#but when i apologize for not being there she brushes it off and keeps complaining and making me feel bad so i'm like

[gamerwoo]

hi im alive i think i have (had??) tonsillitis but my tonsils are feeling a lot better today and im less stuffy but i’ve stayed home from work all week and my boss and coworkers definitely hate me for it 🙃

but in good news: my new keyboard showed up!!!! it’s like clear/pink and it sounds super satisfying to type with, i just need to get used to the new spacing since it is smaller than my old one and doesn’t have a numpad but eeeee im excited to use it!!!!!

[denwritesandcries]

gf!Shauna Shipman HCs

Pairing: shauna shipman x fem!reader

Summary: To be Shauna's girlfriend is… Something else, to say at least.

Word count: 1,4k.

Content: 96’ timeline, cursing, suggestive, kissing, kinda toxic shauna, jealousy, fluff, the team being done with u two.

Note: I think that’s probably a little too long for headcanons but I’m really glad someone asked for it cause I love writing for Shauna sm.

English is not my first language.

- You most likely only spoke to each other because you were paired up on some project in a class that you both hate. A classic, but also one of the few ways for Shauna to actively approach anyone she hasn't known for years or been introduced to by Jackie, the girl isn't very sociable.

- She definitely found the most random and stupid reason possible to not like you at first, just because she enjoys being a little hater.

- Like she doesn't want to meet with you to discuss the topic and just leaves you to do your part alone and you just do it because this quiet girl on the football team is pretty hot and also scares the hell out of you.

- When you guys inevitably put it all together she'd take one look at it and say it's shit and make you do it all from scratch again in like one night as if it was your fault.

- And you simply wouldn't understand why she decided to pick on you. She’d have a beef with you that only exists in her head and you’ll be like??? Wondering why the heck she keeps staring at you like a judging hare even after getting (surprisingly) an A+.

(that’s a strangely accurate description, but you think it fits her perfectly well. Eyes widen following you and nose angrily twitching when you pass by.)

- She has a crush on you. Since the beginning. But she has too many problems to actually admit that to herself.

- She would finally admit that fell for you when she sees you reading something by an author she loves. She's a cliché and a failure, no matter how much she tries to deny it. You'd be in the stands during one of the Yellowjackets' practices (by pure chance, definitely not because you want to watch her too), with a notebook open at your side and a book on your lap, working on an assignment for extra credit, Shauna would see you when she stopped to have some water and she wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day.

Especially if it was something by Virginia Woolf, Emily Dickinson or Shirley Jackson. She’d go feral. Seriously.

- Then she finally decides to act (after some suspicious looks from Jackie and screams from Taissa for disturbing everyone during the game) and it's like she was never mean to you. She’ll literally act like she's already your friend because she doesn't know how to apologize and start something properly. Will sit next you in class – and kick out whoever actually sat there – and talk to you normally, looking away and chewing on the end of her pen, speaking in a soft and innocent voice.

- You're very much confused and a little suspicious about all this, but you're not gonna complain about it with her slowly running a hand up your arm and blinking her bright deep eyes at you. Even though she still stares. A lot.

- This is how you get a girlfriend, which isn't really what you expected at all, but it's a pretty welcome change.

- gf!Shauna who only asked you out and took you for a milkshake on your first date, even though she doesn't really like sweets, when she heard Nat tell Van that she was thinking about doing that exactly same thing and finally decided to do something (they did it on purpose, just so that Shauna would stop bothering them with her constant yearning).

- gf!Shauna who accompanies you to all your classes, sometimes even being late for hers. She is so show off carrying your backpack for you and walking close enough for your shoulders to brush and rushing to Jackie's side after opening the door for you.

- gf!Shauna who keeps a hand on you all the time, on your shoulder, on your waist, on your arm, but who is too shy to hold your hand and intertwine your fingers properly. She'll become a mess if you hold her hand in the hallways or in front of the team and pretend like she doesn't like it, complaining that you're being clingy (she won't let you let go of her hand at all though).

- gf!Shauna who is jealous and possessive as fuck, no one is safe from her, not even Jackie. She will shoot daggers with her eyes and scare anyone who even breathes near you in a way that makes her feel insecure. Especially if it's someone on the team. Lottie is usually a recurring target of her reactions, making a point of keeping as much distance as possible from Shauna on the field after she sees her talking to you.

- Will totally pretend not to care and say there's nothing wrong when you ask if she's alright, while silently seething with rage and acting weird towards you, keeping everything to herself until she eventually explodes. gf!Shauna who waits until she's alone to write shit about you and the other person in her diary with a horrible, rushed handwriting.

- gf!Shauna, with whom you have to be really patient.

- gf!Shauna with whom you have study dates where she actually makes you study because she won't admit being with someone with a poor average, but who will start kissing you pretty quick until she ends up straddling you the moment she gets tired and decides you both had enough.

- gf!Shauna who absolutely loves seeing you in the stands during practice or a game. She'll show off like never before as soon as she realizes you've come, especially if you yell or cheer for her when she scores a goal. Nat, Lottie and Tai are rolling eyes hard for you two every single time.

- gf!Shauna who takes you in her car wherever you want and whenever you want, driving with one hand on the steering and an elbow resting on the window. Who looks at you with her big eyes shining like a kicked puppy if you ever say you don't need a ride.

- gf!Shauna who has the worst, most questionable taste in movies ever and who gets outraged if you mention it or try to get her to change her choice on a movie night. She's too stubborn to change her mind, so you settle for admiring her profile and leaning back against her warm body on the couch.

- gf!Shauna with whom you have almost weekly sleepovers because her parents are too oblivious to realize there’s something between you. Sleeping in her bed under the pretext that the floor is too cold and keeping the door closed so as not to bother anyone with your teenage nonsense and loud music. It's the perfect combination.

- gf!Shauna who keeps her favorite polaroids of you on your dates alongside the photos of her and Jackie on her bedroom wall.

- gf!Shauna who's always the big spoon and loves feeling your body against hers. She's practically a furnace, perfect for hiding your face on her neck or chest. The best way to fall asleep is with her arms around you and your face buried in her soft skin.

- gf!Shauna who loves to bite and leave marks for every inch of exposed skin you have. Who bites your shoulder joint and digs her nails into your back when you have her pressed against the mattress or the lockers in the changing room.

- gf!Shauna who goes crazy when she sees you in her clothes, especially her button-down shirts and flannels. Sometimes even hides your clothes just to have the excuse to give you hers, because she doesn't know how to ask you to wear them.

- gf!Shauna who writes cheesy and lame love poems for you like a victorian poet, because she doesn't know how to express herself in words without being on impulse or in a fight. You always praise her and thank her a thousand times for them, without letting her know that you don't understand most of what she writes.

- gf!Shauna who demands you tell her you love her before she does it first. She literally asks for it. And then she only says it back weeks later, rushed and nervous, at the moment you least expect it.

[readychilledwine]

Bound by Fate pt 8

Summary - When Kaylee Archeron meets Azriel, her world turns upside down. Between balancing her trauma, new powers, a mating bond, and war looming over her new home, Kaylee learns that everything is not as little as it once seemed.

Warnings - Violence, a tiny dragon, Elain being mean, sappy batboys trying to get their Kaylee home

A/n - Sheeeeees baaaaaack. I cut this into a part 8 and part 9 because I felt the ending was dramatic enough alone. Also, I am hoping I got all of you on the taglist, but please let me know if you want to be added or if I missed you. I am hitting my tag limit with this story, so I apologize for the reblog that's about to come.

Also, thank you @sarawritestories for cheering me on through my love hate relationship with this chapter

Series Masterlist ✨️ Azriel Masterlist ✨️ Master Masterlist

Azriel had never felt more broken than he did right now.

She was lonely.

His mate was lonely.

He moved to her slowly, kneeling before her and stroking her cheek. “Let me take you home, Kaylee. It's going to get too cold here. You hate being cold.”

Kaylee wouldn't look at him. She didn't move from his touch, but she didn't acknowledge him either. It stung him to his core to see her like this. “Kaylee, starlight, please, come home. I will bring you back tomorrow if I must, just please come home.”

“Did you do it?” 

Azriel knew immediately what she meant. His stomach dropped as he got closer, finally feeling her soft skin under his. “No. I never touched her. You are mine, Kaylee. I am yours." He took her chin in his hand, forcing her face to his. "You are the only female I will ever want. I've waited over 500 years for you.”

And those long years wishing to the lost souls during Starfall and to every twinkling piece of starlight felt so miniscule now. What was 500 years compared to the eternity he was fated to have with Kaylee. Beautiful, kind, and innocent Kaylee. “I would never risk losing you.”  He almost jumped as the drake huffed, golden brown eyes opening to stare at the 3 males before snuggling into Kaylee. 

Azriel tentatively reached out, patting the nose of the beast resting his head in Kaylee's lap. “He is fairly attached to you already.” 

“Can you blame him?” Cassian took a small step towards Kaylee, gently tilting her head up. “Have you ever met someone like our Kaylee?”

Rhysand then moved closer to. “Such pure souls are rare. And it appears we all made a mistake while dealing with this one.” His hand brushed her golden hair back. “Come home, little sister.”

She shook her head, eyes watering as she snuggled into the drake's snoot and kissed it. “He is so lonely.” Another soft huff came. Then, the scent of magic. Where a large drake once laid, a small one now sat in Kaylee's hands. Wide blue eyes turned to Rhysand, a pout already forming and triggering a distant memory he didn't dare linger on for too long. “Can we keep him?” 

An otter, a drake, a rabbit, a fox. Azriel had lost track of the animals sneaking into Kaylee's room to join her as she slept soundly in his arms. She had never said she forgave him, never asked for more of an explanation, but she knew she did not want him to leave again. She knew she wanted him in her bed, even if a small scaled creature now shared her pillow. 

He pulled her close, breathing in her freshly cleaned hair. The scent of strawberries was clinging to her, but it was not her. Her natural scent had started to change, and Azriel could not complain. It now reminded him of a soft rain mixing with lilac, as if she was becoming nature itself.

He smiled as she turned over, hooking her leg over his. He pulled her closer, sighing softly at the same time she did. For the first time since she left with Lucien, Azriel found himself drifting off to sleep. Even if a creature he should have feared was currently crawling onto his mate and curling up on her side near him. 

Kaylee hated mornings, but she especially hated waking up alone after asking her mate to stay. As if he knew, Azriel walked into the room a tray in his hands as gray pants rested low on his hips. “Good morning,” he sent a small plate on the floor, watching as the unnamed drake went to the raw meat. His attention was then solely on her as he set the tray down and offered her his arm, leading her to the sitting area of her lavish room. 

Rhys had decorated it with pillows and throw blankets. She remembered him sparkling with pride as the mix of deep blues and golds, as if decorating so simply was a difficult task. She has praised him nonetheless, cherishing the budding relationship with her new big brother, and somehow sensing he needed a little sister to tell him how fantastic he truly was. She did just notice, though, how they matched Azriel's siphons. “This doesn't count as accepting the bond, right?”

Azriel chuckled softly as he gave Kaylee oatmeal and fruits, “Not unless you plan on feeding or serving me. Do you want to talk now or eat first?” They both jumped as the sound of blowing fire filled the room before a heavy munching noise. “Well that answers that question.”

He watched her as she ate. He memorized little things. How she swayed when she ate. How her nose would crinkle, smile going wide when she tasted something she was really enjoying. How her mouth would twitch when she smelled things. “You understand now why we wouldn't eat your food?”

Kaylee smiled as she rolled her eyes, “I cooked that meal.”

He clocked her nose twitch, noting it for later. “You did? Is that a preview of my future? Because if it is, I will prepare my own mating meal and just have you serve it."

Her jaw fell open before she threw a grape at him. “You are so mean.” 

“Tasted like shit.”

“Then I guess it's good I didn't actually make it.”

“Thank the Mother. I was concerned for my stomach." Kaylee smiled before leaning in to kiss bis cheek. "

Your nose twitches when you lie.” He watched her face fall slightly. “I noticed it when you told Feyre you would be okay after that first dinner. Then again, when she left after the first meeting. You also dance when you eat. When you sleep, your legs move until you find the perfect spot for them.”

Kaylee felt herself flushing, hearing all his little observations of her smallest habits, and Azriel smirked before he continued. “You whisper when you read, sounding out each word until you know you're correct. That's how we realized you couldn't read. You braid your hair when you get nervous. Rhys found that one for me as he was teaching you. You do all these simple little things that make me believe you are the most beautiful precious thing.” 

He grabbed her hands, holding them in his own. “I am sorry.” She nodded, brows raising to indicate to continue. He noted that as well, predicted this would not be his last apology to his mate. “I allowed myself to put duty before you, and it put us in a situation where you felt I was someone you could no longer trust. Rhysand and I have discussed his part in this, and he will apologize later, but my part hurt you more.” 

Kaylee felt herself losing her will to hold on to what little anger she had as he moved, kneeling before her. “I am sorry I was ever in her room. I am sorry I was too shocked to leave. I am sorry I did not speak with you right away that morning.”

“It's okay.” She could hardly blink before he kneeled for her. “Az-”

“It's not okay, Kaylee.” He listened to her heart as he touched her lower thighs. “I hurt you. I failed to protect you. I failed you as your mate.”

“Azriel-”

“Let me finish.” He brushed the tears falling on her face and sighed. “My job as your mate is to ensure you feel loved, that you are safe, and that you know we are equals in everything. I have allowed myself to be pulled away from you, and you needed me much more than your sisters did, didn't you?”

Kaylee looked to the ceiling, the door, anywhere but the male who she knew could feel every raw emotion she had. He squeezed her thighs softly, bringing her back to him. “Your silence is enough of an answer for me to know I have failed you. If you believe I am worthy of a third chance, I will not fail you again. I will be a male worthy of your love.” She was silent, too stunned to speak. “Kaylee, my love, please.”

Kaylee had to admit, Azriel looked pretty on his knees. He looked pretty begging for forgiveness over something that he didn't do. Over something she was learned was planned by her own sisters. 

