#god why. i did everything right. why do i have a tangled mess on my desk

[rohirric-hunter]

Pros of nice yarn: Nice yarn

Cons of nice yarn: IT COMES IN FUCKING SKEINS

[cherryswisherz]

it's been awhile

aubrey x reader

warnings: smut, aubreys strap game on 10, swearing

"i'ma ned you deeper than six, it's not a coffin"

sex with me (rihanna, 2006)

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"aubrey, you've lost your rabbit ass mind if you think that is going inside of me."

laying in our bed, fully ready to have hot, sweaty, sex with my hot, sweaty, sexy girlfriend, i was thrown off when she pulled away from our kiss to ask me a question. 

"you still want the strap baby?"

do i want the straaaaap????

the fuck kinda question is that??

"yes, please." i nodded my head. 

the smile that grew on her perfect fucking face was doing things to me as usual, but when i saw her walk into that closet in nothing but her briefs?

BAM! pussy flooded.

but as i waited for her to get what she needed, my mind started running. 

i haven't had anything but fingers since junior year of highschool.... im a senior in college.

how much do i need to prepare myself?

is she just gonna go for it or is she gonna make this easier for me?

but when i saw her walk out of that closet with the harness around her waist and the length of the strap the only thought i could form is... 

HO IS U COO????

which brings us to my first statement. 

"aubrey, you've lost your rabbit ass mind if you think that is going inside of me."

and this girl had the AUDACITY to giggle as my frustration. "you talk allat shit but can't take dick?" 

"its been awhile bro, that shit's gonna hurt." i said sitting up on my elbows and fully looking at the length of her..... enhancement. 

its big. not ridiculously big, but big enough to make me question why the fuck was i the one that suggested we do this.

suddenly, aubreys long-legged ass is stalking towards me and laying besides me, strapless. 

when the fuck did she take it off?

her hands move a curl from my face, and her dark brown eyes lock with my even darker brown eyes. 

"you really think i'd hurt you?" she spoke so softly, i remembered who i'm dating. 

" i know you wouldn't."

"so why you scared?"

"i'm not scared... more nervous."

her soft lips meet mine for a second before she says "i got you." 

and all i could do was nod because i knew she was telling the truth. 

but she didn't get up. 

she kissed me. deeply. slipping her tongue into my mouth and slipping her hand down the front of my body, leaving a trail of pure heat on her wake.

and i was wet, practically dripping as i unconsciously spread my legs for her. i was a mess, and it was honestly embarrassing. 

everyone else knew me as aubrey's loud, smart mouth girlfriend, but when it was just us two? when aubrey and i were all over each other, the only thing i could think about was her mouth on mine, my mouth on hers, my everything on hers.

i must have been moaning too much because aubrey slid two of her fingers past my lips, silencing me as her teeth scraped my nipple. 

but even with my mouth full of her slender digits, i sucked in a gasp when i felt her bare knee slid between my legs, relieve a fraction of the frustration that was building in my core. i dug my nails into her shoulder and tried my hardest not to bite her fingers off. i didn't hesitate to grind into her knee like a bitch in heat, trying to give aid to my aching clit. but it wasn't enough. i needed more. and i had no problem asking for it.

"more.." i whined but my demand was muffled by her fingers so after she removed them, i repeated myself. "more, aubrey-

i was cut off by my own moan when her perfect lips attached to my clit and sucked. my eyes rolled shut as i arched up into her, feeling my legs practically tremble when her tongue started circling my click with the speed that always drove me insane. 

"fuck- yes, right there-" a plethora of loud moans left me when she sucked even harder. "oh my god, right there, please..."

aubrey hummed into me, vibratinf my core and managing to send me further to my peak.

and right when my legs tangled around her shoulders and my nails gripped the sheets for dear fucking life, she pulled away. 

i squeezed the sheets even harder as  panted. "aubrey," i eyed her as she licked her lips. 

"yes, love?" she question as if everything as peaches and fucking cream. 

"i wasn't do- where the fuck are you going?" i asked as she got up from the bed and walked away. but my question was answered as i watched her put the strap back on and climb on top of me. 

i didn't have time to question anything because her lips crashed onto mine and my brain became foggy. 

"if you need to pause, or stop just tell me. okay?" aubrey reassured me. 

this is why i loved this hoe. 

i nodded and she captured my lips in hers again. 

i gasped and squeezed my eyes shut as i felt the tip push into my entrance, and at that moment i instantly understood why she didn't let cum earlier. i was soaked. so wet that i barely felt the friction as she slid into me. and i was so sensitive and desperate for a release that i couldn't even focus on the stinging feeling of being stretched out as she slowly pushed all the way in. 

she was so deep. i felt so full. i don't remember it being like this. i wanted more. no, i needed more. i opened my eyes and met aubreys as she searched my face for and sign that i didn't want to continue. 

i wish the fuck she would stop right now. 

i wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and brought her down for a deep kiss to let her know that i was okay, and i wanted her to keeping going. 

she started slow, letting me get used to the feeling. and trust that when i did, i couldn't get enough. 

i grinded my hips to meet her strokes, even though we were in missionary. and aubrey quickly picked up on the fact that i was ready for the real thing because she untangled one of my legs from her waist and pushed my knee to my chest, hitting a spot that drove me fucking insane. 

my eyes rolled shut as she picked up her pace and began drilling into me, her free hand meeting my clit. touching pieces of me that i forgot existed, digging her nails in my calf, sucking that spot on my neck. 

 as moans and whimpers poured from my lips, i felt like a mad woman. like i had to be going crazy. there was no way it was possible to feel this fucking good. 

it all was becoming too much, too fast. i felt that knot in my stomach grow tighter and all i could to was scream, but when my mouth opened, nothing came out. my legs were trembling and my hand grasped at whatever they could as my back arched off the bed. 

i heard aubrey talking me through it but she sounded like she was underwater. i was on another planet right now, riding my orgasm out. 

i didn't come down until i felt aubrey pulling out of me, saw her tossing the strap to the side, and heard her whispering in my ear. 

"you did so good for me."

i just laughed as i tried to find my breath. 

"we are for sure doing that again."

niyah speaks ahem... heyy yalllll

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[lostsyren]

hi baby!! cant stop thinking ab your work, its so immaculate, congratulations!!💗💗

alsooo, how do you think rafe is gonna take the big step and ask sofi to be his gf after long days of hangout and so much kisses??

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summary: how rafe asks sofia to be his girlfriend.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚˚ᡣ𐭩 Sofia was a breath of fresh air in his life. She was bright, bubbly, her smile infectious, the sound of her laughter addictive. Rafe liked how effortless it was. He could just switch his mind off and lose himself in the moment with her– like he was doing right now. ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚˚ᡣ𐭩

Rafe and Sofia lay in his bed in Tannyhill, a single lamp on in the room, casting the walls in a dull yellow glow. Rafe had invited her over as a distraction, the stress of his father’s whereabouts weighing on his mind like an anchor lodged in his brain.

The stress had been proliferating, gradually congealing together in a knotted clump in his chest, ever since the day he’d watched the jet fly off into the starless night sky, with his bloodied father and treacherous sister on board. And when things got too much for him, when he began to feel a panic seep through the barrages of his heart, he did what he knew best– distract himself.

First it had been drugs, but he’d been off coke for a while now. Sofia instead became his new drug. Her kisses made his brain foggy, her touch made his skin melt. He inhaled her, getting high off her breaths and moans.

She hummed contentedly beside him, snapping Rafe out of his bustling mess of thoughts. He glanced over at her naked body, sheathed in the creamy bedsheets, her hair spilling over the ivory pillow like black ink. She was so pretty. Too pretty for him.

“What are you thinking about? You’re too quiet.” She murmured sleepily. She always got sleepy after they fucked. He supposed most of the time he called her was after she had work, so it would make sense she was tired. Rafe suddenly felt dirty, treating her like she was some sort of call girl.

“You don’t always have to say yes you know?” He said, glancing over at her. They were both lying on their backs, their limbs tangled in the sheets, not close enough to be touching.

He saw her eyebrows twitch, her face tilting upwards so she could see him. “Say yes to what?”

“I just realised that when I call you you’re always at work. And then in the morning you have to leave for your shift…it’s just that I don’t want you to lose sleep you know?”

Sofia began to giggle, her eyes lighting up like they always did when she was amused, two pools of liquid gold.

Rafe didn’t understand what was funny. That’s how it was with them. She found everything humorous and he always seemed to miss the joke. “What? What’s so funny?”

“You care if I sleep or not?” She teased, one of her eyebrows quirked upward.

“Yeah– why’s that so hard to believe?” He retorted defensively.

“Nothing it’s just if that was true you wouldn’t be calling me every other day just to get me in your bed.” Sofia sat up on her elbow, her tone playful. But Rafe was not in the mood for playing.

“That’s not fair, I don’t always intend for that. I just like spending time with you, how’s it my fault that it usually ends with us having sex?”

“Dios mío Rafe, I was kidding, I’m not complaining, I like it, otherwise I wouldn’t keep coming over.” She laughed, but when she saw Rafe’s stoic face, the giggles faded quickly.

“I just don’t want you to think you’re some quick fuck ok? Like tell me if you don’t want to come over.”

Sofia’s face softened, sensing this wasn’t a lighthearted moment. “Hey what’s wrong querido?”

Rafe’s heart jolted whenever she spoke Spanish to him.

{“Te quiero muchísimo (i want you so badly)…Ay si si asi (oh yes yes just like that)…Ay dios (oh god)”}

Especially in bed. It was like she was her barest self and he loved that he was granted access to that.

“Nothing’s wrong, I just…I don’t know.” He huffed.

“We’re having fun are we not?”

“Yeah… I guess.”

She shuffled up, sitting straighter, words becoming sharper. “You guess? What’s that supposed to mean?” She sibilated looking down at him.

Rafe also sat up, easily towering over her small frame, so it was him who was looking down at her now. “What is this to you Sofia? Is this just…meaningless?”

“I don’t understand where this is coming from.”

“I don’t know, I just– This thing…that we have, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. I don’t know. I’m just confused.”

“Confused? What about?”

“What we’re doing.”

“What do you want to do?” She asked pointedly.

“I don’t know!” He shouted, getting flustered.

Sofia frowned, the light in her eyes dulling and her lips tugged downwards. “Then why are you getting mad at me?”

Rafe sighed, inhaling deeply, drawing his knees closer to himself so he could rest his elbows on them, running his hands through his cropped hair.

“I’m not mad. I just don’t want us to waste our time.”

“Oh I see– let me just go. I won’t waste anymore of your time Rafe.” She spat angrily, about to swing her legs off the bed.

He instinctively wrapped his hand around her wrist, yanking her back, stopping her from leaving, “stop. No that’s not what I meant.”

She pulled her hand back to herself in a swift motion, face contorted in anger. “Then what did you mean?”

“When I asked what this is…what would you say?” He began, body leaning in towards hers, hands cautiously held out in front of him, as if he was approaching a sacred kitten, trying to making himself appear non threatening.

Rafe watched her mull over the question, one hand clutching the bedsheet at her chest, the other poised and gripping the edge of the mattress ready to depart. “I would say I don’t know.” She finally said quietly.

Rafe licked his lips, reaching his hand out to her, still not close enough so they were touching, his fingers outstretched. “I think I’d like to be with you Sof, you know. For real…what do you think about that?”

He analysed her response, pupils flitting and flickering over her visage and body, noticing the way her eyebrows twitched, her lips parting slightly, her grip tightening on the bedsheet. Rafe swallowed thickly, already regretting saying anything.

“What– what are you saying?” She stuttered.

He didn’t answer, instead just continued to look at her with unblinking eyes.

Sofia opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it as if she’d reconsidered, her lips thinning into a frown. She inhaled a shaky breath before asking “can you just say it straight I don’t want to misunderstand and embarrass myself Rafe.”

He bit the bullet, letting the words stumble out of his mouth in a jumbled rush: “let’s make it exclusive.” His stomach felt like it was suspended in midair as he waited for her response.

Sofia paused for a moment, her face freezing, gaze stuck on him, before she broke out into a honeyed laughter. Her eyes crinkled in the corners and her nose scrunched as her expression expanded into a toothy smile. “Rafe Cameron is asking me to be his girlfriend?” She sang teasingly.

He began to get defensive, reading her lightheartedness as a no. And when he became defensive, he got angry, “stop laughing. This is not some joke Sofia.”

“No no. I just– Rafe. Come on. You really wanna be with me? The country club bartender?”

“What do you mean? You think I’m that shallow?” He thought she knew him. He’d treated her so nicely, and she still viewed him as some rich asshole?

“Not you. Everyone else. Imagine what they’d say.”

“Who cares? Do you not want to be with me? Is that the real reason and you’re just trying to spare my feelings?” A familiar insecurity preyed at his nerves. The feeling like he wasn’t good enough, wasn’t man enough, inundating his senses.

“Of course not Rafe. I do. I’m just surprised you asked.”

“You do? Do what?”

“Want to be with you.” She gave him a small smile. It was almost…shy.

“Yeah?” He perked up.

“Yeah.” She nodded with a grin.

“Ok then.” He said, smile coming easily to him.

“So what now?” She asked, jokingly.

“How about he start with you lying back in bed huh?” He said, dragging her down with him into the mess of sheets and pillows, his big arms wrapped around her waist. Sofia let out a high pitched laugh, letting herself melt into his embrace.

His voice became lower, “you still wanna leave?” He murmured against her ear.

“Kicking your girlfriend out of the bed so soon? Be careful or I’ll break up with you.”

“Oh be quiet and come here.” Rafe bundled her up in his arms and kissed her deeply, savouring the feeling of her fingers skimming his throat.

She stayed the night, the two of them falling asleep with their bodies pressed close together, Rafe’s heart feeling light and free. Sofia was the first distraction that was actually good for him, he realised, as he drifted off into dreams. He subconsciously tightened his grip around her supple skin.

When he was sure she was fast asleep, he pressed a soft kiss on her forehead, silently praying he wouldn’t fuck this up.

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🤍a/n: I’m so sorry i took so long for this ask, i just wasn’t sure how to write it!! I hope you like what i came up with lovely, you’re soooo sweet thank you for the nicest words ever!!!

[sanjisluvbot]

Isekai Yandere STRAWHATS X Reader PT 2

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Hi, welcome to pt 2 🫶🏽 I hope you enjoy this series I’m doing. For this one specifically I think I’ll have around 7-10 parts. 18+ as well. enjoy !

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“ Why are you here? How did you get here?” You frantically questioned.

“ I’ve come to save you y/n are you really trying to pretend right now”

You didn’t know how you were going to get out of this. Trying to run for it might be silly considering Luffy’s powers might work completely different. Before you can act on anything rubber arms stretched around your waist and connected you to Luffy in an instant.

“ Luffy let me go now or I’ll scream !” You growled as you struggle to get de tangled from his arms. As you were pushing for your freedom you knocked off his hat in the process of mushing his face.

“ Yanno y/n, I think your my most interesting crew mate. It’s never taken me this long to get someone on my ship ” he sneered

The pressure in the room felt like your body was being squished from the ceiling to the floor. this must be what Haki feels like in reality.

He picked up his hat and stomped his way to your room dragging you along right next to him. How long has luffy been in my home that he knows exactly where my room is at. After shutting the door you were sat on your bed and then blindfolded.

“ Luffy can we please just talk and come to an understanding please-”

“ Y/N I understand perfectly fine, your my newest crewmate and you have unresolved issues from your past. I have come to save you and take you home.” He spoke confidently

You didn’t know how to resolve this situation, literally how many people can say their favorite character from a Tv / animated show jumped off the screen to take you back into the show with them. As you rattled your brain for answers you could hear Luffy shuffling around your room doing god knows what.

If I can’t get out of this now I’ll be trapped in that world for good, with the way it’s looking these people completely convinced themselves I am a part of their crew and that they have an odd obsession with a woman they knew for two and a half weeks.

“ Hey Luff”

“ Hm”

“ If i go with you, am I ever going to see my family and friends from here again?”

He continued rummaging through your room without giving you any answer. That only solidified your fear, you need to move fast. Slowly lifting your hand to take the bandana off but your stopped by Luffy’s booming voice.

“ Don’t you dare, you can take it off once we’re on the Sunny”

Ignoring the warning you snatch the bandanna off , the door is open and luffy is going through all your drawers making a complete mess of everything you have. What is he looking for my room is a fucking mess.

“ You just never listen… come and pack your bag”

“ N-no”

As scary as Luffy can be an animated character isn’t going to bitch you no matter what world he’s from.

“ No, you’re gonna take your ass back home without ME I am not a strawhat nor am I from your world. Accept that”

He let out an exasperated sigh and dragged his hand over his face. He looked at you from the corner of his eye making your cheeks burn.

“ I just need you to do as I ask for right now and we can figure out the details later on okay?”

“ I don’t wanna go-”

“ Please”

Starring each other down for what felt like hours before you dashed through the door. Running down the hallway as fast as you could but it was no use. Luffy latched himself to your ankle and you hit the ground in an instant. With your head hitting first your vision was hazy but you were able to make out luffy and his words before falling unconscious.

“ Soon this life will just be a bad distant memory. Everyone missed you over the last two years, I know you feel the same.”

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Proofread once goodbye 👋

[gluion]

surrender to me ➵ kim sunwoo

fuck buddy!kim sunwoo x reader

you despise everything about him—detached, shy, a blind follower. if anything, being in the same room as him infuriates you. so how did a leader like you end up in this mess with him?

genre/warnings ➵ fuck buddies au, smut, afab reader (they/them pronouns, gendered terms are used), porn with little plot, dom!sunwoo, condescending and cocky sunwoo in contrast to his supposed shy nature, fingering, nipple play, a lot of hickeys, dirty talk!!! so much begging, he whines ONCE, he is also obsessed with the taste of you, degradation (uses terms like bitch, calls you pathetic), he is demanding & likes to make fun of you, calls you "Ms. Leader" a lot, a bit of aftercare in the end, yeji does interrupt the fun

word count ➵ 4k words

taglist ➵ @deoboyznet @kflixnet @blankjournal @winterchimez

a/n ➵ first time writing a oneshot that is less than 10k words and it has smut? and it's also my first time writing smut? and it's not my usual format of writing titles? be so for real moni. i don't even know if this counts as full-blown smut for you guys there is no p in v action. guys, this is truly the worst experience of my life. this writing experience has made me applaud smut writers because i feel like having to scream and laugh at myself. i didn't even fully read through this because i feel like i'm going to ram myself against the walls. anyway, thank you @haet-sal @snowflakewhispers @sungbeam and @cerescomets for the reassurance while i was writing! anyway, if people enjoy this, i can consider making this a series possibly! if you enjoyed this, always make sure to reblog (even if it's on your tbr </3)!

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God, you hate yourself for many reasons. Many knew you as the overachiever in your classes, one who will find themselves setting goals that should be unattainable in all ways. The same people found you the leader type, one who is determined to take charge of everything and anything. But most people, if not all, think of you as the hard-headed one—someone who will never waver from the choices set.

It did not matter what others thought. You could care less what these people had to say; it does not matter if they threw around nouns they felt encapsulated the image you present in school. If anything, they were doing you a favor for you can hope that it would remain.

But god would you hate for anyone to see you like this—to see you out of the powerful persona you had carefully curated.

