#everytime more shocking and worse than before

[myheartxmyman]

My heart wants to be where you are, next to you. It longs for you, wants to be with you. Feel you.

But my mind is utterly confused.

[ilycosy]

❝ YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL ❞ | LUKE CASTELLAN

pairing : luke castellan x reader (no parent mentioned)

summary — being the partner of luke castellan was a blessing and a curse, mostly a blessing— you had the best swordsman at camp and he was extremely loyal. a blessing really, but everyone always wanted him too. sometimes you forget that he could feel insecure too.

warnings : insecurities (relationship + scar) , petnames (baby, sweetheart, love) , hurt/comfort , luke is standoffish and implied to be mentally ill but reader loves him anyways , mentions of other ppl flirting w luke !!

aﾉn — i want to smother this man in the biggest kisses ever ... he didn't deserve anything that happened to him & he's innocent !!!! it's never said who readers parent is but they don't reside in hermes cabin :) ,,, also i made the scar worse !!!! i wish it was bigger & more gnarly everyday . enjoy !!!!

you felt burned by the sun everytime he was around, even with his stoic nature and go with the flow personality— he always seemed to burn so bright when you're around. his palms melted you everytime he pulled you into a kiss, his lips hot and slick with spit from his chewing.

his constant even tone (he'll deny when the sass slips through) never bothered you, in fact you quite enjoyed it whenever he spoke. his raspy voice telling you briefly about his day, or talking about a race him and chris had that day, even when he told you not to worry about him.

other people sure seemed to enjoy him too, boys and girls gathered around him like a moth to a flame. his glow always too bright for others not to be drawn, you always saw it— the way girls would giggle and fawn over him, whenever boys lingered around him during activities.

you never told him how it bothered you, because it wasn't really his fault— he was just too perfect.

which is why it shocked you when you began noticing the way he liked keeping the helmet on even after capture the flag, hiding his face until it was deemed inappropriate. the way he favored resting his scarred side in your neck compared to his other, even though he complained of neck pains the day before.

you can't recall when he began doing these little habits, maybe ever since he got the scar, maybe when a younger camper said it made him look scary. you didn't know, but you knew that it wasn't good for him— the way he allowed himself to ache just to hide it.

luke is a great boyfriend, he recognizes when people want something more from him— he's not afraid to distance himself from others when he notices the flirting. it doesn't make him feel good to have that spotlight when you were so much better than him, in every sense of the word.

he never knew how to tell you that he knew. how he knew that the obnoxious flirting hurt you, or how you always backed away when his friends came over.

he would always come in the morning to pick you up from your cabin, hoping that his searing kisses and warm arms could show you that he's yours— even with a disgusting face.

the scar taking up the side of his face made him curl away in disgust whenever he saw it, he completely avoided bathroom mirrors because of it. he hid away from your soft eyes at any chance he could, fearing that you'd realize just how scary it is to date something like him.

the praises eased in slowly, but surely, he almost felt winded the first time he heard it ("baby get your pretty face over here!" you had said, trying to wave him over to your table. he felt lightheaded and nauseous when he walked over.) he didn't know how to handle it.

whenever he tried to ask why you began getting so verbally affectionate, he was waved off with a small wave and shrug. "can't i compliment my boyfriend?" you had asked him with a teasing tone, he hid away under your shirt the rest of the night while he got teased.

you knew that he was confused, but you didn't really care to explain— he'd just shut down and ignore the problem if you did. and you liked complimenting him, especially when he gets flustered like he does.

calling him pretty made his cheeks go red, and he always seemed more spacey after. calling him handsome always got him smiling and hiding his face. cute? he was looking away and blushing. adorable? he scoffed and smiled. gorgeous, he rolled his eyes and flicked you with red ears.

you hadn't called him beautiful yet, waiting for the perfect moment— you'd think you were planning on proposing with how calculated you were with this.

luke hadn't been sleeping well for a while, mumbling in his sleep about nonsense you couldn't understand. stress had clearly taken its toll, and he's chewing again— his lips raw and almost always bloody from his teeth snagging at the skin.

you snuck into hermes' cabin during the night, hoping that he would be up to sneaking out or even finally getting a full night's rest. your boots made him shoot up, sweaty and eyes wide before he realizes its you.

"what're you doing here, love?" he asks in a hushed tone, not yet a whisper but close. you move closer, gently lacing your hand together with his sweaty one. "wanna sneak out?"

the question was whispered, barely audible even. but it made him stand up all the same, sweatpants and cream colored long-sleeved shirt bunched up at the arms, making him look ethereal.

"are you that needy, sweetheart?" he asks as a joke when you've successfully escaped the cabin without waking people. his eyebrows wiggling slightly, his usual stoic facade melting off him like you were a candle and he was wax.

you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you told him no. tugging him along the camp grounds until you found the picnic blanket, the basket of food right next to it all neatly set up— it took you a whole week to convince people to help you find this stuff, a demeter kid had to weave the basket.

"ta-da!" you said, doing jazz hands as you showed him the comfortable blanket. he didn't say anything, only smiling wide as he laid down on it— he patiently waited for you to get the food out, not feeling any sort of rush as he allowed himself to relax.

you hand fed him strawberries, flicking his nose every time he tried to stick your fingers in his mouth. you admired him in the moonlight, he always looked the best at night. his radiating self was enough light for you anyways.

your fingertips gently brushed his face while he was eating, chewing a piece of cake when he felt them. your fingers making their way to his big scar, tracing the jagged edges of it along with the smooth, raised middle.

"what're you doing?" he says, his voice tight in his throat as he tried to ignore the building pit of fear in his stomach.

you hummed, caressing his face as you looked at him. his eyes focused on your nose to avoid eye contact, "you're beautiful," you whisper.

"extremely beautiful." and his face goes red, his eyes watery as his chest rises up and down in deep breaths. his hands are shaky and pulling you closer, desperate for you and your touch.

it makes you really wonder, how could he ever feel insecure when you're convinced he could be cursed by aphrodite herself, and you'd still see his face when camp visits the gods?

[dykeomania]

PLS write smut for Hazel from bottoms..I need her so bad I fear..maybe like subtop!hazel..is her having a strap too far..I need her..

this is not. a full fledged fic. but this is the first time in a sec that ive let myself be inspired by an ask. this is weirdly switcher and just pure gay-sexier than it is subby!hazel. lmk if you want things to get subbier, bc i can probably do that. but for rn i have.. this image.. and i want you to walk with me on this but also hold my hand because i'm #supershy,

(minors [including 17 year olds 🙏🏽] dni fr, under the cut: not that proofread. strap lol (r!r), foul language, breeding... language... (my bad) (hazel has a strap tho), subtop!hazel except i could've made this shit so much worse so i guess switch!hazel but like, switch!reader, idk everyone's just a whore. there's an "i love you" (or.. multiple, i guess). there's a mirror. there's a vibrator. purely stream of consciousness, i don't even think the position they're fucking in makes physical sense fr. i was bored and i was thinking, so i wrote a lot. this whole thing is not realistic btw. i have very little confidence that hazel's blowing anyone's back out, but. it's my first day out in a min so i'm rusty. all respect to the community. next time when i pull up, i'll offer something a little more tame and saccharine as opposed to [exaggerated p*rnstar moans!!!]. reblogs and whatnot appreciated.)

so, i have this .. picture.

of you putting a bullet vibe in the pocket of hazel's strap before she fucks you from behind for the first time.

she eventually finds the confidence to blow your back out, and tbh, you think it's gonna end with you seeing stars because you can already hear the fucking lottery machines going off in your head. she's fucking you so well, and hazel's problem is that you're letting her know.

at first she thinks she's going crazy. but those fucking mewls into the pillow over how deep she is, how she's making you feel so good, how you've missed her so much, are sending shocks through her clit that the vibe keeps amplifying, everytime her pelvis hits your ass.

if she thrusts hard enough, which god knows she does, it almost makes her buckle over.

you're left clenching the sheets, and gasping against the linen while she fucks you, taking you in a way that's so uncharacteristically perverse that you don't even have the brain capacity to ask yourself why you didn't ask her to take you like this, sooner. her thrusts are quick and shallow, her words breathy and a little sharp. with every jolt of your body forwards as she experimentally blows your back out, it's like you feel yourself becoming more and more removed from this fucking planet. you can't help but cry -- sob, even -- as she makes you into a mess of limbs, leaving you tugging at your tits in one split second, and gripping at the sheets the next.

something happens, though.

where her hips rut into yours in deep, hard thrusts, spaced out by what feels like eternities, you can hear her. she's moaning now, breath quickening and chest rippling everytime her crotch hits yours at a particular angle. she's mewling, and unless you're hallucinating from how fucked up you are, you can hear her --

"fuck... f--uuh--ck, fuck, fuckfuck..."

-- silently beginning to whimper.

the girl goes from bullying your cunt to burying her strap deep enough in it to make the apex of its curve nudge against your g-spot, in a way that leaves your mouth hanging wide open with nothing spilling out of it maybe other than drool, but...

it's the slick warmth of hazel's back pressed nearly flush against yours and the heat of her breath against your shoulder that makes your eyes flutter open, facing your reflection in the floor-length mirror stationed across from hazel's bed.

hazel's in it so deep, you can't even see the strap anymore. and by no exaggeration, it's like an earthquake pulses through her body everytime she nudges her hips into your ass, making your vision blurry. she's rutting into you. greedily grinding her strap into your cunt in the effort of chasing her own high.

it wasn't a secret that hazel was sensitive. more often than not, the poor girl writhed against your mouth whenever she let you put it on her ("let you" is a loose sentence -- she begs for it, sometimes). you don't even know why you're surprised that your girlfriend is getting this close over having a bullet vibe pressed against her clit, hardly protected by fabric. "b--babe--"

what sounds like a plea, amongst the feeling of hazel's thighs trembling against the back of yours, inspires something sinister inside you.

you wind your hips against her, pressing back against the strap and the toy. the sight of your ass rolling against hazel's pelvis, combined with how good it feels is gonna actually, like, make hazel fucking--

"don't cum."

she loses her breath, entirely, and her rhythm, apparently. she slows, as if that was her body's instinct to obey your orders, despite the string of breaths that tumbles out of her mouth. "n-- wha-- fuck, no, nonono--"

you wind your hips deeper into hers, extracting a moan from your own throat -- fuck, maybe your gut, since that's how deep you could feel her. you press your ass into her until you feel the buzz of the vibe against folds, the frequency of it changing and humming as you press it further into her clit. "y--es," you grit. "don't fucking cum yet, hazel."

the dull, rolling vibrations through the fabric of the strap draw hazel's eyes into the back of her head, and then closed. she's grunting now -- or all of the above -- and she tries her best to unchap her lips, fruitlessly dragging over them. the little breaths she takes through them only brings them back to being puffy, pink, and a gateway of noise that gives evidence to struggle.

"gonna let me count you down?" you puff out your sentence in one breath, and hazel can fucking hear the grin in your still-fucked-out tone and it makes her whine louder.

"yeah? gonna fuckin' let me count you down so you can cum in me, haze?"

cum.. in you. three words that you'd never even fucking uttered to her before this, and that she never fucking thought she would ever hear and.. it looks like she can't complain, because her eyes roll into the back of her head and hazel swears that she -- at least, briefly -- meets jesus christ, "oh my god--," hazel slurs, hips rolling impossibly deeper into yours, it's a miracle she hasn't swabbed your cervix yet -- "ohmygod, oh my god--"

"three..."

ohfuck. ohfuck,ohfuck,ohfuck,ohfuck. it's the soft chorus that she whispers to herself as she starts to fuck herself into you, again, opting for thrusts as a means of trying to regain control with no consideration for your demise. the vision of her blurs in the mirror, and you feel your fists grasping at her sheets again.

"fuck--" you croak. "t--two.."

she pulls you further into her, and at this point, hazel's okay with being written off as a lost cause, 'cause fuck, it's not like she has a choice. the strap brief is soaked and it's entirely your fault, and god, she throws her head back. a mess of words, a mess of sensations, hazel just blurts, "oh my g--od--i love you--"

you burst out laughing at the random proclamation, admist everything.

she forces her head down to watch you, jaw hung open. and at this point, she's just speaking. rambling and slurring and gasping, tears-in-eyes-in-awe-and-all, as she watches you throw your ass back against her.