Azriel kissed her palms, holding her hands so tightly it was as if he feared she'd disappear like the wind. "Whatever I have to do, whatever you need me to be, whatever you need. I will do anything to be worthy of holding you again. Kaylee, please." 

Kaylee just sighed, cupping his cheek as she did and stared into those desperate hazel eyes. “We have two weeks to put a strong united front.” He nodded in agreement, but his brows knit in confusion over the statement. “I want to also have a better relationship with you within two weeks. Just to shove it to Eris. But that also means you have to allow me to do something first.” He jumped her without hesitation, crashing her lips to his and delighting in her laughter. 

He would give Kaylee the world, live and breathe solely for the purpose of her happiness, and now he had to prove it.

Dinner that night was silent as Kaylee watched Elain watching Azriel. He had not left Kaylee's side since long slow kisses were shared in her room. They had only stopped when Rhys and Feyre came, knocking on the door after their late breakfast. The Lord and Lady laughed as Kaylee answered the door, hair a tangled mess from Azriel's hands while he laid panting on her bed in a state of bliss. 

He had not even left her as Rhysand trained her powers, watching as she called forth every beast and creature in her collection and communicated with them. Her powers had grown quickly, almost too quickly. The warning was still visible on her discolored fingers.

Kaylee had access to levels of magic that had not been granted since the first fae, levels that were hand given out by the Gods to their chosen few and carrying along those bloodlines in the rarest form. Lucien's warning rang in his and Rhysand's head, a warning of the former tamer who turned more beast than fae before walking off into the forest to never been seen again. 

It festered in the thoughts of both males as they communicated silently, involving Amren as they all looked to the youngest sister's discolored fingertips. It's as if the magic I'd eating at her body, Amren was studying her like a hawk. I will look into the Books.

Kaylee cut into her potato, smiling slightly as Azriel traded her steamed vegetables for the serving of meat she had not touched. “Kaylee, we're going to have to find a way to supplement proteins in your diet.”

Nesta shook her head and spoke softly, “She will get over it.” Nesta had been Kaylee's first fight since learning the truth. Her oldest sister had folded immediately. All cattiness out of her body as soon as they were alone together. Broken together.

And Nesta was broken. A simple fact Kaylee had known for a while. Her oldest sister had not thought of the consequences. She had just wanted Kaylee to hurt as much as she was, and watching her thrive, watching her grow, it had been too much. Kaylee allowed Nesta to hold her to whisper each apology. An apology for not protecting her, for what happened to them, for failing as a sister, and Kaylee accepted each one. It was a side of Nesta reserved only for Kaylee. The side of Nesta she told Cassian about and prayed had not been stolen from them. 

Nesta smiled to Kaylee, “She did this even when we were-” the sentence trailed off with the fond memory. “Azriel, the earring you bought Kaylee are lovely.”

“They are, aren't they?” Rhys moved to brush blonde hair behind a pointed ear. “They work well with the sapphires.” Small diamond twinkled next to the earring Azriel had given her before the Cauldron, sparkling in the light and showing off her newest piercing. 

Azriel maintained his mask, but moved a hand to her thigh under the table. “Only the best for my mate.” 

“And if she doesn't actually want you?” The question hung in the air. “Or if you don't truly want her? You two are forced together. Do you not deserve a choice, Azriel?"

“Elain,” Lucien's warning was a whisper. “Thread carefully.”

Lucien watched as the young Archeron put her silverware down. He watched her take out those mentioned earrings as everything paused as Feyre moved closer to Rhysand and away from Elain. 

“Mother fuck!” Cassian jumped back as Kaylee jumped Elain and chaos ensued. Nesta was the first to her two younger sisters, trying to pull the small wild animal that had taken Kaylee's place off of Elain as Mor and Amren watched with amused smiles. Rhys was next, touching Nesta's shoulder, stating he would handle it, only to be met with a well placed elbow from the now smirking eldest sister.

Azriel and Lucien stared at each other, both rapidly motioning for the other to do something as Kaylee landed a solid punch on Elain's shoulder. "You first. I insist," Lucien motioned towards them. "I already am missing one eye. I would like to keep the other." It was instantly noted by all in the room how the youngest sister was refusing to truly hurt Elain, to damage her more as tears of frustration and anger poured down Kaylee's face.

It was Cassian who finally took the youngest, throwing her over her shoulder and leaving the room with her. Kaylee watched each of his graceful steps, knowing where they were going as she clung to his leathers crying. He sunk her into the training ring, stepping back a few feet before getting into a stance and nodding. 

He braced himself for her sloppy attacks, knowing more than anything to cover his face, but knowing this was nothing. This was nothing compared to her anger when she first woke up. The only difference between the Kaylee before him and the one who begged to be trained was precision. He saw his opening, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her back to his chest. “Breathe, Kaylee.” He kissed the back of her head as her thrashing stopped. “Just breathe.” 

She could not see Cassian as the sobs slowed. She could not see the concern on his face as he looked to the skies.

Flying there in its full glory, circling above them like a predator searching for prey, was her drake, and Cassian was just hoping he, and no one in Velaris, was about to be it's next meal.

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[pynkgothicka]

Ｋｉｌｌ Ｆｏｒ Ｙｏｕｒ Ｌｏｖｅ ＭＹＧ

Synopsis- Yoongi tried his hardest to keep his crime life away from you, but some people really test him.

Pairing - Yandere! Dark! Mobster! Yoongi x AFAB! Reader

Featuring - No one!

Word Count - Around 1k

Tags and Warnings - Death, Murder, Fluff, Slight Gaslighting

Authors Note - Just something small I was working on. I believe I want to do more one offs since I’m offically done with school for the summer.

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Staring at your reflection in the mirror you could only feel some sense of remorse. Mourning for the old person you were before you met him. Now you wore light makeup and put on dresses that hugged your body.

You would have never seen yourself looking like this if not for him.

The vanity was littered with photos he took of you and ones you took of him alike. He consumed your every waking thought and every hour. Even finding yourself trying to keep busy instead of sadly waiting for him to get home.

However today he wanted you with him. It was rare that you were allowed to go with him when he talked business. To be honest it just felt good being able to be with him and not just within his home.

You smiled at yourself before getting up and heading downstairs to see your boyfriend looking at his phone, a focused look on his face. “You look so hot like that.” You say walking past him and into the kitchen. You grabbed a box of cereal and poured it into a bowl.

Yoongi snickered looking at you. “Mhmm, and I love it when you get dressed up for me,” he says resting his hands on your hips as you pour milk into your cereal. You could feel your face heat up before his head rested on the small of your neck. He kissed it, taking in a deep shiff of your natural smell. “I love it when you wear this scent.”

“Aw stop it, you know I do it for you Yoongs.” You say turning to the side to place a small peck on his lips.

🚬

With his hand on your thigh and your head on his shoulder, you couldn't help but be more bored with the droning talk of deals and territories. You popped on and off your phone case, as Yoongis's voice rumbled in your ears.

“Yoongi, m’ ready to go…” You mumble, head-turning into his chest. Your boyfriend lets out a sigh before leaning over to kiss the crown of your head.

“Just a few more moments alright, then we can do whatever you want sweetheart,” Yoongi promised into your hair. You could tell the man he was talking to was becoming more agitated by your presence.

The man groans, Yoongi lifts his head to look at the man, his face is stern. “Are we gonna do business or not? I don't see why your girl has to be here.” The man complained. Yoongis eyebrow twitched at that. “She's being a fucking distraction, and I came to talk business. Are we doing the drop or what?”

You were slightly offended by the man's comments. You liked being around Yoongi, and he liked having you around for once. You didn't see why he had to be so negative.

Yoongi leans forward resting his elbows on his knees as he looks at the man. “You don't have enough respect for her, so you don't respect me, or my fucking business. So don't come at me talking about business.” Yoongi retorted raising his voice at the man. You were grateful for a man who would defend your honor.

“Dude you're all up in he-”

“Apologize.”

“What?”

Yoongi grabs your chin making you look at the man. You groan at the feeling, cheeks pressed in by his fingers. “Apologize to her,” Yoongi said, face showing little to no expression. You could see in his other hand, his gun rested casually. Thumb brushed against the barrel, an engraving of your name in gold. He got it done for your two-month anniversary. “Or you could get your brains blown out. I don’t care for either option.”

The man quickly begins to speak. “I'm sorry, Ma'am I'm very sorry.” Yoongi turns to look at you.

“And what do you say?”

“T-Thank yo-” But you cut off with a loud bang. And then your own loud scream.

🚬

Yoongi had planned a dinner later on in the car. Mainly as an apology for killing the man in front of you. Especially after he realized how shocked you were looking at the body afterward. You’d never been that close to that side of his life anymore.

You leaned on the island watching as he moved. His hand moved the wooden spoon gracefully as he sauteed the beef tips and potatoes. Your stomach groaned at the smell, however, his cooking always smelled this good.

“Yoongi, can I at least taste the seasoning you used?” You plead, doing your best puppy dog eyes for him. He only let out a chuckle, passing you a small bowl of beef tips with potatoes. You took a fork and began to eat, humming at the flavor. “You’re always such an amazing cook. Thank you… I know I usually cook but I appreciate the break baby.”

“I didn’t want you to have to worry about anything tonight. I want you to rest your nerves and chill out. It's the least I can do as an apology.” He says setting aside the finished entree. He turned to look at you, a genuine expression on his face. “I promised to not kill anyone in front of you when I first got you, and I broke that agreement over my anger.”

You practically swooned over that. He was so sweet in his own twisted way.

“I appreciate that so much. Maybe I should let you kill someone in front of me more often” Yoongi chuckled at that and nodded smiling at you.

“Nope, don't test it, baby.”

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[annie-creates]

Life without you

Pairing: Abby Anderson x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1000

Note: This is a cute little comfort fluffy fic.

With a heavy sigh you close the door of your small apartment in the Firefly base, shrugging your jacket off and placing your shoes by the door. The living room is quiet and dark, not even the kitchenette light left on. No wonder the place is vacant, it must be long past midnight at this point. Not having the energy to even eat you quickly brush your teeth changing into the pajamas you left in the bathroom this morning. You’re trying to keep quiet, not wanting to disturb the night peace of the place. Carefully you open the bedroom door, your girlfriends form steadily breathing on her side of bed.

You whine in pain as you sit on your side of the bed trying to relieve your tensed up muscles, the mattress dipping under your weight. With the many people who kept arriving at your camp, a lot of them needed your help as a doctor. Count in your regular patients and those who got hurt during patrols and hunting and you were overwhelmed with work. Sleep was a foreign concept to you at this point, your body running solely on caffeine and cold showers. The rare nights when you could take the time to actually go home and sleep you returned deep into the night and left before sunrise, hardy even having the time for a conversation with your girlfriend.

“Hi.” Comes from behind you and you feel the duvets shifting.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you up.” You apologize in a tender voice.

“You didn’t.” But it’s clearly not true. “A lot of work?”

“A crazy lot of work.” You admit crawling into bed, Abby offering her strong embrace to you. “I wouldn’t even wish upon anyone to see it.”

“That bad?” She chuckles amused.

“Nah, even worse.” Is all you say because the last thing you want to talk about when finally coming home is your never-ending work again.

Your mind goes back to a year ago when Abby joined the fireflies, needing your medical help herself. She was a much different person back then, hurt and skinny, but also guarded and insecure. She came out of her shell a lot over the time, being an amazing companion, endlessly supportive and caring. She always understood when you had too much work or needed her to reassure you in your skills. Her hair had grown out to a shot bob now and she built her muscles into a strong frame.

“When was the last time you slept?” She asks watching the dark bags under your beautiful eyes.

“Um, Monday? What day is it?” You answer unsure, your mind and eyes already too heavy to hold a meaningful conversation.

“Thursday.” From her vice it’s clear Abby doesn’t approve of this, but all she does is tighten her hold on you.

She carefully caresses your back and you play with her short hair. You told her how beautiful she’d look with it longer, but she’s adamant on not letting it grow longer than her collar bones. It’s practical, won’t get in her way in a fight, she always says, but you can see she has deeper reasons not to want long hair she’s not yet ready to share with you. As you’re falling into slumber, a harsh knock on the front door startles you awake.

“Really?” You complain under your breath getting up to open the door before your girlfriend can stop you.

You open the door to find the west group’s captain on the other side, tapping his foot impatiently. You can already guess where this is going, waving your sleep a goodbye in your head for another night. Sometimes it felt like the planet would stop turning and freeze over if you took just thirty minutes to have a break. You contemplate shutting the door in his face but you’re just not that kind of person, besides there could be an actual emergency needing your attention.

“What can I do for you?” You offer instead.

“I need you to come look at one of our guys, he got an arrow to his knee and…” He keeps rumbling.

“Do you know what time it is!?” shutting him up your girlfriend inserts herself into the door frame, her arms already folded over her broad chest in anger. “You have like ten other doctors to look after him, let this one have a night of sleep, Jesus Christ.”

“But he’s…” He tries to argue with her, not knowing it’s equivalent to signing your own death certificate.

“He’s not going to die till morning. For fucks sake.” Not letting him continue she shuts the door with a harsh swing. “You really need to learn how to say no sometimes.” She admonishes you being in a rage.

“Thank you, my knight in a shining armor.” It’s only half joke because you know deep down she’s right and people need to stop using you so much. “What would I do without you.”

“Die of sleep deprivation.” The look on her face is serious but you see it in her eyes she’s not actually mad at you.

Hugging her neck you give her a loving kiss, content you might actually get some sleep in tonight now. She picks you up forcing you to hang your lets around her waist and carries you back to bed, wrapping herself around you like a snake to stop you from getting up again and also because she loves your affection and scent. It wasn’t hard to get sleepy again in her warm embrace full of love and care.

“Now sleep.” She commands you and you have no intention to disobey her.

Sometimes you really didn’t know what you’d do without her, but she felt equally lost in the world without you. She couldn’t let you get yourself hurt one way or another, partly because she wouldn’t know what to do with herself if you weren’t by her side. At this point she couldn’t imagine her life without you.

