#his heart was in the right place but they weren't

[bunni-v1]

OOOO do i have a request for you 🤭

THIGH👏RIDING👏

Colonel Caleb in full uniform while MC is grinding desperately on this thigh, wearing absolutely nothing except his hat. She’s all desperate and needy but he’s paying her no mind as he focuses on his work.

+ Caleb being all smug when he walks out of his office with an obvious stain on his black pants after

AGAFAFAGJA

Save a Horse Ride a... Colonel?

🍓I was actually about to stop writing for tonight cause I'd done so much of it but I saw this and fell to my fucking knees. Unfortunately, I don't have the willpower to do a full fic, but please take this humble drabble and kiss my little forehead for my efforts.

TW: Caleb is a little mean, which is a little OOC imo, but y'all can judge; thigh riding; NOT EDITED

Info: Caleb x Reader; NSFW

MDNI

Caleb's uniform was one of your biggest turn-ons recently. While it symbolized some rather unpleasant things for both of you, he looked so fucking hot in the damn thing that it was unfair. The cleanly pressed fabric fit him perfectly, sharp edges giving him an air of command that had you weak in the knees. It was a symbol of power, the literal representation of his ability to control, and you wanted nothing more than to ruin the damn thing.

Caleb was aware of this, of course. What about you wasn't he aware of? The way your touch drew itself along the collar of his jacket. The way your eyes lingered on his hat. Dead giveaways. He didn't press the issue, though. Content to keep you wanting and needing for this, especially since he'd rather feel you skin to skin.

Yet, when you waltzed into his office unannounced with a big smirk on your face, he knew he wouldn't last long. Prancing around like you didn't have an evil little plan brewing, letting you think he was none the wiser to your scheming. He was right, too, when you came over and sat in front of him like the papers he was working on weren't there.

"You need somethin'?" He chuckles, hands finding their place on your thighs.

You don't respond immediately, plucking his hat off his head and resting it on your head with a smirk. His eyes linger on your lips for a little too long, watching the way you seem to glow with pride. You were cute when you thought you were getting away with your silly little schemes. It almost broke his heart that he'd have to hit you with reality sooner or later.

"I was thinkin'," you drawl, and he loves to hear it, cause that's how he talks. You talk like him now, and isn't that just everything a guy could want, "the whole save a horse ride a cowboy thing... could the same apply to a Colonel?"

"You propositioning me, pips?" He hums, leaning forward a little.

"Just wondering..." you sigh, "I know you're busy, though. Don't wanna get in the way."

A dry sigh pushes past his lips, "I am pretty busy, but I think I know a way we can both get what we want."

"Oh yeah...?"

He reaches up to straighten the hat on your head, smiling softly at the sight, "Strip."

The demand is so jarring when pitted against his soft eyes, you almost think you don't hear him right. But his expression falls a little, and he repeats himself, more direct this time.

"Take your clothes off," he pulls you off the desk, tugging at the end of your skirt.

You step back, eyeing him nervously as he leans back in his chair. Legs spread wide, showing off his erection shamelessly, not that he had any reason to hide it from you in the first place. He gestures for you to go ahead when you don't start, so you try and give him a show.

First, your shirt goes, crossing your arms over your body and tugging it over your head inch by inch. His eyes slide over the exposed skin, leaning his head on his hand like he was bored. The bra goes next, dropping to the floor and letting your tits bounce freely. You see his eye twitch at the sight, but he remains stoic otherwise. Shoes and socks get kicked to a forgotten corner of the room, then you focus on sliding your bottoms off.

You take your time with them, knowing he loves to watch you wiggle them down your legs in a struggle. They squeeze the fat of your thighs as you work them down, skin pillowing over the fabric on its way to the floor. You kick them to the side, then step forward between his legs, knowing he would like the honors of removing your pretty lacy panties you wore just for him.

With clinical precision, he reaches up. The leather of his gloves ran against the skin just above the lace, hooking them with his thumbs and sliding them all the way down to the floor. Unlike the rest of your clothes, he slides them into his pocket for later use. Then, almost innocent, he tilts his head at you.

"What do you think you're gonna do, hm?" Its spoken in a whisper that gets your spine tingling.

Your lip catches between your teeth, "'m gonna ride you?"

"Close..." he hums, repositioning you so you're standing over one of his thighs, "since you seem to like my uniform so much, you can use it to take care of yourself while I work. You can do that, can't you?"

You nod adamantly, already sitting yourself down on him. He holds you still as he readjusts his workspace to accommodate having you there, and all it takes is the tap of his fingers against your lower back for you to start grinding down on his thigh.

The feeling is odd at first - the slightly textured pattern on the fabric rubbing against you uncomfortably. It's not smooth like you thought it would be, but the more you drag your slick along it, the better it seems to feel. A simple back-and-forth motion is enough to get you wet, skin warming with each movement. It's not quite enough to do anything significant, though.

So, you change the angle at which you're moving, choosing to roll your hips into him instead. It makes you shudder at how much nicer it feels, head rolling back with a happy little sigh. The texture of his slacks pressed into your little bud deliciously, spoiling you with how nice it felt.

Caleb makes no move to help you get off, either. The scratch, scratch, scratch of his pen signaled the focus on his work. It made you a little dizzy, knowing that he was ignoring you. Letting you use him as your personal sex toy, griding your pussy into his thigh, and getting off all while he gets his work done. He's so good at coming up with solutions like this, it makes you want him more.

You had to be good though, or else he won't let you cum. If you distracted him too much, he'd send you home to be dealt with later, and you didn't want that. You wanted to gush all over his thigh while he worked so hard to provide for you. You needed to fuck his thigh good and hard and come undone all pretty for him, like the good girl you were.

You lean back a little for a new angle, Caleb subconsciously supporting your back with his hand, always so worried about you, even when he was trying not to be. You use that hand as leverage to press your clit directly into his leg, whimpering when it rolled deliciously against his suit over and over again. You could feel the orgasm building, so you chased the high instead of fighting it.

Giving up the position for a new one, leaned over him so that as much of his uniform was pressed against your naked body. His hand returns to his work like nothing had happened prior, and yours curl into his uniform as you push and pull your hips against him. You focus on pressure more than speed, making sure each roll is deep and impactful.

You're moaning his name into his ear, legs shaking with the effort you use to fuck yourself against him. You can feel how close you are, trying to speed up the pace to get there faster. The pleasure curls up your spine and falls out of your mouth uncontrollably, mumbling incoherent pleases and thank yous over and over. Caleb does not give you a reaction, and you don't need him to. You're already falling over the edge with one last harsh roll into his leg.

Your body trembles with all its might, hips stuttering in their pace, jerking a few more times before they still in a final slow drag. You sigh out his name, thanking him for letting you take care of yourself. It's when you slowly start coming back down that he sets his pen down, easing you into a sitting position where he is supporting your back. The softness in his gaze when you look at him is unearned after what you just when through, but you can't find it in you to voice that.

"Feelin' better, Honey?" He asks, pressing a little kiss to your nose.

You nod, "Mhm..."

"You did good," he compliments quietly, "why don't you go lie down on the couch over there, let your body rest while I go to a meeting, yeah?"

He eases you to your feet, guiding you to the couch carefully, like you might collapse. Carefully, he tosses a blanket over your bare body - one he'd only stored because of your surprise visits and complains about how cold the ship was - pressing a kiss to your forehead. You sigh at the affection, closing your eyes in bliss when he removes his hat and straightens out your hair.

"I'll be back soon, rest up," he hums one last time, and you are lulled to sleep by the gentle sound of his boots crossing the room and padding down the hall.

---

The Colonel's demeanor is unusual as he strides down the hall. Head held tall and proud, shoulders squared back like he was showing off, and strides long and confident. That was mostly to be expected, though. He didn't get where he was without confidence in himself. What really caught the eye of the officers around him was the giant stain on his normally perfect uniform.

They tried not to stare too hard at it, but it was painfully obvious. The dark patch on the apex of his thigh was jarring in comparison to the usually perfectly groomed Colonel they were used to seeing. Stupidly, they whispered to each other about it. Curious as to how it got there, why he seemed to be showing it off, and so on and so forth. It was almost funny, if not for him overhearing a pair of them whispering.

"Is there a problem," he bites, short and sharp.

The two men shake their heads, stiffening into formation, "No, Sir!"

"Why are you whispering about me, then? Do you think I'm stupid?" He presses.

They hesitate for a second, then one speaks up, "Your uniform is extra sharp today, Sir."

They expect him to bite at them again, scold them for being stupid. But instead, the impossible happens. Their Colonel smirks, "It does, doesn't it?"

[threegoldfish]

They look at each other, Marc and Harrow, as words are spoken which sink deeply into a wounded heart, have Marc swallow and blink, brows furrowing further, corners of his mouth curled downwards with the emotions he feels - so, so many of them that it hurts, but in a way that makes him yearn for something primal at the very same time.

Steven might be seeking for someone he can trust - someone who will give him answers to all the questions he has, who takes that weight from his shoulders that he carries because of it all; Waking up at strange places does have an effect on him, and Marc knows that everything got even worse now, with Steven having awoken inside a psych ward... just to then wake up a few days later, again, with his face hurting and a nurse handling him like he's some kind of criminal.

He's scared, he needs someone to guide him. Marc could be that someone - should be, perhaps...

And doctor Harrow, his speech sounding so human and very much not clinical at all, calls it love - the fact that Marc did all of this for him, kept him safe from the pain to make him live a happy, mundane life. One that's boring in nature, almost, but filled with all the good things while the bad remained behind, caught by a pair of hands that already bled from everything they have taken ever since that very moment Randall had died.

... Perhaps it is love, in a way, yeah. That.. feels right to him, to call it such; Even though the word is a very powerful one to use, he agrees with the doctor - and Marc swallows again, exhales a long, slow breath.

I think, once he gets to know you, he’ll realize that he’s very lucky to have you around. There’s not a lot of people who would care for someone, like you do. He’ll know that.

A blink, another tear that dares to break free, and Marc wipes it with his fingers - as he's done for a while now - then sniffles, his gaze briefly flicking to the side before resting on the other again. He feels... strangely accepted despite that earier hiccup that had happened there; Harrow certainly has a way of speaking, and it feels encouraging, even, to listen to him explain - mention that he's believing in Steven being able to come to terms with it all. That he won't hate Marc, won't resent him - will understand, at some point, that all Marc ever did was to try and protect him.

"...I took so much from him, though." A soft statement, a nod, dark eyes focusing on the succulent. "He believes this body is his alone to own, believes that he's... he's the one who's been born into it. I think... he'll be hurt, very, once realizing that none of this is true to begin with. He's... so unique, he's so special, he's so very much Steven; I sometimes wished I could just... y'know, give him the body and let him handle it the way he wants to, let him life that wonderful life of his..."

As a matter of fact, Marc did think about it, in the past: Hand the body over, disappear for good, allow Steven to be the original one. ---He didn't do that, obviously, but still...

"I care for him because he cared for me. He... he doesn't know, not at all, but all he did for me - shit, I will never be able to repay him for any of it. He deserves so much better than... than who I am, really. ---You really think he'd---"

A pause, another swallow, and dark eyes rest on Harrow, as before - seeking answers, hopeful perhaps, yet still so sad.

"---He'd realize that I did all of it for him? That he will forgive me for... lying to him? For having him believe in things that weren't real to begin with?"

God, Marc wants it so, so badly - begs for it to be the case, wishes For Steven to accept him, to see him, to have the two of them finally communicate with one another.

Because, yeah, Marc is yearning for that - to be able to talk to Steven, to let the man know that he exists and is very real, and that he... cares, a lot. So, so much, actually.

Arthur was quiet, listening the same way he always did. There was nothing passive in it, nothing distant; he was listening fully, his heart aching softly at the thought. It presented a problem, of course it did; Marc would only be cleared to live on his own when he proved that he would be able to live without Steven. Steven would have to be integrated back into ‘Marc’, alongside the mysterious third - not only would it take time, but Marc would also likely resist it. 

It was easy to think that Marc would likely be here for at least a year, if not longer. Likely longer, from how deep all of this was. 

Arthur didn’t interrupt. He didn’t lean away, he didn’t make a note. He listened, nodding softly, just to show he was still listening and following along - and once he heard that question, what if he hates me, Arthur leaned forward. Not much, just enough to be a bit closer; enough to truly be with him, to reach without reaching. 

“Marc, I don’t think there’s a world where Steven hates you,” he said gently. His real voice, not the usual therapeutic whisper. “I’ve spoken to him. You’ve seen him. The way he worries, the way he blames himself for things before he even knows what’s going on. He’s kind - and he’s scared. He’s looking for someone to trust - and I think it’d be good, if he found that in you.” 

Arthur knew better than to think that Steven would be ‘safe’, in a place like this - there were too many people who would be happy to exploit him, both staff and patient. 

“You’ve protected him for decades. You made sure he only got the good parts, the warm parts. You took pain so that he didn’t have to. Even if Steven got mad at you for lying, I think he’s smart enough to recognize that that is love.” 

It didn’t worry him too much, imagining Steven coming to accept Marc; if anything, it felt more like Steven would struggle with the idea of sharing a body with anyone at all. The acceptance of such a severe illness was a difficult thing - especially for someone who seemed to get anxious or upset over smaller, more manageable things. 

“If he’s ever confused or upset, then I’ll be right here to help you both through it,” Arthur informed, gently. “But I think that Steven will be happy to know that he’s sharing a body with you, in the end. I think, once he gets to know you, he’ll realize that he’s very lucky to have you around. There’s not a lot of people who would care for someone, like you do. He’ll know that.”

It was bad, that Marc wanted Steven around - it meant slower healing, more work that would need to be done. But it was good for Steven - he was sharing a body with a man that cared deeply about him. It was far better, for Steven, than being with someone who wanted him gone. 

[that-sudsy]

You had a bad day at work. The comments about your appearance stung, and the backhanded insults from your so-called friends felt like daggers to your heart. During lunch, you spilled coffee all over your clothes, and to top it all off, a car splashed you as you hurried home after missing your train. It seemed like everything that could go wrong did. Your colleagues, oblivious to your turmoil, kept telling you to move on, insisting you weren't the only one having a rough day. But they didn’t understand the weight of your stress, which stemmed not just from work, but from the people around you.

When you finally got home, you tossed your bag aside with a heavy sigh, the silence of your apartment amplifying your feelings of isolation. You plopped down on your little bed, burying your face in your pillow as tears streamed down your cheeks.

Then, there was a gentle knock at your door, followed by a second, more tentative one. Simon stepped into the dimly lit room, closing the door softly behind him. He had seen you earlier in the living room and sensed you needed space, but he couldn’t ignore the urge to check on you.

In his hands, he held a bowl of spaghetti, a simple dish he had prepared for you. It wasn’t gourmet, but he felt a sense of pride in having made it himself.

