I don't think anyone could describe you as little."

And it was true, Digger - for whatever reason - possessed a cock that had genuinely shocked you upon first viewing. Easily two inches larger than any you had seen before, outside of online porn, it was paired with a delicious girth that made your thighs tremble with a discomforting ecstacy when he finally managed to fit it all inside.

God may not have loved him, but goddamn did he give him that at least.

Said cock was painfully hard within your grip, the cockring making it almost impossible for him to come despite all your meddling, and you rubbed your thumb along his throbbing head with a wicked smile. At the extra stimulation, Digger gasps and his hips move of their own accord - bucking down into your cruel hand as he also inadvertently fucks himself harder on your fingers with every thrust.

"Do you want to come, baby?"

"Please." He groans out, his face burying itself in the sheets as he wipes off the sweat. Your fingers move up to tease along the thin smattering of almost reddish hair which decorates his chest and you pull at the strands playfully, enjoying the way it makes his breath hitch as he continues. "C'mon, darling, I've been so good that I'd kill ya for a gobby."

"I'm not putting my mouth anywhere near you." Chuckling, you curl your fingers around inside his ass until you feel the slightly hardened skin of his prostate and you instantly begin to massage it with a teasing friction. "You get my fingers and that's it."

Any smart comeback killed in the crib by the pressure of your fingers on his most cruelly sensitive nerves, he can only whine into the sheets as his knees spread further against the bed. Taking pity, your free fingers fumble messily with the cockring as they snap it free and immediately grip around his length - his breathing stuttering as he realises that he's finally allowed to come.

Hands moving in tandem, in takes less than thirty seconds before Digger is spewing obscenities into the air which are broken by lewd moans as his orgasm hits, hard. His release, hips rutting away into your fist like an animal, arcs far into the air as it covers the sheets beneath him, with a few errand droplets splattering against his neck as he raises his ass high.

"Good boy." You purr, refusing to let up on your ministrations against both his cock and prostate until his legs begin to shake from the overstimulation and his words become little more than pathetic whines as he thrusts in place. "Now, let's wait a minute and we'll see if you can manage another one."

Despite its previous torments, his cock twitches in your hand as the prospect and his unspoken eagerness earns him another throaty giggle as you consider having him eat you out in the meantime.

[lillyspeakz]

riding superstar!bur after a concert as a good job?

So- I made him whiny and subby bc sometimes he deserves to be out in his place yeah? Enjoy!

warnings: softdom!reader, whiny!wilbur, so much praise, kissing. Lowkey fluffy smut, breeding

-

“Did so good up there, fuck- wanted to get my hands on you the second I saw you on that stage..” you praised the man beneath you, moans and gasps leaving you mouth.

Wil and the boys had another gig today, the tour moving along pretty fast, yet no one was complaining. Wil had been stressed all day, writing music to finish the new album, making sure nothings happened online and just calming his nerves for tonight. It was a bigger venue, which wouldn’t scare Wil, yet he was always nervous before a big show. What if he messed up? Sang the wrong word? Played the wrong chord? Everything ran through his head. But he had you there. Sweet and delicate you who’d calm his nerves with just a look.

You had given him a small pep talk and a kiss before he left to be up on stage, leaving you to slowly follow after them to watch from the wings. And like always, once Wil was getting lyrics shouted back at him and praises from the crowd as he played, he fell back into a comfortable state, remembering why he did this.

While you watched him and his little things he did on stage, you quickly realized how your mouth was slightly agape and your thighs rubbing against each other. He looked so good up there, the room making him glisten with sweat and the praise form the crowd making him more cocky than ever. You knew you had to get your hands on him, you just had to be patient.

And here you are now, in a small dressing room away from the others, riding the man underneath you like you’d die tomorrow if you didn’t. His little whines and groans encouraging you to speed up and drop down on him harder than before.

“Such a good boy, so pretty. Making me feel so fucking good-“ your sentence was cut short as Wil thrusted up into you, hitting that sweet spot of yours, making your head reel in pleasure.

