#but again! man fumbled that horribly. Will is a catch but also is he

[laniidae-passerine]

Let’s be real, Bedelia is the most embarrassing thing about Hannibal’s life. Smart, tasteful, accomplished, admired, beautiful, charismatic, cold, calculating! She is the ideal woman for a man like him. And he absolutely wanted her, probably hoped she was the one before he met Will - and she thought he was a loser! Bedelia could not fucking stick him! Most perfect woman for a serial killer in Baltimore? Looks like a job for the fumbler!

[gremlingottoosilly]

Hiiii! I love your stories and the plots!❤️‍🔥 I was also wondering if you could do Mafia!König x Cafe!Worker!Reader??? If not, that’s okay!👍🏻 Keep up the great work btw!🫶🏻

Konig doesn't really go to cafes anymore. He has private restaurants and special rooms at the clubs—he has the means to eat and to meet without prying eyes, desperate to look for his vulnerabilities or catch a glimpse of his face. He doesn't even drink coffee in public spaces anymore - too many uncertainties, too many chances to get poisoned or shot by an overzealous spy. Konig will gladly die if that means spending even a second more with you. You have no idea, of course. A pretty little waitress fumbling around the daily specials menu and talking about the weather, not knowing that the man in front of you can end your life. Konig feels weird - like a schoolboy again, an awkward teenager in front of a pretty girl. He thought his social anxiety was killed somewhere along with his empathy and shriveled around his dead cold heart, but here he is - not knowing what to say when you ask him if he wants a dessert to accompany his black coffee or if he is more of a savory breakfast type. Konig wants to say that he would rather die than to eat the usual sugary pancakes or barely cooked eggs that this cheap establishment provides, but he also can't help but think that he would gladly eat every last drop of some horribly sugary syrup if he would be able to lick it off your skin. He will happily by the whole menu and feed it to you, piece by piece, if that means not fumbling through his answer as he is trying to engage in a small talk. He is mortified whenever you're trying to chat him up - and he is devastated when you don't.

Needless to say, when some of the more rowdy regulars are trying to give you a bad time by the end of your shift - Konig hates hates hates how you work some nights and closing shifts, even though it means being able to see you more than on occasional forced breakfast - he is not afraid of telling them off. Maybe be a bit more rude to them, not care on how it looks - and then tell his boys to dump the bodies in the back alley while Konig fumbles through another attempt at asking for your number.

[moodymisty]

Oh my gosh, I just saw your post about requests being open again and I am honestly embarrassed about how excited I got. Now I just have to choose which one... which one... Aha!

I am in DESPERATE need of a White Knight Captain Titus fic. Something where he swoops in and saves a fem-reader from a horrible fate. Please give my sweet blueberry boy some good old fashioned romance. He deserves it.

(I will leave the NSFW level up to you, but I wouldn't be opposed if things got very spicy.)

Author's note: I am so sorry about this taking so long, life is kicking my ass; Also maybe not the most horrible fate, but I digress

Relationships: Titus/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Grinding/Dry humping, Armor kink, Clothed sex

“Thank you, Titus.”

Those three words could inspire him do a frightening amount of things, Titus has learned quite quickly.

They drip from your lips like the sweetest, saccharine song, always with a smile. Whether it's an Inquisitor interrupting you, a handsy lord, or the pitter patter of rain threatening to ruin your hair, Titus hears those words not moments after swooping to your rescue.

He had felt so guilty of your over respect that he'd told you of his struck record, his accusations. You'd replied that none of it mattered to you- that he seemed no less than an honorable and valiant Ultramarine. Those words fanned his pride like hot embers waiting for kindling, and Titus preened like a flashy bird under your praise. The praise of a baseline might mean nothing to his brothers, but to him, yours was everything.

It was everything he'd ever needed, and wanted.

Its in the incense choked air of the chapel that he remembers the moment a rogue trader pulled a bolter on you. The deal his captain had given you to negotiate had been tough, and your lips had fumbled oh so slightly, sending negotiations into a spiral downwards. Even your most valiant efforts couldn't save it; but when that man pulled his bolter on you, something in him broke.

That man didn't survive the moments after, and his fellow Ultramarines had cleaned up the rest.

Titus removes that thought from his mind with a literal head shake, one that causes his ear to ring a bit just for a moment.

He wants to go see you.

He knows you're fine, this ship is the safest place you could be bar none, but yet there is this tug on his hearts that demands he go to you. Like he needs to visually see you with his own eyes before he can finally cast that accursed remembrance aside. He wishes he had never remembered it in the first place- though it's an impossible wish for an astartes.

Tracking you down to a dark spot in the Ultramarine Librarium. You're casually perusing, eyeing the tomes at your level before catching sight of him. The way you light up fans the embers of Titus' pride once more, setting them aflame.

"Titus! What are you doing here?"

He instantly comes closer, breaching into your personal space of which you allow with no complaint. Your perfumed scent mixed with your natural scent wafts around him, as you look up at him with a soft expression.

"I missed you." Titus speaks bluntly and truthfully- though it's only half of said truth. Your face blooms into a smile at the sound of his voice.

"I missed you too, Titus."

You always say his name so differently, there's a softness to it- so unlike how most speak his name with disdain. They bring him in like some sort of lure, the still foreign feeling of his lips against your own. Even if he's already kissed you a countless number of times, it still feels off. Like parts of his brain are trying to lock the things he's discovered in his mind once more.

His lips dance with yours, his slightly larger mouth awkwardly pressing against yours. It may not be the perfect elegant kiss you read in your hidden novels, bound in solid black to keep the contents secret, but the passion is sevenfold. The soft mewls from your throat he greedily swallows, feeling the way your hands wrap in the hair at the nape of his neck. The feeling on your fingers grasping it makes him groan, the pain is so light but just enough to make his hearts hitch.

His massive gauntlets slide down the curve of your back to cup your ass, bunching the fabric of your dress. If he moved a bit more inward, you could feel his fingers against your cunt. Your back scrapes against the shelves behind you, knocking books out of alignment.

"There are others here, Titus,"

You whisper against his lips, feeling one of his gauntlets pulling away to your front in order to barge it's way between your thighs. The feeling makes you whimper- even if it's his unfeeling armor, even if it's through layers of clothing, your deprived senses delight in the sensation enough that your hips jerk forward of their own volition.

"They're all servitors or servoskulls, anyone who is normally in here left to listen to our chapter Librarian speak."

His lips brush against the corner of your mouth, and that hesitation no matter how minute is brushed away by the heat of his breath over your skin- the tickle of his lip scar.

"I cannot remove my armor for another two cycles, but allow me to have something I can look forward to."

He wants to hear the noises you make; the ones just for him. His duty according to his captains might be to just protect you from physical harm, but in his hearts tending to your whims is just as important.

He needs you to want him. Command anything of him, it's bred into his DNA to serve to his utmost. If only so you'll continue to look at him with such reverence.

"T-Titus,"

You feel your knees tremble but Titus holds you up, ruthlessly pressing the cold, firm plates of his armor against your soaked pussy through layers of clothes. You can feel the way your underwear is soaked, how your outer lips slide against each other slick with your own arousal, clit throbbing as you try to angle your hips just right-

His hand presses against you harder, rocking with your jerky hips. Your hands grip the collar of his armor trying to stay steady, grinding yourself against his palm like lust has consumed every one of your thought processes. Your thighs part trying to find that perfect angle, abandoning any fear of discovery for the sensation of his unyielding armor between your legs.

"M-move your hand like-"

Your breath fans across his armor, face radiating heat as he watches you with a ruthless stare. Your knees wobble and give out from under you, but Titus catches you and makes sure you move barely an inch.

You tug at his wrist and he arches his palm upward, so it's more diagonal than flat. It presses against your clit now as you grind against him harder, quicker- even through your clothes it has you shaking, knees finally giving out with a whimper as you come.

The fractured whimper you let out is nearly pathetic, breath hitching in your throat as your cunt constricts and flutters around nothing at all.

A disappointing reality, but you know his dilemma; this can be not unlike a snack to just barely keep you from starving.

"Thank you," You joke breathlessly, hands grasping the collar of his armor. There's just so much of him, the way he can overtake your entire vision is overwhelming.

"I know."

"I would never let you fall."

He speaks with his normal stoic neutrality, but there's just the slightest tilt of softness behind it. You laugh.

[moonlight-hwa]

Sunset With You ~ J. WY

Synopsis: A day in a life with your boyfriend Wooyoung.

Pairing: bf!wooyoung x fem!reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff like so much fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,668

A/N: hehe first fic on tumblr is of course going to be about the one and only, Jung Wooyoung…because the brain rot continues and I want him so bad.

The warm glow of the morning sun seeps through the curtains and basks the room in hues of orange and yellow. You and your boyfriend lay asleep in your bed, breathing in steady synchronization and hearts beating in slow paces; your head rests atop his chest and your right arm laid across his abdomen, while his left went around the back of your head and that hand lightly grazed the exposed skin of your waist. In conclusion it was peaceful and perfectly silent, the only sound being the occasional wooshing from the air vents…that was until the blaring sound of your boyfriend’s alarm cut through the peace and quiet.

   You flinch slightly at the sudden sound, all the while Wooyoung remained completely unmoving and undisturbed by the sound. You bury your face in his side as your hand softly patted his stomach “Wooyoung…baby, your alarm is going off.” You spoke, sleep very evident in your voice. Wooyoung hummed in response, still barely awake as he didn’t quite catch your words “Your alarm is going off.” You said a bit louder, which finally seemed to register in his tired head as his other hand fumbled across the nightstand, before he eventually put a stop to the horrible sound.

        And once the sound had ceased, silence had enveloped the room once more as Wooyoung moved to lay on his side, his other arm going around your waist so he could pull your body closer to his. His eyes then open ever so slightly gaze locking with yours, a small smile forms on his lips “Mmmm…good morning, beautiful.” He spoke, voice also thick with sleep as his eyes closed again. You smile as well “Good morning, Woo.” You replied, nose slightly bumping his as you pressed a light peck to his lips.

    A brief silence falls between the both of you, before you begin speaking again “What time is it?” You asked him and not a moment later Wooyoung answers with a simple “Nine thirty.” You hum in response “We should probably get up.” You say, feeling the effects of sleep wash over you again and he simply hums also feeling the same effects. A peaceful silence fills the air once more and the both of you find yourselves asleep again.

     An hour passes before your eyes open again and Wooyoung was still out cold beside you. You laugh softly “This man…could sleep forever if he wanted to.” You muttered to yourself, gently moving strands of his hair from his eyes. A smile then forms on your lips as you lean closer to him and gently press your lips to the mole under his eye. At that Wooyoung moves to lay on his back, muttering something incoherently as he did. The smile remains painted on your features as you stretch your limbs and rub the residual sleep from your eyes.

   You then move to sit on the edge of the bed, before you grab your phone from atop the nightstand; the screen lights up, revealing a picture of Wooyoung you had set as your lockscreen and the time that read ‘10:33’. You breathe out a soft sigh, looking over your shoulder to see Wooyoung still peacefully asleep; he’s worked hard this past week, he needs the extra sleep, so you decide to not wake him up.

    Once you’re out of the bedroom, your legs naturally take you to the kitchen, where coffee was waiting to be made. You let out a yawn, hands trying to tame your messy bed head, before you eventually tied it back with the hair tie that was around your wrist and soon enough you were standing in front of the coffee machine.

   You open the cabinet above the machine and take out two mugs, along with a bag of coffee grounds and a filter. And once you start the pot of coffee you step over to the fridge, to see what you could make for breakfast; you open the fridge door and you’re met with not a lot sitting atop the shelves. “We definitely need to go grocery shopping.” You muttered to yourself, your gaze bouncing between a carton of eggs, side dishes Wooyoung’s mom gave to you and things that probably needed to be thrown out. “Guess we’ll just have to make do with what we have for right now.” You concluded, grabbing the eggs and the containers that held the side dishes.

     While you were stood in front of the stove, with a couple of eggs in the pan, a light from behind flashes and that causes you to whip your head around toward the source; standing there is Wooyoung, with his new camera up to his right eye. Your eyes widen as your hands go up to cover your face “Wooyoung! I’m not even dressed.” You complain, as another flash of light happens. You hear him laugh lightly “Oh come on baby…you look beautiful every day.” He says and you roll your eyes, before peeking through your fingers, making sure that he wasn’t holding up the camera anymore; he wasn’t, so you remove your hands from in front of your face and turn back to the stove, removing the two fried eggs from the pan.

    And not even a moment later, you feel Wooyoung arms wrap around your waist and his head dip to the crook of your neck “I’m not lying when I say you’re beautiful every day.” He spoke softly against the skin of your neck, as his arms tightened around you slightly.

   You breathe out a soft sigh, a smile grazing your lips as you lean into him “I know you weren’t, Woo…I just wasn’t expecting the camera.” You say, both hands moving to rest atop his. He hums halfheartedly and you could feel the pout that had taken form on his lips “But I love taking candid photos of you…you always look so pretty in them.” He confessed truthfully. You chuckle softly “Okay…just don’t show them to anyone.”  You reason and you feel him nod his head “I promise, I won’t…maybe.” He said, quickly pulling away from you. You whip around while exclaiming “Jung Wooyoung you better not!”

  Soon enough, the two of you had found yourselves sat at the dining table, eating breakfast and enjoying your cups of coffee as a comfortable silence surrounded the both of you, but sometimes silence was better than talking…especially when it was someone you loved dearly, because that’s how comfortable you were with Wooyoung; you didn’t feel the need to make conversation with one another…why would you when being in each other’s presence was more than enough.

     And after you both finished eating and washed the dishes, you found yourself on the couch, pen in hand as you wrote down what you needed to get at the grocery store. “What do you want to do today, love? Your choice.” Wooyoung spoke from the hallway, which caused you to turn to your left at the sound of his voice and your gaze eventually locks with his.

   His hair was wet (telling you that he had just taken a shower) and he had changed into some real clothes. “Well…we really need to go grocery shopping, so we can make it into a little date if you want. I know it’s not the most ideal date…but I think it could be fun.” You trial off, gnawing on your bottom lip as your gaze lowers, almost feeling kind of guilty for not doing anything more special for a date. A slight frown tugs downward at Wooyoung’s lips as he stepped closer to you, before eventually crouching in front of you. He takes your hands in his “Baby…look at me.” He said softly, thumbs moving across your knuckles.

   Of course, you listen to him and lift your head, gaze locking with his once more “I don’t care what we do for our dates…you could take me along to your doctor appointments and I’d still love it.” You couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle “Wooyoung, I’m serious.” You say a small forming on your lips and Wooyoung also found himself beginning to smile “And I’m serious as well. As long as I’m with you…nothing else matters.” He concluded, love and adoration filling his eyes as he looked at you…as if you had hung the stars in the sky.

    You felt your face become warm at his words and intense gaze…even after three years of being together, Wooyoung still somehow made you feel so flustered at times. You let out a breathy chuckle “You’re such a charmer, aren’t you?” You question playfully, trying to cover up the fact that you were flustered in that moment.

   A playful grin takes the place of the smile on his lips “Well…I would say that it is my greatest trait.” He answered, stealing a glance down toward your lips. You roll your eyes slightly “God…you’re insufferable.” You say through light laughter as you begin to take notice Wooyoung leaning closer to you.  “And yet you can’t help but love me anyway.”  And before you had the chance to respond, Wooyoung’s lips were on yours.

    His lips move in a slow and delicate pace as his left hand traveled up to cradle your jaw, angling your head slightly so he had better access to your lips and not even a moment had passed when you responded with the same pace…as if it was second nature to do so. Your hands stayed on your lap, along with Wooyoung’s other hand that had naturally intertwined with one of yours. Your heart pounded erratically against your ribcage and your face was warm…Wooyoung never failed to make you feel like a flustered schoolgirl, kissing your crush for the first time.

    “I love you, y/n.” He spoke pulling away slightly, before pressing his lips back on yours. You can’t help but breathe out soft sigh at the confession, lips responding to his once more “I love you too, Wooyoung.” You said between the kiss and at that you felt a smile tug upward at his lips, causing a fluttery feeling to fill the pit of your stomach.

   The kiss only lasts a minute or two longer, before Wooyoung finally pulls away from your lips…even though he’d rather not and just kiss you for the rest of time. The smile remains painted on his features as he says, “I love you so much, sweetheart…like you have no idea how much I love you.” His forehead resting against yours and nose slightly bumping into yours. You chuckle softly, eyes fluttering shut as you basked in the feeling of having Wooyoung so close to you “I could say same thing about you.”  You said in response, causing him to also chuckle softly and with one final peck to your lips, Wooyoung fully pulls away and you instantly miss having him so close to you.

    “Anyway…I might also have something we could do today.” He said, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, before that hand went back down yours. At that your curiosity is piqued “And what is that?” You asked him. He gives you a small smile, before replying with “Well, I was thinking we could go to the nearby park…and I test out my new camera, by taking photos of my favorite model.” You smile, almost bashfully, because you knew his favorite model was you “Okay…can we watch the sunset while we’re there?” He hums, while nodding, smile still etched on his features. “Of course we can, baby…anything for you.”

   But what Wooyoung didn’t tell you, is that he’d take his camera to the grocery store as well. You’d push the cart and Wooyoung would be standing a bit behind you, occasionally snapping photos of you…and not once did you tell him to stop, because you knew how happy it made him taking photos of you and you couldn’t bear to ruin his happiness. But after all you were his muse and you had zero problems with that.

      After heading back to the apartment and putting the groceries in their respective spots, you and Wooyoung eventually find yourselves parked in an empty spot at the nearby park…but instead of immediately getting out as you normally would, Wooyoung had insisted he take photo of you, because you looked so beautiful and such beauty was meant to be photographed…his words not yours. “Okay…can I get out now?” You asked the moment you heard the shutter sound and saw the flash. Wooyoung laughs softly, lowering the camera from his face “Yes, you can get out now baby.”  He answered, at that you swing the door open and finally get out his car as you shut the door behind you.

