#I just go glass stuck in my thumb and cut myself

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

I truly believe all the boys would be exasperated with me considering how accident prone I am

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Fake boyfriend - p5

Pairings - soft!rafe Cameron x virgin!reader

warnings - none

Part 4

You had walked past the mirror at least 6 times, checking your outfit with a strict eye each time. “Jesus y/n.. you look great!” Kelsie groans, grabbing you by the shoulders and steering you out of the bedroom. “Since when have you been so concerned off what you wore around a guy?” She questions, a smirk creeps its way to her lips and she gives you a friendly nudge.

“What will you do tonight? I feel bad leaving you, you leave tomorrow night”.

She gives you a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, shrugging her shoulders to your question. “I could see if you could come?”

“No definitely not…honestly I’ll be fine! I’ll probably just stay in” you nod your head and reach for your bag, the rumble of Rafe’s truck cuts through the silence. Kelsie is quick to push you towards the door, overly excited to watch her best friend go out with her boyfriend. “Have the best time okay! I’ll see you tonight or you know maybe in the morning” she winks.

A soft rap on the door she pulls it open, Rafe stands dressed in dark gray chinos and a loose white shirt that is rolled up at the sleeves. You can see a slither of his chest and it just about sends you into cardiac arrest.

“Hey”

“Hey”

“All right love birds, off you go!”

Kelsie pushes you out of the door, your frame smacking his chest face on. His hands are quick to grip your bicep and steady you, you give him a soft smile and let him walk you down to his car. “You look beautiful”.

Your cheeks darken at his words, shying away from him. “Thanks” you manage to whisper, letting him help you up into the truck.

You wore a black dress, it had puffy sleeves and tightened at the waist. Sitting just above your knees, paired with a pair of red pumps.

“So this work event.. should I expect personal questions about us?”

The corner of his lips turn up and he glances over to you briefly, staring at his side profile in awe. His jaw was sculpted and you could see the muscles pop when he clenched his jaw. “Well about that… my dad owns the company”

“Oh”

Your heart begins to race at the idea of meeting his dad, this could either go really well or end really bad for the both of you. He could see behind the lies and ask you to leave.. worse, he could have security escort you out in front of everyone.

“Don’t be nervous”

“Easy for you to say”

He laughs loudly, the sound sends goosebumps down your arms. You pocketed that sound into a core memory, never wanting to forget the way he sounded.

“I have a confession”

“Mhm?”

“That story I told your friend about the elevator..”

“I was meant to ask you how you knew I was stuck in an elevator”

“Well… my dad owns that building. I was in the security room when they got notified of the lift getting stuck, we could see you in the camera.”

“Oh”

You remembered your brief panic attack, pressing the palms of your hands on the mirror to steady your breathing. Reminding yourself you were only one level away from ground, you wouldn’t fall to your death.

“That was the first time I really got a good look at you.. I wanted to be there when they opened the elevator but I was late to a meeting so I couldn’t be… I wanted to be the one to comfort you”

Your eyes glazed over at his confession, your hand reaching over to grip his that sat idly on his lap. “I thought you were beautiful the moment I set eyes on you, but our paths didn’t really cross and when they did it wasn’t the right time for me to introduce myself”

You find yourself nodding, waiting for him to keep speaking, your heart beating harshly against your chest. “So when I caught you walking my way at the party I was beside myself… especially when you said play along and kissed me… it was like I was dreaming.”

Your thumb brushes up and down his palm, his eyes straight ahead. He’s pulling in front of the building before you can say anything and turning to look at you.

His mouth opens to continue but the sound of knuckles on the tinted glass cut through the small bubble the two of you had created around you. Your eyes lingered on his for a moment before dropping to his chest, he let out an annoyed breath and opened his door. “Thanks mate”

He hands the keys to the valet and walks around the front of the car, your eyes never leave his and when he opens your door and helps you out, your eyes still stay on one another. “Don’t be nervous”

All you can do is nod, you didn’t want to go into the building now. Not when he hadn’t finished his conversation, what was he doing to say next? Was he going to say he actually liked you?

You're both swept into a sea of people instantly, everyone saying hi and giving Rafe a hug or handshake. Everyone’s quick to direct their attention to you, eyes surveying the outfit you wore. Your cheeks painted in embarrassment as you gave everyone your best confident smile.

Rafes hand never left your waist, giving you soft squeezes anytime he noticed you staring at your shoes. He gushed about you, introducing you as his girlfriend and light of his life. A twang of guilt bled through your veins when you stood in front of his dad, you didn’t know if lying was a good idea but you weren’t confident enough to put an end to it.

“Dad.. this is y/n, my girlfriend”

You had heard mixed reviews about Ward Cameron, the man who owned pretty much all of the outerbanks. The tough man who pushed his son hard and only wanted the best for his children, the man who didn’t take no for an answer.

“So lovely to meet you! I hope my son is treating you well”

“He is” you give him a soft smile and accept his brief hug. Rafe’s hand is quick to tug you back against him, this time your back pressed tightly to his front.

You don’t miss the way Ward’s eyes drop to his son’s arm around your body, a quick raise of the brow before his eyes were on yours again. You stand in silence, watching him take a sip of his whiskey before he places it on the table next to him.

“Well, I must go say hello to more people. Do join us for dinner sometime soon, yes y/n?”

“Yes sir”

He’s gone before he can hear your response, quickly understanding that is how he never takes no for an answer as he doesn’t stick around to hear anyone’s response.

“He’s scary”

“Mhm, let’s get a drink”

He whisks you away to the bar, ordering you a cocktail from the list. He moves you to stand in front of him, caging you against the bar. Your back pressed against the wooden bench, his eyes are watching the bartender closely so you take this moment to study his features, the way his jaw was sharp and hard but softened when he smiled. Ocean blue eyes that you had witnessed blown out and dark when he was aroused. “I can feel you staring at me”

“Oh, sorry”

“Don’t be sorry… I like it”

A soft wrinkle at the corner of his eyes when he smiles down at you, your stomach clenched at the sight. His hand dropping to your waist once more to pull you closer to him, he dropped his head to look at you. “Rafe” you whispered, pressing your tiptoes into the ground and pushing up slightly. “Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” You question, you’d never asked a man before. You expected to feel embarrassment but the only feeling flooding your veins was arousal.

His lips are on yours immediately, his grip on your waist tight as though he thought you might vanish mid kiss. Your arms snake around his neck and pull him closer, mouth parting for his tongue.

A cough from behind is the only thing to bring you back to reality, pulling away in a huff. Turning your attention to the drinks placed on the bar. “Thanks” you both say at the same time.

“Let’s drink this and go” Rafe says, your head frantically nodding as you bring the straw to your mouth to drink the fruity liquid. The alcohol burns your throat slightly, you're not even half way when Rafe is placing his glass down and staring at you with hunger in his eyes.

“I’m done” your rushing, placing the half empty drink down and grabbing his hand. A cheeky grin creeps up his face and he’s rushing you out of the building without any goodbyes.

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[bucky-barnes-lover]

Kinktober day 17: Henry Cavill

Lumberjack! Henry Cavill x Wife!reader

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+, Poorly written Oral (m receiving), Slight Praise kink, Slight Size kink

W.C: 653

The sound of wood being cut echoed around the tin shed. I stood in the doorway watching my husband cutting up firewood.

"Dinner's almost ready" I yelled to him, over the noise.

"I'll be inside in a minute, love" He responded. His silky british accent sent shivers down my spine.

"Okay. I'll set the table." I responded, feeling my face heat up. I could tell Henry was smirking as he watched me walk away. He knows I get all flustered when he calls me Love.

I could hear him chopping a couple more blocks of wood as I made my way inside our cozy cabin, out in the forest.

The table was set and dinner was laid out on the table.

"Could you please put some more wood on the fire, Baby" I asked him as he brought in the sack of wood and placed it near the fireplace.

"Yep. Was just about to do that." Henry grunted as he kneeled down to place more wood on the flames.

"What's for dinner, Love?" He questioned as I took his bowl.

"Shepherd's pie, Your favorite" I advised seeing his face lit up with a huge smile.

We had dinner in peace, complete with a glass of red wine and small talk.

Henry offered to do the dishes as I went for a shower.

I lay on our bed, cozy in my silk pajamas and the warm fluffy blanket.

Henry came out of the bathroom, shirtless with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

I inhaled, my heart stuck in my throat. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the wetness.

"Cat got your tongue Love?" Henry asked as he saw my reaction. He was undeniably big underneath all those clothes and not just his height.

"I want you to fuck me" I whispered, without thinking twice.

"What was that love?" He smirked,

"I want you to fuck me, Henry" I stated, sounding a lot more stubborn than I thought.

"My dear girl gets all wet and turned on when she sees her man, so much bigger than her" He mocked, removing the towel from around his waist.

His huge cock sprung free. Hard and ready, I got on my knees without question and wrapped my hands around him. Spreading the precum along his cock before taking him in my mouth. Henry let out an animalistic growl while I worked my tongue around him. Taking him even further in my mouth, gagging a couple times but never once backing out.

"Fuck love. You feel so good" He moaned as he grabbed a handful of my hair and started thrusting into my mouth.

Drool seeped down my chin onto my pj's, moans escaped my lips. Finally I let him out of my mouth with a 'pop'.

Before I could comprehend what was going on, Henry picked me up and threw me on the bed, sliding my pajama shorts and panties down my legs.

"You were a good girl just now. Continuing being the good girl I taught you to be" He growled before sliding his thick cock through my folds. I didn't even have time to adjust to his size before he started thrusting in and out of me. Feeling me up so good, causing me to scream his name.

"Fuck Henry" I moaned as he worked himself in and out.

"Don't cum until I tell you to. Understand that Love?" He questioned, staring me dead in the eye. I nodded pathetically, basically begging for release. Henry started rubbing my clit with his thumb.

I felt myself coming closer to my orgasm, but just as I was about to cum, Henry pulled out of me. Leaving me feeling suddenly empty.

"Why'd you do that for Hen?!" I asked angrily. He just smirked in response. "Because the only way I'm going to let you cum is by my tongue." He replied coldly.

And that was how it ended.

NOT PROOF READ!!!

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[coleskingdom]

Consequences

Adam Page x F Reader

NSFW 18+

@midwestmade29 @madhatterbri

It’s been six months she quit her job to be with me, to travel with me, it’s been six months since he destroyed our world. She couldn’t sleep in a house without me, we left the house that we built together, where everything was handpicked, she carefully crafted it into a home. I saw it in her eyes, when the last piece of furniture was moved from the house. It didn’t matter that the new house was somewhere we loved, that it was part of our ten year plan, that I could afford to give it to her, it wasn’t time. She loved the too small cottage, with the floor creaking, the fireplace where we made love the first night. He took that from her.

She stoked my fire my fury, as much as my revenge was for me it was for her. She’d never admit beneath her calm facade but she was the one who told me I had to come back, that I had to take what was mine. Her simmering rage had been there for years, she once had been close with the other wives and girlfriends. They couldn’t understand why she was so mad after Brawl out her man wasn’t suspended and stuck at home with them for months. She knew then that the only person that’d ever understand was me. After the break in,no one reached out it was like it didn’t happen.

I should clean up before I go to her, but this blood is as much mine as it is hers. I snapped when I choked Jay the smug fucker deserved it, but it wasn’t him I was choking it was him. The beating I gave was for Him , Jay was just a causality, I’d check on him in a day or so if anyone understands paranoid unhinged behavior it’s him.

I felt alone in this vendetta , my rage seemed to not be understood, somehow He was the good guy a catchy song and stupid ass dance got him over and then he checked on Will. For fuck sakes, that doesn’t make him a good guy.

The looks I got as I walked into the hotel and up the elevator. I was covered in blood, but I dared someone to say something. I walked into the room and heard the shower, the scent of the shower bomb floated through the air, as I walked in “Hi” she said almost shyly as she stood there naked waiting on my return. “Darlin, I’m “ I lost my words looking at her “ You’re here and that’s all that matters. Let me get you cleaned up and taken care of.” Her hands going to my face looking at the cut, she had a first aid kit, she’d learned to close wounds and sew stitches, no one touched me but her. She handed me a tumbler of whiskey as she glued the cut together. She took the glass from me as she removed the jacket, and went to my pants I helped her with the gear. I was naked and raw in front of her, my vulnerability showing under her touch as we went to the shower . She sat me down on the bench and washed my hair, watching the red water go down the drain, her hands touching my scalp and my shoulders the tenderness breaking me. The tears that only came in the shower streaked my red face, “Adam , it’s okay get it out. Let it out you’re safe here.” She cradled me to her, my protector in this moment in these moments. I didn’t like who I’ve become, but under her touch I felt understood and like myself.

She scrubs me clean, smiling at her finished work as if in her eyes I’m unbroken and I’m who I was the day we met. “Darlin sit down” she starts to protest, then I get the shampoo and I wash her hair my nails scraping over her scalp the little gasps and moans from this simple act . I move my hands lower, massaging her shoulders and back, taking my time to ease the tension in her muscles as best as I can. I keep moving slightly down, until my thumbs are pressing into the dimples on her back. "Don't stop," she whispers “Keep that up, and I’m going to bury myself so deep in you.” She tilts her head back looking at me “Promise” her smile my undoing. I clenched my jaw, “Darlin I need you out of this shower now.” Helping her stand up toweling her off softly knowing that we weren’t making it the ten feet to the bedroom.

Out of the shower she rested her back against the vanity. Her eyes roaming my body, hardening under her gaze. I grab her roughly and tip her face up toward mine, my lips coming down on hers. She moans when I kiss her, and I push against her hard, letting her feel my rapidly hardening cock. My hands roam her body as I tilt her head, placing my lips against her neck, right in that spot underneath her ear. I turn her over and make her face the mirror above the sink as I position myself behind her.

A dark chuckle escapes my lips when I realize that she's already wet for me.”You're such a good girl for me, Darlin. Always so wet, so needy." I bury my free hand in her hair and tilt her neck, kissing her in every spot I know is sensitive while my fingers work her pussy.

I slip two fingers into her while my thumb rests against her clit. She starts to move her hips against me, and I chuckle as she rides my hand.

"Look at you," I whisper. "Desperate for my cock, when the bed is right there. But you don't care, do you? You're going to come for me nonetheless." I chuckle and pull my fingers away. "Adam," she groans, her eyes flashing with impatience.

"I need your pussy," I tell her. “Spread your legs for me.”She does as I tell her to, and I push into her in one quick move. “Oh Adam," she moans loudly. It's fucking music to my ears. The way she moans, the way she looks at me through the mirror. It's fucking unreal. I smile as I move my arm around her and place my fingers back on her pussy, teasing her clit while I fuck her from behind. "Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look, Darlin? My cock is sliding in and out of your pussy so fucking beautifully.

You're taking my cock like such a good fucking girl."

I increase the intensity on her clit, and her moans come quicker, loudly. I can't get enough of her. “I can't take it when you moan my name like that." I fuck her harder, pushing her to the edge. “Yes," she moans. "Oh Adam, yes." I watch her in the mirror as she comes for me, her eyes falling closed as pure bliss takes over her face. Her pussy tightens so fucking hard that I can't help but come right along with her. "Fuck, Darlin," I groan. I pull her head back and kiss her, not wanting to pull out of her just yet. "Thank you for loving me the way that you do." I let her go and clean her up , getting her settled in bed, just as she reaches for me again.

[64yrsold]

ACHES 18. november

18+ (please see masterlist for cw) aches masterlist previous (17)

I was always waiting, now. My phone was always nearby, in case he called. He’d always text me when he landed, just with the name of the city he was in, “Bucharest.”, “Paris (again).”, “Singapore.”. I’d look up the time distance between us, and predict when he would call. I lived by his schedule, now. It was only a half life, but better than a life without him.

It was around the time he usually called, and I was ready. I kept a bottle of his wine by the couch, sipping it as we talked, so that by the time we hung up, the edges of my vision would crawl inwards, and I would fall asleep on the couch. No missing him, no heartache or emptiness when his voice didn’t fill my head any longer. Just restless, ugly sleep, until I was too thirsty and sore to sleep any longer. I would dream we were together, his thumb in the middle of my lower lip, then wake up with a sob stuck in my throat. I’d skip my thumb over the stupid scar on my hip, reminding myself we were real. And we had been together before.