You rested your head in the crook of his neck as his hands that were once holding your thighs, moved to your waist and held your hips down as he continued to fuck up into you. Sounds of skin slapping against skin and needy whines and moans filled the air as you both were getting closer to finishing.

You started to ride Wil once again, meeting his thrust half way as you chased after your high, resting your forehead against his.

“Oh shit- m’gonna cum, please pl-“ Wilbur cut himself off as his mouth opened in the shape of an ‘o’ , eyes rolled back as he slammed your hips back down onto his while his hips stuttered and tried to reach even deeper inside you.

“That’s it, cum for me baby, been so good…. fuck-“ You whined out as your thighs trembled, coming on his cock, squeezing around him as he let out whimpers at the overstimulation.

You took a moment to catch your breath, caressing Wil’s cheekbone, as he rested his head on your chest., holding you close to him. “Did so good baby, I’m so proud of you. My good boy.” You whispered to him as he nuzzled deeper into your chest, whining as you started to lift up off his lap, hands pushing you back down.

“Stay. Please, just for a little longer.” He whispered out as you continued to play with his locks, cooing at his request and kissing his cheek.

“Of course love, but only a little bit. We can’t stay in here forever darling.” You said as you gently settled him back against the couch and cuddled into him, whispering little nothing to him as he fell deeper into your touch and warmth.

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Close Despite the Distance pt.2 ✈️🌍

Mapi León x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

pt.1

summary :

After months of talking online, you and Mapi finally decide to meet in person. The anticipation is overwhelming, but will the connection you built over messages hold up in the real world?

The day has finally arrived.

You’ve imagined this moment for months, ever since the day you and Mapi decided to stop dreaming about "one day" and make plans for it. A small trip to Barcelona, just for a few days, but enough to bridge the gap that’s existed between you for so long.

As you sit in the back of a taxi, nerves twisting in your stomach, your phone buzzes with a message from her.

"Where are you?"

You smile and quickly type out a response. "Five minutes away."

The reality of what’s about to happen hits you all at once. You’ve never felt this nervous before, and that’s saying something considering how close you’ve grown to Mapi. She knows almost everything about you, yet somehow, meeting her face to face feels like a whole new beginning.

The taxi pulls up outside a small café, one she had picked near her apartment. It's quiet, away from the hustle of the city center, and you immediately understand why she chose it—discreet, low-key, private. Your heart pounds as you pay the driver and step out into the sunlight. You scan the sidewalk, searching for her.

And then you see her.

She’s leaning against the café’s doorframe, her sunglasses perched on her head, casual yet unmistakably her. The moment your eyes meet, it feels like time freezes. You’ve seen her in photos, on video calls, but nothing compares to seeing her standing there in person. She’s even more striking than you imagined.

Mapi grins, pushing off the doorframe and walking toward you. You don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or run into her arms. Your feet stay frozen in place until she reaches you.

"Hey, you made it," she says, her voice more vibrant and full in person, like every syllable is infused with warmth and familiarity.

"Yeah, I did," you manage to say, your voice shaky from a mix of nerves and excitement. "It’s… surreal."

Without thinking, she wraps you in a hug, pulling you close. The sensation of her arms around you is overwhelming, but in the best way possible. Her embrace feels so natural, like you’ve been doing this for years.

"I can’t believe this is real," you whisper into her shoulder, hugging her back tightly.

"Me neither," she murmurs, pulling away just enough to look at you. Her blue eyes are bright, full of the same excitement and nerves you feel. "But I’m glad it is."

You both stand there for a second, grinning like idiots, until Mapi laughs and gestures toward the café. "Come on, let’s grab a coffee. I feel like we’ve got a lot to catch up on… even though we already talk all the time."

