#i can't help look at the annoyance i feel when watching those things and think 'damn what's wrong with me'

[clamorybus]

i think the lamest thing about me is that i get borderline dysphoric about not liking "chick flicks"

[starmaidengarden]

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞!

— Housewardens : x gn!reader. no cw/tw. established relationship. dividers : uzmacchiato!

contexts: doing the trust fall challenge on the Housewardens. I got lazy towards the end (T_T)

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

Reaction: Panic. Pure panic. He catches you instinctively but immediately starts scolding you.

Heartslabyul is buzzing. The unbirthday party just wrapped up, and Riddle is focused on his usual after-event cleanup. Everything is just right: chairs neatly tucked in, teacups perfectly aligned, and every rule followed to a perfectly. But you, being your chaotic self, have other plans.

You approach him while he’s adjusting the angle of a sugar cubes, calling out, “Hey, Riddle.” He turns just in time to see you tilt backward toward him—no hesitation, just complete trust. his body jerked. His arms shoot out, catching you around the waist.

stumbleing back a half-step, maing sure you don’t hit the ground. Once you’re safe in his arms, he freezes, looking a bit bewildered. You’re grinning up at him as if this is the most natural thing in the world. “Nice catch!” you tease. “W-why would you do that?! Y-you can't just fall onto people!" he yells, raising his voice a pitch in disbelief. “Do you realize how dangerous that was?! You could’ve hit your head if I didnt caught you?! Or— worse!” You remain still, and his hands stay around you, warmth creeping into his cheeks, yet he doesn’t let go.

After a moment, he gently helps you stand upright again, clearing his throat. “You… trust me that much?” he asks quietly, his ears now a lovely shade of pink. You give him a playful shrug, and for a brief moment, he seems speechless. Then he finally says, “I’ll allow it this time. Just once.” Despite his best efforts to sound serious, a faint smile is beginning to appear on his face.

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

Reaction: Lets you fall. Then blames you. Unless you catch him in a soft moment (rare), he steps aside and watches you hit the ground. Might raise an eyebrow at your audacity.

It’s afternoon in the garden. The sun is high, it’s hot, and Leona has taken up residence under his favorite tree, arms behind his head, sleeping off another class he decided wasn’t worth the effort. You walk up, smirking like a little menace.

You see him there, peacefully napping, his tail flicking lazily from time to time. You don’t say anything. You don’t warn him. Instead, you turn your back to him… and fall. There’s a split second of tension in the air as you feel gravity take over. Strong arms rushed up to ur back. You blink. Leona half-sitting up, one brow raised, his golden-green eyes squinting at you. You just interrupted the most sacred nap of the century. “Tch. You again? What’s your problem?” You, grinning “Trust fall.”

He stares, like you grew two heads, then lets out a deep, almost growling sigh—as if you're the most exhausting thing he’s ever had to deal with. Yet, he hasn’t let you go. You’re still in his arms, and when you meet his gaze, there’s something more unreadable behind those eyes. It’s not anger. It’s not even an annoyance. It’s as if he’s trying to figure you out—and maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t hate what he sees.

“You know, herbivore… you’re real damn lucky.” But his grip on you is firm as if he wouldn’t let go even if he wanted to. He lays back down, pulling you with him. Leona, yawning “You ruined my nap. Now you’re gonna stay and help fix it.” His arm is casually draped over your waist like it belongs there, and his tail is occasionally flicking over your legs. Just when you think he’s dozed off again, you hear him murmur, low “Next time, fall toward me when I’m awake. I wanna see the look on your face.”

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

Reaction: Absolutely startled, yelps a little. Catches you? Yes, and then immediately adjusts his glasses like nothing happened.

Azul sat alone in his office, looking over ledger books. His fingers were tired and stained with ink. It was quiet and peaceful. “Azul!” Calling out to him He looked up to see you standing nearby, smiling and holding your hands behind your back. You looked casually suspicious. “Yes?” he asked, adjusting his glasses. You didn’t answer. Instead, you fell. Backwards. Azul’s heart raced, but his body moved in an instant. Papers flew as he jumped out of the booth, arms outstretched, and caught you in a half-dip, your back against his arm.

Silence—You blinked up at him, upside-down, laughing. Azul’s breath hitched, His hands trembled, but he didn’t drop you. He looked at you for a long moment, eyes wide, then narrowed. “You planned that, didn’t you?”

You grinned. Azul’s voice cracked, still holding you. “What if I hadn’t caught you? You could’ve hit your head!” Still keeping you, he felt annoyed and relieved allowing a small smile.

As he set you back on your feet, you leaned against him, he chuckled and started to relax. Azul sighed “You really know how to keep things interesting, don't you?”

As the soft light of the lounge surrounded you, warmth settled between you. The night was no longer quiet; it felt full of the promise of more moments to come—filled with laughter, surprises, and possibly a bit more adventure.

Kalim Al-Asim ༉⋆｡˚

Reaction: Giggles and calls it “a game!” Catches you? Every time, no hesitation. Might even spin you around afterward like you’re on a ride.

You’re hanging out in the Scarabia dorm lounge — colorful silk banners fluttering, the smell of sweet spices in the air — and Kalim’s halfway through a story about the time he accidentally rode an elephant into a fountain. You, on impulse, turn your back to him and fall. No hesitation.

Kalim gasps in surprise and catches you immediately, laughing like he just scored the biggest prizeat a carnival. his younger siblings are always doing pranks like this, So, he’s not surprised by your bold stunt. He feels a warm buzz of happiness knowing that you trust him that much. "Aha! Is this a game? Come on, let’s do it again!"

He’s grinning from ear to ear, spinning you around before setting you back down. But it doesn’t end there; he thinks this is the best thing ever and insists on doing it back. Except, when he does it, he doesn’t just lean back. He jumps backward with all the energy of a golden retriever who’s seen a treat, and you topple over trying to catch him. Falling on the ground, you both laugh, the sound echoing in the crisp air. When you look at him, his smile is so bright that it almost hurts to see, like the sun on a perfect day.

Vil Schoenheit ༉⋆｡˚

Reaction: Catches you… then judges you intensely. Surprised that you're bold enough to try to stunt on him

You’re in the Pomefiore lounge with him, maybe helping him sift through new cosmetic samples or critiquing outfits. Everything is perfectly in order — the lighting, the mood, the aroma of elegant teas — how Vil likes it.

Then, you turn away from him and just fall. Not a dainty little stumble, but a real trust fall — your whole body leaning backward into him, fully believing that he will catch you. And he does. He catches you—barely. His hands shoot out immediately — graceful but firm. You can feel the strength hidden beneath his polished exterior. The shock of it makes him stiffen slightly. “Really now,” he says. “You could have ruined your posture. Or injured yourself.” But he doesn’t let go right away.

No — Vil's hands linger at your waist, fingers elegant and steady as you trustingly lean into him without hesitation. Inside, it rattles him more than he’d ever admit. Vil knows that people admire him. They idolize him. They envy him. But almost no one treats him like a real person — someone you can trust without fear of judgment or the expectation of perfection. You don’t treat him like a distant star to be admired. You treat him like someone real, someone worthy of your trust. And Vil, for all his composure, feels a warm ache in his chest because of it.

After setting you back upright, he adjusts your outfit casually, tugging a sleeve here, smoothing your hair, and straightening your collar. "You must be more careful," he murmurs, his voice softer now, with a secret thread of protectiveness woven through his words.

Idia Shroud ༉⋆｡˚

Reaction: Screams. Will let you fall but if you catch him off guard, will catch you purely on instinct, then looks like he’s about to short-circuit.

As you walk through one of Ignihyde’s endless hallways, the blue lights cast an ethereal glow, illuminating the cool, sterile air that hangs around you. Idia keeps a slight distance, his shoulders hunched and eyes glued to his tablet as he talks about the latest game that has captured his attention. His voice is barely above a murmur, almost lost in the hum of the technology that surrounds you.

Feeling impulsive, you suddenly let yourself fall backward toward him, trusting that he would catch you. In that moment, time seems to freeze, and the world around you fades away.

Idia yelps, his surprised shout echoing loudly against the steel walls, cutting through the quiet of the hallway. The two of you stumble together, your weight pressing against him, the warmth of your body contrasting sharply with the chill of the corridor, his hands awkwardly grasping your arms. In that moment, his heart races, not merely from the surprise of your fall but from the understanding that you put your trust in him.

His panic is immediate. “Wh-wh-wh-whY would you d-do that? My heart rate just hit 200—!” His voice shakes with a mixture of shock and embarrassment. Bright pink sparks flicker in his hair, a sign of his flustered state, betraying the calm facade he usually shows.

You can't help but laugh softly, the sound easing some of the tension in the air. you say simply, smiling up at him. Idia stiffens even more, his mouth opening and closing like he’s searching for a comeback and finding none. The words get tangled in his throat, and instead, he looks away, his face practically glowing with how pink his hair has turned.

Idia groans dramatically, hiding his burning face behind his tablet. "I'm doomed. DOOMED," he mutters. You just broke Idia Shroud in the sweetest way possible

Malleus Draconia ༉⋆｡˚

Reaction: Completely unbothered. Catches you like it’s nothing. He even is amused by the silliness of the moment.

You stand in the middle of the woods, surrounded by the gentle sound of rustling leaves and the twinkling stars above. He walks silently beside you, offering comfort with his presence in the night.

In a split second, you let yourself fall backward, surrendering to the unseen hands of him. He catches you effortlessly. His arms are strong and steady, his hands gentle on your back. Malleus does not flinch; it’s as if gravity itself obeys him—you never even got close to hitting the ground. Holding you with care, he tilts his head curiously. "Ah, are you alright?" he asks, his voice low and worried, thinking you might have hurt yourself in the fall. "I'm fine, It was a game!" Your laughter bubbles out, and for a moment, he smiles.

"You’re quite strange, Child of Man," Malleus murmurs, his fingertips lingering against your back as if afraid that if he lets go, you will vanish like a dream upon waking. "But you never needed to fall." His voice drops to a whisper, threaded with an ache older than the stars above. “I will always watch over you.”

As he sets you upright with careful hands, his emerald eyes shimmer with something ancient and unspoken—a promise, silent and eternal, that no matter where you wander, he will be there. Malleus’s smile lingers, warm and real, a secret just for you. "No matter where you are, I will always be by your side," he says softly. In the hush of the woods, you feel it—the strength of his promise, woven through the earth and sky like an unbreakable thread.

[docdudo]

Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader (Part 10)

"Did you make the water too hot?" Kyle asked as soon as you stepped out of the bathroom, clean and dressed in fresh clothes after sweating all over yourself and Johnny. His eyes dilated briefly as he took in your softened appearance after the shower, his wings and talons twitching subtly, but he remained still.

"No...? I think... just warm...?" You mumble, shruging quietly.

"Okay, okay, good... can't be turning the water on too hot when you have a fever now, can we?" He rumbles, rounding your smaller body for a bit.

"It's not... it's really not that high of a fever..." You mumble shyly, keeping your eyes anywhere but on the Harpy.

"Nonsense." He croons quietly, his wing gently pushing you forward. "Are you still hungry, baby?"

"N-No..., no, thanks, I'm full...."

Which, you actually were. Sure, you didn't eat barely enough for hybrid standards, but you're human, and you're small... it was enough for you. Besides, John's bean and bacon soup was really good. You're pretty sure you ate even more than usual (even if it was mostly liquid).

"Good. But really, if you need anything, just tell us, yeah?" He smiles with that gentle tone of voice, like he couldn't hurt a fly, and....

Yeah, this guy was weird. Not that you would call Kyle outright fake, but... the wolf in sheep's clothing thing is very real.

You heard how he talks to his mates when you're 'not around'. But with you? It's just those weird, bird-like, cooey noises mixed with his gentle voice.

"Kyle, come 'ere." Simon's gruff tone came from behind you, the Wraith approaching you both with a raised brow and analytical eyes. "What's up with your wings?"

