#i continue with my day finger hurting so badly i couldn't write

[junovae]

can you write about the sexy fish man (you know the one)

why yes of course i know which sexy fish man you're talking about!

soft hits, hard truths

sebastian solace x reader ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ slight nsfw

artwork: artwork is NOT mine. art is by @grub-hut on tumblr. go check out their work. sebastian mf solace, everyone

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

summary: after a misunderstanding, sebastian refuses to let you go to bed angry with him. determined to make amends, he begrudgingly starts a pillow flight.

cw: sebastian solace x reader, fluff-ish, suggestive themes of intimacy (MDNI), sebastian is bad at comforting, he tries anyways, you've known him for a few weeks now, a sort of romantic relationship is already established between you two, his shop has a shower and spare mattress in the back, thank goodness he had soap and pajamas, amends are made if you know what i mean

wc: 916

a.n: in honor of beating pressure and sacrificing my posture in order to do it, cheers.

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water droplets fall onto the cement floor as you wring the rest of your wet hair dry. fortunately, sebastian solace had allowed you to stay in his shop for the rest of the night after a day of running from the monsters of the hadal blacksite. unfortunately, you had just found out that he was the primary reason you were being chased by said monsters in the first place.

you walk out of the barely functioning restroom into a cozy little cubby-space just behind his shop. sebastian watched you dry the rest of your hair as you walked towards a broken mirror and started combing through it with your fingers. fuck, he thought to himself. he so badly wanted to be the one to brush the rest of your hair just so you didn't have to lift a finger. but of course he wasn’t going to say that out loud.

"will you talk to me?" he mumbled under his breath, making his way towards you. you eye him from the mirror but continue doing what you're doing. you feel his presence behind you and sure enough, you watch him lean down and rest his forehead against your shoulders.

you smelled like vanilla. you smelled like the vanilla he used to smell during the winter holidays and it was driving him insane. "i'm sorry, okay?" he whispers. now this caught your attention. "did the sebastian solace just say the words 'i'm sorry' to me?" you turn around and walk towards the makeshift bed. he follows you. "i don’t believe it.” a sigh escapes your lips, plopping down onto the mattress and covering yourself with the blanket. you turn away from him.

“i didn’t mean for things to turn out this way- well, okay i did, but i didn’t expect meeting you midway through my plans.” sebastian scratches the back of his neck, staring at your figure. “fishbait, if you hadn’t crawled through the vents and into my shop, i wouldn’t care who gets eaten by those monsters. but you did, and now it sucks seeing you get hurt because now i…”

he trailed off, his voice catching. shit, this was hard. years of solitude and roaming the dreadful cold hallways of his captors’ prison had hardened his heart. he didn’t expect it to happen, but your presence and excessive bantering had brought back an excitement in him (though he would always mask it off with annoyance). all sebastian knew was that even though life sucked, seeing you made it suck less. he couldn’t take it anymore. he needed to hear your voice again. the void of silence between the two of you was starting to create an atmosphere of distance. he couldn't care less if the world hated him, he hated it back. but there was no way in hell he would allow you to look at him with such loathing. panic settling in him, sebastian impulsively does something that catches you off-guard. he grabs the nearest soft pillow and throws it in your direction. it hits your face.

you quickly turn around and sit up to shoot him a sharp glare, pillow now in hand. “are you serious?” you seethe.

“i’m dead serious,” he said, grabbing another pillow. “you’re mad at me? fine. but you’re not shutting me out.” before you could react, he throws a second pillow. this time, it lands in your lap.

he notices a flicker of something crossing your face - anger, disbelief, and… maybe a hint of amusement.

“big mistake,” you shoot him a sly smile.

you launch the pillow in his direction and suddenly, there was war. more pillows flew, tension unraveling with each hit. the both of you were laughing now, dodging attacks and running around the small room. it wasn’t fair that he was larger than you in size but you could make do. and plus, he was extra careful in making sure not to hit you too hard. and here in this moment, seeing another side of him, you realize that you could never stay mad at sebastian solace for too long.

tired from the fight, you trip onto the mattress and fall backwards. he follows suit and lands on top of you, your faces inches apart, panting and out of breath. he supports himself with one arm as he gazes at you with an unreadable expression. “do you forgive me?” he whispers, breathless. the room was a mess, but your silence had been broken.

you plant a soft kiss on his forehead. it was truly unfortunate that the both of you were placed in this prison against your wills, but you knew that he would never intentionally hurt you. “i forgive you.”

oh fuck, he melted. impulsively, he slides one of his hands behind your back and pulls you closer to him, taking your mouth in his, kissing you fervently. your arms tighten around his neck, kissing him deeper, soft moans and grunts replacing the silence. in a heated frenzy, you guide one of his hands downwards. he grumbles as he lifts your shirt up, trailing wet kisses down your stomach.

you smile, feeling the warmth of his mouth. “to make up for you nearly killing me, does this mean i get a discount at your shop tomorrow?”

he laughed, a warm, deep and genuine sound that softened the space between you. “i’d give you a discount every day for free, fishbait… but this,” he whispers sliding down your pajamas, “this is just a huge bonus.”

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[missdaytonawrites]

liar • a. anderson

summary - manny and abby find you alone one night and take you back to the stadium, abby does everything in her power to swallow her feelings about you. even if it means pushing boundaries and lying. (enemies 2 lovers w/ abby's mean ass.)

WC - 4k

cw/tw - 18+ MDNI, post!outbreak abby, mean!abby, afab!reader, talk of guns and infected, seriously abby's unreasonably bitchy, talk of alcohol, abby cannot tell the truth to save her life, dom/sub dynamics, hurt/comfort kinda??? fingering (r! receiving) getting caught (if u squint girl, not really) apologetic!abby. slightly, every-so-barely, for a literal split-second... sub!abs, (mainly sub!r tho..) spitting, tribbing ooooh, abby smokes cigarettes, so does r! apparently, little bit of fluff, i kinda hate the ending?? maybe a pt. II to this will happen idk don't ask lol.

A/N - ..heeey people... here it is!!! i recently (like two days ago recently) gained a pretty serious injury on my pinky toe and i've been literally bed-ridden so i had no choice but to get this out. i love this song, i've heard this song live, this song is so request-this-is-based-on coded so!!!! (*edit* nonnie if u see this i hope u love it mwah) i kid you not i started writing this on the two-hour drive home from the paramore concert and i've just now finished it. i'm super personally proud of this and i will say -- YOU 100% HAVE GOT TO, LISTEN TO THE SONG WHEN YOU READ. with most of my other fics, it's really optional but for this?/!:?):!; put headphones in, turn this song on loop, AND THEN READ!!! it will completely enhance the fic. thanks 4 readin as always, love you crazy bitches.

"love is not an easy thing to admit, but i'm not ashamed of it."

this was fucking gross, the dirt was cold and wet. bordering on mud status and now seeping into the cloth of your shorts & t-shirt as you lay into the earth. you were tired and just needed some rest before you continued on. the old abandoned house you had been using as shelter became over-ran with some infected while you were out one day. so it was back to the forest floor for now.

gross, cold, and wet. the way she had found you, curled up and fast asleep on the ground, she almost wished that she felt bad. she didn’t though, instead for a split second she forgot manny had been following behind her as she took the barrel of her gun to press into the side of your face. she pressed in a little harder and you shot awake at the feeling of something touching your teeth through your cheek. your eyes fly open and they’re met with two shadowy figures above you.

one is a lot larger than the other, the one who had been poking you with the gun crouched down to get a better look at you. through her inspection, manny could be heard behind her muttering something about “we can’t just leave her here, abs.” abby didn’t really care for what he was saying, instead she was silently cursing herself for the emotion that began to crowd her train of thought. abby had toughened herself up enough so these sorts of things wouldn’t happen. she, or the rest of the WLF couldn't afford any emotional attachments. abby didn't need to be going out and developing crushes on sleeping beauties in the woods. yet here she was…

maybe that's why she grew to detest you so severely. treating you so harshly so her mask didn't slip, it was the only way for her. especially the night they found you. she couldn’t even begin to fathom how badly she wanted to just grab you up, take you back to clean you off and keep you safe with the rest of them. instead, she shook you (and manny’s new found excitement, like they found a stray puppy) off, pulling her gun away from your face and stepping about eight feet far from you to speak with manny.

it was back and forth the entire time, manny weighing in all the pros while abby lays out all the cons. true childish banter begins to ensue and abby begrudgingly agrees to bring you back with manny, claiming he’ll “deal with any consequences.” they walk back over to where you lay, awake and pissed. you had just started to fall asleep for fucks sake, “look, you’re coming with us. don't argue and just be grateful that it's we who ran across your ass and not some raider." abby sighs then pinches the bridge of her nose, you would like to argue but the darker haired one looks rather excited for you to be coming, so you bite your tongue for now.

it had been six months since that night… six months of falling in love with your new life at the stadium, six months of manny becoming the closest friend you’ve ever known, six months of training.. six months of a total cold shoulder from abby. you didn't even know if you could call it that, lord knows she never spared her snarky comments towards you at dinner or when the two of you got paired together on runs. always saying something about how you never do anything right, then carrying on while she tells you all the reasons they should've just left you there in the forest to rot.

you take on each day with your head high, trying not to let abby bother you. even if you couldnt seem to crack her fucking issue with you, reminding yourself that everyone else enjoys you and is glad you joined them. especially manny, he was a great pal, always sitting with you at dinner and reading with you. one night he had pulled you out of your book and talked you into having a drink with him, so you did. the two of you passed the bottle back and forth all night, intoxicating yourself enough to blab about abby.

“i just don’t fuckin’ get it, i guess.” taking another swig, you chuckle and hand manny the bottle back. “maybe i just see myself differently than she does.” he looks like he’s thinking and before he can say anything you start again, “does she talk about me? i mean, have i done anything to her that i’m just oblivious to?” manny doesn't say anything, just throws back whatever is left in the whiskey bottle and looks at you sympathetically.

“she doesn't really talk to anyone about things like that, maybe you did.. nobody will ever know.” you sigh and cross your legs. you and manny enjoy the silence for awhile before there’s some shuffling to the side of you two and then just like magic, there’s abby. rearing her mean little head like she heard you twos conversation. much to your chagrin, she did and as she takes her seat next to manny she whacks his shoulder and grumbles something along the lines of “couldn't save any for me..?”

abby's presence captures all of manny's attention while she talks him into going to grab another bottle, you sit uncomfortably and slightly tipsy as she finally convinces him. he gives you a little salute before heading off, leaving you and abby alone. you feel the liquor drop like an anchor in your stomach and your eyelids become heavy, you suddenly aren't sure how much longer you wanna stay.. where did she come from? if she was listening, why? you could have sworn manny said everyone else was out for the night..?

you’re so deep in thought that you don't notice abby has moved closer to you, and has been slowly muttering in your ear this whole time. it isn’t until she is literally snapping her fingers in front of your face, that you pull yourself out of your trance. when you turn to look her in the eyes, you notice just how close she had gotten. taking a sharp breath she starts again, even slower this time, like you wouldn't understand if she were to say it any faster. “i don’t see you differently, i see you for what the fuck you are… n’ i can’t say i’m the biggest fan”

you swallow and feel as if you’ve shrunk beneath her very gaze, “keep my fucking name out of your mouth, got it?” subconsciously scooting away from her, you nod quickly and avert your gaze. she snaps again, and your eyes shoot back to hers. “say it. tell me that you got it through your goddamn head,” and she moves closer. “now!” you squeak out a shaky “got it!” before standing and making your exit. on your leave, you can hear abby laugh at the situation from down the hall.

she has never taken something that far before? you can’t even recall a time she’s been that close to you before. guilt starts to float around you like a cloud above your head. you cannot believe you let her bother you so much that you left without saying a “good night.” or “thank you!” to manny.

flopping face-down on your cot, you conjure an idea; you rummage through all of your belongings to find some pen and paper. you write manny an explanatory note and let him know a little about what happened.

finishing up your letter, you can faintly hear him and abby laughing from your room.

“ah, abs.. you’ll have to get over yourself and tell her eventually.” he sighs and you can hear abby hiss at the thought. “nah man, i’ve already-” and then you remember how shes made you feel before, you decide you’re done eavesdropping and suddenly decide to no longer give manny the piece of paper you had been writing him. crumpling the note, you throw it at the wall and lay down to read.

an entire two weeks pass, you can confidently say you’ve not once thought about abby. her lack of kindness fails to phase you as the days pass. you’ve stopped eating with the group, opting for meals in your room instead. you’ve only really talked with manny only enough to ensure you and abby aren't partnered up for anything. it was smooth sailing for another two weeks, a whole fucking month passes and you cannot believe she’s really left you alone. you honestly didn't think she was capable, but alas, she hadn't even barely looked your way. you can’t help but let your mind race before you sleep about why? was she respecting your request? had manny scolded her? you remembered what manny had told you and settled with the fact that you’d never know.

one night, as you make your bed and pack your bag for the week, there's a quick rasp of knuckles on your door. “heeeeey! i know you’re in here, let me in.” manny, and he sounded drunk. unlocking the door and rolling your eyes, he stumbles in and flops down on your freshly made cot. “we have got to taaaalk..” he hiccups and rolls over to face you, “i need to know, please-” burping and then bursting out in laughter he rubs his eyes and sits up. “what reeealllyy happened that ni-ght.” you didn't think you could roll your eyes back any further than they did at that very moment, practically dismissing him you say: “i don't know what you’re talking about, what night?” burping, he looks at you like you’ve lost it, “c’mon, don't do that. i just want to know if she's telling me the truth…”

in that moment, your head whips around and you’re sure your eyes bugged out of your head. “the truth? what did she say happened?” manny matches the shocked expression on your face for a split second and then erupts in laughter, you worry for what he’s about to say. “look, don’t let this- this, don't tell her i said this.” swallowing and moving closer to him, you sit on the cot with manny while he tells you this extravagant story all about what “happened” that night.

apparently, that night, you told abby to her face that you thought she had a problem with you. apparently, on that same night you also caught an attitude with abby and got in her face. apparently, you stormed off in a drunken rage after allegedly jumping all over her case.

furious, you were so fucking mad. there were simply no words in the goddamned english dictionary to fathom how angry you were with her. she lied! right through her teeth! to manny of all people! about you! there was no holding back anymore, returning to the moment, you spare no gory details as you tell manny what really happened. to say the least? he wasnt very happy, you told him you were scared of her and didnt say anything sooner because you swore to “keep her fucking name out of your mouth.”

the conversation sobered manny up enough for him to apologize on abby's behalf and then exit rather quickly, leaving you to go to bed. you just can’t justify falling asleep, though. not until you make a plan, to your knowledge abby has no reason to be treating you the way she is; the only thing to do now is talk to her. you can be civil, at this point you just need to know why. so in a futile attempt to sleep, you rehearse with yourself what you’re going to say to abby tomorrow.

you wake up to bright sun, bam, right there in your eyes. you practically hiss and you turn away from your window, regaining your vision when your senses are flooded with an overwhelming scent of pine… you thought you were having a stroke, so you sit up and take in your surroundings. upon further inspection, and the realization that you’re definitely not having a stroke, you look around your space and low and behold..

there’s abby. hair falling loosely about her shoulders, still in her pajamas, sitting there just as annoying as the sun. you see her and glare, the tone of your morning immediately shifts and you turn away from her the same way you did with the morning light. grumbling something at her about how she needs to leave and how you two would do this later. you thought your point had been made until she grabs your arm and stops you from laying back down.

“look, i seriously can’t do this anymore.” she pulls you hard enough that you’re sitting up again. “i feel so fucking guilty, i don’t think i could even put it into words.” you almost laugh in her face, actually. “can’t do what anymore, abby? walk around and spew nothing but hate for me?” you realize how close she is and you reach out to shove her. putting some distance between the two of you, she opens her mouth to speak again but you interrupt her. “is it the whole lying to manny thing that made the guilt finally kick in, anderson?”

she returns to her spot in the chair on the far side of your room and sits, she chews her cheek while you rub your eyes. “don’t got anything to say now, huh?” she looks at you like she wants you to finish.. so you do. “i told you to go away, abby. we could’ve handled this later.” she stands up and walks over, sitting and occupying the empty space on your mattress next to you.

“i can’t keep living like this. fuck, fuck!” she shouts and stands, wiping her hands on her forehead. “i don’t know how to do this, and you aren't making it any easier.” you are genuinely astonished, in utter disbelief that she’s the angry one and that you’re gonna have to spell this out for her. “how about sorry? maybe go tell manny yourself that you are a fucking liar?!”

in that very moment, smoke might as well of blown out of her ears like a damn cartoon, “yeah. a liar.” she huffs and sits again. “lied to manny, lied about wanting you to keep my name out of your mouth.. lied about hating you.”

your jaw dropped, mouth literally hanging open as she continues, “i don’t know why, there’s no excuse. i am so fucking sorry.” she moves closer to you and puts her hand on your arm, gentler this time. “i haven’t said this to anyone in years, but i think i love you.” gazing down to her hand on you, then back up to her eyes you swallow the lump sitting in your throat. you don’t know what to say.

“abby, i,” you sigh and chew your lip, “i wish i knew what to say, this is all-” and then her hand moves up, silencing you when her thumb swipes over the expanse of your lips and then rests at the corner of your mouth. she leans into you and offers you two more words, “don’t talk..” then closes the gap between you two.

your lips are like heaven, everything she could have ever wanted. every night when she would fall asleep dreaming of them, this is it and more. she feels like she is fucking floating. she doesn't know what to do with her hands; they tangle in your hair, slide and touch your arms and then come up to cup your cheeks while she pushes into you impossibly further.

she breaks the kiss every now and then to mutter an “i’m sorry.. m’so so sorry, baby.” pulling away completely to admire you. she’s panting so heavily as she goes to pull your tank top up and off, immediately ducking down to take a nipple into her mouth. the cool air of your room hits you, head rolling back and around when you peer down at her, she locks eyes with you. pulling off you with a pop, she comes back up to kiss you again. except this time, its not a makeout, just short desperate pecks all over your face while she hurries to get your shorts off of you.

you help her out and shimmy out of them, completely bare, you fall back on your elbows and spread your legs for her. she lets out a low whistle and shakes her head, chuckling as she whispers, “goddamn foolish to deny myself of this..” bringing her middle and ring finger to rub circles around you.

she moves them down and pushes the two into you, twisting and curling them against your walls. you gasp and drop your head again, hands balling up into fists. abby notices your open mouth and kisses you again, pushing her tounge into your mouth and really fucking kisses you. her free hand rolls your nipple and then wraps in your hair, exposing your neck for her to suck and bite. “pussy’s so good..” whispering against your neck, fingers still fucking you while crude sounds bounce and echo off your walls.

she pulls her fingers out and hovers them over your clit. she looks down at your dripping center, wets her lips, and then looks back at you. “may i?” she asks and brings her fingers to her mouth to taste. her eyes knock to the back of her head and she brings her fingers down to rub you some more, “god, please let me, baby”

while you barely manage to moan out a response abby has already wondrously found her way down to your core, latching herself to your clit. she groans into you while your hips instinctively buck into her mouth. as if the sensation of her devouring you wasn't enough, her fingers plunge into you. writhing beneath her, your hands find a home in abby’s hair; and if her head weren’t literally between your legs, you would have stopped to comment on how soft her blonde locks are.

abby continues to fuck you with her fingers when all of the sudden, her mouth is pulling off of your pussy and delving into your lips yet again. the contact has you whimpering and an unfamiliar heat sizzles in your lower belly. you pull away from the kiss in attempts to speak, but to no avail as she simply just follows you back and keeps kissing you. “don’t run from it, baby.. don’t run from me.” she pulls away from your face and drives her fingers into you, fast and mean and determined.

your breathing quickens and you’re suddenly so much more aware of the way she's leaning over you, the darkness in her eyes, the way she’s heaving as she watches your body react to her touch. you’re close, so, so indescribably close to the edge; just about to explode beneath her when.. knock knock knock!

“abs?! you guys in there?” manny, banging on your door to innocently check the status of you two’s “making up.” abby’s eyes flicker down to yours and her free hand flys to her own lips, pressing a single finger to them, hushing you. “i got this, stay quiet.” she whispers and gives you a peck then clears her throat. “yeah man! we’re all good, just talkin’!” she shouts at him, never once slowing her pace while your orgasm just bubbles within you.

manny laughs, “cool, cool. just wanted to make sure you aren't like.. murdering her or anything.” abby laughs this time, murdering something else for sure, and lets him know you two will be out soon enough. you hear his footsteps trail off, and without a second to think, abby’s kissing you again. you whine against her lips and she coos, practically begging you to cum on her fingers.

“let go, give it to me baby, please.” your legs spasm and she chuckles, bringing her thumb to your clit as you gush onto her fingers. hips circling and following the movements of her thumb while you ride it out, abby watches in amazement. she removes her fingers from you as you come down, and makes quick work of her own bottoms. discarding them on the floor, she grabs one of your legs for leverage and swings one of her own over your torso. positioning her pussy right over your own, she trails a line of kisses down your calf and to your knee. resting her forehead against your leg and huffing when she finally grinds down into you.

your mouth falls agape, and you reach to touch her; any of her. her arms, her hips, her chest. gasping while she bites the meaty part of your calf, you buck into her and she throws her head back at the increased friction.

“such a good girl, y’know that..? so fucking good..” her hips rut back and forth and sweat drips from her forehead and runs down your leg. looking down at where the two of you connect, abby spits on to the both of you and fucks you harder. she’s the one to whine this time, so fucking pent up from living with you for fucking months and not already doing this. guilt starts to grow heavy in her stomach again and she whimpers then kisses your ankle, folding your leg to rest against her shoulder. she looks down at you and cups you face, clit still rubbing against you. “m’sorry.. fuck.” she grips your face harder and her pace quickens, incoherently mumbling out apologies and you feel your second orgasm start to swirl.

you shush at her and move your own hips quicker to keep up, “no, no abby, please..” she throws her head back again and her hands move to grope at your tits, you look up at her with forgiving eyes. nodding, as if to telepathically tell her that it's okay. that you want this and that you forgive her, she nods back and groans as loud as you’ve ever heard. you lightly tap her bicep and bring her back to the moment. whimpering, “gonna cum again, abs, please..”

she breathes and nods her head again, “m’almost there baby, almost..” sniffling, she really pushes down into you and her hips falter just slightly. “want you to cum with me, ‘kay?” she keeps fucking herself against you and you tremble, trying to move with her but you’re too lost in pleasure.

she winces and bucks her hips criminally fast; ushering you, and herself, to finally let go. she pants and sweats above you, her own orgasm crashing into her while you cling to her for dear life. pathetically writhing into her as you begin to unravel yourself. melting back into the bed sheets as she rides the both of you through your highs. her hips begin to slow and she’s kissing up and down your leg again. nudging her nose against your thigh, with a finalizing and triumphant breath.

you slowly creep back into reality and feel abby's weight shift off and away from you, just barely noticing her shimmy her shorts back up. she wobbles out of the room and returns with a damp towel, wiping the two of you down. she lets you lay and rest while she digs in her shorts pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, she takes one out and lights it, and then crawls into bed with you.

she tucks you under her arm and wraps your blanket around you both, taking a long drag from her smoke and flicking the ash somewhere to her side. exhaling and turning the cigarette towards you, she slides the filter between your lips and lets you get a good pull.

it stays this way for a while, quiet and still. wrapped up in eachother, you two finish the smoke together and she puts it out right on your concrete floor. she pulls you in even closer and kisses your head. you sigh and close your eyes, saying it back for the first time, “i love you too, abby.”

jeeeeez, editing this was sooo headache-flavored. anyway! happy reading! wish me a decent recovery, and also?? lmk if you guys want a more in-depth story behind my fucked-up toe or pictures for that matter lol!!!