If I woke up in the morning, I made myself eggs with cherry tomatoes, and plain toast. I would sip my coffee and look out the window. If I woke up in the afternoon, I would sit on the balcony with a glass of water and sunbathe. I didn’t think about much when I woke up. I just felt the edges of the hole around my heart.

Then, I would take my walk. I’d see my mother briefly, and tell her about my dreams. Then I’d cut citrus with Jenna at the bar, and beg her to tell me about her shift the prior evening. The way she dryly recounted ridiculous stories made me shake with laughter, until she sent me home so she could open the bar. I’d get two coffees on the way home, and sit on the couch until he called. I’d toss his full, cold cup in the morning.

“Hi Matty,” I said, smiling into my fist. I curled into the phone at my ear, waiting for his usual response.

“Sweetheart,” he drew out the word in his sing-song smiling tone. It was a relief, a praise, a sigh. It was my name. 

“Easy day?” I asked, as I always did. 

“Very easy. Amazing, actually.” He laughed, “The crowd was nice. Enthusiastic.”

“Must feel nice. The attentiveness.” I sipped from my glass.

“Mm,” he hummed into his glass. “Sure.”

“Have I said how happy I am for you?” 

“I know, darling.” Something rustled in the background. He was probably getting into bed. “And tell me about your day.”

“Not much to say,” I filled my glass. “Bit lonely today. But I don’t want to ruin the mood.”

“Three months I’ve been gone,” he whispered. “It’s alright to be lonely.”

“Yeah,” was all I managed. It was always hard not to cry when he was so sweet, and so far away.

“You want your surprise?”

I laughed, waiting for him to elaborate.

“I’m surprised you haven't found it yet,” he coughed. “You were always so curious about my notebooks.”

I gasped, “What do you mean?”

“Did you go through them?” he asked, “I always assumed you looked through them when I showered.”

I paused, picking at my cuticles. “I wanted to.”

“Well, sweetheart, I’m going to bed a bit early. But check my bedside table.”

“Okay,” I said slowly, jittery with anticipation. 

“Goodnight, darling. Love you, love you.” “Love you.”

And he was gone. I wasn’t even buzzed, so his absence spilled inkily from my chest to my hands. It was a rush of cold in a warm room. The steel wind after rain.

I got up, bumping my knee into the coffee table. My wine glass toppled over, shattering and bleeding over the hardwood floors. I cursed, but was too curious about his surprise to care. 

I sat on his side of my bed, rubbing my knee. My fingers were still, waiting for permission to open his drawer. I closed my eyes, and pulled it open quickly. The only thing inside was his black Moleskine. 

I took it out, running my fingers over the edges of the soft cover. The silky pages. I winced, realizing how much of him was this notebook. It was always with him. Seeing it made me crave his lips on my cheek. His fingerprints were still barely visible on the black cover.

I opened it. The first page was blank, but the next had three words, scrawled in his always-panicked, busy handwriting. 

For you, sweetheart.

I dragged my fingers over the etched paper, and I could hear the scratch of his pen. I turned the page. 

I met you. You kissed me. We are lonely.

I smirked, reminiscing about the blackout. 

You’ve been in my head all day. You said so many honest, drunken words. About your parents, about your life. I can’t wait to meet you. The diamonds in the bracelet are real. I’m sorry I lied.

“Fuck you,” I laughed, glancing at the starry bracelet that was always on my wrist. I knew they were real. I flipped to the next page.

You’re so beautiful today. I’m obsessed with your voice, your humor. And you laugh so easily. I know it’s new, and I know it’s infatuation, but I can’t stop thinking about your mouth and my skin. I feel you all the time. I wonder what your apartment is like. I saw you watching me from the window.

I closed my eyes, tears wetting my cheeks. I couldn’t read this today. I quickly rifled through the pages, seeing how many he had written in. He had completely filled the notebook. Each page seemed to be a day. I shook my head, ready to put the notebook back in his drawer, when a small slip of paper slid out from the pages. I picked it up. The front of it read November, in his script. I turned it over.

When pain flows through your heart and your bones

Don’t worry, darling

I’m here with you.

-> next (19)

[shittybundaskenyer]

✹ ▬ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒

rating: Explicit pairing: Female Shepard x Garrus Vakarian summary: the Mako breaks down in a snowstorm on Noveria. Shepard is stuck with her turian friend after some things went sideways in one of the research labs. warnings: first time gone wrong (but then so right), sex pollen, so much kissing, just pure smut (what do you want from me??), does doing it in the Mako is considered car sex?, interspecies sex, love confessions, so much fluff, Garrus is too sweet for his own good word count: 3831  

a/n: I had Mass Effect Legendary Edition on my PC for like a year and I'm now cursing myself why I've waited for so long to play the trilogy. The Bioware brainrot took me once more under its influence so I guess I'm going back to my roots. This is almost entirely is pure smut, I guess I can't write anything else nowadays but I'm embracing it now. So have this very rusty, messy love scene I wrote in a frenzy after finishing the trilogy. <33

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Noveria is cold and white and still beautiful in that strange way only death can be. It became the noose woven around Garrus’ own neck too, when it twirled his fate and Shepard's own together in form of a messy string. 

It only started becoming strange when Shepard started to tear her armor off of her body, but by then all common sense was out, laying dead in the relentless snowstorm. She became feverish, smelling so sweet, like summer, like sun-warmed earth, like arousal that Garrus had realized all too late. They were warned by the dangers of the labs surrounding Peak 15, the tower that was like an old pine ringed by fungi, all the rot and unethical discoveries blooming under the disguise of neat little buildings that twinkled in the darkened landscape—a constellation hiding in a thick cloud of dark matter. 

He knows she was curious. He knows she only wanted to help, but Spirits, it will be the death of her one day, N7 or not, she’s only human. And she’s fragile, a goddamn glass cannon that can blow up the whole universe and crumble from hands that grip her a bit too tight at the same time. 

Liara’s warning came too late, they had to cut to the chase and there was no time to think about the consequences of Shepard's stray shot breaking open the containment cell of an unnaturally lush, succulent little flower in one of the labs. It didn’t set in until they were in the Mako and she steered the dumb tank even more recklessly than she did it stone cold sober. A boulder came, then the half of the mountain too, raining down thick globes of fresh snow until the Mako was good and well stuck. She was sweating by then, skin hot and wet and her eyes wild and Liara offered to get help from one of the nearby labs, leaving Garrus to protect his commander with his life. From what, he didn’t know. There was nothing, only snow and wind and Shepard’s warmth all around them for miles. But time trickled by like water on a glass window after a storm, slow, sluggish, and Shepard couldn’t keep herself in line anymore. 

She pleaded for a caress she always wanted from him and he wanted to give her everything instead. 

(Maybe he loved her all along.)

And now, now Liara is gone and has been gone for hours, and Garrus pushes Shepard into the Mako's seat, his forehead meeting hers, something akin to a kiss only lovers do. Her skin is damp, her hair sticking to her face in messed up crimson ribbons and he tries to trace the constellations under her eye with a blunted talon when blood floods her cheeks, making them twinkle like stars adrift a sea of nebulae. The Mako is dark but not dark enough to hide the fire flickering in her gaze, shielded by a series of curved, dark lashes. Humans and their strange hair—eyebrows and lashes and thousands of fair fuzz that stand up as he moves his hand lover, to the vulnerable skin of her throat, swiping a thumb over her pulse that jumps wildly at the touch. 

"Kiss me," she whispers, barely audible for the translator to pick up, and it almost sounds like music like this, a series of hisses and high notes, so he nuzzles his way closer to hear it once more, now pleading, the sound buzzing in her throat. 

It's beautiful in a way.

"How?" he whispers against the side of her jaw, warm plates against cooler skin, and she puts a hand to his face, five fingers splaying over his colony markings, urging him upwards until her lips can brush over his mouth. It's strange. It's unbelievably soft. Then— wet as her tongue darts out and tries to coax his mouth plates apart. 

He takes the leap and lets her in. Even if he has all the sharp teeth, even if it's wildly different from his own experiences. And Spirits, it feels good. It's tender—even though they started to tear at each other's armor before this, even though he has to clench his fingers into a fist before he scratches her in his hurry. This has to be gentle where nothing in the world is. 

His tongue meets hers, and now he understands why humans like kissing so much. He does now too. Shepard makes a sound as he tastes the inside of her mouth, the blunt edge of her teeth and sucks in a breath when Garrus pulls back to gaze down at her and find her looking dazed. 

"Alright?," he checks, always, afraid of fucking this precious thing up and Shepard has the audacity to smile. Full of teeth and curving lips, a flash of white in the darkness. 

"I'm good," she knocks her forehead against his, nuzzling him, "really good."

Garrus kisses her again as an answer, bolder now, so much braver, and he kisses and kisses her until there's no more left to give, until there's no air in her lungs. Something new shines in her eyes, in the pool of darkness that is her pupils, dilated beyond belief, ringed by a thin strip of wild green, a black hole with a halo. Want. Need. Something more. Something unbelievable. 

Garrus rumbles deep in his chest, a sound so low she can only feel its vibration against her sternum, the crook of her neck where his face finds a home. His subvocals sing so many things at once, a confession she can't understand, not yet. Contentment. Gratefulness. Lust. Love.

(Maybe I love you.)

She drags her hand across his face again, that delicate, soft hand that is only calloused in places where wielding a gun made the skin harder. She touches his fringe, and under it, where plates turn into the most vulnerable patch of hide he has on his body. His voice grows louder, more like a growl than a purr, and she smiles again, so pretty something under his keelbone jumps and bursts and flickers—a star being born. 

"That's—," he starts and he's not proud of the way his voice trembles. "That's one way to give the night a quick start."

Shepard's fingers stop in their movement, but before she could pull away he takes a hold of her forearm and soothes a thumb over the inside of her wrist, guiding her back to that spot. 

"Am I hurting you?" 

"Spirits, no," he flicks a mandible at her, his way of smiling, and Shepard puts her mouth to his jaw as her confidence grows. Garrus can feel the plates at his sheath slowly parting and somehow he's hyperaware of her body trapped against his, her knee brushing his own, warm even through metal and ceramic plates. 

They have to strip down that damn armor, like, right now. 

But Shepard knows this, feels this too, and her hand disappears so she can grab the waist of his pants and tug on it, even though turian armor is not designed in a way that it could make it come off easily. 

"Help me, will you?" she asks against the side of his mandible, face and incredibly soft lips still so close, her eyelashes brushing his jaw as she looks down between them in the dark and Garrus desperately wishes that he could feel that fluttering. Instead, he's stripping. The rest of his undersuit that was hanging by his hips goes lower when he unfastens every little clasp and belt he has around his spurs. 

Shepard licks his mouth. He rumbles again, louder when the thin fabric of protective weave finally pools on the Mako's floor, and he's right up there against her, pressing close, so close, until his keel digs between her breasts and his side is framed by her knees and he kisses her the human way, with so much tongue and want it leaves her breathless. 

"How much time do we have?" he asks against the underside of her ear, finding a soft spot there, one that pulls a whimper from her. 

"Barely any," she hisses and lets him nibble on the curve of her neck. "Gonna make the most of it?"

"Trying to," he smiles, mandibles catching her messy hair, blood red on silver, hands going up to cradle her nape, to get lost in that soft sea of crimson. 

Shepard likes this, likes the feel of his hide on her skin and she wants more, wants no barriers in those minimal, quiet gaps the differences of their bodies create. Negative space filled with heat and some unintelligible emotion, something like summer, something like home. She melds her body to his and Garrus can't help the low resonance his subvocals start to make. 

"Am I hurting you?" she whispers as she lays tiny kisses on his neck, just beside the edge of the plates shielding his spine. "You're trembling."

"No, I just—," his breath hitches as those kisses turn into gentle nips. Right where a bondmark would go. Spirits, he's slipping. She can't know this, she can't— "You just found all the good buttons to push."

He feels her smirk on his hide. He wants to have her mark here, even though the thought terrifies him.

(Maybe I love you.)

"You know I'm good at pushing buttons."

Garrus chuckles but it comes out rasped. He doesn't care. Not when he can feel her body vibrating, shivering as his hands finally roam downwards, onto her sides, her hips, the soft of her belly that is so blessedly bare. 

He slides a talon along the muscles leading down, around the small divot in the middle, lower still where Shepard's already lifting her hips up to let him free her of her undersuit pants. There's still some fabric that remains, covering her most intimate parts but she grabs his hands and makes him grip the fabric of it in a hurry. 

"Pull this down too," she whisper-commands and he obliges, skims the tips of his blunted talons over the jut of her hipbones, a feature all too familiar on a body made of infinite curves. It traps his gaze, the small hills and valleys, freckled here too, and hairy when he gazes lower, a trail of tiny red curls disappearing between lush thighs as he reveals more of her skin. 

The undergarment only gets down one leg, dangles on the other by her knee when he pries apart her thighs, makes himself at home right in the cradle of them. This is all too fast and all too hot, but none of them complains as they meet in another heated kiss. She smells different like this, stronger, sweet and tangy and something else, pure arousal he realizes, and Garrus can't hold himself back any longer, can't will the swollen edges of his sheath to stay closed. 

"Show me how to touch you," he asks, almost pleads, because damn, he can't be selfish with her, not when he trusts her with his life and wants all the happiness the world can offer for her. That too, is a confession he's not ready to make, not for himself and not for her, but Shepard stops him in his thoughts as she puts her hand back right under his fringe, driving him wild. 

"None of that right now," she pants, breathless as his hands go bruising on her hips. "I just want you inside me."

Fuck, this was not the way Garrus thought he would die.

"I don't want to hurt—" she interrupts him with another kiss, then a hand on his stomach, low enough to almost graze the plates on his groin. 

"Please, Garrus," it's a plea. Broken and rasped. Raw, like a fresh wound. Why is she suffering? 

"Don't let me hurt you. I could not live with myself and the consequences."

"You're sweet," she smiles quietly, looking up at him from under the shadow of those long lashes, eyes burning with fire and want and that same thing that eats his heart alive, while it still beats a wild rhythm only for her. 

Garrus touches a hand between her legs, follows the trail of fascinating hair to where it parts in a seam of flesh, soft folds hiding a hot, wet warmth. It's familiar enough, so much more slick and so much smaller, but there's give in the muscle lower, where his finger finally dips inside her. Spirits, that’s—

She angles her hips, and moans, right beside his ear when his finger slips deeper, almost to the last knuckle in one go and damn if that's not something he'll remember for the rest of his life. 

"C'mon," her lips brush the word against his mandible. He puts his forehead to hers and pulls his hand away, moving her instead, three fingers splayed on the jut of a hipbone. 

It takes a little more shuffling, a little more angling and gripping for him to slot himself right at the apex of her thighs, her warmth scorching here, a sun, a red giant star, her wetness smearing on the bare hide of his stomach and then he's holding her firm and letting his sheath finally, blessedly open, his cock sliding out and into her in a slow, perfect motion. 

Shepard doesn't breathe. She can't. Garrus can feel her shuddering against his keel as he keeps filling her, making way for himself inside her even though there's barely any. He never thought she could— that she would have all of him, like this, with her leg cramping up around his hip, with her throat full to bursting with unsaid curses and whimpers. His subvocals scream, his mind fogged by the feeling of her oh so close, so perfect, so beautiful like this, with her hands bruising his neck and her lips open on some silent shout. 

"Fuck, Garrus I—," there's a hitch in her breath, then a fluttering squeeze right on his cock, her muscles clenching up. He's gonna lose his mind just like how he lost control of his voice. 

(I love you.)

“I got you,” he murmurs instead, eyes half-closed, hands still gripping her waist. “I got you sweetheart.”

Shepard squirms, pulls his face right down to her, then lower, into the crook of her neck and a deep urge surfaces in him, an instinct buried deep under centuries of civilized life and culture, yet it was never erased from his genes. He evolved like this, with the want, the need, to bite, to mark something that he wants to forever keep his own. Turians mate for life. If she leaves now, he thinks he will die. Can another soul be ripped from his own? He would gladly lay in a cold grave with her. Would follow her to the end of the universe and back, just so he can protect her. Shield the one that wants to keep the world from crumbling. Travel through all the stars and Mass Relays laying dormant, see all the wild emptiness and beauty of the galaxy and it would still be nothing compared to the way she looks up at him now. 

