#but its like theres a face we are all craving

[wastedpurity]

god i so badly want to be that person during this venus retrograde and text the graphic designer who ghosted me after i sent them this image of my tshirt idea

Iike was the graphic design not good or was it because i said i was moving

thats on me for pursuing a sagittarius

[rafeandonlyrafe]

angel of a daughter

words: 2.2k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, stepcest, stepdad!rafe, p in v sex, unprotected sex, virgin!reader, female receiving oral, fingering, breeding, fertility issues (from mother), reader is described as having big boobs, kinda pregnancy kink from rafe but more talk of sex while pregnant, cheating (no daddy kink)

“i got the results back.” your mom says, her voice low and sad, revealing her results with her tone alone. “the doctor says theres no way.” “i’m sorry, mama.” you pout, wrapping your arms around her shoulders. you hate that you feel a bit of relief. your mom had you young, a teenager knocked up by another teenager who ran off the second he heard his girlfriend got pregnant.

your mom raised you until you were a teenager yourself, doing everything by herself until your stepdad came into the picture. he inserted himself perfectly into your life, but expected to have kids of his own.

“whats the plan then?” you question as your stepdad comes into the living room, setting a glass of water down in front of your mom. you sit on either side of her, showing your support. “adoption? surrogate?” 

you like being an only child. you like it just being you, mom, and rafe, but at the same time, you want your mom to be happy, and if a baby gives her that, you'll adjust for her.

“actually…” rafe clears his throat. “we were hoping you’d be willing to help out.”

“yeah, of course.” you nod. “anyway i can.” 

you don’t realize what rafe means until later. you assumed it was just help researching adoption agencies, or finding a surrogate, but as rafe hovers over you, you realize he means to breed you.

“m-my mom can’t be okay with this.” you stutter out, body stiff against the bed, trapped as you blink up at rafe, body caging you over the mattress.

“she thinks you’re going to get inseminated.” he huffs out, breath warm against your face. “and in a way you are. a natural way.”

“i-i-” you stutter out. “i don't know about this.”

“come on, i see the way you look at me.” rafe shifts his weight to one hand, gliding down the other down your torso, squeezing your hip gently. “i know you want this.”

“you're married to my mom!” your eyes are wide, but a spark does ignite inside of you. “you're my stepdad!”

“and you’re going to be doing both of us such a big favor, pretty girl.” rafe coos, his fingers running along the material of your shorts, stroking closer and closer to your center every time.

“i-i guess it would be easier than going to a doctor.” you’re sure it involves waivers and legal shit that your mind just can’t even wrap around.

“exactly!” rafe smiles down at you, glad for your naivety. “besides, im making you feel good... you’ll get pregnant, and both of us will feel real good.”

“how many times will we get to do it?” you whisper, hands reaching up to touch rafes cheeks, running your finger down the smooth planes. “like, it probably won’t take the first time.”

“as many times as we have to babygirl. and i’ll take real good care of you during your pregnancy. rub your feet, buy whatever you are craving, eat you out.” rafe loves the way your eyes blow wide.

“thats not appropriate!” your mom has lectured you long and hard about sexual experiences and above all how important it is to wait so you don’t become pregnant young like she did. and now she is asking you to allow your stepdad to breed you when you’re freshly out of your teen years.

“its okay, its just you helping us out so im helping you back out in return.” rafe moves his hand up to cup your cheek. “let me show you.”

he leans down to press your lips together in a kiss. you lay frozen for a moment before beginning to move back, reciprocating the kiss as your hands fist into his shirt, tugging him lower.

you let out a moan into his mouth and rafe has to pull away to chuckle. “see, i knew you wanted me babygirl.”

“yeah.” you nod. “okay, lets do this.” damn the consequences, you can think about them later.

“good.” he coos out, lips back against yours quickly as his hand gropes at your breast, rubbing them through your tanktop. you’ve always been insecure about the size of your chest, but as rafe lowers down to look at them, you think about them in a whole new light.

“these are gonna feed our baby so well.” he says, tugging at the hem of your shirt, lower and lower until it breeches the swell of your breasts and they pop out the top. you don’t ask who he means by ‘our’. you can indulge in the fantasy that it’s just you and rafe. that your mom is still in the picture, but only in the role as your mother, not the one of rafes baby. 

rafe wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking deeply into his mouth, so in contrast to what it must feel like to have an infant feeding.

“i-more.” you gasp out as rafes fingers play with your other nipple, rolling and pinching at it until they’re both stiff peaks.

“i can’t wait to fuck you baby.” rafe says, helping you sit up just slightly to pull your shirt off, the small pajama shorts the only barrier you have left on your body. rafe also tugs his shirt off. you’ve seen him shirtless before in the pool or on your boat, but its different in this low lighting, so intimate and close. 

“gonna eat your pretty pussy first though.” rafe tugs your shorts down, your thighs pressing together to allow you to keep that part of yourself hidden for a moment longer, before rafe is pushing at your legs and slotting himself onto the bed in between them.

“aww.” rafe smiles, looking much more like a boy your age with his grin rather than your stepfather. “i knew she’d be cute.” his hands stroke over your inner thighs. “have you ever had a guy eat your pussy before?”

“no.” you shake your head. “never done anything with a guy.” you’ve kissed past boyfriends, but it never went beyond that.

“im gonna be your first?” theres a spark in rafes eye when he realizes that you’re a virgin. that he’s going to deflower you, fill you up. 

“y-yeah.” you nod. 

rafe wants you to cum once with his mouth and fingers first to open you up and get you wetter before he fucks you, so he wastes no more time, pushing his face forward between your legs, tongue swiping over your folds as you scream out in pleasure. 

rafe is glad as your moans increase with every flick of his tongue and glide of his lips that he chose to sneak into your room in a time when your mom was gone, off to the spa with her girlfriends, no doubt sharing to them her recent doctors trip and how her angel of a daughter agreed to be a surrogate so her and rafe could have a baby of their own.

“you taste so good.” rafe says. he isn’t one to enjoy giving head often, but you really are the sweetest taste on his lips. he focuses in on your clit as your entire body stiffens before relaxing, sighing out as your head becomes fuzzier and fuzzier with every touch of rafes mouth.

“do you touch yourself here?” rafe asks, pressing kisses to your clit, making out with it just like he did you mouth.

“no.” you shake your head. you occasionally grinded yourself into a pillow stuffed between your legs to get off when you got too overwhelmed, but you never reached your hand in your pants to feel yourself.

“what about here?” rafe brings his hand to your cunt, finger circling around your entrance.

your eyes widen again, that gloriously innocent startled look that has rafe grinding into the bed to give his cock some sort of relief.

“never!” you shake your head.

rafe just smiles, going back to focusing on your clit as his finger pushes in. you’re so wet it’s not difficult at all, but he can feel the way you squeeze around his digit, getting used to the feeling of the intrusion.

“relax for me, princess.” rafe says, sucking at your clit as he begins to move his finger in and out until he’s able to easily pump, the delicious squelching of your wetness filling the room with his every movement.

“gonna add a second, okay?” rafe talks you through the process, not wanting to do something to scare you into changing your mind. “gotta open you up for my cock, baby.”

rafe pushes a second finger into your entrance, working you open until he feels your body stiffen, his concentration going to your clit as he works you through your orgasm, your high so suddenly breeching that your body locks up and you let out a scream.

“shh, i got you.” rafe kisses along your mound as you work through it, pussy clenching around his fingers as he scissors them, knowing he needs you looser to fit inside.

“that-” you gasp out, mouth suddenly feeling dry. “that was so good.” “yeah?” rafe smiles up at you. “i can keep helping you feel that way, baby.”

“mhm.” you nod, not sure how you’ll ever go without now that you’ve felt the high that rafe can get you.

“can i fuck you now?” he questions. as much as he’s ready to go right now, if he has to build you up to allow him inside bare, he would wait.

“yeah.” your voice is dripping with eagerness. “yeah, yes please. just need a drink of water first.”

you sit up slightly, going to reach for your water bottle on your bedside table, but rafe moves quicker, helping you bring the bottle to your lips and suck the water down, pulling away with a gasp as a drop of water glides down your chin, reaching your throat before rafes tongue is on your skin, tasting the sheen of sweat as he follows the wet trail up to your lips, kissing you to keep your mind occupied.

he works his pants and underwear off while you’re wrapped up in the kiss, your hands stroking through his hair, playing with the strands. 

rafe moves your legs to wrap around his hips as he holds onto his cock, swiping it through your folds. he taps the head against your sensitive swollen clit, making you pull away with a gasp.

“stay nice and relaxed for me, baby.” rafe says, pressing kisses to your jaw as he lines up with your entrance. he pushes in slowly, your eyes clenching shut as your chest moves up and down with each breath, trying to keep your body relaxed like rafe said.

“there ya go.” rafe says, halfway inside your cunt. “good girl.”

he pushes as far in as your pussy allows, both of you sitting in that moment, relishing in the feeling of being joined together as you stretch to accommodate his large length, shifting your hips side to side and up and down to get used to the feeling.

“i gotta move, baby.” rafe says, his voice sounding strained.

“yeah, go ahead.” you nod. despite your affirmation, rafe continues to move slowly, his hips swinging back before pressing forward, carefully building up a rhythm.

“it feels really good.” you tell rafe, your cheeks flushed bright pink, hair fanned out on the pillow around you like a glowing halo.

“yeah, yeah.” rafe nods rapidly, his grip on control quickly loosening. “you feel so good too.”

rafe knows he should stop, but he loves the way your body reacts to his dirty words. “you’re so tight around me. i love this pussy. so much better than your mamas. gonna give me a baby, right?”

“i-yeah.” you nod. “fill me up.”

rafes loosening control shatters, his hips swinging forward fast, burying his cock inside of you as the pace instantly triples. you let out a squeal, the sheets gripped in your hands as he pounds into you.

“gonna fill up your pretty little cunnie, baby.” rafe grunts out, his own forehead sheening with sweat from his effort, his muscles straining as he pushes up then down, up then down.

“want it so bad.” you whine. 

“fuck.” rafe gasps out, mouth dropping open, his lips shiny from eating you out. “can’t last much longer. gonna cum.”

you experiment, clenching your pussy around his cock, and judging by rafes reaction of a loud moan and curse, you can tell he likes it. you continue, squeezing every time he pulls out, wanting to keep his cock wrapped in your warmth.

“i-im cumming.” rafe gasps out, his cock growing inside of you before your eyes widen, suddenly feeling warmth spreading as his cum fills you, his cock pressing in even harder, hoping it reaches your womb.

“god.” rafe groans, lowering his body on top of yours, but you don’t care about the weight as you smile.

“we’re gonna keep doing that?” you ask, running your hand down his back.

rafe looks up at you. “oh, of course baby. gonna keep fucking you while you’re pregnant too, maybe you’ll give us twins.”

you roll your eyes and giggle at rafe. “thats not how it works, silly!” “oh, what do you know?” rafe smirks at you. “you haven’t even had sex before!”

“well… i have now.” you mumble, shifting your hips from side to side, rafes cock still lodged deep inside of you.

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[soiwj]

Late Nights At The Office

Kafka x fem!Reader Office Au

My first time writing pls be gentle <3

English is also not my first language, so please correct me on any spelling mistakes!

Request/Ask here

You sat at your office lazily staring at post-its you stuck to the side of your computer screen. Reminding you of deadline after deadline as you sigh of frustration. Before you can continue wallowing in stress and a soon to be burnout, you hear the familiar sound of glossy louboutins walking past your cubicle. Her red-wine colored hair flowing so elegantly through the air as if immune to the damp office atmosphere.

Kafka, the head supervisor at your company, is one of the only reasons you can keep your head afloat during these stressful periods. Through helping you finish a task or guiding you towards the right solution to a problem, she is always the savior when you're most in need of one. You've always felt a magnetic force pulling you towards her. As if her sultry voice wasn't enough, the way she leans into your shoulder from behind you looking at your work from time to time doesn't help either.

You wanted her. No, craved her. But you can not have her. Not as if you'd have a chance anyway. You're sure theres plenty of pathetic sods out there vying for her affection, not like you'd be the first. As you snap out of your thoughts, your work phone rings. "Hey, could you get me some of that new printer paper?" Your leech of a coworker asks you. It's not that you're against helping someone in need. It's just that you're always the one retrieving stuff for people. Its not like they can't get it themselves. You just yearn to please everyone around you to the point you refuse to say no.

As you walk to the supply room smiling at people you pass by, a tall shape forms itself in your peripheral. "Well, hello, seems we're going the same way. Are you looking for some staplers aswell?" She says with a slight chuckle. Even when asking such a simple question, her voice still has you completely under her spell.

"I- uh no, actually, I'm getting some printer paper for jhon," you say meekly. "Jhon up on floor 5? Why couldn't he come down here himself?" You try to explain yourself, defending your coworker at the same time, stuttering over all your words. Luckily, before your words have the chance to drive the course of your conversation, the supply room door comes in sight. You reach towards the door handle, but Kafka beats you to it, opening the door for you, letting you enter first.