     Wooyoung stays behind in the car, a fond smile forming on his lips as his gaze stayed on your moving figure and not very long passes before you turn around (realizing Wooyoung was not beside you), your gaze immediately finding his. You smile, before mouthing the words “You coming?” Wooyoung nods in response as one single thought crossed his mind, one of how much he loved you.

     You stay in the same spot on the walkway, waiting for Wooyoung to catch up to you as you enjoyed the cool fall breeze blowing past you, along with pretty hues of yellow and orange painting the sky. You’re so entranced by the beautiful scenery that you barely register a hand slipping into yours, only a soft voice saying your name was able to snap you out of your entranced state.

    Your head turns to your left and your gaze locks with your boyfriends, slight worry paints his features “Are you okay, baby?” He asked softly “Yeah, I’m good…just enjoying the peacefulness and the beautiful scenery.” You reply and he nods “Okay, just making sure.” He says as the two of you began walking on the walkway.

     “What are going to do with all of photos of me anyway?” You asked after a few moments of silence, while you turn to look at Wooyoung. A wide smile begins to take over his features “I’m going to make a photo album.” He says nonchalantly and that causes your eyes to widen slightly as warmth rushed to your face “Of just me?” You question, not quite believing him. Wooyoung hums in response “Just of you.” He confirmed and you still find it hard to believe.

    “But…why?” You asked further and he thinks for a moment before answering “Well…for one, because I love you.” You feel your heart rate pick up “Two, because you are the most beautiful women, I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” A fluttery sensation invades your stomach, face becoming even warmer “And three, because when I’m old and wrinkly…and my memory isn’t as it used to be, I want to at least be able to remember who the love of life was.” You stop abruptly as tears begin to well up in your eyes and that causes Wooyoung to also come to a stop. A frown tugs downward at his lips, as both of his hand go up to cup either side of your face “Why are you crying, sweetheart?” He asked, gently wiping away your fallen tears with his thumbs.

    You breathe in sharply “God…I love you so much, Wooyoung” His heart skips a few beats as a soft smile formed on lips “I love you too, baby.” He replied, before placing a gentle peck to your forehead and pulling you into his embrace; soft sobs leave from your lips as your arms wrap tightly around his waist. You both stand there until your sobs are nothing but soft sniffles, Wooyoung pulls back to look at you and another soft smile paints his features as he wipes away the residual tears from your skin.

     “I’m so happy to have you my life, Woo.” You say before connecting your lips with his as the sun begins to sink below the horizon and the kiss shared between you promised future sunsets with Wooyoung.

A/N: Finally after five days of writing, it’s finally here…my first fic on Tumblr. I do really hope you enjoyed reading Sunset with you, just as much as I enjoyed writing it💗

[s0lar-ch3ri]

weird pine trees in my minds forest

(it is just vyncent being gay, based off a ghost knife post i made which i shall link at home) (edit heres the link i forgot to add for so so long)

Aren't emotions weird? Vyncent knew they were. They seemed to change over time as he looked at Will. He didn't want to stop looking at him, which...that wasn't "normal", right? Will was great, wonderful even. He was awesome enough that he felt his own body twist his stomach and his face get warm. His legs even feel slightly wobbly if he's close, but he can say that doesn't happen.

He was also very pretty, Vyncent wasn't scared to say it (to anybody but Will, for some reason), his friend was quite nice. Will normally had fluffy black hair that reached his shoulders, but right now he had tied up in the back with parts sticking out the side, also was a bit flatter from Will forgetting to wash it. There was some white strands in his bangs and in the back some more blue curls. His face held a couple of pimples (if Vyncent remembers the word correctly) and the under eyes had deep eyebags. His pants were some black bagged sweats that reached upto his red sneakers. He normally also had on his regular graphic text t-shirt, but this time had sleeveless grey v-neck with a skull and crossbones on it, hoodie around his hips. His hands had midnight blue nails (Dakota managed to do them sometime before) that were barely visible with how dark his hands at the tips were. On the right he had a skeleton fingerless glove and on the other some bracelets and some skull ring he felt like was from Fauna. His eyes were a bright blue, almost glowing, very piercing, but Vyncent liked the way they saw into his.

"VYNCE BE-"

Right, dancing. That's what Vyncent was doing with him. Despite the tail, Vyncent was a horrible dancer without any balance. He figured he could learn from Will, even if he's never seen Will dance before. Could be half an excuse to hold his hand. Who knows, Vyncent won't tell.

Will was definitely stronger then Vyn was remembering, catching his arm and pulling him back up and sending a shiver down Vyncent's spine.

"Are you feeling good Vynce? You- Oh man you are so red, did you get sick again?" Will started laughing a bit.

"I'm feeling fine, perfect and normal, just...wanna keep trying?"

"Yeah, sure, I'll start the music back up."

Vyncent thought he knew the tune from show with gems and magic they watched once, but decided to go without comment. He's holding onto Will’s hand, and he finds his gaze going back to Will's eyes. Oh my fuck, his eyes are entrancing. He keeps stumbling around because rather then focus on his feet, though Will doesn't seem to be holding up too much better. Despite it, he keeps giggling and laughing as he looks at Vyncent, and Vyncent gets redder and starts laughing too as they fumble around their own feet.

Of course, the stumbling on Vyncent's end only ends with one way, falling forward onto Will, knocking them both to the floor. His face is just about a dagger away from Will’s. The only noise at the moment is the faint song playing. Vyncent's just looking at Will, who blinks back at him. Will just starts laughing again. Vyncent feels his heart skip beats and his tail swish and even his ears flutter slightly, turning reds he doesn't know are okay. It's hitting him all at once at just how pretty he finds William Wisp with his not-exactly-right laugh and the tremble in his lips before he speaks and the way his hands seem to grip either just too tight or just too weakly, unaware of their strength, and just every small thing he's heard someone call strange of The Wisperer.

Basically, Vyncent cannot get the thought of just how wonderful Will looks and is.

"We're really bad at this, huh?"

"I thought you'd know this a bit better..."

"Wh- Okay, *why* exactly would I know how to dance?"

"...You're awesome like that?"

"Vyncent, I can barely even use my legs right let alone- just-" He snickers about it. "Me? Dancing?"

"I'm not that observant!" Vyncent noted the way Will tapped his left pointer finger on the floor with his nail, a heart beat pattern almost. He was happy, that's good, and totally not an observant thing to pick up on.

William smirked a little bit. "Imagine if we were dancing heroes." The idea sent a visible shiver down Vyncent's back, and once again did Will start laughing, Vyncent laughing with him. Nothing was funny, it was all just stupid, yet maybe it felt so ridiculous to Vyncent for any of this. William was too pretty for focus, and he tried to get him to teach him to dance without any reason.He wouldn't have been like this before, but he didn't mind how it's changed where he's red on the floor, laughing with his best friend. Feelings are weird, so is he, and maybe it doesn't matter if Vyncent was thinking of William deeper. He can pretend it's a new normal.

[l-norris]

Canadian GP 2024 Recap

This is becoming a series now I fear.

This race was utter madness and I was in SHAMBLES by the end of it.

Enjoy me going crazy for the next few paragraphs.

As last time, numbers in brackets are laps. (That I definitely didn't forget to add the first few laps)

PRE-RACE

- Ruth Buscombe calling Esteban "Estie bestie"😶‍🌫️

- Beautiful anthem!

- Apparently Yuki was late for the anthem? Bro's getting detention💀

- Zak and Toto chatting away

- Landoscar spotted‼️

- Danny Ric getting his shoes cleaned like the king he is

RACE!

- The intro is playing and I'm anxiously chewing on my fingernails already

- Accidentally had German commentary on - disgusting

- It's pissing down by the way.

- This one will need actual strategies... rip to Ferrari.

- Logan outqualified Checo just as a reminder

- Saubers starting from pitlane

- Carnage? Yes? No? We'll see.

- The pre-race anxiety keeps building up

- Formation lap starting!

- We get it Crofty, they resurfaced the track.

- Formation lap complete.

- IT'S LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

- No crashes into the first two turns?

- Nevermind, someone went flying (Pierre pushed Checo into the grass)

- George is still in the lead! YIPPEE!

- Charles fumbled😞

- Carlos fumbled too😭

- Horrible day for Tifosi 2.0

- Kmag gaining like 100 positions in 2 laps

-Funky Danish man just FLEW to P4

- CHARLES ENGINE ISSUES? DON'T DO THIS TO ME

- 1st yellow flag. Oh Logan...

- At least he's back to pace

- Lewis binning it

- Fernando almost kissing the fucking wall lmao

- Kmag 8 second pitstop rip

- Daniel apparently did a false start🫣

- It's not raining anymore apparently but no slicks in sight just yet (understandably so)

- Hulk is holding onto these full wets like a lifeline

- Hulk train!

- Daniel 5 second penalty😮‍💨

- Max is closing in on George

- Lando closing in on Max and George

- Yeah, uh... Haas fumbled btw

- Lando keeps setting fastest laps

- Max went wide omg

- Lando is catching Max (17)

- DRS enabled (18)

- Oscar fastes lap (19)

- HELP THIS IS SO NERVE WRACKING

- LANDO OVERTOOK MAX

- LANDO ON THE WAY TO THE LEAD

- HE'S LEADIIIIING (22)

- AND MAX PASSES GEORGE AS WELL

- Oh my God this is stressful

- Lando is driving like his life is depending on it

- I mean... it kinda is.

- both Ferraris out of the points by the way... sigh

- quick toilet break, hope I don't miss anything

- Jinxed it. I missed a crash. Hm.

- SAFETY CAR. (26)

- ... Of course it was Logan... poor man

- Lando missed the chance to pit😭

- There's still hope for Lando.

- He pits (27)

- ... He came back in third...

- "FUCK!" As Lando once said

- Let's hope Lando can pick up the pace again after this

- Charles retiring?? Restarting the car?? Idk man.

- HUH??? Also on slicks? (28)

- Safety Car in (29)

- 40 laps to go

- Pain and suffering

- Ferrari fucked it

- Lewis is probably rethinking if he wants to join Ferrari after all rn

- And Charles is back in the pits😮‍💨

- Charles is getting lapped now. Fun. (37)

- Lando is my last hope

- I'm so tired (no literally I should be getting ready to go to bed lmao)

- DRS would be nice right about now

- IT HAS BEEN ENABLED (40)

- We have 30 laps to go and I'm seriously debating on whether I should just go to bed

- Pierre is on slicks (41)

- And immediately bins it (but saves it)

- Lando is lawnmowing

- Charles is retiring (43)

- I can't do this no more

- Slicks are coming out

- Lando stays out??

- Overcut? (44)

- OVERCUT!

- ... nevermind...

- And George got Lando too🫣

- Nevermind ahaha he's back up in 2nd

- Max complaining and setting fastest laps continuously.

- Checo fucked his rearwing

- Carlos binned it

- Which made Alex bin it

- Safety Car 2.0

- Both Ferrari out😮‍💨

- Both Williams out🫣

- I'm seeing a pattern here.

- oh no hopefully I'm not jinxing it

- Max is pulling away... yawn...

- 7 laps left

- George binning it while trying to overtake Oscar

- Let Oscar cook Goddammit!

- Oscar has to deal with Lewis now

- Aaaand he's gone.

- Oscar is struggling man

- Merc boys battling it out over P3

- Yuki destroying that one damn bollard everyone ignores consistently (thank you king)

- Lando wanting a Safety Car (same)

- But alas... Max Verstappen wins once more.

- I honestly turned off the broadcast as soon as the top 3 crossed the finish line

- I stayed up late for THIS???

- Conflicted whether it was worth it or not tbh

- Like yes it was an exciting race BUT😭

- I want my McLaren double podium RIGHT NOW

All in all, it was a pretty chaotic race. Yeah. That sums it up pretty well.

[mebiselfandi]

Title: Cherry Blossoms

Summary: Luka and Sergio get lost in Japan(I'm so horrible at summaries I'm sorry 😭)

Pairings: Luka Modric/Sergio Ramos, Modramos Tags: Just tooth rotting fluff, angry Luka

A/N: I'm not sure where this was meant to go but it's pretty uneventful. It's completely safe for Ramadan. Nothing explicit. Also I don't know how trains work so don't mind how I started waffling when I was talking about the schedule😭😭

“Sergio come on just pass it over.”

“Just hold on I think I’m getting the hang of it.”

“No, you’re really not,” Luka bit out growing increasingly annoyed as he watched Sergio continue to fumble with the map and the train schedule they’d been given by Marcelo before they left the hotel, “just give them to me.” He said impatiently as finally Sergio handed the map and the schedule over.

The map was a mess. Having been turned over and over and crumpled between Sergio’s hands with each sharp turn the trains took. He couldn’t understand a word but he could easily recognize that somewhere between the 4 trains they’d taken they had most definitely gotten lost. Slowly the regret and dismay of even agreeing to Sergio’s ‘let’s go exploring come on it’ll be fun’ was starting to sink in. Luka’s mood was quickly souring and each lurch of the train was only serving to increase his anger. He was getting hot and stuffy and the occasional brushes of strangers knees and hands against him in the much too overcrowded train was making him feel sick. Trying to focus on the map was a lost cause. Half of it being in Japanese was no help and the small symbols only floated mockingly in front of his eyes in a swirl of confusion. The schedule was no better but at least it was in English. His hazy eyes scoured the time listings but he could barely make sense of it. Train 1 left at 2 o’clock. Train 2 at 3 o’clock. And train 3 at 3:30. Hold on that can’t be right. The third train they took left at 4 o’clock. The train they were on right now according to the map and the schedule was taking them the complete opposite way they needed to be. He felt that same queasiness from earlier begin to take effect again at the realization.

“Luka, are you okay?” Sergio asked worriedly.

“Yeah I’m just peachy.” Luka replied flatly, green faced and slightly foul tempered. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the window trying to reign in both his mood and his churning stomach. “We need to get off this train,” he puffed out lowly. He let Sergio softly open his hand and take the schedule out to examine it.

“Okay, just a couple more minutes before we arrive at the next stop,” he muttered as he tucked the schedule away. He reached down into his backpack before pulling out his water bottle and handing it to Luka, “here drink this, you’ll feel better,” he said soothingly.

Luka took it gratefully and swallowed a few sips before the train came to one final lurch. The doors opened wide as the crowd quickly filtered out of the compartment. Sergio quickly gathered the lengthy map and picked up his and Luka’s backpacks from the floor before grabbing onto Luka’s hand and pulling them both out into the bustling station. He weaved the two of them in and out of crowds and in between rushing families and loud businessmen. Finally they made it out to the entrance and he could feel Luka’s grip slightly loosen as the smaller man took in a deep breath. Sergio let him catch his breath a bit more before muttering out a soft “come on” and dragging them further away from the station.

Neither of them were all too sure where exactly they were. The outside of the station was practically deserted which contrasted greatly with how overflowing it was inside the station. With each step they took away from the station, Luka let himself relax more and more. He was still slightly angry for allowing Sergio to get them lost but he had to admit wherever they were was beautiful. They had managed to wander into a park and he let Sergio pull him towards a bench under the shade of a cherry blossom overlooking a small lake. Luka was actually quite thrilled to discover their trip would coincide with the blooming season of the flowers; having always wanted to see them in person. However right now he still felt a little too hot and bothered to completely admire them.

Sergio watched Luka carefully as he lifted up the hem of the blue sweater he was wearing and pulled it over his head. In just his tank top and shorts, Luka felt like he could breathe much better. Sergio took Luka’s sweater and folded it up for him, placing it in the bag before shifting closer to him. He flung one arm around Luka’s shoulder and pressed his thigh into Luka’s as he turned to face the smaller man.

“Are you okay now?” He asked, his voice still slightly tinged with worry.

“Yeah I’m okay,” Luka replied but his folded arms and distant look towards the small ducks swimming peacefully on the lake said otherwise.

“Lukita what’s wrong?”

Luka stayed silent turning his face away from Sergio.

“Please talk to me Luka,” Sergio pleaded as he placed a hand on Luka’s thigh to try and grab his attention. Luka didn’t pull away at the gesture so Sergio had some hope that he wasn’t entirely mad at him. Sergio wasn’t dumb and he knew Luka only ever ignored him like this when he was being too stubborn for his own good. He was sure his multiple ‘Relax Lukita, I know where we’re going’ assurances and his absolute lack of direction in foreign countries had made Luka turn on him. He let out a low sigh as he contemplated how best to apologize to the smaller man before a small lightbulb switched on in his head.

Luka turned to face his now cold side as Sergio had gotten up so suddenly. He watched him walk around the cherry blossom in what looked to be deep concentration. He wasn’t all too sure what exactly Sergio was trying to do but he quickly looked away and pretended to not have been previously watching the man when he began to grin and walk back to the small bench, seemingly having found what he was looking for.

Sergio reassumed his previous position pressed up against Luka’s side, “Luka can you face me? Please?” Sergio asked cautiously. Luka wasn’t really that mad anymore(he could never stay mad at Sergio for long) but he was anxious to find out what Sergio was going to do so he slowly turned his head to face him. Arms still folded and face set in a blank stare, Luka saw Sergio falter a bit at his unhappy demeanor so he softened his eyes a little. Sergio felt a bit more courageous at the small show of affection and it spurred him on into what he had to say.

“I’m sorry I got us lost Lukita. I had the whole day planned out and I really just wanted to impress you,” he took a small break to finally open up his hand and reveal a pretty pink blossom in his palm. He gently brushed Luka’s hair behind his ear before slotting the pretty flower onto it. It looked even prettier in his Lukita’s hair and he couldn’t help the fond look that overtook his face at the sight of the rapidly blushing Croat. Luka’s eyes turned shifty and he averted his gaze from Sergio’s. “Please forgive me Luka,” Sergio mumbled sweetly into Luka’s temple as he leaned in close to nuzzle his face into his hair and smell the flowery scent from the blossom.

