#i felt like i couldn't even speak anymore. hard to breathe and shit. this only made things worse for me of course

[outlying-hyppocrate]

to quote tumblr user crayoncloudcat, the "dickish entity" you speak of has returned. i can't sleep. my precious sims are distracting me though, that's fun

[kyber-crystal]

Hi! May I request a sequel to "my little love" for how jake responds to max calling him dad/daddy for the first time? or jake being cute with max and your shared kids (bc i KNOW y'all don't stop after the first one lol)

i'm sorry it took me so long to respond to this but HELL YEAH and i'm extra sorry i didn't post this for a while b/c i wasn't sure about how it turned out in general...anyways, i hope you enjoy : ')

my future || jake "hangman" seresin

summary: as written above! this is a sequel to the headcanon my little love, which i LOVED writing w my whole heart.

settling into married life was surprisingly not difficult. you'd already spent so much time around hangman that forever felt so comfortable

now everyone is so happy and in high spirits. but max is significantly happier than them all and it's so wholesome to see

rooster, or "fairy godmother" (max likes to call him the latter....yes...godmother, not godfather. you don't know why but it's so funny, especially when you watch rooster react to this), is always there to take care of your kiddo when you're busy

he let him sit in his F-14 and take a picture with him :)

and you're paranoid and worrying the whole time but rooster's like "relax, i got him" and he's super chill about it

"he's gonna be a pilot. better than you, even," you leaned over and gave your husband a look

"i think so!"

the kid lives and breathes top gun. and now that you've moved in with hangman, you're only a few minutes' walk from base, making it easy to go back and forth.

when you're working at the hard deck, penny sits him by the nearest booth with a milkshake and some old books and toys

if one of the uncles or phoenix wasn't busy, they'd come over to keep him entertained

and you know when hangman's done for the day when you see max break into his signature grin. you've noticed that you only really see it around him

so you're celebrating his fourth birthday today. it's insane, because he already speaks like a six year old (hangman says it's because you're also smart af. but, being the cocky lil shit he is, fanboy likes to take the credit for it. i mean, the guy majored in biochem, so he knows his stuff)

it's an off day for everyone, so they're able to come help decorate the place. you had the idea to surprise your son, so while everyone was getting ready, fanboy was with max by the beach, playing soccer. they'd come back in an hour and boom!

by the end of things, the hard deck doesn't look like the hard deck anymore. it looks like max's paradise—a kiddie version of top gun, you realize. your heart melts because 🥺🥺🥺

everyone hides when they hear fanboy and max coming in

and then you all jump up from your hiding spots and yell "SURPRISE" and he starts grinning again

and then the kid runs straight towards hangman, giggling in pure delight

"daddy!" he yells

you're all like wait wtf

did he just

say

oh

hangman has to stop for a moment before picking him up. you can see him tearing up bc this is the first time max has ever said this

it's definitely really fulfilling to watch. when he was a baby and screamed and cried for hours at a time out of nowhere, you knew it wasn't always just from tiredness. or being hungry. or whatnot

the rest of the night you're all emotional af and max notices

"daddy why are you crying?"

there go the waterworks...more tears slip down jake's face 🥺😭

"because i'm happy!"

"people cry when they are sad! like when uncle fanboy loses to uncle payback!"

"HEY! kid, i thought you were on my side"

"so, i'm your dad now, huh?"

"forever and ever and ever and ever!"

how could you have gotten so lucky...

you're sitting here in the middle of the hard deck with your family. a family when realization hits. you had a loving husband, and a father, and a child that brightened up your world, and you couldn't have asked for anything more. you finally found someone that wanted forever and wasn't one to back away

now for some more cute moments post-birthday celebration

you take max to base every day right

and hangman will carry him on his shoulders all the time

if he's not done with his flight or workout or whatever, maverick takes his place

or his fairy godmother :)

as soon as he lands, max takes off at the speed of light and goes barreling towards him (how tf is the kid so FAST)

as hangman picks him up he looks at you and says "can we please have another kid. please"

"i want a sister! tell her, daddy!"

"see, the little man agrees"

sorry this ending was so awful i genuinely apologize...

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[roronoagem]

Maybe this would be better? What about Law finding out his SO was forced to eat a devil fruit. She hadn't told anyone and it was only made obvious after she fell overboard and couldn't swim. Maybe she had talked about her previous love for swimming, but no one caught on that it was something she couldn't do anymore.

characters: trafalgar d. water law

content warnings: gn!reader, law feels a bit betrayed lol, reader almost drowned, & very slight argument.

a/n: shitting my pants rn bc i met law in the anime a couple of times & my knowledge is based on vids & his wiki 😭 i’m scared to write him so out of character, please don’t come at me if it’s nothing like law i beg you . . . i’m gonna jump bye !

let’s start with you speaking about how much you loved swimming, how much you loved going to the beach.

everyone on the polar tang knew about it, but they were totally oblivious that you couldn’t do it anymore due to your devil fruit.

not even your captain knew about this.

and he didn’t know you had the powers of a devil fruit, in the first place.

and when you fell right into the water and your head didn’t pop out of the water, bepo started to panic.

“CAPTAIN!” bepo was running from side to side searching for law. “[y/n]..!”

that’s when law appeared and noticed your absence, trying to get the polar bear to explain the situation.

when shachi finally pulled you out of the water, after he jumped in to search for you, you were almost passed out. law felt a hint of panic at the sight because well… it didn’t make much sense from what the bear said.

did you hit your head? did something underwater attacked you? could it be that you got so scared you passed out?

impossible. he knew you too well, you wouldn’t get scared just because you fell into the water, it was calm enough to be able to swim too.

when you finally opened your eyes and started coughing water, law felt relief fill his chest. he checked your pulse and body temperature, make sure you were breathing properly. he wrapped you in a blanket as you were completely soaked.

you felt a bit dizzy, unable to focus on whatever was surrounding you. “[y/n]! i’m so glad you’re okay! i’m sorry!” bepo started to apologise because he stood there panicking instead of taking action, but you weren’t mad at him.

“it’s okay… don’t worry,” you were able to say before meeting law’s hard gaze. you shivered, because he seemed unhappy somehow. “we need to talk,” that’s all he said.

you ended up in his office, he finished checking you up just to be sure you were truly okay. he didn’t say much while doing so, which caused the tension between you two to grow.

“say something,” you gave in before law. it was tiring, to say the least. he was avoiding your eyes too. what the hell?

“you almost drowned,” he said then, tone obvious. but he still was avoiding you. “but i’m here now,” you answered back.

law took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to not snap at you. “you were drowning,” he repeated, finally meeting your gaze. “but i’m alive!”

“what happened?” his tone was cold, he was treating you like any other patient. “i fell in the water, shachi pulled me out. that’s all,” you tried to sound as confident as possible, protecting your secret. “you know what doesn’t sound right to me?” law tilted his head to the side, “you talking every second about how much you love swimming, you love the sea, the ocean, and then this happens!”

of course he finally snapped. law is not a dumb man, he knows everything about everyone in his crew — he has to. it was clear you were avoiding telling him something important, and this was making him feel both angry but also hurt… did you not trust him enough?

“i-i forgot how to do that, i guess??” you responded, trying to make him let go of the subject. “you like it so much but you forget how to do that? how is it that i’ve never seen you get too close to the water since you joined this crew, huh?”

so he had noticed. he knew that it didn’t make sense but he never found the right moment to bring this up. but now…

“you’re the one avoiding it in the first place,” you retorted, as if putting him under the spotlight for a second would help you win the argument. “yes, because i ate a devil fruit and–”

when law paused, you noticed realisation spreading all over his expression. he found the missing piece of the puzzle. you ate a devil fruit too.

“why?” as he said that you couldn’t bare to look at him anymore, his tone showed that he felt betrayed by you for not telling him such important information. “[y/n]-ya… look at me,” law took a step closer.

“i was forced to eat it! i didn’t want to do that! i-i genuinely loved the ocean, swimming, these weren’t lies! but…”

when you started sobbing, law moved closer and gently cupped your cheeks. you met his gaze and noticed that he wasn’t angry anymore, he was trying to comfort you the best he could. “i know this is something you’re not proud of, but this information is vital. i needed to know that you ate a devil fruit because it could put your life in danger, just like today. i’d never judge you for it,” he tried to reassure you.

you felt relieved, you wiped your cheeks and then leaned closer to hug him. he caressed your back gently and let you stay like that for as much as you needed.

“i’m sorry,” you then murmured, sighing. “you’re alive and that’s all that matters to me,” law’s tone was firm, he held you a bit tighter for a second. you smiled at his words, words full of his love for you.

[beautification-tales]

The Frump pt. 3

A Nutty Professor Tale

Patty lay still, basking in the soft glow of the early morning light that filtered through the curtains. Her skin felt new, her senses heightened, as if she had been reborn. She gently shifted under the soft cotton sheets, careful not to disturb the sleeping form beside her. The room was quiet, the only sound the rhythmic rise and fall of Drake's chest as he slept peacefully, a faint smile playing on his lips. She felt a strange sense of contentment in the silence, a stark contrast to the tumultuous night they had shared.

Her hand wandered to his chest, tracing the firm lines of muscle and the dusting of hair that led down to his navel. His skin was warm to the touch, a silent reminder of the passion that had just been shared. As her fingertips danced across his torso, she couldn't help but feel a sense of power and satisfaction. She had taken him, claimed him, and he had loved every second of it. His heartbeat was steady and strong beneath her hand, a comforting thud that echoed the beat of her own heart. She watched his chest rise and fall with each breath, the way his skin stretched and contracted with the movement, and felt a thrill run through her.

With a sly smile, she allowed her hand to drift further south, her fingers curling around his cock. It lay there, soft and relaxed, nestled in the dark hairs of his groin. She gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling it thicken and come to life in her grip. The smile on Drake's face grew wider as he stirred from his sleep, his eyes opening to find hers watching him with a playful glint. He didn't move, didn't speak, just allowed her to explore and enjoy the feeling of his body reacting to her touch. The heat grew between them as she began to stroke him, her hand moving in slow, deliberate movements that had become second nature to her thanks to her newfound confidence.

“You get so fucking hard for me.” Patty murmured, her voice low and smoky. She watched the way his eyes fluttered shut and his chest hitched, the pleasure from her touch rippling through him. She felt her own arousal build, a warmth that spread through her body like a wildfire, consuming her thoughts and making her body ache with need. “I.. I can’t help it. I can’t even think straight… Uhhh don’t stop!” Drake’s voice was a groan, his hands fisting the sheets as she worked her magic.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum” Drake’s words were barely audible, a desperate plea as Patty’s hand grew more insistent, her strokes faster and more deliberate. Just as he was on the precipice of release, the door to the room burst open with a crash, the sound jolting them both out of their intimate bubble.

Victoria stood in the doorway, her eyes wild with rage as she took in the scene before her. Patty’s heart skipped a beat as she realized the gravity of what was happening. This wasn’t just about passion and power anymore—it was about vengeance. She stroked Drake even harder, her eyes never leaving Victoria’s, a silent challenge. Drake’s body tensed as he reached climax, his hips bucking off the bed as he spilled his seed over Patty’s hand. The sound of his release filled the room, a stark contrast to the deafening silence that had followed Victoria’s entrance.

Patty brought her hand to her mouth and licked the salty taste from her fingers, savoring the moment as Drake’s eyes rolled back in his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She knew it was a deliberate act of defiance, a declaration that she was in charge, and that she would not be intimidated by Victoria’s fury. She watched Victoria’s face contort with a mix of anger and disgust, her cheeks flaming red as she took in the sight of her lover being pleasured by someone else. Drake finally coming to his senses recognized the predicament he was in. “Victoria…I .. I … shit” he uttered knowing there was no explanation to hide what just happened.

“You fucking bitch!” Victoria roared as she lunged at Patty. But Patty was quicker, her newfound strength surprising even herself. With a grace that belied her power, she rolled out of the bed, landing on her feet in a fluid motion. Before Victoria could even process what was happening, Patty had pushed her back against the wall, her hands pinning Victoria's wrists above her head.

“You thought you could hit me? Naw you’re gonna have to spend more time in the gym to even come close to the woman I am.” Patty taunted, her voice filled with amusement as she easily held Victoria's struggling form against the wall. The power surging through her was intoxicating, a stark contrast to the weakness she had felt for so long.

“You’re just going to let her talk to me like this Drake?” Victoria spat, her eyes flitting from Patty to Drake in a desperate attempt to gauge his reaction. “Naw he’s probably hard seeing my naked body ready to kick your ass.” Patty pushed her hard body into Victoria’s. The latter’s struggle weakened, realizing the futility of her efforts. The power dynamics in the room had shifted dramatically.

Victoria with tears in her eyes gasped as she noticed Drake’s erection. “You see it don’t you? He’s mine now. So you can either leave or watch us fuck.” Patty chuckled in triumph. “Drake?” Victoria’s voice cracked with hope. He didn’t move, his eyes flickering between the two women, his expression unreadable.

“Get the fuck out Victoria… we’re done.” Drake’s voice was firm, cutting through the tension like a knife. He sat up in bed, his eyes hypnotized by the physique belonging to Fabienne. Patty let Victoria go and took a step back, her eyes narrowed in victory.

Victoria winced in pain as she massaged her hurting wrist. “You know what? You both can go to hell! I can easily get a new boy toy.” She spat, trying to salvage what was left of her pride as she turned to leave the room.

“Stay here baby.. be right back.” Patty took Drake’s robe and covered herself to confront Victoria in private. Victoria was already down the stairs when Patty shouted. “Hey loser!” Victoria held the door as she looked back at Patty with contempt. Patty scurried down the stairs to face her rival. “I win bitch! Maybe cut out the snacking and hit the gym harder.”

Victoria’s eyes narrowed to slits, her fists clenched by her sides. “This isn’t over, Patty. You think you can just waltz in here and take what’s mine?” she seethed, her voice trembling with rage. Patty raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Who’s Patty? Name’s Fabienne.”

“Oh Patty… You may look different and you may catch Drake’s attention now but you still suck at lying.” Victoria's voice dripped with malice as she stepped closer to Fabienne, invading her space. The two women locked eyes, the tension palpable.

“Call me whatever you want. Either way I’m better than you… in every way.” Patty smirked, her confidence unshaken. She took a step closer to Victoria, her body radiating the same dominance she had just displayed in the bedroom. The air between them was thick with animosity as they sized each other up.

“We’ll see” Victoria smiled, her teeth clenched. She knew she had to leave, at least for now. The rage was too intense and she didn’t want to do anything stupid. With a dramatic flounce, she turned and slammed the door behind her, leaving Patty standing in the hallway with a smug grin plastered on her face.