He approached you, setting the bowl on your nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft and comforting. He scooted closer, placing a gentle hand on your thigh, rubbing it soothingly, silently encouraging you to open up.

"Come on, love... you know I hate seeing you upset..."

You looked down, your voice barely above a whisper. "I thought I had friends... but it turns out they were using me. I really had a bad day, Simon... not now." Your words were laced with hurt and vulnerability.

His jaw clenched in anger at your words, but he kept his touch gentle, pulling you into his side. "Those bastards... I'll deal with them later. Right now, focus on me and this amazing spaghetti I made for you." He tried to keep the mood light, but he could see the sadness in your eyes.

You managed a chuckle, a sad smile breaking through. "You really know how to make a girl smile," you said, glancing at the food.

He lifted the bowl, holding it in front of your face with a playful smirk. "That's better. Now eat before it gets cold, or I'll feed you myself."

You looked at him, a hint of mischief in your eyes. "I don't mind."

His eyes darkened slightly at your response, a teasing grin spreading across his face as he twirled the fork. "Is that an invitation? Because I can definitely do that..."

You nodded, still feeling the weight of your sadness.

He shifted closer, his thigh pressing against yours as he raised a forkful of spaghetti to your lips. "Open up then, beautiful." His voice dropped lower, more intimate.

You opened your mouth, taking the bite. He watched intently as you swallowed, his free hand moving to tilt your chin up. "That's my girl... Let me take care of you today." He fed you another bite, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your temple.

"Do you... think I'm clingy?" you asked, your tone revealing your hurt and insecurity as you chewed.

He paused, setting the bowl down and turning to face you fully, his expression serious. "Not at all. You're affectionate, and I love that about you. You're not clingy - those friends of yours are just idiots."

"They said I'm just trying too hard. That I'm a pathetic bitch, too stupid to even see what they did, that I trust them... they said I don't deserve someone like you, that you were better off with someone else," you confessed, your voice trembling as you fought back tears. It sounded silly, but the pain was real. The betrayal from people you once called friends cut deep.

His body tensed with each word, his breathing becoming heavy. He cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. "Those words mean nothing. They're just insecure and trying to hurt you. You're brilliant, strong, and perfect just the way you are."

You looked at him, your tear-stained cheeks reflecting your confusion. "But why does it hurt so bad?"

His expression softened, eyes filled with understanding and sadness. "Because they're supposed to be your friends. And betrayal hurts worse than any insult. But remember, those words are their weakness, not yours."

"What do you mean?" you sniffled.

He gently wiped your tears, speaking softly but with conviction. "They're projecting their insecurities onto you. If they're saying those things, it means they're afraid of who you really are - and that's something they can never take away from you."

He pulled you back into his chest, his voice becoming more personal and sincere. "You're worth a thousand of them combined. I've seen how amazing you are - kind, loyal, brave. Those qualities are what make you shine, not some fake standards they're trying to force on you."

He knew you were trying too hard, dressing up and putting on makeup when you didn’t need to, working yourself to the bone. He paused, knowing this was a sensitive topic for you. "You don't need to change yourself for anyone. Not for them, not for me. You're beautiful just as you are - makeup or not. I love your natural beauty."

You looked at him, your heart swelling with adoration. His words made you see what you hadn’t before, made you think that maybe he was right after all. Why wouldn’t he be? He was the one who truly saw you—the real you. You nuzzled against him gently.

He smiled warmly, his heart swelling at your nuzzle. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "There's my sweet girl. I love seeing you be yourself. Now, how about we finish that spaghetti before it gets cold? I promise it's still good."

You nodded, a small smile creeping onto your face. "Alright, I sometimes feel bad you fixing me when I'm supposed to fix you."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Relationships are about support. You fix me when I need it, and I fix you when you do. We're a team, remember? Just like we always have been."

You nodded against him, feeling a sense of comfort in his words. "That is true."

He reached for the bowl again, offering you another bite while keeping one arm securely around you. "Exactly. Now, let's enjoy this meal together. And tomorrow, we'll go get ice cream. My treat."

You smiled like a little girl, the thought of ice cream lifting your spirits. "That'll be nice."

His heart melted at your childlike smile, his own grin widening as he fed you another forkful. "There's that smile I love. You're adorable when you're happy. If I could wish for one thing, it would be for you to never be affected by what people might think or say. I wish for you to always be happy and do what you love genuinely."

You took another bite, chewing thoughtfully. "You're right."

He watched you eat with a mix of affection and relief, feeding himself some as well. "Damn right I am. And you know what else? I'm going to keep reminding you of that until you believe it yourself."

"I should stop going out with those people," you said, taking another bite.

He nodded in agreement, his expression serious but gentle. "Maybe you should take a break. If they're only bringing you down, it's not healthy. You deserve better friends who lift you up, not tear you down." He continued feeding you while considering his words carefully. "I mean it. You've got me, and you've got other friends who appreciate you. Let's focus on those who truly care about you."

You chewed and nodded, feeling a sense of determination.

He sensed you were getting tired, the emotional exhaustion catching up to you. "Getting sleepy? Let's finish this and get you to bed. You need proper rest now."

You nodded, your eyelids feeling heavy. "Yeah, maybe a shower first... is it okay if you wash my hair?" you asked shyly.

His eyes softened at your request, a tender smile playing on his lips. "Of course it's okay. I'd love to wash your hair for you, princess." After finishing the bowl of spaghetti, you sat in the tub as he cleaned your hair.

He massaged your scalp with shampoo, being extra gentle as his fingers worked through your hair. "Relax for me, love. Just focus on how good this feels." His voice was soothing, helping you unwind further.

You sighed, relaxing into his touch. "Do you have toxic friends?" you asked, curiosity piquing.

He continued his gentle ministrations while thinking about your question, the water from the showerhead cascading down your back. "I used to. Some people in my past tried to use me for their own gain. But I learned who my real friends were through that."

"What did you do when you noticed?" you asked, wiping your face with your hands.

He rinsed the soap from your hair carefully, grabbing the conditioner. "I confronted them. It wasn't easy, but I had to protect myself and my relationships. Sometimes people need a tough wake-up call."

His hands paused briefly before continuing to apply conditioner, his voice dropping slightly. "They manipulated me, used my skills for their own benefit without giving back. When I called them out, they tried to turn others against me."

He sighed deeply, remembering the betrayal. "Some of my teammates at the time. They didn't believe me at first, but eventually saw through their bullshit."

He started massaging the conditioner into your scalp, his touch becoming more protective. "I had to cut ties with those who stayed loyal to them. It was rough, but I knew I couldn't stay in that toxic environment."

His voice grew serious as he recalled the worst part. "There was one person who got physical with me when I tried to leave. It was a wake-up call that I needed to sever all connections immediately."

He noticed your tense shoulders and stopped talking for a moment, focusing on finishing your hair. "It's in the past now. I learned from it, and I've surrounded myself with better people since. You're one of them."

You looked up at him, a smile breaking through the remnants of your sadness. "I'm glad I'm one of them."

He returned your smile warmly, cupping your wet cheek with his hand. "Me too, love. You're the best part of my life. Now, let's get you out of here before you turn into a prune."

You chuckled, pulling a towel around yourself.

He watched then looked away to give your privacy, grabbing another towel to dry your hair. "There's my girl. Feeling better after all that? Let's get you in some comfy clothes and snuggle."

"You are one good boyfriend," you said, your voice filled with warmth.

He blushed slightly, helping you dry off and wrap the towel around you more securely. "And you're the best girlfriend I could ask for. Now come on, I brought your favorite pajamas."

"Would you still do this if we got married?" you asked, your voice laced with curiosity.

He stopped in his tracks, caught off guard by the question but quickly recovered with a loving gaze. "I'll always take care of you, no matter what. I'd be honored to be your husband and continue showering you with love."

You chuckled, the warmth of his words wrapping around you like a cozy blanket.

He playfully nudged your shoulder, pretending to be hurt by your laughter. "What's so funny? I'm being serious here! Though I suppose we should start by getting you some actual food first, wifey."

You gasped, your eyes widening in surprise. "What did you just call me?"

He grinned mischievously, pulling you closer with a cheeky wink. "Wifey. My future wife. And don't act like you don't like it."

"I do," you admitted, changing into the corgi-printed pajamas he had brought.

He watched you change with an amused expression, helping you into the pants when you struggled a bit. "Those pajamas are perfect for you. And now that you're dressed, bedtime for real this time."

"Are you gonna join me?" you asked, a playful glint in your eyes.

He smirked, already pulling off his shirt. "Thought you'd never ask. I was hoping to be your personal heater tonight anyway."

You watched him remove his shirt, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at the sight, even though you had seen him strip before.

He caught you blushing and flexed playfully, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "Still shy, huh? Come here and get under the covers with me, gorgeous."

You chuckled, climbing into bed with him and tracing his tattoos with your fingers.

He shivered at your touch, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you onto his chest. "Your hands are always so gentle with them... different from when you're holding a knife in training."

You shrugged, a playful smile on your lips. "I'm basically a baby when I'm with you."

He kissed the top of your head, stroking your back in slow circles. "And I love every bit of it. My sweet, deadly baby."

You chuckled, feeling a sense of warmth envelop you.

He tightened his hold, his voice becoming more serious as he looked down at you. "You know I'll protect you from everything... even your own toxic thoughts. Just promise me you'll talk to me next time instead of shutting me out."

"I promise," you said, your voice steady.

He kissed your forehead again, visibly relaxing now that you had opened up to him. "That's my girl. Now let's get some sleep - you need to rest that pretty head of yours."

[psychocitywrites]

Hard Truths - IV

Summary: Rafe Cameron has everything a man would want. Now he’s looking to settle down. He thinks he’s found the one that checks all the boxes, except she’s not you. 

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

TW: Harassment

On your final day at Kook academy (as your friends liked to call it) you held on to an envelope as you looked at the crowd around you. It was your graduation day and both you and Rafe had already given the valedictorian and salutatorian speeches respectively, and you were nervously playing with the rings on your fingers as the final commencements were playing out.

Inside the envelope was a small letter you had written to give to Rafe, letting him know how remarkable you thought he was and that he was the reason that you joined so many classes and clubs during your time in Kildare.

During your school days, you'd often catch Rafe staying behind classes, not afraid to ask for extra help from his teachers and peers, and it inspired you to do the same. Eventually, you found yourself joining things you'd enjoy, which coincidentally were the same things Rafe was doing, and it might have looked a bit stalkerish from his point of view.

At the very end of the note, you had confessed that you had feelings for him and if he didn't feel that same, then he could ignore the contents of the letter.

The moment you saw Rafe, you wanted to walk up to him and hand over the letter. However, he was surrounded by many friends and family, something you didn't have as your family still lived apart from you and your friends weren't welcome on this side of the island.

You'd only had your uncle, who came by for support, and he made sure to take as many photos of you as he could before you ushered him away, claiming that he was embarrassing you. But deep down, you were thankful that he was being extra. as it took your mind off of Rafe and made your nerves calm just a little bit.

"One more, one more! I swear!" Your uncle shouted.

Your lips were starting to wobble from keeping the same smile for too long. As you were about to tell him no more, he exclaimed that his battery was almost dead. "Imma get my backup! Don't move! Stay right here! Or else I'm leaving you behind!"

That made you laugh. "You're my ride! Where else would I go?"

He literally sprinted to go get another device and waved at you before leaving, going to his truck. At that moment. you saw Rafe in the corner of your eye. He was alone now, his hands carrying a Buch of flower arrangements. His expression wasn't as gleeful as yours, but you chalked it up to him being tired of being the center of attention. Thinking it was the last time you'd ever run into him, you gathered the rest of your courage and walked up to him.

"Hi Rafe." He turned his attention to you and kept his face neutral. "Congratulations, I really enjoyed the speech you put out. I was hoping you'd be okay if I give this to you?"

You grabbed the letter from one of your pockets, and handed it directly to him. "What is it?" He roughly asked.

"Oh! Um, it's just a letter I wrote. It's not too important." It was to you at the time. "You can actually open it whenever you get the chance."

Before you could ramble on some more, Ward called Rafe over to take more photos with Sarah and Wheezie. Rafe gave a small smile. "Hey, sorry. I gotta go." He carefully took the envelope from your shaking hands, even though his hands were full of flowers and then placed it into his pocket before walking back to his family.

Your heart was racing and you could hear the thumping literally in your ears. You walked back to wait for your uncle and he came not long after gasping for air.

"Geez, I gotta do some more cardio! What'd I miss?" You shook your head and chuckled before letting him resume his photography. That night, as you started packing you belongings to move back home, unbeknownst to you, your letter was carelessly thrown in a drawer in the Cameron household drawer and was left unopened, forgotten by Rafe entirely.

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When you woke up, you promised yourself to take it easy, that you’d make your day more productive and focus on your work in order to forget the awkwardness form the day before. It was what you used to do when you felt a bit of heartache, like when you felt homesick, you’d put all your attention towards studying to forget the feeling of loneliness.

You had put on your best suit, the one that made you feel the most confident in, did your make up lightly to cover the dark circles under your eyes, and spritz on your favorite perfume. Then, you looked in the mirror one last time before you left. You liked what you saw, a reflection of a woman who worked hard to be where she stood. 

You reminded yourself that there were good days and bad days, and while yesterday ended on a sour note, you didn’t want to bring any negative energy to your workplace.

Rafe had texted you asking you for Miss Hayworth’s favorite flowers and a copy of her schedule, and that he would be showing up later to surprise her. You texted back with an answer, knowing that Heather was a typical romantic and loved getting roses and chocolates. 

When you arrived, you were still waiting for your boss to show up. It wasn’t normal for Heather to be late since she always wanted to leave a good impression towards her colleagues, and that also included you. 

You felt your phone buzz in hands, and it was Miss Hayworth. 

Heather: Running late. In some unexpected traffic. Can you handle my first appointment? 

You sighed as you sat down at your desk and typed a response back.

You: Of course! Be safe.

You checked Miss Hayworth’s schedule, and she was supposed to meet a Kyle Richardson at nine in the morning. You’ve heard of him before, but very vaguely. Miss Hayworth had once mentioned that he was a bit unpleasant to be around.

You put your phone down and went to work, starting off with reviewing documents and organizing paperwork.

You often corrected mistakes from other departments, reviewed legal documents, and gave Heather the most accurate data in the files she needed for meetings.

When you were an intern, you made sure to be as attentive to those around you, and you picked up on what your colleagues liked and disliked to do in the office. Heather noticed this, and offered you to be her personal assistant while the one before you was on maternity leave. She made sure to tell you that it was only temporary, but had confidence that you'd find a better opportunity elsewhere with her as a recommendation.

As you typed on your computer, you made sure to check the time every now and then. It was fifteen past nine when he arrived, you understood what she meant. Unpleasant was being nice. Kyle was a jackass. He came in strutting like he was the most important person in the room, even though it was just the two of you. 