“I already forgave you Sese,” he muttered shyly as he uncrossed his arms and held onto Sergio’s biceps. Sergio sent him a big cheshire grin as he stared back into his eyes. He placed one more sweet kiss on the Croats cheek and even he couldn’t help the infectious laughter that bubbled out of him. He leaned in closer to Sergio’s warm side and allowed himself to be wrapped up in the other man’s arms.

Under the shade of the cherry blossom and with the gentle wind blowing pink petals all over the lake, a small bubble settled over the two of them. The soft pinks and purples of the now setting sun made them both feel so relaxed as they forgot the stresses of the day. Luka curled up further into Sergio’s arms and laid his head on his shoulder as Sergio began to rub small soothing circles into his slightly tense neck. Sergio let out a soft sigh as he felt Luka’s arms tighten around his waist and he laid his cheek onto the man’s head.

“Sese,” the smaller man muttered dreamily into his neck.

“Hm?” Luka could feel Sergio’s chest rumble with the hum.

“I might’ve forgiven you but we’re still lost,” he managed to say.

“You stress too much Lukita. Toni and Marcelo are already on their way to get us,” he hummed back, starting to feel worn out from the days events. He gave Luka’s neck a reassuring squeeze before pressing one more kiss into his hair and allowing them to both fall into a peaceful silence as they continued to watch the sun set.

Despite getting them lost and messing up the whole day he had planned out for them, Sergio wouldn’t have traded this moment for anything.

For @liverpool-enjoyer I hope you like it 🫣

Also special thanks to @kevjrr for picking them first😘

[harleybeaumont]

Unintentional

Chapter 15 - The Announcement

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Pairings - main: Liam x Maxwell, Drake x Riley

Series Synopsis- Since childhood, Liam has held a terrible secret that even he doesn't know about. As the years go by, he suspects more and more that there is something wrong with him. Can he put his life together and find happiness?

Series Warnings- language, drinking, violence, sexual assault, abuse, murder, homophobia, bullying, mentions of suicide.. Also there will be lemons in some chapters. 

Chapter rating/warnings- Mature /homophobic comments

Word count- 2,370

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Chapter 15 - The Announcement

The next morning, Liam awoke to the warmth of Maxwell’s body against his. He opened his eyes, his heart soaring as he saw the engagement ring on Maxwell's left hand, which was wrapped around Liam’s waist. Max was still sound asleep, his head against Liam’s shoulder, his gorgeous chest rising and falling with each breath. Liam couldn’t do anything but grin. How was he so lucky? 

Liam snuggled as close as he could to Max, while his hands were still cuffed to the bedpost. Last night felt like an amazing dream. Everything had turned out perfectly. Dinner, the boat ride, the blue lights he attached to the boat, the proposal.. And especially the amazing, intimate night the two of them had shared together afterwards. Life was good, great even.

Liam’s cell phone buzzed insistently on the bedside table, but without Max uncuffing him, he obviously couldn’t get it. Eh, let it go to voicemail. Liam sighed and rested his head against Maxwell’s, but before he could go back to sleep, his phone buzzed again. Then Maxwell’s started ringing.

“Hey.. babe, your phone.” Liam whispered, causing Max to wake up and look around in confusion as both of their phones continued ringing.

Max fumbled with his cell phone, placing it to his ear as he lay back next to Liam. “Yello?” He mumbled and rubbed his tired eyes. “What?!” Max shot up, gripping the phone tighter, looking back at Liam.

“What? What is it? Who is it?” Liam searched Maxwell’s stricken face. Clearly something horrible had happened. “Max! Is everyone ok?”

Maxwell blinked back tears, “Hang on a sec, Ri.” 

It was Riley… That means something awful must have happened to Drake! “Oh god, is Drake ok?!”

Max dropped the phone and quickly unlocked Liam’s cuffs. “Yes. Everyone is ok, babe.”

He grabbed the phone off of the bed and put it on speaker. “Hey Ri, Liam’s here with me. Can you, uh.. Repeat what you told me?”

Riley sighed deeply. “God.. I’m so sorry about this, guys. It looks like the world found out about your engagement already. The media is going insane.”

Liam felt his heart drop into his stomach. “How?! How did anyone find out!? Everything was kept private and on our own property!”

“The story apparently came from one of your staff who gave a tell-all interview.” They heard Riley speaking to Drake in the background. “Ya baby, Liam knows.”

“Hey, Li.” Drake said sadly. “It may be better if you two don’t go on social media for a while? Just.. until this dies down.”

“What the hell?” Liam scrubbed a hand down his face. “Is it really that bad?!”

Drake went silent for a moment. “Just.. you know how some people are.”

Right. Of course. It all made sense now. It wasn’t the fact that people were excited that the prince was engaged. They were appalled that he was engaged to a man. Liam sighed. “Well.. thanks for the warning. I guess I need to call the family press secretary. Although I’m sure he’s heard by now.”

“Sorry guys,” Drake said sadly. “I really wanted to call and congratulate you on your engagement today. Not.. this.”

“It’s ok.” Max said sadly as he twirled the engagement ring on his finger.

“Well..” Riley said into the phone. “Fuck it. Congratulations anyway. I love you two and I- we are so happy for you both. Fuck everyone else. You’re supposed to be basking in the afterglow of your amazing night, not dealing with nosy idiots.”

Liam couldn’t help but chuckle. “Thank you Riley.”

Max rested his hand on top of Liams and gave him a rueful smile. “I’ll call you later ok, Ri?”

“Ok, Maxey. Love you guys.”

“Love you too.”

Liam and Maxwell spent an exhausting day with palace security and their press secretary, Javier. It hadn’t been difficult to weed out who went to the press. The housekeeper had turned in her resignation that very morning, and had coincidentally started driving a brand new sports car later that day. Someone clearly paid her a lot of money for that information. 

Liam couldn’t help but read some of the headlines as they popped up at the top of his cell phone. 

“We must push back to reclaim our country's core values.”

“Prince engaged to a Lord? How far have our leaders fallen from the traditional image of Cordonia?”

“In light of Prince Liam’s recent engagement, Cordonian citizens push council to overturn gay marriage rights.”

“Murder and homosexuality: Just what is happening in the home of the Royal family?”

“‘Not in my chapel’ - Archbishop Franklin Delany explains why he won’t be presiding over this royal union.”

Liam threw his phone into a chair across the room before he could read anymore. This couldn't be happening. He knew there could be some backlash, but he never expected it to be this bad. How were people so hateful and intolerant? His stomach was beginning to churn as Maxwell entered the room.

“Hey.” Max dropped onto the couch next to Liam, resting his head on Liam’s shoulder. “You read some of them, didn’t you? The headlines?”

Liam sighed, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Unfortunately.”

Max squeezed Liam’s knee, before letting his hand rest on his thigh. “Me too.”

Liam sat up and touched Maxwell’s cheek softly. Max shouldn’t have to read that shit. It made his heart hurt even more now that he knew Maxwell was hurting. “I’m.. sorry,” was all that Liam could get out before the tears began to fall from his eyes.

“Don’t be. Despite all of this.. I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life.” Max smiled sincerely at him. “I mean.. We’re engaged. We're engaged Liam! And no bigoted assholes are going to change that.” Max leaned forward and met Liam for a soft kiss, wiping the tears from his cheeks. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to let them bring me down.”

Liam smiled and kissed Max once more. “Darling, you are incredible. You never cease to amaze me with your optimism.”

Max smirked as he straddled Liam’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. “Is my optimism the only thing about me that amazes you?”

Liam held Max closely, bringing his lips forward and meeting him in a sultry kiss that left both of them breathless. “Everything about you amazes me.”

Suddenly the door burst open and Eleanor shrieked and quickly spun around to face away from them. “Oh God, I’m sorry!”

Liam and Max laughed, and Maxwell climbed off of his lap. “It’s fine, mother. Nothing untoward was happening.”

Eleanor chuckled as she turned around to face them. “Well, either way.. I’m so glad everything hasn’t put any distance between the two of you.”

“Of course not.” Liam remarked as he smiled at Max beside him.

“Has Javi had any good ideas on how to deal with this?”

“He wants me to make a press release,” Liam sighed, running his hands through his hair. “But I can't stand the thought of facing these people now that I know how they feel.”

“Baby.” Eleanor placed a comforting hand on her son’s shoulder. “They don’t all feel that way. Remember, the loudest voice in the room seldom belongs to the most intelligent mind.” She took Max and Liam’s hands in hers. “I read so many uplifting and caring articles today.. People who are thrilled for you two. Unfortunately they were overshadowed today, but soon.. you’ll see. People are better than you think.”

Liam and Max both had tears in their eyes as Eleanor continued to comfort them. “And I am beyond thrilled for you two! If you didn’t already know from the way I screamed after you told me last night.”

Liam smiled warmly at his mother. He was so thankful to have her in his life. “I love you so much.”

“We both do,” Max said, wiping a tear from his cheek as he smiled at his future mother-in-law.

“And I love you, my boys. Now.. I just finished baking a blueberry pie. Who wants some?”

“Heck yes!” Max jumped up and they all chuckled together before heading to the kitchen.

____________________________________

The next morning Liam stood at a podium in the palace gardens with his prepared speech in hand. This was going to be a short and sweet announcement. He wouldn’t be answering any questions about the leak or responding to the negative comments. 

Liam had given plenty of speeches to the press, but this one had his hands trembling. He was about to officially come out to the entire world- the first prince in Europe to ever publicly come out. Maxwell was seated behind him along with Eleanor and their press secretary. He shot a quick glance at his fiance who flashed him a grin and mouthed ‘love ya, hot stuff’. Liam chuckled softly and his heart warmed as he remembered why he was making this announcement. He was engaged to the man he loved more than anything in the world. There was no reason to be nervous. It’s not like he had anything to be ashamed of!

He took a deep breath and smiled at the crowd and the dozens of cameras pointed at him. “Thank you all for coming today. I have an announcement that I would like to share with my fellow Cordonians, as well as the world.” The crowd had gone completely silent and he flipped to the next card, “I would like you to join me in celebrating my recent engagement.. To Lord Maxwell Beaumont.”

The crowd erupted into loud chatter as reporters and citizens alike began talking over one another. Cameras were flashing and questions were being lobbed left and right. Liam held out a hand, calling for silence and the group finally settled down enough for him to speak. “I am not taking questions at this time, but we plan to keep the public in the loop as far as wedding plans go. We already have made arrangements for an engagement photo shoot which will be released in Trend very soon. I thank you all for coming today and for sharing my and Lord Beaumont’s joy as we move forward in our relationship. Thank you.”

Liam turned away from the podium and the room erupted in questions once more. He shared a look with Max as he made his way over to him, ready to head back inside the palace. The shouts from reporters were nearly all the same with “traditional image” and “values” and “scandal” being used multiple times. But he didn’t miss the “congratulations” and “inspiring” and “adorable couple” comments either. Those were a welcome change. Eleanor clasped Liam’s hand with a smile and headed down the steps first. Liam placed a hand on Maxwell’s lower back, guiding him down the stairs in front of him. Suddenly an abrasive shout rang out more clearly than the rest.

“Your Highness, is that why you and Lord Beaumont killed your father?”

Liam, Max, and Eleanor spun around and saw a reporter who had pushed his way toward the front of the crowd climbing onto the stage. Security was already moving forward to apprehend the man, but he just shouted louder as he backed away.

“It makes sense doesn't it?! Our beloved King Constantine, God rest his soul, was vehemently against gay marriage. Now he turns up mysteriously dead and his son is engaged to a man!”

Liam felt the air leave his lungs and his legs froze in place. Sure, he had heard the rumors about someone in the royal family possibly killing Constantine, but usually they just speculated that it was Leo since he was next in line for the throne. This theory was a first as far as he knew.

And they just had to drag Max into it.. The very thought threatened to make Liam physically ill.

Eleanor grasped one of Liam’s hands tightly and Max grasped the other. “Liam, don’t listen to him. Let’s just get back inside and we’ll deal with this later,” Eleanor whispered.

Liam took a step toward the man, ignoring his mother’s warnings. The man was now being detained by security, but he continued to shout from the other side of the stage. “You two killed him, didn’t you? You killed him so you could live peacefully in sin! The entire royal family is now an abomination!”

Liam wasn’t even sure what he was going to say, but he continued to make his way over to the scuffle where the man was now being thrown to the floor and handcuffed. The reporters and camera crews were watching, clearly enraptured with the footage they were getting.

The man's voice was more muffled with his face pressed into the ground, but his words were clear as day. “Justice for King Constantine! Put those traitors in prison!”

Liam watched from the stage as the man was dragged away by security. Suddenly the press began shouting.

“Your Highness, how do you respond to these allegations?”

“Do you have any idea who killed your father?”

“Did you and Lord Beaumont have anything to do with the King’s death?”

"Was it all Lord Maxwell's idea?"

Liam let out a devastated sigh as he looked into the crowd. This was never going to end. Even what was supposed to be a ‘joyous’ announcement got ruined because of him. 

Lies. Pain. Regret. Murder. This was his life. And he was a tremendous burden on everyone around him. It was time to fix things for good.

He turned to his mother with a pained look in his eye, and she shook her head quickly. “Liam, don’t..”

Liam raised his hand to the crowd, calling for silence.

“Oh my God, what is he doing?!” Max said to her in panic.

Liam looked at Maxwell and his mother and mouthed, “I’m sorry.” He turned back to the crowd who had finally quieted down. Before he could think better of what he was about to do, he spoke, “I have something to say about my father’s death.. There is only one person responsible. And that person is-”

“Me.”

A hush fell over the crowd and Liam’s heart sank when he saw the person beside him who just confessed to Constantine’s murder. 

His mother.

[sseanettles]

nothing grows in corpses (in the earth of me)

dream x hob gadling | mature | Finally cross-posting my take on the fandom classic of the show progresses as the comics do, even to The Wake. Until Death resurrects Morpheus and forces the choice of "redemption" upon him instead of suicide. It goes...horribly. No good. Very bad. Instead of learning the lesson, Morpheus (in his infinite wisdom) opts instead for a highly effective existence strike until one day Hob Gadling stumbles upon his ghastly handiwork and immediately decides that this just won't do. Man Who Refuses To Die vs. Man Who Refuses To Live: fight.

Dead Dove, Do Not Eat for the following: graphic depictions of starvation, illness, suicidal ideation, self-harm, blood and gore, loss of autonomy, etc. etc. This is some classic old world whump, folks! But I promise it's also supremely healing in the end.

CH. 11: atlantic, pt. 2 | 3.2 k | AO3 link | prev part | next part

(or: the one where a necromancer, a talking bird, and an immortal walk into a flat...)

Something was half-crouched on his landing: something slight with long dark hair, an expensive winter trench coat, and a massive raven perched on its shoulder. It was looking down, tucking its lockpick away into a black leather physician’s bag, and so had not yet seen him in this heartbeat of an opening. The ozone stench was now overpowering and unmistakable.

Magic.

In the fraction of a second it had taken him to open the door and appraise the situation, the intruder’s head had also begun its upright snap, and Robert Gadling passed his judgement.

“AXE!” a man’s croaking caw of a voice screamed. “AXE, AXE, DUCK—”

“SHIT—” the young woman shouted, and Hob grunted as she dropped near-flat to the floor and the hatchet bit deep into the wall instead of her skull. The raven flapped its wings in a panic, going to take flight and cawing in distress as its talons instead snagged in the wool of her coat and held it firm. Its wings continued to beat about in a frenzy, smacking her in the head and partially blinding her as she fumbled her way upright and tried to shove the bird away, and Hob seized again the moment of surprise.

He ripped the axe free of the plaster and swung in the same backhanded strike, not about to waste the momentum, and a thrill of huntsman’s delight ignited through him as he felt the tell-tale judder of a glancing contact up his arm.

The woman cried out in pain and grabbed her ribs where the sappy, sullied blade had met its mark. Blood welled and seeped between her fingers like a spring, and her breath turned to a pained, startled thing.

Without pause, Hob kicked.

His bare foot struck her gut in a bone-breaking sidekick, and down the stairs she went, with such force and speed that Hob knew even before she landed that when she did, her skull would crack and her spine would segment upon the edges of the steps. He would have a body to dispose of, sure, but he’d done it before. Most importantly, they’d be safe. His Stranger would be safe—

His opponent’s arm snapped back with near-unnatural speed and splayed fingers, and Hob watched with widening eyes and a hardening battle stance as she bellowed a wrathful command in immaculate Latin.

An invisible force caught her a hair’s breadth before her fatal impact and shoved her right back onto her feet. She moved with such force that a spray of blood flecked the walls and floor in her wake, and she buckled forward on landing, catching herself on the steps as she gripped her ribs. The raven flapped frantically about the narrow hall, finally having ripped itself free from her coat, shouting intelligibly all the while, and she rose in a crouching stance of her own that left her mirrored to Gadling half a flight above her.

Her hair hung in her face, the strands blowing beneath her puffing breaths, and when she looked with a seething snarl from her wound to the man who’d dealt it to her, Hob’s heart stopped.

Impossible. That was impossible.

Hob Gadling stared directly into the face of Lady Johanna Constantine.

“That was a good shirt, you fucker!” she snapped, the blood still coursing from her ribs, and Hob barely had time to process the rougher accent in a voice he’d known as painfully posh—to connect a burglar with the spirit of a bar brawler to 18th century nobility—before her bloodied hands extended to him in a snap. Her fingers crooked and contorted on a wave of shouted incantation, and—

Fuck.

Hob ducked behind his arms as he caught a battering ram of flame and hell-screams to his chest, and the ground disappeared from beneath his feet. His ears shrieked in pain alongside the tortured chorus; his body seared. And quite suddenly the ground was back as he crashed to the floor and slammed into the base of their kitchen island with a choking cry of pain as one of the bar stools shattered into pieces beneath him.

For a moment, everything went black. And as it returned in pulses of color and light, Hob struggled to move and took inventory of every pain. 

Ribs broken. Spine bruised, possible fractures on the middling vertebrae. Fracture to the left arm. Bone bruise to the hip and tailbone. Concussion. Possible ruptured eardrums. Surface level burns. 