The gentle act makes your heart flutter. You shake your head slightly, trying to rid yourself of the butterflies.

The supply room is very small, no bigger than a small New York apartment bathroom. The tightness of the space making you and kafka stand almost flush against each other. You start looking through the drawers full of random office supplies, and you coincidentally find the staplers kafka was looking for. As you turn around to face her to tell her about your findings, you hear a swift click. The sound of a door locking. You look at kafka standing right behind you near the door, almost looking as shocked as you are.

"Are we..?" You trail on. "...locked in here? Yes, I believe so." Kafka finishes the sentence for you as she examines the door. A look of concern, yet her lips painted with a slight smirk. Too bad you're too concerned with the situation at hand to notice. You try to push against the door with all your might while Kafka just observes in amusement.

Before you cause harm to yourself, Kafka separates you and the door by standing in between. Looking right down at you. "I'm sure someone will come find us soon. How will they continue working without staplers." She says trying to lighten the mood.

You're suddenly hyper-aware of how close your bodies are. Her hips almost touching yours, your chin hovering over her chest. Her lips are not far from your face. The tension might make you combust. Her hand brushes yours as she puts her arm on the wall behind you, achieving a more comfortable stance. All the while, you're anything but. Sweating profusely, your hands feel clammy as you do not dare to look her in the eyes.

"You know... I've always wondered what you'd look like from this angle. Never imagined it'd be in a storage room, but nonetheless, who am I to complain about a gift given to me by the heavens." She says with a very evident smirk plastered on her beautiful face as she looks down at you adoringly.

"What..?"

Still not daring to look up, you question her words, trying to process what she just said. "A cute thing like you shouldn't be so surprised. im sure everyone in this office would love a chance to be here with you right now." She whispers in your ear, the words almost sounding dirty in a way you can not describe.

"I've been watching you lately. Stumbling into the office when your bus is delayed again. Your face crunching up when you're frustrated by whatever Excel document you're working on, your unwavering smile when it's lunchtime, and the local convenience store happens to have those little burritos you enjoy eating.

The only thing I can think of during those small moments is that I want to experience them with you. I want to be the one buying you the snacks that make you smile so brightly. I want to be the one relieving your stress during a tough day. I want to be there with you. I want you."

Your mind blancs trying to muster a response as your head is filled with thousands of different thoughts jumbling together into one big mess. Your cheeks redden faster than you can say stellaron as your eyes start darting around in the room.

"Look at me." She demands softly, yet still sounding endearing. The kind of kindness she only reserves for you.

When she notices you're not planning on looking at her any time soon, she holds your chin and tilts it upwards. Even in this stuffy storage room, Kafka looks just as dazzling as ever. To think a woman like that wants to spend time with you. The thought itself is dizzying.

You notice her leaning closer as your chest comes in contact with hers. She pushes you towards the wall as she puts her leg in between yours. "Dinner tomorrow evening. I'll pick you up at 8." She grins as she takes a step back towards the door hearing you mewl at the loss of contact. She takes a copper key out of her pocket and inserts it into the lock. Opening the door to the storage room. She holds it open for you as you step out, looking flushed as ever. She giggles softly as she walks past you. Brushing against your small frame.

After recollecting yourself in Kafka's absence, you start walking back to your cubicle. You notice there being at least 4 staplers in the room. Enough for everyone to use.

You're excited but strangely terrified for tomorrow.

Requests are open!!

Should i make a part 2?

[femme4ngel]

can you pleaseee do a story about haaland being insecure about something while looking at himself in the mirror and y/n enters the room and comforts him then they end up making out

i hv an exam tomorrow but this inspired me hope u like it <3

erling haaland x fem reader

it wasn’t like him to feel down at all. usually he felt full of power and confidence, he believed in himself and couldn’t care less about what others said about him. he was the strong, norwegian viking after all.

but today was different and you noticed it. he did poorly in the match and although city still won, he’s rating was low and his failed shots were posted all over the internet. you felt his sadness and disappointment, the way he walked out of the changing room, the way his usual bright smile faded away. he could take all the criticism about the way he played, he could take it when it was about his talent or the lack of it, but he couldn’t deal with criticism about his looks. you told him not to go on instagram, to not open comments but he couldn’t stop himself. he sat in the changing room for a good 30 minutes scrolling nonstop, every rude comment, every mean word about his face seeping into his mind. he suddenly felt small and uncomfortable in his own skin, and all he craved was your touch and kind words. you noticed immediately as he walked besides you on your way to the car, his fingers holding tightly onto yours, his golden hair laying on his shoulders, his eyes fixated on the floor. he needed soft touches and sweet words whispered into his ears, a hug and kisses all over his cheeks.

and you knew exactly how to make him feel better, how to make the sad pout disappear from his face.

- hey baby what about a bath when we get home? i got a new bathbomb yesterday, its strawberry and vanilla scented. - you look over at him in the car, his eyes are sad and his fingers viciously gripping the wheel but he seems to like your idea a lot, his face lighting up, his cheeks blushing.

you took baths together whenever either of you was feeling down, the bubbles, the relaxation of the warm water and the closeness of your bodies cheering you up instantly. so as soon as you get home you tell him to go and get out of his clothes and wait for a little in the bedroom while you start the bath and collect all the stuff you want to put into it. you eventually gather all of your things, and with the bathbombs and gels in your hand return to the bedroom. you find your boyfriend staring at himself in the mirror, theres a frustrated look spreading across his beautiful features, his eyebrows are furrowed. he looks like he might start crying and you feel your heart breaking by the sight. you walk up to him, hugging him from behind, your smaller frame disappearing into his. your fingers are running up and down on his torso, caressing his skin, drawing circles on his waist. your cheek is resting against his back, hes warm and he smells like him. like erling, like soap and grass and his lingering parfume. you want him to know how beautiful he is, how his touch lights your skin up, how his eyes mesmerize you, how it feels to call him yours.

- can we take the bath and then watch a dumb movie? im so tired, im sorry..- he asks, theres some shame in his voice as he stares at his reflection.

- of course baby, lets go, i think the water is already perfect.- you grab his hand as you guide him to the bathroom, holding him close and tight, wanting to show him how beautiful he truly is.

[joannasteez]

tanks of blood (4) - i'll be your mirror

pairing: biker!roman reigns x black reader warning: angst. talks of parental neglect. consensual underage intimacy (just a kiss!) roman and reader are 17 & 16 in this flashback authors note: we going down that memory lane again. this chapter is inspired by the velvet underground's song "i'll be your mirror". it's such a bittersweet song, something that i think perfectly sums up the relationship. word count: 3900 tagging: @333creolelady @harmshake @theninthwonder @thesamoanqueen @kill-the-artiste @empressdede @spritelucozade @gg-trini

roman didn't, and still doesn't have the burden of being an only child—thank God—and certainly not the burden of being an only child to such disagreeable parents. i love you, i hate you, and then that heavy  drowning silence to follow. and no, he's never seen your mother and KG fight, but the after affects of such tumultuous affairs are always evident. cleaner and more clear than a chrome finish. a force fed sort of isolation he can feel, even if such feelings are just, to him, a secondary burden. pain by association. and he hates to imagine the messiness of it, that mangled and tattered sort of hurt littered everywhere, but his imagination is all he has, because you never say much about it.  leaving the air as dry and brittle as they had. but maybe if you do ever say something, give the silence a soft solemn touch, he can restore it the rest of the way. or try to at least. he can do or say or be something, enough of whatever you need to remedy what he can. but even the idea of that is scary, a new desire the sixteen year old him that existed the year prior wouldn't have. lacking so much urgency about anything that wasn't him inspired. 'you need to grow up fast', he'd heard his mother say once. maybe this is what she meant. his seventeen year old sensibilities a little different. a little more urgent than easy, a little more ardently driven. 

priorities are funny though. a list constantly shifting. everything ever that he liked, maybe even loved—parties, bikes, parties, girls, his hair, his bike—trumped by the state of your emotional being. which was interesting. a tire skid of an abrupt shift. and not to mention your hair, and your eyes and your face. full lips that love to pout in time with their irritations. and how would he notice that unless he was lingering? his eyes there, trailing up and over, down and everywhere. a twist in his belly, hearing you call his name. he can't help but to like it. to crave that rushing energy of getting you to squirm, to smile. to have your eyes fix themselves on him.  

and if he didn't like you so damn much he'd probably hate you. his heart sinking into himself all the time now. a habitual falling that couldn't be stopped. regardless of how deep he breathed. self soothing be damned. so its nothing new to work through, when he gets to you—twisting open the door with a spare key he forced you to get made for him because he hated the idea of you being alone a lot at night —comfortable in your very empty house but not really. wrestling still with his body, because doesn't it know he has a coolness to maintain? an air? a quality? prince of pensacola and all that nice prestigious shit. but maybe that wasn't the point. maybe that wasn't supposed to exist with you. his fingers playing over the velvet box in the right pocket of his sweatpants.

but when roman says empty, he doesn't mean barren because your house is homey. comfortable. lived in. theres just no one here to indulge in it. to indulge in earth tones and splashes of green. plants and throw blankets. KG staining the place with pops of black leather jackets and silver things. little harley bikes and idle jewelry. no one but you. but whatever you've done, it leaves him hungry. the air warm and savory scented. tomatoes and garlic and bread and other fragrant little seasonings. 

roman's sneakers thud over hardwood floors. your voice carrying from the lit kitchen. music low and melodic under your words, just enough to fill in the emptiness of the house. "roman i swear if you don't have my ice cream, please turn your ass about face and exit stage left". 

he leads himself into the kitchen easy paced. overly familiar with the lay of the house. sliding into a too tiny for him kitchen island table high chair. his body half way off the seat. "you tryin to kick me out when i have a key is real backwards shit". 

and you pout. full lips down turning. brows pulling. it makes the tip of his fingers itch. his tongue working over the roof of his mouth. he'd thought about it, once or twice. your mouth. questioned how good mango lip balm tastes. 

you throw a balled up napkin his way. "the one little thing i ask for, you keep forgetting. its like you hate me". 

"first", he starts. eyeing the portion of food you've tonged onto a plate. "that lil market you want it from is out of my way", snagging a fork and dipping it into the heat of the plate. your hand sliding him a can of coke. "second, its expensive as hell. tryna have me travel damn near across country for a forgettable ass flavor". 

you gasp offended. full on dramatics that confirm just how spoiled you are. because KG and your mother were many things. complicated people he couldn't at times understand. but they always gave you things. whether it was wanted or needed. you always had it. 

"my needs are forgettable?" 

his eyes roll playfully. pulling his fork to watch the heat rise from it. "gimme a few days. i'll draft up a nice fat invoice for your pops. show him just how needy you are. spending all my money".

"money you let me spend!", you give. smiling. because you were right. there was never a moment where he let you buy things around him. not since the development of such abrupt, overwhelming feelings. harsh butterfly's and hard to quell desire making him do things he otherwise wouldn't think of. and he never saw his dad do it. never saw his mother reach into her wallet. your fingers pointing to the once upon a time crew neck band tee that you cut into a tank top. "your contributions paid for this top by the way. and my shorts", the neck of it slit into a v shape that gave him a view he didn't need to see. it wouldn't do much but excite things that didn't need exciting. ideas that didn't need encouragement. not now anyways. the biker shorts hitting mid thigh, soft brown skin left to the air. and you seem none the wiser to his examinations. cleaning out the contents of the fridge. your voice carrying over to him still. "the best thing you can do for a woman is open up that little wallet of yours". 

roman snorts. sips at his coke with a smile. "when this so called woman shows up, give her my number so we can chat". 

your teeth suck. throwing in a little mumble of "whatever", taking a towel to the fridge shelves. a diligent but bizarre work of your hands. because the house was already clean. already presentable. there was no reason for you to drench cloths in pine scented product. to work in a wipe down that left reflections rivaling the fresh chrome finish of his father's vintage cruiser. maybe that's why you've been on him about ice cream pick ups and late night last minute shopping mall trips for band tees and flannel shirts. everything a project. a process to pass the time. and his sudden willingness to say yes to everything didn't help. it only drew him in. manifesting itself in the form of a little black velvet box. one which sat in his pocket, waiting for some much needed exposure. exposure roman is sure won't be given tonight. not if his fears have anything to say about it. obnoxiously loud, heart thumping fears. seventeen isn't the age for rejection anyways. and he's seen it before, he can do well without that type of pain. 

and with all this passion filled anxiety, roman goes unaware. tunnel visioned by thoughts and the impression of that velvet box pressing into his leg. levels the good heap of food you've given him easily. growing boy and all that jazz.

your reaction is cute though, when you do finally face him again. a play at disgust. pretty brown eyes watching the roll his tongue takes over his lips to taste the remnants of flavor. and he can feel the exacting of them. a sensation over his mouth from your eyes. hesitant and curious. 