"iloveyou so much, you're so f--ucking hot, whatthefuck?--"

there's something weirdly sweet about it. something that makes your cunt clench around the strap in a way that hollows you out shortly thereafter, and lets hazel hit that fucking spot just right. before you know it, you're wherever hazel is, cunt fully creaming around the silicon.

"i love you--" you dumbly spit out a giggle, a gasp causing a steam of spit to cascade off your bottom lip and onto hazel's navy sheets. "babe," you warn. "ohfuck, ohmyfuckinggod, you're gonna make me cu---"

"fuckingsayone," hazel, unbelievably pleads while she unbelievably spears her strap into your cunt. "oh my fucking god, say one, please, please, pleaseplease--"

she starts begging. unprompted. "it's s-so good, it's so, so good, feels so fucking good, wanna c--um in you--" and she probably repeats it. probably repeats that she wants to cum in you until she's blue in the face and,

"o-one--"

until you let her.

the noise that's ripped from hazel's throat is .. embarrassing. virginal, almost. fully reverberates off the walls, and she trembles. her clit convulses against the vibe, twitching with every short stream of her release and she folds. poor girl was holding your hips for something -- for reassurance, to get a grip, dear life, perhaps? as her hips languidly fuck and press into the surface of your ass., rocking your near limp-frame after you've pretty much creamed all over her strap.

hazel hangs over you for god knows how long, dark hair shaggy and some strands stuck to her forehead in wavy wisps. cheeks flushed, and lower lip bitten to hell. the bullet vibe fucking dies, thank god almighty, because god knows she was not in any shape to reach down and turn it off.

she stays like that for a while, until she you feel her again. this time, only gentler, and much more like herself. soft hands caressing the skin of your back, her breath warm and shaky as she peppers a splay of kisses across your skin.

as you come from the surface of your own high, you feel yourself hum. still full of her, and dizzy with it. despite it, you manage -- slurring, slightly.

"haze?"

there's a hum, somewhere.

"did that really feel that good?"

hazel distantly nods, brown locks brushing against your back.

"uh.." hazel frowns, letting out a weak laugh. "y-yeah, honestly."

the mental note gets filed away somewhere deep in the haze of your brain and you grin, when you press your ass one against her just for shits and giggles and hear her gasp, from the sensitivity of it alone.

"that's my girl."

[qirongshusband]

Sorta sequel and "What if" scenario to the "Being Yuji's new civilian BFF", with Male!R surviving (can be injured or not) and trying his best to get Yuji to tell him what's going on while also dealing with the trauma of that night and everything that's happening.

݁˖꩜ Yuuji HC’s . ݁⊹

notes ~ this is ruining me oh my god. 😭😭 /joke

MENTIONS — slight angst, injuries, throwing up/feeling sick, crying/panic episodes, trauma, attempts of suicide,

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— after the incident in shibuya..you were still alive. But no longer human..you were back as a curse. Of course you still looked like you, sounded like you, and acted like you.

— after still being ‘alive’ after what happened of course you weren’t going to be the same, you were still disturbed remembering every thing that happened. It was hard to sleep at night..what’s worse was Yuuji’s reaction when he saw ‘you’.

— his blank expression turned into shock, he was scared but happy..happy his best friend was back but he was some what..unsettled.

— of course you would try to tell Yuuji you don’t know what happened, you don’t know why you’re still alive.

— when yuuji looks at you he feels like throwing up, he cant look at you normally anymore, as the injuries you suffered from Sukunas attack..you had scars all over your body, you were missing an eye, missing an arm, burn marks on some parts of your body, and just..a mess. Of course all those scars were ‘healed’ but yuuji can’t stand the fact his body did that to you. He feels sick to his stomach.

— you’d try to reassure to Yuuji you were still you, nothing has changed. You wanted him to see you the same way as he did before but..he was terrified. Of course he’d fight back on the guilt and try to reassure himself but at times he couldn’t help but break down and sob. It hurts him to know he couldn’t control what he promised he’d control..that damned curse. Sukuna Ryomen.

— even when you’re alone, you’d look at yourself, your reflection..you couldn’t stand to look at yourself, everytime you did it could set you off into a panic attack. The memory of what happened that night sets you off, it causes you pain. Pain you don’t what to remember. He haunts you. His words haunt you. His actions haunt you. Sukuna Ryomen is stuck in your head, your thoughts, your memories.

— you’d sometimes hear him laugh in your head. you’d try and maintain your friendship with Yuuji but nothing remained the same, nor after what happened, he was still shaken up and you felt way worse than he did.

— the feelings of one of your only best friends slowly fading from you hurt, knowing you were a curse hurt, knowing things you didn’t know before hurt. It stayed with you. It stuck to you. It affected your mental horribly.

— as your mental health declines you don’t know if you want to stay like this anymore, not after your appearance, the thoughts that play back like a record, how you can’t look at Yuuji properly with out remembering him.

— you’d try to kill yourself, in many ways but couldn’t..you were a curse. And every time you tried something nothing worked, it phased through like nothing, everything you tried never worked out. But you felt the pain..it was so painful but you always tried more and more each time hoping something would rid you from everything. The trauma. The memories. Everything.

— you isolated yourself from everyone, especially Yuuji, days, weeks, even months can go by..and you were just by yourself. No one to talk or hang out with. Just you.

— of course Yuuji misses you, as much as he was bothered by what happened in Shibuya he couldn’t let that affect the both of y’all’s friendship.

— he found you, the both of you talked for some time, told him everything on how you felt and he expressed himself as well, he apologized and he was sorry..you also apologized to him. For just leaving.

— the both of you tried to make up and ended up working on each other! It helped your mental state quite a bit.

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[ferigrieving]

born to die.

⊹ ࣪ in which touya todoroki was born to die.

⤷ masterlist ; requests open

enji todorokis first mistake was marrying based on quirk.

his second, was touya todoroki.

a fire burning hotter than his father’s, and a body running colder than his mothers.

it was as if he was born to die.

“y’know,” the voice murmured, and in the dim light of the bathroom, you felt like you were hallucinating. your boyfriend sat on the edge of the tub, the air heavy with the scent of burnt flesh and antiseptic. his body was a canvas of agony, a tapestry of third-degree burns, scattered like cruel constellations across his already scarred and tortured skin. “you don't have to do this.”

you knelt beside him, touch gentle but firm, pinning his limbs down everytime he jolted or moved away. “y’know.” you shot back, dipping a cloth into a bowl of ice water, before pressing it down on a particularly angry burn on his abdomen. “i want to do this.”

you bit your lip as dabi winced, a low whine escaping his lips as he white knuckled the tub. his eyes never strayed from yours, the blue reminiscent of the flames that did this to him piercing straight into your soul. his breath was ragged, as if he was forcing himself to breathe, and you couldn't help but worry. 

“so, what happened this time?” you asked, as dabi fidgeted and fiddled with your hands, a silent demand for you to hold his.  you took it in yours and pressed a kiss to his knuckle, his fingertips, his palms. anywhere you could reach.

he grunted, shifting uncomfortably, and in the pale light, you could see the flush on his face. “had a bit of a run in with endeavor’s sidekicks,” dabi admitted, and before you could ask—

“don't worry, i got out fine. just a few burns. nothing major.”

“just a few burns?”

“yeah. just a few,” he retorted, but you could sense his tenseness. “i’ve had far worse than this,” 

you knew him well—and you knew he only ever grew tense with his emotions when you started questioning. but you couldn't help yourself.

“touya, please,” you pleaded, tugging on his hands. to your surprise, he relented, sighing as he leaned down. his forehead met yours, the intimacy of the moment not escaping either of you. “tell me the truth.” you demanded. 

“...i was careless.”

you knew he hated to admit it, but you knew better too. this was his coping mechanism, one not only unhealthy, but toxic. he sounded pained just to say those words, as if it was a confession he would rather die than make.

“i saw him on patrol, and i—i just got irrationally angry.” dabi murmured, and you squeezed his hands in sympathy. “i made the first move, i charged in without a plan or even thinking. im just lucky he was more focused on protecting the civilians than me.” his eyes met yours, and you could see the anguish in those pools of sapphire. “i shouldn’t have done that. im an idiot.”

he didn't have to say his name. you understood. you always did, and always would. this wasn't the first time he had lost his cool after seeing his father wandering the streets on patrol, the man who ruined his life without lifting a finger.

“dont– dont die on me,” you murmured, pulling down his head to press a small kiss on his lips. “i don't know what i’d do.”

“im not gonna die,” dabi hissed, tugging his hands away from you to bring them to your face. 

his touch had always been warm—comforting and inviting, yet dangerous and destructive. he could kill you in an instant, burning your body hotter than you could comprehend, charring your body and blood to ash in a fraction of a second.

somehow, you didn't seem to mind.

your face burned as dabi pressed his forehead against yours, blue eyes burning a hole through you. “i’d be crazy to let death take me before i marry you, love.”

marry… me?

dabi rolled his eyes, a huff of amusement escaping his lips as you stared up at him in shock. “are you deaf, sugar?“ he teased. 

the flush on your face burned brighter, as dabi grinned back at you, before suddenly pulling you up from your crouch. in your surprise, you fell onto his lap as he balanced on the tub edge, hands bracing his scarred shoulders. he wrapped his hands around your waist, legs caging him in on either side. “im saying,” he murmured, lips brushing against yours, “im planning to marry you.”

“n if it were up to me i’d marry you right now.” his teeth snagged your bottom lip, biting down gently on the soft flesh. he soothed it with a kiss, before his words came in a low, seductive whisper. “i’d have you wearing my ring, and my name. no one could touch you.” his eyes darkened, teeth scraping against your earlobe.

“..really?”

dabi nodded against your neck, lips brushing against your exposed skin. “absolutely,” he muttered, placing open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. “id give you everything you ever dreamed of,” dabi whispered. 

you shuddered, hands tangling into his messy, haphazard hair. one of his hands strayed to your waist, pulling at the hem of your shirt as his mouth found its way to the sensitive dip just below your jaw—

“– touya!”

“sorry, sorry, baby.”

dabi winced, pulling away from your neck as you pulled particularly hard on the bandage you were wrapping him with. “watch it sweetheart,” he muttered, as you gave him a disapproving frown. “you might be my next burn victim.”

“it’s your own fault for getting injured,” you muttered, ignoring his empty threats and finishing the last of your wrapping, securing the ends by tucking it in, and under.

dabi rolled his eyes, gingerly picking at the ends of his bandages. “you worry too much,” he mumbled, “i’ve been doing this for years. its nothing i can’t handle.”

“you’re literally falling apart at the seams, love.”

“like i said, nothin’ i cant handle.”

a frown found itself on your face, as your fingers wrapped around his bandaged wrist. you felt him tense for a moment under your touch, and in the dim lighting of the bathroom you could see his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. letting go, you reached for another roll of bandages, starting on the large wound on his calf. 

“i know,” you said softly, “but im still going to worry about you.” your thumb brushed against his pulse, the beat of his life steady against the pad of your thumb.

dabi groaned, head falling back against the tub. “gods,” he muttered, blue eyes meeting yours. “you’re not gonna drop it, are you?” you shook your head, and he let out a long, exasperated groan.

he let go of you, and you tumbled to the ground with a dramatic groan. “you’re the most stubborn man i’ve ever met,” dabi muttered, as you rolled your eyes fondly.

"and you love me for it." you rummaged through the first aid kit "now don't move, i have to sew you up."

his eyes watched you work, admiring the way you moved with practiced ease. your hands, though they were shaking slightly, pulled the needle through his burnt flesh with the precision of a surgeon. one that specialized in over the counter bathroom surgeries.

“so,” your boyfriend drawled, pointedly ignoring your words as his fingers tracing invisible patterns across your shoulders. “about that proposal–”

“what about it?”

dabi rolled his eyes at your dry response. “come on, sugar,” he teased, “dont be so cold on me. just imagine it. y/n todoroki.” he grinned at the way you froze under his gaze. “you’d love it. everyone would know whose husband you are. everyone would see the ring on your pretty fingers, and know that you’re mine.”

“and just imagine, waking up next to me every day,” dabi murmured, pulling your chin to his. his lips brushed against yours as you stared at him, frozen in shock and disbelief. “we’d have a big house, with plenty of extra room for kids...”

your heart pounded in your ears, but dabi only smirked at the clear effect he had on you. “you'd be a great parent,” he whispered, lips ghosting along the crown of your head.

you shut your eyes and turned away from him, clenching the needle tightly as if it was your lifeline. you wanted nothing more to fulfill that wish of his. dabi– no, touya, didn't ask for much, if anything, and you felt like you owed it to him after sticking by your side for so long.