This was going to suck.

“Find him!” Johanna shouted and stormed the steps.

Stranger. Hob gasped and groaned and stared across his floorboards in a twisted echo of his waking this morning as he struggled to break through the paralyzing pain. Stranger….

But upon the bed, buried beneath pillows and blankets, Morpheus did not succumb to terror or adrenaline-fueled fight. Instead, he blinked. 

He knew that voice.

Hob watched Johanna’s boots breach the threshold of his home, and he pushed the last of his pain from his mind. An almighty roar burst from his throat as he surged to his feet, fueling himself on his cry and desperation alone, and snatched up the axe as he went to hurl it at the impossible magician. She only just ducked its blinding flight, sending it slamming into the bedroom door instead of her chest, but it was enough. For when she turned back, Hob was upon her, knocking first one arm down and then the other before clamping his hands about her throat. Her chant choked, turned garbled, and she gasped and struck at his hands, his arms, his face.

He weathered her assault with shut eyes, allowing her to open as many wounds as she liked as he wrenched her sideways and struggled against her own surprising strength. He’d take her down to the floor, straddle her, and use his full weight to crush her neck. It was messier than he would like, and the wounds he’d gain in the meantime would be harder to explain. But it would be over.

In his bed, Morpheus struggled with his coverings, wrenching his way out of each layer with heavy, panting breaths and strength that weakened by the second. Gadling’s yells as they fought, overlaying Constantine’s increasingly frantic chokes, were battlefield cries, and Morpheus knew enough about mankind and enough about this particular man to know he was not going to stop. This was the heat of battle; this was blood-sight; this was a man protecting that which he cherished in his own home. This was an engagement with only one outcome: the necromancer’s death or Hob’s truly grotesque dispatchment at the hands of her twisted magic.

Neither was acceptable.

He hauled himself onto his forearms from beneath the blankets and struggled to claw his way up the back of the sofa.

The world had almost gone dark in Constantine’s eyes, her face mottled and purpled, her throat bruised in a relentless ring that would accompany her to her grave, when she finally landed her blow.

Her knee snapped into Hob’s groin with all that remained of her strength, and as he doubled over in a gasping groan, releasing her throat with one hand but not the other, she slammed her elbow into the exposed base of his skull.

Hob’s world went white with fissuring pain. His breath stopped. His grip on Constantine’s throat relinquished, sliding instead to anchor on the collar of her coat to keep himself upright, and she seized him by the front of his shirt, keeping him doubled over before her in a mockery of a bow as she breathed freely once more. Unseen above him, she pulled her elbow back for a second, killing blow to break the very top of his spine.

“You fucked with the wrong person, mate,” she panted.

Her arm cocked back the last degree.

“Constantine?”

Both Hob and Johanna’s heads whipped around to look at the sofa, the speed of the turn tipping Hob over into a nearly capsized kneel. Johanna let him fall and gripped her ribs instead in grimacing pain. Morpheus peeked at them both from over the top of the couch, nothing more than a thinned shock of black hair atop the very pale upper half of a face and scrawny arms that clung to the furniture and only just kept its sunken eyes high enough to see the room.

“Endless?” Constantine called, squinting through her oxygen-starved dizziness.

She had barely gotten a look at him before there came a great, cawing cry from the stairs, and a torpedo of black feathers and talons tore across the room to dive-bomb their mutual friend’s face.

“BOOOOOSSSSSSS—”

Morpheus ducked too late as Matthew struck him full in the head.

“Boss?! Oh man, oh man, boss, Morpheus—”

Morpheus’ fragile hands settled upon a body just as delicate, and its feathers ruffled to twice its normal size on a trill both mournful and moved at his touch.

“Matthew?” he murmured. The trill turned to gurgling coos, and that beak that had spoken enough nonsense to drive Morpheus mad set to his shorn hair in a frenzy of preening and affectionate nips. Amid all the pecks, sometimes, he would just lay his head atop his former master’s, pressing the underside of his beak and his throat flush to the once more feverish skin, and let out another rattling gurgle. Morpheus held him as close as he dared, as tight as he dared, and buried his face against the ruffled feathers as he breathed.

“Matthew…”

He still smelled of dreamstuff, of a place and time now far beyond his reach. Of home.

Hob looked between the sofa and Constantine, trying and failing to look dignified as his vision continued to lighten and darken in turns, and he almost tipped over altogether. “Hob Gadling,” he groaned and extended a wavering hand up to her. “That one’s best friend.”

She regarded him, panting still, holding her side together, and shook his hand.

“Johanna Constantine.”

“I know,” he groaned and finally toppled, rolling onto his singing back while still holding his semi-fetal position and massaging his aching head. She watched him go, unimpressed. “Never break into my flat again.”

“You’ve got no argument from me there, bruv,” she scoffed and peeked at the wound beneath her hands before redoubling her pressure. She made a beeline for his kitchen and snatched up the dish towel, wadding it into the cut. “What’re you doing? Throwing axes at people like a goddamn huntsman—”

Hob gaped from between his fingers, and gingerly allowed his spine to flatten.

“Me?!” he demanded. “Who are you, breaking into homes and slinging magic—”

“—at least have some modernity or style to your—”

Hob forced himself onto one swaying elbow, not quite making it all the way upright and still bracing his head. “Modernity or style?”

“Hey, both of you, shut up!” Matthew snapped and appeared once more on the back of the sofa in a fluttering of wings. For a raven, he looked decidedly unwell. “Jo…you, uh…” His feathers ruffled in a shiver. “You better get over here.”

Constantine glared down at Hob, and he quickly held up both hands where she could see them.

“I found him like that,” he said before she could speak and took pains to keep his words low as he continued his warning. “It’s…it’s not pretty. But you’ve got to understand, it’s already a little better than it was yesterday.”

The new Constantine stepped away from him toward the sofa, her distrust still apparent in the way she watched him over her shoulder all the way. The raven—Matthew, apparently—looked genuinely disturbed as she came, as if he were trying to play off distraught as mild concern. Hob couldn’t blame him.

“He looks worse than he did in Hell. The new kid wasn’t exaggerating.”

Dream, Hob realized as he let his head thump back to the floor in a spin of vertigo. Dream sent them.

He pinched his nose as he fully processed his insight. 

That kid needs to learn how to talk to people.

Finally, Johanna saw what lied in the bed.

“Oh fuck,” she blurted, and Hob slowly brought himself upright into a nonplussed seat as she…fled. The woman who had just dropped him while on the brink of death herself walked right out of the flat onto the landing and leaned against the wall, bracing her head on her forearm and breathing deeply with her eyes shut. She looked distinctly ill.

After a moment, she straightened herself back out, took a deep breath, and walked back in with her typical imperviousness as if nothing at all had happened. Hob tracked her as she came, and she stopped at Morpheus’ bedside with both hands pressed to her ribs.

“Sorry. You just…you look like Rachel did.”

I know passed between them unspoken, carried in Morpheus’ sunken eyes and the press of his newly split lips.

“Thought you died,” she challenged.

Morpheus raised a single eyebrow in an echo of old.

“I…did,” he whispered, and Constantine didn’t seem fazed in the slightest by his ghastly voice. She removed her coat in an awkward shuffle and draped it along the armchair like a tarp for her blood before flopping into it and kicking her boots up on the edge of his bed.

“Didn’t take, huh?”

Morpheus swallowed and tried as best as he could to wet his drying mouth before managing his answer. “Should…have….”

She looked to Gadling, and her silently questioning stare demanded if he was to blame for this. He lurched to his feet with a groan.

“Family had other plans.”

“Good riddance,” she scoffed. “Welcome to being human, though. We don’t like to let people tap out early, us.” She prodded him with her toe, as if he were nothing but an old friend, and Morpheus scowled as he moved to intercept her and push her from his space.

As he did, Constantine caught sight of his gut, and she sat upright like a shock.

“Shit,” she said, “are you bleeding?”

“Oh, fuck!” Matthew blurted, and Hob stumbled to join them, bracing himself on the bed and chair as he came. Sure enough, a new bloom of crimson spread along Morpheus’ stomach, weeping as well from the dressings on his hip and knee. Morpheus blinked, stunned, as he stared down at himself.

“Shit,” Hob groaned and sat beside him, catching Morpheus’ hands as he moved to examine the blood. “Easy, Stranger. Probably don’t even feel this right now, do you?”

Morpheus shook his head in dazed quiet.

“Constantine, there’s a first aid kit in the bathroom beneath the sink, down the hall on the left—”

“Yeah, I’ve got you.”

He began to apply pressure to his stranger’s abdomen while Constantine went to fetch their next round of supplies, and he winced in sympathy as Morpheus swallowed a groan and tried to pull back from his ministrations.

“Sorry, mate…know this hurts,” he murmured and cast a dour eye to the bird. “So,” he began a touch coldly, “Dream sent you, then?”

“Hey, this one never mentioned you to me, okay?” Matthew immediately snapped back, indicating Morpheus below him and flapping his wings with a touch of indignation. “All Dream told me was that Morpheus was alive and that he was with someone named Hob Gadling, so I went to Constantine to help me out with locating you, and uh, it turns out that we both get a little paranoid. So, sue us.”

“You broke into my flat and tried to murder me.”

“Only after you tried to murder Constantine!”

“Well, that’s just tit for tat.”

“Enough,” Morpheus breathed. Sweat glistened a bit more heavily on his brow, his chest, and Hob gave him a teasing prod to draw his fading attention as he first increased the pressure on his stomach and then indicated their feathered companion.

“You never mentioned me to him?” It was a joke. He was joking. Mostly. “I’m your oldest friend, me.”

“…I think maybe he just wanted something that was only for himself,” Matthew answered slowly just as the silence among them was forging its way into uncomfortable territory. “Right, boss?”

Morpheus looked to Matthew with clear relief in his eyes and even gratitude in the way some of the harsher lines in his gaunt face softened. He nodded, small and true. The raven nodded back to him, almost bowing, and turned to Hob.

“So, you were the boss’ friend?”

“I am his friend.”

“Well, good,” Matthew said after a beat. He ruffled his feathers, shuffled the lay of his wings atop his back, and held his head high. “Me, too.”

“This what you wanted?” Constantine called as she returned, hefting the case in her hand.

“Yeah, perfect.” He took the box and indicated the armchair as he set to work preparing his field kit. “You sit, too. I’ll do you next.” 

“Bossy,” she muttered but accepted his offer with little resistance. “In all seriousness, you look like shit, Endless.”

“You…too…”

Hob hid his snorting laughter in a cough and focused with exaggerated intention on his task at hand. He re-sutured and repacked Morpheus’ wounds, his Stranger tensing and gritting his teeth beneath him on every pass. But never once did he cry out or weep.

“Fucker,” Johanna grinned.

“I’ve…been…known…to….”

Hob dropped his gauze in a start, and Johanna’s grin broadened with a snort as Matthew squawked, caught entirely off-guard.

“Boss!”

“What have you got him on?” she laughed, and Hob pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Too much narcotic apparently,” he said and had hardly taken up his supplies once more when a strange sound began. It was harsh and grating and sounded a bit like a dying donkey trying to bray, and….

And it was coming from his Stranger. 

Hob could only stare as the worst laughter he had ever heard in his life shook its way from his Stranger, who now grinned and snorted in his bed, utterly unguarded, like some kind of ghastly Halloween decoration. Constantine had similarly stiffened in her chair, staring at Morpheus as if expecting him to transform into some sort of doppelgänger demon-spawn.

Dream’s laughter outside Fawney Rig had been a dread sort of whimsical, horrible and delightful in its incongruence all at once, but this….

“Does he just sound like…that,” Hob asked as the hellish sound eventually tapered off into a dazed sort of half-sleep, half-stupor, “or is there something wrong here?”

“No idea—”

“Nope.” They looked to the raven atop the couch. “Nothing wrong.” Matthew watched his former master, his friend, slip into that senseless in-between of the narcotic high where little held to sanity or memory. He was sure Delirium was about to stop by sometime soon, not that the other two humans in the room knew anything about that. But if a raven could be described as content, as adoring, that was how Matthew watched Morpheus drift away. “He just sounds like that when he’s happy.”

Hob looked back to his Stranger. And the slowest grin spread across his face even as Constantine shuddered and set to work taking off her blood-soaked shirt so he could check her ribs.

“I love it,” he beamed and meant it with all his heart.

[lix88888]

Gingham

"Oh, you poor thing!"

Doroth-Ink put his hand over his chest with a sad look on his face; just seconds before, our plucky protagonist was skipping along the Rainbow Brick Road, just as Dream the Good Wizard of the North had told him, and then his beloved dog Toby started pulling at his blue gingham dress, directing him towards a frozen black-boned skeleton. He needed to be helped!

"He's all stuck! We need to find him some oil!" "What could oil do, Doroth-Ink?" said Sci, his companion. "My silly, no-brained friend, he's obviously rusted and needs to be oiled, so can move smoothly again!" Doroth-Ink said, looking around for what he needed.

Sci rubbed the general area where his the bridge of his nose would be, if he had one (a nose, not a bridge). "Doroth-Ink, for the last time, when I said I don't have a brain I meant it in a purely physiological way, I'm a skeleton! It doesn't mean I'm dumb, you ALSO don't have a brain!" "Well, that's very rude of you to say."

Sci took a deep breath.

"And besides, look at him, he has a reboot bar over his head, he doesn't need oil, just time." Doroth-Ink, however, ignored him, as he had found an oil can. Just as the bar was approaching 100%, out protagonist grabbed the can and dumped it all over the frozen skeleton, who sputtered and fumbled.

"𝕎𝓱ａt t𝓱乇 千𝓾ᶜķ?!(WHAT THE FUCK?!)" "It worked, I saved him!"

The formerly frozen skeleton turned to look at his saviour with a glare. "𝕎𝓱σ t𝓱Ｅ ⓕ𝕌𝓬𝕂 ＡяＥ 𝕪σ𝕌?!(Who the fuck are you?!)" "I'm Doroth-Ink! And who are you, friend?" "千𝕌𝓬𝕂 σⓕⓕ!(Fuck off!)" "What an interesting name! And why were you stuck, Fuck Off?"

The black-boned skeleton looked at Doroth-Ink in disbelief, unsure of whether he was being made fun of, and at that point Sci sighed and came closer.

"He really is like this, don't mind him. My name is Sci. Do you need help?" "𝕎𝓱𝕪 Ⓦσ𝕌𝔩𝓭 ι ŇＥＥ𝓭 𝓱Ｅ𝔩ｐ ⓕяσ爪 𝕪σ𝕌 ⓌＥ𝐢я𝓭σş?!(Why would I need help from you weirdos?!)" "Hey, just because he doesn't have a brain, it doesn't mean he's weird!"

Once again, the black-boned skeleton was stunned, and he said: "𝓱Ｅ'ş Ａ ş𝕂Ｅ𝔩ＥtσŇ, σⓕ 𝓬σ𝕌яşＥ 𝓱Ｅ 𝓭σＥşŇ't 𝓱ＡѶＥ Ａ ᵇяＡ𝐢Ň.(He's a skeleton, of course he doesn't have a brain.)" "Thank you, someone gets it. Doroth-Ink, he's obviously fine, let's continue on our way, before Nightmare finally catches up to us." "ภ𝐢Ｇ𝓱t爪ＡяＥ?(Nightmare?)" the black-boned skeleton finally looked interested "ａş 𝐢Ň, t𝓱Ｅ 𝕎𝐢𝓬𝕂Ｅ𝓭 𝕎𝐢𝓏Ａя𝓭 σⓕ t𝓱Ｅ 𝕎Ｅşt?(As in, the Wicked Wizard of the West?)" "The one and only." Sci answered "We need to reach the Omega City and deliver-" "These shoes!"

Doroth-Ink slightly turned his hips, showing that, indeed, he has a pair of shoes attached to his waist with some rope. "Doroth-Ink, I told you to put them on your feet!" "I don't like wearing shoes!" "ａŇ𝓭 Ⓦ𝓱𝕪 ＡяＥ t𝓱ＥşＥ ş𝓱σＥş şσ 𝐢爪ｐσяtＡŇt?(And why are these shoes so important?)"

Sci froze, hearing the covetous tone of the stranger, and while Doroth-Ink obliviously started rambling about the ruby shoes, he took a closer look at the man. Suddenly noticing the blue markings on his face, he pulled Doroth-Ink away, frantically telling him: "Doroth-Ink, don't you see! This is the Error, the Heartless Destroyer! You need to fight him!"

Doroth-Ink didn't react how Sci expected him too (by taking a battle stance and subdue the opponent like Sci knew he could) but instead his pupils turned into stars.

"Heartless?" "Yes, he-" "That means he doesn't have a heart?!" "Ye- Wait, no, no, no don't even think about it-" "He's just like you!" "He's nothing like me!" "We need to bring him with us to the Omega City, so he can get a heart!" "No, this is a horrible-" "ａ ＧяＥＡt 𝐢𝓭ＥＡ!(A great idea!)"

Error came closer and, with a razor sharp smile, put a hand over his forehead in a dramatic pose. "ι яＥＡ𝔩𝔩𝕪, яＥＡ𝔩𝔩𝕪 ⓌＡŇt Ａ 𝓱ＥＡяt, şσ ι 𝓬ＡŇ ⓕＥＥ𝔩 𝔩σѶＥ ＡŇ𝓭 Ａⓕⓕ���𝓬t𝐢σŇ ＡŇ𝓭 Ａ𝔩𝔩 t𝓱σşＥ σt𝓱Ｅя… ⓕ𝕌𝓏𝓏𝕪 ⓕＥＥ𝔩𝐢ŇＧş(I really, really want a heart, so I can feel love and affection and all those other... fuzzy feelings)" "Oh you poor thing!" Doroth-Ink exclaimed, seemingly on the verge of tears "Don't you worry, we'll bring you with us, and I'll make SURE you meet the Wix of the Omega City and get a perfect heart!"