As you sit down at a table, the conversation flows more naturally than you expected. There’s a brief awkwardness, the kind that comes with meeting someone new, but it fades quickly. Mapi’s smile, her laugh—it’s all so familiar, even though this is your first time sharing a space. The way she taps her fingers on the table, how she leans in when she’s focused on something you’re saying, it all feels like a continuation of the moments you’ve shared through screens.

"You’re not how I imagined," Mapi admits after a while, sipping her coffee and looking at you with a soft smile.

You blink, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Oh? In a good or bad way?"

She laughs, shaking her head. "In a good way. You’re… even better in person."

Her words make your heart skip a beat. You’ve always wondered if the online connection would translate into real life, and now you know—this is real. She’s real. And so are the feelings between you.

As the day goes on, the two of you explore the quieter streets of Barcelona. She shows you her favorite spots, talks about her life beyond the field, and even teases you a bit when you try to speak Spanish with her.

The evening finds you both sitting by the beach, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The conversation has slowed, replaced by the comfortable silence that only comes with real closeness. You’re not thinking about the future or the past—just this moment.

"So," Mapi says, breaking the quiet. "What do you think? Was it worth the wait?"

You glance at her, the soft smile on her face mirroring your own. You don’t need to think twice.

"Absolutely," you say. "More than worth it."

Mapi’s hand finds yours, fingers lacing together effortlessly. It’s a small gesture, but one that feels like everything. For the first time in months, there’s no screen, no distance—just the two of you, finally together.

💕@lovewomensfootball💕

pt.3

[shinkaeru]

In Another Universe...

Andrew Marston × Reader (gender neutral!reader)

✪ What if you didn't give Andrew an answer after you and him broke up? (2.9k words)

A/N: I haven't written anything for 2 yrs so writing this was experimental for me. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did!

×××

A few years have passed since you graduated from university, you were already working as a book editor in a well-known book publishing house in London and earning a salary good enough to live independently. 

Lately, all you‘ve ever thought about was work, work, and more work, to the point you might've just grown a few more gray hairs from all the stress and sleepless nights. You've always focused on finishing all your projects first before anything else, only because you didn't have anything else to do.

“She goes back to the place where her lover once promised to see her. As hours went by, nobody came to find her, leaving her in distraught. She realizes in the universe she woke up to, her lover's fate led up to something else.” You read out loud as you write down corrections and suggestions of your client's manuscript of their book.

While you are scribbling away, engrossed by what you're doing, you hear your phone buzz causing you to glance at it for a brief moment. Out of curiosity, you decide to pick it up to see what it is—It turns out to be a text from your former classmate at university. 

“Hey! It's been a while. Do you wanna come hangout with us this Saturday night?” The text says. 

You take a sip of coffee, thinking to yourself: Do I still have time for this? It's not like I have anything scheduled for the weekend. You lean back on your chair, resting a hand on your chin. I guess I can afford taking a break for once. 

“Yeah sure! Where and what time do we meet?” You hit send and waited for your friend to respond. 

Besides, it wouldn't hurt to meet up with your friends from university after so long. Man though, has it really been 3 years already since we graduated? You thought to yourself. 

It seems ever since you graduated, you never looked back from your past and continued pursuing your personal endeavors. 

As you are about to set your phone down on the desk, your phone buzzes once more. 

“Let's meet up at 6pm yeah? I'll send you the location in a bit. Seeya!”

× 

It's exactly six 'o'clock in the evening, you've arrived at the bar your friends have planned to meet up at. As you walk inside, you hear smooth jazz music playing faintly while crowds of people mingle and chat. 

You look around the place, hoping to spot at least one or two of your friends already sitting down with a drink in their hand. Going to such social places as bars like this was considered a rare occasion for you since the last time you’ve ever been to one was when you were in your first year at university. The thought of trying to talk to strangers was nerve-wracking enough for you that it makes you wish you’d be home in isolation until now. 

As you are about to approach the very corner of the bar, you hear your friend’s voice calling your name on the other side of the bar. 

“I’m not late, am I?” I asked as I sat next to my friend while she pulled a pail filled with bottles of beer. 