 “Heather sure knows how to pick’em. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before. You must be the new temp hire.”

It made your skin crawl when he leered at you, looking at you up and down before his eyes stayed at your legs. You weren’t even dressed inappropriately, but you instinctively pulled down your skirt.

He slid near your desk and introduced himself while you were still sat. He stood just a little too close and smelled of overpowering cologne. It was the kind that made your nostrils burn and eyes water a little.

You’ve had to deal with your fair share of assholes before, and you were pretty sure Heather did too, however, since it was just you in her office for now, it made the situation just a bit more uncomfortable since your boss wasn’t here to witness the harassment. 

The ticking from a hanging wall clock was the only sound you could hear, with the occasional outside noise from the city just waking up.

“Miss Hayworth is running a little behind. She requests that I take care of you while she on her way here.” You got out and pointed to a chair in front of your desk. “She’ll be here shortly.” You hoped so. 

However, when you mentioned it would just be the two of you for the time being, Kyle’s demeaner didn’t change. Instead, it seemed to make him bolder in his provocations. “Oh, I’m sure you can take care of me real good.”

He didn’t move from beside you. Instead, his hands found your shoulders, but you jumped right as he gripped you, feeling repulsed by his touch.  “What are you doing!” 

“Aww, come on. Let’s not pretend that you don’t know how you got here. You probably gave a few favors here and there. Why don’t you come work for me? The benefits are worth it.”

You hated what he was insinuating. Although you didn’t come from money, you’d studied your ass off and graduated at the time of your class with a degree in business. You were about to utter a string of profanity at the sexist asshole before a voice interrupted your outburst.

“Am I interrupting something here?”

___

When Rafe woke up in the morning, the last thing on his mind was you being in any kind of danger. He’d felt a little guilty for springing up his plans on you, but when you agreed, it eased his conscience just a little. 

After he dropped you off, he’d texted his friends what had happened when he went back to his apartment. Topper’s response was as expected, while Kelce’s had him cluching his phone a little more.

Topper: Yoooo aint no way Topper: Never thought I’d see the day Rafe Cameron actually put in some effort for another girl Topper: that mean you gonna agree on Ruthie’s double date plans??? Rafe: Fuck off Topper: :((( Topper: Why you gotta do me like that Kelce: You sure y/n is fine with this? Rafe: yeah, why wouldn’t she be Kelce: It just feels a little manipulative. Like you’re getting the answers to a quiz you didn’t study for Topper: He’s gotta point  Rafe: So im the bad guy for using all my resources to get with someone?  Rafe: Nah. We both want the same things at the end of the day Kelce: Which is? Rafe: Marriage. She gets her position in her company and I get a wife Rafe: it’s a win win  Topper: So you’re gonna invite Heather to Ward’s anniversary celebration? Topper: Thats gonna shut him up frfr Rafe: probably

He left it at that before going to sleep.

The day after, Rafe walked into the Hayworth Headquarter building holding a bouquet of red roses and a box of Godiva chocolates. He texted you that morning asking what flowers Heather would like and what else he should get her. 

y/n: Miss Hayworth likes red roses.  y/n: and chocolates. Preferably dark and the fancy kind. The more expensive, the better.

You responded pretty quickly that he was surprised you’d be up at seven in the morning. She must be an early bird. 

He made his way toward the office of Heather Hayworth and saw you. And he almost dopped the flowers. Your face was stricken with apprehension, but he could see a little bit of uneasiness behind your eyes. Your shoulders were stiff, and your were shaking.

Right next to you was a man he knew pretty well in the business world. Similar to Rafe, Kyle Richardson was a trust fund baby. However, that was probably the only thing in common they had together.

Kyle was the youngest son of a business tycoon, so he'd never be anyone's boss. Rafe would often see him clowning around at important business events and frolicking with high end escorts that kept him company. Generally, an embarrassment to his family.

Rafe has never been the guy you'd love to bring home to your parents, but he'd still be miles ahead compared to Kyle. So when he saw your reaction and heard Kyle's appalling words, he fumed.

“Am I interrupting something here?”

Immediately, Kyle stepped back like he was caught red handed doing something bad. He looked a little annoyed to be interrupted until he saw Rafe.

"You should've told me you had a boyfriend. I would've back off" Kyle Said, thinking the roses and chocolates Rafe held were for you.

Liar. Rafe said in his mind. "Nah, I don't think so. Even if she had one, you'd still be an asshole."

Kyle's face went red. If you didn't know any better, he looked like he could blow steam out both of his ears. "It was just a joke. Come on, man. Don't y'all know how to have fun?" He tried to deflect.

"Don't think you know what a woman having fun looks like. Y/n here looks like she'd rather jump in front of a bus."

"Excuse me? Do you know who I am? Who the fuck do you think you are?" He screeched, his attention now fully on Rafe.

Rafe just smirked. "I know you, you're Larry's kid, right? I don't think he'd take to kindly to hear what his asshat of a son is doing while he's suppose to sign over legal documents to Hayworth Hotels."

At the mention of Lawrence Richardson, the family patriarch, Kyle's face went white as a ghost. He gulped and asked, "How the fuck would he even know? It's your word against mine"

Rafe glance over to you, still reeling from the interaction. You looked shaken, and embarrassed which was so unlike you. He frowned thinking of what would've happened if he wasn't here.

"Well, it the two of us against you, so I think I've got the better odds." He said calmly, but you could sense that he was trying to control the anger that was practically radiating off his body.

"So how about we make a deal?" Rafe suggested. "Apologize to her and I might just let this slide."

Kyle looked like he'd rather eat shit. You thought he probably never had to apologize to another person ever in his life. He turned to face you and gritted through his teeth, "I'm sorry."

Before Kyle could even get in another word, Rafe ended the mater with a simple command. "Get out." He said coldly, leaving no room for arguments.

He didn't even have to repeat himself, as Kyle hastily ran out the office, ego probably bruised. Rafe then turn his attention to you.

"You good?" He wasn't the best at comforting people, but his tone made you feel safe.

"Yeah," you said softly. "just a little shocked. That's all."

Rafe placed the flowers and chocolate on your desk before guiding you back to your seat. He then abruptly left the room before swiftly coming back crouching down near your chair and bringing a bottle of water. He handed it to you. "Here. Cold water, to help with anxiety."

He noticed your hands were still shaking as you tried to open it. "Hold on. Let me." He said as he twist the cap off. Drinking it silently, the only noise was the ticking from the clock.

"How did you know?" You asked.

"How did I know what?" He questioned.

"That cold water helps."

Rafe didn't think you would ask about that, but if it made you forget about the Kyle situation, he would readily answer you. "Because I used to have a lot of anxiety when I was younger. Ya know? Being Ward Cameron's and all."

You blinked. You hadn't known. You stared at the bottle in your hands, suddenly remembering your interactions in the past and why he was the way he was to you.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

"Hey, don't do that. Don't be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong." He noticed you fidgeting your fingers and hesitantly covered your hands with one of his. His hands felt warm against yours, and you hated how you loved the small act of comfort. You were supposed to move on from Rafe, but he made it difficult to do so.

You sighed. "Thank you for today, Rafe." You two stayed like that for a while before Rafe's phone started to vibrate and he stood up to look at it, taking his hand with him. You missed the warmth already.

When Rafe picked up, Topper had called him asking where he was and that he was needed back at his office. "Ward's been asking where you are and I can only keep saying restroom so many times."

Rafe sighed. He was reluctant to leave you alone but it seemed like Kyle had taken his warning literally, so he responded with, "I'm on my way. Just let him know I dealing with something personal. I'll think of something when I get back." He hung up before Topper could respond.

"Are you gonna be okay?" He asked you.

You hadn't meant to eavesdrop on Rafe's call, but you heard that he was needed back to his own company and felt guilty that you had kept him from going, so you nodded. "Yeah, Miss Hayworth should be showing up any time now, and security should be in too. Don't worry about it Rafe."

He had looked unconvinced but decided to let it go. "Hey, y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you just let Heather know those are for her?"

You looked back to your desk and saw the beautiful flowers and expensive chocolate. Finally remembering why he came. "Yeah. Of course. She'll be very happy to see these." You said softly.

"And one more thing. If he ever comes back, don't hesitate to let me know. I'll make sure he never messes with you or anyone else again." With that, he walked out the door and began his journey back to Cameron Development.

You stared at the door before your eyes fell on to the bottle in your hands, your mind wrestling with your heart after the development of today's events.

I'm so screwed.

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[blackcrowburns]

No Return Night. Caleb x MC (NSFW)

On the night of his birthday the veil between childhood friends and lovers is at it's thinnest. Will they lose themsleves? Regret everything? Or will they jump into the abyss head first?

Warnings: Minors this isn't for you.

Fic has: Smut (mainly oral), slight food play and light angst.

Notes: I wanted to get this out before the birthday event. It's based on the trailer. This isn't my best work because I haven't written anything in 6 years.

Crossposting from ao3 cause tumblr is giving me some problems atm so the whole fic isn't here.

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His once grey and lifeless home now glowed warmly with orange with fairy lights, decorations hung across the room, sweets, drinks and a cake that ____ baked sat on the table.

Apple scented candles cause a sweet smell to float across the home.She'd seen him through many stages, a young boy, a teenager, a young man who went to college and she adored him through all of it.

Caleb had seen her change and loved her through all of it as well. He loved her so hard, he'd been willing to strip her of her freedom.

He'd been the star of her teenage cravings, her lonely nights, the tears she shed and the pain she endured._____ trailed a finger on Caleb's plush lower lip, hesitating as she stopped.

The act was intimate and she knew it, it lingered there but she traced the rest of him as he sighed happily.Caleb looked at her curiously after, knowing he was going to ask her about it, she opened the tin of candy and slid a yellow one into his mouth, which he happily accepted. Caleb grimaced slightly.

“Why is it everytime you give me candy it's the sour flavoured one?” Caleb scoffed softly.

“It's your favourite isn't it?” She laughed, leaning in, cupping the face of the man whom she's always seen as an older brother. A knot of guilt twisted in her stomach, what she was to him, she didn't know, a childhood friend didn't deliberately slide her knee across his thigh, straddle another's lap like this, placing her core close to where she could feel him through his pants. 

______ respected her grandmother, family was an important unit that ingrained itself in Linkon's culture. If Josephine's spirit were here right now what would she say, seeing her two “children” fall in love? Caleb and her weren't blood relatives so why did guilt burn under her bones?_____’s fingers trembled against Caleb's skin but the room wasn't cold.

“It keeps you alert, you said.” gazing into his purple eyes, she saw yearning dancing with flickers of desire maybe even lust. 

How many times had her back hit a wall when he cornered her? How many near kisses almost happened in her kitchen, the garden of the old store, his bedroom? 

Did friends press each other against grocery store aisles or hold each other when sick?With every curl of his fist, she knew he wanted to cross the line between kind hearted and caring childhood friend to a passionate man, he wanted to take her on that journey no matter how hard she protested.

“Would you like a sweet flavour?” She whispered almost seductively against his hair. No, ______ couldn't stop her body.

Josephine wasn't here to stop her. Her skin craved his touch, her heart craved his smile and her soul craved entangled limbs.

The hair raised on Caleb's neck and she laughed.He breathed heavily when she let his clothed manhood poke her as she slid down to get the tin from the table.

Taking the tin, she settled lightly on his strong lap.“Come and take it.” Locking eyes with her childhood friend, his gaze followed as the sweet was placed between her lips.

“_____ are… are you…sure?” Caleb lowered his eyes, furrowing his brows,  yearning and fear. She traced his forehead and he continued.

“I know how you see me.” Grasping her arm, he held her there, he was testing her, she caught his wrist.

“The things I want to do to you…the sins, ______. If you wake up tomorrow and regret all of this I…. I don't know what I'll do with myself.” 

“I'm so sorry Grandma but I want him.” She thought apologetically about the old woman's memory. Maybe Josephine was an excuse, a lie _______ told herself to navigate the storm of emotions, known as Caleb's love.

Their relationship has been fragile as glass, if she lost him again it would make no sense for her to have a beating heart.

“Death was one thing, a living person who knew you best, who yearned for desperately, disappearing from your life because of misplaced feelings hit another way.”

He spoke. “If I lost you like that _____, it would be the end of me.” She moved closer, like smoke, quiet and fluid towards him, the forbidden fruit in the form of candy luring him. 

Like in the myths she was the naked woman, laughing and covering herself in the garden tempting her lover now.

“So don't lose me.”

She wanted to say.

Holding her face he gently gazed at the candy cushioned by her as his own lips brushed against hers, wrapping around the other end of the candy.

Then he kissed her.

Gently and desperately.They tested the waters, the first layer of their old relationship melting away.

His modified arm held her head in place, as their mouths worked on discovering each other in ways they wanted to for years but couldn't. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the candy. She tasted the lemon and apple lingering on his tongue, she wanted to suck it but he evaded her.

“Hnng.”  He pulled her in, he deepened their kiss, reminding her who was in control here. Soft breaths and gasps passed between their locked lips, melting into quiet moans.

A string of saliva glinted between them in the warm light when they parted to breathe.

Her body felt hollow, something was missing, she felt as if she were drowning at sea in the middle of a storm, the waves pushing her under and around.

“I need you as badly as I need to to see and touch. With everything that happened to me, the explosion, Ever, losing my arm, I've only ever needed you to make the darkness worth it.” Caleb whispered “______ I need you like a drowning person needs air. Please tell me that you need me the same way.”

Licking his lips, he pulled her in once more for a kiss.

“I need you like that too.”

______________________

June 14th was ushered in with soft sighs and clothing rubbing against each other as Caleb and ______ unconsciously grinded against each other on the sofa, lips still glued to each other.

“I knew he loved me. I'd see the adoration and need to rise up in his eyes.” lapping at his lips, their greedy kisses were the only thing they heard.

“But seeing that adoration and eagerness to please, dim when I reminded him that he's just a friend, was indeed satisfying.” 

Her thoughts malfunctioned when Caleb inclined his head, exploring deeper into her mouth.“If I'd give in to his love earlier, we'd be making out while grandma was in the next room.”

She thought, arousal coursing through her.

“Maybe it would have been fun to see how much we could have gotten away with.”Caleb brushed a lock of hair behind her ears.

“I know you're not thinking about my birthday decorations with that look on your face.

”Tilting her head, she studied his features, his “kind” purple eyes that brimmed with either friendliness or ice, they lit up when he was happy or darkened when he felt down. His reassuring smile, his brown hair and his nose. Regardless of everything she wanted his warmth.

“You know me so well.”

She pecked his lips. “I was thinking of things……worse things.

”His hands gripped her thighs tightly.

“Such as?”

“I wonder how much we could have gotten away with, before Grandma noticed, if I had given into your …..obsession.” 

Placing her hands on his chest, _____ murmured into his ears; “How many times you could have kissed me when she left the room, how many times I could have kissed you…” Thrill climbed up her spine.

