#WHY IS EVERYONE SO LOVELY ALL OF A SUDDEN

[issues4him]

★ — cop!rafe making his dumb girl feel smart after his buddies made fun of her !!

cw: : smut, eighteen plus content, unprotected sex, semi-public, heavy heavy praise, cussing, aftercare

cop!rafe x dumb!reader

you were so excited for this. you’d been talking about it for weeks—“omg, rafey, a fancy dinner? with cops? like, real ones?”—while spinning around your bedroom in three different mini dresses that were all technically inappropriate for a formal event, but rafe didn’t have the heart to stop you. he just sat on your bed, arms crossed over his chest, watching you twirl like a proud, tired boyfriend, biting the inside of his cheek when you landed on the satin pink one that barely reached mid-thigh.

now here you were. strutting into a fully catered police banquet with your hand wrapped tightly around rafe’s arm, hair curled to perfection, sparkly heels clicking with every step. you looked like a barbie doll in a room full of navy blue uniforms and neutral-colored cocktail dresses—and you loved it. you beamed up at your man the whole time, practically bouncing as he led you to the table reserved for officers being honored. the room was full of polished silverware, white tablecloths, and tight smiles. everyone looked… serious. clean. reserved. but you were a little slice of chaos wrapped in pink satin and lip gloss.

“babe,” you whispered excitedly, leaning into his arm as you sat beside him, “i think this bread is, like, free.” you tore a piece off and popped it in your mouth. “that’s, like, so nice of them.” rafe didn’t say anything. just reached under the table to rest a hand on your thigh, giving it a slow squeeze. you smiled at him like he hung the moon, completely oblivious to the looks you were getting from the other end of the table.

one of the wives leaned toward another, whispering something behind her glass of red wine. the two of them giggled, then not-so-subtly looked at your bow-covered purse and bedazzled nails. you didn’t notice. you were too busy trying to figure out if the guy across from you was a sheriff or “like, just a mall cop.”

“wait,” you leaned into rafe again, lowering your voice but still loud enough for the table to hear, “are firefighters invited to this too? or is it, like, just real cops?”

the table went awkwardly quiet. a few people chuckled—but not in a nice way. rafe didn’t laugh. he just reached for his water, jaw tightening, eyes narrowing as they passed over the people across from him. you blinked, confused, and reached for another piece of bread. “this is like, super fancy applebee’s. i love it.”

one of the men scoffed, “don’t,” rafe muttered under his breath, squeezing your thigh harder.

you looked up at him, pouting slightly. “did i say something bad?”

he turned to you, expression unreadable, “no, baby. you’re perfect.” and then he stood, “come with me.”

you blinked. “where’re we—?”

“now.”

you took his hand, confused but obedient, heels clicking against the marble floor as he pulled you away from the table. you kept glancing over your shoulder, giving the others a cute little wave, still not understanding why they weren’t smiling back. he led you down a quiet hallway, past the catering staff, past the restrooms—until he found a private door with no name on it.

the second the lock clicked behind him, rafe had you pinned to the wall. your gasp barely had time to echo before his mouth was on yours—hot, demanding, needy. his hands were everywhere at once, one gripping your thigh and hauling your leg up around his waist, the other wrapped around the back of your neck like he couldn’t stand being even an inch away from you. you whimpered into the kiss, breath already shaky from the sudden shift, your gloss smearing between you.

“rafe?” you giggled, a little breathless. “what’re you doing? we’re gonna get caught…”

“good,” he growled, hand already sliding under your dress, fingers curling around your ass. “let those assholes hear how much you fucking belong to me.”

your heart fluttered at the possessiveness in his voice, your core already aching from the way his hips ground into yours, slow and deliberate. you could feel his erection through his uniform pants, pressing right between your legs. you blinked up at him, eyes wide and dazed. “wait… are you mad?” he didn’t answer with words—just grabbed your waist and spun you toward the desk behind you, bending you over the edge with one firm shove. the satin of your dress rode up instantly, bunching around your hips as you gasped, palms flat on the cool surface. “rafe—!”

“be quiet,” he snapped, already unbuckling his belt, the sound sharp and fast and filthy. “you don’t even know, do you?”

you peeked over your shoulder, lashes fluttering. “know what?”

“why they were laughing at you.”

you blinked, confused. “who was?”

he stepped up behind you, dragging your baby blue thong down with one hard tug and letting it fall around your ankles. his voice dropped, dangerously low, “they were making fun of you.”

you froze for half a second—then softened again, relaxing back into the desk with a pout, “ohhh. why?! what’d i do?!”

rafe clenched his jaw, running his hand up your spine until it wrapped around the back of your neck, pushing you gently back down against the wood, “you didn’t even notice,” he muttered, pulling himself free and lining up behind you. “too busy bein’ such a sweetheart. all you wanna do is be good for me, yeah?”

you nodded, face flushed against the desk. “uh-huh…”

out of your line of sight, rafe nodded in agreement before slipping his red tip into your soaked pussy. he bottomed out, pulling you flush against him before gripping your ass cheeks and snapping his hips back and forth. you moaned—loud, needy, your hips instantly rocking back into him like your body had been waiting for this.

“oh my gosh,” you gasped. “you feel so good… rafe, i—fuckk, i think i saw stars for a second—”

“you don’t have to think, baby,” he growled, thrusting hard enough to make the desk creak under you. “i’ll do it for you.” you whimpered, back arching. his grip on your waist was bruising now, pulling you back into each thrust like he wanted to bury himself inside you forever. “they don’t get to talk about you,” he muttered, bending over you, hips slamming into yours with every word. “they don’t get to laugh. don’t even get to fuckin’ look.” your lip gloss was smearing against the desk, your moans turning to helpless little whines. “only i do,” he whispered, kissing behind your ear. “only i get to see you like this. bent over, fuckin’ soakin’ wet—taking me so damn good.”

you nodded, gasping, legs shaking. “y-yeah—only you, only you—”

“that’s right.” his voice dropped to a low murmur, suddenly softer, breath hot against your neck. “you’re so good for me, baby. so sweet. so fucking smart.” you choked on a breath, crying into the desk, “my perfect girl,” he whispered, pressing a slow kiss to your shoulder as he rutted into you. “i love you so much.”

your whole body jolted from how deep he was, how slow he moved now—not rough anymore, not punishing—just claiming. deep, grinding thrusts that made your legs shake and your breath hitch with every roll of his hips. his mouth stayed on your skin, trailing slow, open kisses along your shoulder and neck like he couldn’t stop worshipping you even if he tried. “you feel so good, baby,” he breathed, voice shaking with it. “taking me so perfect. you’re always so perfect.” you whimpered, barely able to form words, your head spinning. your lip was caught between your teeth, eyes glossy, mouth parted as you gasped softly every time he pushed back inside.

“i’m not even mad anymore,” he murmured, one hand sliding down the curve of your stomach as his chest pressed flush to your back. “they’re just fuckin’ jealous. so jealous i get to come home to the sweetest, prettiest, smartest little thing they’ve ever seen.”

you let out a broken little moan, blinking back tears as your hips twitched against his, “i’m not smart, rafey,” you mumbled, dazed.

he grabbed your face gently from behind, fingers curled along your jaw as he turned your head to kiss your cheek. “don’t say that.” his voice was soft—but serious. serious in that way that made your chest flutter, “you’re smart where it counts. you know how to love me. how to make me feel like a man. that’s more than any of them could ever do.” you gasped at another slow thrust, your fingers tightening on the edge of the desk. he followed your reaction with another kiss to your temple, his hand still gently cupping your jaw, “you know how to make me proud.”

you let out a little hiccup, overwhelmed—eyes fluttering shut as your body clenched down around him. he groaned at the feeling. “that’s it, sweetheart. you feel that?” another thrust—deep. “that’s how good you are for me. you’re my perfect girl.” you were unraveling under him, his uniform brushing against your skin, his hand still holding your face as he slowed even more—grinding into you like he was trying to melt into your body, “say it,” he whispered against your ear. “say you’re my perfect girl.”

you sobbed out a soft, whiny, “i’m your perfect girl…” and he melted.

“yeah, you are.” another kiss. a soft groan. his hand slid down to your stomach again, holding you tight while his hips moved with a lazy, desperate rhythm. “my good girl. my smart girl. my fuckin’ baby.” you were trembling now—every part of you raw and worshipped and full. and when you came for him, gasping his name like it was the only thing you remembered, rafe followed right after, pressing his chest to your back and whispering “i’ve got you, baby. i’ve always got you.”

you were still shaking, forehead resting against the desk, soft little whimpers leaving your lips every time your body twitched from aftershocks. your skin was flushed, your legs barely holding you up, and your lip gloss was completely gone. rafe stayed close. one hand still wrapped loosely around your waist, the other trailing down your back—soft, soothing. like he was petting you. like he couldn’t stop touching you even now. “you okay, baby?” he murmured, lips brushing the back of your neck.

you nodded weakly, blinking back the dizzy tears in your lashes. “mhm…”

rafe smiled—soft and real. he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the spot between your shoulder blades, then carefully reached for your hips and helped ease you upright. you stumbled a little and caught yourself on his chest. “whoa—hey, i got you.” his arms wrapped around you instantly, holding you close as he helped you sit on the edge of the desk. “just breathe, pretty girl. we’re good. you’re okay.”

you blinked up at him, mascara smudged, eyes glossy, lips kiss-bitten and pouty. you looked wrecked—and he’d never seen anything so beautiful. “my legs feel like jell-o…” you mumbled, voice all soft and floaty.

he huffed a little laugh and kissed your forehead. “yeah? that’s ‘cause you took me like a damn champ, baby.”

his hand slid between your thighs, gentle this time, and he cleaned you up with one of the tissues he always kept in his pocket for exactly this kind of chaos. you whined at the sensitivity, and he shushed you sweetly, brushing his nose against your cheek, “you did so good, baby. so, so good for me. i’m so proud of you.”

you smiled dreamily, playing with the collar of his uniform while he adjusted your panties back into place and smoothed your dress down over your thighs. he straightened your straps, fixed your necklace, and wiped the corners of your mouth with the gentlest touch. “do i look pretty still?” you whispered, eyes wide and hopeful.

he tilted your chin up and gave you the softest kiss—slow and loving, the kind that made your heart feel full. “you look beautiful.” he kissed your cheek. “like an angel.” another kiss. “like the smartest, prettiest little thing in this whole damn building.”

you giggled. “even with mascara under my eyes?”

“especially with mascara under your eyes.”

you giggled again, wrapping your arms around his waist like he hadn’t just destroyed your body over a desk. he held you there, big hands sliding down to your hips—then squeezing your ass without warning.

“rafe!” you squealed, although showing to attempt at stopping him.

he smirked, kissing your pout away. “sorry, couldn’t help it. still mine.”

“always yours,” you whispered, hiding your smile in his chest.

he hugged you tighter. “damn right.”

pink bow divider : @bernardsbendystraws  <3

a/n: thank you anon for telling me your dream about cop!rafe hehe

[aninipanin1]

Lap pillows with Isagi? (I can imagine the rest of the guys getting jealous)

WHY HIM?

Notes: RAHHH I love Isagi so much, my loml, hope you enjoy!

"What the hell?!"

"Hm? Did you say something, Yukimiya-san?" You asked, tilting your head at the sudden outburst from the brunette player. You were busy tapping on your tablet, answering emails and other chores you were meant to finish as you ate in the canteen.

It was yet another day in Blue Lock, and the cafeteria was still empty except for you and Isagi until Yukimiya entered the cafeteria and found you sitting on a chair. Oh, but it definitely was not the one that caught his attention. Instead, his eyes glared at the slumbering striker that used the rest of the chairs as some sort of bed, with his head on your lap.

It definitely pissed him off, especially with how Isagi had his arms wrapped around your waist while sleeping away on your lap.

"How long has been here?"

"Oh, you mean Isagi-san? He was having a headache earlier, so I said he could sleep on me if he wanted to. So he did."

"Did he now?"

He swore to god that the veins on his forehead were so close to popping. What the hell was that bastard thinking? The shameless audacity to do this was just appaling to the brunette.

Okay, maybe it was because of the green envy running on his veins because he knows he does not have the guts to do this to you (he has a reputation as the gentleman to uphold) but damn, he did not know thag Isagi can be this...upfront.

Now, maybe it was you who offered to do this. It would not be surprising with your empathetic and caring nature, but are you thag clueless and oblivious, that you can let a random guy rest his head on top of your thighs.

"Damn, Isagi..."

He looked to be comfortable with it, too, softly snoring away and face nearly burying his face on your stomach.

It did not take long before the other guys also entered the cafeteria, and at first, it was all good and peaceful, probably because the exhaustion of practice wore them out. Though, they have yet to see the spectacle Yukimiya was currently glaring at.

But of course, it did not take long before the players searched for you. There you were, sitting peacefully, eyeing your tablet while eating, and on your lap was one Isagi...oh.

Oh.

Oh.

"What the fuck?" Barou let out the coldest curse he ever mustered out as he took in what he was seeing.

"Yeah, what the fuck indeed." Niko blinked, glaring at the slumbering raven haired striker.

"Am I the only who has the urge to grab his hair and drag him out of his position?"

"Nope. Do it, no balls." Otoya answered a pissed off Karasu, who looked about ready to jump someone.

"I think you guys are overreacting..." Nagi pouted, feeling jealous as well, but seeing as he always finds himself resting on your thighs when he is feeling extra lazy, he was not as worried as the others were.

"No, we're not. Isagi is dead." Reo said, not even paying attention that it was his turn to get his food from the machines.

"Y/n-chan! What happened with Isagi?" Bachira hopped to the seat next to you, seeing as the others were still too stunned to overtake it (they would always fight for the chairs closest to you, its like a whole Olympic game itself, believe me).

"Hm? Isagi-san was not feeling well, so I let him rest here!" And as if you could not make them anymore jealous, your hand found itself patting and massaging Isagi's hair to try and help relieve any left over pain from his headache even if he is still asleep.

The whole cafeteria was quiet. It is much too quiet than it usually is. But if you could only stop being oblivious for once, the hawk like glare everyone was giving Isagi was noise enough to scare and bother someone who has mental and common stability.

Too bad most of the Blue Lockers do not have that.

"He must have saved the world to be this damn lucky." Chigiri rolled his eyes, before continuing to eat his meal.

"Are we even sure that the headache is real or its just a ploy of his." Aiku doubted. Damn, now he wants to know how it feels to also lay his head on your thighs.

"Dunno, that's unlike Isagi. But still, no forgiveness on him. Traitor." Hiori sassed. Oh, he is definitely getting back at him at practice when he feels supposedly better.

"Oh, wait. Isagi-san, wakey, wakey. You need to eat to better your headache." You said in a whisper, gently shrugging the boy's shoulder.

With a groan, Isagi opened his eyes before standing up, still a bit groggy from his sleep. As he adjusted, you took that time to get him his food as quick as you can before putting it in front of him on the desk.

"Here, eat up! Say 'ahh'." You raised up a chopstick of pork to him to which the boy blushed at, before shyly accepting the pampering treatment.

"Now I wanna be sick. Come on, someone sneeze on me." Lorenzo commented from another table, moving Niko by his shoulders urging the boy to do something as if he knows how to make someone intentionally sick in the first place.

"Wifey material. For real, for real." Shidou blabbered, being stopped by literally Karasu and Nanase from going over to you and Isagi and doung whatever the weird demon had in his mind.

"Feed me too, Y/n-nie!" Charles hopped from his seat to where you are, which pissed off Rin so much he started chanting some curses and insults under his breath that he looked like he was summoning dozens of malevolent spirits.

"Um...okay, Charles-san. But maybe after Isagi-san, since he is sick." You happily accepted, although a bit confused as to why he wants you to feed him too.

"No one is stopping me from stomping on Charles."

"Kunigami no-"

"Kaiser-san, please don't bully Isagi-san. He was not feeling well earlier." You frowned at the German striker who is once again, acting like the cliche mean girl towards Isagi who just glared back at the man.

