#but if i sit in front of the tv and try to follow something im generally lost after 5 minutes

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happy new year everyone, this is probably crap but just take it im tired

being a homebody with roommate!simonriley is a strange experience. He had told the landlord he hadnt minded having a roommate occupy the spare room but with so long and no sign of interest, he had ultimately forgotten altogether. Until one morning, the landlord had texted him and soon he was opening the door to you, standing with your suitcases and an embarrassed smile. He helped you bring it in, although he wasn't the most friendly and the both of you were dead silent the entire time.

“Dont really care what you do here. Just dont bring friends over and leave a mess, dont come home in the early ‘ours and leave a mess and dont go out and leave a mess.” You blink at him, and then point to yourself, almost unbelieving of his words. When have you ever gone out? “Yes you, who else?” He has to resist rolling his eyes, and a little smile peeks out, an awkward one but it breaks the ice enough to make him raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“Why’re you lookin’ at me like that?”

.You quickly revert to your quiet demeanour, giving a meek salute in response.

“Okay, okay, yes sir, i’ll follow all the rules.”

And you did, almost too well. There was never a mess left in the kitchen, infact he hardly saw you most days he was home. Given that your shoes were never near the door too, he just automatically figured you were out partying all evening or hanging out with friends. It almost made him roll his eyes, that you could have so much energy but also just waste your life away like that. He knew you went to work on the weekdays, saw you slip out the front door quietly, and then return to your room in the evening.

It’s one of those weeks in British winter which is just freezing for no apparent reason, even if it’s barely December yet. Simon’s skin is practically about to turn blue, having just come back from a long deployment yesterday. The usual clothes he uses for underlayers had been ripped and torn throughout the mission, aswell as his usual balaclava. It was one of the toughest yet, leaving him littered in bruises and a wave of exhaustion that refuses to leave. He sighs, rubbing his temples as he lays on the couch, head resting against the armrest whilst he flicks through the tv channels.

Though his activities are interrupted when he hears a small click, causing his eyes to immediately flick over to the direction— he was sure you were out. After all, there wasn't a single sound in there all day. Has someone broken in? Did you have a dog he hadn't been told about? He’s never heard a bark, maybe it’s something quieter like a cat, sneakier like a snake even. Then the handle turns and he tenses, eyes trained and his grip tightening on the remote control. Who the hell was behind that door?

What he hadn’t expected, was to see you shivering with a frown, your hands wrapped into the pockets of the thick hoodie as you tried to warm them. You intended to grab a hot water bottle from the kitchen, since you had left it there drying the night prior. Though, naturally your focus moves to the tv, forcing you to see the full view of his bare face and eyes widened. “You’re home?!” You squeak, trying to turn back incase you witnessed something you shouldnt have, only to hit your head smack against your bedroom door. He quickly sits up himself, face tinting with colour as he practically snatches his ripped mask from his pocket and forces it on. “I should say the same to you.”

“ Its the weekend, I never go out on the weekends.” He looks at you with clear disbelief, a hand tugging his shirt down where it had ridden up on his stomach. “Your shoes ‘ave never been by that door though.“ You blink, opening the door to your bedroom to show him the shoe rack and he falls silent. “ You never come out of your room. How do you even survive?!” He watches your cheeks burn pink but he’s had enough, wanting to understand how you had evaded his senses for so long. Before you can protest he’s pushing past you, looking around your room.

“We literally have a stove.”

“This is more convenient!”

“You’re just lazy!”

He waves the self heating pan in your face and you frown, embarrassed at being caught out for being so lazy that you even make your own lunch and dinner in this room. Instead, his gaze moves over your current set up which is adorned with everything soft and comfy. He’s starting to understand after he sees the wide screen pc, the stash of snacks in your cupboard and the cans lined up. “Yknow, most keep paperwork in their cupboards.” He grunts and your hands plant on his arms, attempting to push him out of your room before you instantly recoil. “You’re freezing!”

That’s the first he’s chuckled for a while, and presses his knuckles against your cheek making you recoil like a hissy cat. “Oh come on i’m not that cold—“

“Ice on my face! Literally ice!”

His mask creases, but you’re right , there’s even goosebumps along his skin now. But damn, that throw blanket on your bed looks comfy..

“If i make ya some good food, will you give me that blanket?”

”Thi’ is so good-“ You say through a full mouth, coddled beneath a blanket as you scoff down a bowl of chicken salad. He doesnt know when he picked it up, but he has a few memories of Kyle giving him and Johnny a bowl when they didnt know what to do with the few ingredients in the fridge. “That’s ‘cause im a good cook.” You mumble something in response to his grumble, but it’s difficult by how stuffed your cheeks are, almost looking like a squirrel. It makes him want to laugh but he’s growing more tired by the minute, eyes threatening to fall. Whilst you were stuffing your face, he had gotten exactly what he was promised, currently enthralled by your heated duvet. You even have one on your mattress to warm that too, and a plushie that you can microwave— he feels like he’s in a heater heaven.

“Hey— I said a blanket, not my whole bed.” Finished with your meal, he supposed you’d be back to lazing around now, either gaming, watching the latest episode of your series or starting a new book to finish within the hour. “Hey— move-” You try to push him but he only grunts, already halfway to dream land. He owes you breakfast tomorrow.

[cyber333angel]

DEALER!BARRY X SPOILED!READER X DEALER!RAFE <3

you get a little too “spoiled” when with your boyfriends — barry and rafe!

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it was the weekend, meaning it was time for shopping spree at the mall! strolling around the coach store of your favorite big building, you struggle to choose which bag your boyfriends would pay for. behind you they walked, talking while watching you happily trudge in front of them. “blueberry or cherry?” you ask holding them both up next to you, posing with them in your pink tracksuit . “you can get both of em mama.” barry tells you and rafe looks at him, “she doesn’t need both, you spoil her too much.” barry rolls his eyes, “s’not like we can’t afford it big bruh, if she wants it she can have it.” you squeal at his retort, and hug him. “thank you bear!” giving him an attack of kisses on his cheek. rafe sighs “that’s not the point. you know how bratty she gets when she thinks she can have anything she wants. don’t act surprised when she throws a tantrum cause she can’t have something.”

“mhm.” barry says walking to the other shelf of jewelry with you, looking back at rafe and stick your tongue at him and say “bleh!” he furrows his eyebrows and power-walks toward you, shrieking at his scariness, you run and hide behind barry.

after shopping, you arrive home at tannyhill. “thank you rafe!” giving him a kiss for funding half the shopping spree “thank you bear!” you give your other boyfriend a kiss for the other half of funding and take your bags up to your room, placing them in your walk in closet.

later on a friday, your sitting on the couch with rafe, watching tv while he scrolls through his phone. bored you say, “rafey can we go to the mall? I smelt this miss dior perfume last week and I really liked it but we never bought it.” he doesn’t look up from his phone. “no. we already went this week, no need to go for a while.” you pout at him, “no but I really need it! im going somewhere with-“ he cuts you off. “what i just say huh? no. getting so fuckin bratty this early in the morning..” you look at him with a vexed face and you mumble. “I bet barry would take me..so infuriating”

rafe looks up at you from his phone. “what’d you say?” trying to escape the scene, you get up and walk to the the kitchen telling him, “s’nothing!”

“what i fucking thought.” he says quietly but harsh enough for you to hear. barry comes home later at night finding rafe in the kitchen opening a can of beer. “yo country club.” he looks for you and doesn’t see you with rafe as you usually are at this time, he asks ” where’s our girl?” rafe chuckles “sleeping off the badass little attitude she had today.”

barry, confused on what attitude you could possibly have, “what’d she do?” sighing, rafe shoots him a look “she started acting like a fucking brat cause I told her she can’t go to the mall again as if we didn’t go this week already. it’s because of you she thinks she can always have her way.”

barry had always been the one to be the most lenient with you, he loved you and would do anything to protect his girl. and of course rafe loves you as well and would do more than anything for you, but someone had to keep you in check and it was always rafe. “well come talk to her with me then. we’ll set her straight.” you wake up to barry picking you up by the armpits, blinking awake and rubbing your eyes with your manicured nails , “mm hi bear..”

“hey princess, we gotta talk so let’s go downstairs and get something t’a eat alright?” he readjusts the satin bonnet sliding off your head, you nod at him still sleepy. gaining energy you sit on the island of your kitchen while barry fixes you some milk and and a grilled cheese. rafe stands in front of you, you roll your eyes following from the earlier argument. he jerks his head back from the sudden sass, “don’t roll your eyes at me, you know your manners.“ he looks back at barry, “ you-you see what im talking about right? she’s getting too fucking rude. what is it, you need some dick? what’s with the attitude?” you look at him with all seriousness in your face “I wanted to go to the mall rafe!” he breathes hard through his nose. “im fed up with you. barry go talk some sense into that girl before i bend her over the table i swear.” barry turns the stove off, finishing your grilled cheese and cuts it diagonally placing it next to you with a glass milk. “what’s going on going on sweet girl? I hear you throwing tantrums round’ this house, what’s that about?” you pout at him “rafes being mean t’me saying I can’t go shopping!”

“well you know if we tell you something your supposed to listen even if it’s something you don’t wanna hear.” he tilts his head at you “hm? now why don’t you gone head and apologize to polo boy over there f’me.” you look up at him and huff, turning your back to rafe sitting on the couch you shout “rafe could you come over here please!” he rises from his seat and walks over to you, “don’t yell in the fucking house. what is it? you gonna apologize for the way you been acting?” you nod, “mhm i just wanted to say m’sorry daddy. I didn’t mean to be a brat, you just get me nice things all the time, and i guess I got carried away! it won’t happen again, promise!” holding up your pinky finger to pinky promise your boyfriend, rafe chuckles, interlocking his pinky with yours. “thanks for the apology baby, your gonna be a good girl for the rest of the week right?” he says nodding his head waiting for you to agree, “mhm.”

barry interjects, “well I think our pretty girl deserves a reward for being a big girl today right?” and rafe bows his head in a agreeing motion diving in to kiss you deeply from the right side of your body. your other boyfriend on your left, slides his rough hands on your thighs. “open your legs f’me mama.” you split your legs apart revealing the wet spot on your pink laced panties and through your thin shorts. barry takes off your short sleeping pants as well as your panties, letting the shorts drop to the floor, he puts your pink lace into his pocket. bending down he kisses you up from your calfs, up to your knees and to your inner thighs. “you gone let me make you feel good angel?” you nod frantically through rafes kisses. barry hooks his biceps under your thighs to bring you now soaked cunt closer to his face. “you smell so fuckin sweet for daddy, love this pussy.” he spits on your bud, sucking it harshly, making you squirm around the table. you whimper into rafes mouth from the intensity of barry’s lapping. rafe lifts up your shirt exposing your breasts and starts to pinch your nipples, with a different hand he unbuckles his pants. he grabs your hand and pulls out his cock letting you stroke his length. whispering “fuck..” under his breath, you paw at him faster. you shiver when barry thrust his tongue into your wet cunt, he takes his tongue out and shoves two fingers in and the other hand rubbing furiously at your clit. you take the one hand you have left and grip at rafes shirt from the extreme stimulation of your cunt. “be a good girl and come for daddy.” your boyfriend below you says, finishing you off. you arch your back, “mmph!” stuttering into rafes mouth, he lets go of your moistened lips, his dick standing tall from your jerking at it. hiccuping you say “that felt so g-good daddy.. I want you in me now please!”

“course mama.” barry gets up and lifts you off the counter, guiding you to the couch in the living room, you take rafes hand and he follows behind you. barry unbuttons his pants and his cock springs out, average height but so unbelievably thick. he sits on the couch and pulls you close to him, you hover over him letting him position his dick into your slick cunt. sinking down he praises you, “goood girl. shit, you taking me so well angel.” you mewl at him “mm it’s so big daddy!” rafe watches the scene and stands in front of you, gripping your jaw to force you to look up at him. “you wanna make daddy feel good too right?” you nod frantically and he lets go of your face, holding up his cock with one hand he slaps it on your cheek and positions it into your mouth. he thrusts his cock into your mouth making you choke, gripping your neck to make your gullet feel tighter. behind you, barry’s fucking up into your cunt with wet sounds heard all around the living room. it makes your head spin and clench harder around his cock “you doing so well for us princess, see how being a good girl gets you a reward?” you can’t answer with your throat being used but you do agree. “this fucking mouth..god you feel so good.” choking, as rafe speeds up the pace, he releases his warm load deep into your throat, thrusting as deep as he can to make it stick. “you better swallow all of it sweetheart..shittt..” he takes his cock out your mouth looking at your face. he grabs you face again “stick out your tongue.” you do as your told, showing him your empty mouth, cum nowhere to be seen but in your stomach. “good girl.” your eyes are half lidded and you smile up at him, still getting pounded from behind. “f-fuck daddy your going too hard..” barry smacks your ass, a firm slap that makes you flinch “don’t say that shit.” you sob at the harsh tone. “m’sorryyy daddy, your just hitting it so deep!”

“yeah I know mama..im bout to finish.” he puts in his last brutal thrust. plap-plap-plap and you cry at the rapid pace, taking your hands and placing them on barry’s thighs, a weak attempt to slow him down. looking up at rafe he tells you to “move your fucking hands.” you flinch, removing them and instead you reach your hands out to rafe, interlocking your hands together. barry at his climax, nuzzles his dick deep into your pussy, burrowing his warm cum into your pussy. “mm felt so good..both make me feel so g-good, oh goddd!” twitching when barry pulls out your cunt, he gets up from under you. they both admire you as the cum leaks out from your abused pussy. “what a fucking view..” after they finish using you, rafe lifts you up “let’s get you cleaned up sweetheart, did so good.” barry cleans up the pillows knocked off from this whole affair and goes to the kitchen, putting your grilled cheese in the microwave for you to eat tomorrow. your boyfriends both clean you up in the tub, they wash you off and clean out the load still buried in your cunt. they change you into one of their shirts, placing you in the shared bed you lay between them. you mumble as you drift to sleep “bear and rafey..can I go shopping now?” they both chuckle at you still acting like spoiled brat. “sure sweet girl.” as you fall asleep in their arms.

<3

[reidrum]

hard to love (easy to be loved) | s.r

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pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

a/n: this one is kinda short, but i kinda like it? i wrote that big speech spencer gives first out of self indulgence and the rest came after so i hope it meshed well. i love hearing yalls thoughts so please let me know what you think!!!! ALSO, im taking requests! guidelines are in my pinned, and im adding a smut prompt list if yall wanna choose from that too, or not thats cool too. lastly i just wanna say that if you relate to reader, i love you, you’re not alone, and you are worthy of love and kindness. okay im done yapping now love yall <3

cw: hurt/comfort, fluff, allusions to depression and depressive episode, gn!insecure!reader, spencer is a sweetheart that would rebuild pompeii for you i think

wc: 1.1k

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spencer found you on the couch when he got home from the office. he hadn’t heard from you in like, a day, and he just assumed you were busy with work just as he was. but when he walked in his heart clenched at the sight in front of him.

you were curled up on the couch facing away from the door, blankets all but covering your head, tissues scattered everywhere. you had dirty dishes and trash lying around the room, but spencer didn’t even have time to think about the germs when he heard you take a shuddering breath, and he felt his heart drop.

he drops his bag with a thud and hopefully announces his presence. “hi honey, i’m home,” he starts, not wanting to overwhelm you too fast. you don’t respond, just a soft hum that if spencer’s ears weren’t focused on your voice he’d have missed it. he pads over to the edge of the couch and kneels down, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face, “what happened?”

you’re quiet for a few seconds like you’re thinking of a good excuse to tell him, but when you look up into his eyes and all you’re met with is sheer concern, the tears spring right back into you and fall further into your losing battle.