You should not be doing this—definitely not with him. If anything, you hate him for so many reasons. He is the detached one in your class, one who never raises his hand nor finds the right answers to say when asked. Everyone knows him as the blind follower, one who will follow instructions but never provide any input on how things can improve. But most of all, people knew him as the shy one—someone who will not refute or refuse.

He infuriates you for he is not like you. God, you hate being in the same group as him—let alone being in the same room as him.

So why did you find yourself with your limbs tangled with his, all locked up in your very own room?

“God,” Sunwoo whispers against your lips. “I thought you said the last time would be the last.” His plump lips nip on your bottom one as his fingers find themselves on your buttons, popping them undone one by one.

And it should have been. You should not be doing this with him. Yet, you always find yourself ringing his phone again, and again, and again. Did you not respect yourself?

“It should’ve been.” With the way you grunt while you attempt to unbutton his shirt, he cannot help but chuckle. It is humorous—you say one thing and the complete opposite happens. 

His lips leave yours as soon as he successfully gets rid of your button-up shirt. Once they find themselves in the sweet spot on your neck, you cannot help but moan at the sensation. “You always come back for more,” he says in between sucks. “Just admit that you like doing this with me, Ms. Leader.” Sunwoo’s mouth moves to your chest, right above where your heart should be. “You like to finally have someone in control over you.”

You never wanted to agree to that assumption. If anything, you crave to be in control of everything. That is how you go on with life—taking everything in your own hands under the safety blanket that everything shall go your way. But when his fingers glide against every part of your body, traversing you as if you are something to be explored, you almost cannot help but feel all resolve crumble.

“Come on.” Sunwoo nips on your skin, coloring your chest with wet bruises. “I just want to hear you say it. It’s not like I’ll ever tell on you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

He chuckles at your words. “Like I said, I would never.” As soon as his eyes meet yours, you almost cannot help but cower under his stare. “I would never let anyone know of what you allow me to do to you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for another kiss. With your hands tugging on the strands of his hair, he lets out a small moan at the feeling. His lips remain locked with yours as he attempts to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Noses bump against each other from how messy this whole thing is—not the kiss but everything about you two. God, why on Earth are you doing this again?

As soon as his lips part from yours, you notice how swollen they are from how much he has kissed you. You can only wish yours were not like his. When his buttons are fully undone, he decides to keep it on just to tease. And even with the small amount of skin he revealed, your eyes will never stop devouring him—the smirk that is evident on his lips seems to show that he knows that.

“You know, I would never let anyone know about this behavior of yours, Ms. Leader,” he says as he pushes you down against your bed. When he straddles you, he lets himself take in the sight of you—wide eyes that look up to him with desire. He brings his face close to the right side of your face so that his lips hover over your ear. “I want this to be something you reserve just for me.”

As his breath fans over the side of your way, you close your eyes in an attempt to calm every emotion coursing through your body. His hands find their place on your torso, letting his fingers draw shapes on each side. And when his hands slowly move further down, you arch your back so that he has full access to your bra clasp. His fingers carefully play with your bra strap, slightly tugging it and letting go so that it smacks against your skin. You do not hiss at the contact but relish it.

“Not gonna talk your shit like you always do, Ms. Leader?” The condescending tone of his makes you want to rip him into pieces. “You always seem to do that everywhere—except here,” he chuckles as he finally grabs onto your clasp.

“S–shut up.” Your eyes wander away from the man who knew your body too well than you could ever understand it. And as soon as he undoes the clasp, you feel his hands move to your shoulders. His fingers slowly move the bra straps away. “God, you don’t need to take forever.” Your impatient tone has him chuckling and shaking his head.

“I think I can do whatever I want. Did you not surrender all control to me?” When you do not say anything, he grabs your chin to make sure you face him. Now that your eyes are back on him, you notice the smirk that so badly infuriates you to the core. “Answer me.” You only frown at his demand.

“If you don’t answer me, I’ll walk out that door.” His threat should have been your window to end this mess after all. But god, you hate yourself.

“N–no, don’t leave.” Your plea has his eyes flicker down to your lips which hold a pout.

“Then say it—say that you surrender everything to me.”

How can you even say such words? You respect yourself. But under his gaze, you cannot help but follow. “I surrender myself to you.” The phrase falls out of your mouth pathetically. Sunwoo snickers at how ashamed you are. God, even you knew that you said it miserably.

“You think I’ll fuck you just like that? Who do you think I am?”

He is the pathetic one in group works, one who will accomplish tasks and never question your authority. He is the shy type, someone who will never speak up against you. And he is useless in everything that concerns you—but not this time.

“Fuck,” you mutter as you try to rip away from his stare. But when he keeps his firm grip on your chin, you know there is no way to get what you want unless you abide. “I’m all yours. Control me—use me in any way you want.”

And his laugh is just the sickest one you have ever heard. “Don’t demand me—beg for it.” His tone is sinister-like, one that makes you shiver. If you could control him like how you do with everything, you would never be in this position. And yet, you always found yourself succumbing to his demands.

You huff out a puff of air. “Please,” you make sure to prolong the ‘e’ sounds. With your eyes staring directly back into his that are clouded with desire. “Use me.”

And somehow, those three words had his resolve crumbling.

He goes in for another kiss, letting go of your chin as his hands go back to your bra. As soon as Sunwoo successfully removes it from you, your arms wrap around his neck. His fingers graze around the area where you so desperately needed him to touch. With your rushed kisses (and your attempt to press your chest against his), he can tell how impatient you are growing. And the moment his thumb brushes against your nipple, the moan you let out is grueling—almost embarrassing.

You hate how he starts to smile in the middle of him tasting your lips. God, you knew he would only grow cocky with it. As he continues, you can feel your pussy start to form a pool—one you hate to admit is caused by him. You never want to give him the pleasure of relishing his power over you.

But when he readjusts his knee to find its spot in between your legs, your lower body cannot help but move on its own. Your attempt to rub yourself against his clothed thigh is just a pathetic attempt to receive the pleasure you desperately seek. And when he shifts his thigh farther away from the clothed spot between your legs, you let out a whine.

“Ms. Leader,” he giggles after he parts his lips away from yours. “You have to be patient.” His narrow eyes hold yours as he lets his mouth trail down your neck, to your chest, until he reaches the area that is only centimeters away from where you needed him. And when you watch the way his tongue peeks out of his mouth to flick against your nipple, your eyes close in pleasure.

The ministrations continue. He would switch to your other boob just to give it the same amount of attention, but he always made sure that both nubs were stimulated—whether through his sucks or his hands.

Your eyes slowly open in a haze and you attempt to look down at the man who suckled on your chest. And the sight alone is enough to kill you—eyes closed as he is focused on nothing but your pleasure. The air in your lungs is knocked out. God, how did you even hook up with someone like him?

Somehow, he feels your eyes on him. As soon as his eyes flutter open to hold your gaze, he continues. And somehow, the sight is even hotter than before—his lips wrapped around your nipple as he looks right back at you. You do not even find it within yourself to break eye contact.

As soon as his lips leave your boob, he shoots you a smirk. “My sweet Leader, don’t you think this is funny?” His hand trails down to your stomach until it settles on the band of your skirt. When you feel his fingers pry their way under, you notice how they hook on both your skirt and panty. But he never drags them down. “That despite the title you carry around, you definitely don’t hold it when you’re with me—not when we’re alone.” He lets the bands snap against your waist and you let out a hiss at the contact.

“I think I should call you something more fitting, don’t you think?” The question hangs in the air. His hand trails down your skirt until it lands on the hem of it that rests on your lower thigh. “What about…” his fingers slowly slip under your skirt. “My baby?” He tilts his head to the side.

When he is met with silence, he chuckles. “How about my toy? Or what about…” his hands grip your thigh. “My bitch.” And you do not think twice when you let out a mewl. The satisfaction that paints his face is condescending—god, you hate him for it.

“Ms. Leader, I didn’t expect you for the degradation type.” He smiles as he brings his face back up to yours. His hands move up even further until it rests on the inside of your thigh. “But to be fair, I didn’t expect a lot of things from you.” It almost sounds like a diss on your skills in what you do, but you both knew that is not the case. “Just like how I didn’t expect to have you at my mercy that first night.”

When you feel him tug your underwear to the side, you feel the breath in your lungs get knocked out. And when you feel his fingers finally dip themselves in the part where you needed him since you first rang him up, you let out a whine. The way his eyes get wider is only a sign that he did not expect you to be as wet as you are. But his smile still remains as cocky as ever.

“You’re this wet?” He laughs in what sounds like disbelief. “I never knew how much of an effect I had on you.” He gives you another kiss as he lets his fingers leave your sopping cunt.

As you whine at the absence, he cannot help but smile. “Don’t worry, I’m not that mean.” And with a smile, he brings his fingers in the space between you two. The smell of your arousal is intoxicating for him but shameful for you—it is only proof that you are almost nothing without him.

But when you see his eyes look right into you as he shoves them in his mouth, you almost pass out. The sight of him with squinted eyes as he relishes the taste of you is addictive, but the whine that leaves him is everything.

“Oh god,” you whisper as you watch him lick his two fingers one by one. “You need to whine for me more.” The star-struck look on your face makes him smile. It is one he has never seen—he almost cannot believe he caused it.

As soon as his lips hover over your ear, he whispers, “I’ll whine for you if there’ll be a next time.” When he moves his head back to see your expression, it is one filled with anguish.

You do not want another next time—this cannot keep happening. But when you feel his hands finally tug both your skirt and panties down, all reasonable thoughts leave your mind. “Don’t think too much about what we have, Ms. Leader.” He presses his lips against your neck. 

“Sunwoo, we can’t keep doing this,” you mutter as you feel your eyes shut close.

As soon as his hand rests on your exposed slit, he raises you a question, “Why not? I think we’re made for each other.” While he continues to suck on your skin, you can feel yourself pant. “I think that you need me more than I’ll ever need you.”

Before you know it, his fingers make their way into your pussy. And god, the moan you let out is confirmation to Sunwoo—you truly did need him in every way possible. “Ms. Leader, you say that you don’t want this, but the way you react to how I touch you proves otherwise.” He continues to plunge his fingers into you at a rate that provides you with just the right enough stimulation to keep you on the edge.

“How do you expect me to answer when your fingers are fucking me like this?” You manage to say in between breaths. “Do you think you could say no if I put my hands in your pants?” Your condescendingness only makes him laugh.

“I would never stop doing this with you.” His lips leave your neck before moving back to look at you whose eyes are on the verge of closing. “Plus, I would not be so cocky if I were you. I could leave you high and dry.” And when he notices the way you pout and whine at the idea, he chuckles. “But I wouldn’t do that to you.”

His fingers continues to assault your pussy—the rate they were going even faster. And he notices the way your breathing gets heavier. When you finally let your eyes shut close to focus on the pleasure, you let out a string of moans—ones he will only have the pleasure of hearing.

“Ms. Leader, look at how you crumble for me.” His lips find their place on yours. With the way he tugs on your lips as he fingers you unlike anyone else, you mewl in the middle of the kiss. His lips leave yours. “Just admit that you want me.”

When you shake your head with eyes still closed, he chuckles. And somehow, his fingers go at an even faster rate. God, you could feel the coil get tighter. “Oh fuck,” you whine. “Don’t stop.”

And he listens to you—he continues going at that rate. When you feel yourself on the edge, you try to move your hand to reach down for your clit. But he holds your arm in place. “Say you want me.”

Your eyes flutter open as you whine. “S–sunwoo, please. I’m so close, just let me cum.”

“And I’ll let you cum if you say you want me—that this will not be the last time.” His demanding gaze makes your brain go fuzzy. “Just one simple phrase and I’ll give you what you want.”

You wish you still had some rational thoughts in your head. But god, did you need to cum. “A–are you fucking kidding me?”

“I’m serious, Ms. Leader.” His tone sounds even more demanding than how you usually speak. “Don’t you want to cum?” And god, you want to.

His fingers don’t stop, but you still need that stimulation on the nub. Without a thought, you say, “Fuck it, I need you.” Your eyes flutter open and you attempt to move his hand down to rest on your boob. “God, Sunwoo, I need you. Please just let me cum.”

“Say this won’t be the last time.”

“Fuck, it won’t be the last time—I swear. Sunwoo, please I need to cum.” The way you beg makes Sunwoo lose all sense of self-control. And with that, his fingers played with your nipples while he continued to finger you. The combined sensations have your face contorted into pleasure.

And as soon as his thumb finds itself rubbing against your clit, the coil in your stomach gets tighter. “Oh god, Sunwoo.” The way you mewl out his name almost has him breaking right in front of you. 

“God, you are so pathetic.” He chuckles as he moves his mouth back down to your neck. “I can’t believe everyone thinks you’re a leader—you do nothing but follow and beg.” Your pants are heavier. “You fucking need someone to surrender to—me.” The way he sucks on your neck, plays with your boobs, and assaults your pussy is like no other—the feeling cannot beat any achievement you have ever received.

And you feel yourself about to tip over the edge. With the way your walls tighten over his digits, you both knew you were about to cum. Your eyes flutter open as you look at the man whose eyes are zeroed in on your face. “S–sunwoo, I’m—”

“Cum for me.” He repeats that chant as he watches your face contort into different expressions. The pressure in your pussy is getting tighter. “Cum for me, you fucking bitch.” And just like that, the coil in you broke. As you were orgasming, he continued to finger you—letting you it ride out until you started to reach overstimulation territories

When he hears you whine as you attempt to push his hand away, he listens. Your breathing is heavy. And when you get a whiff of your arousal, your eyes flutter open, only to see that his fingers glisten with your release. When your eyes dart toward Sunwoo’s face, you notice his satisfied expression as he moves his three fingers apart to see the strings of your arousal.

“God, you’re so hot,” he says before popping them into his mouth. This time he does not whine, but his expression will always show how much he enjoys the taste of you.

Once his digits leave his mouth, your hands reach out toward the collar of his shirt. But before you can remove the top off of him, you hear your ringtone blast out. “Fuck.” You do not miss the way his expression switches into disappointment. “I’m sorry, I need to take this.” You do not hear him out as you fling your arm to your bedside table to grab your phone. 

You answer the call without looking at the contact. “Hello?”

“Oh, sorry! Is now not a good time?” You hear Yeji’s voice on the other line. As you lock eyes with the man who is starting to button up his shirt, you let out a sigh.

“No, it’s fine. What’s up?”

Yeji lets out a sigh of relief. “We need some hands in fixing the welcoming banners for the exchange students.”

“What happened to the welcoming committee? Didn’t I leave Jisung in charge of that?” You frown as Sunwoo makes his way to your washroom. But when he quickly comes out with a wet towel, you cannot help but smile.

“Unfortunately for us, he is MIA,” she sighs. “That’s what we get for trusting a man to handle this.” The revelation should have made you mad, but when Sunwoo crouches in front of you to wipe off the mess between your legs, you feel yourself melt.

The moment you hiss at the sudden contact of the towel against your sensitive pussy, his eyes snap up toward you in worry. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine!” You quickly exclaim. “I’ll be there in 30. Just make sure to get as much done, I’ll leave you in charge for the time being.”

“Got it.” And with that, you hung up on her.

“Sorry, I forgot that you’re still sensitive,” he says as he lightly wipes off the remnants of cum.

You shake your head and say, “It’s okay.” 

It is silent for a bit. You two usually do not know what to say during these times. As soon as he finishes cleaning you up, you take this as an opportunity to get off the bed and get some fresh clothes from your closet.

“I’m sorry for cutting this short,” you start off as you wear your underwear. “I would’ve told Yeji that I’m busy but they need me on campus to help out.” When you successfully wear your bra, you look at the man who came from the bathroom after washing up the towel.

“It’s fine, Ms. Leader is needed everywhere they go.” There he goes again calling you that.

You roll your eyes as you quickly grab some jeans. “I hate when you call me that.”

“But it’s what everyone calls you.”

A scoff leaves your mouth as you pop the button of your jeans close. “Yeah, but it’s annoying.” The moment you grab onto a clean graphic tee, you quickly put it over yourself. Your eyes land back on Sunwoo who only smirks. “What?”

“You’re going out like that?”

You find yourself frowning before asking, “What’s wrong?”

“I just didn’t know you wanted to present your hickeys to everyone on campus.” The moment he says that has your eyes widening in shock.

You quickly make your way to a mirror to see that your neck is littered with hickeys left by the man who now stands behind you. “Fuck.” As soon as you lock eyes with Sunwoo, you notice the satisfied expression on his face. “Hey, now is not the time to be proud of your work. I can’t go around like this!”

Once you spin around to face him, he only shrugs. “You’ll figure it out.” He grabs onto your arm and pulls you close to him. The moment his lips hover over your ear, he whispers, “I’ll see you for the next one.”

Before you could retort, his lips move to give you a peck on the cheek. You and Sunwoo were never the type to do such actions outside of sex. So when he moves away and sees your expression, he cannot help but chuckle. “Good luck, Ms. Leader.”

And just like that, he made his way out of your room. God, you should have broken this off.

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[jedi-lothwolf]

Whumptober Day 3: Set up for Failure

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Warnings: Multiple character deaths, violence, and strong language.

Summary: What if after The Battle of Manhatten, the Gods decided that the half-bloods were too dangerous to be left alive? Even after winning the war, they could fail to keep their lives.

    No one tells what you are supposed to do after you win a war, especially when you have been preparing for it your whole teenage life. Percy stared at the water. The battle had been over for two days now. Everything was settling down.

    It was noon by the time anyone realized something was wrong. Dionysus was pacing on the deck of the big house. It wasn't uncommon to see him distressed since Caster died. The god had taken it harder than expected. He seemed to be arguing with someone that was just out of sight.

    Annabeth walked down to the beach to meet Percy. They sat together and watched the waves get higher and higher. "Is that normal?"

    "Not really." Percy said uneasy. "Maybe Dad's upset about something?" Lightning flashed in the sky. "That's familiar."

    Looking at each other, Annabeth and Percy felt the need to go back into camp. They stood and ran back as the waves started to rise higher.

    Inside camp, things were a mess. Not that they hadn't been anyway. There were people grieving and weapons that needed to be put away. Funerals were still being planned for some and for others, send offs with no body.

    The sky darkened. Travis walked by Annabeth and Percy. "Did Mr. D give up on the weather or something?"

    "Something's wrong." Annabeth said matter of factly. The two stopped walking as the grass around the Demeter cabin started to rapidly grow.

    "You can't do this!" Dionysus yelled. His voice was loud but still far away. "It's not fair to the kids! They fought our war, leave them alone! You can't just break your own rules!" Anger seemed to motivate the tone of his voice as well as heartbreak.

    Looking at the big house, Travis, Annabeth, and Percy froze. "What the hell?" Travis whispered.

    Grape vines grew on the deck of the big house. Chiron left from the front door and started to make his way to the Demeter cabin. At the same time, the door was being overgrown with plants. Connor had been nearby and ran to the cabin. "What's happening?"

    "I don't know! I can't stop them!" Katie yelled back. "Get to the window!"

    The two cabin leads went to a back window where they started to evacuate the building. Chiron said something to them when he got to them. Tears fell down Katie's face and Connor looked betrayed. "Come on!" He yelled to Katie as she got the last kid out of her cabin.