[mrandmrssnowbaird]

synopsis - Coriolanus comes home to his loving wife after a long, hard day.

an extremely whiney needy Coryo, teasing, little bit of taunting, denial, nipple play, fingering, mentions of a sex toy i'm not even sure exists or is possible but it's fanfiction so who gives a fuck(yes i'mma write an actual scene using this toy don't you fuckin worry bbs), dacryphilia, hands free orgasms.

and most importantly, mommyk!nk. i know i said i'd never do it but i lied.

Coriolanus got home late and his wife was already asleep. Disappointed, he took a cold shower. If anything, that only made things worse.

Thinking about not having her, not having Lucy Gray's attention and affection, just made him more needy and desperate.

She was sleeping peacefully when he crawled into bed next to her. She was facing away from him, and just seeing the outline of her perfect form made his breath come fast. He was so hard it hurt, but...

He wasn't allowed to do anything about that. Not without permission.

Oh, but he ached so much, and that kind of felt good too - he couldn't stop thinking of Lucy Gray and all the things she could and had done to him.

Coriolanus liked being this needy. Sometimes it was actually quite comforting, going to sleep aching and desperate and thinking of nothing but her.

"Lucy Gray..." He began, sliding close to her but not daring to find any kind of relief by pressing his clothed erection against her.

She stirred, jumping just a bit before she realized it was just Coriolanus who had woken her.

Lucy Gray rolled over to face him.

"Oh, hi darlin'... You're home." She began, and it only took her moments to see why he had woken her, his breathing coming fast.

"Aww..." She laughed softly, "You need me, sweetheart?"

Coriolanus nodded vehemently. Just the way his dick was straining against his boxers and twitching had him close to an orgasm, now that she was awake and looking at him. Her mere attention washed over him like she'd just reached down to grab his erection, he had to hold back a moan as she continued to verbally tease him.

His breath was coming faster. Coriolanus needed her touch so badly.

"Mm... I like seeing you like this, my love. Have you been like this all day? You're so close already, aren't you?" She asked him, reaching up to touch his cheek.

The blonde closed his eyes as her hand on his cheek sent sensations throughout his entire body. He both hated and loved being this way for her. It was humiliating and thrilling.

"P-please-" He begged her, desperately wanting her to touch him before he came, to give him permission to cum.

"I don't know...." Lucy Gray said uncertainly and Coriolanus's breath caught in a near sob. "Sweetheart, you're so close already, I don't know if it'd even be worth it for me. You woke me up. Make it worth it for me,"

Her hand crept under his t-shirt, slowly sliding up. Gasping as he realized what she was doing, he shook his head. "No, don't, please!"

If she touched his nipples, he was going to lose it. But it was too late.

He moaned and squirmed pathetically as she began brushing her finger across his nipple.

"Oh, don't be dramatic, honey," She murmured. "And hold still."

He instantly went as still as he could, still shaking, cock twitching and leaking precum in his boxers.

This all was exactly what he had wanted.

Other than his fast, heavy breathing, he was still as she continued to torture him, leaning in to whisper in his ear now.

"Look at you, darlin'... big bad Head Gamemaker shakin' like a leaf in the wind," Lucy Gray hummed. She pushed him onto his back and he whined, then panted for breath several times. He loved being pushed around by her. She straddled his hips, and Coriolanus sighed, blinking up at her with wide, desperate eyes.

Her body wasn't making contact with his, purposefully ignoring his aching erection. He didn't dare seek out her touch without permission.

Still, she wasn't wearing panties and Lucy Gray found his right hand and brought it underneath her nightgown to feel her wetness. He whimpered, squirming desperately as he slid two fingers inside her.

"Lucy Gray, please, baby, please..." He half-whined, half-sobbed. "I need it, I need you!"

But she didn't respond to his pleas except to groan softly as she rocked her hips a little. He began moving his fingers in and out, curling them a bit and touching her the way Lucy Gray had taught him to without any further instruction.

"That's it, sweetheart, just like that," Lucy Gray praised, and he simply whined in response, "Good boy, keep goin',"

Coriolanus works to please her, eyes frantically moving from her face to the way her hips were moving. Like she was fucking him but she wasn't and this was quite upsetting. She did this often.

Lucy Gray had even had a special toy made - a hallowed out strap on that encased his erection, so he could please her properly without receiving any real pleasure himself. Coriolanus had actually been furious with her for it for days after she had him use it the first time. It was incredibly uncomfortable to wear nevermind the actual purpose. Moody for a full week, he finally knocked the attitude off when she put him over her lap and beat his ass til he cried it out. Then she made love to him.

He hated a lot of their toys really, but they were always worth it in the end.

At least right now he gets to feel her with his fingers. Coriolanus will take what he can get.

His ragged breathing matched hers. The way her insides clenched around his fingers made his dick twitch against the material of his boxers, just a little bit of friction and pressure caused by the cotton.

"Oh f- oh no no no," He whined, feeling himself start to fall over the edge.

"Coriolanus, no!" Lucy Gray snapped, and he sucked in a breath, holding it and closing his eyes. Without permission, he removed his fingers, the feel of her too much to keep going but that was better than cumming without permission.

He was so well trained now that it was deeply upsetting to get off without Lucy Gray's say so, a hit to his self esteem and sense of self worth. She was so disappointed in him when he did and if it was one thing he couldn't handle, it was the disappointment of the women who's approval he sought.

"That's not what a good boy does," Lucy Gray said, shaking her head. "You wanna try again or do we gotta get the strap-on?"

"No! No no please let me try again! I'm- I am a good boy, I promise," His cheeks turned flaming red. God, if anyone could hear him.

"I said make it worth it, and I'll let you cum - do as you're told, baby." She said firmly, but kindly. He nodded desperately, eyes filled with tears at the possibility of losing not an orgasm but her approval.

Shaking, he brought his hand back up, tentatively sliding up her thigh and back under her flimsy nightgown. He panted still, trying to ignore his own body screaming at him for release. It felt like he was a little bit on fire all over in the best way.

Lucy Gray moaned again as his fingers returned, curling against her g-spot and massaging almost as he moved in and out. His eyes were filled with tears that began to fall moments later and at the sound of his sniffle she leaned down, hands on either side of his head.

"'s okay baby, let it out," She panted as she began to move her hips in time with his fingers, grinding her clit against his hand. "Fuck, you're so gorgeous..." She leaned down further, and carefully licked his tears from his cheek, one slow little swipe that made him sob and squirm.

He was so fucking close it's not fair.

"Faster, Coryo! So close, honey, keep goin'..." She gasped after tasting the salt of his tears on her tongue. "Come on - you know what I want,"

Oh yes he did.

God yes thank you, he thought.

"P-please!" He cried frantically as he moved his hand faster, harder, his own pleasure skyrocketing just at her request, "Mommy please can I come with you please mommy I'll be good I swear please please!"

It was rare that she asked him to call her this - or rather, allowed him. It had slipped out one time when she was punishing him with a spanking, he couldn't even remember what for anymore - sometimes she just liked to punish him. His brain had turned to complete mush as he sobbed 'mommy please stop please let me cum' and Lucy Gray had never let it go. Like anything else in Coriolanus's life that she wanted to, she took control of that too.

How she knew when he needed it the most, he'd never understand.

"Yes, yes, Coryo, cum with be, baby!" Lucy Gray cried, grinding down hard against his hand.

His cock erupted instantly.

"Oh, thank you thank you mommy thank you," He sobbed, unable to hold still now as his body shook and twitched involuntarily, still seeking some kind of touch to his spurting arousal. And then finally, he felt her hand touch him, rubbing just slightly but it was enough.

Coriolanus was left shaking and sobbing. Their hands stayed where they were, touching each other while Lucy Gray pressed a little closer to him. Held him. Comforted him.

He sniffled again.

"Was... was I a good boy, mommy?" Coriolanus asked.

"Yes, yes you were, darlin'," Lucy Gray assured him and he felt a sense of calm wash over him that he'd been seeking all day.

"You were the best boy."

[honeyydrunk]

I NEED SOMEONE'S OPINION !! i'm going to write a satosugu fic, but i have two options of the fic and since i'm REALLY busy, i can't do both. so can someone please 🙏 help me decide which to invest my energy on?

just dm me w a request or anything !!

option 1: bittersweet a slightly angsty 'confession on the tip of your tongue but never said'. very canon compliant bc i really love writing as cc as i can and there is something about ooc i despise. i'll write like cute pre plasma arc slice of life scenes ofc. but smth about a symbolic bittersweet 'i love you' but never said is so appealing. i want to write something so horrifically bittersweet you don't know whether to HATE me or not.

i'm the strongest after all, is it wrong i'm hurt by the fact that a goal you'll never achieve was more important to you than me. be lucky that my love for you is more than my want. you knew i never cared about jujutsu society or for the weak. but i'll never tell you that you were all that mattered. as i saw you standing there like you never cared i realised i prefer cherishing my memories of you than to risk ruining them for you

after all, i'm the strongest

option 2: cute high school fall in love okay the plasma vessel arc will happen, but instead of it all going wrong and sour (i'm still killing that girl) they continue on with their days but eventually there's a confession. they talk things out? i get to finally say how IDIOTIC geto's whole ideology is because i've got annoyances for days.

i perhaps just want to use every trope i get my grimy long fingers on and yank it in there because i'm nasty like that idk 🤷‍♂️ (ex: 5 + 1 things, they end up at the gojo mansion for no reason at one point, "cherry flavoured. want to taste?", basketball but there's flirting, gojo wearing crazy outfits for attention, truth or dare,)

love makes you do crazy things. he used to be the easiest person to be around. but gradually, without me noticing, it's no longer comfortable. wanting him to like me, no longer not even thinking about it because i knew he did. is he tolerating me now because we"re friends or now i'm wondering if he's even friends with me because he likes me or because i'm 'the strongest'? whatever that's meant to mean.

"hey what would you do if i said i love you?"

my final opinion:

this was originally going to be a kfc breakup but gojo tweaks out and goes "nah uh". because i couldn't actually fathom how someone how went crazy insane when dealing with toji round 2 just let geto go like that. but what changed my mind was that if i was gojo, i would've acted the exact same way he did. so i was going to write the bittersweet one showcasing what gojo wanted to do, but never ended up doing. however then i thought about the fact that i was him, i would've badly confessed during high school.

i'm also REAL sick of people mischaracterising the both of them. getting this close 🤏 to making a whole new post about how i think the should be characterised and why everyone should follow suit with my opinion.

(if this whole post looks messy it's because it is. i wrote this with no editing no proofread just whatever i managed to somehow manifest. i'm actually listening to she a wolf by wayv and growling like taeyong did in the tiger inside superm)

(did you know i know like japanese to a certain level?) (i watched jjk in sub)

[carpememes]

Oban Star Racers Starters (Part 3)

"I'm not the type of guy who scares easy, you know me."

"I don't even recognize you."

"You're not gonna give me the slip that easily."

"That's not really what I had in mind."

"As if the race wasn't worry enough."

"I didn't ask you here to have tea. We are here to form a temporary alliance against a common enemy."

"I want the ultimate prize and I'm ready to risk everything for it."

"I want the prize as bad as you do."

"You scared me to death. Don't ever do that again, I'm way past my prime, you know."

"The magic word opens many a door, my dear."

"They will hurt you. Badly. This is serious."

"Well, if you're so bored, why don't you just get lost?"

"Leave the prize to those who really need it. We won't miss you."

"We'll discuss your little disappearing act later, miss."

"Imagine. Two great beings standing together. We would be magnificent."

"Just like I told you. He's completely heartless."

"I've imagined this moment for a very long time. I would rush into your arms and you would hug me and all those lost years would be forgiven. But now that it's happened, I don't feel a thing."

"There's so much to explain to you. And so many reasons why you must hate me."

"I was, and I continue to be, a danger for those I love."

"I couldn't have you near me. I couldn't risk harming you as well."

"It was the hardest thing I've ever done, but I did it for you."

"Why didn't you ever call me? Why didn't you ever write? Why didn't you ever visit me? WHY?"

"You think I didn't know? Everyone knew!"

"I was the one who destroyed your mother and our family."

"I saw your face so often in the magazines. I just told myself you were too busy to visit."

"I was so proud of you."

"I waited around like an idiot for the moment you'd suddenly drop from the sky without warning."

"The other children thought I was an orphan and they were right. I had no one!"

"What a joke. To you I was dead! I didn't exist!"

"I have no right to stop you, but I'd like you to reconsider."

"I destroyed my wife. And now I've destroyed my only child."

"It's no use. They can't hear you anymore."

"I want my pillow."

"Darling, what's wrong? You look so tired."

"You're pushing yourself too hard. You need to rest and take care of yourself."

"It's really you. Mother!"

"This is the last chance to win the ultimate prize. Do not let it slip through your fingers."

"We have suffered enough! We must have the truth!"

"So then, it's true. There is no ultimate prize."

"There is a prize. But perhaps not the prize you had hoped for."

"My mother died when I was young and my father just sort of split after that."

"I could never accept being separated from you."

"It is a prince's duty to sacrifice himself for the better good of his kingdom."

"All I wanted was to have a family again. And start to live, finally live!"

"We can go home now. I promise you and I will never be separated again."

"I hope I can live to see that day, but for the moment I have something to finish."

"Everything's gone. The temples, the trees, the animals..."

"We're still here. There's hope."

"It's completely my fault. Mine and no one else's."

"No one put as much of their heart and soul into this race as you did."

"He'll be fine, but he needs a lot of rest."

"Poor kid. He was completely dehydrated. He's very lucky."

"I'm not sure i can do this. I'm too young, too inexperienced."

"You boys take good care of my daughter."

"He's here alright. In the darkness."

"You are my creation. My secret weapon. My most trusted pawn."

"Deep down inside, you know I speak the truth."

"Some days I feel like none of it really happened."

"I guess I was given the ultimate prize after all."

[thesamoanqueen]

Shut Down

Ratings: 18+

Warnings: SMUT; Fingering; Oral sex; Overstimulation, Errors like rain.

A/N: I wanted to write a kind of flashback from the night before my last fic... and I had so many ideas about Roman in the gym that well, I couldn't resist.

- Slow down ... - he tried, seeing her throw yet another punch.

The punching bag trembled in his hands, the chain stretched for the umpteenth sequence and she stubbornly refused. One kick, one punch, two kicks, one punch, without even catching her breath. Roman continued to hold position, letting her let off steam as much as possible in an attempt to mitigate the chaos she must have been inside her at that moment. It was a way like any other to deal with pain, he respected it and it was always better than hanging around. Maybe.

- You'll get hurt - he tried to make her think, seeing her hold back a curse when she hit badly.

- Im less delicate than you think - she blurted out offended, trying again and getting the same result and a reproachful look from Roman.

- It's not a test, you can-

- Save your breath, I didn't ask you to give me lessons, champ. - she stubbornly replies, releasing a new shot at the sack that Roman collected in silence, along with his annoyance at her attitude.

She was angry, hurt, frustrated. Her mind was elsewhere. It was her way of dealing with those days, she did it to divert her energies, the feelings.

He inspired with eyes closed, taking blow by blow, letting Y/N make her way until a new twist put a strain on her ankle and seeing a grimace again, he couldn't help himself.

- Babygirl...

- Don't call me that, I'm not your baby girl - she cut him off, heading to the other end of the gym with an offended look and Roman tightened his grip on the punching bag with a growl.

He took another breath as she slipped off the black bandages on her hands to prepare the spreader bar and walked over to her, jaw set and tension mounting.

She was talking without thinking. It wasn't the right time for certain things, not tonight.

Undaunted, Y/N kept to load the weights and Roman ran a hand over his face, exasperated. He wanted to let her do it, give her a chance to let off steam in her own way, really, but she was overdoing it and when he saw her tighten the safety to climb astride the bench, he automatically moved to position himself too. That barbell was fine for a pure lifting exercise, not the nonstop marathons she was throwing herself into that night. He placed himself behind her head, watching from above as Y/N lay down and although the view was amazing from there, he focused on the weights, helping her to hold them. Blood pumping, he stood with his arms outstretched, ready to take the barbell out of her hand at the first hint of tremor and after all those hours, a set and a half was enough. He pulled it without warning and Y/N's eyes snapped at him.

- What are you doing?! - she groaned angrily, getting to her feet.

- That's enough. You will get hurt and it won't help you.

- Give it back Roman.

- No, you won't do anything else. Not as long as I'm in here.

- Then leave me alone! I didn't ask you to come find me, don't you have any interviews tomorrow? A meeting with the management, any calls to make in Florida?! - he heard her burst and tightened his grip on the bar, muscles tense and jaw set, staring her eyes into hers.

- Don't use that tone with me.

- Or?

God… he was trying, he was really trying. But she was really the only person in the world capable of driving him up the wall.

- Y/N... – Roman growled, curling his mouth as he tried to pick up the last ounce of patience.

- Back off, the Tribal Chief doesn't work on me. No punishment for the bad girl, we both know - she provoked him and the moment she turned her back to go stubborn to do who knows what else, Roman stopped trying to restrain himself.

He had gone there to keep her from doing nonsense like that, he had tried to do it with good hands, but if she cared so much and wanted to fight, he would give her a reason to fight.

It took him a few steps to grab her and an arm to load her onto his shoulders. He heard her squeak in her surprise, but that was all he got of her before she knelt against his chest and felt her wriggle.

- Let me go!

- You better calm down. Now.

He felt her hands pressing on his shoulders, trying to make room, but avoiding such situations was his job. He was able to hold men almost twice her weight, stuck with one arm around their neck, could hold her off or so he thought, because the fact that she was more flexible than expected, with that ridiculous gym outfit and pressed against him, was making it delicate quickly. He tightened his grip on her hips, passing his biceps under her stomach, but Y/N had already placed one knee on his shoulder and when she pushed her curly head over his back, Roman let go, not intending to end up with his butt to land for that impromptu match. He turned just in time to see her straighten up and took her by her ankle, crushing her on the floor to keep her from running away. And if he was a ground fighting type, he could have predicted it well in advance, but he wasn't and he honestly wasn't thinking, so the grip on his neck with the leg she pulled him into was a surprise. On whether it was pleasant or not, even he had conflicting opinions and just as many on how to get out of it. He could have forced her to defend herself, he was heavier, bigger and even if Y/N's legs felt like pincers, he could have done it, but he had to reach out to do it.

They were arguing, Y/N was even trying to submitt him, there was nothing else. He could do it.

So he slipped his big arms under her back and ass and lifted her up, standing with Y/N still clinging to his neck. He felt her tighten her grip with her thighs, saw her abs contract from the strain and one of her hands gripped his hair as he pushed her back down in a powerbomb without any strength. He could never hurt Y/N, but the contact with the mat frightened her anyway and he felt her hang around his neck, holding on reflexively to muffle. Her face curled up under his jaw and with her fingers gripping his T, Roman held her to the ground, quickened breathing and arms around her body. He inspired, feeling her still against his chest and regaining some patience, he kissed her on the head.

- We need to correct this attitude, do you understand me?

- ... I need to do it Ro ... - he heard her mutter and he tightened his grip, trying to shield her from everything even though they were alone.

- Pushing yourself to the edge and getting hurt won't help, babygirl.

He knew how bad she felt about that situation even after all those years, but self-destruct was no solution and he certainly wouldn't have stood by and watched her do it. She could spend the rest of her life in the gym, at any time of day or night, but not getting hurt, much less blaming him.

- … do you have another option?

The question reached his ears after a long silence, with an indecipherable tone and for a moment that newfound peace between them was on verge of breaking because of one too many replies, but Roman just had time to open his mouth with intend to put her back in line before he feel her lips press against the skin. He stood still, feeling her kiss his neck, first hesitantly and then with more abandon, in a hot wake that was enough to make his pants a prison. Her nails scratched the back of his neck and the growl of pleasure that erupted from his throat at that sudden and uncontrolled contact made her lift her head to study his expression and seeing those eyes, Roman sent to hell any good resolution to crash their mouths.

He was aware of how wrong it was. They were supposed to be just friends, they worked together and Y/N wasn't completely herself at the moment, but it was all so good. Y/N looked so tiny under him, so perfect in his hands and Roman couldn't help it. He didn't want to stop and if she craved a distraction, a respite, he would be more than happy to be there.

Her mouth was soft, warm, she tasted good and he had waited too long. It was like receiving a rush throughout the body, adrenaline rising, muscles suddenly tense with each touch of her hands. He was feeling intoxicated by the taste of her and he wanted more, more and more and Y/N was so willing to give him what his body was screaming. Her mouth had opened at the first touch of his tongue, leaving him in control, allowing him to devour her without the slightest resistance. She responded to every touch, every bite, it was exciting and comfortable at the same time, as if someone had made her specifically for that. For him.

He broke away from her unwillingly, breathing heavily, but although she was in the same condition as him Y/N continued to kiss him everywhere, tenacious and undeterred and Roman inspired her scent with his eyes closed, enjoying that unexpected warmth. He felt her teeth pinch his jaw, her hands grasp the back of his neck, cling to his arm and a hungry growl made his chest vibrate, feeling her everywhere against his body and still not close enough.

- Please ... - he heard her voice whisper - ... Ro please ... - she repeated over and over, prompting him to look down at her with a frown.

Y/N was the least fragile person he had ever met, she was almost unwavering and for that very reason a part of him was still keeping him from losing any restraint, but hearing her pleading with such a need in her voice, hearing her cling to him, was something that was beyond any effort of his self-control. It was probably another way to take the pain away, maybe she just wanted another punching bag, but it was the most exciting thing he had ever heard and it made him feel more powerful than any match in his life, more than any win or belt. It was a discharge to his ego.

- Roman, please - she tried again and he found himself holding his breath, seeing her pouting her lips, with an innocent look that didn't suit her at all.

- I cant with you… you said, no punishment for the bad girl. Have you change your mind? - he asked rubbing her cheek, while Y/N kept on looking at him with those eyes of hers.

She would have killed someone with that expression and Roman was more than sure he was ready to do the same if some dude had even tried to get close.

- You had been good with me. And me instead, I've runned my mouth. - she said it in a broken voice, but this time for something other than what had tormented her for those two days.

- So what? What do you want? - he urged her, passing a fingertip over her puffy mouth with a serious look.

Y/N let him do it without opposing and actually lifted her chin, settling better against his hand, while her legs slid around one of Roman's knees, allowing her to press her center against it. He felt her hold back a moan at that contact and possessively tightened his hold on her face.

- … maybe, shall we put my mouth to better use? - she suggested, blowing her breath against his thumb, before letting it slip into her mouth.