“How many times we could have almost gotten caught?” Caleb stroked her legs, his fingers dancing eerily close to her inner thighs. 

“My coy little childhood friend, has harboured such dark desires for me? I'm shocked. After all you knew I loved you and denied me every chance you got.”

“If I had consented when we went back to visit. Would you have gone further than kissing?”

“Hey!” The pinch stung. The red mark bloomed on her leg like a flower.

“I want to twist your words on purpose ….to catch you.”

She ran a dainty hand through his hair, raking his scalp. Caleb tilted his head, enjoying the sensation of her in his hair.“

And I will hold your words and your sins against me over your head, Caleb.”

“Pip-”  His eyes flew open when she bit his Adam's Apple.

Apples are the forbidden fruit, Caleb was off limits to her for so long so maybe he was her forbidden fruit.

His shiver turned into a gasp when she pulled his hair “.....till the day you die.” 

Caleb's head hit the apple plush.He looked up at her like a lost puppy before shaking his head.

“That's fine by me, punish me as you see fit.” 

“Not tonight. For your birthday, I want to cross the line. I don't want to be your friend, your little sister or anything of the sort. From now on, I want your love to consume me. Our relationship has been tragic, delayed and uncertain. I want to receive you fully no matter what EVER and the Fleet do. If they ruin you, Caleb, I will ruin myself just so I can settle next to your bones.”

The candles flickered.

Stroking his cheek, _____’s determination and love made clear, Caleb’s eyes widened before going back to normal.

“Thank you. And I will always carve your name into my flesh and drown in the blood, if it means I see you safe and happy.” 

Taking her hands in his like a delicate and coveted secret. _______ felt Caleb's breath before his kisses. The first, a kiss on her thumb felt safe and inviting, the air shifted with intention.

He ran his lips across every finger as if she were his deity.

One minute they were talking about taboo desires and morbid declarations and the next there was sweetness.

Tara had once declared that you got two men for the price of one with Geminis and he fit that description.

The fabric of her dress was pulled and she fell on top of his chest. He licked around the edges of her mouth and before she could speak, Caleb coaxed her tongue past his lips, sucking it.

He was too hot and too sensual, ______ enjoyed every second of it. His hands slid down her dress to her rear, her hands slid into his hair. She loved kissing him, if she could hide away from the rest of the world and have him kiss her breathless, she'd take it.

Caleb explored her in ways no other man had, his passion, his love, his devotion, it was addicting. _______ whimpered needily as he groaned.

She'd never get enough of Caleb. She'd give everything to have him like this forever.“Mmm” she pushed herself deeper onto her childhood friend till his head slid off of the cushion. The heat between her legs blossomed into an insatiable desire.

Chest, waist, hands Caleb groped them all eagerly and she arched into it all. When she wanted to part to breathe, seconds later Caleb's lips were smashed against her again. 

His own erection seemed to grow harder, entangled in each other's limbs, their make out session became so heated, they fell off of the sofa onto the carpet but his hands protected her head from impact.

“Are you alright?”

Pinned beneath him, her hair fanned out around her.

Her kiss swollen lips were his work of art. He trailed his finger across her mouth, admiring what he'd done.

“I'm enjoying this.” She said, eyeing him lovingly.

“How long have you …wanted to do this?”

“Longer than you've known.” 

“Do you…?”

“Gravity isn't responsible for how people fall in love ….and I…” he trailed off pressing their hands to the floor.

“I love you so much it hurts.” Taking her hand, he put it on his heart.

"See?” He said sincerely. 

“This is how you've drawn me in, without fail. My heart belongs to you, my body is yours and my soul is devoted to you.” 

Leaning forward the childhood pair kissed again and again and again on the floor. Satisfied hums left both of them, his mouth worked on her intensely, she felt feverishly heated, she tried to raise her head and push back with kisses of her own but Caleb devoured her as if she'd disappear.

“ This is your punishment for depriving me for years.” his steamy kisses said.

“You'll stay on this floor, powerless and pressed under my body till I say otherwise.”

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0:20 said the clock.

The candle's wicks burned out, the clouds shifted outside and the carbon in the drinks bubbled yet the two souls refused to be separated on the floor.

“Caleb.” ______ muttered “Get off of me.”  The lights cast shadows across his face that made his eyes glow and his expression darkened.

“Regretting already huh?” He laughed bitterly but obeyed, sitting up and resting against the lower cushion of the sofa. He refused to make eye contact with her. Looking at his reflection in the windows, from the despair carved into his face, _____ knew he was at war with himself.

“I didn't tell you to get off of me because I was rejecting you. My back has been in the same position for a while so I need to move.” ______ tied back her hair and crawled towards him “And I have another birthday gift for you.”

 His head rolled back as her hot breath fanned across his neck. Snaking lower she rubbed the tent in his pants in circles, he swallowed hard.

“We can't go back after here ______. There's no waking up to “childhood friends tomorrow if tonight…you and I make love.”

His ears turned crimson and he looked as if he wanted to disappear into the cushions.“I'm afraid that…I won't make you feel good.”

“Caleb.” ______ moaned his name.

“Tomorrow we'll be lovers. I didn't leave you when it came to your arm or what you did to protect me.I am not some great seductress either, if we're not satisfied tonight, we learn not leave.”

Caleb's hips jolted but he lifted it to help her as she undid his pants, guiding his hot, hard flesh out of his boxers. 

“He's girthy and big but it should be comfortable  and it's all mine.” _____ mused as she revered his manhood, memorizing him for when she was in her bedroom in Linkon,alone with only her fingers and toys. 

Her fingertip ghosted against the tip and Caleb whined.

Lying over his lap it was almost comical how her smaller hand tried to cover the base of his cock. His shaft tempted her to lick and play with them. She kissed and tugged at his base before dragging her tongue up his shaft, stopping short of the head, she peppered kisses back down. She repeated her motions against him. For all of the questioning he did earlier, he had no intention of stopping her. Caleb cursed slightly, he held his hips back from jerking and fought every urge to guide her where he wanted, instead he brushed her hair back tenderly.

“You're doing so good. I've dreamt about this for so long! You're enough to drive me mad but please..” He begged, “Stop making me suffer so much.”

[snowstopia]

i hate to admit | sylus qin

summary | in which, she finally caves in, feeling helpless, drowning in melancholy sylus comes to protect, shelter & care shield her from the downpour of her suffocating emotions, providing a soothing balm on her scarred heart.

pairings | sylus x afab oc, non-hunter, neuro-divergent oc. [probably forgot something..]

author's notes | mentions of: anxiety, depression. academic burnout, oc is a wheelchair user, so please be mindful! I am writing it off my own experience being such a user. this is my first piece of official writing since 2020 so I may be rusty! not proof read fully, possible spelling, punctuation & grammar mistakes! enjoy!

wc: 636

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The rain. for most people it brought peace and tranquillity calming the nerves, it brought sustenance and growth to saplings and plants. But for Yehua, it was the complete opposite: it was noisy, and hellish.

The constant thumping of the raindrops drove her mad, especially when she was trying to concentrate on her law essay; it was like a sledgehammer pummelling against her skull. Yehua had tried every possible, white noise, earplugs, moving to a different room, nothing worked.

Yehua flopped on her bed like a flimsy pool noodle flailing on water, everything was useless, pointless. Drowning in expectations — the feeble cries for help were misunderstood and neglected. Until help came from the most unexpected place.

Sylus: Hey, sweetie. Is everything okay? You weren't in class today. I was thinking about you..

She blinked looking at the screen, her eyes mulling over the text over and over again. No way, Sylus Qin was messaging her of all people. Not like they haven't met before — they had been paired for projects and other things before; gotten along amicably. Long story short, he was kinda like the big shot on campus. He was a genius. Girls flocked to him, left right and center.

But, not girls like Yehua who were often pushed to the side, not that she blames them, I mean she wasn't the most interesting book on the shelf, so why bother at all?

Her phone buzzed again, snapping her out of her reverie, as she focused on the task at hand before getting distracted again.

Sylus: Dear. Please open the door. I'm waiting for you outside and it's raining, please let me in before I catch a cold.

Yehua almost choked on her saliva. Sylus at her door, she shot a glance at the clock on her bedside table, which read: 12:35 AM. Great…how embarrassing. Lethargically, she tossed herself into her upstairs manual wheelchair to the stairs so she could use her seated lift, before she forgot again she shot him a quick text.

Yehua: I'm on my way down.

Guilt churned in her stomach. He was worried about her. And now he was standing in the rain because of her. Carefully, she wobbled to the front door reaching as high as she possibly could, to open the door. Curse, having a 4’7 body.

Finally, the door clicked open, a broad, towering silhouette resembling a wet racoon stood in front of her in the drizzling rain. Sylus. Seeing her dazed expression on her face, as fresh as a coat of paint, he snickered teasingly.

“What's the matter, dove?” He perused, his lips failing to suppress the very palpable smirk plastered on his face. “You weren't expecting your oh-so-handsome knight in shining armour to come running to his damsel in distress?” Yehua guffawed. Pompous as always, “Yeaaah I'm in soooooo much trouble! Save me!” she mocked, rolling her eyes at him letting him in before he drowned in the buckets of water, being chucked from the sky.

The boy took off his drenched sneakers, placing them on the mat, before she sat back on the lift looking at him as she went up. “So…what brings you here? Besides, how did you know where I live?” It suddenly dawned on her that this was the first impression of her house.

“I was worried about you.” He was candid in his speech and posture - his behaviour became completely paradoxical as soon as he was posed with such a question. She puffed her cheeks in annoyance. What did he think she was? A five year old? Yeah, right! There's no way someone like him would bat an eyelid at her, let alone visit her at this supposed ‘scandalous hour’ under the veil of darkness.

This was going to be a long night...

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anyone want a part two?

[jacksonekennedy]

Is this really what his life was going to feel like now? Being able to kiss Alice whenever he wanted? Taking spontaneous trips across the country just because?

Jack really hoped so. Jack wanted that more than anything. Jack was ready. He was so ready to feel happy again. Consistently happy. And he didn't want to think about his divorce anymore. He'd sign the papers, give Sophia whatever settlement she was asking for. He'd learn to quietly let go of Madeleine. He'd work with the district attorney to land some sort of plea deal on his case. It was his first offense. Jack was a good guy.

Maybe all of these mistakes he'd made weren't the end.

Alice helped him see that.

She agreed. New Mexico, right now, only — her hands were resting at either side of his face. He felt her fingers in his hair, and Jack relaxed.

"Right now. In just — one second." 

Okay. One second was nothing. Delaying their trip by one second was so insignificant. Jack's heart was beating loudly inside of his chest, and he was smiling. He savored the sensation of her tongue brushing against his lips.

They could take their time, couldn't they? Just for one second. Two seconds.

They'd been so rudely interrupted the day before. They could indulge in a second or two or ten of selfishness. She bit at his bottom lip, and Jack liked the subtle stinging sensation.

"One second, Senator Kennedy…"

Alice exhaled against his mouth, and Jack made a noise. Slightly disappointed that they were no longer kissing, but relieved to know that he could lean in at any moment and continue. They'd decided to be together, hadn't they? The rest of the details were nothing.

"We can wait one second. Or two," Jack agreed, nodding, kissing the corner of her mouth. He rested his hands at her waist, palm brushing against the delicate fabric of her top. Senator Kennedy. Why was it so attractive when she said it? Could she tell how attractive he found it?

Surely she could tell by the pink in his complexion, the quiet noise that had escaped from his throat.

"We could even wait … one minute, Miss Shaw," he replied.

Jack pushed forward once more, finding her lips. He placed his hand at the base of her skull, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss. He buried his fingers into her hair, rubbing at her scalp. Sixty seconds of selfishness.

'I want to get on that plane with you, too. Right now. Right this second.'

It's funny how those words, his smile, the impact of those are both like a punch to the sternum and the sensation of sinking into a bath all at once. So tender. So devastating. So much, all at once.

Alice wants all of it.

It's a little terrifying, caring for someone this much, in such a short amount of time, but just because it was new didn't mean it was bad.

In fact.

There's the sense it's supposed to happen. Her. And Jack. The non-existent article. The entire fucking state of New Mexico. As unfamiliar as it all was, it also felt like Alice was falling into dance steps that made perfect sense with the music playing.

Her and Jack make sense, like the swell of violin strings and the graceful box of the waltz.

'I don't care about anything else. I only care about this. You.'

Jack shifts forward in his chair, and she feels a noise of delight escape her when the tip of his nose presses against hers, whisper-light, and something buzzed in between them, something Alice could probably reach out and cup with her hand— like holding a glowing firefly.

Or maybe a volt of electricity.

Maybe it was both, something delicate and soft and enchanting, something powerful and stunning and unable to be wielded.

It could be both things. Love could be so many fucking things, couldn't it?

Alice was discovering this in real time. This beautiful stretch of time where Alice knew what was going to happen, and she felt torn between the desire to feel his lips and to bask in the anticipation, in the smile that was on Jack's face.

God.

Could she keep it there? Could Alice walk with him beneath the eternal sky in New Mexico and keep his smile there?

"Just. You."

Alice would walk across fire to do so. No more thoughts of junkies and deadlines and hearings and hit articles and digging. Just this. Them. The way it was supposed to be.

'Let's go to New Mexico. Right now.'

Their lips meet, and Alice swears she tastes a hint of something like ozone and electricity beneath the notes of deep blackcurrant.

Alice drinks from him, feeling parched.

She pulls back, a centimeter or two, mumbling right into his lips.

"New Mexico. Right fucking now."

But— what a contradiction, Alice's hands are. They raise up, cup Jack's face, fingers sliding into his hair.

"Right now. In just—" Alice darts in for another kiss, tongue running along the seam of his mouth. "—One second. One ... second."

One second. Two. She needs to savor him, and the spark buzzing on their lips.

And she knows, yeah, she needs to grab her charger and her toothbrush and the other basic necessities, needs to put on fucking shoes, the point is to get there as quick as possible, but.

Who can blame her?

Alice nips his bottom lip, soothes it with her tongue as she kisses. They can go in just a minute! Just a second!

"One second, Senator Kennedy..."

Another press of her lips to his, gentle and slow as a sunrise. Alice knows they're going, just one more second! She's slow to pull away, letting her lips rest at the corner of his mouth with a long exhale.

[nalitali]

bewitched woman

Javier EscuellaxF!Reader

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Summary: Javier is teaching you to dance. As simple as that..right ;) Warning:…none? Fluff with a bit of spice maybe? I was listening to Billie Bossa Nova while writing this. Guys don't get your hopes too much, I smell that some angst it's on a way W/C: 2868

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You and the others have been sitting by the campfire on the fallen log, on the chairs or simply, at the ground. The sounds of the night was complimented by Dutch's gramophone playing a vinyl, sweet tones combined with the singers harmony voice. Making it a fine nice evening.

