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what kind of underwear do you think Erik and Charles wear (i'm not asking this to see them half naked) ((please believe me)) (((PLEASE)))
My Personal Belief is charles is a briefs guy while erik's a trunks guy. trunks/briefs kinda couple because i can
and idk just a lil bonus or somethin. as i do.
#nsft#probably. again A Promotion Would Be In Order From Me Personally but WHATEVER.#cherik#im too tired to tag everything ok this post'll find its people#snap sketches#not too tired for a tag ramble tho eUUGGHHH#i HAVE to post the second bit now or ill be editing it all night and for what. i will live#and my silly ass said i wouldnt draw that reading idea. well guess what im a LIAR who LIES.#i do wanna revisit that proper tho .. at least draw em by the fireplace someday but anyway#i think the funny thing is i had like. plans to draw charles in purple briefs just cause he wore them once and i chortled Unreasonably#so here we are. youll have to forgive me my friend i have a condition called If I Get An Excuse To Draw I Will#it is a very serious condition cause i need to SLEEEEPP truly and honestly locking in later i HAVE to#leaving all of you with this for the next idk twelve hours thats crazy#all i want to do is draw but i feel my eyes . Getting Weird and i have exams so i guess i should be a responsible person and sleep#i actually have a lot i need to catch up on so like. i prob wont be back on until this weekend when im Hopefully more free#'snap didnt you say that last night' I HAVE TO BE SERIOUS THIS TIME i got a lot. so i will see everyone saturday Hopefully#please give me the strength to focus for once thank you#for now good night everyone !!! please enjoy my doodlings from today. yesterday. i must not make any more for now
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âMike said his life started the day he found El in the woods, which was technically the following night. What he said had nothing to do with offending Will because he went missing the day before.â
#byler#ignore the logistics of it#mikeâs brain thinks of Nov 6th as the day Will went missing aka the day his life stopped#he met El after a whole day of worrying about will#its the day they had to see etched on willâs tombstone#Nov 7th is just an extension of him finding out and doing everything to get him back#nov 7th evening is a whole 24 hrs later#so yes not the same day#but it doesnât make it any less incriminating#itâs not that Mike didnât exist until he found el#itâs that it stopped that day#and then started again when he got hope will was alive#so many lines in mikeâs monologue felt like lies mixed with a dose of truth#friends donât lie co-founder and his loopholes đ#I think itâs interesting also that we never really get Mike and Will talking about his time in the UD#the one time they do itâs brief and mostly about uncovering whatâs happening to Will in that moment in s2#but like we never see them talk outright about what happened or how the party all coped#so the prospects of him finding out how Mike truly felt back thenâŠ#in a scene where mike explains the âi feel like my life started-â line to Will#(and even more importantly the audience who has to buy into this)#that could be quite somethingâŠ
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i'm not really sure what the main thrust of this post is, but this yj98 arc has been haunting me literally since I read it months ago, so I've put together a brief(ish) overview of the salient points and the questions it's left me with
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that time young justice was sent to a literal intergalactic war front
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young justice has even more complex ptsd than you probably thought!!
yj98 #35
the premise is that there's a global war against imperiex, spearheaded by president (blech) luthor. as minors, they can't be drafted into it
(i hunted around and apparently Our Worlds at War, with Imperiex as the big bad, is the broader context, which i didn't feel like reading for this)
instead, they're going to be attached to a "sort of super medical unit" called the "paradocs"
the way they're persuaded to accept their role (instead of?? fighting on the front lines?? jeez kon) is to conceive of themselves as saving active-combat superheroes for their children they're leaving at home (creating an implicit distinction between those children and themselves, which i find sad)
yj is specifically a "search and rescue team"
with a civilian cissie king-jones as their qualified emergency medical technician (so her public persona is an olympic champion, actress, and volunteer veteran of an intergalactic war???)
is cissie the only one performing medical services then? do any of the others pick anything up from her, if these missions last long enough? (do tim and cissie bond as the only non-powered people they know going into a space war?)
yj98 #36
they've run "a couple" successful missions behind enemy lines: what does this mean for the duration of this role?
(i'm not sure if reading Our Worlds at War would help determine how long this all lasted, but if someone who has read it has answers, i'd love to know)
also, were they in space the whole time or going back in between? (i also really really want to know what batman thinks of his protégé being part of a space war. related, did cassie tell her mom??)
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Superboy Vol 4 #91: War Letters gives some context to this
(kon putting on a brave face!!)
but also:
even as paramedics they were participating in active combat, fighting off scavengers
the lack of specifics, the mention of the fact that he's met "a lot of interesting cats in the field," and of "things" he's seenâthere's a sense that he's seen a lot but not enough yet for it to no longer be shocking. or, that what they're seeing is so savage that it never ceases to be shocking.
this also implies that they've met and rescued a slew of people from across the universe. does yj have intergalactic connections? do random alien soldiers remember this small group of earth children that saved them?
this panel also shows kon (and likely the rest of them) amidst recovering jl members. what does the broader jl think of this group of kids in an acknowledged war zone, seeing them beaten down like this? (it's unclear whether kon actually went and rescued kyle rayner here or is just helping him around the medical area, but there must be some sort of lasting impression from this)
they get diverged from their rescue mission and end up on apokolips
bart experiences death when one of his "scouts" is killedâthis has a lasting impression on him (addressed later) and kon blames himself, since it was his decision to chase after steel that landed them here. do the two of them ever talk about this? (they don't in yj at least)
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yj98 #36 contd.
