#There is going to be his face indented into a surface soon; cause he's about to slam his head into the hardest surface he can find

[siixkiing]

“PERFECTLY. FINE.”

Yup, totally normal to grit through your teeth. What stress headache? He’s fine, not suffering a mind numbing headache right now.

[danddymaro]

Sticker | Revenant x fem reader

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somewhat cute/ fluff

Touchstarved Rev again cause he needs cuddles. Love the killer Bot

Honestly? I like this one. 

word count :2150

Sticker

Revenant’s concentration slowly fell from the monotonous world that others indulged in and he so happened to inhabit too.

Soon, his attention was cast down to his hand, the upper side of it zeroed in on with a silent, curious peek as he tried to understand what it was that he actually felt.

Usually, the Hammond logo stared back at him, most of the time the permanent mark scratched until it was nothing but a heavy patch of deep, white carvings on metal, frustration evident through the vicious indents.

It’d become a nasty habit of his, to skin his own ‘flesh,’ but he couldn't help it.

He couldn't stand knowing that it was a part of him, that he'd been branded after being forced to such an existence as yet another kick in the face, another reason to punish them all. 

Sometimes he shook in utter spite, and he couldn't help but claw at the insignia, erasing its existence with what he knew, what he was programmed to carry out ; violence and force.

Oftentimes, all he could see was the logo, and if not the logo itself, a heavily scratched patch that also existed on his other arm as well.

But now, now he was faced with the obstruction of something different. 

-Something strange, yet welcoming.

Rather than the sight he'd become accustomed to, a pair of stickers came in view instead, both different. 

 On his left hand was a little Nessy, the stuffed creature somehow holding a knife where its mouth was supposed to be as it sat over a few words that vaguely entertained him every time he bothered to look down at them, 

'Peace was never an option,' it read and as his glowing orbs skimmed over the words again, he let out a low sound that was of content, maybe even amusement.

On his other hand, a little heart was placed at the center of the letter, almost making it impossible to see past it. It was a bubble-like illustration with no sharp ends, and he thought back to when it'd been plastered on him.  

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(f/n) watched him pick at the surface, his claws raking down with a sound that made her grimace as she sat beside him, much more when she'd never been particularly fond of such grating noises.

"Are you itchy?" she then asked, suddenly speaking up with curiosity. Instantly, he snarled at her, ready to deliver a rather snide remark when he looked down at her to find compete sincerity in her gaze, the woman genuinely curious as to whether or not he was itching. Somewhere within the look there was a touch of concern, and it only added to the harmless nature she then showed him.

And it gave him a sense of calm from his previously festering annoyance.

A little disgruntled grunt almost left him before he decided to spit out a single word instead, 

"-No," he said flatly, opting to a rather tame response, and she seemed to slowly understand, going as far as to nod too. 

He watched her face slowly be influenced by comprehension, and if there was anything he’d learned about her, it was that she was rather perceptive.

You didn’t need to say much around her, which was problobly the reason why he didn’t mind her presence.

She was quick to catch on.

Her eyes then caught sight of the logo, and it's been no secret that he held animosity towards Hammond. 

His story was one she'd remember because it'd struck her at the softest cord of her heart, and it always made her less inclined to take his tarty nature to heart.

Because she knew she’d be bitter too if life had screwed her over so bad.

There was a tame silence between the two, and surrounding them was the idle chatter that came from those around them, the familiar voices melting into one before they fell terribly unimportant, at least for her as she focused on the little pitter patter of her heart, and a faint scraping that ensued right after the simulacrum had answered her.

‘I think I get it,’ she told herself.

Calmly, (f/n) then reached for one of his hands, and it made him immediately recoil, something she stood stunned at, her (e/c) colored eyes peeled wide in surprise as she froze.

she was still in the position to take a told of his hand before she slowly eased back, her body language one translated harmlessness and slow retreat out of consideration more than fear.

“Oh,” she breathed, "Did I startle you?" she asked in an almost hushed voice, and she actually seemed amused at the thought with how much mirth touched her tone, and with how much her eyes seemed to twinkle, something he let out a frustrated grunt at. 

Startle him?

Yes...perhaps...but no too.

"Didn't anyone teach you any manners little girl?" he asked lowly, and (f/n) grimaced, "Yikes," she chuckled in a harsh whisper, showing off a face of remorse, though he wasn’t sure he believed it. 

-And he wondered if she was just testing the waters with him.

"you're right," she hummed out while lightly shaking her head, " that was rude of me, wasn't it?" she mused out loud. 

'he choses now to have a thing about personal space,' she inwardly droned, having noticed that he was one to ignore the courtesy when it came to anyone else.

And it was always done as a way to get under people’s skin because he liked getting reactions. Troubling people was his game.

If she could count the times he’d lingered over her or even shoved her out of the way out of only one game with him, she’d be out of fingers.

‘You haven’t killed me yet,’ she inwardly said, making them something close to friends.

‘And I actually like you,’ she added, being drawn to him.

“ I just thought we were that close,” she mused aloud, and there was a pout she presented him that left him annoyed in the most pleasant way he couldn’t fathom.

How could something be so bothersome, yet, let him welcome it all the same?

At his silence, she then huffed, “Now,” she started,  “May I?” she then asked, and the way she looked at him was beckoning, pulling him in as she put out her hand for him, suspended in wait, asking him for the permission she hadn't asked for before.

It was up to him, and she seemed like she’d wait all day for him to take the offer, and during his strange moment of consideration that shouldn’t have even existed, the hand that was closest to her moved slowly, with hesitance. Meanwhile, his extended claws curled down as he tried to make his limb look much more docile.

It felt strange to lay his hand over her palm, especially with how much bigger his was. 

And he felt even stranger with how anxious he felt when she brought up the hand close to her lips.

For just a second, she looked up at him through pretty, curled lashes, making his chassis grow strangely warm like there was something in there that was being heated by the woman.

The act itself was enough to make him feel strange, but there was something about her eyes that pushed him further into the unknown territory.

 A soft breath chased away the little shaved bits on his hand before she ran her thumb over the spot, the graze of the pad awfully soft and incredibly warm.

He looked at her with interest, curious as to what she was doing, but not asking questions, instead letting her do as she pleased. 

- Besides it wasn't like he let himself be touched so intimately. 

it'd been so long that he'd been even grazed with such kindness, and he had nothing to say, shamefully feeling a bit of him willing to fight anyone that took her attention from him.

"I've noticed how much you scratch at your hands," she voiced, her eyes looking down at the freshly picked off paint. 

“That’s why I asked you that earlier...about being itchy, “ she explained. “ I don’t know too much about your anatomy...” she said with a small huff, growing a bit embarrassed towards the end, because there had been another curiosity she’d recently had, but could never be so bold to question.

“-But I've wondered, “ she admitted with a small giggle, a quiet one that was endearing and sweet.

She then stuck something on the first hand before she let it go after a little press by her thumb. Soon after she went for the second, repeating the process before she looked up at him with a cheeky smile that closed her eyes, and he couldn't remember the last time he had anyone actually beam up at him.

 “Now, you make sure to take care of them,” she lightly warned, not really seeming to threat him in spite of the words, “I'll be watching you,” she added, the words more playful that serious.

His response would have been a click of the tongue if he had one, but instead, a little fizzle left his voice box and she snickered as a retort.

 “Anyways,” she then started, "- Good luck out there," she said before she drew back, deciding to go back to her friend who’s mystical blue orbs shone brightly as she returned. 

-And before she left, she said something else that stayed with Rev,

“- fingers crossed that we end up together.” 

 Seer smiled at the woman, an amused grin stretching his lips, even as Loba's own gaze was darkened as she backed off with a low mutter of something bitter that was brushed to the side by (f/n).

Unconcerned, (f/n) stood beside Edolasim, happy in his presence, yet, peeking at the other male from time to time, the curious glances something that made Revenant stand straighter, taller, like a peacock in a preening state that begged for her attention.

It’d been to his disappointment when her banner was missing from his group’s, instead sitting between two other Legends that welcomed her on the lowering platform, and while she seemed engaged in the chatter, her eyes had strayed back to him for just a moment.

Throughout, he did his best to find her, only to be left disappointed again, making him assume she’d already been eliminated.

- Maybe that's what lead to him winning. 

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- “I'll be watching you.”

Maybe it was that need to have her see him that had him making a spectacle, that had him aiming for a championship when normally, it was never a goal of his. 

Championships are meaningless, but when it meant her eyes would be on him, when it meant she'd praise him, it became his objective. 

Afterward. when she congratulated him, he let out not a word of appreciation, yet felt as though he'd won the true prize. 

And that little giggle she made as she called his new look 'cute,' had him feeling flustered, refusing to react upon her charm, doing everything in his power to act like he could care less when in reality it meant everything to him. 

“- I’m going to get something to eat, you wanna come?” she then asked, looking up at him with expectancy, to which he sighed at, his right arm moving to signal her to move and lead the way. 

He couldn't eat, but he’d join her. 

“You have such a way with words,” she said with a little bemused smile, and he didn't hold back the chuckle she’d forced out of him.

-Such a strange little skinsuit, so endearing in her nature, so lovely while smiling at death.

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As he fell to bits and pieces, he continued to looked over at the little sticker that had clung to him throughout the match, and he thought of what a shame it was for it to now come to an end. 

His old body would be delivered to him after the match, stuffed inside a coffin while he was transferred to another vessel, the rules for him being different that for everyone else. 

He often dug through his remains, fishing for salvageable parts, anything that was in a good enough shape to keep around as spares. 

This time he’d fish for them instead, and everything else could lay to rust.

He was sure the adhesive would wear off as he peeled it off his former parts, but even then he could still save them, stick them somewhere, pressing them in a place where they'd be safe because he liked looking at them. 

he liked being reminded of you, of how much mercy you showed when you touched him, and how good it felt to have you praise him. 

He liked remembering the sound of your voice, the playfulness you presented him with and weren’t afraid to act with when with him.

Would you forgive him for being so careless, for laying to waste?

Were you watching him still? Were you disappointed, or would you smile again, and understand that he’d actually tried his best for you.

He wondered ; 

Would you hold his hands again? stick more little stickers on him with that smile that was too sweet to not become addicted to -

He sure hoped you did.

[goldencherryhazz]

Work from home

A/N: first smut piece, let me know your thoughts, pls don’t copy my work, feedback and notes would be much appreciated!probably some mistakes 🤍

daddy!harry x sub!reader

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, oral, spanking, fluff. Pure filth basically.

WC: 3k

Harry hated leaving y/n, just so that he could endure countless meetings on zoom with his team, producers and whatnot when he could be spending time with his girl, after having to spending so long away from each other whilst he was on tour, but he knew it had to be done due to the ongoing pandemic, and the world basically coming to a halt. He loved his job and his fans, so he was going to do anything he could remotely, to try and bring some normalcy to this whirlwind.

Now Harry was a hard working man, and once he was in the zone, he didn’t liked to be interrupted until he was finished. He had left a kiss to her head when he left to go to his office a mere 2 hours ago which made her stir from her slumber. She wanted more, and had fallen back to sleep with the thought of being stuffed with his cock, leaving her to wake up again with the feeling of emptiness and need.

She tried to snap out of it, but doing that didn’t stop her from falling into subspace, she genuinely tried to get herself off, to satisfy herself, she started by lifting he shirt up, hissing as the chilly air came into contact with her nipples, hardening them, she pinched each one, twiddling them between her forefinger and thumb, before venturing lower down her stomach, tracing her hands over it until she touched the band of her sleep shorts, she wasted no time it taking them off and flinging them over the side of the bed, she then touched over her damp pussy, starting to rub light circles onto her clit, getting even wetter at the thought of Harry teasing her little cunt then fucking her into oblivion, she then teased two fingers over her entrance before pushing them in and curving them so that they hit her sweet spot, pushing them in and out, but getting no closer to cumming, she eventually gave up after about 5 minutes, and then made a decision, which led her to where she is now...

Stood outside Harry’s office, clad in one of her best sets of lingerie, that she knew Harry loved, as a lure to try and convince him, she took in a nervous breath, she hoped that he wouldn’t decline her, she couldn’t wait any longer. Y/n was willing to do anything in order to be able to have Harry make her cum, she just wanted the tingling sensation in he clit to be dealt with.

She knocked twice, opening the door as soon as she heard a gruff ‘come in` , she took two steps into the room, shutting the door behind her, before waiting patiently for Harry to stop typing and look up at her.

‘What the fuck are you wearing darling` he uttered already knowing the already obvious answer.

She took in the way he looked her up and down, almost hungrily, he was trying not to just give in to her which was quite impossible most of the time, he could feel his cock stirring in the loose fabric of his sweats, but he knew that she knew that he didn’t like to be disturbed whilst he was working, if she wanted him that badly, he was going to make her work for it.

‘Really need you daddy' she said without hesitation.

‘Aww baby, you feeling subby today` he cooed.

‘Yeah, tried to make myself cum, but I knew it wouldn’t be the same as you, my clits tingling daddy’

‘Well unfortunately for you daddy’s working, how bad do you need me baby, tell me’ he questioned, resting his head on the palm of his hand.

‘Need you to fuck me daddy, need to feel you inside me, I want you to choke me, be a little rough with me, I’m just feeling really empty` she choked out, her eyes glazing over in frustration.

The sudden sound of an incoming zoom call made its way through the room, he looked at her dead in the eyes ‘I’ve got an idea baby, how about you get yourself off on the corner of my desk, you’ve got to be quiet though, don’t want anyone to knowing what my naughty girls doing, and no cumming, you understand baby?’

‘Yes daddy` she said, walking over to his desk, her knees slightly weak.

He answered the call, greeted his team, trying not to get distracted by y/n as she hovered over the corner of his desk, before bending her knees slightly, her clothed clit coming into contact with the cold surface of the wood, making her hiss quietly, she braced both of her hands on the desk, before starting to slide her pussy back and forth, creating a delicious friction that she couldn’t get enough of.

Harry managed to focus on the meeting for the majority of it, flicking his eyes back to her every so often, watching as she traced he dainty fingers over her bare tummy, toying with her breast, he could feel himself getting harder and harder under his desk, to the point where he could feel his cock throbbing, y/n had managed to get through the call without making too much noise, only received a few warning glares when she moaned a little to loudly when she could feel herself on the brink of a release, knowing that she couldn’t cum, it was torture basically, the mixture of friction, Harry’s voice and knowing that he would probably he rock hard by now, but she knew that it would be worth it if she kept it up for a bit longer.

A little while later Harry was uttering goodbye’s to his team, sighing in relief as he practically slammed his computer shut, y/n was lost in pleasure , soo much that she hadn’t taken any notice that Harry had finished his call. He palmed himself to try and releave some of the building pressure in his cock, he knew that he would give into her eventually, but he was going to mess with her a little more before that.

‘Baby, come over here` she obeying like a little puppy, instantly walking towards him, becoming giddy at the thought that she might finally be getting what she wanted, more like needed.

Harry patted his thighs, signaling for her to straddle him, he could see that her panties were practically soaked through as she sat directly on his cock, making him hiss, she placed her hands on his shoulders, before Harry placed his hand on the back of her head, bringing her in for a hungry kiss, teeth clashing, thier tongues dancing with each other, the desperation making them both impossibly hornier.

Harry broke away from this kiss first, both of them gasping for air, she ran her thumb over the smooth skin of his jawline, his ringless fingers grasping at her hips.

‘Are you going to fuck me now daddy` she says out of the blue, really wanting the ache in her pussy to be dealt with.

Oh darling, didn’t think I forgot that you interrupted me whilst I was working did you, moaning whilst I was talking to my team, my friends, they could have heard you, ya know, you know daddy doesn’t like to share, dont you baby, think I need to teach you a lesson first.’

‘But I was a good girl daddy` she whimpered

‘Yes you were, still doesn’t excuse you from interrupting me though.’

She huffed ‘no baby, don’t get all huffy and puffy with me, you decided to walk into my office in your bra and panties whilst I was working, could’ve waited you know, and if you did I would be fucking you right now, but we’re here, so baby, how about you get my rings out and put them on for me, think someone deserves a spanking.

She slowly turned in his lap, reaching into the second draw in his desk to retrieve his rings, shakily placing them on thier own designated finger.

‘How many spanks do you think you should get today doll’

‘4’ she said hopefully.

‘Only four baby, best make it five then, an extra one for good look, ey.’

She rolled her eyes which Harry caught, ‘I can make it 6 if you want baby` he said gripping her chin lightly.

‘No, I’m sorry daddy’ she whimpered

‘You better be, you’re lucky that I’m even considering letting you have my cock today’

Y/n knew she had to tred carefully now, so she stood up and faced away from him, before bending over his desk, bracing herself, and willing to take whatever Harry had to offer. She secretly loved when Harry spanked her, the feeling of his hand crashing down onto her ass, his cold rings making little indents on her skin, the dominance he had over her as he marked her, she loved it and Harry did too.

Harry had stood up at this point ‘are you ready doll, want you to count each one for me.

‘Okay dad-fuck, daddy’ she squealed in surprise as his hand came crashing down, the sound of the slap reverberating through the room, his hand running over the supple flesh.

‘One’ she whimpered

*slap*

‘Two’

*slap*

‘Three’

‘Doing so good baby, only a couple more’ he smirked loving the control he had over her.

*slap*

‘Four’

*slap*

‘Five’ she cried, small tears in her eyes from the intensity, Harry marvelled over his work, as he could see what looked like two red handprints over both her ass cheeks, he smoothed over the skin lightly not wanting to cause her any more pain.

‘You okay baby’ he asked, wanting to make sure he hadn’t actually hurt her, they had already made a safe word, but he would never forgive himself if he hurt his girl.

‘Yeah, I’m okay daddy’ she sniffled slightly.

‘Think you deserve my cock now baby, took that soo well, such a good little slut for daddy aren’t you, went through all of that, just so you could get my cock.’

‘Oh I’d do anything for your cock daddy’ she says making him go wild, he instantly gripped her shoulder, making her stand up straight, before turning he around to bring her in for another heated kiss. ‘Jump’ he muttered between kisses, to which she obliged, wrapping her legs round his waist and her arms rounds his neck, practically like a koala bear.

He slowly back up to the desk again carefully laying her down not breaking the kiss, y/n being quiet relieved as the cool wood soothed her sore ass, Harry pressed himself into her, wanting to feel every inch of her body, she could also feel his hard cock dig into the side of her thigh.

She starts tugging at the end of his t-shirt, hinting for him to take his clothes off in which he happily obeyed, he had opted for no boxers today making the process even quicker, she saw the way his thick length sprang into his bare belly once he had taken his t-shirt and sweats off, throwing them not caring where they landed, the sight made her mouth water, she could see the large head of his cock was a shade of angry red leaking pre-cum, and the large protruding purple vein on the underside of his cock, which she couldn’t wait to feel against her walls.

Harry then wastes no time in ripping her underwear off of her, her juices now coating the inside of her thighs, she looked delicious and Harry could resist having a taste, so he dipped his head down, holding her legs apart, licking a large stripe through her folds which made her buck her hips up into his mouth.

‘Holy fuck’ she moaned, her clit being a little sensitive, but she honestly didn’t care right now.

He continued swirling his tounge around her pussy, dipping into he weepy hole occasionally, making her squirm in his grip, he couldn’t get enough of her sweet taste, he could stay between her legs all day if he could.

‘Feels so good daddy, but I really want your cock’ she whimpered.

‘Yeah, you want my cock baby, you can have my cock’ he finishes with a kiss to her clit, before trailing sloppy kisses up her belly towards the valley of her breasts, reaching one hand beneath her to unhook her bra, in which she arched he back slightly, helping him remove the lacy fabric, once she was completely bare beneath him, he takes one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tounge around the pebbled nub, doing the same to the other. He eventually made his way back to her lips, after leaving multiple hickeys on her collar bones and neck, marking her as his ‘you’re so beautiful darling’

He put his hand on either side of her head, her hands roaming over his beautifully inked arms, tracing over certain tattoos, making a shiver run up his spine, loving the gentleness of her fingers, ‘m’gonna fuck you now baby’ he says lining his cock up with her entrance ‘please, daddy’ she begs, he finally slips into her in one long thrust, making her arch her back and her eyes roll into the back of her head ‘Daddy Fuck..holy shit, you’re so big’ she cried feeling her walls stretch around his cock.

Harry also a groaning mess ‘so tight for me, s’like you were made for me’

He regains his composure before pulling almost all the way out and thrusting sharply into her cunt, starting to set a steady rhythm ‘not gonna last long doll’, her legs wrap around his waist, wanted him to be as close as possible, her hands find home on his back, her grip starting to make tiny red scratches, which he would later be reminded of when he took a shower.

Harry was now fucking her hard and deep, hitting her sweet spot with every thrust, the only sound in the room was skin hitting skin, the squelching sound of he pussy as he fucked her, breathy moans, and the occasional ‘daddy fuck yes’. He felt like he could burst with how good he felt, her warm, wet walls completely engulfing him, ‘who does this cunt belong to pet.’

‘You daddy, it’s all yours’ she breathes out, making him moan into her mouth as he kissed her plushy lips, her stomach flipping at the admittance.

‘Fuck baby gonna make me cum, you close, want you to cum with me’ she threw her head back at a particularly deep thrust, the pleasure becoming overwhelming ‘no baby’ he said gripping her chin, making her look at him again ‘want you to look at me when you fall apart, can you don’t that for me’

‘Yes daddy, m’so close, I’m gonna cum round your cock, so hard’ she whimpered

‘Oh baby, fuck’ her words making hit topple over the edge, his thrusts turning sloppy, ‘I’m cumming, cum with me pet. At this command her limbs turned limp, her head spinning, toes curling, screaming ‘daddy’ like it was the only word she knew, she didn’t think she had cum that hard in her life, Harry painting her walls, his release starting to leak out of her weepy hole, he eventually collapsed on top of her, still maintaining eye contact with her, trying to hold his weight up with his hand, so that he wouldn’t squash her. Harry hadn’t stopped thrusting into her to merely ride out thier highs, basking in both of thier releases, her cunt fluttering round his cock, milking it dry, he rested his head on hers, kissing her softly.

She tried pushing him away after a while when here muscles started spasming, in which he instantly stilled inside her, not wanting her to black out or anything. ‘You good baby, did soo well for me’

‘Don’t think I’ve cum that hard in my life’ she whispered hoarsely, her voice sore from screaming.

‘came hard too baby, can’t get enough of your cunt, m’gonna pull out now, hold my hand might sting a little’

She gripped into his hand, he slowly slipped out of her making her whimper at the loss of contact, starting on feel his cum drip down her thighs, Harry groaning at the sight, ‘looks so pretty with my cum dripping out of you’ he said leaving a soft kiss to her clit ‘can you stand baby’

‘cant feel my legs H’ she smirked knowing that this was fuelling his ego, a lazy smile spreading over her face, slowly starting to slip out of her subspace

He chuckled with her, ‘well I was thinkin’, how about we get cleaned up and take a nice hot bath, and then we can put a film on and cuddle.’

‘Mhmmm’ she hummed ‘that’s sounds perfect’

‘Wait, do you still have meetings’

‘No baby, that was the last one’ he smiled

‘Yayyyy’ she cheered her head still slightly fuzzy

He reached his hands out for her to grab so that she could sit up, hissing as all of her weight went onto her still very sore bum, that she would be reminded about for days to come.

‘We’ll get you an ice- pack as well darling’ he smirked

She managed to stand up on very shaky legs, falling into his bare chest, his arms wrapping round her so that she wouldn’t fall, kissing the top of her head ‘are you going to interrupt me whilst I’m working again baby’

‘Oh definitely daddy’ she whispered into his warm chest!

[tparker48]

Request for Preyslavee

Today Tyler's folks were out of town as they called him to watch the house. He would be sitting in the living watching a little bit of TV as he enjoyed his snacks.

"So this what its like to be an to run the house. Sure im small, but at least the folks trust me to look after it. Don't have work breathing down my neck, got the tv, and more importantly, i got the house all to myself" Tyler said stretching his body before slouching onto the couch. "Ah, nothing can stop it from where im sitting" as he watched the television, a shadow appeared above him as giant ass hovered above. Before he could react, it soon hurtled towards as his vision was covered my mounds of muscle. He was able to shout on the inside. But on the outside, nothing but the softened muffle was the only thing to signal where he was underneath.

"Surprise squirt! Didn't expect to see my little brother here"

"Grgh! Daniel?! What are you doing here?"

"What's it look like im doing? Watching the house to keep it safe. And it looks like i caught a slacker" he felt Tyler push against his cheeks as he felt his little limbs sink into him. He then tauntly rocked his ass ontop before getting up. "Heh, you're punier than i remember. You sure you didn't get smaller".

