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revasserium · 2 years ago

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Hiii!! Your "The Trick and The Trade" fic featuring Azul was so beautiful it makes me want to cry T.T I saw requests were open? Wondering if I could ask for another Azul x Reader with the prompt "Shooting Star" this time?

PS: If it's alright with you, can we make this fluffy? Hehehe

Thank youuuuu!! ✨❤️

request are open! pls send one in :)

70. shooting star

azul ashengrotto; 1,788 words, fluff; gn!reader; a human and a mer-person fall in love -- it's a tale as old as time

"we are not figuratively, but literally made of stardust." - neil degrasse tyson

he has known since the day he was born the shape of the water around him, the shade of the sea, the taste of an ocean as it rests at the tip of his tongue. it has always been blue and blue and blue, and deep and deep and deep. salt and brine and sand like the forgotten dust of long-gone stars.

the first time he stumbles across the shipwreck, moored at the bottom of his deep, blue, saltine ocean, he lingers over the glittering metal, runs his fingers across the broken mast, marvels at the rust that shatters like snowflakes beneath his touch. he twists and tugs at the ruined sails till his curiosity sits sated in the pit of his stomach.

he meets you in a forgotten grotto, at the end of a stretch of forgotten beach, nestled against an island that, while has not yet been forgotten, seems to be well on it’s way as well. he finds you lying limp, your body half submerged in the shallows.

ah, a shipwreck, he thinks. and then, oh… a survivor.

then, you cough, you sputter, you hack up what he’s sure is a quarter of the ocean before shaking your head and pushing yourself up and he is still there, his body a livewire mess of tangled tentacles. he presses himself into a shape that you’re more familiar with, the lessening of his eight limbs down to just two is always strange but… necessary.

at least for first impressions. and they’re ever so important.

“h-hello.”

he nearly swears at himself for being so hesitant.

you swipe the back of your hand over your lips, blinking blearily at him through salt-caked lashes.

“y-you… i — where…?”

you’re disoriented, but of course you are. azul clears his throat and tries again.

“i — i’m glad you’re alright. you were… i found you passed out and… and thought to come and check on you.” good, he thinks, that sounded good. convincing.

you regard him with a curious look before your eyes rove over the rest of him and… a grin twists your lips.

“you… missed a spot.”

azul whips around to find a single tentacle, still trailing in the sand behind him, the crystalline water lapping at his smooth, rubbery skin.

“damnit! i thought i’d gotten them all this time — !”

but the sound of your laughter shatters his frustration, his embarrassment. it renders him speechless and holds him still. for a moment, he is taken by it, the warmth and fullness of the sound as you collapse into your own laughter, falling back against the soft, wet sand, your sea-pruned hands clutching at your stomach.

“i — it’s not — i just — !” azul stutters, heat clawing up his neck and cheeks as he forcibly finishes his transformation, wiping his hands absently down his back to make doubly sure, but you only smile, dabbing at the edge of your eyes as your laughter fades into giggles.

“s-sorry — i didn’t mean to — i just… you did a very good job,” but something in your voice still makes his stomach twist and azul has to take three deep breaths to stave off the very real urge to dive back into the water, to disappear back into the comforting depths of the ocean and never return.

“i — it’s harder than it looks,” he says, stiffly.

you nod, all solemn seriousness now, though there’s still a twinkle in each of your eyes that so, so reminds him of the evening stars.

this is how you meet. and this, he thinks, is how he falls in love.

you’re the child of sailors, adventurers, people who have always lived their lives on the sea. and azul is nothing if not hungry for knowledge. the pair of you trade stories like secrets and laughter like currency.

you tell him of all the places you been, all the miracles you’ve seen. and in turn, he tells you of the creatures of deep, all the monsters and their dreams.

the first time he kisses you, he catches both of you off guard.

“oh — s-sorry —” he says, but his next words are cut off as you jerk him back towards you, your teeth clacking painfully against his, but he doesn’t care. he wouldn’t have cared if you’d made him bleed. he would’ve wanted it, leaned in like he is now, tugging you closer just to revel in the sting.

you kiss him so hard he feels dizzy, so hard he can’t breathe. so hard he finds himself wondering if there’s ever been anything else but your lips and this feeling and falling in too deep.

it’s a strange feeling, yearning for air.

but he finds himself gasping, still, as you finally pull free.

“that…” you gulp down a much needed breath as he does the same, “i’ve… wanted to do that for a while…”

azul shudders to think himself anything close to feline, but if he were, he thinks he might have purred.

“you… you have?” he tries not to sound too pleased, adjusting his glasses.

“y-yeah — isn’t that strange?”

“no!” he says, too fast, and then immediately, turning away to clear his throat, “i just meant — i — i don’t think it’s strange.”

“no? does that… does that mean you felt the same?” there’s a teasing lilt to your voice that makes his whole body shake with shivers. he crinkles his nose and takes a deep breath and grasps at the tendrils of composure trickling from his gasp as he chews on his lips.

“i — well i did kiss you first, didn’t i?” and he nearly curses himself again for sounding like a petulant child.

“hm… i guess you did. but… you tried to say sorry.”

“that was — i didn’t mean —” azul groans, burying his face in his hands as he fights the urge to curl in on himself. and he would have, had he been under water and with full use of his tentacles. but he’s not, so he can’t, and he doesn’t.

but you laugh, and all is right again. you laugh and nudge him with your shoulder and he nudges you back, pulling his hands away from his face to watch you.

the setting sun and gathering clouds conspire to paint the horizon rosy.

“i know… i just like…” you shrug, letting your voice trail off as the sky darkens and the last lingering dregs of day are swallowed up by the lapping waves.

azul hums, for once reveling in the darkness that surrounds you, in gentle lull of a sleepy sea as it kisses and kisses and kisses the shore. not for the first time, he thinks of you. always you.

“you just like…?” he asks, his voice quiet now, a hushed, whispered thing.

and this time, when he glances over, he catches you ducking your head, and even like this, in the evening gloam just before moonrise, when the world is rendered monochrome by the ubiquitous glow of the sky and lack of direct light, he can see your cheeks darken.

“you.” you say, final and distinct and so, so sure. you glance at him, but he is staring back at you, slack-jawed.

“i… just like you,” you say, and azul wonders if this is what it feels like to fly.

he’s never thought all that much about flying before, not when he’s had swimming all his life, but… ever since he met you, he thinks he might like to try.

“well,” he muses, purposefully drawing out the word, “i think i… i just might —”

“look! a shooting star!”

your voice slices through the velvet night, pointing eagerly at the far horizon. azul whips around, just quick enough to catch the tail of star as it streaks across the sky.

“whoa…”

he’s never seen one before. he’s never spent so much time on the surface before he met you. and now that he has — he wonders if he can ever go back to living in the thickness of the sea.

the sky might be blue and big and heavy too, but it’s so different from the sea.

so much less salt, and so much more air.

“make a wish!” you say, clasping your fingers and closing your eyes. and azul remembers the strange human tradition you’d told him about of wishing on falling stars. at the time, he’d asked you if any of them have ever come true. to which you’d only shrugged and laughed and said does it matter? it’s the wishing part that counts!

and he hadn’t understood then, but watching you now, watching you with your eyes closed under the hazy curtain of a just drawn night, your fingers laced over one another as you wish on a fallen star, he thinks he might be starting to understand.

so he smiles, folds his fingers together and closes his eyes as well.

after a moment of quiet, he opens them to find you watching him.

“what did you wish for?” you ask.

azul blushes, and he’s sure that you can see it on his pale skin, even in the waxing light of the rising moon. he finds his heart in his chest like treasure tucked in the stomach of a sunken ship, his body a wreck of splinters and well-worn memories but he knows that he is no less precious. you’d taught him that.

“i thought that if i told, the wish won’t come true?”

you smile, you nod, you turn your eyes back to the glittering night sky.

he leans back to follow your gaze.

once, he’d wondered about the shape of air, the shade of the ever-bright sky, the taste of sunlight at the tip of his tongue. but now he’s kissed you, and he knows —

“fine then.” you say, as you pull him in to ghost your lips over his. he melts against you, fingers tugging you closer by the base of your neck, his mouth spelling hunger and honey as he moans against you.

“kiss me again,” he whispers when you pull apart.

you nod, breathless.

once, he’d wondered about the world above. but now, he’s kissed you and he knows — the air is sweet and sharp enough to sting, the sky is bright and blue and biting too. and that the sunlight — oh, the sunlight — it tastes like you, and you, and you.

#azul ashengrotto #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst imagines #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #twst fluff #azul scenarios #twst azul #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland fluff #azul ashengrotto fluff #floofy floof floof #uHM LOL didn't expect my first mention of tentacles in fic to be like this LMFAO #in the MOST FUCKING FLUFF/HEARTWARMING FIC POSSIBLE HA.#also hot take but shy stuttering azul is SUPERIOR no i will take no comments at this time #its been a while since ive played twst... maybe i should go back.

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uncouth-the-fifth · 4 years ago

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Happy 100 followers🥳🥳🥳

Can you write a fic w the prompt 371 with Robin and a shy shy VERY SHY s/o??🥺🥺🥺

I like that most of your fics have an of confidence to y/n but I'd rather have her extremely shy pls

371. "You have a voice and body like an angel. I'd fuck you from behind, but then I wouldn't get to see those pretty eyes," with Damian Wayne.

ugh, i never realized that before! almost all of my readers are super confident, so i should try and mix it up more. thank you for the prompt!! happy 100 🥳 some sex pollen fun for u!

After hours of blood testing, surveillance, and fear, Damian was finally released to go home with you. Poison Ivy was officially in custody. Though Damian was confident that she hadn't dosed him fatally during their latest battle, Dick and Tim had coaxed him to take the precautionary tests anyway. Ivy’s usual toxin came up, which they had dozens of cures for in the cave. Bruce let him return home after being dosed with one, but asked that you keep an eye on him - not like you wouldn't already.

You could sense how tired Damian was. The fighting had lasted through the night, so the testing had brought you both to morning. The moment you shut the door of your apartment, you touched Damian's back. "Tell me if you feel any different, okay? I'm worried about you."

"I'm immune to hundreds of varieties of poison, beloved," Damian scoffed, shoving off his coat. He planted a soft kiss on your temple. "You don't need to worry."

"...I'll do my best," you replied, wary.

You had some things to do around the house, so you asked Damian to crash in the living room instead of the bedroom to keep him in sight. The night's events had apparently rattled him, because he twisted and turned under his blanket, grunting to himself. An hour passed with this routine. Damian would sigh and struggle to fall asleep, and you'd pause your tasks to run your fingers through his sweaty hair. He was only relaxed with his head in your lap, curling his cheek into your touch and blinking slowly at you.

"Talk to me," he murmured.

"About?"

Damian closed his eyes under your hand. "Anything. I... like your voice." He hummed to himself, brows gently furrowed, "...And your hair... your eyes..." he swallowed, "...your body."

Rendered bloodless by the compliments, you couldn't help but comply with Damian's request. It was always hard for him to fall asleep, and even harder for him to sleep well, so your heart ached for him. You talked about anything you could think of. What chores you had to do this week, how little you wanted to do them - bland things, like the dishes and clothes shopping. When you got to the part about the bras you were thinking about getting, Damian perked up.

"What kind?" He cleared his throat.

"Something cute," you shrugged. "You, um, r-ripped my favorite lace one, so I'll have to find something more durable? Something that looks just as nice."

"Mmn..." Damian's voice was thick with something dark. He sat up suddenly, turned over on his hands, and faced you on his knees. One broad palm squeezed the softest part of your thigh. “I adore you in lace,” he panted, pupils huge and black as the night sky, “the way those tiny panties wrap around your hips... I-I can’t resist myself. Just thinking about you in those cute little clothes makes me want to fuck you like an animal...”

“D-Damian!” You yelped. He’d never said anything like that to you before. Stunned words popped into your mind, but his hands caressing under your waistband made it impossible to speak.

“Say my name like that again,” he hissed. Damian crawled over you like a panther, dark and sexual. One huge hand viciously pinched your jaw and squeezed it. “You have the voice, the body of an angel - I’d fuck you from behind, but then I wouldn’t get to see those enchanting eyes.”

You braced your hands on his shoulders, nails digging into his nude back. It was embarrassing how wet you were at just a little praise. “Damian... t-the toxin, it could be—”

All the energy in the world seemed to surge into him. Damian’s plump mouth kissed and nuzzled your neck. “I took the antidote already. Don’t worry, my love.” The fingers playing with the edge of your pants suddenly plunged in, cupping your damp, clothed core and practically singing, “This is only a side effect...”

His warm tongue drew and sucked circles into your throat, which instantly melted into his touch. You should be trying to be reasonable, but the power of Damian’s voice washed over you like a spell, and the slow, methodical press of his fingertips to your clit sealed the enchantment over you. Damian had you captured.

“Won’t you be a good girl and help your boyfriend feel better?” Damian drawled, wetting his fingers in your cunt. “I need you, Y/N... p-please, I’m so hard for you...”

He wasn’t lying. As your dance slowly reclined deeper into the cushions, you could feel his cock hardening against your leggings. Damian pulled himself out only when he knew you were watching, and pumped himself slowly, poorly, like he couldn’t bare to do it without you. Your cheeks burned with heat. You knew from experience how good Damian’s cock felt in hand, the weight of it meant for your touch and your touch alone. You drifted your fingers around him and Damian mewled, thrusting so hard into your touch that his sweatpants fell around his legs.

“C’mere,” you relented, and Damian crashed his lips so deeply to yours that it flattened you to the couch.

He tore down your leggings so you could wrap your legs around his middle. Damian pulled your bodies flush and curved his back, giving you both room to enjoy how you jerked the other off. With a throaty moan against your tongue, Damian sawed his cock between your folds and into your fingers, wetting the fabric of your panties. A boiling wave of heat locked your legs in place. Madly, Damian rolled his thumb around your clit, his voice keening into your ear with every circle, “So fucking beautiful... So fucking good for me...”

His enthusiasm made you desperate. Spitting a foamy circle of drool into your palm, you coated Damian’s sensitive shaft and lathered him as best you could. Damian’s jittery hips did most of the work, bucking his cock into the soft, sticky tunnel of your hand. You kissed like you were fighting, biting at the other’s lips and claiming each other's mouths with wide swipes of your tongues.

If you upped your pace, Damian would meet it. When you pumped him faster, Damian snapped your panties to the side and melted his fingers inside you. That was as coherent as the touching got. Everything else was primal instinct, wanting to touch and wanting to be touched. Damian’s free hand caressed your belly, grabbed your thighs, groped your breasts through your shirt, spasming for every inch of skin it could find. His mouth was the same, wildly claiming your moans until his lungs burned.

You came together, laboring for breath and trembling from head to toe. Damian pushed your shirt over your belly and came across it with unrestrained bliss, and you squeezed around his fingers, wound up like a toy box until Damian set you free.

But just as soon as his fingers drew away from your cunt, they closed around your thighs, pushing your knees against your chest and spreading your legs for him. The toxin’s side-effects had a greater hold on him than you thought - Damian was still rock hard, his girthy, wet tip playing with your pulsing folds.

Before he filled you, Damian uttered a single low order:

“Moan for me.”

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1kook · 4 years ago

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jungkook + long distance relationship pls

it’s smut <3

The trickiest part is the time difference. It’s early evening for you when Jungkook calls, the window behind him showcasing a pitch black sky. As usual, he’s at his desk, phone propped in front of him and to the left, the glow of his computer screen illuminating his fair skin. He’s got on his pajamas, a sandy-colored set he treated himself with for his last birthday. “Hi, baby,” he smiles, voice low, matches the lights in the room. It’s enticing.

Fresh off work, you’re sore all over, completely worn out from the events of the day; the walking, the talking, the being. Jungkook’s silky voice is a nice break from your droning boss and chattering coworkers. “Hi,” you mumble, setting your phone and Jungkook aside as you strip yourself of your clothing. His usual wolf whistle doesn’t go unheard, sending a pleasant warmth over your cheeks. “What time is it for you?”

He hesitates to tell you — more than anything, the idea of Jungkook sacrificing a healthy sleep schedule in favor of speaking to you is probably the worst part — his eventual answer a muffled string of absolute gibberish that has you sending a frown his way. His pixelated face scrunches up cutely, smiling impishly at his phone, at you. “…3am,” he confesses, saves himself from your unimpressed glare by simply shutting his eyes. “I wanted to see you!”

Down to your undies, you settle at the edge of your bed, wary of laying down on your clean sheets. “And I want to see you,” you murmur. As frustrated as you were from the day, you couldn’t take it out on your handsome lover on screen. Jungkook’s sheepish smile is too sweet, makes you yearn for him like never before. Still. “But it’s late,” you sigh, “and you’re tired.”

His scoff is scratchy, a little choppy thanks to the long reception it travels over. “I’m not tired,” he says, but you’ve long since mastered the art of deciphering Jungkook’s expressions and physical state through the tiny pixels. “I just… really wanna see you.” His voice becomes laced with a dangerous proposition, his dark eyes glancing down the screen, not at your face, but at your body. “Can’t I see you?”

Biting your lip, you feel a rather juvenile wave of shyness wash over you, the arm not holding your phone up reaching over your chest. Your feeble attempt at covering yourself is met with a soft chuckle from Jungkook, who leans back in his seat. His thighs spread apart, and you catch sight of his dark briefs beneath the slightly translucent material of his pajamas. “Let me see you, baby,” he croons, teasingly running his hand over his thigh.

You cave too easily — it’s hard not to when your man looks like that — and slip the strap of your bra down your shoulder. A small action that makes big waves, wipes the smile off Jungkook’s face. The dying rays of the setting sun paint your room in a golden hue, embolden you with their comforting warmth as you snatch a pillow from the head of the bed. Propping your phone against it, you shuffle onto the bed anew, on your knees, acutely aware of the way your camera catches your entire form now. “Shit,” Jungkook mumbles, palming his growing erection. “You’re so hot.”