“Not at all, all of us just arrived.” My friend hands me over the drink while two of our friends were talking about a different topic. She sips on her beer then pulls me into a welcoming hug, calling me by my old nickname. “Pea, it’s been like ages since all of us last saw you! I missed you so much.”  

“Yeah, we haven’t even heard from you that much either. You don’t really go online nowadays.” He adds.  

“I’ve just been caught up with work really.” You respond, taking a sip of the liquor from your glass. “How about you Coconut Man? How have you been?” A chuckle escapes from your lips as the memory of how you and your friends got their nicknames, which was from a Jessie J song that was stuck in your head at one point. 

“I flew back here to get my master's degree in literature. Decided one day that I kinda wanna venture into teaching it too, you know?” He shakes his head with a smile plastered on his face. “Moonhead here was talking earlier about getting into Journalism.” To which, they shrugged off his remarks and laughed. 

“I mean, yeah. I got into this job where we write articles about other musicians, music reviews, live concerts—music journalism basically.” They sip on their drink. “So far, it’s been fun. Sometimes, we even get free tickets to like, music festivals and shit.” 

“You two certainly have something interesting going on with your lives, huh?” You smiled, feeling genuinely happy that your friends have achieved the goals that they have worked hard for all these years.  

“Oh! I also have some news to share!” She gleams with excitement as she tries to hold the grin on her face. “My boyfriend and I just got engaged this week.” She showed the ring on her finger, making everyone at our table cheer while I clapped along to her announcement. 

“Wow, you’re getting married already? Congratulations!” You greet your friend, which made you realize for a moment that you were finally at the time of your life when your friends would get married to their partners. Holy shit, am I really getting that old? You thought to yourself. You could even say you could feel your bones cracking just from the thought. 

“Honestly, that’s one of the reasons why I invited you guys here. My partner and I were already planning out on who we’ll be inviting to our wedding, so I thought about you three.” She sighs. “We’ve all just...grown apart since we graduated. We should all at least hang out some time again.” 

Moonhead adjusts their position from their seat. “You know what speaking of wanting to teach, Pea, have you ever gotten the chance to speak to Professor Marston yet after the uh...whole thing going on between the two of you?” 

Your heart sinks as the thought crosses your mind. Ever since the night Andrew went to your place to address the situation at hand, you haven’t given him an answer out of concern for his career and reputation. You’ve kept your distance since you’ve graduated, which pains you deeply. 

“I haven’t had any news about Andrew to be honest,” You shrug. This information puts your friends in disbelief, which you find a bit amusing. They’ve always supported your relationship with Andrew during those first few months and defended you when rumors started to spread around campus. 

“You...you don’t talk to him anymore?” Her gleeful expression turns serious. “No greetings, no updates, nothing at all?” 

“Well, I still have his number and his email address, but I haven’t reached out to him since his classes ended.” You reply. “Besides you know how he is, he doesn’t really have any social media presence so haven’t heard anything about him since." 

“Both of you did come to terms, right?” He asks, to which you nod in response. “Damn, I thought you guys would be endgame you know? That kinda sucks.” 

“Right? Like, we’ve seen the way he looks at you and it was clear as day that he’s just smitten over you.” She lets out a sigh. “Well, as they always say: there’s plenty of fish in the sea.” 

As minutes passed, you and your friends continued talking about the memories you all shared during university and all the things they experienced after we graduated. Sipping halfway on your second bottle of beer, you feel yourself slowly spacing out, struggling to engage in your friends’ conversation. You aren’t drunk but you are aware enough to be tipsy. 

You look around the bar, seeing people clanking their drinks and laughing away through the night couples with their hands intertwined to each other. Despite reuniting with your friends, clearly, you’re starting to realize that this is getting boring and the idea of going home early sounds like a good idea. 

“Pea!” You snap out of your thoughts as you hear your friend call your name. 

“Huh?” 

