#and so what else can they do but find relief in the control over it

[nereidprinc3ss]

bambi

in which spencer reid and fem!reader fuck like they missed each other (because they always do) and he teases her for her shaky legs

18+ (smut) warnings/tags: softdom spencer, piv sex (riding, a first for nereidprinc3ss) /oral f receiving (in that order) mentions of him accidentally grabbing her hips too hard, slight somno SORT OF like he starts going down on her while she’s sleepy and then she kind of goes in and out but its all consensual, sorry haters i fucking love sleepy sex and I always will, teasing, lots of praise, fluffy, established relationship, he loves her badddd, aftercare, literally nothing bad happens no angst for once they just are having sex cause they are in love which is arguably the most superior kind of sex! a/n: I don’t think I’ve ever written smut that is so wham bam thank you ma’am like really we just get RIGHT into it!! also no gif no pics we r going old nereidprinc3ss on this one I hope you loveeee!!!

You roll over onto Spencer and kiss once, long and deep and sweet. He hums into it, too whipped to pretend like he’s got self control or respect, hands finding the soft skin of your bare waist and settling there. 

How it got to this point so quickly, no more than fifteen minutes after he walked through the door, you can’t say. Usually the two of you are a bit more domestic when he gets home from a case, but eight days is a long time to be apart, and the trail of clothing leading from the welcome mat to the foot of the bed attests to that. 

So does the lack of teasing, of begging—at least, a lack up until this point. Right now, there’s only him, patient and content to let you play at being in charge. You pull back and reach down to grab him gently, aligning him at your entrance with a trembling hand. This part, you’re not usually responsible for. 

He assures you with a hand to the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles. “You got it. Slowly.”

You do as he says, brow furrowing in focus as you sink down an inch or two onto him. Spencer’s breathing grows erratic as you take more and more of him, and in a heroic display of overachieving, you take the rest of him at once with nothing but a squeak. He laughs breathily as his fingers dig into your hips. 

“Fuck—I said slow.”

You can’t think. The overwhelm of it all is too much as you crumple forward onto his chest. The subtle rocking you’re doing to try and alleviate some of the pressure in your core is apparently too much as he stops you by the hips, fingers pressing into those same tender spots.

Spencer’s breath is ragged. “Don’t… do not move.”

“Fuck,” you breathe into his shoulder, long and drawn out as despite his wishes you wriggle around, trying to get comfortable. “Oh my god.”

“My lovely girl, please… please don’t move,” Spencer gasps, a plead, and you try to stop for him, nuzzling even deeper against his neck. “I need a minute.”

“It’s too much,” you slur, dizzy as you try to adjust to the feeling. “Please.” You don’t know what you’re asking for. Maybe relief from the sensation that he can’t offer you. Maybe more. 

Spencer is undone by you—the way you writhe on top of him, the way your voice shakes, the way you’re so totally and completely overwhelmed and he can feel it and he loves it. 

“Baby,” he breathes, and he meant to say a lot more than that, but it’s the best he can manage when he is this overstimulated. “Baby,” he whispers again, wrapping his arms around you in an effort to ground you, to give you something else to focus on as you both get used to the feeling. 

It’s going well—for a moment, before your back is arching. 

“Spence, I need to move, I can’t—”

“Okay, okay.” He takes a deep breath, returning his hands to your waist and mentally preparing himself not to cum early. He’s desperate to give you want you want, to feel you like this. “Go ahead. Move, honey. Please.”

By the time you slowly lift your hips up and drop back down with a low cry, Spencer’s lost. His head falls back against the pillow and his eyes squeeze shut. 

“Fuck,” he groans. “Oh, angel, I missed you.”

You do it again, motivated by his praise, and he can hear your little gasps and desperate gulps of air. 

“I missed you so much,” you whine and clench around him, pleasure so intense it’s a resounding ache in the far reaches of your body. “Oh, fuck, Spencer.”

Spencer shivers. He loves when you make it personal, when you say his name like that and it becomes clear this isn’t just about the physical.

“My girl. Just like that. Doing so well, baby, just like that.”

Each pass of your hips has you whining. Your lips skim over his neck, not cognizant enough to actually kiss—only to know that you want the contact. 

“Please can I go faster?”

Spencer almost doesn’t realize you’re speaking to him he’s so lost in pleasure. The idea of faster is as compelling as it is troublesome. Spencer doesn’t know if he can’t take faster, not when he has you like this, but he certainly wants to find out. 

“Yeah, lovely. Do whatever feels good.”

You readjust and begin to pick up the pace, stumbling over a few false starts as it’s clearly more sensation than you’d been prepared for. 

Spencer, on the other hand, has his eyes screwed shut tight, and is attempting to draw a two-dimensional Császár polyhedron on your back, but he loses his place with every twitch of your hips, so eventually he decides to trace imperfect Mandelbrots down your spine—anything to avoid thinking about how the pH of your body interacts with sweet vanilla perfume to create a scent so deeply intoxicating he’d leave his entire life behind just to trail after it, or how you fucking feel against him, on top of him, around him, how miraculous it is that you keep letting him touch you—

“Oh—” you whine quietly, a strangled sort of noise that has his heart skipping. Your hand tangles desperately in his hair as you rock your hips faster and faster and he lets out a tortured groan. “Spencer, oh my fucking god.”

“I know, baby,” he manages, endeared by the fact that you feel so good you have to share it with him. Even now you’re trying to explain it because you want him to be part of it—as if he doesn’t know exactly what you’re feeling already. “That feels good, huh?”

“Mm—f—eels—” you cut yourself off with a cry into the crook of his neck, and he holds the back of your head, vision greying as he stares unseeing at the ceiling because if he looks down this’ll be over too soon. 

“You’re so good,” he breathes, “you’re perfect.”He hears you gasp at the same time as your rhythm falters, and presses a kiss somewhere indiscriminately on your head. “Gonna cum?” He murmurs in your ear, and you nod desperately, rutting against him hopelessly as your thighs tremble from exertion. 

Even the smallest drop-off in friction has his head spinning like he stood up too quickly, so he gives himself enough leverage to start fucking you. You cry out and shift your weight like you’re going to try and evade the feeling—self-sabotage, you always do this—and he again has to hold your hips in an iron vice, just to force you to feel it. 

“You’re okay, I’m gonna get you there.”

“Fuck!” You very nearly yell, still trying to wriggle away up until the very last second like the tide going out before the tsunami comes. When you do cum, your demeanor instantly changes—you get heavy and clingy and whiny as you rock back and forth through your orgasm. 

“Good girl,” Spencer murmurs, being careful in the way he continues to fuck you until he reaches his peak as well, not long after. You shudder, and Spencer feels the way your entire body tenses the way it sometimes does after a particularly strong orgasm, and he fights his way out of the brain fog to rub your back with the skimming tips of his fingers. “Shh. You’re okay. Relax, baby.”

And you do, unwound by the dance of his hand and with a few shallow breaths that gradually deepen, until you’re once more slack on top of him. 

“You’re incredible,” he exhales, with his lips pressed to your hairline. 

So clearly overwhelmed, the only response you can muster is a soft squeak. Spencer laughs fondly, still mapping the soft curve of your back. He feels the way you’re still attempting to train your breathing and kisses your hair again. “What do you need, angel?”

“I’m s’posed to be taking care of you,” you slur. Spencer chuckles again and his brow knits. 

“According to who?”

“According to… I was on top…”

“Yeah. You did all the hard stuff. Your legs are shaking.”

You whine softly. “No they’re not.”

His hand slides down to your thigh, and he rubs the trembling muscles. 

“No? No Bambi legs for me this time?”

You squeeze them around his waist like you could shrink away from his touch. “Spence…”

“I’m teasing you, honey,” he murmurs, pressing kisses wherever he can reach. “You’re cute.”

“Hm.”

“Look at me,” he murmurs, angling his head expectantly as you slowly raise yours. The look on your face is so sweet—eyes half lidded, lips swollen and much higher in color than usual. Your cheek is warm to the touch. His heart flutters like it did on your first date, and the first time he kissed you, and the first time you fell asleep on his shoulder. This view will never get old. “Wow. Look at you, beautiful girl. Can I have a kiss?”

And you grant him his wish, with a long, soft kiss that’s worth every second of that burning feeling in his lungs, every time. 

Eventually you huff out the remainder of your air against his well-kissed lips and your head flops to his chest. 

“I’m sleepy.”

“So go to sleep,” he murmurs, so warm from your kiss he feels nothing could be wrong in the world at this moment. 

“I can’t.”

“Why’s that?”

“’Cause you just got home ’nd I missed you and I wanna spend time with you.”

“We have three days to spend together. If you go to sleep now, we’ll actually get more time together tomorrow.”

“But it’s more about, like, how it feels—how much time it feels like we spend together right when you get home, and if I go to sleep now, it’s gonna feel like less time, and—basically you’re just not understanding my math.”

“What math?” He laughs, continuing to rub your legs all the way up to your hips, at which point you hiss and buck—a very visceral feeling when he’s still inside of you. “What? What hurts?”

“You tried to fucking tear my hip flexors from my body, is what hurts,” you grumble. 

“Tender?”

“Mhm.”

“I’m really sorry, angel. Tylenol?”

“Mm-mm. Can you kiss me better?” Sleep stains your voice. Spencer smiles to himself. 

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Lie down.”

Again you whine as you slip off of him, landing heavily on your back. He sits up, watches with so much affection the way you squeeze your thighs together and arch ever so slightly against the empty feeling. 

“Spencer?” You whisper as he cups the top of your knees. 

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

He pushes your legs apart gently so he can settle in between them and kisses you again. “I love you. So much.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.”

He presses a kiss to your head, down your neck, taking the scenic route to your hip bones, but you don’t seem to mind. 

The feeling of his lips gentle on the tender flesh has you humming softly, eyes fluttering shut as he showers you with gentle kisses. His traces every place his fingers had pressed earlier—feels the way you relax further underneath him. Nobody’s ever let him in this deeply before, but you trust him with everything you have; your body, your soul, in life or death, awake and in sleep. He’ll never take that for granted. He will never pass on an opportunity like this, to be the one who takes care of you, who puts you back together, as long as you’ll let him. 

Still dancing the line of consciousness, you part your legs, the slow drag of your bare thigh like a jumper cable to his heart. Fingertips trace desirous paths up your inner thigh and back down again. He recognizes this invitation for what it is, and he knows exactly how to give you what you want, but he asks first anyway. 

“Was that on purpose?”

“I d’know what you mean. I’m so sleepy,” you slur, and he believes the second half of your statement to be fact. 

Spencer pushes your thigh a little higher, and you’re completely pliable for him, completely gorgeous. As soon as he skims your thigh with a barely-there kiss, exactly the way you like, you’re lacing a hand in his hair. 

“Please, Spence…” you murmur, and he can’t argue with that. He especially can’t argue when you widen your legs just that slightest bit more, and your arousal is opalescent between your legs. 

He hums, trailing more kisses up until he’s setting the softest one yet against your clit. “Beautiful girl…”

The following gasp is so tiny he could’ve missed it if he wasn’t so attuned to your noises—and then he gets lost in you, making sure to keep his ministrations light as you already came twice recently and are sure to be sensitive. He doesn’t want to wake you from whatever twilight half-slumber trance you’re in, either, sensing that if he does you’ll fight all over again to stay up.

And admittedly, he adores being trusted to take care of you like this.

Your back arches as much as you’re capable of in this state, and he can’t help the way he just barely suctions onto you at that moment, coaxing a sighing moan so sweet and vulnerable and open it gives him chills. Fuck. He really wants to make you cum. But instead he practices patience, tracing you with the tip of his tongue, pressing gentle kisses everywhere you need them—he draws it out. For he doesn’t know how long. 

The first time you get close, your hips begin to roll, and you spout little ah’s, but he talks you back down again, laughing lightly at your angelic cooing, your little sounds of sleepy pleasure. Even now you’re so responsive, moving against his mouth as he slips a finger into your soaked entrance, fucks you for a moment, and then retreats. Maybe he’s being unfair, but you don’t seem to mind. 

In fact, you’re slipping in and out of sleep as he devours you for what feels like hours, one hand pressed lovingly to your stomach, stroking the soft skin there. Spencer’s never had this long to explore you with his mouth and he takes full advantage of every moment, but he keeps all his kisses and licks and touches gentle and reverent and so loving. 

You don’t know how long it’s been, or how many times he’s made you cum when he finally retreats—you half-wake just as he’s finishing cleaning you up. Soon he tosses the towel aside and presses feather-light kisses to each of your cheeks, tear-stained and warm with pleasure. You feel completely drained and completely loved. 

“Hi, sleeping beauty,” he murmurs, climbing into bed with you, at some point having gotten dressed. 

You manage an embarrassed little laugh. More tears crawl down your cheeks as you roll to your side. Spencer brushes them away and pulls you into him, slinging your thigh over his waist. He chuckles. 

“Shaky?”

“Stop,” you whine, embarrassed by his teasing, and hide your face against his chest. “That’s not my fault.”

“It’s nobody’s fault. It’s sweet,” he insists as he rubs your back. And then, a moment later, “So—do you think we’ve spent enough time together for tonight?”

“No.”

He sighs good-naturedly. 

“You’re gonna wear me out, you know that?”

“’F you… can’t handle the heat… get outta the kitchen.”

When he next speaks you can hear the smile in his voice. 

“Go to sleep, Bambi. Let’s see if you can walk in the morning.”

[littlelamy]

boat scene with rafe

requested by @gibson-g1rl l <3 😘 part 2

credits: oysters png from @saizun , and amazing gifs from @rafeyscurtainbangs

The boat rocks beneath you as you step toward where Rafe sits bound against the wall, looking both furious and oddly vulnerable. You catch his eye as you enter the room, holding a small packet of aspirin and a plate of food. His eyebrows lift slightly in surprise, but his cocky smirk returns almost immediately.

“Look who’s here to take care of me,” he drawls, his voice dripping with that familiar teasing tone, though there’s a flicker of genuine relief in his eyes.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You roll your eyes, but there’s no real bite to your words. You set the plate down next to him and hand over the aspirin, glancing away to avoid letting him see the small, reluctant smile tugging at your lips. “Thought you’d need this. Can’t have you passing out on us.”

Rafe takes the aspirin from your hand, holding your gaze just a little too long before he swallows it dry. “I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting room service,” he murmurs, eyes never leaving yours. “Didn’t know you cared this much.”

You scoff, folding your arms. “You should know by now I don’t want you dead, Rafe,” you say with a wry smile. “But don’t expect this to become a habit.”

He chuckles, the sound low and a little smug. “We’ll see about that,” he says, shifting against the ropes, clearly enjoying the attention. He nods toward the plate. “So, what—are you gonna feed me, too?”

You blink, taken aback by his nerve, and then raise an eyebrow, letting sarcasm color your voice. “Would you like me to? Or do you think you can manage?” You narrow your eyes, daring him to keep pushing.

Rafe’s smirk wavers, his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink as he quickly looks away. “I can handle it,” he mutters, clearly flustered but trying to play it off. “Don’t get carried away.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I wasn’t planning to.” But you can’t help the grin tugging at your lips as you settle back, watching as he tries to pick up a piece of food from the plate with an awkward, fumbling grip, struggling against the restraints.

You stifle a laugh as he tries to eat without making a mess, and he catches you smiling, his jaw tightening. “Something funny?” he snaps, though there’s a hint of embarrassment in his tone.

You shrug, biting back your amusement. “Nothing at all. You look perfectly in control.”

Rafe grumbles under his breath, focusing intently on his food to avoid meeting your eyes. Another wave rocks the boat, causing you to steady yourself against the wall, and you look back to find him watching you, something almost like concern flickering in his gaze.

“Be careful,” he mutters, his voice softer, dropping the bravado for a split second.

For a moment, you just look at each other, the storm outside and the chaos around you fading into the background. His cocky expression softens, and he gives you a small, grateful nod. He won’t say it, but you know he’s thankful.

“Thanks,” he says quietly, his gaze lingering on you a beat longer.

“Yeah, yeah,” you reply, crossing your arms as you lean back against the wall. “Just don’t make me regret it.”

Rafe grins, his cockiness slipping back into place, but now it’s warmer, less of a wall and more like something shared just between the two of you. As he reaches for another bite, he murmurs, “Wouldn’t dream of it.” And as much as you try to resist, you can’t help the small, reluctant smile that crosses your face in response.

The storm hits hard, the boat rocking violently beneath your feet. You’re barely able to keep your balance as you make your way through the narrow, dimly lit hallway. Waves crash against the hull, each one sending a jolt of panic through your body. But there’s something else clawing at you—something that won’t let you ignore the sound of Rafe’s voice, sharp and desperate, calling from another room.

“Come on! Cut me loose!” His voice cracks, the desperation in it too raw to ignore.

You freeze, breath catching in your throat. Rafe. He’s still tied up. The ropes are holding him in place as the boat teeters precariously on the brink of capsizing. You can hear Pope and Cleo yelling from the kitchen, their voices overlapping, trying to convince you to leave it alone. To save yourself. But you can’t. Not this time.

You grip the knife tighter, your fingers cold and trembling from the anxiety rising in your chest. There’s no time to think. Rafe’s call keeps echoing in your head, and that voice—the urgency, the fear—pushes you forward. You make your way toward the room where you heard him last, the sound of the storm growing louder as it pounds against the sides of the boat.

Before you even get to the door, Cleo’s voice rings out. “No! Y/N, No!”

Pope’s voice follows, sharper. “Y/N, stop don’t let him out!”

But you keep moving. You don’t stop. You can’t. There’s no way you’re going to let Rafe stay there, helpless and bound, when you can do something about it.

When you reach the door, you shove it open, and the sight of Rafe tied up against the far wall hits you with a jolt. He’s slumped slightly, sweat slicking his forehead, his face drawn with exhaustion and frustration. His eyes snap to you, and for a split second, they soften with something almost like relief.

“Cut me loose, come on!” He says again, his voice strained, but louder this time, more insistent.

His hands are bound tightly in thick ropes, his legs spread out uncomfortably beneath him. The ropes seem too thick for him to break on his own. You can see the tension in his body, the way his muscles twitch from the strain, and the panic that flickers behind his gaze. There’s no time to waste. You don’t think twice. You crouch in front of him, the knife in your hand glinting in the low light.

Rafe watches you, his chest rising and falling unevenly. “Don’t make me regret this,” you murmur, feeling your heart beat faster as you cut into the thick rope that’s holding him in place. Your hands are shaking, the knife slipping slightly as the boat tilts again, but you focus on the task at hand.

“Come on, hurry up.” His words are clipped, desperate, and you push aside the nervous tightness in your chest as you work faster, cutting the ropes.