“okay no, hey, it’s alright,” he whispers, keeping his hand steady on you, “what can i do for you right now? did you eat?” you shake your head, “how about you go wash your face really quick and put on different pjs, and i’ll order takeout.”

the tears gather in your eyes and threaten to fall, “okay”. he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and helps you sit up on the couch, smoothing your hair further down.

“i’ll be right here when you get back.” he squeezes your hand.

you tiredly swipe at your eyes and trudge to your room to wash your face and get clothes, trying your best to avoid any mirror so as not to accept your current state. walking back out, spencer is exactly where he said he’d be, but the trash and dishes have been picked up, clean blankets adorn the couch, and the tv softly hums with the new girl intro.

he looks at you from the couch, “thai food will be here in 20 minutes”, he moves a little to create the perfect you sized hole between his lap and the blankets, “come sit with me.”

you walk around the couch and spencer snakes his arm around your waist slowly pulling you down so you land perfectly in the crevice he created. he’s quick to drape his arm securely around your body, the other hand finding a home in your hair. he holds you snug to his body, hoping the warmth and love he has for you can radiate between you both.

“i love you.” spencer mumbles into your head.

you take another big breath, ignoring the way you still shudder in the inhale, “i know,” a lingering pause follows. spencer can tell you want to say more and he waits for you to continue, “i’m sorry.”

he pulls back so he can look at your face, “why are you sorry? you didn’t do anything, sweetheart.”

“i know, i just,” you try to push out as your throat threatens to seize up, “something triggered me in the morning, made me spiral really fast.”

“that’s not your fault, honey.”

“it’s not but, i just feel bad. like it happens so frequently at this point i feel like this is my natural state 90% of the time.”

“it’s actually pretty common to have intense feeli-“

“i said sorry because i feel like when i get like this it makes me hard to love.” you interject abruptly.

spencer stops talking. he knew you had a hard past, and he always tells you it’s made you who you are. he always tells you how beautiful you are, how smart you are, how your kindness and empathy is something he just marvels at. but he also knew he can only say so much that you would actually believe. spencer doesn’t mind using every breath he has to remind you.

he held your face with the palm of his hand on your cheek, forcing you to look directly into his honeyed eyes, “it is deeply important to me that you know how much i love and care about you. i know it’s hard to block out what other people think. but i would spend the rest of my life and then some showing you how worthy you are of being loved for who you are,” he whispers, “i promise you are not hard to love. i’m so sorry that people have made you feel like that. but i mean it when i say, that loving you is the easiest thing i've ever done.”

that was all you needed to just break in the comfort of his arms. you were trailing snot and tears onto his shirt and the only thing he did was pull you even closer to his chest. his hand ran up and down your back to soothe your spine, and his other hand remained on your hip, providing a comforting and reminding pressure.

“do you really mean that?” you couldn’t help but ask meekly.

not even a second passes, “always. you are my now, my tomorrow, my forever. i will always be here for you, pinky promise.” he holds out his slender pinky finger.

you let out a tearful laugh, “a pinky promise? what has the man of science devolved to.”

“devolved!? i’ll have you know, a pinky promise is actually the most sacred and serious promises of all. it actually dates back to ancient japan when this prostitute had to cu-“

“spence,” you hold out your pinky, “i love you.”

he intertwines with yours and raises your joint hands to kiss his thumb to seal it as you do the same, “i love you.” he leans in to place a longing kiss on your lips before moving to kiss your cheeks, nose, forehead, and then just everywhere until you’re giggling in his lap.

you both turn your attention back to the tv, watching winston and schmidt fight over their names when you blurt out, “okay i’m intrigued. what the fuck does a prostitute have to do with pinky promises.”

he laughs accusingly, “ah i knew curiosity would kill the cat. so there was this prostitute who had to cut their pinky off to show devotion of their love to…”

and you let his knowledge rambles lull you to sleep, the most restful one in days.

[guupie]

𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝐿𝒾𝑒𝓈 • 𝒥𝒥𝒦

Synopsis: Living a peaceful life without being in a relationship was something you was sure of. That is, until your ex shows up at your door almost at the ass crack of dawn. But it doesn’t matter to you, no matter how much you try. You can’t stop running back to him, you love him, he’s your ex boyfriend after all, right?

Genre: ex boyfriend, toxic relationship, manipulating, smut, heavy agnst, college au.

Please be aware i suck at writing…

Playlist: 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 - 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸, 𝗣𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸 - 𝘇𝗮𝘆𝗻, 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗼 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 - 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗱, 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 - 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗝𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝘁. 𝗧𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼, 𝗬𝗼𝘂 - 𝗔𝗿𝗶 𝗔𝗯𝗱𝘂𝗹

[word count: 2.8k]

Warnings: late night car sex, jungkook is a little shit, mature language, small humor, toxic jungkook, naive reader, jungkook is good at telling lies, love lies, smoking, chocking, small degradating, rough quick sex, jungkook is always finding ways to come back for you, jealous jungkook, love & hate, stalking, yandere jungkook, excuse any errors, unprotected sex.

Inspired by the song “into it by Chase Atlantic”

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Comfortably sitting in your living room on the sofa with a small glass of water eases your mind, you don’t know the reason of you being suddenly worried, but the unknown feeling sure did kept you up.

As you watch an unrecognizable show on the tv a sound is heard from your phone that sits across from you, with a raised eyebrow you grab your phone from the table. Checking your messages, you come across an unrecognizable message as the contact says ‘unknown’.

Unknown: I miss you.

You’re not sure if you should reply or not, maybe they have the wrong number. Mistaken you for someone else, but before you could come up with more conclusions your phone goes off again this time. Almost startling you.

Unknown: i know you see me texting you.

In an instant you tossed your phone onto the couch before heading upstairs, but a loud knock was heard at your front door. It was strange.

Because no one knew where you lived.

Halting your steps on the stairs, you stood there for a good minute to see if the knocking sound was just your imagination, but before you could shake it off the loud knocking sound was heard again. Following with the sound of a door knob rattling, as if someone was trying to break in.

Without much thinking you approached the front door, the sound of locks clicking filled your ears as you opened the door, revealing the one person you’d been avoiding for almost three months. Jeon fucking Jungkook.

“Hey-..”

“How the fuck did did you find my address?!” You were straight to the point, not even caring that Jungkook had gave you a glare.

Kissing his teeth as he eyes you up and down shamelessly, the black shorts that fitted on your body well as your curves were visible. A simple white tank top with your nipples slightly poking the material. “So that’s what I get the first time we see each other after what, three months?!”

You sigh, it was completely dark outside and the street lights were somewhat keeping the streets and the neighbors houses visible.

“What do you want?” Your voice is soft, you don’t feel like raising your voice at him when all he did was show up at your front door, looking absolutely stunning. His hair had gotten longer and somewhat curly, and the black sweatpants doesn’t add onto the feeling inside your gut.

Then your eyes fall onto his white tank top that matches the one you’re wearing, minis the small bow that decorates your tank top. Which was called a lace trim tank top.

“I wanted to see you.” He admits, biting his lips when takes a glance at your perky nipples through the tank top.

You slowly nod your head, as you look anywhere but him.

“Look i told you, I’m done with you.” You say, but the small crack in your voice says otherwise. Jungkook looks at you for moment before chuckling.

“But im not done with you.”

This catches you off guard, as you began to close the door on his face to only be stopped by a large tattooed hand hovering over your small ones.

There’s a dark look in his eyes, as many times as you’ve been with jungkook when you both were still in a relationship he’s never fully shown this side of him to you. Sometimes it would slip out when you both would sometimes argue but it was only briefly.

You’re surprised by his sudden actions, but it doesn’t lasts long when you remember that you promised your mother you’d no longer have contact with him whatsoever.

“Look,” Jungkook starts, “I just wanna talk.”

Sure he does, but when you glance at his doe eyes you can see there’s somewhat truth in them. Naively, you gave in.

“Okay, but were just talking.” You say, not even noticing the small smirk on his face.

Stepping outside of your apartment, you close the front door behind you. Following jungkook to his BMW you found yourself slightly smiling when he opens the door of the passenger side for you to get in.

Carefully seated in the passenger seat as you watch Jungkook walk around the car to the driver side and open the door, as he gets inside the car a small breeze welcomes you.

There is silence, besides jungkook rolling up a blunt and the smell of it doesn’t bother you. In fact it only eases your mind.

“What have you’ve been up to lately?” Jungkook is the first to break the silence, you could feel his gaze lingering on you. It’s a simple question really, but you found yourself not being able to reply.

You sigh while staring down at your bare thighs, it wasn’t a difficult question. You just wasn’t sure on how you’d reply, there was so many things you’d wanted to ask him yourself.

“Nothing much, exams after another. Sometimes i’d have a girls night out with my friends. I still go to work, so what’s new?”

Jungkook only nods his head before taking a puff of his blunt, letting the smoke spill from his mouth. And since the car windows were up the car was clouded with smoke, the smell of weed and whatever else he was smoking was making you feel like you were high.

“Here,” jungkook hands you the blunt with half lidded eyes.

Shaking your head in response you began to push the blunt back his way, “Jungkook I don’t—!”

“Just fucking take it.” He shoves the blunt into your hands, as you gulp down at it. Never to once have you smoked and never planned to, jungkook on the other hand was always on cloud nine here and there.

Taking a quick puff, you found yourself coughing violently as you handed the blunt back to jungkook who chuckles at your actions.

“Atta girl, that wasn’t so hard was it?” You could barley nod since you were trying to get the tabacco taste buds off your tongue, Jungkook fights the urge to grin but fails.

You were fed up, with Jungkook’s ways and how he would always find ways to find you, or how you would always crawl back to him like a kicked puppy. It was time to actually end this, for both of your sakes.

“I can’t do this with you.” You say, trying your hardest not to fall victim of his twisted mind games again.

Jungkook puts the blunt out of its misery before staring at you, he’s about to tell you a bunch of lies and manipulate you into giving in because he knows how naive you are. He won’t admit during those three months without you contacting him drove him crazy, the thought of someone else having you didn’t sit right with him.

Only he was able to have you, and if he couldn’t have you then no one could.

“You sleeping with someone?!” Jungkook lets his thoughts get the best of him, he knows the answer to that question. After all jungkook is the one who took your virginity when you both were still in a relationship.

“Why do you care? It’s none of your business Jungkook.” You found yourself frowning deeply at his conclusion.

Jungkook kissed his teeth, “It is my business, don’t just go around opening your legs for anyone that isn’t me.” You wanted scoff, tired of his harsh words slapping you in the face.

You were so deep in thought you hadn’t noticed jungkook hopping in the back seat, a deep sigh left his lips as he sat on the seat while manspreading. “Come back here with me.”

Shaking your head as you realize the reason why you left him in the first place puts you back on track, “No. our conversation is over, im heading back inside. Go home Jungkook.”

“You tryna to run back to your lil boyfriend or sum? Because why the rush?”

You sigh, “You know what, fuck you, im leaving.” As you reach the car door handle to open the car door, you find it locked.

“It’s pointless,” Jungkook shrugs, “Just come back here so we can talk, that’s all I want.”

In a swift motion Jungkook grabs your arm, causing you to halt your movements. You give him one of your best death glares possible, but it doesn’t faze him at all. In fact, it only turns him on like the horny dog he is.

It’s been a while since you’ve had sex, but you didn’t mind since you weren’t a sex addict like jungook is, when you two were in a relationship sex was always involved every two seconds. The moment you lost your virginity to him everything changed, sure, he was able to keep his dick in his pants for a certain amount of time but that was only it.

He wasn’t that entirely bad, just dealing with a little trauma from when he was a kid. He had told you about how his mother would have different men at their house when he was young, or how she would beat him if things didn’t go her way some sort.

You were there for him every step of the way, and then there’s just you. The pretty little naive and innocent girl who got good grades and didn’t really socialize with anyone.

But that all changed the moment Jungkook laid eyes upon you, it started with an innocent date. Then it turned into something more when you decided to give your body to him, your way of showing him how much you loved and cared about him.

But as time went by he started to change, not liking you with other people—not even your own mother. He completely made you loose all contact with your family, he felt as if you didn’t need them and only needed him.

And you being the naive person you were, you agreed with his actions and let him do what was best in order for both of you to be happy.

It had gotten so bad that he almost completely shut you off from the world, but thankfully for your mother doing what a mother does best, stepping in when their child is making wrong decisions, told you to lose all contact with him and move forward with your life. Do something that will actually take you somewhere other than tolerating a toxic boyfriend.

A hot one at that.

“Okay,” You gave in entirely as you crawled into the backseat with jungkook, that was all Jungkook had wanted the moment he showed up at your doorstep.

You were once again wrapped around his finger, looks like your efforts went to vain, curse jungkook for being so sexy even in his ‘I don’t give a fuck’. outfit. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach when he helped you crawl into the backseat.

Expecting to sit next to him, Jungkook pulls you by your waist as you plop down onto him. Completely Straddling his lap without much effort.

You stared at jungkook for a moment before trying to get off his lap, but he keeps you in place.

“Don’t move, just let me..” Jungkook trails off the moment he’s met with your trim lace tank top while your nipples is slightly visible through the white fabric towards his face. “Fuck, you’ve gotten way too sexy after three whole fucking months.”

It wasn’t a lie, you have gotten sexier, your hour glass body and long hair with your smooth light skin didn’t make it any better. And by now you could feel the large bulge that forms on Jungkook black sweatpants through your thin black pajamas shorts.

You only giggle when his large hands trail up your sides and ass, his hands slowly and carefully eases it’s way up underneath your tank top. Feeling your bare breasts, though a soft moan doesn’t fail to escape your plump pink lips, Jungkook eyes darkened the moment he hears you moan.

“Jungkook,” You moan a little louder the moment he gives your breasts a little squeeze.

“You know what,” Jungkook kisses his teeth, “Fuck it.” You automatically knew what he meant by that, quickly lifting yourself up from his lap to remove your shorts including underwear all together, jungkook slightly pull down his sweatpants just a little to pull out his huge cock.

Normally Jungkook would’ve used a condom and preped you, but you both were caught in the moment and it was too good to stop now.

You’re dripping wet the moment the tip of his cock is angled towards your pussy, who would’ve thought the outcome would be like this, you in the car with your supposedly ex boyfriend who shows up at your door. Looking awfully sexy while he only asks to talk.

You should’ve known this would turn out like this, another reason why it was so goddamn hard to leave this man, no doubt about it that he was a sex god. Naturally good in bed, showed you how a real man is supposed to treat you in bed, and you were hooked the moment his tongue did wonders to your clit the first time.

You were cut out of your thoughts the moment you feel Jungkook thrusting upwards, causing you to jolt, following with a yelp.

“Don’t back out on me now, Y/N.”

It’s the first time in three months without you both seeing each other since he’s said your name, though it would be on occasions when you would catch him slipping.

With you bouncing violence on his cock, as jungkook somehow snakes his hand around your neck slightly squeezing it to gain your undivided attention. You squeal, not expecting him to do that so suddenly, But when he looks at you with those dark eyes of his it’s quickly forgotten about.

“What did i tell you?” Jungkook’s voice is deeper than usual, and it’s not because he smoked a blunt a few minutes ago.

As if you were a trained dog, you responded, “T-to look at you when you’re talking to me-!”

Jungkook chuckles, “Wrong, you look at me while I’m fucking you regardless.” You let out a cry when you feel his other free hand shot down at your sensitive clit. While you still bounce on his cock.

“Ugh, Jungkook.” You whined out, trying to hild onto something as he thrusts harder and faster, by now, if people were to walk past the car they’d probably be disturbed by the vehicle rocking back and forth violently. Or a hand print against the window while moaning and groaning are heard.

But thankfully, it was midnight.