"Peh!And i see you still have rank smell" Tyler said as ge spat to the side. "Nah! I gotta change clothes now!" Tyler hopped off the couch as he walked along the carpet. Doing his vest to ignore his older brother as his smug face towered over him.

"Aww, don't like the smell. I think it suits you well squirt".

"Shut your face!"

"Ah i remember way back when we was younger. The fun you and i used to have, boy were those the good times" Daniel following behind him. Purposefully moving his feet closer as he nudged into Tyler's back with his toes.

"Those were not good times! Half the time we spent was almost against some parts of your body"

"Ah that you were. Still remember swim day at the beach. Ahaha! Seeing ya squirming my shorts was the best feeling after that swim. Still remember exactly where your outline was. Riight there underneath my c-"

"Gyaah! Do not even bring that one up" Tyler shivered. "Can't even sleep on pillow without thinking THAT. Im heading to my room, you can have the front and-" A foot would land in his paths as bumped into the side. Following back as it lead to Daniel.

"Ah ah ah, i wanna spend some quality time with my wittle brother. Its been almost 6 months since the last time we hanged out together. Come here you!"

"Hey hey! What are you-grgh!" a firm hand gripped around Tyler as he was lifted upward. He tried struggling to get free, but the pressure wouldn't let up. "Let me..go!"

"Not before you meet your old friend mister belly" with the hand holding tyler, he lifted his shirt as his slight pudgy belly wobbled out from underneath. He soon brought his gripped hand closer as he splayed it across his belly button. With Tyler being in the center as the surface jiggled. "Go on, say hello".

Tyler could barely move as the hand held him into the squishy surface of the belly. The. Sounds of churns lingered and ranged through his ears as the sound of his brother's voice even echoed inside. As the gurgles went into a more deeper tone, he staryed to push against it as the belly morphed around him. But the hand behind didn't move. "Nrrgh! Get..off me!"

"Aw you're so mean to mean mr. Belly, he's your old friend afterall. Say...why don't you pay to pay him a visit".

"What?! No!"

"Yeah, that sound like a great idea" Daniel started to lift Tyler above him as he gaped his mouth open. Sprawling his tongue out in the process as drool dripped partially from.

"No no no! Stop!"

"Heh" as he let go, Daniel watch as Tyler vanished passed his nose before feeling his body slide along his tongue. As felt pressure further inside as slowly start to close it.

Tyler soon saw the light of the hallway begin to darken as he tried to climb back up. But the large tongue would keep him from making progress as it waved underneath. "Ah ah" a taunting tone echoed inside the mouth. Before the lips sealed and left him in the dark. "No!" He yelled before everything around him started to shuffle. Though he couldn't see, he felt the tongue underneath begin to twist around him as he felt himself being dragged around the mouth.

On the outside, Daniel would walk around the house as he went back to the living room. Sitting down on the couch as he toyed with his little brother inside his mouth. He moved him with hus tongue to the left cheek as the his brother voice could be heard in the compact flesh. Before disappearing and then reappearing at the other as he rubbed hus tongue up and down as he enjoyed the feeling of Tyler struggling inside. He rubbed him a couple more times side before letting his mouth gape back open. Letting Tyler have a glimmer of hope as he tried crawling his way out.

He managed to get out partially grom his brother's mouth, but only hanged as his shoes rested between daniels teeth. W-what?!".

"Enjoy the ride down squirt" Daniel flicked his head upward as he tossed Tyler into the air. As he came back down, Daniel would be eying him with his mouth open wide as Tyler plopped inside. Closing it back up, he tilted his head further back as he felt a slight bulge at the back of his neck. The sensation of kicks lingering at the end of his tongue as it slid into the tube.

"Daniel no!"

**gulp**

As Daniel's throat clenched, a bulge slid down its length as Tyler's voice echoed beyond the surface. Slowly traveling further below before softening as it past his collar bone. On the inside, Tyler could barely see or hear anything but the sounds of clenching muscles surrounded him. Doing his best to move his body to stop his decent, but the muscles didn't respond as they slid Tyler down. As he was squeezed through the sphincter, his body was deposited into Daniels stomach as he landed against the sponge like walls. "Daniel, let me out of here! You know mom and dad said not do this again!"

"They aren't here, which means you get spend good old time with Mr. Belly" Daniel placed both hands along the sides of his belly as he juggled it around. Tyler felt the area come alive and hus balance become unstable as he wobbled from one side of the belly to the other.

"Daniel! Stop it! Im...ooh im dizzy"

"Heh, still get see sick huh? Aw that's shame, cause its gonna be a bumpy ride in there. Oooh, which brings me to tonights dinner. We're having pasta tonight. Or well, heh me"

"You are not having dinner with in here. Im gonna cause you a hell of a belly before you even know what's" Tyler yelled as he pushed against stomach's walls. But only received a push back as he fell over.

"Aha! A belly ache, That's a good one" Daniel started to make his way to down the hall as he made his way to the kitchen as he prepared a meal for the night. Mixing and cooking with the materials he had available, he focused on the sensation going on from within as he heard Tyler yelling at the too of his lungs deep inside his body.

About an hour passed as Tyler slouched against stomach wall. Accompanied the stomach's churns as the sounds of silverware muffled beyond them. "Nah, hiw do i get myself in these types of situations. From being nearly sat on to now being in a lousy brother's belly" Tyler sighed. "Well, at least its empty. And besides, they he couldn't eat that much pasta right?" Movement started to cause the stomach to gurgle before the opening above began to open. A large noodle would seep its way through as it landed onto his lap. As Tyler tries to process it, another piece fell into the stomach as meaty chunks followed it. "Oh no.." Fluid would start to fill the chamber as the scent of lemons mixed with the must. "Stop eating! There's no room. Daniel!"

With the prepared meal, Daniel would be sitting on the couch as he forked through the pasta in front of him. Continuing to wolf it down as ye eased it inside with a cold cup of lemonade. "Daniel!" Was the only thing he heard come out from the his growing belly as he felt the food in his join in with the rest of his stomach. He only chuckled to himself as he gave him stomach a firm pat and a rub.

The inside would just about be filled up the brim as food continued to fall inside. Tyler barely staying out of the chewed food as he perched against an indention in the wall. The food starting to climb its way towards the Tyler's safe place as some of the liquid splashed over his. "Please stop filling, please stop filling, please stop filling" he hope as the content reached the edge. Lightly spilling itself into as it slightly rocked. But before the it fill the gap, it stopped as the sphincter above closed back in place.

"I can barely feel you in there Tyler. But i can sure feel that food" Daniel released a loud belch as he gave his stomach a firm pat. "Id give you some, you probably already have a belly full of it hehe" he started to hear Tyler's muffled lingering from inside as he turned the volume on the TV all the way up. "What's that? i can't hear ya over television, you'll have to speak up in there haha. Don't worry, I'll let you tomorrow. Big brother promises".

"Daniel, so help me if you don't get me out of this, you'll be sorry! You hear me?!" Tyler yelled inside, but was only met with the muffled sounds of the television. He gazed at the pile of food spread out below him as he watched the contents wobble inside. The belly firmly clenching around them as they as bits splashed into Tyler's legs. "Ah come on!" Tyler tried his best to rub off the chunks that landed into him, but they would got aways as he resulted to fanning his hands. He soon heard the sounds of snoring as the stomach began to rumble. "Is he...sleeping? Oh no no, you Can't go to sleep! Daniel! Damn it, Daniel wake up!...Gah!" Before Tyler could react, he felt the area flip over as the contents created a wave and crashed into him. He could tell which way was up as he swam around before deciding to follow the stomach's side walls. Eventually he resurfaced, but could finding a footing anywhere. "Peh!....Peh! Daniel....peh! Wake up!"

On the outside, Daniel would be turned on his side as he gave his belly a firm scratch. Feeling the contents inside jiggle underneath as he focused on the churns. "Mmm, now that was some good food. Enjoy your stay in my stomach...Tyler" he mumbled before drifting off.

The next morning:

Daniel would wake up to the sound of the Tv going on as he sluggishly opened his eyes. Turning off the Tv, He stood up to his feet as he scratched his belly. "Man what a night. That pasta last night really hit the spot" as he started to walk forward, he had a hand on his stomach as he walked around the house.

The commotion would catch Tyler attention as feel the belly start to move. "He's awake? He's awake! Daniel!" Tyler yelled standing to his feet. The food he was once swimming in now formes into puddle as he pounded into the walls once more. "Daniel! let me out of here!"

"Hmm, there was something i needed to do from last night. But what was it?"

"It was to get me out Daniel. Daniel?!"

"Hmm..." He went to the kitchen as he searched the fridge. He saw a carton of milk that was half empty as his stomach growled. "That's right!"

"Yes! He's starting to remember. Now i can finally-"

"I forgot to get more milk for my apartment"

"What?!"

"I better get some along the way. Don't want the miss to be breathing down my neck again" Daniel soon started to get dressed as he went for the door.

"No no, Daniel! That wasn't it! That wasn't it!" Tyler pounded at the the fleshy wall for Daniel to hear. But the sounds of the stomach's shifts masked it as Daniel left. Leaving him to endure the constant churns as he awaits for him to remember his promise.

[bakugohoex]

“really, again?”

pairings: atsumu miya x female reader, hajime iwaizumi x female reader and tetsuro kuroo x female reader

cw: aged up, language, nsfw (breeding kink, nipple play, hair pulling, fucking (obvs), slight expeditionist)

word count: 1900+

a/n: i promise, my requests will start being done soon, i know i always promise this, but i had this idea cause i found it funny sorry

summary: in which you find yourself being fucked senseless by your favourite boy, an interruption occurs to you never gaining the release you need

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atsumu miya

“Such a good little cumslut for me.” He groaned into your ear; your day had blurred into this one single moment. How you had come to see Atsumu whilst he was at practice bringing cupcakes you had made at work and here you were in the MSBY changing rooms being fucked onto the lockers.

“Atsumu.” You moaned as his thrusts became quicker and harder. Almost being able to see him indent his lengthy cock in your stomach. “I need to cum.” You moaned into his ear, your legs had been wrapped around his waist, your shirt unbuttoned, and his shirt being chucked to the side.

Maybe a quickie wasn't a good idea, especially with the threat of his team mates coming in at any second. “Come on slut, let me cum with you.” His thrusts continued, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt him grip your ass. You knew you’d be able to see the indent of his nail afterwards, which would make him horny and fuck you again.

“Such a dirty little thing, coming here wearing that for my teammates to see.” He muttered in your ear, leaving breathless kisses along your neck. It felt intoxicating with his hand massaging your nipples that he loved so much, in this short time, Atsumu had already sucked on them and left bites all around your breasts. You could feel your cum coil up inside of you ready to cream all over his cock, but the sound of chatters had gotten louder, and the sight of the door opening had made the situation a lot worse.

“Yeah, i saw Y/n and Atsumu come out of the gy…” Bokuto trailed off seeing how your whole body was practically on show and Atsumu’s cock had been stuffed inside of you. 

Sakusa looked between the two of you shrugging and spoke, “really again?” He had caught you multiple times fucking and had gotten used to it going to his locker and grabbing some wipes and spray to clean the surface. He had kept some not only for his own hygiene but for moments like this. 

“I’m so sorry.” You whisper trying to cover yourself with Atsumu who had stopped thrusting and had a grin on his face. 

Hinata and Bokuto both looked between the two of you, Atsumu’s cock just being out without a care in the world, “if you guys wanted to watch we’d have let you.”

“Atsumu.” You scowl as you try to find your clothes, seeing the discarded bra and shirt, you wear it trying to find the skirt that had been thrown away. 

“Here.” Sakusa wearing gloves had picked up the skirt and passed it to you. You could feel the heat rush to your face, this was embarrassing, it had been fine when Sakusa had seen it because he genuinely didn't care but Bokuto and Hinata were another story. They were like brothers to you and now they had seen you stretched out by Atsumu’s cock how would they ever forget that.

Bokuto was the first to pipe up at Atsumu, “I always thought you were lying about doing it in here.”

“That’s what i was going to say.” Hinata happily remarked, they really did share one brain cell. “I totally thought he was lying; she’d never do it here.”

“That must mean he was lying about doing it in the airport then.” Your eyes widened having remembered having done it in the airport. 

“Atsumu what the fuck?” You scowl at the boy who had composed himself putting his clothes back on. 

He gives a smirk before speak, “I may have told them that we fuck...a lot.”

“Stupid brat, we’re not fucking anymore if you think we do it too much.” You grab your bag having left the cupcakes about to walk away.

Atsumu spoke lowly a fuck even though he knew that in a couple hours you’d be in bed in those pretty laced lingerie he had bought. Waiting for him to fuck your pretty little cunt into you cum moaning his name. 

hajime iwaizumi

Your legs were pushed against your frame, his cock thrusting back and forth as you could feel how your slick dribbled from your cunt. Iwaizumi had just come back from training the national team and he was stressed. Being the amazing girlfriend you are, you’d sit waiting for him in nothing, but a skimpy green lingerie set, at the sight of you he had grabbed your wrists taking you to your bed.

Here you were, in a mating press as you could feel his cock go even deeper inside of you. “Hajime, c...cum please.” A soft moan came from your lips as you felt his body press against your own, every deep thrust making your mind go wild. 

“Come on baby, let me go deeper.” He whispered his mouth on your nipples, sucking and biting at them. His tongue swirled around the tit making a heavy moan come from your mouth. 

It was supposed to be simple, a quickie before he would go shower and then join you on the sofa to cuddle. But the more his cock felt your velvety walls the more he needed more, one more thrust kept going through his head, one more and then he’d let you cum, but it kept occurring. Every thrust increased in pace, before the sound of something was heard behind him.

“Surpr…” The sound of a glass dropping startled both of you, “Iwa-chan.” Oikawa shouted, turning around to not see him take his cock out of you.

“What are you doing here, Shittykawa?” You knew Oikawa was coming back from Argentina for a short visit, you both had even offered your place for him. 

“I caught an early flight.” He muttered and still turned around. You quickly got up wearing a hoodie and trying to find your underwear. Iwaizumi passed it, giving a small scowl at how Oikawa had ruined the moment. “Really, again.”

You were confused at the comment before he continued, “Hinata told me about how you two can’t keep your eyes off of each other, it’s eye fucking in his eyes.” 

“Maybe if you had called before you wouldn't have seen it.” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, putting his clothes back on.

You laugh at the two of them, “don't be mean Hajime, where’s your stuff Oikawa, I'll show you to your room.”

“Always the nice one Y/n-chan.” You laugh as you step over the broken glass, “fix that for us Iwa-chan.”

Oikawa pointed to the glass, you laughed before dragging him away before Hajime threw the boy out of the apartment. “How did you even get inside?”

“The door was unlocked; you should really lock it when you’re fucking.” You shook your head; Iwaizumi had been in such a hurry to take you into the room that he had forgotten to lock it.

You shrugged at least knowing that you had a very big impact on the boy to forget something as trivial as that, “how was your flight?”

“You're going to ask me that when I just saw your boyfriend balls deep inside of you.” He mocked as you pushed his side.

“I’m being nice.” He pouts but it seemed like he was enjoying teasing you. 

“Shut up Oikawa.” You mutter as he drags his bags along.

He laughs before seeing Iwaizumi come beside you having cleaned the glass. He watches how you touch his fingers making sure the boy wasn't hurt and if any glass had scratched him. “You both really are in love.” He almost says it in disgust but with a tone of admiration, it was a love he admired about the two of you, having dated for years now you both were destined to be together. And he knew everybody could see it. 

tetsuro kuroo

The sound of the moans came from inside his office, the way the papers he had been stapling were now discarded on the floor and on his desk were your breasts pushed against the wooden top. His cock deep inside as his hand had wrapped your hair to make a makeshift ponytail for him to pull.

“You didn't expect me to not fuck you.” He toyed, you had only come to ask if he wanted to get lunch, but Kuroo had other ideas, having pushed everything off his desk for you to be pushed against. 

His cock thrusted back and forth, a quickened pace to get you both to cum, “Tets…” You could barely breathe as each jolt brought about a moan and muffles from your mouth.

“Look at you, a mess just for me.” He pulled at your hair, making you look up at the empty chairs in front of his desk. His jacket lay on the floor as you knew his trousers and belt were to the floor. He had seen you in the tight dress that made your breasts spill out and had to ravage you at that moment. “You gonna say something then, whore.”

“Sir, please...let me cum.” You could feel yourself build up the liquid ready to gush right onto his blushed cock. 

“You’ve been a bad little slut, coming in here wearing that.” His thrusts had gotten deeper with every word. You moaned his name loudly, wanting to feel him breed your body till you were filled up with him.

“Hey Kuro…” Kuroo’s eyes had widened, in an instant he let go of your hair, your body pressed against his desk hiding your sore breasts. You saw Kenma having walked in with his game in his hand, he was able to see the curve of your ass and Kuroo’s cock right between your legs. “Really, again?”

Kenma had seen you both sneak off multiple times to fuck in the years he’d known you. He turned around going back to his game without a word. “Kuroo get out of me.”

“What? I can’t finish in you.” He smirked his hand grasping your ass.

“Mood’s ruined.” He took his cock out, feeling your slick drip out from your cunt and off his cock. Finding your clothes, you quickly wore it as Kuroo sorted himself out, “I’ll see you at home.” You went to kiss his cheek, but he moved for you to kiss his lips. His soft plump lips that you had missed so very much, but in again Kenma interrupted the moment.

“Get a room you two.” Kenma had returned his eyes still fixated on the game, he moved further inside as you rolled your eyes going up to the boy. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll see you at home, bye Kenma.” You touched his shoulder as the boy smiled at you before he turned back to his game. He was always a sweet kid, having watched the two of you form a relationship, he was always glad you were the one to have taken Kuroo’s heart. Even if he hated seeing you both want to fuck each other 24/7, it was love, obsessive love, but love.

Kuroo watched you leave, if only you had arrived a couple minus earlier, he would’ve been able to cum right inside of your pretty little cunt. “What are you doing here?” Kuroo spoke, collecting the papers that had flooded the floor.

“You said to meet you here for lunch.” Kuroo had forgotten the invitation to go to lunch with his best friend, you had preoccupied him, and he had become unaware of what was even occurring. “Lunch?” Kenma questioned not caring about the previous events anymore.

“Yeah, yeah come on.” He muttered grabbing his jacket and leading the boy away from the sex swept room. 

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Author's Notes ♡: Here’s my part for the Auction Collab! As usual I love making blasty boy sorta soft (but still rough around the edges) instead of the often use of auctions being on the dark side I made it a bit lighter and not as dark. I hope I did a pretty good job with this and I hope you guys like it as much as I do (✿◠‿◠) ~ bunny ❥

Warnings : NSFW , some praising, also some degradation (sorta just a few words) , size kink if you squint, also slight edging, and a bit of a pussy job

Word count : 1.8k

Paring(s) : CEO!Bakugou Katsuki x F! Reader

Enjoy ♡

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Hearing the gavel hit the pottemum made and the final call of who won [. ] sighed, her eyes wandering to the floor as the disappointed sighs and a final was taken back into a room to get ready to meet who exactly won her ‘ i can't wait for this to be over’ Not having as much as she’d like , [. ] was on the lower side of money, being a cafe girl in a flourishing entrepreneur type of build was hard. She was offered a job as the assistant of the new boss and that hadn’t started yet, still a few weeks away. With that she did her other job as a caged dancer of sorts, but that didn’t mean people couldnt pay a pretty penny to get her. The bidding always made her nervous , she hated who could be clients and she didn’t want to keep letting men get that close to her. Knowing that a very large sum was being placed for her as she headed back she wondered who exactly would have bid so high.

Changing from her display outfit she heard a knock on her door. As expected a pair of men came in , one who she knew from being the bodyguard of whoever was the trophy , the other she guessed was the man who won. With a small smile to the guard and a nod from him he left, leaving the two “Ah yes miss [. ] , I’m come to get you on the behalf of my boss” the man said, bowing to her as her eyes widened at him, confused “So you’re here to just pick me up..?” She asked as the man shook his head , holding a hand to the young woman as he gave her a polite smile “ yes ma’am if you wouldn’t mind following me I’d take you to his property now” he said heading to the door with [. ] as she stopped a final time “well one last thing, what should i call you?” she asked the man as he gave her a soft smile back “Ah you could call me Mr.M”. The man, now named Mr.M said as [ ] gave him a small smile back , taking her put together bag with her , she followed the man out and to a fancy and luxury car. Heading to wherever this mystery man's estate was. Thinking over who exactly had bet and won on her made [ ]’s mind race ‘Was he old? How did he have the money to bid so high? And he has money to just send someone on his behalf? What if this man is him...Oh goodness…..’ Her thoughts were interrupted by the car stopping at a beautiful home, up on a hilltop of the city. Mr.M opened her door and held a hand out to her, helping her out the car and up the stairs to the main door.

“Well miss [ ] , my young master should be in his quarters. I'll leave you two for the night , he’ll ring for me if you guys need anything” With widen eyes [ ] gave him a skeptical look, about to question why he'd leave when she heard a thump from upstairs, being from right above them, signalling that someone was there. “It'll be quite alright, i'll only be a call away” with that Mr. M left , leaving [ ] in her thoughts as she slowly headed to the room her true bidder. Knocking onto the large and more luxurious door she was absolutely shocked by who opened the door “Oi M, did you get-” a bruting , shirtless blonde started to yell as he swung open his bedroom door, facing the shorter girl who was about to knock again. “Heh, well well well...Bet you didn't expect me huh darlin’ “ The rising young and wealthy CEO Katsuki Bakugou faced the now shocked and secretly excited [ ],who was glad it wasn't some old creep but terrified her that her in passing crush was in front of her.

“Mr B-bakugou?” [ ] said as the now large and built man moved towards her, pulling her into his large bedroom “I've been watching you...you were the cutest little thing i could see on my breaks and to know you were struggling for extra cash makes me feel bad sweetheart, you could've just came to me” He whispered as a shiver fell down [ ]’s back.”But sir I could never do that I’m just-“ before she could finish her statement she whimpered as she felt the hot lips of the young boss kiss right behind her ear, chuckling at her reactions to him. The grip of his hand on her waist was becoming tighter as he pulled her to the bed, the two of them falling onto the fluffy surface. “Cmon sweetheart, why don't you make some cute little sounds for me hm?” Bakugou rasped out as [ ] grabbed at his biceps , her nails leaving indents as she tried to hide from his burning gaze. “T-this is embarrassing Bakugou” She whined as the blonde chuckled “Call me by my name baby..” He whispered in her ear as he pushed himself even closer to her. Now chest to chest [ ] couldn't help but have to look up at the vermillion eyes that watched her every move, testing her to try and defy his overpowering stare. Still shaking in excitement and seeing how much she could test his patience, [ ] looked away from him, huffing as she hid her warming face. With that, Bakugou pushed a thick thigh between the sheerness of the dress that [ ] had on , feeling her pool between her legs.