“Two can play this game.” Victoria’s words echoed through the door as she watched her storm out. Fabienne took a moment to bask in the victory, her heart racing with excitement. She had never felt so alive. The challenge in Victoria’s eyes had ignited a fire within her that she hadn’t known existed. She took a breath as she rushed upstairs to fuck Drake into submission.

Meanwhile, Victoria sped home, her mind racing. The serum! The very thought of it brought a twisted smile to her lips. It was her secret weapon, something she had been saving for the right moment. She had copied all of Patty’s notes and was able to replicate it with ease. It had been sitting in her fridge now, taunting her. Now, it was time to use it.

Her foot pushed down on the gas pedal, the car's engine purring like a wild animal eager to be unleashed. She knew she couldn’t just sit back and let Patty, or whoever she was, beat her. She had to fight back. The serum was risky, but she had nothing to lose. As she pulled into her driveway, her thoughts were consumed by the potential power that lay within that vial.

Once inside, Victoria stormed through her house, her eyes scanning the room until they fell on the fridge. She flung the door open, her heart racing as she grabbed the serum. She didn’t have time for second thoughts, not now. The cold flask of the serum glinted in the light, taunting her, as if it knew the chaos it was about to unleash. She took a deep breath, held the flask, and with trembling hands, brought it to her lips.

The liquid burned as it went down her throat, a sensation that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She gagged but managed to keep it down, the taste a mix of bitterness and something that was eerily metallic. She slammed the empty vial on the kitchen counter and waited, her eyes darting around the room as she felt the serum begin to warm her blood, coursing through her veins like a venom. She knew she had to be quick, the serum’s effects would be temporary, but she had a plan.

Her thoughts grew clearer with each passing second, the anger sharpening into a cold, calculated resolve. She had studied the serum's effects on Patty and knew what to expect—strength, speed, and a newfound confidence. She gasped as she felt her nipples harden. She glanced down to see her breasts swell before her eyes, straining against the fabric of her shirt. The sensation was strange, yet thrilling, a physical manifestation of the power surging through her body.

But it wasn’t just her chest that was changing. Victoria felt a peculiar tingling sensation in her lower back, a warmth spreading from the base of her spine and down to her ass. She looked over her shoulder into the hallway mirror, her eyes widening with shock as she saw her ass balloon, filling out her jeans until they stretched taut against her flesh. It grew larger and larger, until it was a perfect, round sphere that seemed to have a life of its own. She reached back, her hand sinking into the soft, supple flesh, and she couldn’t help but give it a gentle squeeze. The feeling was indescribable—like nothing she had ever felt before.

“More time at the gym.. my ass!” Victoria laughed loving the feeling of her improved curves. She felt her senses heighten as every nerve in her body fired off sensations of pleasure. “I’m better now” She moaned as her hair became brighter.

Her hand slid down her stomach, her fingers tracing the new contours of her body, the power of the serum making every touch feel like electricity. She reached the waistband of her jeans, her eyes never leaving the reflection in the mirror as she unbuttoned them. She was overwhelmed by the sudden need to touch herself, to feel the transformation in its entirety.

Victoria's eyes went wide as she realized what was happening next. The fabric of her pants grew tight around her crotch, and she felt something pushing against it, demanding to be free. She quickly undid her jeans and let them fall to the floor. Her panties were stretched to the limit, a clear outline of her engorged clit and swollen pussy visible beneath the thin fabric. She touched herself, gasping as she realized she had grown a cock, thick and hard, standing proudly between her legs. The sensation was alien and yet, she felt an immediate connection to it, a newfound sense of power surging through her veins.

“No! How am I going to get Drake back with this?” Victoria’s hand hovered over her new masculine feature, a wave of panic washing over her. But as she touched the sensitive flesh, a bolt of pleasure shot through her, and she realized she had underestimated the serum’s effects. The cock was a part of her now, and with it came an insatiable hunger for more. She couldn’t fight the urge to stroke it, watching as it grew even larger in her hand. The sensation was overwhelming, and she found herself moaning in a way she never had before.

“Patty is going to pay for this! I’m going to.. I’m going to.. Ungh why does this feel so good!” Victoria’s thoughts were interrupted by the intense pleasure that rippled through her body with each stroke of her newfound cock. She stumbled over to the couch, her knees weak as she sat down. She spread her legs wide, her hand moving faster as she watched her reflection in the mirror across the room.

The power of the serum washed over her, filling her with an energy she had never experienced. Her mind was racing with ideas, each more depraved and delicious than the last. She could feel her body adapting to its new form, her movements becoming more fluid and confident. The anger and jealousy she had felt moments ago were now secondary to the all-consuming hunger for more pleasure.

“Fuck Patty Ungh I want to fuck Patty!” Victoria’s thoughts were spiraling out of control as she stroked herself harder, the pleasure becoming almost painful in its intensity. She knew that she had to find a way to get rid of this new appendage and fast—before it consumed her entirely. But the more she thought about Patty, the harder she felt in her hands. It was as if her body was betraying her, turning her anger into desire.

“I’m cumming!” Victoria moaned, unable to resist the wave of pleasure that crashed over her. As she climaxed, she felt a strange sensation, a power unlike anything she had ever experienced. The room around her seemed to distort, her vision blurring as the serum fully took hold. She collapsed onto the couch, panting heavily, her mind racing.

“We’ll see who is better now Frump.”

[baronessvonglitter]

if love be rough with you, be rough with love | chapter 8 | "i want you to notice when i'm not around"

Dave York x f!Reader

Word count: 1,548

Summary: you keep your distance from Dave while you try to fill your life with other meaningful things, but guys like him always find a way back..

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, child abuse and implied domestic abuse by reader's father (no actual violence occurs but there is child endangerment), angst

Author's Note: basically we're getting a look at the reader's childhood, giving us insight to her mental state and her viewpoint of the world. On a lighter note, I was just riffing on what Dave's IG handle would be, as I wanted it to be something the reader would recognize as him. If there is a real dy.cranberry I apologize for the confusion 😝

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You were eight years old and your family had just left your ballet recital. Your parents, recently separated, left in separate cars. Your younger brother went with your mom, the safe option, and because you didn't want him to feel bad, you let your dad drive you home. Still in your pale pink ballet costume and diamond tiara, a bouquet of roses that your father had given you rests in your arms like a newborn baby. Princess, your father called you, and you truly felt like one. He praised your dancing, the graceful way you kept up with the music while the other girls wobbled about aimlessly. "I think I want to be a ballerina when I grow up," you told him proudly. He looked at you a moment, trying to keep his eyes ahead as sheets of rain came from out of nowhere, obscuring his view of the road. "You can do whatever you want to, Princess. But your mom shouldn't have put all that makeup shit on your face." You'd forgotten about the body glitter and fuchsia lipstick she'd put on you to give some extra pizzazz, and it was nice to see your mom smiling for once as she applied the makeup to your face. "She did that just to piss me off," he muttered to himself. Uncomfortable, you look out the window at the streaming rain. This was a common thing with your dad. He cursed so casually, made threats as easily as he breathed. You could ignore it for a certain amount of time, but there was always that coil in your belly that made you feel like you were going to throw up. You couldn't defend yourself. You were eight. "Your mom doesn't want me back in the house. But you do, don't you, Princess?" He stroked your hair. Your dad had never done anything inappropriate, but you always worried that one day he would take it too far, that one more vodka would push him to that edge that would leave you with scars both physical and emotional. It was hard enough walking that fine line just to keep him happy. For once you defended you mom. "Mom seems happy.. I just want her to be happy." Your dad sped up on the rainy street. As he flew by, other cars honked, swerved out of the way. His anger was directed at you. "And what about me? You don't love me anymore? You love your mom more? Is that it? You little bitch." He sped through a red light and you felt like at any moment you would die. Tears coursed down your cheeks. Your mind went into overdrive as your young brain processed the danger you were in as well as the insults being hurled at you. When you cried instead of answering him, he swerved hard into the next empty lane, shouting at you. Finally you were able to speak, telling him you're sorry, you love him, it's a great idea for him to get back together with Mom. Then it was over. The car was stopped on the side of the road, your dad was stroking your hair and calling you Princess again, saying he loved you more than anything and that nobody could tear his family apart. From then on you never even remembered the recital itself, only the aftermath, and that when your dad hugged you and kissed your head you got away from him by leaning out of the car door to vomit.

It's just one of the bad memories that resurfaces when you're going through stress, and you haven't been sleeping well since forgoing your nights at Dave and Carol's. And memories can't hurt you. Especially when the villain of those memories is dead and can't hurt you anymore.

It's so easy to seethe in resentment, and that's exactly what you do. Dave's rejection of you is like a bruise upon your ego.. no, worse than that, it's a bruise upon your heart. His little self-righteous speech repeats in your head like an earworm, reminding you that because of your purity you're just not good enough.

And then you remember the little tirade you gave him in return and it does alleviate your hurt. You remember the shocked expression on his face. Oh, no one has ever spoken to him that way. But you did.

You spend as little time at the York household as possible, only picking up the girls and dropping them at school. You help Carol with dinner and most of the time you get to leave before Dave even comes home. Your days are rarely spent at their house, but rather in classroom auditoriums and in study sessions once the fall semester starts. Not content with a Bachelor's degree, you're earning your Master's, which is your main reason for having moved up here almost a year ago. Studying becomes the focal point of all your desires, your pent up frustration redirected into academia. In the few times you do see Dave you both make it a point not to speak unless necessary, and even though you refrain from casting secret glances the way you used to, at times you can still feel his eyes on you.

The drive home always feels like you've missed out on something, like a vital part of you has disappeared. You turn up the radio to drown out your thoughts. Thom Yorke (the irony is not lost on you) croons over the radio:

When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye

When you're studying late one night, in the comfort and quiet of your home, you get a notification ding from your phone on the table next to you. You eyeball it, not picking it up right away. It can't be important. Except it's three in the morning and you never get notifications this late. Curiosity eats away at you as you read then reread the paragraph you're stuck on in your textbook. Then sighing deeply, giving in, you take your phone in your hand. You have your song of the moment on repeat:

I want you to notice When I'm not around So fuckin' special I wish I was special

Someone has liked some of your Instagram photos. Opening the app you find they were liked by a new user, dy.cranberry and there's no doubt in your mind that it's Dave who's liking your pics. You shake your head but you're smiling, actually you're lighting up inside. He wants you to know it's him, otherwise he would've used any other handle. He's probably still awake right now, so you send him a DM:

isn't it a little past your bedtime, boomer?

He replies right away, Can't sleep. Thinking about you.

Ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you write back, you know what they say. absence makes the dick grow harder

Keep talking like that and I'll have to wake up Carol and put her to good use while I'm fantasizing about you..

shouldn't you be doing that anyway? she's your wife..

Can I call you?

A big part of you wants to say yes. It's such a visceral reaction for you to immediately acquiesce to his needs.

Sighing at your lack of willpower, you write back, sure

Right away your phone buzzes and you see Dave's name on the caller ID. You get on your bed as you answer it. "Hey," you say quietly.

The way he whispers your name in greeting causes a delicious heat to go through you. Can he be so easily forgiven? Maybe, especially when he says, "I want to see you." God, his voice is low, raspy, doing things to make your cunt throb.

"We see each other enough," you say with conviction.

"Can we meet up for coffee?"

You close your eyes, lean your head back against the headboard. "Why? What more do we have to say to each other?"

"I miss you." You hear him, half-hushed, and you can picture him in his white t-shirt and pajama pants, pacing the living room of his house, trying to keep quiet from Carol. This is the first time he's ever shown some emotion and you're not even there to see if it's genuine.

"Sure. I know what you miss." Your words are soft but they carry bitterness.

He's quiet; you wish you could see his expression right now.

"I'm sorry about before," he says in that same quiet, intimate, urgent tone. "I was just.. you took me by surprise. I didn't expect you to not have any experience."

"You make it sound like it was a job interview, Dave. Just say that my virginity freaks you out."

"It took me by surprise," he insists. "And I am not one to be easily surprised."

"So what do you want? A second chance?"

"I want whatever you're willing to give."

His answer is so carefully crafted, but you're able to see through it, though you doubt he'll change his stance on actually taking your relationship to the next level. "Fine. Tomorrow, ten a.m.?"

You can almost hear his smile, a grin like a Cheshire cat. "Perfect. See you then. Can't wait."

"I bet.. oh, and Dave? Your insta handle is ridiculous. Please change it." You hang up, smirking.

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I miss you... A lot

Trafalgar law x Fem!reader

(it's kinda short sorry)

'mugiwara-ya... That idiot' law thought as he groaned at himself and started to walk to his own room that he shared with his girlfriend

These past couple weeks after the defeat of kaido, Luffy has been annoying him NON-STOP to go and party with them, and at this point the crew kind of annoyed him to agree as well.

He needs another opinion, one that's more... Calm, one that has so much more common sense in them. (Y/n)'s opinion.

Granted they haven't seen each other much in a month, or even more, due to this... Trip. So he was also excited to see her after all these.

He hoped (y/n) was in the room so that he didn't have to search around the sub and bump into crewmates, but imagine his disappointment when he found everything neat and no (y/n) in sight. Only an open wardrobe.

He closed the door behind him and locked it before walking over to the wardrobe to close the door of it, only to then notice one of his hoodies are missing, it made him smile softly realising (y/n) must've been feeling a little rebellious and stole one of them.

After closing it, he then noticed the bathroom that was connected to his room slightly ajar.

He knew peeking was bad, but he's a pirate, and also, he's a little bit of a pervert inside.

So he peeked a little without opening the door at all.

He just saw (y/n) wearing his hoodie and was in front of the mirror, thankfully her back was faced to him and she didn't seem to notice him on the wide ass mirror.

It seems like she had been standing there for a while... She wore nothing but his hoodie that stopped right by her thighs, which he loved, her curves may not have been visible, but he can clearly see them.

She soon started off by running her hands on the sleeves and inhaling the scent by the wrist, sighing, she then hugged herself, mostly the hoodie and grumbled, "I miss him... I miss him so... Much."

His breath hitched, it wasn't one of those cases that she could've stolen his hoodie just to tease him or she liked it, more or less it reminds her of him because she misses him.

"I miss you so much..." She muttered to herself and closed her eyes when she felt tears pricking the corners of her eyes as she shook her head, "it's gonna be alright... He'll come around, eventually... It's just an important thing for him at the moment... I must support him and not weight him down..."