Jungkook gives your perky nipples some attention while you sob out his name like a prayer, your tits bounce in his face, he’s occupied by them and their softness.

You grab onto his hair before tapping violently on his back, “Stop, im gonna come.”

He ignores you, which your not bothered by, but what does bother you is how he nor you decided to bring a condom, well of course not, none of you didn’t think that you’d be having sex in the back of a car—late at night.

“You see Y/N, no one can fuck you like i can.”

You could only respond with a cry, as jungkook pounds into you—while you’re still on top of him. “Go ahead, cum all over me you slut.”

And what seemed like forever you finally came undone on top of jungkook who still fucks into you, he could feel you clenching around his cock tightly which slightly prevents him from thrusting upwards. As he cums deeply inside of you, not even asking if you’re on the pill.

Both of you are fucked out, and overstimulated from the pleasure. Jungkook looks at you with a lazy smile on plastered across his face, which you mirrored.

“Fuck, i needed that.” Jungkook sighs in content, but he’s still hard and you know it won’t be enough for him.

After three months without sex, Jungook was sure he’d get blue balls. Looking at your fucked out state he admires the mess he made, how he was the one to get you to look like that.

“Round two?” You found yourself nodding, it’s to late to regret anything. You already madw your decision, to go back with Jungkook, no matter how many times he lies to you it wouldn’t matter. You’ve come to the conclusion of that’s just how he is at this point.

But secretly, you loved it when he would tell you those sweet lies. That’s just how it is at this point.

“Yeah, round two.” Jungkook then takes off your tank top revealing your bare chest.

Because after all, no matter what he does, you’ll always come crawling back to him like the good little girl you are.

Just two toxic people who were made for each other.

[chrispotatos]

Pay attention- chris sturniolo

Dad!chris

warning: angst (if you squint), fluff.

summary: your son gets hurt when you were off doing something else and chris gets mad at you.

A/n: it gets harder to think of a title everyday

2:30 pm

it was the afternoon and i was on the couch, delicately painting my nails; a shade of pale pink. it was a rare moment of relaxation while also oddly quiet. around this time my son ryder finds somewhere to take a nap so it wasn't too unsettling.

that was up until i hear a thud and a startling cry come from the kitchen. my head snaps up and i drop the nail polish rushing into the kitchen, where i found my son ryder lying on the tiled floor crying.

next to him was a empty cup and i was trying to make sense of what just happend but couldn't.

"oh sweetie, are you ok?" my voice trembled in worry. i knealt down beside him scooping the 4yr old into my arms, his tiny legs straddling my lap and he cried into my shoulder.

"im gonna text daddy okay?" i reassure him, rubbing his back.

i carry him back to the couch where my phone was. i send chris a text explaining everything that happend. and he was now on his way home.

"how'd this happen ryder?" i questioned, rubbing his back to soothe him. it hushed his crys for the most part. but he was still sniffling and hiccuping, trying to calm down from all the pain he endured from the fall.

"i wanted to get you water.." he confessed and that made me feel more guilt then i already did.

"but why baby?"

"i wanted to supwise you" he sniffled lifting his head off my shoulder to look at me. i place a kiss on his forehead nodding my head, understanding the small gesture he tried to perform for me and failed.

I lay him down on the couch and put his head against a small throw pillow that was on the sofa then putting on his favorite movie to make him feel a bit better.

--

3:08 pm

the front door opens in a swift movement and slams shut.

"what happend? is he alright?" chris' voice sharp with worry, he made his way over to the couch kneeling infront of where our son was laying, brushing some hair out of his face.

"he slipped trying to get water for me" i explained my eyes pleading for him to understand. "im sorry, i know i should've been watching him closely"

Chris furrowed his eyebrows as he lifted ryder up into his arms, checking him for any marks.

"he could've seriously hurt himself" he muttered in a accusing tone.

my shoulders slump guilt washing over me all over again. I was distracted and caught up doing my own thing so much so that i was unaware of the danger unfolding just a room away.

chris laid the 4yr old back onto the couch letting the boy engross himself back into the movie he was watching.

"what were you doing anyway?" he questioned me, crossing his arms.

"my nails.." i admit unable to meet his gaze. "really" he scoffed.

"do you not care about him enough to just watch him. you can't just 'get distracted'. " his voice starts to raise "cause what would you have done if something worse happened"

"i know it was bad. imagine how i felt having to see him laid out on the ground.. in pain- it fucking killed me" my voice cracked, and my breath hitched in my throat, that's when tears started falling from my eyes. chris just narrow his eyes at me, shaking his head in disbelief.

i get off the couch and walk to our shared room, ashamed of myself and what happend to ryder made me feel like a terrible mother.

--

5:56 pm

i was laying in bed, watching tv still feeling anxious about the small argument me and chris shared earlier. my sadness and worry subsided to exhaustion.

i hear a small knock on the door, my eyes go follow where the noise came from and are met with chris' figure standing in the door frame.

he enters the room "can i talk to you?" he asked softly, approching the bed and sitting.

to that i sit up from my laying position and prop myself up against the pillows.

"i wanted to apologize for yelling at you" he started off. sighing, looking to my face searching for any emotions that might show how i was feeling.

"and i know you love him just as much as me. but in that moment i was scared and i was just mad at you and I'm sorry for that." he added

i took a deep understanding to his words and where he was coming from. to be fair i would have reacted the same way

"I'm sorry too, i should've been watching him." i mumbled.

"it's okay" chris reaches his arms out and wraps them around me. I lean into him, feeling the warmth and comfort of his embrace.

"you're a great mom y/n dont let this one incidentmake you think otherwise. and I'm sure ryder agrees" he rubs my back soothingly as steady reassurance, giving me a kiss on my head. we stay like this for a while, wrapped in eachothers arms finding solace in the simple act of being together.

"i ordered pizza. you want some?" the random question made a giggle fall from my lips. "I would love some pizza"

I pull away from the hug and place a kiss on his lips the action being reciprocated, and now we were off to the kitchen.

[killedpink]

[22:17]

thinking about minho is never healthy

🏷 contains: dom minho x sub reader, makeup application, fingering, heavy hand kink (have you seen that man's hands?), dacryphilia, oral sex, so so so domestic, hair pulling, slight marking, small minuscule spit kink, snow day, deepthroating/throatfucking, possessive minho if u look closely, cum consumption, slight praise

the grip the snow had on the land was tightening, the earth slowly being obscured by a freezing, white blanket of snow. it made everyone stop. work, school, all of it was paused as the roads grew too dangerous to travel on. this included you and minho, safely tucked away at home with every heater on max, candles lit, windows blacked out. at first, it felt like a well-deserved break from your busy lives, giving you both all the time you needed to sleep in, or binge watch whatever tv show you just couldn't find the time to finish, or even try out that new dish you both have been putting off. but, after a few hours in, you had exhausted every one of your plans, burnt through every show and every recipe in your cookbook. you felt defeated, truly. your back to the couch, facing the ceiling with your eyes closed, it all felt so bleak. and to make things worse, minho was out of sight, pattering around upstairs for some unknown minho reason.

"get up, lazy." minho nudged your arm that was dangling off the side of the couch with his socked foot, causing you to jerk it into your lap and spring up. you intended to tease him for bothering you, but once you saw him, your words fell into nothingness. "is that my makeup..?" your brows scrunched in confusion, a delighted twinkle in your eyes. minho rolled his eyes, "wow, your eyesight is working! move up." doing as he said, you turned your body to face the tv and sit like a normal person, giving minho the room he needed to sit down and more. "are you finally letting me put makeup on you?" his face turned blank at this. "no." he turned away from you, plucking a black nail polish from the bag he brought with him. "i'm letting you paint my nails." minho bargained, thrusting the bottle into your lap.

it wasn't exactly what you hoped for, but at least it was something. you shrugged, "is this the colour you want?" you shook the bottle to mix the solution into itself. minho's eyes followed the bottle, "yeah, it's the nicest one you have." you gasped, "how rude!" you cradled your heart in faux offence. "neon green wasn't to your liking?" you teased. minho resisted his smile, yet he simply couldn't fight it off, his pink lips curving into a grin and his front teeth showing slightly, not unlike a rabbit's teeth. "that was such a bad joke. we need to socialise you fast." it was your turn to roll your eyes, before twisting the cap, snatching minho's hand and bringing the brush to his fingernail. "don't get it on my hands." he warned. you scoffed, "do i look like an amateur to you? no? then keep your mouth shut." minho's jaw dropped. "as soon as i'm free im gonna throw you out in the cold." he threatened. you giggled quietly, "remind me who's in control of your nails again?"

the banter went back and forth for a while, all in good faith. "is it dry now?" minho asked, taking good care not to smudge his nails and therefore tarnish your hard work. "i think so. it looks fine." you said into your mug of hot chocolate, taking a slow sip. "ah, me too!" minho perked up. "i really think you can do this yourself. you're just lazy." you muttered as you held minho's mug to his lips, taking good care not to pour too much into his mouth. "but you still do it for me," minho swooned, once you brought the mug back onto the coffee table. "so, how does it look?" he held both his hands up to face you, showing off his nails. "you actually look really good," you took one of his hands to inspect it, his veins not going unappreciated by your attentive eyes. your gawking didn't go unnoticed by minho, either. "wanna see what else i brought?"

minho took out your favourite lipstick and mascara from behind him, holding one in each hand. "do you trust me?" he spoke seriously, his face saying otherwise however. your eyes widened, "you're so nice to me today!" your hands held his wrists, planting a grateful kiss on his cheek. his ears swelled red in response, his smile so wide it reached his sweet chestnut eyes, which were always beautifully inquisitive. "well, i do love you." minho's voice was small, whispering it into your hair, believing the quieter the more intimate it was. it was snowing harder, now, the force of the frozen rain slamming on your windows ungracefully.

snuggling into his warm, mellow middle made you grow tired, even if you weren't actually sleepy. tearing yourself away from his black hoodie that radiated a comfortably high heat, you tilted your head up slightly to face him. "make me pretty, minho," you spoke dramatically, looking up at minho through your lashes. "you're already pretty." he kissed your forehead, unscrewing the applicator from the mascara. "look up for me, baby," doing as you were told, minho got to work on your bottom lashes, becoming more pronounced as he swiped the brush onto your eyelashes, taking good care not to accidentally hit your eye. "how's it looking?" you asked, barely being able to see what was going on as your vision was focused on the ceiling, showing off only your sclera to minho. "sh, you'll distract me and i'll blind you. the ambulance would take forever to get here in all this snow, too." how imaginative.

"i'm done. take a look, you don't look so ugly now." to be fair, he didn't do a bad job. he didn't let your lashes stick together, separating them individually to give off a dollish effect, your eyes now looking bigger and your dark, long top lashes kissing your brow bone as they curled up, giving you an innocent, doe-eyed look. setting the mirror onto the table, you turned to face minho, "you actually did a good job, minho," he beamed at this, "i've watched you too many times." he muttered, plucking your lipstick from the table. "is that next?" you asked, interested in his plan. he uncapped it, and kept eye contact with you while he applied it to his own lips. confused, you watched him carefully, without exchanging words.

he took your face in both of his freshly panted hands, and pressed his lips against yours. he was firm, but so passionate that it trickled into you, kissing him back excitedly. although they were the same lips, minho never kissed you the same way twice with them, each kiss unique and each kiss as addictive as the former. he broke the kiss, eyes inspecting your lips meticulously. you realised what minho was trying to do — stain your lips with the lipstick he was wearing. he pecked your lips a few times, essentially slamming his lips onto yours. once they were saturated to his liking, minho rubbed off what little product was left on him using a makeup wipe, rubbing it back and forth on his lips to clean them. "that was strangely possessive," you noted, amused. cupping your chin, minho looked you in the eyes as he shook his head, "it looks better that way. trust me."

"hm, whatever you say." you muttered before leaning into minho, meeting his lips with your own, your hands cupping his cheeks. the pink, soft swell of his lips are, of course, pressed hot to your own. the space between you was nonexistent, your legs straddling minho's lap as he leaned against the edge of the couch, his hands on your waist creeping up under your shirt. your underwear grew uncomfortable around your body, rolling your hips onto the curve of his muscular thigh, moaning into the kiss as you caught your clit on his clothed thigh. minho parted his lips, his tongue peeking out of his mouth to prod at your tongue, sucking the muscle into his hot mouth, letting it go and flattening his tongue, affectionately licking yours.

using your shirt, he scrunched the material in his hands and tugged it away from him, urging you to pull back. "strip for me." he ordered, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. you knew better than to argue with minho, and besides that; you wanted him, too. your shirt was gone in a matter of seconds, your sweatpants a little more time-consuming, but it didn't take much effort to get rid of them, too. all the while, minho watched you, not even needing his concentration to rip off his hoodie, ruffling his dark brown hair in the process, falling to both sides of his face as if he had curtain bangs, just barely touching the lobes of his pierced ears.

using the back of his hand, he stroked your soft, fleshy thigh, leaving soft kisses along your jaw; his hand pulling down your underwear — sinking his teeth into your neck. not enough to break your skin, but harsh enough that it'll have a bruise blooming before he gets to fuck you properly. he kisses your throat like he's trying to pierce it, making you dizzy from the brief lack of oxygen. your back is embraced by the couch seats, minho leaning above you, in between your bare legs. his veiny hands stroked your sides, following the curve of your waist, cupping your breasts and leaving a long lick straight down the middle, following the natural valley between them. his knee pressed against the pocket of fat above your cunt, stopping you from squirming. minho's hair brushed against your collarbones, tickling your skin as he feverishly nipped your skin, venturing down by your pubic bone.

"i see the way you look at my hands, baby." minho spoke slowly, his voice hypnotically low. one of his hands brushed against your sex, his fingers tracing your slit at a feather-light pressure, just barely touching you. he chuckled when your hips involuntarily bucked, chasing his touch. "please, minho. please, just touch me," you whispered, face buried into the crook of your arm, unable to look at him when you were so flustered. "oh, don't worry. i will.." he kissed the side of your thigh, "eventually." he added, feeling his smirk against your inner thigh was dizzyingly torturous. both of his arms were now between your head, elbows digging into the surface below, his knee once again pressed firmly against your cunt. minho moved your arm from your face, his grip firm. "open your mouth, darling." his index finger tapped your lips, which parted without argument, your eyes watching him curiously. his index and middle fingers slotted into your mouth, stroking your soft tongue. you could just about feel the veins lying under his skin, curling and uncurling his fingers, your tongue brushing against his smooth, black nails. your spit pooled in your mouth, having to swallow excessively to ensure it didn't spill out the sides of your mouth. minho's fingers burned inside of your hot mouth, his cooler fingers quickly warming up as you suckled obediently onto his fingers.

minho pulled them out, a string of your spit connecting to your mouth, before snapping from the stretch and falling onto your bottom lip. your breath hitched once you saw minho put his fingers in his own mouth, his pink lips wrapping around the base of his fingers, cheeks hollowing as he sucked them clean of your spit, letting them fall out of his mouth. "minho, can i suck you off? please? wanna make you feel good," your voice was tremulously light. minho grinned proudly at you, "my pretty girl. how kind of you." he kissed your lips, "tell you what. i'll fuck your throat for five minutes, hm?" you nodded desperately, eager to please him. minho lifted himself off of you, no longer caging you in, allowing you to move onto the floor where you sat with your thighs pressed together a little too tightly — the outside of your calves holding your weight as they relaxed on the floor.

he was still in his boxers, the last piece of clothing to be removed from his body. you leaned your cheek against his knee, admiring him dutifully. he looked so good in black it was a shame to remove them, the elastic clinging to his hips, showing off his v-line, and the unmissably huge tent due to the bulge of his cock, which always made you drool. you helped minho shrug them off, throwing them behind the couch to join wherever the rest of your clothes went. you exposed the flat of your tongue to latch onto the underside of his heavy cock. ever so eager to taste more of him, your tongue licked from the middle of his cock to the tip, pulling him almost entirely out of your warm mouth, flicking the tip of your tongue onto the slit of his head, spreading your spit onto his cock, and in exchange tasting the precum that you quickly collected into your mouth, moaning at the taste. your lips were a puffy, glossy ring around his cock, sliding him further into your wet mouth, his head rolling on your tongue as you bobbed on his cock vigorously.

minho's hands threaded into your hair, using the handfuls of your soft hair as a handle, tugging at the roots so harshly it stung, his fists balled up tightly as he guided your head along the length of his cock, giving a quiet moan in encouragement. your eyes wandered to his muscular body, each muscle growing more defined as he tensed and trembled from your actions. he was hard in your mouth, pushing more of his cock into your mouth, until your nose bumped against his pelvis, his cock buried to the hilt inside of you, his head pressed so snugly inside the channel of your throat, brushing against your larynx, bruising the back of your throat and leaving a noticeable bulge in your neck where his cock was settled under, stuffing your mouth with the better half of nearly an entire foot of his cock. you didn't realise your eyes were swelling with tears until they quickly started trickling down your face, taking some of your mascara with it, smearing your under-eyes with a sheen of ebony black, your face resembling spilled ink, unintentionally sobbing on minho's filling cock.

you were grateful when minho tore your mouth away from his pubic bone, leaving an arch of lipstick from where your top lip had unintentionally kissed his pubic bone from being so full of his cock. the head of minho's cock pressed into the flesh of your cheek, swelling from the outside consequently, a rounded lump prodding from your cheek. minho's eyelids fluttered closed, dark umber eyes shielded by his eyelids as his lashes kissed the swells of his cheeks. you felt his cock twitching in your mouth, which you gratefully rewarded with a swallow, your throat tensing around him as you did so. minho's abs twitched with a sharp gasp, his thighs simultaneously trembling around your head. you looked up at him through stuck-together, wet lashes, staring at him intently. his hands lifted your mouth from his cock, "that's enough," his voice was throaty, heavy and husky as he spoke, evidently shaken up by your efforts.