“Hm? This wet and all i did was kiss you, heh you must be smitten with me huh?” Bakugou teased as she tugged at his unkempt hair, causing his smirk to turn into a groan as [ ] gave her own victory smirk “You're a good kisser..” She only said as she crashed their lips back together, keeping the blonde close as their tongues tangled. Feeling a large hand slide its way between her own thighs made [ ] pull away from the heavy kiss she and bakugou was having. Taking the hand from haphazardly around [ ]’s waist , Bakugou put that one under her chin to keep the now slightly trembling girls eyes on his “Look at me baby..ima take good care of you okay?” Bakugou said as [ ] blinked at him, feeling his fingers push harder into her little bud “Y-yes Suki..” She said as he let out a groan , smashing his lips back against hers as his finger slipped past her panties, rubbing her slickness back over the bundle of nerves. Hearing her moan between his lips made him give her mercy, pulling from the next kiss with a smack as he watched his fingers work under the dress she was in “Katsu..this isn’t fair..” [. ] said as she buried her face in his neck, biting at the junction she was perched in. Sliding her own hand down she reached for his own hardening problem, making the blonde jump as her smaller hands grabbed him over his sweats “Fuck..don’t do that unless you think you can take it” He warned, his hips moving and jerking into her hand that was now stroking the throbbing member. When a certain twist of her wrist made his tip leak through his pants he couldn’t take it, pushing his fingers deep into her warm walls, causing the duo to fall back even more onto the bed. “This isn’t a competition baby, I have to get you nice and wet so I can fit, relax and be good you needy slut” he huffed as he snatched her hand away, making his own dick angrily throb. Pushing the waistband down some he let himself spring free, the swollen red tip leaking with precum a sight to see as [. ] subconsciously gasped. “Ya like what you see huh?” The cocky boy tossed at her as [. ] herself just bit her lip, giving him a dangerously sweet look as she nodded her head to agree with him. “I bet you want it hm?” His teasing got worse as he pushed his hips closer, rubbing his tip against her fluttering lips as it pushed back and forth, pushing the hardest when it ran over her clit “Please Suki, it’s almost too much” [. ] groaned as she tried reaching between them to slide him in, only for Bakugou to growl, pushing her thighs together as he thrusted between them , the throbbing between her walls and his member made the two of them let out sound of pleasure. Feeling her clit constantly being hit by the mushroom top of bakugous dick [ ] felt herself get closer to breaking “I think I-i’m gonna cum-'' she whined as her hands went to tangle into his hair. BUt to her dismay, he stopped, lust filled eyes looked down at the tearing up ones under him

“Aww dont cry , youll get what you want” Bakugou smirked as he then slid in the now wet and sloppy mess he made between her legs, a shocked and loud screech falling from her lips as she tried to hold in the orgasm she was balancing on but all of that changed once he took a finger and traced over her sensitive clit, pushing her right over the edge. “F-fuck! Katsuuu” [ ] moaned out as he gave her a satisfied smirk, pushing her arching back down as he started to pound into her. “Cmon baby, gimme another one, i know you got it in ya” He barked out as he caged her in, his hands taking hers as nothing but moans fell from her lips, too high on her last orgasm to respond. Soon he felt her walls clench again and watched as her eyes rolled back another orgasm ripped through her “Thats it..good girl” kissing the pleasured tears that kept rolling from her eyes “ ‘ts too much..too much” She begged as he sped up, groans of ‘fuck’ and ‘cummin’ tumbling from Bakugous lips as he pushed as deep as he could `go, his dick throbbing as he filled into her. Her own walls spasmed one last time , a small but still intense last orgasm came through , mixing with the cum he filled her with.

As they came down from their highs , Bakugou sat up from her shoulder and sealed their highs with a kiss, holding the trembling girl in his arms. “Shhh it's okay baby i'm right here..you're okay” He cooed, kissing her forehead. Unknowingly to [ ] Bakugou wished for this ever since he met here at the cafe downstairs of his building. It didn't matter if he'd have to bet the most impossible and highest price to get her , no amount of money could suffice in his mind. She was smart, and driven, a hard worker and aimed to please. While she drifted on and off to sleep, he called the place she was auctioned at, telling them that she wouldn't be back and setting her to be his assistant at work. She was his, and no one was allowed to have her anymore.

[trentaafcsblog]

Prompts - Gemma Collins

6. “Kiss my designer vagina”

A cheeky bonus for my bestest gewl @travellvogue, ask and you shall receive, you’ve definitely earned your divaship after requesting this one xxx

You’ve been a brat all day, you know you have. Pushing all of Trent’s buttons for no particular reason and driving him up the walls with your petty comments and unnecessary remarks, especially the ones that you let slip in front of his mates. The look that’s etched deeper and deeper into his face each time you make a snidey reference informing you that your relationship will be ending tonight if you don’t stop what you’re doing, but you’ve started now, and you’re not one to do things half-heartedly, so you might as well keep digging. 

“You might wanna tell her to keep her wandering eyes under control the next time she’s around my man” you sass when one of his friends happens to mention his girlfriend, everybody falling silent and turning around to look at you, in shock that such a timid and polite person has suddenly shown a different side - one that they definitely never associated with you. “Oopsie, didn’t you know that she was busy undressing T with her eyes the last time you came over? You wanna watch her, my love, the next girl might not be so forgiving” you smile, taking a sip of your water before looking across at T and gently tilting your head to the side. “Stop it” he’s mouthing, his knuckles turning white when you shake your head and a small smirk breaks onto your face, confirming that he’s fighting a losing battle if he thinks you’re packing this in anytime soon. 

“If looks could kill” you tease when he shuts the door after his friends and turns around to face you. “What’s got you all moody, hey?” you’re cooing, reaching out to cup the side of his face and pissing him off even more with your sudden innocence. “You” he snaps, taking a step towards you and it’s like he’s flicked a switch for a split second, your attitude flying out of the window and being replaced by an overwhelming sense of submission, the rage in his eyes leaving your jaw hanging open slightly, your previous words of spite now struggling to free themselves from your throat. “Thanks for making me the friend with the biggest bitch as their girlfriend” he’s spitting, scoffing at the end of his comment when the memories of you taking digs at anyone and everyone flood his mind.

“I’m glad I’m the reason that you’ve taken that top spot” you’re saying smugly, genuinely never feeling prouder of an achievement that clearly T never thought he’d win. “Just stop” he’s hissing, looking you up and down in disgust whilst you stand before him shaking your head and twirling a section of hair around your finger, just like you’ve been doing all day - something you’ve never done before but it compliments the bitchiness perfectly. “Not unless you make me” you sass back, your voice barely a whisper come the end of your words because Trent’s already anticipated what you’re about to say, not that he was expecting anything less to leave your mouth after today’s attitude. Taking a step back towards you and grabbing the top of your throat with one of his hands, his thumb gently stroking along your jaw and forcing your eyes to lock with his. 

“Up you go then” he’s saying, his breath hot across your face and causing goosebumps to arise on the surface of your skin as he nods towards the staircase. Looking at you for a few seconds and smirking slightly when he realises that you’ve been completely paralysed by his stare, something about his dominance stopping the connection between his words and your actions. “Up” he’s saying again, much more harshly this time and you’re not hesitating any longer as you move from before him and take a few paces to the left. Looking back over your shoulder to check that he’s following you as you make your way up the stairs, stopping when you reach your side of the bed. And you can’t help but turn back to old ways whilst you wait for him to catch up, the same section of hair that you’ve been playing with all day finding itself being wrapped around your finger again at the thought of what’s to come, a pool of arousal growing in the crotch of your panties the closer his footsteps come to reaching you. 

“Pack it in” he’s snapping when he walks in to see you staring at him through your eyelashes with the same smirk that been stuck on your face all day. “Well don’t just fucking stand there” he’s saying, moving towards you and practically pushing you onto the mattress before his fists are bunching up in your dress and helping the material slide over your head. “Look at ya” he’s growling, referring to the damp mark that’s stained the lace of your baby pink thong. “Better get rid of that” he’s saying, peeling it away from your body and inspecting the pearlescent pool in the crotch for a few seconds before it’s being discarded onto the floor.

“You’re gonna stop being a brat now, aren’t ya?” he’s asking, lifting your chin with his index finger so that you’re looking straight at him. “Gonna let me get my own back, hmm?” he’s pushing, waiting for you to nod until he’s lowering himself down to your pussy. “I don’t wanna hear anymore from you” he’s mumbling, his nose now level with your clit. And obviously you’ve got to have the last word since your bitchiness is about to have an end put to it, so you can’t help but break the promise you’ve just made when the warmth of T’s breath spreads across your core.

“Kiss my designer vagina” you’re whispering, purposely saying it quietly just to wind him up because silence was never an option when you set off to insult everybody this morning. “Fucking slut” he’s scoffing, ripping your legs apart with his hands and looking up at you before he’s pressing a gentle kiss to your clit, something in him caving in and just giving you what you want. And just like you, once he starts there’s no stopping him. His tongue repeatedly licking stripes up and down your pussy whilst you grip onto his curls for dear life, tugging harder when he pushes himself further into your core or his lips form a suction around your sensitive nub. Pulling away for a few seconds to admire you struggling for something to say, your brain giving up on trying to string several words together and instead leaving you helpless, only a few whines and whimpers falling from your lips as you gently buck your hips towards T’s face in the hope of some sort of release. 

“Gotta be kidding if you think you’re getting off that easily” he’s saying, shaking his head at your desperation as you try to push him back down to where you need him the most. And god you’re only made even more needy when he turns his head to the side slightly and the lights catch the stripe of arousal that runs from his nose down into his beard. A thicker coating on his Cupid’s bow from where the indentation holds more of your juices, only to release them when he looks down and a bead trickles onto his top lip, his tongue hardly giving it chance to continue its journey before its swiping it away with a satisfied hum.

He’s waiting until you’re practically begging him for more, the desperation in your eyes making him smile slightly now that you’re getting a taste of your own medicine. Watching every groan and tensing of your muscles as he lays between your legs and looks up at you, your eyes meeting his a few times before they’re fluttering shut and your imagination is taking you to all of the places that he isn’t, hence the random bursts of heavy breathing and the occasional whimper. And now he’s the one being a bitch because he’s just latched onto your pussy again with no warning, purposely waiting until you’re lost inside your own head before he’s making all of those dreams come true. His tongue moving at a hundred miles an hour as it dips in and out of your folds, managing to capture every single nerve ending as it does so. Flicking over your clit and causing surges of pleasure to ripple through your cunt and down into your legs, his hands now pinning them down to stop them from trembling so intensely.

“Fuck T” you’re whimpering, your brain finally stringing two words together and helping you out of your pleasure-induced, borderline paralytic state. “Shut up” he snaps, ripping his mouth away from your core just as your orgasm starts building. “Told you to be quiet” he’s hissing, the rage that was behind his eyes a few moments ago now returning, eliciting the same submissive change in you. “I’ve got work to do” he’s mumbling before carrying on where he left off. And fuck, it’s the hardest thing ever to try and keep quiet, especially when he starts slurping away at your juices at the most ridiculous volume because he knows it drives you insane. Your whole hands almost white from how hard you’re gripping onto T’s curls, twisting different sections around your fingers each time he brushes over a particularly sensitive spot to the point where it’ll be a miracle if he’s not bald by the end of this.

He knows your body like the back of his hand so he’s sensing when you’re seconds away from cumming, your pussy tensing up against his mouth and spasming gently against his nose as the knot in your tummy starts being pulled tighter and tighter and tighter. And then it’s snapping. A gush of your juices releasing themselves all over his face, completely drenching his features whilst your clit continues to contract uncontrollably. Beads of your arousal trickling from his forehead and down onto his nose before dripping off into the bedsheets - a sight you can’t seem to get enough of when you finally open your eyes. 

“Alright?” he’s asking as he wipes his face with the back of his hand, your juices now running down his arm. “Mhm” you’re replying, shuffling up the mattress until you’re in a sitting position. “Won’t be doing that again, will ya?” T’s saying, obviously referring to your bratty behaviour but you can’t help but throw a bit of sass in there again, especially since his way of ‘punishing’ you is quite frankly what dreams are make of. “Do what? Lay there with my legs over your shoulders whilst you eat me out?” you ask, tilting your head innocently and looking at him. “Don’t start this again” he’s groaning, practically pleading with you to just pack it in for five minutes because he can’t take another snidey remark or dig at his ex-girlfriend for living on the same planet as you.

But you just can’t help yourself, not when you’ve been treated so ‘badly’ the first time. The anger behind his eyes and the dominance that he can so easily exert over you, making you completely powerless in a matter of seconds, only giving you another reason to piss him off.

“I saw you looking at Tyler’s girlfriend when she wore those shorts the other day, not very respectful to be looking at your big brother’s lady is it?” you question, biting your bottom lip and waiting for him to snap again. 

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PS - I made myself cringe so hard writing this (I haven’t written any proper smut in like forever) that it genuinely made my arsehole hurt for the whole 5 days that it took to write it so please give it some love to save my tears xxx

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Walk On By - Part 1

shoutout to @harrylefleur​ for this^ amazing edit!! thanks again for letting me use it, it’s perfect!!

A/N: hello!! i’ve been slowly cooking up this 70s dealer!harry au (also known as shroomrry) fic ever since the first italy pics surfaced. i had a lot of fun writing this, so i hope you have fun reading it! another massive thank you to brailey @daydreamsofh​ for yelling about shroomrry with me since the very first rough draft. your encouragement and support means so much to me!! ily <3

****DISCLAIMER/WARNING: This fic includes scenes in which characters purchase and consume recreational drugs (psilocybin mushrooms) as well as purchase and consume alcohol. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please do not feel pressured to read or interact with this fic. And do not consume if you are underage.****

You’re simply buying magic mushrooms from Harry. However, if you keep running into each other, is it going to stay that simple?

word count: ~5k

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**August 30th, 1977, Inglewood, California**

The evening sun beats down on you as soon as you step off the bus. You walk away from the door before reaching for the sunglasses hanging from the collar of your shirt and slip them onto your face before wiping the small beads of sweat from your brow.

“Stuffiest bus ride of my life.” Your roommate and partner in crime, Jenny, walks over to your side. She leans her head back and groans toward the sky, as if to broadcast her misery to anyone that will listen.

“Really? I thought it was a five star experience,” you reply flatly.

Jenny scoffs and looks at you in disgust before shoving your shoulder. “What bus were you on then?”

Your laughs quickly turn into blissful sighs of relief when a breeze picks up. A brief intermission from the heat and residual stickiness on your skin from the crowded bus ride.

“You’ve still got the tickets and the money, right?” Jenny asks.

“Yep.” You pat your purse. “You’ve still got that guy’s license plate number, right?”

Jenny reaches into her pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper, “Yep.”

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The sign outside of the Forum looms over your heads as you enter the parking lot. The large black letters on the sign simply read ‘FLEETWOOD MAC. NIGHT TWO. SOLD OUT’. Even more gigantic is the Forum itself. You’ve been to a couple of shows at this venue before today, but you still can’t get over just how massive it is. It makes you feel so small even when you’re standing one hundred feet away from it.

Your mind begins to buzz with excitement and anticipation knowing that you’ll soon be inside seeing possibly one of the most in-demand shows of the year. It’s incredibly lucky that you were able to score these tickets anyway. Having a job at a radio station definitely has its perks.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by Jenny’s nudging elbow. She holds the paper that has the numbers and letters of a license plate number scrawled on it in front of both of you.

“He drives a blue Pontiac Tempest. He said he was gonna try to park in the third row,” she says.

Both of you look at the paper for a minute, trying to commit the number to memory before setting out to comb the parking lot in search of this mystery man.

With all the other people milling around and gathering in the line outside of the venue, you wonder how many of these people are on a similar mission as you and your friend.

You turn to Jenny, “Do you know what this Harry guy looks like?”

“Uh,” Jenny draws out before pulling her gaze from the line of cars beside her. “My cousin Kathryn said he’s white,” she begins listing things off on her fingers, “has brown hair, has a lot of tattoos, and he’s British,” she looks at you and wiggles her eyebrows.

Jenny laughs when you roll your eyes, “Oh my god I know he’s British. You’ve been going on and on about how he sounded on the phone.” You walk a few more paces before asking, “How does she know him again?”

“They work together at the record store. You probably would have already met him if you weren’t so pretentious about where you buy your records.”

You switch from scanning over license plates to squinting at Jenny, “I’m not pretentious, the owner of that place is just an asshole.”

“You say that about nearly every record store owner.”

“Only the ones that are fifty year old men who constantly degrade female customers’ music tastes.”

Jenny sighs. “Yeah, you’re right. Most of them are assholes.”

“Hey, maybe with your business degree you can be the first record store owner that’s not an asshole.”

She smiles at you and taps her temple with her index finger. “That’s not a bad idea.” Her eyes flit over your shoulder. She stops abruptly and grabs your arm, “Oh-- hey, I think that’s him right there.”

You turn to follow her gaze. Immediately you spot the blue car. You both take another look at the note in Jenny’s hand. Sure enough, the license plate on the car in front of you is a perfect match.

So this is Harry. He has his head down and his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration just beneath the frames of his yellow sunglasses. There’s a pencil behind his right ear and his left elbow is resting on the door frame, sticking out of his rolled down window, while his fingers are mindlessly fiddling with his neat mustache. On that same arm, you see scattered tattoos that begin at his wrist and run all the way up into the sleeve of his green and white striped t-shirt. You weren’t sure what you had been expecting of this man, but you can’t help but be struck by how handsome he is. The low hanging sun is casting golden light through his back window, shining through the ends of his brown tousled hair.

The pressure of a hand on your back pushing you forward causes you to whip around.

“Could you go talk to him?” Jenny asks softly.

You give her a ‘what are you talking about?’ look, “You’ve already spoken to him on the phone, Jen, he doesn’t know me.”

“I mentioned you,” she pleads. “Ugh I know I talked to him on the phone but now that I see him in person I’m too nervous.”

You take another look at Harry and look back to Jenny. “Okay, come on.”

As you get closer to his car with Jenny trailing behind you, you begin to hear the music blasting from his radio. Hearing the chorus of “Dancing Queen” somehow makes this situation a touch less intimidating.

You take your sunglasses off your face and hang them from the collar of your shirt. You  clear your throat once you feel like you’re close enough, hoping this would catch his attention. When he doesn’t move, you open your mouth only to realize that you have no idea what you want to say.

“Um,” you hesitantly mumble to yourself as you reach up and knock on the top frame of his window.

He slightly jumps and pulls his arm into the car in response. He mutters a ‘fucks sake’ before quickly turning his head to you, his eyebrows now creased in aggravation.

You jerk your hand back to your side. You’re not sure if it’s the pressure of having to do the talking or his intense stare, but you suddenly can't seem to string a full sentence together.

“Hi. Sorry. I, er--, we... um. We were supposed to--”

Harry looks past you to glance at Jenny and his face softens. He reaches over to turn the radio down before pointing his finger between the two of you, “Kathryn’s friends?”

“Yes,” you sigh in relief.

He nods, brushes a few stray hairs from his forehead and tilts his head toward the passenger seat. “Yeah, come on in.”

Hearing his soft British accent is a lot more endearing than Jenny’s annoying impressions of what he sounded like on the phone.

Jenny follows you around to the passenger side door and you pull on the handle.

When it doesn’t open, you reach through the window for the lock. You freeze when Harry’s hand meets yours. You lower your head slightly to look through the window and see him leaned over, still staring at your hands that are both grabbing the lever. He looks up at you and slightly shakes his head.

“Sorry,” he mumbles as he pulls his hand away and reaches to lean the passenger seat forward.

You open the door and gesture for Jenny to climb in first. After you get in and close the door behind you, you plop down in the back seat next to Jenny, who’s sitting behind Harry. You do your best to hold back a hiss when the heat from the light blue leather seats burns through your trousers and the back of your thin t-shirt.

The car smells fresh and is very tidy aside from a few crushed gum packages on the floorboard. Two little tree air fresheners hang from his rearview mirror, swaying in the slight breeze. You peep down to his dashboard and smile.

“I like your stickers,” you blurt out, pointing to the smiley face sticker and the strawberry sticker above the volume and tuning dials on his radio. Mostly, you’re trying to make amends for startling him a second ago, but you’re also trying to dispel some of your nerves that are still fluttering around in your stomach. The mental image of him peeling stickers from a sheet and putting them on there himself seems to be helping a little bit.

“Thanks.” He cracks a smile over his shoulder. You catch a glimpse of a dimple indenting his cheek. You visibly relax your shoulders upon seeing a change in his demeanor. “Would you mind reminding me of your names?” He asks, taking a glance at his rearview mirror.

You both introduce yourselves.

“So it was you that I spoke with on the phone last week?” he asks, turning in his seat and looking at Jenny.

“Yeah, that was me,” she grins.

“Right,” he huffs. “So I know what you’re both really here for but,” he trails off as he reaches into his lap and holds up a folded newspaper, displaying the daily crossword puzzle. “Are either of you any good at these?” He shakes his head, “I’ve got like... three left and it’s driving me crazy.”

Jenny hums as she takes the paper from Harry’s hand and holds it up between you. Coincidentally, Jenny happens to be very good at these puzzles, often taking this same section out of the paper every day.

She puts her finger up to the page and begins counting the boxes in one of the columns. “Fourteen down is ‘questionnaire’.”

As you skim over the page, you catch an error that could be hanging him up. “And seven across is misspelled. ‘Memento’ should start with M- E- instead of M- O-.”

Both of you look back up at Harry and Jenny hands the paper back.

In the same motion he takes the paper from Jenny and takes the pencil from behind his ear. He sets the paper on his center console and brings his bottom lip between his teeth as he erases and fills in the boxes on the puzzle.

You and Jenny exchange a private laugh. If anyone had asked the both of you to predict how this interaction was going to go, this would not be part of it.

“Well. Thanks. It probably would have taken me forever to get those.” He tosses the paper and pencil on the floorboard in front of the passenger seat and uses his finger to push his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Now, do you have cash with you?”

The shift in his tone catches you off guard, the friendly lilt in his voice being replaced by one more quiet and flat.

Jenny looks over at you.

“Oh yeah, sorry.” You pull four ten dollar bills from your purse and hand them to Harry.

He fans them out before folding them twice and putting them in his pocket. He opens his console. There’s some shuffling before he closes it again and carefully passes you two small envelopes. “Should be one gram in each of those.”

You lean forward in an attempt to shield your actions from people who may be passing by. Carefully, you break the tape seals across the front of the envelopes with your thumb and take a peek inside. Satisfied with the amount of shriveled mushrooms you see, you reseal the envelopes and stuff them into your purse.

“You’ve both taken these before, right?” Harry asks.

“Yeah, a few times before this,” Jenny says.

“Nice. So you know they usually take about half an hour to start working and you’re probably in for about four to six hours of effects and all that?”

“Yeah,” you and Jenny say in unison.

“Okay, I just-- I always want to make sure, you know?” Harry scratches his chin and looks to the side in thought. “Did you drive here?”

You shake your head. “No, we took the bus. And Alice, our friend, is gonna pick us up after the concert.”

He nods, “Okay, good.” He lowers his voice. “The last thing I’ll say is I’ve seen quite a few cops around so… if I were you I’d duck into a bathroom or something to take those.” He slightly raises his hands, “But obviously all of that’s up to the both of you so…” he trails off and shrugs. “Ultimately I hope you both have fun.” He looks at you with a sincerity that puts you at ease. It makes you feel a lot better that he seems to genuinely care about both of you being safe and having an enjoyable experience. You can’t say the same for other dealers you’ve come in contact with.

“We’ll just see what happens I guess,” you shrug back.

“I think we should head in now.” Jenny says, craning her head past Harry to look at the line of people. She pats the back of his seat. “Thanks so much, we really appreciate it.”

“Sure, was great to meet you both.”

“Was good to meet you. Are you going to the show as well?” you ask while reaching forward for the door handle.

He instantly perks up. “I am. Managed to get a ticket. It’s in the nosebleeds but…”

“I had nosebleeds when Queen was here a few months ago and it was still a fantastic show,” you reassure him. You climb out and hold the door for Jenny. “I’m sure you’ll have a great time. Take care!”

You close the door and wave goodbye.

You and Jenny link arms as you’re walking toward the venue, and extra spring in your steps after jumping that hurdle.

She whispers, “I told you he was British.”

“Jen.” You roll your eyes and elbow her side.

You look over at your friend who’s now covering her mouth with her hand, poorly concealing her laughter. You steal a glance over your shoulder. The last thing you see before you turn back around is Harry staring directly back at you.

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Jenny walks in front of you, weaving through the groups of people as you both search for a water fountain to wash the earthy taste of the mushrooms from your mouths.

You both join the line behind the fountain closest to the main entrance. When Jenny leans down to take a drink, you spot a familiar green and white striped shirt amongst the crowd of people streaming in. Harry is strolling by, heading toward the arena entrance.

He glances in your direction and does a double take. He instantly grins and raises his eyebrows at you, giving you a thumbs up before mouthing ‘have fun’ and disappearing around the corner.

Your cheeks warm and your stomach flutters.

After you’ve had a drink from the fountain, you and Jenny make your way into the expansive arena and join the crowd of people in general admission.

About half way through the opening act, just as you’re about to ask Jenny if she feels anything happening yet, you see her looking at you fervently and everything around you starts to feel dream-like. The spotlights on the stage begin to look like halos, making it impossible for you to turn away. You start to feel as if the music you’re hearing is coming from your own body. The drum beat bursting through your chest and every note from the guitars coming from the tips of your fingers and the ends of your hair.

The euphoria of being surrounded by love and joy takes over you, making you laugh and dance and sing until the music comes to an end.

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You’re sitting on the sidewalk outside of the Forum, legs crossed in front of you with your elbows resting on your knees and your head resting in your hands. The concrete  has finally cooled off after the heat of the day. You’re hunched over, currently transfixed by a trail of ants marching along the smooth surface in front of you.

“It’s like you can hear all their little footsteps,” you say, your eyes open wide in awe.

Jenny, who’s sitting across from you in a similar position, giggles in response to your observation before gasping. “I hear them too.”

Both of you snort and break out into unrestrained laughter. It’s never felt so good to have the sound of laughter ringing through your ears.