"y'know you could've chewed it right? it wasn't going nowhere"

roman stands. a finished plate in one hand and his unfinished coke in the other. shuffling to the sink. "the way you mindin my business is kinda crazy actually". 

"the way you eat is crazy actually. very much like a starved animal". 

and roman does a lesser by the day rare thing, slipping out of the hesitancy that comes with what if's and unknowns. the saucy mess of his plate in his right hand, body inching close, smooth and unashamed, till he's caging you in between his height and the sink. his eyes catching onto the slight hitch in your shoulders as you flush up against the counter. his head tilting, narrowing in on the surprise of your face. the stillness in your body that comes with unsure thoughts. mixed desire. or at least. thats what he hopes. this would be bad if you absolutely hated everything about what he was doing. but he kills that way of thinking. pushes it to a deeper, quieter corner. his blood racing. something in him wanting to see you thrash and break against the hold of your resolve for him. for him only. "all that jealous energy for a plate of food is unnecessary. i got enough attention to go around".

you gasp. catching his drift. his thigh nudging into yours. this teasing, faint knock in that has your hands rushing into him. a not so hard pushing away. "be so fuckin for real right now".

"starin me down, watchin me cause you like the way i eat", his emphasis on words, sharper on some than others. it makes your nose flare and the pulling in your brows deepen. his body rife with sweet satisfaction. he smiles, teasing, and the slip of it catches your eyes again. "it's ok to admit i make you feel something". his hand reaching down to dump the plate in the sink and sit down his can of coke. a maneuvering that gets him closer, deeper into the warmth of your space. "squirmin n'shit away from me like you don't like it". 

your eyes dilate. a black heat pushing against the sweet docile brown. something new and unknown pushing against something comfortable and old. telling him everything he needs to know.

you bristle. short of breath."roman shut the fuck up and-...", your teeth sucking as you push against him again. "...and make yourself useful". getting away from what he's sure is suffocating air. and no this isn't totally his ego, but he knows that the intoxication of such a new feeling is more than likely overwhelming, because roman isn't new to making girls melt. to having them go weak and silly eyed for him. he was and is who he is, and the aura is natural, comes to him as true as would a birthright to the firstborn son of ancient nobility. but its never left such a satisfaction in him as it does now. 

"need me to eat somethin else?"

your fist balls around a towel you've picked up. standing in front the light of the open fridge. you hurl it fast to hit him, approaching to have your hands push at his solid chest. so obviously overdone by whatever truths you're fighting to avoid. because why else would it bother you so much if it isn't true. if you don't feel the same way he does. 

"close this", your finger pointing as his mouth. "wash this", directed at his still saucy plate. 

eyes rolling for dramatic effect. to really sink home that overflowing of disgust. you fooled nobody. nobody but yourself. 

"not sure if you know this...", his hands soapy and wet as he starts to clean his plate. heart pounding in his chest. a giant step of words tumbling down off his tongue. heavy and thumping as they hit the air less implied than they've ever been. "...but we can't work if you're gonna be violent to me. it's gotta be fifty-fifty. give and take and all that good shit". 

you wipe mindless at another fridge shelf. from what he can see of your face, the gears turning slow and cautious. "and what exactly is supposed to be workin?"

"don't be dense". he throws a look your way. mocking and a little impatient. 

you wince. a slight hitch in your arms. like such a thing to hear was painful. "roman. stop saying that", you scold. his name leaving you violent and parental. 

and he feels an immediate failing in his chest. a stuttering that forms as the complete summation of every heavy bout and measly piece of anxiety since he's taken his first step past your front door. of course he didn't mean to be so wounding as to bring up in your eyes a more than mild detesting but there it is. brown and burning and heavy. a loathing born from the awful slip of his memory. too comfortable in his slip from caution to reign in the no go phrasing. because KG—as cool as roman thinks him to be—says not so nice things sometimes. 'don't be dense', as a way to inspire common sense from the other guys romans age. ones that hang around lazily. doing half ass jobs and wasting his—your fathers— time. but it doesn't mean you hate it any less, even if it never is directed at you. 

"sorry", he gives softly. "sorry".

and the silence after is agony. like his body is working through the painstaking process of drowning. a suffocation that makes him squirm. uncomfortable in his skin. soft music playing still, the only thing that attempts to fill in the deep well of quiet. his hands toweling dry, leaning up against the sink to watch you work. steeping further into a self directed annoyance. the banter at one point ok. teasing but never so much that it made you go quiet. because quiet, from you, means that roman can't access whatever you're thinking. he can't gauge whatever feelings exist. and he's never been so brainless about a thing before, so disconnected that his words make you mount with a displeasured heat that quickly. again, this care for all of your feelings all the time. happening so quickly. when the fuck did that start and how the hell is he going to catch up? 

he needs to fill the silence. the loudness of it nearly killing him. 

"how's your mom?"

because he hasn't seen her for a while. her always less than warm stare and short words. smiles that don't reach the eyes and tense, unsure hugs. it was better when you both were younger. she gave him more to work with then. always smiling and cooking and present. her eyes bright and warm and brown, similar to the ones you have now. they looked at him with less distance then. 

the circular wipe down of your hand falters for some seconds. picks back up as if nothing has happened. "she's fine", your voice flat. unenthused. "went up north to visit family". 

and he's heard his own mother and father talk about it before. hushed words when they think others don't know. a sadness to the syllables. to the air when they say things. he figures its an excuse. visiting family is an excuse for other things. 

the curiosity crushes into him. for the sake of wanting to do something. to have you not be so quiet about it. so alone in it. "how long has she been gone-"

"a few days", sighing out answers. seemingly exhausted with his prying. you stack things back into a clean—it was already fairly clean—fridge. dumping out not so old containers and ceramic dishes into the sink. "she'll be back whenever". 

"whenever?"

you give him a look. one that peers up from under your lashes. one that says to stop. to drop the subject. to let it go. but roman is compelled by his own needs to get closer. to be something more than whatever it is that exists now. he wants to be let in. 

"listen", picking his brain for words to say. anything that will properly stick. "...i'm here... if you wanna talk about it... you don't have to shutdown-"

you wipe out a tupper-ware bowl. old food and a nasty smell. disinterested. "don't really know what you want me to say". 

romans jaw clenches. "don't do that". 

"don't do what?"

"don't downplay shit", words toughing out harsher than he means them to. he sighs, tightening his eyes and going for a deeper breath. "i'm just trying to-", but you maneuver about him regardless. eyes not meeting and your fingers soapy and wet with too hot water. like he's not there. a twist in his gut performs well enough that he thinks somehow it'll bruise internally. his jaw clenching. "stop ignoring me-"

the dishes in your hand drop hard. but somehow not breaking. the fire in your eyes small but dangerous. "s'nothin to say...", you start. each word cutting out. "...because everybody knows. because it's very fuckin obvious. she gets tired, she goes to visit family", your tone playing patronizing. like a parent to a child. "he gets tired, he stays at the clubhouse". 

"...and they leave you here alone", he finishes. upset for you. upset alongside you. why is that so hard for you to see? 

"oh really roman?", sarcasm washing over. "i didn't notice. thanks for telling me". 

and he doesn't really know what to do now. what to say. to much of an abrupt turn back into the banter could make you grow more sour. but he doesn't want to leave you to quietness either. doesn't want you to stew in the heat of all this unaccounted for anger. he's lost. ill feeling. but finally at least coming to some resignation of just how deep the care for you is steadily staking its claim into him. and that insistent scrubbing you're doing, roughing your hand into hot soapy water, almost mindless the way your arm works. like maybe whatever it is you're not saying, you're bleeding into the motions of it. your lips between your teeth. biting in. he wishes you'd just say something. even if that thing is small.  

the ceramic dish breaks. a clacking sort of crack from too much heat and pressure. weak and overworked. the water it suffers under running red from the spill of blood. the skin on your hand lifted and pooling steadily. the pieces dropping to shatter more as you let them go. beads of blood pull up still past your skin but you don't dare to move. shocked maybe? the pain waiting to sink in. 

"shit", a full registration. roman running to your bathroom. rummaging for anything first aid. bandaids and alcohol and gauze and ointments. but the cut itself was easy enough to bandage. yeah no, his speed isn't for the cut. it's for distance coloring your eyes and the way your body refuses to react. the speed of his running is to get back to that. to help that. attempt at a bandaging for that. or maybe thats not something mendable by his hand. maybe not at all.

the kitchen water is running when he comes in. hands full of helpful things and eyes filled with worry. your hand under cold water. grimacing with pain. 

"here", he gives. stripping paper towels and pressing them into your hand. holding tight to pressure over. staring hard at sad eyes. 

your hand pulls from his. releasing him. "thank you", fragile. on the precipice of breaking. soft breaths and a firm standing in front of him. amongst a too clean house and a bloody hand. your eyes not meeting. your lip suffering under the tension of weary teeth. and roman aches but the tower of his body stands over you present and waiting. a comfortable patience. your head falling into his chest. a lean in that asks for the permission to gain relief. if not from pain than from the  carrying of a full burden. something that can be shared. and he takes it gracefully. his arms coming over and around till you're flushed into his chest. fingers spread and soothing. a pleasant caress. 

you sniffle. small like but he can hear you. and maybe in this moment, this is all you can give. a simple cry without the heavy complexity of words. but it's enough. for him it's enough. 

and your face is warm when you decide to shift away from tear staining his shirt. his fingers feeling the brunt of the heat as he thumbs the wet streaks along your cheeks. feeding his eyes into yours. no examinations or readings. just simple presence. an undefiled attention. here now, not so similar to before, he knows what to say. 

"i gotchu". a tender thumbing caress just under glassy pink eyes. 

everything about you here soft and abruptly undone. 

his eyes slip against the seam of your lips. yours doing the same for his. looking away quickly to your hand. 

"i got blood on your shirt", you say. his hands leaving the comfort of your face. looking up to him from under wet curled lashes. "sorry". 

"it's cool", smiling. fingering the fabric of his t-shirt before tugging easy at yours. smudges of blood on it pressed in from the impact of your embrace. "we gotta get you a new tank top though. time to open up my little wallet i guess". 

"that and my ice cream is the least you can do". 

and roman goes about the work of wrapping your hand patiently. a tenderness he's never really known existed in his till the first breaths of this moment. soft music that played before, playing still. his fingers steady as the gauze folds over and over to cover the wound against your palm. 

he can still feel the impression of the velvet box in his pocket. the pressure of it calling to him. heart thudding ill-controlled. with no mind to give him reprieve. 

his thumb runs over the wrapping of gauze against your hand. taking in just how much he towers over you easily. something like possession working into his blood. wanting to keep you safe. 

he does the lesser and lesser rare thing. slipping out of hesitancy. 

"can i show you something?"

you nod. "show me".

the velvet box gets its much needed exposure. after living so long in the shadows of such a deep pocket. his thumb opening it to reveal a pretty silver necklace. slim and simple. a heart at the center covered in diamonds. surprise takes you whole, pretty post-tear brown eyes full of questions. 

"you like it?"

you nod again. "its pretty".

"it's yours if you want it". 

his heart. if you want it, it's yours. 

your eyes trail to his lips again. his tongue licking sly over them, feeling the burden of such a sensation. you reach on your toes, lips planting delicate and shy. an unsure take to his mouth that burst' the ways of his seventeen year old heart. he clutches the necklace dearly, the slim silver of it nestled in his palm as it circles your waist. hugging you in as his lips slot. pursing to pull against yours. a hum of sweet satisfaction slipping up as he maneuvers your mouth gracefully. something tender and fleeting, like a moan, from your throat. breaths heavy as you part from him. his nose knocking gentle into yours. mango lip balm sugary and addicting as he pecks your mouth again. 

he latches the pretty heart to secure around your neck. thumbing your cheeks. his body urging him to go for more. pursing against your lips for another kiss. 

angst and fluff… theyre so sweet!! makes all the present animosity and tension better i think. let me know what you think!!

[d3m0nicdream]

HOMESICK:

Sam and Colby x Reader

Tags: Fluff. Just you missing the homies.

When you told people you missed your friends, that was an understatement. You didn’t just miss them, you CRAVED them. You curse at yourself for getting talked into moving by your parents. You should have just stayed in California with Sam and Colby instead of moving to the east coast. The only reason you did it was because of your parents divorce and your mom wanting a fresh new start but she didn’t want to do it alone. You just couldn’t tell her no.

Nothing was the same. The people were different. The air was different. The WEATHER was different. You hated it. You lay in your bed thinking about your friends and what they were doing without you. You think about how many investigations they are going on without you or if they even thought about you anymore. Its been a month and they have yet to call you since you left. You even stalk their youtube channel to watch all the fun they are having.

Eventually you can’t take it anymore. You needed to hear at least SOMEONES voice. You go into your contacts and call Sam. It rings a few times before he answers groggy from sleep.

“Y/N?” He sounds confused at first but when you don’t say anything, he speaks again.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Tears roll down your eyes and you try not to slip up that your crying but the facade breaks the minute you speak.