Watching him work his hand over himself, you find yourself mimicking his actions; after discarding your bra, your palms glide over your body, meeting at the mound between your thighs. You run your hand over yourself, the gentle pressure licking the flames of your desire. On your phone, Jungkook’s head lolls to the side, exposing the smooth column of his neck. It’s been months since you’ve last seen him, got to places kisses against his skin. You miss him dearly. “Can I touch?” you ask, voice airy. He’s so gorgeous, just the mere sight of him is enough to kick something hot up inside of you.

The glow of his monitor catches on his eyebrow piercing when he moves. “Please,” Jungkook exhales. His hand dips beneath the waistband at the front of his bottoms, eyes momentarily fluttering shut as he, presumably, grips his cock. You follow, hooking your finger beneath your panties and tugging them to the side. It’s a little embarrassing to see your tiny reflection on screen, and you find your thigh muscles threatening to jolt shut at the sight. “No, no,” Jungkook rushes out, jolting forward, closer. “Keep them open— please?”

He’s so sweet, polite, even with his hand down his pants. Steeling your nerves, you let yourself relax once more, sinking your knees into the mattress. The hand not holding aside your underwear snakes down, pointer finger dipping into the wetness that’s collected at your opening. A quiet gasp escapes you, glancing down at yourself in curiosity as you realize you’re wetter than you thought. Your run your finger through the warmth of your folds, drawing it back up to your clit. Slowly, you begin circling the swollen bud, gaze instinctively returning to your boyfriend.

Jungkook’s lips are slightly parted, eyes zeroed in on his phone as he watches you. It doesn’t feel as awkward and as nerve-wracking as it did the first few times. Now, Jungkook’s focused gaze feels empowering, in a sense, has you picking up the pace of your fingers against your clit as he watches. His hand works itself over his member, hidden beneath the fabric of his bottoms. “Jungkook,” you pant, slightly amused by the harsh jerk of his hand at the sound of your voice. “You, too,” you gasp, “let me see you, too.”

And just like you, he caves easily. Yanking his hand out of his pants, he makes quick work of pushing them down his hips. They stretch over his thighs, barely stand a chance against his bulging muscles when he spreads his legs. “Fuck,” he groans, melting into his seat as he tunes back into your show. His knuckles are nearly white, holding his cock tightly in an attempt to imitate the snugness of your cunt. The tip weeps with precum, trails down his length and over his knuckles the faster he pulls. It’s an image you burn into your mind.

Your gentle caresses turn into rabid rubbing, two— three fingers pressed together at the front of your slit, desperate to match the tune of Jungkook’s wrist. Unconsciously, your hips grind forward, the memories of Jungkook’s hot and heavy body against you spurring you on. His hands at your waist, digging into the skin until it’s painful. His breath against your damp skin, sending waves of shivers down your spine. “__,” he grunts, and although the lewd squelch of his hand is fuzzy over the line, your brain fills in the gaps. He always gets so sloppy toward the end, bucks into you like it’s his first time.

This time is no different. You watch as Jungkook unravels before you, his brows furrowed as he watches you move. “Fu— you’re so wet,” he chokes out, watching your fingers slid over your clit ferociously, his own speakers probably filled with the sounds of your pleasure just like yours are with his. “You’re always so wet after work,” Jungkook mumbles, running the pad of his thumb over his tip. It’s true, but you don’t want to tell him it’s because you think of him all day, imagining him bending you over your boss’s desk, the printer, a bathroom stall.

The motions of his hand speed up, jaw clenched as he works himself away. His name tumbles off your lips, gaze growing foggy as you watch the man before you; Jungkook’s breathing is shallow, harsh as he jerks himself to completion. The pressure at your core becomes unbearable and eventually, a shock of pleasure bursts over you, makes your toes curl, your clit go numb. Stuck in the motions, you can only weakly buck into your hand as your orgasm rolls over you, always careful to keep your face in Jungkook’s line of sight.

Jungkook follows, fills your bedroom with his strained breathing and a choked cry of your name. The pleasure renders him a limbless mess, head rolling back against his chair as he slumps further into his seat. His pearly cum leaves a splattered stain on his pajamas and on his thighs, cock still twitching as it pushes out the last of it. “Jungkook,” you call out softly, slowly regaining your strength. Your fingers begin to feel dry and icky, and it’s with a scrunch of your nose that you wipe them against your thigh. You needed a shower anyway.

On screen, your lover laughs. “God,” Jungkook exhales, eyes even more tired than before. “You’re so amazing.” You respond with an easy smile, languidly reaching forward to snatch up your phone. Jungkook’s face is flushed now, but the sky behind him remains as dark as it was when he first called. It matches the sky outside your own window, and you only have a moment to marvel at how quickly the sun set before Jungkook is speaking again, his voice soft and dainty as he talks you and him back down from your highs.

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chai-tealattae · 4 years ago

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Pen Pals

soul mate /ˈsōl ˌmāt/

noun; a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

✒️ Pairing: Taehyung x reader

✒️ Genre: Fluff

✒️ Word Count: 2.4k

✒️ Warnings: Swearing

A/N: This is my first fic pls be nice AKSDK

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You tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Tomorrow was your 21st birthday, the day your soulmate connection would be revealed to you. You’d heard stories from your parents, family friends, and even some of your friends that were a year or two older than you about the different connections. What if you got one that would make it damn near impossible to find them? What if your soulmate was older than you, and already knew, but gave up since you were too young? You sighed and laid flat on your back, staring at the ceiling, giving up on your futile attempts at a decent night's sleep, your mind hot with the different scenarios baking within it.

The next morning, you groaned and begrudgingly swung your legs over the side of your bed, stretching as you opened the curtains, the mid morning sunlight flooding into your room. You cringed slightly at the brightness, your eyes struggling to adjust. Yawning as you walked into your kitchen, deciding on a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Scrolling through your phone as you ate, you smiled as you read the birthday wishes from your friends and family. After replying to as many as you felt like doing, you opened Twitter to see what fresh hell awaited you on your timeline. Surprisingly there wasn't really anything bad being mercilessly tweeted about.

The one thing that caught your eye was the lovely photo on your screen, tweeted a couple hours ago, staring back at you. It was embarrassing how infatuated you were with a certain man by the name of Kim Taehyung. He was the perfect man, in all honesty, by your standards at least. He was devilishly handsome yet charmingly adorable from the tip of his nose down to his toes, the smallest details all adding to the things that caused him to worm his way into your heart.

You smiled as you saved the picture to your camera roll before setting your phone down on the table. Your smile quickly turned into a surprised squeak as you felt an oddly ticklish sensation on your wrist, and you stared down at it in shock. Appearing on your skin before your eyes was writing, but it wasn't just any writing. It was a greeting.

“Hello?”

This must be it, your soulmate bond. You didn’t know anyone personally with this particular bond, but you’d read about it through your countless nights of curiosity and excitement driven research.

You nearly tripped on your own feet as you scrambled to find some kind of writing utensil, eager to respond to the stranger. Not just a stranger. Your soulmate. You felt your heart rate quicken just at that thought. You found a pen on your counter, quickly scribbling a response below their message.

“Hello!” You wrote back. Not 30 seconds later, you felt the tickling sensation again, impatiently tapping your pen on the counter as you awaited their response.

“It’s you! You’re finally getting my notes!” You smiled to yourself, your late night suspicion confirming itself. They were definitely older than you, but hopefully not by much. You’d hate if you left your soulmate waiting for too long for you.

“How long have you been trying?” You wrote, a little smaller this time near the ditch of your elbow, so you wouldn’t take up too much valuable space on your skin. You bit your lip as you felt your skin tingle again, hoping it wasn’t too bad-

“Four years” Four years. Four whole years they’d been writing on themselves with no response. You sighed, feeling awful. Well, at least you knew how old they were. Twenty-five, twenty-six tops, if their birthday was coming up sometime soon.

“I'm sorry you waited so long… today is my 21st birthday” you wrote back, twisting your arm at a slightly awkward angle as you did this. You smiled softly, growing familiar with, and anticipating the feeling as they wrote.

“Happy birthday :)” Was written there. You smiled and wrote your thanks, not really sure how to proceed with finding them. You’d read that there were specific guidelines when it came to the different connections, things you weren’t able to do, since that would make finding your soulmate too easy. Things like their exact location, names, things of that nature. The catch is, you were able to reveal that when you were in the same vicinity. As if trying to find them wouldn’t be hard enough.

Over the next month or so, you’d learned that your soulmate was a man that was born in South Korea (you didn’t know how you’d ever be able to swing a trip there, or vice versa). You learned that he enjoyed drawing, painting, photography, singing and dancing. He was fun to talk to (at least until there wasn't any more space on either of your bodies for more ink). He had a pretty time consuming career from what he told you, but he still liked to draw you pictures to wake up to, or write you little good morning messages. You found yourself becoming incredibly fond of him, even without ever seeing his face.

One day, you found yourself staring at your laptop and phone screens, focusing excruciatingly hard on trying to score tickets to see BTS in your city. After nearly missing the opportunity, and a decent amount of money you’d surely have to pull quite a bit of overtime to make up for, you scored a decent seat for their show in a couple months. Eager to share the news with someone, you wrote on your arm.

“I just got tickets to see BTS!!” You wrote with a shaky hand, your already poor penmanship suffering even more. This would be your first time seeing them, seeing the man you’d had your eyes on for so long.

~~~~~

Taehyung smiled when he felt you were writing or perhaps drawing something for him. He loved reading your short messages about your day, getting to know you. Over the past months he was growing more and more impatient, half tempted to fly to the States and wing it. His heart nearly thudded out of his chest when he read what you wrote.

“I just got tickets to see BTS!!”

Holy shit. This was good. This was great, actually. Now he knew you were a fan. Jimin looked over when he saw the stupid grin plastered on his bandmate’s face.

“What is it, Taehyung-ah?” He asked. Taehyung didn’t answer verbally, just angled his arm so Jimin could see what you wrote. He broke into his own smile. “Oh this is good! Maybe you're closer to meeting her than you thought.” He said, patting the younger man’s back. Taehyung smiled with a nod, you being the only thing occupying his mind at the moment.

~~~~~

It was the day of your concert and you could barely contain your excitement. You barely slept the night before, knowing you would be exhausted, but couldn't find it in yourself to care all too much. You’d been waiting for what seemed like forever for this day, and weren't going to let anything, not even your lack of sleep, ruin it for you.

The day seemed to drag even longer than usual, before you figured it was a good time to start getting ready. You got dressed in an outfit that you purchased specifically for this event, a more affordable version of the Dior outfits Rap Line sported during their performances of Tear, and you put on your TaTa headband as the final touch. You know, so everyone knew specifically who you were there for. You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time, smiling and letting out an excited squeak as you grabbed everything you would need, before you made your way to the venue.

The venue was absolutely packed. There was no way you’d be able to even get any merch without missing half the concert standing in that line. You sighed quietly to yourself and went to your seat, busying yourself with syncing your lightstick so it would light up with everyone else's. You looked around from your seat, in awe about how many people were here. Crazy how many people could fit into one space.

While you waited for the concert to start, you decided to write him a message about how excited you were, and that you would keep him updated throughout the show. You decided to draw a small heart on your hand, in the space between your pointer finger and thumb, just because. You smiled when you saw his words appear on your arm.

“Have fun <3”

Oh, you would. You would have the time of your life. Little did you know, in more ways than one.

~~~~

Taehyung knew you had to be here somewhere. You just had to be. He ran a hand through his perfectly groomed hair, effectively rendering his stylist’s hard work useless. He couldn’t help it. Not when he knew his soulmate was in this building. His mind started to race. What if you didn’t want to be with him? What if you liked one of the other members better than him? What if you couldn’t deal with his lifestyle? He was pacing now, and everyone but him seemed to notice.

“Taehyung-ah, relax. I’m sure everything will work out fine.” Namjoon smiled reassuringly. Taehyung nodded and let out a breath, sitting down. They were called to start getting into position, and Taehyung knew he had to do it, now or he wouldn’t have time, and you would slip through his fingers. He pulled out his pen, writing one word on his forearm in larger than usual letters. He put his pen in his pocket, heading to where his microphone and earpieces were waiting for him, hoping you would see his message.

~~~~~

When the concert started, you could barely focus on anything else other than the men on stage in front of you. You felt the familiar tickle on your arm that your soulmate had written you, though you ignored it for the time being. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of Taehyung, witnessing his incredible stage presence and the massive amount of fan service he was giving was mesmerising, to say the least.

When time for the intermission came around, and the VCRs played on the big screens, you took a moment to see what your soulmate wrote to you. You gasped when you saw the big, capital letters spread along the length of your forearm.

“TAEHYUNG”

There was no way. Absolutely no fucking way. Kim Taehyung was not your soulmate. You had to have been some sort of saint in your previous life to deserve such treatment from the universe. You stared at your arm for a few more seconds in complete disbelief, before taking your pen out of your pocket, writing your name under his on your arm. A minute later, you felt him writing, and you anxiously chewed at your lip as you awaited his response.

“Where are you?”

You hurriedly scribbled your section and seat number, your brain barely able to process what was happening.

Within 5 minutes, there was a man approaching you, asking you to confirm your name. When you did, he told you to come with him, you did without asking any questions. The man led you backstage, and you looked around, frantically trying to find the familiar face in the crowd of stage hands.

When your eyes finally met his, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Was it anxiety? Excitement? A spicy mixture of both? You couldn’t really tell, but there were some things you needed to see. His long legs effortlessly closed the distance between you, until you were standing toe to toe. You looked up at him and he looked down at you, neither of you truly believing you were here at this moment. You studied his face for a moment, then without a word, you took his hands, inspecting them. There it was. You brought your hand up and compared, the tiny heart you drew on your hand matching the one on his. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing the messages you’d written to each other throughout the day.

“Y/N…” He said quietly, only loud enough that you could hear. “I finally found you. You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

“I can’t believe it’s you.” You said as you looked up at him, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. He smiled and brought his hand to gently cup your cheek, his thumb lightly brushing against your cheekbone.

“Are you disappointed?” He asked with a chuckle, his tone teasing. You shook your head, letting out a quiet laugh.

“Not even a little bit.” You reassured him, smiling softly. He gave you a toothy grin before leaning down and closing the small space between you, and you couldn’t help but melt when his lips finally met yours. The kiss was soft and careful, as if he was testing the waters. When you pushed slightly against his lips, he deepened the kiss just a little more.

He was the first to pull away, seemingly remembering his surroundings, and you caught the faintest tint of pink creep onto his face. It was almost time for him to go back on stage, and he rested his forehead against yours for a moment, his eyes locked with yours as he intertwined your fingers with his.

“Wait for me? I plan to talk to you for hours, now that I can finally hear your voice.” He said, and you nodded without hesitation. He smiled widely before pressing a kiss to your forehead, jogging off to wherever it was he was needed. You sat on the couch that was there for the members beside the stage, running a hand through your hair. Never in your wildest dreams did you think something like this could happen. Not to you, at least. You felt him writing again, and this time, you paid full attention to the words appearing along your arm.

“I love you.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you read those 3 words, pulling out your pen and writing your response.

“I love you too.” You wrote, carefully, easily readable. Never had you meant something more in your life. You couldn’t wait for him to come back to you, for him to execute his plan. After what felt like a very long time, you couldn’t wait to finally begin your life with the man you happily called your soulmate.

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sasarahsunshine · 4 years ago

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for that love prompt list, number 47 with moreid? "you've finally rendered me speechless."

kay I freaking love Moreid but I haven’t written for them yet so forgive me pls. Prompt list for Valentine’s Day.

Today was going to be a long day. Morgan could tell the moment he walked into the bullpen, spotting the large Starbucks sugar bomb that was on Reid’s desk. He arched an eyebrow as he deposited his bag at his own desk, peering at the younger agent, “Long night, Pretty Boy?”

Reid glanced up from the book in his lap, the circles under his eyes not as pronounced as normal. He wrinkled his nose in confusion, “No? I actually slept for about seven hours last night. I even had a chance to shower this morning.”

He did look well-rested. Which was odd. Morgan eyed the frappuccino, “Then what’s with the caffeinated milkshake?”

“Oh,” Reid grabbed at it, taking a sip from the straw, a small smile curling his lips when he tasted the pure chocolate goodness, “I just wanted to treat myself today.”

“Oh no,” JJ stated as she walked past, smirking at Reid, “When you treat yourself you get all hyper.”

He frowned at her, “I do not-”

“You do too, Pretty Boy,” Morgan teased, sitting at his own desk, “You start talking a million miles a minute. If we don’t get a case today then you’re going to be bouncing off the walls in here.”

Reid tried to look offended, his brows knitted together, “I do not. Just for that, I won’t talk at all today.”

Morgan swiveled in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Oh really? Wanna bet?”

The moment he said it, Reid started to instantly regret this decision. But he wouldn’t back down now. He only nodded, taking his vow of silence to heart. Morgan chuckled, “Alright, game on Reid. If you don’t talk throughout the whole day then I’ll pay for drinks tonight. If you break under pressure then you buy. Deal?”

He watched as Reid opened his mouth to argue against the deal, but then closed it. Morgan knew he wouldn’t want to go out for drinks, but it was too late to back out now. The genius had a point to make, after all. And he looked frustrated already, giving a curt nod. Morgan chuckled again, “It hasn’t even been a minute and you almost broke. Good luck lasting all day.”

Reid angrily sucked at his frappuccino, looking back down to his book. He wouldn’t lose.

---

Around two hours later Reid was almost vibrating in his seat. Morgan watched as the younger man’s hands twitched as he bounced his pen against his desk, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. He was trying oh so hard to concentrate on the files before him, but it was proving difficult.

It was probably worse since Morgan was talking so loudly about how whatever he could think of, dragging Emily into the bet. The two of them were discussing almost everything and anything, throwing out inaccurate facts and unbelievable opinions, trying to get a rise out of Reid.

But he held strong. Or, as far as Morgan could see, he was trying to. The twitch of his lip, the tensing of his jaw, the way his foot bounced under his desk; Morgan knew he would crack soon.

“How are you holding up, Reid?” He taunted, looking the younger man up and down. Reid shot him a dirty look before going back to his work. Emily snickered, rolling her eyes, “This is kind of cheating, Morgan,” she pointed out, “Trying to push his buttons shouldn’t be allowed.”