After a moment, you start to hear the sound of something else. It sounds like your name is being called, but it’s not coming from Jenny. You hear your name again, closer now. It sounds as if it’s echoing from the enormous wall of the Forum right next to you. Your eyebrows pull together in confusion and curiosity as you slowly turn your head to look over your shoulder.

You’re immediately filled with excitement upon seeing the friendly face walking toward you.

“Harry!” you exclaim, waving wildly.

A smile spreads across his face and you swear little sparkles appear next to his dimples.

You can’t take your eyes off of him as he makes his way over to stand next to you and Jenny. You have to crane your head back to see his face from your position on the ground.

“Hey, you alright?” he eyes both of you curiously.

You simply nod in response.

“What are you guys still doing here?”

Jenny sighs as if this is the twentieth time he’s asked, “We’re waiting for Alice.”

“Well,” he trails off while scratching the back of his head, “you probably don’t know this, but the concert ended about two hours ago.”

For whatever reason, this sends you and Jenny into a fit of howling laughter.

Jenny suddenly stops and looks at you wide eyed. “Hey, lets just take the bus home.”

You gasp and grab Jenny’s shoulder, marveling at her great idea. “The bus! Let's take the bus!”

You rise up to your knees with a newfound surge of energy and Jenny follows.

“No no no no no,” Harry surges forward and presses one of his hands on your shoulder and the other on Jenny’s, urging both of you to sit down.

He sinks to the ground along with you, propping himself on one knee. “Do you have Alice’s number with you? I can try giving her a call?”

It takes you a minute to realize that he’s speaking to you. “Yeah I have my address book in my purse--,” you look down to your side and freeze at the sight of the zipper on your bag. Your stomach drops. You definitely do not want to put your hands anywhere near the jagged edges of the zipper that are suddenly taking on the shape of menacing teeth.

You barely hear Harry let out a breathy laugh. You look up to him and he points to your bag. “Need some help?”

“I….. uh…..” You’re not completely sure what to focus on or how to put your thoughts into words.

Before you can ask for help, he slowly reaches out and takes your bag between his fingers, bringing it away from its resting place on your hip. “S’ this alright?” he asks softly.

“Yeah.”

He slowly unzips the bag and you grimace at the unsettling noise. Once it’s been opened all the way, he slightly tilts it toward you and asks, “Can I look inside? Or do you wanna do it?”

You flinch away and shake your head profusely, raising your hand up as a barrier between you and the bag. “No, you do it.”

He looks down, reaches his hand into your purse and starts carefully poking through it.

Your shoulders relax as you turn your focus to his hair. It seems to be much curlier and fluffier than before. It looks… inviting, like a soft blanket that you want to curl up into. It seems to have its own gravitational pull. You lean forward, bury your nose in it and take a deep breath in. The smell of apples and some cologne you don’t recognize and the scent of his sweat swirl together in an exhilarating way.

Harry slowly lifts his head up and eyes you suspiciously over the frames of his sunglasses that have slid down the bridge of his nose. Now that you’re sitting here eye to eye with him, you notice every single detail of his face that you hadn’t been privy to before. Every eyelash, the crease between his eyebrows and the way one of them is slightly raised. The deep set dimple in his cheek due to the smirk pulling up on one side of his mouth. The thin green irises of his eyes.

The more you look into them, the bigger they get, and the more you’re able to see your own reflection in his pupils. You tilt your head and smile as they keep growing in size. Just as they're getting to a comical level, making him look more like a cartoon character, you notice a blush creep onto his cheeks.

He folds his lips into his mouth, blinks rapidly, and shakes his head before returning to his search through your purse.

Harry finally pulls out your yellow leather address book. The white daisies printed on the cover seem to dance and twirl in place when he holds the book up and opens it.

Your purse is returned to its previous position on your hip before he looks at you again. He points his thumb over his shoulder at the payphone a few feet from you. “I’m gonna go call Alice. You guys just stay right here, alright?”

When he starts to get up to his feet, you blurt out, “I have dimes you can use.”

The corners of his mouth turn up and he waves you off, “That’s alright, I’ve got some.”

You watch as he walks over to the payphone. You watch as he digs into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a handful of coins in his palm. He inserts a dime into the coin slot and cradles the phone between his shoulder and ear. You watch his every move until the stripes on his shirt begin to ripple as if they’re made of water. This plus the flickering light above the phone becomes too much for you to handle.

You lay on your back with your hands folded across your stomach and begin to take in the stars in the sky, which are somehow less overwhelming than a simple striped t-shirt.

You’re not sure how long you stay like this. You feel like you’re so close to the stars in the night sky that you could reach out to touch one, or maybe even cradle one in your hands to feel its warmth. The sound of Jenny sitting next to you humming some tune you don’t quite recognize only adds to the peacefulness you’re feeling.

A bright light suddenly overwhelms your vision and you look over to your left to see a pair of headlights coming toward you. You hoist yourself up from the ground and bring your arm up to shield your eyes from the blinding light.

The car screeches to a halt at the curb. The first thing you see after the driver’s side door opens is a head of curly hair that can only belong to your friend Alice.

“Holy shit you guys. I’m so so so sorry.” She rushes over to where you and Jenny are sitting. Only half of the words she’s saying are even registering in your mind. “I ended up falling asleep and then there was a car wreck on the freeway and traffic was backed up for miles and-” She stops in her tracks once she’s standing in front of you and snorts out a laugh. “Oh my god you guys are so fucking high.”

Her laughter is interrupted by Harry. “Are you Alice?”

“Yeah, who are you?” she replies with a slight edge to her voice.

“Sorry. I-- I’m Harry. I... uh… I gave them the…”

“Oh you’re Harry. Well. Thanks so much for sticking around with them but I can take it from here.” She shakes hands with Harry before extending a hand to Jenny, helping her stand up and walking her to the car.

Meanwhile, you slowly make your way to your feet and walk over to Harry. He grunts when you clumsily wrap your arms around him in a hug.

“Thank you Harry. You’re a very nice person,” you mumble into the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re… You’re welcome.” The vibration of his chest when he chuckles travels all the way down to your toes. You also pick up the thrumming of his heart beating wildly against your ear. His hand lightly rubs your back.

You soon hear Alice’s voice behind you saying your name. The feeling of her lightly tugging on your t-shirt coaxes you away from Harry and into her arms.

Before you know it, you’re settled into the backseat of Alice’s car next to Jenny and Alice is shifting to drive.

As you slowly pull away from the curb, you steal a glance over your shoulder to see Harry standing on the curb. He has one hand on his hip and the other is scratching his jaw as he watches your car move away. His figure is getting smaller and smaller as you leave the venue. Just before you turn the corner, you see him step over to the payphone again.

**September 1st, 1977, Los Angeles, California**

You take a long sip of your coffee as you carefully place the needle on your record player. After a few seconds of rustling and popping, the first kickdrums of The Five Stairsteps’ “O-o-h Child” fill your living room, followed by a chorus of trumpets.

Jenny left for work early in the morning and you have a day off, so you’re relishing in the freedom of having the house to yourself.

You walk through the doorway into the kitchen where your fried egg is sizzling on the stove. With your free hand, you take a plate from the cabinet and set it on the counter before grabbing a spatula, turning the burner off, and carefully lifting the egg out of the pan onto your plate. You pluck the piece of toast from your toaster and turn to set your plate on the table along with your coffee mug. The only thing missing is the newspaper, which is most likely still sitting at the end of your driveway from the morning delivery.

You pad through the hallway to the front door, turn the lock, and swing it open. As soon as the early fall air hits you, however, you come to a halt and let out a shocked gasp.

An equally startled Harry is standing on your front doorstep with one hand behind his back and the other hovering over your doorbell. All of your systems stall for a moment, as if you’re trying to connect whatever dots you can to make this scene make sense in your brain. You can feel heat quickly spreading all over your face each second you both stand there in silence, which you both break at the same time.

“What are you--?”

“Sorry I--”

You press your lips together and wait for him to continue.

“I’m sorry. I, um,” he clears his throat before dropping his hand by his side, “I should have called ahead of time.”

“What-- uh,” you stop to rephrase your question since What are you doing here? sounds a little more blunt than you’re wanting to be. “What brings you here?”

“I just thought I would stop by on my way to work.” He pulls his hand from behind his back, revealing the yellow and white cover of your address book in his hand. “Wanted to return this to you.”

He must have picked up on your confusion as you take the book from his hand and run your thumb over the cover.

“I’m sorry. I accidentally left it on top of the payphone after the concert. Didn’t realize until you had already driven off. But your address and everything is written in the front so… thankfully it wasn’t hard to figure out how to get it back to you.” He gestures to the book before jamming his hands in his pockets.

“Oh,” you draw out as the realization dawns on you. In the process of debriefing your trip with Jenny and Alice, you thought that Harry had given your address book back to you, concluding that it must have been somewhere in your house. You figured it would turn up someplace unexpected, and technically you turned out to be right. You laugh to yourself, “I thought I lost it somewhere in my house or something. I-- Thank you.”

You spare a glance at him for long enough to catch the tight grin on his face, causing his dimples to indent on his cheeks.

As you’re taking in his loose fitting white shirt and ripped jeans, you’re quickly becoming aware of the fact that you’re only dressed in cotton shorts and your old UCLA t-shirt you had slept in. If this whole interaction had been timed better you at least could have run to your bedroom to throw on pants or a sweater before answering the door. You reflexively cross your arms in front of you.

“So you had a good time, I hope?” Harry’s question interrupts your thoughts.

“Oh, yeah. Alice just brought me and Jenny back here and we sat around listening to music and talking. Then we pretty much spent all day yesterday sleeping so.” You shrug.

“Did your bag give you any more trouble?” he squints, pausing around the word ‘bag’ and giving you a sly smirk.

You scoff and shift your weight to lean against the doorframe. “No, it did not,” you mutter defensively toward the ground.

He breathes a laugh through his nose and you urge yourself to steer the subject of conversation slightly away from the specifics of your high state the other night.

“Also, thanks so much for staying there with us. I mean, who knows what we could have gotten into.”

“Oh, it was no problem. I’ve done some pretty stupid stuff while on shrooms, even when I’m supervised so…” he trails off into a chuckle.

You smile at his confession, somehow you can’t imagine this level-headed man doing anything stupid.

He continues. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” After a brief pause he adds, “You and Jenny.”

Your eyes snap up after he corrects himself.

He looks down at your doormat, scratching his chin. His cheeks tinge a light shade of pink.

“Well thank you. And thank you for coming to return this,” you say through a deep sigh, raising the book in your hand.

“Of course.” He looks over his shoulder at his car parked on the curb before turning back to you. “Well, I better get going. Was good to see you.” He nods before turning toward the street.

“Yeah, see you around.”

“Take care!” he calls over his shoulder, throwing a peace sign in the air.

Once he’s walked away, you retreat into your hallway and close the door. Your house is now quiet since the record you were playing has reached its end. There’s nothing to mask the sound of your heart beating out of your chest. You stare at the door for a moment, replaying the conversation in your head.

“See you around?” you mock yourself. “Where are you going to see him around?” You rest your forehead against the door and let out a deep sigh that gradually turns into a groan.

Harry’s car rumbles to a start outside. You don’t want to release the tension in your shoulders until you’re certain he’s driven away.

A thump on the other side of the door makes you jolt back. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion when you look through the peephole and see Harry climbing into his car and shutting the door.

You reach down to the door knob and open the door halfway, barely poking your head out. You can’t seem to find the source of the noise until you look down and see the newspaper rolled up in a rubber band sitting on your welcome mat.

You glance back at Harry just in time for him to flash a smile, give you a wave, and take off down the street.

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-> PART TWO <-

[eclecticmiasma]

Ebb and Flow (Josuke x Reader)

🌠Commissioned fic!🌠

NSFW

After many stressful months on patrol, Josuke finds that lazy days spent in your embrace are more precious than diamonds. 

[Warnings: consensual somnophilia]

Art Credit: Starヨル on Pixiv

A provincial sea-side town. Not exactly a hotspot of activity, nor a likely source of stress. A town full of simple folk living out their simple lives. Quaint, charming- and requiring a surprising amount of police work.

The events of 1999 took their toll on little Morioh. People lost trust in the safety of their surroundings, and countless other stand users still reside in the area. Crime skyrocketed, and while that might seem beneficial for a rookie cop fresh out of the academy, Josuke takes no joy in just how busy his job keeps him. He often wonders what his grandfather would think of Morioh in its current state. Part of him is glad he isn’t alive to see it.

You’re more than proud of Josuke. The rowdy teen you once knew went out and achieved what many felt was the impossible. Though he still faces hardship, and continues to be quite rowdy, you don’t carry any of the doubt that fills his thoughts. Josuke saved Morioh once, he’s more than capable of doing it again.

Due to his duties, spending nights alone has become so commonplace that you’re shocked when his muscular arms snake around your waist while you’re trying to get ready for bed. You notice he’s only wearing tight, gray sweatpants, and his hair looks a little unkempt. When you question this, wondering if he’s going to be late for his shift, he responds only by pressing a firm kiss to your neck and slightly grinding himself against you.

“I finally got the night off,” He says, the excitement in his voice barely hidden. You grip the counter as he kisses your neck again, this time tugging at the waistband of your pajama bottoms. The sweatpants he’s wearing leave nothing to the imagination, as his hard length juts right against the cleft of your bottom.

It’s been so long since the two of you were able to be together that even the smallest touches have you coming undone. A stroke of the front of your panties, a grasp of your thick behind, the way his breath floats across your skin as he chuckles at your reaction, “Needy, aren’t we?”

He tugs your bottoms down with your underwear and ruts himself against your bare backside. Your hand flies to his and you whine at how eager he is to take you right here and now.

“W-wait, don’t you want to…enjoy it?” You ask sheepishly, biting your lip and trying not to grind your hips in response to his own, “I don’t want to finish so soon…” Josuke lets out another laugh and slides a large hand down to toy with your clit.

“Who says we’re finished after this?”

The rest of the night is a blur. All the months of unspoken longing and sexual tension culminate in hours of exploring each other’s bodies. Not a single surface of the apartment is left unsullied. It’s only when you can barely keep yourself standing that the two of you finally roll into bed, exhausted and thoroughly sated. You hardly have time to say goodnight before Josuke is passed out, snoring like a freight train, arms wound tightly around you in a grasping embrace.  

It’s no surprise that Josuke wakes up before you, as he’s hard-wired to be alert first thing in the morning. When he sees how early it is, he debates rolling over and going back to bed. After all, he finally has the day off, and your soft, warm figure feels so good against his own. He could stay like this for the rest of his life, bodies intertwined in plush sheets. Visions of the previous night’s lovemaking hover in his mind. He closes his eyes, hoping to dream about your body writhing below his own, but his cock has a different idea.

Sighing, Josuke pulls your sticky bodies apart and gazes down at his throbbing member. After the marathon session you had, he’s glad to see that the thing still works. He looks over at your sleeping form, pondering rousing you from your slumber to go for round…seven? Eight? As his hand touches your shoulder you roll onto your back and take a deep breath in. He watches your plump breasts heave up and down. His eyes flick from your sore nipples to your swollen, parted lips. A devilish idea forms. It would be cruel to just wake you up, wouldn’t it?

Josuke carefully moves down the bed and slowly slides your legs apart. He leans over and places a hesitant kiss to your left nipple. Nothing. Smirking, he sticks out his warm, wet tongue and slides it around your areola. You emit the smallest whimper. He rewards you by lapping properly at your nipple, rolling the bud around the tip of his tongue. A heavenly sigh escapes you, sending blood straight to his length.

He mirrors his ministrations on your other breast, mindful not to wake you. His hand moves to your entrance and he swipes your slit with his fingertip. You’re incredibly wet. Some of it’s from the night before, he knows, but the idea that you want him so badly you could even become soaking in your sleep turns him on more than you’ll ever know.

He decides you’ve had enough teasing and lowers himself to the edge of the bed. Normally, you’re such a light sleeper that he’d never be able to do this in his wildest dreams. Now that he has the chance, he plans to take full advantage.

With the first swipe of his tongue across your clit, you inhale sharply. Josuke hesitates, fearing that he’s already woken you. He waits for your breathing to return to normal before licking you again, massaging your swollen mound slowly and deliberately. This time you moan in earnest, a soft and needy answer to his actions. Josuke can’t help but groan against your pussy, daring to push your legs slightly farther apart so that he can eat you out more fervently.

When Josuke tastes your soaking wet folds he closes his eyes. He presses his hard cock against the side of the mattress and ruts shamelessly against it. Your juices on his tongue, memories of thrusting into your body the night before, knowing he’s the cause of your arousal- all of it makes him dizzy with lust.

As his tongue glides up and around your sensitive hole, stopping every once in a while to tease your clit, Josuke notices your breathing is increasingly erratic. Part of him wonders if you’re only pretending to be asleep, but part of him doesn’t care. Just the idea of you cumming in your sleep drives him wild.

“Yeah? You like when I lick your pretty little pussy?” He whispers against you, hoping in some subconscious universe you’ll hear him coaxing you on, “Gonna cum just from my tongue?” Your fingers twitch response, gripping the sheets beneath you. You moan more ardently as Josuke tongues your hole. Even in the dream world it feels incredible.

Suddenly, you’re crying out, gushing on Josuke’s face and tongue as your orgasm tears you out of sleep. You whine his name as your body trembles, the reality of your surroundings and current situation settling in. Josuke grins triumphantly as he laps up your juices, milking every last drop from your clenching pussy.

He stops humping the side of the bed and gets back on it, wasting no time connecting your lips with his own. You moan into the kiss, brain feverishly trying to make sense of the sensations bombarding you. Josuke hooks an arm underneath your right leg as his tongue massages your own, delving deep into your mouth in a haze of arousal.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” He grunts, rubbing the leaking head of his cock against your sopping wet entrance. His body is heavy against your own. It presses you firmly into the mattress, leaving you no choice but to writhe in pleasure with over-stimulation.

“Please,” You gasp, wrapping your arms around Josuke’s neck and threading your fingers through his disheveled hair. You don’t have to ask him twice, his member is already trying to slide into you. After a few unsuccessful attempts to penetrate you due to slipping in your slick, his length finally breaches your hole and both of you groan in response.

Josuke wastes no time seating himself fully inside of you. He takes the briefest of pauses to plant a wet kiss on your lips, then his hips are snapping against your own. After everything you’re incredibly sensitive, hovering on the edge of another orgasm as he roughly takes you.

“Next time you…want me to f-fuck you while you’re asleep?” Feral Josuke is a hard one to come by, but by no means unwelcome. He grunts and groans as he cants into you, thick cock stretching your walls at a bruising pace. Being as strong as he is, he’s usually too concerned about hurting you to truly let himself go, no matter how often you tell him you’re not going to break. This time, it’s like he’s lost himself in your body, “You want that, baby?”

You squeal as he rams you over and over, “Y-yes…Josuke!” Just the thought of him prying you open with his dick while you lay unaware and defenseless makes you throb with delight. It’s enough to send you spiraling into another orgasm. Josuke moans and grips your hips tight as your walls spasm along his shaft.

“I’ll make you cum on my cock again and again, just like that,” His own breathing is growing ragged even as he teases you, not once stopping to let you come down from your high. The over-stimulation of it all sends tears to your eyes, but you wouldn’t ask him to stop for anything. Having Josuke near you, around you, inside of you, inhaling his scent, hearing him as he releases control of himself just for you- it’s an intoxicating ride you never want to get off of.

Without warning, Josuke shifts your body and bends your other knee so that he’s deeper inside of you with every thrust. His heavy balls slap your ass in rhythm with his movements, and your nails dig into the back of his neck and shoulder blade. He loves it when you kiss the dark purple star of his birthmark, and he loves it more when the indent of your nails cut right across it.

“So good, your pussy feels s-so good,” He murmurs, relishing in your squeaks and moans and the squelching sound your bodies make as they separate. Sweat drips off of his forehead and onto your face and neck. You’re the one person allowed to see Josuke like this- filthy, unhinged, tousled. The way others can only dream of seeing him.

You feel him getting close. His breath grows ragged, groans higher in pitch, thrusts inconsistent. Josuke presses you flat against the mattress as he finally cums, spurting thick, white ropes of semen straight into your core. You mewl as his warmth fills you. No matter how many times you take his seed, it always feels electrifying. It’s a pain in the ass to clean, but something about it leaves you both breathless.

It takes a long while before you finally have the energy to ask Josuke to roll over. He does, sliding out of you with a slick squelching sound, his cum dripping down your thighs. Your whole body aches all over, memories of the previous night combined with your morning debauchery. Even so, Josuke’s cheeky grin as he stares up at your stretching form fills you with affection.

“You’re beautiful,” He croons in that greasy way of his. As long as you’ve been together, his sincerity still feels like he’s just buttering you up. It’s awfully endearing.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” You tease, slapping him on the shoulder and willing yourself to go wash up. If Josuke’s to be off all day, a nice, hot bath should get you ready for anything else he has in store for you. His pretend pout turns into a mischievous grin as you grab a towel from the dresser drawer. As soon as you see his expression, you violently shake your head, “No. Absolutely not.”

“Come on!” Josuke calls after you as you quickly exit the room. You wish you had some sort of spray bottle you could shoo him away with. He trails behind you, giving you a sharp slap to the ass just before you slip into the bathroom.

“How long has it been since we did it in the shower?” He asks, disheartened. As you lean against the bathroom door, you think back. How long had it been? A mere moment later, you roll your eyes and toss the towel you held to the side. Josuke’s shit-eating grin greets you the moment you open the door.

Maybe one more round won’t hurt.

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[that-one-fandom-vore-blog]

Character A accidentally eats Character B in their sleep. Character A is absolutely embarrassed, but Character B thinks it's funny.

I refuse to look at this any longer-- have 2k words of utter fuckshit <3

Lex Foster was used to being woken up without warning.

Living with a poor excuse for a parent had left her used to jolting awake in a cold sweat at the sound of the front door creaking open— used to struggling to calm her heart rate at the noise of footsteps in the hall, her breaths only evening out once they passed her and Hannah’s room. She was used to nightmares that left her out of breath. Used to Hannah climbing into her bed and holding her tightly whenever she spent too long out of her sight for comfort.

She was used to having to pull herself out of bed at even the slightest change in behaviour form Hannah’s side of the room, too— used to sacrificing her own comfort for that of her sister. Rude awakenings were just... part of the whole “living where she did” thing, and even when she wasn’t sleeping at home, she wasn’t exactly immune to them, seeing as she was literally dating a giant... who had a tendency to snore, or purr, or nestle his enormous head right next to her just when she’d about dozed off on his pillow. 

Like he was doing now.

The movement had been subtle to begin with— just the feeling of breath on her shoulder and the soft vibrations of Ethan purring at her side like he often did, followed by the brush of a nose against her ribcage that had caused her eyelids to flutter, though that wasn’t the thing that had wrenched her from sleep’s clutches, no. 

See, the thing that had woken her had been warm. 

And slimy. 

And very unpleasant to experience god-knew-how-fucking-late at night. 

Said thing had been Ethan’s fucking tongue. 

Jolting awake in an instant at sensation of a damp, hot muscle dragging across her side and part of her cheek, a startled yelp pulled from Lex’s throat as she scrambled to adjust to the darkness surrounding her. 

“Eth,” she croaked, voice thick with sleep and confusion, “th’ hell...”

There wasn’t much light in Ethan’s bedroom— just some that filtered in from the bathroom light under the door— but there was enough to illuminate the parts of his face closest to her with an eerie sort of glow. From where she was laying, she could see most of his nose, alongside the soft curve of his lips and the darkness of his mostly-open mouth, though that wasn’t what caught her attention. 

No, what caught her attention was the fact that he was still fucking asleep from the look of it. After all, when he pulled shit like licking her out of fucking nowhere, usually, he’d glance down at her with a mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes and a feigned look of innocence, not... do what he was doing now, which was snore. 

Oh.

Lex’s heart rate slowed. 

He’s so fucking dead when he wakes up.

Raising a hand to rub her cheek clean of spit, Lex shook her head slightly before giving a small, somewhat endeared sigh and leaning back a little further on his pillow. “You’re really lucky you’re cute, y’know,” she murmured up to him, her voice barely raising above a whisper. As much as she sorta wanted to wake him... he’d earned the rest, and his sleep schedule was fucked... this was good for him. 

That, and it was nice to see him looking so peaceful. 

It was a rare look for Ethan to be wearing— one of complete and utter calm— and Lex would be lying if she said it didn’t look damn good on him. 