[matchadobo]

hello! can i request ace reacting to his female plus size s/o wearing a beautiful dress and makeup (the whitebeard pirates has a party to attend) because usually she barely do things like that and this is the first time he has ever seen her like this :D

ACE; the way you look tonight

wc: 688 i made it clear in my rules that i wouldn't do any appearance-specific request bc i just don't roll like that homie. buuuut i'd love to write for ace in this set-up ���🥺 thanks for the requesttt! but next time, please stick to my rules. warning/s: afab reader, all fluff, just ace being so whipped for you 🥺

"i mean it now, i swear!" you reiterated as you give one more brush up of blush and a sprit of your perfume. after having one last look at yourself in the mirror, you gave yourself one last smile at your appearance. "i'm coming out now, ace."

"i don't believe you at this point, i'll let the crew go ahead, oka- oh fuck!" ace fell backwards when you opened the door, completely lying on the floor. once he gazed at you, he mumbled through his breath that you once again took away. "oh fuck..."

he mused at you as you donned a tight, red dress to match his three-piece, red tux, its glitters shone and almost blinded him. the v-cut by the chest enhanced your mounds, the dumbass gulp as his saliva got stuck on his throat. you were garbed with an long, white gloves that made you look even more regal. you clutched a white purse, sophisticatedly lined with gold; it's a gift from him. and my god, the rouge you colored your lips and cheeks with seemed to have made you even more radiant. your eyes are more striking with the sharp eyeliner and voluminous mascara, he found himself getting lost at your eyes despite lying flat on the floor at your feet.

he had his mouth agape, sitting down to get a better look at you from head to toe back to your face again. a vivid, red blush made its way from his neck to his ears to his entire face. he pressed his lips together before hanging his head down low.

"i-i'd like to apologize," he said through the violent rhythm of his heart. "i shouldn't have rushed you, you look like a fucking princess." he covered his face, trying to calm down.

you found yourself smiling ear to ear, you bent down to your knees and placed a hand on his shoulder. "don't be silly, ace. i really took a long time, sorry for making you wait like that."

"no, no, i mean- l-look at you! this is the first time i've seen you so... so..." he seems to forget whatever he was cooking with his statement when he gave you one more look, the kind smile on your lips made his chest even tighter. your freckled lover just whined again, hiding his face in his palms. "will you please, please, do this more often? i-i just... love the way you look tonight. you're so... pretty." he can't keep his eyes off you, gaze frantically trying to memorize and engrave the way you look tonight in his brain. "i'll even help you! i'll curl or brush your hair! i'd learn make up! i'd go with you to shop for dresses, i'd gift you stuff!"

tears almost pooled in your eyes, you fanned them so as to not smudge your make up. you held his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks together as his mouth made that of similar to a fish. his eyes got even more frantic at your actions and at how close you are.

god, he is so in love with you. you really have him wrapped around your finger, on a goddamn chokehold. you just never stop taking his breath away, nor do you ever look unattractive to him even in your normal look without the cosmetics and accesories. your eyes somehow always look brighter each time you two lock eyes, he says he needs a map outta it 🤣.

"you're so cute~" you pouted, pressing a quick kiss on the corner of his lips. "now, enough dilly-dallying! i don't wanna keep the crew long!"

he'd always show you off and give you a spin each time he had the chance. the entire evening, he compliments you so much you'll feel your ears ring! but you're no complainer! ace always loves to shower you with love. and when a moment to dance comes whether it'll be a party dance or a slow dance, he'll always invite you and have you be completely free and happy with the way you look. that's just the kind of lover he is.

[blessedwithabadomen]

in love with the mess - day nine

summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she's decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and... well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?

content : smut (p in v, dirty talk), angst, drinking, fluff

length : 6.5k

tags (let me know if you want to be tagged!) : @veronicaphoenix @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @jilliemiw86 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @narcissisticbehavior81 @flowery-mess @shilohrosechicken @justeli6 @starvingarsyn @floatinglikeaswan @blacksoul-27 @somebodyels3 @kageyasma @spikeisdaddy @broken0mens

a/n : Here's to hoping this is not as shit as my brain keeps trying to convince me it is. Also apologies to @veronicaphoenix​, maybe do some of the meditation you mentioned in your last comments before reading 😅

•••

day nine

I woke up with a headache, Oli’s arms around me and… a tongue on my cheek? It certainly had me more awake than my alarm did. With utter confusion, I pulled away, only to see Oli licking his lips. When my hand traced my cheek I felt something sticky that definitely wasn’t just his saliva.

“We forgot about the chocolate,” he laughed. “Looks like one of them melted and got stuck to your cheek.”

“And obviously your first idea was to lick it off me.”

“What can I say, I like to get my tongue on you.”

“Fucking hell,” I complained, but he knew I didn’t mean it. I still ended up pushing him off as he tried to reach for my cheek again. “Time to get up, Liverpool’s waiting.”

I didn’t want to look in the mirror. I could feel my swollen eyes, remnants of yesterday’s crying session. But it was no use. As soon as Oli left for his own room, I ventured into the bathroom, assessing the damage and trying to control it as much as possible with make-up. No one needed to see that far into my private life just from the state of my face.

I didn’t allow myself to linger, though. Getting ready, packing my things, shoving my suitcase into the trailer, catching a few more breaths of fresh air before bus call. It would have to do.

Noah was leaning against the wall next to the entrance of the hotel, sunglasses on even in the low light, scrolling his phone, looking bored out of his mind. I’d almost managed to forget last night’s text. The turmoil they’d added to my already existent worries. But it came crashing back now, with a single look at him.

Only, when I approached him, he seemed to pretend nothing at all had happened.

“I’m a bit fragile today,” he groaned, giving me a brief hug and a smile. It bothered me that I couldn’t see his eyes. And that he wasn’t acting differently at all. As if I hadn’t brushed him off yesterday.

“Are we seriously not going to talk about those texts?” I asked, more harshly than I meant to.

Noah looked nothing short of surprised. “Texts?”

“Do you… do you seriously not remember texting me last night? Fucking hell, Noah, how much did you have to drink?”

He sheepishly unlocked his phone again, scrolling through our conversation, the realisation dawning on his face. It quickly turned into what I could only describe as regret. “Fuck, it was… I definitely had some drinks.”

I craved being angry. I craved pushing him away, physically too, yelling at him for the emotional chaos he kept putting me through, but there was no fight left in me that morning. Not after last night, after I’d cried my eyes out to Oli, a resounding headache proof of it.

“You can’t keep doing this,” I sighed, resigned. I put a hand up to my forehead, pressing against the pounding that seemed to increase my the minute. “You can’t say you only want fun and then turn around and do things like these. It’s not fair to me. It’s not fair to any of us.”

Noah was reaching for me. I found myself taking a step back, but his hand still touched my arm and I let him. As I always let him.

“Aubrey…”

He didn’t get to say whatever was on his mind. A shy voice appeared out of nowhere - not really out of nowhere, but my focus had been entirely on the man in front of me - asking if Noah had a moment for a picture. His whole demeanour changed in an instant, my Noah was buried under Noah Sebastian from Bad Omens, happily agreeing but making sure the fan knew he had to leave for the bus soon. They’d snapped a photo or two when I noticed that her eyes were moving back and forth between the two of us.

“I probably shouldn’t ask,” she admitted, rushing her words. “But are you two together? I saw a picture online where you were holding hands and I just wanted to say that you look so cute together and I promise I won’t tell anyone if you tell me!”

Out of all the things I could have possibly expected, this wasn’t one of them. Noah and I? A picture? My brain rattled. Someone must have spotted us in Newcastle when I took him shopping. Where he indeed held my hand. And now there was a photo, possibly all over the internet, causing rumours of all sorts. I looked toward Noah, trying to hide my emerging panic. He knew I needed him to take the lead.

“Aubrey works with Oli actually,” he explained, putting his hand around my shoulders and pulling me close, which felt rather unnecessary in the situation. “We like to hang out. But thank you.”

It felt like a cop-out. He hadn’t outright told her that we weren’t a couple. But he also hadn’t said that we were. Somehow, I wished he had been more adamant into one direction. Either of them. Just to hear him take a clear stand, for once.

The situation was interrupted by someone calling my name now, someone from our crew letting me now it was time to get on the bus within the next five minutes. I gave him a nod. Noah was saying goodbye to the fan, waiting for her to be a certain distance from us, before putting his attention back on me.

“Aubrey…” he started once again.

“I’ll have to get on the bus. I’ll see you when we’re in Liverpool.”

I didn’t leave immediately. At least not until Noah gave me a sad nod and removed his arm from my body. It felt all wrong.

•••

All I wanted to do was call Lia. But knowing her schedule, she was in the middle of work. Plus, there was currently no place on the bus that gave me any sort of privacy and it definitely wasn’t going to be a conversation I needed anyone to overhear. Oli, on the other hand, very much was on the phone, waving everyone away who came close enough to potentially overhear. I ventured into the little lounge at the back of the bus instead. Lee and Mat were, once again hooked to the playstation. I wondered how bands had ever survived before tour busses offered consoles.

“Hey, stranger,” Mat smiled, beckoning me to come in and patting the seat next to him. “Long time no see.”

It was true. On tours we’d been on before, I’d almost become a staple to the group. Most of the time, if only what I thought was by association to Oli, I ended up hanging out with them more than the crew. But this tour had taken me for a toll. Not only had I been spending out with just Oli a lot more, Noah had also appeared in the picture and monopolised the time I usually spend with the rest of the band. I felt a little awkward, now, dropping myself onto the couch next to Mat, but he seemed to pay no mind to it.

I watched as they played, both Mat and Lee attempting to make a little small talk, but both of them also much too invested in winning their round to concentrate much on anything else.

“Fuck that, I’m getting some beer,” Lee announced, getting up and throwing his controller my way.

“Bit early?”

“We’re on tour, Aubrey, time doesn’t mean anything. Now take over for me and kick Mat’s arse, he’s been fucking annoying.”

I didn’t wait to be told twice, motioning for Mat to start another round. We both knew I barely had a chance against him - as much as I enjoyed the occasional game, he had insane amounts of practice on me. The only thing I’d ever beating him in was Mario Kart. I hadn’t let him live that one down yet.

“You’re keeping Oli on his toes, you know?”

I kept myself from turning toward him, questioningly staring at the screen instead, where I desperately tried to keep myself alive.

“Pretty much it’s the other way. I am working for him and he makes sure I don’t forget that.”

Mat chuckled next to me, “He has you running around a lot, hasn’t he? You’re also running around in his mind though.”

“Mat, that’s fucking cheesy,” I replied, so aghast that I looked away from the screen for a second to long. He didn’t waste any time finishing my character off. Putting his hands in the air with a noise of success, I stole the main controller away from him and made quick work of changing the game to Mario Kart.

“Not a lie though,” he laughed, letting me pick my one gaming strength without complaints. “He does care, you know.”

“He can be a fucking dickhead,” I replied, chucking the controller back to him and choosing a character with my own.

I mentally moved the pictures of him holding me and listening to my worries just the night before away. Instead, I forced myself to think about his teasing, about how non-committal he was, about how he never really seemed to speak his mind. Even when I talked to him and Noah at the pub that night, he simply agreed with whatever the other man had suggested and made a joke out of it. I hadn’t forgotten that.

“He’s trying,” Mat sighed. The countdown was on the screen now, briefly capturing our attention as we tried to get the perfect start. “I’m not sure if it’s showing, but he is. And he can’t fucking stop talking about you. The guys and I have considered making you a banned topic when we’re together.”

The blush rose up on my cheeks. I was well aware that many of my waking hours were spent thinking about Oli or Noah or both of them. Somehow, it hadn’t quite crossed my mind that it would be the same for them. The fact that I was occupying his brain even when I wasn’t around left a giddiness in me that I harshly chased away.

“I don’t know if trying is good enough,” I admitted, throwing another shell that hit Mat dead on behind me. “I’m not here to fix him or make him better.”

“You’re already doing that, just by existing.”

I wasn’t sure if I’d ever heard Mat talk like that. I didn’t want to linger on it, instead making quick work of crossing the finishing line with just a minor lead. Mat grumbled something about needing a beer, too, and how he kept getting tricked into playing Mario Kart with him as if he hadn’t willingly participated. He was almost out the door, when he turned around.

“By the way, what the fuck is going on with him and Noah?”

I bit back the smile. “I have no fucking clue.”

It wasn’t even a lie.

•••

Oli was a bundle of energy. We’d successfully checked in and made our way to the venue right next to the hotel, but no one was ready for soundcheck yet, so Oli was bouncing off the walls in between a few interviews, journalists coming and going as I sent him this room and that place to get it all done in time. It included reminded both him and the interviewers of the end of their allotted time when Oli simply wouldn’t stop talking.

“Coffee run?” Oli asked as we finally had a few minutes after the last interview. Bad Omens were busy soundchecking, leaving Bring Me with the later slot.

“Are you insane? The last thing you need is more caffeine.”

“At least get me some chips then. Being near the water makes me hungry.”

“How the fuck did you just change your mind from coffee to chips,” I asked, but I was already gathering my things to leave and figure out where to get what Oli desired.

“Don’t question the genius.”

“Alight, get your genius arse somewhere useful then until I’m back,” I scoffed as I left.

Luckily, my phone directed me quite easily to the nearest chip shop only a few minutes away on the dock. I made the best of the time and finally dialled Lia’s number, praying she’d be at her regularly scheduled break and available.

“What can I do for the number two angel in my life?” she greeted me enthusiastically.

“Only number two?” I tried to joke, but the words almost got caught in my throat. Just hearing her voice and feeling her love through the phone was enough to get me teary-eyed again.

“Oh, Aubrey, talk to me.”

She could always see through me so easily. It was eerie at times, but I’d grown so accustomed to putting on a poker face for so many people of my life that it felt rather freeing that I couldn’t even try to pretend in front of her.

“I’m in love,” it blubbered out of me before I could stop it. I dodged a few people who looked like they were heading to the gig tonight, keeping my head down just in case anyone would somehow recognise me. At least when I was on the verge of crying.

“And that is a bad thing?”