You’re close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body, a stark contrast to the cold, wet air from the storm. The boat groans as another wave slams against it, and Rafe’s eyes flicker to the window, then back to you.

“Please,” he breathes, and it’s that one word that makes everything else fade away—the roaring storm, the panicked shouting from the others, the ticking clock of time slipping away.

The last thread gives way with a sharp cut, and Rafe’s hands are free. His arms immediately reach for you, grabbing hold of your wrist with a surprising amount of force, pulling himself upright.

“Thanks,” he mutters, his voice rough, but there’s something deeper in it, something like a sense of vulnerability you’ve never seen from him before.

You don’t have time to say anything, to wonder if he’s really thankful or if he’s just grateful to be free. The boat shudders violently, and you both stumble as the hull groans beneath you. The wind howls outside, whipping against the windows, and you know there’s not much time before things get worse.

Rafe doesn’t wait for an invitation. He grabs your arm, pulling you toward the narrow hallway. “We need to get to somewhere safer,” he says, his tone not leaving any room for an argument.

You’re both moving quickly, though the boat keeps pitching wildly. The wind screeches, and water sloshes against the floorboards. Every step feels like a risk, like the boat could capsize at any moment. But Rafe doesn’t let go of your arm. He pulls you behind him, guiding you toward a small corner near the engine room, the only place that might offer even the slightest bit of shelter.

You slide into the corner, pressing yourself against the cold wall. It’s not the safest place, but in the madness of the storm, it’s all you have. Rafe follows, wedging himself beside you. There’s barely enough room for the two of you, but you don’t mind. You’re not focused on that right now. All you can think about is how the boat is rocking, how you’re both on the brink of disaster, and how Rafe’s body is so close to yours.

He leans into you, his breathing ragged and uneven. For a moment, he pulls away, but then his hand is at your waist, his grip tightening. It’s almost like he’s afraid you might slip away from him. He presses his body closer, his face now inches from yours, and you can feel the rapid beat of his heart.

Rafe places his head on your neck, his face buried in the crook of your shoulder. The warmth of his breath on your skin is both comforting and unsettling, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you place your hand on his back, the pressure of your touch grounding both of you as the storm rages on around you.

“You’re okay,” you whisper, though you’re not sure if you’re trying to reassure him or yourself.

Rafe doesn’t respond, but you feel his muscles relax, his tense body unwinding little by little. He’s not just holding onto you for stability; it feels like he’s holding onto you for something more. You can’t explain it, but there’s something in the way he leans into you, something raw and vulnerable that you’ve never seen before.

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[yuujispinkhair]

Rough Mission -> Rough Sex

You always offer Yuuji comfort with your hugs, your kisses, and your words of reassurance. But on the nights when he comes home covered in blood and with that strange look in his eyes, you know that there is only one thing that helps him feel ok again: Sex. And not the sweet love-making kind, but the feral, rough-fucking kind, where Yuuji can let all his pain and anger out.

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut Word Count: 1k Warnings: 18+, smut, rough sex, creampie, squirting, biting. Yuuji and reader are in a loving relationship and everything happens with reader's consent. All characters are of age. Divider by @/cafekitsune

The first time it happens, Yuuji tries to flee from you, walking past you with that haunted look on his face, and disappearing in the bathroom, where you find him a minute later, slumped against the wall, breathing harshly, with his eyes pressed shut, and his pants pushed down, his fat throbbing cock in his hand, jacking off furiously in a desperate attempt to get his mind off the horrible mission.

"Yuuji, what are you doing? Why are you here all alone? Let me..."

Golden eyes fly open and stare at you with a mix of pain and despair and something else. A feral glint you have never seen in Yuuji's eyes before. Even his voice sounds different, a low, barely restrained growl,

"Please, stay away... I don't think I can hold back when I'm in this state. Please, baby."

And you realize what the problem is. Oh, sweet Yuuji. Such a hero. So caring and selfless to a fault. He's scared to touch you because he's scared of his own strength. Scared to be too rough with you now that he's losing control.

But you're having none of it. You don't run. You walk over to the boy you love. You tilt your head to look up at him and cup his cheek tenderly while your other hand wraps around his rock-hard cock and pumps it in your fist, milking fat globs of pre-cum out of Yuuji's swollen, dark-pink tip as you tell him,

"I love you, baby. Just fuck all your troubles into me. I promise you it's ok. Please don't hold back."

And Yuuji growls. He really growls, and you know his resolve is slipping.

He fucks you hard on the bathroom floor, rutting into you like an animal in heat, growling and sobbing while he presses you down with his heavy body, taking you over and over again until he has fucked it all out, has fucked all his pain and anger into your spasming cunt.

After that night, he doesn't try to run from you anymore. He comes to you eagerly, seeking the comfort of your body. Seeking the sweet relief he can find in your arms and in your tight pussy.

The moment Yuuji walks into your apartment, you can already see when a mission was a rough one. His golden eyes are on you with that feral glint in them, his broad chest heaving, and his hands balled into fists as he strides toward you like a tiger on the prowl. So strong, so buff, so deadly. You are so wet for him that you don't just soak your panties but also your pajama shorts.

"Come here, Yuu. Fuck me, baby. Be as rough as you need."

He is on you in a split second, growling in the back of his throat as he presses his lips against yours in a fierce, desperate kiss. You still gasp anytime Yuuji lets you get a taste of his superhuman strength and speed. When he rips your clothes off, tearing at them with his strong hands in his urgent need to get you naked and sink his needy cock into your tight cunt and fuck all his anger into you.

His clothes follow a moment later, dropping to the floor in ripped pieces, exposing Yuuji's tall, buff body to you. His buff muscles are flexed, veins standing out from all the adrenaline still pumping through his body. He looks even bigger than usual, so strong, so feral, so fucking sexy.

You moan as Yuuji manhandles you, his large, strong hands flipping you onto your stomach and pushing your head down. A hard slap lands on your ass, and you hear Yuuji growl, followed by a hoarse,

"Fuck! I need you, baby, need to fuck you hard. Please... can I please?"

His fat cock is leaking pre-cum all over your ass in his need to fuck you. He wouldn't even have to ask. You will always give him anything he needs. You push yourself on your knees, ass up, face down, Yuuji's favorite position, offering yourself to him, moaning his name, and telling him to take you as hard as he needs.

And he does.

The growled "Thank you" has barely left Yuuji's lips when he already slams his thick needy cock deep into your soaked cunt with a brutal snap of his hips that makes both of you cry out loudly. Yuuji apologizes even while he grabs your hips and pulls you toward him, rolling his hips against you, fucking you open with hard, deep thrusts that knock the air out of you.

And from now on, it's rough fucking in the most primal way. The headboard is hitting the wall loudly with every hard snap of Yuuji's hips. His grunts and sobs fill the room, just like the wet noises of his fat cock pistoning in and out of your creamy cunt.

It's rough, it's loud, it's messy. Yuuji doesn't hold back anymore, and neither do you. You cream all over his cock several times, shameless and eager, unable to stop yourself from squirting when his swollen cockhead overstimulates your g-spot and the rough slaps of Yuuji's heavy balls against your swollen clit make you keen.

And he cums in you over and over again, not even pulling out in between, cock staying hard all the time because of his insane stamina, fucking you rough into the mattress while his large hands hold you in place and your name falls from his lips like a prayer.

You are both in a frenzy. Both like two animals in heat. Chasing one orgasm after the next.

You push yourself up, reaching frantically behind you to grab Yuuji's hair and moan his name with a voice hoarse from all the loud moaning and squealing, growling just like him as you give yourself over to the most primal need, screaming his name when he rams his fat, angry cock even deeper into you.

Yuuji's muscular arms wrap around you, his large, calloused hands kneading your tits roughly while he fucks you hard. And you urge him on, so eager to make him nut again, to make him forget anything else but the feeling of cumming in you and pulsing his hot seed into your tight cunt.

"Yes, baby, like that, oh god! Fuck me harder, Yuuji! Fuck it all into me, baby!"

Yuuji's teeth close around your shoulder, biting you just like he bites his enemies in the heat of battle. Leaving a mark in the shape of his teeth that you will carry for the rest of your life. He growls and sobs, desperate and horny, even as his hot tears drip down onto your naked body, running down between your tits that jiggle from Yuuji's hard thrusts.

"Fuck! Fuck yes! Thank you, baby, thank... fuck!! Gonna cum again!"

You feel him throb in you, filling you with another thick load of his hot cum, and you follow him a second later. Your cunt clenches wildly around Yuuji's fat, veiny cock, gushing over him and spraying your squirt all over the bed.

You mewl weakly as Yuuji finally slumps against you, his firm pecs and abs pressing against your sweaty skin, his strong arms wrapping tightly around you, this time in a loving embrace. His tall, muscular body embraces you, and his warm lips are on your neck, trailing tender kisses over the fresh bite mark he left, offering his love and care to you now that he feels better.

And you kiss him sweetly, moaning at the feeling of your cunt pulsing around Yuuji's gradually softening cock. There's a tender smile on Yuuji's face when he tells you he loves you. And you caress his hair and tell him you'll always be there for him. Any way he needs you. It's ok. Rough mission, rough sex.

FERAL YUUJI DRIVES ME FERAL TOO 💗💗 I love seeing him fight and get angry, but it also makes me yearn so much for him and want to comfort him. So yeah, he could get anything he needs, anytime he needs and as often as he needs it. I am so in love aaahh 💗

I hope you liked this horny little story about comforting Yuuji with sex ;) Please let me know what you think and scream with me about our fave hero!!

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

[okwonyo]

CAN YOU SEE ME？ IM WAITING FOR THE RIGHT TIME ..

──── 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇.

bsf!enhypen x fem!rea 7OO non-idol au fluff potential future relationship ૮(^﹏^ ! skinship jealousy 【 MUSÉE 】

じや wrote this in a rush ! enjoy 🎀

rbs ✶ comments please + daily

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 ｡ ｡ watches you from a distance. with his eyes wide as a deer caught in the headlights, he doesn’t say anything or does anything about it— he just watches. he can’t help but observe your movements, the way you laugh or how you tuck your hair behind your ear while you talk to the other man. he studies you, sadness in his eyes, trying to find out if you are interested in someone other than him or not. “what?” you ask him when you see the grimace on his face. instead of answering, he questions you too, “do you like him?” relief washes over him in a wave when you shake your head, “i thought we were just talking but he wanted more,” then you add, “i’d rather spend time with you”.

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𝐉𝐀𝐘 ｡ ｡ is always near you. in any circumstances, in any sort of place. if you are near, he is too— almost as if he was your bodyguard or, you as you prefer to say, guardian angel. any person that approaches you, approaches him too and needs to get approved by him to even talk to you. therefore, there is no need to explain that when a guy tries to talk to you, they get hit by a presence impossible to ignore right behind you. the menacing glares can make anyone pale and stumble over their words in front of you. and the funniest part, is that you are well aware of that but decide to act clueless— always shooting a fake confused look at him before smiling sweetly when yet another man runs away from you.

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 ｡ ｡ as your known best friend, many people come to him when they wonder if you are single and try to find a way to ask you out. unfortunately for them, he is not only your best friend but also desperately and irrevocably in love with you. so, in lieu of giving proper answers and advice, he assures them that you are already taken, by no one else but him. and to be completely honest, it works quite well. he even likes to, just for the sake of the silly little lie— of course, be really clingy in front of others. you don’t mind, he has always been like that, and it makes him happy to touch you for a second and be your lover. even if it’s through everyone’s eyes but yours.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 ｡ ｡ he has a special radar for whoever has romantic interests towards you. i mean, he would know how having a crush ok you feels like. since he has been in love with you since primary school. so, where are both around someone who seems to like a you a little bit too much, he starts his extra-clingy and affectionate best friend act. draping his arm on your shoulders, talking to you nonstop and asking for your attention as soon as your eyes go on anywhere else but him. “are you drunk?” you laugh all of the time, not even annoyed in the slightest. he is drunk, drunk in love.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 ｡ ｡ he is unable to control his face when a guy comes to talk to you. he stares at him with a disgusted and utterly offended expression on the surface of his face. as soon as romance is being involved, he tugs you close without thinking— the petname ‘sweetheart’ even slip out. you don’t seem to mind, you only excuse yourself to your other interlocutor before focusing fully on your best friend. when you don’t look, he shoots to the flabbergasted man a very proud grin. he loves to be your favorite.

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 ｡ ｡ he is flabbergasted, took over by immense disbelief and utter shock. he just watched the cashier shamelessly flirt with you— right in front of hom, without decorum. yes, he is not your boyfriend, but come on! he believes that the cashier should have been a little bit ashamed at least. “please,” he pleads as soon as you get out of the shop. “don’t tell me you are going to go out with that guy.” you immediately smile, a teasing question already tingling your tongue, “why? are you jealous?” his heart drops, his face reddens and he starts walking as you chuckle.

𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 ｡ ｡ uses all his strength to try to not be jealous— alas, he fails as soon as he even thinks about you and that ‘nobody’ together. he looks at you with sad eyes and a frown, as if he was a kicked puppy, whereupon you tell him you got asked on a date by the stranger. “wouldn’t you rather spend time with me?” he asks you, and you giggle. “what? this guy will be boring in two weeks but, i will be fun forever.” this idiot isn’t even able to contain his happiness when you tell him that he is right, that you will stay with him tonight. he is so happy that he hugs you, tight.

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[natashashill]

mama’s girl

pairing: perv neighbor!agatha x reader

word count: 4.5k

warnings: 18+ kinda dun-con, manipulation, pervy acts: stealing underwear and hidden camera, guided masturbation, guided a lot of things actually, lots of titty sucking (& play), pussy eating & fingering, orgasm control, bondage, marking, possessive agatha, edging, age gap, & stalking lmk if i missed anything

a/n: this is definitely a dark fic so read at your own risk! also just a reminder that my page is not for minors <3

summary: you introduced yourself to your new neighbor and she takes a liking to you

You had moved into a new apartment after graduating college, and decided to introduce yourself to people living across the hall. You were absolutely thrilled when the door opened, and an older brunette woman opened the door. All thoughts of yours went out the window as she greeted you hello.

“Hi- Hi! I’m Y/N, I just moved in across the hall and I just wanted to introduce myself. I- uh made you some cookies as a sign of good faith. I’m trying to make some friends or uh at least friendly faces. Umm yeah so if you ever need anything I’ll be across the hall.”

“Thank you very much sweetheart. That’s quite a sweet gesture hun. Why don’t I tell you what, why don’t we do dinner sometime together? Would that be okay with you sweetness?”

“Yes! We can do dinner at mine this Friday at 7 if that works, I’ve been meaning to try out a few recipes if that’s okay with you.”

“Perfectly fine, I’ll see you on Friday honey.”

You giddly skipped back to your room, unaware of the thoughts swirling in Agatha’s head. You had made quite the impression on her. After you left, Agatha had to take quite a few breaths after seeing you. You were such a sweet and innocent sight, and she just had to have you for herself. She couldn’t wait for Friday, she had the perfect opportunity to start leaving her claim on you. She took a bite out of your cookie, and fuck, she couldn’t wait for Friday. 

The rest of the week dragged around slowly for both of you. You couldn’t shake your hot neighbor out of your head, although you felt guilty for crushing on her. Opposingly, Agatha has been keeping tabs on you, she’s found where you work and found your socials online. She spent a significantly long time through your Instagram, enjoying herself while discovering the bikini pics you’ve posted from your last vacation.

When it’s time to head over on Friday, she carries a larger than necessary bag. You let her inside, your stomach swirling at the sight of her dressed up. She greets you with a hug and a kiss on each cheek, and your breath catches in your throat. She hands you a bottle of wine she brought over, and you hurriedly rush into the kitchen to break it open. She uses this opportunity to take a look around your house, finding her way into the bedroom. She immediately starts on pulling out the secret camera she brought, placing it onto one of your picture frames facing your bed. Making sure you didn’t come back, she starts going through your drawers until she finds your underwear drawer, digging through and grabbing a few to take home. She stuffs them into her purse and starts to take a look around your room, observing all the decorations you have up. 

You walk into your room and see her observing a picture of yours.

“Agatha? What are you doing in here?”

“Oh sweetheart, forgive me. I was trying to find your bathroom to freshen up and came in here instead. I saw these adorable pictures and got distracted.”

A small blush forms at your cheeks at her comments and you guide her back towards your living room. She flashes you a grateful smile at the glass of wine and you can feel yourself falling for her with every passing moment. Dinner went smoothly, and you sighed in relief when Agatha showed signs that she enjoyed your food. She moaned out in delight at your cooking, and your cheeks flushed even further when your mind thought of where else she would make those noises. Dessert continued to be a success and she thanked you for the beautiful meal. 

You both talk for quite a bit that night, Agatha trying to find out anything she could about you. You found it sweet how Agatha took so much interest in you, asking you many questions about your life. You answered her questions honestly and started rambling about your life to her. Agatha looked at you so sweetly but there was something in her eyes that you couldn’t place. You brushed it off, blaming it on the wine. Agatha’s delighted at all the information you gave for her including that you’re single, you started a new job as a receptionist, and you’ve just moved here away from most of your friends and family. The night goes swimmingly with both of you laughing and chatting about work and it’s past midnight when Agatha leaves your apartment. She heads straight to the bedroom, not bothering to take off her shoes before unzipping her dress and taking one of your panties out of her bag. 

She starts to grind against your panties, the lace feeling heavenly against her clit as she moans out your name. The thoughts of you tonight flashing your precious eyes at her takes her over the edge, and she collapses against her bed, she decides she’ll clean up tomorrow.

She runs into you tomorrow while you’re about to leave your apartment, finding you dressed up in a tight dress and some heels.

“Oh, hi Agatha. I’m headed out for a date right now. This girl asked me out today while I was getting my coffee. I have to go now but I’ll see you around. We should grab dinner sometime, I’ll text you!”

Agatha bids you goodbye, wishing you good luck before entering her place and heading straight to the bedroom. She fishes out another pair of panties of yours and puts it on while grabbing a vibrator and placing over her clothed clit, grinding and bucking as her juices leaked out and into your panties. She pulls out her phone and opens the app connected to the camera in your room. She scrolls back to the footage from earlier today, watching you get ready. She nearly came as soon as she saw you, but took her time as she watched you get ready, enjoying the way your precious body looked. Her orgasm fell over her in waves, desperation rolled over her as she had to have you. 

The next time you both get together, Agatha makes sure to dress to get your attention. She knows that you have a small crush on her, but she needs you desperate for her. It seemed to have worked, as Agatha noticed your eyes on her the entire night, even stuttering over your words a little when she decided to hold eye contact with you. Your heart nearly stopped when she went to wipe a food stain near your lips, licking her finger before gently wiping it off. She pats your cheek before she heads back to your seat, and she knows she has you hooked. 