“be quiet and let me do my job.”

dabi tensed as the needle sank into his skin, a low hiss of pain escaping his lips. despite the pain, however, he continued to watch you. “y’know,,” he muttered once you finished the first stitch, “i was planning to do some elaborate proposal,” he murmured. 

the needle pulled through, and you tied off the stitch. “what kind?” you murmured, moving to the next injury.

dabi shuddered at the prick of the needle, eyes falling close as he thought. “well...,” he began, voice low. “probably a big gathering of everyone we knew... and then i’d get down on one knee—”

“i’m pretty sure you’d never do that,” you muttered, pulling the thread tight just to hear him hiss in pain. “it hurts me just thinking about it.” 

dabi scowled, shoving you teasingly. “i would!”

“you’d probably propose to me in the middle of a battle, love.”

dabi snorted. “how did you know?” 

he yelped as you tightened the thread to a borderline excessive tension, shooting you a glare through squinted eyes. “i’d be on the ground, at all those stupid heroes’ feet, you standing next to me. i’d turn to you, and say in my loudest villain voice, ‘will you marry me?’” you couldn’t help but giggle.

“and then everyone would watch you say yes,” he grinned, blue eyes gleaming. “and all those heroes would know you’re my everything.”

he paused, looking off into the distance. “id take you back to the league’s hideout,” dabi mused, eyes meeting yours. “take care of you then, kiss you till you’re breathless,” his fingers traced the curve of your cheek.

“you’d wear something pretty,” he said softly, thumb brushing along your lower lip. “and we’d spend that night together. i’d kiss every inch of you, worship you.”

you knew he was getting far too into the scene from the flush of his cheeks, but couldn’t find it in you to stop. it was far too interesting, listening to his ideas. “quit it, love.”

dabi pouted at your demand, but obligingly stopped all movement. you grinned, satisfied, and went back to work. humming a song to fill the silence, it wasn’t long until dabi joined in. his deep voice rumbled in his chest, making your own hum shudder and stutter.

you finished the last stitch, tying it in a neat bow before clipping the excess string. dabi grinned as your fingers brushed against uninjured skin, a shiver running down his spine.

smiling softly, you laid your head on his knee, tracing the shapes of the burns on his hand with care. “i love you,” you whispered, hoping he heard the depths at which you meant it.

dabi didn’t reply for a long moment. instead, you felt him lift you up and press his lips against the crown of your head. “i don’t think,” he mumbled, “you get how much i love you.”

“but im going to spend every day of our lives together to show you,” dabi muttered. “you’re mine, and i will do everything i can to make you happy.” he pressed another kiss to your temple, eyes closing as he breathed you in.

“you want to travel the world?” he whispered, lips brushing against your hair. you shifted to sit on his leg, resting your head on the space between his shoulder and head. 

“I’ll take you to france, and italy.” he muttered, eyes opening to meet yours. 

“i’ll buy you all those pretty dresses and shoes,” his hands roamed under your shirt, his touch leaving goosebumps in their wake. “and you’d be so gorgeous in them…” 

“–can we go to the states?”

dabi raised an eyebrow at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. “you want to go to that hellhole?” 

you nodded enthusiastically, eyes sparkling with excitement. dabi shrugged, pulling you closer to him as he continued listing off places. “then we’ll go to hawaii,” dabi declared. “i’ll buy you a nice little swimming costume, and we can eat those… what are they called. pineapples.”

“..pineapples?”

“yeah, the little yellow fruits.” dabi grinned, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes. “we’ll spend all day on the beach, lying in the sand…” his mouth descended to the space between your neck and shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to your skin. “we’ll drink those little cocktails. and at night,” his voice dropped to a low murmur, “i’ll make you scream till your hoarse.”

“you’re gross.”

dabi merely raised an eyebrow, fingers dancing along your skin in a way that had your heart rate stuttering. “i promise you, sugar,” he muttered, “you wouldn’t be saying that at all in my hypothetical scenario.” 

you rolled your eyes, holding up his hands to fidget with the metal embedded into his skin. “is that so?”

dabi flashed a mischievous smirk, hands slipping under your shirt to run up the expanse of your skin. “yes,” he murmured softly, teeth grazing against the skin of your neck, “it just might convince you to marry me.”

you felt yourself flush, heat filling your cheeks at the implication. dabi knew exactly what he was doing to you, you thought, as he continued to trail his fingers up and down your stomach. he had you pinned underneath him, his weight pressing tantalisingly against you. dabi was so close, and yet not nearly close enough.

“maybe instead of daydreamin’ about travelin’ the world, we should settle down here, for once.” you murmur against his skin. “maybe get an apartment. or somethin’”

dabi hummed as his mouth roamed just along the underside of your jaw, teeth nipping at your earlobe. “yeah?” he murmured, hand moving to rest on your waist. he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, lips brushing delicately against your skin. 

“i’d like that,” he mumbled, and you felt more than heard the admission against your skin. “i’d like that alot.”

“no more living in the hovel that is this bar,” dabi muttered as he pressed a kiss to your chin. “no more having to be quiet when we’re alone together…” he pressed a kiss under your jaw, mouth trailing down the column of your throat. 

he hummed against your adam’s apple, sending a shiver down your spine. “we should get a place with a big window…” dabi murmured, breath hot against your skin. he moved to press kisses along your collarbone. “--why so?”

dabi pulled his mouth away from your skin, moving up to look at you. his eyes were dark as he looked at you, voice low and husky as he responded. “so then i can have breakfast waiting on the table in front of it.. and i can see you slowly waking up as you drink your coffee,” he muttered, kissing every place he could reach.

“still hazy under the sun…” dabi pulled away to press another kiss to your jaw. “and i can kiss you against the window.”

“and if anyone’s looking,” dabi said teasingly, eyes gleaming as he looked up at you through his lashes. “they can see you belong to me, sugar.”

you let his words hang, content with the silence that filled the room. you don't know how many times you’ve found yourself in the league’s bathroom, tending to your boyfriend's wounds. but this time, you felt it was different. that maybe this might be the last time.

“would you let me?” 

“would i let you do what?”

dabi shifted slightly, his mouth moving to that sweet spot behind your ear. “put a ring on your finger,” he said lowly, voice low and deep, “and promise to worship you forever till we’re old.” 

one of his hands trailed up your shirt, tracing the contours of your side as he gently pressed open mouthed kisses to your skin.

“i think id rather shoot myself than get married to a bitch like you.” you hum, moving your head so he could get better access to your neck. he smelled good. burnt, but good. you’d have to ask him if you could use his body wash sometime.

dabi’s mouth moved up to bite at your lob, his teeth pulling deliciously at your skin. “im not kidding, sugar,” he murmured, voice low and gravely. “you’d be the only person in the whole world who would get a ring from me. and you’d be the only person i’d ever kneel for.”

you stopped at that. “not– not even shigiraki? or stain ? or even all for one?” is this guy out of his mind?

dabi’s lips quirked up, and you could see the edge of a mocking smile. “no,” he muttered, one hand traveling up to tilt your face to his. “just you.” he flashed a small smile, his lips brushing against yours. “the only person worth kneeling for.”

“..then why are you part of the league? just for fun?”

dabi huffed out a laugh, rolling off of you and onto the empty space beside you. “well,” he murmured, voice low and slightly raspy. “you have to work for those expensive vacations, sugar. a man can dream.” 

he flashed a grin as your face lit up with laughter, pulling you into his chest. “don’t laugh like that,” he muttered against your skin. “ill get addicted.”

you let out a laugh at his admission, fingers tangling into the strands of his hair. “then get addicted,” you murmured, voice low as you pressed a kiss to his lips. 

dabi hummed, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you tightly against him. “i already am,” he muttered, teeth nipping at your lower lip.

“you’re everything i’ve wanted, sugar,” dabi whispered lowly, one hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you onto his lap. “and everything ive needed.” he pulled you into another dizzying kiss, all tongue and teeth.

his hands roamed all over your body, fingers tracing every dip and slope of skin he could reach as he kissed you till you were breathless.

and then there was no more talking. just lips against lips, and heat in the cool, dark night. 

it was a transformation, a revelation. under the layers of pain and trauma, was the heart of a boy desperately craving love and acceptance. and now, finally, he had found it in you.

[poppy-metal]

haunted by beyonce is so creep au. i was about it because i love my little freaks and listening to that song. would making a spotify playlist for it be too far lol? little sneak peek...

he spends the rest of his time at college a near recluse. re-reading your old letters. he crumbles them in his hand and feels a need to punch or stab at something but every time he finds himself smoothing them out gently. he tries to channel his anger into other ways. tries not to let this fester in him and make him even worse but it's too late for him to decide. how is he meant to move on when he can't hear a bird chirp without all his thoughts turning to you? 

-☕

AURRRRRRRR

he graduates stanford. its all hazy. he went kind of comatose after your last letter. he sat in his room for days just..... staring at the ceiling. numb. he gets precariously close to failing all of his classes and only slightly comes out of it when he's confronted by patrick and his grandmother calls him worrying about him. he manages to pull himself enough together to push through his last semester. worst of all - he stops playing tennis for awhile. anything that used to make him happy just pisses him off. he moves states with patrick when he offers because the thought of being alone is too daunting. he doesn't trust himself.

patrick and art buy an apartment together - patrick goes pro - art...... stays home. the reality of your absence hits him months later and he comes out of his numb state of shock and its bad. he's self destructive and meaner and he cries more often than he ever used to. he burns half your letters - almost burns the apartment down doing it - but stops halfway through and saves the last remaining ones. he rereads them religiously. he wonders how all of it could be fake. he wonders why he didn't just throw them away when they first started coming. why did he have to engage? he thinks the worst of himself - what kind of pathetic deranged freak he must be to have found these words appealing? to be touched? to fall for someone he doesn't even know? patrick worries about him. they fight alot. patrick isn't used to this kind of art. this miserable, sad, snappish art. he tries to get him back into tennis - but everytime art holds a racket he feels sick. he remembers how much you wrote about it - his tennis. how beautiful you thought he was when he played. how you'd always been watching him. he thinks about you seeing him on TV and not even recognizing him because of how little he meant to you.

he tells patrick he's taking a hiatus from tennis thats all. the media goes crazy about it. but he deactivates all of his accounts.

its been a few years now and people are getting antsy. they want art donaldson back. patrick is niggling him again. he says art looks alot better than he did before. that it'd be good for him. art doesn't know what he wants. being famous again doesn't feel as thrilling as it used to. he wants to be normal again, though. he's gotten good at pretending, at least. he has a job at his local bookstore and he can smile at people and he's having sex and he goes out with patrick sometimes. there's no reason he shouldn't be back out there.

but he's not okay. he's a viper wrapped in the body of a man. he's filled with poison and he wants to inject it into the world around him every day. he still writes to you - he texts your old number - senseless things. the rambles of a mad man. he wants you to turn on the TV and see him step out onto a court as art donaldson again and he wants you to feel him through the screen. he wants you to be watching when he wins and he wants you watching when an interviewer asks him what its like to be back so he can look at the camera and pretend its your eyes he's meeting through the screen when he says, "I've never felt more motivated."

"and what's motivating you, mr. donaldson?"

a smile. "reconnecting with an old friend."

the good thing about being back into tennis, art has found - is the money. money he can use to find you. money he already plans on using to find you.

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod Men With a Reader who has powers

Requested: No

Warnings: Angst, blood mention

Ghost - Mediumship

The first time Ghost saw you talking to a corner of a wall he just sighed, already making a mental note to report you for a psych eval as he went on his way. It wasn’t until you approached him later that day, quiet and hesitant, that he started to get very confused. And then you leaned in, whispered in his ear, “Tommy says to look in the right hand pocket of his leather jacket.” And he was shell shocked, frozen in place as you went on your merry way, like you hadn’t just shaken the foundation of his sanity.

And he did check that jacket, dug it out of a dusty box in the long neglected storage unit he rented under a fake name. What was in it? A picture of him holding Tommy’s newborn, eyes soft as the little one clenched one of his big fingers in both of his tiny hands. On the back, Tommy's chicken scratch handwriting in faded blue ink read “Happiest day of my life. We all love you, Uncle Simon.”