Kyle's face immediatly dropped, eyes squinting in annoyance as he turned to stare at his mate. That gave you the opportunity to see his wings for yourself, and... yeah, they looked a little messy, kinda.

"Nothing, hun. Why do you ask?"

Oh... oh, this sarcastic and sassy tone, accompanied by this fake, sweet smile, was definetly more up to Kyle's alley. So much, in fact, that Simon barely reacted besides a small impavient grunt.

"All unkept. Not like ya, bird." Then, his eyes fall on you, making you tense up a little in attetion. "Sick chick causing you stress?"

"Ugh, Si..." Kyle grumbles, frowning in displeasure. "I'm busy right now, so-"

"No, none of that." The wraith interrupts, walking over to the two of you before easily picking you up on his arms, a small squeak leaving your lips in surprise. "Go take care of them. Some nice an' good preaning, yeah? Call Price to help. Can't have you like this now, can we, bird?"

He drawls his words so slowly and paciently, it makes you think this man really have experience with children. It makes you want to do anything he says too, but this is probably just your feelings since Kyle's expression was pretty much one of displeasure, uncertainty and annoyance.

"The chick-"

"The chick's with me. And she's going to stay with me the whole time. No need to worry. I'll keep 'er safe an' healthy."

You flush slightly as he press your cheek against his, the slight stubble on his cheek scratching against your smooth one. Tho, you do calm down a bit as you feel his cool skin against your warm face.

"Hmm.... it's not worse. Actually, it feels like it has gone down a bit. You can go, Kyle."

It's not the tone, but his words seem almost... harsh. Not that Kyle seemed to mind. He just sighed in defeat with a small nod of his head as he retreated to the bathroom.

You watched as he went, eyes fixed on his wings. It was mostly curiosity that made you want to know more about Harpies, but you can't deny they were so freaking impressive. Big and beautiful wings, a tail that matched the pretty feathers on the wings. The shiny, black talons were just as pretty as they were intimidating.

"His wings are pretty, ain' they?"

You startle a little at Simon's voice, turning to stare at him properly as he carried you through the hallway.

"Harpies pride themselves in having those pretty and polished feathers.... Actually, their lives are their wings, really. They are always making sure they are in perfect state, both in health and in apperance..." He sides eye you carefully before speaking again. "Unless, something more important is taking their time."

"I-important...??" You question immediatly, flustered and surprised. "I... no..."

"Yes, kid. You're important to him. To us. You're our kid now, you know that."

"I'm... I'm just a foster... not really a..." You struggled to say more, not quite brave enough to outright disagree with your foster parent, but not really agreeing with his exaggerated words.

"But you're part of our pack now, kid. Even if you're a foster for now."

You just sigh slightly at his words, seeing this is taking you no where. Maybe that's just how it is with hybrids...

Wait, what did he say?

"W-wha... what do you mean, for no-"

"The point is, Harpies are a very parental species." He says easily, ignoring your small, indignated words as he keeps talking. You, of course, immediatly shut up despite your surprise. "So Kyle can get pretty stressed when there's a new addition to the nest."

He stops to analyze you for a second before ressuming his walk once again.

"Such a small, defenseless little thing too..." He grunts, his buff arms tightening around you a little more. "No wonder it's messin' with everyone's intincts. You're sleepin' in the pack's nest tonight."

Your eyes widen immediatly, caught off guard. Simon has managed to throw you for a loop at least four times since this conversation began.

"Pack's nest...?" You try to question quietly, clearly alarmed, but not wanting to sound disrespectful or rude.

God knows sounding or looking rude to your foster parents never end up in good things. Even your small act of not unpacking your backpack has caused comotion in an old foster house you used to stay at.

"Yes, kid. Pack's nest. Gonna be sleepin' with us, where we can keep an eye on ya and be there if you need help."

"B-because I'm sick...?"

He nods calmly, finally reaching the door to his room and pushing it open for you to look inside. It’s the room closest to yours—the master bedroom. You remember thinking it should have been where your room was. After all, what kind of house puts the children’s bedroom at the very end of the hallway?

Still, their bedroom was stunning. Spacious, with a massive nest carved into the ground at its center. The mattress inside looked both sturdy and soft, layered with neatly arranged blankets and pillows. Unlike your pastel-toned room, it wasn’t bursting with color, but it wasn’t dull either. The decor featured earthy and beige tones mingled with blacks and reds, visible in the furniture.

Very... modern and stylish.

"This is where ya'll sleep."

You nodded a little, brows still slightly furred. Maybe in worry, maybe a bit in fear. You weren't used to all of this.

"Right..., sleep... with you four...?"

"Yeah, kid." He nods, rubbing your back carefully to try and confort you. "What do you take us for? Neglectful parents? To leave our baby away from us when they're sick and weak?"

Okay, now he sounded more offended than calm.

"It's... normal, isn't it...?" You mumble, a little confused. "Otherwise... you could get sick too... sometimes..."

He scoffed at your words, shaking his head.

"Us? Getting sick from a human virus? If our immune system was that weak, we’d have died long ago eating those mystery rations during the Outpost Beta mission."

You raise a brow at his deadpan words, expression pinching in confusion and worry as the silence stretches between you two for a few heavy seconds.

"That was a joke."

"Uhum..." You hummed lightly, expression not changing much.

"What I mean is, we’re not getting sick, don’t worry, kid. And maybe it’s normal in human households to leave their children on their own when they’re sick, but that’s not how we do things here."

You quickly notice faint wisps of shadow curling from his gloved hands and masked face, the white of his eyes darkening to an ominous shade. A literal chill runs down your spine as the temperature around you drops. It makes you freeze in uncertainty in his arms, eyes wide as you stare into those shadowy, unrecognizable eyes.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for him to recompose himself. You’re not sure what triggered this, but he seems to calm down relatively quickly. The shadowy wisps started to dissipate, and his eyes gradually returned to their normal color too.

"Well, come on now. John wants to check on your condition." He says calmly, like he didn't just lose control for a few seconds there, turning to walk all the way back and down the stairs with you still on his arms.

You really should learn more about them. Like, quickly, cuz all these surprises are making you light-headed.

Part 9 / Part 11

[concretejunglefm]

Wonderland.

Summary: You wanted so badly to be in the studio with Noah while he's working but couldn't keep quiet when he asked you to. You obviously wanted to be part of the song you were being so loud, well now here you go.

CW: smut including fingering (f receiving), praising, use of a toy (bullet), illusions towards exhibitionism, overstimulation and multiple orgasms.

Dividers: Silent-stories.

AN: this is a series in collaboration with @bloody-spades which the masterlist of can be found here.

Tagged: @fadingangelwisp @blade-dressed-in-red @deathblacksmoke @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @geminigirlfromfinland @fuck1ng-queen @lacy1986lacy1986 @ichoosetenderomens (lmk if you'd like to be tagged)

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

"Can we get another take for that part, Jol?" Noah asks, leaning away from the mic before coming closer as the music starts.

You're sitting beside Matt on the couch Noah has in the studio, watching in awe as he does his thing. It's a talent you find yourself constantly captivated by, but as you hear Matt utter a comment in your ear, you can't help but let out a giggle, quickly holding your hand up to your mouth and covering it as Noah comes to a stop again, clearing his throat with an obvious disgruntled sound.

"Sorry." You wince and press your lips together in another attempt not to laugh as Matt stifles his own.

"I said that you could be in here so long as you were quiet and you." He fixes Matt with a glare. "Should know better."

Matt raises his hands in mock surrender while you lift your own, bringing two fingers against the side of your head in a playful salute. "Yes, boss." It led both you and Matt into laughing once more, and with a sigh, Noah steps back from the mic.

“Alright, we'll wrap it up for today." Noah declares to Jolly, joining him in checking over the saved files before ushering him out of the room, followed by Matt.

"What? Come on, baby. I said I was sorry. I promise to be quiet this time." You try to sway his decision, but he's already sending his friends off and leaving you alone in his studio as he says his goodbyes.

It wasn't the first time that you'd made a sound or been told by him to be quiet. You knew how important his music was to him, how focused he became in these moments, and you felt a twinge of guilt that you had caused him to derail those plans for the day.

Getting up from the couch, you look over to Noah as he re-enters the studio, instantly addressing you as you walk towards him.

"Uh, where do you think you're going?"

"I thought you were finished?"

"With them, yes. But I haven't even gotten started with you yet."

It took a moment to process his words before you recognized the flicker of something in his eyes. It wasn't annoyance, at least not anymore; his frustration had pooled with another kind: arousal.

"Oh." The look he gives you alone is enough to make you squeeze your thighs together, feeling the familiar tingle in your stomach at the thought of what's to come as a smirk breaks out across Noah's face.

"Yeah, oh. Now take a seat. We're going to try this again." He gestures you back to the couch, gripping you by your shoulders as he guides you backwards towards it and once dropping down into it, he uses his foot to gently spread apart your legs and grabs the nearby desk chair, pulling towards him and sitting there before rolling himself close to you.

"You understand how important this is, don't you?" He asks, pushing his knees between your legs to prevent you from closing them as he leans forward and lays his hands on your thighs, stroking slowly up along them.

"Of course, baby." You reach out to lay your hands on his arms, giving them a reassuring squeeze. Your intention hadn't been to disturb him.

"So you'll understand that we have to keep going until we get this take right, won't you?"

"Yes!"

"Good, because I'm going to need your help."

You feel his hands slipping further up your thighs until they're pushing beneath your Bad Omens hoodie that you wear at home out of comfort and warmth, and he's undoing your jeans, quick to tug them down. Any words you were about to say are cut off as he pulls your jeans off and tosses them aside, leaving you in just your panties from the waist down, but they're soon slipped from you too as he grips your legs and spreads them, pushing you further down into the couch so you're fully on display for him.

"Good girl." You hear him utter under your breath, and it makes you gasp as you feel yourself growing wetter from just the soft praise alone.

Noah's fingers idly stroke along your inner thighs while he hums softly, the melody sounding familiar to the one which had been playing during his recording session. "Now, I need you to be good and hold your legs like this for me, okay?"

"O..okay." You nod and follow his gentle guidance as he takes your hands and brings them beneath your thighs, making you keep yourself spread out for him.

When he stands up, he leans down and captures your mouth in a heated kiss, and you can't help the whimper which slips out from you. You easily submit to him like this, whether intentionally or not, you can't help but feel yourself easily and willingly becoming his plaything.

"Such a sweet girl." He whispers against your lips, as his fingers gently hold your chin, and his dark gaze briefly locks onto your own lustful eyes. You can see the heat in them, the want which is coursing through him, and that just makes you want and need him more.

"Noah." You breathe out, and he shushes you before planting a softer, lighter kiss to your lips.

Pulling himself away, he crosses the studio space towards the computer, and you hear a few clicks being carried out before he returns back over to you, carrying over a portable microphone and placing it just on the edge of the couch.

"Now, what do I have planned for you, you ask?" You search his face for a sign of anything, but he's holding his cards close to his chest, even his smirk not giving anything away as he takes a seat back down on the chair opposite you. "You wanted to be loud, baby. You obviously wanted to be part of the song, so here we are."

You offer him a slight confused expression, your brows furrowing while waiting for him to elaborate.

He doesn't.

Instead, he retrieves a familiar bullet vibrator from his pocket and switches it on, rotating through the numerous settings before turning it back off and bringing it towards his mouth to wet it.

Bringing the bullet down towards your inner thigh, he turns it back on and as you feel the vibration against your skin, it travels up and between your thighs, causing you to tremble as you feel the low vibrations spread closer to your pussy with its slow travel along your inner thigh. You can't help the moan that falls from your lips and you watch Noah's expression brighten as he hears you.

"That's my girl." He praises and as he inches higher, the sounds you let free become a little louder. He hasn't even touched you yet, not properly, but the vibration which travels along your thigh and straight towards your clit already has you feeling more worked up. "Now, we'll keep going and you'll keep making those pretty noises until I feel like we've gotten the best take, understand?"