"Oh, no. Listen, häschen, I have a score to settle with little Yoichi here." Kaiser, who was not present earlier at lunch, heard what happened through word of mouth, and needless to say, he was jealous and pissed that his number one rival in the sport, is also his number one rival in another area.

"Leave me alone, Kaiser."

"How about you do that first with Y/n? Not be a creep?" The blonde striker retorted back with a smug smile on his face. The rest of the Bastard players just entered the field and did not even blimk when they saw Isagi and Kaiser fighting again.

It was another ordinary Wednesday for the German Stratum.

Meanwhile, you just looked at the tension between the two with confusion, trying your best to understand what they are even arguing about again.

'Is this what they call sexual tension? Well, do they even swing that way?'

ADDITIONAL TIME:

"Repeat what I said again, Y/n." Chris smiled, coaxing the girl who looked at him with understanding and determination to obey his words.

"No man is ever worthy of me. Especially hormonal football teenagers. And...um...what was after that?"

"You...?"

"Oh! I deserve someone who is a man who will take care of me well, instead! And if I don't find one, its better for me to be a single, free lady."

"That's my kid!" The blonde coach laughed loudly, patting your head as you smiled back at him, happy that you pleased your mentor and father figure.

Growing up, your father was not the best paternal guidance you had. He does not care about your emotional and psychological needs, only there to improve your intelligence. He never taught you life lessons about the world and how to survive its cruelty.

But now, it seems like you have many father figures (and a maternal figure) to learn the things you were never taught about before. So of course, you paid the utmost attention to the coaches' words and obey them as best you could.

"You're dooming Y/n to a lonely life?" Snuffy raised an eyebrow at Chris, a little doubtful and suspicious of the English man's words.

"Oh, come on! As a man who has been a teen, I know how most teens' minds work. They have to learn how to be a man first in order to treat the princess right. And I'll be the one to make sure of that!" Chris retorted at the Ubers' coach, which just led to Snuffy sighing before patting your head as well.

"He is right at some points. But don't take most of his advice too seriously."

"Hey!"

I know its short guys but pls bear with me I am experiencing writer's block again rahhhh. I think its because its my summer break and my mind is wired to just sleep and scroll lmaoo. Hope yall enjoyed this still though

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

Normal people love their weekends because they have some time off; I love weekends because I can finally enjoy my sweet moots incredible works!! And this here, was the perfect sweet and delicious treat I desperately needed!!

From the first word, I was conquered.

The length of Arthur’s absences varied like the frequency of rumbles during a storm. Dark clouds hung heavy over every departure, and your tears threatened to drop like rain down a window. “I’ll be back soon,” he always promised while kissing the top of your head and squeezing you tight. Some trips were short cracks of thunder, ending just as fast as they began; others would roll on for days, the heavy rain flooding the rushing river that was your anxiety.

The metaphor is so perfect, on top of being absolutely beautiful. I'm in love already, and this is the FIRST paragraph.

I loved how you perfectly blended the right amount of angst with his long absence, the Reader refusing to forgive him right away even if we can still understand how happy she is to be with him again, to be home again. It was really well-paced and made the situation even more real, as usual with your incredible writing!

All the possibilities of his absence spun in your brain in a demonic sacrificial waltz.

I don't know why but this part made me LOL, it's so meaningful and gave me the best images in my head; like hell yes anxious thoughts clearly does that (for me at least 😂)

He wore a familiar cattleman revolver on his hip and long silky locs of hair rested over broad shoulders like always–though more tame this time. And despite their vibrant colors, the wildflowers in his hands dulled in comparison to the bright white, freshly pressed shirt he wore.

I love this. I love how his return is nuanced and how you perfectly transcribed it with those details. He brought those flowers with vibrant colors but he wore a fresh shirt, suggesting he took care of himself first, which totally cancels out the effect of the flowers and even makes them dull. He's back but he has been (or we thought he has been) selfish. This is peak subtext here!!!!

Once again the "The king has returned" line made me laughed, I could picture it so neatly in my brain, sarcastic bitter tone and all. Also adored how she rightfully reproached him that he looks like it was his birthday, very real and well written! I think the bath line also made a strong impression for everyone, and indeed it was brilliant!! Your dialogues are always on point, and I'm very admirative of that. I'm forever taking notes while reading you ✍️✍️

And then, as you make us long and wait and make his hard for him to fix things, you deliver the perfect resolution, I was so happy when I read what he had prepared in the room 😭😭 It's so good that you made this crescendo!

Warm light burst out as you crossed into the room. Lit candles lined the fireplace mantle, their flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. A brand new day dress draped across the chair, a decorative hair comb resting atop it. “Saw it in a window.” His words poured out smoothly like aged whisky, the sudden sound causing you to jump but prompting the skin on your arms to prick up all the same. And you were embracing each other without another thought—your fingers intertwining behind his neck, his hands settling on your hips.

Yes yes yes my heart healed!! I also adored how they instantly jumped on each other, a perfect burst of joy after the cold stillness of the situation! And after that, Arthur explaining everything like the adorable puppy he is, justifying himself and all was just so cute I wanted to KISS HIM ALL OVER

“I can do that thing ya’ like.” he offered, his chipped tooth smile brightening his face.

I died.

(no like really, that line with the chipped tooth smile??? God I would have fainted.)

“You know, I never stop thinking ’bout you when I’m away.” You fluttered around his fingers, and your hips arched a little higher off the bed, “always thinkin’ ’bout you like this, all pretty and spread open for me.” His thumb started fast circles on your clit, and you braced yourself for another tidal wave as his passionate speech continued. “Next time y’miss me, get on that cot, spread these pretty thighs, think about what I’m doing t’ya, and use those fingers to getcherself off, can you do that for me?” Your eyes rolled back as your mouth fell open, but only sounds of absolute ecstasy came out of you. “Whatd’ya say, darlin’?”

Jesus, the smut part to end this sweet little treat, just like the cream on top of a cake 🫠 The dirty taaaaalk omg, I am WEAK, I am on my KNEES, I'm feeling my body tingling everywhere just reading it again to copy/paste the paragraph 😂. But seriously though, absolutely perfect ending to continue with the crescendo thing. I don't know why exactly, but I also love that you cut directly to the SECOND orgasm? It was powerful and reinforced the intensity of their reconciliation 😏 The last paragraph was FIRE too, how you described their love making, comparing it to being home when tangled with the other, no matter the time spent away... Phew!! Loved loved loved.

Absolutely amazing from the first word to the last. I know I'm having the best time when reading you, Zae and I'm never ever disappointed.

Love ya!! Thank you for sharing this delicious sweatest treat with us, definitely needed it! 😌 (thanks to Kenny for requesting this scenario too eheh!)

Your Piney 💞

Peregrine

Summary: Arthur misses your birthday. Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female!reader Word count: 2,124 Tags: angst, smut, high honor Arthur, oral, pnv, fingering Warnings: 18+ MDNI

an: A request fulfilment for my dear Kenny @emerald-ranch. I kinda added in the birthday thing, I hope that was alright! It became clear to me as I was writing this that I 1000% have a thing for Arthur on his knees...XD anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Peregrine: having a tendency to wander

The length of Arthur’s absences varied like the frequency of rumbles during a storm. Dark clouds hung heavy over every departure, and your tears threatened to drop like rain down a window.

“I’ll be back soon,” he always promised while kissing the top of your head and squeezing you tight. Some trips were short cracks of thunder, ending just as fast as they began; others would roll on for days, the heavy rain flooding the rushing river that was your anxiety. 

But in time, he’d arrive with blood, dirt, and sweat staining his shirt and the scar on his chin covered by his overgrown beard. Outstretched arms would warm you like the afternoon sun. You’d breathe him in, sighing contentedly despite scents of gunpowder and musk clinging to him.

This time was different.

The sun fell below the horizon for the fourth time since he’d departed. Glass bottles clinked as camp buzzed with the lively energy of celebration—a celebration for your birthday. You tried everything to enjoy yourself, forcing air through your vocal cords to mimic a laugh, stretching your lips and showing your teeth to fake a smile, all while trying not to panic.

All the possibilities of his absence spun in your brain in a demonic sacrificial waltz. Was he still alive? Did he get arrested? Was he captured by Pinkertons and tortured while the rest of you partied the night away? Or worse, was he out there, perfectly content with being away knowing you were desperately waiting? To keep yourself sane, you rationalized. He was out finding food and making money. He had mouths to feed and people to take care of. Survival was more important than a birthday.

Whether they were too drunk to notice or respectfully giving you space, nobody protested when you slipped away to Arthur’s tent for the night. Tears spilled down your face and onto his pillow as the last hours of your birthday ticked by.

The stench of dread infiltrated your dreams and ruminated even in your waking hours. Nothing you did could free you from the pain of missing him. At high noon, heavy footsteps prompted you to look up from the growing line of yarn in your lap. You’d memorized the sound of Arthur’s walk like your favorite song, yet the man standing before you felt like an imposter. He wore a familiar cattleman revolver on his hip and long silky locs of hair rested over broad shoulders like always–though more tame this time. And despite their vibrant colors, the wildflowers in his hands dulled in comparison to the bright white, freshly pressed shirt he wore.

And your heart plummeted like a stone in a lake; while you were crying yourself to sleep on your birthday, he saw to himself instead of you. Privy to your dismay, the cowboy’s features lowered into a frown. 

“Darlin,” he started, quiet and hesitant. “I–I ain’t got an excuse.”

You huffed, losing your stitch count and refusing to meet his eyes. “The king has returned.”

Leaves and twigs cracked under his uncomfortable shuffle as he faltered, “thought we could go for a ride, to–”

And you didn’t let him finish. “M’busy, Arthur.” 

Silence hung in the air while he thought of a response. “M’sorry.” He said, then continued when you didn’t acknowledge him. “I’m sorry, and that should’ve been the first thing outta my mouth.”

“Yeah, it should’ve,” you agreed grudgingly. The threads of intertwined yarn were jumbled and lopsided now, a tangled reflection of this whole week. You threw the needles and yarn down into the grass beside you and finally brought yourself to face him. He wanted to smile finally seeing you, but instead, something like a sigh of relief rolled out with his words.

“Time just…got away from me,” he admitted. “I’m a self-serving idiot bastard, and I’m just…sorry. Just lemme make it up to ya’.” 

You thought for a moment, then glanced over your shoulder at Grimshaw, trying to find an out.

” But I got chores,” you told him.   

“Don’tchu’ worry ’bout that.” He extended his free hand out to you, and dammit, yours was in it faster than you could deny yourself.  The outlaw lifted you up from your seat with one arm and locked yours and his together as he drew you away from camp. And you had to give credit where credit was due because he pulled out all the stops: a ride in a stolen stagecoach, wine, dinner, and a room. He spoiled you in the only ways he knew how, but still, you couldn’t rid yourself of the uninvited guest, unadulterated hurt, that squatted in your bones.

“How was the party?” He’d asked.

“Fine.” You replied, pushing food around on your plate.

“Charles told me the girls managed to get you a cake.”

“They did.”

And the conversation trailed off like it had so often tonight. Every time you glanced at him, the hair, and especially the shirt, hate-filled magma churned within, and you couldn’t hold it any longer, your words spewing out like lava. 

“S’a fancy shirt.” 

His chin touched his chest as he fiddled with the top button. He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off for the second time tonight.

“Glad you had time to stop and pamper yourself. Nice shave, fancy hair, new shirt. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think it was your birthday.”

You didn’t mean to sound so crass, but now that the pot had boiled over, stopping the overflow felt damn near impossible. 

“I thought–”

“Thought?” A curt laugh halted his attempt to explain himself. “It’s hard to imagine you doing any of that.”

And he hung his head, an old dog with his tail between his legs–shameful that he’d disappointed the one he loved the most.

“And you paid for a bath too. Tell me, was it twenty-five cents or fifty?”

Your chair screeched against the floor, and you jerked back before he could answer, fleeing to anywhere but that table with him. The room key Arthur gave you in the stagecoach burned a hole in your pocket. You trotted up the stairs, searching for 2C and ignoring his calls from behind you. The least you deserved was a night behind closed doors, locked away from everything, even if it meant locking him out in the process.

Warm light burst out as you crossed into the room. Lit candles lined the fireplace mantle, their flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. A brand new day dress draped across the chair, a decorative hair comb resting atop it.

“Saw it in a window.” His words poured out smoothly like aged whisky, the sudden sound causing you to jump but prompting the skin on your arms to prick up all the same. And you were embracing each other without another thought—your fingers intertwining behind his neck, his hands settling on your hips.

“M’sorry, sweetheart. Ain’t ever gonna forgive m’self for lettin’ you down.” 

And you listened patiently while he devolved into his long-winded explanation.

“Was hoping to make a quick house call. Get in n’ out in one night, quick and easy. And I did, but some goddamn bounty hunters found my trail on the way back. Spent a day hiding out, and knew I wouldn’t make it back in time. Figured I oughta bring something nice back with me, you deserved that much.”

Your eyes drifted to the buttons of the shirt again, and he tilted your chin to look back up at him. 

“I saw the dress in a window, and let the man sell me the shirt too. Wanted to be at least a little presentable–somebody you’d wanna look at. Ain’t much I can do about my face, but...�� 

Chuckling under his breath, he snaked a hand into yours and flicked your stuck-out lip. “Then I saw a sign outside the barber. Buy some pomade and get a free comb for your lady,” he touched his hair and rubbed the grease between his fingers.

“Then I got the key, laid everything out nice, stopped for some flowers, and thought I was prince charmin’ off to sweep you away to the ball–well, the room, more like.” He scratched his neck nervously and shook his head. “I thought you’d think a stagecoach fancy enough to make you forget how much I screwed up. No magic pumpkins ’round here though,” he shrugged. “Just an idiot, head-over-heels, hoping you can find it in you to forgive him.”

And frankly, you’d forgiven him the second you stepped foot into the room. Trying to fight your smile was a losing battle.

“You’re right about the idiot part.”

The gunslinger let out a breathy, almost laugh, before taking your hands in his and ushering you to the bed. Relief ran through you. After four long nights, you could finally submerge yourself in those eyes, blue and gold-like specks of sunlight reflecting on the sea.

“Please, forgive me, darlin’, I’m beggin’.”

Rough pads of his fingers traced over your knuckles as he waited patiently for your response. You crossed your legs and bounced your foot playfully. 

“I don’t know, I seen dogs beg for scraps better than that, Arthur Morgan.” 

And while your words were harsh, both of you were smiling now. He grunted, a sure sound of him swallowing his pride, then sunk to one knee, then another.

“Sweetheart,” the pet name came out thick and rich like honey, “M’sorry. Lemme fix it.”

His hands gripped both your knees, squeezing them lovingly, his touch so reassuringly familiar. He scooted in closer, guiding your legs apart and settling them on either side of his shoulders.

“I can do that thing ya’ like.” he offered, his chipped tooth smile brightening his face.

You ran one hand through his hair and brought him in by the collar with the other, pecking his lips once, then twice. On the third, you slowed down, lingering with your mouth against his, savoring the all too fleeting feeling of home. Soft giggles slipping between your lips interrupted the moment. Arthur stared up at you with nothing but devotion in his eyes, that laugh like the sweetest medicine, healing his diseased heart long riddled by self-loathing and loss. His right hand had started slow circles on your thigh, reminding you of his proposition.

“Thing I like? Don’t know what you mean, Mr. Morgan.” 

But you were shimmying yourself back onto the bed, and he was grabbing at your bloomers at the same time. He lifted his brow knowingly, and hummed a “mhm,” while you lifted your hips, helping him take the garment off and toss it to the floor.

You bunched up your skirts around your waist and looked down at your lover as he lay on his stomach between your legs. His beard grazed your inner thigh, sending thousands of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Squeezing your eyes shut, you sighed in relief, releasing four nights of pent-up anxiety as his lips found your center.

And minutes later, just after letting you come down from the first one, he got to work on another climax, fingers pistoning steadily while he whispered all the things he loved about you in your ear. He was on his side next to you now, his own arousal nudging your thigh. The gruffness in his voice sent another surge of pleasure through you.