“So honey, how’s everything going with you? Anyone you’ve been intimate with recently? You’ve been going on quite a few dates.”

Your face heats up at her question and you just duck your head out of embarrassment. You’ve never actually had sex with someone before and you were sure Agatha would laugh at you, obviously she was expecting to share and reflect on details of both of your sex lives. You look up at her sheepishly and she tilts her head curiously.

“I- uh well, I’ve never actually had sex with someone. It sounds stupid but I’ve never found someone to do it with and I’m too scared I’ll be bad at it now.”

“Oh sweetheart, you poor thing. Let me help you sweetheart. I’ll teach you all you need to know and show you exactly what it feels like.”

“You would do that for me? I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, you’re probably not interested in a girl like me.”

“Nonsense sweetheart. I’ll help a sweet thing like you out. We can start off with weekly lessons and adjust as needed, we can do them on Fridays, right around this time. Here, why don’t we just get started right now. I want you to undress for me sweetheart while making eye contact, and take your time with it.”

You followed her directions exactly, locking eyes with her while slowly lifting your shirt up. At the pleased smile on her face, you shimmy out of your jeans, leaving you half-naked under her gaze. 

“Very good sweetheart, now why don’t you take off your bra for me. We’ll start easy for today, only playing with your boobs. A very important rule I have sweetheart, is that you will not touch yourself unless I give you permission, do you understand me? I don’t want you to explore by yourself sweetheart, you might hurt yourself.”

You nodded while undoing the clasp for the bra, letting your perky boobs show. 

“Very good darling, now I want you to hold them and move them around slowly, and see how it feels.”

“Feels good.”

“Oh and one more thing sweetheart, you’re going to start addressing me as mommy from now on, understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes mommy, I understand.”

“Good girl, go ahead and squeeze them for me. Take your time and squeeze.”

You were a bit confused and tried to squeeze them but it didn’t feel right. 

“Here honey, let me help you. Just hold your tits up for me sweetheart, I’ll show you how to pleasure yourself.”

You feel a certain wetness as she walks over to you and grabs both of your tits with your hands. You let her squeeze and grab and pull as she wanted, the pleasure clouding over your brain. 

“Now sweetheart, I’m going to lick your nipples okay? I promise you’re going to feel so good baby, let mommy show you.”

You nodded and she brings her mouth to your left tit, engulfing your perked up nipple. You let out a small moan when you feel her start to suck. You can feel her smirk and chuckle around your nipple and let out a small apology. 

“No need sweetheart. Moan as loud as you want for me baby, I wanna hear those pretty noises coming out of your mouth.”

With that she switches over to your right nipple, giving just as much attention as she gave your left. You let out breathy moans for her and she starts to suck even harder. She guides you to lay down on the sofa while worshipping your breasts, making sure you’d be thinking about her for the next week.

She pulls away from your tits, a trail of saliva connecting her mouth to you before she eagerly connects your lips. She moans into the kiss as she sucks at your bottom lip, and you open your mouth letting her inside. She completely dominates the kiss and it turns you fuzzy. You kiss back passionately, trying to please her the best you could. She doesn’t let you breathe, too focused on claiming your lips. She eventually pulls away, pupils dilated and breath heavy. 

“Baby, it’s your turn now. I want you to practice what you just learned, okay? Practice on mama sweetheart.”

Agatha pulls down her zipper and exposes her tits to you, she had omitted her bra for the night. She guided your head to one of her nipples, and you eagerly latched on. You loved this position, being so close to Agatha had your mind blanking. The only thing you could think about was staying close to Agatha, your hands roaming her tits, exploring and playing as you eagerly continued sucking on Agatha. You switched your mouth over to her other nipples and renewed sucking, moaning at the action. Agatha couldn’t believe her luck, how easily you fell into her, and how much you loved this. It would be so easy to just have you spread your legs apart and let Agatha finger you have you fall apart on her lap. The thought had her mind reeling and she realized it was time to cut it off for the night, before she couldn't control herself anymore. 

When she pulls you away, you look up at her pouting, eager to go back to what you were doing. Agatha tells you it’s enough for the first lesson, and we can carry on next week. She gently cups your cheek before kissing you goodbye. You stand up with her, putting on your bra before seeing her out the door. You give a small wave goodbye before heading into bed, your mind running blank at the events of the evening. The rest of the week went no better for you, you could barely focus on work, only thinking about the next time you would see Agatha. 

Agatha was seeming to handle the gap a lot better than you, using your lacy underwear and her toys to get herself while thinking of how easily you trusted her to touch you. She couldn’t wait for your lesson this week.

When Friday rolled around, you put on your prettiest set of lingerie, hoping it would impress Agatha. You were a skimpy dress, one that would be easier for Agatha. You had everything perfectly set up for when she arrived, and now you were just waiting for her to knock on your door. See Agatha wanted to fuck with you a bit, she knew that you’d be so eager and pliant for her, but she had to keep you just as desperate for her. She purposely arrived a few minutes late, knowing your brain would be just that much happier to see her. 

You welcomed her with a hug before moving back to the couch, waiting for her next move. You were surprised to see her sit so close to you, but you weren’t complaining when you saw the low cut top she was wearing again. 

“Now sweetheart, today’s lesson is going to be very up close and personal. I need you to trust mommy to show you what to do and let mommy make the best decisions for you, alright? As a reward, if you’re good for mama, I’ll let you play with mama’s nipples again. You be good for me and you can play again since you liked that so much.”

“Yes, mommy. I’ll be good for you.”

“That’s my girl, let’s get you out of this dress hm?” When Agatha saw what you wore underneath your dress, she was in disbelief. She couldn’t believe that you were trying to seduce her, “What’s this sweetheart? You were trying to get mommy all worked up hm? Did you think this would help you?”

“No- no mommy. I just wanted you to like me and I thought you would like it if I wore something pretty.”

Agatha smiled at you, of course you had just wanted to please her, you were her innocent girl after all.

“Alright sweetheart, I’m going to remove your panties now. I want you to keep your hands on the couch when I touch you.”

You placed your palms firmly on the couch, gripping tighter as Agatha got closer to your core. She used a finger to swirl and stroke around your entrance but she never entered. She played around like that for a few minutes, watching how wet you quickly became. She gently pushed a finger into you, delighted at the load gasp you let out. She placed a gentle kiss to your thigh before pushing her finger deeper and then pulling it back out. Agatha repeated the motion for a bit, letting you get used to the intrusion, before picking up the pace and watching the way your face contorted in pleasure. She continued the pace for a bit before slipping in another finger. 

You started to let out loud moans of her name, unable to control yourself with this new feeling inside of you. You couldn’t hold yourself back, and your moans continued to grow loader. Agatha watched how easily you took her fingers, throbbing and pulsing around them. She could tell you were getting closer to an orgasm and removed her fingers. She brought them up to her mouth to taste, and she couldn’t control her moan at how good you tasted. 

“You did so well for me baby. I’m going to show you something else babygirl and then I’ll let you have a turn with mommy okay? Stay good for me, you’re my perfect angel.”

At that, Agatha took her thumb to your clit, before pressing down. You let out a yelp at that, and she swirled her thumb around in apology. She kept playing around, enjoying how nicely you moaned for her, and how desperate your pussy was with the way it was clenching around nothing. She decided to taste you from the source, replacing her thumb with her tongue and swirling delicately around your sensitive nub. You moaned even louder at that and Agatha chuckled directly into you. She continued her teasing, bringing her tongue down your slit, licking a few stripes before teasing your entrance and then pulling away all together. 

Your mouth hung open trying to catch your breath when Agatha pulled away, and she knew she had you right where she wanted you. 

“Alright baby, you were so good for me. I’ll let you pick your reward honey. Do you wanna play with mama’s boobs or her pussy?”

“Umm, I don’t know mommy, what if I’m not good at playing with your pussy? I like playing with your boobs.”

“Oh sweetheart, how about you give it a chance alright? I’ll let you play extra with my boobs if it’ll make you feel better.”

You nod at her, and she leans back against the couch with her leg spread open. 

“Okay baby, why don’t you kneel in front of me. It’ll make things easier for you.”

Ever so obedient, you immediately kneel in front, and make your way to undo her skirt. Agatha helps you in ridding her skirt and underwear, before spreading her legs open for you, allowing you to see her glistening pussy.

“Now baby, I’ll give you a few minutes to let you play however you want, but when I tell you to, enter two of your fingers inside of me okay?”

You nod before letting your fingers roam through her slit, sliding through a few times before reaching her clit. When you peer up at Agatha, she’s breathing heavily so you assume you’re doing something right. You gently rub at her clit, smiling when she lets out a moan. Agatha snakes a hand into your hair, and you let that be your sign to continue. 

“Baby, I want you to go inside me now okay? Mommy wants to feel good.”

You slipped two fingers inside and started pumping them inside. The hand in your hair tightened and you continued your pace, spurred on by her moans. You continue to finger her but your mouth can’t resist the sight of clit. You take it into your mouth and Agatha nearly screams at the sensation.

“Oh, oh just like that angel. You’re making me feel so good sweetheart, I’m so close angel just keep going. So good for me honey.” 

You double your efforts, desperate to please her. In a couple more sucks, you feel a warm liquid gush out of Agatha and you eagerly lap it up, becoming addicted to the taste. She gently pulls you away from her core and into her lap. 

“Oh my darling, you were such a good girl for me baby. Do you want mommy’s boobs now? You can have anything you like doll.”

“I want your boobies mommy, but I have a question for you.”

“What is it baby?”

“What was the liquid at the end, I didn’t have that when you were playing with me mommy.”

“Oh honey. That's what happens with you have an orgasm. I haven’t given you one yet because I want you to be able to focus on properly learning sweetheart. I was going to introduce orgasms to you at our next lesson.”

You nodded at her before tugging at her top, begging to see her tits again. Agatha removes her top and bra for you, and you eagerly dive in. She lets you rest against her as you seek her out and she sighs in relief. Her plan was falling nicely into place and she couldn’t be happier. Before long, Agatha realized how late it was for you and decided to call it a night. She pressed a gentle kiss to you before leaving, promising how good the next lesson will be for you if you remembered her rules. You promised her before shutting the door behind her. 

You immediately headed into the shower to try and calm down. Everything about tonight made your head spin and you didn’t want to be apart from Agatha. You tucked yourself to bed and hoped that this week would fly by.

Unfortunately for you, you couldn’t escape the curiosity of an orgasm. You wanted to know what it felt like and you weren’t sure if you could wait all the way until Friday. You laid down in bed fully naked. You felt really awkward doing this, it didn’t feel anything remote to what you were doing with Agatha, that was what made you excited. 

Your finger approached your core and you weren’t even sure what to do first. You let yourself explore for a few minutes but it didn’t feel anything close to how Agatha had touched you. Rubbing your clit didn’t help much either, and you groaned out in frustration. All of a sudden you realized you had broken Agatha’s rules. Suddenly you shot out of bed and started panicking. What if she stopped seeing you after this because you became her bad girl? You burst out into tears and realized you needed to see her right now. Little did you know, Agatha watched the whole thing go down through her camera. She had been checking up on you to make sure you were obeying her, and she was thoroughly disappointed to see you breaking her rules. What she didn’t expect even more was you knocking at her door, half naked in tears. 

She ushered you inside and brought you in for a hug, trying to figure out what happened.

“Mommy, I’m so sorry. I- I’m so sorry mommy. I was a bad girl. I messed up. I’m so sorry you have to forgive me, I wasn’t thinking properly. I’ll never do anything like this again, please don’t hate me mama.”

Agatha took pity on you and decided to take it easy on you. “What do you mean baby? What happened sweetheart? I would never hate you.”

“I- I broke your rule,” you hiccuped between words, completely overwhelmed with your current situation. “I was curious about what you said about orgasming and I wanted to see what it was and practice on myself. I didn’t even get to touch myself very well because it didn’t feel like when you did it but I still broke your rule and I’m sorry.”

You were wailing at this point and Agatha felt sorry for you. Did she hate that you disobeyed her? Yes. However she was just going to edge you once before letting you orgasm.

“Oh my darling, you’re still my girl sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere. I’m disappointed in you but you’ll just take a punishment and if you behave through your punishment, I’ll show you an orgasm.”

You immediately agreed, desperate to get in her good graces. 

She laid you down over her couch while removing whatever clothing you had found to cover yourself. Her fingers immediately sunk into your pussy and set an unforgiving pace, you had moaned and wailed around her but you took it, allowing Agatha to use you as she pleased. She knew best after all. You felt a weird sensation in your lower belly and you tried to warn Agatha. She pulled out of you after that. You couldn’t hold back your whine and she stroked your hair.

“Tell me what you want baby.”

“I want you mommy. I want you to play with me all the time, I don’t want to wait until just Fridays anymore. I wanna be with you and sleep with you afterwards and go on dates with you.”

“Sounds an awful lot like you want to be my girl honey. Is that it? You want to be my girl, have mama take care of you? Well, I can’t say I’d be opposed to it. It would be nice to have my baby girl by my side all the time hm. l would like that angel.”

You beam at her and Agatha can’t resist kissing you deeply. Her tongue enters your mouth and immediately establishes dominance, sucking and swirling against yours. You’re breathless when she pulls away, and you immediately chase her lips. 

Agatha throws you over her shoulder and brings you into her bedroom, desperate to claim you as hers. She lays you down in the middle of the bed before shuffling through her drawer and pulling out some ribbon. She toes your hands to her bed posts and you peer up at her confused. You refuse to voice anything, not when you were so close to your reward. She starts trailing kisses down your body, taking her time to explore all of you. She leaves hickeys in her wake, and she knows you’ll be wearing her marks for the next few days. The thought fills her with need and she hurries her exploration, stopping right at your glistening pussy. 

Agatha dives right in, lapping at your wetness before focusing her attention on your clit. She sucks hard, enjoying the way she can feel you pulse. Your moans are music to her ears and she enters you again, fingering you hard and fast, building you back up to where you were before. She curls her fingers to hit your spongy spot and your mind goes blank. You moan loudly and completely go limp, letting Agatha use your pussy. You feel the same pressure in your tummy again.

“Mama, mama please I feel weird.”

“Oh honey, mama knows. Let go for mama, you’re doing so well for me precious.”

Her words spur you on and you’re falling apart against her fingers, moaning loudly and twitching as you ride out your orgasm. You lay there limply afterwards and Agatha immediately rushes to untie you.

 The moment she comes back near you, you cling to her, desperately latching on to her. She lays down comfortably next to you and you immediately bring your head to her chest, right next to her boob. Agatha has an inkling for what you want so she unties her robe, giving you full access to her. Your head piques up with interest and she guides you towards her nipple where you happily latch on. She lets you enjoy your suckling, stroking your head while quietly praising you.

You fall asleep with your mouth latched to her nipple and your other hand by her stomach. Agatha has never been happier, wearing a giddy smile as she starts to feel drowsy. She’ll take down her cameras soon, knowing that she’ll eventually have you living with her anyways. Pressing another kiss to your head, she lets sleep claim her knowing she has everything she wants.

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your FS fantasizes about you like what at night ? (18+)

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PILE - 1

I see them lying awake, long after the world has quieted, after responsibilities have been tucked away for the night. But they can’t rest—not yet, not when their mind is full of you. They turn onto their side, exhaling sharply, one hand resting on their chest, the other gripping the sheets like they’re trying to steady themselves. But there’s no steadying this—no controlling what happens when they close their eyes and let themselves fall into you. They see you there, in the private corners of their mind, bathed in a soft glow, looking at them with that knowing gaze—the one that tells them you know exactly what you do to them. And oh, how they ache for you.

Their fantasies aren’t just about the act of having you; it’s so much deeper than that. They picture the lead-up, the slow burn of it all—how your fingers would skim over their skin, teasing, promising, never rushing. They imagine your lips ghosting over their pulse, how you’d linger just long enough to make them shiver, to make them want. It’s the way you’d push them to the edge, not just with touch, but with presence—the way you’d own the moment, make them feel like there was no one else in the world but the two of you. They crave that—the intimacy, the way your body would mold against theirs so perfectly, like you were meant to fit together. And when they let go, when they finally surrender to the thought of having you, it’s devastating. The kind of desire that leaves them breathless, heart hammering, hands flexing against the mattress like they can feel you there.

And when it’s over, when the fantasy has run its course and they’re left in the quiet aftermath, they don’t feel relief—they feel restless. Because it’s not enough. A dream of you will never be enough. They want the real thing. They want to turn over in bed and find you there, warm and waiting, your body tangled in the sheets with theirs. They want to hear your voice, your laughter, the whispered teasing that makes their pulse spike all over again. They want to wake up in the morning with you still beside them, the evidence of the night before lingering on your skin. And until that day comes? Until they can finally have you in their arms, their bed, their life? They’ll keep fantasizing, keep reaching for you in the dark, letting the thought of you pull them under, over and over again.

PILE - 2

It starts the same way every night. Restless hands, a heavy sigh, the dim glow of the night teasing the edges of their sleepless thoughts. They toss, they turn, but it’s you that keeps them up—you who lingers behind their eyelids the second they shut them. There’s something feverish about the way they crave you, something raw, untamed. It's not just about wanting you; it’s about needing you. Like a fire licking at their skin, like something that refuses to be contained. They imagine you standing in the doorway, a smirk playing at your lips, something teasing in your eyes—like you know how much you unravel them, and you enjoy every second of it.

Their fantasies don’t start slow; they don’t have the patience for slow. No, the second they let their mind slip, they’re already deep in it—your body against theirs, heat rolling between you like a storm about to break. They imagine the way you’d grab at them, the way your fingers would press into their skin with just the right amount of desperation, like you need them just as much as they need you. And gods, they would devour you. No hesitation, no second-guessing, just hands gripping, lips crashing, bodies colliding in a way that leaves no space between you. They burn for you, and in their mind, you let them consume you. Every sound you make, every shiver, every breathless plea—it pushes them further, makes them reckless. They want to ruin you, leave their mark on you so that no one—no one—could ever question who you belong to.

But then comes the part they hate. The comedown. The moment when reality settles back in, when they open their eyes and realize that the bed is still empty, that you aren’t there. The rush fades, but the ache lingers, deep and insatiable. They run a hand through their hair, stare at the ceiling, jaw tight with frustration. Because it’s not enough. It’s never enough. No matter how vivid the fantasy, no matter how hard they chase the high of you, it always ends the same way—with them wanting more. With them lying awake, restless, desperate, waiting for the day when they don’t have to imagine anymore. When they can finally reach out—and find you waiting for them in the dark.