    "We need to help them!" Percy started to run to the cabin. As the three half-bloods ran, the cabin started to crack.

    "Take my hand!" And Katie tried. Vines grew around her ankles and legs. She screamed as they overtook her body. As the cabin was completely taken over by sharp vines, Conner tried one last time to reach her. His hand touched her arm before he fell back into the ground.

    It took a moment for Connor to process what happened. Chiron dragged him away from the cabin as he tried to go back to Katie. The boy looked down to see a large amount of blood in the grass. Looking for the cause, Connor realized his hand was tangled in the weeds. "My hand." He said breathless.

    "Connor!" Travis screamed. "Where the fuck is your hand!?"

    Slowly Conner looked down and realized his right hand had been cut off by the overgrown vines. Trying to process everything that happened, he just stared blankly where he hand should have been. Quickly Chiron pulled off his jacket and tore off a sleeve. After that he handed the torn sleeve to Percy and gave the jacket to Connor. "Tie that around his arm as tightly as you can." He told Percy. "Travis, get your brother to the hospital."

    "Why not the infirmary?"

    "Camp is no longer safe for you. The Gods," the Centaur looked pained as he spoke. "The gods believe the demigods are too dangerous to be left alive after the war. They believe that you might try to rise against them."

    The teens looked at each other. "You mean to tell me that we won their war for them and now they want to kill us!?" Percy yelled.

    "Oh so they can kill us but not help us?!" Annabeth shouted. She felt betrayed. After so long of trying to defend the gods, they decided to stab the demigods in the back.

    Trying to move the demigods away from the Demeter cabin, Chiron continued. "It's unfair, yes, but nothing can be done about it right now. They kept Dionysus and I away from the conversation or we would have fought for you."

    The ground shifted as Percy fished tying Chiron's shirt sleeve to Connor's arm to make a tourniquet. Connor hadn't stopped watching the Demeter cabin. Quick and thick vines snapped to the top of the wooden cabin. It snapped under the pressure, sending pieces of wood flying through the air. The remains started to be pulled under the ground.

    "No no." Connor whispered. "No, Katie!" Struggling to get to his feet, the boy tried to go to his friend's cabin. Percy grabbed him and pulled him into a trap hug. "Katie!" The demigod yelled, his voice breaking. "Katie!" Pulling him to the ground, Percy tried to calm him down. "We are supposed to go to college after this! Percy let me go, I need to help her!"

    "She's gone buddy." Travis fell to his knees, trying to comfort his brother. "We need to get out of here. Someone has to take care of you."

    "Please no." Connor sobbed. "She was the only one left. We were supposed to go to college. We were-." The boy could no longer talk. Instead he fell into his brother, sobbing uncontrollably.

    "Annabeth, go grab some wood. We need to make the tourniquet tighter." Chiron helped Connor off the ground as the girl found a piece of the Demeter cabin to tighten the tourniquet with.

    "Here." Travis took the wood from Annabeth and then grabbed his brother.

    "Come on. I'll get you out of here." Travis took Connor into his arms. "Percy, take care of our cabin please. I'll try to get him somewhere safe and come back to help."

    That was the first time the group decided to look around. The stray pieces of cabin and stuck campers. Many of them were Demeter's own children and most of them had been killed. Annabeth tried not to cry. After so long, you would think the demigods would just be used to this.

    "What are we going to do?" Percy turned to Chiron. Annabeth ran over to one of the surviving Demeter kids and helped her.

    "Evacuate camp."

    "But then we have to fight gods and monsters!" The son of Poseidon argued.

    "Not all the gods believe you should die. They will protect you. Lady Artemis has offered the assistance of her Huntresses and you have the fun support of Dionysus."

    "Great." Sighing, Percy looked around. "We should split up." Chiron nodded then went to meet Annabeth.

    On the deck of the big house, Dionysus looked over camp. The yelling had subsided. A crack of lightning  pushed the god up against the railing. He fell to his knees as he was struck by the unkind hand of his father, Zeus.

    Anger filled Percy but he knew he couldn't do anything for him. He watched as Dionysus tried to get up but was met with another strike of lightning. Then the God didn't move. The quick thought of Mr. D being killed crossed Percy's mind but gods can't be killed.

    Clarisse sent her cabin member out of the cabin. One of them approached Percy and asked where any of the Apollo kids were. "I'm not sure. We need to find them."

    As if the gods had heard them, the Apollo cabin caught fire. There was screaming from the cabin but it didn't last long. One after another, the Ares and Hephaestus cabins also caught fire. The fire in the Ares cabin spread the slowest while the other two cabins were engulfed in seconds.

    Young Will Solace came running from the infirmary to see his cabin in flames. "No!" He screamed out in terror. Like his older brothers would have, he ran towards his cabin. Grover, who had just come from the infirmary for a nail in his hoof, caught Will before he could get too close. "Austin and Kayla are still inside! They went to get some blankets!"

    Grover pulled him into his arms and away from the building. "It's okay. It will be okay."

    In the Ares cabin, Clarisse tried to get her brother away from the wall as the fire spread. He had been leaning against the wall when he was implied by debris from the Demeter cabin. It had come through the wooden walls of the cabin and pinned him to the wall.

    "I'll get you out of here." Clarisse started to cough as smoke filled her lungs. The fire crept closer and closer to them.

    "It's okay. You should go." The teen struggled to talk.

    "No. I'm not just going to leave you here to die." The cabin leader's voice shook.

    "If you can't get me out safely, just pull me off the wall."

    "That's crazy. It'll kill you!"

    "So will the fire."

    Taking a second to make her decision, Clarisse sighed. "Alright, let's do this."

    Outside of the cabin, Percy helped any injured Hephaestus kids. "We need to get the infirmary evacuated!"

    As Annabeth and Percy ran to the building, there was an explosion inside it. The blast knocked the two back. They could hear Will's distress. People had left their cabin by now to see what was going on. Helping each other up, the demigods looked at each other for a moment.

    "Is this really happening?" Annabeth said with tears in her eyes. Had they been set up for failure by their parents.

    "Maybe Luke had a point." Annabeth didn't seem very amused by Percy's comment. Looking at the fire, Percy dragged them away from the infirmary.

    Grover tried to keep from crying. Will didn't need that. As soon as the boy had seen the fire that engulfed the infirmary, his knees gave. The satyr lowered him to the ground as the boy screamed.

    "Nice of you to join." Percy said sarcasticly as Thaila came out of the woods.

    "What the hell happened?" The huntress started to run with them.

    "The gods never intended for us to survive past the war!" Percy yelled. "If we lost, we died and if we won, we died."

    "I'll get the girls to help." Thaila said.

    "Thank you." Annabeth started. "Percy, where are we going?"

    "Chiron said Mr. D was on our side. Thaila, your dad just did a number on him. We need to see if he could help or if his still laid out in the deck."

    "Alright."

    "I think Percy and I handle that. Thaila, can you go help them." Desperation filled Annabeth's voice. Camp had been her home and she had trusted the gods.

    "Okay." Thaila ran off as the Athena and Hermes cabins started to be overwhelmed by vines. The Poseidon cabin was stuck by lightning, setting it on fire.

    "That was personal." Percy joked.

    "Come on, let's go."

    The fires started to spread to the ground and the woods. Clarisse and another Ares kid came out of their cabin. Blood poured to the ground. The cabin leaders got her brother to the ground. "I need a medic!" She yelled. Then she looked around. Almost every cabin was on fire. The infirmary had gone up in flames and so did her hope of saving her bother. "Damn it!"

    Looking back, Percy tried to distance himself from the situation. Most people had left their cabin when the buildings started to catch fire. As the Aphrodite cabin caught fire, the last person who needed.to leave the cabin came out with blankets and some kind of medicine. It was like someone had been protecting him from the fire.

    Camp half-blood was in chaos. Kids were running everywhere, just trying to survive. Percy looked back at the deck of the big house. Mr. D was nowhere to be seen. The thought that he had left them invaded his mind.

    "Pollux!" A pained voice yelled out.  

    Percy looked to see Dionysus leaning against a tree. It looked like he had been crying. The demigod knew the god had a responsibility to his own child first and he had to respect that. "Come on, we gotta help everyone else."

    "Pollux, come here!" Dionysus screamed, just hoping he would be heard. In the midst of all the chaos, he reached out for his child. The teen raised his head when he heard his name.

    "Dad!" He yelled out. Then he stopped running and looked for his father. When he found him, he sprinted to him. Wrapping his arms around him, Dionysus grabbed his son. The two looked at camp as tears fell down Pollux's face. Not letting him go the god pulled his son away from the battle, letting him bury his face in his shoulder.

    No one could blame them. After all, they were all tired of fighting.

    "Dave." Clarisse spoke. "Just hang on."

    "It's getting cold. Clarisse, you can let me die. I'm tired it's okay."

    Tears attacked her eyes. "Dave."

    Reaching his up to her face, he sighed. "You did everything you could." His breathing started to slow. It wasn't long before he was gone.

    Standing, Clarisse joined Percy and Annabeth. "Are you okay?" Percy said, concerned.

    "Fine." She spoke harshly. Annabeth stopped running and Percy and Clarisse stopped. They scanned camp. "Is everyone out?"

    "Maybe. Camp just got way too quiet that fast." Percy was talking quickly.

Travis startled them when he walked up to them. "I'm back. I got two of my brothers to help Connor." Thaila joined them as well.

"The girls are ready to help if need be. Lady Artemis says she'll take anyone she can."

"Okay. We need to get out of here." Clarisse to few steps forwards. She turned to face the others. Grabbing Annabeth's hand, she pulled the two being a tree and to the ground. "Get down!" The others ducked as lightning went over their heads.

"Oh come on!" Percy yelled.

"Let me talk to him." Thaila tried. "You need to get out of here."

"I'm not doing that again." Annabeth said. "I'm not letting you sacrifice yourself again."

Sighing, Thaila pushed her sister into Percy's arms. "I'll distract him."

"No, we stand together." Clarisse grabbed her sword.

Pushing the sword down, Percy sighed. "How about we run together instead? That works too."

"Fine."

"This way." Annabeth took Percy's hand and guided them out of camp. After all, she knew the camp the best of all of them. The group grabbed Grover and Will, who had hidden in the woods near Thalia's tree.

"Where do we go?" Clarisse asked.

"My home. We can figure it out from there. I'm sure Mom won't mind that much." He looked back at camp. The boy saved the Gods for their children and this is what they get? The first real safe place Percy had, gone. Most of the people he cares about are gone. Percy sighed and started to lead the way to his home.

Part 2: soon

[freakshowtwopointoh]

You wished they'd just listen to you, let you explain.

You'd been hanging out with Andre behind their back, yes, but you needed help setting up the perfect proposal. You'd picked out the ring months ago, keeping it tucked away in an old pair of socks waiting for the perfect day. And they'd seemed so stressed for so long, it just didn't seem like the right time.

But they'd walked in while you were on the phone with Andre and you didn't have a good excuse ready. They knew you were lying and that was proof enough for them.

"Baby, please, just let me-"

"Let you what? Come up with more excuses, find a way to blame me for you being a lying whore? I've been working my ass off, and you're fucking around."

"Jordan, please, I never-"

"Stop fucking lying! Just get out." Their face was cold and angry. You could feel tears running down your face and onto your neck. Why won't they just listen?

"Ok." You said quietly, and you pulled on your coat and left.

You wandered for hours, just hoping that Jordan would call.

You knew you couldn't go home, and Andre was the only one of your friends who lived close enough.

God dammit. This isn't going to help your case with Jordan. You texted Andre nonetheless, almost hoping he wouldn't answer. You passed a motel but it was full.

Yeah u can sleep here

door is open im already in bed

You made your way to Andre's place, feeling the gravel crunch under your sandals.

It was about four am when you collapse onto Andres couch. You fell asleep quickly, praying that everything would sort itself out in the morning.

You'd be fresh out of luck, spending the next two days moping around Andre's place and wandering the nearby area. Trying to think of what you could have done to prevent this. You just wish they hadn't assumed the worst. You'd never cheat on them, especially not with Andre.

You thought about the reservation you had for this evening, and realized with a gut twisting sensation that your biggest worries had changed drastically over the last week. You were no longer worried about if they'd say yes - you didn't think you'd even get to go on a date with them again.

You looked a mess but you didn't care. Your hair was tangled and you were wearing the same clothes you'd left the house in. Not like you're trying to impress anyone, you thought bitterly. You made your way back to Andre's house with an iced latte, and tried to focus on your work. A loud knock came from the door, and you sighed. Andre was at Cate's. He'd smoked you out that morning, listened to you cry, and promised he wouldn't try to contact Jordan. You were terrified he'd make it worse.

"Sorry, Andre's o-" it was Jordan.

"He told me I'd find you here." They pushed past you into the apartment. You just stared at them as they leaned against the kitchen counter. "Interesting choice of couch, all things considered." They looked you up and down. "You look like shit."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, my appearance hasn't been at the top of my priorities. Why are you here?" They scoffed.

"I come to hear you out and you're giving me attitude? I'll just leave." They turn to go and you grab their arm.

"Wait, I'm sorry." You take a deep breath. "I should've practiced this, fuck." They laughed slightly at that. "I never did anything with Andre. There's nothing between us, I just needed his help." Jordan rolled their eyes.

"I came to hear you out, not hear more bullshit."

"I'm telling the truth! I needed his help because..." No use keeping it a secret anymore. "Fuck. Because I've been in love with you since day one, and I knew I wanted to spend my life with you since the first morning I woke up in your arms. But I'm me and you're amazing and we've never talked about this stuff before and I just wanted to make you feel as special as you make me feel every day for just one night. So I asked Andre to help me find a ring and set up this thing, and I-i-i didn't .... I was going to do it sooner but you seemed so stressed and I didn't want to make it worse so I needed him to hold on to some things and I'm so sorry J." They were staring at you, mouth agape. They reached into their pocket and pulled out the box.

"This is what made me come around. I couldn't come up with a reason that you'd have this..."

You felt your eyes fill but you got on your knee and took the box from their hands. Here goes.

"Jordan Li. I've been in love with you since the moment we met, and I want to spend the rest of my life by your side. I see all of you and I love all of you. I love the way you dance when you win at a video game, I love the way you love so fiercely. The last few days have just reminded me that I don't want to live without you in my life. I need your smile, your voice greeting me in the morning, your hand in mine. Jordan Li, will you do me the great honor of marrying me and becoming my spouse?" Tears were running down their face as they nodded.

"Of course I'll marry you." Their voice was gruff and now you're both crying as you slide the ring onto their left ring finger. "It's perfect. Now get up and kiss me before I lose my mind." And then you kiss them and it's like nothing had ever gone wrong between you. Their lips were like magic, causing time to stop and the world to become just the two of you. You never wanted to stop kissing them, but when you pulled apart for air you caught a glimpse of the time.

"Holy shit, we can still make our reservations."

"Then let's get your stinky ass in the shower!" They joked. You stuck your tongue out at them. Rude.

"Can we go home? I'm kind of tired of using Andre's toiletries."

"Of course. The puppies miss you - Bread won't stop sleeping on your laundry pile." You smiled at this, and you both went back to get all dolled up to do the proposal dinner backwards. You picked up a full Italian dinner to take to a local park.

"This is the part I was going to have Andre de-" He'd come and set it up anyways. The lights, the blanket, the whiskey, the ice, everything. "How?"

"After we left, I texted him to apologize and asked him to and I quote 'Whatever she wanted you to do before I almost fucked up the best thing that's ever happened to me'" You threw your arms around them, almost knocking them over. "I owe you an apology, love. I shouldn't have assumed the worst, and I definitely was way too harsh. I'm sorry, love, I'm so sorry. You were right, I've been so stressed. It's so easy to let my insecurities get the better of me." They shook their head, and you rested your hand on their face and held them before kissing them softly.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

You walked them to a spot on the blanket, and began serving them a plate of pasta, revealing the secret stash of olive garden breadsticks you'd made Andre buy. And you spent the night laughing, drinking, and kissing. Dessert was cannolis and the most beautiful infused pre-roll you'd been able to find.

It was almost two when you began cleaning up, mainly because you didn't want to keep your hands off of them any longer. When you finally made it through the front door, you grabbed their collar and pulled them in for a kiss, desperately grabbing at their shirt. You begin to unbutton it, begging your hands to work properly. They gently pull your hands off and spin you around to remove your dress. They suck a breath in when they see your lacy matching baby blue lingerie.

"This I picked out myself, just for you." You murmur, and they almost growl.

"Good. I don't like the idea of anyone even imagining you like this. You're mine." They drag their fingers along your side, long nails scratching your skin. They grab your hand and pull you into your bedroom.

"Get on the bed, baby. Let me see you." You shyly lay back on the bed. "My pretty girl." Later, Jordan would tie you down and leave bite marks, scratches, and hickies all over your skin. But for now, all they wanted was to make you scream their name until your voice gave out. They knelt before you.

"You ready, princess?" And without waiting for an answer, their teeth were pulling those pretty little panties off of you and their tongue was teasing your clit. "Already so wet for me. Bet you've been missing this, missing how I can make you feel."

"Yes. Fuck, you've ruined me, J, no one-" you wanted to keep dirty talking them, but they pushed two of their long, delicate fingers inside of you, curling them to reach the perfect spot as their tongue continued to work it's magic, and all you could do was moan and scream: "Jordan!" Before falling apart completely, clenching around their fingers and leaving their face covered in your cum. You were still coming down from your high when they went to grab something, but you had enough wits about you to watch as they removed their button down and unbuckled their belt. After being with them for years, it was almost pavlovian the way the sound of their belt unbuckling or their fly unzipping could turn you on. You whimpered when they revealed the strapless strap they were wearing.

"You gonna take this for me, baby? You gonna be a good girl for daddy and take my cock?"

You were sinking further and further into subspace with each word.

"Yes, daddy! I can take it."

They laid the strap on your entrance, teasing you. Then, they pushed it in all at once.

"Good. Because, I'm going to fuck you all. Night. Long." And they meant it. Sometimes they could fuck you through three or four orgasms each before finally shifting to cum one last time inside of you. Tonight, you came four times on their strap before they shifted, feeling their grip become immovable as they hold you down against the bed.

"Daddy, please!" They captured your lips in theirs before tensing up, thrusting into you and cumming deep inside your pussy. You sink your nails into their back, wanting to keep them inside you as long as possible. You felt them soften slowly inside you, and you whimpered softly when they pulled out.

"It's ok, baby, come here." You wiggle over to rest your head on their chest. "You were so good for me. Took my cock so good for so long. I missed hearing you scream my name." You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you buried your head in their chest. "My good baby girl. Go to sleep now, I've got you." And you drifted off to sleep in the arms of your fiance.

[that-tmr-girl]

Horny Traitor

Despite what she did, Teresa's still desperate for you.

Masterbation, fingering, hair pulling kink

Y/N is just supposed to be a test subject to me now. She's just supposed to be someone I study to find the cure. I know that.

She’s pissed at me. She doesn't understand why I would do this. All she sees is a betrayal.

I see everything when I look at her though. I see late nights of us talking. I see quiet laughing as we told jokes. I see sweet glances from across the room. I see shiny stars that we admired from our windows.

I see her hands traveling up my clothes. I see her pressing her lips all over my body. I see her head buried between my thighs. I see her naked body pressed completely against mine.