“We didn’t agree to any rules,” Morgan shrugged, “So I can push his buttons as much as I want. Apparently talking about how Star Wars is far superior to Star Trek isn’t enough to make him angry though.”

“Oh he’s angry,” she countered, pointing towards Reid, “His face is all red.”

Morgan chuckled. Rossi walked past them, eyeing the two, “Leave the kid alone. Shouldn’t you be working on something?” Emily hopped off of Morgan's desk and hurried towards her own, “Maybe.” Rossi rolled his eyes, the smallest smile on his lips, as he went back towards his office. Reid shot him a grateful look.

But Morgan wasn’t done. He needed to find the right something that would get under Reid’s skin, make him talk.

He’d think about it while he tried to get some work done.

---

It was nearing the end of the workday and Reid still hadn’t spoken! How? Morgan was getting frustrated. He was sure he’d have the little genius talking before noon at least. Reid was always talking, about everything, all the time! Especially when he had sugar and caffeine coursing through his veins.

However, Morgan had probably talked more than Reid ever had at this point. Just trying to get a rise out of Reid caused him to yap all day long. It was tiring. How did the kid do it?

Emily and JJ had gone with Garcia for something to eat about 20 minutes ago, leaving Morgan and Reid alone in the bullpen. Morgan was spinning in his chair, a pen between his hands, constantly clicking it, talking about nothing in particular, “Been working on a new project. Bought a house close to the outside of town, so there’s a pretty view of the mountains that way. The whole thing is a disaster, so I’m expecting it to take a while to fix. Longer if we end up on a case sometime this week. I gotta buy some paint tomorrow for the kitchen.” He peered at Reid to see if he was paying attention. It didn’t look like it.

He frowned, “Are you even listening to me?”

Reid peeked up at him, peering through his lashes and messy brown hair. He made a face but didn’t reply. Because, the vow of silence. Of course.

Morgan huffed, standing and walking over to him. He sat on Reid’s desk, turning the kid’s chair so he was forced to look at him. Reid exhaled through his nose, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked irritated.

Morgan arched an eyebrow, smirking down at him, “I’m going to get you to talk before the end of the day, kid. I just don’t know how yet.” He had to lean closer to study Reid’s expression. When he did, he noticed the flush growing over the other man’s cheeks and nose. He looked so cute like that, all rosy and flustered at Morgan’s closeness.

Morgan grinned, lowering his voice, “You like me being this close to you, Pretty Boy?”

Reid looked away, huffing. He held himself tighter.

Morgan put his finger under Reid's chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes. He smiled softly, those big brown eyes shimmering with curiosity and embarrassment, “Would you like it if I kissed you right now?”

Reid gaped at him, yanking himself backward so suddenly that his chair tipped over and he ended up on the floor. Morgan jumped to his feet, “Oh shit, kid! I was kidding! I was kidding- Shit! Are you okay?” He reached down and grabbed Reid’s hand, pulling him standing. He didn’t get a chance to check him over, because Reid’s mouth was on his.

Blinking in surprise, he froze. The kiss didn’t last long (though his mind suddenly wished it had), and soon he was standing there shell-shocked, staring at the bright red kid who stood before him. He swallowed after a moment, stammering for something to say. He couldn’t think of anything. His brain had short-circuited.

A solid minute had to have passed before Reid glanced at his watch, then up at Morgan, “Time’s up. I can talk now. You’re buying drinks tonight.”

Morgan gaped at him, blinking again, “I-what?”

“You heard me,” Reid said as he started gathering his things, organizing his desk how he liked it. Morgan furrowed his brows, “You don’t want to talk about... what just happened?”

Reid smirked. Sassy little fucker. “We can talk over drinks?”

Morgan managed a smirk of his own, “Oh, I see how it is. If you wanted to take me on a date you could have asked.”

Reid shrugged, peering up at Morgan, “I couldn’t. You’ve finally rendered me speechless for an entire day. So, are you driving?”

Morgan laughed, his face still warm and flushed, his hands feeling tingly, and his stomach full of butterflies. Today was a long day, but it was all worth it.

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abyssal-memories-and-dreams · 4 years ago

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Hi sorry to bother you but can you do the same oneshot that I have requested for leona but this time is jack howl pls and don't forget that the reader has the same personality, background and the role of mc pls.

Hi, Luv! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy!

Without further ado...

Jack Howl x Fem! Shy! Reader

~The Wolf in Hero’s Clothing~

“Oi, pipsqueak!”

A group of boys cornered you at the bottom of one of Night Raven’s many staircases as you backed up against the iron railing as much as you could. Your first thought was to run back upstairs to Professor Trein’s classroom for sanctuary but realized that a couple of them had already blocked your way to exit through there. So much for trying to catch up on your studies, you guessed. With not much to do, your mind started to wander to get yourself away from the stress, wondering one question to yourself.

How did it come to this?

Well, the answer simplifies in the fact that you were not supposed to attend Night Raven College at all. Not that you really could as someone who could not control any magic. And yet Headmaster Crowley saw potential in you - that you held a special knack for teamwork with your newfound companion, Grim. But even so, there was nothing outgoing about you.

Back in your world, you were never the best at socializing with others. You always kept to yourself, and would often do double the amount of work in school just to keep up with your classes. No one really saw the need to talk to you either, so for the most part, you were just left alone. Whether or not this was bad or not, you really couldn’t tell, but nonetheless grew anxious the more you felt like you had to talk to people other than your family.

So when you suddenly woke up in the middle of the night inside of a coffin, your heart sank as you feared for your life whilst being chased by your now furry familiar. When all was set and done, though, not much had changed in how you interacted with others. Yes, you had Ace Trapolla and Deuce Spade from Heartslabyul, but you still had your moments where you felt too intimidated to approach them. Combining them with Grim’s arrogant persona, and you often found yourself reclusing back to your own dorm to escape the chaos.

Of course, it was never going to be that easy while residing in this academy. Being the sole female student in this school, you often got stares by some of the other boys in the hallways. It was almost comedic, if not a little weird at seeing their expressions, almost as if they had never seen a woman in their entire life. Some of them tried to even approach you - there was that the dorm leader of Scarabia mustered up some small talk on the spot, but his vice leader was able to pull him off to his next class before he got too close to your liking. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just a little awkward for you. In fact, most of whoever you did interact with was on a neutral footing. Either that or they just ignored you, simple as that.

However... that did not stop a certain group of classmates from making you feel repulsed.

These guys didn’t do so much as stare at you as they did stare you down. No matter where you went, you could feel piercing eyes stare at you like a predator stares at its prey. You could see from the bands on their arms that a lot of them came from Savanaclaw - the dorm built on their students’ pride. You posed no threat to them, but they still looked down upon you like a helpless little herbivore. You realized pretty quickly that they were itching for your reaction, desperate to watch you cower underneath them.

So what was your solution? Evasion and hiding. Yes, you realized that this probably wasn’t the best plan, but it was one that worked best for you. For a while, you sought to run away from them as urgently as possible. You rushed between hallways to avoid social interaction and get to your classes quicker. You sat as close to the dining hall’s door to rush through your meal and hide in your next classroom. You sometimes took the long way back to your dorm by learning about the school’s layout and planning your route from there. And sometimes, you even hid in the library when you suspected something amiss, then awaited until nightfall for you to return to your room unscathed.

These habits soon controlled your life to an unhealthy degree. Sometimes, your familiar Grim would try to pry answers from you when you got back home, but you just shrugged it off and moved on with the conversation. After all... what could you do? Your existence in this world rendered as much as a fly avoiding the next frog or venus flytrap it flew across.

Unfortunately for you, the day you decided to stay after class for an extra study session was the exact same day one of those predators found you.

“Hey, Herbivore!” Another one of the students from Savanaclaw yelled at you, snapping out of your daze. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? How does it feel knowing that someone weak like you has managed to survive this long?”

Your voice gets caught up in your throat, forcing you to only gulp as your heart beats faster, pounding in your eardrums. You could feel your palms start to sweat as your hand grew clammy on the stair railing. Was this it, you wondered? Was this the fear that they wanted to get from you? Either way, it was working.

“Hey, we’re talking to you!”

You yelped as another one gripped the back of your blazer and dragged you from the stair railing to the floor. All of them laughed as they watched you trip over your feet and fall to your knees, your petrified eyes gazing up at them as if it’s the last thing they’ll be able to see.

“Please...” You muttered under your breath.

“Huh? Please what?” Another guy chimed in, smirking. “Don’t think that timid act of yours is gonna save you, herbivore. C’mon, why not entertain us for a moment? Fight back, use your words...” He chuckled, his words of ‘encouragement’ leaning more on cynicism. Every word he spoke left a tinge of bile in your mouth as your felt ashamed for letting these guys get under your skin so easily.

Of course, you said nothing - you couldn’t say anything. Your heart was beating at the speed of light, your voice hitching up an octave to the point of inaudibility the more you whimpered, your tear ducts on the verge of explosion from the sheer fear you were feeling. None of it could’ve helped you as you saw the same boy’s condescending smile turn into a demeaning scowl like he was disappointed you didn’t snap back at him - that you didn’t entertain him.

“Tch... worthless!”

As soon as he said that, he rose his fist in the air only to swing back down at you. You shut your eyes tight and tried your best to cover them with your wrist, but you knew that could only work so well in this predicament. Was this it? Was this going to be your demise? Were you going to the infirmary later with a severe concussion as you barely recalled the same boys that accosted you, rooting each other on with cheers of encouragement?

And yet... you didn’t feel anything.

You didn’t hear anything beyond your heartbeat.

The same voices seemed to deafen in a matter of seconds. You keep your eyes shut, confused. Did you lose consciousness already?

No. You could still hear your heartbeat. You could still feel your palms layered with a sheen of sweat. And for a moment in time, you could feel a single teardrop escape from the corner of your eye and fall down your cheek.

You slowly opened your eyes, wondering what in the world happened. Suddenly, all the boys surrounding you were all on the floor, either groaning in excruciating pain or knocked out cold. Your gaze wandered from boy to boy, letting out a sigh of relief that you were ok for now.

“Hey.”

You jerked your head around to the source of the voice behind you, your heart starting to beat faster again. Behind you was another guy, larger than any of the upperclassmen that harassed you before. His skin was a light tan that contrasted with his piercing golden eyes and white hair. What stood him out from the rest were his wolf-like ears that perched on the top of his head, the hair fusing from an ivory white to a dark grey at the tips. Behind him, he had a tail of similar characteristics that sprouted out of the back of his uniform.

The boy held his arm out for you to grab and get you back onto your feet. However, you froze in fear upon closer inspection at the band on his sleeve, only to scurry away from him the more he reached out to you.

Another student from Savanaclaw. Just like those boys before

He took a step back, confused as to why you flinched away from him. However, upon seeing the fear on your face, he took a deep breath as if he figured it out, averting your gaze to contemplate what to do next. Finally, he took another step back before kneeling to your eye level, relaxing his posture before asking in the most gentle voice he could muster.

“... Are you alright? Don’t worry, I don’t wanna hurt you.”

(A/N: I would like to thank you guys again for these requests! These are a lot of fun to make! Just to let you guys know, I am just about this close to opening requests again. When that happens, feel free to offer some suggestions! I want to try writing more for different fandoms, so if you have a suggestion, let me know!!!

With All Appreciation,

Echo)

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #jack howl #jack x reader #jack howl x reader #twisted wonderland oneshots #oneshots

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lamen-trash · 4 years ago

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Can I place a written request for Captive Prince?on a rainy day, laurent arrives tired after a day of school in college and damen is home to welcome him. damen makes popcorn and they watch movies on the couch.damen gives Laurent a little massage so he can de-stress(pls make Laurent wear glasses,I've been obsessed with it since I read his fic for the most recent rehearsal request!)they have 3 cats(or dogs,you decide)

Domestic Damen and Laurent

Set one year after part 1.

The rain that had drenched Laurent’s thin clothing on his walk home seemed to soak through his skin, the biting cold gripping his bones with a tight, unyielding fist. He saw no one as he trudged along a dark street against the wind, only a few minutes away from his destination.

He ached for Damen. It wasn’t the first time he’d missed his lover recently. The day had dragged along dreadfully, and the only thing getting Laurent through it was the thought of Damen waiting for him at home.

Home. It was a new thought – once tentatively hopeful, but now certain and bursting with unimaginable joy. It was still unfathomable to Laurent, sometimes, that he could share this life with someone who matched him in every way and gave him a newfound sense of ease, of comfort and belonging.

At first, when Damen had suggested they move in together, Laurent was speechless. Even after being with Damen for many months, he still managed to get caught off guard by the abundant proof of Damen’s love. But he was serious, and Laurent was helpless to the thought of rarely having to leave his side.

Laurent almost groaned in relief as he entered into his apartment building, the dry air of the lobby area a welcome feeling. He practically sprinted up the stairs, exiting on the second floor before arriving at apartment 226.

A shift of the lock, and he was inside. The light from within was warm, the air warmer.

After quietly hanging up his coat and bag, Laurent went toward the kitchen doorway, its light and the promise of Damen calling to him like a beacon. And there he was, a large and welcome presence putting the last of the clean dishes away.

“Sweetheart,” Damen grinned when he caught sight of Laurent and a moment later opened his arms. Laurent fell into them without hesitation, burying his face into the warmth of his lover’s neck and sighing. Two of their cats – Auggie and Sylvia – leapt down from the counter to weave between Laurent’s legs, meowing up at their owner with excitement.

It felt good to be home.

“Long day?” Damen murmured. Laurent squeezed him harder.

“You have no idea.”

Damen pulled back for a moment, his hands on Laurent’s shoulders. “You’re soaking wet,” he said, concern furrowing his eyebrows.

Laurent smiled sheepishly. “It rained on my walk home.”

Damen shook his head once, then pulled Laurent back into his embrace for a few moments.

“Do you want to take a bath?” Damen murmured, and Laurent acquiesced without hesitation; baths were one of his few guilty pleasures.

They entered into the bathroom together, and Damen wordlessly went to turn on the bath’s faucet and pour lavender-scented bubble bath into the pooling water.

As the bath began to fill up, Damen sat Laurent on the edge of the tub and kneeled before him, his hands reaching up to peel Laurent out of his soaked clothing. Nothing was said between them, the silence a comfortable blanket that warmed Laurent up almost as much as Damen’s touch.

The cold had rendered Laurent’s skin almost translucent, his blue veins standing out starkly against their pale canvas. Damen frowned when he noticed, and quickly began kissing warmth back into Laurent’s flesh. He started on Laurent’s right wrist, reverently pressing his mouth to the soft inside before moving up a centimeter, and then another, heated breath fanning out over pale skin. Laurent sighed, and let his head tip forward in thoughtless surrender.

Damen worked his way up Laurent’s arm before moving to the other one, and Laurent closed his eyes and just felt as Damen’s lips covered his shoulder, neck, chest, stomach, the faucet running like white noise in the background. His breath rushed out of his mouth when Damen’s lips ghosted over the insides of his thighs, and he was met with a warm pair of brown eyes and a wicked grin upon opening his eyes.

“Get up here, brute,” Laurent breathed, and Damen surged forward to kiss him. He tasted familiar.

They got lost in each other for a few breathless minutes before Laurent whispered against Damen’s lips, “I think the bath is ready.”

Taking a tender step into the bath, Laurent hissed for a second before his skin started to adjust to the blistering heat. Damen knew just how he liked it. A moment after he settled down into the water, Damen undressed and entered behind him, plastering himself to Laurent’s back and wrapping his arms around the smaller man’s midsection. Laurent leaned back with a hum, which prompted Damen to nuzzle his head into the enticing space between Laurent’s neck and shoulder.

Minutes ticked by, interrupted only by the gentle sloshing of water that moved with their hands sweeping across each other’s bodies. Nothing existed except the feeling of their skin pressed together and the slow glide of their touches. The bathroom filled with steam, and Laurent basked in the lavender scent of it, letting it lull him into a light sleep in Damen’s arms.

It could’ve been a minute or an hour later, Laurent wasn’t sure, when he drifted back to consciousness to the feeling of Damen massaging his shoulders.

He sighed, and nuzzled his face into Damen’s neck.

“What’s this?” Laurent mumbled.

“You seemed so tense,” Damen said, his thumbs digging a little deeper into the muscle, making Laurent groan in a heady mix of ecstasy and tenseness.

“I’ve been leaning over a desk studying and taking notes non-stop all day while sitting in the most uncomfortable chairs. It’s not exactly my dream day.”

Damen’s grip changed as he worked his way across Laurent’s shoulders before making his way up to his slender, elegant neck. The noise Laurent made was downright sinful, and Damen had to bite back his grin. Someone was definitely enjoying themselves.

It continued on like that for some time, as Damen worked his grip across the tight spots in Laurent’s body. Laurent basked in it – the way Damen handled him both firmly and gently, his love bleeding through every touch.

Eventually, the bath water ran cold. Laurent did not mind, though; he and Damen had plans to watch a movie together that night, and he was excited to cuddle up on the couch under blankets with his stupidly loving boyfriend.

Damen towelled Laurent down thoroughly before wiping himself down much quicker. He then stepped forward and delivered a peck to Laurent’s lips.

“You take your time getting dressed. I’m going to heat up the takeout I got for you and get the movie ready,” Damen explained before jogging out of the bathroom completely naked.

Laurent had to restrain his laughter. Sometimes Damen was just so ridiculously Damen and the man didn’t even realize it.

A rush of private joy swept through Laurent upon entering the closet and seeing their clothes hung up side-by-side together. Two months had passed since their move-in, and Laurent was still not entirely used to these little reminders of the ways their two lives were now intertwined.

After dressing in his usual cotton shorts and one of Damen’s large t-shirts, Laurent grabbed his glasses without hesitation and headed into the living room, where Damen was placing his takeout onto the coffee table.

Damen smiled when he saw Laurent, coming over to slip his arms around Laurent’s slender waist. “Mm, you put them on.”