PILE - 3

It creeps in like a whisper—soft at first, almost bearable. The thought of you. The way you tilt your head when you’re amused, the curve of your lips when you say their name just right. They try to shake it off, bury it under exhaustion, but it never works. No matter how many nights pass, how many times they try to push you away, you return like a ghost, haunting them in the most delicious, torturous way.

Tonight is no different. Their mind sways between the hunger and the ache, between the need for you and the pain of not having you. They imagine how it would be if you were there—if they could reach out and find your body against theirs, warm and real, not just some fading mirage in the dark. Their hands twitch at the thought of you beneath them, your skin soft under their touch, your breath hitching when they claim you like they’ve wanted to for so long. It’s not just about passion; it’s deeper than that. They want to erase the space between you, to take and take until there’s nothing left separating the two of you. Every kiss, every drag of their lips along your skin, would be a promise—a silent, desperate vow that this time, they won’t let you slip away.

But reality always hits like a cold rush of air. When they open their eyes, the bed is empty, their hands still searching, their body still burning with a craving that has no satisfaction. And gods, it hurts. It’s the kind of hunger that lingers in the bones, the kind that no amount of dreaming can sate. They roll onto their back, exhaling sharply, frustration thrumming in their chest. Because they know—no fantasy, no restless night, no imagined touch will ever be enough. They need you—not just in the shadows of their mind, not just in the spaces between wake and sleep, but in their arms, in their life. And until that moment comes, they will keep wanting, keep reaching, keep aching for you in the dark.

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I just found out about your works today and omg I'm on LOVEEE. Btw, can I request one for Reo? Maybe him and reader are in public and reader has a vibrator on that Reo controls through his phone and she basically tries to suppress her moans the entire time and when they get home reader just gets fucked stupid by him, thank you 🫶

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“please reo!” you begged your boyfriend, it wasn’t always that he turned down sex, and you sure weren’t happy this time, because just look at him in a suit and tie. you’d rip it all off right now if you had the strength to do so.

“princess, don’t be needy. we need to attend a company dinner, and we both know you don’t like quickies.” he stared at you through the mirror, fixing up his tie and finishing up his final touches of his hair. you whined at that, knowing you couldn’t deny the truth. you got up from the bed you were sitting on and walking over to reo, leaning your head onto his bicep sluggishly to really express how disappointed you are.

“jerk..” you mumbled out, earning a mock-annoyed sigh from him. he opened the drawer of your vanity table, pulling out a we-vibe vibrator, getting down onto his knees and rolling up your dress, pinching your thigh gently. “spread.” you gulped, spreading your thighs apart slightly as he pushed your panties to one side, pushing the toy into your hole, making you gasp a little. reo placed a kiss onto your clit before rolling your dress back down and getting up.

“lets go, mhm?” he grabbed his car keys and started walking downstairs to where their car was parked.

the ballroom was packed with people, and usually you’d be going around talking to others like the social butterfly you are, but now? you were clinging onto reos arm while your legs were trying so hard to not give out. reo looked so unbothered too! he was holding a champagne glass is one hand, letting you cling onto the other side while he was talking to his colleagues. you were trying so hard to suppress your moans, and it was getting harder and harder from the fact that everyone was trying to make conversation with you, sometimes reo would even go on his phone, using the excuse “replying to work emails” to go on rhe app and make your toy vibrate on the highest settings whenever someone came up to you, making your responses slurred and blurry.

when his colleagues walked away, you pulled reo down to your level, basically a blushing mess as you whispered into his ear. “gonna go find a place to sit- mngh.. down,” reo chuckled mischievously hearing that, putting his hand on your lower back as he nodded “go ahead. i’ll be here.” you let out a breath of relief, heading to where the lounge area was, it was completely empty since everyone was busy socialising. you quickly fell onto the couch, resting your arm on the arm rest as you squished your thighs together, hoping to dull the sensations. the buzzing of the vibrator was throwing you off the edge, and it wasn’t helping that reo would constantly set it to the highest settings suddenly, then back to the lowest, then to the normal one. just what did he want from you?!

you thought you’d finally be able to take a break from all the humiliating conversations, until one of reos colleagues came over and sat down next to you. otoya eita was it? god, why couldn’t just everyone leave you alone?

“what’s a pretty girl like you doing alone? aren’t you mikages wife?” you tried to force out a smile as you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat while trying to ignore your slick-filled panties beneath you. “y-yeah! mn, is there anything, i can help you with?” otoya leaned into you, face inches apart with that blank expression of his, whispering his stupid “ninja-tatics” flirting methods into your ear. when it caught reos eyes, he was wondering how you could even pay attention to someone else when you had a vibrator stuffed so deep into your cunt. when you were about to stand up and walk away, he set the vibrator to the highest settings, earning a loud gasp from you as you held onto the arm rest, balancing yourself.

you sloppishly walked over to where reo was, basically having tears in your eyes from being edged for hours on a stupid toy. you clung onto his arm tightly, pouting. “reo, please.. i wanna go home.” “it looks like you made a new friend, hmm? are you two so close that you’ll let him whisper in your ear?” he whispered to you as you whined, shaking your head as you buried your face into his chest. he sighed, wrapping an arm around your waist before raising his hand up to bid goodbye to the colleague he was talking to. “wife needs to rest, she’s tired. i’ll see you guys next week!”

as you two got into the car, you immediately became a moaning mess at the vibrator, curling up on yourself and shifting into different positions, desperate for release already. reo smiled at the sight, buckling his seatbelt as he started the car. “r-reo.. stupid jerk! lemme cum! nnghh, please reo,,” “mhm? be patient, wait until we get home.” you swear on your LIFE you were about to kill this man. the whole car ride was filled with your whining and moaning, alongside with some background noise from the radio.

“reooooonnghhhhh!!! s-sttoop! too much! too much!” you cried out, you were pinned onto the bed with your face crushed into the pillow, reo was holdinh onto the back of your neck as tears streaming down your face from the overstimulation. the vibrator was still in you while reo was pounding into your pussy ruthlessly with your ass up in the air. cum was leaking out of your hole by now and onto the bedsheets, staining them white while your tears were staining the pillow.

“you were begging to cum just now, i’m just giving you what you want. i haven’t even cum yet, you wanna leave me high and dry? huh?” he thrusted into you again, harder this time before continuing on with his brutal pace, his other hand trailing up to your waist and gripping it harshly. you let out loud moans, your hands clutching onto the bedsheets as you tried your best to make out words, but it felt like your mind was getting more and more fuzzy by the moment.

eventually, you stopped struggling and your body basically went limp, going cock-drunk on his dick. now you were only able to let out incomprehensible words and slurry moans, drooling onto the sheets. he took out his phone and started recording from his perspective. “shit.. such a good girl. are you gonna be a good slut for reo? gonna be filled by his cum til the brim? answer me.” he then moved the camera to your face as you could only nod dumbly, letting out a few weak “uhuh..”s. “thats my girl. stupid fuckin cumslut.”

reo turned off his phone, throwing it aside as he grabbed either sides of your hips, thrusting into you deeper and faster. “c-close! g’na cum againnn, reoooo!! puhlease can i cummm reoo?..” “mhm? you gonna cum with reo? g’head, princess. what do you say in response?” “t-thank you! thank you! thankyouthankyou iloveyousommuuucchh!!—” you came undone onto his cock, letting out a loud moan, your orgasm making you feel it all over your body as reo let out a low moan, tons of cum shooting into your stomach as he threw his head back, thrusting into you one last time before letting out a sigh, pulling out and falling limp omto you.

“you okay, princess?” he placed a gentle kiss onto your neck, his hand trailing up to brush your hair gently, a complete switch from the reo who was just calling you a stupid cumslut.

“r-reo.. reo… t’nk you reo,, i love you reo…” you said between laboured breaths, being completely fucked dumb as reo sighed, getting up from you and carrying you to the bathroom. “let’s run you a cold bath.” you nodded in response, head resting on his shoulder.

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I think you wrote CEO Bakugo x secretary reader fic once? Could you write another please? Plot can be whatever but please include smut 😝

Insubordination

The click of your heels was sharper than usual when you stormed into Bakugo’s office.

"You rescheduled my vacation time again," you said without preamble, tossing the printed memo onto his desk. Your jaw was set, eyes flashing. "That’s the third time."

Bakugo didn’t even look up from his monitor. "Your vacation doesn't matter if your department's falling behind."

You scoffed. "You mean your schedule’s falling apart because you refuse to hire a second assistant."

Now he looked at you. Slowly. Like a predator sizing up the one thing stupid enough to challenge him in his own den.

"You’re my assistant. You don't get to dictate shit."

"And you don’t get to keep pulling this control-freak crap every time you feel—threatened," you snapped, voice low. "I’ve kept your world spinning for three years. If I vanish for four days, the company won’t burn."

He stood so fast his chair scraped back across the floor.

“You wanna find out what happens when you vanish?” His voice was a growl, each word dripping threat—and something else.

You stared, breathing heavy, defiant. You wanted him to break. You wanted something to break, because god, it had been building for too long. The late nights. The friction. The glances that lasted a second too long. The silence that buzzed with things unsaid.

He crossed the room in three strides.

"You think you can talk to me like that and walk away?"

Your back hit the glass wall of his office. “What are you gonna do about it?”

His hand slapped the glass beside your head. The other gripped your chin, tilting your face up to his. His breath was hot on your cheek, his gaze fierce and unreadable.

“I should fire you.”

“You won’t.”

"Why?"

"Because you like it when I talk back." Your voice came out rough. Shaky.

He didn’t answer. He crushed his mouth to yours like he was starving for it.

And fuck, you kissed him back like you’d been starving longer.

Bakugo shoved everything off his desk with one violent sweep — your planner, his laptop, even a framed plaque with his name on it crashed to the floor — and hoisted you onto the wood like he owned you. Like you were just another part of his empire to bend, conquer, ruin.

"Been waiting for a fucking excuse," he muttered, tearing open your blouse with both hands, buttons flying.

"You're such a goddamn control freak—" you gasped, arms around his neck, thighs tightening around his waist.

"And you're a pain in my ass." His mouth found your throat, biting down hard. "But you're mine."

The word should’ve made you flinch. Instead, you pulled him closer.

He gripped your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. “You walk around this place like you don’t know what you do to me. But I see how you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention.”

Your breath hitched. “You’re always watching.”

“Damn right I am.” His voice dropped to a low, possessive rasp. “Watching you bend over my desk. Watching you talk back in that tight-ass pencil skirt.”

You reached down, fingers fumbling at his belt, but he swatted your hand away.

“No. Hands on the desk,” he ordered. “You started this with your mouth. Now keep it shut unless you’re begging.”

He pushed your skirt up roughly, tugged your panties to the side. The air hit your soaked heat and he froze, growled.

“Fuck. You’re already this wet?” His thumb slid between your folds, drawing a sharp moan from you. “All that attitude today—you just wanted me to snap, huh? Wanted this.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

He unzipped his pants, pulled himself free. Thick, hard, flushed at the tip. The sight of him made your hips shift involuntarily.

“No condom,” he warned, voice ragged.

“Don’t care.”

That was all he needed.

He lined up, grabbed your hips, and buried himself inside you in one brutal thrust.

Your cry echoed off the office walls, half-shock, half-relief. The stretch was obscene. You felt every inch of him.

He didn’t wait. He fucked you like he was claiming territory — one hand braced against your lower back, the other tangled in your hair, pulling your mouth to his. His pace was punishing, all gritted teeth and panting curses against your lips.

“Always giving me that look—like you’re better than me,” he snarled, pounding into you. “Say it. Say you want me.”

You gasped, nails digging into the desk. “I want you—Katsuki, please—”

He groaned like the sound of his name on your tongue split him open.

“You feel that?” he growled, slamming deeper. “No one else gets this. No one else gets you like this.”

Your orgasm hit fast and hard, ripping through you without mercy. You bit your own wrist to muffle the scream.

“Fuck—fuck, I can feel you coming—” His rhythm faltered, hips stuttering. “I’m gonna—shit—”

He came with a broken growl, burying himself to the hilt, his whole body trembling against yours.

Silence settled thick after. Just your ragged breathing, your shared sweat cooling on skin.

Bakugo pulled back, still braced on the desk, chest heaving. His forehead dropped to yours.

“This doesn’t change shit,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “Still your boss.”

You let out a breathless, shaky laugh. “Yeah. And I’m still your problem.”

His smirk returned, slow and wicked.

“Damn right you are.”

[outtathisworld-imagines]

Daylight

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Pairing: Bob Reynolds x F!witch Reader

Warning: Jam packed with fluff, some angst, Bob is too pure for this world. Like one swear of that and some suggestive language, pregnancy mention. Not proofread 🥲

A.N: Well would you look at the time *looks at blank wrist* it’s loving Bob o’clock.

I recommend listening to Daylight by David Kushner while reading, it inspired be to write this!

Lyrics are in bold italic!

Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too! Enjoy ✨

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Telling myself I won't go there

Oh, but I know that I won't care

Tryna wash away all the blood I've spilt

Bob sat in the darkness of his room. He felt like he was peddling backwards recently and the team could feel a dark cloud looming over him. He tried hard to fight it but he could feel it seeping in more, the less he tried to atone with his past.

He knew how much pain, how much suffering he caused others- never mind himself. The second he closed his eyes and let the dark embrace him, visions came back to him. He felt like a haunted house, rooms locked with darkness that was seeping from the cracks in the doors.

“I’ll make a call,” Bucky announced one day, the team eager to intervene to try and help him in any way they could. “I have an old friend that might be able to help him. Help him with his powers and help him fight the void.”

Bucky waited with bated breath, he weren’t even sure if the person on the other side of the line would even pick up for him.

“Hi, Bucky.” He let out a sigh of relief hearing your voice. “What’s the matter?”

Bucky tried to break the ice with a laugh “Why do you always think I call when there’s a problem?” The silence on the other side confirmed that you didn’t find it funny, and that you knew him better than that. “Okay, I do have a problem.” You let him ramble on as you made your way through the house before making your way out to the back porch and sitting in the garden.

“So you see, he doesn’t know how to fully control his powers.” Bucky was finally wrapping up after almost an hour. “Please can you help?”

You sighed, it was carried with the wind that danced through your hair. “What makes you so sure I can?”

“Because you’re the best.” You let out a snort of laughter, warning him that flattery wouldn’t get him anywhere with you. “I’m serious Y/N. You can control your own, teach him to control his too.” He was beyond the point of acting brave with you, now he was begging.

“I’ll try.”

With that, Bucky had packed a bag for Bob and practically forced him to the car.

“W-where are we going?” He asked in a small voice, practically curled up in the passenger seat.

“Old friend of mine. She’ll help you. I know you haven’t been feeling your best recently.” The city soon disappeared behind them and was replaced with white sands and blue sea, pops of bright blooms every now and then. Bob stepped out of the car and looked at the fairytale-esque cottage that was before him. White shutters and sage green slats, pots and window-beds bursting with flowers as far as he could see with the sea in the distance. With someone waiting for him on the porch. He felt his shoulders lightening already.

“Hi Buck,” you walked towards them and greeted your ally with a smile and a hug. “You must be Robert. I’m Y/N, Y/N Maximoff.” You shook his hand, feeling a tingling up your arm before pulling away. “You should come in, I made tea.”

The two men sat as you poured “Why am I here?” You sent Bucky a glance before sitting across from Bob who looked petrified of his own shadow.

“You’re here because she can help you with your…void.” Bucky tried to choose his words carefully, they were still painful enough for a tear to slip from his eye and down his cheek.

Bob turned to you. “What makes you think you can help? How can you help me?”

You sighed, looking at your fingertips and feeling shame. “Because I’ve felt the same. I’ve been in your shoes.”

This lust is a burden that we both share

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer

Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Bob was settling, not quite settled. He spent most of the last 48 hours in your house with your cat on the back porch, he hadn’t ventured further into the garden, happily hiding in the shade. You walked past him struggling with your wash basket. He quickly stood up and took it from you. “Thank you, Robert.” You smiled and walked forward, Bob saw his tiptoes reach the line between the light and the dark. “The sunshine will do you the world of good.” You assured from the lawn that was framed with flower, fruit, and vegetable patches. “Won’t hurt you, and if it does I’ll fly up and punch the sun.”

Bob laughed. Really belted out a loud carefree chuckle. You felt the sun burn brighter when he did. “What you gonna use that broomstick on your porch?” He asked, stepping out into the light for the first time in what felt like years.

But around you, he felt like he had never left it.

You playfully shrugged, a smirk on your face. “Never know, I just might.” Bob handed you clothing and you hung it on the line, creating a rhythm. A smile never left his face the entire time. “Why don’t you pick something from the beds over there and I’ll work my magic and make something for dinner from it.” Bob looked elated and as soon as the washing was done he ran over to the beds. You smiled to yourself as you grabbed him a basket.

Bob picked a mixture of fruit and vegetables from your garden, placing them in the kitchen and you got to work. “What can I do to help?” He asked. You motioned him over to the sink to help you wash the produce. Your hands brushed against another, catching each other’s eyes every so often. “It’s really pretty,” Bob said, looking directly at you before he realised he was staring, quickly adding “Your house! Of course…” and looked of the window in front that had views of the garden and the beach. “I feel better already. Hard to believe anyone would be unhappy here.”

“I was.” You quietly admitted, sending him a tight smile. “Let’s finish dinner, I have some dough in the fridge for us to make pizza. We can use the raspberries for dessert.” You grabbed what you needed and he stood on one side of the counter while you stood at the other.

Bob remained quiet. Unsure whether to further question your admission. “How do you know Bucky?” He asked instead.

“Bucky and I had a group of friends…uh, my sister actually was good friends with his best friend, Steve.” The names of your past almost made your voice crack. “We’ve always supported and been there for each other. When he told me about you, how you once felt and how you’re recently feeling, I wanted to help you, Robert.”

“Bob,” he quickly interjected “You can call me Bob, please.” He finished off topping his pizza. “And thank you for trying to help me.”

You insisted it wasn’t a problem. He internally insisted that he was.

You placed them in the oven, the gentle meowing from your cat caught Bob’s attention and he crouched to scratch behind its ears. With a swift movement of your hand, the table was set. “Shouldn’t be too long.” Bob stood back up.

“Wow! How did you do that so quickly?” He asked in amazement.

You blinked. “Did he not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“I’m gonna kill him.” You groaned out and sat Bob down. “I’m not going to beat around the bush here. Bucky should have told you, the reason I can help you is because…well, I’m a witch.” Bob laughed in disbelief, thinking you were all trying to cheer him up by playing an elaborate prank, the broomstick, the cat. You raised a brow and in a glow that manifested out of no where, the same basket from earlier that was left outside was suddenly on his lap. Bob laughed again, laughed, and laughed, and laughed, fizzing out as he fainted and fell off his chair. “Oh god!”