“You know, I never stop thinking ’bout you when I’m away.” You fluttered around his fingers, and your hips arched a little higher off the bed, “always thinkin’ ’bout you like this, all pretty and spread open for me.”

His thumb started fast circles on your clit, and you braced yourself for another tidal wave as his passionate speech continued.

“Next time y’miss me, get on that cot, spread these pretty thighs, think about what I’m doing t’ya, and use those fingers to getcherself off, can you do that for me?”

Your eyes rolled back as your mouth fell open, but only sounds of absolute ecstasy came out of you.

“Whatd’ya say, darlin’?”

And with that last question, the dam broke, your orgasm busting out around his fingers. Your sounds were the most divine opera, rising in pitch with every “Yes, Arthur,” as you melted. 

And he wasn’t done with you yet. Despite being miles away from camp, both of you made a home with each other. Home was the trail of raised skin that followed his touch and pairs of eyes meeting in love-filled exchanges. Home was the first few flutters of your pussy as he sheathed himself deep inside you. One night or even a week’s journey wouldn’t deter him, for he’d claw his way through the fiery depths of perdition to get back home to you.

[grimmsbride]

omf umm 🫣 your rex was so good. this is so specific but i feel like our preferences line up p well so im humbly requesting...

douchebag!rex and chubby!reader where rex is constantly teasing her, maybe pinching her side or teasing her for eating sweets or something. but behind the scenes he CANNOT get enough of her, furiously jerks off to the thought of her nightly, gets jealous when other ppl get too close to her.

she gets hit with sex pollen at some point and he gets assigned the job of taking care of her and making sure she doesn't try to fuck everyone she sees. but rex is the one having a hard time keeping it together bc fuck why is she so cute when shes a desperate mess

𝄃𝄀⠀⠀love potions⠀╲ rex sloan ֤ࣨ🫀𖥔 ݁ ˖

summary * 𓈒 you didn’t particularly like rex-splode, and the feeling seemed to be pretty neutral on his end. but a sudden mix of mystery smoke and being quarantined together, brings the two of you far closer then it should have.

tags * 𓈒 rex is extremely ooc. if you are here for a complete canon copy of him, you are at the wrong place— sorry to disappoint. | reader is a witch | typical sex pollen fic only this is my first time ever writing one 😞 | porn with plot(?) | incorrect biology (? maybe??) | sex with complicated feelings | mentions and examples of negging | rex is a dick & douchebag | reader is depicted as chubby / plus size & is a witch | overstimulation | over-exaggerated depictions of sex | raw sex | multiple positions | multiple orgasms | pet names ( pretty, mama, baby, etc etc ) | again hes ooc. | awkward time skips i’m sorryyy

author’s notes * 𓈒 this fic was supposed to be posted like two days ago but i made it way longer then i should have, and i genuinely don’t love how it came out but i still wanted to give my best in fulfilling your request— ty for requesting by the way 🫶🏾. the smut is towards the end if you don’t want to completely read the plot and as always please excuse any typos. i hope you enjoy this fic.

Had you broken your promise to Cecil? Your bold vow that you would never hex any of your teammates, no matter how much they pissed you off? Rex Sloan simply couldn’t wrap his head around it, brain nearly emitting smoke from how much his gears were turning.

It.. had to be a hex, right? Some spell in a fancy language he couldn’t identify, written right in those dingy pages of that grimoire you held so dear. He wondered how you did it, if you stood over him while he slept— whispering saccharine words and giggles, slipping in and out while he was none the wiser.

Only for Rex to wake with nothing but you, on his mind.

It was comical really, how much the outside body covers. One would think Rex hated your guts. And his mouth surely didn’t help. Releasing random remarks about your clothes clinging to your skin, how you should put down that donut once in a while, even going as far as pinching your sides — which always resulted in a quick slap, but still — if anyone on The Guardians were ever asked what relationship the two of you had it could always be described as borderline hostile.

However, appearances can be deceiving. It wasn’t that Rex hated you, or your body for that matter. Quite the opposite actually. The man couldn’t count on two hands how many times his eyes have trailed to your ass whenever you walked by or how he could nearly tremble whenever your form brushed up against him. You consumed him entirely; smell, face, everything about you was intoxicating to the point he simply could not get you out of his mind.

Working out? Rex was wondering if he would be able to lift you at his current rep. How his fingers would probably sink into your warm flesh as he tugged you closer by the hips, maybe you would even whine about being heavy— only for him to prove you wrong.

In the shower? All that steam surrounding him? Oh, the man could only imagine having you right beside him, suds sliding down your body like the stretch marks etched into your skin; the man would be steady wondering how hot and heavy the two of you could get— melting into the other until you’re basically forced to get out.

In his bed, under those comfortable blankets was the worst of all. During the day Rex was able to ignore his thoughts and focus on being a dick to everyone — mostly you — and being a superhero. But in his bed with nothing to ground him, his mind went wild.

Wild enough that it affected the rest of his body.

Most nights were spent rather sinfully, a hand wrapped tightly around his dick whilst arousal dripped from his angry red tip. Rex’s free hand was always on his face, as if shameful for what he was doing. And technically he was.

He was Rex Sloan, basically resident fuck-boy; meaning, jerking off should be really be at the bottom of the list. But when it came to you, any thought of approaching you for such a thing, for something other than random insults and remarks— the man was suddenly mute.

“Rex. Are you listening?”

The mechanical voice cut through the flood of thoughts swarming the man’s mind, snapping his eyes from the random buildings passing by to the machine currently driving the vehicle that soared through the air. And to the side was you, sitting so prim and perfectly in your dark clothes; hand currently occupied by a mirror to which your free hand plucked and fluffed your hair. In the midst your hand dragged down towards your chubby cheek and lower, fingers resting upon your lips to which you gently smoothed— probably assuring they were free of anything.

Rex couldn’t help but stare, throughly entranced with it all— suddenly feeling very jealous of your finger tips.

Were your lips as soft as they looked? He wondered how you would taste, he could just imagine them wrapped around his di—

“Rex?”

The moment his name was spoken again your eyes suddenly snapped to his through the mirror, causing the man to quickly look away, nearly glaring daggers into the back of Robot’s head.

“Yeah, yeah. I know the drill.” He waved it off, forcing a nonchalant facade. “We go to some greenhouse, blow up some freakish plant monster— and then get on with the day.”

Rex then allowed his gaze to tilt back to you, a rather stupid grin suddenly crossing his features.

“But what’s Ms. Sabrina the Witch doing here? You and I could handle this job no problem without the extra weight.”

Your eyebrow twitched, slamming your compact mirror closed as you turned to glare at the man.

“You think you’re so funny.. Maybe I should call Amanda to whoop your ass again.”

“What, you need a little girl to fight your battles?”

“Rex, you aren’t even worth a single spell in my book.. Though,” Your eyes trailed away from the man, suddenly looking deep in thought as your arms crossed over your bosom; “— Maybe I could turn you into a toad.. I’m not sure you would look any different, however.”

Rex couldn’t help but scoff, feeling far too many emotions swarm his stomach the moment he noticed those perfect lips lift into a simper. His own parted, ready to release some fast remark when Robot interrupted;

“From the information gathered by Cecil, there seems to be magical forces at play; explaining the sudden behavior of the plant. Both of you are needed for this mission, and you two are expected to act as a team.”

Those final words were spoken, the tense atmosphere quickly delving into silence. Like teenagers ridiculed the two of you crossed your arms, leaning back into your seats and waiting silently for this damned mission to begin.

Moments passed before the vehicle suddenly stopped, lowering to the ground before a large greenhouse. The windows were frosted, yet large shadows seemed to be pressed against the glass.

With ease you slipped out of the car, tucking your spellbook close and inspecting the outside carefully. What Robot said was right, there seemed to be some type of magical presence; strong enough you felt it from the outside.

You turned, hearing your other teammates exit the vehicle— Robot stepping to stand beside you. His metallic hand rose to the handle of the building, giving the two of you a single glance;

“Are you ready t—“

“Let’s get this over with already!”

. . .

Minutes, possibly even hours passed with the three of you attacking the plant that had taken over the building. With each vine Rex seemed to explode, another grew; dwindling all your progress to zero.

Finally in a sudden turn of events you found the perfect spell, reciting the olden language as a dark spiraled glyph etched into the ground below the plant.

Light sprung from your magic, incinerating the monster from within.

In the midst of this however, a sudden pinkish hue entered the air in the form of smoke, chasing towards you desperately as the plant breathed its final moments. You quickly flung an arm around your face, but it was far too late; feeling the foreign air run up your nose in a painful burn. It trickled down to your throat, clogging so much you began to cough; body shaking from the excursion. You fell to your knees, struggling to catch your breath, as sloppy wet coughs escaped your chest.

“[Name]!”

You didn’t know whether it was Rex or Robot speaking, deciding to focus on your breathing instead. Your eyes shut close, sucking in harshly to hopefully fill your lungs with fresh air and not whatever that mysterious smoke was. It took a couple of tries but you eventually succeeded, feeling your rushing heart relax the moment you could breathe again.

You slowly lifted from your hunched position, noting the way Robot stood close to you whilst Rex stood off to the side, gaze settled upon you with an unreadable expression.

“What the hell was that, Robot?! Did it just piss on her?”

“You’re..” You huffed softly, slowly rising to your feet, tucking your book close to your body. “— so immature.”

“I’m asking a serious question!”

You shook your head, switching your gaze over to the still machine, waiting for some type of answer. You secretly prayed Rex was wrong, knowing you would probably gag if it truly was magical monster plant pee.

“It wasn’t urine, Rex; the plant released a pheromone as a response to [Name] killing it. “ Rex explained slowly, stepping a tad bit closer to you, clearly scanning your form. “It’s current effects are unknown to me, however you seemed to have inhaled most of it and absorbed it through your skin.”

“What?” You hissed in concern, eyes falling to your body as if searching for some type of answer. You even went as far as swiping your skin, truly desperate to get whatever the hell it was off you.

“That won’t work.”

“Yeah, no shit Robot—“ Rex stepped in, eyebrows furrowed for a moment as he glanced down at you before switching his gaze back to his other teammate. “What are you gonna do?”

All was silent for a moment as Robot thought it over, possibly doing millions of calculations for an answer. You stood quietly, attempting to swallow your fear. This so called pheromone couldn’t be that bad.. right? Maybe it was like a skunk thing?

Okay, that did sound pretty bad.

Robot stole you from your thoughts the moment he spoke again, your eyes flicking to him and noticing his own head switched towards Rex.

“For now, while I assess the effects the two of you will be quarantined together.”

“What?”

“There’s no way in he—“

“You could possibly infect the others through contact and given Rex was nearby during the event, there’s a possibility the pheromones hit him as well.” Robot cut through your childish remarks with ease, watching your mouths clamp shut in response.

“This is only temporary. I will figure out an answer soon. For now, please work with me.”

. . .

You wanted to work with Robot, or more like needed to. So you were pretty silent on the ride back to headquarters albeit the little groans of irritation that escaped you each time you shifted, suddenly feeling every bit of fabric clinging to your skin.

It was a blur making it to the quarantine area— or rather your bedroom. You didn’t love having your biggest enemy in your safe haven, but you would have to make do.

“Feel any different?”

“You asked that three minutes ago, Rex.” You murmured softly, eyes closed as you laid amongst your soft blankets. You had taken a shower the moment you got back, something Robot recommended and something you definitely needed. Removing your clothes to relish under the hot water was pure bliss, you would have stayed under there for hours if you could. After which you dried and dressed in a simple shirt and shorts, baggy to combat the sudden suffocating sensation surrounding you.

You turned from lying on your back to your side, allowing your eyes to open and focus on the man across the room. He was seated on your vanity chair, dressed in a simple white tank and his super-suit pants. The man’s hair was done up in a messy bun, a few strands framing his face. You began to stare longer than you should have, only realizing the moment his eyebrow twitched up, clearly questioning your sudden interest on his face.

You breathed softly, “I don’t feel any different.. just, hot.”

“Hot?”

You gave a little nod, rolling onto your stomach as your face smushed into the blankets and pillows below you. “Hot.” You repeated softly, eyes closing for a moment. Hot, was an understatement. While your shower helped cool you down in the moment, it felt as if your temperature was slowly rising and rising— with no end in sight. It explained why you suddenly felt so suffocated; the fabric you wore clinging to your body as you began to sweat.

Along with this, you felt dizzy as if developing the worst super powered vertigo known to man. The only remedy was shutting your eyes tightly, even going as far as shoving your face into your bed to help.

“Really.. hot.” You murmured more to yourself rather than the man, but he heard regardless.

Rex couldn’t help the tinge of worry invading his body as he looked at you. He could hear the way you basically panted, as well as see your body rise and fall with every breath. He sucked in his own, rising to his feet and crossing the bedroom quickly.

“You’re not gonna be able to breathe like that, c’mon—“ he leaned upon your bed with a single hand whilst the other went for your arm, gently pushing you, however hissing the moment his palm made contact with your skin.

“Fuck, you’re boiling [Name].” Rex murmured, eyes casing down your front the moment you rested on your back. He immediately noticed the sweat presented on your skin, shining underneath your overhead light and trickling down your body. With each huff your chest was rising, hands clenching the shirt you wore as if to ground you.

“I’m.. starting to feel weird.” Your voice came out in a croak, as like it burned to speak; eyes blinking open to stare up at the man before you, which proved difficult given how you could barely focus.

Rex sucked in a breath, his hand gliding from your arm to instead maneuver towards your forehead. From the heat radiating against his palm it was clear you had a fever, terrible enough that it seemed to incapacitate you completely. Such a thought caused the man to worry, something he didn’t typically like doing but he couldn’t help it at this point.

“Are you in pain anywhere?”

You slowly shook your head, causing the man’s hand to glide lower, coming into contact with your cheek. The moment it did, you shivered, eyes shutting close and seemingly leaning into his touch. It felt cooling compared to the rest of your body, a funny thought given his entire power was exploding shit.

Still, it seemed like the remedy to your situation, causing you to basically sink into his touch; a sigh gliding through your nostrils.

This took Rex by surprise, eyes widening slowly at the display. You, the woman he was oh so sure hated him, was leaning into his touch? It truly must be winter in hell for such a thing to happen.

“[Name]..?” He called on hushed breath, throughly confused by the situation. You didn’t respond, at first; seemingly content with your cheek in his hand. But the moment Rex moved your eyes were flying open, reaching over to lock your fingers around his wrist.

“Don’t.. move. Please don’t move.”

You murmured softly, borderline whimpering as you turned to place the full weight of your head into his palm. Your fingers dragged down his wrist to his arm, coaxing him to stay just where you wanted— needed him to be. Your entire body was overheating at this point, your clothes feeling far too restricting as if you were ready to burst out the seams. You released a shuddering breath, shifting once more and allowing your lips to graze his skin, nose pressed up against his wrist in turn.

The moment his smell hit you, you were murmuring a soft swear; nails dragging against his skin as desperation began to fill your entirety.

Rex couldn’t do a thing but sit there and gape, attempting to stay composed despite what was unfolding before him. His fingers twitched as they glided close to you hair, feeling something else twitch as your lips traced his skin— fuck, what were you doing? The man wanted nothing more than to ask just that, tearing his hand away in the process.

But he couldn’t, not with the way those pretty eyes were fluttering at him, clearly so desperate for his touch. Rex’s tongue slipped out to glide across his bottom lip nervously, nearly convulsing as he watched your gaze fall to the simple action.

Everything was growing so hot around the two of you, as if the pheromones had seeped out completely and covered every inch of your room. Silence carried before your lips parted to speak a sweet,

“Rex..”

It took a moment for the man to reply with how his name tasted on your tongue. You had abandoned that usual hint of annoyance and frustration crafted specifically for him, instead choosing something so soft, and downright irresistible it was causing his mind to go wild.