Your eyes widen with the explanation he gives, finally putting together the pieces of an obvious puzzle; telling Matt and Jolly to leave, stripping you halfway down, the microphone and now the bullet.

Right as you go to open your mouth and respond, he meets the bullet against your pussy, feeling the vibration against your folds before he pushes it between and teases it against your clit. All words slip away from your mind, all but one as you begin moaning his name, instinctively raising your hips to meet the bullet.

"Listen to that. Listen to how pretty you sound. This was what you wanted, right? To be loud for me?"

Every word he says coaxes you further as he holds the bullet to your clit, making you tremble in place before he drags it away, teasing down towards your cunt, only to trace back up and tease circles around your clit once more. With his free hand, he strokes along your thigh, gently praising you and guiding you towards the climax he knows is building.

You almost hate how in tune with your body he is because anyone else could fake it, you could easily argue back, but Noah knew every way you sounded or moved when an orgasm was near.

"Are you going to cum for me, pretty girl? Are you going to finally be a good girl for me?"

You hear that bite in ‘finally,' and if your head wasn't being made dizzy by the sensation of his voice, touch, and the bullet alone, you'd have sniped back. You know he does it on purpose, drags you up high just to make his own playful jabs because that's when you lose all senses and have none to snipe back.

"Yes! Noah, yes!" You call out as your moans grow louder and higher, almost losing sound at all as they become caught in your throat with the sudden tremble of your climax. Throwing your head back against the couch, your legs begin to shake, digging your fingers into your thighs as you attempt to hold yourself up for him. The entire time, you can hear him talking you through it, and when the wave of pleasure washes over you, his hand is on your thigh while he pushes the bullet firmly against your aching clit, feeling it throb against the cool plastic while your hips buck as you ride the wave out.

The pleasure is near high, and you're barely down from it before you feel Noah kissing along your jaw and meeting your lips. You reciprocate, though it's half-hearted and sloppy from still in your dazed state, and you practically purr as you hear the offerings of praise being whispered against your lips.

"Such a good girl for me, but I think that we can get a better take than that."

You barely have time to register his words before you feel his fingers sinking into your wet cunt, making you moan even louder as he purposely drags them slowly within you, listening to the sounds you make as he quickens and slows them. You squirm beneath his touch, the added pressure of the bullet against your sensitive clit making you whine, and you can hear the taunt in his tone as he tsk-tsks at you.

Opening your eyes, you meet his gaze, his smirk still plastered fully across his face as he assures you.

"Just one more take, I promise."

Something you hear him repeating again and again for at least five more times as he takes pleasure in dragging you up just to push you over the edge and work you around again, overstimulating you beyond your own comprehension.

[takeyrregrets]

Hi, I'm in love with your story. It's like they are real people for me and I thought your writing style will be great with librarian student reader x loud student. I really love that concept but not a lot of people use it. Again I love your story and can't wait for another.

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𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝗵𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗢𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗟𝗼𝘂𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝘅 𝗟𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 This was really fun to write actually these two are cute:)

You know he’s behind you before he says a word.

The library’s quiet, always, but when he’s here the air changes. It feels warmer, closer, more alive in the way thunderstorms feel before they break. Even his silence has volume.

You don’t turn around. You’re holding a stack of novels in one arm and scanning the shelves for the right spot.

“Hey,” he says, like he’s just passing through, like he didn’t just deliberately trail you from the front desk to the back corner of the second floor.

“Need help carrying those?”

You glance back. He’s standing there with his hands in his hoodie pocket, like he didn’t just power-walk across the entire fiction section just to catch up.

“I’m fine.”

He nods. Stretches his arms over his head dramatically, like he just happened to be taking a stroll through this exact aisle.

You slide a book into place.

“Cool, cool, cool. I was thinking…maybe I could help you shelve stuff. Y’know, be useful. Like an intern. An intern who doesn’t get paid and only works when you’re on shift.”

You raise an eyebrow. “So not an intern.”

“A fun intern,” he corrects.

You stare at him. He stares right back. Then, slowly, you hand him a single book from the stack. Paperback, slightly bent spine, bright red cover.

He takes it like it’s sacred.

“Where does this go?” you ask, watching him.

He squints at the spine. “Uhhh…Patterson? So...P? That’s, like, halfway through the alphabet, right?”

You gesture to the clearly labeled shelf right behind him.

“Oh.”

He places it on the shelf backward, upside-down.

You blink.

“Deliberate sabotage,” he says. “I’m making sure you need me.”

You sigh, taking the book and placing it correctly. “You’re the worst intern I’ve ever had.”

“I’m your only intern.”

“Still the worst.”

He grins like you just handed him a trophy.

You continue reshelving. He follows you from section to section, carrying two books (that you handed him just to shut him up) and occasionally asking things like:

“Do people actually read this one? The cover’s just a dude’s foot.”

“Who decided to organize things alphabetically? Why not emotionally?”

“Be honest. You’ve definitely read that vampire book, haven’t you?”

You pretend to be annoyed. You’re not. You never are, really.

After the next few shelves, you pause, turning to him.

“You done wasting my time?”

He tilts his head, eyes bright. “Wasting? No, no. I’m investing.”

You scoff. “In what?”

He shrugs, but there’s something softer in his voice when he says, “Getting to know you.”

You stare at him, caught off guard, and he smiles like that was the plan all along—to make you stop, to make you see him.

You hand him another book.

“Then do it quietly. Or at least alphabetically.”

He grins, and you both turn back to the shelves.

The shelving is slow work.

Not because you’re struggling—but because your "intern" is still trailing after you, making terrible small talk and shelving books so crookedly you have to fix them the moment he turns his back.

He’s trying so hard to impress you. Failing miserably. But you don’t really mind.

You hand him another book without looking. He takes it without complaint.

“Man, you’re brutal,” he says under his breath, loud enough that a few patrons glance over in annoyance. He flinches, whispering theatrically, “Sorry! Sorry! Indoor voice, right.”

You huff a laugh through your nose.

He falls quiet for a moment, walking beside you. His hands brush against yours as you reach for the same shelf. It’s accidental. Probably. He doesn’t pull away right away.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye.

He’s looking at you again—the way he always does. Like you’re some riddle he wants to get wrong a few times before he gets it right.

Maybe it’s the late afternoon light slanting through the tall windows. Maybe it’s the quiet hum of the library around you.

But suddenly, something bold unfurls in your chest.

You lean in just slightly—so only he can hear—and murmur, “You’re cuter when you're quiet.”

The words are soft. Just barely there. But the effect is immediate.

He freezes.

Absolutely, completely freezes.

The book he’s holding slips a little in his hands. He fumbles to catch it, nearly dropping it, which earns a sharp shhh! from the 3rd year at the genealogy table.

His face goes red—not just his cheeks, but his ears too. A vivid, helpless blush spreading like spilled ink.

“You— I—” He stammers, voice cracking embarrassingly. He coughs and tries again. “You can’t just— You can’t say stuff like that.”

You hum softly turning your head towards the cart, to hide the amused smile on your face. “Why not?”

He clutches the book to his chest like it’s some kind of shield. His grin is manic, desperate, wildly fond.

“I’m fragile,” he whispers dramatically. “You’re gonna kill me. Right here. Death by librarian.”

You smirk. Turn back to the shelf, sliding another book neatly into place.

Behind you, he’s still standing there, stunned, vibrating with silent, overjoyed panic like someone just handed him everything he ever wanted and then walked away like it was no big deal.

You pretend not to notice.

But your smile lingers, small and real.

[cvnt4him]

I think tobios the kind of guy to really REALLY be in love with his first love. I mean this guy would be obsessed with whoever took his virginity, I solely believe that.

He literally would be so in love with you without even noticing. He would love being close to you, he'd get all smiley with you and y'know his smile isn't all that but when he's genuine with it, it's the prettiest thing to see on him.

Holding his face and peppering kisses on him in front of the team, Hinata and tsukishima teasing him for it. He groans but ultimately loves it. He loves you.

When you met his sister she was kind of scary. She had this unapproachable look about her, there was so much stress and pressure to be good and great for his family. But she was actually really sweet, really interesting and a genuinely great sister for the most part.

His grandfather was absolutely hilarious and tobio wouldn't admit it to you or anyone else, but it meant a lot to him that his grandfather actually took a liking toward you. The way you unintentionally made his grandfather crack up at your occasional mishaps on your words and the weird little sounds you made when you realized you fucked up your sentence, or when you sounded so robotic to remember the interesting things you told yourself you were interested in for the sake of his grandfather.

I like to think kageyama is REALLY emotionally constipated to the point he knows NOTHING....about love or even being interested/attracted to someone. He gains such a genuine attraction towards you, it physically hurts him. He can't help but to groan in some sort of annoyance when he sees you because he knows his body betrays him. It always makes it clear that he's happy to have you around.

Whether he becomes a flushed mess, his stupid cheeks filling with blood and getting all warm and red. His ear become impossibly warm as well, he swears he can't even hear you speaking to him. Or whether it be his eyes wandering down to your lips, his thoughts thinking about how he loves it when you kiss him. He prefers those quick kisses you give, to him those are more than enough. His eyes began to trail all over your body, his mind thinking about every part of your body they stop on

His eyes move to your hands, goodness does he love holding them. He really does. When he holds your hand I think he would often squeeze them for a little, like you could just be hiding hands and a for the most part gentle squeeze comes out of nowhere. He holds it in a tight grasp like that for a while before the tightness retreats.

It's so sweet really. You call his name and his blue eyes shoot right back up to yours, kageyama doesn't shy away from anyone but damn why did you have to look at him like that with those stupid fucking eyes of yours..

You offered him a genuine warm smile, your eyes creasing a bit as your smile met them a small chuckle leaving you as you watch him fail to keep eye contact with you. He had a silly little pout on his face as his brows furrowed and his cheeks warmed.

You sigh at your silly boy and pull him into a hug, it was mostly you hugging him. Wrapping your arms around his body as he stiffly stood in your grasp, you give him a long squeeze and groan slightly. You pull away and grab his face pulling his down, with his face in your hands he takes a moment to really feel your hands the softness of them on his cheeks and how he could smell perfume on your wrists.

You give him a couple of kisses on his face causing him to squeeze his eyes shut and groan lightly. He slowly fluttered his eyes open to leer down at you. He's so tall even when you pull him down to level with you.

“ I love you, tobio..”

You whisper to him, clearly not quiet enough because you can hear people snickering behind you. You kiss his nose one final time, you can see the way he's mentally cursing you with his mind. He hates that you had to do this in front of them. He loves you, he swears he does. He may have a funny way of showing it but he genuinely loves you.

“ ...mmn... love...you too..”

Tobio made damn sure he said it quiet enough. He refused to let them hear him say that.

Trust after being with you for a long time he gets out of that. He doesn't care who hears him say he loves you. He's so happy that he's had you for this long.

[taurasiluvr]

how you can help palestine

★ thinking about diana taurasi putting you in your place... kinda inspired by sen's strap headcanons @taurasiluv

 ⠀ ── ⠀warnings ;; nsfw under the cut, mdni. brat taming (my fav!!!), slapping, degradation, mommy kink (it's a dee smut, what do you expect?)

 ⠀ ── ⠀word count ;; 1.1k

 ⠀ ── ⠀rylin's notes ;; requests are open for those who want to send them in :p

"didn't i tell you to cut the fucking attitude?" diana's voice rang out the kitchen, causing you to let out an irritated sigh. you paused, gripping the edge of the counter as you tried to steady your nerves.

"dee, 'm not a kid. you can't talk to me like that," you shot back, trying to keep your voice even. diana walked into the living room, her tall frame filling the doorway. she was still in her practice gear, her face glistening with sweat.

"yeah, i know you're not. you're acting a brat, and i don't like it." she replied, her tone assertive. she opened a water bottle, chugging it slowly. you took the moment to take in your girlfriend; all of her.

you rolled your eyes and turned around, going back to cutting up some fruit. "maybe i wouldn't act like a brat if you actually paid attention to me," you muttered under your breath, knowing full well she'd hear.

diana raised an eyebrow, setting the water bottle down. "what was that, baby?" she crossed her arms, watching you intently.