Laurent rolled his eyes. “Do you even like me or just the glasses?”

Damen let out a hearty laugh at that, and his delight was contagious.

“I like it when you’re comfortable, and yourself,” Damen explained, brushing his thumb down a porcelain cheek. “The glasses are just a manifestation of your trust in me, so of course I love them.”

Suddenly feeling like he was going to burst from all the emotions pushing against his ribcage and the blush rising in his cheeks, Laurent pushed past Damen into the kitchen.

“You’re making popcorn?” Laurent asked, when he heard distinct popping noises coming from the microwave.

“It is a movie night,” Damen explained simply, before directing Laurent to the couch. “Now pull up our movie options.”

They ended up going with a romantic comedy Damen had wanted to see, and though Laurent resisted and rolled his eyes, he was secretly excited to see Damen become engrossed in a cheesy plotline. Laurent could feel any remaining tension ease out of him as he settled on the couch with his food, lover, and cats around him.

Sylvia, who was still a kitten, climbed onto Laurent’s shoulders and pawed at his glasses before wrapping herself around his neck, while Auggie laid against Laurent’s leg. Damen had his arm wrapped around his boyfriend, its weight like a security blanket, and they were about to start the movie when Laurent realized something.

“Buttercup!” he called out into their apartment, hoping the seclusive feline would show. “Come here, baby.”

Sure enough, a minute later, a calico cat slinked around a corner with all the attitude of a movie star before hopping up into Laurent’s lap, almost sitting directly on his food. Both men laughed, and Laurent reached out to stroke Buttercup’s soft fur while Damen started the movie.

It was cheesy, but it was perfect. Laurent could feel all the cats purring while he petted them and devoured his food. Damen was a constant presence by his side, ceaselessly stroking Laurent’s hair and delivering random kisses to the crown of his head. He even came up with a game where they “had” to kiss every time the two protagonists kissed each other. And even though it only happened three times, Damen found other ways to sneak in more kisses throughout the movie. Laurent wasn’t complaining.

That night, as Laurent fell asleep against Damen in their shared apartment, surrounded by their pets, no coherent thought besides formless bliss entered into the confines of his mind. He was home, and he was safe.

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#captive prince #my writing #thank you for this adorable request <3 #i love writing soft lamen #ask

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willsimpforazula · 4 years ago

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Sokkla Month Day 3: FMA:B AU

A/N: NGL i did toy with making sokka as mustang and azula as hawkeye but it be like it do. It was either this or Fate/Stay Night AU where someone needs a mana transfer (if you didn't know what a mana transfer is, good. pls stay pure) Anyways, without further ado-

Tunnels

Fifth Laboratory

Central City

As soon as Envy started to brag about how Ty Lee couldn't bring herself to shoot her wife in the face and the look of shock on her face, Sokka knew by the way her entire body was tensing up that this was not going to end well for both sides. While Envy was still oblivious, Sokka braced himself for the screams that were sure to follow the smug laughs.

"Congratu-fucking-lations Envy, you've just played yourself." Azula coldly smirked, her face in a sort of grin that reminded Sokka way too much of Kimblee that it sent a chill down his spine. Pocketing her gloves to reveal a transmutation circle etched into the top of her hand, she turned to look Envy in the eye before snapping her fingers.

Instantly, the room was filled with the agonizing screams of the homunculus as its tongue was set ablaze in a flash of turquoise. Glaring at Azula, she merely remarked "Remarkable, isn't it? After all, the human tongue has a rather high percentage of fat, which makes it oh so easy to burn."

Turning to the rest of the assembled group, Azula barked "Go find this Father guy, me and the lieutenant will deal with this sack of shit."

"You heard the man, let's go."

"But-"

"That's an order." Sokka barked to Aang.

"Look kid, we don't got much time." one of the Chimeras urged. Reluctantly, they started to move deeper and deeper into the tunnels. Before Envy could even move to block, it found itself on the receiving end of another sapphire barrage, scorching it from head to toe.

"So, you're the one who burnt Lust to a crisp." it huffed and puffed, as it spent the lives the Philosopher's stone contained to regenerate its health.

"Then you know just what kind of fate awaits you."

Enraged, it abandoned its human disguise and took on it's true form, a massive green hulking beast that had a host of faces stretching against it's very skin, their death masks an unnerving sight.

"I was just going easy on you, but now I'll make sure you and your pretty little boytoy there is going to- AHHH!FUCK!"

"You truly are a special kind of dumbfuck aren't you? First you openly brag about killing my closest friend, now you give me a bigger target to hit?" she laughed, before zapping him with rapid strikes that soon filled the air with smoke, soot and the ever familiar smell of burning flash that for a brief moment, transported Sokka back to that hot, blood-soaked sands of Ishval.

Sensing that it probably wasn't the best idea to hang around in the place where Lust got fried by her, it chose the only sensible option and ran on all fours into the labyrinth.

"Sokka, stay here. This one's mine to settle."

"She was my friend too!"

" Lieutenant Sokka Hawkeye , this is a direct order from your superior to stand down."

"Fine."

Turning to face the tunnels, she strode in with a singular purpose and aim. To avenge the death of Ty Lee.

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"Scar?"

"What is it?"

"I need to talk to you?"

"It's about the Colonel, isn't it?."

A nod. "I figured as much.", he sighed, "That face, the rage, I used to be like that long ago. The way I see it, she'll burn herself up long before she'll even get a chance to recover."

As if to emphasize his point, the sounds of Envy's tortured screams as it was relentlessly pursued echoed through the corridors. "Come, we need to keep moving." Reluctantly, Aang nodded and grit his teeth, steeling his heart to the blood curdling screams of someone getting burnt repeatedly.

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"Show yourself, you freak! Weren't you all high and mighty, boasting about your exploits, hmm? Too scared to pick on someone your own size?" she taunted, eyes peeled for any sign of movement.

"Come out come out wherever you are...or else I'll burn off your skin, bit by teensy bit, you worthless piece of crap." she continued, her voice raising by several octaves and taking on an almost sadistic tone.. Hearing the echoing cries and the almost sing song taunts, Sokka could stand it no longer and headed down the tunnels, his pistol at the low ready.

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Turning a corner, Azula heard an all too familiar voice call out "Hey there, Colonel." Snapping around, she saw Ty Lee standing in her uniform leaning nonchalantly against the wall, before she lunged at her. She won't dare to touch her, not if the-

Her thoughts were cut short as Azula's face, twisted with rage, blasted the lookalike with an unceasing torrent. For good measure, she even charred the cartilage in its left knee and burnt out the soles on the right foot in addition to singing its eyes.

"If you think I'm afraid of calling in fires danger close, need I give you a lesson in who I am?" her lips curling in a feral grin before blasting her once more. At this point, Envy knew better than to try and reason with her and ran. "So much for homunculi being the superior being." she tutted, her face stained with traces of soot and ash that left black streaks on her creamy white skin.

Taking respite in a mass of pipes, it spotted Sokka, who was looking for her, hoping against hope that she didn't completely lose herself. Even injured, it formed up a devious plan as it stalked him from the shadows.

"Fuck, this place is like a maze." he uttered, wandering through the tunnels. Hearing the sound of boots, he clung to the shadows. When the noise drew level, he aimed it at her face at the same time Azula pointed her fingers at him. For a brief moment, neither side let their guard down, before exhaling.

"Didn't I tell you to stay back?"

"I couldn't Colonel. Besides, someone needs to make sure you don't do something stupid."

"You're probably right. An extra set of eyes would be helpful."

Traveling a short distance, Sokka suddenly paused and leveled his gun at the back of her head.

"Do you know who your gun is pointed at?"

"Who? Don't make me laugh, when it's just us, the Colonel calls me by my first name." Turning to face her, Envy (who was disguised as Azula) smirked. "So you two really are that close huh." Letting out a small breath, Sokka executed a double tap to the chest and one to the head before replying "I lied."

Shrugging off his shots, Envy got back up and tried to rush him, but Sokka calmly slammed two rounds into the kneecaps, making it kneel on the ground as he leisurely holstered his dry gun and drew two more from his back, knocking out its arms and wrists before finally unslinging the rifle and giving the homunculus a dose of high speed lead poisoning.

Thoroughly pissed off, Envy lashed out and stabbed his shoulder, making him drop the rifle before it wrapped an appendage around him and smacked him upside the head. Before it could paint the walls with his grey matter, the real Colonel Azula arrived and toasted Envy, rendering its grip on him a pile of soot and ash.

"You truly are a glutton for punishment aren't you? First you kill my friend and boast about it, now you hurt my lieutenant? I swear I will burn you until you're nothing but a pile of ash and dust. And I've got all the time in the world, you miserable rat." Even as she spoke, her fingers snapped like a machine gun setting it ablaze over and over again.

"How many lives you've got left? Six? Sixty? Six hundred? No matter, it's all the same to me. Tell me, how does it feel to get your ass roasted by the very same person who killed Lust in the very same way?"

"Why you-GAH!!!"

"Stop, please!"

"What, not hot enough? I'll gladly crank up the heat. Stay back lieutenant, it's going to get a little toasty in here." Like a well oiled machine, her snap came almost naturally and any humanoid form of Envy was finally turned into cinders, whilst the tip of her gloves were starting to char and smoke. From the ashes, a green six legged slug-esque creature crawled away, it's squeaking voice lamenting at having been reduced to this form once again.

Without hesitation, Azula applied pressure on the offending creature, before commenting "So this is your true form. What a pathetic little being."

"P-Please-don't kill me!" it begged.

"Envy means jealousy, does it not? Well then, you won't have anything to be jealous of very shortly."

"Nooo please I don't want to die, not like this!!" it screeched.

Before Azula could turn the hapless homunculus into the next life, a sound of a hammer being cocked gave her paused.

"And just what do you think you're doing?"

"That's far enough. I'll handle it"

"What does it matter if it's me or you that deals the final blow? The fucker is going to die regardless, so lower your weapon."

"No. I cannot obey that."

"I will not ask again."

"Put your damn hands in the air, now!"

A burst of alchemically created earth wave soon took the decision making away from them as it launched it right into Aang's hand, who kept a vice like grip on it.

"Nice of you to drop by. Now hand it over."

"No."

"This is a direct order by a superior officer, hand it over."

"No."

"Are you asking for a fight and a court martial?"

"Bring it on by all means. But take a good look at yourself and ask, is this the face you want to lead Amestris with?!"

"Kill it if you wish, what right do I have as someone who has done the same. But I shudder to think what kind of world such a person held prisoner by their desire for vengeance would create." Scar added.

"Colonel, I have no intention of letting that slimeball live to see the next sunrise but please, this is not your fight anymore."

"No, you don't understand! I finally ran the bastard down, the bastard who killed Ty Lee! I-"

"But still, I cannot let you do something so reckless! Justice is what she needed, not this blind hatred for her killer. If this is how you act if one person wrongs you, what then will you do if a region or hell, another nation crosses you? Will you turn it into another Ishval? No, I will not let you."

"Please, let it go. I know you're better than that, Azula. I'm begging you, please!" "Go on, do what you need to. Then what?"

"Then it'll be the second last shot I'll ever take. After that, what else is there to live for?"

"No, that won't happen. That can never happen." Summoning her rage, she loosed off an intense jet that blackened the walls of a nearby tunnel, it's heat making everyone sweat like a hot August day.

Looking at the people around her, she remarked "Ironic, isn't it? Scolded by a child, lectured by a man who has all the right to seek vengeance against me for the crimes against his people and you, you-"

"-I've done it again." she ended mournfully. Clasping the hand that was still pointing at her, she gently lowered it down, saying "I've hurt you. Please, forgive me.", before kneeling at his feet, covering her face as the waterworks were out in full force. Holstering his derringer, he too dropped to his knees, and held her in his arms as she cried into his shoulders.

"Azula, I forgive you." he whispered in her ear, all caution and decorum thrown right out of the window as he rubbed her back in small circles.

"Really?" she looked up with red rimmed golden eyes.

"Really."

"Thank you, Sokka. For pulling me back from the abyss. I love you."

"I love you too, my little firecracker."

"Goddamnit Lieutenant, I can't believe you lied to me!" Envy squeaked.

"Shut up you pipsqueak, who gave you the right to speak!" Aang scolded, making it shrink back in fear.

"Hey Azula?"

"Yes?"

"We still got a transmutation circle to stop."

"Right."

"The usual place, 8 pm tomorrow evening?"

"As long as you're the one footing the bill."

"Deal. Now let's go."

#sokkla month #au #sokkla #sokka x azula #i could have had them eat each other's face out in the tunnels but it stopping daddy from making a philo stone was more important #not sure where to insert a secret tunnel pun #day 3: AU

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unclegarou · 5 years ago

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First, I wanna say happy birthday! I am a little late, so I hope you can forgive me! Now, may I request some nsfw with Garou in the shower? The thought of seeing water run down his perfect body is amazing. Maybe add some fluff to it like Garou washing his s/o hair and body before things get steamy? It's okay if you can't though. I love your writing! Have a good day! ❤

Omg yes, I am more than happy to answer this request.

And it's okay, thank you ❤️❤️😭

Hot And Steamy, NSFW Garou XFem!Reader, Mini Scenario

Not gonna lie, I'm kinda proud of this 😎 but still send feedback pls

When Garou first stumbled into the house, he was covered in dirt and blood from head to toe. Now all that residue was flowing down the drain as he lathered his entire body with soap. Garou stood directly under the showerhead, allowing the water to fall on his thick, white hair and render it completely drenched. You stood behind him, too dazed to wash your own body.

Garou peeked over his shoulder, “How long are you just gonna stand there?”

You averted your gaze, flustered that you were caught ogling his body. How could you not when he looked totally different with his hair slick back, scarcely reaching past his neck. Your fingers were itching to run through those heavy strands, but you held yourself back. “It's hard to wash up when you're blocking most of the water.”

He turned his body to face you, “Why didn't you say something earlier?”

“Wait, I can—”, Your timid objection was drowned out by the running water.

The wet towel greeted your neck before you could resist any further, moisturizing your skin with it's scented foams. The kind gesture had your heart racing. Even though you've been intimate with Garou hundreds of times, he had a way of making it feel like the first. You noticed his behavior was calm and gentle, not a shred of lust in his actions.

Garou tended to be more vulnerable when the two of you were tucked away somewhere alone. No teasing, cocky remarks, or evil schemes. He didn't have to put on those phony acts with you.

Seeing him like this made you loosen up a bit as he continued further down your body, cleaning around your shoulders and arms. While he was distracted, you took another glimpse at his wet body. Permanent scars were littered across his chest due to his constant battles with S-Class heroes. A wave of nostalgia flooded your mind, “I think I helped stitch at least half of these.”

Garou stopped to watch your fingers trail along his scars, he grinned, also remembering those times he could've bled to death if it weren't for your help. You looked up at his face, noticing another scar across his cheek. It was gradually fading away but still bright enough to see. Your finger subconsciously went up to trace it. He looked at you confusedly, “What is it?

At that moment, Garou looked nothing but innocent as little water droplets ran down his perfectly chiseled face. You wondered why he wanted to portray himself as such a bad guy. The softer side suited him better, in fact, it made him irresistible. You stood on the tips of your toes to plant a soft kiss on his moist lips.

Garou’s eyes never left you, even as you pulled away. He was just as surprised as you were.

The wet towel he had been holding slipped between his fingers and dropped with a loud smack. Garou grabbed ahold of your chin, tilting it up slightly. His eyes searched yours momentarily, easily spotting the thirst flowing deep within them. He leaned down to kiss you, his mouth caressing your bottom lip urgently. The water never stopped running as it eventually rinsed all the lingering suds off your body.

It's crazy how a single peck on the lips could easily turn on his switch, but you didn't mind at all, your fingers tangled between his wet hair and pulled him closer. He grunted, “Dont start something you can't finish.” His length brushed against your thigh, reminding you just what he was capable of.

The warning only enhanced your arousal and Garou sensed it quickly. He trailed his large hands down the curve of your ass before lifting you up, straddling your legs around his waist. Your back hit the cold wall, eliciting a gasp from your lips. There was no point in playing around when you were already fully naked and waiting, but Garou still teasingly grinded against your exposed entrance, “You want it?”

Your fingers removed themselves from his hair and onto his shoulder, gripping them tightly. “Yes, Garou. I need it.”, the craving in your voice was loud and clear, even over the water falling down your connected bodies. He wasted no time slipping inside your walls, relishing in the way you clenched around him so perfectly.

Garou buried his face in your neck and grabbed onto your ass, pulling you down his length at a steady rhythm. Each stroke reached deeper inside you, hitting that one spot you loved the most. The way your nails dug in his flesh only proved that he was steering you in the right direction.

He kept his attention on your breast, watching them jerk up each time he pounded against your hips. His mouth was practically watering for a taste but he didn't want to risk ruining the flow. Being in such a slippery environment meant minimum movement, yet he still managed to bring out all your beautiful moans regardless.

“Fuck baby, you're so tight.”, Garou desperately held onto your thighs so he wouldn't lose his grip. You were starting to fall apart in his arms, too overwhelmed with continuous pleasure. Your cries were getting louder with every thrust and Garou could hardly control his grunts.

The water was turning cold now, but neither of you seemed to notice. You wanted nothing more than for him to pump inside your walls and stretch you out with his enormous length. Your back arched, “Garou, please don't stop.” He gritted his teeth, trying his hardest to hold off his orgasm, but your praises compelled his dick to twitch impatiently.

Garou met your lips, devouring your mouth with his tongue to muffle your moans. His thrusts were speeding up, provoking your release. Your legs wrapped around his waist tighter, keeping him positioned inside until you finally came. He departed from the sloppy kiss just to watch you shake all over. Your lips parted, letting out uneven breaths. The feeling of your cum leaking all over his dick made him utter profanities as his own orgasm erupted soon after.

You lazily hugged Garou’s chest to shield yourself from the rapid fall of cold water. He rode out his high for a bit longer, still hoisting you up against the wall. A part of you just wanted to stay like this forever..

Garou kissed your cheek, “I’ll take showers more often if this is how you'll reward me.”