I loved all my nights with her, but those were something else. Those were undescribable. They were pure magic. They were everything to me. They were the reason I would be stumbling a little the next day. They were the reason my hair was a mess. They were-

“Teresa, what do you think?”

“What?”I asked quickly, shifting in my seat as I realized there was a wetness down there from my fantasies. Pulling my skirt down so it would be less noticable, I sat up straight.

“About the progress. What do you think?”

“Oh. I think it's great,”I said quickly, crossing my legs together.

“See? Great progress. That's all we need to hear,”She insisted.

“Oh, well, if that's it, I’ll get back to work,”I rushed out, standing up and walking to the door.

“Oh, wait-”

Not letting her finish, I shut it before turning to the nearest bathroom. Barging in, I locked the door before standing in front of the mirror.

With my palms pressed to the sink, I grinded my sensitive pussy against the counter. Biting my lip, I shut my eyes as I relived our night together. I still remember how she would take me in front of the mirror, bending me over and making me watch as she fingered me. She would tangle her hands in my hair as she fucked me until my legs gave out.

Increasing my pace, I let out a moan as I thought about it. Unable to help myself, I dropped my skirt as I took my hand and put it inside my panties.

“Y/N, oh god, Y/N,”I quietly moaned as I was right there.

“So this is what you do in your free time?”

Jumping at the voice, I turned around to see her standing by the door.

“I’m so sorry. I really am. I didn't mean to-”

“No. You're sorry that you got caught,”She corrected, a devilish smirk on her face as she slowly clicked the door behind her until it locked.

“What are you doing here?”I asked as I pulled my skirt up.

“Funny story actually. I was on my way to lunch and heard my name. I asked to use the bathroom, and they let me go,”She answered, walking over. As she stood eye to eye, my breath hitched in my throat. “The real question is, what are you doing here? Touching yourself while thinking of me?”

“I’m sorry,”I repeated.

“Hmm. Are you?”She smirked, grabbing my face with both her hands. With my cheeks turning bright red, I could only stare at her. “Do you need somebody to fuck you, Teresa? Do you need me to satisfy you?”

“I-I do,”I admitted.

“So even after what you did, that pussy still belongs to me?”She grinned.

“All of me belongs to you somehow, even if you don't want me,”I admitted.

Grabbing my waist, she turned me around to face the mirror. With both her hands around my stomach, she rested her chin on my shoulder.

“You know, I’m absolutely pissed at you, but I could never pass up an opportunity to fuck your brains out. Isn't that weird? That I would still get on my hands and knees if it meant getting to taste you?”She whispered, moving one hand down my thigh and the other up my chest. Grabbing my boob, she held it in her palm as she snuck her fingers up my skirt.

“Take it off,”She ordered.

“Yes,”I obliged, sliding it down my legs. As I kept looking in the mirror, I saw the wet patch in my underwear.

“We’ll just have to fix that, won't we?”She asked, kissing my neck as her hand traveled between my thighs. Letting out a whimper, I shut my eyes before she harshly bit down on my neck, making them open just as she pulled my panties to the side.

Taking two of her fingers, she started trailing them along my folds, making me moan. Moving her other hand down, she tugged my panties off before starting to quickly unbutton my shirt. Throwing it to the ground, she bit down on my neck again before unclipping my bra, leaving me naked in front of her.

“Hmm. Beautiful,”She hummed, opening my folds for me to see. I let out a gasp at the cold air.

Taking those two fingers, she slid them inside of me while starting to grab my breast. She took my nipple between her thumb and index finger and gently pinched down as she began harshly sucking on my neck.

Using her thumb, she started rubbing circles on my clit, making my body shake at her much longed for touch. She started increasing her pace with her fingers inside of me, causing me to have to bite down on my lip so I wouldn't start screaming her name. I both felt and watched my liquids spill down my thighs and form a puddle at my feet as the knot in my core that I had missed so much returned.

Moving her hand down, she started rubbing my thighs as she kept her lips on my skin. With my chest frantically heaving, my eyes shut as I broke, my liquids spilling on both her hands and falling down my legs even faster.

With no time to react, she grabbed my hair and forced me against the counter, causing me to moan. Keeping that hand in it, she started pulling at my loose strands as she stuck her fingers deep inside of me. She pumped them in and out with such force that my body was moved forward each time. Reaching out, I had to put both my hands on the mirror for balance, leaving prints down it.

I don't care though. How could I care about anything right now?

At an almost inhumane pace, she kept fucking my brains out as my legs were shaking. My moans turned to whimpers as she pulled my hair, making me look at the mess I was becoming for her.

With the pressure coming back in my lower stomach, my walls clenched around her fingers. My mouth was half open as I kept gasping and whimpering.

She tugged harder on my hair before adding a third finger, causing me to shriek for a moment as I released. Keeping her hand there, she collected some of my cum as it dripped down her fingers.

Taking her hand out of my hair, she grabbed my breast as she tauntingly placed her finger in front of my mouth. As I opened for her, she stuck it deep inside my throat. My eyes shut as I gagged before closing my lips and swirling my tongue around her fingers.

When she decided I was done she pulled it out. With me still leaning against the sink, I was back to gripping the counter as I was gasping and breathing heavily. I could barely see through that overwhelming pleasure she just gave me.

As though nothing happened, she started washing her hands.

“Y/N?”I asked through shaky breaths.

“I’m still mad at you,”She said simply as she dried them.

“Oh,”I mumbled, my shoulders dropping in disappointment.

“Come to my cell tonight. I’m not finished with you.”

“Oh?”I kind of asked.

“Goodbye, Teresa. I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay. I love-”

Before I could finish my sentence she left me standing there, naked, in front of a mirror, covered in hickeys and my cum, with knots in my hair.

She hasn't forgiven me for this yet, and I don't know how much she still loves me.

She’s sure as hell fucking me though so that has to mean something.

Right?

[archonadeptus]

A/N: This is my favourite ship ever I'd simply perish for them. This is going to be a series on tumblr, and once its complete I'll be uploading it to ao3! It's my first Alhaitham x Kaveh fic, so please be kind! I hope you guys like it.

Warnings: Ship fic! Alhaitham x Kaveh, if you dont like then please don't read♡ Light description of a breakdown. Angst, no comfort just yet! Pre-relationship. (They're crushing so bad why can't they communicate I stg) Not fully proofread, I'm lazy rn I'm sorry -

Light of Kshahrewar - Part One

Everything had been absolutely draining and much too loud all day. Alhaitham was extremely grateful to have his soundproof earpieces with him at all times, otherwise he was certain he would have snapped at the other sages. How dense does a being have to be? Let alone those who are considered sages of Sumeru, one of the highest positions throughout the nation blessed by Nahdia, the god of wisdom. Why must they argue about such trivial things, something that could be fixed so easily with the slightest bit of communication? The thought of somebody without a decent mind like Alhaitham taking over as the true grand sage truly concerned him. If anything the thought itself was rather daunting. Sumeru, instead of being known as the land of wisdom, would be known as the most idiotic land throughout the seven nations of Teyvat.

Shoving his key into the door, which was comically still tangled up with Kavehs, was twisted and pushed open. Immediately upon entering, books and blueprints were scattered all over the floor. Shutting the door with his foot, he locked it and tossed the two keys into the intricately designed key dish, courtesy of Kaveh. He had designed it himself, despite Alhaitham paying for the materials. Kaveh had begged to design 'decent furniture' for inspiration. Alhaitham finally agreed and let him. He couldn't let his roommate sulk otherwise that would cause problems for Alhaitham himself and he most certainly didn't want that. Thus, he practically shoved the bag of mora in his hands with a silent prayer to the god of wisdom to shut Kaveh up. It did work, and after designing said key dish, Kaveh finally had his inspiration back for a project he dubbed to be 'even better than The Palace of Alcazazaray'. How one would get a giant design like that from a mere key dish truly baffled Alhaitham, but whatever kept Kaveh happy right? Back to the matter at hand, he had decided to slowly make his way through the room following the trail of mess and various ink stains. He hated to admit it to himself, but after the day he had faced full of idiots he was finding himself growing angrier by the minute. He didn't want to deal with his own idiot he kept at home. Usually on any other day, he'd come home, ignore whatever mess was made and remind Kaveh (for the hundredth time) to do his share of the chores. Of course he knew that would fall on deaf ears, but he'd then retreat into his room and read until dinner. Alhaitham didn't think he'd be doing that today.

"Kaveh." His voice spoke as he pushed open the door to the architect's room where the mess seemed to be its greatest. He expected to see Kaveh hunched over his desk as per usual, in a world of his own whilst he would mumble incoherent things to himself and scribble on a half finished design. This time though, he saw Kaveh in the middle of his floor with a broken pencil before him and a ripped up piece of paper.

"If you're here to nag then I'm not in the mood."

'Neither am I.' Alhaitham thought, deciphering the rather sorry sight before him.

"I wouldn't have to nag if you kept things tidy and actually did your share of the chores." Kaveh had his head buried in his knees, his hand gripping onto his arm to shield his face and cushion his head.

"I just said that I'm not in the mood, Alhaitham." His eyes were fixed onto the ripped up paper and his legs seemed to drag him to it. Moving to pick it up, he caught a glimpse of a very detailed set of sketches before they were ripped from his hands. "Don't touch that!" Alhaitham was completely used to Kaveh shouting at him, it brought him great amusement so he'd jab at the architect to get him to yell more. It was a wonderful stress reliever and he couldn't help but adore Kavehs dramatics. However, this time felt different. It didn't feel light hearted, there seemed to be real weight behind his words - not that there wasn't usually but this felt a little more serious. You could slice a knife through the sudden wave of silence.

"Why are you sitting here feeling sorry for yourself when you could be working on that design you've tried to destroy?" It was beautiful. He paused as Kavehs sharp crimson gaze met his own, they were glassy. He needs to stop talking, he should give Kaveh some space. "So when you complain that you have no ideas, it's actually that you destroy them instead? Is it that you don't want to make a living for yourself for once?" Why is he still talking? Alhaitham knows that it's not the time to lecture him, but some horrid part of his anger seems to enjoy blowing off steam like this.

"Stop. Just... Just get out!" Kaveh threw the broken pencil at Alhaitham, but he just moved away and glared.

"That's rich, get out of the room I pay for? Surely you remember you didn't pay your half of the rent this month either." Kaveh hated the way Alhaithams gaze remained so calm, even as fat glistening tears made their way down Kavehs cheeks.

"If you don't want me here anymore then just say that! I'm sick of you dancing around things like they mean nothing to you!" … 'Like I mean nothing to you.' Kaveh wishes he added on that bit, but he didn't want to know the truth. He doesn't think he can face Alhaitham saying that he hates him.

"Fine, if that's what keeps you happy. I'm sick of the mess, I'm tired of coming home to your yelling. You're just as bad as the sages I dealt with today."

'Ah,' Kaveh thinks, 'he's had a bad day too then.' Maybe Sumeru was out to get them.

"Oh really? That's a miracle, the mighty 'Acting Grand Sage' of Sumeru who's known to be completely emotionally unavailable, is getting irritated by his colleagues!" Alhaitham narrowed his eyes. "It's not my fault I've got so much work to do before I even think about getting paid to meet your absolutely ridiculous rent deadlines!" The scribe simply rolled his eyes, ignoring the way more tears fell from his crimson eyes. Kaveh may be a dramatic person with rapidly fluctuating moods, but he hadn't ever seen him cry before. This was… new territory. One which both Alhaitham and Kaveh didn't seem too sure about stepping into.

"Ridiculous deadlines? Kaveh, it's the basics. They're bills, I don't control these deadlines. Don't be so dense." Alhaitham simply crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at Kaveh who was still curled up on the floor. Did the architect always look so vulnerable and small like this? Why's he crying? Alhaitham's eyes trailed around the room, but he couldn't piece it together just yet. It was too messy. "Usually people can pay them on time, unlike you." He paused for a moment, hearing Kaveh sniffles. "Aren't you going to tidy this all up?" I need to see what's wrong, I can't figure it out like this. You're worrying me.

"I'll get to it! Just leave!" Kaveh yelled, hair scrunched up in his hands with his eyes shut tightly. Those tears were falling so much quicker now, Alhaitham couldn't handle it. How can he make it stop?

"Leave yourself, you're clearly not bothered." Kaveh's eyes grew wide, glossy and doe-like as he met the scribe's hardened gaze.

"Seriously? You're kicking me out right now? This is ridiculous! Every single time you swoop to a new low, Alhaitham!" He simply turned and began to leave the room only to return and throw Kaveh's individual key toward him.

"Leave." With that, Alhaitham dodged the mess as he made way for his room quicker than he'd like to admit. Kaveh's crying was soon muffled once again as he activated his earpieces. The sound was too much… Too heartbreaking. By morning, things would be like they never happened. They'd eat breakfast, nag at each other, and continue their work like usual - it was their routine. That didn't happen this time.

Upon waking, the morning sun filtered through the wider windows. Kaveh designed those. He had told him he needed more sunlight, especially if he were to read his books all the time. He didn't want Alhaitham to damage and strain his eyes, the architect said it would cause trouble for him else and he didn't want to deal with it. Thus the large pretty window in his room allowed sunlight to bathe him every morning, and the moonlight to shine upon the book's words every night. Opening his eyes fully, he sat up as the warm blanket fell from his body. It was… strangely quiet. Peaceful even. Alhaitham wondered when that would be broken by a certain roommate of his. Standing up, he kept on his nightwear for the time being for breakfast and stepped out into the hall. It's clean. Why was it clean? He was certain that there were ink stains and blueprints all over the floor… Did Kaveh truly take what Alhaitham said to heart? Hm, it was about time he supposed. Finally, a helpful roommate. However, upon entering the kitchen, Kaveh was nowhere in sight. Nevermind, maybe he was sleeping in today after all of this apparent cleaning last night. The scribe didn't mind, especially if the chores were done which, by some miracle, were done. Preparing himself breakfast wasn't exactly unusual, so he made himself something easy though the scent didn't exactly make things feel the same. It didn't taste as good as when a certain architect made it either. Kaveh's dishes were rather extravagant, Alhaithams were bland. After shoving the food into his mouth and swallowing, he stood and placed the bowl and cutlery by the sink. As an apology for not making breakfast today, Kaveh could wash up. Walking back out, he passed his room. It was silent and there were no loud and irritating snores that he usually heard at night that usually unfortunately sent him to sleep, there was nothing. Maybe he should check on him? Knocking lightly, the door seemed to push open. Why is it empty? Where's the mess?

"Kaveh?" Pushing the door fully open, he stepped in. Where was the colour? Where was his Light of Kshahrewar? Where is Kaveh? He… Truly moved out? "Kaveh… You fool." He took a deep breath in, Kavehs scent of pardisarahs filling his lungs. It was overwhelmingly comforting. "You didn't have to go." I didn't want you to go. He'd bring him back, he'd go out, find him drunk out of his mind somewhere and bring him back. It would go back to normal, the way it's always been - the way it should be. "Kaveh. Wait for me." He immediately left the empty room and returned to his own, getting his usual clothes on after having what felt like the quickest shower of his life. Something which of course Kaveh would scold him for… A scolding he strangely missed. Putting on his soundproof earpieces, he grabbed his key and opened the door once again. "Don't be too far, my Light of Kshahrewar."

[a-soul-full-of-stars]

leaning in for a kiss but pulling away last second - hurt me with them boys </3

(many many time later- my apologies i am bad at blog. Anyway, youw wanted me to hurt you and this hurt to write so...) ...

They sit, the pair of them, on a gantry far above the Musica Universalis. Below them, the evening crowd of the Crystarium, still growing used to the unfamiliar joys of a dark night. It’s been a day of reminiscing, catching up. Of putting off what you need to do. That old, cruel voice in Thancred’s heart. But, as ever, it is honest in its cruelty.

Match stares at him, eyes full of hope. Hope that he must break erefore the night is past.

“And what might you be looking at,” Thancred says, forcing a smile.

“You. Just you.”

Thancred turns away, smile turning crooked. “By the twelve, Matchstick. You’ll make me blush.” Gods damn it.

“I like it when you blush.” Flirting? The boy has gotten bold. A hand on his. Those sharp m’iquote nails digging slightly against him. “I missed you, Than. It got scary, when you went down like that back home.”

“Indeed? I hope there was suitable mourning at the possible loss of such a hero as I?”

“Oh, parades of it,” Match grins. “I hear Limsa’s announced an annual day of remembrance for the occasion.”

“Quite right too. I’ll have to thank the Exarch- his methods may leave a little to be desired in accuracy but it’s good to know it’s finally earned me some recognition.”

It’s teasing, the old games back and forth. It’s fun, even. Does he really want to lose this? To finally close the door on this?

You can always flirt. You don’t need to be sleeping with the boy to be his ally. Tell that to me all those years ago back when this started, Thancred thinks bitterly.

“I mean it though,” Match speaks again. “I really did miss you. It feels like we never got the chance to talk about…” He’s blushing. “About us. Back before you got pulled over.” He turns towards Thancred, leaning closer. “I’m really glad we got today. Reminds me a lot of our first night in Ul’Dah. Above the Quicksand? You remember?”

“How could I forget? I remember it like it was yesterday. The brass blades wore brown, you wore blue.”

“And you spilled a drink on a stranger. And then…”

And then indeed. And then a kiss, and then another, and then a long night tangled in each other that turned into a long summer tangled up even tighter. How did they get from that to this?

Match is so close. And it has been so, so long. Five years. Five years waiting. Five years changing. Learning. Realising.

For a moment, Thancred thinks about closing that distance. It would be so easy to cross those final few inches and to tumble back into the big sorry mess where they always end up all over again. His eyes linger on those lips he learned the taste of so well all those years ago. He brings his hand to Match’s cheek. Leans closer. There’s barely a whisper between them… “Matchstick…”

“Than…”

Thancred stops, that final tiny chasm left unbridged. Pats Match’s cheek. Presses his forehead to his. Through a straining jaw he manages a whisper. “Not again, Matchstick. Not this time.”

“Thancred… Why?” Hurt in Match’s voice. Shock. Pain.

He stares down. Can’t even look the boy in the eye, huh? But it’s been too long. It’s too late now. Always been too late. “Everything’s changed, Match. You can see that, can’t you? I know it was only months for you but it’s been five years for me. Five long years. I’m not the man I was.”

“You don’t seem that different to me,” Match sniffs. “I still… I still want…”

“I know. But we can’t always get what we want, Matchstick.” Hurt him if you must. “There’s bigger stakes now. Bigger than both of us. Too much relies on us being focused, on seeing this through. You and me? It would never work. Not anymore.”

“So what? You want me to wait? I can do that, I’m happy to-”

“No, Match. This isn’t a wait and see. This, us? It’s over.” He clenches his fists, willing them to not shake. “Everything we have is built on quicksand. It never lasts. We’d only end up hurting each other all over again, just as before.”

“You don’t know that! We could try!”

“We did try. Then we tried again. We’re no good for each other. Not like that, anyhow.”

Tears on the railing. Match never was any good at keeping them at bay. “What are you saying?”

Gods but this is even harder than he thought it would be. But it must be done. Thancred stands.

“It was a dream, Match. I woke up here five years past and when I did, I awoke from that dream too. It’s high time you joined me.” He stands. One final nail. Drive it home. Walk away without another word.