Molly and Dutch dancing in each other embrace, their hands held together, leaning on each other bodies. Smile tugging at her lips, she was finally happy for a moment, shining like a bright star. You were sitting next to Tilly, chatting and laughing with her about whatever came onto your slightly tipsy mind. Creating calm atmosphere, enjoying the fine momentum.

Mary-Beth rose from one of the wooden box, asking Arthur for a dance, and when you seen him trying to decline, you only encouraged him to 'just join her' with a smile.

Been a while since he had some piece of a joy.

Then you turned your attention back to the flames from fire, sipping onto the beer bottle, when Tilly asked you "how come you never asked for a dance?"

You glanced back at her, putting the bottle to your lap. "I never learned to dance" you answered, with your finger tracing onto the neck of the bottle. Like sure - you understood the moves, you could dance by yourself if you wanted. But dancing in the pair? Eye to eye? Looking straight in the eyes of a man? To hold him and let him hold you? No, thank you.

Tilly covered her mouth at that, almost laughing at you. "I don't believe you! You can shoot anyone between their eyes and not dance?"

You rolled your eyes in funny matter at her, knowing the mocking tone was more than friendly from her. "Yeah, yeah, go and laugh to my face. I ain't no housewife, cannot dance properly, what a disgrace am I-"

"-I can teach you"

Your head turned quickly to the source of that voice that cut you off. Javier was still sitting by his usual spot on the bedroll, guitar now being in the back of his 'tent'. You looked at him with half questionable and half amused face.

"That would be nice to look at" Tilly whispered into your ear, you couldn’t help but smirked at that, stood up from the dead wood, placing the beer bottle to the ground. The smirk still present. And at your standing move, Javier quickly rose from the ground, brushing off the dirt that could be potentially present on his pants, and walked to you.

Of course he was going to take the opportunity to teach you.

Not missing any second, he guided you a bit to the left side, gently held you by your forearm to get you closer to him. So he and you were facing each other comfortably. There weren't need for many words between the two of you. Not now, not ever. Javier always acted, you barely asked - a perfect duo.

The small gesture already stirred some strings in your stomach, the funny feeling in your gut started to act. You didn't meet his eyes yet, just placed your left hand onto his shoulder. He held onto your waist, bringing you much closer to him. His touch shooting a warm feeling directly to your heart, and then you gathered the already owned courage to rose your eyes to meet his.

"You are always so eager Javier?" You couldn't held back the tease, seeing the playful fire in him. Yet - he kept himself, he wasn’t all over you like those fools you sometimes meet in saloons.

“Can you blame me?” He smirked, his hand on your waist holding you gently, softly squeezed you, the feeling in your heart only increasing. “I’ve got a pretty little lady in my arms, no?” he added. His voice was always smooth like silk, even though his English was more than good, but how you loved to hear his Spanish accent.

"I will stumble on your toes" you tried to get away your nervousness with laughter.

“No you won’t, cariño.” He said quietly, the smile playing in the corners of his lips, Javier's hand moved on your lower back. You chuckled once again, holding onto his shoulder and the other hand in his hand. Swaying softly into the rhythm.

“There we go" Javier whispered "you’re doing much better then I expected” He began slowly leading you, guiding the both of you, dancing around.

"So, you thought I would be bad?" You rose your brow, enjoying the tease set in motion. Letting him lead, from time to time looking at your feet not to mess it up. Just quick glances down and then right back up.

“Oh you know I didn’t mean it like that.” He chuckled, his eyes not leaving yours. Never even glanced down to check the movement. “You aren't even falling flat on your pretty self.” Javier said, his hand smooth in yours. Almost like they were always meant to be held like this.

"…my pretty self?" You spoke lowly with a question at his words "I always know that you are not the smoothest at the flirting, but damn that's a line" You gently poked the bear with the stick. Soft smile painted on your lips.

“Ay-” He pouted jokingly, but just shook his head afterwards, leaning a little closer to you, his hand on your waist starting to run up and down your side. You took your hand from his shoulder to take his and get it back in it's rightful place. The challenging look in your eyes.

"We are dancing Mr. Escuella" you reminded him the most obvious thing.

"We are dancing yes, but who said I can’t touch a girl I dance with?" He said back, the present cockiness just made the mood flow even better. Swaying in the rhythm.

"Do you think of me as an easy girl?" you asked him, eyes connected like roots are to the ground - never breaking, never leaving. "because I was never easy, I never am" you added. Even thought it wasn't needed.

“I know.” Javier hummed, his hand tightening on the small of your back. Your bodies were almost touching — the only thing separating the two of you was the thin layer of clothes, and maybe the present eyes of the folk, but that wasn't near your radar, not even his. It was just you in his eyes and vice versa.

"And I wouldn’t have you any other way, querida"

You couldn't help but chuckle. "And that was a smooth line" you hummed. Javier smiled lowly. He continued guiding you, pulling you around, gently spun you, so you both danced in sync with the music.

“There’s few things I take pride in. And one of those things just happens to be my ability to be a smooth talker.”

"Only a pity that you lack in it…sometimes" You told him back, still present soft smile on your lips. "but don't worry, I like you just how you are."

He feigned being hurt, acting as if he took major offense to your words.

“Sometimes?” Javier chuckled, his smirk growing wider. “You’re a little more cruel than I thought.”

You moved your hands around his neck, breaking the hold. Feeling the fabric of his shirt, feeling his skin under your fingertips.

"Just a little" you said under your breath.

Javier wasn't much behind his moves. When you wrapped your arms around his neck, he took the chance to pull you right to him. His hands rested on your hips, holding you firmly against his chest. Body on body.

“That’s not something to be proud of”

Your gaze was now fully on him, looking deep into his brown eyes. "Could have asked different woman to dance." You whispered.

He laughed quietly, his breath warm on your skin.

“You’ve got a point, there miss” He mumbled, his arms wrapping around your waist. “But you see, this cruel woman just so happens to be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on..” He whispered those words to you. Like they just didn't set the desire on fire.

"...just like a devil, right?" If Javier want to play those dirty games, why not just enjoy it, so you whispered to him in low tone. Giving him back his cards, to taste them.

There was a mischievous glint in his eye and a hint of a smirk tugging at one corner of his lips, his grasp on your waist tightening. “Yeah, just like a devil..” He mumbled. “A cruel, bewitching devil..”

"Wouldn’t it be a shame to let the devil consume your soul?" You continued with the whisper. “Maybe…” Javier bit his lip as he felt you move your hips to the music, his hands on your waist guiding you to keep in time with him. Following the tempo you both set.

“But I’d rather my soul be taken by a devil as beautiful as you, than an angel who can’t even compare to your beauty.” He muttered to you, his voice sounded even smoother with this words.

"Should've become a poet, not an outlaw" you spoke under your breath. “You think so?” He asked, his eyes watching your lips as you continued to whisper. “You think I’d be good at that? A poet?”

A small smile was forming in the corners of your lips. "If you got someone to tell you what is wort putting down on the paper"

“Maybe you should tell me what’s worthy" He hummed “I’d put all of my thoughts about you onto paper if I could.”

Your heart was hammering in your chest, you would bet that he could feel it too. Since our bodies were so close to each other. You took all the courage you had in yourself, and brought him a bit lower.

"that so..?"

A low chuckle escaped from his mouth. His head was now hovering just above yours, your faces only a few mere inches away from one another.

“Of course it is…” He mumbled, his eyes still glued to your lips. “Every little thought — about just how beautiful you are. How much I admire you. How I’m completely and utterly obsessed with you.” Javier spoke very lowly, giving all the attention he had to you.

"….you always say those things to a lady while having a dance?" You asked with whisper, lips millimeters away, breaths mixing with each other. Music was out of your radar, you couldn't hear it, couldn't see anything. It was just you and him. All the tension build within a years working together. Living together. Those stolen glances you would give him over your shoulder. Looks he send you when he thought no one was watching. Bottled up feelings were right about to spill from the glass bottle.

“No.” He uttered, his hold around your waist getting even tight, he stopped swaying into the music, and you did too. “Not to just any lady.”

He leaned his head down, his lips hovering right above yours. You could feel his breath on your skin, the warm feeling igniting in your heart once again.

“Only to the cruel, bewitching woman who’s completely enraptured me.”

A shiver ran down your spine, a breath escaped your lips. His eyes were switching between your eyes and your lips. God, you were driving him feral. He wanted to kiss you. He needed to kiss you, to feel your lips on his so badly.

But he didn’t.

He needed you two to be alone.

So, he grabbed your hand, not even giving you a second to understand - because you didn't need to. You always saw right behind his every move before, so of course you saw this also. Letting him lead you away from the others, damn like you would care about the others.

He lead you to the edge of the camp, where no prying eyes were. (like that would matter. Like no one saw the sparks between the two of you)

When the closest tree came in your direction, you don't remember who done what. You only know that the second your lips met his, a wave of pleasure shot through him. Your hands found his face, his hair. Your mind was stained by him - and only him. He was everywhere, all your senses were possessed by one thing, and it was him. A low groan escaped him, his arms around your waist pulling you firmly to him, your bodies now fully pressing against each other.

His lips moved hungrily in sync with yours, a hand moving up to your jaw, tilting your head to kiss you deeper. Javier's hands were all over you, a fire inside him igniting from your kiss, your touch, your moans.

Javier let out a huff of breath, his lips moving down from your mouth to your neck, taking your skin between his teeth and leaving small trails of love-bites in his path. “You drive me crazy, hermosa” He mumbled, his hand on your jaw tilting your head back to expose more of you. His mustache brushed against my face — rough, but somehow tender.

You would love to let him explore you, to let him kiss every inch of your skin. But you need him like the air you were breathing. So you pulled his mouth back to yours, kissing hungrily, like a starved woman. Every touch you shared done only one thing, it created a need for another. Like you didn't even know how to walk properly, but was running a race. A primal need of another body.

His lips were kissing you harder, his hands gripping you firmly, just like your hand was gripping onto his clothes. His body pushed yours back a little, pinning you against the tree, pressing his body firmly against you.

"Javier-" you breathed out “Shhh..” he hushed. He had you pressed up against the tree, his body trapping you, his hands roaming over you. He was lost in his desire for you.

You couldn’t hold back the soft chuckle.

"...if Mary-Beth accepted your dance. Would you also call her bewitched woman and kissed her like this?" You asked, even though you knew the answer straight away. You only asked to tease, to provoke.

“Hell no.” He growled. “You’re the only one I call a bewitched woman. And you’re the only one I want to kiss.” he whispered to your lips.

"that's what I wanted to hear" you spoke, your hands roaming all over his neck, going to your shoulders, your chest. A hand tangled itself in your hair, holding you. He then moved back up, his lips returning to yours. He kissed you desperately, wanting to taste you, wanting to feel you. His body pressed you harshly against the bark, his hands roaming over you.

“The only woman I want. The only woman I need..” he mumbled against your lips. His hand then move to the back of your thigh, pulling it up and hooking it around his hip. Your pants rubbed against his. Denim onto denim.

“You make me lose all sanity” he uttered, you cold hear the desperateness in his voice. You couldn't help and laugh at that.

“What’s so funny..?” He mumbled against your skin, his lips travelling to your collarbone. His hand on your thigh gripped you tightly, his hips now grinding into yours, the growing bulge in his pants pressing to your burning core. The other hand went to cup your breast through the fabric of the shirt. You didn't even have a need to hold back the pleasant moan.

"Where is your saint religion Javi?" you hummed to him as you pecked his lips. He let out gruff laugh.

“There’s no god. No saint. Nothing.” He mumbled irritably as he stared down at your with darkened eyes. “There’s just the cruel, beguiling woman who’s bewitched me. Whose made me obsessed with her.”

"Oh, poor you. This cruel woman you seemed to be bewitched. Falling in her grasp, just like she want you" You whispered to him, the erotic atmosphere only taking volumes.

He chuckled breathlessly, his fingers digging into your thigh, holding you up.

“You have no idea how much I’m enchanted by you, querida”

He let out a low moan as he felt your body, his hips grinding into yours, the bulge in his pants becoming harder, his desire for you growing.

"Maybe one day I will be worshiped" you hummed, kissing Javier gently with hold of raw passion. He chuckled again against your lips, his hand gripping and pulling at your thigh, wanting more. Needing more.

“Worship you? Oh I already do…” he said, his nose running along your jawline, pressing kisses into your skin.

“You’ve completely consumed me, you’ve entranced me.. I’d do anything for you darling” he muttered like a desperate man he was now. And you? You only smiled at him, your hands went to his belt.

"…show me how much you crave me Javier Escuella"

He groaned at your words, his hands gripping you tightly, his eyes full of hunger and desire, his breath hot and heavy, his body hungry for you. But he didn't need to starve any longer.

[linoskitty]

Between smoke and silence

Idol!Hyunjin x reader

word count: 2k

genre: hurt/comfort

warnings: smoking, a bit of angst if u squint

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He was out all day, and he didn’t even text or call you.

In the middle of the night, you heard Hyunjin come home. You were glad he was okay, but as you approached the hallway, you heard him cursing under his breath and angrily tossing his bag into the corner. He seemed really mad and didn’t want to talk to you.

You went out on the balcony lighting a cigarette as [fav artist] played in your headphones

Your boyfriend heard you walking out of the bedroom, and since you didn't say anything, he thought you were still angry at him.

Hearing the music from your headphones, he guessed you were outside on the balcony. He waited a few minutes before going to the balcony too, hoping you wouldn't yell at him.

He stepped outside and saw you sitting quietly, listening to your music and smoking a cigarette.

Hyunjin stood there for a few seconds, looking at you, feeling unsure about what to do. He knew he was in the wrong, and he wanted to apologize, but he was scared that you'd get mad again.

He waited for a moment before walking over to you and sitting next to you on the balcony floor. He was quiet, not knowing what to say at first.

Hyunjin looked at you, noticing how calm and peaceful you seemed despite knowing that you were upset with him. It made his heart ache a bit seeing you like this, and he couldn’t help but think about how he messed up again.

He took a deep breath and broke the silence.

“Hey…”

He said softly, his voice sounding a bit guilty.

Not hearing him cause of the loud music playing in your headphones you placed the cigarette back in your mouth inhailing deeply

Hyunjin noticed that you weren't paying attention to him and probably couldn't hear him because of your music. He tapped on your shoulder to get your attention.

“Y/n…”

He called out your name once again, a bit louder this time.

You took the headphones off and turned around to face him "oh hi...you're back."

Hyunjin looked at you, seeing the cigarette in your hand.

“Yeah… I'm back”

He paused for a moment, looking down at his hands, feeling guilty.

“Listen… I need to say something…”

"What is it." you responded, your tone blant while you shifted as a sudden breeze hit the air.

Hyunjin notices the sudden breeze hitting your body, making him realize how little clothes you are wearing out here. He wanted to give you his hoodie but kept quiet for now.