"ah, i got some lipstick on you," you noted, seeing your lips stamped his pelvis, his inner thighs and the base of his cock in your lipstick. "leave it there," minho beamed, his bronze skin slightly shining in the light from an excited sheen of sweat. a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and the sides of his face, saturating them in colour as a consequence. "you're always so pretty when i fuck you." minho was affectionate now, stroking your ruffled up hair lovingly, tucking the strands away from your face. he didn't even touch your tear-streaked cheeks, or your smeared lipstick, or your half-opaque mascara stained face, opting to admire it proudly instead of meddle with what was already perfection in his eyes.

you climbed back onto the couch, settling into your previous position of having minho between your legs, your sex now exponentially more wet than last time. you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to fully relax when you felt minho kiss your sex, littering you with his affection, his black-painted thumb pressing against your clit, rolling around the pearl in tight, lazy circles. you sighed contentedly, your hips slightly rocking in place against him. minho's fingers dipped down into your slit, gathering up your slick and slid into you with ease, after leaving a quick kiss just above your entrance that made you quiver in delight, anticipating his next move. your eyes raked over his forearm, veins travelling up his arm and bicep, catching the light and shadows simultaneously. your hand wrapped around his wrist, tracing over his smooth skin and feeling his veins underneath the pad of your thumb.

minho leaned into you, kissing your neck and the dip of your collarbones encouragingly. "you're doing so well for me, darling," he whispered into your skin, his hot breath on your skin resembling what you imagined paradise to feel like. your free hand travelled to his hair, twirling a lock in-between your fingers and letting it go, entangling your fingers in his hair like he did to yours earlier; although you were much, much kinder to him. then minho fully invested himself, pushing the blunt parts of his fingers into the good part inside of you, curling and stroking your walls attentively, his thumb quickly stroking your puffy clit, his fingers curving and circling. your eyes widened in realisation, your chest rising and falling quicker as you took a breath in, sharply.

he was spelling his name inside of you.

your walls tensed and quivered around his long, skilled fingers, your eyes screwing shut as his fingers brushed against your cervix. "you like that? does it feel good, baby?" minho muttered, cooing over your whines — you nodded, otherwise speechless. he dipped his head down to your cunt, his pink lips latching and suckling on your clit, the front of his tongue licking up and down your slit rhythmically, cleaning you of your slick, your legs trembling and your hips buckling under him, your back arching. gasping for breath, your hands tugged at minho's hair to entice him off of your sex, his fingers painted in a thick white coating of your cum, drooling out of your hole no matter how much minho tried fucking it back into you, instead using the flat of his tongue to lick you clean. his fingers followed soon after that, his pink, plump lips wrapping around his fingers and skilfully suckling them clean, minho's mouth now full of your orgasm. he manoeuvred himself to be inches away from your flushed face, his thumb tapping against your lipstick-stained lips again. your brows momentarily knitted in confusion, before opening your mouth wide for him. he cupped your chin with one hand, fingers splayed over your neck. minho let a rope of your cum mixed with his spit fall from his lips, falling onto your waiting tongue. he swallowed what was left in his mouth, his head lolling onto the base of his neck, throat on display as he gracefully swallowed your cum, his adam's apple bobbing as his throat opened and closed. "swallow it for me," he used the back of his hand to stroke your cheek delicately, as if you'd break if he added too much pressure onto your skin. you tipped your chin up into the air, letting minho watch as your throat tensed and released as you did as you were told and swallowed what he gave you.

a smile bloomed on minho's pink, swollen lips, the shadow on his sharp cupid's bow becoming more defined as he grinned. "you're so good for me, my love." he muttered proudly, brushing the hair from your face to tenderly press a kiss to your forehead, hands falling to his sides. you leaned into his touch, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. "rest up, we'll go for round two soon enough."

[akaakeis]

CONGRATS ON 100 FOLLOWERS SAV!!!!! YOU DESERVE IT AND SO MUCH MORE!

for the event!! Which is super cool btw!

im going to the neighbours room with a knife... taking a special mixtape and sheet music w/ me..... and ofc I'll bring my baby nishinoya !!!

for the song.. if i have 2 choose.. hmmm....... rollerskates by end of the world !!! or peach eyes by w2e!!

midnight skates — nishinoya y.

cw: none? i think? but not proofread  ||  wc: 671

— for my dear @laughingfcx <3  ||  event

🎶 — rollerskates - end of the world

the night felt uncomfortable and sticky, the remains of summer still hanging over the weather. your room felt much too hot and humid to fall asleep in. all you did for about an hour was toss and turn, shifting pillows to the side, blankets, everything, in an attempt to be able to fall asleep. for once in a long time, you had decided to fall asleep early, and now you weren't even able to fall asleep. rich, wasn't it?

with extreme frustration, you threw yourself out of bed, groaning. it's not like you can go out to the living room and watch tv or eat something— that would risk waking someone up. doing the only think that you knew you could do, you picked up your phone. the bright screen cast a blueish-white light onto your face. your eyes browse the apps on your home screen until you find the little messages app icon. you click on noya's profile, typing out a message reading "i can't sleep :("

after a couple beats of silence, you see the typing bubble at the bottom left of your screen as he types out a reply to you. the message comes back through to you, reading "sorry love :( we can stay up together then." the message makes a small smile creep onto your face. he was so sweet.

your fingers tap at the screen, and you hit the send button, writing a text that says "meet me at the park with your roller skates instead." he immediately replied back to you, saying "see you in 5."

with that done, you slipped on a hoodie and grabbed your own roller skates, quietly moving about the house. it'd be so bad if you'd woken someone up right now. you creep out of the house, shutting the door as softly as possible, lacing up your roller skates on as you sit on the porch. finally tying them, you roll off to the park excitedly. your pajama pants flutter behind you, clinging to your legs as you skate on, full speed ahead.

by the time you make it to the park, noya is already skating around, waiting for you. subconsciously, you start to smile. his hair is all down and he's in his pajamas. he looks so precious this way. 

"yuu," you call out to him. he turns around, smiling widely. he waves at you, skating over happily.

"hey." he skids to a stop, engulfing you in a hug. "you alright? why couldn't you sleep?"

"yeah, i'm fine," you laugh, "it's nothing, just too humid." you hug him back, squeezing him really hard. "i missed you."

he smiles, burying his face into your hair. "missed you too! c'mon, let's skate." after saying that, he lets go of you, grabbing your hand and pulling you off into the park.

you snort, following him as you struggle to keep up. "wait up, wait up!" you laugh, trying to use your body weight to slow him down. you're practically just rolling behind him. 

"keep up!" he exclaims, swinging you in front of him. you're now rolling backwards as he holds onto your hand.

"oh my gosh." you let go of his hand in amusement. "hey, let's race? i get a head start-!" you immediately speed off, trying to get as far as possible before noya starts catching up.

"oh you're sneaky," he says amusedly, skating after you. after only 15 seconds, he's caught up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "boo!"

you gasp, startled by the sudden embrace. "what the heck," you laugh. "yuu, you're so fast, it's seriously annoying."

"i'm just better than you," he teases. "wanna try again, then?"

you roll your eyes. this wasn't a battle worth fighting— you knew you'd lose if you raced him again. that's fine by you; you love him.

the night was filled with giggles and the whir of both of your skates' wheels. you spent the night spinning around the park with yuu. who needed sleep when he was there, after all?

a/n :

THANK YOU LINA!! this is was so fun to write <33 first request down!! ugh i love noya sm :(

[didyoulookforme]

7 & 25 for the prompts :)

this is a different arrangement coded aka film location scout matty <3

from the prompt list here.

warning: smut. age gap. soft dom matty. impact play. grammar and spelling errors.

never in a million years did you ever think you’d be in a long-distance relationship, let alone with a man five years older than you. it wasn’t exactly something you planned for, wasn’t something you even thought you were built for, but then again, nothing about matty had ever followed the script. 

and now? now, he’s here. here for a couple of months, here in your space, your life, your mornings, your nights. 

least of all, you would’ve never thought you’d be the type of girl to be currently lying across his lap, legs draped over his, his palm warm and steady, moving slow up and down your thigh.

and to think, all of this started because of that night at his place.

you weren’t snooping. just flipping through his recordings, looking for something to put on tv, when an unexpected title caught your eye. you clicked it without thinking. and then immediately wished you hadn’t—because there, right in front of you, was a woman and a man licking between her legs.

your stomach flipped. you blinked at the screen. scrolled down. there were more. enough to make you sit back, pressing your lips together back in amusement. it didn’t take long for you to take a photo of the list and send it to him.

which one’s your favourite? xxxx

as soon as you hit send, you regretted not being able to see his reaction. all you got were the three little dots on your screen—appearing, disappearing, appearing again. until finally, he responded.

guess that’s what i get

lonely much?

sometimes. yeah.

sorry. at least you’ve got your hand to keep you company 

does the trick

suuuuure

it’s the fourth one btw and don’t judge. you asked.

and that’s how you found out matty gets off on pain being inflicted.

it didn’t take much to fish out that he’s done it, too. that it wasn’t just something he watched but something he’d made real many times prior.

which, of course, made it impossible not to wonder how it might feel.

wanna try with me?

if you ask nicely, perhaps ;)

truth was, the thought of ruining you like that got to him immediately. not that he told you. but you could tell. could hear it in the way his breath hitched when you asked if he’d finally want to do it that night. the way he went quiet when you admitted you’d never done so before.

and that’s exactly why you’re in this position now. sprawled over his lap, head resting on a cushion, heartbeat throbbing in your head, (im)patiently waiting.

“i’ll talk you through it, okay?” his mouth is close, warm against your ear.

you meet his gaze, nodding once before pressing a quick kiss to his lips that makes him beam. “sweet girl.” the words come just as he leans in, brushing a kiss to the tip of your nose, his hand firm at the curve of your ass. a slow squeeze, then another, before his palm shifts, tracing lazy circles over the thin cotton stretched across your skin.

“i’ll need you to count for me,” he soflty instructs. “start from one. count up each time. that way, i’ll know you’re good to keep going. understand?”

you swallow, nodding again.

his thumb presses a little deeper on your flesh. “and if it’s too much, you tell me, yeah?”

another nod. his lips brush your shoulder before he lifts the hem of your dress with his free hand. it’s barely even started, but already, your pulse is in your throat, heat pooling deep in your gut.

“okay, love. whenever you're ready.”

you exhale slow, curling your fingers into your palm to steady yourself. this might already be too much and it hasn’t even started. you’re pretty sure your panties are soaked through with your cum dripping on his trousers. but finally, you close your eyes and count down inside your head.

“one.”

the sound comes first—a sharp snap of fingers against cotton—before the sting follows, blooming warm across your skin. you could tell that he was gentle with you, which you appreciate him for. always being careful with you. with your eyes still closed shut, you take another deep breath and exhale, burrowing your forehead into the cushion.

“two.”

you gasp at the second strike, landing right where the first did. it lingers, a slow burn threading through your skin, settling deep in your stomach.

“you okay?” you hum and nod against the sofa as he tenderly rubs circles over your skin, as if trying to soothe the pain. it’s followed by his mouth pressing a sweet kiss on your ass. that makes you bite down a laugh.

“doing so good, sweetheart.” and that’s enough to keep you going.

“three.”

this one lands harsher, your skin now throbbing where his palm struck you. he doesn’t notice when you glance at him, but you’re taken aback at how fully absorbed he’s by you, teeth tugging on his bottom lip as he stares down at the marks he’s clearly left.

so you push it a little. shimming your hips just enough to tease him. and it works. he breathlessly laughs, shaking his head before tipping it back, letting out a soft “fuck” in return.

you barely have time to process the confidence it sparks before you feel his fingers hook into your underwear, tugging it up until the fabric bunches tight between your ass. him holding it place so now you’re on full display. keeping you still, right where he wants you. and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t make you feel fucking wanted.

“four.”

the moan spills out. you don’t even try to hold it back anymore. there’s no point. it feels too good, better than you’d ever let yourself imagine. there’s something addictive about this. about being held steady, about matty keeping you in check, guiding you through it, making sure you feel every second of it. all somehow made that much better when one of his fingers slides over your clothed cunt, caressing you gently where he knows you want him the most.

“i adore you so much, darling. s’ fucking good for me.”

“five.”

he doesn’t hesitate. the sharp smack of his fingers against your skin filling the room, quickly followed by your groans as his hand slips between your thighs. this time cupping you fully, rubbing you through the soaked cotton as his hips roll against you, making sure you feel just how much this is getting to him.

six, seven. eight. nine. ten.

it continues on until you’re so fucked out of your mind, head so clouded with pleasure that you cannot form a single word other than “stop”. and he does. immediately, without aquestion. 

you push yourself up slowly, his hands firm at your waist, guiding you as you settle onto his lap. your face tucks into the crook of his neck, his arms pulling you in, holding you close as you catch your breath. and yeah, you can’t help but feel how hard he is underneath you.

"let me help you," you murmur, fingers already moving to his belt.

but before you get far, he catches your wrist, brings it to his lips, then presses it against his shoulder instead.

he shakes his head. "i can manage. just let me take care of you, yeah?"

you can’t help yourself, shifting against him just one more time to hear him moan. but then you nod, slow and sweet, looking up at him through your lashes. his lips twitch, just slightly before he brushes your hair off your face and gives you a soft kiss.

"there’s my good girl."