Law felt his heart tighten and pain struck all over him, of course she fucking misses him. It's been a little over a MONTH that they haven't interacted with each other.

He had been so focused on his plan, he failed to remember the love of his life being a person too.

"No. I shouldn't be needy... He needs this closure for himself..." She scoffed, "and this is wrong... I shouldn't wear this without his permission." She sighed and took off his hoodie and revealed her wearing a tight tank top of hers, "shit... It's cold."

Swallowing thickly, he just continued to watch, eager to know what else he was lacking.

She stared down at the hoodie and inhaled the scent of him left on it despite it being clean and washed. His cologne and body fragrance were hard to come off.

"I miss you... A lot... Please come around sooner..." Her voice cracked as her arms instinctively wrapped themselves around the hoodie as if she was hugging him.

Law couldn't take it anymore and opened the bathroom door but just stood there, he couldn't even damn himself to speak without feeling more than guilty.

By now, tears have escaped her eyes once she opened them again she hadn't even realized she had closed her eyes in the process.

(Y/n) MISSED everything of him. His scent, his body, his warmth, even his voice and words. She missed ALL OF HIM.

Her eyes drifted to the mirror to see how stupid she looked and made eye contact with law for a moment before turning back to herself, she didn't even realize it was him, but once it hit her, her eyes went wide and wiped her tears away before turning to him, panicking on what to say about this weird scene.

"L-law! I... It's not what it looks like!" She stammered with a nervous smile on her face a small blush, "i-... It was on the floor I was just picking it up and was about to put in the laundry when I wanted to-"

"You don't need to tell me..." He cuts her off with a small sigh.

"W-what...?" She shivered hoping to whoever gods and goddesses that he won't get mad or scold her for stealing his hoodie.

"Why... Didn't you tell me?"

"Tell... Tell you what?" At this point she was kind of overwhelmed by it all...

"Why didn't you tell me you missed me...? You could always just walk up to me and told me you missed me. Then I would've..." He muttered, "I don't know... Gave you a kiss or something"

"You know I hate coming off as a needy girlfriend... And besides... You were... Busy." She looked away, all ashamed and embarrassed at what he just caught her doing.

For all she knew, he caught her hugging a darned hoodie and telling it how much she missed him.

"No amount of work could ever sum up to you. You're also important to me, and I know... You aren't exactly needy..." He shook his head, "I just wished you came to me instead of keeping all these to yourself"

"I mean... I don't want to weigh you down with my... Stuff... So I just waited patiently... I don't even wish to be a burden to you... I miss you a lot... And I know stealing your hoodies aren't exactly... I'm not exactly proud at myself for doing that."

"What do you mean?"

"I... Wore them without your permission... They're your stuff, here..." She walked up to him and hands him his hoodie, "... You can have it back."

He just stared at the hoodie then at (y/n) who looked away all ashamed and embarrassed about this whole thing.

His eyes were shadowed by his hat so it was hard to read him. But, she grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Next time, come to me..." He whispered in her ear, she was just shocked that instead of him getting mad, he just... Hugged her. "You will never ever be a burden to me... Ever."

(Y/n) felt as if all her pent up tears were crushing down hard and felt herself cry against him while hugging him right

"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to make you feel like a burden... I don't want you to feel as such, I really am so orry for making you feel that way... Please, let me make it up to you if you want..." He muttered as she sniffed and sobbed a bit, "... Do you want to go on a walk around town? I'll keep you close, I promise I'll never leave your side."

She stayed quiet which made him feel insecure if he's saying all the right stuff and doing all the right things.

"Hey... Speak up..." He muttered but refused to pull away, but she just nodded softly making him feel at ease, "that's good... Come on, let's get ready."

Later...

"Torao!" Luffy yelled as law and (y/n) walked by their area.

"Hmm? Oh hello Luffy" (y/n) smiled as law grumbled a small: "get away from me"

Robin seemed to notice how law and (y/n) are holding hands, he doesn't do it quite often but it kind of cignals robin that it was their alone time together. "Captain..." She called as Luffy hummed, "why don't we leave Torao-kun alone for today, it seems he's having a small walk with (y/n)"

"Eh? Oh!" Luffy grinned, "well... See you later at the party then!" With that, Luffy ran off to find Sanji.

"Party?" (Y/n) asked law as they continued walking

"Ugh... I was about to ask for your opinion earlier, should we go?" He asked as she hummed and leaned her head on his shoulders as they walked through tons of greenery

"Us two? If you want, but as a crew? Let them have some fun. We can have our own fun at our room...! I bought this new book about Sora, I was wondering if you'd like to read it with me." She asked

Law kind of expected sex but... "That's good, you bought a new Sora book? What's the chapter?"

"Chapter...? I think it was... 'new story new year'?" She asked more to herself about her memory.

"Ahh... A new release I can't wait to read it with you, baby" he smiled and kissed her on the cheek

She giggled a little "you don't do this quite a lot"

"Oh... I only do that if it's you, I really love you. And I'm sorry that I made you feel alone and lonely... I'm really sorry about that"

"It's okay, totally... Atleast now you're making up for it, right?"

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You Don't Know Pt 6

Steve Rogers x Reader (GN)

Summary: Steve Rogers and his pretentious “know it all” attitude is getting on your last nerves. Neither of you know what to do about it. 

Warnings- Swearing, negative self talk, NIGHTMARE (blood, guns, death. Kinda graphic but not really),  My shit writing <3

Word count- 4.5k

Author's Note- A longer chapter now that my internet is a little better!!!

Beta read by my favorite beta: @sandbubbler

Chapter 6/?

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Steve’s POV

“It’s obvious you have feelings for them, Steve. Even a blind person could see that,” Bucky told him with a shrug. Bucky flexed his hands a few times as he removed the wraps that were slowly tattering. They were both breathing hard, a few hours of stamina training will do that to ya. But Steve wasn’t interested in what Bucky was actually saying.

Steve ignored Bucky as he, once more, brushed the man off. The explanation of feeling like an older brother to a certain someone had, in many ways, calmed Steve down. There was still a lingering jolt in his body, though. One that he only could get rid of by absolutely wearing out his body through training.

“Yeah, I definitely do,” Steve mumbled in reply, still focused more on the punching bag than his friend. His face set in stone with a scowl. Grunting as he swung his fist harshly against the poor bag, the loud thud reverberated through the gym. His hand had grown numb, knuckles most definitely red with torn skin under the wraps that were protecting nothing by now.

Though, his admission wasn't what Bucky was looking for, and he damn well knew that. Bucky wasn’t expecting the Captain to so readily admit his feelings, but the purposeful side stepping was beginning to piss him off. Truly, Steve wasn't the kind of guy to deny his feelings, but admitting them was definitely not his strong suit. 

Bucky rolled his eyes, huffing as he grabbed the punching bag to stop Steve from continuing, “I don't mean it like that, dumbass.” 

Steve scoffed, jaw clenched as he relented slightly. With his head cocked to the side and hands on his hips, Steve met Bucky's eyes, “Then I don’t know what you mean,” Steve defiantly said.

Bucky ran his tongue over his lower lip, resisting the urge to actually smack some sense into Steve.

“Like hell you don't," Bucky sighed. Steve avoided looking at Bucky once more, fiddling with the tattered edge of the wraps on his hands. Before he could lose himself in the act of unwrapping them, Bucky grabbed his hands and started undoing them himself. 

Steve now physically couldn't escape this. And he highly doubted Bucky would let him skirt around the topic for much longer. 

“Why can't you just admit you like them?” Bucky tuts, shaking his head as he (not so gently) removes the bandages, “It would save all of us a lot of headache.”

The second part was definitely true, it would save Steve a headache as well. Ever since he had told Tony, it was Natasha who had quickly figured out the truth. Not that it would take a genius to piece it all together. 

💗❓

“The jealousy, your strictness on them during missions. Jesus, I should’ve realized it sooner,” Natasha said in passing. It was just loud enough to make Steve freeze, and for Bucky to pry into what Nat had whispered.

Steve’s “deer in the headlights” look was more than enough to confirm it for Bucky. And, while the Winter Soldier was glad the rumors weren't about him anymore, he felt bad for Steve.

… Until Steve denied denied denied. 

Then Bucky just started getting frustrated.

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“You don't have to tell them, but verbalizing it a little bit would probably really help,” Bucky offered. Steve narrowed his eyes at how Bucky was suddenly speaking more evenly, a bit softer too. Coaxing him into a false sense of security to bait him into admission wouldn't work on him.

“Verbalizing a lie wont do shit,” Steve retorted, pulling his hands from Bucky's grasp and flexing his hands. The skin that was lightly bloody and raw ached, but give them a few days and they'd be brand new.

The gentle parenting tactic wasn't going to work. So, Bucky quickly switched up his tactics. Bucky suddenly grabbed the front of Steve's shirt, not incredibly tightly, but enough to throw Steve off a bit, “You don't clam up, stammer, and turn every shade of red when someone accuses you of a lie, Steve,” Bucky lowly said.

The way Bucky had grabbed the collar of his shirt made it so that Steve had no choice but to look Bucky dead in the eyes. The seriousness that Bucky spoke with wasn't what he had been expecting. He swallowed weakly, losing much of the angry gusto he had been releasing onto the bag. 

Steve was now just left with an aching hollowness in his chest. The same feeling he convinced himself was exhaustion from his workouts all week. The same feeling that only proved Bucky's point.

“Let go of me,” Steve grits, clenching his jaw slightly as he sets his face back into a scowl. He pushed Bucky's hand off of him, surprised at how easily Bucky released him.

“Whatever it is that I do or don't feel,” Steve turned his head from Bucky, taking a step back. He’d give Bucky this one singular win, “I won't do anything about it.”

It was bad form to get with another teammate. That was the same argument Steve initially had when he thought Bucky was sleeping with them. And, if Steve wasn't going to act on his thoughts, then there was absolutely no point in verbalizing them. Might as well cut down a tree if he wanted to waste air.

Steve had turned away from Bucky. The windows that weren't shaded had let in a stream of yellow goldnet light. It was just mid afternoon as the light pooled onto his bag, making the dark blue fabric seem richer in color. Not golden hour, Steve had learned, but just as nice…

It made him feel sick.

“The two of you bicker like a damned married couple,” Bucky called out to him, unhooking the punching bag from the ceiling. It fell to the ground with a deep and short-lived thud. 

Steve just waved him off, grabbing the straps of his bag and pulling it away from the streams of light. He had humored Bucky enough, truly, he wished everyone would just forget it. 

The only noise made by Bucky was the disinfectant cleaning the bag, the metal hook reattaching it off to the side with the others, and Bucky's footsteps that were going to the changing/shower room.

The gym was void of voices as the two of them cleaned up. The only sound coming from Steve was his bag zipping open, the rustling of a small towel, and the bag then being slung over his shoulder. 

Steve reserved himself to just leaving the gym. He’d shower in his own room, hide away with his drawing pad for a while perhaps. He needed a little time to think, and everyone else had done more than enough thinking for him these past few days.

Bickering like a married couple.

Yeah, sure, Steve internally scoffed, it was nothing like that.

"But you guys don't get to do any of the fun stuff,” 

Steve had just made it to the gym doors, pushing them open once he heard Bucky's voice following him.

His tone was more teasing this time. A good sign that there wasn't any real malice between them… But it made Steve stiffen nonetheless.

He hoped desperately Bucky hadn't seen him freeze, but he knew better than to think that. Steve quickly corrected himself and let himself out of the gym into the main hallways, the metal catch of the heavy doors was a welcomed sound.

What wasn't welcomed was seeing them.

💗❓Your POV

You had just wrapped up a video meeting with Phil Coulson, discussing the possibility of training some of the more promising SHIELD agents in a makeshift bootcamp for a few months. It sounded like a neat idea, you knew there were plenty of agents who got looked over, honing their skills with the Avengers would just perfectly help-

Why is he there?

No, that was the wrong question. Why is he just standing there?

Steve looked pale. Probably from the workout he had clearly just finished, but that didn't exactly explain the “I just saw a ghost” expression.

All those good feelings you had from the meeting with Coulson seemed to evaporate instantly, but you wouldn't let them leave so easily.

Steve may be a dickwad, but you weren't going to let him ruin another one of your days. This week had already been shitty, and the Blond hair blue-eyed guy giving you puppy dog eyes wasn't going to make it better

So, with your head held high and your gaze focused down the hallway, you quickly brush past Steve. Not caring where exactly you went, as long as it was away from him and you were away from him in the quickest amount of time possible.

You hated the way your throat grew dry and your mind went blank as you passed by him. The smell of his sweat was giving you a headache. You didn't want to give him a moment of your time, Dr. Raynor be damned, sparing him a glance even seemed like too much of a reprieve to give him.

Even still, sworn silence couldn't have stopped the words from leaving your mouth.

“You need to take a fucking shower,” You snipped at him, not tearing your eyes from the drab grey carpet that lined the floors. 

If you had allowed yourself to look at him, you would've seen how he looked equally hurt and annoyed. The exact expression you had been wearing all week. Not that it mattered, he didn't even say anything back to you.

You weren't sure whether it stung or not.

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Grateful Tony had given each room an ensuite, you dubbed tonight was a “you” day. You shut the door of your bathroom behind you, leaning back against the solid wood door as you take in the look of your bathroom.

It was more long than deep, what you had always considered an abnormally long bathroom was now your temporary spa sanctuary. Double sinks that  held a blue cup with your toothbrush in between them, the hair products you had slowly accumulated over the years, and the Very Berry Foaming Handsoap™ that Natasha got you when she went out to Bath and Bodyworks last week. 

It was cluttered, but you had made it your own. It had a vague nautical vibe going on, the porcelain tub/shower combo had a light blue and grey shower curtain pushed to the side. The wall decor were some small framed prints of anchors, ships, and compasses. You really hadn't changed it since you moved it, it was your room itself you had made your own. This bathroom was something you used twice a day for an hour at most… Why really change it up?

But looking at it now, the blues and greys seemed more like a haven than ever before. In here it was only you, no Steves or Buckys or Raynors or otherwise. It was just you.

When was the last time I had a bath?  You wondered to yourself as you took a step further into the room, Eh, might as well lean into the whole spa day thing…

You knelt on the plush bathmat that was in front of the sinks, opening up the cabinets that hid the plumbing. You crinkled your nose as the smell of cleaning supplies, soap, and stale wood wafted towards you. 

Bubble bath, bath bombs, oils, and salts… You sifted through the care items stuffed next to extra towels. You wondered when the last time you had used any of this. Some of it was a gift from your mom once you came back from your first SHIELD mission. A gift basket with a white bow on top, to relax and destress. She wanted to make sure you were taking care of yourself… were you?