There’s water collecting at her pinched brows; sweat, he remembers, and he lifts a hand there to swipe it away. Her eyes are wet too, glossy, glinting in the low light like a starry night sky over home.  

“Garrus—” she presses out between her teeth, her face scrunched up in a frown of pain-pleasure he assumes, because she never makes a move to push him away, to halt this perfect joining. He hopes it’s okay. He hopes he’s not fucking this up. Losing her after this would be a killing blow. A heart-shaped bullet hole right on his heart. 

“Just tell me how,” he takes her cheek in his palm, angles her so that he can kiss her. Slowly. Softly. It’s a fleeting thing that ends with her nipping on his mouth, his tongue, just to get his attention. Like his every nerve was not focused on her anyway from the start. 

“Please move,” she murmurs against his mandible, her body squeezing him tight, making him groan. He pulls back a little, testing, careful, always so afraid of hurting her, his tough girl, but Shepard smiles and it’s enough to make him thrust shallowly into her. “Yeah, you feel so good.”

Garrus’ vision whites out for a second as her insides tug him back inside, so warm and so wet that a messy patch is already forming between their bodies, his sheath hitting her folds, the friction blinding, and the sight even more as he looks down, fringe tangled into her hair, and in the darkness he finds himself nestled deep, her cunt stretched around him, glistening in their combined want. 

He moves, spirits, he moves. And his chest rumbles and his hands shake and his mandibles twitch at her cheek and his heart aches so damn hard it makes his breaths get stuck in his lungs like trapped creatures in a bone cage. 

(I love you so damn much.)

She moves with him like a tide, like water rising on an endless black ocean alight with stars, then falling back, and even though he knows she's the most horrible dancer the galaxy has, she follows the steps of this tango by heart. Maybe because it's wanted. Maybe because it's with him. He desperately wishes that it would be true. 

"I won't last long like this," his voice is barely picked up by the translator and he knows this, hopes that she doesn't mind the sounds he makes. They're real. So perfectly clear in their meaning, so sure in expressing something he's not yet ready to say when she can understand. 

(I love you, I love you, I love you.)

She puts a palm to his stomach, just above his sheath, five lithe fingers mapping out the narrow lines of his sides, and damn, it makes his cock twitch, makes him thrust in roughly for the first time. There's a sound of delight. It comes from her, head tipped back and lips smeared with spit and red strands of hair, like fresh blood after a good brawl. 

"Yes," she breathes out, dragging him down to her, clinging to him tightly as he finally moves his hips in a hard, steady rhythm. His knees are gonna kill him later but it doesn’t matter because he’s with her, joined like lovers, like mates.

She takes his hand, leads it over her body, to the divot of her collarbones, her sternum, the dip of her stomach, then the soft of her belly where she makes him press down a little, makes him feel the distinct shape of him moving inside her. That's something entirely new. 

It makes him even more aware of the fact that this small, fragile woman would take up a krogan in a fistfight and come out alive. It makes him lose his mind. It makes some sick, posessive part of him growl and rumble and hold her so tight he's sure her hips are gonna bruise. 

"Shepard," he hisses, one hand gripping the seat behind her to find more leverage, her sounds getting louder, out of breath and high-pitched, his name a silent mantra only muttered with gaping lips. “Show me how to make you come.”

She whimpers, clutches his fingers tighter on her navel. The talons of his other hand tear the Mako’s seat behind her. She drags his palm over the mound of hairy flesh where they join, and he enjoys carding his talons through the curls, then she takes a thick finger and places the pad of it just above where he’s stretching her open with his cock, on a small bundle of swollen flesh that instantly makes her tighten around him. This is something he could never get used to—the tight warmth clinging to him like a second skin under Palaven’s unforgiving sun. He swipes his thumb over it, then draws a slow circle. The tightness becomes almost unbearable. He keens.  

“Damn clever turian,” she hiccups, grinding into his touch, into his unsteady thrusts, her hand gripping his wrist instead, not guiding but trying to steady herself. “I’m so close, Garrus.”

He nuzzles her jaw at that, forehead meeting forehead after, then lips with plates, tongue with tongue. The kiss breaks off in a series of desperate gasps, and Garrus murmurs against her, “let me come with you. Senna, please I—”

“Love you,” she pants into the crook of his neck, teeth grazing him, and then biting in when he pushes his whole length into her, the stretch unbearable, her words ringing in his ears like endless echoes in a hallway made of dark matter and stardust, and he claims her, puncturing her shoulder and filling her cunt, his tie growing, the taste of her blood bursting on his tongue. Sweet. Salty. Iron. Just like her. 

She tightens on him impossibly so, and then there’s a fluttering, her muscles spasming violently in an orgasm that makes her legs shake and her stomach jump. His thumb slowly stops moving on the bundle of flesh she showed him when her short nails dig forcefully into his forearm. 

(I love you, I love you, I love you—)

Subvocals screaming, his whole body trembling, he finally releases her flesh, knocks his nose against hers until her eyes flutter open, dazed and unfocused, brimmed with tears, pupils dilated to infinity. She smiles, blunt teeth flashing white and blue in the low light, and it takes him a few seconds to realize that it’s his own blood on her lips. 

He leans down to lick it off, to embrace her tighter, to feel the taste of her tingle in the back of his throat. She bit him. She marked him for life.

“I love you so damn much, baby.”

It’s out and it’s his own shot right through his heart, a shard of metal carved out just in the shape of her, and Garrus knows that nothing ever will be the same. The marks, the blood, his tie cradled by her fluttering warmth, his heart laying bare out in the snow, thawing in her warmth. 

Turians don’t like the cold, but Shepard scorches and it's just the right way.

“Thank you,” she whispers, weak now, entirely spent, but not influenced by the poison of want anymore. “I know this was… not how a first date should’ve happened but…” she bites the bruised swell of her bottom lip and he smooths a hand over her cheek, brushing away sticky hairs from her face. “Can we… have a next time?”

Garrus flicks out his mandibles in a smile and hugs her tighter, reassuring, eyes full of hope and wonder and her own disheveled reflection, “I want all the next times with you.”

“Good,” her grin tickles his hide, mischievous now. “I’m looking forward to it.”

(I do too. I do, I do, I do.)

[hees-sweetheart]

| fatal trouble |

genre : angst / fluff ? - warning : abuse, pet-names - very short

1st fanfic ~! (ignore bad grammar - wrong name in texts)

ceo!heeseung x employees stepdaughter!reader

| - - - | now playing : falling behind - laufey | - - - |

Wonyoung, Yeji and me all burst out in laughter and tears, our cheeks beginning to hurt from constantly laughing.

"Oh -- And it was so hard to focus in class today because Mr. Sim looked so good today !! like the button up, the glasses- ahhh!! i couldn't even process the words he was saying during the lesson!" Wonyoung explains, using her hands and face expressions to make it more obvious that she was obsessed with him. 

"Wonny, you really need to stop simping over him." Yeji rolls her eyes, chuckling as she does so. 

We're all silent for a couple seconds before i snort and we all burst out in laughter again. I pull myself together and sit up straight. "What time is it?" I ask Yeji.

"Oh- Shoot its 11:30-" Yeji stares in shock at her phone screen.

"Oh geez, uh- bye !!! I gotta go, love you both!" I run out of her bedroom, picking up my stuff and running out of the house and back to mine. I eventually get there after about 2 minutes of running, panting as i walk into the house. I shut the door behind me and put my shoes on the shoe rack before i turn around and see my stepfather.

"You're late again, Y/n. I told you your curfew was at 9. Look at the time." My stepfather grumbled, standing up from the nearby recliner.

11:45, the clock reads.

"I'm sorry-- i just got so caught up in things with Yeji and Wonyoung that we lost track of time! I'm really sorry." I continue to apologize, but that never works in these situations. 

SMACK.

A hand swipes across my face, faster than i can move away. I wince in pain and fear, backing away until my back hits the wall. Whimpers of fear and sadness escape my lips as my stepfather hits me again. I sit there because i'm unable to do anything, and if i do, he'll just make it worse for me.

A knock on the door startles my stepfather, causing flinching backwards away from me. He walks to go see who's knocking. 

"Hello, i realized that you haven't completed your assignment from last week." A man around my age speaks to my stepfather once he opens the door, his eyes stuck on his black leather gloves as he rubs his hands together and continues to speak. I need to have a word with you, mind if i come in?" My stepfather hesitates to open the door any wider, but accepts and lets the mysterious young man inside.

The mysterious young man stares at me as he enters the home, an eyebrow raised as he studies my face from afar. It seems that he notices the red hand print, and it looks like he could cut my stepfather with his sharp glare directed at him. My stepfather sits on the couch and begins speaking to me.

"Get our guest something to drink, will you sweetie?" He looks at me with a fake kind smile, and i return it, hiding the tears in my eyes.

"Of course stepfather." I reply in a mutter, rushing to the kitchen as the mysterious man stares at me, a curious expression on his face.

As i fill up the water i feel a tap on my shoulder. "Gah!" I try to shout but the mysterious young man covers my mouth quickly, and i pull away when i realize it's him. "What do you want?"

"I told your stepfather i had to use the bathroom. Now, quickly, tell me what this mark is from." He begins to rub the area on my cheek with his clothed thumb that my stepfather had hit. I blush and i shouldn't, so i try to hide it, but it seems he notices and he slowly removes his hand. 

I hold my hand out in the direction of my stepfather.

"H- he did that?" His eyes widen in surprise as he speaks but quickly he hides his expression.

I nod slowly and he turns around, and walks back to the area my stepfather is in. I bring the water behind him and fake a smile on my face and hand it to the him before he sits down across from my stepfather.  

"Why is your daughter faking a smile? She's acting odd. Mind telling me why?" He tilts his head and his eyes narrow. 

"Since when is this about my stepdaughter?" My stepfather tries to defend himself, but it quickly backfires.

"There's a red mark on her cheek, from being hit with a hand the size of yours. Theres nobody here except you two, And she arrived here in good condition. I got here earlier than you think i did, I was on an important phone call in my car. So, tell me.. Do i need to call the authorities?"

My stepfather turns red and his eyes widen. "N- no need." 

My stepfather sweats as he realizes he's been caught, and the mysterious man runs a hand through his hair. "I'm going to let her stay somewhere else tonight, I don't trust you. And I'm lowering your salary for a couple weeks," He turns to look at me. "Pack a couple bags." 

"I- are you sure?" I scratch the back of my neck. 

"Im sure." His gaze softens and he smiles.

"O-okay!" I run to my bedroom and begin to pack.

I hear a clash come from the living room, and a sudden shout but it stops. I rush outside my bedroom to see whats going on. I run out to see the mysterious man holding my stepfathers arm that looked like it was about to hit him, with a grip so tight my father's arm cant move.

"Don't you dare hit me." He throws my stepfather's arm to the side, and my stepfather falls back onto the couch, clutching his wrist.

"Lets go." He walks into my room and grabs my bags, quickly rushing out of the house, pushing me with his hand on the small of my back.

He walks me to a dark blue car, setting my bags in the backseat. He walks around and opens the car door for me. "Thank you..." I mutter before i raise an eyebrow at him and sit. He looks back at me with a confused expression.

"What? Is something wrong?" He speaks, his head moving slightly closer to the inside the car, closer to me.

"What's your name?" I ask, my head tilted slightly to the right. 

He smiles softly at me. "I'm Heeseung."

He walks around the car and sits in the drivers seat, turning the car on. I feel a buzz in my pocket and hear a text notification. I pick my phone up to check the text as he begins to drive.

"Who's that? Your boyfriend?" He asks, driving out of my neighborhood.

"Uhm- no- I don't have one, my stepfather is.. overly strict..." I blush. "What's it like to have a girlfriend though?" I look at him.

He looks back at me for a second before turning his eyes back to the road and speaking. "I dont have one."

"Oh. Why?" I ask, my hands settled on my lap as i look out the window.

"Because your stepfather is strict." He smirks and i blush, my eyes widening.

"H-huh?!" I mutter.

"Im kidding, sweetheart." He laughs, and i blush even more at the sudden name.

He begins to drive as i read the text. Its Yeji.

                                                  🌸yejister🍡

I look up from my phone screen to see that we're parked in front of a pretty big apartment, but big enough for only 3 people. 

i hope he lives alone..

As he quickly opens the door for me i stand up and hear giggling from inside the house. The voice sounds slightly familiar.  We walked to the front door and he opens it, revealing a messy apartment, a friend of some sort, and another person. The one i look at seems awfully familiar.

My eyes widen when i realize who it is. 

"bsf/n..?" i mutter. She turns her head to look at me, and her eyes widen as well.

"Y/n?!" She springs off the couch, and runs to hug me. "Oh my goodness i never thought i'd meet you in person!!" She squeezes me tightly and i laugh and hug her back. "What brings you here? I didnt know you knew Heeseung..!!" She motions to the man behind her. "By the way this is my boyfriend, Jake." Jake smiles and waves at me.

"Its a long story, I'd prefer for Heeseung to tell you. But he's also my stepfathers boss." I smile. "Also, if you're here.. Where am i gonna sleep? There's only one bedroom and then the sofa..?" I look from bsf/n to the man behind her, and then to Heeseung. 

The apartment consists of a kitchen, a bedroom, a bathroom,  a laundry room, and the living room. Not much else other than basic things.

"Well.. I can sleep with my boyfriend on the couch, and you two could share the bedroom?" bsf/n suggests and i blush more than i should.

"I dont know if Heeseung would be comfortable sharing a room with me.." I chuckle nervously at the end of my sentence, scratching the back of my neck.

"Im fine with it as long as you are, sweetheart." Heeseung winks at me and i turn my head away to hide my blush.

(1/2?)

A/N if you like this ill give u a part twoooo 💀💀

[bi-bard]

Good God, Let Me Give You My Life - Walt De Ville Imagine [The Invitation]

Title: Good God, Let Me Give You My Life

Pairing: Walt De Ville X Reader

Based On: Take Me to Church

Word Count: 727 words

Warning(s): manipulation, blood-drinking, murder

Summary: The De Ville manor often felt like it was its own universe. It was easy for one to get pulled in and entranced by the beauty and mystery of the house and its owner. (Y/n) was one of many to experience such a phenomenon. However, this trance may hold (Y/n) in a stronger grip than most.

Author's Note: Thank you, Netflix, for finally telling me how to spell this man's name.

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I don't remember when I met Walt De Ville.

It had become a blur over the course of my time there. If I ever thought about it, I would find myself distracted by my other memories at the manor.

Memories like the first time Walt kissed me. Or when he led me through the halls, watching my face as I looked at every detail that I could find. Or dancing with him.

Every night we fell asleep together.

Every night we had dinner together.

I don't think I had ever been as happy as I was with Walt.

It didn't take me long to crave being held, kissed, loved.

As long as it was by Walt.

I never questioned my commitment to him. It always just made sense. Like it was the most natural thing in the world for me. I would do anything to be in that state of bliss forever.

And I was ready to prove that to him.

We were at dinner one night.

Walt and I were each sitting on one side of the table next to the corner. He had reached over and took one of my hands while I got a sip out of my glass. As I placed the glass down again, my eyes fell to Walt. He had turned my arm over.

"What are you doing," I asked. Not worried, simply curious.

His thumb ran along my skin gently as he responded, "Do you trust me, my love?"

"Of course, I do," I nodded.

I took a deep breath as Walter pressed a kiss to my skin.

His nail sharpened before dragging along my skin. I hissed a bit at the feeling of my skin being cut. Walt quietly shushed me, using his free hand to draw circles on my wrist.

His tongue traced the cut as blood pebbled along the surface.

I felt no anxiety. I had no questions.

His mouth latched onto the wound.

A small grin pulled at my lips as I watched him closely. He was the center of my universe. These moments were merely my attempts to prove that to him.

My free hand ran through his hair.

We were both lost in the moment together for what felt like an eternity.