The dancer took a deep breath before finally speaking up.

“I… I know I screwed up. I shouldn’t have chosen my friends over you today… I know that I didn’t text you or anything. I just… I just didn't know how to deal with everything…”

He leaned his arm against the balcony, sighing deeply.

“You were right… I have been spending more time with my friends than with you, and I realize that I am being a bad boyfriend. I should have prioritized you, especially when I had free time. I should have spent it with you…”

He ran his fingers through his hair, feeling ashamed of his behavior.

"Well nothing you can do about it now that was your last day off for a while so at least you had fun" you spat back, running your hand through your [colored] hair.

Hyunjin watched you puffing out smoke while messing with your hair, feeling a pang of guilt as he realized how lonely you might have been. He knew he couldn’t change the past, but he wanted to make it up to you.

“I know… and I’m sorry…”

He leaned back against the balcony, looking up at the night sky.

“But… I don’t want you to be alone again while I’m on tour. I want to find a way to make up for it… I promise.”

"I'll be alone anyway what can you do you'll be on tour" You took a hit of the cigarette again.

Hyunjin bit his lip, feeling a sense of helplessness.

“I know I can’t change the fact that I’ll be on tour, but I still want to make things better before I go.”

He looked at you, noticing how lonely and dejected you looked, as a cool breeze blew around you. He could only think of one thing to do for now.

“You’re shivering. Wearing shorts outside in this cold and wind is terrible. Why didn’t you wear some sweatpants?”

"More comfortable that way."

Hyunjin couldn't help but raise his eyebrow at your response, he stood up from the floor and took off his hoodie.

“You could have at least worn some warmer clothes. Here, take this.”

He gently placed the hoodie around your shoulders, hoping it would keep you warm at least a bit.

He sat back down beside you.

“At least zip up the hoodie. You don’t want to catch a cold.”

Hyunjin looked at you, noticing that you changed the song again.

He listened to the music, watching as you continued to smoke and blow out the smoke in the air. He could tell that you were distant from him and not fully present in the moment.

He leaned back against the balcony, staring up at the night sky with a thoughtful expression. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, seeing how you slowly finished your cigarette, lost in the music.

After some silence, he spoke up once again.

“Hey… can I ask you something again?”

"What is it?"

Hyunjin looked at you, his voice soft and a bit hesitant.

“Why have you been smoking a lot lately…? You never did that much before…”

It was true, earlier you smoked much less "coping with the lonelyness".

He had noticed your increased smoking habit but didn’t know the reason behind it. Now, it seemed clear that you were feeling lonely and trying to cope with it by smoking more.

He moved closer to you, his voice filled with concern.

“You don’t have to feel lonely… I’m here… I should have been here…”

"You should have, but you weren't." you said looking up into the sky.

Hyunjin winced slightly at your words, knowing deep down that you were right. He had chosen to spend time with friends instead of being with you and now he was paying the price for it.

He lowered his head, guilt and regret washing over him.

“I know I screwed up… I messed up big time…”

He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He then looked at you, his eyes filled with sincerity.

“I should have been there for you… but I wasn’t. I’m really sorry… please forgive me…”

He reached out slowly, gently taking your hand in his. He could feel the coldness of your hand as he held it, and he gently squeezed it, hoping you wouldn’t pull away.

“I’m sorry for forgetting about you… I want to make it up to you… I want to be here for you from now on…”

"What will it do if you'll only be here for a short time cause you're leasing for tour again soon." you said with tears in your eyes.

Hyunjin felt a pang of hurt as you pointed out the reality. He knew you were right, he had been distant and neglectful in the past, and he didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes again.

The man held your hand tighter, his voice filled with determination.

“I know I’ve been disappointing you… I’ve been unfair and neglectful. But this time… I want to do better. I want to be here for you before the tour starts, and I want to keep in touch when I’m on tour…”

"I just wonder what i'll do while you'll be on tour propably too busy to talk...propably will hold on to anything not to be alone"

Hyunjin's heart ached as he heard your words. He could see the fear and uncertainty in your eyes, and he wanted to do everything he could to reassure you. He moved closer, gently drawing you into a tight embrace, wrapping his arms around you protectively.

“Please don’t think like that… I promise I will make time to talk to you… I’ll try my best to message you often and call you… just don’t think of being all alone, okay?”

"How could i not when i was alone for all this time"

The idol knew that he couldn’t deny the truth; he had been absent and neglectful, leaving you feeling alone and unloved.

He held you tighter, his voice filled with regret and determination.

“I know… I know I messed up, and I wasn’t there for you when I should have been. But trust me, I’ll do better in the future. Let me show you that I can be here for you, starting right now…”

"Is it another empty promise like two months ago?" You asked while leaning your head on his chest and looking up into his eyes.

Hyunjin’s stomach twisted at your question. He knew he had broken promises before, and he understood why you were skeptical about his words now. He didn’t want you to feel even more disappointed in him.

He gently stroke your hair as he spoke, his voice filled with sincerity and determination.

“No, it’s not an empty promise this time. I’m not going to let you down again. I’m going to do everything to make it up to you and show you that I care…”

He gently caressed your hair, his voice soft and filled with remorse.

“Stop smoking so much… it’s not good for you…"

"Well its the only thing keeping me from feeling lonely these days."

Hyunjin hated knowing that you had been feeling so lonely that you resorted to smoking more frequently to cope. It pained him to see you go through this by yourself when he should have been there for you as your boyfriend.

“Please don’t rely on cigarettes… You don’t have to feel lonely… I’m here now… I’m here for you…”

"Idk are you?" You asked blantly.

The dancer looked at the balkony floor. He wanted to assure you that he was there for you, but he also understood why you doubted him. He had let you down before, and he couldn’t blame you for not fully believing him right now.

“I am here… I’m here for you, I promise… I know I messed up, but I want to make it right please trust me…”

He continued holding you, his heart filled with a mix of remorse and tenderness. He wanted to make everything right again, to erase the sadness from your eyes and replace it with happiness.

“I know it’s my fault you feel like that… I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend to you… and I’ve caused a lot of hurt and pain in our relationship..”

He looked into your eyes, hoping to see a glimmer of forgiveness in them.

“But please believe me when I say that I want to fix things… I want to make things right between us… Please… give me a chance to prove that I can be here for you… that I can make you happy again… just… give me a chance… please…”

Hyunjin could see the doubt and hesitation in your eyes. He understood why you were hesitant to trust him after being left alone for so long.

“I know it’s hard for you to trust me… I don’t blame you for that at all… but please Y/n… give me just one chance to show you that I’m here for you… that I care about you… That I love you…”

"I guess i can give you a last chance Hyune.." you replied pecking his jaw.

Hyunjin felt a mix of surprise and hope as he saw you blow smoke towards him, staining your lip tint red. He couldn’t help but smile slightly at the sight, knowing it was a gesture that was undeniably “you.”

Then, he heard the melody of [fav song] start playing.

His heart skipped a beat when he recognized it as “our song,” the song associated with the first time you both kissed.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked at you.

“You know [fav song] always makes me think of you… It has special meaning to me…”

"Hm really? I wonder why~"

Hyunjin chuckled lightly when you feigned ignorance, knowing you were fully aware of what he meant. He played along, his voice filled with playful sarcasm.

“Hmmm, I wonder why indeed… it’s not like it was playing the first time we kissed or anything…”

"Hmm idk i guess you have to remind me." you responded.

He moved closer to you, his voice low and suggestive.

“Mmm, if you don’t remember, I’ll have to reenact it… to refresh your memory…”

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Hi again kittenss!! This one is from my drafts from like a year ago so don't judge pls i hope u like ittt

~Kitty

[olliesallamericanbitch]

And I’m Still Sick of Maybe

Synopsis: in which, she finally gets herself together and goes for what she wants.

ollie bearman x black! reader

final part of the 'crybaby' trilogy

in hindsight, charlie has no business doing this. i mean... what guy would go through lengths to see his ex happy. No guy would, and if a guy says they would... they're lying. but charlie and y/n were friends before they got together, and an unsatisfactory run as boyfriend and girlfriends would never change that. which is why he's doing his part as a good friend and sliding into oliver bearman's dms.

y/n was so gonna kill him later. but it's worth it.

y/n was nervous, like sweating bullets and the scanning the room nervous. She had told ollie that she’d meet him at the restaurant because she wouldn’t survive being his passenger princess.

A few moments later, Ollie arrives. He's sweaty, like the awkward "i've never seen a woman before" sweat.

He takes a seat across from y/n, "sorry, i'm late. i'm extremely nervous."

y/n cracks a smile, "it's alright. i contemplated texting you and calling this off before i even got ready."

ollie laughs, "that makes me feel a litte better. i hope you weren't too mad at charlie. i was really close to texting lewis and asking him, which would've been disastrous."

"i didn't get on him too bad. his heart was in the right place. anyway, um... tell me about yourself. who is oliver bearman?" y/n inquired.

ollie winced, caught off guard. "well, i am 20 years old. i was born in london and raised in chelmsford. i'm an f1 driver for Haas and i'm currently on a date with a beautiful girl. what about you? who is y/n l/n?"

y/n chuckles, "i'm also 20 years old. i was born in miami, florida. although, the press love to believe that i'm british because of my uncle, but i am 100% american-bred. i'm an actress and singer and i'm currently trying to keep my cool in front of my very handsome date."

she and ollie laugh.

2 month time skip

the first date went well... really well. y/n and ollie have been talking ever since and even though nothing's been made official, it's definitely headed in that direction.

y/n & ollie's phone call transcript:

hey, ols. i watched the race. congrats on your points.

thank you, love. you sound impressed?

i am. admittedly.

ollie laughs.

so... i was thinking.

ooh, that's dangerous.

ha ha. anyway, how do you feel about going public?

y/n sighs.

i don't know, ollie. i would love to but i don't want it to overshadow my release.

well... how about releasing the music video along with it. then, we don't have to make a whole hard launch post.

i mean... i'll think about it, ok?

that's all i ask.

yn/ln i have no idea what an album with only 2 songs is called but i made one!! both of these songs are very near and dear to my heart and i hope you all love them as well. stream 'crybaby' and 'one of these'!!

p.s. mv for 'one of these' is also out!

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lewishamilton didn't think i would ever see a co-worker of mine making out with my neice. very tasteful.

↪️ y/n l/n ill be sure to give u a heads up next time

charliebushnell you give me a writing credit on crybaby and one of these?! oh im sick!

↪️ y/n l/n they would've been a thing if not for you

↪️ charliebushnell does that gratitude extend to godfather privileges?

↪️ olliebearman woah! we aren't there yet

isackhadjar god has a fave and it is not me! olliebearman how?

↪️ olliebearman fate, man.

↪️ charliebushnell it also helps that im the best bestie/ex ever

olliebearman ❤️❤️❤️

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cara's paddock: sorry for taking so long but it's finally here and i hope you enjoy reading this series just as much as i enjoyed writing it! taglist: @multifantasic70

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

I'm in- I love-

[iniquitousyearning]

SLYTHERINSLUT0’S KINKTOBER

october 1st. theodore — size kink, big dick.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST | 2024.

summary: there’s a rumour going around that theodore nott has a big dick…..why not see it for yourself?

warnings: 18+, SMUT MDNI, hogwarts uni (obviously), big dick!theo, size difference, size kink ofc, fingering, PIV, dirty talk, slowish sex, put on your fantasy cap for this one bc it’s a little wild, also, anyone know any wheelchair providers?

How the hell did you end up here? How had a night meant for celebration, for laughter and drinks and the triumph of a Quidditch victory, lead to this—

Fevered kisses, teeth clashing—your breath catching in the dim, muted glow of Theodore Nott's dorm—spine pressed against his door as his lips attacked yours, moving to your neck with a hunger that had your knees weak. There was a party, still alive somewhere down the hall, warmth spilling into the corridors, the echo of cheers and laughter floating past—but it was all a distant memory now. All of it blurred, lost in the way Theo's hands roamed over your hips, tugging you closer like he was starved.

Oh, right—the rumours.

Rumours have always had a way of creeping into places they don't belong. A whisper here, a careless word there. Stupid little fires, barely a spark until someone fans the flames. You've seen it before—how a single rumour can grow, how it can warp a simple night into something bigger. Something chaotic.

And now, well, you're living it.

Curiosity was what pulled you into his orbit tonight, what sparked the embers that had been burning between you two for far too long. Because Pansy Parkinson—loud, exaggerative, and far-too-tipsy—couldn't resist spilling some gossip mid-party, something about Daphne, something about Theodore and nine goddamn inches.

You know, the usual Quidditch post-match talk.

And it should have been nothing. It should have got lost in all the other Slytherin boy ramblings but instead, it stuck. Gods, it fucking stuck. Pansy's little comment sparked the fire in you, a fire that led to a conversation over drinks, your hand grazing his, and before you knew it, you were leaning into Theodore Nott at the punch bowl, asking questions you had no blasted right asking, yet went ahead and did anyways.

Something about...well—

"You've heard, then," he'd replied, voice low as those blue eyes watched you over the rim of his glass.

It wasn't a question. It was a challenge. For all the audacity you had—Theodore had just as much.

"I have," you leaned closer, your voice almost teasing as you whispered against the curve of his ear. "Big rumours, Teddy...huge, even."

He tensed, just slightly, the kind of reaction you noticed only because you were watching him so closely. You're pretty sure he wasn't expecting something like that to come out of your mouth—and you couldn't blame him, because truthfully, you weren't expecting it either.

That was, what you'd like to call, the point of no return.

There was a response from him. Something cocky enough—something like; "and do you make a habit of believing everything you hear?"

"Not everything," you said with a shrug, though your heart was in your fucking throat. "But I'm open to proof."

There weren't very many words exchanged after that—maybe some slight teasing—maybe another brush of his hand—but Theo was never a man to waste time, and it was clear that whatever curiosity you held for him had bubbled up now—heady and bold—and created a mess between you that couldn’t be contained.

The party, the victory, the cheers—it all became static as his hand slipped around your waist, his lips at your ear in a whisper. "Then let's put these rumours to rest."

You barely had the chance to nod before Theodore moved—grabbing your wrist and moving you through the crowd like you were something to be expedited, the sea of students parting before him. Pansy spotted you leaving, her eyes gleaming as she threw you a wicked smile and a drunken thumbs-up. You rolled your eyes, smirking back, but everything else blurred into the background as Theodore led you out of the common room, and before you knew it, you were inside his dorm.

The door slammed shut behind you, the cold surface meeting your back before his lips found yours—urgent, consuming. His hands moved with purpose, sliding under your shirt, lifting it over your head before you even realized what was happening. His own shirt followed, discarded carelessly onto the floor as he pressed his body against yours.

The memory blurred as the urgency of the present took over. You gasped at the feel of him, his entirety—hard, aching, massive. The outline of him was impossible to ignore, the mere suggestion of what was to come already making your heart pound wildly in your chest.