“Are you okay? You look out of it.” Moonhead says. You nod your head, trying to think of an excuse to get some time for yourself for just a moment. 

“I need to go to the restroom for a moment…” You stand up and placed your drink down at the table. “…excuse me.” 

As you got to the bar’s restroom, you shut the door and took a breather on the sink. The more you stay inside the cozy restroom by the minute, the more you start to consider that going home is the best option.  

You let out a sigh, thinking if going home would be a good idea, especially since it has only been an hour since you arrived. 

After a moment of contemplating and pacing, you decide to stay for a few more minutes so that leaving wouldn’t feel awkward. 

“Yeah, I’ll do that.” You thought to yourself out loud then unlocked the door open. 

While you were about to approach your friends’ table, you heard a distinct voice coming from the bar’s counter. 

“A glass of whiskey please,” he says. You turn to see a familiar figure sitting near the counter isolated from the buzzing people. His hair fixed properly, his glasses reflecting the warm lights in the room, his attire styled in a particular manner… 

No—it cannot be who I think it is, is it? You thought to yourself.  

As you come closer, you feel your heartbeat beating every step you take. 

“Andrew?” 

He turns around and looks at me, his gaze softens at you. “It’s you.” 

You end up cracking a smile as waves of different emotions washed over you. “May I sit?”  

“Please,” He gestures, making me sit beside him while he sips on his drink. “Would you like a drink?” 

“No, I think I’ve had enough alcohol for tonight.” I chuckle while he does the same. “It’s…It’s been a while,” 

Andrew nods before taking another sip. “It has.” He puts his glass down. “Well, this is an unexpected kind of setting for us to see each other again.” 

“Yeah.” You start to fidget your hands as you feel your palms start to sweat. “You come here often?” You ask. 

“Oh no, it’s my first time being here so I decided to come here by myself.” He takes the last sip of his drink and sets aside the empty glass.

Worried that I might be interfering, I hesitantly ask...“Did you bring someone with you?”

“No, it's just me.” He chuckles. “I should be asking you the same thing, what brings you here?”

“My friends invited me here to catch up and chat.” You shrug to which Andrew nods in response.

“Friends from university?”

“Yeah actually,” You glance at your friends' table, looking unfazed by your disappearance as they laugh on their seats.

“It's good to know that you still keep in touch with them,” Andrew watches them along with you.

Should I say how I feel?

The thoughts inside your head go back and forth, contemplating whether talking about the night he last visited your place was worth mentioning.

Andrew notices the confused look on your face, making him concerned. “Is something on your mind?”

“There is, actually,” You respond immediately, deciding not to hold back. Andrew's expression became serious.

“What's on your mind?” Andrew asks.

Before you could respond to Andrew, you notice your friends watching over us with grins plastered on their faces. They mouth “Go” and “We'll be fine” gesturing to go for it.

“Would you like to talk about it somewhere private?” As Andrew was about to face your friends' direction, they immediately turn away and hid themselves with muffled laughs.

“Sure,” We both got up from our seats and headed our way towards the bar's exit.

As you and Andrew got out of the place, both of you walked further away from the bar to be somewhere quiet.

Andrew stands across from you as he waits patiently for you to speak.

You let out a sigh. “I'm sorry if this is a bad time but...”

“No, this isn't a bad time at all.” Andrew shakes his head as he steps closer. “Take your time.”

“I never got to reach out to you since I left.”

“I already told you I will always support you whatever decision you choose.”

“It's not that, Andrew...” Your voice starts to tremble as your emotions start to hit you like a truck. “I never got to tell you because I didn't want to be a burden to your job as a professor. I understand what that means to you, and...” Before you could continue your sentence, tears form from your eyes trickling down to your cheeks.

“You are never a burden to me,” Andrew shushes as he pulls you into his arms, causing you to cry even more. “I don't regret the things we have done in the past, and I certainly don't regret choosing to love you.” He pulls away, cupping your face to wipe your tears from your cheeks

“I'm sorry,” You let out a chuckle as your lips quiver. You have always reenacted in your head what it would be like meeting Andrew when you get the chance, crying in front of him was definitely not what you had in mind.