#garou #one punch man #opm garou #one punch man garou #garou x reader

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angel-fire · 5 years ago

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you get me so high

summary: bucky has had enough of your attitude towards him.

warnings: nsfw in general, sorta enemies to lovers, dirty talk, light choking, bucky being a tease. don’t read if you're under 18.

A/N: OKAY... im sorry if this isn't as good as y'all wanted it to be fksldskd idk i wrote the majority of this in a horny daze. pls be nice i am sensitive it’s my first time posting a pic and the first time i’ve written smut. also the title of from the song by the neighbourhood.

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“You’re such a fucking dick sometimes, Barnes,” you snap, arms crossing over your chest in indignation as you stare him down. “I told you I would do it. Multiple times, actually.”

“What the fuck is your problem? You were taking too long to get the door open, so I did it myself. Not my fault you couldn’t do it on your own.” Bucky scoffs, rolling his eyes at your little temper tantrum. You’d just come back from a mission, which would have been simple in theory, if not for Bucky fucking Barnes, who’d slammed through the steel door with the force of his own body, rendering you practically useless in the meantime. Humiliating you.

You’d barged into his room after settling in back at the compound, intending on giving him shit for it because he always fucking does this. Undermines you, makes you doubt your place on the team, fucks with your feelings when he knows damn well how your body reacts to him when he stands too close to you. Bucky Barnes knows the effect he has on you, and it frustrates you to no end.

“Couldn’t do it on my own? That’s rich, coming from the guy who couldn’t wait two goddamn seconds before-“

Bucky takes two strides towards you, backing you up until the backs of your knees hit the end of his bed. Heat licks up your spine as you meet his darkening gaze, tense frustration set in his jaw.

“Before what? Huh? Before I saved the hostages, before I saved you and everyone else in that building? You could be a little more grateful, you know.” He says lowly, face drawing dangerously close to yours. You seethe, wanting to prove him wrong, to fight back, even if you know deep down that he’s right.

And yet, you hate the fact that he always has the upper hand. Always an advantage over you.

You jab a finger into his chest, hoping he doesn’t see the way your body ignites with him so close. “You fucking asshole, is that how little you think of me? You know damn well why I’m mad!” Your eyes burn with unshed tears of frustration, with both him and yourself.

“Are you done?” He grabs your hand and wrenches you closer, eyes narrowing in annoyance as his breath fans across your face. You try to hide the way your eyelids flutter in response. “Because I’m not. Maybe you should get that stick out of your ass and stop being so damn sensitive about shit you can’t change.”

Your jaw clenches, free hand balling into a tight fist at your side. Bucky’s eyes flick down to watch the movement, his lips quirking up in amusement. “Angry, are we? You’re so small, what are you gonna do? Hurt me?”

“Fuck you, James.”

Bucky’s eyes darken, and he’s on you before you can say anything else, pushing you flat on your back onto the bed behind you. Your breath leaves you in a huff at the sudden movement and you barely have time to even attempt to sit up before he straddles you, deftly pinning your wrists above your head as he stares down at you challengingly.

“You’re such a fucking brat, getting all angry at me to hide the fact that you want me as much as I want you,” he says, calmly despite the way he’s handling you. He kisses you, roughly, his tongue tangling with yours the second you sigh into his mouth.

He pulls back abruptly, pupils blown and lips kiss-bitten. He smirks. “See? Just admit it, you were wet for me way before that goddamn mission even happened.”

“Fuck you,” you repeat, refusing to let him think he’s won despite the fact that you feel arousal curling in your veins with each passing second, only heightened by the low timbre of his voice.

“Fuck me, huh?” He murmurs into your ear, pulling back to take in the sight of you. “Yeah, fuck me alright,” he growls, grasping the fabric of your dress and tearing it clean down the middle. The sound of the cotton ripping makes you jump, each inch of skin being exposed to the cold air making you shiver with anticipation as his darkened eyes take in your bare skin before landing on your panties, fabric soaked through with desire.

“Look at you, just fuckin’ dripping for me. Wanna fucking ruin you,” he practically moans, one hand swiftly pulling his own jeans off, his cock finally springing free. You feel the weight of it directly on your pubic bone, an airy moan forcing its way out of your lungs, muffled by his mouth as he swoops down to capture your lips with his.

“C’mon, open up those pretty legs for me,” he murmurs against your mouth, coaxing his tongue through your teeth, the warm flesh of his hand sliding along the skin of your inner thigh. Your legs begin to part of their own volition, exposing the most intimate part of you to his hungry eyes as he tilts his head down to look at you, causing you to let loose a shaky breath as you watch him take you in.

“Mm, yeah, that’s it. Wider.” He commands, and you comply immediately, legs spreading into a near split. The slight pain from the stretch of your legs is nothing compared to the pressure of the head of Bucky’s cock sliding through your folds over your panties, drawing keening sighs from you and low growls from him.

“Bucky, please,” you whine, tilting your hips up in an effort to have him where you want him, but he only chuckles.

“Want me inside, don’t you? Now, why would I do that?” He taunts, metal hand wrapping around the delicate skin of your throat and applying slight pressure. “Believe me, I want nothing more than to have my cock buried deep in you until you can’t even fucking walk, but it looks like you need to be taught a lesson.”

“N-No, I’m-“ your voice cuts off with a sharp moan as he thrusts his cock against you hard, bumping your aching clit in the process as you start to beg. “I’m sorry, I’ll be good! Please just fuck me.”

Your pleading whimpers make Bucky’s hips falter against you, and he releases his left hand at your throat to reposition itself back at where your wrists are straining against the powerful hold of his right hand.

“I know you’ll be good, baby,” he coos, emphasizing his words further with the slow drag of his cock against your soaked through panties. “And you will be. Later, when I have you in every way I’ve been wishing to since I first fucking saw you, and now, when you’re gonna get me off without doing a goddamn thing. Isn’t that right?”

He continues rolling his hips against yours, making your breath stutter and your chest heave.

His eyes zero in on the movement of your torso, unable to help himself as he leans down to swirl his tongue around your nipple, moaning in delight as he tastes you. You’re so aroused you can’t even speak, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of his cock pistoning between your thighs.

“Shit, sweetheart, you’ve got me so-“ he’s pounding against you now, head hitting your clit with every thrust and the length of him sliding through your folds as your underwear becomes completely useless as a barrier between you. “-so fucking close. Gonna make me cum, aren’t you?”

Your breath hitches as you watch him, mesmerized by the way his eyes fall shut as his brows pull together and his thrusts grow sloppier, less calculated and more frenzied, the way his own breath stutters with every slam of his hips in the cradle of yours three more times before-

“Fuck!” He shouts, absolutely drilling against you now as he growls through his release, right hand traveling down to shove your panties aside just before his seed drips out of him, onto your clit. Your hips jerk up at the direct contact, the tip of his weeping cock resting on your clit for a few more seconds before he shifts it away from you, resting in the crevice between your pussy and your thigh.

Bucky sighs contentedly, peering down at you with a gleam in his eyes. You’re too wired to speak, nerves spiking and heart racing from not having orgasmed yet and watching him take his pleasure from you.

“God, you’re fucking perfect. Always have been,” he chuckles, leaning down once more to kiss you deeply, wicked tongue curling around yours and breaking away only to travel down the length of your throat. “You did so well, baby.” He sucks a bruise into the delicate skin, growling before sliding his body down your own, lips mapping out every inch of skin he can and drawing sweet sighs from you before he stops at your navel.

“Please…” you whisper, unable to take his unrelenting teasing anymore. Bucky looks up at you then, and your breath catches at the sight of his face so close to where you desperately want him, the lustful expression on his face likely reflecting the one you’re sure is on yours.

“Shh, baby, don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he murmurs. Slowly and without breaking eye contact, his hands grasp the sides of your ruined panties and slide them down your legs, tossing them over his shoulder. His large hands make contact with your thighs, curving around to the back of your knees before roughly yanking them up and over his shoulders. Lightning courses through your veins at the action, heat continuing to pool between your legs where Bucky now resides.

Ducking his head down, you barely catch the words he hums between your thighs before your head drops back in white-hot pleasure.

��Your turn.”

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes #marvel smut #marvel fanfic #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #kva writes

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shoalfoodblog · 5 years ago

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Sesskag nonsense pls enjoy

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His ears were burning

And not because someone was talking about him.

They were decidedly not talking about him. They were prattling onabout themselves and a patently what human women wasted breath in discussing and it really shouldn’t have even garnered his attention but he was a being gifted - though in this instance it felt more like a curse - with superior senses, and the glade was quiet, and peaceful - or it WAS - and there was nothing to distract from the, from the Discussion the two female humans were having on the opposite side of the clearing.

He exhaled.

He was not someone who usually experienced overheating but, well this must be an incredibly sweltering summer day for even one such as himself to be affected.

Record breaking, even.

The human women must be… delirious from the oppressive temperature. It was the only thing to explain...this topic of conversation. His brother’s wench was barely wearing anything to shield her creamy- to shield her mortal flesh - from the harsh rays.

“I mean I’ve never gone that far, but I heard from my friend Eri that if you REALLY want to surprise your man you take the tip and -“

Hn. Had the flowers in that corner of the field always been white? No, not pure white, but more an eggshell or a fresh cream white -

”Oh! I never would have thought of that! It’s hard to even imagine these things, I must be red as Inuyasha’s fire rat. I mean there’s talk amongst the village girls but your era has so much more information! But anyways...What if it’s too ...big wouldnt you then -“

Really they were almost porcelain in their coloring. Most wouldn’t notice such a subtlety in hue, but this one is particularly observant of any such minute difference..

“That’s a good question! Of course I don’t have any experience but I’d imaging if you just grab the bottom half-“

ALABASTER. Of course. They were alabaster. How silly to mistake them for anything else. The flowers were alabaster. Much like his own haori, or the skin on the upper thigh of his brother’s miko - HE WOULD ASSUME, if for whatever reason he was forced to look upon her human flesh for longer than necessary-

“Hah! If only the monk could hear us now. I think he’d be shocked!”

“Maybe he’d learn a thing or two! Or at least be stupefied enough to keep his hands to himself.”

Maybe he should… move to the shade. If only to set an example for his brother’s weak traveling companions, who were too dim to realize how terribly warm it was outside today. The heat he was currently experiencing would surely render them useless if a foe were to appear.

“Well, I saw Inuyasha’s once... on accident of course! I thought he died in the onsen! But I'm not sure what I could compare it to…”

“Well… I’m sure it wouldn’t compare to Lord Perfect!”

“Sango!!”

“What? I’m not blind. He’s got to have some impressive… equipment if the rest of him is anything to go on”

He blacked out. Just for a fraction of a moment.

“Ah! It’s hard to even imagine him as ...having one you know? Like it just doesn’t compute!”

“Compute?”

“Make sense! He’s so...pretty and immaculate my brain just fries when I try to picture him with a…. well! You know!”

Wait a moment now.

“I see what you mean. Maybe he’s overcompensating for something!”

“Maybe that’s why he was so interested in the Tetsusaiga all those years ago!”

This was. Unacceptable.

The tittering females had crossed a line.

To question…! Of all things!

“It could be the one thing Inuyasha has him beat at!.....Sango? What’s with that face?”

“Er- Kagome-Chan….”

“It would explain so much!”

“You might really want to stop talking right now.”

“Huh? What are you looking at?”

“Miko.”

“S-Sesshomaru-sama!”

“Please. Do continue. I find your observations… fascinating, if not terribly unfounded.”

“Oh my god. I mean, no you must be mistaken! I mean I… or we were just”

“This one values truth, and thoroughness. So I find myself desiring to correct your… misunderstanding.”

“Wait. What?”

And with a flourish, Kagome was gone and the demon lord with her, which is how Sango found herself alone in the field.

#sesskag #sesskag fanfiction #fanfiction #drabble #i dint know #im sorry

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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Not Nineteen Forever (19) (Branjie/Scyvie/Ninex) - Ortega

a/n: hi pals! so this was probs one of my top 3 fav chapters to write out of the whole fic. it’s got so many things that i just love, and i so hope u will love it too. i should probs make it clear that this isn’t the end of the fic! it’s going to have 21 chapters, so there’s two more to come after this (omg only 2????? bitch wtf???? WTF???). thank u guys for all the love my ask box gets flooded with after every chapter, i’m always so so excited when i see it so thank u so much, i really appreciate it!! here we go with n19f19 xoxo

please note: this fic contains young adults often behaving in irresponsible/unadvisable ways with regards to alcohol, drugs and sex. if you are someone who feels as if they could be heavily influenced by fic and incorporate what happens in the plot into ur own life, pls steer clear!

summary: Brooke, Yvie and Nina are three flatmates who forged a friendship in their first year of university and picked up some other waifs and strays along the way. Now in their final year, there are feelings that need to be unravelled and confessions to be made whilst navigating drunk nights, hungover mornings, takeaways, group chats, library meetups, cafe gossiping, and the small matter of getting a degree.

last chapter: there were confessions of love in a karaoke bar.

this chapter: a month on from the events of last chapter and with final exams and dissertations looming, Brooke thinks she can avoid Vanessa until graduation without having to confront anything that’s happened between them. this proves difficult when she’s trapped in the library with her.

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Brooke was fine. She was more than fine, actually, she was good. She was calm, serene, fucking zen. If it wasn’t for the dissertation she had to hand in a week from now she would have ascended to Buddha-like status, doling out study tips to her friends like proverbs.

Brooke had always been good at exams. She’d been a straight-A student back in Canada, the whole process of revision coming naturally to her. She’d bought designated ringbinders for every subject, poring over textbooks and copying information out in messy cursive until she’d filled her whole refill pad. When she’d walked into the big assembly hall on exam day, she didn’t get the usual churning of her stomach or shaky hands that her friends had always described. It was almost as if the hall reminded her of taking ballet exams when she was a girl- she knew what to do, she had all the information in her head somewhere, and all that was required of her was to think and write.

Essays, however, had never come easy, which was a shame as they essentially formed the basis of Brooke’s degree. There wasn’t the fast-paced element to essays as there were to exams, and lengthy deadlines gave Brooke time to overthink, redraft, panic, delete, then do the whole process over again. She’d never fully got the hang of them; add in the fact a different tutor marked what she’d written every time and her grades were practically a lottery. She knew this element would follow her throughout her career- writing, fashion design, God even her ballet exams from years ago- it was all a form of art, and art was subjective. She knew there were designers out there that were universally respected, but none were universally liked. Nothing was universally liked. In an exam, there was a set of right or wrong answers, but essays were open to interpretation. An interpretation that her degree classification depended on.

Stretching and feeling her spine bump against the hard plastic chair, Brooke let out a huge breath. She could still see her Mum’s face if she remembered hard enough, when she’d told her her very first mark on her very first uni assignment back in first year; the way the woman’s face had faltered a little but forced a smile and a congratulations. It was the first mark below 70% Brooke could remember in a long time, and her Mum’s disappointment still stung. Brooke was currently sitting on a 2:1, but only just. Her dissertation was going to cement what degree she received and Christ, Brooke would be lying if she said the pressure wasn’t getting to her ever so slightly. It was at the stage where she was taking a beta blocker each morning before spending most of the day in the library. Sometimes she’d take another in the afternoon if she felt herself starting to panic. Maybe that was the reason she was so chill.

Looking at her laptop and the block of black text against white digital paper, she rubbed her eyes and glanced through the huge floor-to-ceiling pane of glass to her left. Her own sleepy face gazed back at her, the view rendered invisible due to the pitch black outside. Brooke didn’t dare look at the time, but she knew it had to be late if it was this dark at the end of April. Casting her eyes to Nina, she couldn’t help but give a snort of a laugh.

“What the hell are you doing?” Brooke asked, looking at the exploded rainbow of colour-coded flash cards that were strewn across the girl’s desk and spilling out onto the floor. There were scribbly neon post-it notes stuck all over her laptop screen and Nina probably had half the library stacked up in high-rise tower blocks on her desk. A quick glance at her screen showed Brooke that Nina had roughly sixty tabs open.

“My goddamn best.”

Brooke let out another laugh as Nina gestured helplessly at the mess in front of her. “Jesus Christ, Brooke, how the hell am I going to be a teacher if I’m this disorganised?”

Brooke gave a little shrug and raised her eyebrows. “I dread to think what your classroom desk is going to be like.”

“Probably going to accidentally kill a child on my first day. Nudge over a big pile of papers on my desk, boof. Dead,” Nina giggled, then let out a huge laugh and instantly clamped her hands over her mouth in embarrassment. The action made Brooke laugh out loud too until the pair were having a silent laughing fit in the exact place they weren’t supposed to be making any noise.

To be fair, the top floor was pretty empty given the late hour they were there. The few people that were left were already packing up their things and leaving, laptops shut in a manner of resignation. The yellow strobe lights that hung above gave the whole place a clinical glow, and the patterns on the fuzzy green carpet all seemed to merge into one. As Brooke ran a hand through her hair and was about to check the time on her phone, loud chimes rang out over the speakers built into the ceiling.

“Would all students please be aware that the library will be closing in ten minutes, that’s ten minutes. Thank you.”

Brooke almost jumped out of her skin. She blinked, then looked at the four numbers in the bottom right-hand corner of her screen. “Nina. No way is it almost midnight.”

“God. I’m not even surprised anymore. At this point it feels like we live here,” Nina groaned, cracking her back in a way that made Brooke wince then rolling her shoulders. “I guess we should head back to the flat.”

Brooke’s ears pricked as she heard a commotion from the other end of the floor. It sounded like a thunder of footsteps and a hissed argument. Turning slowly, Brooke’s heart sank as she saw exactly who she’d hoped she’d be able to avoid until graduation day.