His teeth dragged across his cheek, finally releasing a simple; “What is it? Do you.. want me to go get Robot?”

You couldn’t have shaken your head any faster, hand even tightening around his arm— as if truly scared his touch would leave. You brought your body closer to the edge of the bed, closer to him; eyes carrying down his form as soft huffs pushed through pouted lips.

“No..— please, please stay. I need you to stay, Rex.” A drawn out beg escaped you quickly, Rex sucking in air at your words. Stay? He had no choice but to. The two of you were quarantined after all.

But something told him that wasn’t what you were only entailing. Something, like how your gaze simply couldn’t focus on a single spot; trailing from his face down to his legs— lingering there for a moment before returning back to his features.

“Then wha—“

“I need,” You begun slowly, struggling to find the words as hurried breaths escaped. The feeling running through you was completely foreign, sensations, senses, all of it; cranked up completely to one hundred. Fear of the unknown pooled deep in your stomach, followed by something else entirely the longer you looked at the man before you.

Finally you seemed to find what you wanted, fingers dragging against his skin once more, it pricking with each touch.

“You. I need you, Rex. I need to feel you..”

You were lying. This was a trick to fuck with him right? There’s no way you, wanted him in that way. It was all some ploy to admit something he didn’t want to, right? It had to be..

Rex wanted to open his mouth to refuse you, brain screaming at him to push you away. Push her, push her, push her— it thundered in his head as if the only plausible answer to the situation.

But the moment a single please escaped those pretty lips, the only thought in Rex’s head was;

Fuck this.

The hand upon you gripped your cheek with purpose, the man leaning to snatch your lips in a heated kiss. The moment the two of you connected, a soft whine escaped right into his mouth— your free hand latching onto his body quickly. Your lips moved in such a perfect rhythm, igniting your already hot body to basically boil over. You couldn’t help how desperate your lips were getting, whimpering and whining; practically begging for more out of the man.

The two of you parted, Rex watching the way you attempted to chase his lips, eyelids coming to hang low over green eyes that took you in so intently.

“Rex, please..”

“I hear you.” His words broke through the fog slowly clouding your mind, you completely focused on him and only him. The way he breathed, stared, how he ever so slowly lifted himself to hover over your sweltering body; bringing himself to rest on his forearm whilst the other hand continued to hold your face.

“I got you mama, shit..” Rex dragged softly as he pressed another kiss to your lips, leading his own down to your chin, neck, before stamping kisses right against your collarbone. Your taste was a perfect swirl of salty and sweet, curtesy of your sweat and the body wash you had previously used. The man released your face to instead carry his hand downwards, soon reaching the edge of your shirt; breaching the clothing to spread his hand across your stomach.

Rex could nearly groan the moment his fingers clenched, delighted by the way his digits sunk into your plump flesh— hot against his hand and completely perfect despite what he claimed. His eyes took you in searching for something, anything that would tell him to stop— that you didn’t want this at all. But the man only received a pout, and eyes filled to the brim with want.

For him, and only him.

Such a look had him shuddering, leaning close and muttering a quick so desperate for me right upon your lips— such words causing you to keen and melt into him completely. Your arms wrapped around him tightly, never wishing to let go as you felt his comforting hand crossing from your warm stomach and up, the cool air gliding across your skin the more exposed it got.

You gasped as Rex’s fingers traced your breast for a moment, simply playing with you before allowing two of them to enclose a hardened nipple; stimulating the peak so perfectly that sparks were emitting between your thighs. You couldn’t help but lift your hips up, finding what you wanted — his thigh — and dragging yourself up and down slowly.

The stimulation caused you to pant into him, sounds overtaken the moment his tongue intruded your mouth; licking into the dark space with such interest. With a twirl of your two wet, appendages you were moaning softly, feeling the combined spit trickle down your chin the longer you kissed.

You were already dizzy before but with his mouth, fingers, and thigh; you could only describe your mind being a spiral with no end in sight.

As he pulled away you panted, grinding against his thigh like some pathetic dog in heat— clearly desperate for friction to ease the ache between your legs.

Rex took you in greedily, rising up to his haunches, continuing to tweak your breast whilst his other hand carried from your bed and to your body, dragging across your covered sex. Your shorts were soaked, basically ruined; arousal seeping through the fabric easily. He watched as you practically withered at his touch, not so secretly rising your hips to his hand once again.

With another drag of his hand you were whining, peeking up at the man;

“Rex.. don’t tease, please don’t tease me.”

You were palpable, shaking, wanting, needing— everything and anything Rex could have ever wanted. The last thing on his mind was teasing you again.

He was practically tearing your pants and panties off, tossing them to some corner you could worry about later. Your thighs parted, exposing the way a glossy, slick coated your aching cunt; clit swollen, begging for attention as your hole fluttered. Rex couldn’t help but drool, dipping his fingers to coat in your essence, watching the way you practically shook from the naked touch.

“Fuck.. you’re soaked.” Rex whispered, dragging a finger along before finding your little button, circling it carefully. He watched the way your face screwed up in pleasure, how your thighs twitched, slowly enclosing his hand— refusing to let him go where you needed him most.

Your eyes glossy, a film of pure lust covering the pretty gaze; such a look had the man basically huffing, feeling all inhibitions leave his body in a single trickle. Rex continued to circle your swollen clit, feeling the way you so desperately rose into his hand, he knew this was the most sensitive part of a woman, but god— the way you withered was otherworldly.

“Rex, Rex, Rex..” You were whining his name so pathetically, fingers tugging at your blankets as your hips swiveled in the direction of his finger. The ache inside of you only seemed to grow, the pressure building up in your stomach and threatening to spill over. You could feel the way globs of arousal basically pooled from within you, trickling down to your taint and surely staining the bedsheets.

“Fuck… why do you look so pretty like this?”

The question was spoke out loud, yet truthfully not for you to answer. Rex racked his brain on why exactly he waited so long to have you like this. He was such a dick, truly and utterly— to you, and to himself.

The man’s eyes flicked from your pretty pussy back to your even prettier features, gliding his fingers lower to prod at your weeping entrance; easily pushing two digits in to which your velvety walls basically sucked in.

He wasted no time in thrusting the appendages in and out, enjoying the way your moans pitched so perfectly; hitting every inch of his brain in the best symphony. He scissored and curled, brushing up against that spongy spot you; yourself, have never been able to reach with your own fingers.

And the moment Rex’s thumb rose, sweeping across your sensitive button; you were truly done for.

Your hand flew down to his wrist, gripping, refusing to let him go as rushed cries quickly turned into sharp bellows of his name the longer he ruined you with his fingers. It shouldn’t feel this damn good at all. Not simply because it was his fingers but also because it was Rex himself.

The idiot that always looked at you with such disdain, always treated you oddly, mocking you— the whole nine yards like some little bully. Yet here he was, staring at you so sweetly while easing that desperate ache that only he could solve. Only him.

You would slap yourself later. When your mind wasn’t so warped. For now, you wanted nothing more than to be ruined and built right back up by the man you claimed to hate.

Your nails scratched at his skin, thighs closing in around his arm as that pressure thundered deep in your stomach— ready to burst at any time. You couldn’t help the way tears pricked at your eyes, spilling over with each of your quick blinks.

In your daze you heard Rex coo, maybe whisper; soon feeling him move towards your side, face hovering close to your own whilst his fingers continued that perfect rhythm inside of you.

“I can’t believe I’m seeing you like this,” Awe clung to his words, heavy lidded eyes dedicating each pleasure stricken feature to memory; refusing to let it go. “So fucking perfect like this.. I’m such a dick, fuck—“ Rex wondered if he was suddenly getting infected, given the way you so easily took over every sense of his. He felt, smelt, saw, and tasted just about every inch of your presence; a concoction that even the best bartender couldn’t even begin to replicate.

“—Mm close! Fuck.. Rex, please..!”

Your walls clung to his fingers, peak rising so quickly only to crash even faster. The tears spilled over, coating your cheeks whilst your arousal coated his fingers, and your bedsheets. You shook from the aftershocks, desperately trying to catch your breath; whining the moment you felt Rex remove his fingers.

The man opened his mouth to speak, but you moved much faster, reaching out to plant your hands onto his shoulders. You rose, pressing your lips to his own whilst pushing at his body; affectively getting him to lay onto his back whilst you crawled over his body.

Rex could nearly cum in his pants the moment you laid out amongst him, his hands immediately falling to your plush thighs, tugging them; eyes rolling back at how soft you felt against his skin. And the moment he realized you were dragging your hips, smearing your messy pussy across his covered bulge; the man pulled back to groan, shuddering breaths escaping his chest.

“Fuck, fuck— wait, don’t you need to, recover— [Name]?”

“Nnn.. no, no..”

He watched as you rose to sit in his lap, hips still bucking, still grinding and rolling like some machine that refused to turn off. You looked like a fucking goddess above him, hair a mess yet framing your features perfectly, eyes glossy, lips shining with your combined saliva; Rex wondered what he did he do to deserve such a display.

“Need more.. fuck I need it Rex, please!” With a particularly long drag of your hips you were shaking, hands pressed against his chest, crumpling the shirt he wore within your palms. It was like your body didn’t care you had finished just a second ago, still completely aching in desperation as if you were completely untouched.

Your sweet whines did something to Rex, the man swearing under his breath, the previous worry he held for you no longer present. Wasting no time, he allowed his hands to fall from your body to instead find the waistband of his pants, resting his feet onto the bed to shimmy his garments down to his thighs.

His length sprung from its confinements, tip flushed with pearly globs of white slipping from its slit. You brushed close, sweltering center dragging across it so perfectly the both of you could only groan.

Rex’s hands found your hips again, squeezing the flesh within his fingers as his own hips rose to buck into you. “C’mon mama, it’s all yours.. don’t tease.” His head tilted, eyes fluttering closed the moment you ground against him once again. His tip bumped against your swollen button, dragging to your fluttering hole; prodding there for a moment before slowly pushing past the ring of muscle.

The man downright shivered, sparks running down his spine the way your wet walls clung to his dick, shaping around it so perfectly he swore you were made just for him. You weren’t any better, nearly falling apart as you enveloped him completely— ass rested on his legs, seated so perfectly. The stretch should have burned, but you only felt pure bliss with every inch pushed into you. Filled to the brim, his dick basically throbbing inside you, veins brushing against your walls; hitting places you didn’t even know existed.

You didn’t wait to adjust, to allow air to even fully expand your lungs before you were lifting yourself until only the tip remained inside— dropping down in one full motion. The moan released you was pure sickeningly sweet honey, clutching the man so desperately as more hurried drops of your hips followed.

Rex clung to your hips for dear life, barely being able to keep himself together. The single thought of don’t come, don’t come, swirled inside his mind; proving more difficult the longer you rode him. His body shook with each heavy pant he released, nails digging into your plush skin as his eyes nearly met his skull.

“Jus… ha— just like that baby, fucking use me—“ His feet suddenly planted firmly upon your bed, meeting each of your ruts with his own thrusts, tip striking your g-spot so perfectly.

Stars invaded your vision, body sweltering, sweat trickling down every single part of your body— but you refused to stop, you couldn’t. You felt as if you could die without this. And they may have been true, with how you were clinging to the man like he was some kind of anchor.

You lowered yourself, quick breaths fanning across his exposed skin; whining the moment you felt his arms wrap tightly around your waist, feeling him drill into you without a care.

“Rex, o—oh god, fuck!” You shoved your face into his neck, sniffling and sobbing as that ache swelled. You weren’t even thinking properly nor making sense, incoherent words that sounded like some jumbled prayer of his name slipping off your tongue far too quickly.

Before you could even breathe the man was suddenly flipping your positions, hands going for your thighs and spreading you open— fucking into you so deeply, you could have sworn he was in your cervix at this point.

“So perfect.. fucking perfect, fuck, fuck..” His words came out in a drawn fashion, eyes glued to your body. He pushed your thighs, watching the way your stomach rolled up in response; Rex swearing he was getting hard all over again. Your breasts bounced with every thrust, ass rippling each time his hips made contact.

Far too quickly you were coming undone, coil snapping without warning leaving you a shaking mess that could only gasp and cry. Your slick escaped, coating his dick; creating a creamy ring around the base as he simply would not, stop, moving. Instead the man lowered, coming closer and sliding your legs to his shoulders.

Through shallow thrusts Rex spoke, “Been so fucking mean to you. You forgive me baby, huh?” All while planting the sweetest kisses against your skin, as if he wasn’t utterly wrecking you.

You could only whine, hands sliding to his back, dragging your nails against him as you shook your head far too fast— making yourself even more delirious then before.

But that wasn’t enough for the man, no, that wasn’t what he wanted, needed.

A hand came between the two of you, easily finding your messy clit and rubbing circles into the bud. You shook, overstimulation biting at your body to the point you were keening.

“Wanna hear you say it, pretty…” Rex spoke in-between sharp thrusts and shaky exhales. “—I was a fucking ass..asshole, and liar; every inch of you is perfect.. shit, you have me obsessed [Name].”

It was clear the man wasn’t thinking straight from how easily the confession swept from his lips, some type of metaphorical weight being lifted off his shoulders the moment it was uttered however. Rex took in the way you struggled to keep your eyes on him, and with how you were tossing back and forth between ecstasy he was sure you hadn’t heard a damn thing.

Still, the pace of both his fingers and hips quickened, moving much closer to kiss you, soft cooes of forgive me, being pushed into your mouth.

Your hands trailed to his hair, bun long forgotten as the strands peeked and slid between the gaps of your fingers. Rex swallowed your last bellow, your entire body jerking as you squirted, making a complete mess of him, yourself, and your bed.

He wasn’t too far behind, groaning into you as he drove himself deeper, gripping your skin as he flooded you with his come; adding to the mess the moment it began to trickle out.

Rex’s hips finally stilled, hand even moving away from your pretty cunt yet his lips remained on you, still kissing you so sloppily yet gingerly. Moments passed of this lip locking before he pulled away for air, forehead resting against your own as he greedily sucked it up.

You panted as well, that once unquenchable ache now very dull compared to before. You melted into the bed, sighing heavily as your hands dragged from his hair to his cheeks, collecting them in your palms.

“I forgive you.” You whispered, watching recollection cross his features, causing your lips to curl into a little grin. “But yeah, you’re a dick.”

Rex couldn’t help the little grin pulling his lips, “I know. But hey, I helped you get rid of that monster plant piss— just had to sweat it out.”

You groaned softly, pushing at his body to which the man laughed, refusing to break away.

“You ruin everything.”

[thevoidscreams]

For the mating press march,what about Ferrus being a bit jealous so he made a necklace to his girlfriend?

I'm gonna keep it real with you. I have a hard time with Ferrus, so he's probably ooc in this. But I needed him to be jealous for the prompt so I had to. Day 27 Year 2: Warnings: Possessive behavior, trust issues, Ferrus basically putting a collar on you that you can't take off. Mentions of sex but nothing spicy spicy

Word count:2707

Fingers traced over your delicate throat as you slept, cool and metallic, your body instinctively trusted the sensation of the metal digits. Why would it not? They belonged to the man you loved and trusted. But Ferrus was not at ease as he looked down at the peaceful expression on your face. If anything it only made him angrier. That you should rest so well after what you had done, even if unknowingly. With great care he lifted your head from your pillow and slid the necklace he'd made around your throat. It had taken him all day to make, it had to be just right. The band of leather, which wasn't really leather but a highly durable synthetic replication, was a tiny marvel of engineering. Inside was a system that kept tabs, heart-rate, temperature and location would all be fed into a system he could check at any point he wished. Part of him regretted that it had come to this. But he felt he had no choice. He joined the two edges together, which when they met the metals bound to one another, welding the two ends for a permanent fit. It also made the insignia of his legion. Now everyone who saw it would know that you were his and that did ease his mind. As he thought back to the day prior his blood felt hot, he hadn't settled yet from the anger inside. Like an overheated forge it would take longer than most men for him to cool his temper. Fulgrim had stopped for a visit. He had been happy to know his closest brother would be close by again. But that was when the trouble had started. You ran to hug him, just as delighted to see Fulgrim as ever. He didn't know why that burned him so terribly, but it had not been helped by Fulgrim's careless joking. "Oh If I had found her first Ferrus, I am afraid it is you who would be the brother in law." The phoenician had laughed, mirthful in his teasing. Ferrus's teeth ground at the idea. You were his. And it nettled him so terribly to see you sitting there, smiling and making jokes and just getting on with his handsome brother.