Andrew pulls you back into his arms while your emotions kept overflowing. Both of you stay that way, feeling a sense of comfort enveloped by his warmth despite the cold breeze. The memories you used to share with him are coming back to you.

“Feeling better?” Andrew asks.

“Mhm,” You pull away from him as you start to collect yourself. “I didn't mean to soak your coat with my tears.”

Andrew chuckles. “No need to feel ashamed,”

“Okay,” You take a deep breath, finding the words you've been wanting to say. “I thought that once that I graduate from university, I would move on and find someone else that gave me the same feeling that I had with you. I waited for weeks, months, hoping that it would happen one day but…” you look into his eyes, almost getting lost in them. “…At the end of the day, everything always comes back to you.”

“Darling…”

“I still want you, Andrew.” You declare, shaking your head as you crack a smile. “After all these years, it's still you that I long for.”

Andrew stands still speechless, his gaze still focused on yours. The way he's looking at you makes you reminisce of that day—that day when he first kissed you, when he shared those moments with you back in his office, when he gave himself in to hold your hand, everything—it all comes back to you that you immediately look away as you start to feel overwhelmed.

“I apologize for being too forward,” You look down on your shoes. “I thought it would be a better time to give you, both of us, closure than saying nothing at all.”

Andrew intertwines his hand to yours, making your heartbeat rise rapidly.

“Darling,” he gently squeezes your hand as your calm demeanor tarnishes in an instant. “Look at me…”

As a sob escapes from your lips, you follow his request. Andrew comes closer to the point you can feel his breath on yours, lifting your chin with his thumb.

And before you knew it, Andrew leans in as he presses his lips to yours. The spark you thought once lost ignites like a burning flame. You kiss back, sharing your warmth with his. It almost feels as if nothing has changed at all. The ache you felt all those years of longing seem to have washed away by the minute.

As both of you pull away, Andrew looks at you once more. His gaze radiating love and comfort. You suddenly don't even remember how to speak, making Andrew grin as he fixes your hair.

“I never stopped loving you, and frankly, I never will.” Andrew kisses your hand that's still intertwined with his. "I meant it when I said I've never felt like this with anyone until I met you." You start to tear up again as his words felt like a tug to your heartstrings.

“Do you think…do you think we can still figure things out? Together?” You've become completely vulnerable towards him. Normally the thought of yourself begging (or asking for that matter) for someone cringes you, yet here you are doing it anywag. You already prepared yourself for the worst, so you held your breath.

Andrew notices your hesitation and holds both of your hands. “We will, together.” I wrap my arms around him, feeling like my heart was about to come out of my chest.

“I missed you…so much.” You confess, making Andrew chuckle at the sight of you.

“I'm here now,” he kisses your forehead and smiles. “And I'm not going anywhere.” Both of you slightly sway as your arms were wrapped around each other's bodies.

A thought comes to your head, giving you a chuckle. “I wonder how crazy it would be what our relationship would be like if we were in the alternate universe,”

Andrew laughs at the idea you gave. “If there ever was an alternate universe, I suppose whatever path we take, it is inevitable for both of us to be together.”

“You think so?”

“Mhm, I do.”

×××

[silentslxmber]

↪ brat tendencies

✰┊toji x reader ,, 18+ mdni!!

✰┊ warnings: degradation, choking, hair pulling, slight overstim, name calling (whore, slut), light bondage

✰┊ w.c. ~1k

✰┊ note: made a whole new tumblr... to be horny online. enjoy lmfao

really, you should have seen this coming. you'd been fucking around with toji for months now, you knew how he was. a small part of you just preferred to push his buttons and reap the consequences.

those consequences being fucked within an inch of your life.