Gone was the usual tightness of his jaw. Gone was the furrow in his brow. Even his fucking hair seemed to have relaxed, hanging loosely in a couple of natural curls over his face rather than slicked back with whatever shit he usually caked it in to make it stay the way he liked it— and although she knew his mental state had nothing to do with whether or not he’d washed out his hair gel, she couldn’t help but soften just a little, and her demeanor only softened further when he gave a soft exhale that turned into a quiet, gentle sort of purr that vibrated up from his chest and surrounded her with a warm thunder. 

“...for a giant, anyway,” she added under her breath, despite knowing deep down that that was a fucking lie. 

Even if he didn’t look the way he did, she still... probably would’ve fallen for him. After all, giant or not, Ethan was the sort of guy who just... made her feel safe. And okay, sure, maybe his height or his fangs had something to do with it— and maybe his intimidating demeanor was a plus when it came to knowing nothing would harm her in his grasp, but even without it, she wouldn’t have felt threatened to be in his presence in the slightest, because he was Ethan.

Just a fucking dork who happened to like her for one reason or another. 

Just someone who treated her kindly despite the world insisting she deserved otherwise. 

Just someone who was softly rumbling beside her with a half asleep, almost contented look on his face that made her heart melt a little and a chuckle catch in her throat. 

How, again, had she gotten so lucky? 

Even though his spit was drying on her face and along the side of the hoodie she hadn’t bothered changing out of to sleep— the same spit she could literally see dripping past his wickedly sharp teeth— he was still infuriatingly endearing.

Or maybe that was just her tired mind mistaking the fact that he was literally drooling for cuteness. 

Probably the latter. 

Fuck, she needed to sleep. 

With that thought firmly in her mind, Lex gave a small sigh and slowly let her eyes drift shut once more, smirking softly at the thought of the hell she was going to give him once he woke up. Already, there was a monologue forming in her head about the whole thing. He’d probably wake up first, then she’d groan and mumble something incoherent about the lights or whatever because she’d forget she’d actually meant to say something, but when she saw his face, she’d remember the fact that he’d woken her up with his fucking tongue, and then she’d—

A hot wave of breath caused her eyes to snap open. 

“Eth—”

His tongue interrupted her— this time, the lick was needier, scooping her up ever so slightly, his head moving closer to a point where most of her upper body ended up past his lips, a sharp gasp pulling from her in response. 

Oh, no fucking way.

Squirming slightly as a reflex, pushing back against the muscle with as much force as she could muster, Lex gave a small squeak as Ethan’s position began to shift, his tongue withdrawing just long enough for him to prop himself up on his hands and lean down, the distance between her and his mouth only existing for a second before closing yet again. Thick strands of spit dribbled out onto her, and as she tried to muster enough breath to ask him what the fuck he was doing, again, his fucking tongue stopped that before it could even start— the muscle’s tip dragging firmly across her face in a damn near cheeky fashion. 

When it pulled away, Lex tried to do the same. 

She didn’t get very far. 

“Ethan, cut it the fuck— MMPH!”

This time, when his lips closed partly around her, his tongue slipped out from between them and gathered up her legs, and with a quick backward flick of his head and a painfully audible slurp, Lex found herself sprawling against the slippery surface of his tongue, sputtering, struggling to get up onto her hands and knees. She could feel his breath all around her, now, humid and heavy and hot above all else on her face, and the heat only intensified when she lost her balance and fell with a soft splat onto the surface of his tongue. In seconds, her hair was soaked through, and even though she opened her eyes in an attempt to make out where in his mouth she was, it didn’t change a thing. 

It was usually close to pitch black inside his jaws, but in an already darkened room, she couldn’t see anything, leaving her with nothing but what she could feel to guess what was happening. 

Not that it was hard to feel what was happening. 

Unable to keep a soft sound of surprise from pulling up from her throat, Lex squirmed reflexively as his tongue shoved up against her, dragging across her without a single care as a pleased rumble shook through the small space. She could vaguely make out other parts of his maw as she was pushed rather roughly against them— the roof of his mouth and the ridges there, the indents of his gums, the hard points of his teeth— the only real constant was the tongue that seemed content to flip her over and over to a point where she could hardly tell which way was up and the slick spit that caused her to slip and slide around on the cushy surface. 

For FUCK’S sake.

Wriggling slightly, inhaling, trying to get her bearings as gravity changed— did he fucking roll over?— she couldn’t help but groan as she felt his tongue squish against her, the muscle tensing— forcing her backward—

“Ethan, come the fuck ON—”

Her words were lost in a slick, all-encompassing gulp. 

Her squirming kicked up a notch at the feeling of muscles slithering and contracting all around her, eagerly cramming her down into a sticky sort of darkness that she knew all too well. The sounds of his esophageal muscles clenching were familiar, dragging her down his throat with an ease she couldn’t help but relax into, albeit, after a small amount of squirming in an attempt to get comfortable for the short journey downward. 

It was a little longer than usual, though— maybe because Ethan was asleep— his swallows gentle, barely moving her down at all until he finally shifted his position and peristalsis took hold, massaging her further down his gullet… further, further— the passageway growing tighter before opening up entirely, causing her to slide into an enclosed space that greeted her with a hollow grumble. 

For a few seconds, all she did was sit still, processing. 

After all, Ethan had just swallowed her without any fucking warning— surely he’d roll over and prod at her sometime soon. Hell, she could already hear him giving a small inhalation— surely he’d…

Any thoughts of him having noticed her disappeared when a sound rumbled through the air around her. 

A heavy, contented snore. 

Oh, Ethan Green, you’re so fucking dead. 

In the morning… I’m gonna fucking gut you.

As much as the idea of waking him up was appealing… the sound of a gentle purr was enough to make her sigh and settle down a little further. 

She had to admit, there… were worse places to sleep. The walls around her were soft— plush and warm and a little sticky, sure, but soft above all else— and the noises of his body, his breathing, his heartbeat, every gurgle and groan that echoed around her in the dark… they were all his noises. Wholly and completely— and they weren’t noises that could harm her, just… an ambient sort of backing track as she closed her eyes once more and begrudgingly settled down against the ruage, running her fingers over the grooves and lines somewhat absently.

It was all just… familiar. 

Familiar and comfortable, and although that was definitely a weird thing to think about her boyfriend’s innards, Lex didn’t have time to ponder it before sleep pulled her under, a smug smirk on her face as she drifted off. 

Only to be woken up by a panicky “Babe?” and the feeling of someone pushing in on her from the outside what felt like seconds after she’d fallen asleep.

So naturally, she was in a shitty mood. 

Tired, slimy, and wanting nothing more than to snuggle down into Ethan’s guts without another word, Lex’s eyes flicked open in an irritated glare. 

“Yeah, genius,” she huffed, raising one leg and pushing it hard against the nearest wall to a point where it folded under her weight, “who else were you expecting?”

Silence fell after her words.

Her leg twitched slightly where it was jammed against his stomach wall.

The soft thumping of his heart beating somewhere high above her grew louder, faster in a way that let her know he was struggling to process the situation and to find the right thing to say—

“Ah, shit.”

Lex couldn’t help but snort. “What a way with words you have.” She deadpanned, at which Ethan gave a soft huff and prodded her a little harder. The wall she was pressing on twitched slightly under his touch, causing her to bend her knee as he adjusted his position.

“Fuck, I— are you okay? I didn’t...” When he trailed off, Lex’s demeanour softened.

The irritation dropped from her voice— as much as she wanted to chew him out for carelessly gulping her down, she... couldn’t.

“Nah,” she responded after a beat spent listening to the soft churns and groans around her, “just... licked me up like a fuckin’ candy. Not gonna lie, if you wanted to sleep on a full stomach...”

Lex pushed a little harder with her leg.

“You could’ve just asked.”

Ethan’s breath hitched. “I— I don’t—“ he started to stammer, though Lex cut him off with a laugh.

“You sure fucking seemed like you wanted it last night. Drooled like a fucking dog. It was kinda gross, but then again... nice to know you think I taste good, I guess.”

It was times like these where she wished she could see his face when she was inside him. He was so fucking blushing right now, and judging by the sounds of him trying to formulate a full sentence, he was stammering slightly— lips twitching and brows furrowed in an expression of stubborn defiance.

“I—“ he tried again, though again, Lex cut him off.

“Just take this one,” she advised with a smirk, shifting to lay on her back. “You licked me for awhile, so even if you won’t admit it, sleepy you will.”

Silence again.

Well, not silence, seeing as his stomach was more than happy to fill the absence of sound with a few choice gurgles as Lex adjusted her position, her hands slipping ever so slightly on the pliant, soft flesh, but it was a silence nonetheless. An absence of speech.

“...fine.”

Until it wasn’t.

Using a fingertip, Lex prodded upward at where she could vaguely feel the imprint of his hand. “There you go,” she huffed, “nice of you to tell the truth.”

“You make it sound like I’m a liar.”

“I could practically hear you misspell that.”

Don’t laugh, don’t laugh...

She wanted to dissolve into giggles. Fuck, his expression was probably priceless— though it wasn’t like Lex was totally in the dark.

Sure, his stomach was pitch black, but she could hear all the signs of embarrassment— a quickened heartbeat, shallower breaths, hell, it even felt warmer in his guts to an extent— though before she could find another phrase to dig the proverbial knife in deeper—

“...Y’know, you didn’t wake me up... so you can’t hate it that much...”

Ethan beat her to the punch.

Lex’s face flushed.

“I—“

“Just take this one,” Ethan parroted, his tone nothing short of downright infuriatingly smug, “even if you won’t admit it, sleepy you will.”

God fucking damn it.

Don’t laugh.

Lex’s lips twitched.

Her shoulders shook.

And when she burst into giggles, she wasn’t alone in it.

Not by a long shot.

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

For the writing requests: Zedaph with a fear of heights?

I seriously love getting such open-ended prompts like this because then I can just go wild. Hope you like what I’ve written!

CW: panic attack

…

  There’s a reason Zedaph doesn’t usually fly places. He prefers to travel by nether where possible, but on this occasion, there’s no point going all the way through the nether hub when he can just fly over the mountain to Impulse’s base. It’s a short flight so everything should be okay.

  But the one thing he forgets to check before he sets off is the durability of his elytra.

  As he’s flying over the cliff, he feels a jerk and realises immediately that his elytra has snapped. He starts to drop but, reacting quickly, manages to grab onto the very edge of the cliff, stopping his fall. 

  However, his grip doesn’t last long.

  He lets out a screech as he slips down the mountain face, struggling wildly for a foothold. After a few seconds, he’s able to catch one on on a small stone ledge sticking out from the cliff about a quarter of the way down. He manages to turn himself around but he soon realises that was a BIG mistake.

  Because now he can see the two hundred block drop below him. 

  Already starting to panic, Zedaph shakily takes out his communicator. 

<Zedaph> Help!

<Zedaph> Elytra broke!

<Zedaph> Stuck on a cliff!

<Zedaph> Can’t get down!

  As he’s typing out his coordinates, he gets three messages in a row.

<Tango> Are you okay? Where are you?

<Impulse> Where are you Zed?? 

<Xisuma> Where are you? I can help! 

  Zedaph manages to send his coordinates before panic overwhelms him and he presses himself against the stone cliff face, squeezing his eyes shut. His world sways around him, making him dizzy and threatening to send him pitching forwards to the ground below.

  Xisuma is the first to arrive on the scene. One look up tells him that Zedaph is too low down to be grabbed from above, so he sets about trying to find a way to save his friend from down here.

  “Where is he?!” Tango gasps, landing neatly on the ground next to him. 

  Xisuma points him out. “There. We need a way to either slow or break his fall. I don’t suppose you have any splash potions of slow falling, do you?”

  Tango shakes his head. “N-No, I don’t. What about water?” 

  “Good idea, but too risky. From down here, we can’t tell where he’ll fall and we don’t have time to cover the whole area in enough water to completely break his fall.”

  Up on the cliff, about three minutes have passed since Zedaph first called for help, but it feels like over three hours to the terrified hermit. One glance down tells him that a crowd is forming under him but he can’t force himself to look down long enough to see who’s there. The only thing he could make out in his brief glance down is the bright yellow design he recognises from Impulse’s t-shirt. 

  “Zedaph!” 

  He almost glances down again but the nausea and panic rising in him is causing him to freeze. 

  Tango tries again: “ZED! Do you have anything on you to help get you down?!”

  Zedaph knows he should look in his inventory. Perhaps he has an ender pearl on him? It would be worth the pain of pearling from all the way up here if it meant he could be on the ground in seconds, and avoiding a terrifying fall would certainly be a bonus.

  But he can’t. He can’t move. His hands are gripping the stone indents so tightly that his knuckles are turning white. If he lets go, if he moves, if he tries to check his inventory, if he looks down, if he even opens his eyes…

  ...he’ll fall.   “He can’t get down!” Tango gasps. “What do we do?!”

  “Slime!” comes a voice from above.

  The small crowd looks up to find Iskall swooping overhead. He lands quickly on the ground and starts handing out slime blocks. “This’ll break his fall. Quick!” 

  Tango, Iskall, Impulse, Xisuma, and a few others start to spread the slime blocks all over the ground, creating a bouncy platform that will save Zedaph if he falls. 

  But less than a minute later, a terrifying scream sounds from above them as Zedaph finally loses his grip and slips right off the ledge.

  Zedaph screams again as he plummets, his hands wildly grasping at the air in a futile attempt to slow his fall. He knows he will die if he hits the ground, but there’s nothing he can do to stop it from happening. 

  Below him, he hears two distinctive voices scream his name. 

  A second later, he feels himself hit a bouncy surface and ricochet off. Arms flailing, he falls the six or so blocks to the ground, taking only a heart or two of damage as he does. He lies where he fell, gasping for breath through panic and adrenaline. 

  “Everyone get back!” calls Xisuma’s hazy voice. “Give him some room! He needs air!”

  He feels someone drop down next to him. “Zed! Zed, can you hear me?!”

  Zedaph can tell from his voice that Tango is terrified out of his mind right now, but he can’t summon the energy to talk or even nod. He is fully hyperventilating now, his lungs heaving as he tries and fails to gulp in enough oxygen through his sobs. 

  “What do I do?!” cries Tango in distress. “I don’t know what to do! How do I help him?!”

  Then a newcomer arrives. “Stay calm, Tango. Reassure him that you’re there and he’s safe. Keep saying that. And remind him to keep breathing.”

  “O-Okay…!” Tango takes a deep, shaky breath. “Z-Zed, it’s okay, I’m here. You’re safe, I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere.”

  The knot in Zedaph’s chest loosens slightly. 

  He feels Tango’s hand on his shoulder. “Breathe, Zed. Breathe deeply. In, out. In, out.”

  “Don’t tell him to breathe deeply,” comes the other voice. It sounds familiar but Zedaph can’t quite identify it just yet. “Just breathe. Mimic normal rhythm and it’ll return.”

  “R-Right, right. In. Out. In. Out. Can you do that for me? In. Out. In. Out.”

  Even though Zedaph knows Tango well enough to see through his calm facade, just the presence of his best friend is allowing him to slowly calm down. He mimics the timing of Tango’s breaths, his heartrate slowly but surely returning to normal. 

  At that moment, he hears the voice of his other best friend from somewhere behind him. “-want to see him! I want to see Zed!”

  Zedaph’s eyes are closed but he feels Impulse’s presence immediately. He breathes shakily but deeply out, finally able to stem the tears flowing from his eyes. 

  He rolls onto his back, one hand resting on his aching chest. 

  Someone takes his other hand and clasps it tightly. “It’s okay,” Impulse’s voice whispers. “You’re okay, Zed. You’re safe.” 

  Impulse’s hand in his and Tango’s reassuring hand on his shoulder helps Zedaph relax. His breathing returns to normal and he tilts his head back slightly, his stomach swimming with nausea. 

  He opens his mouth and manages to croak, “T-Tango.”

  “We’re here.” Tango can hardly raise his voice above a raspy whisper. “We’re both here.”

  Finally, Zedaph manages to open his eyes. Sure enough, he finds the pale faces of his best friends gazing worriedly down at him. 

  As he struggles to sit up, Impulse and Tango both immediately place a hand behind his back to help him. “Take it easy,” says Impulse softly. “You gave us a real scare, buddy.” 

  Gripping his best friends’ arms for support, Zedaph lets out a long breath. “I-I gave myself the fright of my life, th-that’s for sure.”

  “Zed…” Tango hesitates. “What happened up there? Why didn’t you open your inventory?”

  “I...um...” Zedaph also hesitates. He trusts his best friends implicitly but this is something he has never shared with anyone before. “I have acrophobia.”

  Tango gives his best friend a concerned frown. “Zed, I’ve known you for years. How have you never told me you’re scared of heights?” 

  Zedaph shrugs helplessly. “I-I don’t know, it just never came up before. It’s not as bad when I fly with an elytra cuz I’ve had years of practise; it’s just extended periods of time where I’m high up and I just freak out completely. I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. And I’m sorry for scaring you guys.”

  Tango quickly shakes his head. “No no, don’t apologise. I’m just so relieved you’re okay.”

  Zedaph closes his eyes and rests his head on Tango’s shoulder. “Me too.”

  In the ensuing pause, the same voice from before says, “How often do you have panic attacks?”

  Opening his eyes again, Zedaph looks up and finds Grian standing a few blocks away, a concerned look on his face. “Hardly ever. This one just got triggered because of my acrophobia. You?”

  Grian hesitates, glancing from Impulse and Tango to Zedaph. He realises that Zedaph can tell from the way he calmly and efficiently gave his advice that he’s no stranger to panic attacks “Not often. Anymore.”

  “Thanks for helping us out, there,” Tango says gratefully. “I wouldn’t have had any idea what to do if it wasn’t for you.”

  “Don’t worry about it. I’ve been in both your places before. And let’s just say I know from experience that if there’s anything worse than having a panic attack, it’s having one in the presence of people who don’t know how to help you.” 

  Impulse gives a thin smile. “Well, we’ll definitely know what to do if it happens again in future. Thanks, man.”

  “No worries.” Grian smiles back at him, before glancing down at Zedaph. “And Zedaph, take as much time to recover from this as you need to, without feeling guilty or like you should be over it by now. I don’t know how many attacks you’ve had in the past but take it from me: rushing your recovery will make things worse. Take some time to relax.”

  Zedaph manages a nod. “I will. Thank you.”

  Grian nods back. “Feel better, man. I’ll see you later.” 

  As Grian walks off, Zedaph attempts to rise to his feet, but his legs buckle. Thankfully, Tango and Impulse are right there to steady him and lift him up. 

  “Where do you want to go, Zed?” Tango asks gently. “Anywhere you want.” 

  After a moment, Zedaph glances up at Tango, then at Impulse. “I want to lie on the grass outside Toon Towers with you two and as much cake as I can eat.”

  Tango and Impulse exchange a grin.

  “We can arrange that.” 

[jensungf]

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 ∞ 𝐩.𝐣𝐬

summary: park jisung was supposed to be more than a passing cloud, than a fleeting moment. 

pairing: reader + park jisung ft. childhood friend!mark genre: high school!au, angst, fluff, some comedy too cus dreamies are funny af word count: 7.7k warnings: language, mentions of nausea

author’s note: i’m super happy to announce that i hit my first follower milestone!! thank you to the 100+ precious people who decided to follow my horrid blog, i really appreciate each and everyone one of you and i hope you enjoy this story to celebrate!

this is a sequel to my story passing clouds so please check that out first before you read this.

Jisung felt sick to his stomach. Like the time Donghyuck had somehow managed to convince him, or more so, drag him against his will onto that horrid Viking ride that day they went to the theme park together. Jisung had clutched onto the bars for dear life, and he could’ve sworn that his stomach flipped-flopped inside out and back again, with his life flashing before his eyes, all while his friends laughed at his misery. But now, along with the deja vu in the form of nausea churning in his stomach; he felt as if his chest was being constricted from the unbearable weight of guilt that was consuming his body. The gloomy skies thundered outside, as if the heavens above were laughing at his misery. As if they were chanting a mantra, reminding him that he fucked up as his head replayed the words you had sobbed just mere moments ago. He should’ve known it was a bad idea then — yet only after facing the pit in his stomach and the echoes of your cries did he know how ditching you was in fact, an irreversible mistake that might’ve cost him more than just his friendship with you.

He clenched his fists, knuckles turning white from the iron-grip on his phone as his arms fell limply to his side. What had he done?

Jaemin spoke first, as the boys all quieted down from their gaming soon after witnessing the conversation. “What the hell did you do, Jisung?”

Jisung winced. Jaemin rarely swore around him, much less directly at him. He knew he fucked up, and his friends could see the defeat in his eyes. The tension in the air thickened as Jisung’s mouth parched, unable to find the right words that could give a single reasonable explanation as to why he chose to do what he did.

“I fucked up,” he croaked plainly, running his hand hurriedly through his hair. “I hurt (Y/N).”

Jaemin’s hand balled up as he narrowed his eyes. He cared for you a lot — all the boys did. They loved you like their own sister. Jaemin’s expression softened at the sight of the youngest’s agony but he remained stern. “What did you do, Jisung?”

“(Y/N) and I.. we were supposed to go to the movies together today. But I never showed up.” Jisung’s knees felt like giving out. “I didn’t think she would actually be that upset that I didn’t show up! I-I thought she would just call someone else to watch it with her, or something. I didn’t she would blow up at me...”

“How could you not expect her to blow up at you when you literally stood her up?” Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief. Jisung bit his lip in reluctance and the other boys frowned. Jisung was usually rational, and thought about his actions before he did anything. They didn’t understand what had led him to do this.

“Why did you flake on her?” Renjun asked quietly. Jisung averted his eyes, looking down at the floor. “I don’t know. I just felt like it.”

Donghyuck scoffed, “That’s such bullshit and you know it.”

Chenle’s frown deepened. Seeing his closest friend trying to deflect the truth was so unusual. He tried to piece it together, hitting the nail on the head with a simple question.

“Don’t you like her?”

Jisung’s heart twisted into knots. “What? O-Of course I do, she’s my friend.”

“No, of course you like her Jisung, we all do. I’m asking if you like her.”

A pause hung in the air as they all patiently waited for his answer (despite the obvious.)

“Y-Yeah. I do. I like her so much, guys. And I freaking messed up.” He confessed, choking up as tears prickled his eyes. “I was scared. We planned this last week while we were studying, and I thought she was joking about it being a movie date but she was actually serious and kept bringing it up.”

“That’s a good thing though, isn’t it? You could’ve made a move on her.” Donghyuck pointed out in slight disbelief.

“I know, but I got scared! I thought.. what if she didn’t like me back, and I was taking this the wrong way? I didn’t want to make the next step and embarrass myself when— if she rejected me. I knew it was childish of me to try and be cool and play it off, but… I don't know. I-I really just thought she could do better...” Jisung buried his head into his hands, his shame and insecurities washing over him. “Mark just came back into town too, and I always thought he was a better match for her than me.”

He sucked in his breath, lips quivering. “I.. I told myself that if I just chickened out then she would replace me with him or something. So it didn’t matter if I went or not.”

“(Y/N) would never do that and you know that! It’s so obvious she likes you back,” Chenle couldn’t help but grow frustrated at how unreasonable Jisung was being with the whole situation. How could he possibly even think like that?

Jaemin inhales deeply, shaking his head in disapproval. “If you really liked her back, then you would’ve thought about how your actions would have affected her and how she would’ve reacted.”

Jisung lifts his head up, eyes bloodshot as tears drip down his face. “Guys, I fucked up. I hurt her feelings and—” His breath hitched, “S-she told me that I could go play whatever games I wanted as long as they weren’t with her! I didn’t mean to make her feel like she was just someone I used to pass time or she was a game!”

“Jisung, of course she would think that way! You can’t just mess around with her feelings like that. You ditched her without even giving her a plausible reason or heads up, and you argued with her and said that we mattered more than she did, even though we’re all friends!” Jaemin huffed exasperatedly.

He pauses to catch his breath, almost sobbing at this point. “I don’t know how to fix this. What if she never forgives me?”

“I’m so disappointed in you, Jisung. How do you expect her to forgive you?” Jaemin suddenly stands up, throwing his hands up in frustration.

Everyone’s eyes widened at Jaemin’s irritated tone. He rarely ever scolded Jisung, always showering the younger boy in love and affection. He even treated him like his little brother. Jisung's mouth hung agape at Jaemin’s harsh words. He knew he deserved it, but it stung even more coming from Jaemin.

Jaemin scowled before turning his back and storming out of the room. Everyone froze, stunned.

Jeno was the first to react. “I’ll go talk to him,” he said before stepping outside of the room.

The rest of the boys turned to Jisung who was flopped on the floor, his usually tall stature curling into a tiny ball like a small child. Chenle sighed before getting up to rub Jisung’s back comfortingly.

“You made a big mistake,” Renjun says bluntly from his spot.  