Even if you had never made Ferrus feel unattractive, he knew that most would prefer his brother over him, after all he was the Gorgon.

You rolled over in your sleep, pressing your cheek into his metal digits and he felt such a sudden and terrible guilt. It had to be done. It was not enough for others to simply know, they had to see.

He bent low to kiss your lips. His manhood jumped at the soft whisper of a moan. You could ruin this man with only a sound and you weren't even consciously doing it.

He slid into bed behind you and ran his hand down your body, groping the softest parts of you as he did. You mumbled something, and began to stir. He waited with bated breath as you rose slowly from your slumber.

"Good morning." You mumbled still half asleep, and Ferrus pressed his cheeks to yours. You giggled and pressed back. As you moved you felt the tug of the choker and you hand shot up to touch the band. "What's this?" You asked, shocked and now very much more alert. "A gift." He said simply. "You are mine and I want everyone to know this at a glance." You touched the band again, and felt the metal at the front. You wiggled out of the bed and went to the vanity where you kept some of your personal effects. It was a pretty thing. All black leather and the clasp was silver, or at the very least the parts you could see looked to be silver. "Do you like it?" He asked and you were shocked by the question. "Yes it's very beautiful, thank you." There was an odd feeling churning in your gut as you looked at it. You ran a finger between your throat and the band, tugging at it. It didn't budge. "I had considered waiting till you awoke to explain, but I allowed myself a moment of impatience. Forgive me." It wasn't a question, and that surprised you as well. "Ferrus, is everything okay?" This wasn't like him. Of course he'd made you many gifts in your time together, but the choker wasn't coming off.

He stood from the bed and padded towards you. His hands reach for your shoulders. "I intended for it to be an engagement gift." It wasn't a lie, this was how he intended to show the universe that you belonged to him from now on. "Engagement?" You squeaked. The worry and panic drove from your mind as he took your much smaller hand in his. "If you would honor me with your hand in marriage I would be forever joyful." He kissed your palm and fingers. "Yes! Of course!" You practically jumped him, kissing his lips over and over as he held you. "Very good, I will begin preparations for our impending nuptials then." You held onto him and pressed your face against his. He was your iron giant and you did love him deeply. You felt foolish for having doubted him for even a moment. And surely he would remove it if you asked that of him.

Ferrus carried you back to the bed and set you down. Stepping back to remove his massive shirt and pants. You began to tug at your nightgown but he stopped you before you could. "Stay dressed for now." He reached down and touched your chin softly with one gigantic metal finger. "I will remove it myself." He purred. "Very well my lord." You replied, taking his cool hand and kissing it. Ferrus's silver eyes fluttered shut at the gentle touch, of all the affections you imparted on him. He loved the softest ones the most.

You spent the morning in his chambers. He was pleased that you hadn't questioned the necklace after. Though it may have been difficult given how thoroughly he fucked you. Even as he sat in his workshop, the general outline of the celebration laying open on his desk his cock hardened at the memory of you, splayed out under him, chest bouncing as he fucked you, the emblem of his legion shining at your throat. You were his.

He took scraps of precious metals that he'd set aside and began to work on a set of rings. The movement of his work easing his mind further.

The day drew closer more quickly than expected. And much to your sadness most of his brothers would not be able to make it in that time frame. But you had received back many congratulations and the promise that they would stop by in person when available to celebrate properly. However on a lighter note Fulgrim would be there, as would Perturabo and Vulkan. Given that they were close enough and their schedules allowed for it. Though Fulgrim wouldn't have missed it for the universe. In his own words.

You welcomed him back the day before your ceremony, Vulkan was not far behind apparently and Perturabo was with him. You sat, shaky from nerves as you poured Fulgrim a glass of red wine and sat across from him. His eyes fixed on the band around your throat and it was distracting you. "Is something the matter with my attire?" You chuckled, a bit jittery. Fulgrim seemed to come up from whatever trance he'd been in and shook his head. "No, of course not, you are as ever, most splendidly adorned." Fulgrim and always wondered about the pairing of yourself and his brother, such a dichotomy was unexpected. You were a jewel amongst the iron of the legion. Perhaps that is why Ferrus coveted you so fiercely. Fulgrim had been jesting with his brother some weeks prior but if he had a woman like yourself, surely he too would keep you close to his chest. Fulgrim didn't have to have the technical knowledge of his builder brothers to know that what was around your throat was not just a pretty bauble or fashion piece. It served multiple functions, and he knew that once Perturabo saw it, he would have an even greater understanding of the function than he. He kept his thoughts about it just that; thoughts. The pheonician had no reason to suspect his most beloved brother of anything uncouth. You had to know, and the black band had to be for your own safety.

He quickly changed the topic. "Have you prepared everything for the celebration?" He smiled cheekily, "May I see the dress?" You returned his smile and nodded. "Of course." You hopped up and Fulgrim downed the rest of his wine in one smooth motion. You led him back to the personal room you had been given free reign over. There were supplies for crafts and art and anything else your heart might have longed for. "I've kept it in this closet here so that it's out of the way and so that Ferrus wouldn't see it by accident before it was time." Fulgrim nodded sagely. "Did you know that on ancient Terra it was, in some cultures, considered bad luck for the groom to see his bride in her dress before the ceremony began?" You smiled up at your soon to be brother in law. "I did not know that. How did you come across that fact?" Fulgrim shrugged and sat on the lounge Ferrus had made for you. "I read it in a book in one of my father's expansive libraries. I found the information rather fascinating. As I had had six wives of my own in the past." You gasped softly. "I had no idea you were ever married." He nodded as you fetched the bag with the garment in it.

"Some political marriages, but others were for love." He explained. "Well perhaps I should consider asking you for some advice then." His eyes lit up as he saw the fabric, silver with black accents, the color of the Iron Hands. "Do you think he will appreciate it? I was so precise with the seamstresses, I just had to make sure it was perfect." Fulgrim didn't reach out for the fabric, though he might have liked to. "Oh it is absolutely stunning. I look forward to seeing it on you later." You blushed thinking about the upcoming ceremony, your heart rate jumping up in tempo as you imagined Ferrus in his formal attire.

Ferrus glanced down at the screen that displayed your vitals. Your heart rate had jumped up, he pressed the location screen and saw that you were in the private room he'd assigned to be your creative space. You were meant to be with Fulgrim while he finished last minute preparations and joined you. His blood began to heat and he tried to calm himself. He had to trust his brother wouldn't be doing anything with his soon to be bride. Yet the thought worried at him like a dog with a bone.

He stood without speaking and his sons turned to watch him go, only returning to work once he'd vanished from sight. His foot fell way heavy as he moved through the halls of his fortress, eager to find you and put his terrible thoughts to rest.

Fulgrim's laugh lilted through the air, a sound of amusement at your latest joke. You had taken to telling stories and jokes to pass the time. You too were chuckling at your own humor. The door burst open and you fell from your seat. You startled so hard. "Ferrus! Goodness, need you be so forceful with the doors?" You stood up, adrenaline making you a bit shaky as your body realized there was no threat. He scooped you up into strong arms and held you. "You were not in the place you should have been." You pressed a hand to his cheek. "I am sorry my love, Fulgrim wished to see the dress and time got away from us. I did not mean to worry you. I should have told you that we wouldn't be there." Fulgrim stood to greet his brother but something in your words gave him pause. If the choker had a tracker in it. Then why would you have needed to tell him where you would be. Ferrus saw his expression and the two shared a glance, silent understanding moved between the two men and Fulgrim felt a trail of ice run down his spine. You didn't know. He bit his tongue, he shouldn't have but he did. You had no idea that Ferrus had done anything additional to that band around your neck. The hardness in his silver eyes unsettled Fulgrim. He would have to discuss this with him later, but he didn't want to ruin the union before it even occurred. After a long few moments Ferrus set you down. You offered to run and grab the wine from before. Ferrus nodded, sending you away. "You disapprove." He accused, and Fulgrim huffed. "Of course. You put a collar on her, and you're using it to track her every move. Do you trust your own fiance so little that you need to know where she is at all times?" Ferrus growled, his hands balling into silver fists. "It is not her that I do not trust." Fulgrim reeled as if he'd been slapped. "I certainly hope that you do not mean what I believe you to mean. Brother." He spat the last word. "You expressed your interest the last time we were together. Why should I not be extra cautious?" Fulgrim felt his own anger rising. "Because I would never touch her, she is your fiance and soon to be your wife. And even if that were not so I would still not try and take her from you. I agree that I said what may have been in poor taste, but it was never to imply that I would take her from you. Only that you were lucky in finding a woman such as her." Fulgrim sighed exasperated. Ferrus's fists unclench and he takes a deep breath. "You are not the only one. I see the way men look at her, the way they stare." Fugrim huffed again. "Of course they stare, Ferrus, she is beautiful. It is only human nature to admire things of beauty." If anyone would know it would be his art hoarding fiend of a brother.

"I fear that I will lose her." Ferrus admitted. "She is not like me. But I love her so completely, Fulgrim." Fulgrim sat next to him. "I know that you do brother, but you discredit her by assuming she can be taken from you. She spent the whole discussion about the dress worrying and gushing about the details as she wanted to be reassured that you would be pleased by it. She loves you just as deeply, of that I am convinced." Ferrus felt a terrible stab of guilt. Perhaps the collar was a bit much. "You should at the very least tell her about the collar. Or take it off. She has the right to choose."

Ferrus sighed. "I will remove it tonight." He agreed and Fulgrim patted his shoulder. "Tomorrow she will be yours in a way no one could ever hope to match. Let that be good enough, and let her prove herself through her own actions." "Thank you, Fulgrim." Ferrus turned as he heard you returning. "You two having fun in here without me?" You chuckled and sat down on Ferrus's lap, passing off the wine to Fulgrim. "Never without you my love." Ferrus murmured into your hair and held you close. You had already decided you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. That was enough for him. He fingered the collar and reaffirmed his choice. Tonight he will take it off. And tomorrow trade the collar for a ring. It was the correct thing to do, and it was what you deserved. A husband who not only loved and desired, but trusted as well.

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💌 #three nurse’s office.

you lived a perfectly ordinary life—until one day, you accidentally sent a love letter to Itoshi Rin, the guy everyone thought you had a crush on his older brother, when in reality, it was rin you were in love with all along.

wc 4k

you don’t know who decided sports day was a good idea, but you’d like to have a word. maybe trip them on the track for good measure.

the entire school is buzzing with over-the-top enthusiasm. classmates shouting about races and relays like this is the olympics. meanwhile, you’re just trying to get through the day without embarrassing yourself. the sun beats down mercilessly, and the PE teachers are way too excited for their own good.

"having fun?" someone nudges your shoulder, and you sigh before even looking.

"oh, tons," you deadpan, adjusting your wristband. "nothing like public humiliation to make lifelong memories."

“btw you’re up next for the relay,”

you blink. “no, i’m not.”

“yes, you are. we’re short a runner.”

you open your mouth to argue, maybe feign sudden food poisoning, but before you can, the teacher claps their hands. “alright, let’s keep things moving! step up if you’re in the next race!”

your classmate pulls a face, and you groan, dragging yourself to the track. you've run in a relay before, but never in one this competitive. sure, you jog sometimes, but never in a setting like this. rushing to the line, you begin warming up, trying to shake off the nerves as you stretch your legs, rolling your shoulders as you steal a glance at the crowd. most students are too busy chatting or hyping up their teammates to notice you, but then your eyes land on him.

rin itoshi, standing at the sidelines, arms crossed, watching. his gaze is sharp and focused, like he's assessing something. you don’t know why he’s here. soccer players don’t usually bother with school events like these. but he’s watching, and for some reason, that makes your nerves spike even more. you couldn't tear your eyes away from him, even though you knew he caught you staring. there was something magnetic about his presence, something that made you feel as if you'd fallen into an endless gaze, searching for meaning in those unspoken words. why did it feel like he was speaking directly to you, even without a sound? your gaze was lost in a trance when you suddenly felt someone shake your shoulders.

"hello, earth to yn? i really hope you're paying attention. you're the last one to run, so you're crucial. got it?"

shaking yourself out of the daze you had slipped into, the voice snapped you back to reality.. it was the team captain, standing right in front of you, his hands still on your shoulders, trying to get your attention.

"y-yeah, got it," you stammered, trying to steady your breathing and mask the lingering confusion in your mind. his words were clear, but the strange pull of that gaze still clouded your thoughts.

he raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "focus, we're in the middle of something here."

you knew he wanted to win this. you could feel the intensity pressing in on you, and it snapped you back into the moment. he wasn’t about to let you zone out, not now.

you nodded again, forcing your mind to clear. "sorry, i was just... distracted." you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, not sure how much of your trance he'd noticed.

he let out a small sigh, his hands falling from your shoulders. "well, try not to be too distracted next time. we need you here." his voice softened a little, though the edge was still there.

you nodded again, more determined now. whatever had been distracting you, whoever it was, it was time to shake it off. you had a role to play.  

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rin stood at the sidelines, irritation creeping up as he watched the captain storm over towards you. his eyes flicked in between, his frustration mounting. you were distracted, but this wasn’t the time to snap at you like that.

the captain’s hands landed roughly on your shoulders, shaking you to snap you out of your daze. is he serious right now?

"hello, earth to yn? i really hope you're paying attention. you're the last one to run, so you're crucial. got it?"

rin does not realise but his fists were clenched at his sides, his gaze hardening as he watched you blink, clearly startled by the captain’s harshness. he could see the confusion in your eyes, your voice stammering as you tried to get yourself together. rin didn’t care about that right now, but the way the captain was handling this… it pissed him off.

the captain’s tone didn’t soften. "focus, we’re in the middle of something here."

really? rin’s eyes narrowed, his body tensing with barely contained anger. he didn’t care if you were distracted, he sure as hell wasn’t going to let the captain tear you like that. he couldn’t have given you a moment to recover before attacking your confidence?

he couldn’t even look at the captain right now. instead, he kept his focus on you, watching your cheeks flush with embarrassment. you don't need this right now.

"y-yeah, got it," you stammered, clearly shaken, and rin could feel the heat of anger rising in his chest. you don’t treat people like that.

the captain’s voice softened, but the bite in it still stung. "well, try not to be too distracted next time. we need you here."

rin’s teeth gritted. you think you’re the only one who cares about this?

finally, the starting signal blared, and rin let out a sharp breath, his eyes following you as you stepped into position. as the runners surged forward, rin could feel the rhythm of your heart syncing with his own. you didn’t want to let your team down, especially not your captain.

he watched you take your mark, your expression tense, but there was a flicker of determination there now. he couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. you took off the second the baton was passed to you, your feet pounding against the ground as you surged forward. rin’s gaze locked on you, tracking every movement, every stride. there was no room for error now, and he could feel his heart racing in sync with yours.

the other runners were fast, faster than he expected but he couldn’t take his eyes off you. every time you stumbled, he felt it, the pressure building in his chest. he cursed under his breath when he saw you hesitate at the first corner, but you quickly found your pace again.

his fists tightened again, the anger at the captain still simmering beneath the surface. he better not be the one who’s right about you, rin thought. you’re better than this. focus.

he kept his attention locked on you, mentally willing you to keep going, to push past whatever was slowing you down. his eyes darted to the captain briefly, who was standing there, watching you with a critical eye. rin couldn’t hold back his glare. let her run in peace, he wanted to yell.

but he didn’t. instead, he let out a sharp breath and refocused on you. the way you moved, there was something fierce in your strides now. you were shaking off the distractions, and that was all that mattered.

with the baton firmly in your hand, all that was left to do now was run as fast as you could to the finish line. your legs burned, your body aching but you pushed through. and then, you caught sight of rin—his eyes locked onto you, intense and unwavering. you couldn’t deny it, seeing him there, watching you, gave you the confidence you needed to push yourself even harder.

as you pushed yourself forward, your ankle began to throb painfully. at first, it was just a dull ache, something you could ignore, but with each step, it grew worse. the burning sensation crept up your leg, making every stride feel heavier. you tried to focus, but the pain was starting to take over, and with the finish line still so far ahead, doubt crept into your mind. suddenly, you felt something, no, someone brush against you from behind, their shoulder jamming into yours with enough force to knock you off balance. the pain in your ankle flared up sharply, a searing jolt that made your vision blur for a moment. you stumbled, desperately trying to right yourself, but your foot caught wrong, and before you could react, you felt your ankle twist painfully.

the next thing you knew, you were on the ground, your knees scraping against the track, your breath caught in your throat. you tried to push yourself up, but the pain in your ankle was unbearable. tears of frustration and pain welled up in your eyes as you glanced down, realizing what had happened. someone had deliberately bumped into you, causing you to fall.

your eyes darted around in a daze, searching for the culprit, but everything felt hazy. the crowd was a blur, and the only thing you could focus on was the sharp sting in your ankle. you couldn’t finish the race like this. you couldn’t let your team down. but as you tried to push through the pain, you couldn’t stop the panic rising in your chest when all you could hear was your teammates' voices cutting through the air, impatient and harsh.