Hours later, Bob came to. Water and his pizza that was still warm by a table next to him. He sat up and took a bite, almost floored again by your work. “Boy, I guess she really is magic.”

It was the next morning you saw Bob, somewhere in between making breakfast and screaming at Bucky over the phone. “How are you feeling? The raspberry tea will help you.” You sighed “Sorry you had to find out like that.” Bob nodded, tentatively moving forward with tears welling in his eyes from just how much you cared about him.

“Whatever it is you need to do,” he said, suddenly speaking up. “Whatever you need to do to help me control my darkness. Do it. I can’t let it take hold of me. It will kill me. I can’t live like this any longer. Please, just do it. Y/N.”

There's darkness in the distance

From the way that I've been livin'

But I know I can't resist it

You sat with him out on the porch that same night, the two of you wanting the sun set. “You know it won’t be easy.” You said, trying to manage his expectations.

“I know, I’ll do my best.” You saw him shivering, from nerves and the chill starting to linger in the air. You flicked your finger and a blanket suddenly shroud you both. He sent you a silent smile in thanks. That was before he delved deeper. “What did you mean when you said you were unhappy here?”

You looking at him through your eyelashes and wondered if hearing stories of your own struggles, he’d be more likely to embrace your help. “I isolated myself here. It was pretty selfish of me but I just had to be alone, fight my demons. I had a brother too, he died, that further darkened my spirt along with everything else I had endured. Then with my sister, one thing after another before she too…” Bob’s hand found yours between your bodies and the blanket. You choked on a sob “I failed her. When she needed me most.”

Bob was meeting your darkness for the first time, his own heart shattering at the sight of you breaking apart on the back porch. You wiped away your tears, sniffling as tried to comfort you by gently rubbing his hand on your back and soothing you with his words. “It’s okay. You cared. You loved her. I can feel that you love and care, so much. Even now. You did the right thing caring and loving yourself first, if you hadn’t, how could you give that to her?”

He didn’t think twice before resting his forehead to yours. Your eyes were shut at the time to stop your tears, suddenly opening at the contact of his head to yours. Bobs eyes did the opposite and shut, suddenly finding a glimmer of light in his darkened world. “Thank you for listening to me.” You pulled back and looked at the moon that was rising above the water.

“Thank you for taking care of yourself. Thank you for taking care of me.” Bob remained close to you and spoke lowly, almost as if he didn’t want the void to hear. “Memory is punishment. It knows that.”

Your stomach sank at his words knowing what you’d have to do. What he would have to do. Confront his fears and his darkness head on. You’d held his navigate that world and help him control it. With one swift blow of a comment, you told him what needed to happen.

“I’ll have to meet your void.”

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

You and I drink the poison from the same vine

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight

Bob was reluctant to say the very least. You gave him some time to mull it over. He tossed and turned that night in bed over the ‘what ifs’.

He was up early the next morning with the rising sun, his broken sleep allowing him to see it. Bob made his way quietly downstairs, trying his best not to wake you from the sound his feet made on the creaky stairs. He noticed you sitting on the back porch, the sun heating the air around you as it started shining on the earth again. He was convinced that when you rose, it did too.

You were in your own head that you didn’t hear him. Focusing only on the sounds of the sea crashing and birds tweeting. And talking to the cat as you often did, it responded like it understood you. It made him smile. It made him feel like he was Bob again. It made him feel like he could blissfully live the rest of his life here with you, every morning he’d be making you pancakes and you’d be outside on the porch waiting for him like what was happening now.

He almost burnt the pancakes he was making you as a ‘thanks’ at the thought of it. At the thought of you. How close he was starting to feel with you. How much you felt like home.

“Something smells good,” you appeared out of nowhere and handed him a cup of coffee that magically appeared out of nowhere before he remembered that it likely did magically appear. “Looks amazing,” you said approaching him and resting right beside his arm, Bob suddenly feeling more heat from that contact than the skillet. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to,” he turned his head, his nose practically bumping against your forehead. “I wanted to because I think we should start tonight.” Your hand gripped his forearm, as if to ask if he was sure and protect him from his messy world at the same time. “It’s time. I feel ready.”

You decided to make the day fun for him. Because what he would experience tonight and the next attempts would be as close as he would get to hell.

You went to the beach which was just a step away from the bottom of your garden. The two of you dipping your toes in the cold sea and playfully splashing one another before you made him lunch and sat on a blanket in the garden together. You chased each other between the linen scented washing on the line and crashed into one another, falling to the grass with a laugh.

If only your powers kept the sun in the sky a little longer, it would mean you wouldn’t have to cause him any suffering. But you knew that wouldn’t be fair in fighting his void.

Your smile faltered a little, finally realising how close you were to him. His laughter caught in his throat feeling your breath fan across his face as he remained in the same spot with your limbs intertwined and his arms around your frame.

That was a chill became present in the air, you looked up and saw the sun starting to set. The golden glow that kissed his face dimmed and vanished. It was time.

You pressed your forehead to his “I’m sorry it has to be this way.”

From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight

From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

The smell of jasmine and lilac filled the air as twilight settled into the cracks of your home.

You had made him dinner, laughed at some stories of your childhood between the candlelight before you told him you were going upstairs. Upon reaching your room, you grabbed what you needed. Your cat on your bed “He’s going to need us more than ever,” you rubbed behind its ears, softly sighing as it meowed a response. “We’ll take care of him.” Meowing again your features quirked. “It’s not like that between us. Shut up.”

You made your way to the bathroom and filled the tub, lighting candles and scattering protective elements around the room before a flick of your hand turned off the lights.

“This looks more romantic than terrifying,” Bob chuckled from the door frame making you jump and your cheeks flush at his comment.

“It does give that impression, huh,” You nervously laughed. “This helps my powers too, but it’ll also protect you.” Bob looked at the bath and raised a brow at you. “It’s the best way, you can keep your clothes on.” You clarified with wide eyes just before he started to take off his t-shirt. “You’ll be fully submerged for seconds but I’ll be able to have a lot longer on the other side.”

Bob blinked, staggering back a little “We-we’re going to die?!” His voice tight and quiet.

“No! No! No!” You assured. “I’m going to meet your void, that other side! It will be a plane between this world and another.” You explained and held onto his forearms “I know it’s scary, confusing and pretty much incomprehensible but please, trust me, Bob.”

“I trust you.”

He got into the bath, you rested on your knees beside the tub. “The second I sense trouble I’ll pull us out.” You assured and then with a gentle dunk, Bob was under the water with your hands on his chest and forehead. You chanted softly with shut eyes as you felt your power being pulled in all directions, eyes fluttering shut and opening in a different room. It was four grey walls, a floor that matched, a ceiling you couldn’t see the end of and a seat in front of you.

“So he’s imprisoned you too. Like he did with me- or rather trying to. The walls have been expanding.”

“I’m not a prisoner here. I came here. I came here to help him.” You kneeled up, your hands dripping wet with a familiar scorched look at the fingertips again, one that you took years to ensure it was gone. “Are you not even going to give me the decency to stand in front of me? Show me who you are?” You asked to the never ending void above you. You saw floating feet first as a shadowy figure hovered down, looking over you and not anywhere near the floor.

“You already know me. I’m him.” You sensed that was true, his form perfectly symmetrical to Bob. “Why aren’t you vanishing…?” It asked, sounding confused.

“I don’t know. Maybe you want me here.” It laughed, holding out its hand and then its smile faltering and arm shaking from some unknown force. You remained standing in place. “Is this you trying…?” You deadpanned.

“What makes you different?” It pondered loudly before making a noise that sounded pleased with itself for figuring it out. “Your past.” It came closer to you “I need to know. I want to know.” You glanced behind your shoulder, eyes widening in surprise when you saw the bath there with Bob still under the water. Its hand remained outreached, fingers tense and twitching as it came closer. You stumbled back, hitting against the bath, your hand trying to save you from falling but you instead fell into the water.

Bob let out a loud gasp as he came up for air, you were still kneeling by the bath with your hands against him. They quickly moved to hug him tightly. “Shhh, you’re okay. It’s okay.” His soaking wet body was draped over yours, it reached a point where you wondered would he ever pull back from the hug. “Let’s get you out before you catch a cold.” You told Bob between the echoing drips falling from his arms and also from his eyes. You helped him out, his legs wobbling a little as you brought a towel around his shoulders, gently drying him and his tears before leaving him to finish off and setting up his bed with his pyjamas waiting for him at the bottom of the covers.

You went and changed into your pyjamas your own room, your top soaked through. Your fingers were still tingling, you were eager to go back and try and find out more but you knew this was something Bob had to take at his own pace.

Tellin' myself it's the last time

Can you spare any mercy that you might find

If I'm down on my knees again?

You padded across the carpet before peaking into what was now his room, Bob was there tucked up under the covers and looking at the ceiling. “Hey,” you slowly opened the door with a mug in your hand, his eyes moved to look over at you coming in. “I made you some hot cocoa with lavender, it will help you sleep.” Bob was thankful it was dark, his eyes welling at just how much you cared about him. He had never had someone like you in his life, he never felt truly cared for until he walked through your door. You placed it down on the sideboard and sat beside them on the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“I was worried it would hurt you.” He lowly confessed.

You softly smiled at his concern “I would have been okay. We had a brief talk, we can try again when you’re ready.” You watched as he drank the cocoa, a little extra magic added to help him sleep in peace. “I should let you get to sleep.” You tired to stand by his hand on top of yours pulled you back to the bed. You looked at the two tangled together and then to Bob.

“Can you stay? It gets so lonely in the dark.” He asked in such a small voice that it almost sounded like he was asking out of shame and guilt.

You don’t know what compelled you to do it but you cupped his face with a reassuring smile, the contact giving you a spark in your heart. “I know it does. I’ll stay.” With a large grin he pulled back the covers, silently inviting you in.

“The cat usually comes and sleeps at the end of the bed, not that I mind.” He explained as you both now settled in a very confined shared space.

You sent him a side-eyed glance. “Uh…I may have asked it to.” A moment of silence passed before Bob burst into a fit of giggles, you joined in. His tears turning into ones of joy. “What?! I just wanted to make sure you had company.”

The two of you were lying on your backs after your laughter subsided. “I thought witches were supposed to have black cats?”

“That’s a myth. Like most things regarding witches.” You replied. “Some thing’s though I am a walking cliché- I’m afraid you’ve noticed already.” Bob chuckled again.

“When did you realise you were one?” He asked.

You let out a deep sigh. “Lots of soul searching. Lots of coming to terms. Lots of trying to love myself. Lots of practice.” You explained, turning your face to look at his and suddenly realising how small your guest room bed was.

“So can you fly?”

“I can.”

“Cool. So can I.”

“Wait…what?”

Bob chortled “Bucky didn’t tell you about Sentry?”

“No, he did. He didn’t tell me you could fly though. We’ll have a lesson in that too.” You said “Right after I kick his ass,” you grumbled under your breath.

“Good because back at the watchtower I went through the ceiling after I sneezed too strongly.” He sleepily giggled and you bit down your lip to contain your laughter. He was dipping in and out of consciousness, the magic taking hold. “Oh,” he yawned “You could have kept me company if you wanted to…I would…woulda said y-y…yeah.”

You blinked at his tired comment and watch as he fell into a deep sleep. You watched as his face twitched every so often throughout the hour or so you lay in the bed beside him. His lips twitching into a smile that put one on your own. That’s when you realised that you had been staring at them for the longest time. You closed your eyes, trying to get some sleep, but the only thing you could think of was him.

Deep down, way down, Lord, I try

Try to follow your light, but it's night time

Please, don't leave me in the end

The next morning the streams of sunlight kissed your face, your eyes opened and you found Bob’s face inches away from your own with your limbs tanged together. He was already awake “Morning,” his cracking, sleep laced words filling the room.

“Good morning”, you hazily replied, none of you moving from the spots you were in.

Bob softly smiled, his hand now coming up to brush away some hair that was sprayed over your face. “Sorry for staring, I just can’t look away.” His admission made you swallow hard and you knew he saw your eyes darting back and forth from his eyes to his lips. “You’re so beautiful, every part of you.” He slowly shifted closer and you moved to meet him in the middle, your lips meeting first.

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling back. You both battled for the largest grin, Bob’s much larger when you rolled on top of him and passionately kissed him back. He softly moaned against your lips, his hand roaming up your sides and slipping under your top, sparks with each touch followed. You breathed out his name, he responded by murmuring yours against your skin. He flipped you onto your back, his mouth crashing against yours. “Bob…” you smiled against his lips.

His hands toyed with the hem of your pyjama bottoms. “Can I?” He asked between kisses. You didn’t know how many times you said yes, but by the time you stopped you were both laying on each other in a naked panting mess. Bob pressed a long, lazy, blissful kiss to your temple, hugging you to keep you close. “When I’m with you I forget I have my void.”

The mention of his other self made you subconsciously hold him closer, if that minuscule move would protect him. “I’m glad you feel that way. Let me make you breakfast, Bob.” You pecked his lips before moving from the bed and hearing a whistle as he checked out your body in the sunlight. “Oh hush you!” With a flick of your flustered hand you had a robe wrapped around you in a flash.

He met you downstairs when he changed, watching you from as you made him eggs, music playing from the corner of the room. Bob watched as you swayed from side to side. “Didn’t realise I was staying with a dancing witch…” he teased before hugging you from behind and peppering kisses up the side of your neck.

You laughed from his comment and the gentle tickling sensation. “Oh I don’t dance much! Never had anyone to dance with.” You flippantly admitted.

Bob stepped back and you turned around, his hand reaching out. “You have me now.” You turned down the stove and let him take lead. Waltzing together in the kitchen, your bodies close against each other as he hummed the song into your ear. It was the closest Bob felt to being completely and utterly happy. Suddenly you felt the two of you floating- and not just metaphorically.

You looked down and gasped seeing both of you levitating off the floor. Bob let out a low droned ‘Oh’ as you both lowered each other. “I think I know how we can control your powers…” you whispered out. “If we control them, we can control your void.” The look of relief that washed over his face made your heart practically burst with happiness at the sight.

After that morning, you both quickly fell into a very domesticated life. Bob watched as you got up each morning after spending your waking moments with him, then onto feeding the birds, in his eyes, looking like a goddamn Disney princess or something along those lines. He picked you flowers every other day, just because. You practiced various techniques to hone his skills. He kissed you goodnight.

It was almost a week since you had met his void.

You were at dinner, a cozy date night at home again with him amongst the candles. “I think you should go back again.” He said out of the blue, almost making you drop your glass. He noticed your panicked expression, even when you were trying your best to hide it.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

You nodded with a tight smile.

“I’ll visit tonight.”

There's darkness in the distance

I'm beggin' for forgiveness (ooh)

But I know I might resist it, oh

Your setup was virtually complete when Bob reached the bathroom, he listened as you spoke out to nothing in a language he couldn’t decipher. “Ready?” He asked and you nodded, you found it funny in a terrifying way that he was more ready than you.

He got into the bath, giving you a long kiss before plunging himself under the water, your hands on his chest and forehead again. Your eyes opened in a room that was becoming more familiar to you. The same four grey walls, the floor that matched, and the ceiling you couldn’t see the end of. The seat in front of you still wasn’t occupied.

“Back again?” It asked and you walked forward, hands scorched and dripping wet.

You looked up, the void slowly drifting down. “Couldn’t resist,” you sarcastically snapped back at it, ready to end Bob’s suffering once and for all. The void finally saw your scorched fingertips. A haunted memory of your past. It didn’t quite let out a noise that sounded like a chuckle at the sight. You weren’t entirely sure of the sound at all.

“You’re far too powerful for me to fight, you know this already.” It admitted.

You smirked. “I am a Maximoff after all.” A chair manifested for you and the void bobbed its head in shocked curiosity. “So sit.”

It quickly compiled, you sat facing it, leaning forward as if you were scolding a petulant child. “All this anger and sadness was once love.” You told it and its head slowly fell to the floor.

“I can’t remember it ever feeling like that…”

Its voice was echoed, you turned around and saw Bob standing there out of the bathtub, dry as a desert. You smiled and a seat appeared next to you. “Sit with us,” you encouraged. Bob and his void glared at each other and you sharply sighed. “You can’t leave each other, but you can’t fight each other. You must learn to live in harmony.”

“I’ve tried.” Bob admitted, twiddling with this thumbs.

“Not hard enough. You could have done so much better,” his void replied.

“Enough,” you warned, your golden glow turning a shade of red.

The void was just as intrigued as Bob. “You’ve met me, what about your own void?” It asked, Bob remained quiet.

“My void is my past.” You simply stated. “I’ve done things I’m not proud of, and I did things that I am proud of.” The void would have latched onto something like this, slowly manipulate you into oblivion but instead it didn’t feel the compelling need to do that to you. It felt a compelling need to comfort you.

“Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?”

You looked up, blinking at its words.

“It’s right, I don’t think how realise how strong and how wonderful you are.” Bob’s hand held one of your own while the void held the other. The two then eventually looking at each other.

“I think you and I can come to some sort of arrangement.” The void said and Bob nodded in agreement.

“I agree, if not for ourselves, for you, Y/N.” Bob leaned forward and kissed your cheek. “I’ll see you on the other side,” he spoke to you before then looking to his void with a small smile. Bob got back into the bathtub and you prepared to be pulled out from whatever existence you were in.

Just as you were about to go, the void pulled you back towards it.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

You and I drink the poison from the same vine

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight

“How can you love the worst part of yourself..?” It asked itself a rhetorical, self-reflective question. You cupped its cheek, forcing it to look at you as it rambled on. “How can you endure the worst part of me?” You saw the glimmer of Bob in there, a part of him bounded to his void for eternity. Just like the void was bound to the Bob you knew outside this realm.

“I love all of you. Good and the bad.”

The void released a noise that was between a sniffle and a bubble of laughter. “He gets less lonely every day…I feel the same. I looked forward to the hope of you visiting again.” Its admission made you smile. “Since I’ll be here, I’d like it if you continued to visit.”

You nodded. “I’d like to as well. You’re just another part of Bob I’ve come to love. I’ll visit you when he sleeps, keep you company.” You pecked its cheek before turning away.

“Thank you.” It called out.

“You’re welcome, Bob.”

It did laugh that tone. “Feels strange being called that. I’ve always been known as a void, a darkness, a burden…”

“You’re none of those things, you’re my Bob,” you looked at your sweet boy in the bathtub “Well a part of him at least.”

“Wait…you said love. You said it twice.” Its voice now almost as bright as the sun.