And the warmth of her tongue against his skin was all Roman needed. He watched her wrap her lips around his thumb, soft and shiny, her head wandering from side to side, while her soft tongue surrounded it. Roman saw her eyes move for a second on him, nasty, before hearing her suck and a moan of approval left him feeling the pressure.

She was a threat and an invitation, a roller coaster he never wanted to get off, but it wouldn't go that way, he wouldn't let her have her way. She had done it for hours, locked in that empty hotel gym, she had done nothing else. Now he was in charge and he would take care of her no matter what.

- No.

His voice stopped her instantly and Roman saw her look up at him again, lost and unprepared, as his thumb slipped out of her mouth again, wet and red from the attention received. He felt her grip loosen on his forearm, let go of the shirt she was clinging to and for a moment he saw her uncertain, before something inside her snapped, putting her back in line.

She was unshakable - or almost - and Roman held back the grin that threatened to curl his lips, spreading his hand across her face to grab her with a little more force.

- You will do what I want. Up there. And be still - he ordered sharply and Y/N’s gaze wandered back to him, reluctant, before a hand slap her bare thigh, tearing a yelp from her body.

- Do I look like I'm messing around? Up there. Now. - he repeated with more authority, growling almost the last two words and Y/N moved fast, sneaking out of the grip to get on the bench.

He followed, seeing her sit with her legs clenched and her eyes up, but look still a little annoyed and he stood in front of her, watching from the top to show her without any hesitation the bulge in his pants.

She wanted a distraction, she wanted that and Roman would give it to her, there was nothing he wouldn't give her, but in his own way and for the moment, although he would have liked it, without pushing her to her knees with his cock down her throat.

- Bend down and spread those legs for me - he pointed, seeing her put on a show in the process and ran a hand over his hard-on, focusing on what she was showing him even with those ridiculous tiny shorts on.

- Here? - she asked pointing to the bench, while he positioned himself in the middle of her, stroking her soft thighs.

He knew what she was doing, oh he knew it, but he wouldn't let her through. Not that time.

- Someone is still choosing to be bratty, hm? - he replied, giving her a pinch that made her back arch in a pose – As you want… I will take care of this.

He said it softly, without the real intention of provoking a reaction, but Y/N's entire body seemed to tremble at the idea of him and her legs even threatened to close, forcing Roman to block them with his hands. He gave her a warning look and let go only when he felt her soften again, running his fingers up to the edge of the shorts, to remove them first from one leg and then from the other. It wasn't in plans that the underwear would also come off, but her lace caged bikini was so soked that it stuck to the rest of the fabric and the mere sight of it made his mouth water.

- Roman.

The mutter hit him like her scent and placing both her beautiful legs on his shoulders, Roman pulled her to the edge of the bench, running his hands over her warm interior. He felt something wet under his finger, where the underwear must have rubbed on the skin and spreading it better, he caused a new shiver throughout her body.

- Look at that. So messy for me already and I’ve barely done anything.

He said it more to himself than to Y/N, his chest swollen with pride and his bulge throbbing, kissing her on the exact spot where he'd rubbed her trail of humor and then licked his lips. Whatever Y/N was about to say, the words died in her throat the instant Roman looked at her, exposed on that bench for him, with her unmade hair and her breasts who rose and fell from the heated breathing.

God, there was nothing he wouldn't do to her.

- I don't care if it take all night or more, I will fucking ruin you. - he growled hungry and regardless of whatever her reaction had been, he lowered himself between her legs giving a big lick to the center.

- Ah-Fuck!

Its flavor kneaded his mouth instantly, sweet and intoxicating. It tasted more then her lips, it was so concentrated, so intense, making him crazy at first taste. It was her flavour. He had never tasted anything like her and with an unnatural sound coming out of his chest like a roar, Roman dragged her against his face, burying himself inside to devour her. Felt her squirm on the bench and he planted a hand on her belly, giving her a threatening look.

He wanted more, he wanted all, he wanted to fuck her with his tongue, feel her melt on his mouth.

He squeezed, holding her in place, and returned to concentrate on his work, bending his neck just a little to catch one of her moist lips between his teeth. Y/N moaned something in a completely restrained gasp, but Roman was focused on sucking her flesh and then letting it go, first on one side and then on the other, moving as if that were really her lips. Her inside twitch in spasms, her legs shaking as he climbed back a little to suck the red button that stood in the middle with so much drive that it made Y/N reach over his head. His fingers clung to Roman's dark hair and a new growl left him at that contact, the boner throbbing uncontrollably between his legs and the scent of Y/N to cloud his mind.

- R-Rom-an… ah! Oh my g-Ro! Fuck! Ro!

He felt the humors dripping on his chin, beard and not intending to lose a single drop, opened his mouth, feasting on his hot nub without taking a breath or giving her a respite moment. Y/N tightened her grip on his hair, shivering skin and sweaty legs, indulging in a louder moan as Roman slipped his big tongue inside, overbearing and thirsty.

- No, plea-se! R-Ro! Ah! - she groaned out of breath, struggling with the invasions.

Furious, he persisted in his attack, feeling her walls pulsing around his tongue and pressed his face against her puffy mount, rubbing his nose on her clitoris in order to have more depth. He grabbed her from the booty, lifting her against him as if it was his only meal and Y/N dropped her head back, soaking wet from his strokes.

She was a mess, swollen, tense and more her body vibrated with the attention that Roman was giving her, more he lost control, eating her with enthusiasm.

- Rom-ahn! - she moaned louder, his folds now tightened for imminent orgasm.

And aware of the wave that was mounting inside her, wetting her more every moment, he returned to focus on her small protruding bundle of nerves, inserting two fingers inside to pump with more rhythm and speed. Y/N let out a scream for that introduction, she fidgeted, her voice broken and her eyes shut, arching her back to keep only her shoulders resting and Roman took advantage, flattening his tongue to give her the long lapping she needed before exploding. With his gaze on her, he felt her come on his fingers and pulled them away, returning his tongue to its place to bask in the taste of her now pouring over his palate. He cleaned her carefully, one stroke after the other, preventing her from completely descending from her apex to persist in that torture, with the same hunger with which he had started it. He sucked, bit and licked, without giving in, undeterred and stubborn, forcing her to squirm again.

- S-Stop it, R-Ro-

- Nah, another one.

He saw her hands clinging to the edge trying to pull her off, and he grabbed her hips, digging his fingers into her skin. Took her against him, inspiring her scent as if it was the only air he really needed and pushed his tongue back inside, making her tremble, fragile and hot under his touch. Her center responded immediately, still sensitive to the orgasm just passed and Roman soon felt her walls throbbing again, increasing the discharges to the rest of her body. Y/N's nails dug into his head, trying to push him away for mercy, but he had no intention of doing so and aware of his strength, he lifted her off the bench, bringing her back to the floor.

- W-wait Ro! Ah! S-slow down! - groaned Y/N, relaxing her back for a second too long onto the new position and it was enough for him to slip his fingers back into her, this time without taking off his tongue.

Leaving moods dripping everywhere, her folds spread comfortably to welcome him and Roman caught one between his lips, releasing it with a loud pop. He pushed, explored and licked, hungry, until he felt her wriggling again between murmurs and moans of pleasure, his manhood pressed on her back while he held her up. A new orgasm from her suddenly hit her, making legs tighten around his head and he licked thirsty, spurring her over and over between the tremors of her body.

- You're doing great... keep your eyes open, babygirl - he called back in an husky voice, licking his lips when Y/N stopped fumbling against the floor to look at him.

She was hot, with her eyes liquid for pleasure and a blurred look, she seemed exhausted and Roman gave her a moment of pace, placing a kiss on the inside of the thight to comfort her. A low sound of gratitude reached him in response and Y/N tried to close her eyes again, but the contact with his boner that was rubbing forcefully on her lower back made her reopen them and Roman smiled amused, leaving her a trail of rough kisses to return to take place at his table.

They would have time for that too, but not there and not now.

He rubbed against her with a growl, feeling his shaft throbbing for attention and deeply inspired her, pulling her back against his chest to pick up where he left off. Y/N however didn't seem to like it and in an effort, she struggled to wriggle out of Roman’s grasp, struggling to pull one leg away from his shoulders to turn around.

- Where y'think you're goin? C’mere, we haven't done yet. Another one - he took her, running a hand under her flat belly to lift her with no effort.

- No Ro, I-Its enough- but her voice failed as one of his fingers slipped deep on her spot from behind, causing a whine that Roman returned with approval.

- Enough? I said I’d take care of you... did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that? You know me babygirl, im a man of my word.

- ... Ro ...

- Just breath, baby, im not going anywhere.

No, he wasn't going anywhere at all. Not after getting a taste of her.

[seita]

— better than (m.)

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 3.087

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : college!au, athletic trainer!iwaizumi

tags : implied age gap (hes 27 reader is in college- age nkt specified. he's older tho), size kink, dom!iwa, pussy job (a lil bit), multiple orgasms, sensitivity kink (if u squint), squirting, fingering, creampie, aftercare.

note : this was just an excuse to write about how iwaizumi is better than any other boy <3 thank u to @toshisins for beta'ing this for me <3

+ summary : you're so tired of dumb college boys who hump and dump, with no stroke game, and can never even try to get you off. that is, until you meet 27 year old iwaizumi hajime.

When you first met Iwaizumi Hajime at the bar near your college campus, you noticed how good looking he was. Well, that was an understatement - he was tall, fit with tanned skin and a confident aura that made you weak in the knees.

You hadn't actually had the courage to approach him, however. Instead, you let some college boy buy you a cheap drink and take you home for some mediocre sex before kicking you out after not even 15 minutes of his reckless humping.

The second time you met him was at the same place. He was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that was almost empty. His back was to you and it gave you a wonderful view of his broad shoulders.

The mediocre lay from the last time you had been there attempted to chat you up again with false confidence, as if he had been the best fuck of your life. Naturally, you weren't having any of his bullshit - he tried to rub your clit like a scratch and sniff, forcing you to pry his hand away from it, there was no chance in hell you were giving him another second of your time. He definitely wasn't the type of guy who took rejection well, if not evident by the way he exploded and went off calling you a wide, colorful variety of names paired with numerous hurtful insults that had tears of humiliation filling your eyes.

“Hey now,” a smooth, deep voice had interrupted his very public spiel, “Don’t punish the girl for your own short comings, if she doesn't wanna fuck you again, don't you think that says more about your abilities as a man?”

The other man sputtered, muttering even more curses before storming out - probably not wanting to tussle with a guy who looked like he benched every second of his day.

There was something about Iwaizumi that just immediately had your heart skipping a beat over him. He was kind, a gentleman, and never seemed desperate or overbearing. He was confident and comfortable with himself and where he was in life.

You quickly learned that Iwaizumi was 27, almost 28 and worked as an athletic trainer so he traveled a lot.

For a while, your relationship seemed one sided with him. You'd text him and he’d reply but he rarely ever actually reached out to you. You tried flirting with him, asking him out for drinks, but it never seemed to pull him in.

It was frustrating. In basically no time at all, you had developed a stupid puppy dog crush on him. You felt like a middle school girl with a crush on a high school senior - like he was never going to give you the time of day. You were simply too young for him.

You eventually stopped trying with him, choosing to delete your message thread with him and continued on with your life.

You went through more college-boy hookups - all of them ending in disaster. Quite frankly, you were fed up with mediocre cock and being treated like shit when they were done with you. It wasn't a nice feeling, being kicked out after they didn't even bother trying to make you cum.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Iwaizumi would be like in bed. He was just so attractive, you knew he had gotten his dick wet more times than he could count. He definitely seemed the type who preferred relationships over hookups.

That's when it occurred to you.

You pulled out your phone and scoured your contacts. It had been a couple weeks since you spoke but you couldn't resist bugging him just one last time. You opened a new message thread with him and quickly typed the question that was now plaguing your mind.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

It was the question that had changed the course of your relationship with him.

When you asked, it was like everything fell into place. Perhaps it finally relayed to him the interest you had. All that really mattered was the fact he suddenly began talking to you, starting conversations and even venturing into phone calls with you.

You lost all interest in those college boys you once hung out with and went home with to get laid. None of them made you feel the way Iwaizumi could with a simple text message. He was everything a girl could ask for and you were shocked he was single.

Which was why you were quick to ask him on a date, not caring if it made you look desperate -- you practically were. You would be damned if he went off the market while you were busy beating around the bush.

Going on a date with Iwaizumi was like a dream. You were so used to dates at sleazy bars for a couple of drinks just so they could hurry up and take you home for a quick fuck.

Iwaizumi took the time to take you on several dates -- dinner, movies, walks around town to obscure shops he thought you might like, before it finally led to the bedroom.

You had never been nervous with sex but with Iwaizumi it was different. The routine was dumb college boys who usually fawned over your tits for a few minutes before their hard ons became the center of their brain function.

You found yourself completely bare on his bed as he stood at the foot, fully clothed. The way his eyes raked across your body like a lion eyeing its next, delicious meal had you curling in on yourself shyly.

His lips quirked up as your arms came across your breasts, shielding them from his predatory gaze, “Oh now, you know better than that, don’t you? What kind of good girl hides herself, hm? Acted so eager for my cock all this time, now you wanna be shy?”

You gasp, cheeks flushing hot as you register his words -- he’d known you wanted him that badly all this time?

He clicks his tongue, “You didn’t think you were subtle did you? Bet you would have done anything to get your paws on my dick when I got off work early the other day, hm? Showed up at your apartment...you were starin’ real hard at me, I’m right aren’t I?”

You think that to that day, lashes fluttering against your cheeks at the memory. He was wearing loose gray sweats and a muscle tank top that showed his biceps flexing with every movement he made. Your eyes had immediately been drawn, however more down to his crotch instead. Where you could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material.

You had stuffed your little fingers in your cunt for hours that night, thinking about how big he looked -- even soft, couldn’t imagine if he was hard.

“Ah, there you go again,” he muses, snapping you out of your haze, “Maybe if you ask real pretty for me, I’ll give you just what you want.”

“Please,” you immediately gasp, “Want you so much Hajime, i-it hurts. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you…”

“It hurts?” he huffs, finally reaching up to pull his shirt off, leaving you to ogle his pecs and defined abs, which flex as he works on removing his jeans, “Needy little cunt hurts ‘cause you don’t have a nice, fat cock stuffing it full? Such a dramatic little baby. I just know your phone is full of some little college boys’ numbers...why don’t you give them a call?”

You shake your head, “Don’t want them! I just know they’re not as good as you, Hajime, please...please make me cum, I'll do anything?”

“Aw, those idiot little boys don’t know how to make a pretty girl like you cum, is that it?” he asks, climbing onto the bed, making the mattress dip beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs.

“No,” you pout, letting him spread your legs, hands under your knees to open you up to his greedy gaze.

“So compliant with me, you just need a real man to get you off, huh?” he smiles when you nod, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.”

Oh, you knew. Just from the way he moved his hips against yours, parting your folds so the head of his cock glided from your clenching little hole, dragging your slick up to your clit -- you just knew that he knew what he was doing.

As you looked between your legs, you felt yourself gush at the sight. His cock was so big, long and fat, drooling precum over your slick little slit, making a mess. He wrapped his fist around his length, making you whimper as his fingers couldn’t even wrap around the girth of him. He slapped his cock against your cunt, groaning at the strings of your slick that clung to him.

“Such a messy cunt,” he sighs, making sure to spank your clit with the head of his cock, laughing breathlessly when your thighs jumped in response to the sudden stimulation, “So fucking eager for me, aren’t you?”

“Uhuh,” you sigh, arching your hips, “Want you to fuck, please, Hajime, need it so bad.”

Much to your dismay, he shakes his head, “Can’t just put it in, pretty baby,” the pet name makes you whimper, “It’ll hurt too much, want you to feel good, yeah?”

“I can handle it,” you breathlessly reassure, canting his hips upward once more to drag your clit against that ridge on the crown of his cock, “Jus’ put it in…”

He doesn’t respond this time but still makes no move to put his cock inside. You’re distracted, however, by the way he now focuses on playing with your clit. Using his cock, he drags the underside across the hard little bud, slaps it once with the tip and before you know it your body is seizing up and you cum.

You let out a string of curses, falling limp against the bed as he works you through the quick high.

“See, that was so easy,” he chuckles, “Those stupid little boys you’ve been letting screw you have no idea what they’re doing, do they? Little cunts so sensitive, I barely even had to do anything to make you cum.”

You’re still trembling when you come down, licking your lips as you give him a dopey little smile and a nod at his cooing. He can’t resist leaning down, and pressing his lips against yours almost desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a deep kiss while his hand finds its way between your legs, two fingers sliding easily into your slick little cunt.

You moan into his mouth, “Hajime ah! ...please, make me cum again.”

“Fuck, you’re so desperate for me,” he hisses through his teeth, “Clenching around my fingers so tight. If I crook my fingers...right here...I bet you’ll just…”

As if on cue, his fingertips hook on your g-spot and you squeal, legs kicking out as you gush around his fingers. He bites his lip and continues to fuck his fingers against that spot, watching your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you cum for the second time in mere minutes.

“Y-You’re so good, Hajime…” you praise softly, “Fuck, please, give me your cock now!”

He laughs and sits up properly again, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He examines them for a second, slick with your cum and streaks of cream covering the digits before he pops them into his mouth with a moan, savoring the taste of you.

“Alright, baby,” he sighs after pulling out his fingers with a pop!. He grips you beneath the knees again and scoots closer until his tip prods at your entrance. You shudder at the feeling, “Relax for me, pretty girl, let me in…”

Iwaizumi begins pushing in, letting out a soft groan as the head finally buries itself in your cunt. You squeal at the feeling, pulling your knees closer to your chest. The sound of you moaning and whimpering just from his head has him throbbing almost painfully against your tender cunt.

“Almost there…” he huffs, grinning at the sight of your eyes rolling back, “Ah, does that feel good?”

“Yes!” you cry out, “Biggest cock I’ve ever had…’s full…”

“Yeah, baby? It feels so good to finally get your cunt filled with a nice, big cock huh?” he laughs when you nod eagerly, “It’s alright, baby. You won’t have to deal with any mediocre college boys anymore, yeah? This cock’s all yours now…you hear that? All yours.”

Your hand flies down between your legs, finding your clit. He watches with lidded eyes as you circle the little bud and squeal, keeping his hips still to let you cum around his cock nice and hard like you need.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he hums, “Get yourself off, you know what you need...atta girl…”

You sigh happily at his praise, licking your lips and relax against the bed once more. He takes that as his hint that you were ready, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming back inside your sensitive cunt. It knocks the air from your lungs and you cry out, unable to hold back your noises as he fucks you senseless.

He uses his strength to keep you pinned, forcing your knees against your chest, leaving your cunt open and vulnerable to his pistoning cock. Iwaizumi is so big that the stretch burns every time he sinks back into you, the tip touching your cervix with every calculated thrust, making your entire body ache with the deep pain of it.

But it all feels so good, you’d never been fucked like that before. He knew exactly where to aim his cock, keeping his eyes fixed on your face to watch your reactions, gaze flicking down to where his cock stuffs your cunt full to watch you coat him in your cream whenever he grazes that sweet little spot deep inside you -- a spot no other man had ever tried to find before.

“Feel good?” he questions, though he knew the answer even before you cry it out.

“Ah, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you sob, “I-It feels so good, Hajime! Fuck, you’re so good at fucking me! You make me feel like a virgin all over again!”

He grins, “Yeah, I know I am, baby.”

His cocky, confident response would have been a turn off with any other man, but with him -- it only made you moan. He had every right to be cocky, he knew just how to use his cock and it was exhilarating.

“You gotta cum again for me, pretty,” he pants, “Cum again, one more time, let go.”

Your throat burns from how much you scream for him, the messy noises coming from him fucking your sloppy cunt should be embarrassing -- you’ve never made such a mess before. You’ve never been so wet, creaming and gushing all the way down his balls.

He didn’t seem to mind, instead he seemed to only be turned on by it.

“I want you to squirt, can you do that for me? Make a pretty mess for me.”

You shake your head, “D-Don’t know how...Can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby,” he purrs, “I can make you, you know that I will.”

You didn’t but, you couldn’t help but nod -- immediately believing him and trusting him. He shifts his knees just slightly, changing his center of balance before his palm curls over your pubic bone, thumb effortlessly finding itself pressed against your clit.

The change in angle lets him hit your g-spot even more brutal than before. You’re immediately arching and crying out for him, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm slam into you faster than you’d ever experienced.

Instead of slowing you down, he works you through it, keeping the same, animalistic pace and keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad of his thumb has you ogling. If anything, the calloused hands of Iwaizumi proves to you how much of a real man he is, those college boys have nothing on him.

“Give it to me, c’mon,” he urges, clenching his teeth together from the effort it takes to keep going to this hard and fast pace.

“H-Haji…” you cut yourself off as you feel yourself get thrown over the edge again. This time, something feels different and you can’t help but sob, “Please! I-I’m gonna-!”

“That’s it, fuck!” he moans, pace stuttering when you squirt -- your cum splashing against his abs as you shudder and squeal, “Good fuckin’ girl, my good girl. Shit, where do you want me to cum?”

“I-Inside! Fuck, please! I need your cum!” you immediately sob, nails biting in his biceps where you reach out to grip him -- trembling and crying from overstimulation as he works towards his own high.

“You sure? Shit,” you nod, breathless pleas falling from your lips as he finally stills, spilling his load deep inside with a long, drawn-out groan.

Everything is still for a moment and then he’s pulling out with a hiss. You whine at the feeling of your cunt gaping, yearning for his cock again, as his cum leaks out.

He hums, “Sorry about that, let me get you cleaned up.”

You sigh, and close your eyes, trying to relax and let your body settle its trembling. He comes back and quietly works on cleaning the mess between your thighs.

“Alright, up you go,” he sighs, taking your arm and helping you to your feet. You whine and wobble for a second, making him laugh, “You good?”

“Y-Yeah…” you stumble a bit and lean against his dresser, looking for your discarded clothes.

He has his back to you as he strips his sheets. Suddenly, you feel shut out -- like you shouldn’t be there anymore.

He brushes past you to his closet, pulling out some fresh sheets. You feel silly, standing there naked while he gets ready for bed. You bend down and grab your panties, clumsily putting them on before moving to pick up your dress, where it’s crumpled on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” he laughs, “That won’t be comfortable to sleep in.”

“Huh?” you tilt your head to the side and he pauses fluffing his pillows.

“What...you didn’t think I was kicking you out, did you?” he asks and scoffs at the face you make.

“Well I...usually I…” you shift on your feet nervously and he frowns, walking up to you.

He cups your cheeks and makes you look at him, “Jesus, who have you been fucking?” he laughs and gently nudges you towards the bed, “Lay down before you fall over.”

Fighting back a smile, you do as you’re told and sit on the bed, watching as he puts on a fresh pair of sweats, waiting for him to join you. When he does, he immediately pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Take a nap, and then we’ll take a shower.”

“It’s 11 at night, it wouldn’t be a nap,” you counter with a giggle.

“Well,” he sighs, “Take a shower in the morning then, and then we can go get breakfast, yeah?”

You smile and relax against him, “Sounds good.”