[saschax]

Hello ! Would it be possible some nsfw-fluff an Valeria and female reader?, maybe something ab how reader got home and she was tired decided to take a bath and vale followed her? 🤭

gruß (greetings), and of course. ill shall do this.

not entirely sure what fluff means, but it means happy ending (according to the internet)? so, mmm... hope this is good...

sorry for late response. and im terribly sorry if this is bad; im not used to female reader x female (and since im not a female myself, i have no absolutely fucking idea on how they say things amongst themselves)

people aged less than 18+ please skip this as this is not for you. please do not read this. i beg of you, do not.

i am not responsible if your child is reading this, as a parent- it is you who is responsible for your child's media consumption.

if you are 18 or above, feel free to read!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: nsfw, two females are in a romantic relationship

ding.

the door opens for reader, vale stands in front of her with narrowed eyes.

"where you've been, hm??" valeria hums, crossing her arms.

valeria is a bit frustrated reader came home later than planned. they were going to watch a movie when she gets home, but its too late to watch a movie. looking behind reader, it is night time.

getting no response, valeria opens her mouth- brows furrowing in anger, then- as her eyes looks up and down at reader's figure. she freezes.

reader's eyes was slightly droopy, her back hunched over a bit like she was very tired.

tired from work.

valeria softens when reader hugs her. although, valeria didn't quite like the smell of other perfumes on her.

debe haber otras mujeres alrededor de mi chica.. estúpido trabajo..

reader seems to pick up on this, so she lets go.

"am sorry- just- just work caught up to me, thats all." reader finally replies to vale's question.

it is vale's time to be quiet for a moment, reader sees vale's eyes looking her up and down.

"poor baby, you tired?" valeria said with a condescending tone. reader nods her head, "hm, why don't we go to bed? we can..." she tilts her head back at the tv. "watch the movie later."

"sounds okay," reader agrees, moving past valeria to walk to their shared bedroom.

when reader opens the door, realizing her partner isn't following her. she looks over her shoulder, only to see valeria having her arms crossed, and her foot tapping the ground expectingly.

reader's face flashes a goofy tired grin, walking back to valeria and taking her hand- valeria smiles back- and she drags her loving partner into the bedroom.

as they enter the bedroom, reader gently tugs valeria onto the bed and valeria allows the motion, laying on the bed (of course she took her shoes off).

expecting reader to sleep next to her, what she did next surprises her.

reader went into the bathroom.

valeria arches one of her eyebrows, and the next second, she hears water running.

oh? is she taking a bath?

without ME?

not a chance, valeria huffs as she thinks.

letting the water run for a moment, she swings her legs to the side and starts to walk into the bathroom, looks like reader was quick to get into the bathtub as she sees her there- well, she isn't laying in the bathrub- reader is standing, preparing to lay down.

reader eyes is wide, bug eyed. trying to cover herself with her hands (she's completely naked) while keeping her balance on the slippery bathtub.

reader feels nervous, but it looks like valeria is enjoying this- her smirk says it all.

"well, it seems like you need some help getting clean," vale said playfully, stepping closer to the tub and reaching out to turn off the faucet.

reader's face is red as a tomato at this point, still covering herself as much as possible. this is embarrassing!

valeria tries to move her hands away, only to met with resistance. with a tsk, she pulls harder, and reader relents.

"sit down." she says, humming after.

reader lets out an audible gulp, sitting. of course, when valeria wants her to move in a certain spot- she moved.

now, valeria is currently behind her- with reader showing her back to valeria.

reader's heart races as vale's touch sent shivers down her spine. they had been together for quite some time now and shared everything else - why not share a shower too?

as much as her mind scream she likes this- her body is stiffening. she's not used to this sort of touches on her body.

as vale begins running a soap-covered hand over her shoulders, gently massaging away any tension or stress from work or life in general, reader couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure at the sensation coursing through her body.

after a moment of doing this, vale's hands trails lower down reader's body, slowly gliding over her soft curves and sensitive areas. she feels the heat emanating from reader's skin as she presses closer against her, their wet bodies molding together like two halves of a whole.

reader gasps when she felt vale's fingers dip beneath the water and brush against her most intimate place.

her hips buckle slightly in response to the unexpected touch but vale holds onto her tightly, keeping them both upright in the tub.

"you like that?" vale whispers huskily into reader's ear before moving lower to kiss along her neck and collarbone.

the sensation sent shivers up and down reader's spine as she moans softly at this newfound pleasure.

feeling embarrassed of her moans and soft little gasps- sounds vale happens to like so much, vale sees a hand sneaking their way up to reader's mouth- effectively almost drowning, if not, all their sweet little noises.

"no, no, carino, i want to hear you.." she tsks, using a free hand to moves reader's hand away, although slowly and gently, away from her mouth.

the noises continues, and every now and then- she hears a whimper.

god, it sounded beautiful. she'd kill to hear that sound forever.

vale's mouth moves upward, pausing her little attacks on reader's neck and instead, begins to bite reader's earlobe.

even reader's ears seems to be blushing red, and this only seems to make reader's cuter in vale's eyes.

"vale- ngh- i'm going to- ngh- cum-!" reader whimpers, the last word being said in a higher pitched when vale sped up her movements.

"si, si, come on my fingers mi amor." valeria eggs her on, and the last two words were reader's undone.

seeing white, she lets out a silent scream. the springy coil in her snaps..

vale however, did not relent. even after reader came down from her high, she kept going.

whimpers and pleads of stop is encouraging for valeria, only making her go faster and faster.

i think reader made valeria addicted to her sounds and wants to hear more...

XD....

after, with reader passing out, thanks to valeria's strength. she cleans reader, of course she had to renew the water, dressed reader, and places reader gently in bed.

all the while, reader was snoring happily away. into dreamlands.

and as valeria settles into the bed, last thing she says was..

"love you, mi amor." and with that, settles her head into reader's neck and sleeps.

what did i write

[t00them00n]

Omg!!! I live ur writing so much! The way you write eren is like literally perfect!! I was wondering if I could request reader walking home or at a party or just like out somewhere and they notice some people making her uncomfy and they cal eren to pick them up? Some fluff and comfort are my coping mechanism 😭

LMAO STOP THE COPING MECHANISM IS SO REAL💀💀 and ofc bb thankyou so much for the request i love you😋🥰

Im just gonna work off the whole saviour dynamic w eren and hopefully u dont mind

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More requests/masterlist

You don’t know why you’re here, you really should’ve just stayed home if only Mikasa hadn’t dragged you out.

“Cmonnnn it’ll be fun, I promise! Even Sasha’s coming!”

You really shouldn’t have listened to her, right now she’s - God knows where - with Sasha playing some obscure drinking game while you’re here sitting on the leather couch already intoxicated yourself.

You felt gross. Sticky even from the sweaty, crowded living room, humidity suffocating you. There was about 5 people on this couch made to fit only 2, you sat there staring down at your stupid sore feet in your stupid stupid heels with stupid strangers grazing your bare legs next to you.

The noise of the room tuned out as your tipsy brain was half conscious until you were snapped back into reality feeling a creeping hand on your shoulder.

Whoever was next to you was apparently speaking for long enough that you don’t know what they’re on about, “— or we could go back to my apartment..”

Your head snaps back up and you anxiously shrug off this guys tacky hand, sobering up just a little bit. Enough to start comprehending things.

“Sorry, I have to go” you say while peeling yourself off the leather, you don’t know where you have to go you just knew to leave because clearly you weren’t functioning well alone.

You turn and almost begin walking away until you almost trip on your stupid heels, this guys hand had gripped your arm rather too harshly to pull you right back onto the couch.

“Hey we were in the middle of something” he slurs, clearly a little more intoxicated than you.

You’re still so lost, why the fuck is he still talking? Why is this room is so hot? This couch is too sticky. His breath smells like shit. Your feet hurt like shit. You’re so tired all you want to do is leave at this point. All of your senses have been overwhelmed you can’t take it.

He continues to ramble nonsense again so you settle to tune it out again, unsure if your feet have the strength to even walk away and give resistance against this random ass guy if he tries anything worse.

You pull out your phone from your unpractically tiny bag and open your messages.

23:16 — Eren

Erenb

Yes this is erenb

Can gou pixk me up

How drunk are you💀

Honestly nor that nuch this tine

Thid guys bortherijf me hurry up ples😋

This guy??

What’s going on?

Donr asknme idek myslef💀💀 hes jusr weirdinf me out

Im coming dw mika sent me the address earlier

Otw

He didn’t lie when he said he’d be quick, honestly Eren was waiting for you to return from the party. He got too bored sitting in your apartment alone watching tv.

You get a call and immediately shoot up knowing Erens arrived. You’re still too drunk to process whatever this guy was doing.

You think he’s following behind you? Who knows? You get out the front door with a cool breeze hitting you. It’s much quieter out here which would be nice if this guy wasn’t still trying to pursue you even after a good ten minutes of radio silence from you.

You feel your body sigh with relief as you spot Eren’s car, you make eye contact with him through the front window smiling. You can slightly see how he grins at your drunken walk in your painful heels until your vision spins to face the guy.

His hand was now on your shoulder and before you knew it Eren was getting out of his car. Whoever this man was he was clearly upset?? Clearly drunk and clearly mad at you. He’s rambling and you still don’t want to listen, hes saying something about you not mentioning you had a boyfriend or anything along those lines?

All you knew is that he was mad, you could feel it in his inebriated grip on your shoulder. Then you start to feel the alcohol coming back up you’re system as his other hand creeps to hold your waist. “Cmon ditch your boyfriend”

Before you can get a word of disgust out you feel familiar arms save you from this repulsive guys hold. Eren shoves his chest as he drunkenly stumbles backwards.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Eren spits out as his arm ushers you to stand a little behind him. He isn’t really one for violence when it’s a complete stranger. He has better things to do than that.

He can tell he’s drunk and after a few nonsensical sentences pour out the guys mouth; Eren’s done eyeing him down with demise so he walks you back to his car while the guy drags himself back to the party.

“Are you alright?” He questions you while rubbing his hand against your arms to warm you up as much as he can walking down the party’s front yard.

“Yeah I’m alright now at least, thank you Eren”

“That guy looked fucking homeless”

You softly smile to yourself, at ease in Eren’s presence. Half the grossness you felt in that stupid party had already began dissolving.

The drive home was quiet, calm. You were dozing off in the passenger seat while you held his free hand in you lap. His thumb swept back and forth until you arrived home. He reaches behind into the back seat, you’re too hazy to question why really. Eren bends over to take off your heels to then slide ur home slippers on.

“I don’t know why you wore those tonight, you know they hurt”

“I know right?!” You huff back at him. He laughs softly at your drunken state and gets out the car. He opens your car door to usher you out and puts his arm around you to help you walk to your apartment.

He lies you down on the couch and tells u to stay which you have no real trouble doing. He returns to the room holding one of his navy blue t-shirts and grey shorts.

“Okay baby, take off ur dress” he says gently.

“At least ask me to dinner first” you retort back. You snicker at your own joke but take off your dress all the same. He slips his shirt and shorts onto you then carries you to your bed effortlessly.

“You’re soo strong, do you have a girlfriend?” you giggle while feeling up his muscular arms. He only laughs at you and quickly leaves to grab something. He returns again, your micellar water in one hand and your toner in the other, “hey which one is the makeup thingy to take it off?” He questions, trying to communicate with whatever sober is left in you. You point to the micellar bottle and he wipes your face with it. The cool water and Eren’s delicate touch was extremely soothing. Although making you even more tired it did sober you up a little more.

Once he’s done, he puts everything down and climbs in bed next to you, pulling the blanket up, he moves you so that you’re on your side and pulls your knee toward him so that your leg is over his legs. He moves his arm to lie under your neck and pulls your whole body nearer with his free hand now on the small of your back.

You inhale deeply the scent of his chest and neck, now intoxicated by his musky scent while his hand slides up to bring your head nearer while he breathes deeply too, face shoved in the top of your head.

He moves to place a chaste kiss on your forehead.“You okay?” He asks, voice just above a whisper.

“Now I am, that guy was weird”, you murmur back still with a face full of chest.

“Yeah he was a fucking weirdo” Eren says, now speaking at a normal volume. “You’re not going alone to those parties anymore, I’m having a word with Mikasa trust”

You laugh at his seriousness and press a kiss to his collar bone, “No laughing I’m serious” he smiles, making space between you too to be able to kiss your collar bone too. He litters playful kisses on your neck. You laugh more while he roughly moves on top of you to only press more ticklish pecks all over you; intentionally smothering you.

You stop him by grabbing both sides of his head and bringing his lips to yours. You kiss him softly while he willingly returns it. He deepens the kiss with his tongue swiping your bottom lip until you open your mouth in the slightest, letting him slip it inside.

[grimreaperschild]

bones

summary: you and your housemates are thrown into a completely different world and for some reason they all look to you for answers

warnings: angst, character death, gore

a/n: this was so fun to write, definitely want to make this a series! give me your thoughts and mdni pls-🦷

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you’re shaken awake by chad, you slap his hands away trying to roll over “y/n wake up- please there’s something on the news- tara liv and quin are out- somethings wrong.” his voice is shrill, his tone showing you how scared he is your up in an instant booking it to the living room where your housemates are, mindy and anika are sat hand in hand starting at the tv, sams pacing ethan is sat on the floor looking white as a ghost chad comes behind you looking concerned, you turn your attention to the tv “breaking news! people all around the world are going rabid some are saying it’s a side affect of the new covid-19 virus please stay inside until further notice” the same message playing on repeat.

that has you pulling your phone out of your pocket, pressing your girlfriend tara’s contact with shaky fingers, it rings 3 times before she picks up “baby! we are nearly home, open the door” she sounds breathless you don’t say anything as you try to walk to the door, failing miserably you all but sprint to your front door throwing it open with a bang just in time to see a homeless man giving chase to the 3, you don’t remember moving but the next thing you know your down your steps and running towards them, you get there just as he pounces on quin she lets out a scream as he takes her to the floor you haul him off her punching him square in the nose a sickening crunch is heard as he falls “fuck” you hiss shaking out your hand, he makes a move to jump up but before you can do anymore damage tara is pulling you by your arm “y/n leave it come on please we need to get to the house” you don’t argue.

as soon as the door slams shut your pulling the smaller girl into your arms checking every inch of her “tara are you hurt, what happened” she relaxes into your hold and snuggles into you “im ok we were on our way back from the mall and people just started screaming and chasing each other we ran home as fast as we could” a yell comes from the living room and you follow the noise hand in hand with tara, ethan is stood pointing at quin red in the face sam is stiff bedside him liv and chad are standing protectively behind quin who looks like she’s about to throw up.

you quickly stand between the group hands raised “whoa, what the fuck is going on guys” you question voice soft but firm, they all start explaining at the same time “ok ok i can’t understand you if you all talk over each other like this” you point at ethan who still has his hand raised “why are you yelling” this snaps him out of his trance as he starts pacing again “she’s bit y/n that dude bit her, this is zombie apocalypse 101 she’s gonna turn im telling you we need to get her out” you raise your eyebrow at sam “your with him on this one? didn’t take you for a paranoia kinda girl” she shrugs her shoulders “somethings not right, i can feel it” you turn to quin “that homeless dude bit you?” she nods tears spilling out over her cheeks “ok, i think we all need to calm down, t could you make everyone some hot chocolate? im gonna clean quin up” she nods and makes her way into the kitchen. ethan throws his hands up “what your just letting her stay” he takes a menacing step towards her “ethan calm down we don’t know anything yet last thing we need is you trying to kill people because you read too many comic books” chad says getting up in his face pushing him back, you have to step in again “first of all it’s a tv show as well as comics and we don’t need you going all hero right now either, sit” you point to the sofa “you too ethan” you turn and give him a pointed look he frowns but sits anyway, you grab quins shoulders and steer her to the bathroom.

she’s sat on the toilet seat while you clean the bite he managed to sink his teeth in good, right where her neck meets her shoulder, you put pressure on to stop the slow trickle of blood “do you think ethan’s right” she’s shaking and your not sure if it’s from the adrenaline or the way she’s been softly crying this whole time “i don’t think so q, i mean if you were gonna catch some virus it would have been from that goblin i found in the kitchen last week” she giggles at that finally cracking a smile “yeah i made a bad choice with that one huh” “you make quite a few bad choices” you take the cloth off her shoulder readying the hydrogen peroxide “this is gonna hurt like a bitch” you warned, she nods you pour a hefty amount onto a clean cloth and press it to her shoulder, she lets out a cry and a fresh wave of tears spill out of her eyes “im sorry q, nearly done” she doesn’t say anything else as you put a patch over the bite.