"come on, yn! get up! we need you!" one of them shouted. another yelled, "stop wasting time! you’re still in this! keep running!"

your hands trembled as you braced yourself against the ground, trying to ignore the burning pain in your ankle but their words only made it worse. they didn’t see it—they didn’t see how badly you were hurting. it wasn’t just the physical pain; it was the frustration, the feeling of being pushed aside. they didn’t understand.

you gritted your teeth, fighting back tears. why won’t they just listen?

but the yelling didn’t stop. "what’s wrong with you? you’re the last one! you need to run!"

that was the breaking point.

the anger that had been simmering in rin all this time boiled over. he couldn’t stand it any longer. his gaze turned hard as he stormed towards the track.

as the yelling from your teammates grew louder, your frustration boiled over. you were already pushing yourself beyond your limits, but their harsh words made it worse. they didn’t see the pain in your ankle, the struggle in your chest.

and then you saw rin.

without a second thought, he pushed through the crowd of people, his eyes locked onto you, determination and anger written all over his face. his expression was fierce, and there was no hesitation in his steps as he sprinted toward you.

"yn!" he called out, his voice cutting through the noise.

before you could react, rin was at your side, scooping you up into his arms with surprising ease. you gasped, feeling the heat of his body against yours as he lifted you, his arms strong and steady. the crowd gasped, whispers of confusion and awe circulating, but none of that mattered now.

voice low but full of conviction. "i’m not letting you run this alone. we’re finishing this together."

his pace didn’t falter as he began running toward the finish line, carrying you with a sense of urgency and focus. your head rested against his chest, and for a brief moment, the pain in your ankle faded into the background as you felt the solid warmth of rin’s arms holding you steady.

you wanted to protest, to tell him to put you down, to let you finish the race on your own. but as you looked up at him, his eyes focused ahead, there was a strange sense of calm that washed over you. maybe you didn’t need to do this alone.

the finish line came into view, and rin didn’t slow down. with one final burst of speed, he crossed it, his chest heaving from the effort as he finally stopped. for a moment, everything seemed to stop with him, the rush of the race fading away.

"see? we made it," rin said, his breath ragged, but his expression softening when he looked at you. "you don’t have to do everything by yourself, yn."

in his arms, you let out a shaky breath, realisimg how much you had been holding onto, not just your pain, but the weight of everything else too. rin gently set you down after crossing the finish line, his hands lingering for just a moment on your shoulders, making sure you were steady. the race had been long, and the final stretch was a blur, but the cheers from the crowd gradually faded, and the realisation set in—you didn’t win.

your team had been in a close position, but the gap between you and the others was too wide for a comeback. you watched as the last runner crossed the line, and your heart sank. the race was over, and despite everything, you hadn’t managed to push through.

before you could even catch your breath, the captain stormed over, his expression twisted with frustration. his gaze locked on you, and you immediately felt the weight of his anger.

“what the hell was that, yn?” the captain snapped, his voice sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. “you had everything you needed, and you still failed? what happened?”

you opened your mouth to explain, but the words caught in your throat. the pain in your ankle, the frustration of being ignored, it all rushed back to you. 

“i don’t care about your excuses!” he yelled, his voice rising. “you cost us the race. you could’ve pushed through, but instead, you let yourself get distracted.”

the words stung more than the pain in your ankle. you had given everything you had, and yet, all the captain could focus on was the loss. the feeling of failure washed over you, thick and suffocating.

behind you, you could feel rin’s presence, his body tense, but he didn’t say anything. he was waiting—waiting for the captain to stop his tirade. you wished, more than anything, that he would say something, anything to defend you, but all you could hear was the captain’s angry voice.

"get your head in the game next time," the captain spat, turning sharply and walking away, his anger still hanging heavy in the air.

you stood there, feeling smaller with each word, the weight of it all pressing down on you. rin didn’t move, but his eyes met yours. the sting of the captain’s scolding still lingered in your chest, but in that moment, rin’s quiet presence felt like a small anchor, keeping you from sinking any further.

then rin stepped forward, his body moving with a quiet, determined force. he was no longer standing behind you, but now in front, blocking your view of the captain. his presence was like a shield, and you couldn’t help but notice the intensity in his eyes as he turned towards the captain.

“that’s enough,” rin said, his voice low but unwavering.

the captain faltered for a moment, his expression still frustrated, but now he was facing rin. “get lost itoshi.”

“i said that’s enough,” rin repeated, his tone sharp. “yn gave everything she had. you think she’s happy about losing? you think she wanted this? you had her join this race in the last minute.”

the captain’s brows furrowed, taken aback by rin’s sudden defense. he opened his mouth to argue, but rin didn’t give him the chance. “you’re supposed to be a leader, but all i hear from you is complaints. she’s hurt, and you’re yelling at her like this is her fault. you need to stop.”

rin’s eyes were burning with anger now, and the captain seemed to sense the shift in power. the whole scene felt like it was playing out in slow motion, but rin didn’t look away. his gaze was unwavering, his jaw clenched.

“you think all this win is for you?” rin added, his voice cutting through the tension. “you’re in a team. but you only care about the results. well, let me tell you something—you’re the one who’s failing if you can’t even support your teammates.”

for a brief moment, there was no sound except for the heavy breaths of everyone around. the captain opened his mouth, clearly trying to regain control of the situation, but the words faltered. his gaze met rin’s, and for the first time, the captain seemed unsure of himself.

you stood there, caught between their words, but rin’s defense gave you something you hadn’t realised you needed—validation.

rin didn’t move, his eyes still fixed on where the captain had been. slowly, his expression softened as he turned toward you. there was no judgment in his gaze, no anger, just... understanding.

“don’t let his words get to you. you did your best and that’s all that matters.”

you wanted to say something, to express your gratitude, but you were too overwhelmed by the mix of emotions to find the right words. instead, you just nodded, letting his presence soothe the ache inside you.

he glanced down at your injured ankle and didn’t hesitate for a second. without another word, he crouched down in front of you, his strong arms moving to lift you once more.

“let me take you to the nurse,” he said, his tone steady, and there was no argument in his voice. he was already lifting you in his arms before you could protest, cradling you gently against his chest.

you couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions—relief, gratitude, and even a little embarrassment. but rin didn’t seem to mind. he carried you with ease, his pace swift and focused, like he was determined to get you to safety. the weight of his body was steady and warm, and despite everything that had just happened, there was something oddly comforting about being held by him.

as he made his way through the hallways, his steps were confident, and the murmurs of the other students faded into the background. he kept his eyes ahead, making sure nothing slowed him down, and you found yourself leaning against him without even thinking about it.

“rin, you really don’t have to…” you began, but he cut you off.

“you don’t get to tell me what i have to do,” he said, his voice firm, though there was an undeniable softness underneath. 

you swallowed back your words, the reality of the situation settling in. you didn’t want to be a burden, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but appreciate the way rin took charge, the way he was always there when you needed him.

by the time you reached the nurse’s office, rin carefully adjusted you in his arms, making sure you were comfortable before gently setting you down on the nearest bed. he stayed by your side, his gaze never leaving you, even as the nurse came in and began checking your ankle.

“you’ve sprained it pretty badly,” the nurse said, her voice soothing as she wrapped your ankle in a bandage. “you’ll need to rest for a few days.”

as the nurse carefully tended to your ankle, wrapping it in gauze and securing it with bandages, you winced slightly at the pressure. the pain was still sharp, but at least the worst of it was over. you let out a quiet breath, trying to steady yourself.

rin, who had been standing nearby, seemed to notice your discomfort. he moved closer and gently helped you sit up, positioning you so that your head rested lightly on his shoulder. his presence was a steady, grounding force, his warmth radiating through the fabric of his uniform.

“here,” he said softly, his voice low. you could feel the tension in his body, but it wasn’t directed at you. it was something else, something that had been building since the race. “it’ll hurt for a while. but i need you to focus on something else.”

you glanced up at him, confused, but before you could say anything, he offered his hand, holding it out in front of you. “bite down on my hand. it’ll help with the pain.”

you eyes widened in disbelief. “what?”

“just trust me,” he interrupted, his voice more serious now. “bite down hard. it’ll take your mind off the pain, and i’ll be able to feel it too. that way, we’re in this together.”

you hesitated, the weight of his words sinking in. he was offering you his hand—willingly, almost desperately. he wasn’t just trying to ease your pain; he was offering a strange form of shared experience, as if he wanted to feel it too, as if he didn’t want you to suffer alone.

still, the intensity in his eyes made it hard to refuse. he was determined, but there was a softness beneath his usual demeanor, an unexpected vulnerability that made your heart beat a little faster.

“rin, are you sure?” you asked, unsure how to process his offer.

“sure,” he replied, his voice steady. 

with a small sigh, you slowly reached out and took his hand, your fingers brushing against his. his skin was warm, and there was an unspoken connection between you that only seemed to grow as you positioned your mouth over his palm. the pain from your ankle throbbed again, sharper now, but you clenched your teeth and bit down on his hand.

rin flinched slightly at the pressure but didn’t pull away. his hand remained firm beneath your grip, and you could feel him trying to remain strong for both of you. his breath hitched ever so slightly, but he didn’t make a sound.

“you’re doing… good..” he murmured, his voice soft and encouraging and awkward? “let it out if you need to. i can handle it.”

your eyes closed as you focused on his hand, the pain in your ankle still there but now slightly dulled by the strange sensation of biting into rin’s hand. it wasn’t comfortable, but somehow, the act of sharing the pain with him made it feel more bearable.

as you held onto him, the nurse finished wrapping your ankle, her hands gentle but efficient. she glanced over at rin, giving him a quiet nod, as if she could see the support he was offering in his own quiet way.

after a few moments, you slowly released his hand, breathing a little easier, your body still tingling from the effort. rin didn’t seem bothered, though, his gaze still focused on you with that quiet intensity.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice soft but filled with concern.

you nodded, feeling the pain ebb away slowly, though you could still feel the ache. “yeah i think i’m alright now.”

rin’s lips curled up into a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “good. you’re a strong girl.”

rin’s hand had barely left your shoulder as you shifted your weight slightly, trying to ease the discomfort in your ankle.

“sorry,” you muttered, wincing slightly. “i’m not exactly making it easy for you, am i?”

rin raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “you think?”

you shot him a half-hearted glare, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “well, i wasn’t expecting a personal escort to the nurse’s office today.”

rin let out a light, amused breath, but didn’t answer right away. he helped you settle back into the bed, his hands lingering longer than you expected, as if he was making sure you were comfortable.

“you should’ve seen the look on the captain’s face when you fell,” he continued, his voice shifting to a more playful tone. “he was about to give you a speech about being a distraction.”

you snorted, the pain from your ankle momentarily forgotten in the face of his humor. "yeah, well, i’m sure he had a long list of things to yell at me about."

rin didn’t immediately respond, his eyes focusing on your face as if trying to find the right words. but instead of speaking, he just nodded, his lips pulling into a small, sincere smile.

without thinking, you leaned forward, your hand resting on his arm as you gave him a soft kiss on his cheek—an impulsive gesture, but one that felt right.

rin froze for a moment, clearly taken off guard. the kiss wasn’t anything grand, but the meaning behind it was clear. you appreciated him more than you’d ever let on.

notes from lily ❦⋆ : once again i genuinely have no idea what i wrote also i hate having sports day back when i was in school lol

accidentally yours

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[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

(pre-relationship) Frank Langdon x Reader idea:

These two don't know yet that they like each other yet -- "I only got [Reader/Frank] a pack of sour gummy worms because they haven't eaten yet, their blood sugar is probably low and I wanted to be nice" "What do you mean 'it's weird that I gave [Reader/Frank] a long hug'? They just lost a patient, they needed the comfort" "I'm asking [Reader/Frank] all these in-depth questions because I'm their friend, it's normal for friends to want to know more about each other" etc. etc. etc. Just to set the scene. It's unbearably obvious to everyone else, but not to them.

Anyways. They're at that stage of their (inevitable) relationship. And here comes a patient -- some smarmy dude who thinks he's charismatic, but is really just a creep -- who needs a truly impressive number stitches (or a thousand pieces of gravel that needs to be picked out one by one). Reader gets stuck having to care for this guy, and he's just making it a miserable time for Reader. Reader feels trapped, not sure if they could stop and get someone else to help out instead, when Frank steps in and freaks out a little on this guy (nothing bad, but definitely not professional lmao).

Later, Dana (who's scolding Frank for his unprofessional behavior) tells him "dude. Would you even be reacting that strongly if you didn't have feelings for Reader?" Boom -- Frank's sudden epiphany that oh, maybe I do like Reader.

(Meanwhile Kiara is checking in on Reader, and due to their conversation Reader also realizes oh, maybe I do like Frank.)

Hold Up

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summary: you and frank realize you have feelings for each other 

pairing: dr. frank langdon x female reader

rating: R for language, pitt level heavyness

word count: 1.2k

warnings: death of a child, man being creepy toward reader, that's it i think 

author’s note: i absolutely love this idea anon, and i hope i did it justice <3

“How many hours left in this shift?” Langdon sighed and leaned next to you against the front desk.

You checked your watch; “Four hours and twenty-seven minutes,” you answered his question.

“So excited to get the fuck outta here,” he said.

“What’re you doing after work?”

“Nothing much; just me, my dog, my TV, and take out.”

“Ah, sounds like a dream, Langdon,” you said.

“Oh, it is, for sure,” he laughed. “I noticed you haven’t eaten in a while, so I got you these from the vending machine and the food cart.” He handed you a sandwich and a pack of sour gummy worms.

“My favorite! Thanks, Langdon,” you exclaimed.

“Anytime,” he replied and got right back to work.

Robby noticed the little interaction and furrowed his brows as he watched you head to the break room for a quick lunch.

“What was that about?” he asked Langdon, walking up next to him.

“Y/n hadn’t eaten yet today,” Frank replied nonchalantly. “Her blood sugar’s probably low, I was just being nice.”

“So you bought her candy?”

“I knew she wouldn’t bother eating unless I lured her in with sour gummy worms,” Frank chuckled. “Smart, right?”

“Uh… yeah. How’d you know she likes sour gummy worms?”

“Everybody does.” Frank shrugged before being called to help a patient.

“No, they don’t,” Robby mumbled to himself.

**

“Hey, it’s not your fault,” you told him. You reached out and held his hand in yours as you repeated the words. “This was not your fault.”

“I know,” he said, but you knew he didn’t believe himself. Frank had just lost a patient, a ten-year-old car accident victim.