“Yes!” I almost shouted, briefly forgetting about my plan not to draw any attention to myself. “It is horrible. Because I’m in love with two fucking men who both told me they only want some fun.”

I wasn’t sure how long it took to fill her in with the happenings of the past days. Manchester already seemed like a lifetime ago with how much had gone down in the meantime. Lia was as quiet as she could be as the person that she was, which said a lot really, and I appreciated it. I simply needed to get it all out in one go before the nerve left me.

She stayed quiet for a little bit after that and I let her. I had long found the takeaway I’d been heading to, pacing back and forth in front of it, unable to keep still until I heard her judgement and, possibly, her advice.

“Two things,” she finally said. “One: Those boys are lying to you and to themselves because no one who just wants to get their dicks wet behaves like that. However, you can’t force them into anything they won’t admit to themselves. And unfortunately I have no way of telling if they’ll get a grip. I can offer to bash their heads in if they don’t though.” A choked chuckle erupted from my throat. “Two: You need to think about how much you can take and you need to be selfish. If your arrangement works for you, go do them as much as you like and enjoy it. But you’re hurting right now because you’re not getting what you need and what you deserve. And you’ve been down that road before. Don’t let yourself be destroyed just to be what you think someone else wants you to be. You’re worth so much more than that.”

“Lia, I…”

“Don’t answer any of that right now. Just think it over. I love you, okay? I need to get back to work now, but text or call me any time. I’m just a train ride away, always.”

I ended up with so many tears streaming down my face, the poor cashier at the chip shop barely understood my order.

•••

Noah was avoiding me, plain and simple. It was even that I’d actively attempted to speak to him again - after our short talk this morning and Lia’s reassurance, it felt justified to expect him to come to me if he had anything to say. However, it remained painfully obvious that he would turn the other way if he saw me in the hallway, move to a different room if I entered and absolutely refuse to make eye contact through it all. It was starting to grind my gears.

I decided to move back to Oli’s dressing room, spending the time before the show would start with him. At least he wasn’t running from me. He was sitting in the farthest corner of the room, facing the door, and yet, as soon as he saw me, he snapped his laptop shut so quickly I feared it was going to break.

“Secret mission?” I asked, brows raised, but never stopped approaching him. He made quick work of moving his stuff away from the couch so I could drop down next to him.

“You know it. Top secret. Highly confidential. Almost as well-guarded as our next album.”

“But hopefully not taking as long to reveal itself, whatever it is.”

“You’re a rude one, you know that?” Oli asked, but his tone was playful and his hand was messing with my hair. I swatted him away immediately. “Rude and annoyed. What’s up with you?”

I let out a massive sigh, much too big for my ribcage, and I felt the sting when I inhaled. One more look at the screen of my phone, but Noah still hadn’t given me any sign of life.

“Looking for jobs and places to stay again?” Oli guessed, incorrectly, but I didn’t want to tell him the truth anyway. The situation between the three of us was messed up enough, I didn’t need to come crying to him because of something Noah had or hadn’t done when he himself was involved with both of us.

“I would be okay with my few savings if it was just for the job search going badly, but now… A year ago, a would have just forced Lia to let me stay with her but she’s married and all honeymoon-ed up still and I’m definitely not bulldozing my way into that.”

I could tell he was thinking about saying something, an unhelpful comment, a plea for me to reconsider moving in with Lia temporarily, an empty phrase like it will work out, but I didn’t want or need any of it.

“Whatever. I’m done with the bad mood. You have a show to play and tomorrow we’ll be in Sheffield and we should concentrate on that.”

Oli grabbed my chin in his hand, dragging me toward him until he could place a kiss on my lips, his mouth so much softer than his fingers as they were digging into my skin. I let him, the way I let him do anything to me, turning into nothing but a soft body to do with as he pleased. It was over much too soon and I craved more, but I knew the time until he had to be on stage was ticking.

“Wanna do something fun?” he teased, smiling so brightly I could see the sharp edges of his vampire teeth peeking out.

“That sounds suspicious as hell, Oli.”

He leaned over toward the make-up table, grabbing a pencil I couldn’t quite see properly yet, before chucking it at me. Eyeliner. At least not the liquid type, but soft and waxy. I uncapped it and twisted a bit of it upward.

“Bet you’ve always wanted to do my make-up.”

The thing was - I did. I wasn’t particularly good at it, but I’d watched Oli paint his face, have MUAs do their magic, have him ask his bandmates for help if he deliberately went for a more smudged and untidy look. I’d always loved the way some black around his eyes made him look just that tiny bit more feminine, impossibly long lashes and gorgeous irises. I wasn’t sure how much of that he knew, but it was absolutely raising my spirits.

“Alright. Chair, now.”

Oli chuckled but didn’t resist, moving over to the chair in front of the make-up table and mirror. I surveyed what was available to me but ended up sticking with the eyeliner he had handed to me. It seemed like the safest option. Especially because I’d never put make up on anyone but myself.

I ordered him to close his eyes, deciding to start with his upper lid, and leaned down, but the position was hell on my back and the angle was weird. I tried to scoot another chair close, but then the distance was too large and my arm wouldn’t hold steady enough.

“Right, enough of that, c’mere.”

With a steady grasp, he held onto my hips, pulling me into his lap so I was straddling him. He looked awfully smug about it, too.

“I spend a lot of fucking time in your lap lately,” I mused, but I wasn’t really complaining. We both knew as much. My hands rested on his chest, the tip of the eyeliner almost threatening to touch his shirt and ruin it with black, waiting for him to resume his former position and close his eyes.

“Maybe it’s where you belong,” he whispered, pulling me closer, dragging his lips over the side of my neck, a feeling so soft and honest that I couldn’t tell him to stop just yet. His tongue was on my pulse point. I almost expected a bite to follow, something more harsh, him turning the delicate moment around, but it never came.

Instead, when he leaned back, mustering me but still not allowing me to continue trying to get some colour on his face, he said, “You should wear lipstick more often.”

My hand inadvertently moved to my lips, even though I knew they were bare. The only make up I was wearing had been meant to hide my cried out eyes from the night before, although some of it had shifted when the tears had returned on my call to Lia, but Oli never mentioned it and I silently thanked him for it.

“‘specially the type that stains,” he added.

I raised my eyebrows at him. “The type that stains?”

“Yeah. Not like the one two nights ago. Watched you kiss Noah and he didn’t even get a little bit of red on him.”

“Is that what you want? Lipstick stains?” I couldn’t stop myself from smiling at the thought. “All over you and Noah? Because I can make that happen.”

“Tomorrow,” he decided. “When I’m done with the social rounds back home and Drop Dead. I’m taking you and Noah out for dinner.”

I ignored the way my body craved to stiffen at the idea of meeting Noah. How I was still waiting for him to approach me, explain himself, apologise. We’d figure it out, in time. Surely. So, instead of letting my annoyance at him take over, I nodded at Oli.

“Tomorrow. Now hold the fuck still and let me do my work or you’ll end up with a fake moustache on your face after all.”

•••

I had just about finished drying my hair and pulling a ridiculously oversized shirt over my head after a shower that was so hot it probably would have left scorch marks on the devil, when a knock sounded on my door. The temptation to ignore it was high - all I really wanted was to fall into bed and ignore the world until my alarm went. But the knocking, once again, persisted, irregular noises that suggested whoever was in the corridor wouldn’t just leave.

Noah was drunk. I knew it immediately. It wasn’t the bottle of Hennessey in his hand or the smell of alcohol on his breath when he greeted me. It wasn’t even the way he leaned against the doorframe, not suave as he usually was, but clinging on for support. It was in his eyes.

“Fuck, Noah, what are you doing?”

“Lemme in, please?” His puppy dog eyes only managed to look like a grimace. “I just want to apologise. Really.”

He wasn’t completely gone and I thanked whoever was responsible for that because the last thing I needed was trying to maneuvre his tall ass into bed and holding his hair while he puked, but the drink had done enough to make him look at me differently, to hold himself with a different kind of effort. Maybe had done enough to make him be honest in a way he was unable to otherwise.

An older couple passed behind him, throwing me a questioning and potentially judgemental look at the way he swayed in my doorway, so I relented and pulled him in. No need for a public scene. Or people taking photos.

“Alright,” I decided, settling down on the ledge of my bed and pointing toward the armchair in the corner. “Sit and explain, then.”

I grabbed the bottle as he passed me, surprisingly not encountering any resistance or protest, and took a swing for good measure. Whatever he had to tell me, the alcohol would hopefully lessen the impact just a little.

Noah sat, as instructed, and while he was looking at me in theory, his eyes didn't meet mine at all. Instead, they hastily flicked between several places on my body, anything that wasn't my face.

“Aubrey, I realise that over the past few days my… my actions haven't been aligning with my words and, uh, you don't deserve to have me cause disarray in terms of your emotions-”

“Did you write that down and learn it by heart?” The way his stare awkwardly redirected to the floor only seemed to confirm my suspicions. “Fucking hell Noah, I don't need a fancy ass speech! I just want to know what the fuck is going on and I need you to stop being so fucking sweet to me when all you're willing to do is fuck me.”

I couldn't tell when I had gotten up but by the time I realised I was already pacing the floor. Noah got up, seemingly on his way to me, but stopped dead in his tracks.

“Fuck, dizzy,” he mumbled unhappily. Still, he reached out, stopping my movements with a single hand on my arm. “I'm sorry, Aubrey. I'll… I'll do better, I swear. I just can't stay away from you.”

“You don't need to stay away from me. I don't want you to,” I signed, grabbing onto his hips as he swayed a little. “You need to lie down, Noah.”

I had meant his own bed, in his own room, far away from me, leaving whichever bandmate he was rooming with that night to take care of him for the night. But I couldn't. I simply couldn't. Not with the way he was looking at me, allowing me to see so much hurt and confusion and need for something I couldn't quite comprehend yet. So I lead him to my own bed instead, once again helping him get undressed down to his underwear and tucked him under my blanket.

I wanted to be mad at him so badly and I knew he'd deserve it too. But my heart ached when I looked at him, so obviously struggling with his own feelings, wanting to do everything right and failing again and again. I didn't know if I would ever get what I wanted and needed from him. Lia's words echoed in my brain. But as much as it hurt, at least for the remainder of this tour, I knew I wouldn't manage to let go of him.

“Aubrey.”

My name tasted so sweet falling from his lips. Before I gave rationality a chance to take over, I lied down next to him, far enough away not to be touching, close enough to see every breath move his chest, every flutter of his eyelashes. His eyes were closing on their own accord. How long had he been drinking? The bottle wasn't all that empty but he could have started with something else. I wondered what had come first - the first sip or the overthinking. I was sure he had done plenty of the latter. How long he had sat somewhere drowning his sorrows or pleading the bottle for more courage?

“You deserve so much more than me,” Noah mumbled, pulling me out of my thoughts. I’d been sure he had fallen asleep already, but now, for a moment, his eyes were opening again, just enough to finally look at me, really look at me. His hand reached for mine, holding it so tenderly that I wanted to scream. That I didn’t care about what I deserved or what was good for me or whatever other bullshit he had to say, that I wanted him despite it all, because of it all.

I didn’t have to decide what to reply. Noah’s breathing had steadied, eyelids shut again, and from the slightest twitch his hand gave, I knew he had fallen asleep. Yet I felt more awake than ever, the sound of my beating heart the only thing filling the room.

•••

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed when I woke up, especially after having been so sure I wouldn’t find any rest at all that night. No light came in from behind the curtains, so I figured it was still night. Although with how gloomy this January was proving to be, that actually wasn’t much of a sign. The room next to mine, Oli’s room, was still silent as well. Hopefully he was getting some decent sleep. It wasn’t a secret that he struggled with that more often than not.

With the darkness and silence still enveloping the room, I questioned what had woken me up at all. The answer came rather quickly.

I had turned away from Noah in my sleep, but he had apparently disagreed with the distance it had cause between us because he had shuffled closer and wrapped an arm around me, keeping me safe and secure in his embrace. And then he moved, just the tiniest bit, and all I could possibly think about was the way I suddenly noticed his hard-on pressing against me.

My breath was refusing to escape my lungs. The sensation was so new, so intimate, so intense, despite everything we’d done before. When he moved again, a tiny noise leaving his mouth, I knew he was awake. Awake and trying so hard to keep himself in check. Which was the last thing I wanted. I could feel him twitch, could feel his slightly laboured breathing hitting the back of my neck, his strong chest molding against my back.

“Noah,” I whispered, grabbing his hand as it was pressed slightly against my belly. He stiffened immediately, as if caught out, and now it was him holding his breath.

But I wanted it. I wanted him. This simple situation had erased every ounce of resolution about potentially staying away from him. It was nothing short of impossible, all of a sudden. My body needed him in ways I’d rarely experienced, my mind spinning with the possibilities. There was nothing left in me that could refuse him.

“Are you still drunk?”

“I’m sober enough to know what I’m doing,” he answered, voice rough and low and sending tingles down my spine.

It was all I needed to hear. Pulling his hand higher, I put it over my breasts, allowing him to touch, allowing him to do what he pleased with me. Noah immediately responded by pushing his cock against my arse with force, now free of constraints, and I let out a pitiful moan. Both of us were only in our underwear, my shirt having ridden up to my waist in my sleep, and it still wasn’t anywhere near being close enough. He was growing harder with every movement, grinding against my body, kneading my breasts. I was burning with desire. I didn’t care about slow, or teasing, or romantic.

I led his hand down my body, pushing it between my legs so he could feel my growing arousal, the way I was starting to soak through my panties. It was almost embarrassing how quickly I got wet with him or Oli around, but I simply couldn’t help it. My body craved them with an intensity that had me ready to go in a heartbeat.

One of Noah’s legs slotted between mine to spread my thighs further as his fingers slipped under the waistband of my underwear. He wasted no time finding my clit, just for a moment, before moving lower, pushing a finger inside easily.

“Fucking hell, Aubrey, you’re killing me.”

I whined loudly, already needing more as I tried to grind down on his finger to get that bit more friction. With every movement, every noise I made, I could feel his cock push against me. I wasn’t the only impatient one.