3 soft knocks on the door as it opens and tara pokes her head in “hey hot chocolates made” she smiles half heartedly “go on i’ve told ethan to quit it” she smiles at you gratefully slipping past tara and out of sight, your shoulders slump as soon as the door closes tara gives you a once over with her eyes and points to the counter top, you oblige happily jumping up and opening your legs so she can stand between them. she takes your hand gently in her own you didn’t even realise you were bleeding till she started the cleaning process, she places a soft kiss to your bandaged knuckles when she’s done looking up at you with adoration in her eyes “thank you for coming to the rescue baby” you smile leaning your head forward to rest against hers “i’ll always be there to get you out of trouble love, you know that” she giggles pressing a soft kiss to your lips “my knight in shining armour” she fake swoons hands over her heart blinking rapidly, you chuckle jumping off the counter having to peer down at the girl as she only stood at 5’2 to your 5’7.

as you enter the room hand in hand with tara everyone is sat solemnly with cups and biscuits in there hands, you take your seat on the main sofa in-front of the tv it’s still blearing the same emergency broadcast “will someone please shut that off” chad looks up at you “huh- oh yeah sorry” he clicks the tv off and the room is plunged into an uncomfortable silence, you start to regret asking for it off you feel tara place a reassuring hand on your thigh as you notice that everyone’s looking at you as if waiting for you to speak, fuck when did i become the appointed leader you take a sip of your drink before talking the tension in the room growing with every passing second “ok so obviously no one’s going outside” wow y/n good job. you mentally kick yourself as you stand walking over to the window and opening the curtain to take a look out on the street.

what you see makes you stagger backwards hitting into the coffee table the mugs nearly falling off you think for a second you imagined it throwing the curtains open with a new sense of urgency your heart drops to the pit of your stomach with the realisation that you had seen it perfectly the first time, there was a little girl couldn’t have been older than 5 or 6 laying in the middle of the road a woman was hunched over with her back to the window pulling her guts out of the massive tear in her stomach and shoving them in her mouth with such eagerness youd think it was her first meal in years, you gag as she pulls some intestine out your vaguely aware of someone closing the curtain but that does nothing for you the image still burned fresh in your mind.

anika runs to the kitchen sink and starts hurling and that snaps you out of your daze spinning on your heel you take in the carnage, quin is nowhere to be found sams pacing again mindys sobbing into a pillow liv and chad are holding eachother and ethan is running to join anika at the sink, tara as always is stood dutifully by your side tears running down her face she’s shaking and for the first time you take in what she’s wearing, a blue long sleeved tank top and jeans she looks good. you take your jacket off and wrap it around her shoulders hoping to give her some comfort before you turn to the group “ok sam i need you” your proud of how clear your voice is, you sound strong the complete opposite of what your currently feeling.

sams eyes meet yours “windows we need to board up the windows and the door, can you do that for me” she nods moving swiftly to the basement door opening it and disappearing out of view, you turn surveying the rest of the group “chad, go help her” he doesn’t move “chad it’s gonna be ok you just have to listen” that gets him moving, your attention falls to mindy she’s still crying but it’s not as bad as before she’s shaking like a leaf, you sit next to her putting an arm around her shoulders “i need you and tara to do something for me ok?” tara perks up at the mention of her name listening intently “i need you guys to get all the food in the house and log it in a book” mindy nods grateful to have something to distract her.

as the 4 of you make your way into the kitchen you see ethan and anika pale sat with there backs to each other keeping close, “you tryna steal my girl landry?” mindy quips that brings a smile to everyone’s faces, it’s gonna be fine mindys still cracking jokes “ethan i need you in the livingroom now please, anika help these 2” with that you turn walking to your room grabbing 2 notepads and a bunch of pens and setting them out on the coffee table “everything we know about zombies or anything like that, no matter how stupid we write down ok?” ethan grabs a notepad and starts scribbling instantly, your mind turns to quin now everyone’s occupied you make your way cautiously to her room knocking softly, you hear a whimper from the other side and you open the door.

“quin?” shes stood with her back too you and there’s a purplish blue hue to her skin around the bite “quin you don’t look so good are you ok?” she stumbles as she turns and her eyes are a yellow colour leaking blood that falls off her cheeks and hits the carpet with a deafening put put put “shit” is all you get out before she lunges for you, your scream cut off by all the air being driven out of your lungs as your back hits the floor, she’s grabbing at your arms that are holding her as far away from you as humanly possible her jaw snapping wildly, you yell out as her hands find your face trying to pull you up to meet her, sam appears out of nowhere with a knife in her hands tara and ethan hot on her heels she lets out something that resembles a war cry as she sinks the knife into quins back it makes a squelching noise as she pulls it out, it makes you shudder. quin doesn’t even flinch her ginger hair getting in your eyes as your arms burn with the weight of keeping her up “the brain you have to kill the brain” ethan screames “i cant- fuck i cant i cant do it im gonna drop her” you wheeze out fighting with all your strength to keep her snapping jaws away from you. sam throws the knife down with all her might on the back of quins head just as your arms give out you scream and writhe around as her lifeless body falls ontop of you.

tara pulls you out from under her slamming the door shut as she pulls you into her chest arms coming around your shoulders, your breath coming out in short raged gasps as you try to calm down “shhhh shhh it’s over baby, i’ve got you everything’s ok” she coos to you rocking you back and fourth “my sweet girl shhh” your breath evens out and you clutch at her, you rise shakily to your feet eying the door suspiciously “im not bit” a collective sigh of relief could be heard “we have stuff to do guys common, sam i want this door boarded up asap” you let yourself be pulled away and into tara’s lap it must look comical with the size difference but you don’t care.

one by one the group finishes there tasks and takes there respective seats all glassy eyes and staring into the distance the shock that we lost one of our own settling in, your not sure what the fuck had happened in the last couple of hours but you knew you’d fight tooth and nail to keep the ones you loved alive.

[pedroshotwifey]

Christmas Countdown Day 20 - Dave York

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Pairing: Dark!Dave York x afab!reader

Word count: 2.2k

Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, dddne, this is not the darkest thing I've written, but it is the darkest I've posted. Non-con piv, non-con knife play, reader gets cut, blood as lube, spit kink, spit as lube, degrading nicknames, restraints, Dave is MEAN, multiple slaps, literal abuse, stockholm syndrome vibes? Stuff im forgetting

Summary: Dave comes home after a rough day to find out that you didn't do the one thing he asked for.

A/N: Y'all, I want to like this one so bad, but I just read over it and I didn't think it was as good as I anticipated. 😭 Maybe it's just because I know I wrote it, or maybe I'm just tired out of my mind. Idk, I'll try to read it in the morning. Anyways, please keep in mind that this is a DARK FIC. If you don't like it, don't read it.

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You’re sitting on the couch, idly watching TV when Dave gets home. You smile brightly, jumping up from the sofa to greet him at the door, resisting the urge to cross your fingers in hopes that he’s in a good mood. 

You had pampered yourself today, making yourself look soft and pretty, your hair shiny and perfectly in place. You had slipped on a dress that he had brought home a week or so ago as a reward. He’d been so happy and kind that week, and you’d felt so special with the way he paid so much attention to you. 

You hope that he’ll do the same again when he sees you like this, all dolled up just for him. Though it’s a reward enough just to know when you have his approval. 

“Hey, baby,” you say tentatively as you peak your head into the doorway. 

Dave turns around to look at you as he takes off his coat, his expression blank as he takes in your appearance. Your smile falters, though you try to keep it up. His eyes are dark, his jaw set with a particular hint of annoyance. He’s had a bad day. 

Ignoring the part of your brain that screams at you to go hide, you step toward him slowly. He doesn’t move as you approach, just continues to watch as you gently undo his tie and hang it up on the rack next to his coat. 

The air is thick with tension around the two of you as you look into each other’s eyes. Where your gaze is hesitant, exposing the fact that you have to put effort into not cowering in his presence, his is hard, revealing the fact that he gains something from your submission. 

You try so hard not to be afraid of him anymore, but you just can’t help it sometimes. He’s good to you when you’re good, only mean when he says you’re not. The only problem is that he seems to decide when you’re acting good or bad, even if you’re on your best behavior. 

Because of this, you’re in a constant state of reluctance and worried anticipation. You never know when he’s going to snap again. 

“D-Dave?” you ask, breaking the silence. “Do you want to talk–” 

“Would you shut the fuck up for just one second?” He’s quick to interrupt as he shoves past you and into the kitchen. You close your eyes, gulping down the sudden disappointment that bubbles in your throat. 

That’s okay, though. You’ll brush it off. You’re probably just over-reacting again. 

You sigh and spin on your heel to follow him into the kitchen. 

“Are you hungry? I can make you something if you wan–”

“Christ, woman! Do you have a damn off switch? If I want something, I’ll fucking tell you I want it.” 

You reel back at his harsh words, not expecting them quite this early. You open your mouth to comply, but the warning look he gives you makes you shut it and nod instead.

He moves to the sink, rolling up his sleeves to wash his hands, when he stops abruptly in front of it. For a moment, you’re confused, but then you remember what you had forgotten to do today. Your eyes go wide and your stomach drops. 

“I ask you for one. fucking. thing,” Dave says, his back turned toward you. His voice makes you shudder, the tone much too low to mean anything good. He turns around now, fury in his eyes as he breaks under the last straw. 

“Useless goddamn bitch,” he slowly seethes, stalking toward you. Your breathing goes shallow, your body tingly as you watch him get closer, already knowing what's to come. 

You sink back, your ass hitting the floor as you scootch back until you hit the wall. You’re cowering, your body already shaking as you wrap your arms around your head and squeeze yourself into the tiniest ball possible. 

“Dave, please! I swear I didn’t mean to forget, IswearIswearIswear, please, I–”

You're cut off by your own scream as Dave yanks you up by your hair, your scalp stinging as strands rip from the force he uses to pull your face to his. You’re blubbering as he spits degrading remarks your way, far too panicked to hear everything he’s saying. 

You catch snippets here and there as you push against his chest, only serving to hurt your tender head more as he tightens his grip on your hair to keep you close. 

“Fucking dumb—can’t remember shit—Don’t even know why I keep you here—can’t even tell you to do the dishes–”

He just keeps going, every beration digging into your skin until you feel like you’re being coddled by razors. 

“D-Dave, Please–” you try to stop it, even though you know better. His hand comes down sharp across your cheek before you can even process it being raised. Your neck aches from the way it’s forced to the side, almost distracting you from the stinging pain coming from your reddening skin. 

You choke on a sob, your tears stopping momentarily from the shock. Through the ringing in your ears and the pain that spreads through your jaw, you register how your makeup has been messed up from your crying, and you almost want to laugh with how stupid of a thought that is. 

You don’t, of course, because Dave’s quickly pulling you back to reality with a firm hand on your chin, making you look into his eyes. Tears continue to run hot down your face as you let him move you, feeling too defeated at this point to try anything else. 

“You hear me, bitch?” He asks, giving your jaw a firm shake. You blink at him, forgetting at this point that you have the ability to speak at all. It’s not like he would hear you anyway. 

“Said I’m gonna get some fucking use out of you. Seems there’s only one thing a dumb whore like you is good for.” 

You just keep watching him, your expression fallen as you watch it happen. Again. What else can you do? It’s never helped to do anything else before. 

He snarls, clearly annoyed that you’re not giving him another reason to reprimand you. He stands to his full height, tossing you back to the floor as he does so. 

The back of your head knocks forcefully against the tile, and you feel your teeth rattle as the light above you starts to blur. You think faintly that you may want to move, but your body doesn’t want to comply. It’s not like you have anywhere to go. 

You settle for blankly watching Dave as he tugs his belt through the loops before unzipping himself. His eyes stay on you the entire time, and you think you whimper at some point because of the smirk on his face. 

You hate the way your tears run thinly into your hairline, settling there uncomfortably, but you can’t be bothered to wipe them away. You’re tired, you just want to disappear. Unfortunately, you know you can’t do that, so you settle for the next best thing—staying still and silent in hopes that you can block everything out, dissociate yourself somehow. 

Your body jolts as Dave kneels down in front of you, pulling your hips closer to him. You must have been watching the light again, lost in your hazy thoughts. A pathetic sob slips through your lips, and you taste blood as they open. You must have bit your bottom lip when you hit the floor—or maybe it was split from the slap. You don’t know. Don’t care at this point. You just want this to be over. 

Vaguely, you register that it hasn’t even started. 

“You just going to lay there?” Dave points out more than asks as he reaches for your panties. “You really are damn stupid. Must want this, fucking slut.” 

Your eyes close tightly as you feel your panties get ripped in half. 

He’s right, you are stupid. Only a stupid girl would let this happen. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

The word repeats like a chant in your head, your eyelids tightening and your lips quivering. Your body shakes and shakes, it’s all it can do through the headache you’re starting to get from the screaming in your mind. 

Another harsh crack makes you gasp, trying pitifully to take a breath as you take in the fact that he just slapped you again. You feel it less this time, though you don’t know why. 

“Look at me,” he spits once your eyes are opened again. Hesitantly, you look into his eyes, trying with all your might to keep them open. It’s like a nightmare, and the only way you can escape is for you to shut your eyes. 

The only difference is that this is real, that even if you closed them, you would still be able to feel the way he notches himself at your entrance, still feel his threatening stare, still feel every ache and pain that he inflicts on your body. 

He grunts as he starts to shove his cock into your unprepared cunt, and your mouth falls open to squeal at the sudden burn between your legs. No sound comes out, your tongue thick and dry as sandpaper. 

He doesn’t stop you this time when your eyes screw shut in pain, your body squirming beneath him as you try to get away. Your fingers twitch, as if just now regaining the ability to move. 

Dave chuckles at you before pressing a hand to your abdomen and spitting onto your pussy, letting his saliva run down to where his cock is half-way disappeared inside of you. He repeats this action three times before there’s enough lubrication for him to slide the rest of the way in. 

“Tight little hole. All mine to ruin.” 

Dave grabs your face again, pinching your cheeks until you look at him through blurry eyes. As soon as they’re open, you can watch him spit on your face, already soaked from your own fluids. 

You heave, trying to control your breathing as he starts to rock in and out of you, keeping a firm grasp on your face. You need to let it happen, the sooner he gets what he wants, the sooner this is over. It needs to be over. Let it be over. 

His pace grows quicker and more harsh, a sob leaving you each time he punches into you with his thick cock. It hurts so much, always does when you’re dry like this. 

Suddenly, your arms are pulled above your head, Dave’s cock still shoved inside of you as he ties your wrists with the remnants of your panties. 

“I have something for you, slut,” Dave tells you, a tear slipping down your cheek as you keep trying to imagine yourself far away. 

That quickly becomes hard to do, because there’s suddenly a gross feeling coming from above your cunt and to the left. The feeling of your skin being sliced open. 

As soon as you realize what’s happening, a scream you didn’t know you had erupts from somewhere deep inside you. It’s full of an agonizing pain as your senses hone in on the way his pocket knife digs deeply. 

You know what he’s doing, what he’s threatened before. 

You know that the next time you look in the mirror, you’ll be able to see Dave York’s initials carved in front of your hip, deep enough to leave an ugly, jagged scar. 