You asked if he wanted a hug, and he replied by wrapping his arms around you. You returned the gesture and squeezed him tightly.

“Wasn’t your fault,” you said again.

“Thank you,” he mumbled.

After a minute or two, he pulled away from the hug. He thanked you again before he went to help another patient.

“What was that about?” Dana asked you, her brows furrowed.

“What was what about?” you asked half-heartedly, looking up at the screens to pick out a patient.

“Why were you hugging Langdon for so long?” she asked.

“Oh, he lost a patient,” you replied.

“So you had to hug him for that long?” she chuckled a little. 

“He needed the comfort.” You shrugged. “Ooh, nose job gone wrong? I’ll take that one,” you said and went to go grab the patient.

“These two, I swear,” Dana scoffed with a laugh, shaking her head with amusement.

**

“If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?” Frank asked you.

“Ooh, that’s a tough one. I’ll get back to you on that,” you said before being whisked away to help a patient. 

“What’s up with you and Langdon?” Samira asked. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, focused on the patient and not fully paying attention to Dr. Mohan.

“Why are you and Langdon going back and forth with so many questions?”

“Oh, we’re playing this game where we ask each other a question every time we see each other. It helps pass the time.”

“Huh, strange game…”

“We’re friends,” you started, still fully focused on the patient, “we just want to get to know each other better.”

**

There was one patient no one wanted to take because they’d met him before, and all he did was hit on the women working there the whole time. You reluctantly took him as your patient (without Langdon knowing), and you had begun to despise him. His rude comments and gestures were only getting worse.

“C’mon, sweetheart; you, me, a bottle of wine at my place? Whaddaya say?” He smirked and reached out to touch you.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Frank exclaimed, much louder than he intended, and gained the attention of everyone around him. 

“Nothing–” the man started, but Frank cut him off.

“You listen here, Dr. Y/l/n is not here to date you, and by the looks of it, she doesn’t want to be here at all. Now you are gonna man up and take a ‘no’ like a normal person, or I will escort you out myself.” Langdon stood there, fuming mad. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir,” the man gulped.

“Yes, doctor,” Langdon corrected.

“Yes, doctor,” the man replied.

“Is everything okay in here?” Robby poked his head in. 

“Everything’s fine,” Langdon said.

**

Kiara wanted to talk with you briefly after the incident, although you told her you were fine.

“I’m sure you were happy when Dr. Langdon came to your rescue,” she remarked.

“Yeah, he’s a great friend,” you said.

“I’ve been meaning to talk with you about that. You know you’re allowed to date your coworkers, right?”

“Are you asking me out?” you teased.

“I meant,” she laughed a little, “you and Langdon.”

“Oh, we’re just friends.” You furrowed your brows.

“Sure,” Kiara said. She said something else before she left, but you weren’t really listening.

Hold up… did you like Langdon?

Meanwhile, Dana was busy scolding Frank for his behavior with the patient.

“Come on, Dana, you know I was doing the right thing, standing up to that guy,” Langdon scoffed.

“We all know how annoying that man is, but you can’t threaten a patient!” Dana exclaimed.

“I was only doing what no one else had the guts to do,” he replied. “Ask anyone, they wanted to do the same thing!”

“Come on, Langdon, you’d only be reacting like this if you had feelings for Dr. Y/l/n!”

“I–” Frank stopped. Hold up… he did have feelings for you, strong feelings. “I don’t have feelings for her?”

“Sure, kiddo,” Dana said in a playfully condescending tone before she turned to walk away.

“We’re just friends!” he called out after her.

“Well, your ‘friend’ is in the breakroom if you wanna go talk to her,” Dana said, using air quotes as she continued to walk away.

“Shit,” Langdon mumbled to himself. 

“Go,” Robby said to him.

“Huh?”

“Go talk to her, I’ll cover your patients.”

“Thank you.”

**

“So… that was something,” Langdon said, as he walked into the breakroom and found you staring at the vending machine. 

“There are no sour gummy worms in this vending machine,” you pondered out loud, wondering where Langdon had gotten the bag from earlier.

“No, but the one on the second floor has them.”

“You went all the way to the second floor just to make sure I ate something?” you asked.

“Yeah.” Langdon stood in front of you. “There’s a lot I’d do for you.”

“Really?”

“I think I have feelings for you,” he sighed. “I’m sorry, I know that’s not what you want to hear.”

“I think it’s exactly what I wanna hear, Frank,” you admitted. “I think I have feelings for you, too.”

“So… what do we do now?”

“You could kiss me, if you wanna.”

His face lit up before he leaned down and kissed you deeply. His hands went to your hips as yours went to his cheeks. You stayed locked in the passionate kiss for what felt like hours before you both broke away.

“I think you might be my best friend,” Langdon whispered, making you smile widely.

“I think you might be my best friend, too, Langdon.”

[diejager]

Dacryphilia with Stepbro!König...? Or maybe, Therapist!König! Yes, rant to him about all your struggles and leave yourself vulnerable in his presence as he uses it against you! Just don't pay attention to the way he rubs his growing, hard cock while touching you. He's just making sure he knows all the details. He becomes a therapist to get himself off to the sight of your tearstained, dumb face.

Tell him about how painful it was, how depressed you truly are. Expose your secrets to him, let him know the truth, Mäuschen! He totally won't use it against you... :(

He's such a sick bastard, I just know it. Your pain is enticing and pleasing, and you're too much of a mess to notice how painfully hard he is... 🫂

Feel free to ignore, my dear!! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ 🌷

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, dacryphilia, thigh riding, abuse of authority, medical malpractice, tell me if I missed any.

You weren’t supposed to be anything more than a temporary obsession, something small and inconsequential to his long and boring life as a psychologist working with troubled people from all kinds of backgrounds. He used to do it for the perfectly crafted image he held, a strong character of unparalleled patience and understanding, a man who was willing to try unconventional techniques to unravel the secrets of his patient’s darkness.

He took on people and dealt with them until he lost interest, elegantly divulging his lack of helpfulness to his patient before he recommended another —perhaps a friend, a colleague of a stranger he’d heard through the system, but always someone else. König had done it multiple times, losing someone to open a spot on his schedule so, so often that it became a habit, done within a blink of an eye with ease and familiarity.

Then you came along with a baggage of issues he was very familiar with, something he suffered as a teenager : social anxiety. Your problem was one he often saw, one that commonly came up with the age of technology. After all, why would you leave the comfort of your home to socialise when it could be done from the softness of your bed or from your desk?

He saw social anxiety in almost everyone. An issue he considered so easy that his sudden obsession confused him. It didn’t make sense: his unending want and your naivety. Your mind was such a simple thing, but it brought him some kind of control. It was an addictive feeling, a drive that only fed and fed him at every meeting.

Maybe it was the difference in height, the lack of self-control and stability in you, or your relentless fumbling. König didn’t have a way to explain it, but he had stopped questioning his twisted need, deciding to only act on it and see where it would lead him —and he liked it. No, he loved it.

He loved how comfortable you’d grown to be, his voice provoking a reaction from you, his hands melting you into putty, and his smile turning your face pink. You worked on your social anxiety by his side, seated on his lap with tearful eyes, streaming down your cheeks and lips pouting. You sobbed out your trauma and fears, heartbeat flickering under his wandering palms, fingers digging into the fat of your hips and helping you ride his thigh.

You naturally clung onto him, fingers sinking into the lapels of his coat and head nuzzled under the crook of his chin. He made you come like that, bucking down his thigh and begging for his attention, mewling and pleading for care and affection that you didn’t get from others around you. Although unexpected, he felt lucky to have found a permanent fixture in his life, and he wasn’t going to let you go any time soon.

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[ilikerafayelwaytoomuch]

How the LADS guys are at Mario Kart

A/n: thanks for all the love on my last post, it was super unexpected but I love and appreciate all of you 💕

For some reason I was thinking about how the LADS boys would be at Mario kart....

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Rafayel

Gets SO into it but isn't the best player out there

It doesn't matter that you're dating him, he will be so competitive and try his hardest to beat you

You're also competitive when playing Mario kart? It's a good thing Raf's got his own island because y'all would for sure be getting a noise complaint

"what the hell, Mario?!" "HA! Suck my dick, Toad!" "Baby how could you?!" "Take that little fucker!"

Non stop shouting at the screen and each other, especially if you made him slip on a banana peel and take over his place...he feels so betrayed

After playing will realize all the things he's just said and/or called you and will apologize, making sure you know he didn't mean any of it

But pull that shit on him again and you're done

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Sylus

Never played the game but somehow beats everyone at it

The twins and you made a bet on how Sylus would be at Mario kart. You totally lost because he's actually so good

Easily wins first place.every.single.time

Almost frustrates you and the twins (y'all will shit talk behind his back later dw) because how is this noob beating all of you

Doesn't even need to use any items. Wins by pure talent

You and the twins plot his demise, using every item you could on him and he still manages to win

"this isn't hard at all, I don't know why you all can't keep up"

Way too smug about it too, making the three of you vow to never let him play again

Would be slightly offended the next time he watches you and the twins playing it without him

Distract him with a kiss and he'll forget all about it

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Zayne

Incredible at the game due to a previous obsession with it

Knows all the shortcuts and controls to place in every race

Literally looked up all the tips he could online to get good at the game

Will teach you all of his tricks and tips to win

"there's a shortcut on this map here" "how do I go so fast? You have to drift like this"

Drifting is too hard to learn and you almost give up, but he encouraged you to keep going

Slowly, you get better at the game

He's so proud and is high-fiving you when he places 1st and you 2nd

The day you finally beat him in the race?

Heart explodes at watching you stand up, cheering and mocking him

"HA, the student becomes the master, take that!"

Just might have to let you win more often to see that smile again

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Xavier

I think he's the most chill out of the guys

Isn't good, but also isn't bad, getting around 5-6 place

It's a cosy night y'all are playing together, enjoying your time off

Then suddenly I feel like he'd get ultra competitive

The race was going as good as the rest, but Xavier shouting "OH MY GOD THAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!" Threw you off

Probably start laughing at his sudden outburst, teasing him

He'd shrug it off saying it was necessary because Bowser was a dick and caused him to place 8th

Basically just a chill guy playing Mario kart

But will randomly have an outburst screaming and cursing at a NPC for ruining the game

At least it's funny to watch

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Caleb

Like Zayne, super good at the game

But he's good for 2 reasons. The first is he knows the same tricks as Zayne. The second is this man literally looked up cheat codes to ensure that he'd win

Him and Zayne were both into Mario kart at the same time and took it very seriously

Caleb refused to lose to Zayne, so he hacks

You recalled Caleb being godly at Mario kart as kids

He'd always win. Every race. No matter who he was against.

So when you decided to play it again, you were surprised he kept losing to you

Little did you know, he was letting you win. Making sure to place just behind you, winning only occasionally

"damn you suck at this now" "maybe you've just gotten better pipsqueak"

He just wanted to see you smile for beating him at the game

Anytime he plays Mario kart with anyone else though, they're going down

You two are playing with coworkers? He'll hack so that the two of you beat everyone

[cosmosluckycharms]

idk if u wanna write this but spider!bat reader x miles? like maybe after atsv they get totgether

Bug Like Angel

Sweet / I thought you wanted to dance

sorry this is so ass im writers block rn and its so late rn im so tired but ive been starving u guys from works sigh uhhh this is not canon to the actual storyline this is a what if

this is so ass sorry its also short cause again writers block is not fun

sorry if this is ooc im so tired

It was 9:19

You were getting ready for your first gala.

A week earlier, Alfred had promised you you'd finally get to spend time with your father.

Better late than never.

As soon as he told you about it, you went ahead and told all of your friends.

Everyone from school and the spider society.

Sure, lately you were starting to give up on Bruce being your father, but there was a tiny part of you that hoped this was what could fix your relationship.

This could be a way to finally connect with your family.

They would all see you as a sibling.

Most people would assume that you would hate galas like most people your age.

And the truth was, you did.

Even though you'd never gone to one, some of the people there would come over to the manor for visits.

You hated how all the stuck-up rich people would always talk about things that didn't interest you.

The way they would poke fun at you over never being acknowledged.

The way that they'd tell you how you looked so much like Bruce.

You shook your head and tried to get rid of the thought.

Tonight would be the night that your father would tell everyone you were his daughter.

He would boast about all your hobbies and achievements.

That everyone would finally get to see you, as Bruce Wayne's daughter, and not just a forgotten Wayne.

You spent the whole week preparing yourself for this day.

You got your nails done by Miles' mom in a way that perfectly matched your dress.

You did your hair so very perfectly, the way Peter B's MJ had taught you.

And your dress was personally done by someone in the spider society who was a fashion designer.

You had some jewelry you borrowed from Pav's aunt.

A pearl bracelet and necklace, along with some earrings.

You were so excited.

You checked the time, it was 9:32.

You had to be ready by 9:35.

Shit.

Why were you always late?

You started speeding up and putting the finishing touches.

By the time you were done, it was 9:36.

You sped down the dark miserable halls and the huge flights of stairs, being careful using the new heels you went and bought with Miles' mom.

Once you got downstairs, you were out of breath.

Once you caught it again, you saw Bruce and Tim already heading out the door.You walked up to Bruce and pulled on his sleeve, confused.

"Why is Tim coming? I thought it was just us?" you tilted your head in confusion.

Tim spoke up "You were taking too long, he decided to take me instead."

You balled up your hands in anger, but managed to calm yourself down "But Alfred told me-"

You got cut by Bruce "I don't have time for this, we're running late."

You flinched at Bruce's sudden cold tone.

A slight feeling of guilt passed through Bruce. "I'm sorry, I forgot. Maybe next time."

They started making their way out the door once again.

Tim made a stupid joke that made Bruce let out a chuckle.

You felt angry tears well up in your eyes as you stood there, frozen, as you watched them both walk away.

You furiously stomped your way back to your room, throwing your fancy purse onto the floor.

You cried at the edge of your bed, which left a stain of makeup on there.

After half an hour of pathetically crying, you sat up.

You should've known.

You should've known how Bruce wouldn't wait for you.

You should've known that he wouldn't care enough to wait for you.

Of course wouldn't, you weren't worthy enough for your father's love.

You would never be.

Bruce's love went to his other children, his sons.

You'd never be equal to them.

The more you thought about it, the more mad you were.

You had to get out of the manor before you got even more pissed.

You put on your web shooters, ignoring how you still had your big gala dress on.

You opened your window and snuck out.

You ignored how someone was most likely gonna see you swinging around without a costume.

You got to a random rooftop and sat down.

You noticed how across the building was the gala, playing loud, classical music.

You started crying once more.

You couldn't tell if it was out of sadness or anger.

Your dress was now slightly ripped and your heels were scuffed.

Your makeup was running down your face and everything was going wrong.

You just wanted to go home.

A familiar buzz and ringtone went off.

You checked your phone and checked the contact.

It was Miles.

Your heart skipped a beat and you fumbled with your phone a bit, quickly clearing your throat and picking up.

"Hello?" you said, a tad bit too excitedly.

"Hey, it's Miles."

"Oh, yeah. right."

An awkward silence passed on both ends.

"Why'd you call? I mean, it's not like I did want you to call; you're cool and all, and I do like you. I mean-! Not like, like like you, I mean like-" you rambled on for a couple more seconds before finally shutting up.

"I got a feeling I had to check up on you," he replied

"I'm fine, great even!" you spoke, obviously not fine.

"You only say that when you're not fine. I'm on my way."

Fuck.

He was on his way and you looked a mess.

You quickly tried your best to clean yourself up.

Sure, Miles wouldn't judge you for your makeup that was running down your face or your ruined dress, but you didn't want him to worry.

You cleaned yourself up as much as you could, which didn't do much.

You felt a familiar tingle in your skull.

You turned around and saw an orange portal.

As soon as Miles walked through, you got excited.

Only for that excitement to fade out to realize you still looked bad.

He looked at you, noticing how you looked like a mess "Y/n? You look like hell."

"Yeah, I just got back." you chuckled.

After yet another moment of awkward silence, you ran and tackled him into a hug, awkwardly.