You smirked, hands ready to be placed back into the water.

“I know what I said.”

From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight

From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

“Don’t give me that attitude, Alpine. I’ll make you live with Bucky- again!” You yelled at the cat, emotions running high as Bucky and the team were coming to see him after his six month stay- that has evolved into a permanent one- with you.

“Hey, everything’s going to be great. Better than great,” he kissed your forehead, your nose and then lips. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you sweetly smiled before hearing a car pull up. “That’s them.”

You and Bob walked out to your front porch, your garden even in late August still blooming thanks to your ‘green fingers’. “Hey guys!” Bob smiled from ear to ear as he made his way down the path to hug each of his teammates. Bucky approached you and wrapped his arms around you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said as you hugged him back. “You’ve really worked your magic with him- pun intended.” You chuckled “But seriously, he’s like a different person!”

“We both are,” you affectionately smiled at Bob as he caught up with the team. “C’mon we made you guys lunch, it’s out in the garden.”

You greeted and briefly met everyone through the halls of the home you shared with Bob. Bucky looked at the photos on the wall, smiling seeing you and your older twin siblings in one, you and Wanda in another, you with Steve and Sam laughing in a dive bar. He then saw a photo of you with Bob, then another, then another two, then one with you Bob and Alpine. He let out a ‘huh’ under his breath before stopping and walking back a few steps to see the photo of you and Bob kissing out on the beach at the back of your house. “Oh.”

Everyone watched in amazement as you and Bob magically moved things through the air to finish off setting the table. “Help yourselves guys!” They were almost too stunned at the sight of effortless magic and the bending of elements to speak.

“Do you feel better, Bob?” Yelena asked as the team slowly sat down, Bucky joining them moments later.

“Much better, and only better days to come.” Bob smiled at you as he took your hand and gently squeezed it in a patch of shade enveloping your hands. Like the void was also giving your hand a loving squeeze too.

Bucky cleared his throat “Are you two…together?” He asked as food was being passed about. Suddenly it stopped and everyone turned to you both.

You were stood while Bob was sat, your fingers wrapped over his shoulder. This was Bucky, your longest friend- you knew you couldn’t get away with not telling him the truth. You also knew how much Bob respected the team, how much he held them in his heart. It wouldn’t have been fair to any of them to withhold.

“Well, we are a little more than that now…”

Bucky’s eyes went wide as yours and Bobs fingers brushed against your stomach. Alexei and Yelena rose to their feet gasping before cheering.

After the celebrations, Bucky had a moment with the both of you. “Congratulations you two, you’ll be great parents. I can already tell how much you guys devote each other.” You and Bob giddily smiled, he pressed a kiss to your temple. “But Y/N, don’t twins run in the family?”

Bob laughed, and laughed, and laughed , and then it fizzled out before he collapsed to the ground.

“Oh god not again!”

You and I drink the poison from the same vine

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight

“Hey! Don’t you throw her too high! I’ll hex you.” Soft, bubbly giggles filled the air.

“C’mon! This is why I’m the fun one,” you sent Bob a playful glare and he softly rolled his eyes with a smile in his face. “Alright…mom wins this time doesn’t she.” He peppered kisses on the cheeks of his daughter before you passed him his son and he ensured he wasn’t left out, the sunshine’s of his life. The one that shone on him first now in the kitchen preparing dinner and swaying to the music playing in the corner.

He smiled at the sight and then at his children. “Let’s get you guys inside, help mom. Although she’s always so great,” he confessed to the three month year olds who didn’t understand a word he was saying. “She’s pretty magic.”

Later that evening the two of you were in bed, the smell of the lavender hot cocoa which became part of his bedtime routine lingered in the air. Bob fell into a deep sleep and you reached out, latching onto his fingertip and squeezing your eyes shut.

“Hi, my love,” you smiled at the void Bob. That once cold, concrete coloured room now bright and bursting with parts of both you Bob and your children. “How was your day?”

“Always better for being with you, Bob.”

From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight

From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

[globaloppaaa]

Can you please write a taesan fluff or riki fluff

soft moments w taesan

ft. han dongmin

did you u know taesan is my ult or smth… 🙂‍↔️ bc the ideas i have for him are BREWING non-stop… but here are just a few and i hope it

warnings: nun but a butt slap.. if you squint. lowercase is intentional.

- taesan actually LOVES watching the little things everyone does. he finds people’s quirks and natural movements so interesting. don’t be surprised if you catch him mimicking your little smirk after a clever joke, or puffing his cheeks out when he’s frustrated after eyeing the way you do it too.

- man’s a biter fs. his form of affection is most definitely aggression and it shows. you two could be sitting on the couch enjoying your afternoon together, but as soon as he glances over, eyeing your sleepy face pressed against his chest it’s like his love meter bursts and he can’t control it. if you feel a sharp pain on your shoulder at any point in the day, don’t pay it any mind :)

- he makes that little bite sound everytime he does it too. (“OMN!”)

- going back to how he lovesss observing others, he’s such a people watcher and it genuinely brings him joy to see his favorite people carry out daily activities. you could be doing any kind of normal chore, but to him it’s the way you carry each task out; blowing a hair off your temple, playing with your fingers while you wait for the microwave to finish, the way your cheeks puff when you’re thinking. it brings him so much delight.

- not very fluffy of him but… he’s a butt slapper. that ass is just too good not to hit 😔🤚🏼. BUTTT he almost always does it out of encouragement and support. just a lil tap, nothing to make you uncomfortable. he wants to keep the mood up but would never want you to feel like you were anything less than someone he respects. (i mean… he slaps the members butts like all the time… so it’s really just him taking out his obsession on the right person??)

- taesan sleeps so much. it’s borderlining an issue atp. but he never can unless you’re around. he gets this feeling of comfort and relief when he’s near you, something he doesn’t feel with anyone else. he’ll wrap you up in his arms and nuzzle his nose to your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss before he drifts off peacefully. somehow you're just what he needs to calm his anxieties down every time.

- he is up in people's business all the time. not in an annoying way though, he really is super friendly! but speaking is sorta a big challenge for him lol. grocery shopping? hes looking at your list with his chin perched on your shoulder. in the car? his hand is always pulling yours to the gear shift. you’re such a safe space for him, poor guy just can’t let go of you.

- something small i’ve noticed about him is that he likes to smile after every conversation? hes always wearing a little grin on his face, its almost childlike. he’s always seeing the positive in every conversation. and when he’s around you, taesan finds himself smiling just a little bit bigger.

- a physical affection FIEND. man is always looking for a way to wrap his arms around you. and once he's got you in his hold well... i hope your schedules free for the rest of the day because he will not be letting you go :)

globaloppaaa© do not copy, modify, or repost my work without consent and permission

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would you pretty please do "you can't fool me" with sirius? maybe he had a nightmare? please?

only because you asked so nicely<33

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i will ARGUE for prompt 1 "you can't fool me" with sirius black

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: implied past trauma, post-nightmare, established relationship

wc: 0.8k

Sirius' breathing was always different after a nightmare.

He didn't hyperventilate like one might expect he would, he didn't gasp for breath like his lungs were too small. Instead, he breathed in shortly, acutely, through his teeth and not enough, as if he was rationing air. Small breaths that rattled him more than they should as he did his best to remain entirely still.

You, James and Remus gave him grief as often as possible about how unruly he would be in his sleep now, arms and legs everywhere, but you knew that was a good thing. A learnt thing. A matter of safety.

It was when Sirius reverted back to his old ways and became still as a statue that you knew he was aching. It pained you to see – and now that you've gotten used to him taking up space, it was his stillness that woke you above all else.

"Siri? Baby?"

His back was to you, on the very edge of the bed despite there being a large amount of space for him to bask in. You could see his ribs moving rhythmically, shaking but quick and with too long in between. 

He didn't respond, but his shoulders tensed, informing you he had heard you. It was as if you could hear his thoughts in your own head, begging you, willing you to go back to sleep.

I’m alright, doll. Please fall asleep again.

You were not one for carrying out disservices to the man you love. 

Gently as to not startle him, but loudly enough to not sneak up on him, you sat up in the bed, letting the duvet pool around your stomach. You shimmied over to him so you sat with your thigh pressed to his back and a hand resting on his stomach, looking down onto the side of his face. 

Sirius’ eyes were pressed shut, skin wrinkling from the force of it. The ragged, controlled breathing continued.

“My lovely boy,” you whispered, barely a sound. Your hand dragged up and down his side in the way you knew usually helps. Just enough force to ground him. 

Sirius made a sound you think was supposed to be a dismissive huff, but his vocal chords were too tense and lungs too empty for it to become more than a quiet grunt. You sunk further down beside him, propped up on your elbow as you carefully carded your fingers through his dark curls, wild and matted with sleep.

“I’m alright,” he eventually forced out, voice hoarse. His eyes were still squeezed shut, body still turned away from you – but he was leaning into the touch of your hands, the first step. 

“You can’t fool me, love.”

No judgements, no harshness. You just tried to be a soft figure for him to fall into when ready.

Sirius’ lips tugged up into a small sad smile. They were still twitching somewhat, as if protesting him asserting control over his body again after fear’s coup d'État, but the smile remained. 

“I know.” He leaned back into your chest, turning his head ever so slightly so he could open his eyes into tiny slits and look at your sleep-riddled face. “I still try.”

You welcomed his gaze with a much more assured, wide smile. You dared drop your chin the few centimetres to press a kiss to his forehead as you hummed in confirmation. “You can keep trying if you’d like, but I won’t go away.”

Your last words seemed to strike a chord as Sirius hand shot from being tucked beneath his body to find your own. “Please don’t,” he said, hurried while quiet. “Never. That’s not what I actually want.”

Maintaining your calm energy, you kept pressing kisses around his face. “I won’t, I promise. I won’t. I know what you want and need. I can see it on you, sweetheart. Even if you were to ask me, I wouldn’t leave.” 

Sirius’ eyes were wide open now, round as ever. He blinked one more time before finally heaving a huge sigh, his lungs seemingly crying from relief. Your fingers dutifully stayed in his hair as he turned around to face you, body naturally curling up against your own.

“You’re too good to me.” He whispered in greeting, burying his face into your bare neck. “Too good.” His words were slurred by the twitching of his lips and now the closeness to his skin, but you felt them in their entirety.

It was odd how Sirius seemed to always mould perfectly against you, a harmonious presence even in his troubledness. 

“Not too good,” you murmured into his hair. “Just trying to be good enough.”

Sirius pulled back a little to gaze fondly up at you. “Now who’s fooling who?”

When you kissed him with your smile, you could feel him breathing a bit more normally against you.

[thehydraethereal]

ALL I SEE IS 'RED LIGHTS'

》[summary] You are shown the effects of what happens if you cross your boyfriend's line.

》[word count]: 1k (I'm shoked lol it's so short but long for me)

》[warnings]: Not proofread. This work contains dark themes and elements such as abusive relationships; heavy violence and implied homicide; obsessive behavior, mental issues; abuse; mentions of abduction and drugging; and more. This is dark, so if these warnings trigger you, do not interact. MNDI, for your own safety. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

》[note] : Thank you for reading and reblogging. Visit my masterlist and check out my warnings. Asks and new requests are always appreciated. ughhh, this is...concerning. also, for my soulmate in the district of dark art @highonmarvel. დ and a lil' something to @stargirllanaa, if you want to read :((

“Pl-please…Rafe? Rafe, please, d-don’t l-leave me h-here-” you sobbed, struggling against your boyfriend’s rough hands that were trying to secure your wrists together. “Shut up! I need to think-” he hissed, tossing you on the iron floor of the ship. You knew the pogues had got on the boat and they were your only rescue before Rafe would get to take you to a foreign country where you won’t be able to leave him and no one will ever find you, but the problem was that Rafe knew that too. And he didn’t want his plan spoiled by his sister and her stupid “friends”. 

You cried harder when Rafe crouched down next to your shaky form and secured the scratchy rope with zip ties. His hair was falling into his eyes that were constantly darting from your wrists to your face. “Somebody help me-” you cried, your voice barely coming out audible from your aching throat, before Rafe slapped you hard across the face, your head meeting the wall of the tight room he was trying to put you in. “Can you just shut your fucking mouth or should I do it for you? Huh?,” Rafe growled, his heavy breath hitting your burning skin. You gave him a small nod before he got up, looking for something to use as a weapon against nothing else than his own sister and the other kids. “I-I’ll di-die down h-here, Rafe, I can’t…I can’t breathe-” you whispered, the hot and small place choking the hope out of you. Your ribs were met by the kick of his foot, and you bent your body even more to try to keep the pain out. “You should’ve thought about that before you decided to play the smart bitch, tryin’ to act like you could fuckin’ leave me.” Flashbacks of his hands dragging you by your hair to the car and drugging you with chloroform, all these just to get you on this boat made you nauseous all over again.

 When he finally found what he was looking for, he shot a last glance at your trembling form then he closed the door after him, leaving you in utter and complete darkness and pain.

The only thing that you could see was the constant flickering of a red light. You did not know what to do, you felt broken. But you had to try something, unless you wanted all your friends, the only people that really cared for you, dead at the hands of the man you alone decided to let in your life. You attempted to control your breathing and just focus.  Had Rafe locked the door? No, he didn't have a key, the ship was massive and there was no chance he had fully explored it. As you struggled to break free from the restraints, they were so tight that they caused your skin to tear.

Ignoring the pain, you searched with your fingertips for anything sharp that could help you escape. Your fingers came across a pointed object, causing an excited squeal to come past your lips. Sliding your wrists against the sharp edge, you eventually heard a slight noise and felt your hands become free.  Tears of relief welled up, ready to spill just as warm blood ran down your hands.

  As you stood up, your vision blurred from the sudden movement, almost causing you to fall again. Bracing yourself with your arms on the wall was efficient, and you managed to push the door open. You sobbed shakily, grateful for this little victory.

The happiness didn’t last because now you had to figure out a way to…find your friends, get off this fucking ship and make it out alive back to Kildare. 

Small droplets of sweat rolled down your forehead and you wiped your face with both of your hands, trying to smooth down your hair and keep it out of your eyes. You took a few small steps, looking around the unknown illuminated surroundings for any signs of Rafe or other men. 

A loud bang made you flinch so hard and you thought that, for a moment, your soul had leapt out of your body. Through the tears blurring your vision you saw your older brother, John B, on the dirty floor, coughing heavily and before you knew it, your terrified sight caught your boyfriend straddling him.

Rafe looked almost like a demon, his pupils so dilated his eyes were coal black, hair stuck to his wet face that was hit by the crimson lights, low growls erupting from his veiny neck. The gun in his hand was constantly hitting your brother’s face, slowly turning him into an unrecognisable bloodied creature.

You felt like your insides had been set on fire, and your feet carried you next to the two men. The tendons in your knees gave up on you, throwing you over your brother’s limp body. You did not care about Rafe anymore, you didn’t care if he’d kill you, you wanted to die right now. “Wh-what are you doing to me…?”, you whispered hoarsely, the pain becoming unbearable all of a sudden. Your ears stung, and your tears mixed with John B’s blood, dripping patiently on the iron floor. Your forehead fell on his chest, and his flimsy, yet comforting arm wrapped weakly around your lower back. Your fingers caressed his cheek, gathering the maroon liquid and tiny pieces of broken skin.

Then, Rafe’s agonizing grip fell on the back of your neck, pulling your sagging, delicate body up with his. If it weren’t for his thick bicep that had wrapped around your waist or his broad chest that was sustaining you from behind, you would have collapsed back, right next to your brother. “You are not leaving me.” Rafe snarled awfully calm in your ear, as if he didn’t just possibly murdered somebody. “Get that in your fuckin’ skull already.”

Your tears washed down the blood on your cheeks as you were being dragged further and further to the only one left in your family which was agonizingly consuming his last breaths and, as always, there was not a single thing you could do against Rafe Cameron. It always ended how he wanted.  

[giannaln4]

GIANNA'S KINKTOBER '24 SEASON

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Kinktober day seventeen.

Sub Lando (2.9k words)

summary: People would never take Lando as someone who surrenders control during sex, but they definitely don't know how good he can be for you when he does.

warnings: NSFW, +18, smut, MDNI, established relationship, sub!lando, oral (male receiving), thigh riding, unprotected sex, overstimulation, language. (pls let me know if there is anything else I should add!).

Lando liked being the one having some type of ‘control’ during sex. Not that he took over your entire body, but he was definitely in charge. This is why it took him by surprise when he realised how much he loved surrendering to you.

It happened gradually, but the first time you called him a ‘good boy’ something lit up inside of him.

"Do you like it when I call you a good boy?" You asked, still in a low and sexy voice but genuinely curious as your hips slowed down a bit.

He just nodded, not being able to get his words out, but you shot him a look that he knew what it meant. "Yes," he stammered. So from that moment on, you always tried new things with him, of course making sure he was totally okay with it. 

The stress of this season is really what encouraged him to let go a little, letting you take the moment and make of it whatever you wanted. That was the situation he found himself in at the moment.

In the middle of a heated kiss, your hands started travelling all the way down to his pants. His breath itched, so you pulled away for a second. “Is this okay?”

"Yes," he replied right away, making him seem a little desperate.

You left a trail of wet kisses leading to his neck, sucking his sweet spot and making him moan. "What do you say?" You asked. He didn’t say anything at first, but you repeated the question in a more demanding tone.

"Please," he finally replied in a shaky breath. Your hand continued to go down, your teeth now softly biting his thick neck. He closed his eyes for just a second, but the shuffling of the bed as you went under the covers to play with the hem of his sweatpants made him open them again, looking down as you disappeared. 

You started massaging him over the layers before sliding your hand under his briefs, and at that point he didn’t care about the noises he was making or how desperate and needy they sounded. "You're so pretty when you make those little noises, baby," you whispered.

He swallowed hard as he started to sweat everywhere, hands falling to his sides to fist the sheets. He needed you to do something, and the fact that you were taking your sweet time was killing him, but not so deep down, he loved it.

Finally, you instructed him to lift his hips for you, getting rid of his bottom clothes and making his needy cock stand before you. You smiled at how quick you got him to that as you kicked the covers so he could see what you were doing to him.

You decided to tease him a bit longer, so you admired his cock that was just a few centimetres away from your face, rubbing your thumb over his tip as you watched his eyes widen. He breathed a sigh at the contact, the pressure in his stomach releasing just the smallest bit at the relief. You didn’t break eye contact once; god, you loved to see the effect you had on him.

After just a moment, your hand gripped at his base; your cold hands against his hot skin caused a hiss to leave his mouth as you curled your small fingers around his thickness. You laid your cheek on his thigh, watching each pass of your own hand over his cock.