“But so does everyone. Everyone has their insecurities, Jisung. You’re still growing so you still have an opportunity to learn from them so you don’t make the same ones again. But it’s a fleeting opportunity so don’t take it for other’s kindness for granted. You owe her an apology, and if you’re sincere enough, she’ll at least hear you out. You know how (Y/N) is — she’s a very understanding person.”

Chenle and Donghyuck nod their head in agreement. “We’ve all made mistakes before. It’s a part of life.” Chenle adds.

Jisung weakly mumbles a thank you, wiping the tears from his swollen face. The boys all give him a pat on the back and a tight-lipped smile. As much as they agreed that what he did was wrong, he was still their brother. It was their job to be there for him, to support him and guide him along the path even if he made mistakes.

Jeno popped in from the doorway. “We’re going to go clean up for dinner. We’ll call you down when the food is ready.” The boys all begin to shuffle out, leaving Jisung alone with his thoughts.

He feels such agonizing frustration, but he knows that he has no one else to blame but himself. He was the sole reason you had been hurt. It was his fault, his actions, that caused you pain. At the sound of your sobs replaying through his head, he squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his hands so hard that his dull fingernails pierce the skin of his palms, leaving painful indents.

However, Jisung’s head snapped up as the door creaked open again. Jaemin's eyes softened as he took a seat next to Jisung.

“I’m sorry,“ Jisung mumbles, “I really hurt her even though I swear, I never meant to. You can be mad at me. I deserve it.”

Jaemin sighs before ruffling the younger’s head. “No, Jisung. I’m sorry for what I said.”

“I really care about both of you and I know you understand what you did was wrong. It really did hurt her, but she really likes you, you know. A lot more than you think.” Jaemin murmurs.

Jisung didn’t have the heart to tell Jaemin he didn’t actually know.

Although Jisung would always jokingly fight back against the older’s hugs when he would be the one initiating hugs and coddling him, this time, Jisung’s body relaxes as he lets the older boy wrap his arms around him.

“Thanks, Jaemin.” He sniffles. The older boy can only pull him in closer.

∞

He had a lot of work to do. Jisung sighs, leaning back in his chair before scribbling “Mission: Make it up to (Y/N)” on a piece of scratch paper. He scrutinized the blank page before groaning and crumpling it up in frustration.

Jisung facepalms the table with an astounding thud, earning a yelp from across him. “What the heck, Park Jisung! Are you trying to get a concussion?” Donghyuck screeched. The chocolate milk from his bowl of Fruity Pebbles cereal sloshes onto the surface of the table and into his lap.

“Sorry!” Jisung mutters. His older brother glares at him while furiously wiping his lap with napkins. “I just can’t think of how to get (Y/N) to forgive me. I suck at all this romantic gesture crap.”

Donghyuck wails, “Doesn’t mean you can just freaking slam your head into the table! What did the table ever do to you? Also now my favorite sweat-shorts are stained.”

Renjun walks by the kitchen and rolls his eyes in disgust. “First of all, who the hell eats fruity cereal with chocolate milk— you heathen. You deserved it.”

Donghyuck flicks his middle finger at Renjun’s back as Chenle bursts out in his iconic dolphin laughter.

“Jisung, if you get a concussion in this kitchen or break the table with that empty skull of yours, Jaemin is going to break your skull. And you know (Y/N) the best, don’t you? Use your remaining brain cells,” Renjun tutted with a pointed look.

Jisung nods but whispers something about there being only one brain cell in this whole damn house under his breath.

“Yeah, I know— ‘cause it belongs to me.”

Everyone simultaneously rolled their eyes at Renjun.

Jeno sits in front of the TV, fervently smashing buttons. His eyes never break away from the screen yet he manages to pipe up. “Why don’t you start by figuring out a list of what she likes?”

Jisung’s ears perk up at the suggestion. “That’s a great idea Jeno!” However, his excitement quickly turns into a huff of exasperation. “But (Y/N) likes so many things… Anime, ice cream, watching me dance, fangirling over —”

“Me, of course!” Hyuck singsongs with a cocky smirk.

The crumpled ball of paper smacks him dead in the nose. “Ow!”

“Wait, I know!” Jisung shouts enthusiastically as an idea pops into his head. The boys all turn to look at him. “She loves the cake from the bakery down the street!”

“Ah, Neo Bakery? The one with cherry bombs and puzzle piece cookies?” Jaemin asks.

Jisung nods, flashing his smile for the first time in days. “Yeah! Can we go right now? Please?”

“I don’t see why not,” Jaemin grins. All the boys shrug in agreement, and begin grabbing their jackets and shoes. Even Jeno leaves his game to join. But before they knew it, Jisung had dashed out the door, his sneakers barely on. “Meet you there!” He called out.

They all share a look and collectively sigh.

“He’s so whipped.”

“Yep.”

∞

By the time they had caught up to Jisung, they had found him standing in front of the quaint shoppe pacing back and forth like a lost child. Chenle shoulder-bumps him, causing him to stop in his tracks. “What the heck are you doing?”

“I didn’t want to go inside alone… It looks kind of empty,” He says sheepishly.

“Oh my god, you big baby, just go in and—” Donghyuck froze as the door he had pulled causes him to lurch forward. He tries to open the door again, but to no avail. It hadn’t budged.

Jisung runs up to the window, squishing his face against the cold glass to peer intently inside. It was empty.

“Guys,” Jeno whistled. They whirl their head in his direction. Renjun holds up a paper with the words “CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE” emblazoned in bold letters across the page. “You have got to be kidding me,” Jisung bemoans, accidentally hitting his head against the glass window in the process. He winces and rubs his reddening forehead.

“Keep that up and you’re going to lose all your brain cells before you even get a chance to speak to (Y/N),” Chenle snorts. Jisung’s nose scrunches up at his best friends and he turns to face everyone else. “Now what am I going to do?” He whines.

“I mean, are there any other places that she’d like?” asked Renjun.

Jisung shakes his head. “No, just that place. She really likes their strawberry cream cake.”

Jaemin wrinkles his nose at the mention of strawberry before he exclaims, “Ah! I got it!” A mischievous glint appears in his eyes. “Jeno, don’t you have Doyoung’s number?” Jeno stares at him quizzically before letting out a sound of realization and nodding. He quickly gets out his phone and scrolls until he finds the right contact while everyone else’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “We’re going to go to the supermarket now, let’s go Jisungie.” Jaemin beams proudly.

“What are you talking about? The supermarket? For what?”

“I got it!” Jeno announces, grinning before shoving his phone into Jisung’s ginormous hands. Jisung fumbles with it for a bit, earning a glare from Jeno. He gives an apologetic grin before looking down to read the screen.

“Woah, what? How’d you get the recipe!?” He exclaimed. Jeno shrugs yet doesn’t bother to hide his eye-smile. “I’m friends with Doyoung. He works there part-time as one of the bakers and he owes me a favor.”

“Wait, are we going to the supermarket to buy all the ingredients?” Jisung parrots bewilderedly. Chenle rolls his eyes and smacks his best friend upside the head, “Yes, you idiot. Now can we go? I’m starving too.”

Jisung’s smile ear to ear as they all make their way down the street. He was so lucky to have them.

∞

After a chaotic trip to the supermarket which had resulted in Renjun chasing down Hyuck in attempt to murder the cheeky boy for yet again trying to steal  his order of pork cutlet “by accident,” and Chenle trying to find his favorite Chinese ramen in the wrong aisle for a good 20 minutes, they had managed to get back home in one piece without getting kicked out by the manager again. (Everyone had blamed it on Jisung for accidentally knocking over the entire tower of cans on one of the tables, but he thought it was a stupid idea to even display cans in such a fashion. It wasn’t like it was one of Renjun’s weird art competitions or whatever.)

With the help of Jaemin and Jeno who both surprisingly had not fallen into the chaos, they had successfully checked off their shopping list.

“Now, we should measure out the ingredients first and then add it in so it makes it a lot quicker and easier,” Jaemin chastises as he puts on his apron. He turned around only to be met with the sight of Jisung coughing in the midst of a cloud of dust, desperately trying to wipe the cake flour that he had accidentally spilled everywhere off his black shirt.

“Park Jisung, I banned you from the goddamn kitchen for a reason but please, for the sake of (Y/N), get it together!”

Jaemin facepalmed. This was going to be a long ass ride afternoon.

∞

Cake was probably the most difficult thing Jisung has ever attempted to make in his life.“Why is this so hard? It’s just cake!” He stares at the gloppy mixture in front of him, lifting up the whisk only to be met with the sight of chunks of things he wasn’t even sure belonged in a cake.

First, it was the struggle with just simply washing strawberries. Jaemin had looked away for a single second and nearly went haywire when he saw what the younger boy was about to do.

Jisung had moved the strawberries into a bowl in the sink, running water and had just grabbed the container of green liquid when—

“Nooooooo! No!” screeched Jaemin. He smacked Jisung on the leg and scolded him with an incredulous look. “You don’t wash strawberries with dish soap, you idiot! Are you crazy!?”

Jisung shot him a puzzled look. “Wait, you don’t?”

With the self-restraint of every fiber in his body, Jaemin forced himself  to not strangle the other boy.

Then it was this. Jaemin should’ve known it was a horrible idea to try and even think about letting Jisung do this alone, but the boy had begged about about how he needed to prove himself to you and he needed all the credit. He pinched the bridge of his nose and left to go drag someone else in to help.

Jisung was perpetually frozen in his spot, his jaw still hung open. His brain was short-circuiting at this point. If he had followed all the instructions, how did it end up like this?

“You both are idiots,” Renjun shook his head, glaring at Jaemin who had dragged him away in the middle of a Moomin marathon and Jisung who was still blinking confusedly at the whisk in his hand.

“Please, Injunnie,” Jaemin pleaded, pouting with his lips puckered out and puppy-dog eyes. “Do it for (Y/N) and Jisung! We’re all counting on you!“

“Agh, fine.” Renjun rolled his eyes before going through the recipe once again.

“Oi, Park Jisung! Snap out of it!”  

“Huh, wha—?”

Renjun grabbed the whisk from him. He stares at the horrific mixture of what was definitely not cake batter and wrinkles his nose in disgust. “What the hell did you do?” He demands.

Jisung gives him a blank stare. Renjun examines the ingredients on the table and nearly faints.

“Jisung, this recipe says baking powder, not baking soda. And it says cake flour, you blockhead, not bread flour! Why do we even have bread flour!?”

“Actually, it’s because of Hyuck’s carb obsession,” Jaemin answers.

He immediately holds Renjun back from running off to fight the mentioned boy.

Jisung chortled, “Renjun, you’re the best!“

Renjun cuts him off by locking the taller boy in a loving chokehold and laughs. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Now help me would ya?”

∞

After about five hours of continuous screaming and threats of burning down the kitchen or someone’s hair (which may or may not be all by the hands of Renjun), they managed to successfully bake the cake. Jisung collapses on the couch besides his friends, finally giving his strained muscles a break from the hardcore struggle of baking. “Who knew baking was this hard?” Donghyuck teases the tired trio on the couch. Chenle laughs in delight at their suffering, and they all shoot him a dirty look. While they rest, Jeno begins cleaning the mess in the kitchen. “It looks like a goddamn tornado flew in here,” He mutters.

“My poor kitchen,” Jaemin weeps. He turns his head to pinch Jisung’s cheeks, “Ahhhh, the things I do for you and true love, my precious Jisungie.”

Jisung groans and slaps his hand away. Donghyuck and Chenle begin helping Jeno clean the mess as well. Just as they finish, the timer for the oven goes off.

Jisung sighs before getting up. “I’ll get it.” In his exhausted daze, he opens the oven and reaches out for the hot pan before —

“Ow, fuck!” He swears, retracting his now throbbing hand. “Language!” Jaemin scolds from his seat. Chenle rushes over, inspecting his hand. “Dude, are you okay?”

Jisung winces at the pain and mumbles, “I forgot the mitt.”

Jeno walks over and chides, “Go run it under cool water.” Jaemin and Renjun turned their heads from the couch. “Are you okay, ‘Sung?” Jaemin asks worriedly. Jisung nods weakly in response.

“We have burn salve, and I’ll help you bandage it afterwards,” Jeno grabs the burn salve from the cabinet and gently applies the salve to Jisung’s hand, who flinches even with the light pressure. “Chenle, can you get the cake?“ Jeno asks.

“I got it,” he reassures, skillfully taking the cake out with a mitt and closing the oven.

“Thanks,” Jisung then frowns at the white bandage wrapped around his palm. Y/N is probably going to freak if she sees this, he thinks to himself.

Despite the pain from his throbbing hand, the boys worked together to finish decorating the cake and celebrated by enjoying some of it as well. Surprisingly despite their clumsiness, it had turned out almost identical to the one from the bakery and didn’t taste bad at all. Now all Jisung had to do was just wait until he saw you tomorrow.

As he laid there in bed that night, he felt the gaping hole in his chest that had been masked by his chaotic day. He was missing something in his life the past couple of days. A hole in the shape of you. He felt like kicking something suddenly. Like himself. How could be so foolish as to push you away because of his own insecurities? You didn’t deserve a fool like him. The lump in his throat grew.

He closed his eyes tightly that night and sent a silent prayer up into the sky before he slept. Please give me another chance to love her. To make her happy.

∞

To say that Jisung was nervous, would be a great understatement. His entire livelihood depended on this. Well, maybe not livelihood but still. He didn’t know what he would do if you didn’t at least hear him out. He had trouble sleeping last night, his doubts and worries consuming him. The boys hadn’t questioned him this morning when they saw the bags under his eyes, yet still voiced their concerns only to be brushed off with a weak smile. This was what he deserved. And now he had to do what he must in order to earn your forgiveness. He had carefully wrapped the slice of strawberry cream cake in a box, with a red bow on top. He was never really one who was good at expressing his emotions through words, much less cheesy romantic gestures like this but he had practiced his apology at least a hundred times in front of his mirror the past few days. All he had to do now was just simply tell you it. Face to face.

His stomach churned as the memory of your cries and bitter words surfaced again. He shook his head in order to try and rid himself of those thoughts, which Chenle had noticed. He gave an encouraging pat to his friend’s back and murmured a soft “Hey, it’ll be okay.”

Jisung’s face twisted in slight anguish. “I don’t know, Lele…” He sighed. “I’m really scared. I really don’t know what I’d do if she doesn’t forgive me. I don’t even know if I really deserve another chance after what I did and said.”

“Jisung, she loves you a lot and you love her too. It would be foolish to say that you’d never hurt her but you need to prove that you won’t ever try and do it again. Just try your best and know that if she hears how sincere you are and see that you’re trying to learn from your mistakes, then you shouldn’t take that for granted ever again.” Chenle reassures.

Jisung smiles sadly before a look of determination replaces it. “Thanks, Chenle. It means a lot.”

Chenle smiles. “Any time, bro.”

∞

By the time lunch rolled around, Jisung felt like a shit ton of bricks had hit him. Usually, he would’ve seen you in the morning but you were nowhere to be found. He hadn't seen you in the halls or anywhere else at all, and worry was eating him up. Where in the world were you?

He took a seat besides his friends who all shot him a look of concern. “What’s wrong now?” Donghyuck questions gently. He hated seeing his youngest brother down in the dumps and although it was supposed to be resolved today, Jisung only looked more worn out.

“I haven't seen her at all today. Do you think she’s purposefully avoiding me?” Jisung feels his heart breaking even more at the possibility that you hated him to the point where you wouldn’t even want to see his face. His head drops in remorse.

“I don’t know,” Hyuck begrudgingly admits, “But don’t you have class with her?”

“Just some. But she was absent today. Usually I see her between classes as well and I haven’t seen her at all. What if she’s sick or she’s skipping class just to avoid me?”

“I doubt (Y/N) would ever skip class just for that reason… but you should just wait until class,” Renjun suggests. Jisung nods in disappointment, his expression resembling one of a kicked puppy. The boys exchange a look of pity and they eat their lunch quietly.

They could only hope for the best.

∞

Jisung mopes for the remainder of the day, feeling nothing but pure despair for his current situation. By the time the last class rolled around, he had basically given up on even seeing you today or even ever again for that matter. He stares at the dainty bag he prepared for you in deep regret before a familiar figure passes by him. (Y/N)?

His head snaps up so quickly he’s sure he almost gave himself whiplash.

It was you. You were here. You were here!

Relief washes throughout his body. His eyes followed you as you walked to your seat, yet he feels his body tense when you don’t even bother to glance back. You hadn’t spared him a single look since you had gotten to your desk but you could feel his stare burn holes into the back of your head. You didn’t actually know since you hadn’t looked at him since before this weekend but you had a gut feeling.

Still, you were stubborn and refused to turn around and give that jerk the satisfaction of attaining your precious attention.

It wasn’t fair of him to do that when he was the one who had hurt you. He was the one who had promised you his time, yet ended up treating you as if you were disposable — something he’d throw away once he had something better to do. You weren’t his priority.

You had basically spent all weekend curled up in your room sobbing into Mark’s arms. He had picked you up from the movie theater that fateful day and consoled you until the wee hours of night, patiently listening to you rant and bawl your heart out over a stupid, stupid boy. You felt so guilty since he had just come back into town and instead of spending time catching up, he had kept you company as you binge-watched sad movies to wallow in your heartbreak over a certain idiot by the name of Park Jisung.

(“I’m sorry Mark,” you blubbered as you cling onto his figure. He sighed as he rubbed your back soothingly, hoping to calm down your tears. You mumbled into his tear-stained shirt, “I didn’t expect you to come back and for this to happen. I ruined your weekend, didn’t I?”

“Well.. you might’ve,” He said, causing you to immediately sit and look at him with watery eyes and quivering lips. You opened your mouth to cry out even more but he stopped you. “Wait—I was kidding. Sort of but not really.. but it’s okay (Y/N)! I just don’t want you to see you cry anymore.” Through your watery eyes and sniffles, you managed to smack him weakly against his chest. He gave you a tight-lipped smile before softly pulling you into his embrace, tracing circles into your back as you melted into his arms and lulled yourself into a deep, painless slumber.

Mark slowly moved his head to look down at your forlorn figure, a peaceful expression upon your features despite the fresh tears still dripping down your face. He gently wiped the tears from your face with the pad of his thumb, his heartbeat thumping so loudly that he worried it would wake you. He felt like his heart was tearing in half — from how painfully heartbroken you were, and how ironically sad this situation was. “I’ll always be here by your side,” Mark whispers to the air, knowing you had already drifted into dreamland. His heart ached. After all, he knew you would never see him the same way you saw Jisung. And he had to live with that.)

You had spent the next few nights with Mark, ugly crying yourself to sleep in his arms until the tears ran out. Asking the skies how could he could just cut you out of his life just like that? Drop you with the lame excuse that his friends were first. Did he not feel any remorse for what he did?

Stupid jerk. He didn’t deserve any more of my goddamn time or attention. No more shedding any tears. No more self-pity, you thought to yourself. You didn’t need Park Jisung in your life. You didn’t need to waste your breath holding onto what your friendship once was, what your feelings once were. You were sure of it. You had tried to convince yourself so, anyways.

You wanted to burn every trace of Park Jisung from your life, yet Mark had persuaded you not to, quietly murmuring about how you would regret it more than Jisung would soon regret his actions. You found that hard to believe but after all he had done to stay by your side, you relented to his wishes.

The time had dragged on by agonizingly slowly. It felt like Jisung was stuck in time for what felt like a million damn years. His anxiousness increased as the class went on. You were actually here! He wondered why you hadn’t showed up for your earlier classes but he thanked the heavens that at least you were here now. Yet he couldn’t help but feel more on edge.

He swallowed thickly, tapping his pencil annoyingly and fidgeting in his seat. His eyes paid more attention to the ticking of the hands of the clock than the boring teacher droning on and on about today’s lesson.

Finally, the bell rings signaling the end of class. Jisung jumps out of his desk and grabs his backpack in one hand and the bag in another, dashing outside like his life depended on it. You catch a glimpse of his escaping figure, and scowl. Did he really not want to be in the same space as you? Was it that painful for him to have you to be in his life? You felt a lump grow in your throat. A part of you had naively hoped that maybe, just maybe he would confront you and apologize. Not that you’d forgive him, or anything but… You bite your lip. He really dashed out the door just like that. You swallow the tears threatening to spill and trudge out of the room with a grim shadow cast upon your face.

You walk outside and begrudgingly scan the groups of students dispersing, searching for his face despite your internal protests. You couldn’t help it. However, by the time you reach the steps of the school, he’s nowhere to be found.

“You look like your cat just died.” You turn around to see Na Jaemin leaning against the brick wall with his signature sweet smile painted on his face. You pout and remember that he’s still Jisung’s friend. Your pout quickly turns into a scowl, and as if reading your mind — he kindly says, “I’m still your friend (Y/N). Nothing will ever change that.”

Your walls drop and he gently nudged your shoulder, cocking his head towards the doors so you both head out. “I hope Bongshik didn’t actually die, or else Jeno would be devastated,” Jaemin remarks. Your shoulders droop and you shake your head. As you walk with him, he takes a turn into the courtyard and you follow him despite the unfamiliar path.

“I know what happened between both of you,” he breathes airily. You wince at the mention of the fall-out. You hadn’t really wanted other people to know yet you guessed it was inevitable. “I know you probably hate him, but I know it’ll be okay. “

You remain quiet, unable to form a coherent sentence when your mind is constantly buzzing with thoughts of Jisung, bringing back the pain clawing inside your chest. You bite your lip. “How can you be so sure about that?” You mutter bitterly.

As you stare at the fallen cherry blossoms littered all across the pavement, you don’t realize that Jaemin had stopped. You freeze, and look up only to lock your gaze with the deep chocolate orbs of the one person you had been avoiding all day.

His eyes darted around your face searching for any telltale signs of how you felt — yet your face was only void of any emotions besides shock. Your jaw drops as you immediately turn to leave. “Wait, (Y/N), please! I’m sorry, please don’t leave— please! Just hear me out.”

You halt in your footsteps, cursing yourself for being foolish enough to even listen to him. Your heart betrayed your mind. You turned around and glared at Jaemin for even getting you in this situation — yet his eyes simply gazed with intent, almost lulling you towards Jisung again. He raises his eyebrows in anticipation and tilts his head towards the other boy. You sigh in resignation at his silent command and then turn around to fully face Jisung.

“What could you possibly say that would make me want to stay?”

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Jaemin says quietly before walking away. Your eyes widen as you realize that you would have to deal with this alone. You open your mouth to protest.

“Wait, (Y/N), please — I just need to tell you something and then you can decide whether or not I’m worth any more of your time,” Jisung interrupts, pleading with his entire soul.

Your eyes flicker to him.

He had never looked so broken.

“I thought I wasn’t worth any of your time,” You say quietly, remembering his harsh words from the other day.

Jisung’s expression drops yet he knows he can’t stay quiet anymore. “No, that’s not true,” He says firmly. “You’re worth all the time in the world.”

You can feel your heart beating out of your chest now, and wonder if he can hear it despite the mere steps that distance you away from one another.

Jisung’s nose scrunches up, and you want to laugh at his cute habit of wrinkling his nose in distaste whenever he’s disappointed that something doesn’t go his way, even despite the grave situation. He inhaled sharply before continuing. “I’m so so sorry for what I said the other day. It was the most hurtful thing I’ve ever said to anyone and I’m so disappointed in myself for hurting you. I never meant to.” He bites his lip and you stare at him. His hands fidget but remain behind his back.

“I-I like you, (Y/N). A lot. M-Maybe even love you but either way! It doesn’t excuse what I did. I shouldn’t have stood you up, but I was stupid, and foolish and the biggest idiot in the world because I was scared. When you first brought up going to the movies together, I was so happy. This is going to sound so damn cheesy and I hate cheesy, but my heart literally soared. I’m still surprised you didn’t notice how red I was,” He admitted.

You stared at him in shock. Park Jisung liked you. Even loved you. He loved you back.

“I didn’t shut up about it to the boys. But then I kept thinking. What if you didn’t mean it like an actual date and I was taking it the wrong way? I was honestly terrified. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship by making the next move even though everyone told me you felt the same way. I over thought it and then decided that I didn’t want to look like an idiot, so I had to be really chill about it in front of you, so I wouldn’t embarrass myself if you didn’t feel the same way. I didn’t want you to know how excited I was because I thought I would look desperate, or something.”