Dave laughs as you scream and try to simultaneously move away and keep your body still. You don’t know what would be worse right now. 

It’s a white hot pain that courses through you as he moves on to the next letter, his movement sloppy from the way he still shallowly thrusts into you. The wetness of your blood dribbles down until it reaches his cock, making the glide easier yet as he pushes it back into you. 

He laughs even after your screaming stops, the shock taking over you and halting all reactions but the silent sobs that wrack your entire body. He pulls the knife away after a moment, after he’s sure he’s dragged the edge deep enough to be permanent.  

Your gaze focuses on the kitchen light again, and you can hear someone calling raspily for help. It’s weak and wet sounding, and you don’t quite understand where it’s coming from because you swear you’re not trying to say anything. 

“God damn,” Dave grits out. “Will you ever shut your whore mouth?” 

You suppose you do, because the sound stops, and the kitchen is filled with nothing but your whimpers and Dave’s moans. You can feel him getting close, the way he stutters and pulses. 

“Gonna come in this tight little pussy,” he grits, grinding himself down.

You don’t care what he’s going to do. You’d let him do anything to ensure that this will stop, that it won’t go on forever. You just want it to stop. 

You don’t realize he’s coming until he’s almost done. His seed stings as it hits your burning walls. 

You’ve stopped crying. Your throat’s dry, your eyes sting, your cheeks ache, your cunt throbs, your hips are littered with tender bruises, yet your mind is numb. 

Dave only lingers for a moment before he lifts off of you. He chuckles to himself as he says something, but you don’t think you could hear what even if you tried. Your hands fall limply away from each other as he uses his bloody pocket knife to cut away your restraints.

Your eyes close as he walks away, and you don’t try to open them again.

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[lostwcnderlands]

-> surprise! a closed starter for @mysteriousxgirls {kyra && roman bc im a glutton for the pain}

a stirring from his mattress caused roman to raise his head from the dresser where he knelt in front of, looking to see the sleepy headed blonde start to rise from his sheets. a flash of butterflies to see her there, framed by the dawn's light, almost ethereal despite the tangles, the slept in clothes. he wouldn't have her any other way. but a smile didn't find his lips, through the tightness in roman's chest.

sober now, head throbbing, despite the night of close cuddling - he remembered way too much to find much in him to inspire joy. even if the girl of his dreams had finally spent the night. on his little tv with the crack in the corner, a live news report from the center of the city played quietly. his eyes followed hers to the glare of the screen, and the expression darkened further. he'd already seen, but it still hurt to watch. " that's my car. " roman explained the image flashing across the report - a beater of a vehicle set on fire, burning to a crisp right there live on main street.

the message was clear, the intention crystal. this was war. in his hands were the majority of his belongings, getting shoved into an ancient, smelly duffle bag. a sigh stuck in his throat, and suddenly needing the grounding, roman abandoned his task && crossed the small room to sit back on the bed. eyes couldn't leave her, as if he were trying to find the nerve to say goodbye.

" i gotta go, kyra. " he finally whispered, the words pulled from his body as if against his will. " underground, dark, disappear. i- i'm not asking you to come with me. your life just started. " she'd just released her new single. the doors had started to open for her - doors he knew would never be in his life. not now, especially. roman was scared of being alone. but he cared about her deeper than his need for his hand in hers.

besides. what had their story brought but blood && death? a taste of something they could never have? her kiss was the sweetest thought left in his mind. " he won't hurt you, right? if you tell him i took you, it was my fault? you could... still live a normal life. achieve your dreams, and shit. "

[multifandomworldsposts]

Hi! Please can I request some 86 Maverick x Reader angst. And unless you're uncomfortable with it please can you make it pretty dark but still with some hurt/comfort. im so sorry I'm very picky

A/N: it’s okay!

After Goose's Death

pairing: Pete Mitchell x fem!reader

warning: angst, yelling, abuse, eating out, unprotected sex,

summary: After Goose died, Maverick was not himself, and Y/N noticed his behavior. Something goes wrong when Maverick and Y/N get into a fight with each other.

Y/N POV

Pete has been acting strange lately and I don’t know what’s going on with him, he just scaring me.

One day I got a call from the Navy base saying that Pete got in a fight with one of the men and I get concerned, Pete isn’t like this.

When Pete came home with his stuff, I needed to talk to him.

“Hey, um, Mav? I got a call from the Navy base saying that you got in a fight today, can you explain why?” I ask, leaning against the wall near the front door.

“These questions, god, why do you need to know about everything!” He talked yelled.

“Because I’m your girlfriend and I should know what’s going on.” I spoke, crossing my arms.

“You’re such a fucking bitch!” He throws his bag on the ground and goes to the kitchen.

“What’s going on with you?” I ask, following him to the kitchen.

"You don't know what's going on, huh?" He grabs a beer from the refrigerator.

"I know that you're being an asshole," I confess.

Pete looks at me with the most pissed-off face I've ever seen in our relationship.

He slams the refrigerator and says, "Excuse me? What did you just say?" He gets closer to me, opening his beer bottle, I walk backward, getting scared.

"You're scaring me, Mav." I say, kinda shaking.

He backs me to a wall and whispers, "You have no idea what I've been going through. You only care about yourself, and you're just a fucking slut."

I slap his face. He looks surprised but pissed at the same time, and he grabs my arms to pin them to the wall. I start to whimper.

"Pete, stop! This isn't you." I struggle to get away from him.

"Don't slap me again, you hear me?" He growls.

"Then don't call me a slut again." I get angry.

He scoffs and lets go of me to drink his beer and goes sit down on the couch to watch TV and probably get drunk.

I breathe heavily and try to comprehend what just happened. I walk in front of the TV to face Pete and say, "You didn't answer my fucking question, why did you get in a fucking fight today?"

"What are you? My mother?" He drinks his beer.

"Why did you get in a fight today?" I repeat the question.

He gets up to try to leave the living room, but I stop him, and he grabs my left wrist to stop me.

"Just answer the damn question!" I yell at him.

"I don't owe you anything." He growls.

"Then why did I get a call today?" I yell.

"They're just full of shit!" He yells at me.

I scoff. "Okay, you think that the fucking Navy is full of shit! Then why did you get in a fight today? That's all I'm asking!" I look in his eyes.

"You don't understand, alright." He lets go of me. "I'm just so fucking pissed about Goose, okay."

"So, you get in a fight, which means that you miss Goose?" I get confused.

"No! It's just, it's been a hard week for me." He confesses.

"I understand that you've been having a hard week, but why would you get in a fight?" I ask again.

"Everyone has been pissing me off, alright!" He yells again.

"I'm sorry, Mav, I know that you're heartbroken, but why would you fight and then hurt your girlfriend next?" I begin to cry.

"Don't cry, babe, I'm sorry that I'm hurting you. You know that I don't mean it." He gets closer to me.

"I don't trust you." I try to walk away but he grabs me to the nearst wall and blocks me to get away from him.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, you should trust me," He touches my clothed leg, and I quietly gasp.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, please forgive me?" He makes us be nose to nose and starts to kiss my neck.

He drops the beer bottle, and I flinch, he picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He takes us to our bedroom and lays me on the bed softly.

He lays on top of me and starts to kiss me, but I stop him, "Can you lock the door?" I point to the door. "But no one else lives here." He lays his hands next to me.

"I know, but just in case?" He smirks and goes to the door, and locks it. I take my shirt off, and Mav notices that I'm not wearing a bar.

"Oh, baby." He comes up to me, and I giggle. I kiss him, and I wrap my arms around his neck to drag him down with me. He takes my pants off, including my underwear.

I help him get his clothes off, and he takes us to the end of the bed where our pillows are and starts to touch me and kiss me. I gasp. When he got down to my legs, I almost lost it, him kissing my inner thighs, him eating me out, I almost screamed his name.

"Mav! God right there!" I scream.

He smirks at my skin, and I can feel him giving me hickeys. I arched my back and grabbed his hair to keep him where he was at.

He stops, I whimper.

"Let's do something different, eh?" He smirks.

He picks me up and takes us to the nearest wall. I scream again. He begins to fuck me, I start to scratch his back to see how good he can be, he goes faster and makes me arch my back again. He starts sucking my right nipple to make me moan again.

"Oh my god! Pete, I need to cum." I say.

He chuckles and takes us down on the carpet. He pins me down and fucks me again. I scream once more. I feel myself cumming, and he goes down and eats me out again.

He lays down on the floor next to me.

"Needed to do that." He looks at me with heavy breaths.

"It felt good." I answer heavy breaths as well.

"Baby, I'm sorry I yelled at you and called you those things." He says to me.

"It's okay, just don't do that again okay? And I'm sorry for slapping you." I say getting closer to him.

"It's okay, Y/N/N. I kinda deserved it." He makes us nose to nose.

I chuckle, I give him a kiss.

"I'm sorry about Goose." I caresses his cheek.

"I know, he really loved you." He smiles at me.

I know he loved me, he always thought that Pete and I would end up getting married one day.

"I love you." I whisper to Pete.

"I love you too." He whispers back.

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we need to talk (5)

series summary: you woke up from a long coma with no memory of a part of your life only to be told by your teammates that you're married to the man you hated seven years ago. even though that seemed to be the only problem, as time goes on you're realizing there's a lot more history and mystery behind the accident that left you in medical care for months. blackouts, more memory loss, mistrust and a strange man who seems to be connected to everything. every day it gets harder to trust anyone around you, but you won't stop until you can finally uncover the truth behind the accident.

chapter summary: bucky thought he'd had a good day, until some kind of information started to appear from every corner.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

words: +2k

warning: some bad words and confusion

note: hello!! i had this chapter planned for about a month now, and really just had to polish some things so it could be published. i made some time into my night time to finish this writing and editing so i could published it soon, and it's finally done! im also half asleep bc it's past midnight and i have to wake up early tomorrow morning, so i hope you guys like this part! feedback is always appreciated!!💜

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Bucky didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing that you had stood in front of him that morning and told him you were going for a walk around town, alone, just like that. As a good husband who went through a catastrophic event that almost made him lose the love of his life, he wanted to object, almost that his instincts begged him on its knees because he didn't want to risk losing sight of you in a place with so many possible dangers. But it was true that Bucky couldn't deny you anything, and even if he had tried it would have remained just that, an attempt. He just made sure to remind you to call him if anything happened.

And Bucky really wanted to stay true to his word not to follow you… Bucky really tried to stay seated in front of the big TV in front of his bed in one of the rooms in the Complex, with nice warm weather, soda and food on the nightstand, with the most comfortable pillows he could have ever touched…

But after all he had been through, he was no longer willing to take any chances.

So he left, within minutes of your departure, on tiptoe as if he were in a silent movie. He was trying not to intrude too much, just to look over his shoulder at you to make sure you were safe. Bucky knew you were capable of taking care of yourself if a dangerous situation had to arise, but he felt unable to just stay in the Complex waiting for you to arrive. It was what he had to do, but it wasn't what he wanted to do. And surely if you found out you would be angry, and Bucky would apologize for it, but he wouldn't regret it. He didn't like to think he would become that kind of person, but after the accident and spending over a year watching over you and making sure your surroundings were safe, it was hard to let go of that sense of security and give way to the uncertainty of the unknown.

He glanced at the time on his watch as you entered a sparsely populated coffee shop. It was already past five o'clock. He twisted his lips. He didn't think he was going to lose track of time. He had agreed with himself that morning not to go past three in the afternoon because Steve had asked him to meet him in the main room of the Complex to talk about something. He wasn't really specific about it, which he definitely had to have done to get his attention, only mentioning that Tony and Natasha would also be present. Looking at his watch, Bucky wondered if he'd really missed something important.

He sniffed around inside the cafeteria to find you sitting almost at the back of the store, with a muffin that appeared to be chocolate and a white milkshake on the table. You silently watched the table as you ate. You seemed to enjoy the little things in life. That brought a smile to his face.

It was then that he saw you pull your cell phone out of the brown trench coat you were wearing that day, one that Bucky had once given you.

You held your cell phone to your ear and Bucky was gnawing with curiosity as to who you were calling at that moment. Had you agreed to meet someone or…?

His thoughts came to a screeching halt when he felt his cell phone vibrate inside his pocket. Why were you calling him? He frowned when he saw your name on the screen.

“Yes?” Bucky spoke as he answered.

“Are you just going to stand there for the rest of the afternoon?”

Bucky quirked his eyebrows. When he turned to peer inside the cafeteria, you were already looking at him. Bucky felt the heat rush across his face and a shiver run through his body, but he remained impassive. At what point had you noticed? He couldn't remember the last time something like that had happened to him when he was with you before the accident. Mind you, you were very good at controlling your environment. The poor guy tried to put that out of his head as too many memories of the past started bombarding him.

“Come in,” you spoke again before he could respond or think of anything else. “I want to talk to you about something.”

Bucky didn't grumble. Hanging up the call, he walked at a slyly agitated pace into the shop and approached at a steady pace towards where you were waiting for him. His eyes roaming the way your chin was resting on your interlocked hands, your elbows comfortable on the table, watching him approach as if he was the only person inside that coffee shop. Bucky felt his chest heaving.

“YN, I'm really sorry-”

“You don't have to apologize. Honestly, I was hoping you'd come.”

Even though he knew he should, Bucky hadn't expected that response. Smart girl.

“What? Really?”

“Mhm”

"Why?"

“I figured you couldn't help yourself.”

Bucky snorted barely audibly that, had he not had a woman with her full concentration on him, he surely wouldn't have noticed. He moved his eyes away from her, towards the wall with greenish paint on it, and as much as he wanted to deny it, he was glad to hear you brag as you did before.

“You guessed right.”

When Bucky came back to see you, you had a nice tight-lipped smile adorning your face. He wanted to believe that you had done all that drama all day just to have him as a baby duckling behind you, to admire from afar and know that you would have him by your side in less than a second if need be. But it was impossible for him to overlook the dark circles under your eyes. Bucky knows you so well, he knows you are a person whose dream is a saint. Having dark circles under your eyes that decorate the color of your skin is not something Bucky would stop paying attention to, even if he wanted to continue living in his little bubble.

“So what's that you want to talk about?”

You did not hesitate at his question, at the change of the subject. You were still in the same position, with your head on your hands and your gaze averted, immersed in various thoughts that Bucky wanted to dissipate like fog. What little sparkle your eyes had taken on during that short conversation had faded and given way to a strange sense of unease.

“Do you know if I… used to have powers?”

Bucky pondered your question far more than he would have liked to admit. He had imagined this conversation hundreds of times before, but come the moment in real life, face to face, it became much more unreal for those words to come out of your mouth than when they did inside his head. His face did not twitch or stutter as he responded. His expression only showed curiosity.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

“Why no one ever told me?"

The man took a deep breath.

“Well, I wanted to and had planned to. But the doctor who was treating you back then told me it was best to wait for you to recover the memories on your own. When that didn't happen, he told me to just find the best time to do it. Then, well, I guess I was still holding out a sliver of hope that you would remember something because every day I woke up expecting to hear you call me to tell me something. Evidently that didn't happen either. When I finally made the decision to tell you, the incident happened, and the next day you had no memory of anything.”

I was hoping you would remember.

“And now?“”

“Now… I hadn't thought about it too much these past few days, between the agitation of knowing what happened and the frustration of hopelessness. But I guess I was hoping for a good time, too. I'm sorry. You deserved to know.”

Forgetting wasn't an option, Bucky knew. And he wasn't going to blame you if you hated him for it now. It was something that was a part of you, a piece of your identity, and how he was able to overlook it was inconceivable. Before, maybe he could understand it, because the accident was so recent and forcing you to remember anything could have caused some permanent damage. After that, when you were beginning to be more open to him and seemed willing, the horrors began again. Bucky wanted to say that he had had an excuse, but the truth was that he had no right to keep that in his head…

“Don't worry.”