Really, though, the last thing you wanted to do was think about all the ways you actually needed  to fix yourself up. So, that meant pushing out every thought from your brain. Mindless relaxation, maybe a nap, was what you needed now more than ever.

You just grabbed a few things from under the sink, a floral bubble bath, Sunshine Joy bathbomb, and a random eucalyptus oil. Sure, that’d work. You set it all on the counter, standing up and nudging the cabinet shut with your knee. 

You made quick work of the bath: warming the water, filling it up, dimming the lights, and adding in all the crap you had. The room was thickly filled with the smells of a hundred flowers and citrus scents. Oddly, the gentle headache that was making the blood in your head echo was welcomed. The dull pain that was just behind your eyes made your brows furrow as you stood in the middle of the bathroom.

Pressing your hands against the counter, the cold tile of the marble brought you back to the moment. You opened your eyes and looked at yourself in the mirror, did you always have bags under your eyes like this? Were they always that dark? You leaned forward a little more, almost glaring at the face that stared back at you. The nearly bloodshot eyes, small scars from old missions, acne that came back long after puberty ended… 

You wanted to ask yourself when things got like this… When did you stop being that shiny new recruit? The one who was so excited to save the world all the time? The one who would take each punch and cut with vigor and respond with an attack that was just as brutal.

Oh, right, when you became an actual Avenger. When Steve decided he couldn’t handle his emotions like a fucking adult. When missions became not just risking your life but also risking a lecture from the Captain.

When did words - or lack of - hurt more than the broken bones?

It was with that question bouncing around your skull that you stripped your clothes off and climbed into the tub. The water was warm, nearly hot, as you sunk your aching body into it. The bubbles splashed up slightly against the edge of the tub. With a heavy sigh you let your muscles relax. 

The scents had gone blind to your nose, just a vague bright scent penetrated the air. The warmth of the water, dimmed lights, and slow relaxation of your back, all sent your mind into a tizzy. Waxing in and out of consciousness as sleep tugged at your eyelids. The water wasn't cooled in the slightest, but you awoke a bit more suddenly as a growl ripped through your stomach.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding…” you mumbled, sitting up and reaching for your phone. The water sloshed over the edge slightly as you sat up faster than you should have. 

5:21 pm, dinner. And you had skipped lunch thanks to the meeting with Phil, so your body was not happy right now. 

Since you were already pampering yourself tonight, you let your heart choose your dinner. And Chinese food just seemed to sing. If angels and cherubs could have come down from the sky as you ordered way too much food, you wouldn't have questioned it. 

You placed the order and turned on some music as you sank back into your comfortable rest. Images of Steve assaulted the back of your eyelids, forcing you to vehemently rip them open. Your left hand ached as you gripped the porcelain tub. Scowling, you release the tub and plunge your hand into the warm water, allowing the water to splash up on the walls of the bath. 

It was clear that you couldn't relax with a clear mind. Something - someone - was going to continue to pop up in your mind's eye. You heavily sigh, the sound of your music was mindless noise as you tried to focus on it instead of literally anything else. But the lyrics all blurred together, your favorite songs were just jumbled nonsense that was slowly taking shape in the form of a certain American patriot.

He just couldn't leave you alone. He could avoid you when it comes to apologies, but not when you’re trying to not think of him?

Clearly, a bath wasn't going to silence the voices in your head, but maybe this night could still be salvaged. 

You dried off and wrapped the towel around your body. The air in your bedroom was much colder than the bathroom. The heat from your makeshift sauna had caused the mirror to partially fog up.

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Digging through your drawers, you pulled out a white tank top and some shorts. They were comfortable, and probably the only clothes you had that weren't 1. Dirty or 2. Going to make you sweat buckets. Which, the latter was definitely needed since you weren't entirely sure how well that bath had actually cleaned you off.

Your phone jingled with a melodic alert. An excited smile pulled on your lips as your stomach growled once more. Checking the alert, and you were correct, your feast had arrived. 

You didn't necessarily have to sneak around the halls of the tower to claim your reward, but the idea of interacting with just about anyone was nearly enough to cause you to abandon your food all together. 

The tile of the floors caused your whole body to chill. The tower was oddly quiet, being a Friday night you expected some kind of commotion. Especially from Tony, Clint, or Sam. But no, it was as if you were the only soul that dared to roam about. To anyone else, they'd take this in stride and probably just make a beeline to the Chinese food that was waiting neatly by the elevator, but you weren't anyone. 

Whether it be the chill of the room or your years of training, you were glad to have already been treading lightly. There was an air of hushed whispers as you peaked your head around a corner. There was a light thrumming in your chest that felt like an ill omen. Not that your heart was necessarily beating faster or harder, but it was more obvious, more distinctive.

As you lightly padded the last few steps to the elevator, you still couldn't shake the feeling. The plastic take out bag was warm with the promise of food, and in an instant your brain shoved every worry to the furthest regions and re-centered its focus on the crab rangoons that were waiting for you.

-#-#-#-#-#-#-#-

Maybe it was because you had started working yourself into a food coma, or maybe it was the fact that the weather outside was drastically cooling off for the impending holidays, or maybe it was because Netflix decided to release its holiday movie lineups… But Single All The Way was NOT a bad watch.

It was a good enough rom-com that it provided the escape you had been looking for all night. Formulaic plot with just enough newness so that you could be pleasantly surprised and keep your brain mostly turned off. 

Eating your beef lo mein cross-legged on your bed while you fiddle with the volume a hundred times over as to not disturb anyone who may hear, remind you of your early days at the SHIELD boot-camps. Silently trying to leave your mom and dad a sweet voice message before a mission while your roommate was fast asleep, having a night off and going out to a club with some of the recruits you had befriended, sneaking food from the dining halls and having a “feast” on the floor of your room with a few buddies.

But no, it wasn't quite like that. You were older now, an Avenger now… and watching sappy hallmark movies with the subtitles on and the volume at 14 (it used to be at 15 but Bucky had heard it once a few months ago and harped on your movie choices).

You had been lost in thought for just enough time for your hands to make decisions on their own. How does a classic love story about roommates to lovers lead you to watching Silence of the Lambs? Amazing question you couldn't even answer yourself.

Your food was growing cold as you watched. 

All the relaxation you had accumulated over the past few  hours had withered away slowly. You didn't even realize you had forgotten your fork and meal and instead just stiffly watched the movie. Knees aching as you sat cross legged, the base of your neck pricked with discomfort from the angle you had it tilted.

Watching Clarice fight tooth and nail to get Lector to help solve the murders, only to be undermined again and again by Chilton. A good movie, great movie even. Critically acclaimed and adored by filmheads.

Death, murder, psychopaths, sounds that haunt you…

Credits roll, and it brings back that thrumming in your bones. It was the movie, you rationalized as the credits rolled, A psych thriller is supposed to make you feel this way.

Steve had long left your memory, but what took his place was arguably worse.

The loud exhale that fell from your lips sounded like another person. There was a tingling in your hands and feet that made you flex them over and over to rid yourself of it. Like waking from a trance, your body suddenly seemed keen on moving again, this time looking for another hallmark movie.

Like that will get rid of the sounds…

You blinked a few times as you numbly selected the movie Anyone But You, it looked simple enough. Innocent and sappy. Perfect.

As the title sequence began, you felt the anxiety ping-ponging in your skull. This just won't do, you told yourself. 

You stood up from your bed, taking care to set your food on the bedside table. You scoffed at yourself as you did the breathing exercises Dr. Raynor made you practice. It hurt your lungs, the air felt hot and dry as you breathed in for 4, held for 4, out for 4, held for 4, and repeated. You didn't let yourself close your eyes, but instead focused on the movie that played, coffee shop, bathroom, marriage, blah blah blah.

Luckily, it seemed to be enough of a grounding moment for you to suck in a breath that didn't hurt. And, you could more easily shove unwanted thoughts to the side. Plane, shot, bells, rip--

Water. You got yourself a glass of water from your bathroom. 

Once you made your way back to your bed, you gobbled down the remainder of your food. It wasn't pleasant since it had dried slightly and was cold, but it was a welcomed weight in your stomach.

Chewing the last bite of food, you realized you had sat the dishes on your stupid journal. The dream journal that you were supposed to write in every night.

You never did.

Well, you sometimes did. For the bad nightmares, it hardly helped. But a few good dreams? Those were nice to remember. You picked up the nondescript leather bound journal, the pages were off white with thick blue lines. The paper was light as you flipped though it, scribbles of your handwriting in various ink colors were a blur to your eyes. 

You stopped when that familiar butter yellow paper caught your eye,

Seeing that alone made you slam the book shut. Even still, the edge peaked out of the top, used now only as a book mark of your latest blank page instead of actual psychiatric advice.

You huffed and tossed the journal onto the table with a clatter. It could go burn for all you cared, it was only full of the same dream a hundred times, sometimes broken up with more normal nice dreams.

As you shuffle under your blankets, the movie playing something about a destination wedding, you let your relax into the mattress. Like the bath earlier, your body struggled to relax, but with enough coaxing, you fell into rest.

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Screaming, shouting, blood. Lots of blood. The ringing in your ears as another bullet rips through the air. The distant sound of a bomb screaming as it dove to the ground.

“Was this how every mission would go?” You asked yourself again and again as you watched your field partner choke on air as she succumbed to her bullet wounds.

You should’ve been able to help. There was so much you could have done. Why didn’t you do more? You idiot, you're reckless, you got a woman killed tonight.

The base was supposed to be empty, in and out mission, tiny team of people. 

Something buzzed in your comms, back to the plane. Numbness overtook you as you dropped her body to the ground, there was nothing you could do for her. Shot in the lungs, stomach,  neck… the longer you looked the more wounds that seemed to appear. Tearing your eyes away you run.

Legs heavy, breathing was impossible, since when was running on dry dirt like sprinting though molasses? 

You don't remember getting on the plane, only it lifting off with you and one other man on it. Twelve of you had arrived, two were leaving.

No, one.

You didn't see who did it or how, but a well aimed bullet cleanly took the man out. He crumpled so simply, you wouldn't have known he got shot if not for the noise. And the blood. So much blood.

It stained your hands.

YOUR hands.

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It was nearly 2 in the morning when you awoke from your light sleep, a scream ripping out of your throat as you shot up in bed.

Sweat coated your flushed skin, body shaking as your heart raced in your chest. You couldn't focus on anything, tears that bubbled up clouded your vision.

You bit back a sob as you blindly searched for your lamp, grabbing the journal and working on just following your routine. Write it down. Write write write and maybe one day you'll have written it out of your brain. Your nightmares were always the same. Running running running. The mission that failed, that got you sent to Raynor, that ended up making you a whispered cryptid in the halls of SHIELD. All that you could see were the people who died. Because of you, for you. Deaths you never asked for, deaths you never wanted.

And maybe it was the paper, maybe it was the inability to write, maybe it was the desire to be anywhere but your bed… 

You didn't even register your body getting out of bed, feet carrying you robotically out the door and down the hall to Bucky's room.

You didn't care what Raynor said, it didn't matter you had been avoiding him, you needed him and you--

“Nightmare?”

You swiveled, eyes wide as Steve stood in his doorway and peered towards you.

Fuck.

[heartbreakincident]

28 or 40 for the whump prompt?

(prompt from here)

28. “I won’t leave.” / 40. “You have shit timing, you know that?”

(cw for vague references to a past attempted suicide)

ocs: keres, rene (original). 707 words.

Some days are better than others. The thing about trying and then failing is that all the feelings that made him try in the first place didn't exactly go away. They just... got more complicated.

In certain ways, it's easier now. Rene can take a backseat and let Keres pilot their body around, let them get a hand on the wheel and do the menial work of stretching, showering, feeding them. The self-maintenance tasks that Rene couldn't bring himself to do for them when he was feeling like this.

Keres has long since forgotten how to be chatty out loud, so their little basement apartment is eerily quiet. They've spent too much time dead and then too much time locked in the back of Rene's head, before the two of them learned how to be an us instead of a you and me, so they forget that they can talk whenever they want. With a mouth and lips and tongue and teeth. Instead, they nudge the little blob inside their head that is Rene right now, and feed him sensations to try to coax him out of the empty, disembodied void he's trying to lose himself in.

They don't get it. When they had their own body, before they'd died, they'd had a brain that functioned the way brains are supposed to. They'd only struggled with tasks that were actually difficult, and they'd worried about things more or less the right amount. Even still, now that they shared a body, they didn't get the full force of Rene's moods. Didn't understand why just the thought of existing was so overwhelming.

They definitely didn't understand how Rene could remember the way the water had felt in his lungs and wish he'd never been pulled out.

"You have shit timing, you know that?" Rene says, in that strange way that they talk to each other in their head. It was like forming a really clear thought, enunciating syllables in his brain without ever opening his mouth. It had to be on purpose, more intentional than physically speaking, or the words just came out jumbled in their shared space. "I was so close."

Keres froze, fingers loosely clutching the spoon they'd been using to stir their lunch with. "I don't regret it," they reply, words slow. They had a little lisp when they spoke with their mouth, a slight slurring to their speech. The remnants of some sort of physical thing that they used to have but didn't anymore. "We'd be dead otherwise."

"If I could give you my body I would. You'd make better use of it." And then Rene could sleep. Let the sentinels devour his soul and disappear into that nothingness that he thinks he might have spotted somewhere at the bottom of the river.

"Our body," they correct reflexively. "It wouldn't be the same if it was mine."

"You'd be able to do whatever you wanted with it," Rene offers. "If I left, you could quit my job and disappear. Start over as whoever you want to be." He doesn't know how realistic it is for him to actually leave them with it—Keres was stuck fast, and the two of them were so woven together at this point that it was hard to remember the time before. But it was sort of nice to imagine the possibility that he could just... drift off, and leave Keres with the parting gift of the life they'd desperately wanted.

"True. But it'd be lonely. And it wouldn't be ours." They adjust the heat on the stove and resume their stirring, drawing a few idle circles in the bottom of the saucepan. "I prefer it this way."

It was hard for Rene to argue with them when they said stuff like that. Because underneath the words, he could hear what Keres really meant: that he'd be missed. That Keres wouldn't be the same person if Rene wasn't around. That he'd be killing more than just himself, even if he was leaving a healthy body behind.

"I won't leave," Rene promises. "As long as you don't."

Keres laughed, a soft thing under their breath, hesitant because they're still out of practice. "You make it very easy to say yes, sometimes."