Soap - Invulnerability

The first time Soap ever learned of this he wasn’t even phased, just immediately asked you if he could launch a bazooka at you and see what happens. And you, being the mad bastard that you are, fucking let him, the sheer force of the explosion sending you flying back and crashing through several trees. He attributes it as one of the funniest moments in his life, and he was laughing even as Price made him do laps until he dropped.

While you’re in a relationship with him, it’s really not that much different. He maybe gets a tad more squeamish about recklessness with your power. Okay, maybe a tad is a bit of an understatement. In truth, he’s fucking terrified. He’s scared that you might get hurt, that maybe, even if it was just once, you were left vulnerable and you would be unable to recover. Or worse, that you’d die. The thought plagued him everytime you rush in, uncaring of your own safety until he basically starts bubble wrapping you before every mission.

Alejandro - Super Strength

Alejandro was never a huge fan of the superhuman program. It was nothing against the actual people in the program and more to do with the people who ran it. How they made the people under them miserable, treated them as less than human. It annoys him, makes him angry. Especially when he meets someone as nice as you, always eager to lend a hand around base. Whether it be lifting up a particularly heavy crate of food or tilting a whole automobile to the side when the carjack broke.

But there are moments when he’s reminded of how utterly different he is from you. When he gets to see your not to kind side, as you rip heads from bodies, sharp teeth bared and bloodied like some kind of beast among the corpses of its prey, a snarl on your face and a growl emitting low from within your chest. It….it probably should not have given him such a big hard on. It was even worse when Rudy saw and teased him about being a monster fucker.

König - Size Shifting

König is so utterly confused when he watches you disappear right before his eyes one day. A blink and you’re gone. At first he thinks that maybe you’re a teleporter but then he catches a glimpse of you scampering around on the kitchen floor, clearly looking for something in your tiny form. He thinks he scares you when he kneels down to ask you if you need help, finding it adorable when you jump but quietly accept his offer.

Ever since then you two slowly became inseparable. His favorite modes of yours are either teeny tiny or absolutely fucking gigantic. If you go tiny then he loves to have you inside his mask, cuddling up to his face. Or have you on his shoulder during lunch time, feeding your little crumbs of his food until you feel like you’re gonna pop. But he so loves it when you’re big too, picking him up like a baby and cradling him against your chest, or swinging him above your head while laughing. And oh the cuddles are so nice when you’re wrapped around him so fully. He can’t remember the last time he ever felt so safe.

[magicaldragons]

analysing varadha's psyche

a deep dive into the workings of his mind

varada, because of his childhood, has always seen love as something to be worthy of, given to those who either have inherent value or have earned it.

and even though he instinctually knows, deep down, that deva will protect him, and trusts deva to come when he calls, it still shocks him when deva does goes to extremes or places varadha's regard over his own.

he definitely doesn't understand it, especially with his own view of himself; and everytime deva shows up for him, he has the thought 'this is the farthest deva will go for me' and is proven wrong each time.

but we see him grow familiar with deva's loyalty and devotion to him, with the more time he spends in deva's presence, which leads us to our next point:

2. varadha does not ask for things, because he's faced disappointment enough. he's tired of not receiving or being able to hold onto that which he wishes for – and it's led him to a point where he cannot imagine the privilege of 'wanting' anything for the sake of it.

this is very common in those who have been raised in an unhealthy environment or have had a deficit of love or safety – he's had to tell himself "no" so often, that he finds it very hard to ask for things.

which is why it's also very fitting that deva understands him so well, and can anticipate what he needs, even before varadha has to figure out how to ask.

we see varadha get more comfortable towards the end of the movie though, where after they've fought together, he says he wants the kingdom.

he doesn't phrase it as a request to deva specifically, it's more of a goal for himself. but the fact that he has this desire, and wants something specific, tells us that he finally feels secure enough to think beyond survival and safety.

3. in the present, he carries out all duties as king solely because he is obligated to. it is definitely not something his heart is in.

even when he asked for the throne, it was WITH deva by his side, right after the adrenaline rush of fighting side by side with him.

otherwise, varadha had actually given up a while before the ceasefire, just wanting to make sure the people around him would be safe, even if he died:

when rudra touched his mukku poga again, he had been completely capable of fighting back, but he'd lost all will to. the only thing that changed his mind – the only thing that had made him not only want to live, but want to strive for more – was the chance that he would get to have it and simultaneously have Deva next to him as well.

now that deva is gone, and their relationship messed up, he knows deep down, that none of this is really worth it, but he forges ahead because the responsibility of a kingdom has fallen to him, and if not him, it will end up in the hands of those who hate him and would do worse things to him than death.

3. varadha does not like calling deva 'devaratha' (the only time we've heard him say 'devaratha,' is when they were at the gate, for official purposes)

he still calls him 'deva' in the present, even though they're not on good terms, especially after deva hurt him seven years ago

he clearly cannot bring himself to call the other anything other than 'deva,' which implies a complete refusal to distance himself from deva anymore than he already has.

4. he's very self-disciplined and very resolute when he decides to be. once he has made a decision, he's not intimidated and cannot be threatened into doing the opposite, which also makes him very loyal once he's devoted himself to a cause.

his father definitely tried multiple methods to get the truth out of varadha, but we know that varadha stayed silent and never revealed anything that could put deva in danger, even to the people he trusts with his own life.

[heartfullofleeches]

By the teeth

Creep Yan + G.N Friendly Creep Reader Blurb

Warning: light gore

You're so nice.....

A fraction of your kindness was more than they had ever received. It was real too - not like teachers or peers who were always told to look out for the weakest link. The sincerity and care in your words reached your eyes; yet another thing they'd never witnessed before. As if you couldn't get anymore perfect, you even shared some of the same interests. When they gushed about their favorite films you came to them the next day carrying a signed poster. The envy they felt when you informed them the actor who's signature you possessed died not even a day later. You gave it to them as confirmation of your new friendship and that's when they knew they were in love. You don't even free out when they show you the dead things their cats bring. It must be meant to be.

You're so kind - to everyone you met. It's the bridge that separates you. Whereas they walk home alone, you have a group to guide your way. You invite them everytime, but they know they aren't welcomed by all. So charismatic and cute and sweet. It's no wonder you have so many admirers. It's only in your nature as innocent soul to attract demons so they don't blame you when you're asked out on dates. They don't blame you when someone walks up to you with bashful eyes and a blushing smile - asking to meet somewhere you can truly be alone. They don't blame you...not at all.

Which is why they'll hate themselves even more for what they were going to do.

Gloved fingers grip at their clothed mouth. They'd make it look like a robbery gone wrong. Just one stab. Just one - and it'd all be over. If anyone was to blame, it was them. Any bastard who would drag their angel into a dingy, dirty alleyway deserved to die. They prayed their rage wouldn't get the best of them. If they got carried away and your eyes met, they'd die right on the spot.

Their thoughts are interrupted by something...strange. A wet, slurping noise floods the alley - pained gurgles and groans creeping between each intake. They couldn't see well with their shades. The two of you were just- standing there; locked in each other's arm. Your hands claw red streaks into your partner's back and that's when they realize how truly off this felt. They - they were hurting you. The creep's actions would be justified in this scenario. Maybe God was finally giving them a chance.

Clutching the handle of their knife, they proceed forward - scene unraveling with each step.

One - your arms tighten around their waist.

Two - your head rolls back.

Three - the tender flesh of their neck pulls with it. You'd already torn a hole through their jugular and the gush of carmine overflowed your gorgeous lips as you went in for another. Gulping the thick substance down your stuffed throat, you pull the limp figure to your chest as your lips crawl to their ear. You shake them gently, pouting as they fall slack in your arms.

"Heyyyyy, you were all over me a second ago... What happened?"

The childlike glee in your voice gave them chills. That bubbly ting that made - still makes their heart leap. You go in for one more bite, dropping them like a sack of potatoes as you chew. The body collapses into the earth as their knees give out. They fall a second later than it, catching your guard. You wave

"Mhm-mhm!"

You step over the body and towards them. They pedal backwards, but you're far faster being on both of your feet and bounce before they can even try to get up. Their eyes search your face for anything. Are you going to attack them too? Why was their heart racing so fast from the thought? Why were they jealous they weren't the first? They shut their eyes, bracing for the worse.

"mmmmmm"

Light assaults their senses as they force themselves to face what you have done. Rather the sting of a bite, they feel something softer - centered on their lips. It was another pair. You were kissing them. The shock loosened their tight jaws, allowing you to siphon the fatty blood clung to the roof of your mouth into theirs. They weakly beat your chest, forced into swallowing by the lack of oxygen and your hands around their throat. Their thighs clinch as you squeeze. Thick clots bind you as you pull away. You smile that beautiful - teeth dyed red. They lick your canines.

"-wahh! Whew! That was more than - and way grosser than I expected. Must've been a smoker. Anywho, as I was saying - hello! I've been wondering where you've been. You haven't followed me home this past you nights. I missed you, ya."

You pinch and smack at their cheeks as they stare off - stunned.

"Hmph, you can make up for it by getting rid of that for me. Call me when you're done and we can watch something together, kay. I'm sure you have my number, but lemme make sure it's the right one."

They had you their phone. You punch in your contact information, happily humming away and bouncing to a song that came to mind. You kiss their cheek as you jump off them.

"Pick up something to eat when you come too or I'll eat you next. I'm starving. See you soon!"

As you walk off they look down at their phone. There's a heart and a hallo at the end of the title you gave yourself. Your angel. They clutch the device to their chest.

Love really did exist....even for someone like them.

[lvis44]

Sweet Escape - Pt. 4 // LH44

Lewis Hamilton x Y/N

Warnings: Swearing, 18+ (mentions of sexual acts), alcohol, angst, regret, slightly derogatory/degrading speech, not edited

Word Count: 3.5k+

Summary: Paradise is supposed to be fun and relaxing... a Sweet Escape, but when unspoken feelings and jealousy rise to the surface, everything can be turned upside down in the blink of an eye.

Notes: Slightly different format for this chapter but it felt the best way to get a glimpse at Lewis. This part is a bit shorter than the others but I wanted to break it up into two parts for the sake of flow, next part is a very important moment...

I am not a professional writer and all of this is a work of fiction and is strictly for fun. Enjoy! xxx

Previous Sections: Prologue - Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Lewis

The house is still quiet as he makes his way through the front door, it's still early, the birds just starting to wake themselves. He pushes the door shut behind him quietly, doing his best not to attract any attention. Slipping his shoes off, he softly makes his way deeper into the house, hoping no one is awake yet.

“Really? Again?” He hears Charlotte's voice as he steps into the kitchen.

He lets out a sigh, knowing he’s trapped, he makes his way over to where she sits at the kitchen island. He should have known she would be up, she’s always been an early riser, usually giving him a run for his money. 

“You at least knew where I was this time.” He says, sitting down next to her.

He can feel tension flowing off of her in waves, unsure where it’s coming from. Last time she had been mad because she didn’t know where he had gone, this time she knew exactly where he was. He almost expected she would know he probably wouldn't be home until the morning.

“Whatever.” She grumbles, getting up to refill her coffee cup.

“Why do you seem so mad at me?” He asks, confusion evident in his voice.

“Why don’t you tell me?” She turns around to look at him, leaning against the counter with an almost disgusted look on her face.

“What? Marina and I had a few drinks while I was playing with Leon. I ended up sleeping on the couch after we put him to bed. What’s the big deal?” He truly couldn’t decipher where her animosity was stemming from.

“It’s not about Marina and you know it.” Her voice was stern, making him wrack his head for what he could have possibly done.

He shakes his head slightly, still unclear on the anger being directed at him. At this point he had been in more arguments over the course of this supposed vacation than he had in months, maybe years. He was getting rather drained.

“Are you that fucking dumb?” Charlotte's voice is almost bewildered, shocked that he could be so naive, “You fucked up, big time, and now you don’t even remember? God that's even worse.”

Then it hits him, Y/N has talked to her. He’s not necessarily shocked, they tend to tell eachother everything, but he was hoping he could work it out with her before it became front page news around the house. He opens his mouth to speak but Charlotte doesn’t let him.

“You can do whatever you want with whomever you want, I won’t ask questions, but how dare you do that to Y/N. You absolute fucking asshole.” She scoffs as she shakes her head.