No; enough cruelty. Thancred has learned the coldest ways of the heart. Matchstick deserves more than that. He places a hand under Match’s chin, pulling his face up to meet his gaze. “I will be your truest ally until my dying breath, that I swear. I will always cherish the times we have shared. All I ask in return is you keep your heart open to loves beyond me, as you ever have. If anyone deserves it, it's you.”

Match seizes his hand. Kisses his palm. “Please, Than. Please don’t go.”

Thancred shakes his head. “I’ll see you in the morning, Matchstick. Find some peace, before the night is through.”

...

Thank you so much for the ask @azure-dragonsinger!!

[angelofthequeers]

Tangled in You

My @mlsecretsanta giftee this year is @madchattery! I really hope you like your gift! ❤️💚 And a massive thank you to @faunusroman for beta reading this for me! I really appreciate your help 💙

AO3 link here and spoilers up to Transmission!

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

This is set in some vaguely nebulous post-Transmission time where Marinette’s acknowledged that she’s still in love with Adrien as in canon but they’re still not together because, you know…the fact that Marinette and Adrien are still Ladybug and Chat Noir in Protection and Emotion, which canonically come after the Kwami’s Choice episodes.

“Not one word,” Marinette hisses. 

Alya pastes a smile on her face, the epitome of innocence, except that she’s a lying liar who lies, and Marinette knows better than to trust the former wielder of the Fox Miraculous.

(Her heart jolts in her chest at that. It’s gotten a little better over the last few weeks but she’s not sure she’ll ever be rid of the pain. Not until she’s rescued the kwamis she let down.)

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Alya sings, shifting her bag on her shoulder. Marinette narrows her eyes.

“I mean it! You know I can’t be with him! Not as I am!”

Alya sighs. Her smile fades. “I’m sorry, Marinette. I took on being Scarabella so that you and Adrien could be together, and I couldn’t even do that right.”

“Don’t apologise,” Marinette says firmly. “What you did for me – what you were willing to take on…it means the world to me, and I’ll never forget that. We’ll figure out how Monarch found out you and Kitty Noire, and we’ll kick his butt!”

“Are we having a rebellion meeting?” says a bright voice. Marinette yelps and somehow manages to jump backward and forward at the same time, resulting in sprawling over Alya in a tangle of limbs, while her best friend tries desperately to keep her somewhat vertical.

“Adrien!” she complains. “Don’t do that!” When she manages to right herself – with great help from Alya – and turns around, she’s punched in the face by Adrien’s wide sunshine smile, and it takes everything she’s got to keep herself upright.

Why is this so hard? Adrien knows she’s in love with him. He knows that she wants to be with him, even if there’s some mysterious reason she can’t that starts with M and ends in onarch. Why is she still a complete mess around him?

“Sorry,” Adrien says, not looking sorry at all, like the evil person he is.

“I swear, one of these days, I’m gonna get you a bell so you stop doing that to me,” Marinette grumbles. Adrien’s face flushes bright red in response to that, so Marinette allows herself a triumphant grin. There. See how he likes it.

“Are we done with whatever we’re doing?” Nino drawls from behind Adrien. “And no, this isn’t a rebellion meeting, dude. I’m not letting Monarch take our Christmas.”

“Perfectly said, babe,” Alya says, crossing over to peck him on the lips. Marinette’s eyes flick to Adrien’s own peach pink lips. He notices – of course he does, because the universe hates Marinette Dupain-Cheng – and those lips curve into a smile that almost brings Marinette to her knees.

“Can we just get on with it?” she whines. “The tree won’t decorate itself.”

“How did you even get it up here?” Adrien says, as the four of them head up the stairs to the apartment above the bakery.

“Dude,” Nino says. “How d’you think? Her dad’s a beast.”

“I helped,” Marinette huffs and flexes her arms. There’s an immediate clatter as Adrien trips on the second-last step. He would’ve face-planted into the front door, if not for Marinette reflexively grabbing him by the back of the shirt and yanking him back, just like she’s done to her kitty many a time with his tail.

“Th-Thanks,” Adrien stammers, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re strong. Muscles! Strong girl!”

“Oh my god,” Alya mutters but her words barely pierce the blood rushing through Marinette’s ears. Why does this have to be so hard? Why can’t she just Lucky Charm up Monarch’s ugly face, go kick him in said ugly face, then ride off into the sunset with the boy she loves?

(“One of two boys,” says a little, nasty voice. Marinette staunchly ignores it. Chat Noir made his choice and she has to live with it.)

“Anyway!” Marinette almost shrieks and points at the tree that towers over them, dispersing the fresh scent of pine needles throughout the room. “Tree! Decorations! Put on them!”

“Have you ever decorated a Christmas tree, Adrien?” Alya says loudly, steering Marinette away from the haphazardly stacked boxes of decorations. Marinette wants to be offended but…no, it’s probably for the best. Balance is a challenge at the best of times, without her current state of near hysteria.

“No,” Adrien says. The melancholy in his voice immediately snaps Marinette out of Stupid Mode and into Cheer Adrien Up Mode. “My father always hired people to decorate the tree. He said it was too big, and he didn’t want me or my mother to get hurt.”

“Or he could just stop overcompensating and buy a normal tree like normal people,” Nino scoffs. Marinette bites down on her bottom lip to keep her laughter at bay, while Alya lets out a strange cough. “Oh. Sorry, dude. Forgot he’s trying and all now, and I can’t talk smack about him anymore.”

“No, it’s okay,” Adrien says with a small smile. “I never said how much I appreciated all the times you stood up to my father for me, before he started trying. You’re a really good friend, Nino.”

“Aw, shucks, dude.” Nino’s whole face flushes. “Just what friends do, y’know?”

“Right!” Alya claps her hands. “If we’re done with the sappy Hallmark moments, I have just what we need for decorating the tree!”

“The decorations?” Marinette says dryly, pointing at the boxes. Alya rolls her eyes.

“Nope,” she says as she unslings her bag and rummages around inside. As soon as she emerges with a handful of eye-watering fabric, Marinette immediately starts looking around for the nearest window from which to defenestrate herself.

“No,” Nino says immediately because he’s the only other person in the world who currently has a brain cell. Marinette would kiss him for that if a) Adrien wasn’t here and b) Alya wouldn’t be Extremely Unhappy at her for it. “No way, babe. Nuh uh.”

“We promised to show Adrien the joys of a normal Christmas!” Alya insists, shoving an absolutely hideous orange sweater at him. “And that involves wearing ugly Christmas sweaters!”

“I might have sunk to some lows, but I’m not going that far,” Marinette says.

“Thank you,” Nino says.

“But Alya says it’s a Christmas tradition!” Adrien proves that he’s even eviller than Monarch by turning on the puppy dog eyes and pouting with the careful precision of the model he used to be. Alya beams and tosses him a scarlet sweater.

“And we want to honour the hard work of the superheroes in the room, don’t we?” Alya grins, gesturing to herself and Nino. She dumps a black and green sweater on Marinette’s head and, while Marinette splutters and bats the offending garment away, shrugs into the emerald sweater that she’s left with. “After all, I appreciate Carapace very much.”

“And Ladybug does so much to keep us safe,” Adrien agrees, now in his ugly spotted sweater and with messy hair so eerily reminiscent of Chat Noir that Marinette’s heart almost vacates her chest through her mouth. “It’s really the least we can do.”

“And it’d make Adrien happy,” Alya sing-songs. Marinette looks between her evil best friend and evil crush and lets out the most pained groan of her life.

“Fine,” she grumbles, pulling the Chat Noir sweater over her head. “I hate you both.”

“Seriously?” Nino complains. “Marinette, we were s’posed to stand together! Now they’re gonna bully me into it!”

“Pleeeeease?” Alya adopts the same puppy eyes and pout as Adrien, as they conspire to psychically destroy Nino’s will. Nino groans even louder than Marinette had.

“Okay, okay, fine!” He awkwardly slips into his Rena Rouge sweater, knocking off his hat and glasses in the process. “Not like I could be the only one not doing it. Thanks, Marinette.”

“Hey, blame Adrien!” Marinette huffs. “He insisted on it and he did those stupid eyes and everything!”

“It’s not my fault!” Adrien says. “I just wanted to have a normal Christmas!”

“Speaking of, let’s decorate the tree!” Alya grabs the first battered box and pulls a clump of lights. She gives the clump a shake and grimaces. “Seriously, Marinette?”

“I didn’t put them away!” Marinette protests. “It happens every year!”

Alya sighs and lowers herself to the ground. “Okay. Adrien, you’re about to learn the sacred Christmas tradition of spending ten hours untangling the damn lights.”

“If it’s tradition,” Adrien says with a cheeky smile. Marinette resists the urge to punch him for being so damn beautiful.

“Hey, if Ladybug and Chat Noir can take down an akuma with, like, a piece of paper, we can untangle the lights,” Nino says, dropping down to sit next to Alya cross-legged.

“Our lives depend on it, with the way Alya’s going,” Marinette says under her breath as she kneels and hunts for the end of the string. Adrien joins her, and when his hand brushes hers as they navigate the clump of lights, Marinette’s soul is almost evicted from her body.

“You know,” Alya says, “after everything I’ve done for you, you’d think I’d get more respect around here.”

“Just because you know my deepest secrets doesn’t mean you’re not a tyrant,” Marinette retorts.

“Don’t make me throw a bauble at you,” Alya says.

“Please. I’d tie you up with the tinsel before you could even blink.”

It’s not Marinette’s fault. It’s really not. How is it on her that the lights are this bad? She hadn’t put them away! After ten minutes of cursing and putting on a better show than a professional ballet performance, the lights are still matted together and Nino’s throwing a mini tantrum and cursing the name of Marinette Dupain-Cheng, which is totally uncool of him after everything they’d been through with their ugly sweaters.

“I’m done!” Nino throws down the length of lights that had been half-tying his hands together. “I signed up to show my bro a sweet Christmas, not get strangled by a bunch of lights!”

“Careful, you’ll give Monarch ideas,” Alya drawls, kicking her way out of her multicoloured prison. “I’d kill for a croissant right now.”

“You know where everything is downstairs, make yourself at home,” Marinette says absently, trying not to look too hard at Adrien, and how he’s somehow managed to get his head tangled in a makeshift light cocoon, like the beautiful dork he is.

Dork. Marinette from just a year ago would’ve pitched a fit at the mere thought that Adrien Agreste could be anything less than perfection. But after that game he’d played to help her confess her feelings? And the stupid jokes he tells that she can now listen to, since she can actually hold a conversation and not run away in lovestruck terror? Adrien Agreste is a certified dork, and Marinette’s no longer afraid to face the truth.

“Nino, come help me get us some pastries,” Alya says loudly, piercing through Marinette’s trance. Marinette jumps and somehow gets herself even more entangled in the lights from this one action.

“How do you need help to get pastries?” she splutters. “You already know where –”

“Nino’s tall,” Alya says with a smile so innocent that it’s completely devoid of innocence. “What if I need him to grab me something from a cupboard?”

“But the pastries aren’t –”

“Couple bonding activity!” Alya yanks Nino to his feet. “Besides, do you really want him here when he’s ready to set those lights on fire?”

“I’ll do it,” Nino says immediately. “Don’t tempt me.”

“Thank you, babe,” Alya says, patting him on the arm. “Besides, the more of us there are doing the lights, the more we’re just tangling them up even worse. You and Adrien have this!”

“Alyaaaaa,” Marinette whines.

“Marineeeette,” Alya whines back.

You know I can’t! Marinette pushes at her best friend psychically. Thankfully, because Alya is the best friend ever, she’s tuned in to Marinette Air and immediately picks up on the waves coming her way. She whips out her phone, types furiously while Nino raises his eyebrows and Adrien looks adorably confused, then nods and tucks her phone away.

“C’mon,” she says, grabbing Nino’s hand as Marinette’s phone buzzes twice. “Pastries! You and me!” She disappears with Nino before Marinette can so much as blink.

“…Marinette?” Adrien says carefully when Marinette remains frozen where she is in the wake of Alya’s departure. “Aren’t you gonna –”

“Yes! Right! Message!” Marinette fumbles for her phone and somehow manages to get herself even more ensnared in the evil fairy lights from the simple action of reaching into her pocket. She hugs her knees to her chest, takes a deep breath, then swipes open her phone and clicks on Alya’s message.

>> Look I get it girl. I get you’ve got this massive thing on your shoulders & I’m so sorry I can’t do more to help. But you deserve to be happy and you shouldn’t have to commit to being sad just bc of everything you do for all of us. You didn’t mess up bc of love you messed up bc of a jerk who took advantage of you and it wasn’t even the first time he did it to you.

>> You help us all bc you love us. You’re strong bc of it not weak. Pls let yourself be happy Mari I hate seeing you like this bc of big bad douchebag and hey I think Adrien gets the secret thing more than most ppl and you know I wouldn’t be pushing if I thought it’d turn out like Luka. Ily ❤️

Marinette blinks. Why do her eyes hurt so much? It’s not until something splatters on her phone screen that she realises she’s crying, and she lets out an ugly sob and hugs her phone to her chest.

“Marinette?” Adrien’s by her side in a heartbeat, throwing an arm around her without a care for how this wraps a thread of lights around her neck. “What’s wrong? What did Alya say?”

“N-Nothing,” Marinette sniffles. She lowers her phone with trembling hands and reads the message again, which sends a fresh wave of some massive, unnameable thing crashing over her, forcing her back under and filling her lungs. She gasps, accidentally dropping her phone in her attempt to bury her face in her hands.

“Marinette. Hey. It’s okay.” Something warm meets her face; warm and soft and smelling of pure radiance, and she instinctively takes it in as she gulps in oxygen. When she cracks an eye open, the few brain cells still functioning inform her that Adrien’s pulled her into a hug, and her face is half-buried in his ugly sweater, before they cease to work, and all she can do is sob into the scarlet fabric and lose any awareness of time as she drowns. Adrien just rocks her and squeezes her and grounds her in the hurricane, and she clutches to him like a life raft, praying that he doesn’t let go.

“S-Sorry,” she finally manages to say, her voice thick, cringing at how pathetic she sounds. “Messed up your sweater.”

“Marinette, I don’t care about the sweater,” Adrien says. “I care about you. What’s wrong? I know Alya wouldn’t make you cry to be mean or something.”

“She’s not – she didn’t –” Marinette wipes her streaming eyes and snotty nose with her sleeve. “She just –” After another few moments of trying in vain to explain, she gives up and shakily fishes for her phone to offer to Adrien. He doesn’t take it.

“Are you sure?” he says. “Whatever’s between you and Alya’s none of my business.”

“Just take it. Before I change my mind.”

Adrien hesitates for another moment before the phone is finally gently prised from Marinette’s fingers. She reburies her face in his sweater, tensing, praying that she hasn’t just absolutely messed everything up, even though Adrien clearly likes her, and she clearly likes him, and the only thing stopping them at this point is her and her messed-up brain.

“What happened?” Adrien eventually says. His voice is low and sharp, and Marinette pities anyone who ever ends up on the other side of this voice, because it’s a side of Adrien she’s never seen before. “Who took advantage of you? How? Do I need to punch someone?”

“I don’t think your father would appreciate having to bail you out,” Marinette says with a weak hiccup of laughter.

“I’d do it for you,” Adrien says. Blood rushes to Marinette’s face and pools in her cheeks until she could probably melt the polar icecaps with just her skin.

“Just…some guy,” she says vaguely. “Lied to me and made me think he was someone else. So…I trusted him. And I messed up big time. Big, big time.”

“I’ll kill him,” Adrien says straight away, his arms tightening around her. “No one gets to take advantage of Marinette Dupain-Cheng. No one. Not when you’re so sweet and kind and smart and brave and – and loving – Alya was right, you know, you love so easily and so much and it’s why I…you know…fell for you.”

“Stooooop,” Marinette whines. “Shush.”

“Nope. Look…you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but what exactly happened?”

“I –” For a long moment, Marinette wavers. But she steels herself. She can’t give in. She has to stay strong. “I can’t tell you. Not without giving away my big…big secret.”

“The one that got between you and Luka?”

Marinette nods jerkily. Adrien sighs and squeezes her.

“That’s okay. You don’t have to tell me.”

“R-Really?”

“Of course. Alya was right, you know. I get the secrets thing. And…I’ve got a big one of my own. One that I can’t tell anyone. So I’d be a real hypocrite if I tried to make you tell me yours.”

“What a pair,” Marinette mumbles, sagging against Adrien as the energy drains out of her and leaves her loose and limp and jelly limbed. Adrien laughs.

“I don’t know what happened,” he says, “but Alya’s right. Whatever happened, it didn’t go wrong because of love. It went wrong because this guy took advantage of your trust and kindness and love.”

“But I messed up!” Marinette jerks away but can’t go far, thanks to the lights that have somehow managed to glue them together like limpets. “Big, big time! My mistake could get people killed! It’s caused so much pain already!”

“So you’ll fix it,” Adrien says. His smile is so kind, so warm, and Marinette can hardly stand to look at it, but she also can’t stand to tear her eyes away from its radiance. “You always have the solution to any problem, Marinette. You’ll fix it.” His face falls and he looks away. “I messed up, too. I hurt someone really bad. Two people, actually. The second one almost died if she wasn’t a – look, I didn’t get to fix my mistake but I know you’ll fix yours, because that’s the person you are, Marinette.”

“But it’s because I love you!” Marinette blurts out. “It’s because I love you that I messed up! I should’ve known, I should’ve known it wasn’t you, but he looked just like you and I was an idiot and let my heart rule me and I trusted him – I trusted him – and he took everything from me!” She squeezes her eyes shut and hides back in Adrien’s sweater.

“M-Marinette…?” Adrien whispers.

“I just make mistake after mistake because of how much I love you,” Marinette sniffles. “And then I fell for Chat Noir and I almost got akumatised. I even got my father akumatised the first time! And I got Luka akumatised because I couldn’t be honest with him and I don’t want that to happen to you and I just keep messing up again and again every time I try to love someone and –”

“Shh. Breathe,” Adrien says soothingly as a fresh wave of sobs racks Marinette’s body.

“I c-can’t love Chat Noir or th-the world will end,” Marinette bawls. “I c-can’t love you or M-Monarch wins. I c-can’t love anyone.”

“It’s okay,” is all Adrien says. “It’s okay, Marinette, I swear, just let it out. I’ve got you.”

“I’m pathetic,” Marinette blubbers. “Weak and pathetic.” Her insides chill as her words from just before flood her senses and she groans and shakes her head. “And of course I only managed to say it now when I’m having a breakdown. Not when I actually want to say it to you. I really am pathetic.”

“No.” Adrien’s arms tighten around her. “You were wrong back then, and you’re wrong now. You’re not weak, Marinette. You’re not pathetic. You’re brilliant – strong – you’re so clever, so giving and loving, and I’m just sorry it took me this long to see what was right in front of me.”

“I d-didn’t exactly m-make it easy.”

“And I’m sorry that Félix took advantage of you. It’s my fault, I should’ve known he was up to no good when he offered to pretend to be me.”