"nothing," you grumbled, deciding to really test her patience right now.

"no, you wanna act all big and and tough, let's hear it," diana said, stepping closer.

"i told you, nothing,"

you ignored the calls of your name as you walked toward your shared bedroom, letting the annoyance take over. diana walked in the bedroom behind you, her expression now pissed.

"don't walk away from me when we're talking," she said, her voice low and controlled, but you could feel the anger simmering beneath.

you spun around to face her, your own frustration boiling over. "what's there to talk about, dee? you're never here! i'm tired of feeling like an afterthought."

diana's eyes narrowed. "so that's what this is is about? and this is how you deal with it? by throwing a tantrum like a child?"

"well i-"

"no, i'm still talking." she repeated as your face contorted into irritation. "first of all, fix your fuckin' face. and this whole thing is because you're needy? cause you haven't had a good fuck in a while?"

you clenched your fists, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. diana's blunt words cut deep, but there was a part of you that couldn't deny the truth in them. you needed her, and the lack of attention had been gnawing at you.

"fine," she sighed as she slammed the door shut. "get on the bed, sweetheart."

you looked stunned as diana just kept glaring at you. "you wanna act all shy now, baby?"

you let out a breathe before obeying her, sitting on the bed as diana walked over toward you. she grabbed your face tightly, forcing you to look upward. her eyes bore into yours, a mix of anger and desire flickering in them at you being so submissive.

"you're not gonna pull that bratty attitude with me anymore, got it?" she said, her voice low and commanding.

you nodded, unable to find your voice. the intensity of her gaze, the way her fingers dug into your cheeks, sent a shiver down your spine. she let go of your face before landing a swift slap to your cheek, a moan coming out of your lips at the sting.

"i asked you something," she demanded, her hand finding your face again, her grip tightening slightly. "do you understand?"

"yes," you managed to whisper, your voice trembling.

"yes, what?" she prompted, leaning closer so her breath fanned across your lips.

"yes, mommy," you replied, your voice barely audible.

"good," she said, releasing your face and stepping back slightly. "now strip. wanna see you naked."

your heart pounded in your chest as you complied, your hands shaking slightly as you undressed. diana watched you intently, her eyes dark with desire. she turned around as well, rummaging through your drawer before finding her strap. she slipped it on quickly before she turned to face you once again.

once you were completely bare, you stood there, feeling vulnerable under her intense gaze. she stepped closer again, her hand trailing down your arm, sending goosebumps in its wake.

without another word, her hand gripped your head before she gestured to her strap. her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catchm as you nodded slowly, opening your mouth, you leaned forward, taking her in.

diana's other hand tangled in your hair, holding you steady as you began to move, your lips and tongue working to please her. she let out a low groan, the sound sending a thrill through you. you looked up at her, meeting her gaze, her expression a mix of dominance and desire.

"that's it, baby," she murmured, her voice rough with arousal. "just like that."

you continued, your movements becoming more confident as you found a rhythm. diana's grip on your hair tightened slightly, guiding you as you took more of her in. the taste and feel of the strap filled your senses, and you felt a rush of heat between your legs, your own arousal building.

after a few moments, diana pulled you back, her eyes dark with need. "on the bed," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for hesitation.

you obeyed, crawling onto the bed and positioning yourself on your hands and knees, your body trembling with anticipation. diana moved behind you, her hands running over your back and down to your hips, her touch somehow both possessive and gentle.

"you're going to take everything i give you," she said, her voice low and commanding. "understand?"

"yes, mommy," you replied, your voice breathless with need.

she positioned herself at your entrance, teasing you for a moment before pushing in slowly, filling you completely. you moaned, your body arching as you adjusted to the sensation. diana held your hips firmly, setting a steady pace that quickly had you gasping for breath.

she landed a couple slaps to your ass, causing a string of curses and moans to leave your mouth.

"fucking brat," she growled, her movements becoming more intense. "say it, say you're mine."

"'m yours," you managed to gasp, your body responding eagerly to her every thrust. "'m yours, dee."

the pleasure built quickly, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. diana's grip on your hips tightened, her own breathing becoming ragged as she drove you toward release.

when you finally came, it was with a cry of pure ecstasy, your body shuddering with the force of your orgasm. she pulled out gently, collapsing beside you on the bed and pulling you into her arms. you lay there together, both of you catching your breath, the intensity of the moment slowly giving way to a feeling of deep contentment.

"did i fuck all that attitude outta you now, baby?" diana managed to say as you let out a breathless laugh.

"mhm, yeah. you did," you replied.

if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

[cure-icy-writes]

i think the reason i like the murderbot diaries so much is because the dystopia feels very real and relevant in a way that no other "oppressive government fearmongering" has, and because murderbot is such a compelling protagonist.

this is an autistic person who is struggling and angry and terrible at having emotions. it lives in a capitalist hellscape where people are disposable. it's traumatized as hell, but it's easier to consider itself disposable than confront the terrifying reality of personhood.

(it confronts the terrifying reality of personhood.)

it likes escaping into fiction. it has a fucked up relationship with pain and its own body. and it reads so strongly as disability coding to me, how it doesn't see the bullets or the chunks missing as horror but merely annoyance. it's fundamentally different from those around it, in ways that they struggle to understand. (they make a distinct effort to understand.)

this is an autistic person who is not like you, who suffered in ways that you cannot understand, in ways that would horrify you. this is just another tuesday.

this world is not kind. there is legal fine text that destroys lives and there is hereditary indenture and contract labor where you're forced to still pay for preventative medical care out of your paycheck and no one says slavery, but everyone knows what it means.

these people are kind. they will watch your favorite shows to help understand you, they will forge documents to give abandoned people their freedom, they will allow you to be near them because they like you. these people are proof that there's love in the world, and you can come out of your shell if you are ready to see yourself as a person.

science fiction is one of the genres that has the potential to be amazing, but is quite often just plain shitty to disabled people. and, to people in general? "oooooo look how scary it is, people have all their basic needs fulfilled by technology!" when technological advances are what gave housewives the time they needed to actually get jobs and put together the feminist movements, when this new technology that the narrative regards with such disdain could provide disabled people with newfound mobility and independence.

it speaks of a truly dismal view of humanity, the belief that without strict labor under capitalism to keep us all in line, we would just fall prey to our vices. and I think it also speaks to a loathing of one's self, to think that humans are not capable of self regulation, to think that pain and suffering and punishment are somehow moral and virtuous. that humans need to be punished constantly, that suffering will bring them closer to something like god, to something like goodness.

but murderbot doesn't do that. murderbot says, "i have seen humans do horrible awful stupid things. they can't be trusted with weapons or security and they shoot me all the time and it sucks. but they make stories and art. the people in the entertainment media gave me the tools to contextualize my own emotions. they are my coworkers. i don't care about them. i got shot in the back protecting them but i didn't care about them. okay fine maybe i care a little. they're annoying. i'll eviscerate anyone who hurts them. they're mine."

[writingdevil]

Oh lord you're activating my STP hyperfix again oughhh how dare you,,,

I come to you, you blacksmith of words, and offer you Stubborn and Paranoid,,, and then I scuttle away :3€

(A BLACKSMITH OF WORDS?? THAT'S SO NICE AND SUCH A COOL THING TO BE CALLED!! CAN I USE THAT??/j. I'm glad that I can infect other people with my hyperfixation, so that we can all be in these woods together. I wasn't sure whether you wanted this to be a ship or not so I left it up to interpretation. Anyway, enjoy!)

"Hello?"

Go away.

"Is anyone out here?"

Please leave. Please leave.

"Para? Are you here?"

They were following him. They were hurting him.

"Para?"

They were getting closer and closer and closer-

"Oi! There you are!"

Paranoid let a frightened yell out, scrambling out of the bush that he had been hiding behind.

The world spun, a dark and imposing blur in front of him, and Paranoid knew they were here to kill him, that's why they had been following him all day.

"Paranoid! It's me, Stubborn!"

Paranoid choked on a gasp, pressing himself against a tree as he struggled to control his fear and anxiety, having to blink many times before his vision focused again.

His eyes and throat stung, but he managed to focus enough on the voice before him to realise that yes, it was Stubborn in front of him. But that didn't make him feel better one bit.

"Para? What's going on?" Stubborn asked, annoyance on his face and in his voice. "You just freaked out and ran out into the woods. What's wrong?"

"Go- away," Paranoid gritted out, but Stubborn just crossed his arms and said, "Can't do that, especially when you've got everyone else worried about you."

A pang of guilt did come through Paranoid in that moment, before it was immediately overtaken by his fear.

What else was he supposed to do? Let those eyes follow him and lead him to danger? No. No, no, no, no- he was not going to die this way, not after everything he's been through.

Stubborn tried beckoning him forward. "Look, let's just go back inside where you can't hurt yourself even more."

Paranoid shook his head, curling up into a ball. "No. I can't."

Stubborn sighed in exasperation. "Why not?"

"Because they're in the house!"

Stubborn gave him a look that made a spark of fury ignite within him, looking at him as if Paranoid was the problem.

"There is nothing in the house-"

"Yes there is!" Paranoid exclaimed in protest, wrapping his arms around himself. "The eyes keep staring at me in there! I can't go back! I can't take them watching me!"

He needed a moment to try and get his breathing under control, all the while Stubborn was just standing there, giving him a frustrated and conflicted look.

Eventually, when Paranoid was sure that he could talk again, he lowered his gaze to look at his trembling hands, to try and ignore Stubborn's judgemental glare.

The silence would've been comforting, would've helped Paranoid clear his head, but with Stubborn here, that couldn't happen.

Stubborn let a heavy sigh out. "Look, I'm not leaving without you, so you need to listen to me. There are no fucking eyes in the house."

Paranoid whimpered, and he almost missed the wince that Stubborn made at that sound. Paranoid was on the verge of tears at this point. He hated this. He hated his feelings. He hated his mind.

He especially hated the way Stubborn was staring at him-with nothing but pity.

Stubborn continued, his gravelly voice as soft as he could make it, "You're just seeing things-"

But that broke the moment immediately.

"I am not seeing things!" he screamed in Stubborn's face, claws digging into his skin so hard that they were probably cutting him, but he didn't care. "I am not crazy! No matter how much you think I am!"

Stubborn genuinely looked taken aback at his outburst, face frozen in shock, but all Paranoid could focus on was trying not to cry in this moment, mumbling, "I'm not crazy," over and over again to himself.

That went on for so long that Paranoid was starting to believe that he had made Stubborn up as well, until he heard him sigh.

"...Sorry," Stubborn muttered, crouching down in front of Paranoid, and if Paranoid wasn't in the middle of a breakdown, he would've commented on the rare look of guilt on Stubborn's face.

"I'm still not planning on ditching you here. I still need to bring you home."

Paranoid whimpered,squeezing his eyes shut in the hopes of blocking out all the horror that constantly surrounds him. "But the eyes are in there."

"Then I'll protect you."

Paranoid froze, then opened his eyes.

Stubborn was holding his arms out to him, a hopeful glint in his eyes. "I'll make sure that nothing comes near you or hurts you. Everyone will be there to protect you as well in the house."

"Are you sure?" Paranoid asked, his body already leaning forward towards Stubborn's warm and inviting arms.

"Yeah," Stubborn assured with a nod of his head. "What? You think people like Hero and Hunted are gonna let anything bad happen to you?"

That was true. Despite the fear still consuming Paranoid's mind, he knew that that was real. His flock's love was real.

He cautiously looked into Stubborn's eyes- warm, and solid, a determined glint in them that slowly pierced through the fear within him, letting him know for a single moment-Stubborn was safe.

Paranoid took a deep breath, and then reached out towards Stubborn. Stubborn allowed Paranoid to move closer to him, right up until Paranoid's fingers grazed his wrist, and suddenly he let a shuddering gasp out and desperately crawled into Stubborn's arms, who had no problem with immediately scooping Paranoid up, holding him close to his chest.