“Please tell me you have a condom on you,” I groaned, still moving with him, but needing so much more.

Noah didn’t answer, but he took his hand away, making me gasp at the loss, and turned around to where I presumed he had dropped his jeans on the floor next to the bed. I sat up, just for a second, to remove my shirt. I wanted as much skin contact as humanly possible, craving to feel him everywhere on my body, and the fabric had been an unwelcomed barrier. In a quick move, I also slipped my panties down my legs and discarded them, hoping he’d follow suit.

Turning my head toward him, I watched as he indeed removed his underwear and put on a condom with a moan.

“I went for extra lube,” he chuckled, “but I don’t really think you need it.”

Then Noah was back on the bed, resuming the position we’d been in before and I almost cried when I felt his dick press against me, between my legs, no clothing left between us. He lifted my leg again, his cock moving up and down my pussy in teasing motions.

“Fuck, please, just…” A moan interruped me when his tip bumped against my clit.

“Just what, angel?

“Fuck me, Noah.”

It was all it took. With his arm wrapped around me once more to hold me steady, Noah pushed in, slowly, achingly slowly, and I felt like I was going to fall apart even before he was in all the way. It was simply so good, so perfect, as if he’d been meant to fuck me all along, that nothing else in the world seemed to matter anymore but his body against mine, moving inside of me.

His thrusts weren’t speeding up. I couldn’t tell if he was lost in the enjoyment of the feeling or if he had set out to tease me to the point of begging. I wasn’t above it. I would plead him any day, if that was what he wanted.

“Noah,” I whined, trying to grind down on him, but the position left me at a disadvantage while his arm held me in place. He was pressing hot kisses to the back of my neck now, finding all my sensitive spots, moving behind my ear and down to the top of my spine. “Please, I can take it, I promise.”

He didn’t get any quicker, but every time he pushed into me now, it seemed to be with a little more force. My hands didn’t know what to do or where to go. One kept grabbing at his own hand splayed on my lower stomach, the other kept fisting the sheets. His kisses turned into bites, teeth tormenting the skin on my neck and I hoped it would leave a mark.

When Noah spoke again, his mouth was right next to my ear, his breath impossibly warm. “Yeah? Think you can? Want me to fuck you hard and fast? So you’ll feel me tomorrow? Gonna think of me every time you move cause I ruined your gorgeous pussy.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, my arousal climbing and climbing into the impossibly. “Fuck me, ruin me, anything you like.”

Suddenly, Noah pushed me on my front, still buried deep inside me as he grabbed my hips but kept me in a lying position, a hand pressed to my shoulder blades. And when he finally kept his word and made my wishes come true, it was beyond what I could have expected. He was relentlessly pounding into me, moving with a speed and strength I hadn’t experienced with him yet. I took it all, willingly and happily, letting him fuck me into the mattress until I felt utterly brainless.

The room, so utterly quiet just shortly before, was filled with the sounds of hit skin hitting mine, my moans rising higher and higher with every thrust, and his low groans as he chased his own high. My face was pressed into the pillows, but it still did little to muffle my voice.

I was so close to coming undone, his dick hitting all the right spots, his hand still pressing me down into the bed, it was like I could taste the end.

“Touch yourself, I want to feel you come,” Noah ordered. How was I ever going to refuse? I shuffled just enough to get my hand between my body and the mattress and as soon as I touched my clit, I knew it wasn’t going to take much. “Fucking gorgeous. Taking me so well, like you were made for me. You look so fucking good with my cock inside you.”

When I came, it took me with such force that I felt dizzy, a ringing in my ears briefly quietening everything around me, to the point where I had no idea how loud I was or if I was even still making noises at all. Noah followed in perfect alignment, shuddering thrusts as he came into the condom and I craved so much for the barrier to be gone, to feel it all, to have it inside of me. He was loud, louder than expected, then his movements faltered. When he pulled out, I made a single noise of complaint, even though I already felt sore.

I stayed on my front, Noah somewhere beside me, our breathing slowly settling down again. I felt cold and exhausted, the sweat on my skin turning uncomfortable. Then I felt his hands on me, all assertiveness gone, simply soft and careful movements to turn me on my side toward him. His lips met mine in an unhurried kiss, sweet and slow. I wanted to stay in this moment forever. And when he pulled away, keeping me in his embrace and looking at me with those brown doe eyes that I’d come to adore so much, I knew that there was no way back to me. I’d fallen for Noah Sebastian, hard and fast, and all I wanted was to make him mine.

[clearheartsgreyflowerss]

A doctor's touch- Baizhu x fem!reader

this is so damn self indulgent and not really as much of a fic but more just my thoughts on Baizhu, so like slightly suggestive? That's like the only warning I have other than this is NOT proofread and will just be word vomit

Once again if you see grammar mistakes no you don't :)

I am 100% under the belief that Baizhu is a touchy person, like he will not get his hands off you. Before you two started dating he would leave little fleeting touches, to your shoulders, to your hands, to your thighs, etc. he just loves the feeling of your skin, even if for a few seconds.

When you two do start dating, good luck trying to get away from him. He will do everything holding your hand, with you in his lap, or just the two of you pressed close together, he just wants to always be near you!

Also he's a doctor, I know he's good with his hands. If he's not busy he will give you massages, and God I'm sure they're the best you'll ever have. He knows exactly where to put pressure and where not to, I'm sure he knows your body better than his own.

His favorite body part is definitely your thighs, he just loves how squishy and soft they are! If he has a break with you he will definitely lay his head on them, changsheng honestly is a little annoyed bc that means she actually has to move off his shoulders.

Speaking of Changsheng, she's totally a fan of you. even if she likes to complain, she does that about everyone, she does it significantly less about you dw :)

I mean this is a pretty obvious thing but he is the best person to be around when you're sick. I mean you literally live in a pharmacy with a doctor, he'll have you feeling better as fast as possible. Aside from the obvious though, I can see him actually being somewhat distraught while you're sick, not enough for anyone else to notice but changsheng, but still.

"Baizhu, you are well aware I don't like being around your neck if your hair is down." Changsheng started to slither up his arm, but stopped as she got closer to his neck. She hissed a little, before he raised his arm to meet her eyes.

"my apologies Changsheng, I've just been a little busy this morning." He walks over to the counter in the storage area of Bubu pharmacy, where he puts her down and then walks out of the room. She hisses once more, but curls up and waits for him to return.

He comes back into the room a few minutes later with his hair done, though changsheng can tell it wasn't done with his normal precision.

"You know [Name] just has a common fever, correct? I can tell that's what's bothering you."

"I am well aware, and it isn't bothering me, I don't know what you are talking about." Changsheng let out a grumble as she makes her way back up his arm and around his shoulders.

"you may be able to fool her, but you cannot fool me."

On the flip side, he is a NIGHTMARE to deal with if he is sick (well, more sick than he normally is). I mean he's literally dying, what's a little bit of extra coughing going to do to him? You are actually going to have to lock him in his room. Or lock yourself in there with him, at least you'll keep him occupied for longer till he tries to escape back to work.

He also will refuse to admit he's sick, like changsheng is at a point where shes begging you to make him lie down for a day or two. Yet he continues to brush off both of you, he always insists there is more work to be done. Even if you get him out right to admit that he's sick, he's still gonna try and take care of himself. He'll try to find all the medicine himself, make his own food etc., just because he doesn't want you to get sick too.

Back to him being touchy (sorry I was talking to my friend while I was writing they brought the being sick thing up) anyway, I think even if he's touchy, he's not a big fan of PDA. Like if you two are just around bubu pharmacy he will always be at the very least holding your hand, but when you two are out and about that's like the most he will do. It's not that he's embarrassed, he just doesn't find it necessary. If you two are out you're probably doing stuff, there's no need to be slowed down by constant touch (though if that's something you want he definitely isn't against it >:3)

THIS IS FOR ALL MY POLY PEOPLE IF YOU DONT LIKE THAT JUST SKIP THIS PARAGRAPH

I believe Baizhu would be open to being in a polyamorous relationship, whether that means both of you are just in an open relationship or you both have a third partner, he definitely doesn't care. I don't think he gets jealous easily, so if you bring another partner around he will welcome them very easily. He does tend to get defensive though, if he believes that one of your other relationships is hurting you, he will tell you what he thinks.

Anyway yeah I thought this was gonna be longer but guess who fucking forgot Tumblr existed! My finals were so stressful and honestly writing even after I was done with them also felt stressful, so I took another break. Hopefully I can get back into writing this summer, (may write some kind of birthday fic bc my birthday was a week ago). I hope y'all are enjoying the shit that I post, I know it's so inconsistent and random, but we're almost at 60 followers which is crazy to me, like the fact that 60 of you like my shitty thoughts enough to follow me is so crazy I love all of you sm :3

Also I'm so sorry if this is unreadable I finished it without looking back at anything that I wrote last so uhhh sorry if I repeated any thoughts.

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[akirakirxaa]

FFXIVWrite Prompt 10: Stable

Rating: T

Word Count: 721

Summary: G'raha waits for word after a very pregnant Akira takes a severe blow while trying to protect him, sending her into labor. [Takes place in the OT4 AU, in ShB between 5.4 and 5.5.]

Content Warning: References to Childbirth (not shown)

[Master Post]

G’raha paced back and forth, tail twitching irritably. He was not ordinarily an imposing man, but something in his countenance must be keeping anyone from approaching. He was not angry with Akira — he knew that if there was danger, her first instinct was always to step in the way, and probably didn’t even remember that she had more than just him to worry about — but his whole body was tense. If something happened, he already knew Akira would never forgive herself, so he needed to control himself, but—

“Archon?” a younger hyuran healer, likely assisting the more experienced, stepped out to meet him. She seemed nervous, and he endeavored to loosen ears and tail and try his best to put on a friendly face. If he were not so worried…

“She’s stable now if you’d like to come in. She’s been asking for you,” she gave him a reassuring smile, and he felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. Stable was good. “There’s no solid timeline on when they’ll be born, but everything seems to be proceeding normally now. But make no mistake, we’ll have someone on standby at all times.” Because no one wants to be the reason the Warrior of Light dies, he finished in his head. It was enough to fluff the fur on his tail back out, but he forced himself to try to put on a calm face before going in.

At a glance, it was clear Akira wasn’t buying it, the Auri woman’s face drawn tight both in discomfort and apology. She was settled in a simple bed, several pillows tucked around her head and shoulders, and a light blanket covering most of her. Her battle gear had been swapped for a simple, light gown. Someone had already set a chair at her bedside and he gladly claimed it, taking her reaching hand in both of his and hoping she didn’t notice how his own shook.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured quietly.

“Why? Why did you do that?” he couldn’t help the strain in his voice.

“I couldn’t bear the thought of you being hurt,” Akira looked away, free hand plucking at the blanket. “I just. I moved before I thought and—“

“One day,” he gave her a tight, wry smile. “I’m going to convince you to put yourself first once in a while.”

“And one day I’ll convince you to stop trying to sacrifice yourself for others,” she countered, eyes likely lingering on the few bruises from the covered blow that had not quite faded with healing. Or that he’d been too distracted to heal.

“How are you feeling?” he ran his hand along her arm soothingly, his tail absently wrapping around hers where it dangled off the side of the bed.

“I have been worse,” she grimaced.

“I think you’re allowed to complain a little,” he brushed her hair out of her face. “Is there anything I can do?”

“You already did it,” she quirked an eyebrow at him, and his face reddened at the reminder. “But no, I don’t think there’s anything short of magicking the baby out. …You can’t do that, right?” They chuckled together at the silly not-quite-a-joke before falling quiet. Suddenly her hand clenched in his, and he saw her jaw set and felt a pang that she felt she had to hide her pain from him.

“You don’t have to do that,” he murmured, and he knew she knew what he meant.

“Don’t I? I have to be strong. I can’t let…”

“There is no one here but me and a few nearby healers,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “And frankly? I’ve seen you face things most people never even imagine; I would never think you anything less that the strongest person I know.” The facade slipped a fraction, and he saw all the worries and fears and inscrutable emotions she normally hid below the surface.

“Just… just stay with me?” she asked, in a voice that said she didn’t expect it, that there were more important things he must need to address, that she felt it a selfish request. He stood, bending over to press a soft, reassuring kiss to her lips, free hand cupping her face where he felt the tears she would prefer not to allow to fall.

Yes, he could do that.

[storiesofsvu]

Relief

Rita Calhoun x reader Warnings: language, smut, it's basically no plot with a teeny bit of fluff at the end, barely over a drabble. unedited, i make no apologies.

Rita had been having one hell of a fucking day. You could tell by the way the apartment door opened, then immediately slammed shut. The sound of her tossing her bag to the island while she tugged off her blazer, a cupboard being opened and ice clinking in a glass, the swoosh of liquid and a brief pause before her voice rung through the air.

“Are you home?!” She called out.

“Yeah…” You called back, wandering down the hallway and she looked up when you entered the room, padding over to her with a curious expression on your face.

“Oh thank fucking god.” She downed the rest of the gin and was on you in a second.

Her lips crashed against yours, the kiss hungry, her hands tight on your hips already as very easily she moved you wherever desired. Your back hit the wall and you let out a little squeak into the kiss and you knew that Rita was frustrated, either about to bend you over the counter to take it out on you or use you to get herself off and you certainly weren’t complaining about either option.

Her tongue surged into your mouth, rolling against yours with ease while one of her hands came up to cup the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair before she pulled on the roots and you whined into the kiss. Her teeth bit into your lower lip, relishing in the way your arms pulled her closer to you and her hips rutted against your body. She suddenly spun you so she was against the wall, her hands on your shoulders when she broke the kiss with a  breathless gasp.

“On your knees.” She ordered; her eyes dark and you wasted absolutely no time dropping to the ground in front of her. Her hand caressed at your cheek gently, “good girl.”

You only waited for the praise, for the tiny nod before you surged forward, your hands finding the hem of her skirt and sliding it up until it was bunched around her waist. You had to sit up on your knees due to the fact that she was still wearing her Manolo’s, fingers slipping into the waist band of her panties to pull down her legs and toss them aside. Your hands softly slid up her legs, wrapping around her hips while your lips made a trail of sticky kisses along her inner thighs. Not wanting to tease, knowing she was already pent up your tongue lapped out, licking through her folds and flicking at her clit.