Sci opened his mouth to object, but the Destroyer ran his finger over his neck, making him uncomfortably realize that he, Doroth-Ink and Error were in the middle of the woods, isolated from everything, and Doroth-Ink currently had his back turned as he skipped back to the Rainbow Road. Sci closed him mouth.

"Come on you guys! We need to go see the Wix!"

We're off to see the Wix The wonderful Wix of Oz

[noteguk]

any way you want it | kth | m

— summary; in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself. 

— contents and warnings; smut, childhood best friends, Taehyung x reader, bigdick!tae, breast play, oral (f receiving), dry grinding, dirty talk, tae has a praise kink, unprotected sex (be responsible!!), rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, Taehyung takes things personally but he has good intentions, this is what happens when mutual thirst gets suppressed for years of friendship 

— words; 6.6k

— author’s note; i have no idea why but this fic was so fucking hard to put down into words??? I felt mentally constipated the entire time but it’s finally here 

Taehyung wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when you called him at almost two in the morning, complaining about your newest nightmarish date and practically begging to come over. Like the good friend that he was, he made sure to tell you that you would be more than welcome to join him in his newest documentary marathon about aliens, and wondered if you could bring him some takeout on your way over there. Like the bad friend that you were, you said no. 

To be fair, the nearest takeout place was across the city from his apartment (about thirty minutes away and in a bad neighborhood), and you were already having a horrible night as it was. Besides, you refused to take part in Taehyung’s search for a high blood pressure and cholesterol levels, arguing that it wasn’t the right time to stuff his face full of hypercaloric noodles. 

But you did pity him enough to comply with his second request: a big pot of vanilla ice cream, which you were sure you’d end up consuming too. You were in a crisis.

As if to prove that the gods above were laughing at you, during the walk of shame to Taehyung’s apartment, it had started to rain (because of course it did), and your umbrella was only able to save you from the shoulders up before it crumbled and flew away from your gasp, rolling on the asphalt like a ball of dirt in a Wild West movie. By the time that you dragged yourself to his front door, you were completely soaked (and not in the way you had planned for that night to end), and about to break down crying. 

Taehyung, like the angel that he was, helped you with your heavy coat and talked you into taking a warm shower before you got sick. He took the supermarket bag from you (where the ice cream had probably already melted) and walked you to this bathroom, excusing himself so he could grab you some dry clothes — and you only saw the ones he had picked when you got out of the shower. 

With a silly smile dancing on your lips, you fumbled with the black booty shorts that Taehyung had jokingly gifted you that past Christmas — one that read “daddy’s juicy butt” in big, bold, neon pink letters over your ass — and then decided that your dignity was already dead by that point, so another kick wouldn’t hurt. Taehyung had also given you one of his favorite band shirts, which he only revealed during desperate times. 

Your heart melted with the thought of your best friend trying to comfort you, and pulled the fabric close to your face so you could take a deep inhale, drowning in his scent. It smelled of that stupid cologne that Taehyung had used ever since he hit puberty, and a bit of fabric softener. 

The two of you had an extremely close friendship, to the point that it got kind of strange at times. Ever since childhood, it was joked that you and Taehyung had been long lost soulmates — doing everything together, from going to school to laughing at the same exact jokes during movie marathons, often at the same moment and for the same amount of time. Before puberty hit (and the hormonal rage took over your first teenage years) you couldn’t remember disagreeing with him even once. You two had always been in sync. 

But the uncomfortably close part only hit after you two went to college, and your anxiety for being a virgin in a sea of starving sharks got the best of you. After long conversations, you had managed to convince Taehyung to help you learn a thing or two about the art of naked wrestling. 

Apparently it was weird to give your best friend a handjob and a blowjob for the sake of education. Go figure. 

Regardless, your friendship wasn’t affected by any of that — even if you two had agreed to never mention any of it ever again — and you could always count on Taehyung to catch you when you fell. 

Even if it was at two am on a Tuesday, after one of your nightmarish dates. 

You threw yourself on the couch next to him, hugging your knees against your chest to form a barrier between you and the divine providence that had taken you to that point. You had half-assedly dried your hair, but pools of wetness had started to build on the back of Taehyung’s shirt. 

Instead of accusing you of ruining his favorite piece of clothing, Taehyung reached for the remote and paused his documentary just as the narrator was starting to explain how hieroglyphs were actually part of an alien language. “Just tell me how bad it was,” he said, a mustache of ice cream melting over his top lip.

You took a peek at the bowl of melting vanilla on his center table, and decided that you would probably pass the desert for the night. 

You glanced at him sideways, voice coming out monotone. “You sure you want to go down that path?” 

Taehyung licked his sweet mustache off and nodded, clearly intrigued. “Yeah, hit me with it. You look like you need all the help that you can find.” 

You sighed, turning around on the couch so you were facing him — legs still against your chest. “Okay so… I went to his place...” 

“Yes…”

“And... we had dinner, talked for a bit.”

“How was the talk?” He asked. 

You shook your head, trying to kill the memories inside. “He didn’t let me say a word. He just went on and on about this new website he’s working on, and how expensive his wine glasses were.” You scoffed, angry at yourself for ignoring the clear red flags of an arrogant douchebag. That was what the desperate need for immediate human connection could do to someone, you thought. “Apparently it’s supposed to be the next Facebook or something. Or twitter. I honestly wasn’t paying much attention.”

He chuckled. “Starting off strong.” 

“That wasn’t even the main issue,” you said, lowering your forehead so it was touching your knees. You just wanted the world to end at that moment, so you wouldn’t have to go through those experiences again. “After that, we sat on his couch and started watching a movie. And you know how that goes, we started kissing, he pushed me down and got on top of me…”

“And?” He instigated. 

With a sigh, you raised your head, meeting your friend’s gaze. Taehyung thought he had never seen you look so dead inside. And he had seen a lot from you. “And he humped like… my lower abdomen for about three minutes and came in his pants.”

Taehyung cringed visibly, taking one hand to cover his mouth. “Oh, man. That’s bad.” 

You nodded, strangely relieved at his reaction. Part of you was worried that you were the evil witch in that scenario, that maybe you had done something wrong. “The worst,” you agreed. “Wanna know what else?”

“What? There’s more?”

“He didn’t even ask me if I was satisfied with whatever the hell that was.” You told him, bitterness dripping from your tongue. In the grand scheme of things, that was something silly to get mad over, but the fact that your date didn’t even have the guts to ask if you had gotten something out of that was ridiculous. “Not that I could possibly be. But it’s like he didn’t care and I was just a pillow for him to hump like a… sexually repressed religious teen, I don’t know.”

Taehyung only nodded, realizing that there wasn’t much that he could say to fix the situation. “Was he a good kisser at least?”

You sneered. “I think he was trying to crush my face with his.” You glanced at your friend, only half of his face bathed by the yellow and orange shades coming from the television. Maybe a documentary about ancient history and alien expeditions wouldn’t be so bad. Worst case scenario, it would knock you out, and you wouldn’t have to think about that mess anytime soon. “Also, too much tongue, just… the amount of saliva…”

“Got it. You can stop there.” Taehyung raised one hand, his eyes closing for a second. His palm lowered and met one of your knees, standing there in a silent attempt at consolation. “I’m sorry about your terrible date experience, dude.” 

“If you could even call it that.” You ran one hand through your hair, suddenly overtaken by a wave of anger. “God! I was just… so… ugh! Like… ughhhh!!” 

Taehyung, bless his heart, sometimes couldn’t understand the random neanderthal sounds you threw his way. “So... what?”

At last, your makeshift protection came crumbling down, and you collapsed on the couch dramatically, legs dangling off the edge. Taehyung thought that you were being possessed for exactly two seconds before you started talking again. “I did a full body shave for this night, Taehyung. Do you realize what that means?” His lips fell open, but, before he had the chance to answer, you continued. “It means that I really wanted to get railed tonight. Actually, I wanted to find a guy who actually knew what he was doing for once in my life.”

Taehyung chuckled, trying to disperse the tension in the room. “Come on, the dating pool can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad,” you said. 

He wasn’t giving up that fast. “How bad?”

You raised your head to look him dead in the eyes, a silent threat, before finally uttering, “Try no-man-has-ever-made-me-cum bad,” and crashing your head back against the sofa. 

If you weren’t so hyper-focused on your own sexual melodrama, you would have noticed the thick silence that fell between the two of you, Taehyung’s face contorting into fifty different emotions within a few seconds. He thought that he had heard it all — from the secrets hidden in Machu Picchu to the obvious extraterrestrial influence on earthy religion — but no amount of bad documentaries could ever prepare him for that revelation. That didn’t make any sense. 

“Wait. Seriously?” He finally found his voice and managed to push his doubt out of his throat. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”

You chuckled, humorless. “Oh no, I’ve had plenty of those. Just not from another person.” 

“How’s that possible?” he asked. 

“I ask myself that every single day.” You sighed, forcing yourself to sit back up. Taehyung was staring at you like you had just grown two extra arms, and you wondered what an amazing sex life he must’ve had for that confession to get him so confused. “Guess I’m just really bad at picking partners, who knows.”

There was a soft grunt on your throat as you fixed your position on the couch, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of your entire day piling up at once. Your gaze mindlessly traveled to the TV — a big plasma monstrosity that Taehyung had bought compulsively during a Black Friday sale — looking at a white-bearded man pointing maniacally towards a specific, round-shaped hieroglyph. You didn’t even need to hit play to know that he was making it seem like it was an UFO, but curiosity got the best of you. 

“Can you pass me the remote?” You asked, pointing at the small device that laid beyond Taehyung’s body. “I kinda wanna see what—”

“I’ve made tons of girls have orgasms,” Taehyung interrupted, looking at you like he had just clicked out of a transe.  

You laughed at his monotone voice. “I’m happy for you, Tae.” You leaned over his legs so you could finally reach the remote. “That wasn’t a jab at your masculinity, I’m sure you’re a very caring partner, and I’m sure there’s tons of guys out there that—”

“I can make you cum too, if you want.”

You had just grabbed the small piece of plastic when his sentence hit you like a smack in the face, making you drop the remote back on the couch, eyes widening. “You… what?”

He suddenly broke eye contact, taking one hand to massage the back of his neck. “Did that sound as creepy as I think it did?”

“A bit, yeah.” You forced out a light chuckle, trying to break the ice. There was no sign of mockery in his voice, and you didn’t know how to react. You could not say that the offer wasn’t tempting (you’d be lying if you claimed that you didn’t think Taehyung was attractive), but his proposal was so oddly-placed that it sounded like a joke. “What are you talking about?”

Taehyung sighed, turning his head to look at the television. “I just think it’s really unfair that no one has ever made you cum before.” 

You smiled. “That’s very nice of you, but…”

“And I want to help you with that.” He looked back at you. Oh, he was being a hundred percent serious. There was no longer a single ounce of doubt in your mind. “We’re friends, it’s not gonna be weird. We’ve done similar stuff before.”

“We were a lot younger, though.” You didn’t know why your mouth suddenly felt so dry, your fight or flight response kicking at full strength. You could tell that Taehyung was also trying to convince himself about the strangeness of the situation. “It’s gonna be kind of weird, yeah.”

“Not if we don’t make it weird,” he threw back. Was it bad that you were actually considering it? Maybe it was the piled-up exhaustion combined with the years of sexual frustration, maybe you were finally out of your mind. But you were really considering it. “I don’t wanna pressure you, alright? Just making a friendly offer. If you don’t want it, that’s fine.” 

You kind of wanted it, though. There was too much accumulated libido inside you from years and years of unsatisfying partners, and you trusted Taehyung with your entire heart. It sounded like a safe enough bet: if all went to shit and it got too awkward, you two could just stop, no hard feelings. Besides, you knew that Taehyung cared about you, which was more than you could say about all your dates in the past couple years. 

And the more you stared at him, probably looking like a deer in the headlights, the more you grew soft under his presence. At once, you were hit with desires that you had never considered before: you wanted to kiss those soft lips, wanted to know how his large hands would feel around you. You really, really wanted to know how it was to have a good sexual experience with someone, and you couldn’t think of a better candidate than your best friend. Even if you still thought it could be seen as a little bit weird. 

But you also kind of didn’t care. 

You licked your lips, finally finding your voice after a long moment of silence. “How… how would you do it?” 

Taehyung turned his head and looked at you, noticing the expectation in your eyes. “How would you want me to do it?” He asked. 

You tried to think, but your mind was completely blank. What did you want him to do? What did you like? Suddenly you weren’t sure about anything anymore. “I don’t know,” you admitted, glancing down. 

Taehyung smiled at your nervousness, one of his hands moving to your chin and tilting your head up. “How ‘bout I start by kissing you?” He questioned, gaze flickering to your parted lips. “Is that alright?” 

There were no words in your throat, so you simply nodded, closing your eyes as he leaned in. 

Taehyung’s mouth tasted of vanilla and you thought, even for a moment, that you were in paradise. The second that his tender lips met yours, your anxiety melted away, giving space to a newfound flame of desire. Taehyung kissed you softly, sensually, taking his time caressing your mouth and drowning in your heat. His hand moved to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him and leaning your head to the side so he could deepen the kiss. 

He sighed heavily into your mouth when your tongues met, his other hand moving to hold your waist. The position on the couch was kind of awkward for kissing, with the two of you sitting side by side, so it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise when Taehyung tugged you onto his lap, making you straddle him. 

The kiss was starting to get hungrier, messier, a small whimper dying in your mouth when his palms traveled down to cup your ass, pressing you down against his semi-hard cock. Taehyung sighed and groaned at the feeling of you on top of him, loving the way that your fingers played with his hair, your body so perfectly tight against his. If there was any hesitation before, it had completely vanished by that point. 

It caught you off guard when he suddenly broke off the kiss to ask you, “Do you like any pet names?”

You blinked, taken aback. “Hm? What?”

He placed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You know, you want me to call you by something?”  

You realized that Taehyung was really taking that personal service to a different level, and you couldn’t say that you were let down by it. If any of your past partners had the dignity to ask what you liked, you wouldn’t be in that position in the first place. “I… like being called ‘baby’,” you told him. 

Taehyung smiled. “That’s cute. Baby it is.” 

Before you had a chance to respond, Taehyung’s lips were back on yours, a dreamy sigh leaving his mouth as your tongues met once again. Only a few seconds passed before he shifted his weight to lay you down, never breaking the kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, hovering over you. Taehyung started trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his large hands slithering beneath your oversized shirt and caressing the skin of your stomach. 

“Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at your shirt. 

You agreed and, within a heartbeat, that piece of clothing was already on the floor, and Taehyung was diving in to kiss the valley of your naked breasts. You moaned timidly when one of your nipples was wrapped by his lips, his tongue coming out to play with it. Taehyung’s other hand was occupied fondling your other breast, tugging and pressing down on it, and the sensations were taking over your mind. 

“You have great tits,” Taehyung mumbled against your skin, switching to mouth your other nipple. 

“I’m glad you like them,” you teased, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. You were letting out these cute little whimpers that were making him lose his mind. “Feels really good.” 

“Yeah?” He asked, moving back to kiss his way up your neck. His tongue was hot and heavy as it danced on your skin, and you knew that those sucks he was giving you were surely gonna leave a few marks on your flesh. But you didn’t really care. “Gonna make you feel even better, baby.” 

Your eyes fluttered shut at the pet name — it sounded heavenly when Taehyung used it with his deep, honeyed voice; his warm breath hitting your neck as he continued with his ministrations. 

He kissed his way to your cheek, placing a small pec on your lips before saying, “Can you do something for me?”

You nodded. “What is it?” 

Instead of responding right away, Taehyung’s gaze fell to your lips, and he was once again attacking them. That time, you weren’t able to hold back the whimper that you let out, your panties already glued against your core with how much he was turning you on. 

One of his hands had trailed down your exposed abdomen, teasingly playing with the hem of your shorts. You held your breath when he tugged them down, bringing your underwear with it and throwing them somewhere in the living room. Taehyung grunted loudly when his fingers slipped past your folds, digging into your heat. His brain almost short-circuited because of how wet you were. 

He broke the kiss and looked you deep in the eyes. “I want you to sit on my face, baby,” he said, and his request shot straight to your core. “Let me take care of you, okay?” 

“Are you sure?” You asked. You had never done that before.

But Taehyung wasn’t sharing your reluctance. “Yeah,” he said, voice hoarse and eyes darkened. “Wanna taste you so bad. Sit on my face, please.” 

And you didn’t need any more convincing than that. Taehyung helped you get up from the couch so he could reposition himself on it, laying flat on his back and watching as you settled yourself above him, thighs on either side of his head. The couch was the exact size for that, a little smaller and you’d have one leg dangling off the edge.

Taehyung took his hands to your thighs, running them up to your hips. His eyes were focused on your pussy, and you never felt so exposed when he started pressing you down lightly, guiding you closer to his mouth. 

You held the back of the couch for support and did as he requested, lowering yourself until Taehyung had you flat on his tongue. Your breath trembled and caught in your throat when he licked a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, humming around the taste before doing it again. Taehyung was an expert at erasing your worries because, with a few more licks, he had you fully losing yourself in his sinful ministrations. 

It wasn’t long until you were whining out his name, your folds lazily dragging against his tongue as you started to grind on his face. “God, Taehyung!” You called out, hand coming down to tug at his hair. Taehyung grunted in satisfaction, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shockwaves through your pussy. “That’s… that’s really nice. You’re really good at this.” 

He moaned in response, closing his eyes at your words. Taehyung was eating you out like his mouth was made for it, like he was starving for your taste and you were all that he could think about. He licked you from your entrance to your clit, playing with your sensitive spots and enjoying the tremors of pleasure that ran through your thighs, his hands locked tight around your hips. You sobbed and cried over him, making special effort to keep your legs steady as you rocked yourself on his tongue. 