"I've got you, I'm here," Stubborn whispered, hugging Paranoid protectively, putting a hand over the back of his head, and Paranoid shoved his face into Stubborn's chest, breathing in his comforting scent, feeling his trembling already lessen.

Stubborn stood there for a few minutes, just shushing and rocking Paranoid back and forth, until Paranoid felt all the tension leave his body, safe in Stubborn's arms.

"That's it, you're safe with me," Stubborn whispered, and then began the walk back home, and Paranoid sighed in relief, not feeling any eyes on him at all in that moment, not with Stubborn there to protect him.

[adams-angels]

Can you do one where Adam sees you as a place holder for his wives and doesn’t respect you ever but when you want to leave him he realizes just how much he truly cares about you and then like over course of a period of time (your choice) we forgive him :)

Thank you for listening ❤️

This was a fun one! I love a bit of angst. Can't get enough of the stuff!!

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

Reader POV because I got a similar ask which I'll write as Adams POV

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It's all I ever asked for. To be respected. To be loved. It wasn't fair. Why did I have to be alone and wait for him while he was out galavanting around the heavens! How was it fair? He'd only ever sees me for sex. He wouldn't reply to my texts but god fucking forbid I miss one of his texts.

Or in this case ignore. I've had enough. I'm not being second choice anymore! So I texted him "we're done." I know it's cowardly to "break up" via text but it's not even like we were dating! I placed my phone down on my side table. I should of put it on silent. Why didn't I put it on silent.

Curling up on my bed, tears flowing from my eyes as I hear the vibration on my phone. He's either calling or text bombing me. I pick up my phone to see several missed called and about 20 texts already.

You think you're better than me?!

You're nothing!

I'm Adam!! I can get ANYONE I FUCKING WANT

YOU THINK I NEED YOU?!

I sob.

I must of fallen asleep during my crying of self pity. I stretch out my arms as I sit up only to see Adam at the doorway. I scream in surprise, falling off my bed hitting my phone off the nightstand in the process. "Adam?! What the hell are you doing in my apartment?!" I yell at him.

He stands there, looming over me. "You want to leave me?" He asked, never had I heard him so emotionless. I tut as I stand up. "You say that like you cared." I retort, picking my phone up from the floor. "Don't look at that." He took a step towards me, reaching out but I pulled away. "Why? You next me nasty shit? Telling me I'm worthless? That I was lucky to -" he interrupted, "y/n, I'm sorry. I just want to know what I did wrong."

I can't help but sigh, collapsing on my bed, hair covering my face. "I just... I can't... I don't want to be a place holder for you." I can hear Adam moving closer, his wings dragging across the floor. "What are you talking about?" One of his hands land on mine. "I don't want to be someone you just use until you find someone better." His fingers interlace with mine as his other hand brushes my hair from my face revealing my teary eyes. "I just want to be... I don't know, Adam."

His hand cups my face and I just can't help but melt into his touch. "Be mine?" I shrug in response. Clearing his throat he clarifies, "no, I'm asking. Be mine." I can't help but look at him like an idiot, my heart skipping a beat. "What?" He recoiled. "I mean, maybe we could start again? Like.. properly?"

"You mean like.. date? What happened to "I don't date. I'm the first man. I have the first penis ever bla bla!"" He stares at me with a blank expression. "I don't sound like that." "You do." Adam brow furrows in what I can only assume is annoyance. "Whatever, y/n, please. I can't lose you. I don't want to lose you. Please don't leave me." Never have I seen him look so weak. So... Small? "I'll have to think about it." I can't tell if he feels relieved or worried. Maybe both. "H-how long will that take?" He asked with a hint of desperation.

"I don't know, Adam." I shrug. My words hung in the air. "I really care about you, y/n. You have to believe me, babe." He kissed my hand before releasing it. "Just.. uh... Delete those texts. I didn't mean any of it." I watch as he leaves my apartment. No through the door of course, no, he always had to leave from the balcony. I usually watch as he flies away. But not this time..

It's been about a month since I last spoke to Adam. I've seen him about. Doing his thing. It makes me laugh. When ever he notices me he freezes up. Just last week he was talking to Sera and as soon as he noticed me walk past he just stared. I swear I heard Sera say "earth to Adam."

Today I decided. I head towards his office, walking past several anxious angles. I heard yelling come from inside his office and then something smash. Before I could knock the door swung open and standing before me was a very frustrated Adam. His feathers were literally ruffled. "Y/n?" He was surprised to see me but his expression changed quickly as he remembered in was in the presence of his underlings. "Come in." He stands aside letting you in to his office. It was mess. I mean, I've seen it messy before but this was a whole new level. Documents everywhere, a smashed mug on the floor and coffee stains on the wall. "Bad day?" I commented he grumbled in response. "There are no bad days in heaven."

He slumps down on his chair, watching me as I walk over to his office window, opening it to get some of that heavenly fresh air in. "So... I thought about it." He perks up, sitting straight. "And?"

"and I'm willing to start again. Properly." I don't even get a chance to turn and face him before he's already darted from his chair wrapping me in his arms. "Fuck, thank fucking Christ. Don't do that to me again. Please." His wings surrounded us. "Please, I'm sorry. I'll treat you so much better." "Promise?" "Yes, promise."

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

[rikiflowers]

galaxies melting; poe dameron

you owe him an answer, but was it too late now?

poe dameron x female!reader, 18+

words: 3235

warnings: porn without plot, porn with feelings, a little bit of angst sprinkled, vaginal penetration, fingering, cunnilingus, cum eating, overstimulation

The humming and buzzing of the ship keeps you unforgivably awake. What had always brought you to sleep because of exhaustion was now becoming pure torture. The sounds were always with you since forever, but know they’re a harsh reminder. The images that you would like to burn from your memory keep coming back to haunt you. His lifeless eyes as you watch him being pulled from the wreckage of his x-wing. How you stand there frozen. Covered in blood and near death, he was treated. For nights you sat next to his bed, hoping for him to open his eyes. He was fine. He was alive and yet these scenes keep you awake night after night. 

I love you 

He had thrown these three words at you before his suicidal mission, before he got on his x-wing and flew to his doom. Your legs started to tingle. Your entire body refused to sleep. It was despairing. You swing yourself out of the uncomfortable bed and put on a shirt. You need to clear your head and what could help better than tinkering with all the starfighters in the workshop? It was quiet. Only a few were awake at this time, some being driven by haunting nightmares, too. You come into the large workshop, a yawning emptiness greets you. You set about getting a fighter into shape; If it weren't for Poe, who suddenly stood next to the plane and looked at you. It seemed to have been expecting you. The curly-haired knows you too well. The lump in your throat froze your words on your lips. His facial features appear sunken, exhausted. Some scars adorn his face. He had his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Am I not worthy of an answer?” His tone was harsh and hurtful. He wanted you to feel his pain you put him through. 

You felt a harsh tug in you. “Poe…I…” You stuttered. Damned. Lying awake every night thinking about what you were going to say to him when you stopped avoiding him didn't pay off. Your pounding heart was too loud; too loud to get the words out.  “You’ve been avoiding me ever since. Do you actually know how I feel or didn’t it concern you that much?” 

Your entire body started shaking. “I wanted to, but-” 

He groaned in annoyance and rubbed his tired face. “But what?” 

“Poe, please...I was scared...afraid I would lose you...I wanted to...fuck” Tears welled up in your eyes because you just can't say what you want at the important moment. He stopped looking at you. His arm leaned against the fighter while his back was turned to you. 

“I shouldn't have waited here for you...” he spoke quietly and suddenly walked past you, denying you the chance to explain yourself. “Poe!” you caledl after him. He didn't want to hear you anymore. Your mind screamed at you to go after him; follow him, it said. In those few seconds you made the decision to go after him. It would be your last chance. You've already screwed it up and now you're trying to save it. 

You ran after him. “Poe, please wait…” you spoke softly, trying not to wake others. Suddenly he turned around, so you almost ran into him. “Stop following me” 

You shook your head. "I can't" 

He just groaned and ran his hands through his brown curls. “What do you want me to do?” Tears threatened his dark eyes. Your whole body wanted to pull him in your arms. 

“I want you to listen to me,” you whispered to him, your fingers twitching to run through his hair. He looked at you pained, his usually bright eyes looking half dead. It literally tore your heart apart. 

“Poe, I love you” Finally. You said it. It flowed out of you like the easiest thing you’ve ever said. It was always easy, but you made it impossible. 

He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes quickly fixated on the wall. “I have had this for a very long time. I just never wanted to see it because I was afraid I would lose you...I almost lost you..." You just hope that everyone was asleep and no one was overhearing you. “Since your accident, I sat next to your bed day and night praying for you to wake up…” 

“Why didn’t you come when I was awake?” he asked disappointedly, a tremble could be heard in his voice. 

“I was afraid to face the feelings. I know you deserve an answer….I love you Poe Dameron. That’s my answer.” 

Your heart literally skipped a beat as you finally spoke the words that had been on the tip of your tongue for so long, ready to finally be spoken. You smile, unconsciously touching your lips. The black-haired man suddenly grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. Your heart fluttered as you felt the warmth in your cheeks. Your fingertips tingle as he touched them reverently with his rough lips. 

"Is that true? Are you just saying that to avoid hurting me?” 

It seemed insane to you that he was questioning your feelings. Here you stood with him, showing him the inside of your feelings and he was so insecure from your previous actions. His eyes glitter hopefully, continuing to hold your hand. Your free hand came to rest on his cheek, stroking the skin and his light stubble. “My feelings for you are real. It’s been a long time…” 

For Poe the dam now seemed broken. His fingers squeezed your hand before he pulled you with him and you followed him, heart racing. You didn't even question where he was going. You would follow him anywhere. You knew the way too well. He walked with you to his little quarters. Your feet carried you as if by themselves as you scurry through the hallways. When you finally arrive in front of his room, your heart beats faster again. He entered his code and you practically stumbled into his room with him. You lean your back against the door as Poe stands in front of you. You've been in his room far too many times, you knew every corner of his little home; your home, too. At this moment it felt like you're setting foot in here for the first time. Your eyes searched for him in the dim light. He had his back turned to you, which slightly irritated you. He's the one who dragged you with him. You said his name, hoping he hasn't changed his mind. For that tiny moment, self-doubt overcame you. He finally turned around and looked at you intently. "What's up?", you breathlessly asked. 

He seemed to be studying you, tilting his head slightly. “I’m looking for doubt in your face.” 

“Did you find any?” Your voice was no more than a whisper as you waited for his answer, your fingers tingling. He shook his head finally.  

“Then why don’t you finally kiss me?” 

He sucked in a sharp breath, scratching his chin at his light stubble. “Fuck…watch what you say, Angel”

You cringed when he calls you by the pet name. You feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins. Poe got a wry smile from you. “and what if I don't?”

He finally came towards you, trapping you between the door and his body. Your eyes sparkled challengingly. The dark-haired man grabbed your chin, pushing your head slightly upwards. His thumb traced your bottom lip. What he didn’t expect was your tongue darting out and swiping across his thumb. His mouth opened slightly as he pushed his thumb further into your mouth, caught up in the scene. Completely fascinated by this, he breathed heavily as you watched him with your eyes. His Adam's apple moves heavily. “Angel…”

His thumb pulled out of your mouth. Before you could protest the action, his lips finally pressed against yours. You whimpered into the kiss you've been waiting for so long. Poe's body pressed against you and you pulled him even closer to you by his neck. Tongues danced with each other to feel as much as possible. His hand grabbed your neck, stopping you from letting go of him. This is what you've dreamed of for half your life. You would never row back now. You impulsively dragged his bottom lip between your teeth. The black-haired man moaned deeply into your mouth, reached under your lower legs to lift you up so that your body automatically wrapped your legs around his waist. You hauled away from his lips, sinking your teeth into his neck as he closed the short distance from the door to his bed. He laid you down far too gently on the soft bed and stood in front of you, looking down at you. His dark eyes studied you closely. Your fingers grasped the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. Your exposed skin glistened in the light glow of the lamp above his bed. His eyes moved from your face to the swell of your cleavage. His fingers tingled, wanting to touch you, feeling your warmth, but he stayed put. For a brief moment you were afraid that he will back down. 