The creaking door caught our attention. Well, my attention. Walt pulled his mouth away from my arm, but I was the only one who turned my attention toward the door.

It was one of the new maids.

The poor things began rambling. Asking what we were doing, what Walt was thinking. It was senseless and panicked. Some strange mix of misguided protectiveness and complete confusion.

I stood up slowly.

Her questions turned to me. She asked if I was alright or if I needed help. Her eyes were so stuck on my face that she didn't see my hand move as I rounded the table.

"Come on, we can go now-"

"I'm okay," I said. "I don't need to go anywhere."

"What? What are you talking about-"

One of my hands wrapped around her hair to pull her hand back. My other hand brought a knife up and dragged the blade along her neck.

I watched the blood spurt from her neck with a blank expression. I let go of her hair. Her body fell to the floor a few moments later. I placed the knife back on the table.

Walt had stood up by the time I walked back over to him.

His hand cupped the side of my face for a moment. He grinned at me before leaning over and pressing his lips to mine.

The kiss was passionate. Like it was a heat-of-the-moment decision. My hands found his shoulders as I kissed him back. I felt my thoughts twirling around my brain. He was finding every part of my mind and placing this spell over it. I relaxed, leaning against him a bit more.

I slowly leaned back, staring at his eyes through this dream-like gaze.

"I'm sorry for the mess," I mumbled, almost feeling drunk from the kiss.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, my love," he replied, kissing me again. "You were perfect."

I hummed into the kiss. "I love you, Walt."

And I would never hesitate to prove that to him.

In that moment, I was nothing short of blessed by him.

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Enchanting - Prologue | MC Steve x Reader

To the tune of cheering, bursting fireworks, and the clinking of glasses, I wish that I could tell you that I was starting the new year off right. But that wouldn't quite be the truth, would it? With all of the sniffles of a new cold coming on, a healing two inch long cut on the back of my hand from my own pet cat, and hot chocolate resting in my favorite mug, I couldn't help but shudder from the coughing that I was trying to suppress. The tickling at the back of my throat was becoming more bothersome with each passing moment, and for some reason neither water nor hot cocoa were doing the trick.

Swiping a tissue from the box in the bathroom, I used the gentle cloth to wipe away what I thought was the phlegm at the corners of my mouth, glaring at the colorfully patterned cardboard I had grabbed my tissue from. I wished that I could just yell at the bright, happy colors to just shut up. It wasn't fair that I was having a bad day, and this box of tissues wasn't. It wasn't fair that the cat just had to scratch my hand, and then acted fine around the guests tonight because god forbid someone in my life loved and appreciated me (I love you mom, but sometimes I just wish the cat did too). And it wasn't fair that I was the one in the family to catch a cold when I literally don't talk to anyone at school.

Okay, that was a bit of a lie, I thought to myself, crumpling up the tissue before tossing it into the trash can, I have Alex. My best friend of almost two years now. We'd become unlikely friends in the middle of our freshman year of high school -- not because we didn't like each other or anything, but because our interests were so different. But I digress.

As I turned towards the door, my shoulders shook once again with a coughing fit, and I brought my hand up to my mouth to stifle the sound. Damn it. I could feel something small and soft crawling up the back of my throat.

Ew, what the heck?!

Whatever it was had finally travelled up to my mouth. I sputtered and spat, pulling out that wet, slippery, whatever the fuck that was from off the far end of my tongue between two fingers, holding it out in front of my body with mild disgust etched onto my face.

A single, bright pink petal innocently dangled between my index finger and thumb.

My stomach began to swim as my mouth filled with saliva. I put a hand to my stomach, scared that I was about to throw up as a single word filled my mind.

Hanahaki.

No. 

I slowly shook my head, letting go of the petal and watching it unceremoniously drop to the ground from the weight of my own spit as it stuck to the bathroom tiles. It was strange when I initially realized that I had the disease. I didn't shake, didn't cry, didn't even say a word. All I could feel was my heart sinking farther into my guts as I blankly stared at the nasty little petal lying on the ground. At that point, I hadn't really been surprised at the realization. My mind was temporarily soothed that I had finally labeled the reason why my breathing had begun to worsen over the weeks and it always felt like I had something caught in my throat that I just couldn't get rid of. 

I reminded myself that this disease had the potential to be deadly.

My skull began to throb with an oncoming headache.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

That's when a flash of red caught the corner of my eye, bringing my attention to the crumpled up paper resting at the top of the waste bin. Small splotches of crimson dotted the white of a discarded tissue, my tissue, that I had wiped my face with earlier. 

My eyes snapped to my hands to find thin ruby smears across my palms from when I had coughed earlier. How had I been so blind to have not noticed it sooner?

Damn it.

. +*

The MC Steve/Reader Hanahaki disease fanfic you've been looking for. Maybe I'll even finish it...

[friesian]

1,2,6,16,20 for Marwyd and Tiyrnan (@likemesomesalads)

THAT'S A LOT OF PIZZA (QUESTIONS)!!! LETS DO IT!!! WOO HOO!!!

MARWYD:

Who makes up your family?  How close are you to them?

"Ahhhh.. well, uh, that's a complicated one. Obvious answer is my sister, Niddhil. Closest person I got. We've been through it all together. Everythin'. All the highs'n lows that a Commander could possibly face-- and she stuck by with me until the end. Hell, she ended up even havin' a nephew. Little guy is my pride'n joy… did you know he could box? I didn't. She took me to one of his junior boxin' courses a few months back and I ain't ever seen a boy with more fire in his eyes at only a few years old. I think he could maybe even beat the shit out of me on day when he's older!"

"Otherwise there's… my father. Ishmayl. I uh, I dunno if I wanna talk about him, though. Basic rundown is that he's the person who found me when I came outta that oasis and took care of me. Taught me the ropes of life… but uh, ya'know. Shit don't always go as planned, I guess. Fuck if I know."

"… just don't ask me about'em anymore, alright?"

Who is your best friend?  Tell us about them!

"Well, I got asked about Hua-- guess I'll talk about Lei now. Zheng Hualei. Lei's.. he's… uh, really somethin'. I see a lot of myself in him some days. Other days, he's nothin' like me. We met at a Gala. Guy called my sister a bitch so I threw his ass into a fountain. Ever since, he hated my guts. To the point where he tricked me into punchin' Hua-- since he and Hua share a body. Long story."

"Anyways, after everythin', I learned that kindness sorta made'em go away? And I started bein' more 'kind', as much as I could. But… ya'know how they say the ones who need the most kindness are the ones that are the hardest to give it to? That applied here. But it sorta worked in the long run. He's nicer now. Says sorry. Thank you. Even likes spendin' time with me now. Gives me gifts that ain't shards of glass stuck in candy. Fer my birthday, he carved me a horse from memory… even has a little cut in the ear just like me. Cute little thing, honestly."

"Only complaint I have is that he gets WEIRD with me. Like, really weird. Stares at me, gets high and starts talkin' about how 'pretty' my eyes are, found some weird ass scraps of paper where he just writes my name over and over. Y'all know he even drew me once? I didn't know. Good drawin' though, but… the way he found even the smallest little feature to draw on me was odd. Little shit is weird. But.. at least he's kind…er. Kinder."

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do? [COPY PASTED]

"Leave home. Probably. You spend twenty damn years under someone's thumb. Beck and call. Their ire. Their eye. Then you just gotta leave everythin' you know behind fer some weird land that you don't barely know a lick about. I gave it all up. Fer what I have now, I'd say it's worth it-- sometimes. The job I got ain't anythin' I would've picked. Fuck, I would've gone back to outlawin' by now had that shit with the damn Tree not happened. Ah well, but… I know everyone I know now. I know my sister. I know my best friends."

"… but sometimes, I do wonder about my family."

Describe your perfect day. [COPY PASTED]

"Hm.. probably goin' to a rodeo. Maybe spendin' time with Saint Elmo'n my flock of birds. Barbeque at the end, and campin' out in the desert. Sounds like my kinda day. Ain't complicated."

Describe your biggest pet peeve.

"Stupid motherfuckin' people makin' a big ass showboat out of themselves to be the center of attention. It's LOUD. It's ANNOYIN'. They don't know when to STOP. Why do you EVEN NEED attention? It's nothin' but a pain in the ass fer all involved. I could be doin' work. Studyin'. Cleanin' up messes or fixin' shit, and here you are doin' everythin' in your power to have eyes look at you. The HELL DO YOU NEED IT FER? KNOCK IT OFF."

TIYRNAN

Who makes up your family?  How close are you to them?

"As a firstborn I suppose that I have many brothers and sisters. None of which, I am close to. They all disgust me in their own little ways. Too kind. Too obnoxious. Too considerate. None of them ever resonated with me. Save.. for one, of course, but we do not talk about them."

"The short version for you is that I care not for family, and I care not for connections."

Who is your best friend?  Tell us about them!

"I do not have friends. See above. I do not care for connections."

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?

"Abscond the mortal limits to become something that one may find to be nothing but a monster. Truly, it was painful. Every part of my body twisted and turned into something that was only parallel to the self. A reflection, yes, but one in oil. Where your own eyes can't see past something so abstract, clouded, darkened, and misremembered. Someone made that thing you call a body, long, long ago… but they turned it into something utterly wrong. Perhaps that's what I am. Misremembered. Though, I do see clearly enough now. And what I see is…"

"Hm…"

"Perhaps it's best for me not to complete that thought."

Describe your perfect day.

"A perfect day? That's the day I finally find myself with my hands wrung around the neck of that fool that everyone calls 'Commander'. The perfect day, is the day that I see the light that burned within them completely snuffed out by the heel of my boot as I drag his corpse alongside me to be twisted and mangled into something that is completely unrecognizable-- beyond even what the mind can place back together. An unsolvable puzzle. An unidentifiable body. Truly, a perfect goddamn day."

Describe your biggest pet peeve.

"People preaching to me about ethics, or morals, or any of that. Do you think science cares for your morals? Do you think life cares for your ethics? I will tell you one thing right here, right now. Were it not for people like me who did not care for these things, we would not know what half of the bacterium and viruses on this planet would do. We would not know how the body works. We would know not know anything in terms of science. And if I hear one more person attempt to moralize my work towards me, I can assure you that we will find out what the advanced stages of a prion disease can do the mind and body."

[j-graysonlibrary]

Heartbeats; Paradise Chapter 16

Title: Heartbeats; Paradise

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 112K

Genres: Psychological thriller, drama, sci-fi, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: Melvin Hardy and Kade Axel appear to be a match made in heaven. After a meet-cute in the rain, the two quickly find themselves in a burgeoning, wholesome relationship.

Yet, things feel…off. It isn’t the ghosts of their pasts that resurface to test the strength of their partnership—no—it’s something nebulous. Something indescribable. Melvin can’t put his finger on it but, the more time he spends with Kade, the more he starts to wonder what’s real and what’s pure fiction. 

Full chapter 16 under the cut:

Chapter Sixteen:

I have no control anymore but I’m cognizant of that fact. I almost wish my awareness would fade away like it used to in the beginning but no—I’m stuck as a prisoner in my own body. No matter what I truly think or feel, the prepared words are what come out and I’m forced to do things I don’t really want to do.

Though I suppose I could be locked in this mental prison with far worse external situations. Fighting in a war, watching someone I love get tortured but being unable to help, or just existing in an abusive, violent home with no escape.

I decide I should consider myself lucky since I’m only going on dates with Kade day in and day out.

If I wasn’t so rigid and under the thumb of whoever is watching us then I might even be enjoying my time. But without the ability to be myself or even so much as lift a finger on my own, it’s quite stressful.

Nothing bad is happening, sure, but I worry that things will take a turn and I’ll be at the mercy of this force. I don’t have anything in particular in mind when I consider this possibility but it’s an ongoing fear I have.

The blue glow of the aquarium glass reflects off of Kade’s skin and intensifies the color of his eyes. He’s watching the dolphins swim by with fascination and he goes to place his hand on the glass but thinks better of it.

I smile as his eyes dart around the cool, dark room in pure wonder. This date was my idea—or rather, the brain fog’s idea, but I’m enjoying it so far nonetheless.

Before this, we went to the beach on the bay to have a full day there, soaking in the sun and enjoying each other’s company. We also visited a museum that detailed a lot of local art and artists. Then the fair came to town last week so we spent a couple of days checking out all the rides and events.

In the lull between our big dates we had a much smaller, homier, one to celebrate our six month anniversary. I still can’t believe it’s been six entire months.

They’ve both sped by and felt like an eternity.

I walk slightly behind Kade as we stroll through a glass tunnel. Fish swim overhead in large, colorful schools and he cranes his head up to watch them.

I know everything there is to know about Kade. He’s told me all about his life and we’ve shared so many secrets with one another that we’ve never shared with anyone else. Yet, sometimes, when I look at him, I can’t help but think that I don’t really know who he is.

It’s a quiet thought but a pervasive one. And the brain fog really doesn’t like it when I think about it.

To be fair, I don’t know how well Kade knows me either. While I’ve told him basically every detail about my life and he knows my heart to an extent, I don’t know if he knows my soul at all.

I don’t even know my own soul.

So how could he?

This month of just Kade and I—of not seeing anyone else except passing strangers—is driving me to the brink. As I think that, I hold onto my boyfriend’s hand and tell him, “I wish every day could be like this.”

He doesn’t see the clear disconnect between my eyes and my words. He returns my smile with a wider, prettier one. “Me too.”

***

My sanity is saved when Kade tells me that we’re going somewhere for a party—that other people we know will be there. Or they should be, at least. The party is for Starla’s birthday so, at the bare minimum, she will be present. And, while I can’t say I’ve ever had a long or riveting conversation with his sister (certainly nothing that would lead me to believe she’s struggling in a way similar to me and Oz or even Bree), I’m still happy just at the prospect of seeing others.

Oz won’t be there, naturally, but he’s almost always on my mind when I have a moment to slow down. When Kade and I are together now, he completely takes over my thoughts, often carrying me through the act of sex from start to finish.

And, when I’m stuck in the apartment but Kade isn’t at my immediate side, I’ll often slip away to the bathroom and masturbate with the memory of my night with Oz guiding my hand.

Guilt continues to fester in my heart but it’s not like I can have an open and honest conversation with Kade anyway. Believe me—if I’d had an opportunity to actually speak my mind over this past month, I would have mentioned the affair.

The way the feelings twist in my gut and make me itch are reason enough but I also think Kade simply deserves to know.

I doubt I’ll ever be allowed to tell him.

It doesn’t fit in with what the overseeing force wants from us so it won’t be discussed.

My hands tighten on the steering wheel of my car as I drive towards the party. It’s not especially far from the apartment and we could have walked but it’s getting hot out and neither Kade nor I want to deal with the sun beating down on us for longer than we have to.

The condominium that Starla rents is fairly small with only one neighbor we have to worry about disturbing. There are decorations out in the front and someone that I don’t recognize mans a grill. They wave at us as we walk past.

Both the front and back doors are open to Starla’s home and the guests pass through rather than walk around to access each side of the party. The table for presents is inside as well as the bar hosting several pre-made drinks that I consider snagging. Though, when I think about it, I’m not sure if alcohol will make the brain fog better or worse.

It’s probably not worth the risk, I settle.

Starla pops out from the side hall while Kade sets down our present with the others. She’s wearing her hair down for the first time since I’ve known her and she looks even more like her brother than usual.

“Kade! You’re here early,” she says and pulls him into a hug immediately.

She grips onto his back, squeezing him, and her eyes travel up, to me. The contact puts me on the spot and I look away.

“How long can you stay?” Starla asks as she puts some distance between them. She doesn’t glance over at me any more so I’m sure that look was merely an accident.

This time it’s Kade that’s the one to make eye contact with me but that’s at least expected. He’s deferring to me for the answer.

I hum a little to myself before shrugging. “As late as you want to stay, Kade.”

“You have work in the morning, don’t you?” He tilts his head to the side.

“Sure but I don’t mind.”

 I wasn’t aware I have work—this is news to me. All month, I’ve been out of the office. Why is it starting back up now? Will everyone be back to normal, I wonder, or will my office be full of zombies still?