Above you a happy sigh left Rita’s lips as her head dropped to the wall behind her, her eyes fluttering shut. Your hand ran up her thigh again, lifting her leg so it was draped over your shoulder to give you better access to her glistening pussy. Your mouth returned to her, wrapping around her, tongue sinking into her wetness and she moaned, her hand tangling into your hair to keep you where she wanted. The instant your mouth was on her she had already began to relax, the stressors of the day vanishing from her brain as you continued to eat her. You could feel her body practically melting between you and the wall as your lips sucked at her lower ones while your hands traced soft patterns across her hips. One hand wrapped around to her ass, squeezing softly and she let out a quiet moan, nails scratching at your head.

“God.. just like that.”

Now that the stress was vanishing from her body her lips were curving up into a small grin, pleasure beginning to slowly swim through her body. She always knew she could count on you to make her feel the most relaxed no matter how terrible her day had been, and that you knew exactly what to do with your mouth to help her reach her peak. Your nose brushed against her clit and she let out a gasp, a spark flying through her body and the leg she had wrapped around you tightened, the heel of her stiletto digging into your shoulder but you didn’t care one bit.

You nudged against her clit with your nose again, gaining a similar reaction as a quiet ‘fuck’ slipped from her mouth. Your lips formed a smirk before shifting up, wrapping around the bundle of nerves, sucking it into your mouth and she gasped, her hand shoving your face into her dripping cunt.

“Right fucking there darling.”

Your tongue flicked across her clit, tracing patterns on it with the tip of it while your hand tickled up her thigh. She moaned loudly when you sunk two fingers into her with ease, groaning into her as her walls fluttered around your digits. Your fingers crooked within her, quickly finding that sensitive spot and she cried out,

“Oh fuck!”

Between your mouth on her clit and your fingers pumping into her wetness her thigh began to tremble around you, whines and soft swears leaving her lips as her fingers dug deeper into your hair. She certainly wasn’t letting you move off her pussy until she was ready, urging you further into her. With each pump of your fingers you could feel her clenching around you, her wetness leaking from her cunt, trailing down your wrist. She let out a loud whimper, her body shuddering between you and the wall and you knew she was close, picking up the pace of your fingers, making sure to brush against her g-spot with each thrust of your hand. Your lips suctioned around her clit, feeling it pulse in your mouth and each breath she let out was getting louder and louder until her peak broke. Rita let out a loud cry, her hips rocking up into your mouth as her legs shook, knees nearly buckling while her orgasm rocked through her, thighs threatening to close around your head.

With one final flick against her clit your mouth popped off her, your fingers slowing, fucking her through her orgasm as you gently kissed at her hipbones. When you were sure she’d caught her breath you pulled your fingers out, sucking them clean as she watched with hooded eyes. Moving her leg from around your shoulder you stood with a small groan, your hand cupping  her cheek softly as you leant in to kiss her.

“Feel better?” You asked with a grin and she chuckled softly, moaning over the taste of herself on your lips.

“Much.” Her eyes dragged down your body, suddenly coming back to life realizing her heel had been digging into your bare shoulder, that you were in shorts and had been kneeling on the hardwood for probably far too long. “Oh god, are you alright?”

“Rita.” You laughed, “I’m fine. I don’t care about marks as long as it’s from pleasuring you, you should know that by now.” You kissed her softly, hands readjusting her skirt while you did so, “now… how about you go change, I’ll get some wine and we can order in some dinner, get you nice and relaxed? Maybe have a nice long venting session about annoying prosecutors and clients? Even a nice bubble bath?”

“I think that would be absolutely wonderful.” Her genuine smile took over her cheeks as she gazed at you, a hand caressing your cheek gently, “you truly know how to spoil me.”

“Ah, on the contrary, I think you do most of the spoiling my love.”

“I love you.” She kissed the tip of your nose.

“And I love you just as much.”

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[tsunderelover07]

Mitsuki Kiryu

SFW - its so fluffy I think I'm gonna die!!!

Note: @para-dots - you are the bomb.com

It all happened at the arcade. There was a crowd forming around the driving seats game. There were two people going toe to toe, but whoever the driver on the right was, had a clear edge. They won, and it was a girl. She wasn't his type, he liked the cute girls, but they still became fast friends. She was nerdy, and didn't bother to dress to impress. She opted for tees, often with pugs on them, and her chaotic hair in a haphazard bun. Still, she was really nice and they enjoyed talking. He found she was friends with quite a few of the Bofurin guys. He was starting to grow fond of her.

Though, she was treated like one of the guys, and she treated all he guys the same. All as platonic friendships. She brushed aside all of his flirtations, dismissed his compliments and that's when he realized he was the only guy she wasn't affectionate with. She never threw her arm around his neck to out into a head lock like she would with Tsuge, or ruffle his hair like she would with Nirei. It was really starting to make him jealous. She was the first girl to be immune to any and all he charm he had laid on her. He was the only one he could see that treated her like a girl instead of one of the guys.

Kiryu was plenty stubborn and wasn't giving up just yet. He still had a shot. He just needed to Crank things up a notch and really play into the romance. He needed to treat her like the lady she was. The thought of the chase was enough to make his mouth water.

He may have done some research on some heart throbbing romantic gestures to make happen. He tried to help her reach something only for her to grab a stool and do it herself. He tried to have her fall into his arms, but she caught herself. They even had a geniune moment where she slipped and landed on top of him. She just hopped off of him and apologized. Nothing was working and he was frustrated at being friend zoned. And she had begun to avoid him recently.

It was when her brother answered the door and insisted they needed to talk that he was dead meat.

"You're gonna have to confess, kiss her, or something. " he stated and this was not the conversation he pictured he'd be having. He was actually trying to help him?

"I haven't even gotten remotely out of the friend zone..." he moaned, wondering why he was admitting any of this to her brother.

He pulled out his phone and dropped a picture of a gorgeous model down on the table. "Thats why your stuck in the friendzone."

"This is-" Her brother nodded and he couldn't believe it. She was stunning dressed up. Why the hell didn't she dress like this more often.

"There's no way in hell shed ever tell anyone, especially you, any of this. She's a former model. And given how pretty she is all dolled up, it's no surprise she'd be flocked with guys hitting on her. However, soon as she dressed comfy in what she always wears, she kept being told by guys that she needed to dress up. And look prettier. They didn't give two shits about her as a person. And to make matters worse, she's sporty so she ends up being friend zoned by every guy so she's given a double edged sword. Either the guy will only like her because of her pretty face, or she'll be friend zoned."

It all made sense once he mentioned it.

"And i know you're not like that, so don't worry. We wouldn't be here if I did."

"Then...why are we?"

"Because she's my annoying sister and I want her to stop complaining to me." He said and leveled him with a look. "And i know that you know no one will find your body if you hurt that same annoying little sister of mine."

"Eek! Yes sir!"

"Good. Now, she into you. Bad. But she's keeping you at arms length because she thinks your efforts are you just messing with her. She doesn't think you're serious."

Kiryu groaned as it couldn't be further from the truth.

"You gotta take the gloves off and fight dirty." He looked disgusted as he continued to speak. "Kiss her, confess, pin her down, get sappy and shit...do whatever it takes. She'll probably freak out and try to run away. She's never had a boyfriend either. Good luck with that one. "

Kiryu had a lot to plan. It started off by him sort of bribing her to come over to play the new game she'd been dying to get her hands on.

Even though he knew the answer, he still asked her out front why she'd been avoiding him after they settled on the floor to play the game. She tried to brush it off, but he was playing dirty. He turned off the television and she tried to get run away already, but he wasn't having it. He had her lying on her back with his arms caging her in.

She looked away, but answered him honestly on why he was avoiding her.

"You...make me nervous. You keep messing with me-"

"Its called flirting pretty girl." Her head snapped to look up at him. She tried to get out from under him. He let her have a little room as she sat up and backed right into his bed, and he caged her in again but got much closer this time. "How can I not? I'm in love with you."

Red with embarrassment she hid her face, and when she refused to remove them, he kissed them. She removed her hands in shock. One of his hands gently cupped her cheek, thumb caressing her cheek. "Do you feel the same way?"

She couldn't look away, and gave a slow nod and if it weren't dead silent in his room, he would've missed the quiet yes under her breath. He put his forehead to hers, smiling he was so happy. He pulled away, happy with just that, when he got the surprise of a lifetime. She grabbed his collar and pulled him into a kiss. He melted into her kiss unable to suppress the kiss on his face.

She was the only girl for him. And he created a little monster in the process since all of her affections were now directed solely on him. He never felt so wrapped up in love. And he refused to share.

[notwarriorswiki]

I really loved reading the HoneyXLion scenes in your AU! :) Love those two! <3 Especially since Honeyfern has always been my favorite. Got any Honeypaw fun-facts/headcanons you could share?

Updated designs for the two of them as well for this!

Honeyfern is a big daddy’s girl. She loves her dad so much and has a lot of fun spending time with him. In my rewrite Brackenfur is Lionblaze’s mentor rather than Ashfur, so Honeypaw enjoyed tagging along specifically to see her dad, though Lionpaw never complained.

She’s a talented fighter amongst her fellow apprentices, something not many expect when they see her. She seems to have picked up on this and likes to use it to her advantage.

Related to the above point, she can pin Lionblaze, even with his bigger size compared to her. She just knows him and how he fights well, and her adaptability has her always finding new ways to get him back on the ground.

She was definitely seen as little Miss Perfect - beautiful, kind, smart, talented - it was no wonder both Lionpaw and Berrypaw crushed on her growing up.

Honestly though, it was a lot of pressure, and though she had so much to offer, she was often swept aside because she’d get teased about having a mate as soon as she was able since she had two obvious admirers. Many would ask her “who she would pick” when she was older, when really that wasn’t even crossing her mind.

Honeypaw believed if she continued to excel, she’d be able to stand out on her own and not keep being seen as this frail little beauty. Despite her fellow she-cat apprentices not receiving the same treatment, it didn’t let up. It seemed the more “perfect” she was, the more others saw her as something to be taken care of.

Lionpaw was once one of these cats. He liked her for much of the same reasons Berrypaw liked her - she was absolutely beautiful and her skills weren’t anything to scoff at. However, it took Honeypaw telling him off and losing that sweet and kind persona she always had for him to see she wasn’t the perfect princess he idolized. It was at this point (narrative-wise) that Lionpaw stops pursuing her, admittedly becoming more focused on things related to his brother and the other clans with their prophecy evolving.

Honeypaw feels bad, thinking she really upset him with her words, even if he did totally deserve it. They keep running into each other since her father, Brackenfur, is Lionpaw’s mentor, and she likes to tag along. In a shocking turn of events, Lionpaw ends up apologizing to her for his behavior, and asking if they could be friends, to which she responded “good to know we weren’t already.”Officially Lionpaw is not just the guy who crushes on her, rather they’re mutuals, and that’s... admittedly rather new for Honeypaw.

A lot of time there was a disconnect between her and the others because she was “on another level”, one that only seemed to grow as they got further in their apprenticeship and Honeypaw became the clear stand out. She loves her sisters, but they were all quite different and seemed to go in different directions. Unbeknownst to Lionpaw, he had become Honeypaw’s closest friend like that...

Curious to know more about Lionpaw as friends, Honeypaw ends up poking her nose in places she shouldn’t, noticing Lionpaw’s weird behavior, the scratches he wakes up with in the morning, and the way he hurries off to sit with Tigerpaw and Harepaw from ShadowClan and WindClan respectively. When she asks him, he insists it’s nothing, something the sweet Honeypaw struggles to be pushy on considering how used to her kind nature she’s gotten with others in the clan.

Jump to warriorhood. Honeyfern is nosy, something she’s not proud of, but it’s undeniable. She’s picked up medicine from Jaypaw so she can treat the scratches Lionblaze keeps waking up with, and her agitation with the tom is growing as he continues to brush her off. Eventually she’s just about had it and begins giving him a rather immature silent treatment.

Lionblaze truthfully does value Honeyfern. While he can’t be honest with her about the prophecy, they are close friends who hunt together, train together, know each other’s favorite freshkill. Before everything started blowing up drama wise for Lionblaze, he honestly did just love the days they’d hang out and joke about having apprentices to train alongside each other. When she stops hanging around him, it’s noticed immediately, I’m talking things stop, he can’t focus, he’s stumbling, like he just feels really off when she’s suddenly not hanging out with him.

To get her back he goes behind Jayfeather and Hollyleaf’s backs and tells her about things, to which she... believes him right away. Yeah Lionblaze is just as shocked. She reminds him she knows when he’s lying because his tail tip starts to twitch up and down.

Unlike Cinderheart in the books who pushes Lionblaze away believing he’s above her and his destiny is beyond her, Honeyfern basically becomes his righthand. She’s there to cover him when he needs to sneak off, back up his excuses, help with the apprentices, whatever it may be. At this point they still haven’t even acknowledged feelings, just close friends who lowkey both know this is something but don’t talk about it.

This annoys the shit out of Jayfeather who on one hand doesn’t think there is time for this, and on the other thinks it’s exhausting having to feel the overwhelming affection radiating off them whenever they walk by.

To make a long story short, they become mates going into the final battle, wanting to make sure that if they die, they die having known they loved each other. Neither die though, so that’s good.

Post-battle, Honeyfern gives birth to their two kits - Leafkit and Bramblekit, named after two important cats who perished in the final battle that they want to remember. Leafkit replaces Sorrelstripe and becomes Leafstripe. Bramblekit replaces Fernsong and becomes Bramblesong.

[another-corpo-rat]

Gemini

Another of the ideas that i couldn’t quite get to fit a cyberhanami theme, so here it is now

Adam Smasher/OC Summary: Victoria isn’t settling too well into her new body, it’s one of the few instances Smasher knows the right things to say and do.

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“You’re staring. Again.”

“You’ve never objected before.”