The man arched his eyebrows, but watching your expression he realized that he was giving the matter more thought than you should be doing. It seemed like you had barely even heard what he had said.

“Why do you ask?”

Silence answered his words. Bucky remained quiet, detailing the riddle you had for a face. He didn't know what that was all about. The walk, being waiting for him, that question about your powers? Something was definitely cooking, but unlike how Bucky thought the situation would be when it came about, you didn't seem too happy to find out.

“How do I know you're honest with me?”

That question caught him off guard. He even moved back a little, closer to the back of the chair, his face scowling.

“I'm always honest with you. I would never lie to you.”

“Under any circumstances?”

“No.”

“Not even for my own sake?”

“No. What's the point of this, YN?”

Bucky watched your chest constrict with each breath in. The atmosphere became tense from one moment to the next, so dense that he could almost feel the air choking him. He wanted to stay focused on the moment, but besides the suspense of the situation, he was disgruntled to think that you really had to deliberate so much in your mind to trust him…

“I think… I think I remembered something.”

The spasm that ran through his body felt like nothing compared to the short-circuit his head was going through. Had he really heard what he had just heard? He blinked shortly, a ringing in his ears becoming the great protagonist of that act, with a trembling body and a frightened mind. He was afraid to speak and the moment would slip through his fingers.

“What?” he barely mumbled.

“I think I had a memory, or two, but I'm not sure.”

“Why?”

Bucky watched you fidget anxiously on the chair, your gaze on anything, any object or person, but him. Your eyes were on everything but him.

“It didn't look like I was seeing it from my point of view. It looked like… a movie.”

Not letting fear dominate his body, Bucky leaned back in his chair and watched you intently. Your anxious movements gave away that what you were telling him had kept you awake, possibly, all night. And yet you waited so long to tell him.

“It was a place where, surely, there was a battle. And there was Natasha, Tony, Carol and Stephen Strange.”

“You know Strange?” Bucky frowned. He couldn't remember seeing him for months. Since the accident, rather.

“I saw him recently.”

Bucky nodded slightly, and made a mental note of it.

“Okay. So what was going on in the memories you saw?”

“First it looked like they were in the middle of the battle. Stephen, Natasha and Tony. But then it looked like it was all over, and there were all of them with Carol.”

“Okay.”

“Do you know if before my accident they all had a mission together?”

Bucky sighed, evoking. Before that accident happened, Bucky had spent a good bit of time in the medical wing. Before and during that situation, Bucky had an injury that kept him out in the field for quite some time, and because of that he missed quite a few things regarding the team. Of course, you were constantly keeping him informed, and the information from that day was definitely clear in his head still. Despite that, even though he knew he should remember, he still had questions about what had happened that day. He used to mix some memories of that day with memories of other days nearby, but some things he could remember clearly. He just had to strain a little to remember and…

“There were several occasions when a large group of the team had to leave at the same time. And the people you mention are very few. There were probably more people.”

“But I didn't see anyone else.”

Bucky sighed. Your disgruntled face filled all his worries and his instincts were geared to get rid of that excess stress on your face. Bucky didn't like to talk about that day anymore, but he didn't plan on keeping anything from you from now on.

“The last time they went out on a mission, which was the time you had the accident, it was Steve, Tony, Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Carol and they called in Strange as backup.”

“You didn't go?”

Bucky shook his head.

“I'd been hurt. Shoulder. It wasn't too serious, healed soon after. But the recommendation was harsh: no missions. So I couldn't go on that one.”

Then, finally, you could look him in the eye. Bucky felt the fog lifting and could see more clearly. Your silence accompanied him in his torment and in his haystack of memories. He wanted to know what was going through your head as you had such a sweet, soft expression unlike how you had been just seconds ago when you murmured, “Maybe it was for the best.”

Heart afloat, Bucky shook his head slightly.

“Do you think your memory is about that last mission?”

Your eyes were still on his, and they stayed that way for another couple of seconds until the fog flooded back into his field of vision.

“Maybe… in the memory they were talking about something that had gone wrong.”

“The accident.”

“Yes. But if that was the case, then it's not my memory, is it?”

Right. Bucky now understood why you were hesitating so much between all your words. You were walking on too unfamiliar ground.

“Ah, I understand. That's why you doubted it was a memory.”

“Yes! Because it doesn't make sense for me to remember something I wasn't present for, if at the time all that was happening I was hurt.”

“Definitely. But then how did that come to you?”

Bucky noticed the doubt on your face, as crystalline as the gleam of glass.

“YN, did something else happen?”

“I told you I saw Strange. The day I met him, I had those images in my head. He just walked past me, but it was as if his gaze triggered everything that happened afterwards.”

“So he caused this.”

“I think so.”

Bucky nodded, but he sensed there was more to it, the way you pursed your lips, fidgeted on the chair, and avoided his gaze. You'd been doing all that for as long as you'd been telling him things, but when you finally told him something, at the end, he could stare at you, and that's when Bucky knew you'd gotten it all out. But now…

“We need to talk to them, then.”

“What?”

“Let's go and talk. Surely there's a reason behind that.”

“But what if they're lying? What if they wouldn't have done it with a good intention?”

“I don't think so. I mean, I've known them for quite a while and I know the relationships you had with them, and I know they wouldn't do anything on purpose to hurt you.”

Bucky noticed the glint of fear in your eyes and it was contagious. He doubted his own words then. There was something else…

“Y/N-”

He moved his hands from his lap, where he kept them constantly hidden, and tried to bring them closer to yours on the table, but your reflexes were more skillful and before you could have any hint of contact, you disappeared from his physical field. Unable to keep your gaze on his, Bucky understood that he should not insist any longer. He leaned back on the chair again and waited for something… anything.

“I'll think about it.”

“YN…”

“I'm going now. You don't have to follow me, it won't be long before I'm back at the Complex.”

“Hey,” Bucky couldn't stop his mouth, but when he caught your attention and your eyes were on his, he didn't risk stopping. “You know you can trust me, right? Of all the people on this planet, you can trust me with anything. I know you don't remember anything about me or what we went through together, but I swear I'm willing to do anything, anything at all, if you only ask. I'm on your side, always, that's never going to change, okay?”

Bucky still saw the haze, but he felt hopeful. A slight nod from you without looking away was more than enough answer for all his inner doubts.

Within seconds, you left the cafeteria.

-

Bucky soon returned to the Complex after that talk, increasingly eager to confront Steve. He had more questions than he should have, although the information you had shared with him was not in the big picture a great revelation.

Except for Stephen Strange. That was unusual.

Steve Rogers was right where he said he would be waiting for him at three o'clock that day. Next to him, Natasha Romanoff sprawled over part of the L-shaped couch in the middle of the large room of the Complex. Bucky barely caught a glimpse of Steve's shoulders moving before he acknowledged his presence.

“Bucky,” his friend greeted him, turning around to observe him. Natasha from her position raised her head, and straightened up on the seat in quick movements.

He walked a little further into the room, with the gaze of his two friends of work on him, watching him so carefully that he soon felt like a cornered gazelle.

No. No, no, no, no, no. The ones who should be cornered should have been them.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

Steve shared a none-too-disguised complicit look with Natasha before answering:

“Well, we could wait until we're complete to start-”

“I don't care that Stark isn't here. You are here. So tell me,” Bucky retorted, clasping his hands. “What did you guys want to talk about?”

He stressed each word heavily, reminding them that he was a man of little patience at the right times.

“It's a touchy subject,” in that moment, Natasha spoke up.

“All the more reason you should start talking.”

“Bucky, believe me, it's better if we're all.”

“I'm having a little trouble doing that, Steve.”

Bucky didn't do much to disguise the anger he felt at the confusion, because somehow he felt that what you had told him and what Steve had wanted to tell him were things that were better understood if he put them together. Whatever these people were willing to tell him, it definitely had to be related to what had happened to you. Steve didn't usually treat any subject with such diplomacy. And, if it was about you, it was clear that it wasn't just any subject.

“Why are you talking like that?” Steve stood up, his wary gaze on Bucky's angry face.

“Stop deflecting the subject. You hadn't made such a big deal about this meeting when you told me about it this morning. Was it always this important or did it only become relevant during the last few hours?”

“It was always important,” Steve nodded, his breathing heavy in time with his partner.

“You have no reason to be angry right now, Barnes.”

Why the fuck do they say things like that?

Natasha's voice, folded arms sitting on the armrest of the couch, brought back memories of one of the most horrible moments of his life.

“And you guys have no reason to be acting this suspicious, but see yourselves.”

“We're not acting-”

“Drop it,” Bucky interrupted Steve, and shifted his body to head for the exit of the room. “Better call me when you want to talk about something serious, like adults.”

And Bucky thought he could leave that there, maybe the subject would die and in time he'd realize he wasn't right. And it would be the first time he'd be happy he'd been wrong about something.

But the red and blue flashes that appeared in front of him as he was about to leave the room made him wish he wasn't so quick to claim victory.

Strange was standing in front of him, right at the exit of the room. His arms were crossed over his chest and his gaze was fixed on the man who continued to clasp his hands.

“He already knows,” Stephen spoke up, “Or at least part of it.”

Bucky felt a chill run through his body, not as welcome as the one he felt when you told him you'd remembered something.

“I don't want you going near her again,” Bucky almost growled through his teeth.

“Or what, Barnes, you'll stop me with your little metal hand?”

“Strange,” Natasha raised her voice.

Alluded barely let out a short laugh.

“I'm trying to help her.”

“Well, it's backfiring on you.”

“Does she remember what happened?” Steve walked over to Bucky, who gave him barely a sidelong glance.

“What the heck happened?”

Steve pursed his lips, and again shared that weird look with the other two present. Bucky was starting to get too exasperated and soon he wouldn't have as much patience and would have any more stuck up courage to take it anymore.

“I think you need to sit down to hear this.”

It was Carol Danvers who spoke, no doubt. Behind his back was her, surely with a river of people that Bucky had no desire to face at the moment. He didn't like the pace this situation was taking, nor the pace the day had taken. Why couldn't he stay in on a quiet afternoon, sipping vanilla milkshakes with chocolate muffins? Why was the world constantly taking pains to snatch away any hint of happiness from him?

“I think you've been wondering a lot of things about what happened that day for a while now,” Carol spoke again, and though Bucky really didn't want to face what seemed to be about to happen, he turned around to look at the blonde who was talking to him, with several people now filling the room.

He didn't even have to name them. He just had to remember that day, and remember how the names of each of them had come out of your mouth that day. The day that, unbeknownst to him, would be the last day he would share with his old friend joy.

“Sit. Let's talk.”

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People in space

(Event Horizon - Family movie that teach people about space physics)

I took a deep breath when I left the transport and raised my head to the top of the ceilings. This was the right station, and it was underground. But yet the light seemed so surreal .. normal. Not Neon. Not Bulb or LED. It just felt natural. Like being on an open flower field in spring. Not many ft under the ground. Staring at special lights that Karls-Ruhe had installed on this stations to keep you distracted. Like everything is fine. Everything seemed right.

I already remained as the last person on this station. It was time to go. So I climbed the the stairs, following the led stripes thought the surreal and bloomy scenery back to the surface. It rained. I noticed that there was another rail road on top of the underground one. Wondered what the difference might be, and passed by of this blinding colourfull display windows. Offering to transfer money. Good food. Having a call with your families or risking your salaries on some slot machines. And in between all of this was an narrow door. 24|7. The serial number of my home for tonight.

I mean. Not the first door. Not the second. Not the big ones, of places that ran down. Closed up and pasted over by political papers on the former clear windows. No. The last one, the tiny one.

Just the right code, and the door would open. Let you in a narrow room with 4 computer panels and a desk that divides this room like an natural but useless barrier between customers and the paper files stored in a shelf behind.

"Hello customer. Please tell me your booking number, and your name" Easy task. Two of the terminals seems to work. The others just show something confusing. Probably had been out cold for quite a while. I started to enter the number. The display calibration was slightly off. Writing on it was not that easy.

"May I help you?" an voice asked. A small man suddenly approached besides me. The look in his eyes was firm. Like he had seen to much, and rules was the thing, that kept his world together. "Nah. Im fine." I try to continue. It's not as there werent many posters on the wall telling you what to do. I cant remember, if the posters had been intact. Maybe something had been torn off? Maybe something, that I should had known. But somebody made sure that I will not know. Not now. Maybe never.

He was insisting "I really should help you!" I raised my tired eyes from the display and slowly move them over, and down to him. "Its complicated." "Hm. If i cant even handle that. How could I handle anything on the path that lays ahead?" He dont cared. Raises his small hands to the display and starts punching on the different shapes. "Now take a card and put it in front of the scanner!" I might had a weird look over my face. Why in all world was he not completing the task himself, it is was SO important? Why having panels in the first place? I took my card and presented it to the scanning device.

Error. "Do it again!" he keeps punching on the panel. "Do it again!" "Again" "Again!!!" And without anything changing. My hand was not even moving. Suddenly he said "Its done. What are you waiting for? Go up! Its capsule 20!" And off he was.

I took a deep breath. Climbed the stairs to a smal lobby with tables and a running TV. Some kind of space documentary where soldiers shot and killed each other. In front of them some old guys. Wearing leather jackets that probably had been made out of old enemies skins. Or maybe the remainings of old friends. Haircuts strong like short steel. Faces firm and strong, but crafted by deep, painfull memories. A dark skin tone in memorial to their probably orange skinned idol. The blue, almost blinded eyes gave me a short look. But no words. Nothing. At least they had been alive. Not like the other guys sitting in the corner and staring to the screens in front of them. Probably this backs will never be straight ever again.

I nodded to the room and progressed further thought the first security lock. The card worked. At least.

....

It was deep in the night. I already had been in my capsule for a long time. But they been still shaking. Sometimes the wodden planks outside of the capsule made noises. I decided to do not ask, why steel secured capsules needed to be patched up with pinewood planks. Maybe it is not steel at all? No. Do not think about it. Again and again the capsule was shaking. I decided to raise up the air conditioner a bit more so that it's rapid operating noise might calm me down.

....

Early morning. Time to get up. The temperature had risen to 27°C. The conditioner did its best to blow air and dust, alot of dust into my tiny capsule. But probably it would had been more efficient, when it just could blow, and suck at the same time. Like, having a stream of air floating thought the cell. But no. It was eighter one. Tough decisions had been made. I open the airlock and feel the pressure lowering. The floor looks empty. Most of the flocks had allready left.

....

Stitting in front of the TV. Eating and watching 'jenifer tat'. It was somehow the only non war related thing that i found. And suddenly. The guy spawned to my left.

"What are you watching there?" "A true crime show" I was wondering, if this was 'ok' or not. Its a public place. On the other hand... It was basically just like most true crime shows. An long stream of sad pictures and interviews. "It's horror!" he asked. No, not really, he decided. "Its a documentary?" I asked. "No its horror" Insisting again. And suddenly it felt like there was horror. I just had not been able to see it so far. "Let me help you" he smiled, and ripped the remote control out of my hand. Soon enough he noticed that all the other options had been much worse. "This is so bad. So much horror. So much horror." He decided to select one show by himself.

And a warm, big smile came over his face. He walked away. I sat there. Left behind and not able to continue. I waited for 5 minutes. The walked over to the capsule. Collected all my stuff and headed to the exit. Fast, but not too fast. Suddenly I remembered the faces of this other old men here. Those blinded eyes. Those empty eyes. I passed by the TV and even thought I shut it up when I left. It was activated again. Running BBT again. I looked around. But I did not saw -him-. Even thought I felt his presence.

I walked down the stairs. Threw the card back into that machine. I left the place and the city. Probably to never return again.