“I let my insecurities get the best of me and god, when I heard that Mark Lee was coming back, I literally felt like I had no chance. I mean, you’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever known and I mean it (Y/N). Y-You…,” He pauses and takes a breath, forcing himself to make eye contact with you. “You deserve the world and I really want to be the one to make you happy because it makes me so happy every time you laugh because of me tripping over air or you wake me up when I fall asleep during our study dates — I mean hangouts. And when I get to hold your hand and doodle all over your arms—” He rambles on. “I was dumb enough to take your time for granted and not consider your feelings. But I want to do better for you. I regret what I did and I want to turn back time to fix it, but I know I can’t so… I promise I won’t make this same mistake again.” His ears turn red and your heart can’t help but swell at his words, despite your mind’s screaming.

“But I didn’t think I was good enough or anything like Mark, who’s a lot funnier and older and smarter. I thought he would be better for you.” You want to open your mouth to protest but he continues.

“But I don’t want to be scared anymore! I don’t want to live life regretting what I did. You’re the most important person in my life (Y/N), and I know I hurt you a lot because I was scared to let you see all of me and tell you how I really felt, but I want to be better and learn from my mistakes. I don’t ever want to hurt you again and I can’t promise you I won’t, because I’m a big idiot who’s still growing, and I know I make a lot of mistakes... but I want to be your big idiot who will apologize and grow from them. I would do whatever it takes to make you happy as long as we’re happy together.”

You found yourself on a rollercoaster of emotions. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the growing smile and tears threatening to burst.

Taking your hesitation as a rejection, Jisung looks down dejectedly before revealing the bag in his hand. “H-Here,” he struggles to keep his voice from breaking, just like his heart, “I… wanted to buy you your favorite cake from Neo Bakery but it was closed so I tried to bake it myself… I know you don’t want anything to do with me anymore but please just take it. It’s for you.”

Your eyes widen as you also notice his bandaged hand and the way he winces when he grips the straps of the bag tighter. You put two and two together and take the bag. You set it delicately down on the ground before rushing to embrace him.

Jisung stumbles back a little but manages to catch his balance as you wrap your arms around him. “You stupid idiot,” you mumble into his shirt, tears welling up. “Look at how cliche this is. You know how much I hate cheesy cliches.”

Jisung stiffens before he relaxes his body to hug you back even tighter. “I can’t believe you burned yourself baking a cake for me. How dumb are you? And I can’t believe Jaemin let you in the kitchen in the first place.” You say incredulously.

He lets out a laugh at your response and strokes your hair gently. “I know,” he says softly as he closes his eyes and relishes in your warmth. You loosen your grip around his torso and step back to gaze up at him. “I can’t believe you at all. What you did really hurt me and I almost burned all your hoodies” Jisung’s eyes widened in horror at your statement. You snigger slightly. “But I didn’t. Thanks to Mark, by the way.”

“It’s okay to be insecure and have your doubts and I know we all make mistakes but please, don’t shut me out and leave me hanging like that next time. We’re friends and friends don’t do that to each other. I accept your apology — only because I know how hard you must’ve worked to bake the cake with your stupid noodle limbs and incompetent cooking skills.”

“Hey!” Jisung pouts at your words and you reach up to pinch his cheeks as you laugh. He melts at your touch and a gummy smile emerges. “But if you couldn’t tell, I really like you too. Maybe even love you,” You inhale at your own words and avert your eyes. “But if you want to make the next move then we have to work on conquering our fears… Together.” You admit earnestly, a look of determination in your eyes.

Jisung can’t help but grin even harder as his heartbeat skyrockets. Happiness overflows through every part of his body. “Thank God,” He says, pulling you in for another tight embrace. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

You both revel in each other’s arms for a while longer as the breeze gently blows against your figure. You look up at him, with the sunset shining upon his skin. His sparkling eyes gaze intently into yours before he leans down a little and your breath hitches. He pauses for a moment before his lips brush hesitantly against yours, and although you don’t feel fireworks erupt or an intense rush of euphoria, you know that this felt just right. Your noses barely brush against each other’s and your eyes flutter shut, feeling his lashes tickle lightly against your skin. He’s so glad your eyes are closed so you don’t see his cheeks dusted with a rosy pink. You slot your lips against his more, the awkwardness fading away, and tip toe to wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you in deeper.

  He lets go first but smoothly slips his large hand into yours, fitting almost perfectly. His ears burn with embarrassment and you can feel yourself turn hot and blush fervently. Jisung scratches his neck trying to hide the fact that wow, for a kid who was considered shy — that really just happened.

“You’re not off the hook yet, Park Jisung! You still have a lot of groveling to do. Just because I love you doesn’t mean you’re forgiven, you big baby!” You announce to diffuse the awkwardness.

He smiles bashfully, “It’s okay. As long as I’m your big baby.” He leans down to grab the bag with his other hand and you blush even harder at the confidence brimming from his words. “Shall we go taste test my amazing cake?” He jokes.

You smack him and scoff, “There’s no damn way you were able to make this by yourself! Who helped you?”

He sticks his tongue out. “You’ll never figure it out.” You roll your eyes and laugh as you walk together, fingers still intertwined.

Maybe it was foolish of you to want to believe that Park Jisung wasn’t just simply a passing cloud or fleeting moment in your life. But you had hope. Hope that instead, he was the gentle breeze that tickled your nose and the warm sunshine that kissed your face on the warm summer days where you both had spent chasing each other until your lungs hurt. Or perhaps, his existence was embodied in the petals of the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard that bloomed every spring, carved with initials of young love that you had just ironically and cheesily enough, just experienced your first love underneath. You weren’t sure if Park Jisung’s existence was fleeting in itself or that the idea of forever actually existed, but you knew he himself was just there throughout every step of the way, and as much as the moments passed by and the memories faded, you could feel his love with the passing of every second.

And most importantly, you knew that Park Jisung still had your heart at the end of the day, and even if he dropped it, he would do everything in his power to put together the pieces even if it meant opening up a part of his heart that he had kept hidden away for so long and giving it to you. And at that moment, that was the only forever you needed.

author’s note: i sincerely hope you enjoyed this sequel hehe i worked really hard on this and it’s the longest story i’ve ever written! spoiler alert: there will be an epilogue/spin-off with mark in the making <33 please keep an eye out for that in the future hehe. special thanks to @neocitybynight @j-woosderland @gohyuck and @neostains for reading this beforehand!

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**Xigbar x Fem!Reader ~ NSFW**

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The surface of the lake sparkled brilliantly, radiating from the reflection of the setting sun. You sat along the edge of a jutted out rock, your legs dangling over the side as your bare feet dipped and delicately splashed the cool water. Xigbar sat beside you, one of his feet dangling off the side of the rock next to yours, the other bent up so he could lean his elbow against his knee as he rambled. Your head rested along his shoulder, listening to the way his voice resonated through him and into you as he spoke. He didn’t talk about anything in particular, just sharing thoughts and anecdotes about past missions.

The two of you had spent the day in Neverland. It had become a haven of sorts for both of you ever since that first day he had convinced you to play hooky from a mission. Every day off was spent there together, and the occasional hooky if the two of you managed to get placed on a mission together, which rarely happened ever since Saix discovered what was going on. The world itself still blew you away every time. It was enchanting and served as the perfect place to hide away from the responsibilities as a Member of the Organization.

“Thinking about something?” Xigbar asked you a direct question, making you blink as you realized you had zoned out.

“O-Oh, sorry,” you apologized, squeezing his hand beside you. “I was just thinking that we should probably be heading back soon.”

He sighed heavily, “Yeah, probably should.”

You opened your mouth to reply, to assure him – as you usually did – that the two of you would be back before he knew it, but just as the words were forming, your headrest was gone and had slipped into the water. With a startled gasp, you looked over, seeing Xigbar swimming through the blue water, before he popped back up right in front of you. He was still in his coat, the thick leather soaked from the water. It seemed unbearably heavy just from looking at it.

He smirked up at your confused expression, running his hands along your legs. “But don’t you think we have time for one more thing?”

“What sort of— AH Xigbar!!” You yelped as Xigbar grabbed your wrists and tugged you into the water with him.

You completely submerged, before swimming up to the surface, coughing and sputtering as Xigbar merely snickered. “Not funny,” you told him, seemingly attempting to scold him, even though your mouth was curved into a half-smile.

“Whoopsie-daisy,” he sighed, grabbing the soaked sleeve of your coat. “Looks like we can’t head back yet. We’re drenched.”

Despite his obvious manipulation of the situation, you couldn’t help but bubble into a laugh. “All because you pulled me in.”

“Ah, details, who cares about those?” He waved you off, sending you a cheeky grin paired with a wink as he grabbed the zipper to his coat and began pulling it down.

You averted your eyes, not trusting yourself not to stare as his tanned torso became bared. The fabric crumbled atop the rock you had just been perched on, leaving him just in his pants as he swam and closed the distance between you.

“I can’t imagine you want to swim in this.” His finger hooked under your zipper.

A feverish blush covered your face at his implications, causing a stuttering mess of sounds to escape you as your eyes danced around, desperately trying to find something to focus on rather than Xigbar shirtless in front of you.

“Fine then,” he dropped the zipper, putting up his hands as he turned and swam away. Turning onto his back, he floated along the lake, his hands laced behind his head. “Have it your way.”

You looked after him, noticing – despite your best efforts – the water droplets glimmering on his skin, accentuating the indents of his muscles and the faded scars from his past. Letting out a breath, you turned your gaze, grabbing your zipper and fidgeting it between your fingers. The two of you had been together for a while now, and it wasn’t like Xigbar had ever kept it secret how much he wanted you. He had never pushed the issue though and you weren’t one to initiate something like that, especially for the first time. Half of you expected that when Xigbar couldn’t handle the wait anymore, he’d push you against the wall without warning and just have his way with you. And if you were truly honest with yourself, you wouldn’t have minded that.

Clearing your throat, you shook the thought away, wading to the shore of the lake and climbing out. You grabbed Xigbar’s coat, hanging it over a low hanging branch of a tree that was beside your boots, before you grabbed your zipper, once again. A nervous anxiety fluttered in your stomach, one that you were generally used to when you were around Xigbar, but something about this moment caused it to swirl even deeper. Making sure your back was still to the lake, you shut your eyes and tugged down the zipper. There wasn’t much underneath, just a simple bra and tight pants that were admittedly also soaked and way too tight to keep swimming in. As you slung the coat over the branch beside Xigbar’s you heard him whistle in appreciation. You froze, that same blush returning to your cheeks.

“Man, I was missing out.” Xigbar spoke up, “Who knew you were ten times hotter without that coat on?”

You huffed with amusement, glancing over your shoulder at him and seeing his signature smirk as his eye danced over you.

“Gonna be keeping those pants on, too?” He asked, motioning towards your legs as his eyebrow quirked up.

If he had his way, you’d completely strip down until your were completely naked for him. Not that you didn’t want him to ever see you like that, but there was no way you were just going to pull it all off while he watched. Either way, you supposed you could manage to take off your pants, they were uncomfortable as it was.

“Maybe, maybe not,” you attempted to be coy as you undid your buckle and pulled them down.

You grabbed the pants, putting them over the branch before you turned around, feeling akin to a deer in headlights as Xigbar blatantly checked you out. He outstretched his hand towards you, which you hesitantly took and allowed him to lead you back into the water. His arms wrapped around you, settling around your hips once you were back in front of him.

“See, isn’t that much better?” He asked, pulling you even closer and you could have sworn you felt something between the two of you, rubbing against your leg.

Despite the way the butterflies in your stomach were fluttering out of control, you slid your hands to his shoulders, loving the way his muscles felt beneath your fingertips. “Much, much better.” You whispered, your breath catching as he leaned forward and kissed your jawline.

“Want to make it even more amazing?” He murmured against your skin as he kissed down your neck to your ear.

Your grip tightened along his shoulders, a throb of anticipation and curiosity pulsing through you.

“I promise to make it worth your while.” He added, his breathy voice right against your ear, making you shiver as your eyes fluttered closed.

A faint whimper came up your throat as his hands traced up the sides of your waist, while he continued to kiss along your neck. He was gentle, yet at the same time, you could feel the ferocity in his touch. How much he was holding back so he could make sure he wasn’t overwhelming you or forcing you into it. A nibble to your skin, made a sharp gasp jump out of you as you rushed back to reality.

“Well?” He asked, just before suckling the tender skin where he had bitten you.

You swallowed hard, your hands going from his shoulders to around his back, one of your hands gripping the back of his head as you nodded. “Yes.”

That was all you needed to say as Xigbar pulled back with a devilish grin, just before crashing your lips together. You moaned in surprise, melting in his touch as his hands roved up and down the sides of your waist, memorizing every inch in case he never had the chance to do this to you again. The kiss broke in a rush, leaving you breathless as your head slung back and he went to kissing your neck and collarbone. The light nips turned into sharp bites and sucks that caused little jolts of pain mixing with the excitement and pleasure of everything else he was doing to you. With a grind of his hips against you, it hit you all at once what had been rubbing against you when you had first came back into the water. The realization made you moan, your entire body warming that of all people, Xigbar was having that reaction to you.

Cool, wet stone met along your back as Xigbar pushed you back against it. Your eyes opened, seeing that he had teleported both of you in a shallow cave under the waterfall. Sparkling beams of sunlight trickled through the pouring water, creating the illusion of a rainbow around the cave. There was hardly a chance to take in the beautiful sight as Xigbar’s hands grabbed your breasts. You gasped, your back arching as he squeezed them and rolled your nipples between his fingers. Even through your bra, he could feel just how hard they were, begging to be worshipped. He hummed against your neck, feeling the curve of his smirk from your vocal reaction to his touch.

He pulled back to look into your half lidded eyes, his hand tracing behind you to unclasp your bra. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about this before.”

“T-Thought about what?” you asked, shivering from both the cool water and the anticipation of what he was going to do to you.

His smirk grew as he met your lips together for a lingering kiss. “What do you think, Hot Stuff?”

You couldn’t help but grin at his nickname, the butterflies in your chest fluttering out of control. “I have, too…” you admitted, biting your lip as your bra slid off your arms.

The smallest part of you worried as it floated away along the water’s surface, but all worry faded at Xigbar’s wolfish grin as he looked you over. You watched him, lips parting as his hands traced along your sides, as if teasing before he actually touched your breasts.

“Well…?” you asked, sucking in a breath when he met his gaze back with yours.

His grin grew as his thumbs brushed over your nipples, making you bit back a moan. “Better than I ever imagined.” He told you, watching you melt as he continued to roll your nipples between his fingers.

You whined, your face turning away, unable to hold his gaze as he toyed with you. His lips met back along your neck as he chuckled from your reaction, and you could feel his voice vibrating through you all the way down to between your legs, where he had continued rolling his hips against you.

His hands left your breasts, making you whine before you realized they were hooking under your panties to pull them off. They slid off with ease under the water, also floating away along with your discarded bra. You were too entranced by him to be the slightest self conscious for being completely naked. Instead, you allowed your voice to resonate throughout the cave as his hand grabbed between your legs.

It was obvious he wasn’t able to hold himself back much longer as he swept his fingers between your folds for a few seconds as his other hand undid his own pants. He bent down as he worked, taking your breast into his mouth and pressing his tongue against you. You moaned sharply, your back arching to press yourself even further against him. His hand left your folds to pull down his pants and boxers entirely, right before he stood back up, his gaze locked with yours.

Both of your chests heaved, a flush warm on your cheeks as you looked the other over.

“Ready, Hot Stuff?” he asked you, his hands on either side of you against the cave wall.

Taking in a shaky breath, you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, just before kissing him. “Ready.”

You were at the perfect height for him. There was no need to hoist you up, or bend you over, his hardened shaft rubbed perfectly between your legs, teasing your entrance in the cool water. You bit your lip from the subtle throb from his touch as you reached your hand under the water and gripped his cock. His breath hitched, his gaze still locked with yours as you gently pumped his length and situated it at your entrance. He smirked when you nodded and slid inside of you, his hands clenching against the wall from the sensation, while your lips parted and a breathless moan escaped.

Your hips met, the stretch of his cock fully inside of you making your body tremble with pleasure. Despite not needing the extra height, you couldn’t help but wrap your legs around him, allowing the water to help you up before his hands gripped your hips. His gaze stayed on you, his smirk growing as he grinded his hips in and out of you.  Each meeting of your hips made your voice spike higher, pressing your body against his and leaning your foreheads together.

His breaths were shallow, mixed with soft moans and grunts as the pace quickened. Your lips crashed together, his tongue sliding and shoving against your own as he groaned in your mouth. Every thrust sent you closer to the edge, each slide of his tongue against yours and the vibration of his voice inside of you sent you reeling. You rolled your hips against his, matching his rhythm and desperately trying to keep up as he became rougher and erratic.

The kiss broke as your head slung back against the cave wall, a long, low cry ripping out of you as with one final push your dam broke. Xigbar’s lips went to your neck, suckling and biting harder than he had ever done before until his hips jerked forward and froze. He moaned against your neck, his fingers digging into your hips as he climaxed alongside you.

Your body went limp once the orgasm had run its course. Xigbar rested his head against your shoulder, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch a breath. Little by little, is grip on your hips loosened as your legs unwound around him. He feathered kissed along your collarbone, making you hum as you ran your fingertips along his back.

“How was that?” He asked you, pulling back to look into your eyes.

The corner of your lips tipped into a smile. Without a reply, you met your lips together for a sweet, lingering kiss that he hummed into.

When you pulled away, he chuckled breathily. “I’ll take that as you loved it.”

Your smile grew into a grin, “Definitely.”

[utterlyinevitable]

can do an ethan x mc request for Gimme those eyes, it's easy to forgive - hopeless halsey

this song is so underrated. thank you so much for requesting!!!

Hopeless

Word Count: 2.3k Warning: angst, few curse words, adult themes  Summary: This takes place around Chapter 1 in OHSY after Ethan comes back from the stupid Amazon. There’s mentions of MC x Raf and Ethan x Harper.

A/N: The end bits were supposed to be smut but everything I wrote was so damn cringe 😔 . Someone teach me how to write smut pls and thanks.

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Ethan Ramsey was in the cafeteria speaking with Harper, the two attendings grabbing a hot meal for a late-night dinner. They spoke like two old friends, happily and without complications. 

Becca watched from her position at the condiment station as he intimately placed his hand on Harper’s lower back and offered to pay for her food. It was a small gesture, but to Becca it was everything. Becca would never have the privilege of these simple moments with him ever again. He made that as clear as a summer’s day during her first shift as a diagnostics fellow a couple mornings ago after his miraculous return from the Amazon by telling her “there is no us”.  

The distance. The complications; everything he rattled off as reasons to stop, meant nothing to her. Every time he pushes her away she keeps crawling back like a moth to a flame, never really learning her lesson all the same. Why can’t she stay away from him? 

How can he go about his life - doesn’t he feel anything anymore? 

To be just colleagues - strictly professional as he put it - how could anything between them be that simple ever again? They’ve seen each other naked. They’ve carried and soothed the burden of the others’ vulnerabilities. Ethan and Rebecca were never simply colleagues. From the moment Ethan Ramsey let himself sign her textbook that first day of intern year they were doomed to be something more. 

Her feet stuck to the floor and her eyes transfixed on Harper, Becca couldn’t understand whether she was jealous that she could have him in every way while Becca could never. Or if it was due to the unencumbered attention he could dote on her. Possibly it was a bit of both. 

During their time together, Ethan made it unambiguous to Becca that the last two years of the notable attendings’ friendship Harper was his boss and that meant they couldn’t continue their on-off relationship. It’s the same rationale he was using with Becca now, except she and he never actually were together just a few fleeting moments here and there. Aside from those little tidbits of information he never talked about his past with the surgeon. For all Becca knew, now that they were both heads of departments and on the same professional level, they could continue whatever it was they were previously doing. Ethan could easily fall back into the familiar convenience of being with Harper Emery. 

He makes staying apart look too easy. 

He’s still functioning. He can be in the same room as Becca without his skin crawling. He can continue on with his life as if their intimacy and sleepless nights together had never happened. He makes moving on and being simply colleagues look painlessly uncomplicated. 

“Bec, you there?” a muffled voice spoke into her ear. 

She was on the phone. In her gripping trance she didn’t realize they were still speaking. Becca came downstairs to grab a sandwich and catch a nap in the on-call room before her date with Rafael in two hours. That’s when she caught the attendings cozily waiting next to one another. 

Shaking her head to bring her back from her trance she shakily breathed, “Yeah, can I call you back in 5?”  

“Yea sure. Just wanted to let you know I can’t hang out tonight.”  

In under five minutes her heart seemed to break twice. “Oh, okay.”   

“I’m on call,” there was a trained reassurance in his voice that was meant to soothe her. It didn’t work, but she wouldn’t let him know that. Becca needed his distraction more than ever now, alas work got in the way. 

Work always gets in the way.  

“That’s okay, Raf. Talk later.”  

Being with Rafael Aveiro should have been easy. He was sweet and caring and knew just how to put a smile on her face. He had a supporting family and knew the secrets of this city that only long term locals would know. His embrace was warm and comforting, his kiss was a breath of fresh air. He was the type of boy she should be in love with. 

 Becca shoved her phone deep into her scrub pocket and removed herself from the sticky position. She scoured the facility floor for an empty room to call hers for the next few hours. If she couldn’t see Raf she might as well distract herself with more cases. 

In the abandoned on-call room she felt alone inside, so profoundly alone. She hadn’t felt this low since the day she learned He was leaving. If her current affair can’t comfort her at her every beck and call, what’s she supposed to do now? 

Laying on her back and staring up at the metal supports of the empty bunk above, Becca angrily bit into her cucumber sandwich. She replayed the entire cafeteria spectacle over and over again, dissecting every subtle movement she managed to capture.   

He’s known Harper forever. They have more in common… 

The look of Ethan’s content stature and the way his shoulders rounded as he stood with Harper eats away at her. Sadness moved straight to maddened annoyance. All Becca has wanted to do since she learned of his leaving is punch him. Yell at him. Hold him closer than physically possible and beg him not to leave her again. 

Why am I doing this to myself? 

She knows why and it hurts like hell. 

The truth is she can’t stop thinking about him. She can’t find a moment of peace in this whole damn hospital without thinking of him. Ethan is Edenbrook. And when she closes her eyes at night it’s his baby blues that haunt her - that same passionately ravenous stare the man had all those nights ago that made her feel like she was the only woman in the world who could satisfy him. 

This secret has been killing her. The secret she’s been keeping guarded under lock and key, a secret she can’t utter out loud. Her lips and tongue can’t comprehend the weight of those words. 

Becca sighed deeply into the abyss of the somber room. 

She hated who she had become in just two lonesome months. She wasn’t as confident anymore - everything she has ever known has been challenged and not in the flourishing way she preferred. He made her this way. Desperate for him and hopelessly in… infatuated. Everything was Ethan’s fault. If he wasn’t him then she wouldn’t be feeling this way. If he didn’t bring her into his secret case and take a keen interest in her person as her mentor, then she could have skated through residency as the bright eyed and hopeful girl she once was. 

She tightly closed her eyes and groaned as the forbidden words infiltrated her mind. 

I love him still.

No. Stop it. You can’t feel this way. It’s just goddamn infatuation.  

Logically her mind trailed down another path, trying so desperately to diagnose their situation. 

If this godforsaken feeling won’t quit there must be something here. I can’t be the only one to feel it. 

Right?  

This happened so quickly and died all too soon - is it all in my head? Did I make us up? 

Before she knew it the door to the on-call room banged shut behind her and she was on her way to his office. Was he still here? 

Of course he was. Ethan never went home these days but she didn’t need to know that. The moment he got back to his apartment - no matter how many times he scheduled a deep cleaner while he was away - every surface reminded him of Rebecca. His bed was missing the petite indent her body left behind, the left side now cold and firmly abandoned. His couch and bar cart called him back to all the conversations they had and every bit of sweet courage they indulged in. His kitchen held all the memories of cases they solved over takeout late into the endless nights. In his master bathroom the walk-in shower brought his mind back to the last place he encouraged her to fall apart in his apartment. Lastly and most bitterly, every window overlooking the restless city mocked him of the most alluring of views he vowed to never cherish again.  

Knock. 

The dark wooden door to Ethan’s office was locked but she noticed the faint dull light of his lamp under the crack in the door. 

He’s there. The thought shocked her slightly and she tried to backtrack. He’s probably asleep. 

Knock.

She faintly knocked one last time in blind courage, not really wanting to disturb him. She’s been on the receiving side of his tirades multiple times. Her eyes widened as her mind caught up with her body. This is a futile effort - what do I expect to get from this? What am I doing? 

Becca’s left foot pointed down the hall, encouraging her to flee before she caused any more strain on their already fragile relationship. 

Mid-turn her right ear caught the sound of shuffling and the lock clicked open. Ethan’s groggy form peering into the fluorescent hall and down at her. 