“I miss you guys.” You stifle a cry as you wait for Sam to reply.

“We miss you too. So much. It hasn’t been the same without you.” He sighs and his end goes silent.

“I’m sorry I woke you up, I’ve just been thinking a lot and well, you can see how thats going.” You let out a small laugh. Sam’s end is still quiet before you hear gentle snores on the line. He fell asleep.

“Goodnight Sammy.” Tears well up into your eyes again after hanging up the phone. He couldn’t even hold a conversation with you and you start to spiral.

Call Colby

You go back into your contact list and press Colby’s name. It rings twice before his warm voice rings your ears.

“Y/N! Hey.” He seemed alot more chipper than Sam did on the phone and you can practically hear the smile on his face.

“How are you?” He asks. Your emotional state is broken. You miss him. You miss Sam. You miss home. When you don’t answer right away, he speaks again.

“Y/N?”

“I’m…. I’m okay.” You lie and he sees through you right away.

“No, you’re not. Why are you crying? Talk to me. What’s up.” You break. Its been so long since someone has asked you if you were okay. You sob into the phone.

“I-I miss you guys so much. I don’t even know why i moved out here. Theres nothing to do, Nobody I know, the weather sucks, the air is different and I just want to come home. I want to be with you and Sam. I want to go investigating and have movie nights and just be… there like before.” You were lost. You wanted him to know how much you missed him.

“I should have never moved here. I… I’m going crazy Colby.”

“Hey, its okay. We miss you so much too. It’s been so different here without you. Its been lonely to say the least but… we miss you. I miss you.” Colby goes from being happy and smiley to a slightly more serious tone.

“I-I tried calling Sam and he fell asleep on me.” You sniffle.

“He’s been sick all week. He’s probably high on cold medicine. He definitely misses you… wouldn’t stop talking about you after you left.” you bring your knees into your chest and the two of you sit in silence.

“Why didn’t you guys call? Or text? Something?” You didn’t know if you wanted to hear the answer to these questions but classic Colby turns them back on you.

“The same reason you didn’t call or text us. We have all been busy trying to do our own thing. I’m sure you have been busy adjusting to your new life and we have been trying to adjust with you gone.”

“I don’t want to be here anymore, Colbs” You almost whisper the words. If Colby was paying enough attention, he could barely hear it but after a minute or two, his voice rings into your ears.

“Then come home.”

[jendollzz]

11:36pm

- njm

fluff, kissing, very cute, jealous jaemin

You’ve been dating jaemin since last may, its only been a year and 4 months. You never knew how much a life can change in one year and 4 months, you felt like you knew jaemin your whole life but at the same time it feels like 2 months ago you just met him. Due to both of your crazy, clashing schedules you’ve only seen jaemin a handful of times after his tour. Today though, jaemin invited you to sleepover to stay over for the weekend (as you often do when the both of you are mostly free during the weekends). You left work and came straight to his apartment, punching in his code in to his apartment you head to the kitchen putting down your bags on his countertop. His three kittens come running to you “hiii my cuties” you kneel down and pet them all. “wheres you dad hm?” Talking to lucy in your arms while heading to his room. Usually jaemin would be the first one you’d face when you come over but now he isn’t. “jaem?” you call out softly in case he’s asleep. Entering his room. You hear mumbling coming from the bathroom,

what the hell is going on??.

You head to the open bathroom door and you’re met with your boyfriend with a really thick white face mask on. “Oh my god! You scared the living shit outta me” placing your hand over your chest to calm yourself. The cat jumping out of your arms due to your (almost) heart attack. “i cant really talk baby im sorry” he barely lets out the words from the tight mask. By the time you take a quick shower, change into your his pjs, jaemin is already in bed almost half asleep. Its already a bit past midnight, the clock reading 12:12. You turn off your side lamp and land on his bare chest. “all the skincare you put on right now is on my chest” you both chuckle, he stares at your tired figure, his fingers lazily brushing against your hair. “what time do you have to leave tomorrow” you ask, moving your head to get a better look at him. “afternoon..” he says, as if he’s making sure not to break the calm ambiance surrounding you two. You give a small hum in return and mumble a something he can’t catch. “hm?” he tries to make out something but he can’t. “i love you” you confess. Jaemin continues to stare at you, its not like this is the first time you’ve said it nor has he. But he knows theres something under that ‘i love you’ just by your tone. “i love you too baby, you want something?” You move slightly to look at him but not saying anything, he encourages your hesitant figure by giving you a slight nod. “what if we moved in?” your heart beating so fast you can hear it as if you have noise-cancelling headphones playing some edm just by throwing that question at him. You’ve talked about moving in with each other multiple times, plus you’ve been dropping hints here and there ever since you’ve decided to move.

“we?” he asks

“I meant like me, since you know i want to move out anyway it’d be a nice chance and you dont need to change anything for me. I love your house, and its-“ your rambling is cut off by his laugh “why are you laughing” you start to let out small laughs along with him. He shakes his head and pulls you closer, kissing you. You pull back after a bit not wanting him to brush off the question. “So…?” Your eyes glistening, waiting for his answer. The longer you wait the more your hope drops. “Why would i ever say no to you?” He brings his hand to tuck away your hair falling on your face. “So… yes?” He nods. You loved that about jaemin, treating you with everything you deserve. You have the princess treatment, literally. You want this necklace?, he buys. You’re craving pancakes?, he makes. You need a new gym trainer?, he’s there. All you want, you get. You move closer to peck his face and lastly his lips. “You taste like chemicals” jaemin says in slight disgust at the unpleasant taste in his mouth. You let out a loud laugh at his face “so now i can never kiss my boyfriend?” You try to sound offended. “Of course you can, just not when he has 7 layers of skincare products on” he moves his hands slowly so you don’t notice and start attacking your stomach. You can barely cover yourself, jaemins hand holding together both of your wrists. “No- jaemin! Stop stop please please” he finally stops falling on his side, facing you once again. “What was that for??!”

“For not calling me yesterday” he says calmly

“I said sorry??” You defend

“Sorry isn’t going to call me”

“You’re sulking? Jaem i called you and you didn’t pick up i figured you went to sleep early”

“Well i didn’t”

“Fine.”

You both have your back turned away from each other. This was normal for you two, having a petty fight but make up 5 minutes later.

“Come closer its cold..” you mumble, all the energy completely drained from you.

He lets out sigh before turning around and meeting your face. “You’re taking out their litter tomorrow” he says moments before you sleep. “Oh my god..” you give in at the end.

[hellfiremunsonn]

Desperate. Joseph Quinn x Reader

Desperate.

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

Summary: Attending the premier of Josephs new film Hoard, you get a little needy seeing him in his element, so you take matters into your own hands... literally.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: fem!reader, reader has a vagina, established relationship, Josephs a bit dom, praise, pet names (baby, babe, dove, little thing) swearing, dirty talk I guess? suggestive. (IF THERES ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)

AN: apparently I'm still capable of writing! Who knew! Hope you guys like it. NOT PROOF READ

Wordcount: 1k

You were antsy, but you always were when you attended these premier with Joe. No matter how big or small, your nerves were always amped up to 100 and although Joe claimed to be as nervous as you, you could never tell with how perfectly he handled it all. 

Smiles and laughs, cracking jokes, the man could have everyone swooning over him in the matter of seconds. It came so effortlessly to him, and it was an honour to watch. 

Your hand clung tightly to the back of his black button up, posing for pictures with him, smiling towards the many shouting photographers with their flashing cameras. Josephs hand firm on your hip, a grounding sentiment to help with the nerves. 

When you stepped away so Joseph and his costars could get photographed together you felt your heart squeeze watching them all together. You also wanted to bite Joseph for how goddamn good he looked. With that stupid watch you helped pick out, snug on his wrist. You didn't know why it was such a turn on, but it was, and later when he was taking pictures with Laura Lightfoot Leon, while wearing that cream coloured jumper, with his curly hair and goofy smile, you thought you might explode if you didn't have him soon. 

Joseph can tell something is up, he's watching you shift your weight from foot to foot, legs crossing over each other but he can't decipher what's got you so fidgety. When he finishes taking pictures he saunters back over to you, sliding his sunglasses up onto his head, a lazy smile on his face and you had to fight the urge moan at the sight of him. Hands going straight for your waist, you step up only slightly to wrap your arms around his neck, letting him pull you closer. 

"Sun getting to you?" He asks, one hand coming up to your cheek, thumb resting on the apple of it, feeling its warmth under it. 

You shake your head. "No, why?" You ask tilting your head. 

"You look a little flushed, maybe we should get you inside" he smiles, one arm still wrapped around your waist. Your cheeks burn hotter, was it obvious to anyone else how badly you craved him?

Making your way into the air conditioned venue he walked you down a long hallway away from so many people, with the nod of a security guard who allowed you both to pass. "There's a green room over here, we can have a moment to ourselves for a bit, without all the chaos" 

Although the sentiment was nice, and you loved that he wanted to have a soft moment with you but you couldn't wait any longer. Rounding the corner you tugged on his hand pulling him a little harshly until you were both out of view from any potential onlookers. Your hands are trembling when they reach his belt, trying to get it off quickly. "Babe, baby, woah-" he sounds like he's going to stop you but his hands don't move from where they rest on either side of your ribcage. 

You're about to complain about the belt buckle when it slips free, and you rush to pop the button and pull the zipper down just enough to slide your hand past the two layers separating you from his cock. He groans softly when your hand brushes against his already hardening length, the soft tuff of his pubes tickling your skin as you begin to palm him. 

"I'm so horny Joey" you babble, leaning your head forward so it rests against his chest, watching your hand disappear into his pants. "Need you" you mumble, looking back up at him with desperate eyes. "Need you so bad"

"Fuck" he says through gritted teeth, pulling your face towards him with a firm hand on the back of your neck so he can kiss you. It's messy and clumsy, and you can't control the needy moan that slips from you when you feel his tongue touch yours. You grip him a little harder in your hand, feeling him stiffen more with each desperate stroke. 

"Baby I can't fuck you in a- fuuuuck" his words are cut off by another firm squeeze. "I can't fuck you in a hallway" he says a bit quieter glancing down each end of the hall.

"Then don't fuck me" you say, removing your hand from him, only to reach up under the skirt of your dress to pull off your soaked panties, shoving them into the front pocket of his pants. "Just touch me, please, anything" you beg bringing his hand between your legs, your intertwined fingers dancing along your slick folds together. 

"Holy shit" he mumbles in disbelief. Your knees start to buckle the second he makes contact with your clit, your hand falling away to hold onto his bicep to keep yourself up. "Baby" he coos, rubbing you slowly, your slick covering his fingers. He removes his hand from you slowly and you whine, instantly reaching down to redirect his hand but he stops you. 

"Gimme a second my love, I've got something better, come here" he pulls you closer, wet fingers digging into the plush of your thighs where he hitches it up against his hip. He takes both of your hands and pulls them up to his shoulders. "Hold onto me" he instructs before taking his cock in his hand, pushing his pants down just enough to get it out. Swiping it against your entrance you hum, head tilting back exposing your neck to him where he places a few small kisses.

"You're fucking filthy you know that?" he pushes slightly, not enough to slip in but enough to have your mind going fuzzy. "Needy little thing, in the middle of a premier, you're so desperate for cock that you're willing to get caught for it huh?" he teases, but you shake your head no, holding onto his shoulders a little harder when you feel him push just a bit more. 

"No?" He questions. "Oh so you're not desperate for cock?"

"Jus' yours" you mumble. "Only yours" your eyes meet his and Joseph swears he could cum from that look alone. 

His smile is almost sinister when he looks at you but you can still see the love there. "Thats a good fucking answer" he praises while finally pushing himself entirely into you. 

"Oh-Ohmygod" You whimper, shoving your face into his neck, fingers clutching at any piece of him you can touch. He tugs you closer somehow, while his hips pull back every so slightly only to shove himself right back in. His thrusts are slow but deep, making your lower abdomen ache with how full he's making you feel. The one leg that you're balanced on is trembling with how hard you're trying to keep yourself steady, the six inch heels no longer a good idea. "M'gunna have to carry you out of here aren't I?" Joseph laughs, his breath fanning across the side of your temple. 

You try to reply but the words are stuck in your throat, only small 'uh' noises able to escape. "Quite down dove, you wanna cum before we get caught yeah?" 

"Please" You whisper, head tilting back once more, mouth hung open. His pace quickens only a little, but he somehow manages to hit that sweet spot even deeper over and over. "Fucking christ" your hand moves to your stomach. "You're so d-deep"

"Just how my baby likes it huh?" his hand reaches down to toy with your clit, not much needed other than some pressure with how good he's fucking you. "I'm so close baby, want you to cum first, can you do that for me?"