"i fuckin' told you to stop being a brat, you just never want to listen to me, too much of a slut," the man's words sent a shiver down your spine, his tone low. his eyes burned a hole into your back, and his hands yanked your wrists from your sides. before you could protest or even make a sound, his belt was being yanked off of his waist, and being looped around your forearms, securing them in place firmly.

"can't trust you to keep your hands to yourself, can i?" he growled, leaning down directly next to your ear. his hand snaked up to your neck, and his thumb rubbed gently over your jawline before he tightened his hand around your throat.

"dirty whores like you don't get the privilege of breathing, not with the way you acted tonight," he chuckles, his grip tightening just a bit as he pulls himself back from pressing you into the bed.

"toji... 'm sorry!" you whine out, rubbing your thighs together in need. he scoffs at your words, and yanks your skirt down, sucking his teeth at the sight of the wet spot on your panties. "should have known a little slut like you would get off on this," he scoffs.

you can only moan desperately in response as his hand slips between your thighs, dipping under your panties to thumb at your clit. you push yourself down, trying to grind against his hand for more friction, and he only chuckles, before pulling his hand away and completely pulling your underwear down.

"you know... i like you better without that bratty mouth you've got, always getting on my last nerve when i wanted to have a nice night with you," you open your mouth to protest his comment, and he smirks, shoving your underwear into your mouth at the action. it's humiliating, the way you can taste your own arousal on the fabric, and you can tell the man loves the sight of your embarrassment.

he finally moves to unbutton his pants, taking in the sight of you. your top is still on, though by now its ridden up to expose your chest, and your thighs glisten with arousal. your arms are pressed against your back, drool starting to leak down your lips as you whine around the fabric stuffed in between them.

"what a pretty fuckin' whore," he mumbles, before pushing his pants and boxers down to his feet. "a real shame you've got an attitude problem... guess i'll have to fuck it out of you." you let out a soft moan as he presses a hand down on your stomach, trailing it to your thighs to shove them apart. he grins at the sight of you, the wetness glistening on your pussy making his dick throb.

"be good, not going to prep you for this. you didn't earn that tonight." you whine, and he strokes himself, once, twice, staring straight down at you, before kneeling over you and thrusting into you fully in one go. a gasping moan leaves you as he pulls almost all the way out, inhaling sharply before slamming back into you.

your brain starts to fog at the feeling of being stretched so full, and his hand moves back to your throat, squeezing gently. "better not start tapping out now, baby, we're not even close to finished."

and he wasn't lying about that, not a bit.

at some point, the panties muffling your sounds were yanked out of your mouth. he'd pressed his fingers down on your tongue instead, chuckling as you whined around them, sucking and licking at them even as he fucked into you to the point you couldn't cohesively form words. you'd lost count of the times you'd cum already, and your body and mind were starting to feel like jelly.

for as old as toji was, his stamina was unrivaled by anyone you'd ever been with. he was starting to slow down now, his breaths becoming sharper as he gripped your hips hard enough to bruise. "you got one more left in you for me, princess?" he asks lowly, his voice alone causing a weak heat to pool in your stomach. you manage a weak nod, wanting to make him proud.

his thrusts grow sloppy and slow as his thumb lazily circles your clit, and you start to moan and babble his name, your eyes glazed over with lust. with one final thrust, the knot that was tightening in your stomach snaps, and you cum as he finishes deep inside of you. his body rolls next to you, and he pants for a moment, before looking over at you with a lazy grin. after a moment of the both of you catching your breath, he pushes himself up and carefully rolls you onto your stomach, removing his belt from around your arms.

toji kisses your shoulder softly, rolling you over onto your back again as he stands from the bed.

"gonna get a rag for you, princess. thank you for tonight, you were perfect for me," he says gently, turning to leave before pausing and looking over his shoulder.

"one of these days, i'm gonna finally fuck those brat tendencies out of you."

thank you for reading!! toji brain rot is always too strong... anyways. if you have any rqs you'd like to see, feel free to send an ask. <3