[number1mingyustan]

Bittersweet (Chapter 11–Guilty Party)||k.mgyu + j.ww

Genre: neighbors to lovers, strangers to lovers, angst, smut

Warnings: angst, kissing, cursing, grinding, protected sex, scratching, fingering (f.), lots and lots of feelings, oc is so confused

Summary: in which everything is only downhill from here

Word Count: 3k

series masterlist

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(a/n: second to last chapter :(((( coming to an end soon)

Now it was your turn to avoid. Your timing worked out because spring break had just started. For the past two weeks there was no baseball or school, so you didn't have to be around Mingyu or Wonwoo.

For the break, Wonwoo was spending his time in Paris with his family so communication between you two had died down, not that you were complaining. You texted and facetimed when you could... sort of. You'd made up a lot of excuses when he did try to call you and put in minimal effort to reply to his texts.

You felt horrible about acting so dry toward him, but facing him was so hard for you now. How were you supposed to be around Wonwoo when you felt like shit? Could you tell him about Mingyu's confession? You'd never been in a situation like this. Was there a right thing to do?

What kind of person would you be? The words tingled on your tongue any time you were around him. You couldn't not tell him right? You're still very new to relationships, clearly, and you don't have anyone to talk to about it.

All your friends are also Mingyu and Wonwoo's friends, so opening up to any of them had been ruled out. You know there's a lot at stake if you tell Wonwoo. Tensions will continue to grow between you and Mingyu and it'll completely fuck up their friendship with each other.

But at the same time, his confession has left an unsettling feeling inside of you. You don't really know what it is, but all you want to do is run to your boyfriend and talk to him. You don't know how it makes you feel and you hate it.

And fuck, you really like Wonwoo. You like being able to go to him and you're not a nervous wreck around him anymore.

On top of that, you're running out of time. Mingyu and Wonwoo are graduating in less than a month. Both of them will be off at university soon and you can't avoid them until they leave.

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Mingyu's getting deja vu right now. You're standing in front of his door with your thumbs twittling nervously. He's getting flashbascks to the night you asked him to take your virginity. Admittedly, his heart is beating the same way it did that night. The same way it always does when he's around you.

Even though he's happy to see you, he doesn't know why you're here. You ran out on him after he confessed, which was completely understandable. But then you ran out on him again the next day when he tried bringing it up. Again, he understands why you did it. But what prompted you to show up at his door unannounced after not speaking to him for almost a month.

Admittedly, you're just as confused as him as to why you're here.

"Hi," you breathe out.

He opens the door wider, silently inviting you in. "Hey."

"Can we go to your room? I want to talk to you."

A small smile forms on his face as he nods. He closes the door behind you and the two of you head up to his room. He sits on his bed, you opt to stand. You're having a hard time putting your words together. You have no idea what to say to him.

Silently, you run your fingers along his collection of baseball trophies. You won't look at him, you can't. Your fingers trace along the trophies and medals as you admire all his achievements.

"You wanted to talk?" he breaks the silence.

He's not even hiding it. It's all in his eyes, they speak for themselves. His eyes follow your every movement, gaze never faltering from your face as you stall for time. You can see the love behind the hurt in his eyes, and it scares you. It scares you so much that your hands are sweating and your heart rate has picked up.

"Yeah," you mumble. "Needed a second to get my words together."

You take a deep breath in and exhale. You place yourself down on his bed next to him. "I'm sorry about running out on you. Twice."

"It's okay," he responds too quickly.

"No it's not," you turn, facing him. "I've never dealt with my situations by running away from them. I've always been the type to deal with stuff headfirst, but with you... I got scared and I ran."

"What is it about me that makes you want to run?"

"I don't know."

"I think you do."

He's so close to you... too close. You're letting it happen too. The space between your faces are disappearing, his lips are mere centimeters away from yours. There's something pinching at your heart and you don't know what it is. You can't tell if it's telling you to stop or keep going.

You can read him like a book. It's not hard to tell what's going through his head right now. He wants to kiss you, so fucking bad. Feel close to you again.

"You can't do that," you whisper.

"You're right," he blinks. "I'm sorry."

"Why did you have to go and ruin everything?" your voice breaks as you finally pull yourself back.

"I didn't mean to," his face falls.

"I know," you croak.

"I'm not blaming you, I just–"

"It feels like you're blaming me," he frowns.

"I know," you cover your face with your hands. "I don't blame you, I'm just having a hard time figuring out how to feel about this whole thing."

"Did our conversation make you feel something?"

"I don't know how I feel and that's the problem."

A beat.

It's so quiet Mingyu fears you might be able to hear just how hard and fast his heart is beating out his chest. He can't help but take your words as hope for him. He knows this shouldn't excite him, but it does.

You're unsure of how Mingyu makes you feel now. You know for a fact that you like Wonwoo, he makes you happy and he treats you so nicely. With Mingyu, it's hard to tell. There's a feeling associated with him that's been tormenting you ever since he confessed. You fear you might feel the same, but you genuinely don't know.

You've known Mingyu for so long that you're comfortable with him. Everything fell back into place with you naturally, and you appreciate it so much. You have yet to be able to navigate your feelings though. It is possible that you actually feel the same way and Mingyu? Or are you just telling yourself that may be the case because you can't stand to hurt him.

Your heart broke when his did at the party. You ran away because you were scared. You don't want to hurt him, to lose him again.

Yes, you love Mingyu. But do you love love him? There's so many factors to consider. Mingyu still can't properly commit to a relationship, and God forbid you do feel the same, who's to say you and him would actually be able to manage a relationship?

Two, Mingyu feels like home. But he's always been home for you, because he was your best friend. You know him inside and out but you've never seen him as more. He's making you question everything and as much as you want to trust your gut, you don't even know where it is that your gut is leading you.

You've let yourself sit on the issue and you've begun to second guess everything. Whether you feel the same or not, you still risk losing Mingyu again.

"I need to talk to Wonwoo," you finally state.

"Isn't he in Paris?" Mingyu questions with a frown. He'd momentarily forgotten about your boyfriend.

"He's coming back tomorrow," you lift yourself off his bed.

"He is?" Mingyu asks.

"Yes," you open the door. "So just give me some time to talk to him and figure everything out so I can come back to you and finish this conversation. For real."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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When you walk out of Mingyu's house, you're surprised to see a familiar black car parked in front of your house. You can see that no one is inside, so you rush through your front door and bolt into your bedroom.

"Wonwoo?" you ask.

"Hey," he smiles. He pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your frame and giving you warmth.

"What are you doing here? I thought you weren't gonna be back until tomorrow."

"My parents thought we were cutting it too close coming back tomorrow because we have school the next day. They wanted to give me time to get situated, unpack and get over the jetlag and stuff," he pulls away. He pushes your hair back behind your ear. "I wanted to come see you though. I feel like I've barely spoken to you since I left."

"I know, I've had a lot going on," you feel a ping of guilt pump into your heart. "How'd you get in?"

"I caught your mom leaving on my way in. She told me you were in here, guess she didn't realize you had left," he explains. "Where were you anyway?"

"I was at Mingyu's," you tell him.

"Oh?" you can tell he's surprised, maybe even a little hurt. "You two are talking again?"

You shake your head. "Not really, it's weird."

"Is that what's been bothering you so much lately?" he asks.

You fear you'll blurt out too much if this conversation goes on any longer. You are with your boyfriend right now, don't want to talk or think about Mingyu.

Impulsively, you shut him up with a kiss. He hesitates at first, but soon enough he's molding into your touch. He kisses you back, allowing his arms to snake their way around your waist. Your hand comes up to his chest, and you push him lightly. Bodies connected, you two sink onto your bed.

"Don't wanna talk," you say between kisses. "Missed you so much."

This is bad, fuck it's so bad. You don't know where your head's at right now. You told yourself you were going to talk to him but you're doing the total opposite. You've always been the type to talk out your feelings, not run away from them, and definitely not this way. You know better.

But it feels so good. You really have missed him, his warmth, his scent, his touch. You know better than to do this, but you couldn't care less at the moment.

With you on top of him, you grind your lower half down as you continue to kiss him needily. He moans into your mouth, cock hardening beneath you.

His hands are on your lower back, pressing into your waist. You break away from the kiss momentarily, pulling his shirt off before connecting your lips yet again. Every touch from your hands was rash and needy.

You pull away again, stripping yourself of all your clothes but your undergarments. With the extra layer gone, you continue to grind yourself down on him. You're sure he can feel the wet patch forming on your panties, not that he'd ever complain. You're quick to reconnect your lips, bringing him back into a heated and passionate kiss.

You snake an arm around your back, unhooking your bra with one hand and tossing it onto the floor. Wonwoo doesn't realize how far you're planning to take this until he hears you opening your drawer. You slide your hand into the drawer, pulling out a box of condoms Mingyu gifted as a joke.

Wonwoo pulls away suddenly. "Shit... are you sure?" he asks.

"Yeah," you let out in a rush.

You really didn't plan on going all the way with him this early in your relationship. You figured it would happen eventually, but not nearly this soon. It's been a little under three months and it would be the smart thing to step on the breaks instead of moving so fast.

But you are in a desperate need of a distraction.

"Like actually? Because we talked about this and decided that we weren't gonna-"

"I changed my mind," you cut him off. "I want this, I promise."

He searches your eyes for any sign of hesitation.

"You don't want me?" you ask.

"Course I do," he licks his lips. "Just wanna make sure you're not gonna regret this."

"I won't." You will. You somewhat already do and it hasn't even happened yet.

You press a soft kiss on his lips for assurance. Then another. Then another. At the third kiss, hi holds you by the back of your neck, kissing you back with fervor. You moan against his lips.

He sits up before flipping you over and pinning you down to the bed. He pulls his sweatpants off, leaving him in just his underwear. He hovers over you as you rid yourself of your panties and pull one of the rubbers out the box.

"Need to stretch you out first," he groans, taking the gold piece of foil out of your hand and placing it back on your nightstand.

"No," you whine, grinding against his thigh needily.

"No?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Just put it in," you beg. "Please."

He plants a soft kiss on your lips. "You know I can't do that. You won't be able to take me," he coos. "2 minutes, I promise."

You huff out in frustration to which he laughs. Though, your frustration is soon forgotten when his fingers find their way to your pussy. He runs his fingers through your folds, coating his digits with your arousal. You let out a breath of satisfaction.

He pushes his middle finger inside of you as his thumb draws small circles on your clit. Your head sinks deeper into the pillow as you let out a long moan.

"Moremoremore," you beg.

He obliges, abandoning your clit and pushing his ring finger inside of you. He stretches you out so good, fingers picking up their pace and pleasuring you deliciously.

"Good girl," he hums.

You're rocking your hips into his fingers desperately. It feels so fucking good. When he curls his fingers inside of you, it instantly sends you over the edge. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you cry out in pleasure.

His cock twitches in anticipation as he feels you tightening and throbbing around his fingers. He's quick to strip naked and tear open the foil with his teeth while you come down from your high. He slides the rubber onto his length and situates himself above you. His cock rests against your folds.

He slides his cock against you teasingly. He watches your face grow impatient and contort with pleasure. When he's done teasing you, he finally slips part of his length into you.

"You okay?" he asks.

You let out a choked breath. "Yes."

"Fuck maybe two minutes wasn't enough," he groans. "So fucking tight."

You hold onto his biceps, gripping and squeezing as he fill you up with the rest of his length. You figure he was right, you definitely wouldn't have been able to take him without prep.

He sets a steady pace, hips pushing against you slowly as you adjust to him. He listens, paying attention to how your strangled moans turn into cries of pleasure. He takes this as an invitation to move faster, picking up the pace as he fucks himself into you.

Your eyes are screwed shut and you're sinking into the pillow. You're sure your nails are scratching into his biceps as you hold onto him.

"Fuck," he groans.

His hand finds its way to your swollen bud. His finger continues to draw circles on your sensitive nub, filling you with more pleasure each passing second.

It feels good not to feel. To be so focused on how good the sex is that you're longer in your head. You cry out his name again when he sends to back into a state of bliss. You're holding onto him for dear life, crying out and babbling as your mind goes blank.

He follows behind you soon after, spilling into the condom as his thrusts grow messy. He pulls out and collapses on the bed next to you. You're both trying to catch your breaths, panting heavily as you come down.

He presses a kiss onto your forehead. "C'mon, you gotta go pee baby."

You frown as he brings you fully back into reality. It was but a fleeting moment that you didn't feel anything. Didn't have to think about Mingyu or Wonwoo.

You groan, but he helps you up and into the bathroom. He disposes of the used condom while you pee and joins you in the shower.Not much is said, but it's nice to be so close to him. He helps you wash your body, soft and delicate hands tracing over your skin with care.

He takes such good care of you and it makes you feel like shit that you're questioning whether or not you want to be with him. You've been crushing on him since you were a literal freshman and now that he's finally yours, he's even better than you thought he would be and you still have doubts.

After your shower, he ensured that you're well fed, making you ramen before joining you in bed. He holds you close to him the entire night.

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You wake up the next morning with Wonwoo still in your bed. He's sleeping next to you peacefully and snoring lightly. Looking at him only makes you feel worse about yourself.

You sneak of of your bed, careful not to wake him. Curiously, you take a peak at the window. Mingyu is already awake in his room. It's only a few moments before he catches you staring at him.

But this time, there's no witty text message. He simply walks up to the window and closes his blinds.

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[ieatyourbeauty]

I am of my word: Chapter 3 Wednesday

Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday *you are here*

MDNI

warning: Somnophilia if this aint your thing skip it.

After Wolf and Konig's roleplay was over Wolf settled staying at Konig's place for the night but Konig was not done with her, he decided to give our girl Wolf a good morning present. this is partly inspired by a audio gone wild post.

Wolf had decided to spend the night as Konig's place even after the bath he went right back to fucking her on the bed it was almost 1 in the morning before Konig and her were exhausted she was about to get out of bed to leave but konig wrapped his arms around her kissing her neck and speaking almost begging for her stay .

Konig: Liebe stay....it's to late to be out.

Wolf: ...but what will people say about...

Konig: I do not care I'll make them clean the entire armory with a toothbrush.....stay

Wolf: o-okay....

She laid next to him and he pulled her close her breathing slowing down with his, he rubbed his hand on her back making small circles her sleeping form next to him vulnerable to him and only for him.

They fell asleep, the next morning Konig was the first to be up he saw Wolf's sleeping naked form through the thin sheet his eyes looked hungry he licked his lips he felt himself get hard at the thought of her taking his cock in her cute cunt, he removed the sheet seeing her cunt exposed he was rubbing his dick wet with precum he moved down to her legs spreading them he kissed up her thighs giving them small bites Wolf sleeps soundly moaning softly in her sleep. Konig was kissing her pussy softly before diving his tongue between her walls Konig smiled whispering.