“Poe?” 

"Yes, Angel?" 

Your heart fluttered quickly as he called you by the nickname again. “Why don’t you come here?” He laughed deeply, finally leaning down towards you and kneeling between your legs. You closed your eyes as his fingers danced over your shoulder, igniting a prickle inside you. “I wanted to look at the work of art in front of me a little more.” You giggled, playfully nudging his shoulder. “You miserable charmer.” the x-wing pilot just shrugged and started covering your cleavage with kisses. “If telling the truth makes me a charmer, then so be it...” he whispered against your heated skin. A sigh left your lips as he kissed his way down the base of your breasts. Painstakingly slowly, he pulled the material of your bra down, taking a nipple between his lips and sucked. Your fingers instantly tangled in his dark curls as he kneaded the other breast with his skilled fingers. He hummed as you pulled a little harder. As a little revenge, he gently bit your nipple, whereupon you pressed your hips against his and clearly felt his cock through his thin pants. You almost groaned at that. As he kissed his way along your breasts, his hands moved to your back, deftly opening the bra clasp. He literally tore it off of you before it fell carelessly to the floor. His face buried itself between your breasts before his lips continued a wet trail down your stomach. He stoped in front of the waistband of your pants and ran his fingers reverently over your covered pussy. “May I?” 

“Fuck, of course,” you replied a little too fast and desperately, making him grin. You lifted your hips so he could drag the annoying piece of clothing off your ass before it too, ended up on the cold floor. His fingers traced the wet spot on your panties. He licked his lips in the process.

“Angel...may I taste you...please? 

You sucked in a sharp breath. Oh Maker. How many nights have you touched yourself while thinking about his face disappearing between your legs? “Please…Poe…” 

In response, his fingers pushed your panties aside before he licked your pussy with his tongue and you instinctively wanted to squeeze your legs together. His hand gripped the flesh of your thighs before he briefly let go of you to push down your panties too. “You taste amazing,” he whispered before he grabbed both of your thighs and you watched helplessly as his face disappeared between your legs. Gasps escaped you as you felt his tongue taking in your wetness and exploring every corner. You supported yourself with your hands to get a better look at the handsome man. His lips closed around your pearl, sucking on it and you felt everything tightening inside you. He also brought his fingers into play, sinking two of them into you with ease. “Poe…oh fuck” He just moaned in response, practically pushing his fingers inside you as his practiced mouth made you scream. Poe slurped you down like a meal, savoring every drop as if you were the most expensive alcohol he could ever taste on his tongue.

“Maker...I'm getting addicted to you...” he mumbled to your pussy before using his lips again, making you see stars with the tireless thrusts of his fingers. You were at the border. Everything inside you screamed to be close to the sweet orgasm that was threateningly approaching. Your hips try to move of their own accord against his lips, but Poe held you in place with his hands, only thrusting harder in response. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…I’m going to cum,” you whine desperately, reaching into his black locks to somehow get the hold you so desperately needed. He moaned tirelessly against your wet pussy, eating up everything he could. Your face contorted sweetly before you finally came with his name on your lips. Everything inside you tensed up before the wave rolled over you and you literally dragged yourself along with it, if it weren't for Poe, whose lips were still on you, but his eyes didn’t miss the movements on your face for a second. 

Breathless, you looked down to him and hauled him up to you by his brown curls. He gazed into your post-orgasm face, stroking your heated cheeks. Your lips immediately claimed his, tasting yourself on them. Your tongue licked away any remnants as he pushed down his pants. In some moments you've seen him shirtless, but now he was completely exposed. He was beautiful. Everything about him. You moved reverently over his defined shoulders, all the way to his slight set of abdominal muscles. He instinctively sucked in a breath as you traced the lines with your fingertips. Your name escaped him throaty, sending shivers down your spine. You glanced at his pretty cock, throbbing and ready. Your fingers wrapped around him, squeezing lightly, making the handsome man whimper slightly. You looked at him in surprise. You never expected a tone like that to come from his lips. You wanted to hear more of it, so you moved your fingers faster. His head fell back into his neck, teeth in his bottom lip as you made him feel good. You wanted to burn this moment into your brain. Drops coated your hand before you leaned forward and licked it with your tongue. Poe let out a growl and grabbed your hair, dragging you back harshly. You gazed up at him questioningly. “We’ll have to save that for another time…I want to feel you…” 

You can't be disappointed for long. Your pussy clenched around nothing as he says that. “Fuck me Poe...” you breathed against his lips as you pulled him down to you. Your legs just pushed further apart, signaling to him that you're more than ready. He was breathing heavily. “Nothing better than that…” he replied, pressing his cock against your entrance, collecting the wetness just to penetrate you in one fluid movement. A groan escaped both of you and Poe paused, gently pushing you onto your back. “Angel, you feel so good…I don’t know if I can last much longer,” he breathed thickly against you. You hugged his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I don’t care…I want you to let go.”

He groaned when you said that and started moving inside you at an unforgiving pace. It stole your breath away. You practically cling to him, kissing the salty skin of his collarbone as his thrusts became more intense and you panted indignantly against his skin. Poe's lips found yours again, tongues mingled. Everything felt too much. His cock was pulsating inside you, ramming the spongy part in your pussy that made you see stars. “Angel…fuck….I love you…” 

“I love you too…” you breathed back, kissing him again, moaning into his mouth as his hands cupped your breast. He lets go of your lips and instead starts taking your nipple between his teeth again. You were in heaven. His thrusts became more and more uncontrolled. You sensed how close he is to cumming. “Poe…cum for me. Cum in me,” you gasped, making him growl. “Nothing better than that Angel, i fill you up nice and full” 

The beautiful man in your arms gathered his last strength, thrusting into you a few more times before he tensed above you and finally came with your name on his lips. Heartbeats raced together as you cling to each other. Your fingers traced over his scalp as he slowly pulled out of you. Suddenly a wry smile spreads across his lips and before you could ask what he's planning to do, he slided further down and sinked his face back between your legs. Your eyes widened in surprise before he started licking you again, his cum leaking out of you... "Fuck, Poe...I-I can't take it anymore..." you breathed out desperately, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. “You’ve got one more left in you, baby,” he breathed against your pussy, continuing to lick the last bits of sanity out of your brain. Your legs were now on his shoulders while he abused your pussy like a madman. You winced as he sucked on your clit, gripping your thighs harshly. You felt the second orgasm approaching at breakneck speed. Everything inside you tensed as Poe continued to hold your clit between his lips as he watched your second orgasm wash over you with a grin. You practically screamed as everything took you away and you fell back. Your heart was racing, almost jumping out of your chest and yet the beautiful man was still lying between your legs. “Poe…no,” you say exhausted as you saw him about to start again. He laughed. “I just can’t get enough of it…enough of you” he replied, lapping at his lips. “Give me a break, you lunatic,” you grumbled, letting Poe gently clean you down below. 

“...but only a short one?” 

You threw a pillow at his face, which unfortunately he caught skillfully. The black-haired man lied in bed with you and pulled you into his arms. You sigh as you could hear his heartbeat, while laying on his chest. His rough fingertips traced your back. “I never thought I would really have you in my arms like this” 

You hummed in agreement. “Not in my wildest dreams” 

“You dreamed about me?” he teased you and you immediately regretted your statement. You didn’t reply, but now the pilot was too curious for his own good. “Tell me about your dreams or are they so embarrassing that you can’t tell me?” How could you ever refuse him the way he looked at you with his deep brown eyes? 

“You’re not going to let it go, are you?” 

His grin widened. “I think you know the answer…” He kissed the tip of your nose. “We can all try out your dreams too - ouch.” You pinched his nipple lightly, causing him to do the same in return. Laughing, you tried to free yourself from his grip, but he held you mercilessly. You probably won't get a restful sleep today, but that didn’t bother you. Finally you had him in your arms. 

[ninyard]

I don't know if you've taken this into account for your trial posts, but if the prosecution requested Kevin's/the house's phone record that day they could found out he called Wymack before the police. And that could not look Good especially with his deadpan 911 call

i had thought about this and i don’t think i’m going to mention it but it’s SUCH a striking point i actually love it. i wasn’t going to bring it up purely because i’m not putting kevin on the stand, but it’s such a good reason as to why i could put him on the stand. like perfect kevin day trying to explain why he’d seen a dead body and called wymack before anything else? and how that phone call went as well? what if they played it?

-

“Take a breath and spit it out, kid.” Wymack’s voice is getting more and more strained with every second that passes and Kevin just can't get the words dislodged from his throat. How could he, when all he could smell was blood, and alcohol, when all he could hear was Andrew’s voice in his head saying tell me again how I'm too unbalanced to understand normal brotherly affection and love.

“Something happened.” Kevin tries not to watch as Nicky’s parents pass him, faces pale and hands shaking. He can’t hold himself together, when he opens his mouth to explain, all that falls out is a muted sob accompanied by, “Oh, fuck, Coach, it’s really fucking bad.”

Kevin winced as he heard Nicky start to sob somewhere upstairs, and David must have heard it too, because his voice was much more serious when he asked, "Who's hurt?"

It's the perfect question, almost, but that doesn't make it easier to answer.

"Andrew."

“How hurt are we talking?”

“I don’t know.” Kevin’s chest is getting tight. Not right now. Not now. He takes in a shaky deep breath, as much air as he can muster. He continues, “Somebody’s dead.”

“Fuck, Kevin, who’s fucking dead?” He sounds angry. No, he’s worried, he’s terrified. Which one of my foxes is it?

“I don’t know.” He repeats. He watches as Nicky’s parent fuss over something in the kitchen. “I don't know, I don’t know.”

“Dead, how?” David says, before he says something, presumably to Abby. Kevin's breath comes in and out of his lungs in painful, jagged intervals. This is too much, he can't do this, he can't do this. “Kevin, I need you to talk to me.”

“Aaron.” He cant say the words. “Somebody was- oh my god.” He feels his chest tighten, and tighten, and tighten. A twisting stomach accompanied by a pounding chest and fuck, the smell of blood, and alcohol, and-

“Breathe.” David says again, like it’s really that simple. “You have to tell me what’s going on so I can help you, kid.”

“Call Betsy.” It’s the only thing he can think to say. But when he thinks of Bee, he thinks of Andrew, he thinks of the body lying upstairs. He thinks of- “I don’t know what to do, David.”

There’s a moment of silence, and David is forced to listen to Kevin’s quiet hyperventilating. “Is Aaron dead?”

Kevin almost laughs. “No.”

Wymack's sigh is gentle, but louder than anything else, the sound weighing on Kevin's shoulders like the secret he felt like he was keeping, the secret he felt like he couldn't share. It's not exasperation, no, his annoyance is not directed at Kevin's panic or inability to find the words. It's worry, it's fear, it's being too used to those kinds of phone calls. It's too soon after Allison's Seth is dead, Coach, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

“Is Andrew? Is Neil?”

“No.” He says. The words are right there, he tries to swallow them down hard, but they keep getting stuck in his throat. Just say it. Just say it.

"Nicky?" He's getting impatient. But Kevin knows it's not directed at him. It can't be. "Work with me, Kev. Just say it."

"Andrew's been...r-" The tears that threaten to spill out swell in his eyes, the tightness at the back of his throat manifesting in a sigh, an exhale of breath that he had been holding for far too long. Kevin shut his eyes so he couldn't look at Nicky's parents, and following a deep breath that he hoped would fix everything, he says, "Andrew's been raped, and Aaron killed the guy that did it."

The silence that follows goes on for hours, for far too long. For long enough that Kevin has to check that David hasn't hung up on him, for long enough that he starts to think about it all, all over again.