“W-What?” Marinette’s brain record scratches, then shuts down. Slowly, barely able to breathe, she draws back and stares up at Adrien as her brain feebly struggles to comprehend the fact that two and two equal four; that Adrien knows, he knows who was having a mental breakdown on his bathroom floor. “F-Félix – but I didn’t –”

“You didn’t have to say it,” Adrien says with a small, wry smile. “I couldn’t think of anyone else who’d taken advantage of you by making you think it was me. Apart from Volpina, of course, but that was just an illusion.”

“I – but – Vol – what –” The trembling in Marinette’s limbs intensifies as the implications of Adrien’s words truly sink in. Adrien hadn’t been there. Volpina had been holding an illusion. The only other person who’d been there, who knows what happened on the Eiffel Tower… “You didn’t – you weren’t – it wasn’t –”

“I don’t know how loving me ended the world,” Adrien says while Marinette’s brain undergoes a total system reboot. “And I don’t know how our love could let Monarch win. But I swear that won’t happen, milady. I can’t let it happen. I won’t. Not now that I know you’ve loved me all this time. And not now I know that the two most amazing girls I know are the same person.”

“No!” Marinette throws herself away from him, toppling backwards. But since she’s currently tied to Adrien with the devil’s lights, he follows her right down and sprawls over her with an oof. “I didn’t – you can’t know, you can’t be him, I can’t –”

“We won’t destroy the world.”

“It happened twice! Because we knew! And now I’ve messed up again and I don’t have the Snake to fix it and Bunnyx is gonna show up and –”

“We don’t know what happened, Marinette. Milady. Please.” His green eyes are soft, crinkled, filled with love that Marinette doesn’t deserve. “Don’t shut me out. Not when you need help. I’ll be super extra careful, I swear, I won’t call you milady or do anything Chat-like in public, so long as you get to lean on me.”

“Nooo!” Marinette covers her face. “I’m so tired. I’m so sick of being miserable and not being allowed to be happy or even really be sad in case I get akumatised! And no one else can do it or they’ll be in danger! Monarch managed to figure out Scarabella!”

“Well, that’s what your dashing partner’s here for,” Chat Noir says. No, Adrien, it’s Adrien above her, except that it’s also Chat and Marinette’s about to have a mental breakdown. “You can always count on me, Marinette. And Alya – I’m guessing she knows?”

“Who do you think was Scarabella?” Marinette mumbles into her hands.

“Oh. Oh. So much makes sense now.”

“I don’t even care anymore.” Marinette lets her hands fall away from her face numbly. “I don’t care that you know. I don’t care that Monarch’s gonna win. I’m tired. I’m so tired, Adrien. I should get to worry about school and boys and fashion without having all this weight on my shoulders!”

“Exactly,” Adrien says firmly. He brushes strands of hair out of Marinette’s eyes, making her battered heart leap into her throat. “You shouldn’t have to deal with all of this. But you’ve got Alya now, and you’ve got me – you’ve always had me, ever since Stoneheart. We’re gonna win, Marinette. We’ll beat Monarch and rescue the kwamis, and you’ll finally get to be happy. And what Félix did to you doesn’t make you weak. Okay?”

“If you say so,” Marinette says. Adrien rolls his eyes.

“I do say so. And I’m your charming, dashing partner, so I’m right, and you have to listen to me.”

A weak giggle wrenches its way out of Marinette. Once the dam’s been cracked, there’s no containing everything that pours out of her in hysterical laughter as her brain meshes Adrien and Chat Noir together – the two boys she loves, the two people aside from Alya who’ve been there for her through everything – and she tries to process everything that happened in the last few minutes. Or hours. Or days. Really, what even is time?

“Why am I laughing?” she hiccups, wiping her streaming eyes while Adrien smiles like the cat who got the cream. Or rather, in this case, the ladybug. “Why? You’re not even that funny.”

“Au contraire, milady,” Adrien says, still grinning. How had she never connected the dots before? He’s so…so…Chat. It’s so obvious. “You confessed to finding me absolutely amewsing when you had to tell the truth, remember?”

“I hate you,” Marinette mutters. But Adrien’s smirk widens, because she’s just as much of a lying liar as Alya, and there’s no way on earth she could hate her kitty, no matter how obnoxious his puns are.

“Liar,” Adrien sings. Then he frowns. “Does it usually take that long to get pastries? Alya and Nino have been gone for ages.”

“They’re just making us talk about this, silly kitty. Alya’s a meanie and abandoned me in my hour of need.”

“Well, I never will.” Adrien exaggeratedly puffs out his chest and Marinette can’t help but laugh. “We should – ah, no –” He tries to sit up but only succeeds in pulling Marinette up against his chest, thanks to the lights that have somehow further entwined them. “How did this happen? How? We barely even moved!”

“The magic of Christmas,” Marinette giggles. It’s still there, deep in her chest, looming and threatening to suffocate her again…but maybe Adrien’s right. Maybe she can do this with him. And maybe whatever happened the last two times won’t happen now, and Monarch won’t be able to take advantage of their love.

She has to believe that. She just has to. What other option does she have, besides losing her mind and throwing her earrings at Monarch for a chance to have five minutes to breathe? And if this was going to lead to the end of the world, surely Bunnyx would’ve shown up by now, right? Right?

“I thought this just happened in the movies!” Adrien says. “Okay, uh – you try moving this way, I’ll put my arm here –”

“You’re making it worse!” Marinette says when Adrien’s move just plasters her face against his neck.

“Do we need to call in the cavalry?”

“No! Alya will never let me live it down!”

“No, I won’t,” says the voice of someone eviller than Monarch. Marinette groans and lets herself fall into hiding against Adrien’s throat so that she doesn’t have to see the look that’s going to be on Alya’s face.

“Alya!” Adrien says. “Our saviour! The second most amazing girl in the world!”

“Second?” Alya splutters.

“She’d better be second to you, bro!” Nino says.

“Great, they’re both here,” Marinette groans. “What do we owe you, Alya?”

“Hmm,” Alya says, clearly relishing the situation before her. “Let’s just say a favour for now. This is way too good for me to think of something on the spot.”

“Fine,” Marinette says pathetically. “Just get us out of this mess.”

“Alright, alright. Nino, try and figure out where the hell the end is.”

It takes an entire half hour. Half an hour of cursing and sweating and playing festive Twister before Alya and Nino can finally detangle the lights enough for Marinette to slip out and off Adrien. She’s craving a nice hot chocolate to drown herself in by now, so she grumbles and staggers into the kitchen to make drinks for everyone because really, there’s nothing better than a hot chocolate and a good croissant when you’ve just had a meltdown and want to feel warm inside. Once the hot chocolates are made, Adrien’s also free from his merry prison, and Alya’s untangling the lights with a deft ease that makes Marinette very, very suspicious of why Alya had escaped downstairs. And the entire half hour she and Nino had taken to untangle them.

“You could’ve done this all along!” Marinette accuses. Alya snickers.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she says sweetly. Marinette narrows her eyes. “Okay, time to put them up before someone lights them on fire!”

As the two tallest people, Adrien and Nino take on the task of stringing the lights around the tree while Alya directs them, because apparently “journalistic instincts” translate into knowing the best way to decorate a Christmas tree.

Once again, Marinette thanks the universe for bringing Alya Césaire into her life. Where she’d be without her best friend on either side of the mask, she has no clue, even if said best friend deviously engineers for her to be tied to her crush with Christmas spirit and actually have a conversation about her feelings, instead of being able to escape.

“Adrien, you can have the honours,” Alya declares once the lights are strung up. Adrien beams and bends down to plug them in, and the childlike wonder on his face as the tree lights up in reds and yellows and greens and blues is enough to make every organ in Marinette’s abdominal cavity quiver and flutter. At this rate, her body’s well on the way to shutting down, and she can’t even be upset about it.

“Okay,” she whispers to Alya. “I take it back. You know what you’re doing.”

“Don’t I always?” Alya grins and tosses her hair. But then her smirk shifts into a softer smile. “I’ve never seen him so happy. Not even last Christmas.”

“He’s never decorated a tree!” Marinette waves her hands around. “How wrong is that?”

“What’s next?” Adrien says, popping up in front of Marinette out of nowhere. Marinette yelps but manages to keep her footing this time.

“Tinsel!” she blurts out. “Shiny!”

Adrien laughs and bends down to fish out the golden tinsel from one of the boxes. “It’s okay, princess, you don’t have to be scared of me. I don’t bite.”

“What the hell,” Nino says while Marinette lets out a squeal so high that every dog in Paris has probably been summoned to the bakery. “I hate it here.”

“You’re even more disgusting with Alya,” Adrien says.

“Yeah, you stayed behind when I was a zombie,” Alya teases. Nino shrugs.

“Fair. You do stupid things for love.”

“Yeah,” Adrien says, looking directly at Marinette, who flushes and looks down. “You do.”

[mrvlbimbo]

Falling in love at Fennel Fields

Pt 2 of Fast Times at Fennel Fields

Vigilante x reader

Here’s the heavily awaited smut I’ve been promising

After Avery's comment the the energy in the room shifted and everyone could sense Adrian was deeply upset. She obviously didn't have to make a rude remark about him kissing the girl he'd had a crush on forever. But everyone was still surprised by his intense reaction.

Adrian stormed out of the room and she followed him, rushing to catch up with him and make sure everything was ok. The rest of the group sat quietly, taking in the awkward situation.

Her pursuit of him was met with a door closed in her face. She banged on the door with her fists. “Please, let me in,” she pleaded desperately. There was silence for a while until she spoke again. “Adrian please.” her voice was shaking as tears started to fill her eyes.

Adrian heard her, the door doing nothing to muffle her sobs. The sound of her frantically toying with the doorknob stopped when he hesitantly unlocked the door.

The door she was leaning on opened and she clumsily fell into the room. She stumbled over to him and grabbed his face, forcing him to look her in the eyes. “Are you ok?” she asked, a pitying look in her eyes.

He hastily pulled away from her and moved to the other side of the room. “No. I’m not. All your stupid friends think I’m a fucking joke,” he snapped.

“They’re just messing around,” She assured him, trying not to be upset with his tone.

He sat down on the bed, taking a moment to think before he spoke. “Why did you laugh?” He demanded, stress clear in his voice. He ran his hand through his hair, tangling in the curls and trying to gain his composure.

“Oh my god. I laughed because it was stupid,” she almost shouted, frustrated at the whole situation.

“Kissing me was stupid?” he asked, his voice tone losing certainty. There was a deep insecurity to the way he spoke. He sounded hurt, like he had just seen someone run over a puppy.

She rushed over to him, standing between his legs and taking his hands in hers. “No I mean it’s just stupid that they made such a big deal of it,” she explained.

Right, it wasn’t a big deal. The kiss didn’t mean anything, it was just a dare.

He stood up so they were mostly eye to eye if he looked down. “Was it good? The kiss I mean, was it a good kiss?” He asked, red dusting his cheeks at the embarrassing question. He wasn’t sure why he asked, maybe it was because he was a little buzzed or maybe he was just tired of holding back the way he felt.

She was a little bit shocked at his question. It was a really great kiss and it felt almost real but she didn’t really know how to tell him that while preserving their relationship. “Yeah… actually it was really good,” she admitted.

Now that they had both said what they really didn’t want to say, there was a tense silence. Their faces were only inches apart and she still held his hands. “Do you want to…uh maybe do it again?” he asked, ignoring his overwhelming fears.

Her hands came up to cradle his face and she looked deep into his eyes. “Huh?” she questioned, scrunching her eyebrows in confusion.

He moved closer, pressing his forehead against hers. He grabbed her waist and she moved her hands to his chest to steady herself. “Like since it was good, I thought maybe you’d want to do it again,” he whispered, their lips brushing lightly.

“Adrian,” she gasped breathlessly as their lips met. “You’re drunk.” she pulled away, resting her forehead on his.

“Maybe a little bit,” he murmured, kissing her again this time with more force. She returned the kiss passionately and they both fell backward onto the bed.

Their lips moved against each other slowly and sensually. After a while their kisses started to heat up and their hands were trailing dangerously close to crossing a line. They pulled away from each other breathlessly, lips only inches apart. “We can’t. Not right now,” she replied sternly, rolling over so her back was facing him.

He pulled the covers over both of them and placed a hand on her waist. “Mmm, please,” he whined, kissing down her neck and pulling her closer to him.

She shivered at the contact, her will power weakening significantly. “Ask me again tomorrow,” she offered, gritting her teeth and hoping he didn’t call her bluff.

The next morning they were still curled around each other. When she woke Adrian was still asleep. She tried to move out of his grasp and check her phone. He groggily tightened his grip on her and pulled her body flush to his. “Morning,” he grumbled.

“Morning,” she replied, snuggling into his arms, noting a hard appendage poking her.

“It’s tomorrow,” he commented, grinning into her shoulder and sliding one of his legs between hers.

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s today,” she remarked sarcastically, enjoying playing hard to get, her breath hitching at the friction of his leg pressing on her clit through her clothes.

He groaned and grinded his hard-on against her ass. She gasped, reaching behind her shoulder to tangle her hand in his hair. Their bathing suits from the day before were the only things separating them.

She tilted her head back to catch his lips in a quick kiss. “Are you gonna fuck me, Adrian?” she whispered breathlessly, knowing exactly what to do to get him going.

“I- uh… yeah, I am gonna do that,” he stuttered back, losing his confidence when she flirted back.

The hesitancy was an immediate red flag for her. She turned around fully so she could look him in the eyes. “Are you a virgin?” she questioned skeptically.

“No!” he yelped, his voice cracking slightly. She gave him a concerned expression. “I mean I’m not super experienced,” he explained awkwardly, looking over her shoulder instead of meeting her eyes.

“Yeah. I gathered that much,” she joked, giving him a soft smile to calm his nerves.

He fumbled with his hands on her hips, stroking the dip of her waist with his thumb. “I’m good though. Like from what I’ve heard. I’m a pretty talented sex haver,” he said with a cocky smirk.

“Oh really,” she mused, running her hands down his chest and tracing tiny circles by the band of his shorts.

“Mmhm. I’m pretty much an exper-” his words were cut off by her reaching her hand into his swim trunks and wrapping her hand around his cock.

“What was that?” she teased, pumping him slowly.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he begged, losing track of what he had been saying before.

Her other hand grabbed his hair, her nails scratching his scalp and eliciting a quiet moan from his mouth. “You’re so sensitive,” she commented, tugging his hair slightly to see his reaction.

His response to that was a whimper. “Mmm, sorry,” he whined, his breaths falling heavily.

“No. It’s a good thing, I like hearing your pretty little sounds,” she praised, running her thumb over his leaking tip.

It didn’t take long for her to get him worked up to the point of climax. Before he could finish he stopped her. “Please.” the word spilled over his lips as a barely coherent sound.

“What? Use your words,” she commanded, removing her hand from him so he could focus.

“I need to be inside you,” he pleaded, tugging at her bikini bottoms. She laughed at his impatience and slid them off.

He wasted no time kissing a line down her chest to her cunt.

“I thought you needed to be inside me?” she joked, her voice shaking slightly as his tongue traced circles around her clit.

He looked up at her with a grin “I gotta warm you up first. I’m uh…above average,” he explained.

She answered with a moan when he went back to work, this time inserting a finger into her heat. He brought her to the edge slowly with his tongue and fingers, stopping once her legs were shaking.

“So, uh… how do you feel?” he asked, a shy tone still permeated his words despite their current situation.

She reached down and grabbed his face in her hands, pulling him up to kiss him harshly. “Adrian, you’re so perfect and amazing. But I swear to god, if you don’t fuck me right no-”

Her sharp words urged him on. He slid into her hesitantly, placing his arm on the small of her back to guide her hips up to his. His thrusts were gentle and deep.

His face was scrunched up into a focused expression, she giggled a bit at how concentrated he looked. He felt insecurity build in him. “Am I doing something wrong?” he asked breathlessly.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down to crash their lips together. “Mmmph, fuck. No, you’re doing so good,” she moaned, grinding up to meet his thrusts.

He increased his speed, feverishly driving into her. He propped himself up with one hand while the other rubbed tight circles on her clit. She clenched around him as she neared her climax.

The tightening caused him to finish abruptly, sloppily fucking her through his high until she reached her own. “Oh my god, that was amazing!” he exclaimed before she slapped her hand over his mouth.

“Shhh. They’re gonna hear you,” she said, laughing slightly at his excitement.

He slipped his cock out of her and rolled over to lay beside her. “Let them hear,” he whispered, reaching an arm around her and pulling her into his side.

She pulled away and started to grab her things “No. Seriously, Adrian. They can’t know,” she sighed, hastily putting her clothes back on.

His heart dropped, realizing this wasn’t what he thought it was. “Oh…” he muttered, looking away from her.

She headed to the door into their shared bathroom so she could sneak back into her room without their housemates noticing. She stood at the door for a second before turning back. She rushed back to the bed and kissed him softly. “This was good, we should uh maybe do it again some time,” she offered.

After that night at the lake house, they did do it again. Many times. There was a sort of mutual agreement that it wouldn’t change things and it wasn’t anything serious. And under NO circumstances would any of their coworkers find out.

That however, didn’t mean they were always careful. The couch in the break room just looked so inviting and days when work was slow got so boring.

One particular day, before opening time they did almost get caught. He was lying on the couch with his arms crossed behind his head. He tried to keep quiet as she slowly bounced up and down on his cock, her hands steadying herself on his chest.

Weak whimpers left his mouth, he bit down on his lip trying to be quiet. He was spent after the first round but they had been going for just under a half an hour at this point.

The exhaustion permeating both of their minds didn’t distract them from the sound of the bell on the door jingling. They both scrambled to get dressed. Adrian quickly tugged his pants up, trying to ignore how his cum was leaking down her legs past the hem of her flowy black dress and how it was making him even harder.

He handed her a napkin and gestured to her legs. “You’ve got a little…uhm.’

She laughed and wiped herself clean, throwing the wadded up paper in the trash before fixing her hair and walking out of the break room.

He was in awe of how unaffected she seemed. The way she could act like nothing was going on when they were around other people upset him. It was clear to him that she didn’t care about him the way he cared about her.

His insecurity didn’t stop him from continuing the “relationship��� which he eventually grew used to. He stopped trying to make it something more and just started appreciating the way she made him feel.

When she started showing up at his apartment late at night, just to be there and to wake up with him in the morning he didn’t think anything of it. And when she absentmindedly held his hand when no one could see, he didn’t think it was anything out of the usual.

They were still having sex, they were having a lot of it. More than he’d ever had before. And it was exciting to have someone want him like that. And she did want him, she wanted him a lot.

It wasn’t always the most convenient time. Like when she pulled him into a coat closet at Ben’s Halloween party. He was wearing a really dorky Anakin Skywalker costume that was actually really doing it for her.

She tugged him into the tight space behind her and pushed him against the wall, haphazardly shutting the door behind them. “You gonna show me your lightsaber?” she teased, palming him through his pants and biting his neck harshly.

“You’re gonna…mmmph. You’re g-gonna leave a mar-” he stuttered out, trying to maintain his dignity and failing miserably. Her aggressive manhandling of him was taking up every bit of space in his brain.

“It’s fine, no one will notice,” she quickly replied, not thinking much of it and wanting to get down to business as soon as possible.

“Yes they will,” he added, anxiety filling his voice. He moved away from her as much as he could in the small closet.

She groaned at his weird behavior. “Ok fine, I don't care if they notice. They can know, it doesn’t matter.” She grabbed his hands and held them tightly in hers, searching his eyes for an answer about what was bothering him.