Your eyes are shut tight, but you manage to nod. Your climax sparking in your stomach begging to burst. "Close" you whimper and he pulls your head back into his neck while he continues to fuck up into you. Your whole body starts shaking before your orgasm fully hits you, and you have to bite down on the collar of his shirt to help keep you quiet. You sound like your crying, sobbing into him but Joseph knows better than to stop whatever hes doing when he's got you sounding like this. "That's it, fuck baby you're so good to me" he rushes, his own orgasm coming to a hilt fast. "F-fuck, I'm gunna cum"

"Yes, yes, please, I need you to cum in me" you whisper into the dampness of his neck where your mouth has been stationed. 

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck-" He almost growls, holding back as much noise as he can as he feels himself spill into you, the way your cunt clenches around him perfectly, milking every ounce until you're both a panting mess. Only when Joseph is able to come back into himself, he lowers your leg, slipping out of you slowly while you quickly cross your legs tightly. You wobbly, barely able to keep yourself straight. 

"You okay?" he asks, brushing the hair from your face, holding your flushed cheeks in his hands. Only this time he knows why they're flushed.

"So good" you purr, leaning into him for a short moment before he's pulling away from you and buttoning up his pants. 

You pout at the lack of contact but then he's kneeling in front of you while helping you step out of your heels, your feet seeking sweet relief on the cold marble floor. "The night is pretty much over, what do you say we get you back to the hotel and until a bath?"

"I'd like that" you say fondly, wrapping your arms back around his neck. He kisses you softly, and you can feel the love he has for you being poured into it. "Can you fuck me again when we get there?"

"Jesus Christ woman" he laughs loudly, picking up your heels and letting them dangle on his two fingers before taking your hand into his free one. "Maybe if you can make it to the car without my cum dripping down your legs" he says lowly, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. 

[no-one-at-all75]

Someone Experienced (Female Reader) (NSFW)

I think we all knew this was coming. I wrote the last part and couldn't get the dirty smut out of my head. Since this is smut MINORS DNI. Theres plenty of fluff on my page to look at. Thanks!

Cypher x Reader smut

Warnings: 18+, age gap, sexual content, p in v, fingering, consent, unprotected sex, overstimulation

STRONGLY SUGGEST YOU READ PART ONE HERE!!

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"Ah I see. Well then, let's cut to the chase then hm?" He pulled up his mask slightly just to his nose. His flirtatious smile graced his lips as he grabbed you and pulled you into him. He smashed his lips onto yours, his tongue finding its way around your mouth. He was hungry, craving more of you. He wanted to go farther, and fuck you harder. You break the kiss mostly for air, a string of saliva connected the two of you. He smiles again before picking you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around him, he chuckles a bit before setting you down on your bed, your head resting on a pillow. He climbed on the bed and placed himself at your feet.

He kneeled over you, taking you all in. Since, the last time you did anything together was in the dark, he wanted to know what you truly looked like. A gentle smile graced his lips as he took off his hat and placed it on your head. You sat there a bit confused, mostly hot and bothered. You knew you had a dark blush on your cheeks.

"Wha. Why the hat?" You have to ask. You feel it moving around a lot since it is way too big for you. He gives you a dry chuckle, making his devilish smile appear again. He lowers himself to your groin, now looking directly into your eyes from across your body.

"To cover your face, if you get embarrassed." He winks as his hands make their way to your thighs and pry them open. Your face gets hotter and your head drops as his hands wander around your legs, taking in every inch. He starts slowly massaging your thighs, you let out a small satisfied moan as he gradually makes his way up to your clothed pussy. An arm flys to your mouth to stop any loud moans. He laughs at this before grabbing the waistband of your pants and slowly pulling them down.

"The rooms are sound proof my dear. Lots of agents scream in frustration and no one wants to hear that." He says as he skillfully takes off your pants, leaving you in your underwear. He taps your thigh saying 'Look at me for a moment'. You lift your head from your rested position and look at his eyes. He has a small smile, but eyes that had some concern laced within them. You knew what he was asking and nodded your head rapidly to say 'Yes, go ahead'. You lay your head back down as you feel his fingers prod at your clothed pussy.

"My my. Already wet for me it seems. Were you thinking of me before I got here?" His gravely voice almost groans out. You nod your head, whimpering at his touches. He lifts himself up to meet your lips in another hungry kiss. His tongue meeting with yours as he invades your mouth. His hands go to work as they slip under your underwear and prod your entrance. You moan a little in his mouth, both of your arms make their way to his neck. One of his hands finds its way to one of yours and holds it. He disconnects from you, moving your hair out of the way to attack your neck. He smiles against it finding your sweet spot still bruised from last time.

His hands leave you for a moment to take his gloves off. Once off, they immediately go back to their previous positions. One hand holding yours while the other entering you. You let out a satisfied moan as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you. You bite your lip as you feel his kisses going all down your neck, slowly making their way down your body. When he hits your collar bone, his hand leaves yours again to take off your shirt. Once the garment is out of the way, his hand flys to your breasts. He stops kissing you for a moment and looks up at you with a cheeky smile.

"No bra huh little one? That's a bit dirty don't cha think?" He teases. His fingers increasing their pace in your cunt. You hold back a moan as his hand gropes your breast while his mouth connects to the other one.

"I-I-It was off because ah. B-Because I was g-going to sleep." You attempt to say. He detaches his lips off your sensitive bud and gives you another look, one you couldn't read. He gives a small chuckle with an even smaller 'Fair' coming out of his mouth.

He goes back to work pleasuring you in every way he can. His fingers increasing speed as he kisses down your body more until he is down where your cunt is. He smiles as he pulls off your panties, revealing your pretty pussy. He licks his lips in anticipation as he disconnects his fingers from you and replaces it with his mouth. He lets out a groan in satisfaction.

"You taste good my dear." He says before diving back in. You let out a pornigraphic moan. He smiles against your cunt as he laps up all of your juices. One arm rests against your hips, keeping them secure, while the other plays with your clit. He then switches positions, his fingers now deep inside you while his mouth sucks on your sensitive clit. Your moans get louder as you grope your breasts in pleasure, feeling the knot in your stomach almost coming undone.

"C-Cypher. Ahh~ fuck. I'm g-gonna!" You stop as you cum right onto his fingers. His tongue quickly replaces his fingers, drinking your cum as if it was the last drink he will ever have. You pant as his hands wander back up your body. His lips meeting yours again. You taste yourself on his tongue and kiss him eagerly. He pulls away letting his hands go to your stomach and resting there.

"You did so good little one." He smiles as you give him a small smile back. Your eyes wander down his body now, noticing the tent in his pants. You climb on top of him and let your hands wander until they reach the zipper of his pants. You looked up at him with patience. He gives you a caring smile and kisses your lips passionately as he unzips his fly and pushes his cock through the small opening. You break the kiss to look down at his length. Your eyes widen slightly, it was bigger than anything you've ever taken before. Cypher noticed your hesitation and cupped your cheek, making you look back at him.

"Don't worry, we will go slow." He affirms your worries and kisses your nose again. You give him a smile before moving your hips to his. You slightly grind on his cock, getting your juices on him as lube. He lets out a small groan, his hands meeting up with your hips to assist in rolling them against him. His hat on your head falls down your face slightly as you look down at him, your hands grab his cock and places it upright. You lift your hips and slowly sink onto him. He lets out a gravely moan as you take in all of him in one go. You bite your lip, the pain not yet subsided. You lay down on his chest as he takes off his hat from your head and begins stroking your hair. He then kisses the top of your head, your eyes now meeting his.

"Take your time my dear." He lets out a breathy groan. You lay there for a bit until the pain fully subsides. You test the waters by rolling your hips, which caught Cypher off guard. He groaned as his hands met with your hips keeping them steady.

"Fuckk (Y/N). Warn me next time." He hisses out. "You're too tight to do that to me unexpectedly." His eyes close as you lift yourself up from him. You nod as you plant both of your hands on either side of him. You smile sadistically before moving your hips up then slamming them back down. This causes Cypher to groan louder, he gives you a scowling look as you give him a satisfied one.

"What's wrong Cypher? I thought you were more experienced than this." You tease him as you roll your hips again. Feeling him inside you, you let out a breath. His eyes squint at you with a smirk. You knew you fucked up. Your teasing smile drops as his hands make their way to your ass and lift you up. He smiles as he thrusts into you at an unforgiving pace. You moan as he grunts in pleasure, feeling your tight walls milk him.

"So-so fucking good." You utter out as he chuckles and goes faster. The sounds coming from you two were absolutely filthy. The squelching of your pussy taking in all of his cock. Your moans filling up most of the room. Cypher's groans as he pounds into you. He sits up and hugs your torso, planting his mouth on your breast again as he continues to thrust into you.

"You like how this cock filling you up (Y/N)? Do you like how an older man fucks you better than anyone else could?" He asks sadistically knowing you won't be able to answer due to the pleasure you are receiving. He gives you a sly smile as he takes his rock hard length out of you, causing you to whine from loss of contact. He switches your position so your head is down on a pillow with your ass up while he is kneeling behind you. His hands spread your ass open as he takes in the beautiful view. He slots his cock into you again, going back to the quick pace he had before. You moan desperately as you feel the knot in your stomach becoming undone for the second time. Cypher could feel your walls clench around him making him groan and go deeper into your pussy.

"Cum for me little one. Cum all over my cock." His rough voice rang inside your head as you let yourself go on him. However, his thrusts did not let up until he was finished with you. The over stimulation caused tears to prick in your eyes as he continued to thrust into you.

"Good girl, I'm a-almost-" He didn't finish his sentence. He swiftly pulled out of you and came onto your back. He groans as he his high dissipates.

You let your body collapse as you feel the dip in the bed disappear and hear running water. The bed dips again, you look back to see Cypher with a warm towel in his hand. He gives you a genuine smile as he cleans up your back, getting rid of any evidence that he was here. He throws the cum soaked rag into the hamper and lays next to you. He grabs a bottle of water from beside your bed. You shakily lift yourself up, one of his arms immediately helping you sit up so you can drink water. The cold water felt like honey on your lips as you gulp it down. You place the water back onto the side of your bed as you curl up next to Cypher. One hand envelops both of your hands while the other plays with your hair.

You rest your head on his shoulder, still catching your breath. He rests his head on top of yours. He kisses the top of your head tenderly as you slowly drift to sleep.

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You wake up the next morning. You look around the room groggily trying to find the man who rearranged your guts last night. You sit up and notice a blanket slip down your naked body. You look around, but theres no sign of him. You let your head hit the pillow in frustration, this seems awfully similar to how guys would treat you back home. You turned your head to the side and see a note on the pillow. You wonder how you didn't see it before. You carefully pluck it from its position and read it.

Little one,

Thank you for last night. I have many meetings to attend to today so I had to leave before you woke up. I'll see you tonight ;).

-Cypher

Your heart soared at the note. You giggled to yourself as you lay your head back down onto your pillow, a smile gracing your lips.

"See you tonight." You whisper to yourself as you envelope yourself more into your warm sheets.

[rockermybuddie]

Insecurity

A/n: lets pretend that thats Tommys hand in the gif lol!

Tommy x Evan “Buck”

•This is a sequel to my previous story Misunderstanding

Summary: Tommy and Evan are still working on getting their relationship back on track after Kaleb kissed Tommy after a misunderstanding. Evan is still kind of hurt by it even though he knows Tommy wont hurt him hes become insecure about his body now that he saw how well fit Kaleb was. Evan hides it well but when hes on a call what hes been doing to his body comes out.

Tw: Eating disorder, self harm

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~Tommys POV~

I open my eyes when i hear a ringing sound coming from the nightstand. I look at the time 6am, time to get ready for work. I turn off the alarm and reach over to wake up Evan but to my surprise his side of the bed is empty. I look towards the bathroom but it was empty.

Its been three months since the Kaleb incident, Evan and I’s relationship has hit a small bump but we are slowly working on it. I’ve been really trying to show Evan how much i truly care about him through everything and anything.

Saying i love you a lot, cooking homemade meals for us, surprising him with little gifts.

I let out a big streach as i get put of bed to go find Evan. When i walk down stairs i can smell sausage and eggs. I look on the stove and see a pan that has scrambled eggs, sausage, hasbrowns, and onions in it. I hear a steady thump coming from the garage.

When i open the door i see Evan running on the treadmill in a sweat suit. “Evan!” I say loud so he can hear me. Its 6am why is he running on the treadmill? When he doesn’t respond i walk over in front of the treadmill.

Evan comes to a stop when he sees me, sweat dripping down his face, he looks exhausted. “How long have you been down here?” I ask him. “Only an hour.” He answers. “I left you breakfast on the stove.” He tells me. “Wheres your breakfast?” I ask. “I already ate.” He says. I notice he broke eye contact with me when he said that which made me question if he actually ate or not.

“Oh, what did you eat?” I ask him. “You know, just my norm.” He says shrugging his shoulders. He moves over to the mat on the floor and starts doing pushups. As hot as he looks working out im a little concerned about him.

“Evan.” He looks up at me as he continues on. “Why are you working out so early?” I ask. “Just getting a quick work out before work.” He says as if this is something he does everyday.