The rumours had seemed absurd at first, but now...now, they felt terrifyingly real. He was huge.

"Tell me," he breathed, his voice a low rumble against your lips as his fingers worked deftly at removing your skirt. "About those rumours..."

Your head fell back against the door, exposing the line of your throat as his mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Whimpering, you caressed his shoulders, up his neck, finding his hair, fingers teasing the warm, hidden shell of his ears. At this, his back crested, and he moaned, pitching forward, hips working to fuse you with the door.

"I—I heard..." you tried to speak, but his mouth was on your neck, and the words tangled in your throat. "Gods—something about...nine inches..."

Theo hummed against your skin, the sound vibrating through you, sending blood pooling low. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his lips hovering over yours, his breath hot and heavy as he wrapped his hands around your thighs and lifted you up—carrying you toward his bed.

"What else." He muttered against your mouth.

"Daphne..." you panted, barely able to think straight with the way he was touching you, the way he was looking at you. "She...she said she couldn't take it all..."

"And if I say that's true?" He rasped, laying you down onto his comforter. "What then?"

A shiver shook you from the base of your spine, and you curled your legs around him, core clenching hard—he sprawled over you, his body massive—engulfing yours, roving his hands up and down your bare thighs as his lips left wet, warm kisses across your breasts, teeth digging into the sheer fabric of your bra—you were gasping, whimpering under him, your chest rising and falling so rapidly you'd think you'd ran a marathon.

"Gods—that's...an odd question, Teddy..." your hips bucked, seeking his touch, and he grazed your pussy over your underwear, thumb ghosting your clit through the fabric. You squeaked, and he silenced you with his mouth, tugging at the fabric until he'd fit his thick fingers under the hem. "Are you...mm..asking if I can handle it?"

"Fucking soaked already," Theo peeled away, gasping, watching you as he slid a digit through your hot slit, his breath hitching. "Yes—I'm asking if you can handle it."

"Fuck—I don't—I don't know..." he dragged a slickened finger over your clit—you quivered, biting your lip until you found your words. "Only one way to find out."

"You're right," he breathed, swirling his finger, your body pulsing underneath him—every nerve within you roaring to life. "I'll be easy on you...I'll go slow..." his thumb took over, his middle and fourth finger teasing your entrance, lips hovering over your ear. "Let's stretch you out first."

"I—" you began, and he plunged into you. "—fuck."

Theo crooked his fingers in your cunt, eyes focused on your flushing face, the flow of your moans, his breath shallow as you clenched and pulsed around him. His thumb traced rapid little lines around your swollen clit, two long fingers filling you full. He wet his lips, pressing his mouth to yours in a brief kiss as he snapped his wrist, curling and scissoring inside of you. His hips rocked with his rhythm, and you caught sight of his erection straining against his jeans—

"Tight little thing," he growled, head dipping low as he watched his fingers disappear inside your dripping cunt. "I might fucking break you."

He jutted his erection against your thigh and you moaned, clenching around him. "Mm—Theo—"

His eyes followed yours toward his crotch—you couldn't help yourself, your fingers burned to feel him—to stroke him—to feel the weight of him in your hand. He nodded, and amidst your gasps and moans you reached for him, grasping at his zipper and undoing the button, tugging his jeans and boxers down his thighs—

Theo groaned and your mouth watered. Those rumours—Gods, those fucking rumours—

"Fucking hell—" you breathed, wrapping your fingers around his thick, heavy cock—he choked, digits pumping you deep—your thighs shook, your pulse in your throat. You tightened your fist and stroked him, watching him from half-lidded eyes. "Theo—holy fuck.."

His lungs sputtered. "That enough proof for you, Bella?"

You nodded and he throbbed—twitched under your grip, blood biting his cheeks when you coated his head with the bead of his pre-cum, his breath uneven, tattered from the weight of lust—but so was yours.

You moaned. "Oh—Gods—I'm—"

Theo circled your stiff nub, pumping his fingers into your pussy, and pleasure wracked you, pouring into your pulse, your orgasm charging toward you at light speed—his lips found yours, softly, muffling your moans.

"You're close, I can feel it..." he muttered against your mouth, fingers dragging at your walls, groaning as you clenched—as your free hand gripped his hair harder. "Cum on my fingers, Bella, go on..."

You shuddered and snapped—pleasure pulsating from your core and through your limbs, your orgasm lighting up your spine. In its intensity, you bit at his bottom lip while your cunt clamped down around his fingers, a feral energy coursing—the need for more—the need for every goddamn thing he was willing to give you eating away at your sanity—all coherent thought gone, only dissipating further as Theo pulled his fingers from your soaked cunt and sucked them clean with a growl.

"As fucking delicious as I'd imagined," he cooed, drifting his other hand up your thigh, fingers kneading the trembling flesh. You swallowed, lungs still working to find their rhythm. "I don't think you have any idea how long l've wanted this...any idea what you do to me..."

Gods—you almost wanted to laugh—this felt like a fever dream. You'd been friends for years, the fact it took this to get you both here was astonishing. His blue eyes peered down at you—wide and waiting.

"Look at you," you muttered, eyes dipping down to his throbbing dick, still twitching insistently in your hand. "I think I know exactly what I do to you."

Theo snuffed a groan in his throat, but his cock twitched again, despite himself—there was no preventing that.

"Cocky as ever," he whispered, lips curling in a teasing grin. "But now's not the time, principessa..."

"I can handle you," you breathed out, though a tremor in your voice hinted at the uncertainty you felt.

"We'll see." He said. "Lay on your side."

With a flush creeping up your neck, you complied, turning to face the window. The moonlight filtered through the glass, casting a silver sheen over the rippling surface of the Black Lake. Theo moved behind you, his body flush against yours, the slickness of sweat making your skin cling together—one arm slipped beneath your head, cradling it, while the other slid under your thigh, lifting it with a deliberate, practiced motion.

His dick slid against you, the girth daunting enough if not for the sheer fucking length of it—his body was massive behind yours, dwarfing you, a solid wall of heat at your back. You'd never felt so small, so fragile in a way that screamed breakable.

Theo teased your slit, covering himself in your juices—

"Just the tip, yeah?" He whispered, and fuck—you almost moaned. His voice was ruined. "For now."

"Theo—I—I think I can handle it..." you were trying to convince yourself as much as him. You wanted him to enjoy himself, too. "Just…fuck me, please.."

"Merlin help you..." Theo groaned and it almost sounded pitying—dragging the swollen head of his cock against your clit before dipping lower, pressing against the folds of your greedy cunt— "you don't know what you're saying..."

His arm under your head curled inward, wrapping around your neck and holding you in place against him—his other hand guiding his length to your entrance and pressing in—shushing you softly as the first inch breached you and you cried out—as your mind blanked.

"Theo—" you gasped through the chokehold he had you in, his free hand holding your thigh up as it trembled. "That's—you're—fuck—"

He pulled out and rocked along you again, testing you, offering you centimeters of his length at time. Gooseflesh flooded you.

His lips pressed against your ear. "Shhh, you said you could handle me, yeah?"

His hand on your thigh shifted lower, resting on the crease. He rutted against you a few more times, dragging this out for everything it was worth until he brought the tip back to your entrance and pushed in—slowly, inexorably—spearing you open, splitting your cunt and prying you wide in a way that rid your breath.

You whimpered, hand scrambling for purchase on his hip behind you. "Ohhh—h-holy fuck.."

"Fucking hell...you're tight..." his arm around your neck tightened, holding you against him and he pressed in deeper. "That's barely half..."

You fought for air and found absolutely none, every muscle in your body tensing, your limbs trembling, your mind fizzing with staticky pleasure. You felt as though you could break in two.

"Fuck," he drew out again, and pressed back in. "You can barely take it."

He was right. You could barely fucking take it. A revelation that you weren’t surprised by—but that made all the blood in your body pool low, walls fluttering around him in protest.

"Gods, Theo—T-theo—" you grasped his wrist, nails digging into his skin, eyes squeezed shut. "Wait—"

"Little more...you're doing so good, Bella..." he was cooing now, pressing kisses to your cheek. "I'll make it fit...we'll make it fit, won't we?"

You couldn't find a fucking modicum of sense to articulate a response. All you could do was feel—take and feel—the way he slid out, only to drive into you again, slowly, with a hiss of air through his teeth—drawing out loud, shameless groans from your chest.

"Mmm—breathe, Bella..." it was soft, soothing, like he was trying to coax you open with words. "Relax for me, yeah? Let me in...let me in..."

You obeyed without even thinking, pulling in shaky breaths, forcing your body to comply, even as your muscles screamed to stay tense—to fight the overwhelming fullness of him. You felt as though he couldn't possibly get deeper, but then he did, and he continued to until he bottomed out—his cockhead kissing your cervix, forcing a sound out of your chest that was more a sob than a moan.

Your eyes were shut so tight. "That's—"

"All of me," he interrupted, satisfaction dripping from every syllable. He rolled his hips, grinding against you, barely pulling out before pushing back in, and your whole body clenched in response. "Does it hurt?"

Every movement proved indefinitely that he was as long as he was thick—your core stretching to accommodate him. You felt him in places you'd never felt before—moulding and carving you out just for him, digging out new space inside you that only he could occupy.

"A little—“ the words were a whimper, and your walls tightened around him instinctively, fighting to adjust, to accommodate the impossible size of him. “Gods—“

"Then why are you making it worse?" He hissed through his teeth, strain bleeding into his tone. You could hear the shift—wrecked, ruined, like he was barely holding onto himself. "Fuck, you're squeezing me...too tight...relax.."

He pulled out and thrust back in, harder this time, sucking in air through his teeth as he worked you wider with each plunge into your soaked cunt. Your body rebelled, clenching down around him again, and he groaned, the sound vibrating through you, his hips snapping against yours in response.

"That's not going to make it easier, you know." His voice was a tight growl, but there was a grin in it, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. "Keep that up and I'm going to leave you sore all day."

The thought made you clench again, your body betraying you as a broken apology fell from your lips—pain giving way to pleasure. "I'm—ohh—sorry-"

"Oh, you're going to be sorry." His pace quickened and you were seeing stars—bright and flashing and blurring your vision. "When you're spending all day in bed tomorrow...recovering..."

It only took seconds before he was grunting behind you—lost in your tight heat as he held you against him, hooking your thigh up toward your chest as his arm tightened around your neck, cock ramming your cunt—colliding with your cervix, pushing screams from your lungs. You couldn't think—couldn't catch your breath as he drove into you over and over.

"Fuck—so good…so fucking wet..." Theo moaned, the sound of his cock slippery and lewd, broadcasting evidence of your arousal. Face on fire, you tossed your head back against his shoulder and closed your eyes, chewing your lip, rocking with the force of his strokes. “You like that—being filled like this...greedy little thing..."

You whinged; he was boring into your stomach, delight gushing through your veins. You had never been with a man this endowed, and this fucking ruthless. It made you throb, set you aflame, whirled your brain with desire. Words eluded you.

"Ohh—yes,” you choked out between moans. "Gods—you're huge—"

"I am," he groaned in your ear, the hand on your thigh shifting to your belly, palm pressing against your pelvis—he eased his pace, offering you deep, slow strokes, letting you spasm around every goddamn inch. "That's how deep I'm in you."

At that, you moaned, shamelessly. Cocky bastard he was. You knew now that he was more than entitled to it.

"Can...fuck—can I cum in you?" His fingers slipped to your clit, slowly swirling over it—you didn't even have a second to process that question before the pleasure wracked you so hard you cried out, and he growled. "Fuck—let me cum in you...in this pretty little cunt.."

Somewhere in the blur, you registered his words—low, rough, pulling at the frayed edges of your sanity. Contraceptives. You were on them. It was the last rational thought you had left, buried deep under layers of heat and want. You knew you were fine, but the way he asked, in that voice—Gods—

His fingers increased their pace and you wailed. "Theo—holy f-fuck—yes—yes please!"

Lightning euphoria ripped up your spine with a shameless shriek, your climax shattering you. Your cunt throbbed and milked his dick, your thighs twitching, and your back reached for the wall but his arm around you kept you in place, pleasure possessing your nerves. It seemed an eternity—he was still fucking you through it, breaking you deep, and then he shattered too—breath washing over the back of your neck, chest heaving and lungs sputtering as he spilled his release into you, deep and sticky and hot.

You were still floating between realms of sensation and reality—your mind struggling to tether itself back to consciousness when Theo finally pulled out, releasing you. Both of you were heaving, chests rising and falling in tandem, your bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.

A moment passed, your breaths slowly steadying, when you felt his arm snake around your waist, pulling you effortlessly against his chest. You shot him a weak, lopsided smile over your shoulder, still catching your breath.

"You okay?" He murmured, his voice a quiet hum in the afterglow.

"More than," you nodded, though your body still hummed with the remnants of pleasure. A hollow ache replaced where he'd been, leaving you startlingly aware of how empty you felt without him. "That was...you are...

"I know," he purred, lips grazing the sensitive spot behind your ear, the smirk practically carved into his breath. You could feel his smugness radiating off him, a tangible thing. "Hope your curiosity was sated."

You let out a breathy laugh, the warmth of his body seeping into your skin. "That, among other things."

"Good," he whispered, "I went easy on you."

You huffed, a slow smile creeping across your face. "Is that so?"

"Extremely so," he murmured, fingers tracing lazy circles over your hip. "Took all the willpower I had."

"Sure," you teased. "You're just saying that because I took you so well."

He chuckled, low and sinful, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your spine.

"Oh, she's cocky," he drawled, lips brushing your shoulder. "We'll see about that after I put you in ten different positions."

Your heart stuttered, your muscles tensing at the sheer boldness of the statement. Heat pooled in your belly once more, that insatiable curiosity sparking again. You knew this night was far from over.

Perhaps a little more proof wouldn’t hurt...

You turned your head just slightly, voice breathy but wanting. "Please do."

[shadowbrightshine]

I used to have that problem as a child. I have autism and because I had so much more trouble looking at faces, I learned most of my facial expressions from TV shows.

First off this led to problems, because there's alot of animation shorthand poses that just do not work irl and I probably confused people even more...

But the other is that's how I conceptualized my face in my head. Like an animated character or more often my favorite anime. Digimon.

And then I'd catch a look in the mirror and my face would look wrong. I'd practice my faces and none of them looked right. I'd cry because I was doing the same thing, but now when I looked at myself it looked bad. I hated videos of myself because my face never matched my memories.

I didn't have any friends either. Just people who would spend 5 or 10 minutes with me on the playground. I was better friends with the flock of birds that lived in a fence across the street from the school. The house attatched was all overgrown with plants and squirrels also lived there. There was this group of 5 or so birds that would start hopping out first and all the dozen others would follow them. And then it was a little storm of loud bird chirping as they picked new spots to sit or left to find food. I talked to the tree in the yard more than people because it was solid and couldn't move away the next year. And it hurt. Because I'm very extroverted, I need people, even if I can't talk to them I need them nearby at least. And I was alone surrounded by a hundred other kids who didn't like me or didn't think of me at all.