“Everything seemed fine, she seemed okay and then all the sudden it wasn’t. I didn’t realize how bad it was going to be.” He tries to explain.

“Seriously? That’s not the point, you shouldn't have done anything in the first place. Not only is she one of your best friends, your fucktoy was still in the goddamn house!” Charlotte exclaims, still keeping her voice down to not attract attention.

“Fuck, I know, my timing was horrible but she just always looks so goddamn perfect. Everytime I see her I can’t keep my eyes off of her, I want her all the time and I don’t know I took a chance and she didn’t seem to particularly reject it.” His voice is almost sarcastic as he finishes his sentence.

“Her pushing you away and not speaking to you was a green light to you?” Charlotte scoffs with disgust.

“I mean up until then, everything seemed fine, she seemed into it, then everything just flipped.” He tries to reason.

“Have you ever considered that she wasn’t thinking straight? That you, being you, may have clouded her judgment? The second her brain caught up she pushed you away Lewis.” Charlotte argues, disgusted that he’s trying to share the blame with Y/N.

“How the hell is that my fault?” He asks, baffled. 

“How is it not your fault?” Charlotte throws back at him.

“Okay, so you’re saying that because I’m Lewis Hamilton she let me just about fuck her but then she realized she didn’t want to? I think we’re pretty far past Y/N being amazed by the fact that I can race a fucking car.” His voice is sarcastic, he’s becoming more defensive, clearly done with his friend meddling in the situation.

“No Lewis, it’s not the fucking fame or the racing. It’s the goddamn charm that you turn on every single second you’re around her. You flirt with her like it’s your job, you’re constantly finding ways to be close to her or touch her in some way. You act like a boyfriend half the time and then turn around and go fuck some random model for a week. You can’t have both and you need to realize that before you hurt her even more. You’re confusing her and she doesn’t fucking deserve it.” Charlotte lets out a deep breath at the end of her rant, staring directly into his eyes to make her point.

He takes a moment, taking in what Charlotte just said before speaking, “I don’t know how to not be like that with her. It’s just natural, I don’t know why but anything else would feel so… foreign I guess.”

“Ah so trying to fuck her was just what? Natural? You just couldn’t help yourself?” Charlotte rolls her eyes, disgusted by her friend.

“No, I mean, I don’t know. Fuck. It just felt like the moment, I realized a while ago that I kind of wanted more and it just felt like the time to finally act on it.” He tries and fails to defend himself.

“Lewis, if you want more, try, I don’t know, asking her out? Telling her how you feel? The way to fucking act on it is not fingering her out of the blue just because she’s infront of you in a fucking swimsuit.” Charlotte hisses at him.

“What you wanted me to go up to her and say ‘hey I really want to fuck you’. Charlotte, be real, we would be in the exact same situation.” Lewis laughs cynically.

“You don’t just want to fuck her and we both know that Lewis. You’re allowed to have goddamn feelings once in a while.” Charlotte says, sounding almost defeated.

He pauses, swallowing heavily. He knows she's right, he cares about Y/N much more than he would care to admit. It’s not that he doesn’t want her to know, it’s that he doesn’t know how the hell he would tell her, and now it feels like that ship has sailed. He fucked everything up and he’s well aware.

“First of all, let it be known that if she wants to toss you to the fucking curb and never speak to you again, I will fully support her on that, I’m not groveling on your behalf. Second of all, you hurt her more than I think you realize and you need to put in some goddamn work if you think you’re coming back from it. She told me last night that she wanted to go home, she doesn’t even want to be around you Lewis.” Charlotte tells him sternly.

“She wants to go home?” He asks quietly, his voice cracking, the reality of the situation truly setting in.

“Yes Lewis, she does. She’s questioning every single second she’s been around you, she barely believes you ever even wanted to be her friend, that this was all some fucking long game to you, and I don’t blame her.” 

That hits him like a ton of bricks. He would never want Y/N to second guess anything about his friendship, all of it has been genuine. He truly cares about her, loves her so deeply in ways he can’t even process. Never throughout the friendship has it ever been a game, he needs her in his life, however he can have her.

As if Charlotte can read his mind, she speaks up one last time, “If you want to keep her around in anyway shape or form, you have a lot of fucking work to do. Talk to her because she doesn’t deserve to feel used. Fix it or you’re going to lose her and I’m not going to stop her.”

With that Charlotte leaves the room, leaving Lewis to sit at the counter in silence. He feels ashamed and broken, so scared that he may have permanently lost one of the most amazing people he has ever met, all because he let a cloud of lust overshadow his emotions. He can’t lose Y/N, but he knows in order to keep her, he has to come clean, and that terrifies him. For a man scared of so few things in life, the one thing that paralyzes him, is realizing he just might be in love with his best friend.

Y/N

“Good morning sleepy head.” Charlotte's light voice sings through the room when she notices you’re finally awake.

“Hi.” You groan into the pillow, making her laugh.

“C’mon, get up, we’re going on a hike.” She says, swatting at your leg in attempts to get you out of bed.

“You really don’t know how to get me out of bed.” You laugh, rolling over to finally look at her.

She’s showered and dressed, clearly having woken up much earlier than you.

“Oh stop, it’ll be fun, it’s beautiful out.” She continues to convince you.

You don’t respond, just roll over once again and burrow further into the pillows.

“You have five seconds to get your ass out of bed before I call in reinforcements.” Her voice is playfully stern.

You let the five seconds pass, hoping to have called her bluff. Much to your dismay, she was dead serious.

“Miles! Come get Y/N’s butt outta bed.” She yells out the door, much louder than you were ready for first thing in the morning.

“Coming dear.” You hear him yell down the hall before his loud footsteps quickly approach.

“Come on, up ya get.” He says, pulling your blankets back, making you curl into a ball to try to preserve your warmth in the air conditioned room.

He just laughs, attempting to grab your ankle and pull you out of the bed, making you kick him right above his groin, a narrow miss.

“Close call,” He chuckles, “okay, you leave me no choice.”

You're confused for only a moment before you feel his arms wrapping around you, quite literally removing you from your bed and throwing you over his shoulder. You let out a shriek, hitting his back as he walks you down the hallway to the kitchen.

“Well that’s quite the wake up call.” You hear Lewis laugh from somewhere in the room.

“Put me down.” You whine, not entirely amused at your abrupt removal.

“Fine, fine.” He huffs out behind a laugh, finally placing you on one of the bar stools, “Coffee?”

“Cocaine.” You joke through a groan as you burrow your head into your arms against the counter top in front of you.

“I mean that could be arranged but I think coffee may be a better option for eight o'clock in the morning.” Lewis laughs.

You peek your head up just enough to see him placing a mug in front of you, giving him a small smile of appreciation before properly sitting up. You’re slightly confused at how normal he’s being, almost as if nothing ever happened. Part of you enjoys it but the other part of you is still beyond angry at him, you can’t decide which one you want to win. When you finally take a sip of your coffee you almost want to roll your eyes, it’s exactly how you like and you immediately know he made it.

“I would like to make it known that hikes are not something I consider a vacation activity.” You say, hoping maybe you can dissuade them.

“You and I both, it’s only Lewis and Char that want to go.” Steph says, giving them a look. You can tell she has also only just gotten out of bed.

“Well I hope you two have a lovely time.” You say with an exaggerated smile, looking at the both of them.

“Oh come on, you guys will love it once we’re there.” Lewis argues with a smile.

“Maybe, but I also love the pool that's outback and that doesn’t require climbing a mountain.” You fire back at him.

“It’s not even a mountain, more like a big hill.” He tries to reason, not quite convincing you.

“A big hill with bugs and snakes.” You continue to argue.

“There’s bugs and snakes outback too,” He points out, making you groan, “and there’s a gorgeous waterfall and a big swimming hole at the top of this big hill.”

That finally piques your interest, growing slightly warmer to the idea.

“Eat something and go get ready, I want to head out soon.” Charlotte says, knowing they’ve won the argument without her even needing to join.

You do as she says, quickly eating a bowl of fruit and finishing your coffee. You don’t speak to Lewis anymore but you're still slightly confused by the interaction, unsure why you let it be so normal. You decide it must be that subconsciously you didn’t want to make a scene in front of your other friends, you just hope he knows that all is not forgiven, not even close. As you get ready, you go to put on a swimsuit under your clothes. You grab the first one you see in your bag before freezing, looking at the swimsuit in your hand makes your stomach churn, it’s the one you had worn the other day, the one Lewis had apparently liked so much he decided to make a move on you. You quickly grabbed a different one, something much more modest, not wanting to show more skin around him than necessary. You hated that you felt that way around him all of the sudden, usually you wouldn’t care, he and Miles were always your hype men making you feel even more confident about whatever you chose to wear. Never had you felt the need to cover up around him but you couldn't help it. You hated that he now had the power to picture exactly what was under your suits bottom, that’s not something your best friend should know, if that's actually what he is.

When you finally arrived at the trail you couldn’t help but be annoyed that Lewis had been right, it was absolutely gorgeous and you hadn’t even started the hike. He had also been right that it was more like a big hill than a mountain and for that you were grateful, you were still drained from everything that had occurred over the last few days and a proper hike wasn’t something you had in you. As you started the trek you found yourself walking slower than the rest of the group as you admired the surroundings, taking everything in. The tree's canopy was letting through only dappled sunlight and you could hear frogs and birds all around you.

“Hey, slow poke, you comin?” Miles’ voice snapped you out of your trance, looking up to where he stood with his hands on his hips and a teasing smirk on his face.

“Yup, sorry.” You said as you jogged up the hill toward him, winding you slightly.

He took note of your struggle, laughing at you, “You gotta start training with Lewis and I, we’ll whip your ass into shape.”

“Oh fuck off, I’m perfectly fine.” You said as you caught your breath. You were in pretty decent shape but being friends with professional athletes, that didn’t cut it at times like this. 

He just laughed at you as you made your way up to the group that had slowed down to wait for you. 

The hike itself was uneventful and rather short. You were still amazed by the beauty around you as you kept to yourself, your friends joking and laughing ahead of you. Miles stayed with you for the most part, he kept looking at you out of the corner of his eye as if he was checking on you. It seemed like he could tell something was up with you. When you finally made it to the waterfall you were at a loss for words. It was stunning, almost majestic, so powerful it drowned out all the sound around you. As you looked around, you saw Lewis drop his stuff, already taking his shirt off. He noticed you looking at him, offering you a tight lipped smile. You didn’t return it, looking away from him quickly as you found a place to put your own things. It took only a few moments before you heard a large splash from behind you, followed by another shortly after. When you turned you saw that Lewis and Miles had both promptly jumped directly into the water, completely drenching themselves and Steph who was standing at the edge. She did not look amused as Lewis attempted to apologize through a fit of giggles. Her response was to jump into the water after him, landing almost on top of him and taking him underwater with her. He came up from the water, sputtering slightly with a shocked look on his face before bursting into another fit of laughter. You silently thanked her for the accidental payback for the day at the beach when he threw you into the wave. You watched for a moment as he played around with your friends in the water, he looked like a kid without a care in the world and for a moment you wondered if the situation between the two of you bothered him at all. How was it so easy for him to act like everything was perfectly fine? Miles called out to you, telling you to join them. 

When you jumped in the water it was much deeper than you had expected, going much further down than anticipated. You came back up, sputtering much the way Lewis just had. You shook your head while you treaded water, enjoying the coolness of the fresh water.

“Good?” You heard Lewis ask, much closer to you than you had expected, you hadn’t seen where he was when you first jumped in.

You nodded before he swam away from you, when he stopped you could tell he was standing even with his chest still submerged in the water.

“It’s shallower over here.” He called out to you, beckoning you over.

Against your better judgment you paddled over to him, wanting to be able to relax instead of treading water the entire time. When you made it over to him you noticed that he was right, the water was still deep but you were able to stand flat footed, the water coming up just above your shoulders.

“Having fun?” He asked softly, his voice slightly unsure.

Once again you nodded, still not entirely sure how to navigate a casual conversation with him.

“Good, I’m glad.” He said with a soft smile.

He stood there with you for another moment, staying silent as he looked up at the canopy of trees above your heads. You admired him as he admired the view. His braids were loose, pushed back from his face with the water they had been soaked in, there were a few droplets of water just barely dripping from his beard, his necklaces danced in the sunlight from where they hung around his strong neck. You watched as his prominent Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed. He brought his head back down, looking over at you, catching your stare but not acknowledging it as he usually would.