He spoke up, sitting down "You look upset, what's wrong?"

"Nothing serious." you sat down next to him

"Was it your family?"

"Yeah."

"They're all assholes."

"I know, right?"

"What even happened?"

"Fucking Tim happened." you threw a random pebble at the floor.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Dude, for the last like, week I've been so excited over finally being able to go bond with my father, only to be forgotten again."

"At least you look pretty."

"You're pretty too! I mean, like, Uhm, yeah." you stuttered, face growing warm

You both talked for a while, mostly filled with you both awkwardly flirting like two middle schoolers.

After an hour or two, you could hear the gala's music blasting a romantic slow song.

You both hummed along to the slow song, you didn't notice how Miles looked at you like you were the light of his life.

He got up, making you look at him confused.

He pulled his hand out, and you took it.

You've never been a really good dancer despite being in dance at a young age.

And what made it worse was that you kept fumbling around, accidentally stepping on his shoes every 10 seconds.

Instead of just giving up on you though, he kept going.

After a minute or two, you finally got it. All you could hear was both of your laughter and the loud, slow music blaring from the gala.

Unbeknownst to you, there were a lot of people who could see you and Miles.

Luckily for him, he had his mask on.

Unluckily for you, they saw you dancing with him.

They took a lot of pictures, and you would've known if it wasn't for someone having their flash on their camera.

You can already see the headline for tomorrow's gossip magazines.

"Forgotten Wayne, seen flirting with new vigilante?"

As soon as you both noticed the flash, Miles spoke up.

"I think it's time to get you home."

Before you could protest, he picked you up bridal style and started swinging you back to the manor.

Great, the paparazzi ruined a moment with your stupid crush of a year or two.

He dropped you off at your windowsill, which had always been a blind spot for cameras.

You started turning around to go to bed, only to be turned around and kissed by Miles.

You felt your face heat up.

You both stared at each other in shock.

"Goodnight!" Miles quickly blurted out, rushing away.

You processed what happened and threw yourself onto your bed, giggling and kicking your feet.

You couldn't believe this.

The guy you've liked since you first met him 2 years ago liked you back!

It was like a fairytale dream!

The next morning you got up and ready for the day.

You knew you were most likely going to see your family eating breakfast, which made you feel nauseous with anxiety.

You didn't wanna face them.

Not Alfred.

Not Bruce.

And certainly not Tim.

You didn't understand why Bruce preferred him over you.

You didn't want to get upset all over again, so you pushed away the thought.

All you wanted to think about was the night before.

You felt like a lovesick puppy every time you thought about Miles.

You made your way to get breakfast, still in your pajamas.

You could slowly overhear some of your family's conversation.

You were nosey, so you eavesdropped.

"I just can't find anything about this guy!" you heard Tim saying

Bruce spoke, clearing his voice "Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure!" you could practically see Tim stressing from a mile away. "it's like he's not from here."

You finally got to the kitchen, about to pour some cereal for yourself.

"What did you do?" Tim barked

"Huh?" you looked at him, trying to act dumb

"Last night, 11:47 pm. where were you?" he glared

"Out and about." you tried to act natural

"Be specific."

"wouldnt you like to know weather boy?" you reached for the cereal

"You're being so stubborn." he crossed his arms

"I was in the manor." you lied

He slammed the pictures of you and Miles dancing together.

Shit.

"Hop off my dick," you spoke, angrily.

"And what about these?" Bruce placed down a picture of Miles kissing you, with the bottom of his mask lifted slightly.

A drop of sweat rolled down your face "Uhm.."

"This is dangerous! You can't be doing this. you shouldn't be dating other vigilantes." Bruce took a sip out of his coffee

"you guys do it all the time," you argued

"That's different!" he slammed the coffee mug down.

"How?"

"We know how to take care of ourselves."

"As if I don't?"

You could feel their angry stares on you.

"Listen, I'm fine now. I don't get what the big deal is."

"The big deal is how this is ruining how people see you. How people see all of us." Tim lectured

"That's all you care about? How the public sees us?" you put your hands on your hips

They went quiet for a moment and you spoke up again.

"This wouldn't have happened if you both just let me go to the gala for once," you uttered.

"This is about the gala?" Bruce asked.

"No, it's not about the gala, it's about how I've constantly been treated." You explained, trying to keep your composure "You guys only care when I'm doing something that harms you socially."

Bruce was about to speak up only for you to walk back to your room, still hungry.

"Just let her be," Tim said, looking at the pictures yet again.

He couldn't help but wonder,who was that boy?

im sorry this is so ass omg

no taglist this time bcs this isnt canon

[amalthea-13]

What Made Me Defend Stolas so Staunchly?

Introduction

After several days discussing Octavia and Stella, I am beyond happy to be back to my job on Stolas Defense!

Hello all, it is I, Amalthea, The Ultimate Stolas Kinnie and Stan! Today I thought it'd be interesting to talk about why I defend Stolas so staunchly.

For many who may not know me, I used to actually be in the middle when it came to the issues within Stolitz. I used to defend both Stolas and Blitz because in my head they were both at fault for a lot (I still believe this partly).

I never really doubted any of this purely because it made sense. I mean they're both in the relationship and therefore they both are bound to make mistakes.

However, the fundamental moment that changed my mind was Mastermind.

To many this may be weird bc 99.9% of the fandom has a neutral take on this. Everyone else is usually defensive of Blitz due to his position in society and usually we all agree to somewhat be fair to Stolas purely by giving him only partial blame.

I tried so hard to not get frustrated with Blitz. I really do try to give him so much empathy and love because I love that lil guy. That's my boy right there. . . however my boy was PISSING ME OFF.

Let's get into reasoning because despite The Blitz Post , he is still my third favorite in the entire series. (Sorry Blitz, Vassago ties with Stolas for number 1 and I think Yogirt took second place.) The Timeline

Recently, I rewatched the videos I made in response to Mastermind on my Tiktok. The very first initial reaction I had was a video I released November 29th, the day which Mastermind released and its a singular image of Stolas with the text:

"The fact Blitz cannot humanize Stolas ever until he has lost absolutely everything pisses me off. Stolas isn't perfect but the one time he does treat him well and like a person is when he's at his lowest just like Blitz."

A very . . . emotionally charged response to a character I also kin and was a staunch defender of before this point. I mean I loved Blitz, but what happened in Mastermind, that sudden tonal shift in their relationship sent me over the edge.

The next slide goes into further detail of my grievances;

"Stolas gave up everything and only NOW he is being treated with some semblance of kindness. It took him giving up his actual life for Blitz to actually see him as a person and not some "ditzy blueblood" he made up in his head".

These sentiments are echoed in The Blitz Post when it was made in February and I still stand by the context of the Blitz post to this day. November 30th I worked on an edit of Stolas to a Last Unicorn audio due to him being stripped of his magic, this was an emotional thing I couldn't get over, also echoed in my Stolas Headcanons post where someone asked me about his magic.

The same day I made a speedpaint redrawing Stolas and started just going off about my frustrations that I don't want to believe Blitz is a bad person or a semblance of a "bad guy", but the fact he could only humanize Stolas in that moment had "sickened me". I also mentioned my concerns for Octavia due to the fact I had been that "scared little girl" at some point in my life. I also note that;

"Truly, it hurt to watch Stolas throw himself in harms way, knowing Blitz would never give half of that to Stolas. He'd never sacrifice for Stolas like that."

All very... emotional responses and I can say this was the moment I fundamentally latched onto Stolas much tighter than I did previously. December 1st and 12th I made videos or slideshows defending Stolas regarding the punishment he got and that baby talking at Blitz or calling him "impish little plaything" isn't crime enough to justify what happened to him.

The 19th making another post defending Stolas due to his words being miscontextualized which inspired the Stolas, Miscontextualing his Words, and Boundaries post. The 22nd I documented my feelings about Via rejecting Stolas and that I couldn't agree with her at all and that echoed its way into The Octavia Dilemma. Christmas day at like 3am I made a post defending Stolas against people accusing him of being "fake" for using medication to handle his depression. Then January 1st was when I voiced I believed Blitz was the most at fault during the Full Moon argument.

Then January 30th I make a video detailing why I believe Blitz was at fault. I go into explicit detail outlining why Blitz was wrong, how he was wrong, and this was when I came up with the concept for the projection argument (Seen in First Ask: Has Stolas Truly Grown? Section 2) I utilize when talking about the Full Moon argument. I go to the point of saying Blitz isn't emotionally mature enough to be with Stolas. (Daaammnnnn past me, let the guy stand back up!!!)

How is it from November 29th-January30th my view changed so much? As I said I used to be the type of person that blamed both sides. What happened?

The Fundamental Moment My View Changed

Tonal Shift

Usually when I believe in something I don't let it go. If I believe in something with my entire heart it will take something huge happening to change my perspective.

However, during Mastermind it felt almost... gross and sickening to watch Blitz fawn over and help Stolas while simultaneously enjoying the tender moments we had waited so long for.

I felt so- guilty. Like I was watching my best friend get back with a man I knew was bad for them.

It felt hard to enjoy the positivity as I knew what impending doom was coming. I mean I felt awful for enjoying my comfort ship while Stolas lost everything.

The tonal shift in Mastermind changed a lot and reframed so many episodes as you see such a radical shift in the span of a month or two. As much as I appreciated Blitz's efforts, in my mind it was all "too little, too late". It was everything I wanted from the series but too late.

So that guilt and anger manifested into a several month long rant and frustration of me bordering on turning into a Blitz Anti. Hell, I designed an OC just to spite Blitz and ship Stolas with my OC. (Theyre the best couple btw I love them sm their ship name is Hot Messes.) However, what made me fall right back in love with Blitz was that damn kind heart and the fact he can make Stolas laugh. As angry as I remain to be and as staunchly I stay defending Stolas, I still love Blitz, but again Mastermind provided a lot of reframing of past episodes I could not get over. It was like the floodgates opened and I couldn't close them.

Stolas Antis and Blitz Dickriders

I also want to acknowledge that it was Stolas Antis specifically that made me start despising Blitz as a character.

While I no longer feel this way and have separated the Antis from our sweet Lizard King. At the time I was angry that people were coming down hard as hell on Stolas for things they gave passes to Blitz for.

I've noted this in many posts, but I call it the "trauma pass" and for some reason Blitz is the ONLY character in all of Helluva Boss who has this card. My anger brewed from there, watching Stolas be beat down for minor offenses and Blitz getting the trauma pass purely because people like him, but if Stolas did the same thing he'd be burnt at the stake.

Now besides the fact I am an October Libra with a strong sense of justice, I'm also an ADHD bitch who can argue for 5 days on end over the same thing and not stop defending my argument. I can get physically ill or tired but I am as stubborn as a damn mule.

Therefore further interactions with Blitz antis and defenders sent me into what I now call the "Stolas Defense". Pretty much a litany of arguments, pieces of evidence, and information that I utilize to make a strong barrier that no Blitz Defender can get past.

While I didn't get much interaction on my Tiktok account, those videos are what built this lovely blog and is the reason my defense remains so strong. Purely based on memory recall those videos fundamentally shifted how I see Blitz.

They also are why my defense remains the way it is. Sure, I repeat the same points over and over, but there is a purpose and reasoning to how the Stolas Defense functions. It's about appealing to every area of argument along with substantiative evidence to make a strong ass defense.

Despite Blitz Antis leaving me alone and now finding solace in my Stolas Kinnie Family. I still think about how it took one episode for me to change my entire perspective on ONE character.

Mastermind As an Episode

Everything in Mastermind was done so well. it was meant to make you question and think. A complex narrative that truly left the fandom in shambles after it's release.

However, why was it this narrative that changed my mind? As an audience, many people believed this episode was necessary for Stolitz to thrive as a couple.

At that time I actually told someone I felt it was "unnecessary" for Stolas to give up everything for Blitz. (I was reaaalllyyyyy angry ya'll. Blitz hun I am soooooo sorry)

Mastermind as an episode had the fandom splitting off into sides and caused very real division which from a writer standpoint is beyond impressive.

The episode took me, a neutral viewer, and turned me into a staunch Stolas Defender. Talk about phenomenal writing.

Conclusion

Despite this episode rehashing many of my older points, I hope you all get a better view from this post as to why I am the way I am. I ain't saying it'll make you all agree with me or anything, but this is the direct timeline of all my thoughts and how it all went down since November 30th.

Toodles! Amalthea Out!

[e-rated-beardo]

ashdfkajsgfjhksadf @brenna brenna brennaaaaaaa

look there are SO many things i cannot do and many of them are the things you'd expect adults to do in order to uphold a normal life ok

but in general my secret sauce is: (1) have unhealthy amount of hyperfocus (2) be a (recovering) perfectionist (3) if you can't do a thing, pretend it doesn't exist 🫠🙃

Thank youuuuu sdfsadfsdfasafd

I've made an internet friend cry today

Ok ok I'm being a little shit with that title, hang on...

So there's this one fanfic by @klikandtuna which I'm sort of feral about, all right? It's a time travel romance with excruciating moral conundrums and cute ineffable husbands and the fluffiest smut you can imagine, and also gorgeous art. (Come see me scream hilarously in the comments.)

In this story, there's this lullaby. The mother of one of the mains sang it to him when he was little. He hums it and sings it sometimes.

Anyway, uh - here, I've recorded it

As a bonus because I couldn't bloody well stop myself once I'd got started, I also recorded a little snippet of chapter 10, where Azekiel sings the lullaby to Crowley for the first time. You'll find both recordings on AO3, here ya go:

(There's been issues with the players not playing the things - I'm fiddling with it, dw, and the download links all work fine)

[suusoh]

gonna b slightly honest here. but i've been losing my writing flow lately because of how terribly shy i've gotten..... which, is really ironic and no bueno for a blog that's built and thrived on being shameless at the start 💀

[aroaessidhe]

2025 reads / storygraph

Love Points To You

YA contemporary coming of age

an artist struggling to get used to the idea of moving in with her new stepmother & stepsister can't wait to go away to art school

when her ipad is destroyed, her rich classmate offers to buy her a replacement in exchange for concept art for an otome game she’s developing, and as they work on the game, they start to fall for each other

while she tries to get used to her new family situation, and the fact that her parents seem to be more invested in her stepsister’s future while ignoring hers

bi ace MC, bi demi LI

[musubiki]

once again thinking about limes very quick descent into madness surrounding the time when he realizes he might like mochi after the first night he spends cuddling with her. always love the slow start of "Okay she's kinda cute I guess. She has cute tendencies sometimes. There, you happy? I admitted it. Now leave me alone." which in the span of about 3 days RAPIDLY spills into being unable to think about anything else to the point he can barely hold a conversation with anyone because his mind keeps daydreaming back to holding her in his arms. All day feeling like "I can still feel her warmth on me..." and has to keep being snapped back to reality by everyone around him

he can barely even talk to mochi because he keeps thinking about it. has no idea what to say to her the next day. is very quiet. and mochi thinks hes mad/uncomfortable with her now, since hes always so standoffish to girls at school she thinks she might be in that category now. so the next night while lime is about to go to bed, STILL THINKING ABOUT IT, and he gets a text from her that reads something like: [Hey lime!! about last night- sorry i fell asleep on you!! i know your not super comfortable with that stuff!! it wont happen again!! 🙇‍♀️ see you tomorrow!] and he feels his heart drop to his fucking stomach. lays there reading it back over and over with his thoughts a mix of "Yeah I guess that makes sense, it happened by accident. It was never gonna be a repetitive thing." vs "Won't happen again...? Like....ever? Are you fucking kidding me? I never get that ever again?"

eventually after an hour of tossing and turning, thinks up some bullshit excuse to sneak over to her house and climb up over her little bedroom balcony, knocks on her window and says something like "Hey uhhh you forgot one of your socks over at my place so I brought it back." or something that is absolutely stupid and could've definitely waited for the next day. manages to weasel his way into crawling into her bed with her because every bone in his body is telling him to.

huheuheu love to see lime aching for her eheheh

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3