My unease must be clear because Starla asks, “You sure you’re okay? You seem a bit…”

“Put out,” Kade finishes for her.

I shake my head. “I really don’t mind.” I cement my point by rubbing Kade’s arm and giving him a small squeeze. “It’s been a while since you’ve seen everyone. You should have fun.”

“You can have fun too, you know.” Kade playfully swats me away.

“I’ll try.”

It’s, perhaps, the wrong sentiment. I will be trying to do something but I wouldn’t necessarily call it ‘fun’. But, with Kade potentially occupied for the night, I feel I have a better chance of getting Bree alone and talking to her.

If she shows up.

I’m hoping she does and it makes sense that she will but the longer we stay at the party the more I begin to doubt myself. I hang around the man grilling meats and I watch the cars pass by the parking lot.

“Want a steak?” the man asks me as he plops over a thick cut of meat onto a nearby plate. He’s grinning, satisfied with himself.

“Um, no thanks.” I smile back, politely, and decline his offer. I don’t turn away from him though. “So, how do you know Starla?”

I should expect such a thing by now but it still surprises me when his eyes return to the grill where he slaps a fresh, raw steak onto the fire. “Want a steak?” he repeats with the same inflection and smirk.

I groan. “No,” I say again and give up.

He doesn’t try to talk to me any longer but I do hear him ask the same question to other guests, each of whom silently take a plate of food and then wander off. It’s as if I’m not supposed to have conversation with him and he exists solely to dole out grilled meats.

The thought makes my stomach upset and I cross my arms, returning my sights to the road. A new car is pulling into the lot and, after a few sad attempts, finally parks in a tight space.

Nate and Bree both step out and I perk up instantly.

“I’m fine,” Nate says and rolls his eyes, “I didn’t hit anyone on the way out.”

“Well I almost did,” Bree counters and slams the car door. “You should have picked a different spot.”

Nate answers only by sticking his tongue out at her. 

They approach the condo and I walk closer. Just as I’m ready to say hi, Kade comes rushing out from inside and breezes past me.

“Guys!” Kade greets them with a wide smile. “It’s been so long!”

He hugs the both of them and I quietly step closer. Maybe I’ll go unnoticed but I’m ready to grab Bree’s arm if I have to—if I’m allowed.

“Over a month,” Bree states with a hint of irritation in her voice. Her smile stays firmly in place, however.

“True!” Nate gasps and turns directly toward Kade. “O. M. G. I need to tell you about this guy I went out with the other week.”

Kade’s brow rises as Bree begins to snicker, already knowing about the story, apparently.

“We need to talk in private. It’s juicy.” Nate grabs Kade’s arm and practically drags him inside the condo, away from potential eavesdroppers. Or, more specifically, away from me.

“Well…that was sudden,” I say, pleased that I’m able to speak my mind. I look to Bree and resist the urge to grab her by the shoulders to hold her in place. I don’t want to come off too intensely.

“Yeah. But this works out, right?” The woman smiles and attempts to tuck her hair back behind her ear. Like always, it falls right back into her face. “We can talk out of earshot for at least a minute or two.”

I nod and we step a little farther away from the meat man although I doubt he’s much of a concern.

Still, I keep my voice down as I begin, “I went to see Oswald Friar last month. He and I are both experiencing the same things—some brain fog and a disembodied voice commanding us to talk and act in certain ways. But you knew that, didn’t you? That’s why you gave me his address before, right?”

She rubs her lips together, clearly thinking. “I…” she sighs. “That force…as long as it’s not fixated on you, Oswald’s apartment is safe. It’s harder for it to get through there.”

I feel a lump form in my throat so I promptly try to swallow it down. “Tell me what you know.”

Though I’m almost afraid to know it, I figure I can share the information with Oswald the second I get the chance. He’s better at piecing these things together anyway. Though, depending on what Bree says, we might not need to talk it out.

She could have the answer, plain and simple.

That almost scares me more, to be honest.

“I can’t,” Bree shatters my hopes in a second. She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “He’s too close.”

“…Who?” I ask though I have a gut feeling I know who she means.

She keeps eye contact but she doesn’t respond for a second. And then she says it, “Kade.”

My heart skips a beat and, while I know it makes sense, I still struggle to accept it. There are enough rogue instances where I’m sure he’s been affected like I have. Plus, it’s not like the presence is around only when Kade is.

“But he—” I try to say but my words are cut off by my actions.

I don’t know how it’s happened or why, for that matter, but I’m bent down, kissing Bree. My face twists in confusion as I continue to kiss her.

To my relief, she shoves me off.

But it’s a little too late.

My eyes follow Bree as she runs away and past Kade and Nate. They must have just come back outside and I can tell, based on the heartbroken look on my boyfriend’s face, that he’s seen the kiss.

[phantomrose96]

Joyrider

(Welcome to another warm-up writing piece. cw for mild body horror)

...

The mall food court doubled rather nicely as a battle-dome.

It fit the bill: a flat and circular arena, crowned two-stories up by a hemisphere of glass windows which lapsed iridescent in the maelstrom of ecto-fire.

Spectator chairs sat empty, hastily shoved back and knocked over by the Amity Park mall patrons who knew to leg it at the first sound of explosions and the first sign of the atmosphere tipping dark. Admittedly, the patron evacuation took longer than Danny anticipated, and he backed himself into a corner playing defense for the 50 some-odd people who, worn-out on the every-day mundanity of ghost alarms, took their time gathering belongings, or shutting off burners, or working in a few last bites of a burger.

So with the crowd gone and the stage their own, Danny found himself pressed back against a vat of french fry oil, hands braced against the handle of a broom he held out horizontally, which the ghost gripped with equal measure and shoved her full weight against.

“Oh, why not take a little dip, Ghost Boy? I hear the water’s nice.”

“No thanks,” Danny answered, shoving harder. “I never was much of a hot tub guy. You on the other hand—”

Danny set a foot forward and pivoted, body fueling the torque as he spun the broom, and tore the ghost with him, a pirouette to swap their spots and jam the ghost back-pressed to the fryer.

“—you seem like you’d like it hot.”

The ghost barked a laugh, jaw stretching lower and loose than Danny was comfortable with.

“Ha! You sure? Not very heroic of you to deep fry this girl I’m possessing.”

Danny faltered. His grip slipped. His blood chilled to ice as the information clicked in place – as he recognized the sensation of a ghost talking through someone. This wasn’t the ghost’s own form. This was some girl. How had he not felt—

A blast took him by the ribs. Danny doubled over, immediately kicked back. A foot found contact with his face, driving him down, until the girl’s wet and slippery fingers pinned him down by the wrists.

Danny strained. He could pivot his wrist a fraction of an inch left or right, but he could not break the hold.

“Get off me!”

And a voice answered from behind him.

“I can help with that.”

Danny craned his neck. Upside down, vantage point from the floor, he registered Sam’s combat boots slam into focus. She bent to one knee, a bazooka locked on the other. It charged, whined, and erupted with an explosion of green light.

The ghost shrieked. It took only an instant of resistance before the ghost tore cleanly from the girl possessed.

“Now if you don’t mind me—” Tucker, by the voice. Danny heard the whine of a Fenton Thermos heating up. “—I’d officially like to change my order from fries to soup.”

The beam burst forth, and the writhing, shrieking, yelping form of the exorcised ghost clawed and scratched in Danny’s direction before the thermos consumed her in full.

“Really? ‘Fries to soup’? Even Danny can do better than that.”

“Hey,” Danny answered.

“I was thinking on my feet, Sam. I didn’t hear any witty quips from you.”

The conversation fell away from Danny’s focus as the full human weight of the possessed girl dropped down on him. Gently, Danny gripped her by the shoulder, lifting her as he pushed himself into a sitting position.

“Your parents’ anti-possession gear is getting good. I don’t think I’ve seen an exorcism work that quickly.” Sam’s voice, now at his side. Danny glanced over, finding her kneeling beside him. “Is she hurt?”

Danny gave the girl a once-over. She was pale, cold, lips seeping blue. A mottled, blackish bruise spread across her temple, partially hidden beneath loose red bangs.

“I don’t… totally know. I didn’t land any hits on her, thankfully. But who knows what that ghost might have done. We should call an ambulance.”

“On it,” Tucker, from behind.

“Do you… do you think the bazooka might have hurt her?” Sam asked.

Danny shook his head. “Mom and Dad have blasted each other with that thing a hundred times. Dad got himself possessed by the box ghost for a trial run. It doesn’t hurt people. …Maybe she just needs a minute.”

“Lay her down, maybe?”

“Good idea.”

Danny eased forward, careful in his movements. Something about his grip slipped, sliding loose and rolling forward, and she fell unceremoniously from his arms, shoulder knocking ground as she lay there partially turned on her side.

“Danny!”

“Sorry! I didn’t—something slipped!”

“Well don’t leave her like—” Sam gripped a hand to the girl’s shoulder, weight behind her wrist to roll the girl fully onto her back. Sam’s hand froze, and then yanked away.

“What?” Danny asked.

“That didn’t feel right.” Sam only stared down, her hand hovering, twitching in increments. “Way too cold… and loose.”

“Loose?”

“Danny, look at her hands. What’s wrong with her hands?”

Danny looked. The skin stretched and wrapped the bones of her fingers as if rotated partway around. Her fingernails sat off-center, twisted around and bunched up like a glove. Sam’s hand came back into view, and she clamped it to the girl’s wrist.

“It’s like jelly. Danny it’s like jelly. Why is she this cold? Danny, I don’t think she’s—”

Something new caught Danny’s eye, a purple discoloration peeking out from the bottom ruffles of the girl’s shirt. His hands seemed to move on their own as he reached down, and pinched the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it back.

Black bruising consumed her torso, caving deep and bloating, pruning around the trails of heavy stitching that ran along the tracks of surgical cuts carving through her abdomen.

Danny yanked his hand away as if burned.

“Danny, she’s not breathing.”

The rest of Danny’s thoughts drowned in the swelling wail of the approaching ambulance siren.

…

Outside the Fenton Portal, green lighting doused the only part of Danny’s form not hidden in shadow, and danced with the fire of his glowing green eyes. Danny uncapped the thermos in his hand, and he trailed his thumb along the eject switch.

A new consuming green light belted forth, lasting only a moment until it vanished with a twin-braided ghost in its wake. The ghost blinked, smoothing over her hair and pulling the ends of her braids over her shoulders.

“Oh, it’s the Ghost Boy again. I thought you’d just throw me back in the Ghost Zone. Are you interested in a round 2?”

“No, not interested,” Danny answered, tone colder than ice.

“Yeesh, you’re quite sour. No more puns?”

“Why were you possessing that girl?”

“Hmm?”

“Why were you possessing her?”

The ghost blinked, green portal light mixing murkily with her purple eyes. “No particular reason. It was just a joyride.”

“A joyr—she was dead.”

Another blink. “Yeah I know. She was sitting in the morgue. She was in like a car crash or something and they already took all her organs. They didn’t need her. And I was gonna give her back, but you had to go and make it a whole thing.” The girl swooped forward, eyes wide and roving over Danny. “You seem mad. Wanna call a truce?” She stuck a hand forward. “I’m Melissa, by the way.”

Danny jolted, eyes flashing brighter. “No, you’re not. That girl was Melissa.”

“Oh for real?” Melissa let out a chuckle. “Crazy coincidence. I like don’t even know that many Melissas. Anyway truce?”

“No.” Danny ran his fingers through his hair. “You were possessing the body of a dead girl and you made me fight her! Don’t you see how that’s—that’s so—how fucked up—that you’d even—”

“Well I mean, I didn’t make you fight me. You made that happen. I was minding my business.”

“Doing what?”

“Shopping. Why else would I take a body for a joyride? I stole some cute clothes to wear. Stole some food to eat. Oh! That outfit I was wearing when we were fighting? Yeah I picked that out. She was in like a hospital gown when I found her. Super cute improvement right?”

An ectoblast sounded and connected with the wall behind Melissa, missing her a foot to the right. Danny’s hand glowed, and his eyes focused with a razor sharpness.

“Stop talking like that, okay? It’s pissing me off. I need you to tell me you know this was fucked up.”

Melissa put a finger to her chin. “I mean I guess stealing is kinda wrong. They were all like, big box corporate stores don’t worry.”

“The. Dead. Body.”

And Melissa fell silent a moment, violet eyes probing deep into Danny’s before widening. “Oh. Oh you’re like for-real mad about that. Like actually. I thought you were like, making an ironic joke.”

“Why the hell would I be joking about this??”

Melissa cocked her head to the side. “Well because you’re doing it too, duh. Like, duh.”

A huff of air cut against Danny’s teeth, an involuntary noise, incredulous, a guffaw he didn’t consciously make. The jelly sensation of decomposing flesh was back under his fingers. “I am not—would never—I’ve never even seen a dead body before this thing with you and I’d never in a million years even think for even a fucking second that I’d want to possess a dead body. What’s wrong with you?!”

Melissa bobbed a little in the air, ends of her braids trailing over the straps of her ephemeral sundress. “See this is why I really can’t tell if you’re joking or not. What are you talking about? You’re doing it right now.” She clasped her hands behind her back. “The black-haired boy whose corpse you’re possessing. Why are you allowed to do it?”

Danny froze. He laughed, heavy, with an uncomfortable force. “Myself, you mean? I’m not possessing myself. I am myself. I’m a half-ghost.”

Melissa met his laugh. “Oh what? No way like, that’s your own corpse? How’d you even get back to it in time? That’s crazy lucky like you must have died right near a portal or something.”

An involuntary shiver traced down Danny’s spine.

“…I’m not dead.” His eyes shifted around, and Danny dropped to the floor. He set a hand against the wall, throwing on the lights to the Fenton basement. Rings swept around his form, green iridescent eyes sweeping blue, white hair seeping black. “Look. Literally look at me. I’m not dead.”

And Melissa swooped closer. She set a finger to her bottom lip and hovered a foot in front of Danny, drinking him in. She swept to the side, like a swimmer in the water, sweeping around him in a full arc. She edged closer and pinched her fingers against the exposed skin on Danny’s arm. He flinched.

“Oh wow there’s like, not even any decay or anything. Your human brain even feels like it’s working it’s all like, electro-magnety. How long were you dead before you got back to your body?”

“I didn’t die.”

“Then what did happen?”

“I got shocked by the Fenton Portal, okay? It was just a lab accident and it gave me powers.”

“Oh. Oh.” Melissa’s eyes shot wide. “Oh you didn’t die near a portal… You died in a portal. You didn’t even have to get back to find your body at all. You must have appeared like practically on top of your own body. That’s crazy lucky. That’s so lucky. Your body was like, probably only dead a microsecond before you hopped back in. No wonder it’s so well-preserved.”

Danny swatted her away. “You’re not listening to me.”

“You’re not listening to me.” Melissa floated backwards. “What do you think is more likely? A bajillion ecto-volts somehow gave you superpowers that exactly mirror everything a regular dead ghost can do? …Or you died, and became a regular old ghost, and did what any regular old ghost can do, which is possess a freshly-dead dead body?”

“…I’m half-ghost,” Danny answered, human heart pounding in his chest. “I know what I am.”

Melissa bobbed back, feet pointed backwards until the soles of her feet skimmed the matrix of the portal. “I see you’ve made up your mind. That’s alright. But it was still pretty mean of you to accuse me like a big hypocrite like that.”

“I’ll destroy you if you ever try that again.”

“Oh I’ll try asking permission next time okay? Promise.” Melissa’s feet sank into the surface of the portal. “But, before I go, I’ve just got one more question to leave you with.”

“Go.”

“Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?”

“Go.”

“Maybe you’ll have an answer for me next time I see you. Byeee!”

A spark of white erupted from the portal, consuming, absorbing, and fizzling out as Melissa’s form vanished into the ether beyond.

…

“Hey! Yo! Danny, come check this out!”

Danny rounded the stairs, unsocked feet creaking the floorboards with each step. Danny yawned, and blinked, and rubbed at his bruised eyes with the sleeve of his pajama top.

“Still asleep? That’s fine! You don’t have to do anything. Just come over here and look at what your old pop’s been up to.”