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[helloalycia]

a bitch [two] // leigh shaw

summary: when you finally decide to confront leigh about the incident, things don't go to plan.

warning/s: cheating, arguing, confrontation

author's note: here’s part two! hope you like it :)

part one | masterlist | wattpad

I refused to paint Leigh in the worst light, even if I'd seen her that way. She ended up staying the night at mine to pass out without being around her sister with her hangover, and I tried not to mind. I was patient for the rest of the evening and the following morning, trying not to assume the worst. But it was hard to do that when she continued to act like nothing was out of the ordinary.

My paranoia get the better of me, as whenever she got a text or slipped out for a phone call, all I could see was her and Abby making out at the party. Why hadn't she told me what happened if it wasn't what it seemed? The only explanation could be that she didn't want me to know, which meant she was hiding it, which meant she was cheating on me. Just like Alex.

It was later that following day after the party when I was sat on the dining table doing some work on my laptop and she was sat on the couch. Her phone vibrated, followed by a tone, signalling she got a text, and I tried not to writhe with discomfort in my seat. She scoffed before tossing her phone to the other end of the couch.

"What is it?" I asked, trying not to seem too interested, even though my heart was bruising.

"Nothing," she mumbled, eyes fixated on the telly.

I gave her all of my attention now, curious. "Go on, what is it? It's clearly not nothing."

She tilted her head to look at me. Sighing, she said like it was no big deal, "Drew wants me to work on a piece, but with somebody else. And you know I'm not a fan of collaborative writing."

Forcing a smile, I hummed in acknowledgement. "Who is it? The person he wants you to work with?"

Looking back to the TV casually, she shrugged. "Abby."

Just the mere mention of that girl's name in Leigh's mouth left a bitter taste in mine. And the longer I watched Leigh staring at the TV without a care in the world, oblivious to the fact that my heart was breaking because of her, the more I wanted to burst. And I eventually did.

"I know you're cheating on me," I blurted, making her look to me with a baffled expression.

"What?"

Deciding to roll with it, I closed my laptop and met her confused stare. "Don't try to hide it, Leigh, I know. I saw you last night. At the party." She continued to play dumb, so I added with distaste, "You were kissing Abby."

Leigh opened her mouth, half-gasping and half entertained as if I was suggesting the most ridiculous thing. "You're kidding, right? That's– that's what you think of me?"

I stood up quickly, glaring at her through glassy eyes. "Don't act coy. I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. I tried to wait for you to explain yourself just in case I misinterpreted, but you continued to hide it. No doubt hiding every other moment you spend with her, too, right?"

Leigh's confusion was quickly replaced with anger, as she stood up from her place on the couch and walked towards me, pointing a finger my way.

"How dare you jump to conclusions like that!"

"It's not jumping!" I shouted, unable to stop my emotions getting the better of me. "It's facts!" Smiling bitterly, I shook my head, vision blurry with unshed tears. "I always had my suspicions that she liked you, but I never thought it could be the other way, too..."

Leigh's glare was fiery. She clenched her fists by her side as she studied my expression, attempting to find an explanation for this accusation. And the fact that she was still playing dumb pissed me off.

"God, everybody told me that you could be like this," I muttered between gritted teeth. "You flip-flop between emotions. The constant mood swings, an explosion that everyone gets caught up in."

She crossed her arms, shrugging sarcastically. "Don't hold back or anything. Say what you really mean."

I clenched my jaw and stared at her, tears finally flowing. How could this be the same person I was in love with?

"I shouldn't have expected any different when it came to your partners," I finished with a hurt voice.

Her eyes narrowed as my words settled in. "Fuck you."

"Well, you won't be, will you? You're too busy fucking Abby!"

"You're not even giving me chance to explain!" she shouted with irritation.

"Explain what?! How you kept this from me? How you had all day to explain and you just didn't?" I scoffed, shaking my head. "You know, sometimes you can be such a..." I searched for the right word before my frustration landed on only one. "Such a bitch."

She pressed her trembling lips together as she glowered at me through teary eyes. It stung, knowing I was the reason she was upset. But she cheated on me. I had every right to be.

"Fuck off," she said harshly, before turning to grab her phone and jacket.

Slipping on her shoes, she stuck a middle finger in the air before leaving my house. I glared at the space where she was stood, heart pounding in my ears and chest tightening with discomfort. She deserved it. She did exactly what Alex did.

But this hurt so much more.

—

I woke up late the next morning since I didn't have work and I was too devastated to do anything but stay in bed. Last night was difficult, just like the night before, and when I finally found myself falling asleep, all I dreamt of was Leigh.

Even though I didn't want to, I felt a guilt thrumming in my chest when my words came back to mind. I shouldn't have reacted so badly... and I definitely shouldn't have called her a bitch. My anger just took over, pushing away my love for her, and attacked her without question. But God, it still hurt. Just thinking about her with someone else reminded me of Alex and the voice message and–

Staying in bed sounded like the best option. But of course, the world had other plans.

My phone dinged, signalling I had a text, and I reluctantly reached over to my bedside table to pull it off charge. Through sleep-filled eyes, I tried to make out the name on the screen.

           Leigh ♥️

Suddenly awake, I swiped to open the message and felt my heart drop as I read it.

          Leigh ♥️: Fuck you.

Attached was a video, and as much as I wanted to get pissed at her text, I was curious to know what she'd sent. Playing it, I soon realised it was CCTV footage from her workplace, outside the toilets. At first, I squeezed my phone, thinking she'd sent it to rub it in my face. But then as I continued to watch, I saw the moments I missed last night.

Leigh walked out the toilet and Abby pulled her to the side, attempting to talk to her about something. There was no sound to the clip, but it was clear that Leigh was trying to back away and go elsewhere. They talked, Leigh using that smile she used when she was trying to be polite, before Abby suddenly pushed herself on her, kissing her. I pulled a face at the sight, reliving it all over again, but then Leigh shoved her away with anger.

Again, there was no sound, but I recognised that familiar Leigh wrath she subjected people to when they pissed her off. Hands were waving around as she seemed to be shouting in Abby's face, her face set into a permanent scowl as she did. Then she turned and stormed away, and the video ended.

Lowering my phone, I stared at the ceiling with a lump in my throat. She hadn't cheated, I'd just walked in on the wrong moment. Every horrible thing I'd said to her... completely uncalled for. No wonder she was angry and upset when I'd accused her – she hadn't done anything wrong.

"Fuck!" I shouted to nothing, before throwing my phone to the end of the bed with annoyance.

How the hell was I to make this right?

—

I spent the remainder of the morning trying to think of what I could do. Leigh wouldn't want to speak to me, understandably, but I had to try. It would be a terrible apology, but I couldn't just leave it. I loved her and I could only hope she'd still love me, even after every nasty thing I spat her way.

Knowing she'd be at work, I gave her boss and best friend, Drew, a call. Hopefully she hadn't told him everything I'd done otherwise he was definitely going to ignore me.

After a few rings, he finally answered and I couldn't stop my fingers from drumming against my thigh nervously.

"Y/N, thank God you rang! I was just about to call you," he said before I could build up the courage to speak.

I furrowed my brows. "You were?"

"You should come pick up your girlfriend," he said, and I figured he didn't know. "I don't know what her problem is and, don't get me wrong, I love Leigh, but I can't condone violence at the workplace."

My eyes widened so much I was surprised they didn't fall out my head. "What?!"

With a mixture of amazement and disappointment, he answered, "She punched a colleague of hers, Abby, in the face. It was so out of the blue – a solid punch to the jaw. Broke her knuckles, I think."

Jaw dropping, I forgot how to speak.

"She's at the hospital," he continued. "Thankfully, Abby isn't pressing charges – no idea why not, not that I want Leigh to get arrested obviously – but damn, there's a lot of paperwork to do and–"

"Drew!" I cut him off, worrying myself with thoughts of Leigh at the hospital by herself. "Text me the address. I'm on my way."

The drive to the hospital was agonisingly long, but I reached it quite quickly. I did attempt to call Leigh, unable to stop myself from checking if she was okay, but she didn't answer. This did nothing to ease my concern.

After making my way through the hospital, I finally arrived at Leigh's room. I let myself in, seeing her sat on a hospital bed with an ice pack covering her hand, balanced on a table. At the sight of me, she rolled her eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she muttered lowly, refusing to meet my gaze.

I stepped inside hesitantly, my guilt returning as I remembered everything I accused her off. "Drew told me what happened."

She clenched her jaw. "Well, I'm not a baby. I'm fine on my own."

Ignoring her rightful annoyance, I sighed quietly. "Really, Leigh? You punched her?"

As if realising how silly it sounded when I said it aloud, she looked the other way and stayed quiet. Her jaw was still clenched as she contained her anger.

"What's the damage?" I asked, hoping my concern wouldn't piss her off. As always, I was wrong.

"None of your damn business," she snapped, still not looking my way.

I frowned, approaching her bedside, but she still refused to look my way. "Leigh, I want to apologise, I do, but I need to make sure you're okay first."

She rolled her eyes before finally looking to me and glaring powerfully. If I hadn't experienced being in a fight with Leigh before, I would have definitely tucked tail and ran. But I'd known her long enough to know that the mask of anger she wore right now was only a cover for the hurt she felt. The hurt I'd caused her. 

"You don't need to do anything," she retorted, before nodding to the door. "You can go."

My heart pounded with guilt. "Leigh, please.”

"Sorry, I don't mean to be a bitch or anything," she cut me off bitterly, before looking away and frowning to herself.

The words I'd said to her in a moment of fury returned to mind and I'd never hated myself more than in that moment.

"You know, since Matt died, almost everyone I know called me a bitch," she revealed quietly, voice filled with pain rather than hostility. "Even my family. Especially my family. But you... you never called it me, Y/N. Not once. Not even when I deserved it."

The silence that followed her words was deafening. Why the hell did I have to call her that? Why?

Before I could even think of how to respond, the door to her room opened and in walked a doctor, holding what looked like print-outs of x-ray scans.

"Oh," he said with mild confusion as he spotted me by Leigh's bedside. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. I'm Leigh's doctor. Doctor Syed. And you are?"

"Her girlfriend," I replied, just as she also replied, "My ex."

I gave her a stern look, accepting if she wanted to break up, but definitely not leaving her here alone.

"I'd like to stay if that's okay," I told Doctor Syed, sensing his confusion as he looked between Leigh and I, attempting to make out whatever was happening.

To my surprise, Leigh didn't argue, even when the doctor looked her way to see if she had a problem. She simply rolled her eyes, scoffed quietly, and said nothing.

Taking this as a response, Doctor Syed proceeded to explain about Leigh's injury, particularly the broken bones in her knuckle. Apparently she'd punched Abby with so much force that she'd literally broken the bone with a crack. The x-ray proved just that and gave the doctor a perfect sight of where he could fix it, thankfully, without surgery.

I waited with an unusually quiet Leigh as he put a splint and cast on her hand there and then. He then spoke about recovery times and how she was to look after herself. After writing up a prescription for pain meds and handing it to her, he quirked a brow questioningly.

"Is that all okay, Miss Shaw?" he asked.

Leigh was too busy brooding to listen, so I smiled at the doctor instead.

"I'll make sure she does that," I answered for her. "Thank you, doctor."

He nodded and returned the smile before wishing us luck and leaving. I looked to Leigh, who was quick to get up and grab her jacket, being careful with her hand. The two of us said nothing as we left the room and hospital, making our way out onto the street. Before I could ask how she was getting home, she began to walk away from me.

I groaned inwardly before following after her, stopping her from going any further. She glared across from me.

"What?" she said through gritted teeth.

"I can give you a ride home," I offered. "I parked down the street."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm fine walking."

I gave her a knowing look. "Leigh, you just broke your hand."

Realising my point, she sighed. "Fine. I'll call literally anyone but you for a ride."

Okay, I deserved that, but it still stung.

"Fine," I said, before waiting with her as she made the call.

She took a seat on the bench to the side of the road, waiting for a taxi, and I joined her, making her scoff.

"Just to make sure you get home safe," I said, when she gave me an incredulous look.

"Whatever," she mumbled, before watching the road for her taxi.

When it finally arrived, she didn't even spare me a glance before getting in and leaving. I sighed with regret, glad she was okay but realising I still hadn't had the chance to apologise to her. I was still yet to make this right.

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It was the next day when I'd deemed it enough time to have given her space whilst also deciding I had to tell her how sorry I was before it was too late.

Building the courage to approach her front door was one thing, but knocking was another. I'm pretty sure I stared at the wood for ages before actually lifting my hand to knock. And even then, my heart was still pounding nervously in my chest.

After a moment, the door opened and revealed Leigh. But as soon as she recognised me, she made a move to close it.

"Leigh, please, wait–!" I tried, and put my foot in the doorway so she couldn't close it.

"I have nothing to say to you!" she exclaimed with irritation, glaring at me when she noticed my foot in the way. "Move it, Y/N."

"You don't have to say anything," I said with a frown and apologetic eyes. "Just hear me out. Please."

She pressed her lips together firmly, disguising her hurt with frustration. But when her eyes met mine, the pain was there and I felt guilty all over again, knowing I'd made her out to be the worst.

"I never should have said what I did," I started quickly, not wanting to lose my chance. "And I definitely shouldn't have called you a–" I winced, hating the word more than ever. "A bitch. I know you get angry when you're upset and that should've been my first indicator to knowing something wasn't right. I should've heard you out."

"But you didn't," she cut me off with a terrifyingly calm voice. "You jumped to conclusions instead. When I've never given you any reason to doubt me."

I licked my lips and looked down shamefully. She was right. "I know."

"Do you?" she asked rhetorically, a hint of resentment in her voice. "Because you jumped on me so fast that I didn't even see it coming."

Risking looking up, I saw the defensive stance she took, arms crossed judgementally and jaw tensed with annoyance.

"For the record," she added, expression softening a little, "I didn't tell you about the kiss because it meant nothing and I didn't want to upset you for no reason."

I swallowed the rising lump in my throat, the guilt thickening and squeezing the life out of me.

"I can't believe you'd think I would do something like that to you," she admitted with a heartbreaking voice, uncrossing her arms. "I love you, Y/N. I'd never hurt you like that. Never."

Squeezing my eyes shut, I pinched the bridge of my nose, memories of Alex flooding to the surface. "I know, Leigh, I know. I do."

She sighed before me. "Then why?"

Releasing my nose, I opened my eyes and was surprised at the blurriness, tears having formed. I was losing the woman I love because of my stupidity and I couldn't. I couldn't lose her. She deserved to know the truth, no matter how much it hurt.

"Do you remember my last girlfriend?" I asked reluctantly, before clearing my throat. "Alex?"

Her brows creased together with confusion. "Yes. What about her?"

Letting out an embarrassed sigh, I avoided Leigh's gaze. "We broke up because she cheated on me. With... with someone from work."

When Leigh didn't say anything, I looked up and saw her shocked expression.

"What?" she asked with disbelief. "You said it was a mutual breakup."

I pinched the skin inside my palm to feel something other than hurt and awkwardness. "I– it was easier to say that than admit the truth because the truth was– is embarrassing." Unable to hold her gaze for much longer, I focused on the door next to her. "You were going through a lot at the time, Leigh. The last thing you needed was to deal with my bullshit, too."

She frowned, trying to meet my eyes, but I was too ashamed to look her way. "You should've told me, Y/N."

I shook my head slowly. "I shouldn't have. Just like I shouldn't have assumed you'd be like her. I just– I got horribly insecure and I know that you're not her. You're nothing like her. And I shouldn't have treated you like the villain."

"No...," she began, still adjusting to my words. "No, that makes so much sense." Her good hand rested on my cheek as she forced me to look her way. "I'm so sorry that happened."

I pulled back, her hand dropping to her side, and wiped away a stray tear. I'd never meant to earn her pity – I'd done something wrong. This wasn't me earning sympathy, I just wanted her to know the truth.

"I don't want you to apologise," I told her. "I just want you to understand that I'm sorry. So sorry, Leigh. I hate that I– I ruined something good, something amazing. I never meant for this to happen," I motioned to her hand, "and I don't want you to think of me like– like– like this. Like–"

She moved forward and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me close. "I don't. I really don't."

I closed my eyes and stuffed my head into her neck, holding her tightly. She stroked the back of my hair soothingly and pressed a kiss to the side of my head.

"I forgive you," she murmured, and just like that, relief spread through me. "I'm so sorry about what happened to you. I promise I'd never to that to you. Never in a million years."

I pulled apart, wiping my tears away sheepishly whilst nodding. "I know you wouldn't, Leigh. I'm sorry for even thinking that you would."

She cupped my cheek, using her thumb to swipe away a tear. Green eyes met mine, sparkling with unshed tears that made me feel guilty because I'd never wanted to make her cry.

"I know you are," she said gently, before offering me a small smile. "Come inside, yeah? You can make it up to me by watching movies with me."

I let out a small laugh and she smiled, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my lips before holding out her hand. I rested mine in hers and let her lead me inside, hand tingling where her skin touched mine.

Leigh Shaw was anything but a bitch. She was the most caring, considerate person I'd ever met, and when she flashed me a reassuring smile as we headed to the couch, I knew one thing.

I was lucky to have her.

[purityoflust]

The Smile [Jeff The Killer X Victim!Reader] [PART 2]

Jeff the killer X Victim!

WARNING: Yandere. That's it. Yandere.

I finally decided how I would write part 2 to The Smile, which is my first and most popular post on my account so far. Anyone new who has come to read this, check out my other posts as well if you'd like. I'll post more like this. I also have a Quotev account with more fanfictions.

9/12/20, 3/4 days after the top part: God, AFTER SO LONG, I FINALLY DID IT! Took me days! I'm so sorry if this is a bit lazy, it is a tiny bit rushed by the end but how would you guys feel about a detailed part 3? I'll probably go as far as a part 3 or part 4 for the final part.

The vibrations in your brain felt warm and numbing - almost like when you have a horrible migraine and you can finally feel it subsiding with your eyes closed and your fingers gently holding down onto your eyelids as if you're holding your eyes into place to prevent them from bursting out of your skull. Upon waking up you can feel cold air settling into your skin. You haven't been awake 3 minutes and you already know what you're resting on; an extremely uncomfortable metal table. You've only seen them in movies but this was real.

The sound of a singsong voice just slightly echoing through what seemed like a moderately empty room. You groaned softly as you turned your head to your right, very slowly opening your eyes. Your vision blurred in and out, which, you wanted to rub to clear it out but as you went to lift your wrists, you felt pressure around them.

Something was holding your arms down. This catches your attention, blinking multiple times while turning your head back up straight and attempting to sit up. You were hardly successful with that, struggling while grunting under your breath to pull your hands from under what seemed to be a thick rope. As you pulled harder, you sucked in your stomach out of habit before immediately coming to a halt and choking up in pain.

This whole time you were ignoring the voice that was singing eerily nearby, "You and me, always forever~"

The voice was of a male. Scratchy, shaky. Familiar.

Familiar.

You could feel a string of your heart pop out of place as your breath stopped. That's when you knew something was wrong, but it just doesn't add up. You gulp while your eyeballs vigorously glance around to see where the source was coming from, only to see a figure in a corner. It was doubled over and it was sitting down on a simple wooden chair. Doubling over a...table? An average male figure, nothing unique. Although, the clothing style was unusual. At least what was on the clothes. He wore a fluffy white hoodie and what seemed to be black pants and black-and-white converse. The problem wasn't the outfit, no. His hoodie was spotted and had patterns upon patterns of darkened and more fresh-looking blood splatter. He had long black hair down to his shoulders. And luckily, his back was facing you.

You were dumbfounded. How did you get here, why are you restrained, and why is there a blood covered man near you? Is that even blood? Maybe it's paint or a design? Some people do wear clothes that have different kinds of blood splatter designs on them. Hm. Or he's an actual murderer about to gut you like a fish.

You wanted to speak. You wanted to speak so badly but you just couldn't. As you parted your lips, your throat went dry while your gaze stayed locked onto the bloody male that sat before you. The singing made you shiver as you tried so hard to remember where you could have heard or seen him. Why can't you remember?

The male then turned around to look at you. His singing had come to a gentle halt. Your mouth closed as he did so, your throat going completely dry and your whole body feeling like an ice cube. You were greeted with cold blue eyes. They looked hungry and bloodthirsty, yet they held a warm affection as they looked into your traumatized eyes. It was almost comforting until you saw the rest of his face. His skin was snow white and his lips looked dry. That's when more attention is drawn to his lower jaw. He's smiling. Too big for a normal person.

That's when you realize. He has a large smile carved into his cheeks going from ear to ear while his own lips were curled within a smile as well. And that's when it hits you.

And it hits you hard.

The memories of hours prior start brutally crashing into you, flooding back into your numb brain. All of the realization replaced itself with agonizing anxiety, your heart starting to race at speeds that felt impossible. You could pass out, but something inside you kept you awake. Something about him and about this whole situation was making you dizzy. The male slowly stands and turns his body all the way to face you. He seemed deranged, yet, he had a very relaxed stance and body language.

Uncomfortable silence loomed in the air.

He kept staring at you before slowly taking steps forward. You watch him carefully as your head feels like it's spinning, which you could notice your vision blurring a little bit here and there. The silence is suddenly disturbed with the male speaking up again, choking up in giggles. "Oh my sweet Y/N, you're awake~" He cooed, now standing over you. He leaned himself down and reached his hand to your cheek, gently brushing your skin with his surprisingly soft thumb. He leaned his face closer to yours. The smell of booze, blood, & smoke overwhelmed your nostrils. Yet it didn't seem to bother you that much.

His touch almost kind of made you feel...at ease. Your heart slowed itself and your breathing went back to pace. You felt fine, somewhat, but something in your stomach was still sore. The more you stare at him, the more memories come flooding back. The more memories flooding back, the easier you fit the puzzles together.

"M-my...stomach..--" You stutter out painfully.

In response to this, the male turned his head over to your abdomen and gently rested his other hand onto your bandaged stomach, applying very gentle pressure on it as to not hurt you. It was still slightly painful, causing you to groan under your breath.

"Oh, this...I'm sorry, my sweet butterfly. I had to make sure you wouldn't get away, and you didn't! Don't worry, Jack patched you up, so you'll be just fine!"

You remember now. You remember it all. The chase, your friend, the salty kiss before what you thought was your demise.

You naturally wondered as well; who's Jack?

"Wh-.." You weakly force air out of your throat again to speak, "why am I..tied-?"

"Oh, so you wouldn't be able to get away. I knew you would run away, or struggles, so I had to make sure you wouldn't do that!"

He was right. You would run away and struggle to get out of whatever the hell kind of place you're in. Well, knowing what he looks like. He DID stab you, after all. Who knows what this sicko wants.

He lifts his hand from your stomach and turns back to you, gently placing both of his hands at each side of your face. "You're so beautiful, Y/N. So sweet and so innocent. I couldn't keep letting the others eat you up like candy. You're mine and only mine. I need to protect you."

"Wh-who- are you?" You weren't really all too scared for some strange reason now. You were pretty calm. Probably from all of the energy this is draining.

"His name is Jeff." A deep and gruff voice cuts in.

The both of you turn your heads to the door of the room where a tall figure in all black stood. He was about 6"4 wearing heavy boots, black jeans, and a black hoodie. His hair was a dark brown though while he wore a mask. The mask was a dark blue with black goo oozing from the eyesockets. He was pretty intimidating even just by standing idly like a character waiting to be loaded in.