“Because I was- ugh.” She tosses the hairbrush back on the vanity, plopping herself on the seat to glare at her reflection. Fingers, still golden chrome, press at her nose. “I don’t think they got my nose right. Or my lips, they—”

“You look exactly as you did.” So he says, and has said for the last few days since she woke up surrounded by white. White walls, white floors, white coats. The conversion hadn’t driven her mad, but the sheer lack of character in those damn labs were close to achieving it. Second only to Adam and their roundabout arguments; his insistence that she wasn’t different at all – that he’d given them more than enough scans and images of her body to replicate it perfectly.

Still, she glares at her reflection and chews on a bottom lip she swears is off in some way.

“I don’t feel it though.” Her voice trembles with that truth, spoken so quietly she had to wonder if she truly meant to say it aloud. It was hardly the most difficult thing she has ever shared with him, but it feels dangerously close to it with how her chest tightens with dread; a worry that she was letting him down, being so uncomfortable in a body technically hers. Familiar with its golden-chromed arms and scrutinizing gaze, right to the small freckle above her left ankle. Skin-deep as it is, when underneath is a frame equal in metal to the IEC Dragoon watching her, leaning against the wall with his arms across his chest.

It was easier in the lab, where she could sling her frustration in any direction and find something to complain about other than the ill fit of her own skin. The unscented soaps, the stiff mattress, the gown they were adamant she stayed in until the last minute before her release. A meagre five fucking minutes to shower.

(She had heard their argument about allowing her even that in the first place. ‘It’s unnecessary,’ the head medtech claimed, only to falter under Adam’s stare. He gave in entirely when some other white-coat said something about old habits and mental health.

A preventative measure, to keep her from teetering on the edge of cyberpsychosis, unsaid but she heard it readily.)

Her optics lock with his, she looks away the moment the red meets her through the mirror, directing her glare to her own reflection.

He sighs as he stands straight, the sound heavy enough to place its weight on her shoulders. She bites back the apology she doesn’t owe, makes a mental note to wonder later why the urge to apologise even bubbled in the first place, and keeps her gaze pointedly off his approach. The effort becomes substantially easier as his fingers run through her hair, massaging expertly at her scalp that her eyes flutter closed, a soft sound escaping her as he brushes his metal jaw against her temple.

“You’re perfect.” He croons, mechanised baritone vibrating through, warming circuits instead of blood. “Give yourself time to realise it.”

“Are you saying I wasn’t before?” She opens an eye to half-heartedly glare at him, her attempt at voicing annoyance softened by his ministrations, then eased entirely by his soft chuckle.

“You were merely on its edge.”

All it took for her to take that plunge was being on death’s door, for the bastard who held the gun to make the choice of wanting to see the life fade from her eyes instead of aiming for the head.

“Charming.” The scathing tone she’s trying for is soundly out of reach as she presses herself back against him, soaking in his attention as if it was the finest hot spring. Better than, she reckons, for its exclusivity. Hers for however long this thing between them lasts, prolonged as it is with her new unnatural life. Lips twitching, she voices that thought: “I suppose you won’t be getting rid of me too easily now.”

She knows the steps of their dance well, they’ve tread them long enough that the circling path is well-worn. His response should be a taunt, his tone light enough that it just about hides the undertow of a threat; a quiet reminder of who is leading. And she prepares for it, bracing and coating her tongue in a familiar venom for his obvious response; that she’ll die just as easily as anyone else he’s set his sights on, conversion or not, something, something slaughterhouse. Morgan Blackhand notwithstanding.

“Good.” He says instead, not once pausing in the blatant affections, “I wouldn’t stand for losing my output to something as mundane as time.”

“Not a fan of aging meat?” The disgusted grunt is enough to bring a smile to her lips, a smile she catches in the corner of her vision and- ah, she looks more like herself now.

[stankycowboy]

“ severen van sickle . enough ! leave him alone. ” a hair brush flies in his direction , just barely missing his head. it serves as a warning — pick on someone your own size — one the family’s matron ( her aim impeccable ) didn’t care to repeat.

He hears the missile on its trajectory and knows he needn't flinch, but that does not mean the message is not received. It is very clear that the next would be a direct hit. Still, he turns his sneer upon her, challenging the Pale One as only he might dare. Most especially for her motherly tone. Theatrically stepping away from Homer, Severen fakes contrition. "No need to get yer britches all bunched" he says, spying the hairbrush and heaving it into the air with his toe. "Just teasin' on the ol' boy", he grabs it expertly and pulls it through his mussed hair, oil from dressing (or lack of washing), holding it back as he shapes it. A sidelong look is cast at Homer who is a mix of distraught anger. There was a nerve hit in the midst of Severen's torment, and even the usual one-liners don't come to his lips. This is the true indication that he has gone too far, and Severen feels a flicker of regret. Not enough to apologize, but his haughty attitude fades. Tossing the brush onto the low coffee table he carelessly collapses into an armchair, feigning nonchalance to hide the fact he is contemplating an act of repentance for his behavior.

"I'm goin'a bed" Homer mumbles, moving to the back of the trailer they have appropriated. They all know without it being voiced that he is going to sleep in the one room with no windows. "Need me'ta read yah bedtime story?" Severen asks, looking up from gnawing at a dirty nail with a smile. "Anything I have is past your reading level" Homer responds flatly, though it is the best evidence of his recovery. A severe glower is cast Severen's way, though Diamondback is glad to hear their elder on the upswing. "Ow!" The Savage One complains, leaning back to glare at her upside down. "I was bein' nice!" He declares defensively. The tv remote lies halfway between them both, having ricocheted off his skull. "Mmmhmm", she responds jaw set firm in disapproval. "It looks to me like you got some time on your hands, why don't you get the van prepped?" She lets her gaze fall back to the task at hand, repacking her duffel. "Pssh", he hisses air through tight pressed lips, pushing up out of the chair and back onto his feet. His spurs jangle noisily at the movement. "Use my name all you want, you ain't my momma". It is nearly the most childish thing he has said to her, and Diamondback has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning. It still can't restrain the upturn at the corner of her mouth. As if realizing he has lost this particular match, Severen makes his own move to leave. His last reproachful act is to snag the cigarettes off the windowsill as he throws open the front door. They both know they were hers. With a roll of her eyes, Diamond sighs, shaking her blonde curls as she tucks away the last of her necessities. As cross as she acted, she can't help the deep swell of love that she has for her boys. The two miscreants her sons of a kind, whether either would admit to it or not. The feeling is warm and welcome. Funny, how she would not have expected it all those years ago in her human life. Zipping the bag closed, she takes it over to the pile already made by the door-- always prepared for a fast exit-- and does a quick survey of the area. Something catches the light by the armchair Severen was sitting in, when she approaches, she notices it is one of his trinkets. One of the fly fishing lures fastened beneath the Metropolitan Police badge. A wry smirk twists her mouth and Diamondback slyly tucks it away; a perfect bit of underhanded revenge. Absently, she wonders when he will notice, imagines the fit he will throw, the demands he will make when she (if she) tells him of her retrieval. Such a child. Now left by herself, she laughs quietly, sinking into the same chair Severen had occupied. Even inside she can smell him smoking the last of her Lucky Strikes, even if they were not his brand of choice. "Such a child" she voices aloud, thinking of his lure again with a snicker.

[marischimmer]

Vignar - Chapter 1, Part 2

– You are...? –

– Princess Lisette, of course! –

– Princess? You have kingdom? –

– No... –

– Then we make one! –

She woke up, hating herself for dreaming about that stupid girl again. Why should she keep seeing her in her sleep, when she was nothing but some disloyal subject? Yes, she may have been one of her first friends, and she may have waited for her to come back for months, but that had nothing to do with this! She was a nobody, a really annoying nobody.

She started her makeup routine, still complaining. Who was she kidding? Of course she’d dream about her, she used to be her best friend. Deep down inside, she hoped nothing bad happened to her. Maybe she just moved away without notice, or something. It didn’t matter. She shouldn’t give it any further thought, she concluded, brushing her shiny, black hair. After some minutes of choosing what to wear, she headed to the canteen, wanting to have breakfast before the students started showing up. She should go to the town later to get her own food, so she didn’t have to eat that commoner food.

Gosh, she could be so arrogant sometimes.

Shaking the thought off her head, she avoided every single person until she got in and out of the dining room. The juice and the cupcakes weren’t that bad anyways.

Back at the dorm, she decided to tidy everything before the new girl showed up. She couldn’t understand why she had to share the room, she specifically said she wouldn’t accept it back when she enrolled in the school. Well, at least they were sensible enough to pair her with another girl; that weird genderless policy wasn’t for her. But anyways, if she was going to have a roommate, at least she should give a good first impression, even if she didn’t plan to talk to her just for the sake of it, less being friends.

It didn’t take much time. Her room was always spotless after all. Soon she was out again, headphones on, straight to town. It was too small for her; she could run into other students too easily, it was annoying. Still, it was good enough for the main purposes: shopping the basics, hanging around and escaping school. Probably the best thing to do would be to stay the whole day there, window shopping and walking at snail pace. Just to avoid going back to the dorms.

But just as she was reaching the main avenue, a familiar, friendly face ran into her.

– Up so early? – she asked as a greeting, smiling, headphones off. The purple haired boy chuckled, rolling his eyes.

– Nope, I ain’t slept at all. I’ve been working, y’know, I always work Fridays and Saturdays’ nights, remember? That guy’s probably ending up in my pros’ list tho, he wasn’t bad at all – he joked, knowing there was nothing to fear in talking freely with her.

– How much this time? –

– Enough to pay for the next three lunches – he beamed, and she let out a chuckle – This one’s been a good one. Bet the purple suits me, ain’t it? But anyways, what are you doing here? Escaping the common subjects? –

– What else would I be doing here? –

– Enjoying life for once, maybe? Oh, right, too simple for your majesty –

– Very funny, Damon, very funny… If you stop fooling around, I’ll have breakfast with you; my treat, of course –

– Royal breakfast? Sweet! I’d never miss one! –

– Especially if it’s for free… – she joked, teasingly. Damon surely ate a lot, but she didn’t mind it. He was her only friend after all; she had to accept him as he was. And if that meant buying food all the time, then why not? She had enough money to afford it. Who said money didn’t buy friendship?

– Princess, are you listenin’? –

– Oh, sorry. What were you saying? –

– The new classmate. Word says you’re sharing rooms with her. They must be crazy if they thought pairing a haphephobic, kindness-needed girl with you was a good idea –

– You say that as if I were-! Wait, how do you know that? –

– Tracy is my roommate –

– Oh. Right. Still, I’m not a monster –

– Well, I guess you ain’t one. My bad. I apologize, your highness – he teased, messing her hair up – Where are we going to anyways? –

– You know where –

– Palazzo? Sweet –

– Damon… Do you… Do you think she’s gonna hate me? – she asked, worry eating her. There it was, her real voice. Not the fake, arrogant one. For once, he gave it deep thought before answering.

– Well…  That depends a lot on what she’s like. But I don’t hate you, right? She may as well see you ain’t just an arrogant piece of shit, like everyone thinks you are. But we can’t know till we meet her, so don’t worry about that, ‘kay? It’s gonna be fine, promise – he reassured her, striking her hair slowly to calm her down – And if she ain’t nice to you, I’ll get one of my guys to make her –

– …Thanks, Dei –

– Heh, what are friends for? You’re welcome –

Having breakfast with him was nice. Damon usually ate so much she just took bits from his plate. They kept on rambling about random things until they decided two hours in a café was more than enough and left, heading back to school.

– Very well, princess, I’m off to the canteen. Can’t go without my third breakfast! You’ll be okay by yourself, right? –

– Yes, it is not a problem, you can go, Cookie Monster – 

– Sweet. See you later, princess – he chuckled, patting her head, far from getting annoyed for the nickname.

Now that she was back at school, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to go back to her room to load her phone’s battery, maybe even start doing that awful Math homework; it would take her years to finish it, anyways.

Headphones on again, she headed to the dorms, glaring at anyone who looked in her direction. Common subjects didn’t deserve to. 

There it was, the arrogant princess again. She should work on that. Some time. Not today.

Soon she was opening her door… and closing it again to check the number. Yes, it was the 216. She opened it again and looked carefully at her roommate’s side, for she obviously had already arrived.

Anything slim enough to tie something around it was covered with branches. Branches. The bed frame, the desk, even the curtain bar looked like trees. And that wasn’t all, oh, no, it wasn’t. Both the bed cover and the curtains were green. Leaf-patterned. Bet the sheets were, too. Were those stones on top of her drawer?? Just what kind of girl could this be, turning her room into some kind of forest?

And why did it look so good?

She stormed out of the room. Her phone didn’t need charging anyways. And she could do the homework in the library. She suppressed the tears trying to take over her eyes.

Of all the people she could have as a roommate, it had to be a nature-lover. 

[authorautumnbanks]

A Thousand Days With You (11)

Series Master List

In all of his years of being an adult, Satoru has never had anyone complain about his dick size.

If anything, once his pants come off, his partners for the night typically suction their lips around his cock like a damn octopus, but not Kagome.

Oh no. Not irresistibly hot, Kagome. She blinks up at him in confusion that his cock isn't small.

Where are the tears of joy at the sight of his glorious cock? Does she think every man is walking around with a little dick? He runs a hand down his face before reaching down and pulling her up.

"Kami, you're lucky you're so damn cute," he says, brushing a curl back.

And where the hell did she get the idea that his cock was small? All the innuendos he dropped, alluding to how it was anything but that.

Kagome pouts. "I wasn't…trying to offend you?"

"Where's your bed?" He slides his palms down, plucking at her nipples through the fabric. "I think you owe him." Satoru looks down at his cock, pointed at Kagome like a missile locked onto its target. "An apology."

Kagome inhales. Her eyes slowly appraise him, and her breath catches. His cock twitches under her gaze. The slit of his mushroom head wet with need and she hasn't even touched him yet.

Satoru tugs on her dress. He needs to see her.

Kagome snaps those brown doe eyes at him. How the hell can she look so…corruptible? He's going half of out of his mind.