“No. It does matter. It matters if they know. Because if it didn’t matter they would already know,” he almost shouted, his hands clearly shaking in frustration.

“Are you like mad about something?” she questioned, bringing her hand up to cradle his face.

“I just feel like we shouldn't be doing this,” he admitted and then he was gone, leaving her alone in the closet.

They did stop for a while. No more late nights spent at each other's houses, no more sneaking around to the back rooms at work, and no more kissing.

Adrian missed kissing her the most. Her soft lips pressed against his at any time they got the chance. The barely there kisses on the side of his neck when no one was looking at work. He missed kissing her first thing in the morning and right before bed.

So when she showed up at his doorstep crying in the pouring rain and threw herself into his arms, the rest followed. Their lips crashed together desperately, hands grabbing for purchase on anything solid and stable.

The door was barely closed by the time she was completely undressed and pressed against the wall of his living room. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pistoned into her with ferocity and impressive stamina.

“I missed you. So fucking much,” he whimpered, reaching his peak fairly soon.

“I know, Adrian. I know,” she answered, her words coming out parallel to her moaning.

His mind was so hazy from having her for the first time in so long he didn’t think about what he was saying. “I love the way you say my name. I fucking love you,” he said, finishing with a loud groan.

“Oh. Fuck,” she moaned, following after him swiftly.

He pulled out and helped her back to her feet. Once she was steadied, he moved away from her and paced around the room. He ruffled a hand through his hair, nervously pulling at the strands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

“Oh. I should probably go,” she replied bluntly, rushing out of the house without another word.

From then on, something was off between them. Their sexual chemistry had started to overweigh their friendship and pseudo romance. “Hanging out” was never wholesome movie dates anymore. And when he called her in the middle of the night it wasn’t just to talk.

He didn’t lose feelings. There was never one moment where he decided he didn’t want to be with her. But his hopes that they could be more started to wane. So when a cute girl about his age asked for his number while he was working, he gave it to her. And when she asked him on a date he accepted.

It was a nice higher priced meal at a steakhouse in town. She was polite and sweet, she laughed at his jokes even though he could tell she didn’t find them funny. When he walked her to her car after she tried to kiss him, he dodged the kiss. Her lips landed on his cheek awkwardly.

He drove home, disappointed at the date. He wondered if it would always be like this. He didn’t think he could live the rest of his life loving a girl who didn’t love him back.

When he arrived at the door, he thought about all those nights ago when he was standing on the other side of it. He let her in and he told her the truth and her uninterested reaction shattered him.

He opened the door and of course she was perched on his couch, a serious expression on her face. She had clearly arrived recently, her breaths were winded as if she had walked or ran the whole way. “You went on a date?” she accused, her voice sharp with intent.

He sighed weakly and set his things down and sat down on the other side of the couch. “You need to leave,” he said sternly.

“Can we please talk, Adrian?” she begged, standing in front of him and taking his face in her hands.

He placed one of his hands on hers softly. “Please, get out,” he whispered, not able to be any louder for fear of his voice shaking.

She crawled into his lap, one knee on either side of the couch beside him “I love you,” she admitted, kissing his lips gently.

He pulled away and held her away from him, keeping a firm grip on her waist. “I- I don’t…” he stuttered, having a hard time getting the words out. “I don’t know what game you’re playing with me but I can’t do this anymore,” he said, tears welling up in his eyes from confusion and fear.

She placed another gentle kiss on his lips, this one with more passion and urgency. “Adrian Chase. I am in love with you,” she repeated, pouring herself into the confession.

He had mentioned it before, the way she said his name was his biggest weakness. When she said it paired with those words, there was nothing else he could do. “Say it again,” he demanded, tugging her close to his chest and wrapping his arms around her.

“I love you,” she whispered against his lips before kissing him again.

He grinned widely, dizzying emotion filling his mind. “Please, just keep saying it,” he begged.

She rambled on, stringing together sentences consisting mostly of telling him she loved him. She kissed him all over his face and neck and lips, mumbling every praise she could think of. All the affection was overstimulating. His mind floated off as he gripped her hips tightly and his eyes fluttered shut.

[luminnara]

She Loves Me, She Loves My Knot | Pro Hero Alpha!Bakugou x Omega!Reader (nsfw, 18+)

hii!! i don’t see many people who write ABO for MHA so I’m glad i found you!!

Can we have a scenario where Bakugou’s omega is generally really tough and seems rather indifferent to everything — however she’s a little afraid of taking Katsuki’s knot for the first time and he tries his best to help her through that process? Sorry if it’s a little obscure but I love the idea of Bakugou being soft and caring but only for his spicy little omega.

Fem reader if you can but if you’d rather opt for gender neutral that’s fine too!! Please keep writing ABO, i love all your things! 🥺🤍

Um hi YES, I really love ABO stuff and I also wanted to see more, so I was like...welp, I guess it’s my time to rise and write my OWN haha! I went with a fem reader for this one, because I feel like that’s what I’m best at writing. If you want a gender neutral version too, let me know and I can post an alternate one!

send in a request here!

Warnings: nsfw, knotting, creampies, some breeding kink

Word count: 2,124

You were a spitfire, and that’s what he loved about you the most. His spicy, fiery little omega, who was better than every other omega to ever walk the earth. From the moment he met you, when he had nearly trampled you in the street in pursuit of an asshole villain and you had threatened to kick in the teeth of the number 4 pro hero, he knew you were something special. Nobody ever stood up to him like that, especially not when he was out on the job, but you? A little omega who smelled so sweet and looked so delicious? You weren’t afraid of him at all. 

He wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he had scented you immediately, his inner alpha getting possessive already. Bakugou didn’t smell any other alphas on you, and he didn’t want to. With his strong, terrifying scent clinging to you, he knew nobody else would try to make any moves, and as you stood there glaring at him, he had given you a smirk, told you to “call my agency sometime, babe,” and then taken off.

Of course, you didn’t call his agency. 

You showed up in person, marching right in and demanding to see him that very evening. Though at first you had seemed angry with him, you quickly told him (with a harsh glare and a snarl that he found absolutely adorable) that he was going to court you, and it was going to start now.

And who was he to deny such a straightforward, cute omega? The two of you were together by the end of the week. 

He almost found it hard to believe that you were an omega sometimes. You were so tough, so unbothered by the world. Whenever you were out and about and you caught an alpha leering at you, you were always quicker than Katsuki when it came to snapping at them to fuck off.

You weren’t the kind of omega who let anybody shove you around, and Bakugou loved that about you. It made him puff his chest up with pride, knowing that he had someone who wouldn’t take any shit. Your scent was strong and your will was even stronger, and he knew that when the time came, you would be the perfect, toughest, best mother to his pups.

You weren’t even mated yet, and he was absolutely sure that you were the one he wanted to spend his life with. You brought out something different in him, some kind of gentle, caring side that he never, ever let anyone else see. You were big and bad, yeah, but he was bigger and badder, and he was always going to protect you, no matter what.

“Babe, I’m home,” he called one night, trudging into your shared apartment. You had moved in together quickly, getting a place in one of the nicest parts of the city.

He heard you coming before he saw you, and before he even had his boots off, you were launching yourself at him. He caught you easily, grinning at the way you peppered his neck and jaw in kisses. It was probably the cutest, least tough thing you ever did, and god, did he love it.

“Miss me or Somethin’?” He teased, kicking his shoes off and carrying you to the bedroom.

“I had the day off and it was boring as shit,” you said bluntly. “I’ve been horny all day without you around to help...”

He paused, taking a whiff. “You’re not in heat. You just like me that much, omega?”

“Don’t be a dick.” You nipped at his jaw sharply and he recoiled.

Some alphas would never let their omega treat them like that, but Bakugou? Oh, he loved it.

He grinned, tossing you down onto the bed before you had a chance to take a chunk out of his face. “So needy...bet you spent all day touchin’ yourself, thinkin’ of me...”

“No I did not,” you huffed indignantly, looking up at him. “You think too highly of yourself.”

He laughed. Your arousal was hanging heavy in the air, betraying your words. The smell of it was like a drug, and as he inhaled, you could see Bakugou’s pupils dilate.

The sight turned you on even more, warmth pooling between your legs as your cheeks flushed. Scarlet eyes, calculating and predatory, pinned you down, holding you in place as your boyfriend grinned, exposing his big alpha fangs.

Fuck, he was hot.

“Sounds like you need to be reminded why I’m your alpha, baby.” He growled, crawling over you.

"Fuck, Katsuki,” you whined as he attacked your neck, biting at your scent glands and grinning at the way you squirmed.

He sucked your skin between his teeth, working at it, determined to leave covered in hickeys for the world to see. You didn’t have a mating mark yet, but oh, did he love making sure that everybody knew exactly whose omega you were.

You bit your lip at the dull pain, back arching up off the bed slightly. “K-Katsuki...”

“Hmm?” He looked up at you. “Look at you, so pretty and flustered for me already...what a good little omega...”

He knew exactly how to tease you. You spent all day sassing Katsuki, showing him how independent you were, but deep down, he knew you needed him just as much as he needed you. In the bedroom, he could make you absolutely melt with only a few words, and it was one of his favorite things to do.

“I can smell how much you want me,” he purred. “So desperate, so needy...”

His fingers slipped up under your shirt, pushing your clothing out of the way as his hands found your tits. He gave them a generous squeeze, grinning when you let out a loud gasp. He could play you like a fiddle, and he reveled in the sweet noises you made for him.

Your hands reached for him, tugging at his pants. He took the hint and stepped back, giving you a heated look that said “clothes off. Now.”

A few moments later, you were both naked, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs. Katsuki’s arms were wrapped around you, holding you close, your nails digging into his back. If he noticed the pain, he didn’t act like it, always allowing you to practically shred him to bits while he pounded into you. Secretly, he loved the marks you left, admiring his back in the mirror whenever he thought you weren’t watching.

You felt the head of his cock nudging at your pussy and moaned eagerly, burying your face in his neck.

“What do you want, baby?” He asked.

“Come on,” you whined.

“Tell me what you want,” he grinned, holding himself still.

“Katsuki!” You bucked your hips, trying to get closer to him.

He held you down. “Use your words.”

You dug your heels into his lower back in an effort to push him in, but he was too strong, resisting your attempts with a smug look on his face.

“I want your cock!” You finally relented, letting out a needy whine that you hoped would sway him.

“Good girl,” he growled, rolling his hips forward.

You shuddered at the feeling of him entering you. No matter how many times he fucked you, you would never be able to get over how big he was. It was part of the reason you hadn’t taken his knot yet, always asking him to pull out before it could swell. As he bottomed out inside of you, you were reminded of just how thick his cock was, and how much thicker that knot had to be.

As tantalizing as it was, it was also terrifying.

“Fuck,” he grunted, holding himself above you with a hand on either side of your head. “God damn, you feel so good...I’m not gonna last long at this rate, fuck...”

You were like putty in his hands when he talked like that. His voice was already so deep and rough, but his sex voice was godlike. You whimpered beneath him, tightening your legs around his waist as he pounded into you, clinging to him for dear life as his thrusts grew harder and harder.

“Katsuki,” you gasped, voice muffled by his neck.

“You like that?” He growled, slamming into you hard enough to scoot you up the bed slightly.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, yes, please...more...”

He moved his head, tongue swiping up the side of your neck before he took your lips in a kiss. You whined and moaned into it, your skin heating up as you felt yourself unraveling, and when you finally did, you were seeing stars. He barely even had to try, and Bakugou gave you the best orgasms of your life.

Your walls squeezed around him as he rode it out, trying to milk his cock. It was good, it was delicious, it was too much for him to stand.

“L-let me knot you,” he moaned low in your ear.

You were coming down from your high, head feeling fuzzy. “Hm?”

“I wanna knot you,” he repeated, more impatient this time. “Please.”

You were beginning to snap back to attention again. “Katsuki...”

“What’s wrong?” He panted, trying to taunt you like usual. “You scared or somethin’?”

When you bit your lip, he slowed his pace, looking at you seriously.

“Really?” He asked.

You nodded hesitantly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“You’re afraid of my knot? ...why?”

“You’re just...really big...” you mumbled, looking away to avoid his eyes. “It’ll hurt...”

“Hey,” he said gently, rocking his hips against yours slowly now. “Look at me, babe.”

He took your chin in his hand, turning your head.

“I’m your alpha.” He said roughly. “And I’m gonna take care of you.”

The look in his eyes made your heart flutter. “But...”

“I wanna knot you.” He said again, dipping down to nip at your earlobe. “I wanna fill you up...”

A shiver flew up your spine, that familiar tingle returning to your groin. Fuck, just his voice could make you cum, practically...and honestly, you were aching for him to knot you. You wanted to feel full, to be as close to him as possible.

“Be gentle?” You asked.

“Of course, baby.” He kissed your jaw, his hand slipping down to hold the side of your neck as he quickened his pace again. After only a few moments, he growled, leaning back and pulling out, leaving you feeling painfully empty. “Roll over.”

You obeyed, turning onto your stomach. When you moved too slowly, Katsuki pulled you up by your hips until you were on your hands and knees, ass presented for him.

“Gorgeous,” he growled appreciatively, guiding his cock back into you and moaning when he sank in even deeper.

You moaned loudly, burying your face in the pillows as he began pounding into you again. Your thighs were already quivering, and when you felt his fingers rubbing at your clit, you immediately lost it.

“Fuck!” You cried out, clawing at the bed. “More, please, Katsuki—“

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pushed into you hard.

You felt his hips stutter before he held you against him in his vice grip, breaths ragged in your ear as he let out the loudest, most delicious, breathy moan you had ever heard. He pumped his seed into you, giving a few sharp thrusts as he emptied himself.

Then, you felt it.

“Easy, baby,” he said lazily, leaning against you as he tried to catch his breath.

His knot was swelling, stretching your pussy in a way you had never felt. You whimpered nervously, swallowing hard as you tried not to freak out. You were waiting for pain, but while it was beginning to feel impossibly tight, it...wasn’t terrible.

“That’s it,” your alpha crooned, smoothing a hand up your spine. “Fuck, you even take my knot so well...”

You started to relax as you calmed down, your body allowing his knot to grow to its full size. It was big, huge, even, but as Katsuki guided you to lay down on your side with him, you were beginning to feel smug. Yeah, you had the best alpha, and he had the best, biggest knot.

“How’s it feel?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Mm. Not bad.” You replied. The post sex haze was beginning to set in, and you were growing tired.

“Good girl.” He nuzzled against your scent glands, inhaling deeply. “Knew you could take it no problem.”

“I wasn’t even really worried.” You lied, trying to sound tough.

He snorted a laugh. “Yeah, right.”

You snuggled back against him. “I like it.”

“Yeah? Good. Because I am never going to stop knotting you now.”

[sodadrabbles]

Heya! Could i request a c! Philza x reader smut with a wing kink? You dont have to but it'd be cool if the plot was that Phill never let her touch his wings and she never knew why. Also she/her pronouns plz

Ahhh, wing kink. When all the people graduated from MHA during the s5 hiatus, all the Hawks stans came to MCYT and just fell in love with Philza. Dilfza supremacy. lord help me I'm formatting this while sitting next to my mother. the RISK.

Pairing: Philza x reader

Rating: SMUT! 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

Summary: Philza would never let anyone touch his wings, and never shared why. Today, reader finds that reason.

You and Phil had known each other for a while, long before he came to live in L’manburg. And for as long as you’d known him, he never allowed anyone to touch his wings. It was just so personal for him- He wouldn’t even accept help preening, despite how many times you had asked in the past. When you two start dating, it got a little better- He’d allow the occasional brush of his feathers when they got messy, or when he needed help preening a hard-to-reach spot. But even then, he was very avoidant when it came to letting you touch his wings.

Phil sat on the floor of your shared cabin, shirt and robe discarded somewhere in the room, his wings ruffled up and messy from flying through the nearby forest- Twigs were sticking out of spots and his feathers were all misplaced.  He was struggling to brush through all the mess, but he was so clearly tired from everything he had done today- From hunting with Techno to helping you smith some gold armor for a nether trip tomorrow and going for a walk with Ghostbur, the blonde was reaching a point of exhaustion.

You had been finishing up a batch of fire resistance potions when you decided enough was enough- You were going to help him preen up his wings whether he liked it or not. With new confidence, you placed your three fresh fire res potions in a chest and walked over to your lover, plopping on the floor behind him with your legs crossed.

“(Y/N), what are you-” Phil’s shoulders physically tensed when he felt your hand brush through a part of his outer feathers, gently pulling out several small twigs. He wanted to melt under your touch, a wave of comfortable pleasure washing over him. He sucked in a deep breath and shook himself a bit, his face starting to feel a bit warm. “(Y/N), mate, what’re you doing?”

You hum and gently pet your hand through the thick plumage on the outer part of his wing, straightening out his feathers. His wing twitches a bit at your touch, and Phil makes a quiet whine under his breath. You just assume it was because you accidentally tugged on a feather.

“I’m helping you with your wings, darling.” You other hand travels to the part of his wing closest to the root, straightening the fuzzy down feathers and gently tugging at the loose ones you came across. Phil squirms a bit, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. His face was flushed a deep red and his pants were starting to feel uncomfortably tight.

He broke when you massaged down the skin between the roots of his wings, pushing gently into the tense muscles. It was a simple and loving gesture, but good god did it feel good. A shudder shot through the elytrian, his voice coming out in a high-pitched moan. His dick twitched as he gently rode through the orgasm, his hands now pushing against the somewhat painful hard-on.

You stared wide-eyed at your boyfriend, your cheeks burning from embarrassment. You held your hands tight against your chest, a bit afraid to touch Phil again. When it seemed he had come down from his high, you cleared your throat to get his attention.

"Ph-Phil- Uhm, did you just…?"

The elytrian gives you the smallest nod, his expression one of shame. He refused to look you in the eyes. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, you shift to sit in front of Phil, hands gently taking his. Phil glances at you for a moment, his breath heavy, a barely noticeable shake to his form.

Truth be told, the idea that you could so easily make him cum practically untouched ignited something warm in your core. It sparked a few jittery ideas in your mind that made you a bit too excited. You smile a bit, thinking about what you could do to him now that you had this information- But first you wanted to make sure Phil was okay with this.

"Phil…" You start, wetting your lips a bit. He looks at you with fear flashing through his irises. You laugh a bit and rub your thumbs along his knuckles. "Is that why you never let me touch your wings? Because it, uhm… Feels good?"

You laugh a bit when Phil's wings puff up. He nods again and shifts, his dick still leaving an imprint on his pants. The thought of helping him out with that has you drooling a bit.

"Phil I… I want to try something. With your wings. Is that okay?"

The way he looks at you when you ask, eyes wide and shining with excitement, yet his little nod is hesitant and shy. You slide forward onto his lap, and his hips bucked up to meet yours instinctively. You push your palms against his thighs, keeping him still. 

"Sit still.." You mutter, moving your hands to wrap around his back, fingers resting just beneath the roots of his wings. The large appendages tense and the feathers puff out at the soft touch. Phil squirms under you, desperate for friction. The whines flowing from his mouth nearly make you give in.

You massage the skin between his wings, pressing softly into the muscle. You feel Phil's hands come to rest on your hips, squeezing gently with every soft press you push into the sensitive area.