"And I'm Jack." He continued, "I'm the one who took care of your wound."

Jack stepped closer, soon standing at the other side of the table. He stood at the left as Jeff stood at the right.

"He wouldn't stop insisting I help."

You just blink, unknowing of what to respond with. He pursed his lips under his dark mask, in his own thought for a moment while staring down at you. You seemed calm enough, and your still pretty fresh injury was gonna hold you back anyway.

"[P]-[Pronoun]'s gonna-!" He attempts to blurt out, only to be stopped by you.

"I won't."

You were untied at your wrists and ankles, allowing yourself to pull your legs up and rest your feet at the top of the table, propping your knees up. It made your stomach feel weird, but it felt kind of nose and felt like it was easing the pain. You wrapped your arms around your knees, looking around the room more. "What is this place?" You ask.

"It's a medical room."

"Huh.." You shrug it off. Your anxiety levels had died down and the more you actually think about it, this isn't the worst thing that's happened. Your life has been pretty fucked up and you have damaged relationships everywhere. Honestly, being around new people and being far away from others sounds not too bad right now. Not like anyone would care anyway.

The next few hours, you're introduced to everyone else at the Mansion. They've been so...unique and honestly, you're surprised some people and beings like them even exist. They were all equally surprised with how little fear you showed.

You actually got along with most of them.

The others have taken a liking to you and hope you hang around longer. Alone in the living room, you, Jeff, Jack, and others sit at the couches and chairs in the living room, chatting away and getting to know them as they get to know you.

You feel Jeff wrap his arms around you and place a gentle kiss on your forehead, making your heart skip a beat.

You found out Jeff has been stalking you for months at a time. Watching your every move, eliminating anyone in the way. Huh, no wonder so many people in your life kept disappearing. You...couldn't bring yourself to be upset or scared, let alone even sad. You felt kind of at ease.

And far from uncomfortable. Someone loved you. Maybe more than they should, but they love you.

You didn't even feel upset at the fact Jeff had murdered that friend earlier. I mean, you just met the guy, so he wasn't even a 'friend'? So you paid no mind to it.

If anything, you really liked the thrill of someone being obsessed with you. A serial killer being so infatuated with you. He could be so protective of you and get rid of anyone you asked him to! There's is an advantage here. You knew he could snap and probably kill you intentionally or unintentionally, but you didn't mind. You really had no one else, technically speaking. No one that really cared. Not as much as he did.

Maybe he isn't so bad.

[nebulousfishgills]

In Reality

Request by @nosfera1 : hiiiii is your request open? i was wondering if i could ask for an angsty wanda x fem!r fic where they've been in a relationship for a year and r is absolutely head over heels with her. r planned their anniversary date and during that dinner wanda confesses that she's only been dating r to move on from her previous relationship the whole time and cant carry it in her conscience anymore? make it reaaally really heart wrenching as possible please. thank youuuuu

Ah, thank you so much for sending in your request!! (Yes, requests are open lol). I'm always excited to recieve a new request, especially for a character I have yet to write for!

I hope I get this the way you want! ❤

Warnings: Angst, feels, fluff (but like, fake?)

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"Wan, are you okay?" You asked, noticing your girlfriend looking a bit uncomfortable. Her hands were in her lap, her eyes staring at the table or the wall, and she seemed like she was zoning in and out. "Wanda?"

"What? Oh, yes, dear?" She asked, jerking up from looking at the muted paisley tablecloth.

"I was wondering if you were okay." You repeated.

"Yes, I'm alright, dear. Just a little tired is all." She said, showing her teeth in a smile that almost seemed forced. You chose to ignore it.

"I was going to say, but I didn't want to be rude." You said, chuckling.

"We've been together for a year, we can tell each other anything."

"I'm glad you feel that way."

The waiter brought your dishes not long after that, the thin veil of steam curling off the top of the Italian dishes you ordered. Your glasses were refilled and parmesan was grated on top of your meals.

You started nearly scarfing down your food, the wait having been a little too long without a breadstick refill. You watched Wanda gently cut through the meatballs on the top of her pasta, dividing them into quarters. The delicate movement entranced you for a moment, a bashful smile creeping onto your face.

To say you loved Wanda would be a severe understatement. The past year you had been together was the best year of your life. Before, you had been in a slump, everything seeming sad and dreary. You had been having a particularly bad day that day, as a matter of fact. You missed the bus in the morning, so you had to walk to work. Halfway through, it started raining buckets and you had no umbrella. You were lucky your boss was so understanding, else she would have reprimanded you for sure for being late. Still, the woman signed your paychecks; staying on her good side was in your best interest.

While pondering your latest excuse for being late to work again, it suddenly stopped raining.

No, someone was holding an umbrella over you.

That someone happened to be Wanda, offering her umbrella to you to shelter from the storm. You took one look at her and it was as if the color started to soak back into your previously grey world. Not only was this woman going out of her way to help you, she was beautiful as well.

Wanda held the umbrella over your head while you both walked to where you worked (she didn't mind in the slightest; she didn't have a set destination when she started walking). You told each other a few things about yourselves to pass the time. You were working at your current job until you could afford to move to a better part of the city. The apartment you lived in currently had a lot of small problems that would pop up every now and then that would take your savings. Your dishwasher had just broken and you needed to save up to get that replaced.

Wanda told you about things in her life, too. Her brother had died a few years ago in what she called a "tragic accident." Her last relationship had ended pretty suddenly more recently, so she took frequent walks to give herself something to do.

Suddenly your dishwashers woes seemed so nominal.

You arrived at the building you worked at and Wanda bid you goodbye. Though, not before passing you a small slip of paper with a few digits on it you recognized as a phone number. You went pink and walked into your office, sending a text to Wanda as soon as you sat down. You saw each other more frequently after that, going on your first date not long after.

And here Wanda was, sitting in front of you with her steaming pasta and quarter sliced meatballs. You ate your dinners in silence to start, the only noises between you two being the scratches of utensils on plates and quiet chewing.

After a few minutes, you noticed Wanda poking at her pasta with her fork. She hadn't eaten very much. Her chin rested on her other hand, the food on her plate starting to cool down.

"Wan, are you sure you're okay?" You asked. "You've barely eaten anything."

"I'm fine..." Wanda replied, letting out an exhale as if she were holding her breath. She put the fork down and rested her hand on the table.

"Wanda, it's okay. If something's bothering you, you can tell me." You said, resting your hand on top of hers. She took it, rolling your fingers in hers. She pulled her hand back and rested it in her lap, her other hand following suit. She took a breath.

"Y/N, can I tell you something?" She asked.

"Anything, Wan." You said. Wanda took in another breath and looked you in the eyes. That's how you knew she was getting dead serious with you.

"This isn't easy but... I can't keep holding it in. I can't do this anymore." She said.

"Can't do what?"

"This." She wagged her finger in between the two of you. Your breath hitched in your throat.

"What do you mean? You can't do--?" You asked, your voice cracking slightly.

"No, I can't." Wanda cut in. "Listen, Y/N, I'm telling you this now so I don't hurt you worse later on. I can't keep stringing you along."

"'Stringing me along?' Wanda, I don't understand. Don't you love me?"

"I... I... No. It's just..." Wanda bit her lip and averted her gaze from you.

"Just what? Something I did? What did I do, Wanda?"

"Nothing! You did nothing! It's not you, Y/N, it's just..."

"Wanda, are you joking? One year, Wanda! This is our one year anniversary and you're telling me this now??" You asked, the tears streaming down your face through your anger.

"I know, it's not ideal, but I couldn't find time to tell you before!"

"Couldn't? Or wouldn't? You're telling me you lied to me for a year, Wanda. Why?"

"Because I needed a distraction, okay? My last relationship ended badly and I was having a hard time getting over it. I thought you would... provide support until I could get back on my feet." Wanda admitted. Your face got hotter as the realization sunk in. Your voice got low as you continued speaking.

"You used me? You dated me to get over someone else? Is that all I was to you? Just a distraction? A plaything?" You growled.

"Y/N, you don't understand--"

"Oh, no, I understand plenty, Wanda." You stood up from your seat, throwing on your jacket and grabbing your handbag. You looked at the half empty water glass at your seat and picked it up. You examined the water inside for a moment, looking at Wanda over the rim. "I'd throw the water in your face right about now, but unlike you, I have standards on how people should be treated. Like a person with feelings and not something you use to play pretend with."

You downed the rest of the water and put the glass back on the table.

"Y/N--" Wanda said weakly, but you cut her off with a pinch of your fingers.

"Not another word, Wanda." You snapped, before turning around to walk away. "Don't even try to call me."

You burst out of the restaurant and sat down on one of the stone benches out front. You sent a quick text to your friend asking for a ride home, sending the address. Wanda had driven you here.

"What happened to your date?" Your friend asked.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Alright. I'm on my way."

You shut off your phone and stared up at the sky. Not a moment later, thunder rumbled above you and it started to rain.

You had no umbrella to cover you.

Finally, you allowed yourself to cry, your tears mixing with the rainwater that dripped onto your face. You let everything out, all the anger and sorrow until your throat went raw.

The headlights of your friend's car pierced through the wall of rain. You stood up and ran over, climbing inside of the heated car. You let out a sigh and leaned back against the seat.

"You okay?" Your friend asked. You didn't reply, just turned to look out the window, the raindrops gliding down it. As the car started pulling away, someone ran outside of the restaurant, screaming your name.

Wanda.

You looked at her as your friend pulled out of the parking lot. Wanda caught sight of you inside the car, watching you leave. You just stared back at her coldly as your friend whisked you away back home.

As soon as you got back to your apartment, you blocked Wanda's number and collapsed onto your sofa. Tears leaked down your face as you fell asleep.

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Hope you enjoyed this, nosfera!

As always, requests are open, so send them in!

[no-oneknowsmyname]

Summary: Ghostbur finds himself confronted with a train, and he decides to take it. He wakes up with hardly a memory to his name, laying injured and confused on the floor of one of the G-Train's shopping carts. Thankfully, Etho, on one of his many shopping escapades, is there to find him and get some Boatem people to help.

I happened upon this art and I couldn't stop thinking about the concept of Ghostbur ending up in Hermitcraft. I just had to get this written down. I might continue this, I'm not sure. I just really love the idea of Ghostbur ending up in S8 Hermitcraft smack in the middle of the hermits already dealing with big moons, earthquakes, and prank wars. Plus, Mr Soot's fanfictions on Reddit mean nothing to me, and this was my way of flipping him off. Stay away from my comfort character, Wilbur. I can and will write a fanfic about him having fun with my other comfort characters in a different server.

Also, slight warnings for angst, disassociation, depression, injury, blood, and such at the beginning of this. Ghostbur doesn't start off in a happy place, but it gets better.

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Ghostbur had forgotten to count how long he'd been here. It wasn't like there were days for him to count by; the station was always dark and shadowed, expanding endlessly in every direction. Not a single window to be seen. 

At first, he counted on the train. It came, he thought, at regular enough intervals. It wasn't very reliable, however, as saying he'd been sitting on the same bench for any number of times of the train passing by would mean nothing to everybody. 

There was a screen hanging on the ceiling, however, that had a timer. But he never looked at it, not after seeing it showed the things people said about him back home… not after seeing how few and far in-between and mean some of those things had become.

So he forgot to keep count. Forgot to care. His fingers hurt from scratching on the walls, and they hadn't ever seemed to heal along with the hole in his chest and the burns steaming on his cheeks down from his eyes. 

He missed his friends. He missed Tommy. Techno. Phil. Tubbo. Ranboo. Friend especially. But he had long accepted that none of them were coming for him. Ghostbur fucked up in that prison, trying to help Tommy with something that he didn't quite understand. At first, he tried to blame Tommy for this limbo, as he had promised he wouldn't get hurt… but deep down he knew he was the one to fail Tommy. They weren't coming for him because they preferred Wilbur. Wilbur didn't fuck up. Wilbur could do great things and be respected. Wilbur didn't forget or get attached to little, stupid things, or melt in the rain. 

Ghostbur was going to stay here forever. And he forgot to count how long he'd been here or forgot to care because it didn't matter. 

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He sobbed. His brain was too loud again, thinking these depressing thoughts. He wished he could turn it off, or at least cry himself to sleep… but his brain got too loud. He hated this. He much preferred when he would disassociate from this, stare off into the corner and pretend that he didn't exist here. Get lost in daydreams about running in the snowfields with Friend. 

But right now wasn't the case. 

He was here. He was here and he'd always be here. 

No one missed him. No one cared. They only tolerated him, and it hurt more than the scars from his tears, the bleeding wounds on his fingertips and chest. More than anything. And he wanted to forget. He wanted to forget because at least it wouldn't hurt anymore.

Forget. He wanted to forget so badly, but the thought of forgetting hurt just as much too.

He was stuck.

That was his limbo. 

It wasn't the train station.

It was remembering.

He was curled up so tight he could feel his shattered ribs against his weak knees. Everything felt torturous, and he couldn't help but wonder when it would end. He couldn't be stuck like this forever. Eventually, the agony should turn into splinters… decaying and rotting and eventually becoming nothing just like his dearly departed desire to hold on to any semblance of hope. 

Maybe one day he'll become dust. Maybe, the last time someone says his name would be the last time he's forced to take a breath. 

He… cannot help but look forward to that day, if it ever would come. 

Unfortunately, that day never would come. What did arrive, however, was a train. Initially, it wasn't surprising. There had been many trains arriving and leaving just as quickly, never stopping and never slowing… windows dark and shadowed and wheels screeching against the tracks loud enough to make his ears burst. They're what brought him here, and they continue to pass by like a taunt. A pointed finger and a howling laugh at his misery and loneliness. 

But this train was different. 

The wheels didn't scream. That was what he noticed first. They hummed gently, like the train was well loved and well used. Nothing like those subway cars caked with rust and hopelessness. And when he looked up, shocked at the tenderness of the sound, he found himself staring dumbfounded at a train that wasn't a subway cart at all. 

It was a steam engine, billowing pure white clouds that smelled like fresh rain. He could feel his chest pounding as a whistle sounded, long and true, piercing his eardrums and forcing him to bring his blue stained sleeves to his ears. His eyes remained wide open, however, as the engine began to slow down… as if all of this wasn't baffling enough. He had no idea what to do or think as the train came to a complete stop, releasing a final fit of steam before going still. He could only sit there… and stare.

It was a lovely vehicle. Nothing like what Ghostbur had ever seen… especially trapped in here. Eventually, the pounding in his chest and ears calmed down, and when the train revealed itself to not be going anywhere… he worked up the courage to stand up.

He kept his eyes downcast from the screen above him, not wanting to think about them right now. He took curious steps towards the train, stopping close enough to make out  plated logos nailed into the metal surface. 

B.T.M.

G-TRAIN

He couldn't recall what that could stand for, and instead took a look further down the train where he could see wooden cart after wooden cart… some closed off and some open enough to reveal crates after more crates.

He could take the time to poke around those crates. Maybe he'd find some blue, or maybe some food, or maybe even a shovel… but something was calling for him at the engine. Something that felt safe. Safer than he had ever felt before. 

He arrived here in a train, it wasn't hard to assume that maybe he'd be able to leave on one too. 

It wasn't a difficult decision to climb aboard and make his way to the engine room. The second he sat down on a leather padded chair near the controls, the train came to life seemingly all on its own. The whistle sang and the floor jolted as the wheels began to move. He didn't look out the windows as the train moved forward, and he didn't allow himself to wonder what he truly was leaving.

He didn't know where he was going… but he had the feeling that anywhere he could go would be better than here. 

For the first time in many, many years… he felt alive. For the first time in sixteen years…

He laughed.

---

He woke up on hardwood floors, stuffed between a cold wall and unmoving, heavy purple boxes. He had no idea when he had transitioned from laughing on the engine to waking up here, but at least he can rest assured that it wasn't a sick dream. 

If it was a sick dream, he'd be waking up leaning against that bench, feeling cold and impossibly dead. Not… not to the feeling of sunlight and textured wood and the smell of wild grass. 

He still hurt, however. In fact… the more he woke up, the more he felt the pain grow. 

He gasped, curling in on himself and squeezing his eyes shut… but it moved the gaping hole in his chest and he choked on a scream. He's been in pain for so long, but this felt more sharp than… than it ever had. And he knew, he knew he had other injuries other than that gaping wound, but they were too small for his brain to process. 

Tears leaked down his face. He could feel them sting. 

And he was so trapped in his sudden misery, wondering what he had done to deserve such torture after being granted fresh air and sunlight… that he didn't notice that someone else was in the cart with him. 

In fact, he didn't even realize someone was there until they were touching him. He shouted, weakly fighting the hold, but their grasp was persistent. 

"Oh shoot," a deep voice said, "you're hurt bad."

And Ghostbur wasn't an angry ghost. He'd hardly ever raised his voice unless he was scared. But the sheer audacity of that mysterious voice to tell him what he already knew made him want to scream every swear word he'd been taught right at their face. 

He knew lots of swear words. He was taught by none other than… than… what was… his name…?

"I don't have any health potions…" The voice said, sitting him against the wall of the cart. Ghostbur desperately tried to open his eyes and figure out who this person was, but it was like looking through a foggy sheet of ice. 

The sunlight brought more tears to his eyes, and all he could make out while gasping and sobbing against the wall of the cart was a tall figure leaning before him, their hands covered in blue. They wore a green vest… the bottom half of their face was obscured by something colored a deep navy… hair must be either a pure blonde or a white. 

One eye was dark. The other red.

"Snappers," the man whispered under his breath. "I- I'm gonna go see if the Boatem people have anything that can help."

And then the man was gone. 

Ghostbur forced himself to breathe, sucking in lungful after lungful of air and blinking tears from his eyes as the world came more and more into view. 

He had no idea where he was. Plains stretched far ahead of him, only interrupted by pathways and towering buildings in the distance. A couple houses… A factory… Something large and grey that suggested a mountain. 

He didn't have a chance to study anymore before blurry figures were running towards him from one of the buildings. 

One of them, he recognized the white hair of. But there were two others. One had a deep blue hoodie over long brown hair, and the other had a red jumper and shaggy, dirty blonde hair. 

The image of the second one struck some sort of familiarity within him, but he couldn't place it. 

"There really is someone?! You weren't lying?!" The smaller one shouted in surprise as they came up to Ghostbur. The exclamation went ignored as the white haired one and the hooded one came to a stop before him, already shoving a bottle filled with a bright magenta liquid.

"Why don't you drink this, hun," the hooded one said, her voice heavily accented and kind. "You'll be feelin' right better."

Ghostbur didn't have any reason to argue with her gentle instructions, especially as she promised that the pain would go away. With her hands cradling his own as he lifted the bottle to his lips, he heard the white haired one say her name. 

"You're a lifesaver, Pearl," he said, breathless. 

She chuckled. "I would hope so. I always have some of these stored away for when I need to rescue Mumbo for the thousandth time from a magma cube."

The liquid was cold and comforting, like fresh spring water flavored with hints of lime and strawberry. He was so enchanted with the taste, that he didn't realize how much better he was feeling until the bottle was gone. 

He looked down at his chest, shocked to find that while his yellow sweater was still stained blue with his blood… the pale skin underneath was sealed… leaving nothing but a pink, jagged scar. He looked down at his fingertips, no longer cut at the tips, and brought them to his cheeks where the scars still stung… but they weren't freshly wounded anymore. 

"Where did he come from?" Pearl asked.

"What is he?" The third, red-jumpered one chimed in. "He doesn't look… completely human…"

Ghostbur lowered his hands from his face and studied his rescuers with better detail, noting features he hadn't been able to see before through his teary eyes. 

The one who found him first did, in fact, have white hair; it was pulled up by a headband of some sort. His lower face was covered by a mask, and he wore a uniform that looked like it was made for stealth, along with a comfy looking pair of sandals. His eyes looked kind, if not a little permanently tired.

The one who handed him the potion, Pearl, who looked every bit as kind and nurturing as her voice suggested. There's an impish way to how she smiled at him, however, like she had a mischievous side she couldn't always resist and often embraced. 

And the last one, the one Ghostbur hadn't yet really had any direct contact with. For a minute, Ghostbur thought he was looking in the mirror. They had much the same hair, eyes, sweater… with only some color mismatching here and there. He wondered if that was where that flash of familiarity came from earlier… oh why was he so forgetful?

"What's your name?" Pearl asked. She pointed to herself, then to the white haired man, then to Ghostbur's look-alike. "I'm Pearl, this is Etho, and behind us is Grian."

Ghostbur swallowed, suddenly nervous. "I'm…" his voice scratched. He cleared it, and they waited patiently. "I'm, uh, Ghostbur! Where am I?"

"Ghostbur?" Grian questioned with a raised eyebrow. 

Ghostbur nodded, beginning to really enjoy these kind faces and no longer feeling like he was in agonizing pain. "Yes! It's like Wilbur, but I'm a ghost! Ghostbur! But don't call me Wilbur, I don't like that name very much, thank you. I like the color blue, and sheep, and bells, and-"

Pearl laughed, making Ghostbur realize he'd begun to ramble. 

"Um. Sorry, I'm a little airheaded sometimes. Can you tell me where I am? I can't seem to remember much."

"You're in Boatem," Grian answered, still standing back and looking at Ghostbur with a calculative look on his face. "On my G-Train. Where did you come from?"

Ghostbur hummed. "Uh. I'm not sure, I'm afraid. Last I remember I was… I was somewhere dark I think? And then there was a train. I got on it and woke up here! Boatem sounds like a nice place, and it seems I've already made some new friends. Thank you for helping the pain go away! I like blue, but not when it's coming from my own body."

Ghostbur laughed after his last sentence, but the others didn't share his laughter. Pearl looked suddenly concerned while Etho and Grian shared looks. Ghostbur swallowed nervously and made to stand up. That regained all of their attention.

"Thank you for helping me, again. You are all so nice, and I'm lucky to have met you. I should be on my way then, I'm sorry for bothering you all like this."

"Woah, woah, woah," Pearl said, reaching forward and grabbing his hand. 

She tugged it away like she touched fire when Ghostbur couldn't contain his flinch… his heart spiking. 

"I'm sorry," he said, as if on instinct. 

She shook her head, keeping a comfortable distance. "You don't need to apologize. We're happy to help, and we want to make sure you're okay. You shouldn't be going off on your own… especially if you don't know where you are."

"Oh, I won't be alone," Ghostbur replied, smiling. "I'll have Friend with me. He's a blue sheep, and he always respawns. We always find each other. I just gotta look for him."

"You'll need a place to stay while looking for him," Grian said, not sounding convinced at all. "Besides, it's almost night, and it's getting more and more... weird at night lately. You can stay at my starter base… and you'll probably have to meet X before you can go off on your own."

So many people to meet! That alone is what made Ghostbur slowly nod his head in agreement, making them promise that he'd still be able to look for Friend while waiting to meet this X person. 

While Pearl held out her hand again in an offer to take his own, he noticed Etho beginning to hang back, looking all mopey and silent. Pearl led him off the train cart onto the station's platform, and he turned to his first new friend here. "Will you be coming too?"