"Take this off," he commands, "and then show me the room." Satoru takes his shirt off and then throws his glasses on to the counter.

Kagome bites her lip and lifts the dress up and over her. He greedily takes in the thickness of her thighs.

Damn.

He knew her legs were sculptured from the skirts she wears but fuck, he wants to sink to his knees and eat her out through her lacy pink panties.

"Kagome," he groans, fisting his hair and tugging at the strands. "You're so…fuck," he breathes. If he keeps this up, he might end up taking her on the kitchen floor.

He groans. Kagome on all fours. Fuck, that would be a beautiful sight.

Kagome glances at their clothes on the kitchen floor and bites her lip. She hooks her thumbs in between the sides of the lace.

"Keep it on," he commands. That strapless bra must have been created by the Kamis. "The bra too."

Kagome's brows pinch together, but she does as he asks. "No ripping," she says, tugging on his hand.

But…now he wants to rip them off her.

"How about a compromise?" He licks his lips. Her ass is amazing.

Heh.

Ass-mazing.

Kagome leads them down the hall to her room. Satoru turns on the lights, which must confuse Kagome, because she turns to look back at him.

"Wanna see you fully," he says, swiping his thumb along her plump bottom lip. Her lips are soft, but they aren't swollen enough for him. He needs to kiss her more. Need to have her pretty lips wrapped around his cock.

She owes Satoru Jr. an apology, after all.

"Really?" She sounds unsure. That loser ex-boyfriend of hers must have only slept with her with the lights off. Dude was probably embarrassed by how much he is clearly lacking.

"I need you to see it clearly. How I'm about to worship this body and leave you walking bow-legged."

Her mouth pops open.

He advances on her. "On your knees." Satoru quirks a brow. Kagome's lips twist as though she wants to argue, but she sinks down and this time, her eyes light up.

"You really went to work like this?" He threads his fingers through her hair.

"I had on more clothes," she quips right before taking him in her mouth.

Whatever retort he had, dies on his tongue.

She hums as she works her tongue in conjunction with her hands. The vibration, the warmth, the sight of her on her knees with his cock in her mouth and that strapless bra is sealed into his memory.

If he ever gets amnesia, he prays that this is the one memory that never deserts him.

"You're so good at this baby," he coos.

Kagome glares up at him, but the glare holds no weight when her lips are stretched thin and she's using both hands to work his cock.

"How much can you take?" he asks, gripping her hair. He holds her head steady as he thrusts into her mouth. Kagome's eyes water. "Oho? A little more?" He fucks her face. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of her wet mouth has his balls tightening. He pulls away, a bit reluctantly. A part of him wants to fuck her throat until he comes, but another part of him needs to have her on his tongue again. "On the bed."

"You're so bossy," she chides, sitting down on the bed and spreading her legs. This time, he sinks to his knees and crawls over to her.

"I just know what I want," he replies, inhaling. Satoru peers up at her as he licks her through the lace. Kagome jumps and then lets out a breathless laugh. "Compromise?" he reminds her.

Kagome hooks one leg over his shoulder. "You're buying me a new set."

He grins as he rises slightly and grabs her bra with his teeth. Kagome blinks. She must have expected him to use his hands. And he will for her lacy underwear. His cock swells as the fabric rips and her tits…are fuck. He knew they were amazing. He rips her panties off and cups her while wrapping his lips around her nipple.

"Satoru," she hisses.

"So wet for me," he says, sliding a finger between her lips. He adds another and then another. He needs her ready to be able to take him. He moves his fingers in her, mimicking what he'll do with his cock. Kagome's legs tremble. Her breaths are heavy. "You close for me?"

"Yes," she breathes. "I can't—Satoru!"

He nips her nipple and soothes the sting with his tongue. "That's it, fuck my fingers."

Damn. Her legs are shaking. The more they shake, the faster he moves his fingers. Kagome bites down on her lips, but it's not enough to stop the moans from coming out. She falls back on the bed, and her arms give out, but Satoru can't find it in him to give her a break. He withdraws his fingers and licks the come off of them.

It's not enough.

He slides back down and licks up her slit. Kagome's hand grabs his hair.

"W-wait, I need." Her voice breaks off.

He dips his tongue inside of her and his eyes roll back. She tastes even better than she did at the club. He grips her thighs, pushing her legs apart.

"Satoru," she whines, "I just. I'm gonna…"

"Baby, you're so sensitive," he coos. "Give me another, yeah?" He suctions his lips around her nub, and she comes hard. Satoru pulls back, swiping his tongue along his lips. He rises, gripping his cock in one hand. "I need you," he tells her.

Kagome blows out a breath. Her hair spilled out around her. She struggles to sit up, using her elbows for balance.

"I can go grab a condom," he says. His hair sticks to his forehead. Sweat glistens between her breasts. His mouth waters. "I'm also clean if you're worried about that," he adds.

Kagome glances down at his cock and then back at him. "Come here, I'm on the pill," she says, reaching for him and that's all the confirmation he needs.

He sinks into her, "Kagome," he groans, panting, "what the fuckkk." His eyes roll back as he snaps his hips. Oh, this pussy outta be illegal, there's no way. "I'm so mad at you."

"Mad at me?" She furrows her brow, but he snaps his hips again, and pleasure washes over her face like a painting. "Ah, Sa-to-ru," she cries out, placing her hands on his abs like she wants to push him away and pull him closer. "What. Ahhh." She gasps, squeezing her eyes shut. "What I do?"

"Been keeping this from me," he growls. "Open your eyes," he barks out, sounding more feral with every passing second. "Keep those pretty eyes on me."

Her eyes flutter open, dewy with fresh tears. "S'o deep," she slurs her words. "Too much." Kagome turns her head, her eyes close again and something in Satoru snaps.

He told her to keep those eyes on him. She needs to bear witness to who is owning this pussy. He clicks his tongue and pulls out, tapping his cock along her slit.

"Satoru?" Kagome bites her finger and blesses him with those pretty brown eyes of hers.

"Oho? You don't think I'm done, do ya?" He smiles, but it's all teeth. He wants to clamp down on her shoulder and mark her. Boldly proclaim to those old fucks that Kagome is off limits. "C'mere." He reaches for her, pulling her on top of him. "Damn, your tits are amazing," he breathes.

Kagome flushes as her tongue darts out, wetting those plump pink lips. Is there any part of her that doesn't call to him? Satoru stretches his arms out and interlocks his fingers behind his head.

This view is breathtaking.

She grips his cock and strokes it. His head is practically weeping for her. He bites his lip as he makes his cock jump in her hand.

"Ride me like it's yours," he begs, reaching for her again. He can't keep his hands off of her. Her body is so soft. So incredible.

Fuck, is this love?

His body jolts. Love? He gives himself a mental shake. Nah, this ain't love. He's just caught up in the moment. Satoru doesn't do love.

He jolts again. Her energy flows through him. His blood hums. His hips thrust up into her palm.

"Fuck!" He shouts. Ribbons of come leak out of his cock and shit, he can't stop coming. Satoru digs his fingers into the plushness of her thighs as he keeps thrusting into her hand. "Kagome! Fuck," he breathes, throwing an arm over his face.

It's too much.

An energy massage while getting his cock stroked is a combo he needs a repeat of every fucking day. Her energy shimmers under the surface. Shit. Feels like it wants to merge with his or something.

"Give me a moment." He blows out a breath and drops his arm. Satoru blinks. Kagome stares at the come on her hand. "S'orry, I can—"

His breath stops.

Kagome licks her palm as she watches him. She wets her lips before sucking on her fingers, and he's a goner. Satoru wraps his arms around her and sits up. He kisses her harshly, greedy for everything she has to give. He reaches between them, lining his cock up at her entrance. Kagome lifts and eases down on his length. She moans into the kiss. Her hands tug at his hair, pulling hard.

"You want it hard?" He asks, no, he demands. Kagome clamps down on his cock, working those muscles over him, and he nearly comes again.

What a minx.

He digs his heels into the sheets, the cover halfway off the bed. Satoru kisses her again, sweeter this time, mapping out the contours of her mouth and coaxing her tongue into a sweet dance with his. Kagome sighs, sagging into his embrace. He smirks as he thrusts into her, and the force of it rocks her body.

"Satoru!" Kagome huffs, but he doesn't give her a reprieve. He kisses her neck. The urge to leave hickeys all over her body surges within him. "Don't you dare," she warns.

He pouts. What is she, a mind reader now? "You read minds now?" He hopes not. Shit. The things that go through his mind when he sees her would have her running away to another country.

"N-no, it's all over your face."

He shudders. All over his face? He should have her ride his face. Tonight? First thing in the morning for breakfast? The day after next? Shit, how's he supposed to carry on now that he knows how pretty she looks when she comes? Or how breathless she gets when she calls his names, telling him it's too much, but then she grips him so tight he couldn't pull out if he wanted to.

"One night's not enough," he mumbles, rising while urging her onto her back. "Need all of you." He squeezes her breast before moving to her leg and turning her onto her side.

"You feel so good," she admits, gripping the sheets.

"Yeah? You like how I fuck you?" He holds on to her leg and snaps his hips, fucking her harder. Deeper. He needs her pussy walls to be molded around his cock. Needs her more than he needs air.

"I'm gonna—Ahh!" She bites down on her hand.

Satoru slaps her cunt. "Don't hide those moans from me. Who's fucking you?" She better open that pretty mouth of hers and tell him what he wants to hear or so help him. He'll edge the fuck out of her. He's of half the mind to edge her anyway just to draw out her cries.

"Satoru!"

"Say it's mine. This pussy belongs to me," he commands, moving faster. He's close too, but he needs to hear her say it.

"Wha?"

"Say it!" He bites her calf and Kagome tightens around him. Damn. Does she like the pain that much?

"Yours!" she cries. Her body jerks and damn if she isn't about to bless him with another one.

"Yeah? It belongs to me?"

"Yes!" Her body shakes. She babbles something along the lines of his name, it's his, and so deep.

He fucks her harder. His balls slap against her and tighten as his orgasm builds. "Gonna fucking live in this pussy," he says, half joking, but not really. How could she hide this from him? They have so much lost time to make up for. He snaps his hips one more time and empties out. Some of it spills out on the sheets, but he can't find it in him to care.

"That was…" Kagome trails off. Her eyes are unfocused.

Satoru blows out a breath as he pulls out. Yeah, he knows what she means. "C'mere, let me take care of ya." He lowers her leg and pulls her into his arms. "Which way to the bathroom?"

"Back down the hall and to the left." Kagome lies her head on his chest. "M' tired."

"I know, but we should at least shower. I got you." He walks them to the bathroom and quickly washes both of them. Kagome wraps her arms around his neck, still slightly wet from the shower.

"Need to set an alarm so we aren't late tomorrow," she murmurs.

"You got any extra sheets?" He glances around the bedroom. Maybe in that closet?

"Closet. I can change—"

"I got it," he says, setting her down on her feet. "Just stand there and look pretty." Satoru winks, laughing at her put out expression. Kagome crosses her arms and then walks over to the clock, fiddling around with it. "I didn't think anyone still had alarm clocks these days," he says casually, as he switches out the sheets.

Satoru walks over and turns out the lights. He turns around and sucks his teeth. Even with the lights off, Kagome still shines brightly.

"I've had this one for a long time." She climbs onto the bed and sighs. "Kento mentioned he still used one, too, in case anything ever happens with his phone."

Satoru joins her and wraps an arm around Kagome. He pulls her in closer, tucking her into his chest. He inhales. The room smells like them and the sweet erotic scent of sex. "That mission with Nanami," he murmurs. "How'd he lose his pants, anyway?"

Kagome sighs, but it's one of contentment. "The curse cut his pants. I think it was trying to toy with him."

"Uh-huh. So, you only saw Nanami in his boxers? You didn't see anything else?"

Kagome tilts her head up, her hand idly tracing patterns over his chest. "Nah, I didn't see it."

Satoru relaxes and exhales. That's good. She didn't see it.

Wait…. It? Why did she refer to it?

"Oho? He tried to show you his cock?"

Kagome blinks, but her lips betray her. They twitch ever so slightly.

Oh. So something did happen. That fucking perv. Satoru clears his throat. "C'mon, Gome-chan, you can tell me."

"I promised not to say anything," she mutters, ducking her head.

His heart stops.

What the hell did Nanami do to Kagome? If he did anything to her, he might kill him.

"Okay," Kagome says, "But you can't say anything to Kento, or he'll be really embarrassed because it was a total accident."

Satoru pretends to zip his lips. "As long as he didn't force anything on ya."

"Huh?" She snaps her head up and then pulls back. "No. No." Kagome sits up and Satoru's mouth waters.

Damn. Her tits are amazing.

"He didn't force or do anything to me. It was a complete accident. After the curse cut his pants, it tried to go after me. Kento was really worried and tried to get to me, but he tripped over his pants because they were still connected at the bottom." She motions with her hands and Satoru's head throbs. "I didn't see it, but he fell on me, and his dick landed on my face, and it was a whole ordeal."

His…dick? Landed on her face?

Satoru sucks his teeth and then blows out a breath.

Nanami's dick landed on her face.

"Satoru?" Kagome pokes his cheek. "Are you breathing?"

"What is breathing?" he asks, mind still focused on the many ways he can ensure Nanami's dick doesn't touch Kagome's face again.

It just landed on her face? And he's supposed to believe it was an accident? What's next? Nanami goes on another mission with Kagome, and he just so happens to trip again and fall into her pussy?

Un-fucking-believable.

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A/N: I know I know, I said I was going to update Accidental, but this wouldn't leave me alone lol. Next chapter will be Suguru for sure. And Next update will be Accidental for reals this time lol.

Side note, ya'll really like that one night stand fic. I might update that this weekend, depending on how I feel. Legit woke up pissed because my throat felt scratchy.

Happy hump day! Hope your week is going well so far and may the rest of the week be awesome too. Stay hydrated. Get plenty of rest. And make sure to take care of yourself!

Second side note, my 4 year old deadlifted a 20lb weight the other day and he runs around trying to do domain expansions, send help lol