“Beautiful.” He said quietly. The way he said it made you feel like he was talking about more than just the view but all you did was agree, also talking about a little more than the view.

“It is.” You nodded.

You didn’t stay with him much longer as Charlotte called over to you to make you come explore the waterfall with her. She gave you a look, checking that you were alright as you approached. You just nodded, telling her not to worry about it as you joined her in making your way around the back of the waterfall to find Miles. You all enjoyed the water for more than an hour before deciding it would be best to head back to the house. You felt more content than you had in the last twenty four hours but still unsure of how to navigate your relationship with Lewis. You knew you needed to talk to him but that was one of the last things you wanted to do at the moment. However soon enough, you would have to pick yourself up and confront him, you owed it to yourself at the very least.

[thoughtsofatransboy]

"Forgiven"

Priest!Gerard x Ftm!Reader

Warning: NSFW, Dark content? Grammar mistakes I'm not a native English speaker, Probably doesn't make sense cuz i don't have a clue of what people do in a Catholic church, Religious guilty, Sin confession, Religious mention (what you expected? It's a priest), kinda of blasphemy? (Idk, you're fucking a priest inside the church, is it blasphemy?) Ftm reader, low-key dysphoria mentions. (Ignore Frank lol)

Synopsis: You're a low-key religious ftm guy, Father Way is the only one who understands you and don't judge you by your gender, but how can you confess to him when he is the one in your sinning thoughts?

"Here i am..." You said, finally arriving the little church. Despite you being trans, you still kind of religious, anytime you think you sin, you feel a necessity to confess, but this time you went too far.

The sin of Lust. But you made it WORST. You were fucking desiring a priest, the local priest, the only one who supported you on being yourself. You were feeling horrible, but what could you do? Father Way was the hottest guy you ever seen, the way he moves, the way he talks and the way we calmly listen to you everytime you need to confess.

You see Father Way, when he looks back to you, he goes to you. "Hello Son, need to confess again?"

You nod timidly, nothing else to say. Trying to figure out how to manage through this situation, how could you confess to him when he's the reason you sinned? Well, it's not like you have time to think now, he's already leading you to the confessional.

As you sat down, he noticed you were very nervous, in an attempt to calm you down, he said "Calm down my dear... Tell me your sins, you will be forgiven... There's nothing in the world that you do that can't be forgiven. The tone he said it could make your body melt right there, it's not your fault that he's so sexy even while trying to be modest, isn't it? Oh... How could God forgive you when you are sinning inside his own house? Inside the church?

"Dear? Are you feeling nice?" Father Way's voice breaks your mental focus, now you know you need to start it or at least say something. "Sorry Father, I'm going to start..." You left out a pity and anxious sigh. "I've been lustful... Filthy thoughts... And about someone i shouldn't..."

"A married man?" It was the worst he was expecting, honestly. "No... E-even worse" Father Way raised an eyebrow... suspecting of who could be the one making you have naughty thoughts.

"Then? Who is it?" You swallow it hard, getting more and more anxious. "A...a p-priest. I-i visited another church last week and-and i met a young priest and he's...cute" Fuck! You're a horrible liar. "hmmm... I see, i see... I'm not going to lie, it is a pretty bad sin... But you can receive forgiveness, just don't do it again and pray asking God for forgiveness, He will listen to your plead, I'm sure"

"But father... i-i..." You shut your eyes down, trying to breath but you couldn't, the guilty was too much, some tears started to roll down by your face. "Father... the... priest... is..is..." You decide to tell it, if you didn't the guilty would eat you alive. "You! You're the one in my thoughts! My worst ones"

Way was impressed, the confessional was suddenly silent but after some seconds, that felt like years, he smirked a little "Oh sweet boy... What a bad, naughty boy... you've been getting all aroused because of me?" You blink three times in shock, you really hope you aren't dreaming...

"F-father... what are you saying-?" You're more nervous than before, happy that Way's teasing you but shy at the same time. "Oh... You know very well what I'm saying" He stepped off of the confessional cabin, getting closer and closer to you, the gap between you and he is very little. He started to kiss you jaw getting closer to your ear "Want this? Couldn't lie... I've been a little interested in you too... But you're probably happy with it, aren't you? Don't lie" You could only nod. "Great" without you noticing he was already with his hands all over your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"I'll fuck your sins out of you, 'kay? So you get satisfied and won't do it ever again... You so shy today... Where's my brave boy?" You couldn't hold it anymore, you pull him into a kiss, a deep and lustful kiss. You guys separate it after some time, in the need to breath. "There he is! There he fucking is..." He started to kiss and suck in your neck, whispering praises to you "Such a sweet boy, so pretty, so handsome... You're very handsome, aren't you?"

You could only whine and moan while he attached your neck, but you wouldn't let it go this easily. You pushed him, making him enter the confessional cabin, once he entered it, you didn't thought twice before sitting on his lap, now your time to suck and kiss his neck, licking and holding tight on his shoulders. "Oh my God boy... You gonna kill me this way.... Argh!" Way tried to hold his moans, too proud to let them out. You grind against his lap, making friction against his bulge, the bulge you only noticed now that he sat down. You kissed him deep once again, harmoniously wrapping his tongue with yours, it was a messy and sloppy kiss, but one full of desire.

"Aaaa...Mmm.. okay boy! 'kay! Got it dude... you're in control, Kay? Kay?" You smirk, happy that he finally admitted it. "We need to be quickly, soon we'll have a mass..." You got in your knees, already pulling out his cassock. Once you removed it, you already started to kiss and tease his bulge, once you remove his cock from the boxers, you look at him, with a naughty smile, his cheeks all flushed and his breath hot.

You kiss and lick the tip of his cock, taking the opportunity to massage his balls, his cock throbbing crazily and his moans echoing around. "Yeah! T-that's my dude... A good cock sucker... Mmm... My little cock sucker, thank you... Argh! Thank you.... C-can i suck your dick too?" You stopped your sucking, glaring at him, nodding as quick as you processed the information.

Way put you on his place, crawling between your legs, unbuttoning your jeans and pushing your boxers down. The groan he left out was nothing but pure carnally desire. "What a pretty dick... What a pretty hot hole... I love it" He started licking delicately over your t-dick, kissing and sucking making you melt in pleasure. "Can i finger you? D-do you like it?" You nodded, Way inserted two fingers into your hole, not focused in being quick but in touching your sweet spots. He felt you clench hard around his fingers, he giggled silently, going back into sucking your t-dick. "Good... You're going to cum for me, huh? Gonna cum for me handsome?..." You finally reached your climax, moaning high and shameless, for a second being grateful that the church was empty today.

Your legs were a little shaking, so he put you on his lap a little, stroking your hair. "Forget that shit about being quick...my handsome...so good for me... You were incredible..." He kissed your cheek and kept stroking your hair. After some minutes you both decided to take the next step, he stroked himself a little, rubbing against your entrance. "Shh... Shh... I'll take care of you handsome, i promise" He pushed it into you slowly and delicately, like he was touching a piece of glass. His firsts thrusts were deep and slow, letting you adjust to him and afraid of hurting you. "You too tight... Oh God..." He started bucking his hips into yours, his thrusts getting faster and faster, you bucking your hips down on his too, increasing the deepness and the friction, you both left out a cracked moan. "F-Father... Oh my gosh... You're so good... So hot..."

You guys muffled each other's moans with kisses. "I love you Way! I love you..." you bucked your hips particularly harder this time. "Thanks handsome... i love you! I-i love you too....!" You're reaching your climax along with him. "Aaaa! D-dude... Gonna c-cum on my cock sweet boy? I think you really sh-should!" You clenched hard around his cock, finally cumming. He didn't lasted that long after you finished, he bucked his hips one last time before cumming inside you. He kissed your lips with a soft sigh. "You're incredible... I'm happy to have you... So pretty and hot.." you giggled a little, resting your head on his shoulder. "Forgiven" you both crack in a laugh, he stroked your hair a little more. "I'll help you to get dressed, the mass will start very, very soon... When it finishes, I'll bring you home and we'll cuddle together, okay?" You only nodded, pecking his lips while he helped you to put your boxers on again. You left the confessional cabin, taking a seat waiting for the mass to start. Smiling silly everytime you locked your eyes into his, now you're deep in sin, but really happy.

[jflemings]

— in the garden where no one can find us

pairing: katie mccabe x reader

synopsis: you’re getting married off and katie finds a way to stop it

warnings: a teensy tiny big of angst, legit minuscule

a/n: lmk if y’all like au’s hehe (this will have a part 2 purely for the fact that i cbf writing it all in one part soz xx)

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you and katie had spent your entire lives together. your mothers were the best of friends and had wanted to raise the two of you the same way.

during your summers the two of you would vacation together, spending your time running amuck in the grounds and playing. you’d pretend to be mermaids and swim in the lake before you’d get called back in for lunch where you would all sit at a banquet table and feast.

it was nice being with katie’s family. she had lots of siblings and her dad would always let the two of you raid the sweets before dinner, her older siblings would let you guys stay up with them to watch movies and would hide you under the mounds of blankets whenever your parents came looking. you’d play football during the day and tell scary stories around a bonfire at night, have dance parties and do gymnastics in the long hallway that lead to the sunroom.

in moments where you wanted to escape the chaos you’d go into the garden and listen to the birds chirp overhead, their song bringing you peace as you sat in the middle of the big hedge maze and took in the otherwise silent garden. one time katie found you and you had told her that it’s where you would go for a bit of quiet. at first she didn’t understand it but the more she went with you into the maze the more she got the appeal of listening to the birds.

your first kiss was in that maze, the birds chirping brightly as the two of you embarked on a new chapter of your story together.

when you got of age, you were both sent off to boarding school to continue your studies. katie was already well known among the staff because of her big family and everytime the teachers would read her name off the register they’d sigh, always dreading having another mccabe come through their class.

you on the other hand only had a younger sister, lily. your parents weren’t able to get pregnant more than twice even though they tried, it had broken their hearts. before he passed, there had been issues with your grandfather since they hadn’t produced a son. he was a very traditional man and expected his family to have the same values. on more than one occasion you heard him and your mother in the study arguing over the way she was raising you, him always leaving more disappointed than when he came when your mother stood her ground.

your parents loved the two of you all the same though and they made the conscious effort to show you that everyday.

which is why it was such a shock when they informed you they would be marrying you off in the spring.

you had outright refused and cursed them for enforcing such an outdated tradition. your protests had ultimately fallen upon deaf ears, the two of them telling you that it was strictly for ally reasons and that it was just something that needed to be done.

their reasoning made it worse and since then things between the three of you had been frosty. you couldn’t understand why they would do this to you, especially since it was a well known secret that you and katie had been in love with eachother since you were teenagers. it wasn’t something that was outright addressed but both of your families knew and would often make jokes about your own wedding and how grand it would be, how the two of you would be the first public royal lesbian couple.

you and katie did everything normal couples did without the explicit label. you went on dates, said i love you to eachother and slept in the same bed when your families would vacation together. you were there for all her family events and she was there for yours, the two of you constantly getting papped together looking too cozy to be just friends.

like at this very moment. katie’s arm is around your waist as she leans into your ear snickering about a distance cousin and his distaste for the little tea cakes on display in front of him. she continues to talk lowly to you despite the media personal that are hovering the morning tea, all of them eyeing the two of you skeptically as they try to get a sneaky photo.