“Why dont you come and eat with me and then we can take a shower together before we go to work since we wont see each other.” I suggest. Which i would like to spend sometime with him before we head to our shifts.

Evan gets up and walks into the kitchen with me. I grab the pan and i spilt my breakfast with him even though he tried to stop me. I told him that after that work out he needs to eat again. After we ate we went back upstairs and took a shower.

I wrap my arms around Evan as i bring him closer to me feeling myself against him. I give soft kisses on his neck as i move my hands down his body. As im about to take him into my hand he turns off the water. “Evan?” I question, he usually loves a quick one before a shift.

“Not right now.” Is all he says and gets out of the shower. “Is everything okay?” I ask him. He shakes his head yes as he drys off. I dont let it get to me its been awhile since we had intimacy so im craving it but i need to respect Evan and how he wants to handle us at the moment.

As we say our goodbyes in the drive way before heading our separate ways i tell him how much he means to me and that if theres anything he needs to talk to me about he can. Evan insures me that everything is okay, i smile at him giving him one more kiss before we both get into our cars.

I watch as Evan backs out of the driveway and drives off. I get my phone out of my pocket and pull up Eddies number. I type out a text to keep an eye on Evan but hesitate to hit the send button.

If i send it then it will cause a worry and Evan might be upset about it or it’ll be a good thing to have another person who is close to Evan checking on him.

I ended up sending the message anyways and immediately got a text back saying ok. That made me feel a little better but not a lot.

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~Bucks POV~

I arrived at the station pretty early, i sat in my car for a few moments and thought about Tommy. Hes been really trying to make up for the Kaleb situation three months ago. I know now that it wasnt Tommy fault at all but part of me is still clinging on to the anger i felt.

I still love Tommy i know he was questioning me alot this morning because i think only insane people exercise at 5 in the morning. But when i saw how fit Kaleb looked i figured Tommy will like me more if i was smaller.

I open my door grabbing my bag and headed into the firehouse. I threw my bag in my locker and changed my clothes. I headed over to the work out area and got on the treadmill and started jogging making my way to speed.

“Hey Buck.” Eddie says walking up to me. “Hey.” I say focusing on my running. “Can you help me with something?” Eddie asks. “Sure.” I tell him. I slow down on tbe treadmill as it comes to a stop. When i go to step off i get real light headed all of a sudden and kind of stumble back.

“Woah, you okay Buck?” Eddies asks grabbing my shoulder to steady me as i grab the arm of the treadmill. “Um yeah. Yeah im fine.” I say waving a hand. My head stops spinning and i can focus now. Eddie looks at me making sure im actually okay before we go off and do whatever he needs.

We had some calls come in but they all went smooth. Eddie kept checking in on me though, i dont know why.

We are back at the station now and Bobby is cooking dinner while the others are upstairs playing a game. They asked me to join but i wanted to go down and get another work out in.

“Buck, Dinner!” Eddie yells from the balcony. “Okay, coming!” I yell back. I think about how i’m going to do this because if i dont eat they are going to start asking questions. Its not easy to lie about eating at work then it is at home.

I head upstairs and took my seat at the table. “You need to go shower Buck.” Hen says scrunching her nose. “Sorry.” I say, I think this is a good excuse, i can shower while they eat and just say im going to eat when i get done. “No sit down Buck. You can shower when we are done.” Bobbh says raising his fork at me when instood back up.

“Why are you working out so much? That was like your fith work out today.” Eddie asks. “Just trying to stay in shape.” I answer, which isnt a lie.

When we finished dinner i went to the bathroom to shower but first i went into a stall and squatted in front of the toilet. I took my two fingers and stuck them down my throat making myself gag in till i threw up.

When i finished i was about to get in the shower when the bell rang. I swished some water in my mouth and splashed some on face and headed to the trucks.

“Buck you okay?” Hen asks looking at me with a weird expression. “You’re awfully pale.” She reaches her hand out and feels my face. “Yeah im fine.” I tell her, even though i was fighting the urge to pass out. I needed to keep my focus, we were on a call.

When we got to the scene it was an apartment fire, me and Eddie were searching for a young boy on the 5th floor who got separated from his mother.

My head felt like it was going to fall off, i was so dizzy i dont think i was walking in a straight line. Walking up the stairs with my gear on almost took me out. “Buck, are you okay?!” Eddie asks me putting his hands on my shoulder staring at me through his mask. “Yeah.” I shout trying to focus. But there was too many things to focus on.

“Buck, Eddie. The little boys been found, get out of there.” Cap says on the radio. “Come on Buck.” Eddie says, he knows something is wrong and hes about to get it out of me as soon as were out of here.

We are walking back down the stairs, im in front all of a sudden the room starts spinning and my eyes roll back. The last thing i heard was “Buck!”

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~Tommys POV~

“Hello?” I say answering my phone. “What hospital?!” I leave the station telling Stevens i have an emergency. I get in my truck and drive to the hospital Evan is at.

My heart is racing, Eddie called me telling me that Evan blacked out on a call in an apartment building and fell down the stairs. Hes at the hospital now.

When i arrive i rush in and go straight to the nurses station. “Evan Buckley.” I tell her. “Tommy.” I hear a familiar voice my head snaps in the direction and i see Bobby.

“Where is he?” I ask him. Bobby leads me to Evans room. When i walk in i see him sitting up in the hospital bed. A big bruise on his shoulder, i guess from where he hit the wall and the oxygen tube in his nose.

“Im so glad you’re okay. You scared me.” I sat on the side of his bed and wrapped my arms around him. He winced a little at that but rested his head on my shoulder.

The doctor came in and informed me that Evan hasnt been eating and has been overworking himself. Eddie also told me that Evan was constantly running on tbe treadmill everytime they were back at the station.

“Why are you doing this to yourself?” I ask him. “Please tell me the truth.” I held his hands in mine. “So i can look good.” Evan says, voice low. “You already look amazing Evan.” I tell him confused.

“No. Kaleb looked good. I need to look like him.” Evan snaps. My heart sunk and i felt for Evans pain. Im stunned and upset that i didnt catch this before.

“Evan, i love the way you look. I love you for who you are. Dont you ever compare yourself to someone else. Because i don’t want someone else, i want you.” I run my hand across his cheek cradling his face in my hand wipping away his tears.

“I’m sorry. I dont know why im still caught up with this.” Evan apologizes. “Dont apologize Evan. Its okay i promise. I understand, i would still be upset too if the roles were reversed, but its not. We’ll get there Evan just please talk to me.” I ask of him. He nods.

“Just please dont hurt yourself. I cant lose you.” I give him a kiss both of our lips shaking together.

[dolliestfairy]

hey idk if your req are open but if u dont mind can you make a hcs + scenario of Yuuji, Megumi & Gojo with Chubby!fem!reader who is a cutesy fairy ? like she's a fairy who love to wear the dolliest and the prettiest soft looking clothes, and also she is very shy but yet so friendly? tysm before and i really love your writings btw! :)

і ɡ𝘰t 𝗍hᥱ ᥴᥙ𝗍ᥱ𝘴𝗍 ᥆ᥒᥱ! ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑𔓘

Yuuji, Megumi & Gojo with Chubby!fem!reader who is a fairy that loves Dolly & Cutesy Fashion 🎀 ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ✿

✿ AUTHORS NOTE : hello! well yes yes this is actually my first req ever :3 and if you ask if my req are open or not, well i take req i like and i found interesting. so i never really close it. i'll close it if i put the request : closed sign in my bio if it necessary. but as long as the sign hasnt still written, them feel free to send me your interesting idea.

✿ WARNINGS : none that i aware of? maybe some misspelled word & petnames (babydoll, fairy angel, ++). reader skin color is not announced.

✧ Yuuji

omg this boii?? he freaking loves you sm. he thinks you're the vanilla-est, the softest & the prettiest fairy he ever met.

loves you so freaking much he'd try to do everything for you to keep you happy.

love how your clothes compliment your skin and those perfect combination that really show your curves in a perfect way and also those clothes who gives your fairy wings the prettiest & the most perfect looks!!

feel like he's the luckiest guy ever-!!!

and he looovess it when he sees you compliment yourself in your dolly & cutesy outfit in the mirror, he thinks you look super adorable and just cute cute cute!! 🩷

if you had a thing for plushie, he'd try to buy one every week/month if he had a mission. and after he had done his mission, he's going straight to your favourite plushie store and buys plushie that he thinks you're gonna love<3

after that, he's going to your apartement, knock at the door, and when he sees you all sleepy he chuckled a bit because he cant help but you look so adorable right now! like he can just eat your belly up!

and after that, you both are going to go some cuddles-night FULL! because yuuji really craving and begging to have cuddles with you since he's away in his mission :( <3

⤹˚˖ ♫ ୭ s-c-e-n-a-r-i-o ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑

yuuji just got back from one of his important mission. he's all tired and miss you so much he felt like he's dying (this boy smh) so he goes straight to your apartement when its midnight. he knock at your door and which its make you curious yet confused of who is it.. so the second you hear a soft knock at your door, you see the window from inside in which you see your supportive bf! and he looks so tired and burnout omg.. so your first instinct was open the door, even when your hands are like really limp and your eyes all like really sleepy, but you tried your best for your bf, and when he sees your sleepy face he cant help but chuckle. "oh! *chuckles* you look really adorable babydoll﹍uhm- anyway i'm so sorry to interrupt you at midnight but i cant help i'm really tired and also i really like need cuddles rn.. so if you dont mind can we.. cuddle together?" and oh how can he even describe how happy he was when you accept him with such love. "of course yuuyuu. *yawn* i'm tired too so, lets get cuddle and sleep together <3"

✧ Megumi

he never EVER imagine in his wildest dream he would ended up falling in love with such a cutesy Fairy gf like a crazy person.

and let me tell you, this boy is actually didnt ready to have you as a gf in the first place.

but now? look at him, he's freaking loves you, so fucking much like its kinda suffocating honestly.

well how could he not??? you're just so soft, plump, and round..... need to be protected and filled with such love and affections 💌

he would never say this out loud, but he actually love the opposite vibes you both give and have! like he's the emo tsundere boy type who wears dark & (mostly) black colored clothes, and then theres his chubby cutesy fairy gf﹍You! who wear the dolliest and the most soft girl looking type of clothes. really shy but friendly at the same time, soft and round, trying your best to hide your fairy-secret, how could he just not love you?? everytime he sees you, he really want to eat your chubby cheeks, but he scared he might bit you so he always hold back </3.

if you love something like flowers, animals, or maybe plushie, then just like yuuji, he would try sometimes to buy you things you would like secretly since we all know this boy is like a tsundere type.

he also the type of bf who would 10 times more comfortable in showing his love in a quiet and serene place.

now dont get me wrong, he still shower you in compliments and appreciation in publics, but in a more quiet place where it was just you and him? be prepared to be dead by suffocating and drowning from his affection and compliments lol <3.

⤹˚˖ ♫ ୭ s-c-e-n-a-r-i-o ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑

Your bf!Megumi has just invite you to some flower garden this afternoon. after you heard his invitation, you quickly get your ass up from your bed, and prepare for the um.. date? ﹍ anyway- after a couple of minutes you finally have done your outfits! all pink dolly and soft, your wings is hiding in your back, your pixie ears compliment your face & hairs, your nails are done, your cutesy makeup are done too, perfect! time to meet your lovely bf Megumi! ﹍ 14 minutes when you finally arrived at the flower garden, you see your bf in a very gentleman suit, he look just so handsome! you see some girls trying to flirt with him but he quickly shoved them off, still havent realizing your appreance. and after a couple of minutes, he's looking at his phone again after he just shused one of the girls that trying to get into him in which he sees you message

{ Babe! i'm literally around you rn... :( }

he quickly turned around left & right, then & there in which he find you! oh god your Vanilla perfume almost makes him suffocating! "fairy angel i'm so sorry i didnt se-" "its ok meguu.. its fine." you told him. and then you ask him why did he invite you here in which he replied "i found a cafe that you may like. so i want to go there with you. would you like too?" while saying that, he sees your eyes are widening and your mouth are slowly gagging open in which you replied "Are you kidding me meguu!? oh i've come here all dressed like a bambi fairy doll rn so what are we waiting for? <3" he sees how excited you are in which he cant help but chuckle as he shyly hold your hands and says "lets go darling ୧₊˚ ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑"

✧ Gojo

flirty, flirty, affection.

yup thats the right way to describe this guy.

almost nut after he realize he have a strong feelings for you.

he really love your pixie ears!! they're so cute and pointy. and they somehow makes you more cute and feminine.

and he also love the combination of your fairy wings with your round body!

everytime he put his eyes on your face or your dolly outfits he cant pull them back. he just stare at you because you just look so fucking ethereal and he still trying to proceed about how in the heck he can get so lucky to get someone like you?? you're like the best thing he's ever experienced.

he fricking loves your style! and i can see he's the type of man who would go to buy a match clothes with you. in other words you both sometimes wear dolly clothing together!

his favorite thing to do is when he's free, where he's at your apartement, and you both watch some random movies with matching soft looking pjs ❁♡

everytime he's gone on a mission, he always remembered those each time. and he sometimes wonder what are you doing right now and ect. and thats the reason why he sometimes bragging it to his others companion like his friends or students..

and after he's done from his mission, he goes REALLY STRAIGHT to your apartement, no matter if its midnight, afternoon, or morning.. he's going to knock at your door, and when you open it, you're gonna get jumpscared by this big goofball sudden hugs.