“Rookie?” 

It’d been months since she last heard that name. And something flared up deep inside her.

When his bright blue eyes met hers anything and everything she planned to say vanished. All Becca could do was forgive those innocent and befuddled orbs of his. She made the mistake of looking into his eyes - One look and she fell deeper into the endless depths of Ethan Ramsey. Without thinking she forcefully pushed him past the threshold and in one swift movement captured his agape lips between hers. She hoped sleep held onto him so he wouldn’t push her away. 

She was wrong. So wrong. 

He was wide awake. His eyes wide and lips hungry. 

Ethan’s left arm wrapped itself securely around her waist while his right reached past her to slam the door closed, dutifully locking it without letting her go for even a second. 

In their small sanctuary he was pulling her closer, his free hand now tangling itself in her hair. Becca’s impatient hands ran along his partially undone dress shirt, noticeably wrinkled from his nap on the couch. She then trailed them down to his chest to the hem, savoring the feeling of the taut muscles underneath, where she noted he wasn’t wearing a belt. Ethan’s hands followed suit and pushed her pristine white coat away. He was carefully caressing her forearm before leveraging one hand on her neck and the other securely on her waist, kneading the fabric from her skirt so that his fingers can dance along the small of her back uninhibited. 

He was kissing her back. And temporarily Becca felt hope. For a fraction of an hour she held onto the thought that he wanted them to be together too.  

Their hands and mouths were exploring one another in a craze. They were a drug to one another and neither could imagine the symptoms of withdrawal could be this strong. 

Ethan lifted her top and discarded it haphazardly, exposing her bralette - the nude and black lace complimented her skin in ways he never dreamed a piece of fabric could have such an effect. He was transfixed for a moment. Her effortless beauty was invariably captivating. Although he’s seen her like this before his astute mind never could quite capture her full essence. 

Does he still think he’s better off without me? Becca thought as she watched him ogle her. 

She moved closer to pepper sultry kisses along his neck. Her body was pressed flush against his, save for her groin which she purposefully kept a vengeful two centimetres away.  

Ethan’s eyes rolled back at her ministrations. With heavy breaths he spoke, “What are you doing to me, Becca?” 

Between kisses she muttered, “I can’t help it. You make me this way. I’m hopeless...” -ly in love with you. 

“But reliably so.”  

The truth is Ethan wanted her just as badly. However he knows full well she’d be better off without him. He’s selfish and rude - an unwelcoming presence to the outside world. Except for Becca - for Rebecca Lao he’d be anything she wanted. 

He took her by the chin moving her back up to meet his lonely lips. Right now he didn’t want to think about the past or what awaits them on the other side of the office door. Right now he’s going to let himself - let them - be happy. 

Ethan dragged her across the scratchy hospital carpet and over to the aged sofa he spent many solo nights on. Becca responded to his eagerness by straddling him and unbuttoning the rest of his shirt further, letting Ethan come into full view. The electricity that coursed through her veins when their skin touched was like nothing she had ever experienced with anyone else. It was erotic. It was vibrant. It was certainty. 

It has and will always be you. 

Things change overtime, whether encouraged to or not. No one knows that better than Ethan Ramsey, especially with the unprecedented presence Becca has had on his life. Maybe, just maybe if they gave it enough time they would fall back into pace. This brief moment has been the highlight of the last two months - a regretful reminder that he had thrown this all away. 

They’ve spent too much time apart. And tonight he’ll take her anyway that he can. Tonight it’ll be the two of them snuggled up on the couch of his office post-rapture. 

Ethan lay across the couch with Becca curled up next to him, the nude and vulnerable pair tried to regulate their breaths after ruining one another in the best possible way. Ethan pressed a lingering kiss to the clammy edge of her forehead, smiling to himself when he noticed the light brown baby hairs began to curl with their heat. He shifted to hold her just a bit tighter. Ethan never wanted to return back to their incompatible reality. 

And then there was a determined knock at the door. 

“Ethan? I know you’re in there,” Harper’s voice called. 

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Introducing my Lavellan brothers;

Fenrir Maliel - Assassin Blades Rogue (the oldest & a shameless self insert) - 27-31

Lin Maliel - Two Handed Reaver Warrior (the middle child, and the Official Inquisitor) - 25-29

Sandu Thevael - Necromancer Mage (the youngest, the “black sheep” that isn’t actually the black sheep: the red herring if you will) - 18-24

Fenrir and Lin were originally of Clan Maliel, which was massacred in an event the elder brothers refer to exclusively as “The Trample”. Clan Maliel was caught in the crossfire between two human settlements, both of which decided to take a shortcut through Clan Maliel’s campsite. The brothers, as young as 4-7 years of age, hid during the duration of the battle. They emerged after the ground was razed, and the fires were long cold.

They were fortunate to have survived the month long journey they took to find safety, picking up scraps as they went. After that period of time, they encountered a trail Clan Lavellan left: freshly put out bonfires, Halla tracks, indents from footsteps and wagon wheels. Tired and hungry, they stumbled into the open, and were caught by one of the healers.

Fenrir is blind in his right eye, Lin has an unnamed heart condition and the tip of one ear is cut off, they both manage. They gain inspiration from the other elves in Clan Lavellan, who have lost much more than an eye or an ear.

They were adopted into the clan as full blooded members, and nobody questioned why neither of them looked or acted quite like the other elves. They trained with the masters, and became an integral part of their community.

Five years later, they go out as a junior party to scout the Emerald Graves, where they encounter another site of a wrecked elven clan. They determine a demon outbreak to be the cause. Sifting through the rubble they find records of this clan: formerly known as Clan Thevael, sister clan of Clan Maliel. They pack as many intact journals and scrolls as possible, and as they were about to leave, encountered a young Sandu. It was clear to them they were taking this child in. The Clan Lavellan healers determined that Sandu was left alone for some time, and that there was no easy way to tell his age due to malnourishment.

Sandu turned out to be a proficient mage, but he was one too many in the clan. Fenrir and Lin begged Keeper Istimaethoriel to keep Sandu around, and somehow convinced her. Sandu is timid, and does not take up more space than he feels he absolutely needs. Keeper Istimaethoriel, though careful around him, tries to make him feel welcome. It’s a work in progress.

Around the time Lin was pulled into the Inquisition, Fenrir investigated the files they found in Clan Thevael’s ruins. He read letters exchanged between his mother and a friend of hers, talking about their origins, how their clan was shunned by others. A few years after Lin’s emergence as Inquisitor, Fenrir arranged a meeting between his two brothers to discuss exactly who they were.

This meeting between the brothers enlightens Lin on many things, and when the time comes to confront Fen’Harel, he is able to put the pieces together as to his original clan’s history. Fenrir discovers why his peers hesitate when saying his name. Sandu has the closest relation to Fen’Harel, but his clan buried these records deep within their stories to protect themselves from scorn, and his exact ancestry is unrecoverable.

They do know that Sandu is more precisely Fenrir and Lin’s nephew, but they treat him as a brother anyway. Fenrir is three years older than Lin. They don’t know exactly how much younger Sandu is, but they estimate the difference to be as little as two years to as much as eleven years to Lin. Sandu’s stunted growth made it a difficult task.

If Fenrir were the Inquisitor, he would have married Cassandra (Vivienne as Divine), and travelled between his estate in Kirkwall and where the new generation of Seekers train. He abandoned the elven gods and adopted Andrastian faith, and became somewhat of a religious zealot. While running errands in Kirkwall, a masked assassin targeted him, and Fenrir was afflicted with a deadly poison. He died within days, and though Varric sent for Cassandra as soon as he could, she was barely too late to make it before Fenrir passed. They had a single child, who Cassandra named “Maliel”, after his lost clan, even though their child was not elven.

Otherwise, Fenrir remained within Clan Lavellan. He became an elder, who was tasked with training their non-mages. He was well-loved and respected, but clan members were always wary of him, as he had an edge to him that unnerved them at times. He recognized that his past experiences would always have made him cynical. Fenrir connected with one of the mages, a woman named Ghili, and they had twin daughters: Juna and Fenwe.

Lin became partners with Iron Bull, and vied to rebuild everything he could. He did not want for anyone to be unreasonably vulnerable, and so he remained meticulous in how he influenced Thedas. He gained favor from Fen’Harel because of the care he put into his actions, though he was always spiteful of the betrayal. After the conclusion of the events in Trespasser, Lin joined the Chargers, and became quite a hit. His arm, amputated from the elbow down, was a roadblock for him. He switched from two handed weapons to a sword and a shield. The shield, specifically tailored to him, acted as a prosthetic arm. Iron Bull jokes that it’s more of a boon than anything else, as its massive size is akin to an impenetrable wall. Lin encounters a small child during a job, and nearly dies protecting it. They are a human toddler, simply nicknamed “Finn”.

As the years go by, Lin’s health declines, and eventually he retires from fighting for good. Iron Bull and Lin retreat to the Storm Coast, bringing Finn along with them. The mantle of leader of the Chargers passes to Krem. Finn learns to fight the Reaver style, and alters Lin’s shield to be useful to them. Finn joins the Chargers, and makes a name for themself as the Lightning Bolt of the Chargers, “Finn the Bolt”, for short. They all find it to be a funny title.

If Lin is not the Inquisitor, he joins Fenrir in the search for their heritage, and becomes an elder as well. Lin teaches healing and non-violence, diplomacy, and culture. He becomes a father through surrogacy, and has a child who they call “Denmirr”.

Or he stays with Clan Lavellan and searches for elven orphans, adopting a bit of a clan of his own. Because of how many children he adopts, Clan Lavellan sends him away with extra members to revive Clan Maliel. Most of the children are not related by blood, but it becomes somewhat of a family of its own.

He himself develops a flirtatious relationship with one of the male warriors, Naris. Fenrir teases him often, but means well.

Sandu, as the Inquisitor, had to learn how to insert himself as the dominant party. He observed Vivienne and found her to be his greatest confidant. Not only did she teach him much about magic, she taught him confidence and that his image didn’t need to reflect who he is completely. She didn’t approve of his choice to establish Leliana as the Divine, but she respected his decision and his reasoning. Sandu felt foolish when he faced Solas for the last time: wondered how he could have missed the signs. After he disbanded the Inquisition, he returned to Clan Lavellan. He remained accessible for Cassandra to summon him when needed, but became Keeper after some time passed, and his connection to the clan became strong again. He never assumed the name Lavellan, but was referred to as that, similarly to a title.

He otherwise would become a tradesman for the clan. He sent to towns and cities to be a spokesman, and learned to deal with ruffians after being abused into a bad situation on a few occasions. In one far trip to the Anderfels, he met a surface Dwarf named Jekard (ym/yr [yim•yer]), and formed a brother-like bond with ym. They exchanged insight and advantages with each other, and both Clan Lavellan and Jekard’s guild benefitted. He met Krem once, and looks up to him like an idol. Sandu never fell in love, and really had no interest to, but took a group of apprentices who aspired to learn from their Keeper. Imposter’s Syndrome hit him hard for a very long time, before he realized he was right where he belonged.

If none of the brothers became Inquisitor, all three stayed together, and functioned as a single mind. They dedicated their lives to Clan Lavellan out of gratitude, and the clan evolved into one of the strongest outposts in all of southern Ferelden and Orlais. They all had different roles, but the future generations of the clan benefitted greatly from their presence.

If all three brothers became influential members of the Inquisition, their power would likely have gone uncontested. Their strengths would allow them to spread farther than if only one of them were Inquisitor. The Inquisition would be an empire, and almost definitely considered a threat to even Par Vollen. Fenrir and Lin would take it different directions, and the possibility of a schism turned great. Sandu would side with Lin for the sole reason that he found Fenrir’s ideologies to be extreme. The Inquisition would be built up by the brothers, and torn down by the brothers.

In that scenario, a civil war would erupt between Fenrir’s loyalists (the Fenedhis), and Lin’s loyalists (the Athim). Fenrir would slay Lin, but Sandu would defeat Fenrir. Sandu would dismiss all soldiers and scatter the army, and soon after would disappear without a trace. He wasn’t dead though- his presence was tangible even though he could not be seen.

While this doesn’t encompass all that these characters are, I thought it was a nice overview of these brothers I’ve had in my mind for a while. The inspiration came from my realization that most of my DA:I characters are elves and Qunari. I might do more in-depth timelines for each brother later. This is completely separate from Dragon Age canon, clearly, and is just a fun little thing I put together. I may revise it if there are details I want to alter.

[cthulhuliet]

my high hopes (are getting low)

2.6k words [total 13k words] (part one) (part two) (part three) | AO3 Link | warnings: homophobia, use of slurs, dubious morality, completely unnecessary religious references, implied/referenced self-harm

‘Cause my High hopes are getting low because these people are so old The way they think about it all If I tried I would never know

Light Yagami's world view is shifted after a conversation with his father concerning L's sexuality. Anger in his veins and unconfessed feelings bubbling to the surface, L and Light have a chat about sexuality, morality, and homoerotic hand washing. 

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Light entered the task force headquarters quietly. There was no one sitting in front of the large monitors for once, but they were still streaming the footage from the cameras in everyone's room. He looked up and on a smaller screen he saw L’s room; the detective quietly working on his laptop. 

Walking to the elevator with purpose, Light rode it up to the floor L was staying on. The path to his room he had taken so many times over the months they were chained together, he wouldn’t be surprised if his footsteps were burned into the hotel-esque carpet he was walking under. 

He stood outside L’s door, and it was only then that Light felt a slight nervousness creeping over him, hovering behind him. He sent Ryuk away (distracting the flighty Shinigami with a basket of apples in a blindspot of the cameras) so he knew it was his own anxieties over the looming conversation with the man. 

“The worst he can say is no,” Light told himself.

He punched in the code to enter the room. The lock clicked and Light walked in, immediately meeting L’s gaze, his wide eyes narrowed with confusion. 

“Light,” He said simply, closing the lid of his laptop, “I was mildly concerned about where you had run off to since you did not return with the others,” 

Light shrugged, “Am I not free now to leave headquarters whenever I want? I am not chained to Matsuda,” 

L pressed his thumb to his lips, “Yes, I feel as though there would be even more physical altercations between you two than there were with us.” Light didn’t respond, and his eyes scanned the room, noting how the room had changed. The typically neat coffee table was now scattered with papers in L’s messy handwriting. The bed which Light himself really only slept in seemed to be untouched since the last time he was in it. 

L’s cross the room, shoving his hands in his pockets, “It is late, Light, and you have your own room. Did Watari forget something when he transferred your belongings into your space?” 

Chuckling, Light shook his head, “A few days ago we were together 24/7, now it feels like you are trying to get rid of me.” L’s expression was unreadable, so Light continued, “I actually wanted to talk to about something, Ryuzaki,”

“Oh. Is this in regards to the Death Note?” 

“Oh, uh, no. This actually has nothing to do with the case,” This surprised L, his expression flickered with an emotion Light could not place, “Forgive me for assuming, but were you tapped into the conversation that the rest of the detectives and myself had at Shirokuma?” 

L rubbed his feet on top of each other, looking pointedly away from Light, “I choose not to come to the bar with you guys, why would I know what was discussed?” 

“That is not what I asked, Ryuzaki,” 

L bit his lip and sighed, making his way over to his laptop. Light followed as he was inputting his password, “Fine. I was able to tap into the bar security system and observed you all using the cameras there. There is no audio.” 

Light smiled in spite of himself. His suspicions about L observing them had been on the mark as usual. He knew the man all too well. 

“Well, at one point, in the conversation, we began discussing you.” 

“Naturally.” L tapped his lips with his index finger. 

“And Aizawa told us something, Ryuzaki, something that he was told by Wedy and Aiber,” L’s tics stopped immediately. HIs face flickered with that same emotion from before, but this time it lasted longer, and Light could now see it was panic on the young detective's face. “I am sure you can piece together what was discussed,” 

L crossed the room, staring at an old blackboard that had information about the Yotsuba group. Light could sense the nerves radiating off of L, but he was doing his best to act unaffected by the news. 

“I felt as though disclosing my sexuality to everyone would cause unnecessary problems. I have kept it to myself for long enough, I have gotten quite good at hiding that part of me away. Moreover, my preferences are not important to the Kira case, so there was no reason to bring it up in the first place,” He faced away from the board and looked at Light, sorrow in his expression, “I will not apologise for that. However, I do want to apologise to you, specifically, Light,” L bit his thumbnail, looking down at the carpet, “I realise now that being handcuffed to someone who you now realise is attracted to the same gender could be seen as uncouth. I would be lying if I said the implications of it had not crossed my mind a couple times. I did not want to bring it up because I feared it would have created unnecessary tension, and I assumed you would never find out. I am sorry, Light,” 

Light shrugged, “I am going to be honest, I never would have guessed,” 

“Like I said before, I am good at hiding aspects of myself away for the comfort of others,” L expression changed when he told Light; the eye contact was more intense and vengeful, and Light got the feeling they were not talking about queerness anymore. 

“Ryuzaki, I want to assure you your apology is unnecessary. I completely see why you did not disclose that information to me. You have a right to your privacy.” He sighed, sitting down on the bed, “I am only sorry that you got outed,” 

L stayed silent and Light inspected the laces on his shoes, wanting to take them off but not wanting to look as though he was getting too comfortable around L- this was a difficult conversation to have and he wouldn’t blame him if he kicked Light out at a moment’s notice. 

“I can only assume the others did not take it well, and that is why you are here,” L stiffly shoved his hands in his pockets, Light could only assume it was to prevent himself from biting his nails down the stubs- a bad habit he noticed of L’s after their months together. L interpreted Light’s silence and sighed, rubbing his feet over one another, “Hm. Well. I suppose it could have ended worse,” 

“Ended?” 

L sat down next to Light on the bed, maybe a little too closely, but it somehow felt too far. L blinked slowly at Light, and he felt a harsh pang in his heart looking L in the eyes, “Us, the detectives, you and I… We will be parting ways soon.” 

The silence hanging over the room was palpable. Light wasn’t sure how to respond. He knew he was right. Just hours beforehand, he was working and making plans for L’s demise, “Ryuzaki.” Light kept looking at L, “It doesn’t have to be that way,” 

L looked at Light, vulnerability and heartbreak in his eyes, “There was never any other way,” 

Even though he was unable to place precisely why, he felt his anger rising, Light                                            clenched his fists, venom dripping in his voice , “Why are you speaking like this, Ryuzaki? Stop talking like it’s over, like you have no choice,” 

L pressed a thumb against his lips, softly speaking, “Well, it is no longer up to me, is it, Light?” 

They had been at this impasse for a while now, ever since those many months ago when L revealed himself to Light at To-Oh. The task force may believe his act of innocence, and Misa may believe he is just being clever, but L and Light have known the truth for a very long time. So much has happened since then, so much has changed. It is hard to say whether or not Light had evolved after all this time, and Light still believed that after all everything, he is still the same. And yet, the hard truth is, deep down, Light has changed. Maybe it is the conversation he had with the task force and Ryuk only hours earlier, maybe it is the months of being together, maybe it is the greys in his morality that were previously drained from Light’s world coming back as quickly as it did when his memory of the Death Note were returned; Light was looking this complicated, quiet man in the eyes- Hideki Ryuga, Ryuzaki, L, and he finally has to confront the truth he has been putting off for so long: he doesn’t have the strength to let L die. 

Light tore his gaze away from L, idly flooding with his thumbs. They didn’t speak for a while. L pulled his knees up to his chest and bit the skin around his nail, neither of them sure of what to say. 

Light sighed, catching L’s attention. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, “Ryuzaki, do you know who one of my biggest inspirations is? Who I attempt to model my life after?” 

He pondered this for a moment. “Your father?” 

“Correct,” Light responded, staring at the carpet, “He always had such a strong sense of right and wrong- a strong sense of justice. Being raised by him was a privilege in more ways than one. He taught me so much about honor and fairness at such a young age. I respected my father more than anyone else in the world,” 

L dropped his finger from his lips, “Respected?” 

Light sat up straight, his body stiffening. He dug his nails into his knees, keeping the previous embers of anger smothered, “When we were at the bar, talking about what Aizawa had said, I almost understood where he was coming from. Older generation. It is no excuse, but I felt as though it was something to agree to disagree on. And then...” Light cut himself off, balling his fists. He winced in pain at the previously made cuts on his palms, releasing his grip. 

L inspected his motions, and slowly moved closer to him, “Light.” He softly grabbed his wrists and opened his palms, the raw, angry half-moon cuts still indented into his palms. “You’re hurt.” L rubbed the marks on his palms slowly and with care, but it still caused Light to wince slightly. 

“He said that if he ever found out I even kissed another man, he would kill me himself,” He spoke softly, almost unsure if the words escaped his throat. 

L stopped his small movements over his hands. Wordlessly, he made his way to the bathroom and came back with a damp washcloth and hydrogen peroxide. He sat next to Light again, dampening his hands with wet cloth. 

“Light’s father said that he would kill him if he was gay,” L spoke softly as he washed his hands with the washcloth, “This made Light angry, and hurt himself,” 

Light stayed silent for a moment, L moving onto his right hand to wash, “It sounds foolish now,” 

“I don’t think so,” 

Swallowing thickly, Light responded, “I just always regarded my father so highly; I saw him as this honor bound man with a strong moral code. But when he said that to me… Something shifted. He can be this man with a strong sense of justice, but has ideals that are so backwards,” L looked like he wanted to say something, he opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. He instead poured the alcohol onto the wash cloth, telling Light it was going to sting a bit. Light already knew this. “I was upset. There are worse things in this world than a boy kissing another boy, and there are so many incredible people through time who were queer, and even now. To write them all off because of something like that is foolish,” 

L nodded, “So, you were upset because of your father’s narrow view on the world?” 

“Yes,” Light watched L’s careful hands as he rubbed over and inspected every cut, “The way they think about it all… If I tried I would never understand…” L’s fingers lingered on Light’s hand for a second longer before moving onto the left hand. He felt his heart beating in his chest, “And I have to be honest… There may have been a personal vendetta as well,” He said softly. 

L’s movements stopped completely, hand resting in hand, as he looked up. He inspected Light’s face, his eyes wide, “Light, you are telling the truth this time, aren’t you?” 

Nodding, he tore his gaze away from the other man, “Yes. You were honest with me, it is only fair,” 

“I didn’t have a choice,” 

“You could have denied it,” 

“Would you have believed me?” 

“I don’t know,” 

L stayed silent. He pulled his hands away to put more rubbing alcohol on the washrag. Light knew the cuts were already clean. He didn’t mind. 

“Your father found out I was gay,” L grabbed the back of Light’s hand with one of his, and wash the palm with the other, “He said that he would kill Light himself if he ever kissed someone of the same gender. Scorchio assumed himself to be speaking hypothetically, but you are gay. The connection follows that Light realised that no matter how much his father loves him, he would still want him dead because of something out of his control,” Light said nothing, paying close attention to the movements of L’s hands and the words out of his mouth, “Light went to the bathroom once that was said, broke down, and hurt himself,” L looked at Light, genuine concern in his eyes, “Do I need to worry about future self-mutilation?”  

Light shook his head, “No. It was one time, and an accident. It was just… Jarring to hear,” 

“I can imagine,” L pulled his hands away, “Do you need bandages?” Light shook his head and L nodded, “I understand,” He went back to the bathroom to wash his hands, and came out. “So, you are here now,” He sat back down next to Light. 

“Ryuzaki,” He turned to L, “After I found out. I got angry. I was filled with rage and didn’t know what to do with it.” Light swallowed steeling himself for his next sentence, “I wanted to hurt them. All of them,” L’s expression didn’t change or warp like he expected it to. He almost wanted to laugh.

 Right. Stalemate.

“They are writing you off because of it, and they would do the same thing to me if they knew. I was angry, I still am. Hurting them won’t change anything. They aren’t going to change their minds either. They need to be taught a lesson, all of them.”

L blinked slowly at Light, “Light. Tell me. What are you doing here?” 

“Revenge. But I need your help, Ryuzaki,” L said nothing, Light talked quicker, “I have an idea. But it involves you, and I need you to be fully on board,” Tilting his head, he looked skeptical, “Ryuzaki, aren’t you tired of it all? Are you sick of just waiting for things to get better, constantly having to hide that piece of yourself, terrified that if it came out everything would fall apart?” Light sighed, “The whole damn system is broken right now, way beyond our repair. We both know that. But I am not above some payback, and I know you are not either,” 

L put a thumb to his lips, pondering. Light could almost hear the internal monologue he was having with himself, but the words are muddy in his mind, as his heart was thumping loudly into his ears. The debate ended, and L looked back into Light’s eyes, a small smirk grew behind his thumb, “What do we need to do?”