It was only when he decided to suck on your clit that you realized how absurdly close you were. You clenched your teeth and whined out, yanking his hair harder. “Do that again, please,” you asked and Taehyung, like the good friend that he was, was quick to comply. Taehyung wrapped his mouth around your clit in a way that had you trembling over him, licking and sucking on your sensitive nub like his life depended on it. “Fuck, that’s so good, Tae. Feels so good…” 

He moaned again, more desperate this time, and some part of your mind understood the pattern that he was presenting you: Taehyung really, really liked your compliments. And you had no problem giving away any more of them. 

“You’re licking me so well, Tae, you’re gonna make me cum like this,” you told him,  meaning every word you said. Taehyung was a Greek god beneath you, staring up at you with those dark, focused eyes as if he dared you to cum on his tongue. “God! You’re so good for me.”

And then your praises ran thin, because your mind was gravitating somewhere else — seeking for the high that was dangerously close. It was only when Taehyung started toying with your entrance, brushing two of his fingers on it, that you came undone, crying out his name like it was a personal prayer. 

There was a smirk on your mouth as you came down, a flooding relief that overtook you. You never thought that you could come so hard in your life, especially when it depended on another person, and you were so, so happy to be wrong that you could cry. 

With shaky legs, you removed yourself from Taehyung’s face, straddling his lap and watching as his lips glistened with your arousal. His pink tongue came out to lick them, a hum on his throat as he took in your fucked-out expression. 

“You did so well, baby,” he said, placing one of his hands on your waist. “Come here.” 

Obedient, you leaned in and sighed as his mouth met yours. This time, Taehyung didn’t wait to eagerly insert his tongue inside your mouth, making you taste yourself on him. 

He pulled away leisurely, his voice hoarse. “Can you taste how sweet you are?” He asked. “I loved making you cum on my tongue, baby. You looked so pretty.” 

Taehyung breathed out, planting kisses on your neck, one hand trailing down to squeeze your ass. You whined at his tight grip and pressed yourself down on him, feeling his hard cock poking out against the fabric of his sweats. 

Taehyung groaned at the stimulation, pressing down on your asscheek again. You rolled your hips on top of him, wincing in sensitivity as his member brushed your clit. “Loved your pussy so much, baby,” he continued, sounding like he was lost in a daydream, “I can’t wait to be inside you. Bet you’d be so tight for my cock, hm?” 

“Yeah,” you managed to speak. Even if you had just reached your orgasm, you were still aching to feel something inside you. You wanted Taehyung more than you could understand. “I want you to fuck me, Tae, please.” 

He breathed out, his hands tightening around your flesh as you rolled your pussy against his cock once again. Taehyung looked like he was one heartbeat away from completely losing his self control, and hearing you beg for him to fuck you wasn’t doing him any favors. “Gonna need to lie down for me, baby,” he asked. 

With a few more shifts on the couch, Taehyung had you beneath him once again, your legs open for him as he removed his shirt and pants. It wasn’t long before his cock sprung free from its confinement, standing erect. You licked your lips at the lustful sight, pussy clenching in anticipation as you took him in — Taehyung was big. Bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, that’s for sure; long and thick and already leaking for you. 

You would’ve cried out in need if he didn’t interrupt you. “What are you looking at?” Taehyung asked, the ghost of a smile creeping up on his lips. 

Your stare oscillated toward his own. “That’s why you have such a good track record, your cock is huge.” You bit your lip, thinking about how good he would feel inside you. You didn’t know how it was possible, but you were pretty sure the last time you’ve seen his cock — back in the dark ages of your freshman year of college — it wasn’t as big as that. Or maybe you just didn’t have anything to compare it to. 

“Hey, I just used my tongue on you, don’t ignore my efforts,” Taehyung teased, wrapping one of his hands around his member so he could pump himself a few times. The playful atmosphere swiftly shifted back, and, when he spoke up again, his voice was deeper. “You think you can take it?” 

“Yeah, I can,” you said. You couldn’t be sure, but you were sure going to try. 

Taehyung hummed, moving a bit closer so he could brush his tip against your pussy, coating it with your wetness. You closed your eyes in expectation, knowing that you’d love the stretch he would give you. 

“You want it?” He asked, a touch of desperation covering his words. Taehyung was nearing his breaking point, and the fluttering of your pussy on his cock was making him go insane. “Want my cock inside your tight little cunt, baby?” 

You nodded, frantic. The brushing of his thick tip on your hole was becoming too much, your walls clenching around nothing, seeking for something to fill you up. “Yes, fuck, I want it so bad.” 

“Are you tight for me, baby?” He was trying to prolong that moment for as much as he could, keep the pretty face you made when you pleaded for him to fuck you burned in the back of his head. Making you cum once was a victory he would take forever, but making you cum around his cock might as well be his life’s biggest achievement. “Ready for me to fuck you?” 

You cried out when he started pressing himself inside you, guiding his crown inside your pussy, then stopping. “Yes, Tae, just put it all in, please,” you whined, hands fumbling for support on his broad shoulders. Taehyung already had you clenching around nothing, you didn’t know what else he wanted from you. “Please, please, fuck me.” 

Taehyung chuckled, looking down at where you two met. He was only human, and his self control was short lived. “Since you asked so nicely…” 

Your back arched off the sofa as you felt the delicious drag of his large cock inside you, opening you up gradually, taking its time before filling you up to the brim. You gasped and sobbed at the overwhelming feeling, nails digging on the skin of his back as Taehyung groaned besides your ear. 

“Fuck, that’s so good.” He let out a shaky breath, and you swore you never heard his voice get so husky before. “I just slipped right in. You’re so fucking wet.” 

Your mind was an apocalypse of confused thoughts and forgotten exclamations, eyes fluttering shut as you dove into the sensation of Taehyung inside you — his hips angling backwards, tilting up just enough so he could move himself away from you core, only to come slamming back inside. The stretch of his cock was amazing, it was making you drunk, and all that you could think about was how much pleasure it was giving you. 

“So-So big—“ you muttered, half aware that the words actually left your lips. 

“How do you like it, uh?” Taehyung asked, his voice dripping sin and hunger. You could tell that he, too, was getting carried away by the feeling, his hips rutting themselves against you at a lazy pace. “Gonna give it to you any way you want it, baby.” 

You bit your lip, a small moan leaving your mouth when Taehyung leaned closer to you, distributing hot kisses on your neck. You swore you’d be happy if you died then. “I like it rough,” you answered. 

He groaned, apparently satisfied with your response. “Whatever you want.” 

Taehyung got to his knees on the couch, deciding to put one foot on the ground for support, his hands raising your hips to help him reach even deeper inside you. Faster than your brain could compute, the shallow, lazy pace he had sat was being replaced with a harsh, fast pumping that made you cry out his name, eyes closing in sheer bliss. 

“Tae! Yes, yes, just like that,” you sobbed, running one hand through your hair. You felt like your body was floating, every cell of your body overheating with the amazing pleasure that Taehyung was giving you. You never had someone fucking you so hard, his cock pistoning inside you, your body bobbing up and down on the couch. 

Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the bouncing of your breasts as he continued to fuck you, a deep groan leaving his chest. “That’s it, take it,” he moaned out, quickening his pace even more. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth opening in a silent scream.  “Gonna make you cum so hard around my cock, baby. Gonna fuck you until you cry. Want that?” 

“Yes, yes, please,” you moaned. “Feels so good, Tae.” 

“You like my cock, baby? Like it filling you up?” He asked and you could only nod pathetically, your entire body too fucked out to even respond. “F-fuck, your pussy is so good. Tell me that you love my cock.” 

“I love your cock,” you whined, feeling like a complete hot mess under his thrusts. “I — fuck! — I love your cock so much, Tae, it’s so big.” 

Your words motivated him to fuck you even harder, his member hitting even deeper inside you. Taehyung was getting lost in the stretch of your pussy around him, the glorious sounds you were making, the lust that coated your face every time you called out his name. 

“Shit, I don’t know how anyone could look at you like this and not want to see that pretty face cum.” He was breathing out hard, grunting every time your cunt tightened around him. Taehyung wanted to see you like that forever, taking his cock like a good girl, creaming all over him and begging to do it again. You were wrapping around him so perfectly, taking all of him so well, that he didn’t think he’d manage to move on from that anytime soon. “So fucking hot.”

Taehyung chased after your high like a starving man looking for food, experimentally changing the angle and force of his thrusts to see what would get the best reaction out of you. At last, after a pathetically loud cry from your part after he raised your legs up, it seemed as if he had found it. “I bet you’d be so tight cumming around my cock, baby,” he was thinking out loud at that point, trying to make sense of the pretty sounds and expressions you were giving him so eagerly. He wanted nothing more than to see you cum — it was personal at that point. “I wanna feel you cum around me, baby. Wanna feel it so bad.” 

“I’m c-close.” Your nails dug into his shoulders, eyes closing tightly. There was a light heat in your cheeks and sweat on your forehead that was making Taehyung wonder if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “You’re so good, T-Tae, you’re fucking me so well…” 

Taehyung thought that he could cum right then and there, pushed over the edge with those sweet words alone. He loved being good to you, loved making you feel things that no one else managed to before. He was intoxicated by that sense of superiority, drowning in your praise. He wished that he could fuck you forever. 

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he pushed you on, his words hanging somewhere between an order and a breathless plea. You were getting so tight around him that it was making him crazy, your wetness coating his cock and dripping down between your legs like his own personal brand of aphrodisiac. “You can do it, come on. I wanna see you cum so bad.” 

You smiled at him, a cute, fucked-out smirk that made Taehyung go to heaven and back. “So good for me, Tae, you’re so big,” you said, your voice so needy and high-pitched. Your orgasm was looming over you, pressing down on your lower body and making you see stars. It was only a matter of time before Taehyung got you crying out his name, back arching off the couch and mouth falling open in delirium. “Tae! Fuck! Don’t stop, please, I’m gonna—“ 

But your warning came a second too late, because you were already spasming around his length, body shaking as Taehyung thrusted hard inside you. Just as expected, you were absolutely fucking gorgeous when you came — all quivering lips and rolling eyes —, and Taehyung was beyond satisfied to know that he was the only one who saw that pretty face of yours. 

“That’s it, baby, fuck.” Taehyung was starting to feel his own high approaching, called by the delicious tightening and releasing of your pussy around him. His thrusts were messy and harsh; his sweaty hair falling over his eyes like a cascade. “Can I cum inside you, baby? Can I fuck you full of my cum?”

You noticed the desperation in his tone and, with the throbbing of his member inside you, you knew that he wasn’t far. “Yes, please,” you said. “You were so good for me, Tae, you can cum wherever you want.” 

And it was that final taste of praise that pushed Taehyung over his limit; waves upon waves of cum filling you up as he rode out his high. “God— fuck!” He cried out, drunk on the feeling of your walls milking the last drops of cum out of his cock. A few lazy pumps later, and he was collapsing on top of you with a mumbled, “F-Fuck.” 

There was an instant of silence after his orgasm, the quietude only filled by Taehyung’s heavy breathing. You took one hand to his head, caressing the strands as a smile blossomed on your lips. “Well, I believe you now,” you said playfully. “I’m sure you made a bunch of girls orgasm.” 

Taehyung chuckled, breathless. “Thank you, I try,” he said, looking up at you. The darkness in his gaze was gone, and it was just your best friend staring back at you. “You alright?”

“I’m great,” you admitted. You never felt so good in your life. “You?”

“Fantastic, thanks for asking.” He leaned back so he could sit up, running one hand through his disheveled hair before saying, “I’m gonna grab you a towel, hang on.” 

Taehyung left you for a couple minutes before coming back to clean you up, tenderly wiping away the mess you two had created. After he was done, he discarded the towel on the floor and crawled back to rest on your chest once again. 

There was a comforting quietude that floated in the atmosphere, only filled by the muffled buzzing of his freezer and the vague sound of raindrops drumming on the window. You didn’t really know how to deal with that entire situation, didn’t know how things would stay between the two of you. But, at that point, you made the decision to keep those worries for the following morning and, instead, just enjoy his warmth radiating all around you. 

The glorious silence, at last, was broken when Taehyung started mumbling against your breasts.  “Hey, ___?” He called. 

“Yeah?”

“How many dates have you been on?”

You hummed, thinking for a moment. “Ever?”

Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue. “I don’t know, like, this past year.”

“Uh… like… five or six? I think?” You answered, looking down to meet his gaze. You knew that wicked expression very well. “Why?”

He smiled. “Because we have a lot of shitty dates to make up for.”

[blu3bub]

knock, knock, knock on wood. (A Bruno x FEM!Reader story)

(word count: 1831) warning: light angst

chapter 0 here!

AWKWARD AFTERMATH - CHAPTER 3

“So, you… make gift baskets?” Bruno breaks the awkward silence that has been hanging on for a good while.

The two of them on their way to la casita in pure darkness in between logs and big bushes, mud dropping off their bodies while they walt through the half-trampled path. Bruno still walking bare feet leading to small “ow”’s here and there, Y/N groaning for every shiver going through her body – her clothes soaked with water from the pond.

“Yes, a-and party de-decorations” Y/N says with her teeth rattling, a sneeze breaking out while her nose runs.

Bruno looks at her – or tries, the dim light isn’t enough to see features and barely her silhouette, however the one thing he can see, and hear, is the fact that she is shivering way more than him. “… Are you cold?”

Am I cold? Ai, tonto del culo…

“Yes. I’m cold” She softens her inner voice. Y/N can’t just express that she is pissed in the first place – the man just got done crying, she doesn’t want to be the reason for his third time.

“I would offer my ruana- but you know… heh… it’s uh- it’s covered in mud – and-and I don’t know if that’s better or worse- you know worse than soaked clothing, like-like yours… heh- I mean unless you-“

“No, it’s fine.”

How can she be pissed at him? You can clearly tell he is trying his best.

I’m overreacting again… he is at least trying. Or… well he is trying to try, I guess.

“…I’m sorry – again – I really didn’t mean to-“

“It’s okay, señor-“

“I can replace the book for you! That was what you dropped, right?”

“N-… yes, yes it was.”

“I can buy you a new one! I promise!” He insists eagerly, drying his last tears off his face.

Y/N looks back at him.

His eye looking extremely horrible in comparison to the other, face lightly bloated from the breakdown episode, hair unusually tamed by the dripping mud almost like hair gel would do, and his expression forming into a soft and worried frown.

Something Y/N never will admit, is that she does and has always found this dork of a man, Bruno Madrigal, charming and … “an okay amount of attractive.,” And this attraction somehow raises in this very moment, her eyes fixated on the concerned look. But with her parents hanging around her neck, she never wanted to admit it and sure won’t do it any time soon. If anything, it was only a slight crush that has come and gone, she knew it wasn’t going to be more – she makes sure it doesn’t go further than that.

Though one thing she can’t hide, is the softened feeling of emotions she is having – not necessarily crushing but a more of a friend to a friend troubled feeling. A tiny concern about one another’s’ health.

From a towns person to the other.

“W-why don’t you have sh-shoes on?” She notes.

“Uh- … well- you see-… I don’t really have the best reason, though I’m guessing you would believe me if I did.”

“…w-what?”

“No- I mean- As in IF-“ He fumbles with his words.

Y/N can’t help but to chuckle, a small smile forming on her lips. This makes Bruno nervously laugh along, copying the tiny grin. A light breeze of joy hitting the tension off its balance.

“Uhm..- It was more of a- You.. you know like a sneak method! Like a spy from one of those action movies!” A weight lifts off his heart, making him feel more freely to express himself, the grin only widening as to see her reaction.

“S-so you were s-spying on m-me?” The shivering Y/N giggles.

“N-NO! Not like that- I mean it is like that but not really-“ His words goes from walking to running as well as his feet, making it hard for Y/N to catch up.

“Señor- i-it’s okay!”

“… dios mío, you’re really freezing, señorita”

“well duh, yo-you pushed me into t-the pond-“

“iM soRRY!”

They break out in laughter, Y/n laying a supporting hand on his shoulder, making Bruno blush slightly. Y/N doesn’t notice the red tone because of the light still being nonexistent, but she was more than grateful for that because she’s also blushing lightly, and who were she if she didn’t hide her true feelings?

The two of them reaches the tail of the long grass path and continue towards la casita, everybody else still sound asleep. Their voices automatically deaden as they reach the back door into the kitchen, it swinging open by itself.

“Thank you, casita” Bruno whispers as the lights turns on by itself, letting the two messy looking people get a sight of how much chaos they’ve been through within the last hour.

Y/N still wet as can be, soaked in both water and mud – her face barely visible though her tiny smile making it through the dirt upon her face.

Bruno bruised and his posture weaker than before, also disappearing in layers of mud however somehow his face hasn’t been hit – besides actually being hit – other than phantom trails of tears.

“Yo-You look horrible” She blurt out.

“I-Im sorry?”

“No! not like that! Imean–“ Y/N stops herself. “You need something to eat.”

“Oh… OH! Oh yeah. Yeah. My eye. Right.”

And as it was being said, Casita pushes another batch of Julieta’s wonderful arepa con queso towards the two of them as well as salt. Both grabbing one each and taking a bite – their bruises disappearing as if they were just a sticker upon their skin.

Bruno sigh out, relieved from pain. Y/N’s teeth still chattering.

“oh gee- I’m sorry- do you want a shower? You can borrow ours-“

“No I’ll-“ Y/N interrupts her own train of thought as she catches Bruno’s almost pleading look. She couldn’t say no. “… O-okay-“

“Perfect! UH... I’ll go grab some clothing for you! Wait, you don’t know where the shower is- Uhm- It’s down the- uh-“ He stammers. “Just follow me” He gives up.

And as told, Y/N follows Bruno down the hall and into a bathroom on the second floor, leaving trails of mud and pools of water behind them.

“You just hop in, I’ll slide the stuff in. Take what you need in there.” He insists.

It’s not often Bruno has someone to talk with – someone his age that is – so he leaves quite ecstatic, shoulder up high, leaving the poor Y/N quite confused.

He is so welcoming…

She steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, finding her way to the off section which seems to be the shower part.

… and awkward.

Y/N chuckles to herself and goes on with showering.