⤹˚˖ ♫ ୭ s-c-e-n-a-r-i-o ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑

this day he's so excited! gojo and his team has already done the mission yesterday night, and was ready to flight off to their region, although.. maybe gojo is a little bit of too ready. well you cant blame him. he miss you so much! also do you even know what days is there! its his freaking birthday!! all of his buddies already saying "happy birthday" to him but he really want ones from you! so after he landed back to his region, he goes fast as fuck to your apartement, but since he's so fast he didnt peek up through your window in which at that time you were piping for his birthday cake! so the second he smack at your door ..﹍ yes. he smacked at your door, you go straight scared of course.. you accidentaly throw his cake who was still in progression while his big body was throwing into yours, you see the cake flying above your head like its kinda slowing a little bit. you were really scared that you froze. but after seeing the guys who is hugging you, and after you see his white hair, you finally snapped back and said "toru?.." he look up at you, in which you were... dont know how to feel. well you were happy he was back but you also cant help but feel furious and anger because he just ruin the birthday cake you made for him. "babe its my-" "i know toru..! its your birthday... but you just fricking ruined the cake i was made for you!.." he sees your face sadden in which he quickly replies "oh no no no no, its- its no matter baby, i'll-﹍i mean we'll make it all over again." "really? but you promised me you wont screwed up ok?" "yes baby. i promise i wont."

[kikosaurscave]

getting high with neteyam:

-unproffesionly use of weed

-kinda heated kissing

-remember that theyre young , high asf teens

-theres a part 3 bc i had a sudden gooder idea thats more age wise friendly

"cmon its not that far away" you whisper to the groaning boy who rubs his eyes, "y/n why in the middle of eclipse? can this not wait ?"

the look you gave him let him know your lack of patience. you js wanna get high ASAP

he walks closely next to you hand in hand to not seperate as you let the soft vibrance of the plants around you guide your way to what you craved the most for in the past 16 hours.

his fingers caress yours while you happily tell him about your current obsession "this plant , it is amazing ! and all we did was burn it ! you should have seen tsahik, talking to the walls of the peoples lab" you let out a laugh that he knows he adores. he could listen to you ramble about anything because he loves your voice

"i hope this is worth it" he grumbles to you, you rolls you eyes , excitement creeping up on you when you spot the enchanting plant of .pot

you tell him to gather the buds of the plants while you find a hooded area covered by the large bright leaves and glowing mushrooms and fruit , the spot big enough for about 5 of you to just chill out in and get smoke weed

you made the fire and by the time its lit neteyam reckons hes gathered enough , he thinks its been long enough seperated meters away from you but he js wants your presence

"throw some in nete , not to much" you smile up at him before watching as the glowing green buds spark in the orange heat , he watchesthe way the fire reflects in your __ eyes , the smoke isnt enough to distract him it just makes him want to focus on you more , just you

"it looks..cool. now what happens?" his honest confusion humors you, "come sit"

10 MINUTES IS HOW LONG IT TAKES FOR THE AREA TO FILL WITH THE FOG BEFORE YOU TWO CRAWL OUT FOR BETTER AIR

he cant tell if his laugh is louder in his head or if its just him , are you quiet ? or can you also see that bug on the tip of that leaf ?

hes def feeling it and its honestly amazing.

while yous r tripping you js keep telling eachother stories that you arent even sure are your own memories or not

you get anxieties when he goes quiet, you hear his harsh breaths from right beside you , his tail drags along yours and when you turn his way , its js immediate intense eye contact, this guy is tripping hard out.

"are you okay ?" you ask him, the worried look in your eyes js makes him fold, he moves a piece of your braided hair out of your face , tilting his head abit

staring into eachothers eyes while high js catches you both in a trance, to him your eyes glow in the different shades of the vibrant colours running around you both. the yellow coat of his irises could taint your view of all the different colours that surround pandora , there would be nothing as bright or as gorgeous as his eyes when the colour melts with yours.

"i want to kiss you" the statement is barely heard over the loud songs that the trees around you hum out , your curt nod has his hand holdinh the side of your head bringing you closer to him the other gently folding into yourown hand

the kiss is sloppy, full of feelings and passion, when you lean in and his arm moves to pull you closer, neither of you can get enough of the touch, you pull away for air but to him he js needs to feel you , suddenly your presence isnt enough like this is so rude to him js merge skins with him already- but hes gentle widit

he'll pull you closer while you both breathe heavily and he'll gently rub his hands up nd down ur back. hes never done this before, felt this before but a look into your eyes and the worry of being uncomfortable js disappears.

hands resting on either side of his face, you on his lap and his arms around your waist, both of you high as fuck

"lets go ride our ikran to ayram alusìng (floating mountains)"

youd race eachother there and suddenly you both feel like youre quieter than you really are, the day is soon and flying your ikran together feels like a dream, your body tingles as the air rushes over you body , you can both feel your smiles with your whole faces , atp you dont even bother tryna to be quiet when you return , neteyam is just a mess at this point and you wonder how he'll be able to continue his training today

unfortunately for you when you return to your tent your brother sits in front of the balazing fire, waiting for who knows how long

"tsmuke (sister) where were you ?"

is the first thing he askes you, he doesnt even ask if ur alright bro

"no where" "who were you with." "eylan (a friend) "how many? " "awpo (one individual)" "eve? evan? (girl? boy?)" "tute (a person)" "tupe. (who.)"

his voice is stern , the reflection of the fire in his eyes intimidate you , when he turns to look at you , you end up feeling cornered

"neteyam"

youre grounded from seeing him for until tsu'tey says so , you beg him to not tell toruk makto and he feels bad , the look his little sister gives him makes him feel like the worst person in the world so even though its unlike him to do so , he gives in and promises not to say anything

it wont matter in about a week though because the sky people are on hunt for the sullys , you wouldnt be able to see him for a while and it scares you

- end

ending is shit bc i kinda rushed the ending but it took longer than expected to write this , part 3 is coming

somewhat proofread

lmk what you think

[aonungyoufuck]

Runaway {Part 10}

Runaway Masterlist

DNI/BYF

Synopsis: there's talk of mating soon. And a surprise visitor comes to Awa'atlu

please excuse the delay and anything else im currently fighting god because im fighting off being sick aaaaa

You two have had enough. And it was obvious in the ways your touches would linger. It was obvious in the way your eyes found each other all the time. Oftentimes craving each other just a little more. 

Ao’nung let you know it had been exactly three years now. Now both Eighteen it was a little bit more awkward to spend so much time together lingering. Wanting and yet not having a name for it. 

And yet the gentleness of the relationship is something you had always wanted for. To be treated as if you were fragile in the courting phase. Well it could only leave things to the imagination for the latter. 

You had wanted this but you also wanted more. You wanted to be mates. Officially, And you knew that telling Ao’nung he would agree too. But you had always wanted to follow the right traditions too. 

There was no way that you could mate before Eywa here. For there was no spirit tree or Tree of souls. 

None here that was at all relating to either of your families. Ancestors and so on and so forth. 

“What are you thinking about Tiyawn” 

“Oh of things i really shouldn’t” 

Truth be told you hadn’t meant to think. Ao’nung was growing…weak. He was pale, much more than you knew him too. His face sunken in. Not to mention that his skin… it was cracked. It was dry to the touch. It often pained you to have to treat him. Something was terribly wrong and yet he himself didn’t know what it was. 

But you still loved him. Loved to live this domestic bliss. 

“My dearest. What is it?” 

“I guess im thinking of..well Becoming mates”

“You know i'm more than ready to accept you whenever you are?” 

You smiled, kissing his cheek as you continued to prepare the meat you had managed to kill earlier. 

“Well yes. But I'm talking about the lack of a place to make Tsaheylu.” 

“Oh right.” 

“Listen, I'm more than ready to be your mate. I’ve been more than willing for a long time as im sure you been aware too. But..”

“I know. And you are perfect as you are so skilled”

You laugh a little pushing him out of your space. “Be real Ao’nung” 

“ I am. I told you plenty of times and it leaves me breathless everytime i hear you near me. More than anything. My love of a thousands and one of the sky. Everytime i look at you, Its like im living again. And i dont ask for much, But i do ask that you become mine. Forever and always. Until we die” 

His words. God you never understood how he could always enchant you 

“You are a fool as you are handsome. Do you know that?” 

“Oh yes i know that. But you were the one who ran away for not having me? So who is the fool?”

“Oh whatever” 

Silence fell over you. 

“Please.Do you take me. To be by your side forever and always?”

“You know i would…but how? How can it? How can we?” You asked. Pleaded for any reason. It was quiet. 

“Well as i recall in your old home. There was a tree”

You Gasped. Surely that thought never hit you. And truth be told it was kind of an outlandish idea. It was a little … out of the blue. 

“ that is true we could do that. But the flight is far and theres the possibility we could get caught” 

The flight there required you to fly over Awa’atlu. Surely by now people are wondering when you yourself are coming back. So they’d be more keen on keeping an eye out for an ikran. 

“I mean yes. But i rather have you sooner than later. “

“You were always something with words huh?”

“Tis why you chose me? Right my mate?”

—----------------------------------------------

Just as you had thought. Your parents had grown worried. For you were gone far longer than you had planned to. And sure you may have taken longer. But as parents they were growing overly worried. 

While they would fly in the day and search where they could. Tonowari would look in the sea. But they have grown hopeless. You hadn’t returned. And there really was no way of them knowing where Ao’nung was. 

Endlessly Ronal kept asking praying over and over again. She had never lost anyone in her life but her spirit sister. Now she lost her son. 

No one could really say. But Neteyam could. 

He would be the one to take out. To go find you something to tell him you two were okay. 

Today was not successful. And guilt was eating him up inside. Eclipse had set not long ago. And he could have sworn he saw your Ikran. But nothing. No clue no nothing. 

He had to confess to someone that Ao’nung had left with you. For his clan thought him dead. And it was eating at him with how he felt so guilty. 

“Lo’ak says you are going to get worry marks if you keep looking that way” 

Since Ronal agree to allow the courtship between Tsireya and Lo’ak she has become the sister he was suddenly missing. Always kind always there to listen to his thoughts. 

She often also told him how worried she was. Her brother was gone. Her mother was mourning and she was left to take care of Ateyo whilst her family broke apart. 

“I worry to much you know this of me” 

“Yes but i also have grown to be so worried” 

Neteyam nodded. Looking out into the sea. “May i tell you something?”

“And that is?” 

“I know that Your brother left with my sister” 

Tsireya was dead quiet. Neteyam is afraid to look at her. But she could only let out a small chuckle. 

“Oh i know. I think most everyone knows that”

“But how?” 

“Its kind of obvious.” 

Now Neteyam felt like he could breath. Finally it felt like he was allowed to even think. It felt liberating as much as it was a burden. “I dont understand. Y/n said she would be back within a year” 

“I suppose its out of plan. But imagine you fall in love and then you happen to live with them for some time. That level of privacy and love and devotion is something unbeatable. Like a home away from home where you two can be free from responsibilities” 

Neteyam could only nod. He hadn’t fully thought about it that way. He could only hope that you were happy. That whatever it was you two were doing. Wherever you may be. You would be happy. 

“You better get home then.” 

“ Oh I know. But i think id like some time away from my family for just a little bit” 

And he let her. He was glad Lo’ak had chosen right. Because he was glad to have someone to relate too. 

By morning things were the same. Everything went on the same and Neteyam had grown tired of it. 

However, today was different. A crowd had Gathered and he had been hopeful it was you and Ao’nung coming back. 

“Ma Jake!” his mother burst through the pod where they all had heard the commotion from. 

“We heard the commotion. What’s happening, what's going on?” 

“Dont know. Tsahik asks for us at her Marui. Says its urgent. I dont know what for. Come on . Come all of you” 

The family lined up. Hurrying for they feared making Ronal wait any longer. 

Without even making a noise they pushed past the veil into the pod. 

There. In front of them Was Mo’at. 