Konig: I can’t believe you didn’t wake up yet little wolf. I wonder if you can hear me? Maybe you think this is all a dream hmm Liebe?

Wolf's eyes fluttered open still heavy with sleep feeling something warm and wet between her thighs it made her pussy feel good. She looked down seeing Konig eat her cunt lapping the juices She grinded herself in his mouth her desire growing in her body and she couldn't keep her pleasure inside anymore a moan escaped her lips.

Konig: oh?....that...that was a moan.....mein liebe

Wolf: ohhhh f-fuck..colonel...oh shit please keep going

Konig: I never planned on stopping mein liebe.....I wanna make you cum on my tongue.

Konig flicked his tongue on her clit his arms wrapping around her legs to pull her pussy close to his mouth, the lewd noises from him eating her out she bucked her hips she could hear konig talk in between eating her out she couldnt hold it anymore cumming on his tounge her pussy twitching.

Konig: You sound beautiful moaning your pretty cunt convulsing on my tongue.

he inserted one of his fingers inside, her cunt squeeze tight on his finger.

Konig: I knew if I used my fingers I would wake you up quicker...but I wanted to taste you so badly, do you like when I curl my finger what if I put another finger inside this needy pussy.

Wolf: oohooo fuck....

While he fingered her he kissed her belly up to her chest he took one of her nipples in his mouth sucking on it his finger movement inside her slowing down he whispered in her ear, she was so close to her release she begged him to continue.

Wolf: please no no no please d-dont slow down konig please.....

Konig: shhhhh mein liebe give me a kiss

He kissed her lips he slipped his tongue into her mouth he moves his kisses to her neck she shudders under his touch his fingers still going painfully slow inside her.

Konig: I want a good morning kiss....do you want more than my fingers inside of you liebe?

Wolf: p-please konig...I beg you please put your cock inside me already please!

Konig: I want to fuck you all morning put your back against my chest...I'll do all the work mein liebe.....I know you are still tired from last night....let me spoon you...i'll be gentle.

Wolf put her back to his chest feeling his hard cock on her ass she felt him rub his cock between her ass cheeks she blushed and whimpered at the feeling.

Konig: do you feel how hard it is for you.....I can't take it anymore you're making me feral ...wolf I want to use this pussy whenever I want tell me you want the same.

Wolf: y-yes please Konig please use this pussy whenever you want it's all yours.

Konig: lift your leg ohhh fuck you still feel wet against my cock it feels amazing.....

He put his cock in between her cunt lips teasing her with the head of his dick before pushing it slowly between her pussy lips she felt him fill her up with his thick cock, a loud gasp escaped her lips, as he thrusted slow at first into her gradually picking up speed.

Konig: fu-fuck I'm gonna breed you liebe, please let me breed your tight pussy mein liebe.

Wolf: oh fuck I dont care....I dont care if I'm not on birth control fucking use me Konig please!

Konig chuckled as he picked up his pace pounding away in her tight hole his eyes widening at her confession he continued to fuck at her tight little cunt relentlessly her eyes rolling in the back of her head as he kissed her neck and whispered how he's gonna cum inside her.

Konig: let go....I got you, Fuck Yes, that’s it Liebe that’s it, I’m gonna cum. Yes, cum with me baby, let me fill your pussy up. Fuck yes!

Wolf: holllly shit! please please please cum inside

Konig growled into her neck when he released a load deep inside Wolf's womb it felt like he was saving it when wolf felt his cock pulse inside of her she felt his cum leak down her leg. Konig was breathing heavily...

Wolf: are you okay Konig?

Konig: Ich wäre fast ohnmächtig geworden.....Oh, shit. I’m… Actually lightheaded.

Konig chuckled quietly groping her tit softly and pinching the nipple he talks like he's ran a marathon tired and sleepy. Wolf still feels his cock pump cum into her pussy.

Konig: I don't want to pull out I want to feel like this for a little while....we should call off work little wolf I want to continue this with you.

Wolf: ahhh.....thats fine to me colonel.....I want to stay in bed with you all day....this is better than training....

Wednesday was certainly a slow day for the both of them Konig kissed her neck and cuddled with her, Wolf was excited about the rest of the week what he had in store for her and honestly if more mornings where like this she would never get out of bed.

(i probably need to edit the shit out of this but its fine)

[sweetbbyshion]

wondering why (chapter 1)

-> Touya Todoroki (Dabi) x Fem!Reader

Summary: "How can I hit rewind so I could find a single reason why you would leave with no goodbye"

Touya walked into your life with no warning and settled himself in your heart. But how do you expect to build a relationship based on lies and betrayals?

warnings: mentions of abuse, blood and wound descriptions, mentions of alcohol, don't invite strangers into your home please

masterlist -> next chapter

Touya Todoroki was dead.

That's what Dabi repeated to himself every day in front of the broken mirror of his shitty bathroom. He went through hell and back in his old house and even years after he felt like he never left. The memory of his dad’s screams would wake him up in the middle of the night, ready to set the room on fire to protect himself from the man that was about to beat him up in his dream. Dabi felt pathetic whenever it happened. He wasn't a little kid anymore and Endeavor couldn't hurt him now but the nightmares never left him alone.

Dabi walked every day on this Earth on the verge of death. Heroes were always trying to get him, the League couldn't be trusted and even his own body wanted to destroy him. The embarrassing amount of times Dabi laid half dead in a dirty alley, crying because he felt like he was burning inside out, were too many to count.

His reflexion stares back at him, dry blood on his cheeks and he knows he would have dark circles under his eyes if his face wasn't all fucked up. His left side, just below his ribs, hurts and Dabi knows he should get some medical attention. Maybe the League should try to get someone with a medical quirk to work with them. He wonders if they could fix his burns. He asks himself if it was possible for him to live a normal life once again if his burns got healed totally.

A harsh knock on the door gets Dabi’s attention. Twice’s voice is heard outside the room, letting him know Shigaraki is waiting. Dabi is quick to clean his face before leaving. It hurts when he walks but he ignores the pain when he steps into the room, leaning against a wall to hear Shigaraki speak. It's a boring meeting and Dabi only hears that he has to kill somebody. He tried to make someone else go, “I have shit to do”, but he doesn't have much luck, Shigaraki is set on forcing Dabi to go.

So Dabi tries not to think about pain as he walks through the shadows, carefully following his target. It's dark, his hoodie doesn't do much to stop him from getting wet because of the rain and his left side still hurts. A sharp pain hits him and Dabi has to lean on the wall, holding his side as he bites his lip as hard as he can to not let out a noise. When he looks back up, his target is gone. He resists the urge to punch the wall he's leaning on and takes a deep breath, hissing when his side throbs. He isn’t in the mood to deal with Shigaraki right now so Dabi sits on the floor, head leaning back against the wall as his hand grabs his side. These were the times Dabi would think that maybe everything would be easier if he just got caught. There was no way the heroes would kill him, they are not like that, but would the torture he would have to endure worse than the life he is living right now? Is there much difference? At the end of the day, he is tired of running. But even if he regrets most of his life decisions, he doesn't regret escaping that hell. Even though he had to leave his siblings behind.

God, he wonders how they are doing. He wasn't strong enough to check on them after he left. He knows Shoto was studying to be a hero, he had the opportunity to see him when the League kidnapped one of his classmates. It was notorious how strong his younger brother had become. The burn mark around his eye got Dabi worried, he can only pray that Endeavor didn't do it. Besides that day, he never saw Shoto again. Or Natsuo and Fuyumi. He hopes that Natsuo isn’t still mourning him, that Fuyumi followed her dreams without anything holding her back. They were good kids, they certainly didn't deserve to live with Endeavor. Dabi really wants them to escape one day, like he did.

Dabi closes his eyes, feeling the cold rain cool his skin. Maybe everything will end today. It is hard to live so many years in pain, skin itching every moment of the day and his brain so fucked up to the point where Dabi doubts he could live a normal life. Despite everything, he isn't sure if he wants to die like this - alone in the rain, without someone holding his hand. He always knew love was too much for him but, somehow, he always thinks about it whenever he is close to dying. He doesn't expect someone to fall for him, not when he looks the way he does, not after all the shit he did and all the mental baggage he carries. Dabi doesn't deserve love or anything related to it but he can still dream about it; about a true love that would look past all of his flaws; about a warm touch holding him at night after another harsh nightmare; about someone who would listen and comfort him while he cries over his dad, his wounds, his choices. But no matter how much Dabi wants someone to love, he is still a villain. He doesn't deserve it.

“Are you ok?!” a gasp is heard and suddenly the rain isn't hitting him anymore. He opens his eyes and stares up. Dabi never believed in the afterlife, even if it didn't exist he would be still going to hell, but right now you look like an angel, holding a white umbrella that you moved to protect him from the rain. “I’m calling an ambulance.” You kneel beside him, clumsily trying to dial the number and hold the umbrella. Dabi quickly reaches for your wrist to stop you. “You can't call an ambulance. I can't be seen like this.” You look at him confused and try to convince him that going to the hospital would be better. “You have to promise me that you won't call for an ambulance.”

For some unknown reason, Dabi hates the sad look on your face. He almost tells you to call the damn ambulance just so that look goes away but he's interrupted by your hands grabbing his arm and trying to pull him up. Your hands are warm despite the cold, Dabi wants to pull you closer to feel more. “Come on. I live nearby.”. Dabi would laugh if it wasn't for the sharp pain on his side. Were you stupid? Must be if you're inviting a random stranger into your home. Still, Dabi lets himself get pulled up and you drop one of his arms around your shoulders. The white umbrella is forgotten on the floor as you take small steps, trying not to fall with the weight of the man on top of you. Dabi noticed how you got closer to him, perhaps trying to get a bit of his body heat because of the sheer cold and constant rain falling. Surprisingly, even for him, Dabi lets you (and if he makes his body temperature just a bit higher, that's for only him to know.).

“I could be a villain, you know?” he hinted. He wants to scream at you to get away, he can hurt you. You simply laugh, completely carefree as you keep leading him to your home.

As you mentioned before, your apartment really isn't that far away. You're on the first floor which makes things a lot easier, not having to carry Dabi for longer. He leans against a wall to let you unlock the door and quickly you're back to his side to help him. You make him sit on the couch, totally ignoring the fact that his blood will ruin it. He watches closely as you go back to lock the door and then sit next to him. Dabi barely registers your voice telling him to take off his shirt so you can see the wound. Surprisingly, even for him, he does what you told him but he regrets the moment your eyes widen at the sight of the dark purple wound on his side, visible even through his burn marks. Your fingertips touch it, so softly that he barely notices it.

“I don't know what to do.” you murmur, your eyes never leaving the wound with your fingers still caressing it like you want to take away the pain like that.

“Then why did you bring me here?”

“I couldn't let you stay there. What if you died?” you say, pulling back your hand. Dabi holds himself back not to grab your wrist and bring your hand to his body again.

“So you would rather I die here?” Dabi doesn't like the feeling he gets when you look up and your eyes are shining with unshed tears. Your lower lip trembles a bit and you reach for the phone in your pocket. He sees you type ‘how to treat bruises’ on google and he has to hold back a laugh. “I can just call my… friends and they’ll pick me up.” You look up from your phone, those tears still in your waterline, threatening to fall at any moment. You pass him your phone without any signs of reluctance and walk to the kitchen to give him some space.

Hesitantly, Dabi calls Shigaraki and, in a low voice, admits to his boss what happened and where he is right now. He finds himself borderline begging Shigaraki to not do anything to you, after all it didn't seem like you recognized him. Either way, they couldn't risk it anymore and someone aside from the main group was assigned to pick him up from the house. Dabi regrets giving your address as soon as he hangs up but he makes sure to let Shigaraki know that you should be left alone as soon as he sees him. Your head peeks to know if he is done and when you see the phone next to him on the couch, you make your way over holding a tray with sandwiches and a cup of water. You place it on the table in front of him and tell him to eat something before leaving.

“What's your quirk?” he asks curiously as he takes a bite of the sandwich.

You go back to playing with your hands and looking away as you reply “I don't have one.” Dabi almost chokes on the food going down his throat, eyes wide when he looks at you. He thought that maybe you had a strong quirk, that was the only reason you would bring a stranger into your safe place. But now, he is sure that you're really stupid if you brought him here without even having a quirk. “What's… what's yours?”

“Blue flames,” he mutters.

“Woahhhh.” you breathe out. “That's such a strong quirk. Are you a pro-hero?”

This time Dabi really laughs, ignoring the pain on his side. A pro-hero, sure. “You could say that.” He jokes. To be fair, he was doing everyone a favor so he might as well be considered a hero. You stare intensely at him and for a second Dabi thinks you might have recognized him. But, as he pays more attention, he realizes that your eyes are kind and soft. It's more or less like you're memorizing his face, making sure you get everything. He looks at you with the same intensity, Dabi thinks he doesn't want to forget about you either, for some odd reason. You're about to say something more when a knock on the door catches both of your attentions. Dabi quickly gets up, he doesn't want you meeting anyone else from the League. “Hey.” he calls out for you, hand on the doorknob. “Thank you.”

With those final words, Dabi leaves through the door. As he walks to the car with one of the League's villains, he wishes he could see you again. It's probably impossible and dangerous. You were so nice to him that he can't imagine what he would do to himself if you got hurt because of him. But months pass before he sees you again.

The next time you see the man happens five months after the first encounter.

You figured that he would look for you once he got better, there was a connection there that you thought he felt too but apparently you were wrong. You know it was dangerous to let a stranger inside your house but you felt something. Your gut was telling you (more like screaming) that you could trust him.

Even though you missed him, for some strange reason, you didn't try to look for him either. How could you when you didn't even know his name. You caught yourself passing by the alley multiple times, in hope that you would find him again but that wasn't successful. Then, you pondered about asking your friends but there was always something holding you back. So you chose to stay still and continue to live your life, in hopes that you would see the dark haired man once again.

Your routine was the same as always. Wake up, go to university, study, go back home, sleep. Sometimes you would break the monotonous routine just to hang out with a couple of friends but most of the times, you just wanted to go home, lay in bed and spend the rest of the day wondering what went wrong in your life that made you unable to have enough social battery to hang out with people that genuinely like you. A part of you screamed that maybe you were hoping that the man would go back to your house and you wanted to be there to see him. You feel as if you live everyday waiting to see the man that made your life a bit more interesting.