"Jesus Christ, Kevin." is all that David can muster, in this voice Kevin has only heard once before, as he sat sobbing in his hotel room with no plan and no reason to live. He stumbles through a hundred different questions until he lands on, "Have you called the cops yet?"

"No." Kevin admits with a guttural sob. He hasn't even thought about it. Well, he did, in some way, but his fingers hadn't even hesitated over David's contact number. It hurts so badly, all of these feelings, the image of Andrew, the image of Andrew, the image of Andrew. His protector. The person who kept him safe. This was never supposed to happen to him. This can't have happened. Not to him.

"Jesus fucking Christ, kid, get off the fucking phone," David's yell snaps him out of it. "Get it together, take a real deep breath, and call 911. Then call me back afterwards. Fuck, Kevin."

"Okay, Coach." Kevin says, as seriously as he can manage. Call 911 - An order, something to follow. Something to do. Something to be good at, to pretend for, a reason to shove his panic behind a plastic mask for a couple of minutes.

"Okay." Coach agrees and lets out another deep, hurt sigh. Another second or two pass, but Kevin feels frozen in place. The phone is stuck to his ear, the electronic hum and buzz the only thing keeping him from going back to the reality of Nicky's parent's house.

"Are you okay?" Coach asks, and Kevin shuts his eyes to inhale, before exhaling out anything that hurts. He's switched off, untouchable, numb and unfeeling. Kevin isn't there, inside of himself anymore. He can come back later.

"No," Kevin says, but it doesn't feel like the truth anymore, his voice flat, the back of his free hand wiping away a tear that had found its way out of his eyes. "But I'll call you back."

"Okay," Coach says again. "You better."

The phone call ends with three consecutive beeps. Kevin pulls it away from his ear, and stares for too long at the 911 he's typed into the keypad.

Do what you have to do.

Be who they need you to be.

"Hello, 911, what's your emergency?"

[desperate-gay]

mearps, "i can't believe after 3 years together this is the first time i'm ever learning this", kitchen at home

Family Recipe

Mary Earps x fem!reader

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’” Mary’s booming voice startles you, making you jump and almost drop the sharp knife you’re using to slice the food. “I scared ya didn’t I?” The taller girl chuckles, placing her hands on your hips and a kiss on your cheek.

“Yes, yes you did.” You huff in fake annoyance while playfully giving her a scolding look.

“Awe you’re so adorable all pouty.” Mary moves in a baby voice as one of her big hands reaches up and squeezes your cheeks. You quickly smack her hand away and mumble something under your breath as you turn your body back to the food.

“How was training?” The goalkeeper sighs, leaning against the counter while watching you do your thing.

“Exhausting, annoying, smelly, and any other adjectives I have missed. Besides that what are you stirring up over there, love?” Your girlfriend quirks an eyebrow and attempts to look over your shoulder only for her sight to still be blocked.

“I am starting to make my uncle’s signature pasta sauce so we can have some tonight.” You say, smiling at her giddy state when she starts clapping her hands in excitement.

At every family function your uncle brings his homemade pasta along with his sauce. Mary is always the first to get a plate and the first to get seconds. Nobody in the family knows the recipe besides your uncle, you, and your mom which makes Mary very jealous when you won’t share it with her.

The taller girl reappears behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and hugging you along with placing random kisses either on your shoulders, head, or cheek. You smile at her clingy behavior, enjoying being close to her after not seeing each other for most of the week.

“Y’know what?” You ask, turning around to face her.

“What?”

“Do you want to help me cook?” Mary looks even more confused considering she doesn’t know anything about how the dish is made.

“I can’t help because I don’t know how.” Your girlfriend huffs while crossing her arms, annoyed that you’re basically rubbing it in her face.

“I think it’s time I can teach you.” You let out a big squeal when the goalkeeper’s arms lift you up into the air and spin you around in glee. “Okay okay, calm down there, cowboy. I gotta be conscious to do so.” You tease which the other girl doesn’t notice from being too caught up putting on an apron she jokingly got for you one day.

“Chef Mary reporting for duty.” She stands tall while fake saluting, making you giggle at her determination and silly nature.

“Alright you goof, you can start by cutting those tomatoes over there.” You point over to the free area with the knife.

“I can’t believe after 3 years together, this is the first time I’m ever learning this.” The taller girl speaks with a certain eagerness and reaches for the veggie and fruit bowl.

“Mary, those are apples.”

A little while later all the ingredients are already in the pot and formed into the signature sauce. You scoop up a little with the wooden spoon and hold her hand under it in case anything spills while blowing to cool it off.

“Time for the final test. Try and see if it’s good.” You hold up the spoon, gesturing for her to open her mouth. Once she does, you angle it up into her mouth in an attempt to make it all in but some drips down the corner of your lips.

“God, that’s so delicious I’ll never get over it.” She groans at the taste immediately wanting more.

“You got a little something right there.” You smile while wiping the remains of the dressing off her chin. While trying to gather it off her face, you don’t notice the loving expression she has while staring down at you. “There you go, my love.” You say, sucking it off your thumb before you swiftly get pulled in for a time-stopping kiss.

The kiss is so unbelievably tender and sweet that you almost faint. You can tell how much love is being poured into it just by the feeling of her lips and her hand cradling your face. Once air becomes a problem, you pull away reluctantly while staring at each other in awe.

“Wow.” You whisper, placing your hands over hers that still rest on your face.

“I love ya. I love ya so so so much.” She finalizes her statement with another big kiss on your lips. In your head, you know that this is forever. No one besides family can know the secret recipes and now she’s your family.

[amordixon]

𖥔 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𖥔

summary ; rafe begins to push you away when he realises the true nature of his feelings towards you.

pairing ; rafe cameron x pogue!fem!reader

notes ; this series will contain mature themes, such as : p in v sex, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), swearing, physical altercations, potential nightmares and anxiety, arguments, drinking and drugs. if i forgot any please let me know.

do not transfer, translate or share my work to any other sites.

love is a complicated thing. it could either make you feel like the happiest person alive, or it could, to put it plainly, destroy you.

it was daunting to love someone that was as far out of your reach that even the prospect of it was unimaginable. that the thought alone of being able to hold them in your arms and know for sure that they felt the same way seemed far less likely than for you to reach up into the night sky and touch the stars that littered it.

and yet, the worst part, was having experienced the love that they were so capable of giving and knowing that it would never be real because you were from two different worlds, and you would never be good enough in their eyes.

these were the sort of thoughts that had tormented your mind as you watched rafe from across the room. his stature stiffens as he says those four words, declaring your presence an issue, and your heart falls heavy.

you felt as though your whole world had stopped spinning, but the bustling chatter from the crowd downstairs reminds you otherwise.

panic slowly begins to settle in, and you find yourself second-guessing your actions before turning on your heel and motioning back towards the door. your hand reaches for the handle, but stops when you feel the cool metal between your fingers.

you weren't entirely sure what you wanted to say to rafe, but you knew you had to say something.

"is that really all you have to say?" your voice is shaky as you grit your teeth, your fist softly pressing against the wooden door before dropping your hand and turning back to him.

rafe slowly looks to you. his eyes reddened from the alcohol he had consumed, but at least this time, he doesn't look away. he stares you right in the eye, and with a slight slur in his words, he extends his arms out to his sides and says, "and what exactly were you expecting?"

"oh, i don't know. maybe you could start with an explanation? maybe you could tell me why you've been avoiding me all day? declining my calls and ignoring my texts?" you bit down on your lip, fighting the mixture of anger, bewilderment and distress that was coursing through you.

"i don't know what you're talking about," he shakes his head, a smug smile on his lips.

"don't lie to me!"

your sudden outburst spreads fear in his eyes. "shh! do you want someone to hear you?" he whispers loudly, waving his hand at the door out of frustration.

"well, i'm clearly not getting any answers from you. maybe someone else will?" it was a threat. you were threatening him, and he knew you meant it.

he takes a seat on the bench in the middle of the room now, his steps a little staggered, and lets out a sigh as he does. he removes his gaze from you, burying his face in his hands and you can't help but notice the way his leg had begun to slightly bounce out of what was most likely nerves.

despite the annoyance you were feeling towards him and everything he had put you through - the constant mixed signals, the blatant ignoring and then refusing to admit he had done so - you could see that something was really bothering him.

"i can't... " he exhales, shaking his head. "i can't let this... us... you... jeopardise everything."

a sigh of disbelief falls from your lips as your brows inch together, "might i remind you that you were the one that asked me to stay last night? you were the one that initiated it, and you were the one that risked us getting caught. so don't you dare think for a second that i'm going to take the blame for whatever repercussions follow."

"i know, okay? i know that this is all my fault," he says flatly. it was the first time he had ever admitted that he was wrong.

"well, since we're admitting things. there's something you need to know," you say timidly, knowing full well that what you were about to tell him was really going to push him over the edge. "... sarah knows."

rafe's head snaps in your direction, and you watch the fear in his eyes multiply as he swallows hard, "what do you mean 'sarah knows'?"

"she heard us last night, well, specifically... me," you knew you shouldn't have, but you couldn't stop the slight smirk from tugging at the corner of your lips as you recall what exactly had caused sarah to hear you. "she doesn't know it was me, just that you had a girl in your room."

"fuck," he bellows, pushing himself back onto his feet and begins pacing. he brushes his hands across his buzzed head, letting them stop at the back of his neck as he takes in a deep breath.

then, out of nowhere, he slams his fits into one of the lockers. the blow causes you to jolt back in shock as you let out a small yelp. silence quickly fills the room as you try to process rafe's reaction, leaving you to wonder why he was so adamant about keeping you a secret, if not just for the fact that you were a pogue by choice.

it was the first time you had ever seen him so angry, so frightened, and not just at the situation, but at himself too.

it was no secret that rafe wasn't an angel - he was far from it. but he had never once shown this sort of aggression in front of you before, and it only made you worry even more about the consequences of people finding out.

his face contorts into a series of emotions as he leans his head against the locker. the regret he felt was evident in his actions and the look on his face. he hated the fact that he had let himself be vulnerable with you, something he had sworn he could never do, and now it was coming back to bite him in the ass.

"rafe..." you approach him cautiously. not because you were scared or worried that he would hurt you, you already knew he would never, but you didn't want to startle him. he was deep within his thoughts, mumbling words of deprecation to himself. "rafe... it's going to be okay."

"how? how could you possible know that?" he tilts his head to the side, jaw tightening once again. "how the hell are we-"

rafe is interrupted by the sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway outside, followed by multiple voices. he quickly urges towards you, clasping a hand firmly over your mouth and a tiny gasp escapes.

and yet, despite the security outside, his sudden closeness doesn't go by unnoticed. you want to move, to pull away, but his gaze is binding you to him, and a shaky breath leaves your lips. just loud enough for him to hear as his eyes flicker across your own.

he raises a finger to his lips, gesturing you to be quiet, and you simply give in and nod as you wait.

eventually, the footsteps recede, and so do the voices. rafe heaves a relieved sigh, lowering his hand, but the intensity of his gaze remains. and still, neither of you dare to move.

it took you until then to notice that the two of you were panting quietly, and with each breath, your bodies pressed against each other with the remnants of adrenaline lingering in the air. you weren't entirely sure when rafe had put his hands on your waist, but they held onto you with such urgency that it felt almost desperate.

"rafe, what are-" you almost choke on your words, but before you could get another out, he interrupts you by pressing a hard impassioned kiss to your lips. you're too shocked to reciprocate, and he pulls away before you can even think to do so yourself.

a shiver of anticipation runs through you at his touch, and after a moment, you meet him halfway in another heated kiss. the second your lips touch, you feel sparks exploding in your chest, and you lean into it more as rafe responds with more intensity.

wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, he runs his hands down your hips as he backs you into the lockers. one of his hands runs down your thigh before hoisting it up, letting it curl around his waist, igniting you with ecstasy. your body feels electric.

"y/n," you hear your name in the back of his throat, and suddenly your mind runs away from you, idly, reminding you of why you had risked getting caught to follow him up the stairs in the first place, and you're enveloped with irritation.