“are you okay?” she suddenly asks you, leaning away from you face to hold eye contact “you’ve hardly laughed at anything i’ve said”

“maybe you’re just not funny” you retort before reaching for a scone and some jam.

katie rolls her eyes and gives your waist a quick squeeze before passing you the butter and sipping her freshly poured cup of tea “i’m serious, are you feeling alright? you’re not sick are you?”

you shook your head “no, i’m not sick”

she furrows her brows and subtly puts her hand on your knee, giving it a squeeze before jerking her head in the direction of the entrance “let’s go to the garden”

“katie they’re gonna notice we’re gone!” you protest, subtly looking to where your mother’s eyes were boring into you “we can’t”

katie puffs her cheeks out before tossing her napkin on the table and beginning to stand “who cares” she says, pulling your chair out “they won’t miss us”

despite your protests, you link your pinky finger with hers and follow her out the door. she pulls you out of the tea room and down the hallway half skipping as she goes. you can’t help but laugh at her antics as she skips ahead of you, the sound of her short heels on the polished floor echoing off the expensive art lining the walls. the ochre red curtains are drawn back like they usually are in the summer allowing the mid morning light to shine through and illuminate everything it touches. fresh flowers from your mother’s garden sit in old matching vases on marble columns, bringing a sense of life to the otherwise dull coloured hall.

katie reaches the end of the hall before you and holds open the door before taking your hand and leading you down a set of grand stairs and through a hedge maze the two of you have memorised.

she links your arms as you stroll, her voice soft as she speaks “seriously are you okay? you’ve not been yourself”

you bite your lip “there’s- uhm, something i need to tell you”

the shake of your voice makes katie’s stomach drop and she subconsciously tightens her arm around yours. she remains silent, knowing that if there’s something bothering you that it would be better to just let you get it out without her interrupting.

you abruptly stop and unlink your arm from hers before nervously picking at your cuticles. you aren’t sure how katie is going to react. there’s no doubt that she’ll be angry, and probably hurt, but you have no idea where she thinks this will leave the two of you.

you’ve thought about it over and over, fantasised even, about getting married to a man you don’t even know but leaving him at the alter and running straight into katie’s arms. maybe she’d stand up and interrupt when the minister says speak now or forever hold your peace, maybe she’d find you before you walk down the isle and whisk you away. you can see the headline now: princess y/n l/n, runaway bride!.

the thought makes you feel a little bit better, but not much. “i’m getting married” you whisper “my parents they’re… they’ve found a man for me to marry. the wedding is in the spring”

tears well in your eyes as you keep your gaze on the ground. you can’t look at katie and you honestly don’t know if you want too, too scared of her reaction. the silence between you is so thick that you can hear the birds chirping above you, their song somehow only making your foul mood more bitter.

it wasn’t fair. how could they continue to sing when you were telling the woman you loved that you were marrying someone else?

katie’s inevitable blow up, however doesn’t come.

“marry me”

your head snaps up and your eyes widen “i beg your pardon” katie’s wearing the slightest of smiles and she’s got that same wild look in her eyes that she would get whenever you were kids and she was going to do something that would definitely get her in trouble.

“they can’t marry you off if you’re already married, right?” she begins to reason as she takes your hands “we’ll find a minister who will do it and-and we’ll get ella and lily to be our witnesses. we don’t even have to tell them until after”

“katie are you insane” you question her, your jaw going slack

katie’s subtle smile widens “only for you” she jokes softly as she takes your hand. “i’m serious. marry me”

your lip quirks “okay”

[yuujis-sunshine]

Gonna request headcannons for

Chuuya, dazai, vanitas and jeanne with a fem S/o who is like death from puss in boots, like their s/o is really fast and is rlly deadly, she uses the whistle to scare others away but she has a rlly soft spot for their s/o (dazai and vanitas..maybe not sm but s/o loves them anyway even if they're annoying ♡)

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚.

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚: @anonymous

𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒/𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇! [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄:

Dazai loves to tease her, and make her embarrassed.

Arguments between the two, which is even worse than Chuya and Dazai arguing. (The end of their arguments, she would sometimes punch him to the wall or kick his balls or stomach, but she prefers using her whistle more)

[Name] secretly has a crush on him but at the same time she hates him, and the only ones that know is Atsushi [obviously], Ranpo, Kunikida, Tanizaki, and Kyoka.

"Why out of all people you could've chose, you chose Dazai?" Atsushi asked as Kunikida was also with the two.

"I-I don't know... Just shut up and give me some advice already!" She replied with tinted cheeks.

Sooner or later, [Name] and Dazai would still bicker and go back and forth.

But, as they were both on a mission together, Dazai was sent flying back which made [Name] extremely worried and use her whistle to get them away from the sick suicidal freak

Dazai on the other hand was extremely shocked from her protecting him. Especially since she was so deadly and mean to him all the time...

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇! [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄:

Just like Dazai, he loves to tease [Name] for fun to get a reaction out of her

Everytime he flirts with her, she would uppercut him in his face

[Name] really hates protecting Vanitas, but was ordered to since the two were assigned partners

She uses her whistle to scare off all the enemies who would come after Vanitas

This guy would literally love to give you lots of gifts

HE LOVES TO PRANK HER A LOT

He's totally afraid of her (SHE'S WORSE THAN JEANNE)

Even though [Name] hated Vanitas, she still had a place for him in her heart

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇! [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄:

Chuuya hated [Name] at first, but after knowing her true colors, he took an extreme liking to her

Everyone notices that he has fallen in love with his assigned partner

During any fight, Chuuya would usually let his S/O handle it just by one thing; her whistle or her fast and deadly skills, including her ability

[Name] has admired Chuuya since he wasn't that annoying nor that much of a bad partner (Unlike Dazai...)

"Not bad..." Chuuya once said with a smirk.

"Same to you, Dear Chuuya." She replies back with a straight face

Both of them would save one another

Would drink wine together as they talk the whole day or night away. The two loves to get drunk and acts exactly the same

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄:

FAST FRIENDS

Jeanne really admires [Name] for her powers and braveness

The two loves to laugh and smile together

GIRLS NIGHT!

She always blush at her for everything she did, wishing to be exactly like her one day

Jeanne would call on [Name] if she needs her assistance during a fight

[Name] doesn't mind if Jeanne uses her whistle

When she first saw [Name] smile, it made her heart bloom and grow romantical feelings she never felt before

𝑰'𝒎 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒐𝒓 𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝑶𝑶𝑪, 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.

[distortedclouds]

Annie definitely doesn’t realize the extent of her trama and just mentions it casually like it’s nothing.

All the scouts talking about their childhood bedrooms “my dad didn’t get me one till I was five, I mainly just slept in this old box”

Or childhood games…”my dad had this game basically where I had to run and if I didn’t beat my time I wouldn’t get a treat” then Armin will go “aww that’s sweet what was your treat” “I would get to do only 100 kick practices and still get dinner”

I also imagine her randomly asking “hey do u think my dad was a bit abusive”. (Key word a bit) and everyone being shocked that she doesn’t know

I mean.... considering her surrounding environment? No, probably not. I'm sure she noticed her dad was worse than the rest, but her was still within the "realm of reason"

But I do love the idea of the warriors (particularly Annie) being soooo blind to the terrible shit that happened in their childhoods and only begin to process it post canon, once they have reliable and frequent access to relationships that are the exact opposite of that with the rest of the 104th

When they're running low on blankets fresh post-rumbling, but Armin still manages to secure her one (don't ask where his own blanket is) she'd say it's fine and mentions like, having to earn her blanket on a weekly-basis by training hard, even during the winter months. So she doesn't need a blanket, though it's nice to have. and Armin just has a "1000 yard stare" with a small smile

It's all a bunch of morbidly silly stuff, that kind of makes everyone else uncomfortable when Annie mentions them, because they definitely don't want to poke where it hurts uninvited just because Annie casually mentions some horrible childhood experience (especially with two mama's boys on the team: Jean and Connie. Also Pieck who seems to have had a really nice dad)

but maaaaaaan everytime she casually mentions something, you KNOW the others are taking account of it (especially Armin, Connie, and Reiner) that's why they're always getting her treats and making sure she's eating well and not working too much during the rebuilding efforts

AND THIS “hey do u think my dad was a bit abusive?" She WILL notice that even people who'd never met her dad before hate his gut but still wouldn't say anything. I think if she does ask, everyone will try to not answer, because it's obvious but also maybe they shouldn't rush her into it

Although, I do see the angst starting to surface once Annie herself starts computing that her childhood kind of sucked, and in the matter of a few months, she's already getting more care and affection from people who "aren't even her family" than she did from her "dad"

[oskea93]

Hi! I love your work. I was wondering if you could write something with Jamies character in Horizion? Like, reader has a very wealthy family, and he spots her for the first time in town (and is instantly in love), and from that moment he just tries everything to win her over? Even though everybody is shocked about how he suddenly turns into a gentleman everytime she walks in.

Thank you so much<3

✶ So this is way longer than I expected and i'm sorry if there are any mistakes. I hope you like it ❤️

“Who the hell is that?”

Caleb looked up from his knife, watching as the fancily dressed woman made her way into the general store.

“Pretty sure that’s that banker’s daughter – you know the one that moved here from Boston. Has more money that God from what I hear.” He watched as the mysterious woman bent over, sniffing the flowers that the shop owner’s wife had planted. Her brown hair framing her fair face as she smiled.

“You know how women like her are – probably wound so tight that a stick of dynamite won’t even pry those legs of hers open.” The other men laughed, Caleb’s eyes narrowing at the older man’s words.

“You wanna shut that mouth before I do it for you?” Caleb’s voice lower than usual, causing the men around to look at him in surprise.

“Who the hell kicked your horse, Sykes?” The older man chuckled as Caleb’s hauntingly blue eyes sent daggers his way. “I’ve heard you so far worse about women like her – don’t be giving me grief now.”

Caleb pushed the wood shavings off his lap, standing up, causing the men to take a couple steps back, afraid of what the blonde might do. “Just watch your goddamn mouth.” Caleb spoke before stepping off the covered porch, making his way to where the woman stood.

The hushed whispers of his posey and those around that were watching him went by the wayside, Caleb’s only focus being on the beautiful brunette woman less than 100 feet away. Removing his wide brimmed hat, smoothing down his dirty locks, Caleb took a deep breath before clearing his throat to gain her attention.

“Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl.” He mentally kicked himself as the words left his mouth. You slowly turning to the source of the voice, your green eyes connecting with his.

“Pardon?”

Caleb, taken back by your up-close beauty, struggled with his wording. “Uh, the flowers-“The madame smirking at his sudden discomfort. “You – the flowers.”

“They are very beautiful, aren’t they Mr. Sykes?” His eyes widening at the use of his name, only nodding at your words. “From the short time that I’ve been in town, you and your friends over there have been a topic of conversation among my father and his new acquantances. Seems like you’re someone I need to stay away from.”

Caleb felt a mix of surprise and curiosity at the woman's words. He had always been wary of outsiders and their perceptions of him and his friends. The reputation they had in town was not always favorable, but he had never paid much mind to gossip.

"You shouldn't believe everything you hear, miss," Caleb replied, his voice more composed now. "People like to talk, especially in a small town like this." A smirk forming on his face. “If everything said about me was true, I’d be walking around and horns and a spikey tail.”

You raised an eyebrow, studying him with a hint of amusement in your eyes. "Oh, I'm well aware of that. But there's usually some truth to rumors, wouldn't you agree?"

Caleb nodded slowly, conceding her point. "Perhaps. But I'd like to think that people are more than just the stories that circulate about them."

Smiling at his response, a genuine warmth in your expression that caught Caleb off guard. "You have a point, Mr. Sykes. I suppose I shouldn't be so quick to judge."

As the two of you talked, Caleb learned that you had indeed moved from Boston to accompany her father, who had established a new bank in town. You spoke of your love for flowers and art, the curiosity about the West, and the desire to explore beyond the confines of societal expectations.

Caleb was drawn to the beautiful newcomer – his heart palpitating each time he laid eyes on you. He would watch as you frequented the general store a couple times each week, the flirtatious smile of yours casting his way, making his rough demeanor fade away like a tumbleweed in the wind. You had an effect on the man – an effect like no other woman had ever placed upon him.

He did things for you that he would never do for any other woman. He would wait at the hitching post with a handful of handpicked flowers, making sure to put a smile on your face each time. He had even pawned a couple of gold pieces from the last heist to get you an emerald necklace that would match the color of your eyes. Caleb was in so deep and willing to do anything to make sure you became his – even going to the ends of the earth if that’s what it called for…

Caleb Sykes found himself in uncharted territory, his heart a foreign land he never thought he would explore. The sight of couples in town displaying their affection used to elicit only groans of annoyance from him. The concept of falling in love seemed like a distant and unattainable desire, something reserved for others but not for him. His interactions with women were limited to the nightly stops at the saloon, where he would part with two bits for a fleeting touch from a lady, an empty transaction devoid of any real emotion.

The whores who lined the bar, vying for his attention, held no appeal for Caleb. His thoughts were consumed by a petite gal who had stolen his heart weeks ago. Her presence lingered in his mind; her image etched in his memory with a tenderness that surprised even him.