Perhaps she was getting the break she wanted and so desperately needed anyway. A nice hot shower – in a stranger’s house, no, not a stranger, the Madrigals house. And she isn’t there because of her friend Pepa or Felix, she’s there because of the one and only Bruno.

Her head fills up with thoughts as the mud floods off her body. The warm streams of water tangling from her shoulders down to both her fingertips and toes. Complete relaxation despite the weird circumstance.

Though the moment of relaxation finds its end quicker than she thought it would.

A grunt, as well as a door opening can be heard from the other side of the room. Y/N quickly hides behind the wall, protecting her from exposing her completely naked body. The grunt turns into a toilet seat opening as well as a yawn and humming – the shower still running.

How can’t this person hear that someone is in here?!

This person that has entered the bathroom is Felix – a half awake Felix. A Felix who hasn’t noticed there is someone in there with him. A Felix that is wondering why there is mud flowing the floor and why his feet were now filthy with it. A Felix now noticing Y/N’s remarkable dress.

Such a unique dress she has.

Felix smiles to himself with a nod, finishing his business and washing his hands, still humming quietly.

And there Y/N is, staring Felix down in the mirror, where she is on there for him to see – if he could, which surprisingly, he doesn’t.

Y/N’s heartbeat raising by the second, almost slipping with her feet, and yet Felix simply just walks out, continuing out to his beloved wife’s door like nothing happened. Y/N left in light shock, still processing what just happened.

Is she more surprised that the pendajo didn’t notice anything or is it the Pepa printed boxers he was wearing? No matter the cause, she is still left speechless.

Y/N quickly gets done washing herself, putting on the clothing Bruno has come with. A wine-red shirt of his as well as a pair of new boxers and dark grey sweatpants. She’s hesitant with the boxers though the fact that they look … and smell… brand new convinces her to put them on.

Outside the door is Bruno found sitting and waiting like a guard dog. His head skipping thoughts left and right, slight guilt and unsureness roaming the corners of his brain though at some parts wonderous and joyful.

He has only just met this Y/N that Pepa and Felix has talked so godly about and yet now he wishes to spend more than every minute getting to know her. A rapid curiosity that he has yet to have experienced before, exciting his whole heart, making it pump blood faster.

The thoughts bubble.

What does she do with her free time? Is she always at the pond at night? Who’s her friends? Do I know her family? Have I ever met her parents before? What does she think of me? What’s her favorite song? When is she done showering?

It’s as if it was a queue, for in the moment his thought ends Y/N steps out of the door beside him, dressed in his clothing - something was different about her, something he hasn’t seen before. Her face was rushed red, eyes open wide with a glass like look. Embarrassed.

“…  is-is something wrong?” he asks, the curiosity still popping inside his chest.

A minute went by of silence. Her mood and aura have completely changed. She isn’t wearing her weightless and gleeful face.

“No.. no nothing!”

“oh.. oh okay!” He stands up, looking her in the eyes. Big mistake. The same blush infects Bruno’s cheeks fast and leaving him to a stuttering mess, the confidence he had built up completely gone. “uh-“

“Maybe I should… get going”

“Yeah maybe- I mean- Definitely- no – not like that- I mean-“

The awkwardness lays heavy on the conversation.

“Im just… gonna… go..”

“Yeah totally. Mhm.” He nods, his hand sneaking behind his head.

“… yeah… bye-“

“I will see you! … or not! Or- if you want to- I mean-“

And with that, Y/N awkwardly leaves.

That went… great.

“…Who was that?” A voice sounds.

next chapter

[wizkiddx]

i just had the cutest idea at least in my head and would LOVE if u could do a blurb? where tom is trying to measure your ring size to propose while your asleep, but then you wake up and catch him.

this is v v cute! I hope this is what u want, sorry if it didn't translate I found it a bit tricky aha

summary: tom gets caught preparing for a very big moment

warnings: v small reference to smut

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Sleep always had been, and always will be, an important thing in your life. Naturally then, any source of interruption, was met with some….some hostility. Maybe it was your annoying flatmates as a student, who insisted on playing the worst drum and bass till 4 am every night; maybe your neighbours car alarm, which seemed to be set off by the lightest gust of wind; or maybe your loving- if slightly infuriating -boyfriend.

Tom had just got back from a trip abroad and you’d had a quiet evening in- consisting of pizza, a long forgotten film playing and lots and lots of laughs. As much as you loved his family and friends, celebrating with a fancy dinner and lots of drink - there was nothing better than a night in. It was what you’d both desperately needed too, just actual quality time with the both of you living in the moment, forgetting everything else outside the four walls of your flat.

Needless to say, you’d ended up right between the sheets and you honestly couldn’t remember falling asleep. But now, barely conscious, you did notice your fingers being moved and fiddled with. With a groan you limply pulled them away, rolling over to chase Tom’s body heat - which seemed to have disappeared. His presence hadn’t though, you could tell even with your eyes shut due to his little coo.

“Shh darling…. go back to sleep.” And with a mumbled incomprehensible response, you tried to - even if you personal heater appeared to be in hiding.

Yet then, barely 30 seconds later, the bed dipped weirdly again; Tom’s grasp lightly tugged at the arm you’d crossed over your body. Fighting against it, you snatched your arm away and groaned incoherently once again. Again you got a the most whispered and soft sounding reply from Tom. “Shhh Y/n/n…. come on, work with me here.” Clearly you were half asleep, not really paying any attention to to his words, so huffed - shifting again so you we lying half on your back, half on your side, your left hand lying on the pillow next to your head.

And yet again, barely a minute later, you were sure you heard him chuckle before the bed wobbled as he crawled up it. You could feel his shin brushing against your side as he once again went to grab your hand. And that- that was the last straw.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

The sight you were greeted with was not one you expected. Tom kneeling next to you, with bed hair and all, looking like a deer caught in headlights - literally too, the flashlight from his phone illuminated the otherwise pitch black room. His eyes bugged out his head, while he frantically fumbled with his phone in an attempt to get the light off.

“Nonononono” Muttering as if you weren’t there, Tom obviously struggled to find the right button to shut it off - giving you amply opportunity to notice the other object in his lap.

A yellow tape measure?

Why the hell he was measuring you while you slept, completely unawares, was beyond you. The boy hand some explaining to do - primarily because… he interrupted your sleep.

“Tom what the fuck?”

“I’m so sorry I-I just….just go back to sleep love.” It was weird, how he seemed defeated? He looked upset, and was doing that thing where he nervously ran his fingers through his brown curls.

“Not until you tell me what the hell you’re doing.” Sticking firmly, you reached over to flick the bedside light on, just as he finally got the torch off. The warm golden light illuminated to whole room, allowing you to more clearly assess the situation. The brunette was sat so he were almost leaning over you, with the tape measure but also you now noticed a little notebook and pen sat to the side. His despairing look had you immediately forgiving the interruption to your night- everything, melting away to concern. “What’s going on T?”

“You um-you weren’t supposed to-fuck! I’m sorry love I just-“ Reacting to his embarrassed ramblings, you sat up properly to cup his his cheeks with both your hands.

“Hey take a breath yeah? Then tell me why you’re being all creepy and sizing me up for a coffin or something?” He laughed breathily at that, but it was a smile that didn’t meet his eyes.

“I wasn’t- I… can we just forget this happened?” He already started to get off the bed, wrapping the tape up in a very hurried manner. With a scowl you shook your head, leaping up to grab the yellow ribbon out his hands before he could fight back.

At that point it was too late for Tom. You saw the way the tape was labelled, not with cms or inches. Instead it was letters of the alphabet, starting at G and ending at Z. You would’ve been confused, except the fact you’d used this weird scale before, when you and your best friend got matching promise rings the other month.

Tom had been trying to measure your ring size.

You couldn’t help but let out a little ‘oh’ as it clicked - making Tom sigh heavily, still looking at you with worried and terrified eyes. It took a minute for you to face him, smiling weakly with a little gleam growing across your eyes.

“We should- we should uh, let’s go back to bed yeh?” Stammering through, you already almost forced the the tape back into his hands. Wordlessly he nodded jerkily and placed both the notebook, the tape and his phone on the bedside - as you flicked the lamp off.

Obviously, it was awkward as hell. Right now Tom knew you knew - he was less convinced though on how you reacted. Now he was doubting whether you wanted that- if you wanted to be his wife. The silence was defeneing, the bedsheets the only noise to interrupt as you both settled back onto the pillows. Tom left a bit on no-mans land in the middle, not wanting to push it.

Really there was no reason to not move and cuddle up to him, even slightly cruel. You knew Tom was worried that he’d fucked up massively. You could hear his breathing shake, as you both stared up at the ceiling. Maybe it was slightly horrible, but you couldn’t help but feel insanely blissfully happy. Tom was your future and it was good to know he was starting to get the ball rolling.

“I’m a size N” You whispered up to the ceiling “just for the record.” You both swivelled to look at each other simultaneously, your smirk completely overwhelmed by the smile of pure joy that grew on Tom’s face. Yes the room was dark and you could barely see, but that image might just be one that lives forever in your memory - as your absolute favourite.

“Just-just so we’re on the same page… um, thats your fourth finger? Left hand?”

Finally moving from the awkward position, you nestled your head into the crook of his neck, legs wrapping round his. You chose not to answer super specifically, because it seemed like he was asking more than just one question there. Just very broad and very open to interpretation answer.

“Yes and… and um yes too…just for the record”

~~ let me know what you thought <3 ~~

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[kohakuarisaka]

Untamed (chapter 5 of 5)

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Every year, without fail, Hawks went into a rut: when autumn began, and then again in early spring. He would honker down up north in a secluded cabin. For the first time, he brought you with him.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Non-canon compliant: Hawks’ quirk does not work like this. Reader is a hero that works at Hawks agency. Pre-existing relationship. Reader is a female with female genitalia. Feral behavior. Rutting. Biting. Spanking. Slight BDSM. Consensual sex. Wing kink. Oral sex. Romantic relationship.

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It was dark by the time you woke, that much was clear since Hawks had pulled the curtains back and the only source of light was coming from the fireplace. Your chest, facing the fire, felt warm; but, your back, despite being wrapped in blankets, felt bare and cold.

Hawks was no longer nuzzled in the assortment of bedding with you, and while that shouldn't have mattered to you that much, it strangely did. You felt a tinge of anxiety as you sat up; but, then, you spotted him, or more accurately his wings, as he was fumbling around with something in the kitchen.

He had seen or felt you stirring, that much was clear when Hawks came speeding around into the living room with a water bottle in hand. His hair was a scraggly mess and he was naked, glistening with various fluids and clearly very unwashed.

"Here," he offered, slinking back into the mess of sheets and pillows.

You chugged half the water bottle down, parting with a sigh and watched Hawks hastily gulp down what was left before carelessly tossing the bottle away. It didn't land on the ground, zipped away and tossed in the trash by one of his feathers.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

One of his hands caressed the side of your neck, fingers wrapped loosely around the back and thumb prodding at your jaw. He turned your head slightly one way, then the next, examining you.

His concerned tone and the worry etched all over his face, along with his examination, had you frowning. Annoyance surfaced at Hawks behaving as if he had something wrong or even hurt you.

"Why wouldn't I be?" you asked bluntly, not bothering to mask the irritation in your tone.

His eyebrows lowered slightly and his lips puckered into a pout. However, there was some ease on his face, pleased to know you hadn't lost your wits or bite. That was always a good sign.

"You know why," he uttered lowly.

"It was so horrible. That's why I begged you to keep going," you replied dryly.

It was worth the sass to watch his cheeks darken just a little bit. Hawks was very rarely the kind of get shy; but, he had exposed a very hidden part of himself to you, something dark and feral that wasn't exactly good for a pro hero, or any person for that matter.

"Keigo," you uttered, shifting your tone to something gentler. "I really did enjoy it. It didn't hurt or anything. You just wore me out, and - aheh - that was a new record for us, yeah?"

His frown slowly shifted into a faint smile. "A record for me," he uttered, shifting his gaze away. "But, I didn't get you there nearly as much."

"Come on, you know it's not that easy; and, it's not like it didn't feel good - every second of it," you protested, hand landing on his chest, right over his heart.

Hawks' skin felt sticky, no doubt with your combined sweat and possibly other fluids. But, you didn't dare retreat, staring at him with dedication until he finally looked back at you.

"How was it for you?" you asked sincerely. "Was it good - was I good?"

Hawks' eyes lit up as if he couldn't believe you had to even ask.

"Holy fu-" he breathed. "I didn't wanna make you worry or anything, so I didn't say it; but, alone, I wouldn't, y'know, masturbate. Just-" He paused to take a deep breath. "-week long stiffy."

He paused again to let out a brief, debilitating laugh. You, however, weren't laughing, frowning at the winged hero.

"So, I wasn't sure what to expect," he continued. "With you here and - well, you know, so I could-"

Hawks paused, leaning in to kiss you in an attempt to wipe the sour look off your face and to get himself to stop blabbering on senselessly.

"But, babe," he continued hastily, "goddamn, you were so, so good. Never felt so satisfied in my fucking life."

For a man who was always so secretive, always wearing a mask, the truth sounded so good on his lips, like he couldn't wait to tell you, like the weight of the world just lifted off his shoulders. He was wearing a small smile, eyes wrinkled at the corners, with a faint red tint on his cheeks.

"You satisfy me, too, y'know?" you whispered softly. "Always. So, I - I'm happy that I can give you that, too."

"Oh, babe," Hawks replied, matching your tone, albeit more sweetly. "This isn't new. You always make me feel so good. That's why I always come back, begging for more."

"Begging, huh? That's an option?" you teased hoarsely, leaning in to peck at the corner of his lips.

Hawks smiled, turning his head to kiss you properly, parting with a wet smack after a few seconds.

"If it's what you want?" he offered, whispering against your lips. "Me begging? Dirty girl."

You laughed softly at his teasing. If you were being honest with yourself, you were enraptured at the mere mental image, not that Hawks was too above getting on his knees for you, typically to reach your sex with his mouth. He didn't mind doing it on concrete, either, especially after a patrol, with his jumpsuit clinging to his sweaty body.

"Could I beg for something right now?" you asked softly.

"'course, babe," Hawks replied, his smile unwavering.

"Can I take a shower?" you muttered.

His brow lifted, eyes widening almost comically, and he flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah - yeah - you don't have to ask - oh - ohhh - I kinda growled at you huh-" Hawks cut off with nervous laughter, one of his hands flying up to push sweaty hair out of his face.

"You know," you began, voice a little hoarse, "you could do that outside of your rut, too?"

Hawks licked his lips before they curled into a grin. "Yeah? You like that? I can do that. Whatever you want," he replied suavely, as if you had just given him permission to do something quite dastardly.

"Ugh-" he stammered, charmed expression immediately shifting into something adorably nervous. "Before you - can I - can I look?"

To make his point clearer, Hawks slowly pulled the blanket off your body, sliding it away from your legs until you were nude to the air inside the cabin. His hands touched your knees but didn't pry them apart. Instead, you opened your legs for him, feeling a flush of nervousness as something very wet gushed from your folds, the hypersensitivity making the feeling intensified.

Hawks looked down, cheeks red and eyes comically wide; instead of following his gaze, you watched him, intrigued by the expression he was wearing. If you were being honest, it looked like the face a child made the first time they came across porn on the internet.

"Oh," he blurted dumbly.

If he didn't look so damn cute, you probably would have smacked him. It was embarrassing, if the mess looked how it felt, which it did. Hawks could see thick globs of his seed oozing from your cunt, like something out of a porno and not reality.

He swallowed loudly, resisting the urge to use his fingers to smear it all over your sex.

"Keigo?" you uttered, catching his attention suddenly.

"Sorry," he replied hoarsely. "That's really fucking hot."

His bold statement had your heart thundering with praise. However, as much as he might have enjoyed the sight of his seed dripping out of you, you were quite over it. That must have been written all over your face, for the winged hero flushed nervously.

"I'll - ugh - get you to the - the shower," Hawks stammered, standing up and carefully bringing you with him.

You didn't protest when you lifted you into his arms and carried you across the cabin, heading for the bathroom. More oozed out when he set you on your feet, and Hawks paused to stare, watching a heavy droplet slide down your inner thigh.

You dramatically cleared your throat and Hawks jolted as if you had slapped him. He staggered away, leaning into the shower to turn the nozzle. He remained standing nearby, one hand under the running water to check the temperature.

After a minute or so, and some fiddling with the knob, he pulled his hand away.

"There, scalding, just how you like it," he teased.

"Oh, shut up," you huffed harmlessly, carefully stepping past him to enter the shower.

You were surprised when he followed in after you, not because you were discomforted by his accompaniment, but because you were surprised you both managed to fit. The shower was clearly not made for couples. It made you wonder if Hawks ever expected to have someone else here with him.

Hawks carefully slid into the spot behind you as the warm water gently pummeled your front, soaking your hair and washing away the sweat. He tucked his wings in tight against his back to avoid smacking the walls and waited for his turn under the stream.

However, that thought died when he caught the sight of your back, littered with pink bruises and two large marks the shape of his teeth. Without thinking, he arched over you to kiss at the bite marks he had left over your shoulders and upper back. You whined at the sudden touch and the slight pain that blossomed on the bruised skin.

"Sorry," Hawks uttered sharply and suddenly, reeling back so quickly that he smacked into the wall, as if he had lost control for a moment.

"I should leave-" he choked out, pushing the sliding door to the shower back open.

You sharply turned around to stop him. As you took in the sight of him, you realized that he was hard again, which was likely what prompted his retreat. Well, it was an attempted retreat anyway, for you grabbed at his arm, stopping him halfway out.

"Keigo, it's okay," you uttered softly, pulling him back into the shower.

He looked comically terrified as you dragged him back into the stall and under the flowing current of the shower head. His hands smacked onto the wall and his feet skidded against the tiles as he tried not to collide with you. His wings shuddered behind him, feathers trying to remain tucked in tight against his back, resisting the urge to flex out.

"Can you be gentle?" you asked, in less of a questioning tone, and more of a guiding one.

You could see the fear melt away and unbridled, raw passion began to glow in his gold eyes.