“Maite  so good to see all of you”

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[piviani]

what enhypen members needs to work on

to become the best version of themselves

( disclaimer: please do remember to take my readings with a grain of salt. i am in no way a professional tarot reader and all of this are alleged and is for entertainment purposes only. )

yang jungwon

ten of swords

somehow swords always shows up to him. what he really needs to work on is his are emotions and his charasteristic where he has no confidence at all. low self esteem. he tends to burden himself with responsibilities alot. so it would be better if he starts on working on himself not for the sake of others but for his own sake alone.

he may have the mentality to always feel or need to catch others for their own problems? i dont wanna cause issues, but whenever i do a reading on jungwon he always feels burned out, exhausted, and sad. it seems like he wants to crave validation from people. someone who could feel what he feels. he doesnt show his emotions alot. so it would be a really great start to befriend with a non-toxic circle and a non toxic environment that understands why hes like he is and why its hard with opening up.

lee heeseung

king of pentacles in reverse

oh what he needs to work on are his characteristics of being overly workaholic and stubborn at times. he may be too quick on his shoes especially if it involves his work without even roughly thinking about the consequences he might face and things he might lose along the way. as long as theres a starter lane he can run over its already enough for him. theres times he might leave things as it is if it doesn’t benefit him anymore.

heeseung has the tendencies to lose touch with the reality too, he might be overly intune with the idealism world he creates. sometimes losing touch with the reality has its side effects. (nothing bad about dreaming, he just might be into it that he might start to abandon it will actually need consistent hardwork) so he should work on these things to improve his life and become the best version of himself.

park jongseong

wheel of fortune - queen of pentacles

i was wondering what the wheel of fortune meant cause this doesnt seem like something that could be worked on. its one of the major symbolic cards. probably the only thing i could consider as slightly negative is where it will always have ups and downs. its a wheel after all—and in every transition, a big change occurs. so anyway, i pulled for confirmation and queen of pentacles came out. well—with the former card, it might be true in a sense that fate are always there for him. however we should take queen of pentacles into an account. he may take responsibilities for his loved ones too much so he should tone it down. things dont always look good just because it is for the external. best believe as unfortunate it sounds being a giver always causes troubles too. may tend to neglect himself while taking focus on the others thinking it could help him. so he should work on this :) hes too nurturing it backfires him.

sim jaeyun

two of wands

2 of wands, for jake to become the best version of himself—he should learn to focus on his personal goals. tha card shows a man standing holding an earth (or basically his world) with his right hand and a wand in his left, and with my own interpretation, it’s saying him that jake should learn to focus more on what’s infront of him than just standing. its the actions that matters. you cant be standing for so long or you could be left behind. he should learn not to settle for less with this. he may always be indecisive too—whether he should just stand and stay, or move forward by wanting more. he may be a thinker more than a taker. or like idealistic more than realistic. though there’s the passion, drive don’t do everything. he needs his own resolve so he could become the best version of himself.

park sunghoon

queen of wands

another wands, though queen of wands may mostly have an uplifting and positive meaning, this could also mean that sunghoon may have tendencies to be too self centered because of his confidence with his individuality. may be too independent as well. he should learn how to rely on others too as too much independence can cause you to isolate with others making it hard to open up his scars and wounds. he may be the type to be closed off yet helps with people with their own certain circumstances with his drive and force? just really not with himself which causes this destruction. so its really adviced for him to be communicative. (ive noticed most enha are not really great with communication and would rather keep it all by themselves, including sunghoon himself) like though they might everything’s alright already it might not be? sunghoon needs to stay still and allow others to walk through his inner. its not bad to be dependent sometimes.

kim sunoo

the tower in reverse

tower in reverse.. it seems like sunoo doesn’t face his personal problems because he believes walking through it causes more trouble than running away. so he turns his back instead. sunoo’s always scared to change that it becomes a toxic repetitive cycle. this seems like it will not change any time soon either. he will try and try to resist any transitions until it exhausts him. he may have low self esteem which causes this. sunoo doesn’t really see a light behind the darkness? neither would like to change this cycle. he would rather keep running instead of facing it. change are inevitable, sunoo should learn how to take this into an account and accept the undeniable transformations that needs to be taken for the future as this is a major part when growing up. (as much as i wouldve loved to deep dive more and pull a card but i dont think im allowed further. such heavy energy, this is all i can do.)

nishimura riki

the hanged man in reverse

the hanged man usually symbolizes detachment, discontentment and impulsiveness. these are what riki should take into an account for him to become the best version of himself. he seems to be the type to make his impulsiveness a mechanism to direct the fact that he always feels low, like just so he could feel thrill. he’s young so there seems to be days where impulsiveness takes over. im seeing impatience in his part as well. a bit naive. originally in the upright—we can see the man hanging there by his own free will, but this is in reversed—so im seeing some certain circumstances where he just let people control him rather than fighting for what he feels symbolizes him more. or hes standing in standards that doesn’t align with his will. this could also be the problem. he should learn how to let his thinking be aligned with his will. impulsiveness are not always the answer. he shouldnt retrain himself just because others said so. he needs how to form his own freedom of speech lol.

[enden-k]

Can I ask what makes Arlecchino evil? I'm v much a villain enjoyer and like some morally greyness, but I genuinely didn't pick up on a lot of bad stuff with Arlecchino. She was super helpful during Fontaine and seemed to be the only powerful person who cared about helping the common folk when the water levels were rising.

I'm not here to start an argument, just wanna expand my view 🙏

dw didnt think u want to argue! i will also use this to say i wont tolerate arguments, this goes for everyone here

i will talk about sensitive themes under the cut (mentions of when i was groomed/emotionally abused by my adoptive father/mentions of abuse/grooming in general) so if someones not good with this, be warned please and dont click for your emotional comfort.

i really love arlecchino (theres also difficult, personal reasons ig) and id rather wait for her to arrive to get more information than we have so far through other characters/side quests/main quest but well.

her goals aligned with ours in the fontaine quest which is why we have the impression shes a good/nice person, especially considering our other meetings with the harbingers we met so far (signora, childe, scara, dottore) and the situations. shes very calm and diplomatic (lets see how it changes in the next update when we fight her)

but we shouldnt forget how the travellers on their toes the entire time/everytime they come in contact with arle. its because shes a harbinger after all. shes a danger. her graceful politeness and calmness is supposed to have you on guard, make your hairs rise. shes mentioned to be manipulative and shes manipulating others to achieve what she wants by being nice and calm. she has ulterior motives. we should be careful. this is my impression based on my own gaming experience and idk if it was the same w others, but bc of us being on guard around her i was always prepared for her to turn on us until the end of the main quest.

anw, arle is supposed to be intimidating and have you wary. even tho she comes off as nice and polite, having done good and helped in the main story. its bc thats what she wanted and you happened to have the same goal. also lets not forget scaras and childes thoughts about her which already tells a lot

she has two sides. the one we saw in the quest, the graceful, calm, polite face to get what she wants. and the other, the one scara and childe talk about here, the one they call "crazy"

not to mention her codename, "the knave". what does it mean? servant. what else does it mean? "dishonest/deceitful man". basically, swindler. isnt it perfect?

shes manipulative and whatever her "true" nature is, we dont know (yet). she may have "good intentions" here or there but will achieve them no matter what it takes.

as for the thing you can consider as bad; the house of the hearth is an orphanage that raises children into fatui agents. only those who have potential join the ranks while the others are kept close (its not known whats done with them afaik). theyre basically grooming/raising child soldiers/spies.

before the sensitive stuff comes up, for the ppl who dont want to proceed, arlecchino fools/manipulates you into thinking shes a nice person/good parent. its amazing and so in character for her. its also scary how some ppl cant see the abuse/manipulation unless you went through this too or well. just actually read and realize it.

arlecchino is an emotionally manipulative parental figure. now, this is coming from someone who went through heavy abuse/was groomed by their adoptive father who was extremely manipulative and i spot so many things very well known to me. others who went through the same get this feeling. these signs you immediately recognize.

you get punished for the tiniest mistakes and when you get loved, it makes you forget all that was done to you, just for that tiny bit of affection you crave. you try to do your best, to do everything asked and expected of you, not to disappoint the only parent you have and youre dependent on, to be a good kid deserving of love and when you slip up youre in shambles. there was a time i did a tiny mistake by accident and my father said to me in the coldest voice "you broke my trust" and i remember so vividly how it broke me, how i cried until i got sick. i was physically abused before and none of it hurt me more than this. it still gets to me after all those years. emotional manipulation is cruel

what im trying to say is, she came in a time of need. taken as a savior while it just is one abuser swapped out with another. like my adoptive father having me dependent, giving me love i never received and being everything i wanted, making me believe hes everything i need, a common thing abusers do. wanting to do everything youre asked of and do it good, the fear of disappointing and being punished, believing you deserved it bc its your fault and treating your abuser like a savior, being conditioned. this is whats happening.

now, arle genuinely loves and protects her children; its very clear that the life of the children matter to her the most (look at childes line and freminet/lynette etc) - she was one of them too after all. so, its possible to love and still do these. moral greyness etcetc

anyway idk if its understandable or if i can explain it in proper words while maintaining a good distance so ill add the voicelines of the siblings heavily implying this, and also a tweet adressing this that brings it to proper words, better than i can say

tweet here bc tmblr doesnt insert the link properly

[formula-fun]

Did you sort out your beef with pacrim au? I'm soooooo excited for ch1!! 🧡 and how many chapters do you think it will be?

hiiiiii!!! im still beefing with it a little to be honest but i think im gonna have to just publish it soon either way hashsahash theres just a lot of exposition in the first two chapters and it was kind of pissing me off? i dont think theres any way around it tho in this situation, so im just gonna let it sit for a few days before i do the final proofread and see if it's really that clunky or if ive just been looking at it for too long. it means i can spend that time trying to get ahead on the rest of it, so it's all good <3 its lookin kind of long rn. 10 chapters and an epilogue?

idk if ive posted this already? but

“The thing about it,” Max is saying, “is it’s just dirty leaf water until you have a really good one, I think. I went my whole life without drinking it, I loved it while I was there, and now that I’m here it’s like, why even bother with it. I know it will just taste like grass.”

He’s sprawled across the battered sofa in Charles’ office that Charles sleeps on sometimes, the window cracked open above him to let the sounds of the waves filter through. With one hand, he gestures along to his own words; with the other he squeezes Charles’ rubber band ball in his fist, over and over.

“There is a lot of good tea in the world, Max,” Charles points out. He’s seated at his desk, trying desperately to get some work done, no thanks to Max and his unending monologue about anything and everything. Max is a lot more interesting than the data sheets currently clogging his inbox, but Charles would be loathe to let him know that—especially when Max probably already knows anyway.

Max lets out a dubious noise that sounds a bit like a sheep and throws the ball, narrowly catching it before it lands on his own nose. “Not in Australia, mate, it’s not the same type.”

“How do you know? Have you tried it?”

“Daniel told me that. He said it’s better in Japan. It’s like how I only like the sushi in Japan because it’s of course better there.”

Charles tears his eyes away from his holoscreen to point a pen in Max’s direction. “That’s not true, you were just trying it with my tastes this time. Of course you like it now.”

“It’s definitely better in Japan,” Max says with a laugh.

“Well, yes, I am sure. But you like it now because I like it.”

“That’s not true.”

“Of course it’s true. You hate fish. You always have,” Charles insists. “The only fish you like is the kind I like too. Obviously it is not a coincidence.”

Max grins at the ceiling, tossing the rubber band ball again. “Who says you didn’t get it from me, then?”

Charles splutters. “I did not,” he protests. “The only things I got from you were pork cravings and rock lyrics, you tasteless—”

Two raps sound against his doorframe, and then Ollie’s face is appearing in the gap. “Is now a bad time?” he asks softly, then blanches when he sees Max laying across the couch, still tossing the rubber band ball around.

For some reason Max grins even wider.

“No, come in, Ollie,” Charles says. He pushes his glasses up, rubbing the pressure point between his eyebrows. “What is it?”

The sheaf of papers in Ollie’s hands apparently forgotten, he takes a crisp step toward Max. “Commander, sir.”

“He’s off duty,” Charles tells him. “Actually, he’s not even supposed to be in here.”

“You can just call me Max,” Max says, ignoring him. “Nice to meet you. Ollie, was it?”

“Yes, sir, Oliver Bearman. I’m a cadet with the Faenza Academy.”

“Faenza,” Max repeats, shooting Charles a warm look. Charles ignores him.

Ollie hesitates, shooting Charles a look. “It’s…well, it’s an honor. Charles, Oscar thinks he found the issue with Item 46.”

Charles grimaces. “Ah.”

“What’s item 46?” Max pipes up.

“Confidential,” Charles says with an eye roll.

“Even to me?”

“Yes, even to you.” Switching to Dutch, he adds, “I’ll come find you tomorrow. We should spar.”

“Fine,” Max answers. He gets to his feet, brushing imaginary dust off his jeans before tossing the rubber band ball back onto Charles’ desk. It knocks his cup of pens over; Charles glares. “You owe me lunch. I haven’t forgotten. I want Thai food.”

“Not Bangkok Bistro. We went last week.”

“Fine, somewhere else, but I want pad see ew. Ollie,” he adds in English, “lovely to meet you.”

“Thank you. You too, sir.”

“Don’t let Charles give you any shit, okay?” And then he slips around the doorway and is gone before Charles can even come up with a suitable insult.