Etho blinked, then sheepishly stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Ah, no. I gotta head back to my place. It was nice meeting you, but, uh, I uh, better head back before Iskall starts worrying 'bout me."

Iskall. Another new name. Perhaps another new friend. 

"Thanks for finding us, Etho," Grian says, jumping off the train cart and turning to wave at the man. It was then Ghostbur noticed the wings on his back. He'd only ever seen one other person with wings before, though he cannot recall the name or face. He had thought winged people were rare, but here one was, with wings shaped like a bat's, large and leathery and shimmering like a twilight sky. Colorful scales that almost looked like parrot feathers rested near his shoulder blades. They're the most beautiful things Ghostbur's seen so far in this new place.  "And thank you for your business at the G-Train!"

Etho waved them goodbye, his mismatched eyes lingering on Ghostbur for a second longer than the others. Then, before Ghostbur knew it, he was being led hand-in-hand with Pearl towards a cute house with gray stone walls and a dark tiled roof. Lush, green grass and moss lined the lawn. It looked cozy and warm… until they opened the front doors to reveal it baren and open. Green glass separated some strange looking contraptions to the right, and to the left was a green glass floor that roofed a large room that he couldn't see into from this angle yet. 

"It's not much," Grian said, walking ahead of them towards a closet under a flight of stairs and dragging out a small bed. "But it'll give you some privacy. I don't live here anymore."

"It's… not very complete in here is it?"

Grian laughed. "Like I said, it's not much."

"If you want, you can come with me to my place," Pearl offered, but Ghostbur shook his head. 

He felt like he's had a strange day, so far. His brain was still muddled thanks to his own forgetfulness and calming down from waking up confused and in pain. He really wasn't sure what he could be doing right now besides staying here and trying to remember anything useful. He had to have come from somewhere… somewhere with other friends who probably miss him. Somewhere with a nice home out in the snowy forests, far far away from anything that wanted to hurt him with his- his someones. Someones who were special to him. Somehow. He knew it. 

He just needed to remember. 

He bid Grian and Pearl goodnight, promising not to leave the house during the night. They left with a strange warning to not be too panicked if he looked out of the window and the moon was big, and to not go outside because apparently there was a hole that went down to the void under the world that he could accidentally fall into… and to not panic if the ground shook "it was probably okay maybe". 

These people were all weird, and it left a smile on his face as he dragged the old bed Grian got out of the closet back towards the east window, looking back at the G-Train and the large, green mountains behind it. 

He sat on the bed, watching the huge moon rise. Moons weren't usually that big, he was pretty sure of that. It looked almost as if it was going to fall right towards them.

But Grian and Pearl didn't seem panicked when they told him about it. He got the feeling that they're used to strange. 

He laid down on the bed, his eyes feeling heavy and tired, which felt like a new thing to him. His past was a fog to him, but he was still sure that feeling tired was new for him. Along with feeling pain like he had earlier. Along with the beating in his chest as he pressed his hand over his heart. 

Weird things around here, huh?

Ghostbur realized he might just be the newest weird thing for these people. 

He laughed to himself, his eyes slipping shut and drowsiness settling in his bones. 

Tomorrow would certainly be a weird day. He was counting on it.

[pure-kirarin]

Slow & Steady [P2] [Sabo x f!reader] (+18)

Genre : Romance - Smut - Bestfriends to lovers General warnings : Alcohol consumption - Dark themes - Swearing - S m u t - possessiveness - Mention of ex-relationships - jealousy

A/N : This is really different from my usual writing style but I am experimenting. Please tell me your thoughts and don’t hesitate to ask to be added to the tag list :) AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/31877203?view_full_work=true

In the last chapter --  «-Enough playing now, you're going to sleep. -B-but ! This wasn't what I asked for....You're really a coward after all...You virgin... » He carried you to his room, putting you on the bed and sitting next to you. «-I'd love to prove you wrong. However, it would be better if you were in a state where you'd be able to recall how good I am. If you want me to fuck you this badly then maybe ask me when you're sober.

Part I - Part II

Part II  -Yeah yeah...Pff..You're no fun Sabo. Things were finally getting interesting ! »

He smiled seeing that you were now calmer. You started to yawn and bury your face in his pillow. He loved to see you getting so comfortable in his room. He really needed a cold shower after your little show.  -Goodnight (Y/N). I'll sleep on the couch. You can get comfortable. -Are you crazyy ? You gonna leave me alone like this ? Let's sleep together~ -Come on (Y/N), you're a big girl. You could sleep alone for one night, would you ? Translation : I don't want to spend the whole night with a semi. And you're dangerously flirty, and I have wanted you for years and now I have to abstain.

-Pleaaaase. You said looking at him with puppy eyes. He rolled his eyes placing a hand in his hair. God.damn.it.

You won again. Like every time. * * *  You opened your eyes hardly next day, feeling something hard against your thigh. You looked at the ceiling

Oh...I am not in my room...Where the fuck am I ?

you turn around only to discover the embodiment of Adonis to your side. A light beam was lighting up Sabo's face. He looked like an angel as his beauty couldn't be that of a human.

Was he always this handsome ?

You didn't know, in fact, you have never had the occasion to wake up in his bed. Wait, in his bed ? This realization came slowly as your head was still foggy from yesterday's consumption.

You looked down, the thing that was pressing against your leg was indeed :

his thing.

You frowned, blushed, pulled away, put a hand on your lips repressing an internal scream, all of this in around three seconds. You then tried to calm down, telling yourself that it was very normal for a man to experience this kind of morning unconviniences, and that Sabo was a man, after all. Even if  you have always seen him as a bestfriend, he was still a man that is capable of physical attraction.

Now that this internal monologue was done with, you felt a bit calmer, but that didn't answer your question. You got out of bed, trying to recall what happened after going in the bar. And it came back. All of it. Without any mercy for your feelings.

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Your only wish was to disappear which meant : calling Nami. You headed out of the house, not even having the courage to face your bestfriend.

« Namiiiii -Uh ? What's the matter ? -I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. -Oh yeah ? Tell me about it. -Wait, why do you seem excited ? -O-oh I'm not excited. Come on tell me. What else could you have possibly done ? -I asked Sabo to fuck me. -Wait what ? You could hear Vivi ask Nami about what happened and her answering « She asked Sabo to fuck her ». -Nami ! Don't go on telling everyone about this. I'm on my way. -For starters, Vivi isn't « everyone », she's my girlfriend. And I'm here waiting for you to tell me what happened. -Wait, I'll come at your place. This can't be discussed over the phone. »

You hung up on her. Ten minutes later, you were at her place. Extremely confused. Nami was painting her nails bright red on the bed while Vivi was sitting comfortably on a chair. You let your whole body weight fall on a lounge pug, tourmented.  «-So tell me how you and Sabo ended up fucking. She emphasized the last word in a way that made you almost choke on air.  -We didn't actually. Nami and Vivi both sighed in a synchronized « Ah » of disappointment. -So hmm...I don't remember clearly. I was really drunk-- well that you're aware of and...And Sabo didn't want to leave me alone so we went to his place. Ace was at Thatch's so we were alone. We hugged and he comforted me. Then I started teasing him, and I don't know what I was thinking, but I kissed him, and then I asked him to fuck me. -Wow that escalated quickly. Said Nami as she continued painting her nails.

-Well, I was heartbroken, I needed something, someone, and he was there, and you know Sabo, he's a good guy ! I don't know what's worse, the fact that I asked him to fuck me or the fact that he said no.

-Oh god I'm so so sorry

- Nami please don't make things worse for me.

-No offense, but you're so dense. Sabo has always been into you. Do you want him, or do you not ? I know that going right into a relationship after a breakup is a bad idea. But honestly it's worth giving it a shot. He's a really good guy. Try dating someone nice for once.

-I don't know, he has something unsettling about him. Like « almost too good to be true » you know ? Added Vivi.

-Ohhh~ I see. Honestly, I always thought that he was a bit prude and hella vanilla. I mean, yes, he's my best friend. But he has never talked about girls to me or about sexual stuff. So I just assumed that. I never thought that he'd be packin' like that. You said as you popped a lollipop in your mouth.

-Ah ? Was it really that impressive ? asked Nami, genuinely curious.

-Yeah. On a scale from 0 to doflamingo he's a solid eight point seventy five. (*)

-Oh gosh. I understand why you're so worked up now.

-That's really...precise. Added Vivi, a bit horrified.

(*) [ The dear reader might need this clarification ; Doflamingo was Law's uncle, he sometimes came to pick him up after uni with his luxurious lamborghini. He wore extremely tight pants that left little to the imagination. And he was most known among your clique for having a nine incher. It was a running joke wether to know if Law got his uncle's genes. Needless to say that this joke wasn't to Law's taste. Now back to our adorable Y/N. ]

-So. I really don't know what to do. I am still heartbroken. -And horny. Added the ginger. -Yeah, that too. I'm afraid of ruining our friendship. -Listen dear, said Nami as she was closing the nail polish bottle, if you're not going for it, someone else would. And trust me, that girl Koala is upping her game. She's going to steal him right in front of your eyes, just like this - and she snapped her fingers. -Oh, and then, you can forget about being « best friends ». Said Vivi adding fuel to the fire. -Yeah, once he's gonna start dating, he won't have too much time for you-- and then, that Koala girl, my god, she seems extremely possessive ! -No way, your voice was detached, trying to act is if you weren't worried, Sabo has never dated any girl before.- -Yes but he seems to get along with that girl. And to be honest, she's kinda cute.

-Nami ! Vivi pinched her forearm playfully, pretending to be jealous.

-That hurt ! And don't be jealous, you know that you're my only one~

-Hmm...I prefer that. Vivi laughed. You started caughing reclaiming for their attention.

-Attention please ! We're discussing my dick-appointment here.

-Jesus you're really annoying, (Y/N), just go for it already.

-How much did he pay you to tell me this huh ?

-What ? He didn't pay me ! You're just always getting your heart broken. I'm just trying to be a good friend.

-Say that you are trying to get rid of her~ Jokes Vivi.

-Vivi, don't expose me like this- Nami plays along while laughing.

-I hate you girls ! You say as you throw a pillow on Nami. The ginger starts complaining that you messed her Nail polish, and the whole scene metamorphosed into a pillow fight.

* * *

You spent the whole day with the girls, chit-chatting about boys and girls and playing stupid games. You felt way more comfortable now, less ashamed. However, you were surprised because you didn't get a message from your bestfriend. You wondered wether he was mad at you, it wasn't in his habits.

You decided to message Ace [click for conversation] [ (Y/N) : Heyy amigo is Sabo ok ? Did he tell u smth abt yesterday ? Ace : Ouch, your hurting my feelings, </3 Only talking to me to ask about my brother~ Yea hes okay why tho ? (Y/N) : Ooo kay. He's home ? Ace : He is. Why don't u directly text him ? (Y/N) : Don't tell him I asked. Btw I didn't forget about those 10 bucks you « borrowed » from me. Give it back.] He didn't answer. You sighed and decided to go see Sabo to settle things down. It was the first time that you were embarrassed to see your best friend. You dressed up in a black skirt and t shirt. You didn't usually pay attention to your looks when you went to hang out at Sabo's, but you were really stressed out and what the girls have said about Koala made you scared of losing him. After all, you had some abandonment issues. You had to settle this down once and forever. You arrived at the guy's place, it was an apartment not so far from your own student flat. You knocked on the door and Ace opened : -Ohhh, (Y/N), he whistles, lookin' like a girl today huh ? -What are you implying you dumbass ? Where's Sabo ? -He's in his room with Koala.- -Wait what ? Koala ? What is she doing here ? Ace raised an eyebrow then said amused ; -I don't know, go ask him yourself. -You're useless as usual. -Always so sweet. You on your period or something ? -I didn't forget about my twenty bucks by the way. -I said I'm goin' to pay you back alright ? Now go talk to Sabo. You and Ace were always teasing each other in a brotherly way, but in reality, he really cared for you, it was just your usual way of communication. But it was true that knowing that Koala was in Sabo's room put you in a bad mood. You knocked on the door with a knot in your stomach. Did they start dating ? Was Sabo interested in her ? These ideas were torturing you. But why did you care anyways ? It was none of your business. He could date whoever he wants. You opened the door but there was only Sabo relaxing on his bed, still fully clothed. « - Sabo ?-Oh, (Y/N), what brings you here ? -Why ? Do I need a reason to see my best friend ? He sits on bed looking at you. He doesn't fail to notice your cute outfit, it was different from your usual sweatpants and hoodies, the way it complemented your figure was almost too much for him. Just that sight was driving him insane, but his face didn't betray his emotions, like always, he acted friendly, not an ounce of lust in his dark ebony eyes. You took place next to him. He smelled good, you thought. The same fresh minty smell as last time. Did he always smell this good ? -(Y/N) ?Huh ? Is everything okay ? His voice seemed concerned.He cared for you. And you had those stupid immature and posessive thoughts. Get a grip of yourself, (Y/N), you thought. -Oh yea-- wasn't Koala here ? Ace told me you were with her.

You tried so hard to act like you didn't care, but he knew you like the back of his hand. But still, he played along. -Hmm..Yes. She just left. I was going out as well. He says with a sweet smile, looking at his watch. You couldn't help but make a disappointed face. -But Sabo I wanted to - I'm really sorry (Y/N), let's talk later. He ruffles your hair and you close your eyes as he does so. You felt stressed out. What happened exactly ? You felt intimidated in his presence for the first time. You wanted him to stay and talk this out. It was a bit awkward for you now. You never thought too much. As he was going out of the room you held the fabric of his coat tight in your hand ; -Sabo- -Hum ? Need me to drop you somewhere ? -N-no. You let his sleeve go, realizing what you have just done, I'll stay a bit then go back home. Don't worry about me. -Alright then. See you later ? -Yeah. See ya. ]

You looked at Sabo go away and you followed him shortly after. Meanwhile Ace was sitting on the couch and watching some movies. You went back home and was quite tormented. It wasn't the right time to worry as you had your assignments and studies to deal with. On one hand, you didn't even have the time to think of your ex boyfriend and his cheating but on the other, you felt like you were let down by Sabo. But why ? He didn't do anything. He just found himself a new friend and a potential new girlfriend.

He didn't even talk about her, but why where you so upset by him meeting her ? After all, he had the right to date just like you always did.

A few days have passed and you didn't get the chance to talk to Sabo. Your exams were getting closer and closer and you didn't feel ready.

Usually, Sabo would help you with your assignments but you were too scared to ask. You realized how much you relied on him and how he has been always there for you.

Who were you exactly to him ?

Maybe you took him for granted.

As you were on your bed looking at the ceiling and trying to collect every drop of motivation in your system to study, you heard your phone ring. It was Sabo's ringtone ! ----- Tag list : @vemuabhi @chloe-abbacchio @mwls-garden @soanywaysistartedsimping If you wanna get tagged just ask for it :)

[skvatnavle]

True love's kiss

Marcus Pike x OFC! Lily Dawson

Masterlist - Ch. 4 - Epilogue

Author's notes: Now we've come to the end. There will be an epilouge, but this is the last whole chapter. This was a little hard for me to write, but I hope you love it. And thank you to all, who've been supportive of my first ever mini series.

A huge thank you to @yespolkadotkitty for beta reading and the lovely banner, but also a huge thanks to @lucy-sky for helping me with a specific scene and lots of encouragement. Couldn't have done it without you two <3

Story summary: Marcus had always believed in true love, soulmates and happily ever after. Had. Now, he wasn't so sure anymore.

But coming home for Christmas, can Lily make him change his mind?

Warnings: Embarrassing parents, past hurt, insecurities, kissing, SMUT (yes, it's happening!), oral (F receiving), fingering, protected sex and some good ol' fluff and happy endings.

Chapter 5: Happily ever after?

When Marcus rings the bell to the Dawson house, his nerves kick in. First real date with Lily. He wants this to be an unforgettable night, since it might be, fingers crossed, the start of something new and exciting.

The door opens, but it’s not Lily’s face he sees. It’s the two other Dawson women. Dahlia and Mrs. Dawson are smiling wide, giddy, as they stare at Marcus.

“Hi, Sweetie. She’ll be down in a minute” Mrs. Dawson squeezes his arm gently as she speaks. 

Dahlia looks at his outfit, light blue shirt, and dark jeans, nodding. “Looking good, Pike. Lily’s gonna love this.”

“Where are you taking her, Sweetie?” 

“Doesn’t matter, just make sure you get her dessert, Pike”.

They continue talking over each other, making Marcus even more nervous.

“Jesus fucking Christ! Will you leave the poor lad alone?” Mr. Dawson goes in between the women and Marcus, ushering Dahlia and Mrs. Dawson back into the living room. He rolls his eyes and gives Marcus an encouraging pat on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry. You couldn’t fuck this up even if you tried.” Mr. Dawson blinks as a soft smirk grazes his face. 

Just in time to save Marcus, Lily comes down the stairs, looking beautiful. A simple green top and jeans, but the green compliments her curly red hair. Her face, sweet as always, with freckles sprinkled over her nose and that smile, who could light up even the darkest day. 

Marcus can’t believe how lucky he is. She puts on her jacket, and they walk out the door.

*

The dinner is amazing. The food and wine are delicious, the company even better. The whole night they get to know each other again, talking about everything. 

Marcus tells Lily about his job at the FBI, captivating her with thrilling stories. Some of them might be exaggerated, yes, but he loves the way she looks at him.

Lily tells Marcus  about how she never really left the family business and still works at a bakery. Still dreams of owning her own bakery one day.

Marcus can’t help but fantasize about what a future with Lily could look like. Maybe they’d move back here. His mom would love that. Lily could take over the bakery one day. Their kids could play in the same places he and Lily did as kids. 

Marcus shakes his head, coming back to reality. See, this is his problem. Always so quick to fall in love. Always so hung up on the idea of having a family. Moving too fast. His smile fades, but Lily’s hand squeezing his brings his focus back to her.

“What’s wrong?”

Marcus contemplates whether he should just laugh it off or be honest. “I just thought about our possible future together.”

Lily frowns a bit, wondering why that would make him look sad. Marcus squeezes her hand reassuringly.

“I have a problem. I always move too fast, and I think that scares the women away…” he pauses, looking down, before his eyes find hers again. “I proposed to my ex and asked her to move to D.C with me, but we hadn’t dated that long. Today, I know she wasn’t right for me, but I wanted so badly to have a wife… Kids…”

He looks at Lily, who is listening intently, no judgement found on her face. 

“That’s why I was so broken when I came here. I realized I was the problem. I fall in love so quickly, I’m always bound to get my heart broken. And honestly… I’m afraid it’ll happen again. With you.”

He looks down, afraid if this has destroyed everything. But he needs to be honest. Lily moves her chair closer and takes his hand once again.

“Well… If I have anything to say, it won’t happen this time.” They smile at each other, as she nudges his shoulder softly. “But… Maybe wait a year before you propose.”

Lily smiles and Marcus laughs wholeheartedly, as he curls his arm around her. 

“I promise.”

*

As they walk hand in hand towards the town square, Marcus feels happier than he has in a long time. Everything is easy with Lily. But he has one question he’s been dying to ask her all night, now that everything else is on the table, but he’s afraid to know the answer.

“So… Where do you live now? I don’t think you’ve told me.” He asks, softly.

“Oh, yeah. I live up in Washington, actually.” 

Marcus’ face lights up. “Really?”

“Yeah, my best friend moved to Seattle, so I followed. I work at her bakery.”

Marcus’ smile fades instantly, his worst fear realized. So she does live far away. Of course she does. Just his fucking luck.

“Oh, I… I was hoping you meant D.C.” He stops walking and looks to the ground. Lily walks closer, cupping his cheek. He looks into her eyes. Lily, always so positive, is smiling softly.

“You know…” she starts softly. “I always wanted to visit the Smithsonian”. She bites her lip softly as Marcus realizes what she said. 

“But, I’ll need a place to crash.” She moves closer, still cupping his cheek, looking into his deep, beautiful eyes.

Marcus’ lips quirk up into a small smile “I may have a couch you can borrow?” he tries softly, not wanting to get his hopes up to much.

“Just a couch?”

Lily’s smile has turned into a smirk, and she raises her eyebrow, looking rather sheepish. Marcus breaks into a laugh and puts his arms around her.

“Well, you’re very welcome in my bed too.”

“Deal!” She gives him one of her heartbreakingly sweet smiles and he can’t help but fall for her even more. He pulls her closer, kissing her. God, will he ever get enough of her soft lips?

*

As they stand outside the door to Lily’s parents house, they both smile. Neither of them are ready to end the evening. Marcus takes Lily’s hands in his, caressing them softly. He opens his mouth to say goodnight, but before he can say anything, Lily interrupts him.

“You wanna come upstairs?”

Marcus is taken aback by the question, but smiles, suddenly feeling shy. “But… Your parents are here”

Lily puts her arms around him, looking into his eyes with a mischievous smile. “Then, we sneak in.”

Feeling like teenagers again, Marcus nods, a huge smile on his face. Lily opens the door, peeks in, and then takes his hand, pulling him up the stairs. They silently run up to her room, closing the door behind them. Giggling heavily, Lily listens by the door. 

Seems like the coast is clear.

Marcus is sitting on her bed, looking around. “What would your parents think about you having a boy in your room?”

“That it’s about time.” 

They both burst out in a laugh.

“Who was the first boy you had up here?” Marcus asks, softly.

“Well, you…”

Lily shrugs her shoulders sweetly, while confusion is painted on Marcus’ face.

“You’re the only boy I’ve ever had in my room. Don’t you remember how dorky I was? Not exactly what the boys wanted,” she laughs softly at the memory. “I didn’t start dating until college. So… yeah… You’re the first guy in my room.”

She looks to the ground, suddenly shy and insecure. But she still offers him a soft smile. Marcus feels his heart beat faster, wanting nothing more than to kiss that insecurity away. 

“So… You’ve never had a make-out session in your room?”

Lily, suddenly looking shy, shakes her head innocently. Marcus swallows hard, before he extends his hand to her. Lily bites her lip as she closes the distance between them and takes his hand.

Marcus looks up at Lily as she straddles him. His hands softly caressing her thighs and up to her waist. He looks into her eyes, as one of his hands cups her cheek.

“Well, we should change that.”

Lily smiles softly, before she leans closer, kissing Marcus. The kiss starts off soft, but soon turns deep and passionate. With one hand on the small of her back and the other behind her head, he pulls her closer. Lily moans, when she feels Marcus hardening beneath her. She rolls her hips softly, pulling a moan from Marcus. She continues to buck her hips against him, the friction causing them both to pant heavily.

Without breaking the kiss, Marcus turns them around, laying Lily down on the bed. His hands, roaming her body, find her thighs, urging her to wrap her legs around him.

He kisses along her jawline, down to her neck, drawing a gasp from her as he nips at her sensitive skin.

“Fuck Marcus… please.”

He looks into her eyes, suddenly shy. He gestures towards the floor. “But… won’t they hear us?”

She pulls him into another deep, almost feverish kiss. “Please? I’ll be quiet.”

The need and want in her voice makes his cock twitch, already painfully hard against her aching core. In that moment, he doesn’t care who might hear them, all he can think about is her. How he wants to make her moan in pleasure. How he wants her to scream out his name.