The meeting happens out of nowhere. It's a late Tuesday afternoon, the sun is setting in the horizon and you're walking to a nearby café to meet up with a couple of friends before going out for dinner with them. Your eyes are set on your phone as you quickly text the group chat that you're almost there. Before you are even able to send the text, a hand covers your mouth and pulls you to the familiar alley. You try to scream for help, squirming in their embrace but to no avail. Before you can start punching the person that decided to kidnap you, they turned you around swiftly. The scream dies in your throat when you see the recognizable blue eyes. He lets you go with a chuckle, watching you stutter a few words and in a mental fight with yourself to decide whether or not you should hug him.

“Your name!” You blur out, making you want to hit yourself. “What's… your name?”

The man stays quiet for a bit, you can't read his expression but you wait patiently for an answer. “Touya.”

Touya. The pretty man you met finally has a name. Touya. You catch yourself repeating the name in a murmur, hearing how it rolls off your tongue. You tell him your name and he does the same. You never liked someone saying your name as much as you liked Touya saying your name. You want to keep hearing it, you want to hear his voice, even if it's just random thoughts that come to his mind; you never want him to shut up.

“How's your wound?” You decide to ask before you say something you shouldn't say out loud. Touya simply grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls up, just enough to show you the area where the nasty bruise was. It's totally healed, as you expected to be after five months. He doesn't keep his shirt up for long but it's long enough for your heart to skip a beat at the sight of the naked skin and short enough to not let you reach out and touch him like you did back at your house. You look back at him, observing the blue eyes that pull you in every time you look at them. It always feels like he can see all of your secrets but you don't look away, ever. You let yourself be the most vulnerable you have ever been whenever he looks at you like that.

Your phone ringing drags you out of your moment with Touya. One of your friends is calling and you see that you're already late to meet them. You wish you were selfish enough to cancel on them just so you could talk to Touya a bit more, but you can't be that person. You look at the man standing in front of you with an apologetic smile. “I have to go.” you whisper, if you said it too loud it would make it too real and you don't want to think about leaving Touya after seeing him again after months.

He nods, understanding and places his hand on your head ruffling your hair a bit. “Don't look so sad. How about I pass by your house tomorrow night?”

You're certain that your eyes shine with excitement as you nod repeatedly. “I’ll be waiting for you.” You say, again denying a call from your friends as you send a quick text saying you're almost there. “See you, Touya.” He waves as you start running to the café. Your hair is a mess and you're out of breath the moment you meet your friends but you couldn't feel happier, your heart beating so fast to the thought of Touya going to your house tomorrow. Your friends question you but you don't answer, just letting them know something unexpected happened and it took you longer to get there. They eventually let it go as the night passed by but you couldn't stop thinking about Touya.

Time was taking too long to pass, you wanted it to skip to tomorrow night just so you could see Touya again. Maybe it would be a good idea if you asked him for his number.

The night passes slowly, you barely pay attention to the conversations as you keep reminding Touya’s touch. You still felt a tingling sensation on your body from when he grabbed you. Were you in love after meeting him merely two times? You couldn't be, right? You only just learned his name but you have never felt so interested in someone like you were interested in Touya. There was something about the man that kept pulling you in, that made you want to learn more about him. For some reason, something inside you kept telling you he was hiding something but you chose to ignore it. If you tried to look into it too much, you would certainly ruin the image you have of Touya and it would all stop feeling like a fairytale. Your heart aches at the thought.

Your friends invite you to go to a club after. You try to come up with an excuse but they can be persuasive. At the end, you accept the request but you tell them you won't be staying long. Luckily, the club isn't that far away from your house either so you let yourself drown a couple of drinks with your friends, letting your body loose on the dance floor. Nonetheless, you kept looking around the room in hope that you would see Touya.

Maybe if your life was a movie, he would, coincidentally, show up at the club. You would dance together, his hands holding your waist as he keeps saying he can't dance. You would throw your arms around his shoulders, getting a little bit of confidence due to the alcohol, and swing him from side to side so he’s dancing with you. That would make Touya laugh, so carefree and beautiful that it would leave you hypnotized. At the end of night, he would start blaming your actions on the alcohol and would make it his responsibility to take you home and make sure you got there safe. You would be sobered up by the time you're almost home. Touya would notice you're cold and he would lend you his jacket, then throw his arm around you to bring you close. You wouldn't kiss him when you got home but you would peck his cheek and watch him blush as you close your door. But, obviously, that won't happen because by the time you decide to leave, around four in the morning, Touya is nowhere to be seen and you're left walking back home alone, in the cold night.

You struggle to unlock the door, your hands shaking just like your whole body. You fumble a bit with the keys until you finally hear the click signaling the door is unlocked. You push it open and get in, discarding your shoes as you lock the door behind you. If it was any other occasion, you would simply change clothes and go to bed but you can't afford getting sick when Touya is visiting tomorrow. So you push yourself to take a warm shower and drink some tea before putting on the warmest pajamas you own and hide under the covers, not letting any cold in. You fall asleep like you spent the whole night - thinking about Touya and the few moments you shared with him. You fall asleep creating all kinds of scenarios for the next day, what you can say or do and how to react depending on what Touya will say or do. You were excited yet terrified because of how fast you were falling for this guy you barely knew; even more scared that it wouldn't be reciprocated.

[yourstrqly]

only direction; ødegaard

pairing: martin ødegaard x fem!reader

warning: angst w a slightly cute ending (also first time writing an angst and not proofread !!)

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it shouldn't go the way it did, it wasn't even supposed to happen — it was supposed to be a happy ending for the pair of you, like orpheus being desperately devoted to his beautiful eurydice or marie curie keeping on working on her husbands and her own science researches even after his death.

you already had suffered, yet the world couldn't stop the misery, presenting you with an apocalyptic kind of shit.

martin and you had given each other everything since day one, always supporting one another, fighting together but nothing good lasts forever.

Your grandma once said to you that you're only kids, the first love's always going to be a shadow following you around, you'd have to look over your shoulder to spot it, — a reminder if you will say so —, however the heartbreak wasn't something she thought worth of mentioning.

oh the heartbreak. the norwegian and you weren't a romance people fantasized about though you had been content and in love. As you grew within age, the problem started to announce themselves — when you fought, you fought like lions, clashing and making up afterwards.

Holding on the idea of love — desire, together being stronger, almost like winners, and comfort —, neither of you understood how love could get lost in years of being partners. How would someone realise the feeling after seven years? Would you even step forward and admit it? Would you even find another partner, fall in love?

So many questions and you won't get answers if not committing to the true feelings.

You both had been talking about the near future; a wedding, a bigger house, even kids were on the list. Adult things, a list society had written out to all the "traditional" couples. In a sense the blonde footballer and y/n were the subject; wearing the pink glasses, you had definitely talked about it.

But then again life happens. You started to see each other less, neither of you taking the time for the other which resulted in screaming battels. Those also took place when for example Martin put a clothing article of yours away or not talking about little things like buying small trinkets and weekly meal planning.

The more you stressed about talking about the next stage of your relationship, the more toxic it got, so one day you decided to break. You knew Martin would never step up, not having the heart to say those words. But someone had to before you'd grow old and miserable.

Thats the starting point; Wednesday evening in the middle of mai. With the back to you the norwegian watched the london traffic, staying silent and waiting for you to speak. Both of you felt the tension in the air, holding on the last minutes of the delusional thing that you called a loving relationship.

Taking a deep breath, you starred at his back. The words burned on the tip of your tongue.

"Martin, you know that we're not the same anymore", you spoke. Nervously, you smooth out the fabric of you shirt, clearly in search of a reaction but the man didn't do anything which in return frustrated you. Weren't you worth a reaction, a word or a gesture?

"I do love you though, but this is hard. This", you pointed between the pair of you, despite him not looking at you, "this is breaking us."

Finally turning around you could see tears shining in the blonde's eyes — a sight you hated to witness. It didn't matter how often you saw him silently crying, it broke a piece in you. Before you feel in love with him, he had been your best friend, your day one, your ride or die.

"Say it y/n, say words", he requested in a exhausted tone.

Tears started to escape your eyes, rolling down your cheeks.

"I fell out off love", you cried, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to, it simply happened." Repeating the apology whilst breaking completely down you didn't notice how Martin made his way up to you. Gently, he pulled you in his strong arms, caressing your back, letting you cool down.

After a while your tears dried up but you stayed in his arms, enjoying the feeling of your head resting against his chest. His heart beat like crazy; he'd announce the final words, that you were sure about.

"I fell out off love, too, y/n", he confirmed, "I'd like to make a promise, if that's alright with you?"

You only nodded, not finding your voice.

"If we're going to decide to start a relationship again, we'll not stress about what others think is the best for us, okay? We fought and fought, and still we lost", kissing the top of your head Martin continued," I'd like us to be at least civil, staying in contact — remember when you promised, you'd always be my friend first? Hold onto it, I can't lose you."

"I promise, skatten min."

[kteezy997]

I’m With You-Part Five//Lee (Bones and All)

Warnings: smut in the beginning, cannibalism!!, blood, scared/upset reader, crying Lee, self-loathing Lee

You got out of the truck and shut the door and headed for the cornfield. The further you ventured in, you could hear a man moaning, you could tell it wasn’t Lee. “Faster man, faster, faster.” Carnival Guy demanded. He was panting. You came closer to them and looked ahead and you saw them: Lee was shirtless, standing behind Carnival Guy, who was completely naked.

Lee was reaching in front of the other man, jerking him off. “Faster.” Cried the carnie, moaning louder. Jealousy and anger pulsed through your veins. You wanted to yell at Lee, you wanted to hurt him for the way he was hurting you right now. You were absolutely disgusted by his actions, and you couldn’t wrap your head around what was happening.

You could feel yourself trembling like mad, just seconds away from screaming at Lee. But the moment you opened your mouth to say something, you saw Lee take something out of his back pocket and he brought the small object up to the Carnival Guy’s neck. With one clean cut, he sliced a blade across his throat, slinging blood as he did.

You gasped, covering your mouth with your hands in fear of being heard or noticed. Your heart pounded so hard, you thought it might burst right out of your chest. With a thud, the carnie’s body fell to the ground. He was on his back, blood pouring from his mouth and dripping from the fatal wound across his jugular.

You couldn’t look away, it was like a train wreck. You watched as Lee kneeled down beside the other man’s body. He gasped for air as he gargled blood, it was the most horrific thing you’d ever seen. Or so you thought. Lee leaned down even further on the ground, placed his hand on the dying man’s chest and…he took a bite out of him, and then another, and another.

You tried to believe you were only experiencing a nightmare, the most grotesque and terrifying nightmare that could be dreamt of. But deep down you knew it wasn’t. Not only had you witnessed Lee slit someone’s throat, but now he was eating them. You felt nauseous and weak beyond measure. You needed to leave, you needed to not see this for another second longer.

You managed to turn around and run back the way you came. Lee heard your running steps and the rustling of the cornstalks. “Y/n!” he yelled for you, but you ignored him. You ran to the truck and got in, fully intending to leave and never look back. That’s how scared you were of him. But he had the keys.

“Shit!” you cried out as you began to sob. The next time you looked up, there he was: blood from his cheeks down to his chest. “Y/n, hold on! Please!” he ran to the side of the truck. “I’m not gonna hurt you! I would never hurt you, y/n, please, I need you to believe that. Just let me talk to you.” You just looked at him, unable to stop the tears from falling.

He saw the pain and the anguish in your eyes, and he said, “Fuck. Y/n," he shook, "I am so sorry! I did not want you to see that." He looked away from you, his face twisted up as he cried. His face became smeared with tears and blood. It was heartbreaking to see him in this moment. "I need you to know that I hate this part of myself." he said, no longer able to look at you.

"Lee," you did your best to calm down and speak fully, "I can't.. I can't be around you right now. I-I think I need some time to myself." More tears fell, "I don't know if I can see you anymore, Lee. I'm... scared." you took a breath, but it was ragged. "No! You don't ever have to be scared of me. I'll never hurt you, I swear it! I don't...like to hurt people." You shook your head; you just simply couldn't process anything more at this time.

"I... I have to go. Please give me the keys." you said with as much firmness as you could muster up. Lee sighed, fumbling into his pockets, eventually fishing out the keys to the truck. He handed them over to you and you quickly grabbed them. "y/n, I know you are afraid and confused right now, and maybe I have no right saying this, but I wanna beg you to not disappear on me forever. Please, I don't think I can bear it. Not you. You were...so unexpected, but I really care for you. I don't want to be without you. Take all the time you need, but please find me again, I... need to explain. Please."

"Lee, I can't do this." you sniffled, shoving the key into the ignition. He put his hand on the door. "I know, but I just need you to know how I feel. I do not want you to feel sorry for me, or want you to feel obligated to me, or anything like that. But I don't know what I'll do if I never see you again." "I have to go!" you yelled, feeling bad for it, but not backing down. "Goodbye, Lee."

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[countlessrealities]

NSFW PROMPTS - Less cringy edition || Not accepting.

@mcltiples sent: [ GRIND ]: sender grinds on receivers thigh. { To Your Weird Rick from my Weird Rick !! }

Rick's head pressed into the mattress as he struggled to hold back the sounds that were pressing against his sealed lips, thundering against his teeth as he bit into his own flesh to keep quiet. Why he was trying so hard, he couldn't have said. He didn't have a real reason not to allow himself to be loud, not anymore.

If he had given himself an answer, he would have said that it was a matter of pride. The hatred and rivalry between him and his counterpart was almost completely just for show, these days, but he still felt like he had to prove to the other that he wasn't easy. To defeat, to seduce, and everything in-between.

Was it the truth? It was true, undeniably so, but deep down he knew that it wouldn't have been a completely honest answer. There was way more to it. Something harder to admit, more complicated, more uncomfortable, more confusing.

Something he had actively avoided to confess even to himself.

A rougher thrust snapped him out of daze he had fallen into, bringing him back to the present from where he had been spiralling more and more in the depths of his own mind. If he hadn't been too distracted by their shared arousal, he would have been annoyed with himself for being this affected by what was happening.

And by the thing that was growing between him and his other self.

A heavy breath, almost a moan, escaped his lips as his counterpart grinded the straining bulge in his trousers against his thigh, much closer to Rick's own crotch than it had been a minute before. A little higher and they would have been dry humping each other like a pair of horny teenagers.

And damn if the thought didn't turn him on even more, making his cock throb painfully where it was trapped inside his underwear.

It was embarrassing, borderline humiliating. He shouldn't be doing this, enjoying it this much. He should have already done what his counterpart had both begged and demanded for. He should have bent the witty asshole over and fuck the sanity out of him. He should have scratched that itch, seen if it went away once and for all.