Silky and Vanessa were standing at the printer a mere two sets of desks away from her and Nina. Silky seemed to be printing something out and insisting she wouldn’t be long as Vanessa tapped her heel against the carpeted floor impatiently, her Converse almost wearing a hole in the floor. Despite the late hour her makeup was still perfectly applied, and her hair was half hanging loose over her shoulders and half swept up into a haphazard topknot. Brooke pictured Vanessa growing frustrated at her desk, fretting over some form of past paper and tearing her hands through her hair, tugging her brown locks up and securing them with a hair tie. Brooke hoped she wasn’t too stressed about her finals. She remembered that when they were together Vanessa had had some form of big essay due, and she’d sat up in bed exhaling and worrying, typing furiously with her long nails crashing against the keyboard of her laptop like angry waves. Brooke had quietly brought her tea, wordlessly pressed a kiss to her temple, and Vanessa had cast her a soft smile that had made Brooke’s heart set alight.

Just then Silky looked across the room, saw her, and began to wave. Fuck. Brooke watched as Vanessa cast her gaze over to where she sat. Her eyes widened when she laid them on Brooke and she tilted her head to the sky, barely hiding a gigantic roll of her eyes as she followed Silky over to Brooke and Nina. Brooke had in the time it took for the girls to reach their desk to decide how she wanted to play this. It was a tough decision. Because in the month-and-a-bit since their dalliance in the hot tub, and an even shorter time since her crying meltdown to Scarlet in the Swan toilets, Brooke had developed a hard, harsh exoskeleton for herself that involved channeling all the love and regret she felt for Vanessa into venom, poison and dislike. If Vanessa wanted to be petty and unkind and rude to her, then fuck it. Brooke would be the exact same back. She’d tried it out already- responding to thinly-veiled barbs in the groupchat, ignoring her if they saw each other. Brooke didn’t want to act that way, didn’t want to do any of it, but she forced herself to do it in the way a small child had to be forced to eat vegetables; it was what was good for her. Good for them both. It was better that Vanessa hated her. She’d tried loving her and look where the fuck that had ended up.

The issue was, the frosty behaviour she’d return to Vanessa was uncontrollable. She knew it was causing vibes and tension in the group, splitting them all up and causing cracks and fractures in a time where they were meant to be closer than ever. Yvie had had words with her, as had Nina. It hadn’t got them anywhere. Brooke had tried to reach out to Vanessa, offered her so many olive branches that Vanessa had just started beating Brooke black and blue with them. Brooke knew it was for the best if she acted like the complete bitch that Vanessa thought she was.

“Hey, sisters! What you both doin’ here so late?” Silky asked cheerfully as she reached the girls. Brooke stuck a smile on her face, tried not to look at Vanessa and then failed. Her thick eyelashes were cast to the floor as she scuffed the carpet with her shoe. Brooke felt a stab at her heart. Luckily, Nina took over.

“Christ, I was just saying to Brooke it feels like we’ve moved in here. My diss is due on Friday and I’m stressed out of my mind. What’re you guys up to?”

Silky waved a thick stack of paper at Nina as if she was showing her evidence. “We were down on floor one but the janitor’s chucking people out. I needed some readings and figured he’d get up here last, so I just came to the top floor to use the printer.”

“Yeah, and we’re done now, so let’s go. I need to pee before we leave,” Vanessa muttered to her flatmate, her voice dull as she still didn’t tear her gaze from the floor.

Nina’s cheerful smile faltered. Silky, to her credit, looked embarrassed by Vanessa’s sulky behaviour. To Brooke’s dismay, Nina shoved all of her index cards onto her laptop keyboard and slammed it closed. “Well, hey! We were just leaving. We’ll come with you.”

Vanessa’s face twisted into one of discomfort. “Nah, Nina, really, it’s fine. I’m gonna head to the bathroom anyway-”

“We can wait for you! It’s no big deal!”

Brooke’s heart sank. Great. An excruciating walk back outside with the girl that hated her most in the world. Just as she was about to bullshit a reason why they couldn’t, Silky enthusiastically agreed. Brooke watched Vanessa bite her lip in frustration, give a forced fake smile and nod. They were both united in the fact that it was a situation neither of them wanted to be in. It was the closest Brooke had felt to Vanessa in a while.

Nina and Silky filled the silence on their way to the library toilets. They were only beside the lifts so not that far away, but every step felt as if it lasted a million years. Finally, mercifully, the girls came to the toilets and Vanessa ducked inside. As they waited, Brooke just wished and hoped she’d be quick so the awkward situation would be over sooner rather than later. One minute turned into two, and Silky became impatient. Brooke watched as she wrenched open the door and yelled inside.

“VANJ, C’MON! THE PLACE IS CLOSING SOON!” she shouted into the room, muttering under her breath something about Vanessa having a bladder like the Hindenburg. Brooke tried to be patient and cast her eyes up to the ceiling. Looking back into the floor of the library, she was alarmed to find it completely empty, void of people. It could have been that she was startled, but she gave a shout into the bathroom too.

“Vanjie, hurry up! Jesus!”

At this point Vanessa was standing blasting her hands with air from the dryer. She shouted something back at Brooke that Brooke couldn’t hear over the air jets, but she could hazard a guess as to what it was. Finally, Vanessa stormed out.

“Fuck me, will you girls hop off my dick? Can I not pee in peace without you rushing me along? We’ve got ages! It’s fine!”

And then everything was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Brooke gave an involuntary cry of fear, felt someone grab her hand. Looking down at her interlocked fingers and then up to who it was connected to, she was shocked to see Vanessa, her face illuminated in the green fire escape sign and completely petrified. All at once she seemed to realise what she’d done and dropped Brooke’s hand like it was made of hot metal. Nina had fallen silent, her expression one of shock, and Silky was uncharacteristically quiet.

“Fuck,” Brooke found herself saying. Her mouth had gone completely dry.

“It’s fine. It’s fine, they’ll just be turning off the lights before they lock up. Let’s just hurry up and get the lift,” Silky reassured them, but Brooke didn’t miss the worried frown that was set on her face as the four of them walked quickly. Vanessa reached the button first, scrabbled at it with her fingers. The little white light that usually illuminated the panel didn’t turn on.

“Oh my God this can’t be happening,” Nina whispered, her voice panicked and fast. Silky rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder, but the frown on her face was deepening. Reaching out, she pressed the same button firmly, jamming it into its little metal pad. Nothing. The girls stood in silence for only a few seconds, listening for the metal whirrs and clunks that the lift usually made on its way up or down the building. Nothing came.

“Stairs,” Vanessa said simply, her voice full of worry as she suddenly dashed in the direction of the stairwell. The three other girls followed and all pretence of remaining calm and walking was truly out the window as their trainers squeaked over the linoleum, feet thumping harshly against the steps as they tore down flight after flight. Brooke’s pulse was speeding so fast she thought she would have a heart attack, and the bones of her feet began to hurt more with every step she launched herself down two-at-a-time. Breathless and frantic, they finally reached the bottom floor, Vanessa crashing through the double doors at the bottom of the stairwell and speeding across the lobby to the main entrance. Brooke was hot on her heels, her heart now painful in her chest and her breath coming in thick, uncomfortable wheezes. Any hope she’d had sank to the floor with her gut as Vanessa pounded the automatic doors and almost wrenched the fire door off its hinges in an attempt to get out. It was to no avail.

“Oh my God. Oh my God,” Nina repeated, her hands flying to her face as it blanched in fear.

“Fucking shit- HELLO? HELLO? WE’RE STILL IN HERE!” Silky yelled at the top of her lungs to nobody in particular.

“Guys, I don’t like this,” Brooke said, hearing the shake in her own voice as her eyes darted around the huge, dark building frantically.

“No shit, really? I’m having a fuckin’ whale of a time, personally,” Vanessa hissed, casting a glare her way before going back to shaking the doorhandles in a futile attempt to open them. Brooke felt her face curl up in a sneer, all the fear she’d felt previously moved into a convenient little box and replaced with all-consuming anger.

“Ugh, JESUS, Vanessa, of course, of fucking course, we’re literally locked in a uni building with no way out and you choose to start picking a fight with me. Big fucking-”

“ENOUGH!” Nina shouted, Brooke taken aback. She had known Nina for almost three years now, and in that time she’d never heard her shout. Well, she’d heard her shout with happiness or joy or fear, but never anger like this. She felt like one of her primary school kids as Nina continued. “Both of you just shut the fuck up for one fucking minute! Can we at least just find a way out of here before you start a fucking domestic?”

“I’ll take the cafe,” Silky said decisively, shouting to the others as she ran in the opposite direction. “Nina go right, Brooke and Vanjie go left.”

Brooke narrowed her eyes, looking again at Vanessa whose gaze mirrored Brooke’s. Relenting and not wanting to risk another telling-off from Nina, Brooke obediently tore off in the direction Silky had told her to go. She weaved her way through desks and bookshelves, checking every window only to find them all locked. As she was losing hope, the dull, green light of a fire escape sign caught her eye. Brooke sighed with relief as she tore towards it. This was surely a guaranteed way out. Reaching the tall door, Brooke slammed her hands on the cold, metal bar that lay across it, pushed down, and waited for the cold night air to hit her face and calm down her panic.

Nothing.

Brooke frowned, trying again and pushing harder at the bar. This time she got her shoulder involved, leaning all her weight against it. It didn’t so much as budge.

“We’re outta luck. They’re all locked from the outside.”

Brooke turned to see Vanessa walking purposefully towards her. Her tone was frustrated, but not towards her at least. Brooke felt relieved. She was beginning to regret snapping at Vanessa earlier, even if she was meant to dislike her. She wondered if she felt as scared as she did. Brooke thought about how Vanessa always hid her fear, remembered the time they watched some shit, gory horror movie at hers when they were together. Brooke had flinched and squealed and buried her face in Vanessa’s hoodie every two seconds while Vanessa had laughed at her, told her it was all fine and fake, but Brooke could feel Vanessa’s heart beat fast in her chest and her stomach muscles tensing every time a new horrific sight appeared on screen.

Vanessa leant against the bar that Brooke had tried, punctuating it with an angry kick of her foot. “That shit’s illegal, you know. Locking a fire door. We could sue fuck outta them.”

Brooke couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “Yeah I’m sure we, twentysomething students with collectively hundreds of thousands of pounds worth of debt, have both the resources and the influence to sue the university. They’d shit themselves.”

She watched as Vanessa looked at her, a glare about to appear in her dark eyes, then disappearing as she allowed herself a small smile and a single snort of laughter. There was a pause of silence. Brooke decided to fill it. “Let’s find the girls, maybe they found a way out.”

As they passed by the floor-to-ceiling windows again, Vanessa suddenly gasped and tore off to bang on the glass. Brooke followed her eyeline and was overjoyed to find what looked to be a janitor, finishing up and walking away from the building. She joined Vanessa and pounded her fists against the window, shouting randomly if only just to make a noise. Her hope began to die, however, when instead of noticing the absolute cacophony of noise the girls created, the man simply got further and further away. Brooke watched as he got his phone out, a long earphone cord attached to it. She slumped against the glass and let out a helpless moan.

“Fucking shit bitch ass motherfucker!” Vanessa hissed in anger, pounding on the glass with her knuckles one last time. Brooke watched as she took a step back from the window, flexed her fingers and gave a hiss.

“You okay?” Brooke found herself asking. She could already feel herself frowning in concern as Vanessa nodded briskly, shaking her hand out and sticking the knuckle of one finger in her mouth.

“Fine. Just got a lil’ over-enthusiastic, cut my finger,” she spoke around her knuckle. Brooke felt a pang at her heart. She took a step towards Vanessa.

“Let’s see?”

Vanessa gave another laugh, harsher and more sardonic than her first had been. “It’s fine, Brooke, I don’t need you to kiss it better.”

Brooke held her hands up, unable to help the way her eyebrows flew up her face. “Okay, I’ll just go fuck myself!“

“Yeah, do that,” Vanessa muttered quietly, sitting on a desk beside the window and pulling her legs up to cross them. Brooke, in lieu of snapping back at the girl she’d once called her friend but had never called her girlfriend, did the same. They sat in a hostile silence, thoughts running around Brooke’s mind as to what she could do or say. So many options flooded her head that it was hard to see any of them clearly for what they were. It turned out she didn’t need to give any of them that much thought, however, as Nina and Silky soon appeared from the other end of the building.

“Oh, good! You’ve not killed each other,” Nina said brightly upon her return. Brooke snuck a quick look at Vanessa, then rolled her eyes.

“Guess you’re as shit out of luck as we are?” Silky asked, her voice quieter than usual by at least a few dozen decibels.

“Can you believe they locked the fire doors? Fuck them, man, imagine there was a real fire?” Vanessa spat bitterly. Nina sighed heavily and shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

“We could try calling someone?”

Brooke frowned. “Who could we call?”

“The police?” Nina said immediately, her naivety causing the others to burst out laughing.

“And say what?! Hey listen, we know you’ve got murderers to catch but we’re locked in a uni building, could you bring round a big battering ram and knock the door down?” Brooke laughed, not missing the way Vanessa laughed in response and feeling a twinkle of pride light up in her heart.

“Well, could the fire brigade get us out?” Nina suggested, Silky groaning and pulling her hands down her face.

“Nina, you need to lower your expectations of what an emergency is. Four dumb uni students trapped in the library is not gonna be considered an emergency. We’re not in danger, we’re all breathing, and none of us have been set alight. That counts the big three out immediately.”

“What about a locksmith?” Vanessa shrugged. Brooke screwed up her face.

“Ah, for those locks that automatic doors have on them,” Silky deadpanned. Brooke laughed at the comment, clearly a little too loudly because Vanessa was back scowling at her again.

“Hey, they do so have locks, bitch.”

“I don’t think you can ask a locksmith to open a house that isn’t yours,” Nina frowned. Brooke raised an unimpressed eyebrow at her.

“I love my house, the university library.”

“Shut up! You knew what I meant,” Nina protested, as the other girls gave a laugh again.

“Surely there’ll be some phone number online for the janitor or something?” Brooke thought suddenly, Silky quickly taking out her phone to check. There was a moment of silence as the girls held their breath in hope. Finally, Silky let out an overjoyed cry.

“Cleaning supervisor main area- based in central library! Yes ladies! We’re fucking outta here!”

Brooke smiled so hard that her face hurt as Silky held her phone to her ear. Thank God. The nightmare was over, she could go back to her flat and not be literally trapped in a building with her ex. She would soon be-

The four girls jumped as a faint ringing of a phone could be heard from out in the lobby. For the hundredth time that night, Brooke felt her heart sink.

“I don’t really know what we expected from that,” Vanessa sighed, looking every inch the kicked puppy.

It was quickly decided that their last hope were the girls who weren’t in the library, although this went down the drain fast as it was discovered that Yvie was over at Scarlet’s flat and they were both asleep, neither Akeria nor Monet were picking up, and Plastique had gone home to revise.

“What about Monique, Vanj? Could we try her?” Nina asked. Brooke was confused at the way Vanessa’s face twisted in discomfort, a little line setting deep on her forehead.

“Nah, she, uh…she won’t pick up,” she said simply, Nina nodding quickly and neglecting to ask any more about it. It didn’t stop Brooke from being intrigued.

“What the fuck are we gonna do, then? We can’t just spend the night here,” Silky’s voice was disbelieving. Brooke gave a resigned shrug.

“Silk, I don’t think there’s any alternative. It’s only a few hours, the place’ll open up again at six. We can go upstairs and sleep in those little pods they have for group projects. Then by the time we wake up again, it’ll be morning and we can all go back to the flat,” Brooke explained calmly, although inside she still had a lot of anxiety rattling about and the dark of the library wasn’t helping.

The girls reluctantly agreed that it was probably the only thing that was left for them to do. In nervous silence they climbed the stairs to the first floor, where Silky immediately set up camp in one of the pods, stretching herself out along the seats that had once been cushioned but had been flattened by hundreds and thousands of sets of bums over the years. Nina took one and set her laptop back up again, arguing that she’d actually been on a pretty good streak before she’d had to pack up and wanted to see if she could churn out another thousand words before she went to sleep. Brooke peeled off from the girls and took her own pod, her tall body unable to fully fit along the seats. As she attempted to sleep, one thing kept stopping her as it usually seemed to around this time of day. She sighed, tossed and turned as she thought about Vanessa. It had all gone so badly wrong. The more she tried to get her off her mind, the more memories she was reminded of. Hurting Vanessa was easier than loving her; snapping at her and being snarky made Brooke feel bad and a bit of a bitch, but loving her and torturing herself for what an idiot she’d been made her feel ten times worse, as if her heart had been removed from its sheath in her ribcage and been stomped on, kicked about, stabbed with a blunt knife and dragged through broken glass. Any attempt to sleep was futile. Brooke’s eyes hurt with fatigue as she sat up, rubbed them and stretched. She would go and see if Nina was still awake, maybe sit up and annoy her for a while.

As she crossed the floor she noticed a small movement out of the corner of her eye. Vanessa was sitting on the floor by the window, her legs crossed and eating a packet of crisps she’d managed to procure from somewhere. Brooke thought she looked so tiny compared to the huge pane of glass and the world that sat outside of it. Now that the lights were off, Brooke could see every detail that lay beyond the window- the soft yellow glow of the streetlights that faintly illuminated the park beside the library, the pink and white marshmallow cherry blossom trees that lined each path. A memory shot through Brooke’s mind like a lightning bolt- the eight of them in second year after their exams had all finished, having a barbecue in the park as the sun beat down and frazzled them all to a crisp, the smell of sausages and weed carried on the light breeze and the warmth in Brooke’s heart as Vanessa had teased her about something, the girls all laughing at Brooke’s embarrassment and protests.

God, they’d all been so happy.

Without really knowing what her plan was, Brooke walked over to where Vanessa was sitting and sat down cautiously beside her. The other girl looked at her, as if she was deciding whether to glare or smile. She ended up doing neither.

“Can’t sleep either?” Brooke chose as her opener, immediately regretting it for the cheesy line from a film it was. Vanessa gave a sarcastic chuckle, gestured around her.

“Apparently,” she said simply, Brooke looking at the carpet and kicking herself. There was a moment where the cogs in her brain whirred quickly, trying to come up with something else to say. Vanessa surprised her by speaking again. “I ain’t been sleeping too good lately anyway, though, so. I guess it don’t matter.”

“Me neither,” Brooke felt something click inside her, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins as she spoke again. “Vanessa, we need to talk.”