Like a man possessed, he pulls at the hem of her top, tugging it off over her head. Lily then starts unbuttoning Marcus' shirt in between needy kisses.

Tenderly, he unclasps her bra. Marcus places a tender kiss on her lips before he makes his way down the side of her neck towards her hardened nipples. As he nips at them softly, Lily whimpers beneath him.

A soft smirk forms on Marcus face, as he kisses his way further down. When he reaches the hem of her jeans, he looks up, seeking the final permission. 

Lily nods eagerly, smiling. Marcus unbuttons her jeans and pulls them off, discarding them on the floor.  He places a soft kiss on her panties, drawing a moan from her, before he gently takes them off.

Looking into her eyes a final time, he smiles, before he dips his head between her legs. 

Lily gasps at the first contact. Marcus starts off slow, taking his time. Savoring her, making her gasp. Lily moves her hand to his head, grasping his hair. Marcus moans softly as she holds him there, loving the effect he has on her. 

He slowly adds a finger, knowing he needs to prepare her for him. He finds her sweet spot in no time, making her moan loudly. The sounds he draws from her are beautiful, the little whimpers the sweetest sound in the world.

He adds another finger and as soon as he hits her sweet spot again, she comes undone.

“Fuck… Marcus….” His name is barely a whisper, but it’s enough. Marcus is like a man possessed. The taste of her is like a drug and he wants more. He continues to switch between licking up her slit and sucking on her clit, while his finger works her open. When Lily comes again, he groans as he drinks her up.

“Marcus, please-”

He kisses the top of her mound once before he works his way up. Kissing her, licking his way up to her lips. The kiss is needy, filled with want. His erection presses against his zipper, begging to be freed. But he breaks away, looking at her.

“I… I don’t have a condom. I didn’t think we would...”

Lily kisses his nose softly, smiling. “Well, I did. Top drawer.”

Marcus grins, kissing her quickly, before he moves to get the condom. Lily makes quick work of his belt and zipper. His pants are quickly discarded and Lily palms him through his boxers, making him gasp.

“Fuck, Lily.” He cups her cheek, smiling. She pulls down his boxers and his erection springs free. She takes a gentle hold off him, slowly working her hand up and down. Marcus hands her the condom and she doesn’t hesitate to rip open the foil packet and help him put it on.

He lays her gently back down, while kissing her passionately. He looks into her eyes again, once more making sure she wants this as much as he does. When she nods, and kisses him, he slowly pushes in.

Lily grips onto his shoulders, gasping when she feels him stretching her open. Marcus gives her time to adjust, before he begins moving at a devastatingly slow pace. He plants soft kisses along her jaw, and then starts quickening his pace.

He grabs the back of her neck, pulling her into a hot kiss, trying to muffle the moans escaping her, as she trembles with pleasure. 

“Fuck… You feel so good, sweetheart” he whispers, as he nips at her neck, thrusting into her. Lily’s nails dig into his back, her legs around him pulling him closer.

It doesn’t take long before she comes undone again. The feeling of her walls clamping down on him is enough to send him over the edge. He groans as he cums, burying his head in her neck, trying to muffle the sound.

He thrusts a few more times, riding out his high. Lily kisses his neck, along his jawline and finally meets his mouth again. They kiss lazily, before he looks into her eyes, the biggest smile gracing his face.

“Sorry, I didn’t last longer. It’s been a long time,” he laughs softly. Lily runs her fingers through his hair, looking happy.

“Well… We can always do it again,” she winks and they both giggle.

*

The next morning Marcus wakes up when small rays of sunshine peeks through the curtains. He looks to his side and his heart skips a beat. Lily is nuzzling close to him in his nook, looking content. He wonders if he’s ever been this happy before. Everything feels so right.

He gently tugs a strain of her hair behind her ear, caressing her cheek. When Lily wakes, her face lights up in a huge smile. Their lips meet in a soft, tender kiss.

“Morning, beautiful.”

“Morning, handsome,” she kisses his cheek before nuzzling into his neck, peppering him with small kisses. Marcus catches her lips and kisses her, his hands reaching around her body to pull her closer.

They are interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Lily, breakfast in 10 minutes.” There is silence for a second, before Mr. Dawson speaks again, sounding giddy. “Oh, and Marcus, you’re welcome too.”

As he walks away, they both laugh, Lily burying her face in his neck.

“Well, guess the cat’s out of the bag, then.”

“Please, your mom probably called my mom, when you didn’t get home last night.” Lily kisses his cheek, before she stands to put on some clothes. 

Marcus smiles as he gets up to get dressed.

Just before she heads out of the bedroom door, Marcus stops her.

“So, what now?”

Lily looks confused for a second, smiling “We eat breakfast?”

“I mean, after… I go back to D.C, you go back to Seattle. I… I really want to see you again.” he smiles softly, as he takes her hands in his.

“Well, I do need a date for my sister’s wedding - January 8th , update your Google calendar - and then after… We’ll make it work”

She turns to him, putting her arms around his neck, kissing him softly. “I just got you, Marcus. I’m not planning on letting you go.”

Marcus looks into her eyes, seeing nothing but love and sincerity. “Good… ‘cause I never want to let you go.”

Marcus kisses her again, lovingly, before they head out of her bedroom hand in hand. He is smiling, knowing that this might just be the start of his happily ever after. 

Thank you so much for reading <3

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Stay Strong, Alex - Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

"Detective (L/n)," Rick sneers. "And they say there's never a cop around when you need one."

"So you know me?" (Y/n) asks, her voice soft.

"Of course," Rick answers. "I took a whole year planning this. Watching Alex, preparing," (Y/n) folds her hands together and she can hear Kara pacing behind her near the door. "I know everything."

"How did you know I was Supergirl?" Kara snarks.

"That day at the beach," Rick replies. "Before you started wearing glasses." He pauses. "I had no idea that Alex would end up playing for the other team, so to speak." (Y/n) swallows thickly. "I was just happy she showed up on the date. And then there was a crash. And Alex's kid sister walked away without a scratch," Rick says calmly, looking up at Kara, who standing over (Y/n)'s shoulder. "People at school said it was adrenaline, but, uh . . ."

"But you didn't believe that," (Y/n) finishes, her head tilting a little.

Rick nods, "I saw Kara Danvers do something amazing. And it stayed with me. I knew Kara was living in National City, and then Supergirl showed up in National City . . ." Rick chuckles. "I put two and two together. I knew it was you."

"What happened to you?" Kara asks softly. "I remember when Alex had chickenpox, I was eating lunch by myself," Kara's voice sounds a little wistful as she remembers the Earth portion of her childhood. "You came and sat with me."

Rick chuckles again. "I was fourteen," as Rick begins, (Y/n) rises from her chair to lean against the table. "And I didn't have the nice house or the perfect family that you and your sister had."

"You think we had it easy?" Kara asks skeptically. "You have no idea what Alex sacrificed for me. Or what I was going through!"

"Why?" Rick sneers. "Because you had to hide your superpowers? I was hiding bruises!" Rick is yelling now and (Y/n) had taken half a step backward. "Do you have any idea what it's like to have your mother tell you your garbage every single night?" The blonde man makes eye contact with (Y/n) and the young woman crosses her arms. "A belt whenever you had the wrong opinion? And then I found a lifeline. A father my mom kept from me. And he saved me from her and he moved me away from Midvale. And even though he was always struggling, he always made sure there was food on the table and he got me enough money to go to college. And then three years ago, the state took him from me."

"Your father killed two people," (Y/n) says, her voice low. "He confessed."

"They had it coming," Rick growls and (Y/n) straightens, her arms still folded over her chest. "And now I'm going to rescue him like he rescued me." Rick pauses. "I can't believe we're still talking about me! You have twenty-four hours and eleven minutes." Kara stiffens as Rick continues, "Come on, Kara, show us some of that rah-rah Midvale Junior High Spirit." Rick is yelling now. "Free my dad! Or your sister dies."

Kara growls, zooms over, flips the table, and pins Rick to the wall.

"Oh, you use half this much gusto in springing my dad, you'll have your sister back for game night."

"Kara! We're done here!" (Y/n)'s voice cracks.

Kara lets go of Rick and the man drops to the ground. "Hey. You know what'll be fun?" Rick asks. (Y/n) frowns, an eyebrow raising as she steps back from the man. "Finding out which one of you loves her more." (Y/n) closes her eyes momentarily, a wave of anguish washing over her. "Honestly, I wouldn't know where to place my bet," Rick sneers and (Y/n) swallows thickly.

Kara frowns at the man and after a minute, the two women go to leave the room, (Y/n) pausing for a second.

"Go Stallions," Rick grins.

Just outside the room, Kara speaks, "I'm giving him one minute, then I'm going back in there."

"No," (Y/n) says and Kara turns to look at her, Kara's eyes blazing.

"Why?" Kara snaps.

"Let him sweat it for a while," (Y/n) tells her, her voice softer than usual as she talks to her girlfriend's sister. "We got what we wanted."

"What?" Kara asks. "All we know is how he knows my identity."

"We know that Rick's pinned his whole sense of self-worth on Peter Thompson," (Y/n) explains, her voice still soft. "Thompson is the key to getting Alex back."

Kara's blazing eyes seem to extinguish as she considers (Y/n)'s words.

. . .

An hour or so later, (Y/n) and Peter Thompson walk into Rick's integration room.

(Y/n) closes the door behind Thompson.

Rick grins down at the table, before standing up after a moment.

"Ricky," Thompson says with a smile.

"Dad," Rick says, and the two embrace.

"All that time in prison, I imagined a day when . . . I could talk to you without a pane of glass between us."

"The DEO moved heaven and Earth to free this man," (Y/n) says. "We did what you wanted. Now, tell us where Alex is."

"No. No, not until my father and I are far from here," Rick says.

"You think we're stupid?" (Y/n) asks. "I showed you mine. Your turn."

"So you can toss us in Gitmo?" Thompson asks. "Not gonna happen."

(Y/n) shakes her head in disbelief.

"Maybe he gives you a piece. A little token of goodwill," Thompson adds. "You gotta give them something, Ricky. That's how it works. Just tell them where she is." Thompson narrows his eyes at his son.

"Well, you really nailed his essence, I'll give you that," Rick says.

"What?" (Y/n) asks, stepping forward, her arms crossing.

"I mean, that thing . . ." Rick says, studying his father's face. "He couldn't decide whether to hug me or not. That's vintage Dad." Rick sits back down in his metal chair.

"What are you talking about?" Thompson asks, walking up to stand beside the table.

"My father would never be playing these games. He'd be wanting to get the hell away from here and making sure that he never went back to prison," Rick's expression is one of anger. "I've been planning this for a year. Do you really think I didn't prepare for you," Rick pauses, looking up at Thompson, "Martian?"

Thompson walks over to (Y/n) and shifts back into himself.

"You're down to twenty-three hours and fourteen minutes," Rick says as he gazes at (Y/n) and J'oon. "And counting."

(Y/n) closes her eyes, pressing her index finger and thumb to the bridge of her nose.

. . .

Winn runs down the hall. "Guys! We found Alex. I found her."

Kara - who is standing with Mon-el - turns to face Winn. "You did?" Kara asks frantically.

"We got a ping from her subdermal tracker," Winn explains. "She's not far!"

. . . 

Back in the interrogation room, (Y/n) is sitting across from Rick, her hands folded and resting on the table in front of her.

"(Y/n)," Kara says, opening the door to the room. "Winn found Alex."

"What? How?" (Y/n) asks quickly, rising from her chair to look at Kara.

"I guess you underestimated my sister," Kara says, looking past (Y/n) to look at Rick. "Let's go."

But (Y/n) pauses, turning to look at Rick. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"You're delusional," Kara sneers. "And the second we get back here with Alex, you're going to prison with your dad."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Rick says with a shrug, and fear surges through (Y/n)'s heart.

Kara strides out of the room and (Y/n) meets Rick's eyes, holding the stare for a moment.

(Y/n) runs out of the room. "Watch him," (Y/n) tells the guard as she runs past him after Kara. "Hey, stop," (Y/n) tells Kara. "Malverne still thinks he's in control," (Y/n) tells her.

Kara turns, looking highly annoyed with (Y/n) at this point.

"He's not acting like someone who just lost," (Y/n) continues. "He didn't even flinch. It's like he expected this."

"No, no, no, we are not listening to that psycho," Kara says, walking closer to (Y/n). "Every minute we wait for matters."

"I - I want to get her as badly as you do," (Y/n) retorts, "but we can't punch our way out of this. We've got to get this right."

"If the shoe were on the other foot, Alex would already be out the door. I'm not waiting," Kara argues.

"You're not the only one who cares about her!" (Y/n) says, her voice rising.

"I'm going!" Kara yells over her shoulder as she strides out of the DEO.

(Y/n) swallows thickly and looks at the ground.

. . .

Kara flies across the city and lands in a warehouse, crashing through the roof.  

"Kara!" comes a faint voice.

"Alex!" Kara yells in reply.

"I'm down here!"

Kara runs over to a metal plate on the floor and bends the metal, puling up the plate. Throwing the plate aside, Kara freezes, reading the writing on the wall: 'NOW YOU HAVE FOUR.'

"Four?" Kara asks. "What . . ." There is a rapid beeping and the timer next to the computer screen flashes to four hours.

. . .

In Alex's cell, water begins rushing into the cement cage. Alex, panicking, grabs her jacket to try to plug the pipe.

. . .

"Oh, my God," Kara whispers, her voice full of fury.

. . . 

Kara walks back into the DEOs' headquarters, holding the laptop in one hand. 

Entering Rick's room again, Kara sets the laptop on the table. 

"Where is she?" Kara asks, her voice steely. 

"I told you not to go . . ." Rick says calmly. 

"Tell me where she is now!" Kara thunders, slamming her hands down on the table. 

"I gave you thirty-six hours to break my father out of prison," Rick replies. "But you didn't listen. So now, that room is gonna fill up with water in less than four hours. I think it's time you got moving."

Kara's lip quivers. "Let me talk to Alex."

Rick leans forward and presses a few of the keys and there is a beep. 

Kara turns the laptop around and leans down to talk to her sister through the computer. 

"Alex," Kara says, her voice quavering. 

"Kara! I sent out a signal, I thought you were coming," Alex says, the water up to her waist now. 

"He re-routed the IP address. He sent us somewhere else. Do you have any idea where you are?" 

"I was unconscious. I could be hours away or I could be in the city," Alex replies, a frown spreading across her face. "I don't know."

Rick leans forward. "Alex, it's Rick. It don't want to hurt you. I keep on telling your sister that. Tell her to get my father, and this can all be over. You can come home and get dry."

"No. Kara, no," Alex says, pointing at the camera. "You do not give that terrorist what he wants. You cannot let yourself be blackmailed. You cannot open yourself up to that, ever. Do you understand me? Supergirl is better than me."

(Y/n) enters the room and, seeing Alex on the screen, runs over. "Alex!"

"(Y/n)?" Alex asks. 

"I'm right here," (Y/n) replies. 

"(Y/n), I need to speak to you alone," Alex says, and (Y/n) grabs the laptop and walks out of the room. 

(Y/n) stands down one of the hallways. "Hun, everyone here is working hard and we're going to find you." 

"The water is rising fast and there are things that I need to say," Alex says, her voice cracking a little. 

"No," (Y/n) says, tears welling up in her eyes. "Don't start talking like this is the end."

"I don't want it to be, but in case that it is . . ." Alex says, pausing for a moment. 

"It's not," (Y/n) whispers. "It can't be. You're a badass, Alex. And if anyone could figure out a way to get themself out of there, it's you. You're gonna hold on until I find you," (Y/n)'s voice cracks, and a tear slides down her cheek. 

"(Y/n), listen to me, please," Alex tries to get out.

"No," (Y/n) argues desperately. "We just had our first Valentine's Day and I want to do more with you. I want more firsts. I want a first vacation. We haven't even argued about where we're gonna go yet, and it's bound to happen. Or what to name our first dog. Do you want to get a dog?" 

(Y/n) lets out a watery laugh. "See, there's a lifetime of firsts that we're going to do together. So," (Y/n)'s voice quavers, "you hold on, okay? Hold on until I get to you. You promise. Promise me!" 

"Yeah, um . . ." Alex pauses, scratching the back of her neck. "Let's name her Gertrude or we could adopt one from the animal shelter you volunteer at." 

"I -" Alex tries to say, but the video cuts out. 

"What?" (Y/n) whispers, typing furiously on the keyboard. "Alex!" (Y/n), frustrated with worry, tosses the broken laptop to the ground. 

"What happened?" Kara asked, striding over to (Y/n). 

(Y/n) meets Kara's gaze, her eyes alight with barely controlled anger. "I-I told you not to rush in. N-now you've made things worse."

"I did what I thought was right . . ." Kara argues. 

"I should have been heard," (Y/n) says, her eyes narrowing. "I should have been listened to. I'm her girlfriend."

"I'm her sister!" Kara argues angrily. 

"And you think that trumps me?" (Y/n) asks. "That you know what's right for her. I . . ." (Y/n) falters. "I got her to be herself, Kara." (Y/n)'s voice cracks. "I-I have just as much to lose as you." (Y/n)'s eyes burn. "You should have listened to me."

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐲/𝐧) 𝐱 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲: 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟!!!

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞

Being a university kiddo isn't a joke you're one of it's victim and how insensitive it will sound but you worked as paparazzi because you were literally going homeless.

One buzzy night when Harry was just having a light environment get together with four of his friends in his London's home you were practically managing your bum on his kitchen's windows deck which was providing you the clear view of them just chillin' out.

You felt bad. A horrible person who goes on invadilating people's life but you've a contract of one more month and they need random ass photos of celebrities specifically Harry, else they'll conduct your money for which you worked late nights three months prior.

Your hands shook and you were about to tumble back into his garden many times because Harry had a great loving role in your life, you've been admiring him for years and this's completely out of your line. And you know he has a bodyguard who's monstrously taller than you and wouldn't take a second to kick you into jail.

An idiolising smile quirked up your lips seeing him in good mood sipping on his margaritas and you sigh debating whether you should do it or not.

You muttered a "fuck it" before snapping purposedly blurry photos and you were about to carefully jump down when your feet went into wrong place.

You tried to hold in your shriek when you rolled over the sink counter first then onto the floor, the fall was so painful it made you saw stars but you didn't cry even though they were fighting to spill out.

Everyone's head snapped at the chaos and Harry abruptly stood up striding towards the kitchen.

With the help of dining chair you were on your feet with a groan and you've a bleeding lip too. Harry's angry voice boomed through the walls, "What the actual fuck!?" He tilts his head towards you questioningly and you wrap yourself in your arms shrinking at his fierceness.

Now tears slipping down your cheeks like a never ending waterfall and you tried not to hiccup, sob or whimper.

"Who the hell are ya?" He's pissed. His friends remained quite watching the scenario from the living room and he's kinda feeling remorseful because a dainty girl in flared denims and a 𝙵.𝚁.𝙸.𝙴.𝙽.𝙳.𝚂 tee-shirt with blazing red embarrassed cheeks soaked with innocent tears, her protecting herself just from her arms from Harry as if he'll hurt her and lip bleeding so badly Harry was about to rush her to his washroom to clean it up.

But all in the end he kept his guard strong. Because this's from many times his privacy was being invalidated.

"I-m's...m'so sorry, Harry." You hiccuped in between your breaths and He arches his brows for if you got any further explanation for your actions.

"I'm not gonna lie to you. I was capturing your pictures sneakily from this window and w-when I was bout to go, slipped." He kind of found it cute how you said 'slipped' at the end but he let it go, before he would've said another thing you continued hastily.

"I just hate doing this. Hate invadilating people's privacy but I really really need money...you know..." You sob out gesticulating with your hands and everyone including Harry felt broken for you, "...I never wanted to do this. Never took single one of you since I've started this pathetic job and when I asked them that I want to leave they told me I can't until next month." At this Harry sighed loudly combing his hair back taking your arm and making your shaking body sit at the chair.

You couldn't stop sobbing. You feel so fuckin' pathetic you want to just kill yourself at the moment because everything's crashing down onto you just when you were infront of Harry Styles after sneaking on him, "Th-they told me that they need your pictures specifically else they'd conduct my money from previous." Harry pinches his bottom lip listening to you with full attention, his gaze a bit concerned.

"That's very disgustin' of them." He spats bitterly new-profound hatred for agencies enveloping him, "m..I'm so sorry. I'll delete 'em right infront of you." Your brought your camera infront of him with trembling hands but he wraps his fingers around your wrist to stop you.

"S'okay. I don't care, jus' have 'em and throw it to their faces." You shook your head and Harry's amused how caring you're for him even though you guys have never met, now he feels bad for shouting at you "no, please my morals will eat me alive. Can't do this to you." rubbing the back of your nose and in doing so you irritated your lips fingers getting all bloody. You didn't noticed you were bleeding until at the moment and your eyes widened. You hate blood it makes your nerves crawl.

"Oh my goodness." You gasp horrifically fingers vigorously trembling as you raised them to look at them clearly, your skin drained paler and Harry quickly stood up taking you with him to sink.

"S'okay, we all do mistakes sometimes. But you need it right now....can you duck down a little??" He asks you at the end while talking to you to divert your mind from the gor imaginations you were having in your brain.

He cups the water from running faucet bringing it to your lips cleaning your mouth with gentle rub of his soothing palms. His hands are calloused soft like cotton candy that tingles when it fuses on your tongue.

"I know what you're doin' isn't one of your very proud job but I can help you. Just take these pictures and ask me fo' more if they send you again until they set you free." He again makes you sit at the chair and you've calmed down better from before.

"S'not a big deal fo' me it's jus' pictures. I get annoyed when they're taken without m'permission." One his friends bought him a bottle of vaseline and he 'thanked' them before dipping his index inside the petroleum jelly, smudging it over your lips. You hissed at a certain nib and he gently shushed you, "Thank you Harry." You whispered bottom lip wobbling and he scrunched his nose at your cuteness.

"I really thought your tall bodyguard will drag me to jail." At first he thought you weren't serious but the frown and long stare of yours to his orange polished nails caused his heart to crack into pieces.

The thought of you getting scared like this multiple times, getting shouted and cursed at by celebrities, sometimes getting injured like this incident made him well...sad for you.

He stroked the back of your knuckles which are bruised too. He chuckled coarsely through his regret trying to lift the mood, "now..m'not that of a monster." He drawled out eyes flickering all over your head playfully which's lowered into shame.

You sniffled giggling through your tears standing up quickly, "I-should probably go. sorry once again...I'll try my best not to ever disturb you again." You bowed a little in an apologising way and Harry wanted to ask you to have a glass of milk to soothe the sting of your lip. He kinda wanted you to clash to him at sometimes again once he was out of his haze at what just happened.

"No problem, stay safe darlin'." He smiles at you and you at him this time he escorted you out through his main door. All his friends had a good laugh at what just happened; a girl almost breaking her bones in Harry's kitchen and him shouting at her only to scold her at the end to be careful when you sneak inside someone's house.

"Heyyyy." He throws his head annoyed when his friends found his timidness funny, "she was a nice lady, jus' little trapped into her situation."