Danny entered the living room, where Jack sat hunched on the couch surrounded by an arsenal of power tools, rags, oil, soldering equipment, and scrap metal. From beside him he hefted a bazooka into view.

“This is the Fentonzooka 3.2.17. Amped up and equipped with all the latest in ghost-busting and human-saving technology.”

Danny blinked. “3.2.17?”

“Yep. This baby’s got 17 bug patches, tweaks, and internal improvements since the 3.2.0. The 3.2.0 was the advent of the snack compartment in the side. Look!” Jack spun a dial, revealing a chamber half-filled with pistachios.

Danny only stared.

Jack hefted the bazooka onto his shoulder. “Even better, Mads and I finally got rid of the last little sting humans feel when it’s fired. It’s now completely 100% harmless to humans. It feels like the breeze from a standing fan when it hits ya.” Jack turned, and he aimed the barrel at Danny. “Wanna try it out?”

Danny stood, and Danny stared, and Danny said nothing.

What might happen when it hit him?

Would it hit like the gentle breeze of a fan? Wash over him like air conditioning? Tingle cool and pleasant against his human fingers, human face, human skin?

Would it do something else?

Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?

Jack eased the bazooka a bit off center, pulling his eyes away from the sight. He stared directly at Danny. “Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to try it out?”

Danny stood.

Danny stared.

Danny wondered if he’d have an answer for Melissa the next time he saw her.

[flowerbinniee]

His Best Girl - Mob!Tom Holland

Title: His Best Girl

Summary: After a long night of looking over contracts for him, feared mob boss Tom decides to give his best girl a reward for working so hard.

Pairing: Mob Boss!Tom Holland x Assistant!Reader

Word Count: 2209

Warning(s): smut, 18+ mdni, sub!Tom, dom!Reader, cunnilingus

A/N: This is an oldie but a goodie. I read through this again and finetuned it a little more. I hope you all enjoy it!

Sighing deeply through your nose, you down the rest of your glass of champagne, but the light, airy bubbles did nothing to lift your spirits. Tom had so graciously stuck you at the office while he and Harrison got to “have words'' with a struggling businessman who owed the former quite a rather large sum of money. So… essentially, all of the fun.

“Christ,” you groan as you scribble a suggestion for Tom to look at later on the contract he’d left with you. “As much love as I have for him, I hate his growing popularity.” You flip to the final page and mark up what you think Tom should consider for change. The doorknob turns from the other side of the door, and you peek your head up to see the intruder on your peace and solidarity.

“There’s my hardworking girl,” your boss says with an easy smile.

A Cheshire smirk curls your lips as you respond to his greeting. “Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear.” He leans casually on the doorframe and raises an eyebrow, the muscles of his biceps confined in that crisp, white dress shirt.

“While my line of work is morally questioning at times, I’m no devil.” he protests.

“Really, Tommy?” You stand from your office chair and cross over to him. Feeling the sexier side of your persona take over, you softly scrape a manicured nail down the center of his chest. You feel the heat of his gaze burn through your clothes, your skin, your soul as he stares you down. “Because according to your long list of conquests, there’s quite a bit of sin occurring between your sheets.”

“You didn’t seem to mind when you were making those pretty noises for me and begging me to fuck you harder. Did you, angel?” He whispers so close to your ear in that soft, breathy voice he knows that you like when the two of you are alone. You barely resist from smacking him across his gorgeous face. Two can play that game, asshole.

You ignore the shivers electrifying your spine and go back to your desk, smirking to yourself as you make sure that the arrogant bastard sees the sultry swish of your hips. “You know, I don’t find it particularly funny that you and Haz got to have all the fun while I was stuck in the office all day, slaving over your contract like a fifties housewife.”

He chuckles at your transgression and slowly saunters over to you, his hands in his pockets. “Oh, come on, Y/N/N. You know that you’re the only person I trust with this sort of stuff. Yeah, Haz is my right-hand, but he doesn’t possess the same persuasive abilities you do.”

You cross one leg over the other in a domineering manner. “You mean that he won’t drape himself across the laps of men you’re trying to cut a deal to make yourself look more appealing.”

His teasing smile drops, and you’re afraid you’ve said something wrong. You watch from your seat as his expression turns to stone. “Y/N, you know I don’t think of you in that way at all. You’re much more than the things you do to… supplement my business.”

Your laugh in response leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. “Yes, Tom, I know. You have preached that to me numerous times.”

He presses his hands on the opposite end of your desk and leans in toward your face. “Then, why don’t you ever believe me?”

You bite your lip hesitantly. Despite your… relationship with Tom, you’d never felt comfortable with being called sexy or hot. This part of you, this domineering act you put on, is just something that you put on to hide the insecurities. You don’t meet Tom’s eyes, but you can feel them on you. “You know how I feel about my sexuality,” you tell him as you twiddle your thumbs. “I don’t… view myself as you’d think I would. Everyone in this business thinks I’m this confident, sexy woman who helps rule the most feared mob in London, but I’m the farthest thing from it.”

He grips the edges of your desk and leans incredibly close to your face. “Let me show you how I view you, then.” He rounds the desk and takes a knee in front of you.

You eye him curiously as he does it. “Tom, what are you about t--?” Your boss watches you cut yourself off when he begins to shimmy the skirt of your dress up until it’s bunched up at your waist. He stops and takes a moment to gently run his hands up and down your hips, looking up at you with those irresistible puppy eyes.

“Is this okay?” He asks softly before pressing little kisses on your inner thighs. You feel your spine jolt with electricity again, and you nod your head eagerly. Tom, not liking your nonverbal response, pinches the top of your thigh, and it makes you squeak in surprise. “I need you to vocalize it.”

“Fuck yes, baby,” you breathe to the Brit, “This is so much more than okay. Been wanting this all day.”

He smirks his signature, macho-man smirk and hooks a finger into the crotch of your panties. Pulling them to the side, he grabs one of your hands that’s clenched onto the arm of your chair, and he puts it on the top of his head. He lets your fingers card through his curls and take a firm grip of them. He takes your other one and laces his own fingers through yours. You breathe out a shaky breath while you try to calm your twitching nerves. Tom seems to notice because he murmurs, “It’s okay. You’re in charge, pretty girl.”

“But you know what I like,” you pout, and he shakes his head.

“Not today. Today, Y/N, I want you to be as domineering and in control as your heart desires. And you don’t have to worry about anyone hearing you. I’ve sent everyone home for the day.” He gives you a wink, and you think to yourself that your cheeks can’t get anymore flustered than they already are. “God, you’re already so fucking wet for me.”

“You thought of everything, didn’t you, Holland?” You easily, almost scarily, slip into your sexier, take-no-shit persona. “You stuck me in my office all day to make me want to punish you, and then you go and send all of your employees home because you didn’t want them to hear you being such a good, obedient boy for me.”

He blinks up at you with those damn eyes, and you almost think that Tom was innocent again. Pure. But you knew that wasn’t true. You’d seen him at his absolute worst. He couldn’t go back to being innocent. You know the truth: that he just wants to be a good boy.

The Brit gives you a slow nod, licking his lips and taking his bottom one between his teeth. “Wanted to make sure you were comfortable,” he mumbles sweetly. He places a few experimental kisses on your outer lips to tease you and prepare you for what’s to come. Growling lowly in delight, you grip the curls that are already under your fingers and tug him, his mouth, closer to where you need him most. You swear that you hear a light moan when you pull on his hair. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“Be a good boy, Tommy,” you tell him. “Make me cum.”

You hear a muffled “yes, ma’am” as a response before the first lick. Your body thrummed with pleasure when he flattened his tongue and gave you a broad lick up your dripping wet slit.

“Oh, fuck,” you whimper. “You’re already doing so good, baby. It’s like you were made for this.”

The soft groan muffled by his face in your pussy tells you that maybe he agrees with you. Nuzzling his face closer to you, he continues to place soft kisses and licks on your opening, and he keeps going up until he reaches your clit. You could feel more of your slick pouring out of you when he gives the pulsing nub an experimental suck.

“Ah!” You yelp in pleasure. Tom stops what he’s doing and looks up at you, his doe eyes glittering with concern. You groan when you feel no pleasure coming to you, and you tug him back into your sex. “You’re not done, baby boy. Get back to work.” He obeys immediately and gives your clit another broad lick, closing his lips around it and sucking harshly.

“Fuck! Tommy, I think you’re trying to give me heart palpitations,” you pant to him. He licks through your slit one last time, smirking into it. Bastard. “Christ, that felt so fucking good.” You spoke too soon, though, as your boss slid a long, slender finger into you. Your mouth opens in a silent scream, and you grip the arms of your chair. He starts sliding it in and out while continuing to assault your clit with his mouth. The coil of pleasure in your stomach you have whenever you and Tom fuck starts to form and tighten inside of you.

“Oh, God…” Tom moans against your clit, and you subconsciously pull his hair. “Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

He adds the second finger into your pussy, fucking you with them faster and harder. Your eyes screw shut, and your heart pounds against your rib cage.

“’m I doing good, ma’am?” You hear Tom ask you after pulling away from your cunt, still pressing kisses against your outer lips.

You nod shakily to his question and cradle his head with both hands, gently brushing the curls back with your thumbs. You look down at him, and dear Lord, everything makes sense now. Why you always stood by him when circumstances weren’t in your favor, why you always stayed with him even when you would’ve been paid more money under someone else, why you always were there when he needed to make the tough calls. “You’re doing so good for me, Tommy,” you whisper to him, more tenderness in your voice, “You make me feel so good.” Nodding, he softly smiles and goes back to working on your pussy.

He twists and turns his fingers inside of your glistening hole as he fucks you, your juices dripping down his palm. His baby-soft, pink lips pucker around your pulsating clit and suck it into his mouth, flicking his tongue against the nub and tracing circles into it. The aforementioned coil at the pit of your stomach tightened even further, and you knew it would be soon before it snapped.

“Christ. I’m about to cum! Please. I wanna cum,” your domme persona was slipping, and you started reverting back to the real Y/N Y/L/N. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Tom, you always make me feel so fucking good.” Hearing your frantic praise, he ups the speed and rigor of his actions, going fasterharderstronger on his ministrations. The overwhelming stimulation that flooded your body all at once was enough to make that coil finally snap. With a scream of Tom’s name, you cum hard on his mouth, his tongue, his face. He eases his fingers out of your pussy once your high dissolved and languidly licks your slick off of them. You pant as you watch him, your pupils returning to their original size.

He stands and leaves your office, coming back with a warm rag a few moments later. He swipes at your sex to help you clean up, and the warmth of the rag seeps into you to help you relax.

“I don’t think I could move now if I tried,” you laugh after he disposes of the rag. He chuckles and pulls up his sleeve to peek at his watch.

“Wow,” he says. “I didn’t realize how late it was.” Your heart skipped a beat. He’s leaving? “You need your sleep, angel. I’ll step out to get the car, so I can take you home.” He turns to leave, but with shaky legs, you grab his wrist.

“Wait!” You pull him back toward you, and you glance down at his lips. “Before you go…” You cup the back of his neck and pull him in for a sweet, soft kiss. Your other kisses with Tom were all rough and dominating, but this one was about compassion and longing. Your lips meshed perfectly with his as you kissed, your fingers carding through his curls again. He pulls away and looks at you with a puzzled expression.

“What?” You ask, eyes searching his face.

“You’ve never kissed me that way before,” he says, reaching up to caress your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Why now?”

“Wanted to give you something to come back to,” you whisper.

He leans forward and places a lingering kiss on your forehead. “I’ll always come back to you.” He steps away from you. “I’ll go get the car, and I’ll take you home.” You just nod and let him go this time. When you know that he’s out of earshot, you tell no one but yourself.

“I love you.”

[dismal-alien-darling]

Evening Antics

Alcina Dimitrescu x gender neutral reader 

Bela, Cassandra and Daniela Dimitrescu 

Summary: The Dimitrescu daughters and you are in absolute hysterics during dinner and Lady Dimitrescu is at a loss. 

Tags: this is just the girls and reader being a hot mess, they can’t stop laughing, annoyed Alcina, exasperated Alcina, wholesomeness

“Girls..y/n, for the love of Mother Miranda will you four please-” Lady Dimitrescu was cut off by hysterical laughter. You and the girls had been in a mood all day. The four of you seemed to have a case of the giggles that you could not shake. It had been a typical day at the castle but the four of you had just been teasing and messing with each other all day. Now it was time for dinner where Alcina always hoped for some sort of decorum, normally something the four of you could provide, but tonight was an exception. It’s not like the four of you hadn’t had fun filled days before full of laughs and carrying on but for whatever reason tonight the frivolities didn’t stop when Lady Dimitrescu had called you all to dinner. Alcina sat at the head of table while y/n and Daniela sat on the left side of the table and Bela and Cassandra sat on the right side. 

“I-I’m sorry my darling,” you stammered almost choking on your wine as Bela fake strangled Cassandra. 

“No Bela please don’t kill our sister!” Daniela fake begged throwing her forearms onto to the table clasping her hands together. “Please, mother will be crushed!” 

“She deserves no mercy sweet sister!” Bela said maniacally as Cassandra fake coughed and sputtered. “She scared y/n today and deserves a slow and painful death!” 

“No Bela please mercy, she’s suffered enough!” you chimed in placing a hand over your heart outstretching your other hand reaching towards Cassandra.

“Very well as the council commands I must obey!” Bela replied dramatically releasing Cassandra. 

“My revenge will be swift and keen!” Cassandra proclaimed pretending to stab her sister with her butter knife.

“You fool! That’s for butter and I’m made of the flesh of the undead!” snarled Bela causing the four of you to fall into a fit of laughter again. 

“Girls, y/n...”Alcina signed pinching the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger in a gesture of annoyance. She didn’t realize that her annoyance was only adding fuel to the fire. 

“G-girls, we must be quiet or Lady Dimitrescu will throw the three of you down into the basement and punish me...which I will quite enjoy!” you finished winking at Alcina causing her to blush furiously. 

“EWWWWW!” All three girls said in unison. 

“Ugh I’m not hungry anymore!” Daniela said pushing her plate away. Cassandra just made vomiting noises throwing her head over the side of her chair. 

“My poor ears I must slice them off now!” Bela lamented picking up the butter knife Cassandra had brandished at her moments ago. 

“Please my doves,” Alicna said through gritted teeth trying to keep her composure, “this is the one time during the day where I can have some peace and manners-” Alcina was cut off again by more foolery causing her to let out a loud sigh, chugging the rest of her wine motioning to a servant for a refill. 

“You’re sooo stuupid!” Daniela teased Bela. 

“You’re more stupiddeerr!” Bela retorted. 

“That isn’t even a word dumbass!” Daniela said back

“You both are morons!” Cassandra chimed in. 

“You’re an idiot too Cass!” Daniela and Bela said at the same time. 

“Well if all three of you are idiots then I must be the epitome of idiocy!” you sighed faking offense tapping your forehead causing another round of howling laughter. Alcina let out another aggravated sigh picking up her wine glass and standing up. 

“Since the four of you are physical incapable of controlling yourselves I’m going to the sitting room so I can hear myself think!” Lady Dimitrescu scolded making her way to the door leading from the dining room to the sitting room. 

“Noooo!” the four of you yelled as there was a commotion of mad scrambling of chairs being pushed back and hurrying of feet towards the matriarch of the family. 

“No no mother please don’t!” Cassandra whined grabbing onto her mother’s right leg. 

“Please don’t go!” Daniela pleaded grabbing onto her mother’s left leg. 

“Mama stay with us!” Bela begged grasping onto the inner part of her mother’s right leg. 

“I’m sorry floarea mea! Please stay!” you apologized clutching onto the inner part of your lover’s left leg. You all clung to Alcina’s legs making it next to impossible for her to take another step. Alcina rolled her eyes so hard that they posed a threat of being stuck in that position forever. She let out yet another exasperated sigh as she looked down at her girls all looking up at her with big eyes and pouting mouths. 

“I love you all...but you are simple insufferable sometimes,” Lady Dimitrescu said defeatedly. 

“We’ll be good now we promise,” Bela said as you all nodded in agreement. 