“Do you want me to take you?” You asked him, expecting an obvious answer from him, but you had to repeat the question when you didn’t hear a single word fall from his mouth. “Mhm, do you?”

“Yes, please,” he replied in a desperate tone, his hips almost betraying him, but he knew better than to get ahead of himself.

A smirk appeared on your face. You positioned yourself better between his legs, finding a more comfortable position as your mouth slowly approached his cock, the anticipation making him take in a breath and his grip on the sheets tighten. 

“Such a pretty cock, aching just for me,” you mused. He let out a shaky whimper. “Why don’t you take my hair instead? We don’t want it to get in the way, do we?”

He pathetically nodded, his hand immediately flying to your hair and making a ponytail with his fist. “Like this?” He asked, as if it were the very first time you were giving him head.

“Yes, baby, just like that.”

You took his base and your fingers barely connected around his cock, a sight that made him moan on its own. He was looking down at you with his eyes begging for more, his breath staining when he felt the spit you had collected in your mouth go down his thickness. You pressed your soft lips against his head, opening your mouth a little wider when you started to slide down his prick. 

A choked moan left his throat, every part of his body feeling heavy as his grip on your hair loosened a little. You took him out of your mouth to look up at him. “You have to keep my hair in place, remember?” He nodded his head, his mouth slightly open. “Good boy.”

You went back and took him again, hollowing your cheeks around him as your head bobbed painfully slowly. You repeated the motions a few more times but never fully pulled back, and he could feel your warm tongue at different spots and his precum glossing over your lips.

The entire time he was trying his best to stay in place; he knew he had to, but it seemed nearly impossible with how good you were making him feel. He let out a soft moan as your head continued to pump his base to meet with your lips, and as your pace began to quicken, the more desperate he was getting for a release.

It was taking everything in him not to beg you for more, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to try and calm his urges. Any other time, and if the roles were reversed, a tighter grip on your hair or a subtle push would have done it. He let out a long breath; he needed more, but he knew he had to be patient, but a particularly good suck made him involuntarily buck his hips up a bit. His eyes shot open as your hand lightly smacked the side of his thigh, warning him.

“Sorry, sorry, I- I’m sorry.”

You decided to let it pass and continued to take him, and he was repeating in his mind he had to be more careful, but it was hard with the sight of his cock disappearing between your lips and your spit coating in his cock.

He was thankful when you started to go faster and deeper; you were sucking and licking repeatedly, your tongue tracing the vein along his cock as the weight laid heavy in your mouth. The pressure in his stomach was tightening with each pass, letting both of you know he was close. 

He almost begged you to keep going, but the words ‘don’t stop’ got stuck in his throat, and a loud whimper replaced them. You had done that before, taking away the pleasure just moments before his release, but you weren’t planning on doing that today, not when he was being so good for you.

One of his hands fell over his thigh, his nails digging his skin every time he felt his tip brush the back of your throat. The feeling of your spit drooling down onto his balls was what pushed him over the edge, and there was nothing he could do about it but cum.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming," he moaned, and your thumb circling his thigh gave him the permission he was waiting for. It only took a couple more passes of your soft lips before he was shooting his release down your throat, his eyes screwing shut as his mouth repeated your name like a prayer.

You worked him through his orgasm, licking and swallowing everything he was giving you. Once you took all of it, you pulled back, the smallest lick of your pink tongue rolling over his head to collect the last drop of cum that was still there, making him squirm. Another chocked moan escaped his mouth when he saw a thin line of spit and cum that was connecting his cock and your lips before breaking and falling over your chin.

Your gaze was glassy, lips swollen, and hair a bit of a mess when you silently asked him to release it, but he swore that it was the most beautiful sight he had ever laid eyes on.

“Do you feel better, baby?” Your voice was as soft and innocent as ever, only adding to the filthy scene.

He swallowed hard before answering “yes.” 

You went on your knees as your hands rested on his thighs, softly squeezing them as you tried to read him. He already looked spent, but now it was your turn.

“Do you think you can take me?” You asked him as you quickly got rid of your clothes.

He didn’t even have to consider it, and even though he was still recovering from his orgasm, he nodded. He watched you climb on his lap, your dripping centre placed on his right thigh as you caught his lips in a deep kiss. He moaned at the taste on himself on your tongue, hands instinctively falling on your waist. 

You knew he was still sensitive, so why not give him a little more time to recover while you used other parts of him to get off? You started rolling your hips softly, your pussy getting in contact with his thigh.

His entire body tensed when he realised what you were doing, his jaw dropping as he threw his head back against the headboard, whiny pants coming out of his mouth while your lips were still hovering over his, unable to keep kissing him. Anyone would think he was getting some kind of pleasure at your actions, and if he was being completely honest, he was.

Your juices were starting to coat his thigh as he looked down at how your pussy was dragging along the surface. “Don’t want me to kiss you, pretty boy?” You teased him, making him look back at you and you could see him trying to speak, but no words came out of his mouth.

He got it together and continued kissing you, enjoying the way the bed was creaking at your movements as they got quicker. You weren’t actually planning on finishing on his thigh; you needed him inside you, and by the looks of his cock, that’s also what he needed, but you couldn't deny how much it turned you on to see him lose his mind at you using him to pleasure yourself.

You decided to keep it going for a little longer, pressing yourself down harder as he tensed it every once in a while. A moan escaped your lips, making him stammer a soft ‘fuck’ into your mouth. 

“Want me to ride you now? Do you wanna be inside of me?” You asked, pulling back as your fingers found the hem of his shirt to take it off, lifting your hips to hover over his cock once you threw it somewhere in the room.

“Yes, please,” he whimpered, and the loud moan that ringed in your ears when you grabbed his base to guide it to your entrance let you know he wouldn’t last long.

You lowered yourself, nails digging on his shoulders when you took him completely. “Be a good boy and play with my clit.” You whispered, eyes locked with his.

Not even a second later, one of his hands left your waist and made its way to your clit, his fingers rubbing hard circles as you started to bounce on him.

It was impresive, really. He never in a million years thought anyone would have him in the palm of their hands the way that you do, and yet there he was, following every instruction that left your lips, but he enjoyed every second of it. Your moans joined his when you found the perfect angle, his cock moving inside you just the way you needed it to.

You were wrapped around him just right, keeping him warm and wet as you picked up the pace. He could feel his tip kissing your cervix every time you came back down and he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting up, not once, but twice.

“I need you to be still for me. Can you do that, baby?” He swallowed hard, nodding as you kept going. His head fell back again, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. “You are being such a good boy. Look at how your pretty cock disappears inside me.”

He opened his eyes and looked down; his hand was covering part of the view, but he could still see it. You loved the look on his face more than anything else, eyebrows coming together any time you squeezed him.

It was hypnotic seeing you bounce on his cock as it disappeared and reappeared in your cunt. His eyes travelled up your body, his lower lip getting trapped between his fingers when he got to your boobs.

“Do you like what you see?” 

It took him a few seconds to answer, but he then looked at you and released his lip to reply. “Yes.”

“Take one.” And he did, as soon as you asked him. His hand fell on his favourite one, squeezing it slightly before playing with your nipple. 

He was proud when you moaned loudly and your grip on his shoulders tightened, your head falling back for just a moment, but you liked to keep your composure in these situations. You looked back at him, catching his lips in a kiss. 

He was a mess under you, sweat covering his body as his throat vibrated every time he was deep inside you, and as your movements began to quicken, he felt that familiar feeling starting to form.

Lando pulled back from your kiss, a loud moan leaving his lips. “Ah, fuck. I´m gonna cum,” the hand that was on your clit stummbled for a moment, his voice shaky and his whimpers getting more consistent.

“Hold it a bit longer, yeah?” You purred, ignoring his whines.

“Mhm, I can’t,” he cried, his legs trembling and his lower abdomen spasming.

“Yes, you can. I promise you can,” you reassured him, your hips moving more freverishly as you chased your own high. He was fighting back his orgasm for dear life, praying he could hold it long enough for you, but you just felt so good.

You knew he wouldn’t be able to do it; you could practically feel his cock twitching inside you, and the way your pussy would naturally clench around him, you knew would just bring him closer.

But he still tried — for at least a minute, that was. You felt his cock throb as he moaned, tossing his head back and a whimper escaping the back of his throat as he got to his second release.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he pleaded with teary eyes as his hips pushed up a little, but you didn’t mind anymore, you just let him get through his orgasm. 

“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” you said, rubbing one of his cheeks softly, but your movements didn’t slow down. Instead, you picked up your pace even more, the sticky liquid inside you only encouraging you to get your own orgasm.

You were well aware it was too much for him; he was at his second orgasm already, but you were proud of him for taking it like a champ. As you gripped his shoulders tighter for stability, your hips moved back and forth at an angle, and you were insanely grateful that he continued rubbing your clit through it all. 

You could feel it coming, so you started pressing down harder near your release to help his cock hit your g-spot every time as louder moans escaped your lips. “I’m almost there, baby,” you groaned, your clenching walls making him whine at how sensitive he was.

Then, when you couldn’t take it anymore, you came on Lando’s veiny cock. Walls fluttered and your back arched, making your head fall on the crook of his neck, which triggered a third orgasm out of him, even more cum painting your velvet insides as he cried, eyes shut the louder his moans got.

Once your orgasm was finished, you fell forward completely on his body as you lifted your hips to slip his cock out of your pussy, he was so sensitive and overwhelmed, and your contractions that were happening post-orgasm brought him slight pain. 

Your heavy breathing was matching his, your hand caressing his hair as you whispered sweet nothings to his ear.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you. You did so good for me, so so good,” you whispered as you pulled back to look at him, your lips kissing the tears that managed to escape from his eyes. 

He opened his eyes slowly, offering you a sweet smile to let you know he was okay. 

Once you both recovered, you got up and ran you both a warm bath to share before getting into some clean sheets and going to sleep after a long day.

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[strangesuki]

&team - period care pt 2 ♡ (maknae line) hyung line

how each member deals with/reacts to different period symptoms

pairing: bf!&team x afab!reader

genre: fluff, comfort, poor attempt at humour lol, little bit of angst in taki’s

warnings: cursing, mentions of nausea, period pain, mentions about food and eating problems but not ED related

w.c.: around 500-700 for each member

a/n: finally back with the part 2 i promised!! taki's turned out to be a little longer than the rest...okay maybe a lot lol (1k). but i didn't want it to be half-assed either so yeah.

posting this on my period.... where is my loving caring boyfriend 😞

🪐 yuma (fatigue)

it's one of those days where you really really do not want to step out of the house (more like the couch in the living room), much less do anything that requires any physical activity. which is not good, because you and yuma have a picnic planned for today at this cute little spot which requires a bit of walking and cycling to get there. and you are absolutely in no mood for that.

(more under the cut!)

at first you think about just sucking it up and getting it over with. but you'll probably be moody and grumpy the whole time and yuma deserves better than that. you would also like it if you could go when you would actually be able to enjoy it.

no other way around it then. you let out a long dramatic sigh and grab your phone to dial your boyfriend. he picks up on the second ring.

“yuma…”

“yes sweetie?!” he sounds so excited you feel doubly worse for what you're about to do.

you chew on the inside of your cheek. “okay, please don't be mad, but…”

“what? did you watch another episode of resident playbook without me again?”

“no! i was just wondering if we could... maybe postpone our picnic date and just stay in instead today?” there's a beat of silence.

“i am SO mad that i'm gonna come over with your favourite snacks and punish you with kisses all over your face before we watch the next episode of resident playbook together,”

you heave a sigh of relief. you knew he wouldn't really be mad – you had been more worried about disappointing him but the fact that he was being so chill about it eased your mind. “ugh, i love you. i'm sorry baby, i know you were really excited about today,”

“it’s okay. i know you were looking forward to it too so if you wanna postpone it there must be a reason. is everything okay? you sound a little off,”

if he were here, you would've kissed him for that.

“i just feel dead tired and don't feel like doing anything today. plus i couldn't get much sleep last night because i kept waking up to pee,” you frown, “i have the bladder control of a pregnant woman when i'm on my period, which is ironic,”

he chuckles. “sorry to hear that, sweetie. do you want me to get you anything on the way? do you have enough tampons at home?”

“yeah i do, thank you. oh but could you get some ice cream?”

“of course. you sure you don't need anything else? juice? diapers?”

“diapers? i don't use period diapers.”

“i didn't mean period diapers. i meant adult diapers in case, you know, you piss yourself or something,” he teases, and you can picture his cute little snaggletooth sticking out (ik he doesn't have his snaggletooth anymore but let me have this plis i miss it 😭) as he grins mischievously.

“ha ha very funny. let's see how funny it is when you get here and i tickle you until you piss yourself,”

“yeah no okay no pissing. only kissing please. do you have the energy for that?” the teasing tone of his voice makes you blush just a little.

“oh there will be plenty of kissing, nakakita yuma, don't you worry about that,”

“well then i guess i'd better hurry,”

🪐 jo (cravings)

it is no secret that asakura jo is an absolute sweetheart, someone who is too nice for his own good. he finds it hard to say no in general, but even more so when it's you and you're giving him you're biggest, widest puppy eyes. he would've caved even without you doing all that, honestly. so needless to say, whenever you're craving anything – especially on the days leading up to and during your period – he makes sure you have it even if it's 11 pm, because he wants to do anything he can to help make it easier.

however, he soon learns his lesson when he sees the damage his overindulgence does to you. he realises the sort of foods you crave also unfortunately happen to be the sort of foods that made cramps and other period symptoms worse. obviously, this is not news to you. you just figure that if you were going to be miserable either way, you might as well eat what you like at least. but jo makes up his mind to change things, and it does not start well. for someone so soft-spoken, you find that jo could be surprisingly assertive when he wanted to. and you do not like it at all, especially since you are so used to just him giving in to whatever you want.

while he makes it seem easy, only he knows the effort that goes into staying resolute. he hates seeing you sulk and wants to do anything to make you smile again. but then he reminds himself that you'll be the one to suffer later, and that helps him hold his ground.

he does not completely cut you off from your guilty pleasures, of course. he just makes sure you have limited and carefully curated access to it, unlike before. it takes you a little getting used to, and you whine and complain about it even though you are aware of the fact that you are probably acting like a spoiled little kid throwing a tantrum and well, it isn't far from the truth - you were used to being spoiled by your sweetheart of a boyfriend. but even though jo hates to see you pout, he continues to remain firm. to make things easier for you, he even looks up recipes and makes you dishes using healthy ingredients and tries to make them as suited to your taste as possible.

he keeps track of your cycle and starts keeping an eye on your diet a couple of days before your period is due – which is exactly when the cravings start. today is one such day when you are displeased with this arrangement – it's the third day of your cycle and you're desperately craving some caffè mocha, but jo said you've already used up your share of cheat meal/drink for today. you sit there sulking like you usually do, half-heartedly working on your assignment.

then it hits you that not only have your cramps substantially reduced this cycle, you also don't feel as tired as you usually do. your other symptoms are better too. guilt kicks in along with the realisation – all that he has been doing really did help.

you abashedly make your way to his room where you find him sketching. you stand at the door watching him for a while, then walk over and wrap your arms around him from behind.

“jojo….” you start, your tone apologetic.

putting his pencil down, he turns around in his chair and pulls you into his lap. “not mad at me anymore?” he asks, a soft smile on his lips. the smile is not teasing or gloating, just pure and pretty, like him.

you bury your face in his neck and groan. you've been a brat and this is still how he reacts? you suppose you shouldn't be surprised.

“you need to stop being so nice…. you've spoiled me rotten,” you mutter.

he chuckles. “ahh, so it's my fault?”

“no, it's not. i'm sorry, jojo. you're so sweet and thoughtful and i have been behaving like a starving victorian child. i've been doing nothing but complain and whine,”

“it's okay sweetie, i know it's hard,” he says, stroking your hair. “if i had periods i'd probably be way more dramatic,��

“oh, no, i think you would still be a saint,” you say and tilt his chin up as you lean in for a kiss.

🪐 harua (nausea)

it has only been a few months since you started dating harua so he doesn't know everything about you yet. like why you go MIA for a few consecutive days every month where he is only able to contact you through texts. on those days, you usually tell him something came up at your part-time job or that you're staying over at your friend's place or that you have to meet your grandma.

today, however, you decide to be somewhat truthful for once. which you end up regretting when he shows up at your door half an hour later. it goes like this:

harua🐇: hi y/n!! d'you wanna go shopping with me later today?

you : i would've loved to but i'm not feeling too good right now so maybe some other day? sorry xoxo

harua🐇: oh, okay, it's np! ♡ hope you feel better soon :(

and then he shows up at your place and your heart drops. under normal circumstances, you would've been happy to see him but right now you're positive you look like shit.

harua doesn't care about that, however – at least not in the way you do. how could he not come when you told him you weren't feeling well? he even brought a sick kit, although unfortunately it doesn't have much to help the kind of ‘sick’ you are right now – he thinks you probably have a cold or are running a temperature.

“oh rua….you're so sweet. but you really didn't have to come,” you say, hastily smoothing out your hair and fixing your shirt.

“no, i'm glad i came. you don't look too good, are you okay standing?” he leads you to your couch and sits down beside you, scrutinizing you with concern.

“no it's really okay…i go through this every month…” you begin, and he tilts his head quizzically.

you sigh with defeat. “i might as well just tell you, i guess. i'm not actually sick, i'm just on my period…i get horribly nauseous during the first three days of my cycle and sometimes even end up puking. i didn't want to tell you because well, it's not exactly a fun fact, is it?”

realisation dawns on him. “ohhh, so that's why you disappear for a few days every month!”

you smile sheepishly, your cheeks flushing. “yeah. i didn't think you kept track,”

“please, i was starting to think you were a werewolf or something and needed to get away to phase,”

you start to laugh but stop midway when you feel a wave of queasiness coming on and immediately clamp your mouth shut with your hand.

“y/n? you okay?”

you put your head between your knees and hold one hand up. thankfully it passes soon, and you sit up when you feel a little better.

“i think you should leave now,” you tell him.

“why? do you not want me here?”

“yes. i mean, no, not that i don't want you here– well i don't– but it's not because…i just…what if i puke? i don't want–”

“i'll hold your hair up,” he shrugs nonchalantly, like it's the most obvious thing ever.

you stare at him incredulously. he returns your gaze with his own stubborn one.

“did you perchance forget that i'm your boyfriend?” he asks, arching an eyebrow.

“no?”

“then treat me like one, will you? let me be here for you,”

and how could you say no to that?

he does, however, leave soon after, saying he needs to run somewhere real quick and that he'll be back before you know it. he returns with lemon soda, ginger ale and some mint leaves for peppermint tea.