"wait, rafe. stop," you turn your face away from him, and he's quick to respond. he pulls himself away just as you had asked despite the confusion laced in his features. "i can't do this. i can't - i can't keep letting myself fall into your trap."

he backs away for a beat, opening his mouth to speak but closes it as you fix your dress and make yourself presentable again. you look to him with a softening expression and say, "i need to know why you did it. why did you ask me to stay if you were just going to leave? was it because of me? were you ashamed of waking up beside me?"

"what? no- that's not..." rafe immediately tries to shut the accusations down and his brows furrow with denial.

"then why? was it all just a part of your plan to mess with my head?" he reaches for your hands, but you pull them away before he can make contact and sniff back the tears that had pooled in the corners of your eyes. "do you have any idea what it felt like to wake up alone in your bed?"

"y/n, i-"

"or to make me think that somewhere deep down you might actually feel something for me only to just get hurt even more?"

"fuck, y/n. no. i don't know- i don't..." his fingers trail across his brows nervously as he begins pacing again. "you just... you get inside my head, and then i can't... i can't stop thinking about you, and it's killing me, okay? but we can't... i can't-"

"-can't admit that what's going on between us is real?"

his eyes widen in what you can only assume to be recognition, "y/n, you know that i can't do that. it wouldn't be-"

"-don't you dare try and tell me that it wouldn't be right. i am tired of feeling like the dirty laundry you kick under your bed. i want to be with you, rafe, but i can't do that unless you finally admit to yourself that-"

"please, stop," his voice comes out softer, a pained expression on his face.

you always knew that rafe struggled when it came to ward, but you also always had a hunch that something bigger was going on than just a son wanting to impress his father. it's why rafe had been so set on you being a secret.

"you want me to stop? fine. i'll stop..." you pause for a moment. "…if you can look me in the eye and tell me that everything we've been through, every late-night confession, every secret, every intimate moment, meant nothing to you. because the only way that i am ever going to be able to let this go is if i know there's nothing left to hold onto."

where you expected rafe to look you in the eye and tell you to your face that your time together and the feelings he swore he didn't have for you was all nothing but a figment of your imagination, he doesn't. instead, he sighs loudly and runs his hand over his head as he clenches his eyes closed.

"just say it, rafe. tell me that none of this was real, and i'll leave you alone. for good."

"i fucking can't, okay!" he retorts, smothering his face with his hands.

a relieved sigh falls from you at the same time the locker room door bursts open and in walks one of the security guards. he stares at the two of you, taking in your appearance with a smug smirk on his lips before pressing a button on the walkie-talkie in his hand.

"you were right. i'm bringing them down now," he says into the small device before gesturing for the two of you to follow him out the door. "alright, you two. let's go."

"listen, i’m sure you know who my father is, so if this doesn't play out discreetly, then there's going to be a lot of issues," rafe steps towards the man, and he eyes the boy up and down before eventually nodding.

rather than leading you back downstairs, the man lets the two of you leave unaccompanied. rafe strolls out of the room and towards the stairs, but you quickly match his pace.

"rafe, we-"

"-not now. i'll call you later," he cuts you off, grabbing onto your arm and coming to a standstill in the middle of the staircase. you couldn't believe it. after what had just happened upstairs, he was going right back to how things were before by pretending you didn't exist when everyone else was around.

"you're unbelievable," you pull your arm free and head down the rest of the stairs alone and just when you think you've successfully returned to the party without anyone the wiser, you see sarah, jj and john b waiting just across the hall.

"hey, where did you run off to? kie and i were looking for you everywhere," sarah exclaims, oblivious to the fact that her brother was only ten steps behind you.

the panic coursing through you was like nothing you had ever felt before, but you had to play it cool. "yeah. i just needed to freshen up, and the line to the bathroom was too long. why don't we go and-"

"holy shit," jj says, his gaze focused just behind you, but you didn't have to turn around to know that it was rafe they were looking at. the worst part was that if jj could figure it out, then you had no doubt that the others had too.

"oh my, god. you found her!" you hear kie's voice before you see her, and then she and pope rush up the hall. "hey, what are you guys... looking at..." her voice fades as she too takes in the sight of you and rafe.

despite your promises that everything was going to be okay, you knew your greatest fear and nightmares had just become a reality.

[dollyhao]

loser!ellie x mean!reader

you and ellie go to a party and ellie gets jealous (smut, drunk jealous ellie, clingy ellie, cunnilingus (r!receiving))

this is why ellie usually says no when you invite her out, you practically threaten her to go this party with you just for you to run off with your friends. now she’s leaned against a wall drinking by herself cause she doesn't know anyone here besides you. she watches as you dance with one of your friends. they're hands on your hips and your smiling and laughing. ellie can't help but be jealous, your friends don't like her and your oblivious to this fact. especially the person your dancing with, she knows exactly what they're thinking since she’s thinking the same thing, you look so good in that dress that she bought you.

ellie downs the rest of her drink going to go get more. you watch her walk off and excuse yourself to follow her. you don’t understand why she hasn’t come up to ask you to dance yet. you wore the dress she bought you and you even wore those heels that likes.

you find ellie pouring more liquor in her cup, “ellie what are you doing,” you sigh snatching the cup from her. she looks at you with her eyebrows scrunched up, pouting. “dont worry about it.” she says reaching for her cup back. you hold it out of her reach. “why didnt you come dance with me?” you put her cup down, not trying to hide your annoyance with her. "you looked like you were having a great time without me," she shrugs her shoulders as she reaches for her cup. you roll your eyes at her statement and grabbing her hand to pull her out the house for some fresh air.

you pull your phone out ordering you two an uber back to your place. you turn back to find ellie with her hands tucked in her jacket pocket, gazing at you with glassy eyes. "what?" she stays silent for a minute just staring and listening to cars drive by before saying, “you look so pretty in your dress.” she pulls you closer, wrapping her arms around your waist and kissing the corner of your mouth.

“ellie, we're in public,” you say placing your hands on her shoulders. she ignores you, kissing her way down your neck. your phone pings saying that your uber was here. and you turn to find the car before dragging ellie over to it. you open the door pushing her into the car climbing in after her. ellie is on you, kissing on your neck, tickling you with her warm breath, fumbling to get your dress up so she can get to your legs.

“ellie, wait until we get home.” your voice a little shaky. “i don’t wanna wait.” she says biting at the column of your throat. you look up to see the male driver looking through rear view mirror. you push ellie off all the way signaling to the driver. ellie, seemingly just now realizing the car wasn't driving itself, pulls away from you and waits patiently till your home like a good chastised puppy.

you climb out the car and walking towards your place with ellie following like a little puppy. you open the door to your place tossing your bag on the floor as ellie closes the door. she turns around and grabs you by your neck kissing you slow and messy, all tongue and spit being exchanged between you two. your breaths mixing with each others as you begin to breathe heavy. ellie backs you up against the wall, not pulling away from your lips for a second. she reaches her hand down to pull your dress up to your hips.

she's kissing down your neck and kneading your ass. “did it feel good when someone else was touching you?” she whispers into the crock of your neck. you shake your head frantically throwing your head back, “never.” ellie drops to her knees pulling your panties down to ya ankles tossing them somewhere. she puts your leg over her shoulder. moving in to taste you before she moaning at your taste.

you moan holding your dress up with one hand with ellie's hair in your other, “ohmy-! harder.” you tug on her hair trying to pull her closer. ellie’s tongue is prodding at your entrance, her nose bumping at your clit. you moan out looking down at her, her head is hidden under your dress that you must have dropped. you pull your dress back up and see her with her eyes squeezed shut, whining as she pants against you, her warm breath making you even more sensitive to her actions. ellie sucks at your clit; fucking you with two fingers while her other hand trails down to her clothed cunt.

she puts her hand in her pants fucking herself on her fingers. “ellie i’m gonna cum.” you throw your head back pulling on her hair, hard. ellie lets out lewd moans fucking you faster, grinding on her hand, completely turned on by the sound of your mewls. you cream on ellie's tongue, back arching off the wall your against while ellie massages your ass. once you catch your breath you shove ellie back with your foot that’s over her shoulder. ellie stumbles completely dazed with her hand still in her pants, cumming on her fingers looking you right in your eye.

“i can’t believe you were fingering yourself while fucking me,” you look at her astonished, “that’s pathetic ellie” you say giggling. she looks at you wide eyed before shyly asking if she can spend the night.

"well i cant kick you out drunk, can i?" before leading her to your bedroom.

[pollux-starsz]

as i was working on a beach day writing for @wyervan 's dca slasher au (check them out btw!!!! :D) i had the impulse to draw out the outfit Kalamela is wear throughout the entire thing (because im awesome and i did NOT make Smoon flustered over her for no reason in this writing, which is yet to be finished , I'm procrastinating..)

I absolutely adore how I did the coloring for this one! Also I'm getting better at shoes XD

Rambles below the cut!!

- So, I had this little thought about Kalamela's cooking. I kept thinking, she doesn't have as big as a sweet tooth as people would think. But she LOVES savory and spicy food, so I think she'd like to try different spices with Moonie. There hasn't been a time yet where it's too much but who's to say she won't burn her tastebuds one day.

- Since she's living with them, (save her) I can't help but think she would be very upset with the Slasher boys if her pets announce the slightest amount of annoyance towards them. She WILL make them get treats for her babies.

- She paints her nails a lot, so I think she'd paint Sun's as well!! Not that he has a choice, she needs to know how the colors look.

- Her and Moon playing DDR except it ends in a brawl because Moon lost (not surprising but Sun did make them both clean the arcade afterwards).

- I keep picturing Moon having an odd interest in gum. He just likes the different types of flavours, textures or just how they look.

- Sun's over working ass getting sick and being taken care of by Kalamela but cue Moon making fun of him for being coddled.... He also got sick two days later from Sun so now BOTH of them are being coddled. Kalamela doesn't like it, she thinks they should both do their shit themselves but thanks to her heart of gold and 3 containers of ice cream waiting for her in the fridge, she pushes on.

- Do not let Kalamela dress them in her choice of clothing style(s). It happened as an attempt many times, but when she finally got them to actually wear the outfits (out in public as well), she was ignored for about a week. Mostly by Moon, Sun actually took a liking to it all.

- She made them wear one of her dresses and try on a few skirts. Moon and Sun bickered over who could rock it more. The answer is both of them, by the way.

- Kalamela got sick for a full two months during winter and the boys schedule consisted of "Wake Kalamela", " Feed Kalamela (and fail)", "Wake Kalamela", "Get Kalamela out of the bedroom (50/50 attempt)", "Give up (She wouldn't budge)", "Continue with our day (They also gave up with her bullshit)".

- Kalamela speaks entire conversations with them in Czech and they can't do anything but smile and nod. Moon can pick up a few words and Sun.. can really only make out what sounds like a curse word.

- Mango learned to say Sun and Moon's names and never shuts up. Moon likes it until he's sleeping and gets woken up, Sun got fed up within the first hour.

- Moon, when he was drunk, also got Kalamela drunk. Which then led to them running out into those large, open grass areas off the side of highways. Yes, Sun had to supervise them.

- Kalamela doesn't understand U.S. currency sometimes, despite now living in the U.S. for years now. Sun and Moon both help to convert the currency difference for her, she always feels bad that they need too. Doesn't stop her from complaining about the prices, of course!

- Moon is so smitten for her, he bought her too many flower bouquets for her birthday. She kept them all and also planted a few of them outside her house! Sun still thinks he needs to chill, if you ignore his list of 500 Valentine's Day gifts to get her. Obviously, Moon is the more crazy one! Totally not Sun! How could he ever!

- They all sit on the couch eating pizza and fries on Sunday's. They watch random TV channels until they all fall asleep or end up complaining about their day.

- Sun and Moon visit Crystal Cove so often that they both have their own little discount and have keys to the building. They get to thank Kalamela for that one.

Bonus doodles of her because I was practicing poses and perspective (kill me now)