“Very well but you’re all still in trouble,” Alcina said hiding a smile under her hat as the five of you made your way back to table after Alcina had shaken the girls and you off her legs like a dog shaking water from it’s coat. “Especially YOU drage mea.” She finished pointing a threatening finger at you. 

“I sure hope so,” you said winking at her causing her blush for the second time that evening. The girls didn’t say anything that time because they knew they were on thin ice so instead they just made faces of disgust to themselves. You all tucked into your dinner plates, eating and drinking with a pleasant dinner conversation going. Lady Dimitrescu was glad for some final peace and quiet but she had to admit nothing in the world made her happier than hearing her daughters and her lover laugh.

[flamingo-writes]

It's Better When The Sun Goes Down — Nanami x Reader

This is a piece for the Anilysium Server NSFW Collab! Make sure to check the masterlist to see other writer's works! This month's prompt was: "I can't hold back anymore"

I'd like to dedicate this fanfic to one of my dearest and closest friends. I'm not a Nanami simp myself, but they are. And I have fun writing for Nanami, and also I love writing angsty things and flawed characters. Reg, I hope you enjoy this as much as you enjoy my more casual writing.

(it's pink bcs youre Chancho)

Word Count: 5.4K

Warnings: Mentions of breakup and heartbreak, alcohol and drug consuption, public sex, ghosting, lots and lots of angst. This does not have a happy ending. This is also non proof read bcs I kinda left it to the last minute I'm sorry, I'll go back and edit it when I am not in a rush dcj nd

Summary: Nanami’s return to the Sorcerer life wasn’t so bad. It could be better if Gojo wasn’t determined to get him back with his ex. As Nanami tries to get on good terms with them, things get out of control, only to end up where it all began.

I made this playlist while writing, in case you wanna listen to it while reading. Preferably listen to it without the shuffle, but you can hear it on shuffle, no biggie.

Nanami had forgotten how painfully unbearable Gojo could be. His return as a Sorcerer had been nothing out of the ordinary for a Sorcerer's standards. Missions here and there, or watching over some of Gojo's students. But God, he had surely stepped out of the line this time.

He couldn't even begin to explain how much he hated his current situation. Fighting by your side for the first time in years felt like rubbing hot oil on an open wound. The uncomfortable ignoring the elephant in the room between you two, as you two tracked and fought what felt like a million Curses.

When the adrenaline was at its peak, it felt almost nostalgic; though he'd then remembered everything else and immediately made his own reality bitter and awkward. Overshadowed by the advantage of years of experience ahead of him made him resent you even more. He knew it was childish and pointless to keep remembering everything that happened between you two, but that bittersweet memory would most likely keep him at bay.

You were still strong, witty, fearless, reckless and quick to act and defend yourself. The way you moved looked more swiftly and coordinated than you did back in your student days. Almost as if you were a professional dancer. He hated every bit of it. He couldn’t stop looking at you, thinking about you, and the possibilities of what you two would have become.

After the mission was over, no words were exchanged between you two. Aside from the: "Are you alright?" He told you as you simply gave him a thumbs up as you caught your breath drenched in sweat. An entire ride in an uncomfortable silence, until he reached the school and you got out of the car.

"Thanks. You did a great job. Keep it up" You said. Cold, and straight to the point. Closing his car door before he could reply. And soon, you were gone.

As Nanami tried to get his mind off the mission, Gojo made it difficult. He called him to ask for the details of the mission. He seemed amused and intrigued, as clearly you hadn't told him shit. And honestly, he could understand why. Gojo was meddling on things that weren’t his business, and things that had died a long time ago.

"Why are you interrogating me, Gojo?" He asked as he pressed hisnfingers on the bridge of his nose. "Ask your underling…"

"Because that jerk left for the bar as soon as they arrived" He explained. "And I know better than to annoy a drunk [Name], It took me a while but...I finally learned my lesson" He chuckled. “I knew they could hit hard, but damn, I had a big ass bruise…” Nanami could almost hear his stupid grin.

"You make it sound like it's a recurrent event" Nanami pointed out, slightly surprised as he didn't know you were a drinker.

"Oh, Nanami-kun, you really know nothing huh?" Gojo said, smiling widely as he had managed to manipulate Nanami into asking.

"Know what?" Nanami hissed as he now swore he could hear Nanami creepily grinning at his phone.

"No, nothing!” Gojo said as if it were nothing; trying and succeeding at peeking at Nanami’s curiosity “I'm not gonna talk over depressing things on the phone. Gotta go, bye! Kith kith, Kento-kun" Gojo sang and hung up, as he smirked, proud of his little mischief. He sighed deeply as he stretched in his bed. "Soon, those two will be back together" he smirked to himself.

Nanami hissed a curse under his breath as he locked his phone and threw it on his bed and went to the kitchen. If he had understood well, Gojo had just hinted at a possible drinking problem. He tried shaking his mind off of it. You couldn't, could you? You weren’t a drinker...You weren’t the last time he saw you. You were able to party and have fun without having to intoxicate yourself.

You were wild, cheerful, unpredictable. Everything he was not. And that’s what had made him fall in love with you back in your school days. You were so laid back, he could feel it permeating into him when you two hung out. The few times he’d broken rules was because you’d been the bad influence, however, you somehow managed to get away with it, and leave him with some distant memory in which he felt actually glad to be alive. He usually felt like he was walking on a cloud stuck in time, being present and enjoying the little things that made his everyday memories.

He’d really screwed up after breaking up with you...if he could call that a breakup... His life took a dramatic turn. And then, he turned his back to this world, and got immersed in the gray life the average man in Japan had. Away from what he's familiar with, away from his friends, away from you.

And now, apparently, you had a drinking habit. He wondered if he had caused it, or if he was one of the reasons behind it. The guilt started creeping in. The same guilt and regret he felt after ghosting on you. Not being able to bring himself to properly end things with you.

The guilt he’d managed to swipe under the rug for so many years creeped back out, and followed him around as the afternoon went by. After having a shower, changing into more comfortable clothes and in a lame attempt to cook dinner, he decided to test his luck. He put on a dark button down shirt and decided to go to the bar closest to the School. He felt the naive hope to find you there. However, if you had an actual problem, then his chances to see you there were higher.

Such was his surprise to find you there, trying to get rid of some insistent guy who kept talking to you despite your very obvious lack of interest. Before you could spot him, he watched you aggressively turn to the guy and talk to him in a rather rude tone. Sounding almost like a moody sailor as the guy’s face soon was washed with horror and disgust and walked away. As you turned your face back to your drink, your eyes scanned the bar, finally spotting him.

“Oh god” You whined as you pulled the glass to your lips. “It’s too early to be this drunk…” You hissed.

“Mind if I sit here?” He asked, pointing at the chair in front of you.

“Tell Gojo to go fuck himself…” You snapped at him as you stood up and stumbled your way to the bar asking for a refill. Nanami looked at you, feeling slightly sorry for your tipsy state, as he’d never seen you like that. And he knew being mad and drunk was never a good combination. As you turned around with your glass and made your way back to your table, you gave him a slightly repulsed smile. “You’re still here…”

“Gojo didn’t send me here, if that’s what you’re thinking” He replied.

“He might as well have manipulated you into doing so, has that crossed your mind?” You said with a sassy tone as you sat back down. “Why are you still standin’?”

Nanami took that as an invitation as he ignored your last comment, trying to refuse the idea that Gojo had manipulated him.

“Rough day, huh?” He said as you nodded and stared at your drink.

“Look, Kento. I’m glad that you’re back. I really am. You’re strong, and you’re smart…” You began. “But I’m gonna cut the chase, I’m kinda annoyed too. Ever since you got back, Gojo has been sticking his snobby nose into my business” You explained. “Many of the missions he sends you in, I’m supposed to be there as well, but manage to get busy by then and not go”

“So you’re actively avoiding me?”

“Yes” You replied bluntly. “Mostly because Gojo is trying very hard to bring us back together. But no, I learned my lesson the first time” You said taking a sip to your scotch, feeling it smoothly sliding down your throat, no longer feeling the burn from the alcohol.

“I haven’t apologized for that…” Nanami began.

“Don’t” You interrupted him. “It’s better this way”

“Are you sure? Because you still seem to have an issue with it…” Nanami said, managing to read you like an open book like he always did. He still had that ability.

You glared at him, angrily as you opened your mouth to snap back at him, but your mind was foggy and a big portion of your brain was focused on the little details surrounding him. His black shirt, the first buttons undone. His thick wrists, one of them hiding underneath a fancy looking watch, his blond hair pushed back, his sharp features...And god, his smell. The smell of his cologne luring you in like a fly to honey. Since any words made it to your mouth, your next step was to take another sip.

“You’re drinking too fast” He pointed out.

“None of your business” You said standing up and taking your wallet out and leaving a few bills on the tale. “I’m out” You said coldly and walked out of the bar.

Nanami sighed, frustrated that he hadn’t managed to get anything out of interaction. Aside from the pretty clear fact that you disliked him. However, he didn’t think of the possibility of you resenting him so much because you still had feelings for him.

As you walked out of the bar, the chilly wind hit the back of your neck, making you shiver. You cursed, knowing it was going to make you feel drunker faster. You made your way to the school with long steps, trying to make it to your dorm before your last drink made it to your head. Despite the cold wind, the hot tears in your eyes in a way kept your face warm. As you tried to keep yourself from crying, you heard steps behind you.

“Wait” You heard Nanami’s voice calling behind you as you stopped on command, against your own will. You swallowed the lump on your throat and managed to keep the tears still in your eyes, as you refused to look at

him. “At least let me walk you home. You can’t walk on your own like this…”

“Oh, so now you care?” You said turning around and looking at him, giving him a smug smile. “You’ve changed” You scoffed bitterly.

“Please” He said, knowing better than trying to argue with you.

Your stare on him softened, as something within you urged you to say yes. To have more time with Nanami and maybe cling to the bittersweet memories you were constantly reliving since his return.

“Fine” You said, very much to his surprise. He smiled and walked closer to you with the gentle smile that had been haunting your dreams as of lately.

“C’mon. My car is not far from here…”

You stopped coldly as he mentioned a car. Taking a second look at him, you wondered how much he’d changed. He’d become an adult through and through, hadn’t he? While you were still a mess...Or so you thought. To Nanami’s eyes, you were a far better sorcerer and warrior than him. And he envied you for it.

“Are you actually going to take me to the school?” You asked, suddenly growing suspicious of him, as you’d had plenty of experiences with strangers on the street and knew better than going into someone’s car in a drunken state.

Not that you didn’t trust Nanami. You didn’t trust yourself drunk.

“I was actually thinking of taking you somewhere for dinner and then to the school” He said.

“Not hungry”

“No, but you’re drunk. It’ll sober you up, and tomorrow morning you’ll thank me when you wake up without a hangover” He said as he walked towards his car.

“I don’t have any more money on me” You lied, looking for an excuse to avoid spending any more than necessary with him.

“I didn’t ask you if you have money” He said boldly as he managed to make you smirk for the first time since his return.

“Smooth, Nanami. You’ve grown” You said as you followed him.

The walk to his car felt like your chest burnt far more than the alcohol ever did. It felt bitter, it hurt and was nauseating. Was it really it, or was it the alcohol finally catching up with you? Like flashes of instant memories being erased from your memory, the drive to a restaurant felt like a poorly edited foreign film. The car felt like some intense themed park ride as you felt dizzy with the alcohol whispering everything you missed about him. It was gross and it was sickening.

The Ramen sign on the outside on itself managed to sober you up a little by taking your mind off Nanami. As you followed him, clumsily standing on your feet, you sat on one of the tables and tried to make sense of the dancing letters in the menu. More flashes of memories were taken off your head, as you wondered what was happening and how drunk were you for you to start blacking out.

“Not good…” you muttered under your breath.

“Did you say something?” Nanami asked.

“No. Nothing”

“How are you holding up?”

“I’m not”

“You’ll feel better in a bit. Don’t worry…” He said softly as he sipped from a soda you didn’t know he had. When had he ordered it? You looked in front of you to the nice surprise that you had one too despite not knowing how or when. “I ordered some ramen for you. Something spicy...It’ll sober you up faster”

You chuckled as you looked at him.

“And how do you know that?” You asked with a cheeky tone as he smiled softly.

“Went drinking a lot with friends from work” He said. “I learned a few things here and there”

More brief black outs kept lazily painting a rather miserable painting in your memory. As you ate your ramen, you found yourself relaxing more and more. Was it the hot spicy broth? In the beginning, the balck outs weren’t getting any less frequent, however, as the night went by, you found yourself sobering up like he said. Soon, the black outs were gone, however you were still somehow locked in a haze. Although it made sense. The amount of booze as well as the short time, it was going to take a lot more than just one hot bowl of spicy ramen to get you back to a sober state.

The conversation kept flowing comfortably as both of you ate. It was reminiscent of the old days, nostalgic and somehow morbid. As the both of you tried to grasp at the old days when your worries were limited to school work. Catching up like old friends who hadn't seen each other, as if you didn’t have hard feelings for each other.

After having finished your food, Nanami paid for both of your meals and went back out into the cold night. The sky black, stars hidden by the streetlights as you made it to his car and finally noticed the silver color in it.

As he drove back to the school, you noticed he took a small detour, instantly setting alarms in your head.

“Where are we going?” You asked, your voice considerably serious as he noticed the change in tone from the pleasant talk they were having in the restaurant.

“There’s somewhere I’d like to go…” He said as he briefly looked at you and gave you a tender smile.

That smile made your heart uncomfortably skip a beat as you hated the effect he still had on you. You didn’t dare to ask any further as you slowly recognized the route he was taking. As he slowly took one of the roads towards the edge of the city close to the coast line. He stopped in a rather deserted place, as he got off the road and stopped the car.

Despite the lack of light, aside from the few streetlights, you knew exactly where you were. A whole in your chest opened dramatically as you felt your eyes tear up and happy memories attached to the location flooded your mind.

“Kento…” You said chuckling bitterly.

“When I said I wanted to apologize, I meant it…” He said as you clenched your jaw and looked out your window, avoiding his stare.

“And I told you I didn’t want to talk about it…”

“You’re still upset about it, I get it. And I don’t blame you” He began as he felt his heart beating hard in his chest. “Look at me, please”

You wanted to say something to him. But you knew you would break down crying as soon as you opened your mouth. You took a deep breath and without saying anything you looked at him. His dark brown eyes gazing into yours, as he was looking at you with a rather pained stare.

“You remember this place, don’t you?” He asked.

A bitter laugh escaped your lips as you clicked your seatbelt, getting it off.

“I’m done” You said dryly as you opened the door and got out of the car.

“No, [Name]. Please, wait” He said as he mirrored your movements and excited the car walking around it.

“Of fuckign course I know where I am, Kento” You barked as you walked away approaching the door. “I know where I lost my fucking virginity, okay?” You barked as you stopped coldly and looked at him, tears finally streaming off your face. “Look, I’ll make us a favour and summarize this conversation. Yes, you’re a fucking asshole for just taking off one day and completely disappearing. Yes, I’m still mad about it. No, I won’t take your apology. No, I don’t care about whatever shitty excuse you have for me to listen to you. You bringing me here out of all places isn’t going to change shit…” You spat all in one breath as you stopped and took a deep breath.

“I loved you, Kento. I really did. And it hurt to have you just dissipate like you were a hallucination or something...You were my first kiss, my first love, my first everything! And one day I lost all of that. You ruined sex for me!” You yelled angrily. “I could never hold, kiss or sleep with anyone, because at some point I’d see your stupid face, and then be incredibly underwhelmed because I would not enjoy sex. I can’t feel anything anymore, Kento...The only way I can actually enjoy those things is by getting drunk or high” You admitted. “I can’t walk into bookstores, nor eat sandwiches or diet coke, nor drink tea because all those things remind me of you. And yes, it’s lame that all these years later I still care about those things. And this is why I can’t forgive you” You cried, as your voice shook.

Nanami’s heart broke little by little at each one of your words. He knew he’d screwed up and had hurt you deeply. But he wasn’t aware of the actual impact. He clenched his jaw as he felt his chest tight and a lump on his throat. Now the drinking problem made sense. Gojo had painted it like you were an alcoholic, but it wasn’t exactly the case. So you’d gone to the bar to get it off with some stranger, probably pretending it was him.