Instead, he had kept stalling, still way, in an endless chant of "not yet, not yet, not yet". Because, as mortifying as this was, it was hot as fuck. The heated teasing, the desperate groping, the sloppy making out. Getting each other off without never coming close to fully having sex. The greedy hands, hungry tongues, vicious teeth. And so, so much more, even if never all, never enough.

He would have never said it out loud, but he fucking loved it.

"Ss...S-Shit," he cursed, voice filled with both desire and frustration. "We...I want..."

His hips stuttered upwards, seeking out more pressure, but he craved so much more. The sensation of skin against skin, the slickness of their naked bodies coming together again and again. To feel the heat of the other's insides around him, but also to be filled to the brim and beyond.

Before he could process what he was doing, he was pushing his counterpart off, just to drag him close once again by wrapping his legs around that waist. This time, he didn't hold back the sounds that formed in his throat, letting his groan spill over as soon as he felt the hot press of the other's clothed cock digging into his ass. He would take making those wanton sounds over speaking the words that were echoing around his skull.

Fuck me, fuckme, fuckmefuckme...!

His hands fisted in his mirror image's already creased top and he yanked him downwards, so that he could smash their lips together. He didn't want to think, he just wanted to feel. To hell with his thoughts, his emotions, the agonising longing. Nothing mattered aside from the moment they were sharing.

It was the only way this...they... could be.

[thedumbguywithaheart43]

Spark of hope

story one chapter 18 Zune and the Rough Morning.

1. Once sparks had arrived home with spike he decided to excuse himself claiming he wasnt hungry. Technically he was telling the truth his appetite was gone but it was because he was nervous. Last 10 years this voice has been with him.

2. It only spoke a few times but it never truly made itself known. The first time was years ago as he recalled it when he first awoke from his fall. Back then it sounded more like a mad screaming in his mind. Yelling for him to let the storm rage. A sense of anger that added to his pain.

3." Guess im lucky im not insane...not fully anyway" He gruted as he closed his door locking it shut. He turned. "Ok im alone speak spirit......" he waited a few moments. For a second he belived that perhaps he finally has gone insane.

4. "Good guess rammy." He nearly jumped as he turned to face his bed. There a young mare sat looking at him with a smirk. She was jet black with bone white hair. Her cutie mark the same. It was like looking at a freaky mirrior image of himself. Only two things were different besides the gender.

5. Her eyes were a stormy grey an seemed much older then the mare herself. Also she was transparent like a ghost. " Holy shit."

6. The mare laughed at him for a moment. "Good to finally be able to talk. Names zune." Sparks went quiet he looked into her eyes to try an read her but he couldn't. All he saw was the storm. His heart rate started to increase his hair on edge. "I don't have long to speak ram so listen closely. Ive chosen you to hold my power. A power much older then even the elements themselves. But first you need to accept it."

7. He was afraid. He backed away as he felt the wall around him starting to crumble. "Stay away! I don't want your power! I don't want this!" His breath became heavier as visons of clouds surrounded him.

8. Zune sighed as she approached her form seemingly shifting as the clouds surrounded them. Her form was now at a hight that rivaled celestia herself. If she had a horn one could've mistaken her for a alicorn. " Im afraid that choice isnt up to us anymore.... you must conquer this fear or be consumed. An for that little dragon sake I hope its soon."

9. The winds blew harder with every word. The tempest swirls like a huricane. Yet dispite his fear once she mentioned spike he swallowed a bit of fear. " what do you mean?!"

10. she now stood infront of him her wings extended. " A Dragon kight shall rise when his time comes for goodbyes. The dead will return. When the titians come equestria WILL BURN. Poison will save as four guardians unite as they prepare for final fight! Dragon poison dead an storm great hero they must form. Love an pain in everfree might you all will be OUR LAST LIGHT!"

11. He heard the mares voice echo in his mind as her form faded into the storms. Once again he felt weightless. A sickly feeling came as he felt himself fall. He tryed to scream his fear unable to be contained yet when he screamed nothing came out except the sound of thunder.

12. He closed his eyes waiting for the pain. The crunching of bone. The taste of blood to fill his mouth. But it never came. Soon the sound of winds past an he flet something. Something was holding his hoof. It was hard an smooth. The edges were sharp but grip was gental.

13. Then he felt something soft on his forehead. It felt like fur both soft an fuzzy. The smell of lavander filled his noise. The feeling an smells caused him to feel more relaxed an calmed. Before he opened his eyes he could his feathers apon his wings twitch.

14. He became aware of his room. He felt a breeze from an opened window. He felt the crystals of the castle give off vibrations. He could feel the engery of harmony stir. It sensed him as he sensed it. The flow began to calm an the vibrations started to stop. Then he felt his body. He was currently laying flat but someone had lifted his head. No some drake was lifting him. He could sense the panic the worry. He used his own strength to now sit up witch calmed the dragon.

15. He was now senseing the one in front of him. It was a pony. He sensed the magic in her a unicorn perhaps. But then he heard the Suttle movement of her wing in sync with her breath. An alicorn. A freind. His eyes shot open an he saw directly into her eyes.

16. He saw her worry. She was panicked. Twlights eyes to him were an opened book. He read her emotions with ease. Panic worry fear and....guilt? Unlike spike she hasn't calmed she still was breathing hard. Her eyes showed confusion she couldn't tell what was wrong with him.

17." S-sparks?" Her voice to sparks was lovely yet held all the panic she was feeling. He now rises as spike backs away to give him room. He caught a glace at him an his emerald colored eyes. They were confused but hopefull. Seeing sparks had gave him a feeling of reinsurance.

18. It then when sparks spoke. His voice now raspy. "I am ok." He stretched himself out moving his body but felt his wings now free. He gave out a small grunt unhappy with his exposed wings.

19. They continue to stare examing him. Her hoof now retracted. She was still confused an concerned for him. " Are you sure do you remember anything?" Sparks raised an eye brow. "Its just after you went to your room a...storm blew in and it shook the castle then...."

18. She looked away from him her gaze looking to the floor. Spike place a claw on her shoulder. He looked at sparks an spoke for his care taker. " Twilight went to check on you and found you yelling. Were not sure but we thought you were sleep walking she tried wake you but you collapsed then the storm stopped."

19. Sparks sighed knowing now what had happened. He turned away from them walking over to a drawer.from it he pull out two large bands. (Wich he had bought with a few bits from rainbow.) He carefully placed them onto his wings.

20. He then turned to face them. " I apologize for the storm I had a......particularly bad nightmare." Twilight still didn't speak she still looked ashamed. Spark walked over to the princess. "Twilight you didn't do anything wrong you tryed to help. You were not the cause of my sudden collapse. " Twilight quickly turned to face him suprised. "How did you kno-" her question was caught off by the awnser.

21. "My mum taught me how to read Ponys when I was young. Now why dont we head down stairs it is morning now right?" He asked as he looked at the window noticing celestias sun rising into the air.

22. Twilight nodded and lead the trio down stairs. Before they entered sparks could sense what was in the kitchen. The smell of apples an grim filled his senses. Applejack had just entered the kitchen recently and he could practically taste the ingredients she had out for pie.

23. When twilight opened the door Aj turned to her giving her a soft smile. Her eyes shifted to each of them but paused when her eyes met sparks. It was but a moment before turning her gaze back to her freind . "Heya suger cube I'm putting together a little treat for everyone why dont you and spike go take a seat id like to meet our guest." While he only had a moment to read her eyes it was more then enough. She was strong a strength more then just physically. Her heart carried the same strength. She held a arua of honesty around her. Her heart was just as honest. Yet when she looked at him he saw threw the kindness she put on. There was distrust.

24. She was weary of his presence an was on guard. There was tinge of something in her not quite fear but perhaps concern or a sense of caution. This went noticed by twilight an spike who simply smiled an left the room. Then it was just the two ponys alone. She turned an began to cut away at some more apples.

25. Sparks slowly walked over keeping abit of distance. "So Sparks huh a pretty peculiar name aint it? Not judging but tell me that really whatcha called?" Something in her voice told him she was testing him. She wanted to see if he would lie. Now he wondered should he.

26. He let out a small breath before. "It not the name I was born with but its the name I choose." Applejack said nothing but the flick of her ear told him she was curious. Still she continued to cut away. "So you wouldn't happen to know about my missing apples would ya partner."

27. He looked away slightly ashamed of himself. Its not that he regretted what he did. He knew that at least at the time it was an effective method of getting food. But her tone reminded him of the way his mother would bring up his actions.

28. He swallowed a small bit of air. "Yes it was... me I do apologize an I am willing to work off or pay back any debt I owe you an your family. Although I would need some time to earn the bits."

29. He didn't look at her but he could feel as her gaze landed on him. "Huh." it was her only response as he made the last touches on the pie before placing it into the oven.

30. She set the timer to the oven then waited in silence. The two stood there for what felt like forever it wasnt untill the Pie was nearly done did she speak. "Are you dangerous?"

31. Her question did catch him off guard to say the least. When he didn't awnser right away she clarified. "Are you a danger ta my freinds?" He looked right at her into her eyes. She seemed to be reading him as much as he read her.

32." No I would never purposely endanger any of you nor would I ever attempt to bring misfortune to any of you... Especially not after the kindness twilight has shown me."

33. Apple jack stone faced turned into a slight smirk. He passed her test but he also said more then he met. His cheeks redden as he realized what he said. " I-i mean the kindness you have all shown me heh n-not just twilight. " The smirk remained as he quietly chuckled. " Oh I know what you met suger cube heh im sure twilight would appreciate your comment."

34. He growled abit to himself as he turned away. " Rainbow dash put you up to this didn't she." Applejack let out a laugh as the timer went off. "Well only partially hun but I did wanna see what kind of pony you are. At least I know your honest. "

35. She reached into the oven carefully pulling out a pie with a mitten covered hoof. Sparks just continued to grumble as she walked into the dining room. Soon he followed an was greeted by the rest of twilights freinds.

36. Twilight was sitting at a round table to her right was spike while rairty was to her left. Apple jack sat next to spike an rainbow across from her was pinkie who sat next to a pony he didn't recognize.

37. She was a purple unicorn although a much lighter shade then twilight. She also had blueish swirls in her hair. Her eyes a light purple. Her eyes carried an intelligence similar to twilight yet also held something older most likely past regret. The kind someone never really lets go.

38. Currently her eyes also held suprised having not expected him. Yet she seemed also unbothered likely because it wasnt the first she randomly met a new freind of the main 6. Last he noticed a free space between rainbow an fluttershy assumingly met for him.

39. Even though the spot was met for him he hesitated. His instincts yelling at him not to approach. He had developed instincts over the years to avoid gatherings an to never leave himself without an exscape plan.

40. His eyes scanned every detail of the room eyein three escapes points. The door behind him the door on the other side of the group of freinds and a single window just large enough to jump out of.

41. The easiest would be to back away from were he came from. And he was about to do so when spike called his same. "Sparks don't be shy come on!" He looked to the excited dragon and felt his instincts quiet down. He may not be comfortable but he trusted the drake.

42. He sat down at his chair an remind quiet giving out a small smile although it was pretty fake. Still most of them didn't notice to busy catching up with there freind. He did notice fluttershy giving him a concerned look but he wasn't able to focus for long.

43. "Sparks id like you to meet starlight glimmer she hasn't really been around much since you been here but im sure you'll get along swimmingly." It was twilight who spoke . Her voice instantly caught his attention as he listened. He then turned to glmmer and simply said. "Hello." She interned replied "hi"

44. The two gave each other a look that held a silent message. Glimmer giving a look of. "Welcome to the group and yes we are all weirdos." This gained a smile an a silent message of."Glad to be in such good company. "

45. While twilight was less then thrilled about the very little they said she was happy to at least have em meet. They continued to eat an talk yet at the back sparks mind he couldn't help but feel something was off. But for now he would listen to his freinds. At least untill someone asked him.

46." So how did ya get your cutie mark." He froze thinking to himself 'ah shit'

[gretavanlace]

(too afraid to post my own shit so i'm gonna keep leaving blurbs here.. sincerely backstage sammy, unannounced sammy, roommate jake anon)

sam kiszka would be heavily into overstimulation. he could get off on the sounds of you whimpering and whining in pain and pleasure alone (and he has).

he'd tell you to sit on his face, he'd work his absolute wonders with his tongue, making orgasm after orgasm ripple through your body until you can barely hold yourself up anymore.

he'd lift you lightly, just enough to speak, "just one more, yeah? you think you can do one more?"

you'd nod as your fingers ran through his hair, tugging slightly in anticipation. your body was strung out, exhausted, but his mouth was like a drug at this point and you needed more, more, more.

one hand pulling at his hair, the other holding the headboard to keep you steady as his tongue worked it's magic on you. the slight groan of his own pleasure vibrating throughout your body with the feeling of his stubble rough and scratchy against your most sensitive part. god, you could soak in this feeling forever.

and then all of a sudden, as you began to reach your final climax, he stopped, eliciting a groan to involuntarily fall from your lips.

he lifted you ever so slightly so he could speak again. "can you finish yourself for me?" his voice laced with an innocence.

he knew you wouldn't be able to, you could barely hold yourself up at this point, but he loved to see you squirm against him.

"my tongues getting tired babe," he mock whined. "unless you wanna just.. not cum, i suggest you do something about it."

bitch.

you rolled your eyes and looked down at him. you lowered yourself back down on his tongue, your stomach doing a flip when you felt him against your swollen, overstimulated clit.

"you're sick, you know that?" you said shakily.

he only smiled in response, and the change in the shape of his mouth drove you insane.

you rocked your hips against his face, riding his tongue until your whole body began to burn from exhaustion and you felt your final orgasm ripple through your entire body.

the sounds that filled the room were nothing short of pornographic, but you couldn't hold back. your hand in his hair tugged until you heard a whimper come from his lips, if you weren't already cumming this would've sent you over the edge.

he placed gentle kisses to your aching clit as you came down from your high, working you down from it.

your chest rose and fell heavily with every breath, and he waited patiently for you to catch your breath before tapping you thigh to ask if you were ready to move. you nodded and slowly got up from his face, gripping the headboard with both of your hands to steady yourself as you slumped down next to him.

as sober as you were, you felt high, and you just stared over at him with a sleepy smile, leaning over to kiss him. you could taste yourself on his lips, something that would've seemed so vulgar had you cared more.

you laid in his arms, completely exhausted, the feeling of his fingers tracing circles on your back made you fall even further into your slumber.

"see? that wasn't so hard was it?"

-🐚

Sammy lane, bring your plates to the table, you’re about to be fed