Vanessa kept her eyes trained on the pane of glass in front of her. “We are talking.”

“God, Ness, please don’t make this harder than it already is,” Brooke sighed, her face pleading. Vanessa’s head snapped round to face her and her eyes were what could only be described as murderous.

“Hard? Don’t fucking dare talk to me about hard,” she said, slowly and carefully and causing Brooke’s heart to frost over in fear. “This year has been shit, absolute shit, the shittest year of my life. You broke my heart- no, fuck that. You broke me. I had to take my goddamn feelings and put them all back together again, start from scratch while you swanned about absolutely fine. I am having to fight to get my average up because of the days I spent in my flat crying instead of going to lectures. Do you have any idea, Brooke, what this has been like for me?”

Brooke was silent as Vanessa continued relentlessly. “And then I finally got myself to a place where, hey, maybe I could be friends with you again! Then what happened? All the old feelings came back, didn’t they, and then we fucking…slept with each other and-”

“Hey, no,” Brooke jumped in, frowning and unable to listen to what was to come. “Don’t try to pin that on me, Vanessa, that was all you. It wasn’t me that fucking…straddled you in the hot tub and stripped off and talked about the sex I was having with other girls, was it?”

“Oh, no! You’re right. You’re correct,” Vanessa smiled sarcastically, soon getting replaced with a scowl. “You only got with me incredibly intensely in front of seven of our closest friends, who knew all the shit that’s gone down between us and watched like a fucking soap opera.”

“Well I didn’t hear you complaining at the time!” Brooke bit back, causing Vanessa to fall silent and play with a thread of her ripped jeans. Brooke let out a breath she’d been holding, took in a huge gulp of air. “Look, this is…this is off to a bad start.”

Brooke watched Vanessa’s throat move as she swallowed, her eyes cast downwards. Brooke was good at holding in her feelings, bottling them up like her life depended on it. She was terrified of feeling too much. She had no idea how this conversation was meant to start, but she knew she had to have it.

“Vanessa, I am sorry. I know it doesn’t mean much to you, but for what it’s worth, I am. I’m sorry for going about everything the wrong way. I’d never…done anything like this before, never properly seen anyone like I was seeing you, so I didn’t know how to behave. And fuck, maybe I was leading you on, and I’m sorry for that too. I just didn’t know what I wanted. Well, I thought I knew what I wanted but then I just…didn’t any more. I’m sorry for hurting you. I didn’t realise how much you liked me until it was too late,” Brooke cut herself off, sighing and feeling a bubble of sadness rise up in her throat. “Fuck, I’m trying to put it all the way I want it but nothing’s coming out right.”

Vanessa was looking at her, she knew it, but Brooke’s gaze had dropped to the floor. She brought her knees up to her chest. There was so much she wanted to say to Vanessa but none of the sentences she constructed in her head seemed to be sufficient.

“That night. You said that you missed me,” Vanessa’s voice was soft and small as she spoke, stripped from all the venom it had held before. “Did you mean it?”

Brooke jumped in instantly. “Yes.”

Vanessa was now looking at the floor, picking at her shoelace. “And did you mean…as a friend, or…just the sex, or…”

Brooke took a deep breath. I love you I love you IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou. The words were so close to coming out, but she stopped them. Now wasn’t the right time, nowhere near the right time. She tried to think about what the perfect response would be, sighed, scrapped it, and decided to just simply speak. “I miss you as…everything. I miss you as whatever you want to be to me. I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me. I just miss you for all that you are, the person you are. I miss us,” Brooke paused, realised her last remark was slightly risky. “Interpret that…however you want.”

Brooke snuck a gaze at Vanessa. A thought struck her as memories ran round her mind, and now she had started talking it seemed she couldn’t stop. “Do you remember after we…after lazerquest. Yvie’s birthday. We met up and we spoke about things and you said something. That whatever happens, we’d be friends always. Do you remember?”

Vanessa gave a little laugh. “You can wear a set of armbands in a current, don’t mean you won’t drown.”

She saw Brooke’s confused look, shot her a bashful smile. “I never expected to…end up feeling so strongly for you at the start. Didn’t expect to get as crazy about you as I got. Man…I wish you could turn feelings off.”

Brooke felt herself frown, a deep regret settling in the pit of her stomach. “I wish that too.”

She didn’t miss the brief look of surprise that flashed across Vanessa’s face. In the lull in conversation that followed, Vanessa wordlessly pushed the packet of crisps towards Brooke. She took one. Chilli heatwave wasn’t her favourite flavour, but it was a peace offering, and she’d take what she could get.

"So I stopped sleeping with Monique,” Vanessa commented, shrugging a little. Brooke blinked, almost choked on her crisp as she raced to get a reply out.

“Uh, yeah, I did notice you were a bit weird about things when Nina said you should call her.”

Vanessa pushed some hair out of her face, puffed her cheeks up with air and blew out harshly. “Monet kinda told me…she was catching feelings, and obviously I wasn’t there for that. So I said to her we shouldn’t keep going.”

Brooke felt a little twinge of pain for Monique. The poor girl had a crush and was just caught in the crossfire. “And how did she take it?”

Vanessa stared through the glass, her gaze steadfast. “I could tell she was sad. Disappointed. She didn’t start cryin’ or nothing, but…God, I still felt bad. I liked her, you know, she was a great girl. Maybe there’s a parallel universe where she took my heart and patched it all up again and we ended up together but…that’s not what it was for me. And the more she said she understood and that she hoped I’d find happiness, the worse I felt for having to tell her I wanted something different.”

Brooke nodded. She wanted to tell Vanessa that she knew the feeling all too well, but she didn’t want to interrupt her. Vanessa turned her head slowly, finally making eye contact with Brooke, and her eyes were the softest they’d been in a while. “I guess what I’m sayin’ is…I know now what it must have been like for you to break it off with me. And yeah, it completely fuckin’ wrecked me but…you did what you had to do. So…I forgive you, Brooke Lynn.”

Brooke couldn’t quite believe Vanessa was in front of her saying all this. Instinctively she wanted to launch herself forward and hug her, thanking her for her change of heart. Just as she’d convinced herself she was almost going to do it, Vanessa spoke again. Her voice held a slightly more steely note to it now. “But I don’t forgive you for kissing me or for that night in the hot tub. That really fucked with me.”

Brooke fought the urge to snap a childish you started it at her and instead said a soft okay. She also fought the urge to reach out and place a hand on top of Vanessa’s. The building was still pitch black and silent and the girls had reached a conversational purgatory. Vanessa had forgiven her for some of her mistakes at least. This was the closure Brooke had wanted. Despite herself, she found herself opening her mouth. There was so much still unresolved.

“You must kind of hate me for that."

Vanessa snorted, tilted her head to the sky. "I do and I don’t.”

A small silence. Brooke knew what she wanted to say, knew what topic she wanted to breach, but it meant plunging head first into the icy chill of the great unknown, and as much as she wanted to talk about it she was terrified of doing so.

“Is that because part of you loves me?”

It was out before Brooke knew it. Vanessa had frozen, her body unmoving with her head still positioned towards the ceiling like a terrifying Exorcist yoga pose. Brooke could immediately predict it, could practically hear it- Vanessa’s quick, sarcastic response, don’t flatter yourself, her getting up and thundering away to another part of the building in some angry game of hide and seek. She couldn’t face any of those options, so Brooke continued talking. “I was in the bathroom at the same time. In the next stall along from you and the girls. I heard you say that you never got to tell me. Did you mean it?”

“Why are you asking me this, Brooke? Is it to add insult to injury? Is it not enough knowing that the girl you broke it off with can still come crawling back into bed with you so easily, you have to rub salt into the wound by getting me to fucking…” Brooke heard Vanessa take a big deep, shaky breath, felt the tears prick at the corners of her own eyes. “…admit that I’m in love with you, yes, okay? I love you. What’s the reason?”

“Because I…fuck,” Brooke jumped in then immediately stopped. She felt her jaw wire itself shut, almost paralysed with fear. She didn’t know if she could verbalise everything she was feeling. “I’m not good at talking about this stuff.”

“No shit, Miss Marple,” Vanessa quipped bitterly, her eyes back looking at the carpet and avoiding Brooke’s gaze. The lack of eye contact helped Brooke. She carried on.

“You know, I used to lie in bed before I went to sleep and rehearse what I would say to you to tell you I liked you,” Brooke gave a laugh, remembering when things were more simple. “Except none of it worked out that way. And now I’ve actually got a second chance at it, I’m almost too frightened to say it. I completely fucked it with you, Vanessa. You’re an absolute one of a kind person. Your smile just makes me happy whether or not it’s directed at me. The love and loyalty you have for your friends makes me proud of you. You’re so determined and hard working and you’re smashing your degree. And you’re kind. You see the good in everyone and you’re not afraid to feel and tell the world all about it. All these things that I just…love about you. It took me being away from you and making the biggest mistake of my life, and that night when we were together like everything was back to normal, it took all of that to make me realise that I’m…fuck..”

Brooke almost hadn’t realised she was crying until a sob bubbled up in her throat, almost choking her. It was almost like her body’s survival mechanism, trying to save her from the potential rejection she might face once the words were out.

Fuck it.

“I’m in love with you. I love you so much that it scares me. It scares me more than being fucking…trapped in the library in the pitch black with no way out,” Brooke let out a hybrid of a laugh and a sob. By now, Vanessa had lifted her gaze to look at Brooke, and Brooke had shifted hers so she could protect herself from Vanessa’s reaction. “Because I don’t want to hurt you again, and you deserve better than someone like me.”

“Then don’t,” Vanessa said quietly.

“What?” Brooke whispered, confused. She tugged the sleeves of her jumper over her hands and jammed them under her eyes, used them to stop the tears from escaping.

“You said you don’t want to hurt me again. Then don’t,” Vanessa repeated patiently. Brooke blinked. She had no idea what that meant, so she went with the knowledge she had at hand.

“I love you, and you love me,” Brooke said softly, finally meeting Vanessa’s eyes. “Can we…do something with that information?”

Vanessa let out a loud blast of a laugh, making Brooke giggle even though she didn’t know what was funny. “God, that’s the most Brooke Lynn Hytes way of asking me out ever. Can we do something with that information.”

Vanessa’s smile was infectious. It lit up Brooke’s heart and she wanted nothing more than to lean forward and kiss her gently, to make Vanessa hers properly this time. As her smile faded though, Brooke felt her hope fade too. Vanessa let out a world-weary sigh. “Brooke, I don’t…I don’t know if I can do this all over again.”

Brooke’s heart dropped to the floor and shattered. She wanted to say something, fill the silence and reassure her, but nothing came out. She had opened up, and it had all been for nothing. This was her karma- she had broken Vanessa’s heart and now here was Vanessa breaking hers. She felt crushed. Lacking the energy to do it properly, she nodded her head once, the action small and probably barely noticeable.

It was so quiet that Brooke could hear Vanessa swallow beside her, hear her breathing deeply to calm herself down before she spoke. “You never hear it in the movies but sometimes…sometimes love isn’t enough, you know, sometimes you need to put yourself first, and sometimes the person you love ain’t necessarily the one who ends up making you happiest.”

Brooke felt her chest grow tight, felt ashamed as her head hung to the floor. She saw two tears fall from her eyes and drop onto the carpet, making identical, miniscule ponds.

“But then also,” Vanessa continued, the but aspect causing Brooke’s heart to dip and soar upwards as if it was on a rollercoaster. “I love you for a reason, don’t I? The way that you say shit that’s all sarcastic and funny. The way you make me laugh. The way you’re always blunt and truthful, and when you say nice things to me it feels like you’re just saying a fact. The way you got this childish, immature streak to you that makes everything feel like an adventure when I’m with you. You listen in the best way, ‘cause you never try an’ force advice down anyone’s throat. You’re always so concerned about everyone you care for and want them to be happy…and even though you ain’t good at expressin’ it, I know you have feelings and I know they scare you. You’re like a fuckin…model, you’re so beautiful and perfect. So that’s as simple as it has to be, right?”

Brooke looked up and saw tears in Vanessa’s own eyes. All the honesty was so raw and painful, like burnt or grazed skin, and it hurt and stung as if it was real. It was real. Brooke hid a sob, took a deep breath. “I don’t, uh. I don’t know where we take this.”

“I want to be with you. I want to love and be loved, feel my heart fuckin’…burst like it’s made of confetti,” Vanessa continued, letting out what could have been a sob or a laugh. “But I want to be happy. I don’t want to be hurt again. I’m scared.”

“I’m scared too,” Brooke nodded, feeling the tracks the tears were making down her face. She sighed, the pain in her heart too heavy for her to carry. “Fuck, maybe we’re just not meant for each other, maybe we got our chance already. Maybe nothing should come of this-”

“But, fuck, I love you, Brooke! And you love me,” Vanessa sighed in exasperation, her mascara collecting under her eyes as her own tears continued to fall. “And that…that means something.”

“I love you,” Brooke repeated, in case it counted for anything. It meant the world to her. Vanessa gave a sad smile, reached out and took Brooke’s hand and laced their fingers together. She squeezed Brooke’s hand twice, and the simple gesture made Brooke hopeful that everything was going to be okay.

“Shit, I waited so long to hear you say that and now it’s like…” Vanessa began sadly, trailing off. Brooke didn’t push her to finish her sentence. Instead, she squeezed her hand like Vanessa had done with hers. The action seemed to work as a prompt, because she spoke again, tilting her head with curiosity. “What do you want outta all this?”

Brooke knew immediately. “I want you. I want us to be us again.”

Vanessa let out a soft sigh, paused. “Okay, well. I don’t know what I want right now, Brooke. An’ it’s gonna be hard to start again. So you’re gonna need to give me time to decide.”

“That’s okay. I’ll wait for you. You can take all the time you need,” Brooke reassured her instantly. “I’ll still be here.”

Vanessa’s hand shifted in her own. Brooke watched as she frowned a little, cast her gaze her way again. "You mean that?”

“I mean it. Whatever you decide. Whether we’re worth an extra chance or not. I’ll wait for you.”

A small smile crept onto Vanessa’s face as Brooke waited for her reply. “That’s the most romantic shit anyone ever said to me.”

“Well, it’s just the truth,” Brooke muttered, feeling her cheeks grow hot and glad that the dark room would hide her pink blush. Then, getting an idea and feeling a little spark of that childishness and immaturity Vanessa seemed to love so much, Brooke let go of Vanessa’s hand and held out her other one for her to shake. The other girl looked at her, a funny, confused smile on her face as she took her hand and shook it obediently.

“Hey. I’m Brooke Lynn,” she began, trying to suppress her smile as she spoke. Vanessa giggled, falling back a little then leaning forward.

“What are you…”

“Starting again. What’s your name, beautiful?” Brooke teased, all the darkness somehow bursting into colour as Vanessa laughed beside her, swatting her on her arm with her hand. She hadn’t seen this Vanessa in so long; happy, laughing, cheerful and playful. Brooke could’ve cried with how much she’d missed her.

“This is some dumbass shit, you know that?” Vanessa giggled, but Brooke could see the blush on her own cheeks illuminated by the streetlamps outside. Vanessa appeared to see her expectant face, laughed a resigned laugh and indulged her. “Nice to meet you, Brooke. I’m Vanjie. Well, Vanessa, but everyone calls me Vanjie.”

“Can I call you Vanessa? It’s pretty. It suits you.”

Vanessa laughed again, making Brooke give a chuckle too. “Bitch! You never flirted with me this hard the first time.”

“Well the first time we were friends, so I couldn’t flirt with you. Not properly like I wanted to anyway,” Brooke laughed, taking a Dorito and throwing it at her playfully. Vanessa squealed, toppling herself out of the way. “You, on the other hand, flirted all the time.”

“I’m a flirtatious person! You shouldn’t have taken that shit personal,” Vanessa protested, attempting to look offended but unable to wipe the smile off her face.

“So Vanessa,” Brooke carried on, trying to stop herself smiling as she carried on with the charade. “What are you studying?”

They carried on like that all through the night, being silly and getting to know each other again right from the very beginning. They had missed out on so much conversation over the past few months that it was actually nice to catch up, to re-establish herself in Vanessa’s life. She was looking at graduate jobs in events management for after uni and thinking of moving home to save money. For a fleeting moment Brooke almost suggested that they move in together but she was glad she had the sense not to verbalise that, a thought that was perhaps better bottled up and saved for another time. After all, Vanessa hadn’t even decided if she wanted to be with Brooke or not yet. Brooke had to cling on to the hope that maybe she would, because she had nothing else. Well, that was a lie. She had Vanessa’s smile and her laugh, the twinkle in her eyes when Brooke made a deadpan comment. She had the way Vanessa opened up to her, told her how scared she was of trying to navigate the world on her own after she graduated. She had the way that Vanessa shuffled close to her when the sun eventually began to rise, its glow a burnt orange ombre into a soft yellow which faded into the gentle blue of the morning sky. She had the way Vanessa’s head fit perfectly into the crook of her neck as, worn out and exhausted, she closed her eyes and dozed off in Brooke’s tentative arms.

Most of all, she had the fact that Vanessa loved her, and Brooke loved her back. And even though it hadn’t been the movie scene confession Brooke had been expecting, that fact, the sunrise, and Vanessa sleeping softly against her chest was enough for her for the moment.