The dizzying pain and weight of his mistakes blinded him for a second as he walked towards you as you kept bitterly complaining. As you tried to walk away, you made a very poor effort as he caught up with you and cupped your face in his hands, bringing you closer to him and shutting you up by pressing his lips against you.

The sudden surprise made your heart stop. Your mind turning numb and blank at once as you struggled to bring yourself to push him away. However, truth be told, you didn't want to push him away. The poor attempt to push him away was more than obvious. The strong fighter you were, barely making any physical effort. Nanami's hands wrapped around your back and pulled you close, squeezing you against him as he sighed into the kiss.

Finally kissing him back, you locked your lips against his desperately, eager to taste the lips you've been dreading in your dreams. Clinging to him like he was going to disappear again, a soft whimper escaped your mouth. Your chest pressing against him as he felt his own world getting blurry.

He broke the kiss pulling away as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“You have no idea how much I missed you” He whispered as you clung to him.

“I-I…” You stuttered, the words tasting bitter before they even made it to your mouth. “Fuck, I want you, Kento” You growled as he pulled you in, kissing you hungrily again.

His hands posessively clinging to you as he slowly guided you back to the car. One step at the time as you both melted in a hungry sour kiss. As you ran out of breath, you pulled away, gasping for air as you gripped his collar in your hands.

“I can’t hold back anymore” You said as you pulled away and grabbed his hand, walking back to his car.

Your words unleashed a shiver down his spine as his heart skipped a beat and raced like crazy, as his pants started feeling tighter on his crotch. He chuckled softly as he realized his own judgement seemed to have disappeared with that first kiss. And before you could even make it to his car, he gripped your hips and spun you around as he bumped his forehead against yours.

“I can’t either” He admitted as he guided you to the car’s hood and pulled you over it. Ass you sat on the warm hood, he got between your legs and you wasted no time wrapping them around his waist. He grunted softly feeling your crotch against his as you pulled him closer to seal your lips together.

As you soon were absorbed by the dizziness of your rising heat, his hand went to your bare thighs as he slowly caressed your skin, going up and lifting your skirt up in the process. A soft moan slid into his mouth as he gripped your ass softly and squeezed it. The way your skin got covered in goosebumps and how you jerked your hips made him moan in response.

It felt good, and intoxicating. The driving desire burning his insides. The feeling of desiring to taste you all over and have you shaking underneath him. God, he’d missed that particular rush of adrenaline. His body reacting to the deeply buried memories now loose. He felt like he was in the best high he’d experienced. Lightheadedness and presence in the moment, he hadn’t felt this alive in so long.

Your hands were slowly undoing his buttoned shirt and were quick to explore his warm skin. He pulled away from the kiss, gasping as he looked at you. Your devilish smile matching your hungry stare. You leaned forward kissing his neck, nibbling on his skin every now and then. His hand gripped your hair tightly, pulling it lightly, making you look up at him as he stared at you.

He leaned forward, kissing you once more, this time a lot more slow and a lot more tender. It was sweet and it was slow and it took you by surprise. You felt his sweet kiss begging you, still holding on to the feelings you both decided to drown unsuccessfully. It almost hurt. It was the kind of kiss that told you how much you missed and needed each other. How much you regretted the mistakes you’ve done.

As you melted against his lips, his hands slowly slid your panties off. You helped him lifting your hips a little but as you giggled against his lips.

“Eager?” You said with a playful smirk.

“You have no idea” He replied as he took off your panties and shoved them in his back pocket.

His hand made it back to your thigh, slowly going up until he palmed your hot sex. Stealing a gasp out of your mouth, he teasingly ran one of his fingers through your dripping slit, making him smile satisfied.

“I’m not the only one, huh?” He said as you looked at him with lustful eyes.

You took his glasses off and set them aside. You were about to go back to kissing his neck when he slid one finger inside of you effortlessly. A rather loud moan escaped your lips as you shut your eyes closed feeling your entire body tingle in a way you hadn’t felt in years. You smiled satisfied as you continued kissing his neck. Slowly, he got another finger inside. The delicious stretch of his second finger prompting you to bite his neck softly making him growl your name softly. His fingers explored the whole he knew so well, as he found your sweet spot almost by muscle memory. More moans came out of your throat sounding like music to his ears.

“Fuck, Kento” You hissed as you took off your top, not caring that you were outdoors and by the road. Up to this point, you were so pent up, you simply craved him like you’d never craved anything before.

Nanami wasted no time and kissed your neck, going down to your neck, gently biting your skin every now and then. Sucking delicately on your skin, leaving marks that wouldn’t last long. He pulle dhis fingers out of you, clinging to your body desperately. As you laid on the car’s hood, you devoured him with your lustful eyes, begging him to get on top of you. Wearing just your skirt by this point, Nanami groaned at the plain sight of you.

He undid his belt and his pants. Your hands playfully teasing your own body in an attempt to drive him crazier and crazier. He cursed under his breath as he couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled his painfully hard erection out of his pants. You watched hi, intrigued, stretching your hands towards him, gently gripping his dick. His breath hitched and you smiled proudly.

Nanami leaned over the car hood, slowly getting on top of you, his shaft resting on your belly as he looked at how much deep could he go inside of you. His tip almost reaching you belly button, as the idea alone made a shiver run down his spine.

"Please, Kento" you gasped, need dripping from your voice as you caressed his dick

He growled softly as he pulled away softly, aligning against your entrance and slowly going in. You gasped, pushing your head back and pressing your hips against his making him go deeper.

Hissing your name, he jerked his hips, his tip.kissing your cervix as sudden rush of pain jolted through your body, followed by pleasure. You dug your nails in his shoulders as he thrusted back and forth, hitting all the right spots. The sound of his gasps and grunts hypnotizing as you got wetter by the second. His length coated in your juices, echoing in lewd wet noises.

He was rough. He usually was. Back in student days, he was particularly rough. As quiet and collected as he seemed, he sure got his stress out if his body through wild sex.

Relentlessly pushing against you, stretching you in such a delicious way only he knew how. Strong and aggressive movements as your walls swallowed him whole every time, breathless moans escaping your lips with every push. The cool wind kissing your skin, only enhancing his warmth.

As you felt your orgasm progressively approaching, the realization of how addicted you were to him hit you. He was everything you desired. And it was wrong. Before the feeling of uneasiness started to sink in, a sudden electric rush ran through your body. Painfully and soothing, as you tightly clenched around himbsoon numbed your mind.

As you came around him, your walls sucked him in tightly, as he was right over the brink, your velvet flesh pushed him off the edge. He didn't have time to pull out. And honestly, he didn't want to pull out. The way your walls milked him felt delicious. As he rode you through your orgasm, filling you up as his head felt dizzy and the world was spinning faster than usual. His hot seed coating your insides, as you shut your eyes closed, feeling the very last of your orgasm fading away.

He pressed his forehead against yours. Loud pants echoing.

However, the world didn't quite return to its regular focus.

The rest of the night went by in a fuzzy hot mess of events. You returned to his apartment and kept feasting on each other, making up for the lost time. Both of you incredibly starved and needy, you desperately went at it over and over again. It was a rather long night. As you feared, no one made you feel as he did. All of him was addicting. His smell, his voice, his warmth, his skin...It didn’t matter how many strangers you fucked, or how drunk or high you were, he felt just right. He made you cum so easily, it seemed ridiculous everyone else couldn’t.

But you knew it was far more than that.

You were still deeply in love with him. No wonder why he had that effect on you. Just hearing his breathlessly gasp was enough to have you soaking wet and under his mercy. Between sweet kisses, fake promises and sweaty sex, he quite literally fucked you to oblivion. Until either of you could take it any longer and you two fell asleep in each other’s arms. It had been a long tiring night, as you knew many of your muscles were gonna be sore the next day. Your chest painted in red and blue bruises.

It was possibly one of the best night sleeps he’d had. In such a long time. The uncomfortable hole in his chest didn’t feel so wide now. Just like you, he didn’t know how much he actually needed you until now. His regrets, his guilt, the thoughts haunting him on how much of a jerk he’d been when he simply took off...All those feelings went away for a night. As he tasted the wonders of the universe under your skin. Feeling ecstatic and euphoric for the first time in years. However, nothing could’ve prepared Nanami for what he was about to experience when he woke up.

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“What the hell is this?” Gojo asked as he waved around the folder you’d left a few hours earlier in the Headmaster’s office.

“Why the fuck do you care?” You said as you grabbed it, ripping it off his hands.

“You’re seriously leaving for Kyoto?” He whined.

“So my transfer was accepted? Great!” You said sarcastically as you opened the folder and saw the Headmaster’s seal at the bottom.

“What about Nanami-kun?” Gojo replied as the very last string of your patience snapped.

“Oh, fuck you, Gojo! You tried to force us back together, but it’s not going to happen” You snapped. “I’m done. I’m done with him, and I’m done with you sticking your nose in my business”

“Do you really think that running away will solve anything? You’ll still be depressed as hell”

“The less I know about him, the better” You said as you turned around, hot tears blurring your sight as you headed with long steps towards your room. “I don’t trust myself around him…” You whispered. “He’s my weakness Gojo, I can’t let that happen…” You said coldly.

You’d left that morning very early, before Nanami woke up. And you left leaving no trace of you ever being there. Unintentionally doing the same he did. It was unintentional because you hadn’t done it out of spite. Your thought process had been simply. You preferred to not have that conversation and simply leave without him noticing. You had had the exact same thought process Nanami had had all those years ago.

You didn’t waste time and soon started packing your things to leave for Kyoto right away.

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My Everything

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Rafe throws a party and his ex shows up...

Note: I realized that I have not written anything for Rafe and plus size reader so here we go🥰

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I wouldn’t call myself a Pogue or a Kook, I’m just Y/n. I grew up here in Outer Banks in the middle of The Cut and Figure Eight. I guess I never really fit in either group because no one really took interest in having me around. That was until I met Rafe Cameron…

I met Rafe at a kegger one night a little over eight months ago since everyone was celebrating school being out. Truthfully, I had always known who Rafe was, but I was too afraid to ever talk to him because he was among the popular crowd who weren’t all that fond of me. You see, I’m not like every other blonde girl that lives here, I’m not what society considers the standard beauty.

Rafe however made me see my worth, he treated me like I walked on water. Not to mention he was completely obsessed with my body and just me in general. I had never felt the things I feel being with Rafe.

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Rafe was having a house party tonight and begged me to go so he wouldn’t have to listen to his friends all night. I couldn’t deny his puppy dog pout that got me every time he wanted something.

“Please, please baby come! I don’t want to be by myself.” he whined through the phone, the camera right up to his pouting lips as he FaceTimed me.

“Rafe, you have your friends and your sister, why do I need to go?” I complained, truthfully not wanting to go.

“Because I want you to,” he scoffed, as if I had just asked the stupidest question.

“What’s in it for me?” I asked, smirking slightly.

“Whatever you want baby I swear!” Rafe grinned, knowing he was getting his way.

“Hmmm...maybe we could Netflix and chill after the stupid thing-” I suggested.

“Deal,” he said with no hesitation.

“You didn’t let me finish handsome,” I chuckled, smirking evilly at the camera.

“Oh my god if I have to watch Harry Potter again baby I swear-” he said as he glared at me.

“You know you love it, don’t even try to deny it.” I giggled, shaking my head as his cheeks flushed.

“So you’ll come then?” Rafe sighed, smiling his real genuine smile that made my heart melt.

“Yes baby,” I said softly, giggling more when he cheered loudly.

“I’ll be over soon sweetheart so don’t start getting ready yet!” He grinned, jumping into his truck.

“Why?” I asked, curious to his oddly specific request.

“I want to help you get ready,” he smirked.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure you’ll be real help Rafey.” I nodded sarcastically.

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After Rafe came over, we headed back to his house where the party was already in full swing. Kooks crowded every corner of the Cameron house which made you shrink back into Rafe a little more. Since the two of you started dating, people knew better than to even look at me the wrong way.

Still, I couldn’t help but to flinch anytime one of them came near me. Rafe took me to the sitting room where some of his friends and their girlfriends were. I sat with Sarah who I found I was the most comfortable being around in the whole room aside from Rafe. We had become quite close within these months, so I immediately planted myself beside her.

“Hey girlie! I’m so happy you came tonight, I thought I was going to be alone with all of these boys and their bimbos.” Sarah smiles, hugging me as I sat down.

“I’m hoping not to be here long, I hate parties.” I mumbled, scooting closer to her as more people tried to squeeze on the couch to get a line of blow from the stash sitting on the table.

Rafe had calmed down tremendously since with the drugs since meeting me, he admitted once that he wanted to be 100% into our relationship with nothing coming between us. I smiled thinking of the memory, but was quickly ripped away by a very loud voice.

“Hey Kooks!” Bri shouted, making me sink back into the couch more.

Bri is Rafe’s ex, she was absolutely gorgeous. I didn’t know their backstory, never really cared to bring it up either. Their past obviously bothered him still as he would almost flinch every time he heard her or saw her.

Rafe got up from his seat before she could sit beside him, rushing over to where Sarah and I were. I smirked as he came closer, biting down on my lip as he towered over me.

“Miss me already bubs?” I teased, smiling up at him.

“I’m going to get a drink my love, I was coming to see if you wanted one.” he chuckled, leaning down and kissing my lips sweetly. Sarah left after that immediately, claiming we were ‘gross’.

“I’m probably going to head up for a shower, I’m partied out.” I admitted, standing up from the couch.

“Oh, um ok...I’ll see you in a little bit then.” he said, but it sounded like more of a question than a statement.

“Yes baby, I’ll just be in your room.” I giggled, getting on my tipey toes and kissing him again.

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Rafe had a huge shower, and I used every opportunity to use it not only because it was aesthetically pleasing, but because it felt nice compared to the tiny shower I share with my whole family. I was lost in thought until I saw a familiar blonde head through the glass of the shower door.

“Hey, are we ok?” Rafe asked hesitantly, an almost scared look in his eyes.

“Yeah...why wouldn’t we be?” I asked, confused where that came from.

“Well because um...Bri was here.” he said, looking down at his feet as if he were guilty.

“I saw her Rafey,” I chuckled.

“And I-we...we ya know, used to have a thing.” he said cautiously.

“You told me love,” I said, still confused where he was going with this.

“She still hangs out with our friends and I um-I just don’t want you to be mad at me.” he whispered.

“Baby I have no reason to be mad at you.” I spoke softly, stopping what I was doing to walk a little closer to the door.

“So we’re good? Everything is good?” he asked, pouting slightly which melted my heart.

“Yes everything is ok honey,” I reassured with a smile.

“S-So I can come in?” He asked.

“Of course you can, it’s your shower.” I giggled, watching him strip from behind the fogged glass.

Once he stepped inside and under the water with me, his shoulders relaxed immediately. I reached my hands up and massaged them lightly, feeling the tense knots under his tanned skin. His arms went around me, pulling me as close as possible.

“She broke my heart,” he blurted, opening his eyes as the water ran down his face.

“Rafey,” I whispered, my heart breaking as I could see the hurt in his eyes.

“We were together for three years and-” he started, but stopped as his words seemed to get stuck in his throat. I ran my hands up his chest, stopping at the base of his neck and resting them there.

“Baby you don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready.” I said, softly kissing his cheek.

“No I-I want to.” Rafe nodded, leaning his forehead to mine.

“Ok, so what happened?” I questioned, trying to help him get started.

“She had been cheating on me our entire relationship.” he revealed, my eyes widening at his statement.

“I’m so sorry Rafe,” I sympathized, moving my hands to his cheeks and rubbing them lightly with my thumbs.

“I broke up with her a few months before I met you, and you...it was instant.” he recalled, shaking his head and staring at me in awe.

“What was instant?” I pressed, wondering what exactly he meant by that.

“Falling in love with you,” he confessed, smiling.

“Rafe,” I beamed, heart skyrocketing.

“You put my pieces back together baby, you’re my everything, my savior.” Rafe professed, sealing it with a sweet kiss.

“I love you Rafey,” I whispered against his lips.

“I love you forever angel,” he whispered back.

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