He mumbles a curse under his breath when you brush your fingers into his feather, his face pushing into your shoulder. You can feel him twitching beneath you, his hard-on pushing into your inner thigh. 

You press against him, grinding that sweet spot between your thighs against the thing poking you, and Phil moans into your shoulder. "Please, fuck, l-let me put it inside you, lemme fill you up."

You laugh at the way he's begging. Who knew just petting his wings a bit could break down the stubborn immortal so easily? You take a hand from his wings to free his member from his clothes, your thumb rubbing across the tip in a subtle tease. 

Phil groans when you try to stand to remove your own clothes, his hands trying to hold you tightly against him. You give him a soft peck to his lips and a few pumps up his shaft before he lets you go. He watches you strip out of your fuzzy arctic clothes lovingly, his hands gripping the carpeted floor harshly. 

When you sit back on Phil's lap, he's quick to lift you by your thighs and push you onto your back.You squeak at his sudden enthusiasm, cut off by the feeling of something pushing at your entrance. Phil holds you tightly, looking at you expectantly. You nod, unable to help the sweet moan that slips out when he pushes all the way into you.

You can feel yourself tighten around the elytrian when he bottoms out, your arms wrapping around his back. Phil starts at a slow pace, giving you time to adjust to his size. The entire time he's moaning praise into your ear, getting louder as his pace picks up.

You yelp when he rubs against that sweet spot inside you, your fingers tangling roughly into his wings. This causes Phil to make another high-pitched noise, his words slurring together and his movements becoming sloppy as he chases his orgasm.

"R-right there, (Y/N), fuck, keep touching right there." He whines, pushing roughly into you again. You smile and pet your hands through his wings, brushing through the feathers and tugging softly. You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening as he pounds into you, your own string of praises flowing from your mouth.

"Phil, I'm close-" You whine, moaning again when you feel his tip gently kiss your cervix. He mutters a quiet 'me too against your shoulder. your fingers curl tightly into his wings as he shoves you over the edge, a wave of pleasure washing over you.

Phil cums shortly after you, the feeling of you tightening around him and the way you tug at his wings finally breaking him. He fills you up with his load, gently riding through his climax by thrusting into you. Each jerk of his hips pulls a little noise from you. He adores all of them.

After a few moments to let you both come down, you take your hands from Phil's wings and gently pet through his hair. Your hands feel clammy and the rest of you feels sticky from sweat, but still you lovingly brush your fingers through his hair as he breathes against you. You press a few soft kisses to his forehead. You'll definitely have to involve his wings more often.

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Total Eclipse Of The Heart (Part 7)

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

“Good morning,” Y/N greets Jacob. His back is to the tent, muscles clenching at sound of her voice.

“I had the weirdest dream last night,” Jake grumbles.

“Well you slept with my sister, so that might be why.” Y/N comes to stand beside him, bumping his shoulder with her own.

“You were talking to Edward.” He elaborates. “He said it wasn’t the tracker that bit you. It was his red headed girlfriend.”

“Dreams,” Y/N purses her lips.

“When were you going to tell me?” Jacob asks, gaze set on the horizon.

“After,” Y/N breathes. Unlike Bella, the unnecessary puff of air sends no cloud into the air. She is the same temperature as the freezing snow. “I know you Jake and you’d only be focused on killing Victoria. Without regard for your safely.”

“So you took my choice away.” The words fall heavy between them.

“I-“ Y/N can’t argue, that’s exactly what she did. “Look, hate me if you have to, but please be careful. Don’t get hurt because of me.”

“Too late,” Jacob snarls.

Y/N’s heart shatters, “Jacob-“

“You lied to me.”

“And you’ve never lied to me?” She challenges.

“I had a good reason,” to protect her.

“So did I!” To protect him.

“Go ahead then, put that imprinting to good use.” Jacob’s eyes await her command. The one that will surely come. He is bound to her in a way that makes him unable to refuse. Take away his choice.

“No.” She won’t, no matter how badly it hurts. “You’re my best friend and the love of my life. I want you to stay here. I want to keep you safe. But I won’t force you; I will never, ever do that.”

Jacob clenches his jaw, closing the distance between them. His lips dancing against hers desperately, hands tangled in Y/H/C locks.

“I know I messed up,” she murmurs against his lips. “I should’ve told you, but I was scared.”

He only pulls her closer, swallowing her apology.

Y/N sighs. “I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t.” Jacob cups her face drawing back with two slow kisses her to sweet mouth. Then his hands slip away and he phases, turning toward the trees without a word.

The vampire follows, her own compulsion, chasing after Jacob. Needing Jacob.

———————————————————————

They fight together. Even though Jacob is still pissed.

Even though Y/N has a point about him omitting key details when it comes to matters of danger.

She is everything to Jake, he keeps her safe.

Y/N returns the favor.

And when it’s over they stand in the field of newborn vampire bodies. The Cullens call the wolves over to do a final sweep of the area.

“They’re almost here,” Alice warns. The Volturi, and if they’ve waited this long to get involved. Their intent clearly isn’t to protect anyone.

From the treeline, one of Victoria’s soldiers dashes into the clearing.

Jacob lunges for it, turning and tossing the leech across the ground.

Without warning the wolf yelps, crumpling to the ground in his human form.

“Jacob!” Y/N tosses the newborn aside. Kneeling beside Jacob, cupping his face. “Oh my god.”

He curls up against her legs, features contorted in pain. Mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

“What can I do?” Y/N asks Carlisle, as he and the pack huddle around them.

The doctor examines him gently. “The bones on the right side of his body are shattered. I’ll need to reset them, they’re already beginning to heal.”

“There’s no time Carlisle.” Edward warns, he and Bella returning to the rest of the clan.

Sam steps in. “We’ll take him to Billy’s.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Y/N promises.

“Y/N,” Jake croaks, pitifully.

“I have to stay.” She’s made herself too important to remain unaccounted for. “But I’ll come, the second I can.”

“I’m sorry.” Jake apologizes.

“It’s my fault,” Y/N passes a hand through his hair.

“We’ve got him.” Sam assures Y/N. The rest of the wolves coming to help lift Jacob to safety.

The noise that escapes him causes Y/N physical pain.

——————————————————————

True to her word, Y/N is there the second the Volturi leaves. Jacob is in his bed, sheets drenched with sweat as his body attempts to heal itself. Carlisle stopped at home for supplies. She prays he won’t take too long.

“I know you’re there.” Jacob chokes out, breathing is painful.

Y/N moves from the doorway into the small room. “Hey.” She is there…and stalling.

“You came.”

“I told you I would.”

“You told me a lot of things.” Jacob replies.

“Do you want me or not?” Y\N rakes a hand through her hair. “Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it, Jake.” She flounders.

“I always want you.” Jacob swallows, staring up at the ceiling. “You can start by coming closer.”

She steps up to the side of his bed, knees touching the mattress.

“Lay with me,” the wolf murmurs.

“I thought-“

“We’ll talk about it.” Jacob assures her. “After Doc rebreaks my bones.”

Y/N blanches.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be hell.”

“I’m so sorry,” Y/N’s chest heaves. She wills tears to come, but they can’t, they never do.

“You can’t protect me from everything.” Jacob reminds her. “But I can’t blame you for trying. I do it too.” His brown eyes find hers.

Trying to protect each other instead of facing things as a team is what landed them here.

Within minutes Carlisle arrives with his medical bag, “how are you, Jacob?”

“Not great,” Jake replies, “but I have a feeling it’s about to get a lot worse.”

“I’m going to give you morphine before we begin.” Carlisle says gently, “it will make it bearable.”

The three of them wait for the morphine to spread.

“Alright, it’s time.” The doctor informs them. “Y/N, if you’d like to step outside-“

“I’m staying,” the Y/H/C takes Jacob’s hand in hers, grip tight enough to offer him reassurance. Their gaze focused on only each other.

Jacob’s breathing speeds up when he feels Carlisle against his opposite forearm.

“Squeeze as hard as you want,” Y/N whispers, pressing a soothing kiss to Jacob’s brow.

“Ready?” Carlisle asks.

“Just do it,” Jacob bites out.

His screams echo off the walls, fingers holding Y/N’s tightly, tears rolling out from the corners of his eye. “STOP!”

“Ok, ok,” without thinking Y/N lies a hand over the bruised flesh Carlisle has been working on.

“I just need a second, I was about to phase.” Jacob pants.

“It’s ok,” Y/N nods.

“Your hand feels nice.”

She gives him a watery smile.

Jacob winces, “I’m ready.”

“One, two, three,” Y/N removes her hand. Helplessly resting her forehead against his temple, whispering nonsense as the doctor continues to crack and position. “We’re getting you through this.”

A broken cry leaves his lips in response.

“I love you so much. Just breathe.” She remembers the way his voice had soothed her during those three days in hell. While the venom burned through who she was, transforming her into who she is. Y/N wants to offer him that same comfort.

Eventually the howling dies down, leaving Jacob breathless beside Y/N as Carlisle stuffs the instruments back into his bag. “I’ll be back to set up a morphine drip.”

“Thank you.” Y/N acknowledges him, Jacob still in shock.

Carlisle smiles kindly at her. “It’s the least I can do.”

Billy comes to check in after Carlisle sees himself out. Once they are alone things again the room is silent.

Jacob breaks it, “don’t know what I’d do without my personal ice pack.”

“I should’ve told you about Victoria.” Y/N whispers, shifting to the opposite side of Jacob. To lie her hands over his healing bones.

“Yeah, you should’ve.” He grumbles, turning his head toward her. “But I understand why you didn’t. You were right, I wouldn’t have been able to focus.”

“So you forgive me?” The vampire asks.

“Haven’t decided yet.” Jake quips, with a twitch of his lips.

“Do you want me to go?”

“We can be mad at each other and stay in the same room. You realize that don’t you?”

Y/N blinks at him, “yeah. I’m gathering that.”

“We’re not Charlie and Renee.” Jacob sighs, “if you need space, I’ll give that to you. Because I know you’ll come back. That’s supposed to work both ways. So I gotta ask, do you know I’ll always come back?”

“I-��� Y/N chokes, “I hope that you will.”

“This will never be easy,” not like it was before. “We’ll have to work at it; but I will never leave you.”

Y/N nods, “I’ll do better.”

“Notice how I said we?” Jacob cracks a grin, “I’m not perfect.”

“You are to me,” she argues.

“Well I’m glad you feel that way,” his smile widens. “You could be stuck with me for centuries, eons even.”

“I want to be stuck, Jacob,” Y/N realizes. The weight of her words flying off her chest. “More than anything, I want to be stuck with you. I want to get a place of our own, and to become Mrs. Black. I want to test your theory and then I want centuries, eons even.”

Jacob’s eyes flicker about her face so openly, intimately and with so much love that Y/N has to fight the urge to look away. But she holds her ground, this is what forever feels like. “I am significantly less pissed at you now.”

“No, stay pissed.” Y/N shakes her head. “The adrenaline helps with pain.”

“You,” Jacob breaks off, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Y/N nuzzles against his cheek with her nose, pecking a kiss to the delicate skin behind his ear. “You.”

“So you’ll marry me, huh?” Jake arches a brow.

“In a heartbeat,” Y/N speaks against his flesh, “well, your heartbeat, since…you know.”

“We’ve gotta stop making these jokes.” He chastises.

“Do we?” She pulls back, cocking her head to the side.

“Fine, the jokes can stay.” Jacob amends, “as long as you know I don’t feel that way. You have a heart; bigger than anyone I know. You have a soul. You’re a good person.”

Y/N smiles, “I love you, Jake.”

“Enough to test that theory now?” Jacob is only half kidding.

“You’re out of your mind.” She’s not touching him until he’s made a full recovery.

“Practice then?” He tries a second time, “I promise I’ll just lay here.”

“No way in hell.”

“But I’m injured!”

“That’s why I’m saying no.” Y/N laughs, a deep belly laugh.

Jacob releases a long puff of air, “you’re an angel, you know?”

Y/N mulls it over, “or maybe I’m slowly stealing your soul.”

“Take it,” he challenges, “it’s yours.”

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Part 8

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happy birthday — tsukishima kei

pairing | tsukishima kei x reader

genre | fluff

w.c | 1.6k

↪ part two of this

second chance // an opportunity to try something again after failing one time

tsukishima kei wasn't expecting anyone. sure, it was his birthday, but he did have work the next day, and wasn't very keen on drinking himself senseless into the witching hour.

since yamaguchi, his mother, and akiteru had taken it upon themselves to inform half of japan of his birthdate, kei had just spent the past four hours repeating 'thank you' to people ranging from his junior high schoolmates and strangers he had never met. he was certain that 99% of the players involved with the japan volleyball league had shown up, much to the amazement of his museum colleagues.

the bell rings for the third time, and kei is suddenly hyperaware of how annoying the sound is. he had just sat down, for goodness's sake— was it too much to ask for one minute of rest?

with his socializing energy at an all-time-low, kei nearly tears the door off his hinges, greeting his unwelcome visitor with a fierce snarl. "what do you want—" the words clamp down on his throat, breaking his airflow for a whole five seconds as he stares, utterly floored. "... y/n?"

"...hey?" you look sheepish, holding a small, one-cake-slice-sized box in your hand. he's known you long enough to know that you did your makeup on the fly— the tremble of your eyeliner is a sure giveaway. "... uh... is this a bad time? cause i can come back later—"

"no!" he blurts, hands slamming onto the door frame. he hadn't caught a glimpse of you in six months, ever since that fateful night when you walked out through the same door you were now standing in front of. there wasn't a single night in those six, grueling months that he didn't think about you, or the warm feeling of having you contained within his arms. sure, there were nights when you two fought, heading to bed with your backs faced to each other— but when morning came, you would somehow be in his arms, and somehow kei just knew that things would blow over.

except maybe they didn't.

left with too much time to think, he analyzed every little argument the two of you ever had, critically examining every word he uttered. perhaps the break was needed— the two of you needed to take a step backwards, re-assessing what you two wanted for each other, what you two wanted together. what you said that night hadn't be wrong— there were just too many issues being swept under the rug, too many things you weren't communicating about, too many problems he elected to ignore, in hopes that they would just 'blow over'.

"i mean," he clears his throat, lifting his hand off the doorframe, groaning at the paint scratch he caused. "would... would you like to come in?"

mentally, he smacks his forehead. you don't need permission to enter! in his mind, kei still considers the apartment your home, too. even if you haven't stepped foot within its grounds for half a year.

"if that's okay?" you smile softly, holding up your cake box. "you've probably had some already, but i bought your favorite. if you're full, you could have it tomorrow morning, before work?"

"no, no, i'm not that full." kei instantly assures, even though he's already brushed his teeth. on normal circumstances, he would leave it for the next morning, but what was brushing his teeth one more time if he got to talk to you for the first time in over a hundred-eighty days?

you narrow your eyes at him playfully. "don't lie to me, tsukishima kei. i can smell your toothpaste. i'll leave it in the fridge."

a fond smirk dances over his lips as you brush past him into your apartment, leaving your shoes where you always do on the shoe rack. the sound of your sock-clad feet padding past the living room brings a truckload of tension that kei didn't know he had off his shoulders, and all of a sudden, the house feels a thousand times cozier, even if nothing materialistic has changed.

he watches you from the sofa as you bustle around the kitchen, and he knows by the number of beeps on the electric stove that you're boiling water for tea— green, probably. the ration of tea packets are restocked regularly, because when you moved in, you brought your tea addiction with you, too. kei's been lured into drinking it on a daily basis, right after dinner, as a way of calming himself down after a day of work and practice. typically, tea would be accompanied with you, snuggled up against his side as he complained about the kids he met at work that day (you both knew that he had a secret fondness for them, but shhh).

"i hope you don't mind. i made tea." you say, bringing the glass teapot you were adamant on buying a year ago. it was one of the best purchases kei ever made in the apartment, because he was reminded of the worth every single time the two of you did your regular tea routine.

"of course i don't mind." he replies instantly, picking up his mug (the green one with tiny dinos on the edge). "this is still your home, too. you don't have to ask to do anything."

he pretends not to see the flash of surprise across your features.

"right." you murmur, pressing your mug onto your lips, blowing gently on the surface.

the two of you sit in silence for a while, sipping on your tea as the clock ticks onto eleven o' clock. suppressing the urge to ask you to stay, kei taps the surface of his porcelain cup rhythmically, forgetting that you know all his tells, front to back.

"is there something on your mind?" you ask gently, setting your mug down. he grimaces.

"ah... it's nothing." kei brushes off, not wanting to come onto you too quickly. for all he knew, you were just here to deliver the cake, not to reignite whatever was left of the relation he let simmer for too long...

"... right." the tone of your voice spells i-know-you're-lying-to-me,-but-i'll-let-it-go-for-now.

the silence continues, like a set prolonged. it's starting to get on kei's nerves when you (thankfully) speak again.

"happy birthday."

"thank you." even though he's said those words a thousand times that night, it sounds a comparatively much less robotic than it had for the previous thousand times. perhaps it was thousand-first time's the charm. "i mean it. thank you for coming over."

you wave it off. "i couldn't have not come. tadashi sent me an invite, but my boss needed me to work late and i didn't manage to make it."

ah, so that was why his best friend routinely glanced at the entrance nervously throughout the night. that explained a lot.

"i don't mind." kei takes a sip of his green tea, enjoying the warmth that courses through his chest. it isn't warmer than the warmth you give him, though. "i like it like this. ... just the two of us, i mean."

you contemplate him for a moment. "i like it like this, too." you confess quietly, as if whispering a childhood secret to him behind the karasuno gym.

he couldn't bear it any longer. he's always been patient, yes, but he's seen the looks his mother and brother threw him through the night, because they both knew that the one person that really mattered wasn't there. he was pretty sure his mother was just about to introduce him to some random girl before he excused himself for the night.

"will you stay?" he blurts, feeling very un-tsukishima-kei-like. it isn't like him at all, to be brash, and bold, but how can he? for the past four hours, he's talked to countless people— heck, half of them were volleyball celebrities— but not the one he wanted to talk to.

"do you want me to?" you ask softly, shyly, and kei knows that you're thinking if he wants you back— which is stupid, honestly. he knows that you're always thinking that you're lucky to have him, when it should be the other way around. kei doesn't think there's anyone else willing to put up with his dry humor, his hectic schedule, and his dinosaur memorabilia. if anything, he should be the one thanking the gods for letting him have you.

"don't be stupid." he snaps, cringing internally at how his tone came off. "of course i want you to stay, you're the best thing that happened to me. i won't force you, but—"

"i left some clothes here, right?" you cut him off with a hum, and when kei looks into your eyes, he just knows.

there's still a long, long, long way for the two of you to go. there's still plenty of things he needs to learn. there's a pile of issues in the store room that needed to be tended to.

for every million arguments there are a billion conversations where you two need to sit down and work out the knots. for every insecurity, for every misunderstanding, for every conflict, there is a needed effort to clean up the mess properly instead of just sweeping it under the floorboards. but for every tangle there lies between the two of you, there is a universe of room to grow, and change.

kei knows he's willing to make an effort, for you. kei knows that he's willing to do anything to make sure you don't walk out that door without looking back again. kei knows he's willing to do every single thing he can do (and can't) to make it work.

he knows.

he looks into your eyes, and he smiles.

everything is going to be alright.

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