The next week you were on his door this time knocking, one more guy waiting for you to bring Harry's pictures at the backstreet.

"Heya!" He was extra chirpy today no-wonder he had an album coming, "sorry." You muttered raising the camera that he would look at it clearly he got it what you want and grinned at you ushering you inside.

"S'alright. What do you wan' me to do?" You giggled when he made different postures one like an english girl, hand on his hip, arse in air and arm above his head enthusiastically.

"Not any of that, they should look random."

"Okay then. Move to m'garden." With a small hand on your waist he guided you to the same garden you sneaked in his house that day, "just pretend like you're doing something script-y type you know. You've an album comin' right?" He nods shushing his butterflies when you used your own words like 'script-y'.

He rushed to grab his journal sitting on stool pretending like he's writing something on it and both of you guffawed out breathily when your camera's snaps echoed, "perfect. Thank you Harry." You walked back inside and he was shining like a chime under lilac sun.

"Can I hug you?" You asked for his permission and he slinged his arm around you hugging you close to him. He was in love with your scent. It's roses and fresh water as if you bathed in rosy milk.

"Have a cup of tea, with me?" He asked you politely but you smiled, "another time. that piggy assistant of my agency is waiting for me at the backstreet."

"Didn't wanted him to know your address." You muttered swaying from one feet to another and Harry's eyes widened in amusement. He again hugged you taking you a bit by surprise but you wrapped your arms around his neck tipping on your toes for the proper embrace.

.

To that day and this you're his best friend more than that too living with him in his house because you just moved out from uni's dormetary and there was no good place to live so he offered you to live with him until.

It's been an YEAR now you're living along him because even though none of you wants to deny it you both kinda got addicted to eachother's presence and now it's hard to let go.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒.

He drags you to his friend's parties even though you feel so out of them. You remember when one time he practically threw you over his shoulder and in his car to a party at Kendall's house.

You were fuming for two reasons. First you were litreally in your pyjamas and bunny slip-ons, second Kendall recognized you and said in that mock tone "are you the same paparazzi girl that tripped while sneaking on me, right?" Harry was...well he didn't liked it at all. You're his bestfriend that he's wishing to keep for lifetime and he knows that phase of your life was the dying need of yours.

You weren't angry neither did you hide it. You nodded at her with sheer embarrassment in your eyes and you didn't had to tell Harry before he was taking both of you into his car driving home.

"Wish I could just remove that part of my life." You murmured sitting crossed legs on the wine rugged floor and Harry's head perked up at that while he handed you the glass of milk and cookies taking you in his lap.

"We all have that part in our life, don't care." You squished your face in the crook of his neck while he stroked your hair cooing softly into your ear, "moppet don't be sad, m'sorry. S'my fault." He kisses your head with little pecks and you giggled when he purposedly fanned his breath under your earlobe where you're most ticklish.

"Wanna play poker?" He pulls you and you bobbed your head.

He always do this. Always knows how to lift up your mood when the work load's sometimes too much. You guys give eachother's massages even though yours used to be so brutal but he didn't even said a word until one day you offered Sarah one and she squealed in a hiss.

He laughed it off as you looked at him horrified that you never cared if the massage was okay, blowing hits at him while he asked Jeff to stop you only to kiss your forehead when you pouted at him.

Both of you've feelings for eachother. Hardcore one but you refuse to let them out too scared to ruin what you've.

You guys fart in eachother's presence and take a piss with open doors. You guys are that close. When you're sprawled onto his bed without any conscious because he fucked you mercilessly last night and if the next morning you get periods making a whole damn map of Antarctica onto his white sheets he just wakes up gently not to startle you, sits you on couch for a moment quickly changes his sheets and tells you that he has brought pads, chocolates and teas for you hands you your panties ushering you inside the washroom.

You're so thankful for him. For his presence. His care for you and you just wants to return it, so you do in the form of endless cuddles at night, drunk deep talks at the rooftop, three kisses in total because he likes no more less than three before going to sleep. Making sure his coffee's perfectly brewed in the morning and you guys have enough maple syrup for his likeness.

You sometimes knits him cute balled shape gloves and bakes cookies for him, sometimes brings him dinner while you're with your girlfriends.

You guys are so domestic and in love but with friends tag that none of you've figured your feelings out.

You brought a date at home once. Drunkly kissing that guy but it was all ruined when that guy broke Harry's vase that you gifted him once. It woke Harry up and he wasn't even tiny bit of pleased with your swollen lips, watery eyes and black dress showing excessively more than he wanted.

The guy was litreally shocked to see Harry Styles walking out of one of the rooms and excused himself from you as if he saw the ghost.

He sternly arched his brow while you fumbled with your rings which are his's btw, there was a whole lecture of how you went to clubbing with your girls and came back with some random cheap guy, that you shouldn't drink so much because you forget how to function and that how sickly he was worried for you but you didn't picked his phone.

But when you opened your mouth for a good excuse he raised his index in the air shushing you like a daddy would do, "not under my roof, y/n" then when you complained you're a person too and desires sex. He grabbed your jaw smashing his lips on yours in a fervent kiss and fucked you raw against the leather wall of his living room with your dress still on.

From that day you're friends with extra benefits anyone could ask for.

Today he's out with his boys for a football match. You were watching friends reruns, your stuff toy under your armpit and the bowl full of popcorns in your lap. Everything was running when you drifted to deep sleep on the couch only to be woken up again due to loud impatient knocks.

Harry at the door shifting from one leg to another tucking his jeans down from over his crotch and you yawned loudly, "Harry? game's ov-" but you were cut off when grabbed your neck thumb under your ear and tilted his chin to kiss you deeply.

"So, fuckin' hard..." He hissed against your lips in urgency shutting the door with his feet and scurrying both of you to couch, "please pretty girl suck me off, want that so bad." He whined requesting nicely and you sighed rubbing sleep from your eyes.

"Okay then you owe me a breakfast in morning." He bobbed his head taking your hand to make you sit in between his legs, "anythin' fo' m'darlin'." He hissed grunting at the end throwing his head back on the cushions and your lips quirked up.

"Sure you went to watch football not porn?" You unzipped his fly and he raised his hips kissing your lips wetly, "what got my tarzan so rock hard, hmm?" You mumbled against his lips sucking at his bottom lip yanking his black jeans down till his ankles.

"You, please you." He whimpered when you palmed his visible prodding bulge through his boxers and the blush crept up your cheeks at his blabbering.

Sitting crossed-legs in between his open wide legs you stroked the inside of his thighs and he bucked his hips grinding his bulge agaisnt your face.

His thick member hit his lower abdomen when you fred it from his boxers, you raised a little elbows digging into his thighs tucking your nose under his eternity to lick his balls fondling with them.

"Oh fuck!" You pinned his hips down lazily taking your previous position, he's heavy and thick in your palm as you pumped him through lazy strokes.

You're extra clumsy when you wake up from sleep so your hands shook. the crown of his cock nudging your lips and chin making him moan out loud and he clenched his fingers from avoiding to just grab your cheeks and fuck your mouth.

"Yes. Pet daddy's little petal just take me, yeah?" He pushed your hair back making an eye contact with you and nodded you licked his head that sent him grunting.

You put your chin on his thigh near his knee looking at him with doe eyes admiring him when he was fully inside your mouth, "takes me so well, fuck." His hands maneuvered into your hair other lacing with yours ontop of his other thigh.

He pinched his eyes when you drooled all over his cock cheeks going shallow as you tried to suck some of your saliva down, you're lazy and in no mood to do some work so you murmured against his cock while tugging it furiously.

"Fuck my mouth daddy." You didn't had to say twice when he fisted your hair around his palm putting you in your place and fucking your mouth with speedy snaps of his hips.

"So fuckin' sloppy. Love it when ye' give me sloppy filthy heads." You hummed around him gagging when he pushed his cock to your throat pulling back to stroke him over your tongue when he saw your teary eyes, "hmm. not gonna last." His tummy with ferns rippled with ecastasy and you patted his thigh to give you access to his balls.

Your drool was tricking down till his base so you smudged it massaging his heavy blue balls getting his little whimpers in return and a "fuck baby. fuck me, please." You kept on fondling with his balls and the soft skin of his thighs palming his pelvis.

"Gonna cum in your mouth." You squeezed his hand eyelashes fluttering while he writhed under you and the last thrust of him inside your mouth caused him to fill your mouth with his cum.

With a whine he pulled out from your mouth and your eyes glinted as you straddled up his lap cradling his soft baby face in your hands. Moaning when he kissed you how lovers do, after that it was all sloppy you kissing him and you riding him throwing your head back giving him opportunity to splash blues on your throat to mark you his's.

"Oh daddy." You whimpered as he stretched his palm over your arched back your pelvis slapping his in an erotic noise. He was smiling at you litreally a genuine one.

He loves you so much. He knows you love him and he has thought of confessing it to you many times but he's scared to ruin what you've already have too precious.

"C'mon baby that's it, yeah there?" He circled your clitoris in pleasuring motions whispering in your ear, "use daddy." You moaned out sweetly holding his shoulders and before you know you hit the deep end of your pleasure in waves and kept on cumming while he kept on fucking you to your high.

"Ah!" You gasped alluringly when you came another time thrashing into his hold that he had to grasp the nape of your neck from falling back resting your temples against eachother.

"I-" 𝐼 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢. But he gulped his words back pecking your lips, "Is my baby sleepy?" He pouts at you pawing at your hips and you hummed letting your head fall onto his chest.

He slept in your bed that night after taking care of you, he didn't blinked taking in your afterglow, stroking the apple of your cheeks with the back of his knuckles, pecking your lips featherly murmuring sweet nothings he doesn't have guts to say to you when you are awake.

You all invited Harry's friends to have a breakfast at your guys home. Your living room was crowding with laughters and giggly chats as you flipped pancakes.

Everyone's head snapped at someone particular stepping inside the living room, they all smiled at her and she hugged Harry almost kissing him on his lips. You were busy inside reminiscing another story of you to Sarah of you playing poker with Harry and him loosing to you treating you with your favourite chocolates.

One of your friends came inside with pity eyes and when you questioned her with the the tilt of your head she shook her head smiling at you.

Your beaming grin vanished when your eyes fell over Harry with his arm slinged over a women with blonde hair and fuckin' beautiful you could've ever imagined.

"Meet y/n my bestfriend. We live together." He told her proudly and her smiled wavered into frustrated one.

"Hi." You greeted her shyly ignoring the fact you're hurting so bad, "c'mon have a seat." You ushered her gulping the cobweb of tears when she took your seat one beside Harry but you shrugged it off sitting along Mitch.

You gathered everyone here with the thought of you maybe sharing the idea that you should move out but now it's decided that you indeed's moving out. This's your jealousy and hurt all in one decision.

"Guys..." You cleared your throat voice as if nothing's happening to you replacing the haze in your irirses with playfullness.

When you got everyone's attention you announced "I'm moving out." making Harry choke on his waffles, "no the fuck you're not." He grunted as the girl he brought with him made him sip his water.

"We need to talk." He spoke curtly and everyone looked at both of you with curiosity. They all want you to be together so bad.

"Harry-" You hissed when he dragged you inside the kitchen like a child you pouted your lower lip craning your head not to look at him, "what the fuck you're talkin' you never discussed it before hand with me?"

"I think it's time for me to move out." You whispered bottom lip wobbling and he's connecting dots on your hasty decision, "not when I exist." He said smugly trapping you between the counter and him.

"Does it matter? Go back to your girl." You muttered pinching your nose and he stepped back looking at you as if you grew two heads.

He laughed loudly holding his sides bending and slamming the counter. "What." You murmured and he pointed at you shutting his eyes tight.

"You're jealous." You quickly smacked his arm saying in high pitch, "no. I'm not!!" You squealed surprisingly when he grabbed you harshly and everyone's ears outside perked up either thinking you guys are fighting or fucking.

He cupped your cheeks kissing you with amiablity that only lovers hold for eachother, murmuring with a whine inside your mouth with each nibble "but baby you're my girl."

You looked at him accusingly and he scrunches his nose at how adorable you're looking being angry at him, "you're always gonna be my baby even the mother of my babies." You scoffed not knowing if he's joking with you.

His eyes hooded with affection and he again cupped your neck tilting your chin to his level by his thumbs, "m'serious y/n. I love you so fuckin' much." You gasped loudly which was caught by his parted lips.

"You do?" You're feeling like it's a dream. "I do very much." He pecked your lips again and again making you sob at the same counter you sobbed when you first had him.

"I love you too." Harry's heart forget to breath when he heard those words in your sweetness and he pushed you closer to him murmuring in your hair, "say it again."

"I love you. Love you. Love you. Love-" But you were cut off when he kissed you deeply with a whine never letting you go.

He explained you that the new guest's just one of his friend's friends she forced them to hang out even though they protested and with him tucking you under his armpit you both stepped outside of kitchen.

"We're together." You announced loudly and all of the people at table rolled their eyes.

"You guys were from litreally two years." They teased you but after that showered you in hugs and kisses.

Life's good with Harry.

[wornoutmouse]

Tatsumi

Welcome back to mommy dearest writing for a character she doesn’t know. I present to you…..Adult Gumball from The Amazing World of Gumball

(I’m joking)

We are going for the mating cycle trope cause it never fails.

Breeding kink, of course, literal impregnation, poison le peepee, mommy kink, daddy kink, everybody a switch

This dude looks lactose intolerant

Left-right, up-down, and 2 sides of the same damn coin are the most accurate descriptions of Tatsumi. So in the end you never know what he’s truly thinking and perhaps that’s for the best. What never is hard to decipher is when his heat comes. The passive aggressiveness was forever present as you went about everyday tasks. His playful nature dwindled as time went by until you were too scared to even joke around with him. “Tats, your fur is a lot softer than normal, are you using a different shampoo?”

The bluenette grumbled as he glared down at a book that he was never even reading in the first place, “You know what’s in the bathroom so you know I’m not using anything different. You don’t blame his attitude one bit, he had told you that sharing his cycle was something precious to him and even though you were his girlfriend even platonically helping him through it was a big thing. This however didn’t mean he didn’t want to fuck you against the stove every time he saw you making some nasty ass quesadilla’s. That didn’t prevent him from dry humping everything in your shared bedroom to spread his scent around. Didn’t even stop him from dry humping you as soon as you came home.

“Tatsumi, I know your thing is like tomorrow, but you can’t stop me from enjoying my bath.” The blunette stood menacingly over your bathtub as you soaked. Your brown skin caressed by sparkling white bubbles as a creamy scent wafted from the water was almost like presenting a duck on a platter for Tatsumi. It was moments like these when he understood your hurt look when he said he didn’t want to share his heat with you. “I’m not stopping you, I’m just watching..” You rest your arm outside the bath, having a long staring contest with the man. “Your braids are getting wet.” You sighed before pulling out the stopper.

The next day his rut was in full sweep, you woke up this morning to him in the shower so you opted to make breakfast. By the time you finished and came to alert him, the bedroom door was locked and you could hear heavy grunts on the other side. “K Tats, just remember I’m here for you if you need anything.” You finished your breakfast alone and kicked a couple of grain bars underneath the door.

You walked back into the kitchen and groaned when you saw the corner of your kitchen floor bare from the lack of water. “He’s going to dehydrate himself at the the rate he is going at it.” Your skin prickled from the thought of going outside into the cool fall air with only a pair of shorts but nonetheless, you head out to visit the nearest Walmart, “We’ll need more food anyways.”

Inside the bedroom

The heat was unbearable, Tatsumi had shredded most of his clothes the moment he woke up. The naive would say that the heat in his groin would be the hardest part to deal with, but the physical warmth that had his skin visibly boiling made him want to claw his skin off where he stood. He rested his head against the bed, eyes closed with unbridled rage. All he wanted to do is let you inside this room and never let you out until he had fucked a baby in you. Alas, it was not a baby he wanted so that is why he made up the lie about how his rut was special to him. In reality, he had shared his cycle with many others, some friends, some colleagues, a commonplace whore would even due during this time of crisis.

The only difference between you and them is that they never saw the next day. The point of his cycle is to mate, and more importantly, if the mating isn’t successful his cum becomes poisonous to the person it was inserted in. Even Muroi would make jokes about how he has “deadly dick” much to his dismay. So even if him sharing his heat with you would be pleasurable and end it quicker, if you do not get pregnant, you will die and that was the only thing keeping him from leaving this room.

His ears twitched to pick up on where you were in the house, they twitched, twitched a little bit more. Where the hell were you? Shakily he stands, screwing his face up when his dick hit his stomach shamelessly. He creaked the door open, mumbling your name into the open air. No response, “Y/n where the hell are you?” Even though it was a dangerous chance to take, Tatsumi didn’t feel comfortable not feeling your presence somewhere throughout the house. He walked around the apartment growing angrier than when he left when he saw your keys were missing. “What the hell, she couldn’t at least stay to make sure I didn’t die?” Your absence hurt a little bit, but his prideful heart just turned any pain into horn-filled anger.

Meanwhile, your dumbass was looping around for the 3rd time to get samples of imitation crab on a saltine cracker. “Miss, this is your 4th time..” “What do you mean, I’ve never been here before?” You of course, as any good customer would, didn’t buy a single package of imitation crab nor cracker. You went home with your belly full and a car filled with water and packaged ham because Thanksgiving was 6 months away and you’ll be damned if you get caught having to buy 6 chickens to replace the turkey again.

When you get home you carried the ham in your arms while you kicked a water bottle pack into the kitchen. During your excruciating workout, you failed to notice that the bedroom door was wide open, and an overbearing warmth filled the home spreading Tatsumi’s anger pheromones that you couldn’t even smell to save your life. And your life was indeed endangered. “Tats do you need some more water!” You whistle throughout the house, tossing your keys on the couch before gaping at the wide-open door. “Tatsumi!?”

“I’m glad you knew well enough to wear damn near nothing when you came back.” Tatsumi looked completely worse for wear, eyes blown wide and blue hair tousled. “What the hell are you doing outside our room, aren’t you the one that wanted for us to stay away from each other?” “Mmhm.” Tatsumi was completely naked from the waist down. From the neck up his skin was flushed red and sweaty, "Yes that was the plan until you decided to leave. "

Tatsuya was in you in an instant, teeth clashing together when he kissed you, your hands rested on clammy skin slowing Tatsumi's process of undressing you. "I'm going to fuck you so well Y/n. Breed your pretty little pussy for all to see." The brazen words of affirmation made your movements stutter in the slightest bit. "If this dirty talk or are you serious?!"

Tatsumi's hands slap down on your ass, gripping the soft flesh in-between his fingers. "I've never been more serious, this is life and death. " Using his hold on your buttocks, he lifts you up with a slight heave before placing you on the two-way countertop. Buttons pop off your shorts hitting the floor as they’re ripped off. Your panties soon join as well, falling to the floor in a graceful heap. Goosebumps plagued your skin at the act of aggression. "So pretty and perfect for me. There isn't any doubt in my mind that this'll work."

You couldn't help but twitch at the praise, making Tatsumi laugh. Slender fingers rub your clit building your pleasure to make you slick. The soft treatment was stopped when Tatsumi pinched the nerve. "Play with yourself while I go get some lube." It seemed almost like a challenge for Tatsumi to pull away from you but he did nonetheless. You hurriedly remove your tank top leaving your black sports bra on, unwilling to wrestle with it. Carefully balancing on the edge of the counter, you resume torturing your clit until sweat begins to build on your own body.

"Tatsumi!" You stuttered, rolling your body enticingly when he came back into your line of sight. "You're so damn sexy." You grab his neck and pull him in between your legs wrapping them around him. "I want to make you feel good, baby come on." You reach in-between your legs, squeezing the tip is cock, biting your lip when it twitches in your hand. "You're so big Tat's, do you want me that badly?"

His hair was dripping with sweat and his face was dusted a pretty red color, one you longed to make bloom. "Fuck yes! I need to feel you squeeze around me, fuck I'm so desperate right now, I'll do anything!" You caress his face cooing as he thrust into your palm like a hormonal teenager. "You ain't got to do nothing for me but put your pretty little cock in me baby!" You take the lube from him and squeeze the cool liquid on his dick making it twitch even more.

Tatsumi gripped the counter with one hand while pumping his lubed cock with the other. "Fuck fuck fuck!" Without warning, Tatsumi cums from his hands, shooting the warm liquid on your pussy lips making the perfect contrast of black and white. This detail went straight to Tatsumi's dick. So while his cock continued to shoot cum he thrust forward till he bottomed out, stretching your pussy to the shape of him. "Tell me when I can move, if it's good, tell me when!"

Tatsumi was teary-eyed staring at the ceiling so he could refrain from moving and possibly hurting you. "You're so warm Y/n, feel so good, all stretched out for me." When you finally relaxed, you lowered your legs, pushing his hips deeper. "Come on daddy, you said you wanted to be me hmm?" Tatsumi caged you against the counter with both hands on the sides, dripping the fake tile as if his life depended on it.

"Oh, don't call that. You know how I feel about that." You planted in his ear, dead-set on dirty talking him to completion. "Oh, you don't feel like being daddy right now baby? You want to be my pretty lil boy?" Tatsumi nodded nibbling in your collarbone. You squeezed your eyes shut as his cock began to move faster.

"Oh, your-fuck! Such a good boy for mommy you know that? I couldn't ask for a better...a better!" Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Tatsumi pulled you off the counter, bouncing you on his cock while he stood. Tatsumi growled at the vibration your ass caused when it slammed down on his toned thighs. He was exerting himself in a display of primal strength. Your pussy clenched down on him as he held you still. Opting to jackhammer into your body, making you shake.

As ridiculous as you probably looked, the pleasure made up for it. "I'm going to fuck you so damn well, you're not leaving this damn house again!"

And leaving was something you could not do. You were fucked in all sorts of positions in all locations of the house. The only break you got was when you could shower and even that wasn't a break as Tatsumi soon joined you, and fucked you haphazardly against the shower wall. Both of you came in and out of consciousness throughout the days, only having enough time to eat and drink.

On the final day, Tatsumi was the one to wake first. His sleepy eyes blinked at the open window, the same window he made you deep throat him in front of hours ago. "Y/n?" His voice was scratchy and in desperate need of water as he held it gingerly. "Y/n?" You lay next to him, body partially covered in a white sheet that probably only sin if he were to guess from the scratch marks and bites littering both his and your backs.

Tatsumi’s heart raced at your stillness, time armed to slowdown as a shaking hand reached out for you flinching at your cold skin. "N-No!"

It didn't work, he had worked so hard to make it work and his efforts were fruitless. The bed shook with his sobs, he couldn't even look at your still form. What was he going to tell your family? Fuck that, how would he even be able to live with himself. "What do I do, oh God Y/n. I'm so sorry! I-"

"Dawg shut the FUCK UP!"

His crying was interrupted as he was hit full swing with his own pillow. Your almond eyes were swollen most likely from tears of overtime as you squinted at Tatsumi. Pointing an accusing finger at him. "You fucked me for 3 days straight, I deserve sleep. Now be quiet or go somewhere else!" With that, you turned back over, covering yourself with your sheet.

Despite your scolding, Tatsumi felt joy filling his being. When he quieted, he stiffens… if you were alive..that meant you were pregnant…… now how the hell is he supposed to break the news to you?