One evening, as Caleb sat with his group of friends at the saloon, their raucous laughter filled the air. They teased him mercilessly, their jests cutting through the haze of smoke and alcohol that enveloped them.

"I reckon that little woman over yonder has gotten ol' Caleb here all in a tangle," one of his friends jeered, nudging Caleb playfully. "Haven't had her sprawled out on the mattress yet, have ya, Sykes?"

Caleb's cheeks flushed crimson at the teasing, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He knew his friends meant no harm; their ribbing was a testament to their camaraderie. Yet, beneath their jibes lay a truth that Caleb dared not voice aloud — that the touch he craved belonged to the mysterious woman who had captured his heart and turned his world upside down.

“Her daddy will have a shotgun ready for your ass if you think about going out there. Apparently, he’s very protective of his daughters and there’s talk that people have seen the two of you talking.”

Caleb rolled his eyes, snuffing out his cigarette. “You think I’m afraid of some old city slicker banker?” He downed the rest of the whiskey. “If I wanted to, I could make that girl mine and have her forget the life she once knew.”   

Caleb's friend leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You don't understand, Sykes. This ain't no ordinary situation. Her daddy ain't just any old banker. He's got connections, real power in these parts. You mess with his daughter, and you're treading on dangerous ground."

Caleb's brow furrowed in defiance; his jaw set with stubborn resolve. The mention of potential consequences only fueled the fire burning within him. He had never been one to back down from a challenge, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

"Protective daddy or not, no man is gonna stand in my way of getting that girl," Caleb declared with a steely glint in his eyes. The thought of the girl he longed for stirred a fierce determination within him, a desire that eclipsed any fear of retribution.

As he stood up from his seat, the wooden chair scraping against the floor, Caleb's mind was made up. He tossed a coin onto the table, the metallic clink echoing in the smoky air of the saloon. With a final glance at his friends, he squared his shoulders and strode towards the swinging doors, his boots thudding against the wooden planks.

Outside, the night air was cool and crisp, the stars twinkling like diamonds in the velvet sky. He let out a deep sigh before mounting the horse he had stolen four towns back. He had a pretty good idea where the family were living, setting off for the newly built structure. The possibility of being shot over a woman was a risk he was willing to take. Caleb was willing to even speak with the girl’s father – to express his admiration for his daughter – the talk of him settling down and forming a family with her. He was willing to give up the outlaw lifestyle to be with this woman – come hell or high water.

The house was dark aside from a lamp oil light in the front window as Caleb approached. The trusty wide brimmed hat he had been wearing since the summer was removed, his hand combing through the tousled locks as his boots hit against the wooden porch. His scuffed fist knocked against the wooden door twice before taking a step back, the hushed sound of voices could be heard on the other side.

As the door creaked open, the oil lamp casting dancing shadows across the room, Caleb stood there, his heart pounding in his chest. The dim light illuminated the faces of the family he had come to see - the stern father, the gentle mother, and the object of his affection, the daughter who held his heart in her hands.

"Evening, sir," Caleb began, his voice steady despite the nerves that coiled in his stomach. "I hope I'm not intruding at this late hour, but there's something I need to say."

Your father's eyes narrowed; suspicion evident in his gaze as he regarded the outlaw standing on his doorstep. Mother's expression softened, a flicker of curiosity crossing her features. Your eyes widened in surprise, lips parting slightly in anticipation of what Caleb had to say.

"I come here not as a bandit or a thief, but as a man who has found something worth more than gold in these troubled times," Caleb continued, his words sincere and earnest. "I come to speak of love and of a future that I hope to build with your daughter, if she'll have me."

The room fell silent, the only sound the crackling of the fire in the hearth and the soft rustle of fabric as the family shifted in their stance. Father's gaze bore into Caleb, assessing him with a scrutiny that made Caleb's skin prickle.

"I know my past is checkered and stained with mistakes, but I swear on all that is holy that I will do right by your daughter," Caleb vowed, his voice unwavering. "I am willing to leave behind the life of an outlaw, to lay down my guns and my past sins, if it means I can have a chance at a life with her."

The room seemed to hold its breath as Caleb waited for a response, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. Father's gaze hardened, his body stepping forward as Caleb took a step back. “I didn’t bring my daughter all the way out here for her to marry some criminal.” His words sharp. “I’ll give you till the count of three to get off my property before you end up in an unmarked grave.”

“Father!” You yelled, your voice echoing through the tense air.

“You stay out of this, Y/n,” Your father's voice was cold, his eyes never leaving Caleb. “If I ever see you around my daughter ever again –“ He paused, a sickening smirk painting his face. “Well, let’s just say I’m sure there’s a wanted poster out in the land with your name and picture on it.”

Caleb clenched his fists, his jaw tight with barely contained anger. “Is that a threat?” His tone was low and dangerous. “Because I can do that as well, sir.”

Your father's eyes widened slightly as Caleb took a step closer, his tall figure imposing against the shorter stature of your father. “I’m not leaving here without your daughter,” Caleb declared, his gaze unwavering as he looked past the father, his eyes meeting yours.

You stood frozen, your heart pounding in your chest. Fear gripping you, watching the confrontation unfold.

As the tension in the room thickened, your father took a step back, his expression darkening with anger and defiance. “You think you can waltz in here and take what's mine?” he growled; his voice laced with venom. “You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, boy.”

Caleb stood his ground, his gaze unwavering. “I know exactly what I'm getting into,” he replied, his voice steady despite the rising tension. “And I'm not afraid of you, sir.”

You felt a surge of conflicting emotions within – love for Caleb, fear of father's wrath, and a fierce determination to stand up for your own choices.

“Father-“Your voice soft but firm, causing the two men to turn their attention to you. Giving Caleb a quick glance, you placed yourself in front of the two men. “Father-“Your nerves a jumbled mess at this point. “He loves me, father.” Your father rolling his eyes in annoyance, preparing to cut you're sentence short. “Please just hear me out –“You placed your hand upon his shoulder. “I know you do not approve of Caleb – for what he stands for – or what he’s done in the past – but I trust him. I know that he will keep me safe and give me the love and respect that any husband can give their wives.”

Your father stood there for a moment, the tension in the air so thick that not even a knife could cut through. “Y/n-“His voice monotone. “Do what you want.”

His answer shocking you as you simply stared at his features. “You wanna run off with this criminal, then so be it.”

“F/n?” Your mother’s voice shaking. “You can’t let her do th-“

“She’s of age, M/n-“Your father looking between you and Caleb. “She wants to run off and marry him, let her live and learn.” His eyes turning a darker green. “But if you expect to come back home once he’s done having his time with you, best you go knock on someone else’s door.”

You stood at the crossroads, torn between two worlds that seemed irreconcilable. The tears welled up in your eyes, reflecting the inner turmoil that raged within you. The past few weeks spent with Caleb had been a whirlwind of emotions, each moment spent with him making your heart swell with a love you had never known before.

The need to be around Caleb grew stronger with each passing glance, his presence becoming a beacon of light in an otherwise tumultuous world. Despite the discouraging rumors that surrounded him, you found yourself drawn to him like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the pull of his magnetic charm.

On the other hand, the thought of losing your family, the only constants in your life, was like a dagger through your heart. They were your rock, your foundation, everything you had ever known. The idea of them not being there in the end was a prospect too painful to bear, a void that threatened to swallow you whole.

As you looked between Caleb and your family, the weight of the decision ahead of you pressed down upon your shoulders like a heavy burden. The choice between love and loyalty, between passion and duty, seemed impossible to make. How could you choose between the two halves of your heart, knowing that either path would lead to heartache and regret?

As you finally summoned the courage to meet your father's gaze, the weight of your confession hung heavy in the air. The room seemed to grow silent, each heartbeat echoing in the stillness as you uttered the words that had been weighing on your heart.

"I love him, Father," you spoke, each syllable laden with emotion, each word a plea for understanding. The truth spilled from your lips like a bittersweet confession, the love you felt for Caleb laid bare for all to see. "He loves me, and I love him."

Your father's silence hung heavy in the air, his once-kind eyes now clouded with anger and disappointment. The weight of his words settled on your shoulders like a leaden cloak, the finality of his declaration cutting deeper than any blade could.

"You're not my daughter anymore," he finally spoke, his voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down your spine. With a cold, determined look, he turned on his heel and strode back towards the house, your mother following obediently in his wake, their figures quickly disappearing behind the closing door.

Alone in the fading light of the evening, a tidal wave of emotion crashed over you, the dam of composure you had desperately maintained finally breaking. Tears streamed down your cheeks unchecked as you crumpled to the ground, the weight of rejection and abandonment pressing down on you like a heavy stone.

Amid your despair, a familiar presence enveloped you, strong arms pulling you close. Caleb, always a steadfast anchor in the storm of your life, held you with a tenderness that belied his rugged exterior.

"I got you," his voice rumbled softly, a soothing balm to your wounded soul. "I'm not gonna let anything ever happen to you, sweetheart." His words, filled with promise and unwavering support, wrapped around you like a protective shield, offering solace during your darkest hour.

As you clung to him, the echoes of your father's rejection still ringing in your ears, you found comfort in the warmth of Caleb's embrace, a beacon of light in the shadowy uncertainty that lay ahead.

[surferblues]

❛ i’ve never done something like this before. ❜ with Austin 🤍 i love your writing, you have me in the palm of your hand. 🫠

can i? | a.b

pairings boyfriend!austin butler x virgin!reader

warnings SHORT, no smut,reader's first time, praise kink, soft dom!austin, , and ofc sexual themes.

just like every other friday night, you found yourself at your boyfriend's house for movie night and a sleepover, and it would end up with you two full on making out - it was ritual at this point.

You were in a daze, you didn't care about anything else in the world. the only thing your mind focused on was the way his lips felt against yours, the way he breathlessly moaned everytime your tounge rolled against his - you were too busy focusing on that, not even noticing the sly hand the had been edging near the end of your dress.

his chest rose with every breath, your legs straddling his lap - his rough hands keeping you in place as your desperate lips moved in sync.

he parted away from your passionate kiss, only causing you to follow his lips for more.

"please..." he murmured against your plump, wet lips with eyes closed. you didn't even know why he let out the needy plea, or that was until you felt his hips roll onto yours.

Austin has a fucking boner.

And couldn't really get upset, kissing this intensely with your boyfriend should turn you on and if it doesn't, something is going wrong.

you and austin hadn't slept together yet, every time these heated makeout sessions got too far - you would put a halt to them.

Austin notices you backing your hips away from his hard cock that's located behind his denim jeans, and confusingly pulls his mouth off yours.

you turn your eyes away from his ashamedly, hearing his quiet pants and guilt began to wash over you. "oh.. i... did i do something wrong?"Austin's voice so soft and quiet, his hand removed from your waist and instead towards your cheek.

he tilted your face towards him as he spoke, he wanted nothing more to hear what your pretty head what thinking.

"no, aus, I've just never... done anything like that before," you muttered embarrassed, your cheeks flushing as he kept a firm grip on your cheeks.

he was surprised, beyond that, but he knew showing any physical signs of shock would make you feel worse.

“Okay, look.... I’m still a virgin. In fact, I haven’t really even had a proper kiss until you. I just don't wanna be terrible at it, and you'd hate me for being bad at i just don't kn-" he interrupted you, placing a harsh kiss on your lips before you could let out any rushed words.

Austin can tell whatever this is must be a big deal to you. Although you were quite cute all flustered, he didn’t want to make this any more difficult. “Hey, its okay. Take your time. No rush, I promise.” He pulled away, his finger tip circling your temples.

you let out a shaky breath as you kept your eyes trained on him, thinking of a way to say what was running through your mind with sounding stupid.

"i wanna do it, but i want my first time to be... gentle and passionate." you whispered, taking your swollen lip in between your teeth as he nodded in an understanding manner.

"gentle and passionate, i can do that." he rasped quietly, moving his hands from your face towards your hips where then he began tracing sloppy shapes. but he sure as hell kept his eyes on you, watching every muscle that moved on your face.

he watched you, watched harder than he ever has in his life for any sign of confirmation. you nodded slowly, ignoring the small voice shouting at you. "you can." you nodded in a daze.

he gently placed your back against the cushioned couch, his hand staying on your hip. "i can do anything, you want. anything for you baby." he cooed, treating you as if you were fragile as fine china.