#rpdr fanfiction #not nineteen forever #n19f #ortega #branjie #scyvie #ninex #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #lesbian au #college au #university au #nina west #silky nutmeg ganache #s11

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dedue - give it to me

i’ve been trying to snap out of my shits for a while now and to no avail ,,, im sorry for the few people who have been waiting for content from me. i won’t be able to get to requests for the time being; not until i feel better.

take this hard stan dedue content from me!

dedue x f!byleth

this is self-indulgent. very dirty, no beta. pls forgive me soft stans

byleth wasn’t small. her height was pretty average amongst all the women who were in garreg mach, and she even found herself having to tip her chin down to make eye contact with someone she’s talking to. she was definitely not small.

the problem was that the men of garreg mach were so unreasonably tall and.. massive. why had all of them grown so much? they all had such drastic growth spurts – even bernie ended up becoming a whole centimetre taller than her! and look at what happened to caspar; he’s become so big now!

it’s a shame that byleth didn’t inherit her father’s height, but at least she was able to make up for it with her unrivalled strength and stony expression.

byleth didn’t feel small, either. no one made her feel that way. even when she glowered back at dimitri when he was being huffy, or when sylvain playfully backed her up into a corner, she stood her ground. she didn’t let any man more than fifteen centimetres taller than her have any power over her.

except for dedue.

he absolutely towered over byleth – it’s like holding a grape to a watermelon, the size difference was mind boggling.

byleth shouldn’t have found it so attractive. how his broad shoulders and bulging muscles made her own body look so fragile; so tiny. he was nearly thirty centimetres taller than her and byleth couldn’t help but press her thighs together whenever the fact up and smacked her in the face whenever it got the chance.

byleth was so used to being seen as an alpha woman with her fierce blood lust on the battlefield and all the muscles she had gained from training and being a freelance mercenary throughout her life. she never would have thought to see the light of day when someone made her feel so small.

sure, there are other men at garreg mach that are significantly larger than she is, can wrap their hands around her waist and still be able to touch middle fingers at her stomach. sylvain had done so once to prove a point that didn’t make sense to her and dimitri had already tried to choke her to death with one hand (he lifted her from the ground for goddess’ sake!).

but dedue.

oh, dedue. byleth would daydream to herself.

that duscur man was something else.

he was so soft with her whenever they interacted in the greenhouse, and once, when she asked him to help her with the evening meal. his voice was kind and touch light as he told her what to do with each ingredient and how to season everything to perfection. despite his build he was gentle, and it showed with his actions.

even when he first held byleth, he cradled her to his chest and murmured about how he wanted to take her back to what was left of duscur, his homeland, and show her the beautiful field of flowers it had to present to her. he had sealed that promise with a brief kiss to the back of her hand.

it was obvious that this man of duscur would be romantic in bed with how careful he was with the world around him. byleth loved it. his callused hands roaming along her body as he kissed her always left byleth dizzy with desire, she’d even get shivers when he’d trace incoherent shapes onto her naked skin.

as much as she enjoyed being caged in by dedue’s arms, she loved it when his large hands would wrap around her. whether it be her waist, her neck, or her thighs, the firm grip of his hand on her was enough for byleth to start drooling for his cock.

she was quite a simple girl and dedue would only need to scratch his blunt nails along her thighs to have her putty in his hands.

byleth loved how small dedue made her feel.

“i’m going to break you.” dedue chuckled one night, arms crossed behind his head as he watched his lovely girl perch herself just above his hips. her unscarred (how?) hands were pressed against his abdomen as she held herself up and she bit her lip to weaken the smile that was forming on her face.

she licked her lip at his sentence. “i know.” she spoke nonchalantly and used her thumbs to brush over the hard ridges of his stomach while happily settling against the forming bulge in his undergarments. “i might just cry.”

dedue’s eyes were fond with love as he stared at byleth’s face, and the girl couldn’t help but flush at the expression. it was embarrassing to be shown such an emotion while she was blatantly teasing him.

“you’re still gorgeous when you cry.” he mumbled sweetly and removed an arm from under his head to brush his rough fingertips against the soft expanse of her stomach. byleth mewed at the contact and arched into the touch, and when his fingers hooked onto the hem of her black panties only to snap it back against her skin, it made byleth squeak.

dedue gave a slight smile at the sound and sat up from his lying position, causing byleth to wobble into his lap. “how about you be a good girl first and take a little ride?” he grinned then, his eyes devious as he stared down at byleth who was holding onto his shoulders with her lips parted in shock.

“panties off.” he whispered as he kissed her nose and smacked the back of her thigh to get the girl moving. byleth wasted no time, and once she had the lace flinging across the room she had settled herself against the spot where hip met thigh, eyes nearly rolling to the back of head as her clit made brief contact with his undergarments.

she bit her lip to contain the pleasured smile that was threatening to show on her face when dedue laid his hands on her waist, and with a tight grip, began to move her hips on his own accord. the flow of her hips kept her in contact with dedue, her clit brushing against his thigh deliciously.

dedue was controlling her movements so perfectly that byleth didn’t have to put in any effort; only had to wrap her arms around her man’s shoulders and let him make her do all the work.

the little gasps and whimpers that she let out was music to dedue’s ears and it made his body feel warm; made a rolling wave of arousal go through his body as the cloth that hid his erection felt like it was getting tighter. byleth fit so perfectly in his hands, dedue had discovered a while ago. he loved how her soft and hard curves filled his large palms nicely, and it made him feel possessive.

byleth could have chosen anyone in garreg mach, but she chose him – the man of duscur. a foreigner.

byleth wasn’t scared of him and the permanent glower on his face; wasn’t terrified with how small she was compared to him. she absolutely loved how big dedue was, and always seeked the comfort of his broad shoulders sheltering her with a hug. plus she loved sitting in his lap.

(she just likes grinding against him whenever she gets the chance.)

“if i were an artist like that ignatz from the leicester alliance, i would try my best to capture this gorgeous image.” the man quietly gritted out as his fingers dug into the supple flesh of byleth’s ass, his chest rumbling with a pleased growl at the sight of his bare thigh shiny with slick.

the archbishop could only giggle to herself at the comment as she gripped onto broad shoulders, her tongue lashing out to lick at her bottom lip in pleasure, her bashful grin something dedue wished he would see every single day. “you’ve always had a way with words, my dear.”

“but you always manage to render me speechless.” he chuckled, leaning up just the slightest bit to steal a kiss from byleth before pushing her off his lap once she was caught off guard.

she squeaked in surprise at the sudden move, but didn’t dare complain when she saw the smile on dedue’s face, her breath catching in her throat as he stroked her knee.

“so small.” dedue murmured once byleth laid on the mattress with her thighs eagerly spreading apart, knees pressed against her chest as she unashamedly exposed herself to her lover’s eyes. his rough hands scratched along the smooth expanse of her thighs as she welcomed him with coy eyes, and slowly, slowly, as he reached her most private, sacred area, he used his thumbs to carefully spread apart the pretty pink lips that hid that cute little clit she always seemed to love playing with, and the gorgeous hole that so eagerly swallowed him up every single time.

“such a pretty little thing.” he praised under his breath and used the tip of his index finger to circle her clit once before dragging it down to her slick entrance, his finger just barely dipping in before he’s pulling away, a thin string of her arousal connected to his finger. “i’m always amazed by how well you take my cock.” he chuckled and used his other thumb to add pressure to byleth’s clit, enjoying the broken gasp that escaped her. “considering how tiny you are.”

“i was born to take it.” she grinned lazily and let out another gasp when dedue slipped his finger into her entrance with ease, her slick dripping out of her in waves. “i’d take being your cumdump over archbishop any day.” she sighed dreamily, dedue’s finger crooking inside of her lazily as he flicked at her clit, his smile fond. “you flatter me so. but neglecting your duties is irresponsible.”

byleth couldn’t respond, because dedue was already nudging a second finger inside of her without warning and the slight burn nearly had the girl drooling with pleasure. “yes, dedue.” she sighed and threw her head back against the mattress while one of her hands went to wrap itself around her lover’s wrist, her chest rumbling out a happy purr as he let her guide him.

she was warm around his fingers, her walls squeezing his digits in the best way possible as he curls then unravels them, byleth’s hand pushing and pulling at his wrist to give her the friction that had her thighs shaking.

“you’re always so sensitive,” the duscur man crooned while teasing her entrance with a third finger, only slipping it in when the girl beneath him whined his name, “isn’t that adorable?” he hummed and leaned up byleth’s body to kiss her sweet, trembling lips, scissoring his three fingers to loosen her walls up. he chuckled in adoration when the young woman made a small move to bite at his bottom lip, her eyelashes fluttering in pleasure when he used his other hand to pinch her clit between his thumb and index.

byleth’s toes curled while she squirmed underneath her lover, her gasp coming out playfully scandalized as dedue toyed around with her little clit, the calloused skin of his thumb rubbing against the nub and sending a pleasurable burn throughout her body. she lifted her hands to weakly grasp at the man’s wrists while she threw her head back against the pillows, her toned abdomen clenching as dedue continued to play around with her.

“i know, dear.” he crooned softly when his lover cried out from beneath him, the pads of his long fingers mercilessly dragging across that little bundle of nerves that hid itself inside her gushing entrance. byleth was so unbelievably wet that whenever dedue pumped his fingers inside, more of her sweet, intoxicating slick would drip out of her and onto the sheets, nearly causing dedue to fall into a frenzy.

“you’re being such a good, quiet girl tonight.” dedue hummed a short duscur lullaby as he slipped his fingers out from byleth’s entrance one by one, pleased to see how shiny with slick they were. he carefully pried her hands away from his wrists and kissed her flushed cheek, humming again in satisfaction when byleth obediently opened her mouth to his fingers, her tongue immediately lapping up the slick that dripped from them.

the sight of byleth’s pretty, swollen mouth wrapped around his fingers gave dedue the sudden urge to wrap his hand around her throat, but he quelled it by kissing the tip of her nose, grinning as she blinked and wiggled it while she scratched her teeth along the underside of the man’s fingers, her own hands blindly reaching out to grab the hem of his undergarment.

byleth quietly gasped in a breath when dedue pulled his fingers from her mouth and she immediately tried to tug at his underwear, her teeth excitedly chewing at her lip.

“i want it in me, i want it in me.” she mewled over and over again until she was able to free her lover’s cock from it’s confinements, and she sighed happily when dedue immediately wrapped his fingers around the base and rubbed the tip against her neglected clit, the one action causing every nerve in her body to light up in pleasure. “mm.. dedue, please..” she murmured under her breath, her arms coming up to hook under her knees to keep her legs spread apart for her lover.

“o-oh!” she gasped all of a sudden when dedue gently slapped the head of his cock against her clit a few times, her body jolting in surprise at the sensation while she bit her lip when the pleasurable weight of his hand pressed down against her stomach. her eyelashes fluttered as he shallowly thrust his cock against her puffy cunt. “dedue.” she whined.

“say please.” he chided softly, and dragged his thumb along the shaft of his cock, his hips tilting back slightly to brush the tip against her entrance.

“please.” she grumbled.

“good girl.” dedue smiled mischievously as he teased byleth’s little entrance with the head of his cock. the girth was big, and his tip was leaking pre-cum.

byleth was practically drooling at the thought of getting thoroughly fucked, and she bit her lip in anticipation as dedue carefully nudged the head inside, the delicious stretch of her entrance causing byleth to shudder in pleasure.

“more, please.” she mewled happily, her tongue making another appearance to lick at her lips. without warning, dedue let his cock slip out from byleth’s entrance, only to tease her again by dipping the head of his cock in then pull it out. “a-ah! yes!” she squealed loudly for the birds to hear, and with a chuckle, dedue lazily thrust his hips to meet with hers.

byleth was waiting so long for this moment that when it happened, her tongue poked out from her mouth and her eyes, half lidded, went cross with pleasure.

unable to feel her fingers, byleth let go of her knees, causing her thighs to close around the hand that was pressing against her stomach, “give it to me.” she whimpered, her body squirming when dedue brushed his thumb against her belly button as a loving gesture, “please.”

and how could dedue say no to that?

the chuckle that escaped his chest was full of adoration, and he kindly obliged to the request of his lover, his palm flat against her stomach while his other hand forced byleth’s thighs back against her chest, his hips rocking slowly at first to ease her into the stretch.

byleth licked her lips happily when dedue slid his hand lower down her stomach to let her watch how his cock was sliding in and out of her, the bulge of his cock through her stomach making her giggle despite her eyes rolling slightly when he gave a particularly hard push of his hips. “yes!” she gasped, back arching as she grabbed onto dedue’s forearms, with him moving to hold her by the elbows.

he used her arms for leverage, pulling her down onto his cock when his hips would snap up, the force causing her body to slide up the bed.

dedue’s thrusts were relentless once he had a rhythm going, and each slap would push the breath out of byleth’s lungs, her voice coming out as a pleasured cry or a heaving gasp whenever air was able to reenter her body. sweat was dripping from her temples already, and her hair stuck to her face and neck as dedue used her body for both their pleasure, a lazy growl crawling out from his throat.

“i know, darling.” he managed to whisper out when he made eye contact with byleth, her eyes slightly misty with unshed tears as he continued to pummel into her, “it feels good, right, dear?” he murmured lovingly and moved a hand to cup her jaw in his palm, his eyelashes slightly fluttering as her walls spasmed around his cock, the head rubbing against her bundle of nerves as he ground his hips against her.

he kissed her nose when he received a nod and a sniffle in response, his small laugh fond as he caressed her sweaty cheekbone with his thumb, kissing her swollen lips while slowing down the pace of his hips to let byleth catch her breath, “you’ve been so good, sweetheart.” he murmured against her skin while his hands trailed down her sides, his calloused fingertips tickling the skin he made contact with. byleth could only giggle weakly, her mind muddled up enough for dedue to grab ahold of her hips and pull her up so that she was seated in his lap, his body upright to keep her stable.

“now you can go and get your treat, darling.”

and without further instructions, the young woman began to circle her hips with a pleased sigh, finally being able to savour the feeling of being full of dedue’s cock. “thank you.” she sighed dreamily as she lifted her hips, only to quickly sink back down to stuff herself full again.

“dedue.” she moaned weakly and wrapped her arms around dedue’s neck to keep her from falling off his lap as she picked up the pace, her breaths coming out in quick puffs by his ear, “i want your come.” she mewled, her hips rocking in a fluid motion as she began lapping at the sweat that was dripping down his jaw, “i wanna be full of your come.” she begged.

“okay.” he cooed into her ear with a tired grin, dragging his hands down her body again to hold her hips, “you’ve gotta earn it yourself, my sweet dear.” he teased, bellowing out a soft laugh when the only response he got was a warning nip to the shell of his ear.

“i’ll make you swollen with my children.” he coaxed gently, the tone he used normally only heard when he’s making a promise. “i’ll come as much as you want.” he pushed further, chuckling breathlessly once byleth’s hips began to pick up speed, “you’re almost there, sweetpea.” he reassured her by squeezing the soft flesh of her hips, his head tilting back in pleasure when she rocked down onto his cock, his lips curving into a tender smile.

“oh, goddess,” byleth gasped helplessly as she gripped onto dedue’s shoulders, her thighs shaking in exhaustion. the burn was close to becoming too much, and she called out dedue’s name through a sob as her nails dug into his slick, tan skin, begging for him to take over for her as the sensation of pleasure was turning her brain into mush. the thought of conceiving children through such a filthy act like this was enough to send tingles down her spine. it was so absolutely sinful, and here dedue was, calling her cute nicknames that would normally have her flustered. “please.”

“that’s it.” he hummed low in the back of his throat and dug his fingers into byleth’s hips once again, using the grip he had on her to circle and rock her hips against his lap. he began to force her body up then let her sink back down until he was buried to the hilt inside of her again with what was left of the strength in dedue’s arms. byleth was blubbering at this point, as tears obstructed her vision. the heating coil in her stomach burned, and she was only able to clutch at dedue as he controlled her hips.

“give it to me.” she begged with a voice that was barely above a whisper; her throat sore from the multiple times she wasn’t able to catch her breath.

“yes, yes, yes!” byleth squealed in delight once dedue adjusted their position so that he was resting back on his haunches, and began to thrust his hips up to meet with hers to chase their orgasms together. “oh, dedue.” she arched her back once her toes started tingling, “fuck me, please – harder, harder –” she cried out desperately, her fingernails scratching at tan skin as her lover continued to take the breath away from her lungs.

the coil in dedue’s stomach tightened as byleth’s walls clenched uncontrollably, and it only spurred him on more. he craned his neck slightly to capture her lips in a kiss as he groaned, his teeth sinking into the plush cushion of her lip. the archbishop could only hum contentedly against his mouth, but her head was getting lightheaded with how much electricity was coursing through her veins. the easy slide of dedue’s cock going in and out of her was only causing more of her slick to gush out, and all she was able to do was continue to take the abuse being given to her hole, the thrusts becoming more rushed and sloppy as dedue seemed to be reaching his limit.

“mff – !” she gasped in surprise when heavy spurts of come began to coat the inside of her walls, and her eyes began to roll to the back of her head when dedue’s thrusts began to slow, but they pushed into her deeper than before. her pleased squeaks of pleasure were muffled by dedue’s mouth as he continued to bury his come deeper inside of her, and she giggled weakly, her fingers digging into his chest as he chose not to pull out.

“dedue..” she sighed, happy, and ground her hips back onto his cock to get him to growl, “so big..” she murmured against his lips while going back to wrapping her arms around his neck. she bumped her nose against dedue’s as she regained her breath, dedue’s thumbs lazily stroking her hips while she kept a steady pace at grinding down onto his length, her throat buzzing when she let out a purr.

when dedue shifted their positions so that he was sitting comfortably on the bed with byleth still in his lap, he began to press soft kisses along the expanse of her throat to calm himself from his own orgasm. “don’t pull out yet.” she sang and curled her legs around dedue’s hips to prevent him from pushing her off of his lap. “i want to stay like this forever.” she pouted to herself, but giggled when dedue gave a teasing nip to her throat. “just you, me, and your fat cock stuffed inside my little hole.”

dedue decided to scold her then, “that’s some vulgar language you’re using there, my lady.” and he gave a delicious slap to the side of byleth’s thigh to punish her.

“says the man who’s still pumping me full with his come.” she poked her tongue out to which dedue bit into her collarbone, chuckling.

“says the woman who was begging for it.” he fought back and tightened his fingers around byleth’s hips once again, lazily circling her body onto his cock again as the burn in his stomach reignited once more, his grin devilish as he watched byleth bite her lip and flutter her eyelashes at him. “you’re not done yet, hon?”

“i already told you i was planning on making you pregnant with my children.” he grunted once byleth began to cooperate with him and moved her hips however he wanted her to, “i’m not going to pull out until you’re gushing with my seed.”

byleth could only sigh with joy, her toes curling.

“okay, daddy.”

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