"Fuck - really? Y-yeah," he breathed.

His tone, so grateful, so happy, tugged at your heartstrings and made your clit throb faintly between your legs. You were ashamed to think that you could still get aroused after such an eventful morning. Yet, you had no doubt, he could easily slip in right now without any preparation. It was an exciting thought.

You turned around slowly, folded your arms against the wall and laid your cheek against them, before propping up on your toes, presenting to him. Hawks braced an arm on the wall with a sudden smack that startled you. He let out a low exhale, and you wondered if he nearly fell over.

"Fuck," he sighed, confirming that suspicion. "I really - really gotta make it up to you," he uttered, hands slowly sliding over your plump hips.

"Nothing to make up," you protested softly. "'m enjoying myself, too."

He didn't pull or move you, but brought himself in. You felt the tops of his thighs against the back of yours, his knees getting knocking against you, toes curling where they touched your own feet.

You weren't surprised at how easily he slipped in. Hawks, however, clearly was, for he whined like an injured pup, and you felt his head fall forward and collide with your back. A drawn-out shudder ran through him, from head to toe, and you felt every inch of it.

"Ohhhh fuck," he groaned into your skin. He leaned back enough to kiss at one of your bruises. "No more bites," he promised. "Just - mmm-" he cut off and you felt the heat of his tongue lapping at the bite marks while he grumbled out a please hum.

Instead of one of his feathers, a long, calloused digit dipped between your folds to flick back and forth at your pearl in long strokes, forcing a pleased whine from deep in your throat.

As you requested, he set a steady pace, just enough force to be enjoyable, but not anything like this morning. Like this, he reached that perfect spot that made you keen. He seemed to be enjoying the drag well enough, if his soft moans and huffed exhales were anything to go by.

"That's perfect," you sobbed, nails scratching against the wall tiles.

"Yeah?" he uttered hopefully.

His boyish tone caught you a little off guard, not that it was unwanted. He seemed excited at the thought of getting you to come. It was hardly a priority for you most of the time. It felt good and that was all that mattered; Hawks, however, was a man on a mission.

"Like that?" he groaned, right into your ear.

He didn't change anything, but desired the confirmation that he was doing it right.

"Yes, Keigo," you uttered weakly. Immediately, you changed your mind. "No - harder," you added on insistently.

He obeyed, delivering a little more force to the movement of his hips, and then, it really was perfect. You pushed back against the wall, legs straining to keep yourself upright, to meet his thrusts, to keep him at that perfect angle. You threatened to fall when your orgasm hit you, but Hawks had an arm wrapped around your waist in record time.

Your combined screams echoed in the tiny shower stall, and you realized faintly that he was coming, too. His wings unconsciously jutted out and smacked the wall. Hawks, however, couldn't be bothered to care, and kept thrusting into you until every drop was spent.

You tilted your head back and he lowered his, meeting you in a sloppy kiss that was mostly tongue and teeth. His cock softened, surprisingly, and popped free, leading you to wonder if you had finally exhausted him, at least for today.

The pleased, blissed out look on his face was something downright pornographic, but beautiful as ever. Even when you turned your head away from the kiss, he lingered, lips brushing your cheek. His tongue darted out to taste your skin, and you growled.

"Guh - stop that," you scolded him, arm shifting back and threatening to elbow him.

He didn't apologize, unsurprisingly, but he did stop.

Hawks reached up, uttering, "the shower head detaches", and pulled it down to make his point. Sure enough, it extended with a metallic sound as the internal hose dragged.

"Actually," you uttered. "You said you'll make it up to me?"

Hawks hummed agreeingly.

"Clean me," you demanded softly.

He chuckled into the space above your shoulder, whispering, "yes, ma'am."

In the days that followed, Hawks bent you over the chabudai, propped you up on the counter tops in the kitchen, against the door when you threatened to step outside without him. You were almost embarrassed to admit that his angered state had aroused you senselessly.

On one of the warmer days, he took you outside, held you up against a tree with your legs wrapped around his waist, and fucked you until you forgot how cold it was. At some point, his momentum had become too feverous, and knocked some snow off the tree, which coated the both of you.

Together, you melted the snow off in front of the fireplace. He stared at you, then, as if he couldn't believe you were real. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, as he wondered if this was a fever dream and not reality.

"Birdie, talk to me," you asked, breaking him out of his stupor.

"I'm just so happy," he answered, looking a little weak, for just a moment.

"Me, too," you whispered, feeling him fold over you, bringing you into an embrace, before his wings followed, wrapping around you like a crimson blanket.

When the final day came, you spent the morning cleaning the cabin together, just the same as you did when you first arrived. Hawks cleared the ashes out of the fireplace while you dusted. He put covered the furniture, using his wings to gain some height to make it easier, while you folded the freshly washed bedding and tucked it away in the chest upstairs.

He looked like a new man, if you were being honest. His feathers were bright and shiny, elegantly draped behind him in their neat assembly of twin wings. His skin practically glowed and his eyes were sharp. There was bounce in his step and he was practically buzzing with energy. You couldn't help but feel smug at the sight. His rut was ending well satisfied for the first time in his entire life-

-because of you.

When everything was done, Hawks suddenly descended upon you, arms winding around your waist and lips assaulting your cheek in feathery kisses.

You giggled at the onslaught, ceasing when he whispered into your ear, "one last time? -before the taxi arrives?"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes a little, scolding harmlessly, "horny bird."

"Ahuh," he agreed with a smirk.

You pushed against him until he let out go and glanced around the room, debating on what position and location suited your fancy. Hawks watched silently, intrigued and excited, as you walked around the cabin. He followed, hot on your heels, reaching for you every time you paused only to be shrugged off.

Luckily, it didn't take you long to choose a spot, grab Hawks by the arm, and drag him. He didn't have to be told twice, and pinned you there, leaning over you predatorily. Limbs tangled and lips met in a hurry to have each other one more time before you were whisked back to your hero lives.

[moonyswolfie]

Legillimens

Soooo I love the rougher, player Sirius fics, I really do. I have plenty saved in my likes. But I can’t help thinking that when this sweet man falls in love, he becomes the fluffiest and blushiest ever, even more than sweet baby Remus.

So here is some soft and fluffy Sirius, enjoy everyone!

Sirius Black x Legillimens!reader

Summary: Sirius is trying to come up with a way to ask you out, unaware that his thoughts are loud and clear for you to hear...

Sirius found himself to be a nervous mess around you lately, a fact that made you giddy. After all, it wasn’t every day that the school ‘s infamous charmer was reduced to a stuttering, blushing mess.

You and Sirius have been friends for a few years now – just friends – but in the last couple of months both your feelings have changed, taking a romantic turn.

It started slow for you, catching yourself stealing glances at his beautiful face during lessons, finding his jokes genuinely funny and lighting up every time you laid eyes on that gorgeous, radiant smile of his.

Before long, you came to the shocking realization that you have fallen for your best friend – and that you were surely doomed to a life of heartbreak seeing as he only thought of you as a friend and nothing more.

And unlike other girls, you could actually state that fact with full certainty.

You’ve been born with a rare ability : you were a Legillimens, meaning that you could hear other people’s thoughts, and not always intentionally.

It was a strange ability, one you’ve grown accustomed to over the years.

Many times you’ve wandered the corridors of the castle and heard what you thought were people right by your side, yet when you turned to look, no one was there. They were thoughts coming from different Chambers, from various people.

And such was the case with your best friend during your current lesson. You didn’t mean to pry, you actually did your best to avoid his thoughts as much as you possibly could at all times – something you did with all your best friends - in fear that you would intrude on their privacy, but now Sirius‘ were loud enough that you could hear them from the other end of the room you two were in.

‘Y/N, how about you and me an…no, scratch that. It sounds horrible. Come on, Sirius, you can charm every girl in this entire castle with one look, you can ask your best friend on a date!‘

The last comment got an eye roll out of you, but still, a huge, surprised smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

To say that you were taken aback when you heard your name would be an understatement. Did that mean he fancies you too?

You never thought that he would return your feelings, let alone want to date you.

But this shy side of him you were hearing now, this was quite flattering.

‘Hey, Y/N… yes, definitely better’ the voice in his head sounded less frustrated this time around ‘would you… maybe… if you want… uh… go out..on a date…with me?“

You had to physically restrain yourself from awwing out loud and answering his question since you were in the middle of Potions class, but you were beaming.

Sirius Black returned your feelings.

It felt wrong every time you overheard other people’s intimate thoughts, but this time the guilt was a lot smaller in comparison to your happiness.

He wanted to ask you out, but the thought made him nervous.

You chewed on your lower lip, lost in your mind, and didn’t hear the bell announcing the end of the lesson until a tall figure leaned against the wall to your right.

“Ready to go, Y/N? We have a few essays to write for tomorrow, so we’d better get started on them.”

You stirred back to reality and nodded, smiling in Sirius’ direction.

“Yes, of course, let’s.”

You got up and packed your stuff quickly, exiting the class with him and joining the rest of the Marauders on the corridor.

The second he laid eyes on you, James furrowed his brows.

“What’s got you this happy, Y/N/N?“

You shrugged and started walking towards the Library.

“Nothing in particular, Jamie, I’m just excited that the weekend in one day away and that we have a Hogsmeade trip too.”

He grins, one that Remus matched perfectly. You knew exactly what was on their minds without needing to look, they were excited to go to Zonko’s and stock up on prank items.

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Three hours later, you let out a groan and sprawl yourself all over the library table.

“If I never hear the word ‘war’ again, it would be too soon”

The boys laughed and shook their heads, adding the finishing touches on their own History of Magic essays about the Giant Wars. James finished first and nearly jumped out of his seat when he saw the time.

“Blimey, I’m late again for Quidditch practice! This essay took forever. I’ll see you guys after!“ he yelled the last part on his way out, earning a bunch of giggles from the rest of you and a harsh shushing from Madame Pince.

You sighed and changed your position, your head now resting on your arms, yet this time you stole cheeky glances at Sirius when you were sure he wasn’t looking.

He is most handsome when he’s focusing like that, hair slipping in front of his face, shielding half from sight, tongue sticking out all cute when he’s deep in concentration...

‘Maybe ask her now. She’s right in front of you, come on, this is your chance…’

Sirius tilted his head and glanced at Moony, who was filling his third parchment with his beautiful and neat handwriting.

‘Or after Moony leaves too… or maybe kick him out somehow?'

You started giggling at his last thought and that got weird looks your way from both boys. You blushed bright red and shook your head, waving them off.

“Was trying to set up a plan for a prank on Pince. Though I think I may have gone too far and it’s not doable either“ you replied quick, to cover your mistake.

The boys have known about your gift from day one. After all, you weren’t about to hide from your best friends, were you?

But they were also counting on your promise to stay away from their heads, so they never worried about you reading their minds before, and nothing changed now. Remus shrugged and went back to writing while Sirius chewed on the end of his quill, a habit that you found quite adorable.

They were none the wiser at the cause of your giggle, and you breathed out a sigh of relief. If Sirius knew, this would have turned very awkward insanely fast.

Twenty more minutes have passed before Remus put his quill down and gathered the now four scrolls of parchment and stuffed them in his bag.

“I think I’ll go and catch up on some sleep now, if you don’t mind, I can still feel the last full moon’s effects on me” he said and muffled a yawn “Pads, you coming up too?“

Sirius hummed and looked up from his own essay, now covered in doodles on the edges.

“Hmm? No, I’m good, Moons, I’ll actually stay a bit more and compare some Charms notes with Y/N/N” he said and winked your way, making a faint blush dust your cheeks.

Moony smiled as well and got up.

“Suit yourselves” he said and he was out the door a moment later.

“So… “ you started and fumbled for your Charms notes in your bag, but Sirius’ hand on your wrist stopped you mid movement.

“No, I… the Charms notes were just a pretext, I’m sorry. Truth is, I wanted to ask you something and I wanted you alone for that” he finished in a whisper and his cheeks were now a matching shade of pink to your own.

You stifled a smile and offered him your full attention, raising a brow curious.

“Would you like to… maybe… if you want, I mean, you don’t have to… I mean… “ he groaned and buried his face in his hands “would you want to go with me… maybe tomorrow….“ he stopped again and his blush intensified, increasing your urge to aww and cover him in kisses.

His flustered state, as much as it melted your heart, made up your mind and so you put him out of his misery.

“I would love to go on a date with you, Sirius” you said soft, taking his hand in yours and drawing small circles on the back of it.

He frowned in confusion, which made a guilty expression appear on your face.

“Your thoughts have been pretty loud today, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

Although his cheeks were beet red at this point, he couldn’t help but chuckle and pull you to his chest, holding you tight and kissing the top of your head sweet.

“Well, I’m quite glad they were, I don’t know if I’d have been able to properly ask you that question.”

You giggled and buried your face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent and letting it wash over you, engulfing you in the most pleasant sensation you’ve ever felt.

[l-norris]

The last race of the triple header has blessed us, and now thou shall receive another recap, this time with a new(-ish) design!

(... It's literally only the header that's new but whatever)

DISCLAIMER: Remember that this is just for shits and giggles, I'm not trying to actually hate on any of the drivers cuz all (most) of them are very dear to me!

As always - numbers in brackets = lap numbers

- Pre-race anxiety is through the roof

- Checo starts from pitlane

- Logan starts from 12th!! Go funky American man!

- Lando and Max are starting next to each other

- God help me

- Rain hovering in the distance

- Ferraris are fucked

- Formation lap starts

- George speedy formation lap

- He wants to get this OVER with

- Pierre has issues with the car after 50-grid-place penalty rip

- He retires before the race even starts

- It's lights out and away go!

- Lewis instantly swoops over to protect George

- Lando bottles start again :(

- Lando struggles with tires

- DRS enabled

- What happened with Pierre? We don't know.

- Mans didn't even make it through the formation lap

- Alex loses pieces of his car (3)

- Logan reports it like he's scared they'll make him switch cars with Alex midrace

- I wouldn't put it past Williams tbh

- Talks of rain already (4)

- "Double stacking won't be a problem for Red Bull" SHOTS FIRED

- Alex and Fernando contact at the start of the race btw

- ... So that's why Alex' car is falling apart

- PSA: Checo is not last anymore! (7)

- "Hülkenberg, who was the fastest Ferrari powered car in Qualifying yesterday." CROFTY PLS😭

- Esteban classical dive-bomb

- Pierre had a gearbox issue btw

- Glad we got that outta the way

- So much for switching all the components in the car

- Alpine please get a grip (they won't ever)

- "Lando we'll keep it simple" what does that mean William

- William I don't like how this sounds

- "Rain in so-and-so many minutes" SHUT UP!! I'M SO FUCKING SCARED RIGHT NOW YOU SHUT UP!

- Guanyu pits (13)

- Charles overtakes Lance (14)

- Lando closes up to Max (14)

- I've seen this movie before and I didn't like the ending

- Lando overtakes Max! (15)

- Oscar now also closing in on Max (17)

- He overtakes him easily! (18)

- Holy hell the Red Bull is a tractor

- Lewis overtakes George! (18)

- And Lando swoops past too! (19)

- Switched to ORF bc F1 TV is behind by like half a lap

- People switched to inters and damn bro y'all were STUPID for that

- And before you ask

- Yes, there was a Ferrari involved.

- Yes, that Ferrari was Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc.

- Terrible day for Tifosi 4.0

- Red Bull sacrificed Checo

- "It's too dry for inters" We know Checo (unlike some teams)

- DRS enabled (24)

- The people on inters crying rn

- I'm crying too dw

- horrendous laptimes from the drivers on inters (we're talking 1:50 territory here)

- Max in 5th

- 30 minute rain cell incoming

- Checo lapped (25)

- Charles lapped (25)

- That's three in a row now Ferrari

- What the fuck are you doing Ferrari

- Sigh...

- Lando and Oscar fight (26)

- help me

- everyone pits except for the Top 4 (27)

- Lando pits (28)

- Mercedes double stack (28)

- They fucking forgot Oscar again😭

- McLaren when I catch you McLaren

- Charles pits AGAIN (28)

- This is worse than Spielberg

- I can't do this anymore

- Red Bull fumble Checos pitstop (29)

- Max can't keep up

- He's 1.3 seconds slower than Lando

- "It's not raining anymore mate" Okay Lewis

- George retires (34)

- Horrible day for GR63 fans (me)

- Kevin almost bins it in classical Kmag style (35)

- Lando wobbles a little and gives me a heart attack in the process (36)

- Max is suddenly somehow faster than the others (38)

- What a fucking surprise /j

- Slicks time (38)

- Lando stays out one lap longer

- Lando pits (39)

- Lewis leads (40)

- MCLAREN. WHEN WILL YOU LEARN THAT YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES?!

- That's like the fourth win y'all just fucking gave away

- Mr. Stella I'd like a (not-so-friendly) word or two

- Kimi Antonelli sighted! (45)

- Max is gaining on Lando🫣 (46)

- anxiety

- I'm sweating real hard

- Max swoops past Lando (48)

- man

- Lewis is still in the lead

- if it is one person who deserves the win it's Lewis

- At least they're keeping it exciting until the end

- This is fine

- last lap starts!

- Oscar fastest lap (51)

- Rooting for Lewis rn don't talk to me

- HE WINS IT!

- Carlos steals fastest lap btw

- BUT!!!

- GET IN THERE LEWIS IS BACK

- HE'S CRYING😭

- HE'S CRYING I'M CRYING EVERYONE IS CRYING

- LEWIS😭

- I wanna give him a hug so bad rn

- He deserved that win

- Also he's DotD!

- "Why didn't you go onto Mediums instead?" LEWIS PLEASE LEAVE THE CHILD (Lando) ALONE!!

- The cooldown room scenes are a blessing and a curse lmao

- ... Feel free to add on!

... Phew! What a race man. There were some classics (like Ferrari and McLaren screwing their drivers once again), but Lewis deserved this win so so much, I'm literally in tears. Sad that George had to retire, but at least we got two Brits on the podium🥹