I can't even remember much of it. Not past some of those key things. I likely repressed those memories even now in my 20s. My mom says I came home crying ever other day or so. I got pets and it helped a lot, but at school I was still lonely. I didn't really understand emotions very well yet. There was a girl who yelled at me because I kept trying to cheer her up. I was so used to feeling bad all the time that I probably didn't realize it was ok to be sad. And on those days I'd cry because I thought it was my fault she was still upset most days. She didn't like me in the first place. I was so determined to make her happy that I made both of our emotions worse.

I have other memories of those years. Smaller ones.

I didn't really start gaining real friends until late into school and, honestly? Most of them weren't my friends either.

It's only now in college I have people who I truly look forwards to seeing, and people who want me to come spend time with them. They invite to coffee, I bring them over for a movie, I catsit for them and we get each other birthday gifts.

And I found a boyfriend. A guy who I've known for a lot longer than us dating and worked up the courage to ask to date. And he brings me so much joy whether we stay bf and gf or not. I want him in my life. And he wants me in his. And I think this year is one of the first I haven't really felt lonely.

Sorry to rant on this. Kinda poured out my heart at 7am on accident.

that moment when martin looked in the mirror and didn’t recognise his reflection? yeah i felt that

[strkly]

misunderstanding

s.m: you and bob were inseparable. until he begins to ignore you and you have no clue why. when you’re injured after a mission gone wrong you’re finally able to find out why.

robert ‘bob’ reynolds x avengers!gn!reader

w.c: 2k

c.w: hurt/comfort, bob being avoidant (but he means well), two idiots in love, hea, reader implied to be an og avenger, no use of y/n, thunderbolts spoilers obv. not proofread and intentionally lower case.

a.n: as soon as i finished the thunderbolts i wrote this LOL. im already working on like three more for him

After you had all saved the city and had been established as the new avengers you and bob had been inseparable. you had chucked it up to you just seeming the friendliest out of all of them but the looks the rest of the team all exchanged with one another anytime the two of you were around told you they thought otherwise.

you watched movies with him, went to go get milkshakes together, helped him with the chores around the base, there wasn't really a second the two of you weren't together unless you were out on a mission or sleeping.

yet as a recent theres been a shift. hes been avoiding you. its so obvious to not only you but everyone else in the team, he was more than happy to chat with yelena ava alexei hell he’d even rather talk to walker than he’d rather talk to you. the only person also seemingly receiving the cold shoulder from bob was bucky who shrugged when you asked him if he had any clue what was going on.

whenever you would walk into the room and smile at him he stared at you wide eyed before rushing out the room mumbling to himself before you could say anything to him. you tried not to let your heart break show on your face as you watched him flee the room as you had entered. you had been so determined to get him to talk to you today after over a week of nothing from him but watching him run away from you killed any sort of motivation you once had.

the pout only grows on your face as you feel yelena pat your back in pity. “i dont know what i did wrong.” shes quiet for a moment before she speaks, “dont worry im sure he’ll get over this weird phase and you’ll get back to normal in no time.” you look down at your feet and sigh, maybe she was right. you knew he struggled with his mental health maybe he just needed space yet the idea of that being it just made you feel worse. he had always confided in you, told things he wouldnt even tell the therapist he started seeing. it made you feel trust worthy, like the two of you had a bond stronger than words could describe. you like him, you like him so much your heart feels like its about to burst out of your chest at the thought of him.

it was later that same night. you could see the light peering out from under his door. he was up, but when you knocked on his door you were only greeted with silence. “bob?” silence. you sigh before pressing your head up against the door. “i just wanted to say goodbye, were leaving for the mission, me and bucky.” you can hear some shuffling inside at your words, you almost let yourself hope he’s about to come to the door but after a few more beats he still doesn’t respond.

“i miss you bob.” the words spill out before you’re able to stop them, “im sorry, for whatever ive done im so sorry, i just want use to go back to the way we were. i miss you so much, i hope we can talk once i’m back. goodbye.” you force yourself away from the door as the tears begin to pour down your face you don't even bother to glance back at the door as you exit the hallway and down to the area where bucky is waiting for you. he doesn't comment on your tear stricken face, simply just placing hand on your shoulder and asking if your ready to go. with a quick nod you join him on the ship and your off. you silently thank him for it.

what you don’t know is bob is curled up in a ball in his bed, pressing his face tightly against the stuffed bear you had bought him as a gift as he tried to silence his own sobs. it was for the better, he told himself over and over again. you didn't need him, not when you had him, you were better off without him as much as it made his heart ache.

five days. it had been five days since you had left and bob felt like he was losing his mind. he didnt leave his room, laying and rotting in his bed hoping the universe would just swallow him up. it took yelena and walker finally coming into his room to force him out of bed much to his dismay. he couldnt stomach to eat anything, shaking his head and hanging it down like a child clinging his stuffed bear to his chest while they tried. he knew it was a pathetic display but he couldnt find it in himself to care.

the rest of the team stares at him in pity, unsure of what to say. they all knew what he was going through, the only one oblivious to it was you, as walker finally sighed and opened his mouth to speak they all froze at the sound of the doors slamming open. “can somebody call a doctor?” bucky called out and everyone turned to see him enter the room. you were held in buckys arms, all beaten up covered in blood. bobs head spins, he doesnt hear the sounds of everyone asking what happened he doesnt see ava running off to get medic all he sees if you and he faints.

the mission was supposed to be easy. it was easy, until the last guy standing ended up being a mutant neither of you were prepared for. you ended up taking the bigger hit and bucky quickly finished the job rushing to take you back to the tower. your injuries were not life threatening but you lost a lot of energy in the fight and had ended up knocked out for a couple days. when you regain consciousness the first thing you hear is his voice. bob. he’s talking with someone whos voice you an barely make out, based on the brass and tone you assume its bucky. you cant make out what he’s saying but you cant bring yourself to open your eyes just yet.

footsteps ensue with a couple final words exchanged before the gentle opening and closing of the door and suddenly you’re alone with him. you can hear the scrapping of a chair and suddenly his very warm body heat flows next to you, you can feel his hands playing with the blanket as he sniffs. “please wake up.” you still cant open your eyes, maybe you’re still too tired but a part of you thinks you simply want to hear what he’s going to say.

“im- im so stupid. im so so so so stupid. all ive been dreaming about is seeing you again,” you feel him place his head on your stomach and you try to keep your heart and breathing at a regular pace, “i wanna sit on the couch together and watch movies and drink milkshakes and talk about anything with you i miss you please i was so stupid please just wake up so i can hear your voice again.” your chest aches and you fight the frown growing on your face. you open your eyes, realizing his has his face turned away from you. when you go to speak he manages to beat you to it. “i was so jealous.”

his words have you almost gasping before quickly closing your eyes again realizing he was turning his head to look at you. your mind running a mile a minute, you had no clue what he was talking about but his words had you hopeful, you couldnt help but be eager for whatever he was about to say. “he’s so much cooler than me. i get why you must like him, i just,, i just wish i could be the one you like. the one you think is cool but i know im not worthy of that.” what? you almost find the word spilling out from your lips but you manage to stop yourself. “i just couldnt do it anymore, after i saw you guys in the kitchen, you were smiling at him, i couldnt make that ache in my chest go away like you taught me and whenever i saw you it just go worse so i ran away like a coward. im such a loser.”

it finally clicks. you remember.

it was late at night. you had stepped out of your room to get a glass of water. when you got to the kitchen bucky was also there drinking a glass of whiskey, the two of you chatted for a moment and when you opened up the dishwasher to get a glass you busted out laughing at the sight of his metal arm in the dishwasher. “what the hell is that doing in there?” “what how do you think i clean the damn thing?” ‘not in the dishwasher! you’re so stupid bucky.” he walks towards you and leans down to be face to face with you, “thats why you like me doll.” you grin and hit him on the chest, shaking your head. “shut up.”

you opened your eyes once more and realize he had pushed his face to be pressing against your stomach. slightly shaking as he sobbed lightly into the fabric. your heart ached, realizing how sad he must have been. how lonely he must have felt. he freezes when you put your hand on his hair lightly running your fingers through it. “i dont like bucky.” your words are course, its clear your throat is yearning for some sort of hydration but you dont care. his head flys up and he looks at you with his wide wet eyes. your name tumbles from his trembling lips but you still continue to speak. “ive known him for a long time, he’s called me that for forever, he was just joking around with me i dont like him i promise.” he continues to stare at you in shock, his mouth opening and closing like a fish before he clenches his jaw and looks down at the floor, mumbling to himself, “im so stupid.”

as much as it hurts you force yourself to sit up and touch his shoulder. he looks up at you, a much sadder expression having taken over his face. “i love you bob.” his breath hitches, “i love you so much it kills me.” you wait for him to say something back, anything in return but he simply stares. you wait for him, you’re so patience with him he just can’t help himself.

you yelp in surprise when he suddenly laches onto you and you fall back with him ontop of you. you ignore how much your body burns in pain as he shoves his head in your neck. “i love you i love you so much.” you feel so much relief your eyes burn with tears. you can hear him mumbling over and over again that he loves you and it feels unreal, like youre dreaming and youll wake up soon.

“bob look at me.” he reluctantly pulls away from you and stares at you with heart eyes, your hands gently cup his face before pressing your lips against his. he eagerly but sloppily returns it, clearly inexperienced but you cant even find yourself caring as you can feel him brightly smile against you all other thoughts float away from you.

hours later when bucky comes back to check on you a smile falls on his lips as he sees bob laying on top of you and the two of you asleep peacefully, both of you unknowingly smiling in your sleep. he shakes his head before walking away. he pulls out his phone and clicks a couple things before raising it to his ear as he walks down the hall. “you own me 50 sam i told you they would get together.”

[ratherchili]

 𖹭 cw: suggestive, edgy, mdni

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You can't say you weren't warned about your big brother's friend sukuna, but nothing could have truly prepared you for him.

"Funny looking how?" You ask, arching an eyebrow.

"Just go to your room while he's here," your brother Toji urges. "Don't need you feeding his ego, goddamnit."

"He's funny looking and somehow my presence will feed his ego?" You deadpan, with zero inclination to forfeit your comfy spot on the couch. "Make it make sense, Toji. Or better yet, fuck off so I can finish this cover letter," you gesture at the open laptop sitting on your thighs. "Faster I can get out of this shithole, the better," you grumble.

Although, your brother's place is far from a shithole, in truth. You know better than to ask how he affords it doing nothing but fucking around with the sinister assortment of thugs he calls friends. In turn, he doesn't ask you about the unfortunate circumstances that landed you in one of his spare rooms... again.

Toji groans. "Yeah he gets off on scaring people. Especially girls. Especially hot girls. And, I suspect, especially girls who are related to me."

"Gross," you say, directing you attention back to the screen. "I'm not scared of your asshole friend and I'm not moving."

Toji opens his mouth to protest further, but too late. There is a loud knock on the door followed by it crashing open and thunderous footsteps coming down the hall.

Despite more than a little curiosity regarding your brother's funny looking friend, you manage to keep your eyes on your work.

Toji is grumbling some weak attempt to direct the visitor toward the "stuff" in the garage when a shadow falls over you. Still, you continue typing.

"Who's this?" A deep voice growls. "Not gonna introduce me?"

"Just my little sister. Leave her alone, Sukuna. She's a bitch anyway."

"Fuck you, Toji. And a preemptive fuck you to you, too, whoever you a- hey, ow!" You exclaim as the newcomer slams the laptop closed on your fingers. "What the h-" the exclamation dies on your lips when you finally raise your eyes to see the largest man you have ever seen looming over you.

He is a lot to take in. You silently curse Toji for not warning you properly. "Kind of funny looking" does not even begin to describe the thing standing before you. Four crimson eyes stare back at you, two of which are set in a twisted mass of keloid scar tissue that takes up most of one side of his tattoed face. Eyes aren't the only anatomical feature he has extra of, you notice. Two sets of muscular arms protrude from the cut off sleeves of his t-shirt.

It takes a lot to render you speechless, but the sight of him does the trick. Although, you can't help but think that the smirking bastard somehow makes the odd look work for him. Yeah. 'Circus sideshow level freak but kinda hot' would've been a better descriptor. Although you manage to hold the man's gaze, you're sure your eyes are as wide as saucers. To your horror, you feel heat creeping up your neck as your lip twitches in search of something - anything - to say that might lessen the humiliation you feel. And Toji was right, this jerk is eating it up.

"Toj said you were ugly, but jesus..." you say, when you finally regain your composure.

Sukuna laughs, flashing a set of pointed canines before he abruptly turns to follow your brother towards the garage.

"I like her," he says, hooking a thumb over his shoulder in your general direction, which, for some reason, makes your heart beat a little too hard.

"No, man." Toji groans. "Just no."

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[xlmibby]

caleb likes you sleeping with your head on his chest.

perhaps, it's the way the pressure keeps him grounded. his night anxiety is usually making his rest time unbearable - both physically and mentally. with you by his side, though, caleb feels more at ease. lighter yet anchored to the safety you offer him, probably without even realizing how much you help him every time you sneak into his bed and allow him to hold you in his arms throughout the night.

although caleb still has trouble to fall asleep sometimes, he doesn’t experience all the terrifying sensations that he's so used to by now. but like a ray of sunshine, you shine your way into his heart that he thinks is rather a doomed place - a graveyard of broken hopes and shattered dreams, just like his life is.

perhaps, though, another reason why caleb likes you sleeping on his chest so much is the fact that he can watch you.

you look pretty like that, on top of him. his sweet temptation that takes the form of the prettiest soft-hearted angel he's ever put his eyes on.

most of the time, caleb just watches you silently and wonders - daydreams - if your lips taste as sweet as they're soft. sometimes, he likes to pat your head and brush his knuckles over your face in the way that makes a simple gesture of affection look almost akin to worship.

this moment is sacred. in the storm of pain that surrounds caleb, your asleep expression so soft even though you're a little messy, with tangled hair and puffed out cheeks; and for a moment - as quick as a heartbeat - you don’t look unreachable.

it's little moments like this, caleb thinks. it's little moment like this, when his lips press against your forehead yet again and your body instinctively moves closer into the touch, that makes his yearning even stronger.

just a little bit of your heart would be enough. if only you saw him as a man you love and not just a gege who always takes care of you... if only you saw right through him and noticed the true extent of his feelings... if only the two of you weren't scared to take a leap of faith and give into what you truly want and need...

right now, though - when your cheek presses against caleb's chest and you nuzzle closer to his body in your sleep, almost as if you're instinctively seeking out his warmth and protection - he can close his eyes and pretend that you're finally his.