“stuff that helps with nausea, apparently,” he explains when you look at him questioningly. “did a quick google search. oh, i also bought some scented candles although i don't know how effective those will be… i didn't know what you might like so i picked up a bunch of random ones. i know you like citrus fruits so i bought a few of those and these here are floral scents. later when you're feeling better we can go together and pick more out–”

you pull him into a tight hug, catching him off guard. “i love you,”

he smiles and squeezes you back in return. “in case it wasn't already clear, i love you too,”

🪐 taki (irritability)

you've had a rough day. your professor had shouted at you in front of the whole class for something that hadn't even been your fault. then he made you walk all around campus running errands for him. and like that wasn't enough, you tripped and fell in PE. you didn't sustain any major injuries - just a few scrapes here and there but it was nonetheless not fun and extremely humiliating. you heard a few classmates snickering. and to top it all off, you're on your period.

given the mentally and physically exhausting day you've had, you're so relieved to finally come home and be able to sulk in peace. but before long, your flatmate who is also your boyfriend, also gets home – the one day you're not excited he's home early. while you love him dearly, you would really like some alone time right now.

taki is known as the mood maker in every room he's in. he's lively and cheerful and talkative and fun to be around. he loves putting a smile on people's faces so when he comes home to his favourite person evidently in a shitty mood, what does he do? takes it upon himself to make sure you're smiling again, of course.

and so it begins. he starts talking about everything he did that day and everything he's going to do tomorrow and about the date he has planned for you this week and what he's going to make for dinner tonight. he doesn't ask you about your day because he doesn't wanna make you talk about something you clearly don't want to. and so he talks on your behalf as well. you usually love it when he yaps away like this, he talks so animatedly it's endearing to watch. a lot of the time when he goes on one of his ‘yappathons’ as you call it, you're the embodiment of the blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff meme.

but not right now, not today. right now you're just sitting there silently, your irritation steadily rising, willing him to stop. if only you had said that out loud instead of bottling up until it burst, what happens next could have been avoided.

the final straw comes when he starts telling you about how one of his friends fell and how it was so funny everyone was laughing including the guy who fell. little do you know that he's doing this solely in an attempt to get you to laugh or at least crack a smile – nobody fell, at least not today. the logical part of you knows taki does not know that you yourself had an embarrassing fall today and so he most definitely does not mean this to be a jab at you, leaving your ego bruised. the logical part of you also knows that the anger you're feeling towards him right now is misdirected and irrational. but you're already so done at that point that logic flies out the window and you just snap at him.

“oh my god taki can you shut the hell up and leave me alone for ten minutes?! will your head explode if you don't keep talking all the damn time?”

taki was evidently not expecting such a reaction. he stares at you for a few seconds, stunned into silence. then he mumbles a sorry and gets up and walks away without another word. you hear the front door click shut a minute later. great. as if this godforsaken day hadn't been bad enough you've also managed to hurt the one person who was actually trying to make it better. tears prick your eyes as regret and worry slowly eats you up.

it is only when he returns a little after an hour later that you breathe a sigh of relief. he doesn't so much as look in your direction, however, and heads straight to his room.

“taki, wait!” you call after him.

he stops, but doesn't turn around. you go over to him and take his hand, and he finally looks up at you. his expression is sharp and unreadable, but the hurt is evident in his eyes.

“i'm...really sorry, taki. you didn't deserve that. it was a shitty thing to say and i wasn't even mad at you, i just had a shitty day and am on my period and needed a bit of time to myself to calm down. one of my professors shouted at me for something i didn't even do and then he made me go all around campus asking me to do this and that and then i tripped over my own fucking feet and fell in PE and it was so embaassing–”

“you fell? are you okay?” he asks, eyes wide and hands immediately flying up to clutch your arms.

you wince. “yeah, it was nothing. just a few scrapes and uh, you're actually kind of pressing on one right now,” you say, holding up your elbow.

he lets go immediately. “shit, sorry. where else did you get hurt? did you clean it properly and apply antiseptic cream?”

“yes, i did, i'm fine really,” you assure him, taking his hand in yours again and stroking it, feeling simultaneously guilty and relieved at how quickly whatever anger and hurt he might've felt about what you said earlier dissolved when you told him what happened.

he looks down at his hand in yours, then back up at you and sighs, lacing his fingers with yours. “if you needed some time to yourself you could've just told me, you know,”

“i know, i'm sorry. it was stupid. i'll tell you next time, i promise. don't take what i said to heart okay?”

he smiles a little. “it's alright. i know i would've been worse if i were to get my period,”

“way worse,” you agree, and he hits you playfully.

“so, am i still your favourite yapper?” he asks.

you roll your eyes and pull him close to kiss his cheek. “always,”

his smile widens and your heart feels lighter. “alright then, come on,” he says, tugging your hand. “tell me what you feel like doing. i'll make up for the shitty day the universe dealt you,”

🪐 maki (stomach and back pain)

you and your boyfriend are having a movie night with your friends taki and harua at his place. taki has the bean bag while you, harua and maki are sitting on the couch in that order – they usually try to keep you and maki separated during movie nights because otherwise you either won't keep your hands off of each other or keep making jokes and speculations about what's going to happen next.

halfway through the film, harua and taki are deeply engrossed in the murder mystery but maki has noticed that you haven't been able to sit still for some time now – it's clear you're uncomfortable. but he knows it's not because of the movie because you've always had a stronger stomach for gore and morbid stuff than he has.

he discreetly reaches for his phone to text you.

maki : why have you been squirming and wiggling for the past ten minutes. are you testing out the ‘would you still love me if i was a worm’ hypothetical?

your phone pings, notifying a message. when you grab it to reply, harua rolls his eyes. maybe they should confiscate your phones as well the next time.

you : no tf 😭 im just tryna get comfortable cuz my back and stomach hurts :( d’you think i could go lay down just for a few minutes maybe?

maki : what omg

maki : is it cuz of your period? why didn't you tell me sooner? and ofc you can go lay down you don't even have to ask!! actually wait i'll come with you

before you can tell him it's fine he's already speaking up.

“hey guys, you can continue watching the movie. y/n isn't feeling well so we're gonna take a little break and come back later,”

taki and harua enquire after you with concern and you assure them you'll be fine if you just rest for a bit. they don't even ask maki why he's accompanying you to the bedroom because they know there's no way he'll be able to focus on a movie when there's even the slightest thing bothering you.

the relief you feel when your back hits the soft mattress is palpable. “ohhh that feels so good…”

“better? what about your stomach?” maki asks, caressing your cheek, his forehead creased with worry.

“still hurts a bit,” you frown, placing your hands on the area where it hurts. “should've brought my heating pad. but it's fine,”

“do you want me to go get you one, babe? i'll try to be back as soon as i can,” maki says as he gets up but you pull him down.

“nooo don't go anywhere. stay here,”

“but i want to help,”

“well then…” you take both his hands in yours and his eyes widen as you pull up your top, leaving your stomach exposed. then you place both of his hands on the lower part of your stomach. as expected, the warmth and the pressure eases the ache a little. “don’t press too much but just apply a bit of pressure here like you're doing now,” you instruct.

he leans over your abdomen and wags a threatening finger at it, “hey you, stop hurting my partner or else!” he looks up at you beaming. “is that enough pressure?”

it's dumb and not even that funny, but you can't help giggling. “you are so silly,”

“silly in loooove,” he sings and you roll your eyes. with his hands still on your stomach he leans down to kiss your belly button.

you giggle and then wince. “babe i'm not sure doing anything ticklish is a good idea right now,”

“right, sorry,”

the both of you end up talking about the movie and you fall asleep listening to him ramble about who he thinks the killer might be and why. he keeps his hands on your stomach until you wake up an hour later and assure him you're more than fine.

divider credits: @/saradika-graphics

[vaginalvr]

Okay can I request Spencer with virgin reader or inexperienced reader pls thank you 🙏 side note I really loved the unsub Spencer fic too 🤤 I love your writing

Yes ofc! I got a little carried away. Enjoy!

Spencer reid x inexperienced!reader

cw: first time, slow & intimate, praise, prep, gentle desperation

The rain had started sometime after midnight.

You and Spencer sat curled together on his worn couch, the low hum of classical music playing in the background. A chessboard was abandoned on the coffee table. Two mugs of tea long forgotten beside it.

He was warm next to you, long legs folded awkwardly, one arm slung over the back of the couch, brushing your shoulder now and then. He kept looking at you—more than usual tonight. You could feel it in the shift of his breathing. The hesitation. The gravity.

You bit your lip, heart fluttering.

“I’ve never…” you started, then stopped.

Spencer blinked, head tilting slightly. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, avoiding his eyes. “I just… I think if this keeps going—us, I mean—I should tell you something.”

He straightened a little, concern flashing in his features. “Okay.”

“I’ve never been with anyone before. Like, sexually.”

Silence stretched for half a breath.

Spencer’s lips parted, then closed again, and you braced yourself for some awkward apology or well-meaning “that’s okay” speech—but what you got instead was something else entirely.

Relief.

His shoulders dropped. His hand slid down to gently hold yours.

“Thank you for trusting me with that,” he said softly.

You finally looked up.

He was staring at you like he always did when he was about to recite facts—but this time, his voice stayed low, intimate.

“Do you want to know something kind of embarrassing?” he said, a smile ghosting at the corner of his mouth. “I haven’t been with anyone in a really long time. Like, years. I’ve… been waiting for it to mean something again.”

You exhaled slowly. “So you’re not…”

“Judging you? No. Not even a little. In fact…” He leaned in closer, voice dropping into something that made your stomach twist, “The thought of being your first is kind of driving me crazy.”

Your face flushed. “Spencer…”

His hand cupped your cheek.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he murmured. “But if you want me, really want me—I swear I’ll take care of you.”

“I do,” you said. “I really do.”

His mouth hovered over yours. “Then come with me.”

Now, you were lying on his bed, nerves prickling under your skin, but excitement humming just as loud. Spencer hovered over you, gentle and reverent.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, fingers sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, lifting it with careful slowness. “Every part of you.”

Your breath hitched when his lips met your collarbone. He kissed down, unhurried, until he reached the band of your underwear.

“Can I take these off?” he asked, voice husky.

You nodded, and he peeled them down your thighs, kissing the inside of your knee as he did.

“Just relax,” he murmured. “Let me show you how good it can be.”

He nestled between your legs, hands stroking your thighs, his mouth tracing hot, open kisses along the sensitive skin.

Then he leaned in and tasted you.

You gasped—shock, pleasure, something more. He moaned softly into you, like your body was answering a question he’d always wanted to ask.

“God, you taste so sweet,” he breathed. “I could stay here forever.”

His tongue circled your clit, teasing and soft. His hands held you firmly, grounding you, and every few seconds he looked up—making sure you were okay.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he praised, voice low. “So responsive… so perfect.”

Then one of his long fingers pressed at your entrance.

“Just one, okay?” he said. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

He slid in slow, letting you adjust, curling gently to find the right spot. You whimpered, overwhelmed by how full you already felt.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured, clearly struggling to control himself. “It’s gonna feel so good when I’m inside you.”

He added a second finger, opening you gently, pumping slow and deliberate, watching every twitch and moan with reverence.

“Look at you,” he whispered. “Taking my fingers so well. You’re gonna take my cock so well too.”

You clenched around him, and he groaned, desperate.

“Don’t do that. I’m barely holding on here.”

You reached for him, breathless. “I need you, Spencer. Please.”

He hesitated for only a moment—then nodded, carefully lining himself up and pressing the thick head of his cock against your entrance.

“You ready?”

“Yes.”

He pushed in slow—inch by inch, eyes squeezed shut like he was in pain.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “You’re so tight. So warm. I’m not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that.”

You whimpered as he bottomed out, the stretch deep and overwhelming but not unbearable. He stayed still, kissing your face, brushing your hair back.

“Breathe,” he whispered. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.”

Then he moved.

Slow, gentle thrusts, dragging pleasure over your nerves until your hips were lifting to meet him. His praise spilled freely—like he couldn’t stop.

“You feel so good around me.” “You’re perfect.” “Taking me so well—just like I knew you would.”

You were close, trembling. He reached between you, rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your clit.

“Come for me,” he breathed. “Let me feel you.”

Your orgasm hit fast, clenching around him, and he moaned loud into your neck, thrusts turning sloppy.

“I’m gonna—fuck—I’m coming—”

He spilled inside you with a deep, broken groan, collapsing gently on top of you, holding you like glass.

“I love you,” he whispered, still breathless. “I’ve loved you since the first time you smiled at me.”

You kissed his jaw, dizzy and warm.

“I love you too.”

[fic-girlie]

hi! I was wondering if I could request a jackson joel x reader and he’s finding out about her sh. idk i’m sorry if it’s weird, but i just want to see nonchalant joel actually care, and be scared of what she’s doing to herself

Held

Pairing: jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader Summary: In Jackson, you’ve kept your scars hidden—until Joel finds them. Instead of walking away, he stays, offering the quiet, steady love you never thought you deserved. Warnings: angst, self harm, insecurity, memories, trauma

You've been there longer than you can remember. Jackson has been your safe place for years now. The little place tucked away in the mountains with enormous walls that hides all the people from the world that went to hell under a night two decades ago. A night where you lost everything and everyone. The night you lost all the things you loved. The night where you saw the light go out in your father's eyes and be replaced by a monster’s. The night when you had to see how he threw himself at your mother and killed her. The night you had to make the tough decision to kill those people who once raised you.

You still remember the sound the blade made when it sank into his neck, how hot his blood felt on your shaking hands, how you didn't even cry—not then. Not until after. Not until hours later, curled in the corner of that cold kitchen, your mother's body cooling not five feet from you, and the sun rising like it didn't care that your whole world had just gone up in smoke. You don’t talk about it. You’ve never talked about it. The world moved on—maybe not healed, maybe not forgiven—but it moved. And somehow, so did you. Eventually, Jackson found you. Or maybe you found it. You can’t really remember anymore. Just the quiet crunch of snow under your boots, your breath stinging in your lungs, and the overwhelming relief when you saw people—not infected, not hostile—just people. Real, living people. A gate. A wall. A promise. Safety. Peace.

And for a while, you believed it. You built a life here, or something that resembled it. Routine was safety. You worked in the greenhouses. You helped with school kids sometimes. You learned to cook again, even though it felt foreign at first, like a language you used to speak but hadn’t practiced in years. You smiled when people talked to you. You said good morning. You danced at the winter festival last year when Maria practically dragged you out of the corner and wouldn’t take no for an answer. And when Joel Miller came to town, bristling and haunted and carved out like the mountains he’d ridden in from, you started to feel something else, something more dangerous than survival. You started to feel… hope.

Joel is a quiet man, but you speak the same silence. The kind that says I know what you’ve lost, without needing to say it out loud. He doesn’t flinch at your moods. He doesn’t press when you’re not ready to talk. He doesn’t try to fix you. He just… sees you. And in his own careful, deliberate way, he started to stay. Sitting next to you at community dinners. Fixing things outside your cabin without being asked. Bringing you coffee—black, scalding, too strong—before your morning shift and pretending it wasn’t for you. You never asked why. You never had to. He doesn’t look at you like you’re broken. But sometimes, late at night when his hand is resting warm on your back, you wonder how long that illusion will last.

Because what Joel doesn’t know—what no one knows—is that the cracks in you never really healed. They just shifted. Covered over with layers of routine, with work and friendship and carefully measured smiles. And when it gets too loud—when the memories start to push up against the walls of your chest, when your mother’s scream echoes like a ghost in your ears—you reach for the only thing that still feels like control. The knife in your kitchen. The edge of the scissors in your drawer. You don’t cut to bleed, not really. Not anymore. You do it to breathe. To pull yourself back into the now. To stop the spinning. To feel real. And then you hide it, clean it, tuck it away like a shameful little secret between folded laundry and polite conversation. You tell yourself it’s not hurting anyone.

Until Joel finds out.

It happens on a Sunday. You’ve spent the morning in the greenhouse, and the sun’s been especially brutal today. The air stings with pollen, your arms scratched from repotting all afternoon. You’re washing up in your cabin, peeling off your long-sleeved shirt when the bathroom door creaks open. You didn’t hear him come in—you always leave it unlocked now, for him. There’s a soft hey from the other room, and before you can answer, he’s already stepping into the doorway, pausing like he always does to make sure he’s welcome. His eyes are kind, thoughtful, and then—he sees it.

The look on his face changes so slowly it feels like drowning. His mouth opens, just slightly. His eyes drop to your forearm—your right one, where the fresh ones are still red and angry, framed by older, paler lines. He doesn’t speak. He just stares. And that silence—his silence, that you’ve always trusted—feels like a knife in your ribs. You yank the shirt back down, too fast, heart kicking into overdrive, shame washing over you in a hot, suffocating wave.

“Don’t,” you whisper, voice brittle, already backing away. “It’s nothing, it’s not—it’s fine.”

Joel doesn’t move. Not at first. His brow furrows like he’s trying to understand something he doesn’t want to believe. Then he steps forward, slow and careful like he’s approaching a wounded animal. Which, you suppose, he is.

“Don’t do that,” he says softly, voice thick. “Don’t say it’s fine.”

You’re shaking. You don’t know if it’s anger or fear or embarrassment. Maybe all three. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

His jaw tenses. He’s still looking at your arm, even though you’ve hidden it. “But I did.”

You wish he’d yell. You wish he’d get mad or walk away or say something cruel. It would be easier to take than the way he looks at you now—like his heart is breaking. Like he’s seeing all the pieces you’ve tried to hold together alone for too long.

He takes another step. “How long?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. You look at the floor, at the old tile near the sink, at anything but him.

“Hey,” he says again, gentler now. He crouches a little, trying to catch your eyes. “How long, sweetheart?”

Your throat burns. Your lips tremble before you can stop them. “Since I got here. Before. Years.”

Joel breathes in like he’s steadying himself, and then he does something that shatters you—he reaches out and takes your hand. Carefully. Reverently. Like he’s touching something sacred and fragile all at once.

“I didn’t know,” he murmurs, thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. “I should’ve known.”

“You couldn’t have,” you say quickly, ashamed. “I didn’t want you to. I didn’t want anyone to.”

There’s a long pause. His hand is still holding yours, firm and grounding. “You don’t have to do it alone anymore. You hear me?”

Your eyes sting. “I don’t know how not to.”

Joel pulls you in slowly, carefully, until you’re wrapped in his arms, your forehead pressed against his chest. His heart beats slow and steady beneath your cheek. He smells like sun and leather and the cedar soap you gave him last winter. His hands are warm on your back, not gripping, not controlling—just holding. Just there. He kisses the top of your head, voice rough.

“Then we’ll figure it out. Together.”