kon's accusation shows that this arc happened right after the drama between batman and the jla during tower of babel (the secret contingency plan drama)
and after batman's betrayal of tim's identity to spoiler (rip tim being betrayed on multiple fronts)
(tim putting on a strong front :'))
i find it interesting that tim considers his state "a world of grays" in contrast to kon's "black and white" attitude. balancing a multitude of considerations is a "world of grays?" anyway, tim staring death in the face and admitting he's scared :')
and then tim gets to watch lil lobo die (he does technically come back but!) and says explicitly that another part of innocence he didn't know he had died with lobo. this can't be his first time witnessing a death given gotham's everything, so is it because this is the first time he's watched a comrade die (and so brutally too)?
yj98 #37
and then! we get extended(?) mental torture on apokolips, enough to drive to tim to attempted homicide (both in the dream world and out of it)
(he was made to watch kon and cassie get murdered brutally in front of him jsyk)
and once he's out:
(does this ever haunt tim? that he almost broke batman's one rule? also parallels with dick beating the joker to death later on tim's behalf)
yj98 #38
the fallout:
we see that after experiencing his scout's death on apokolips, bart's been left with a fear of death strong enough to get him to leave yj (i don't actually know how this gets resolved?? it must happen in his solo bc he just sort of reappears a few mini arcs later...)
("i quit for a bunch of reasons ... but not a single one of them had to do with being afraid i'd get killed," cissie you're sooooo well-adjusted. she doesn't think bart's valid rip)
this is the moment where tim quits yj because he can't deal with their lack of trust (oof) and becauseâi donât need the grief of young justice,â referring to everything else going on in tim's life (batman betraying his identity to spoiler)
(he'll lose them later on anywayâdoes it haunt him that he came back?)
(it's sweet that kon has someone he feels he can talk to and ask advice from)
i'm not sure if tim ever gets that apology
tldr: i kind of want one or more of yj to end up as a paramedic
#also i lied it's not brief#dc#yj#yj98#tim drake#conner kent#cissie king jones#cassie sandsmark#anita fite#greta hayes#lil lobo#red talks#also this is def biased in its focus on tim but hes my favorite what can you do
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More asks for Neowiz to improve the Carlo end: Make his model perma smile! Like a good obedient happy boy, all the time, so glad to be alive again, and be proving useful for Daddy.
#lies of p#lop#lies of p carlo#sir carlo#lop carlo#carlo#lop spoilers#ik its a lot to ask of something so brief but#id def spend a bunch of time farming ergo as sir carlo if he was a lil more unique#and i feel small model tweaks could do a huge difference
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a friend who'd wait :)
#im posting this very late because i was sort of weary of how it came out and ended up messing w it until it was like 4am oops.#and i have plans tmrw so... oh well! i did my best and ill put it out while i can!#and i tried to make the scene match barnard's colors lol#finn's ocs#finn's art#i know i said id do more sillay stuff with the simpler screentone only style but i had a couple more of these in me#and this is the first piece im making thats like an actual part of the story too rather than just setting stuff for fun#i wanna write something to go with it too but for now ill just sort of briefly explain the context in the tags here:#barnard has a pretty bad case of OCD and his compulsions have made it difficult to make friends in the past#he was never outright bullied or anything but people just didnt really have the patience to deal with it#he has compulsions that include stuff like walking through doors until it feels right and needing things to be perfectly aligned#which in group settings has lead to people having to wait for him to finish his rituals and join them#they might find it tolerable at first but eventually they grow impatient and hes just... not invited to stuff anymore#but juno is a newer member of the guild who ends up frequenting the same library. hes also kinda a little weird#and they dont become fast friends or anything but just sort of naturally spend time in the same place#though they never plan meetups they eventually fall into a routine. around the same time theyd just both be at the library#and read next to each other. and maybe talk a bit. and eventually they end up walking back to the guildhall together#since theyre going to the same place after all. and juno always waits for barnard outside the door#eventually barnard asks if this bothers him. juno kinda just tells him 'of course it does' without any malice or anything. just a statement#barnard is surprised and apologizes and juno says not to. but the next day juno doesnt show up at the usual time.#barnard assumes hes committed somekinda more by bringing it up. he ends up staying there late reading to get his mind off it & not ruminate#but when he leaves juno is in fact still waiting for him down the hall (see pic) having collected a bunch of books literally abt ocd#he fell asleep bc barnard stayed later than expected. and hes an eepy guy generally. and also one very bad at expressing himself#but now barnard gets that juno's 'of course it [bothers me]' had the implication of 'but its worth it' which no friend has previously done.#and from the interaction juno was also able to understand that this isn't something barnard just does for the hell of it so. he studies.#and checks a bunch of stuff out because he thinks it could help his friend too (theres ocd workbooks and such- i remember working w them)#and thats the point where they became more ''friends'' than ''pleasant library acquaintances''#from there on they also do get into juno's problems. whole other bag of worms. but this specific scene is more about bernard from his pov#sorry about when i said briefly explain. i lied </3#but compared to the whole sequence im picturing its brief so shhh
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Regarding Arakawaâs guilt: of course it's natural to prioritise Masato over Ichi because he thinks Masato is his actual son, but I assume he felt a little bad about being prepared to send Ichi to prison instead because why else would he lie about it being Jo? The way he talks in 2019 about dreaming of Masato being born in Shangri-la suggests he compares the two at least subconsciously, and he could have just said Masato is too frail for prison and Ichi would have agreed to take his place. So using Jo as a scapegoat to Ichi seems like some kind of an emotional shield
I don't think Arakawa was particularly happy about having to send any of his boys to jail, and especially not Ichi who we've established Arakawa sees as a genuine piece of his personal family. Softening the blow of asking Ichi to go to prison is a fair conclusion to come to as to why Arakawa would think to come up with the Sawashiro Story instead of saying the truth.
Ergo, with hindsight, it's easy to wonder why Arakawa didn't just tell Ichi the truth about that night. In review, it would be fair to assume that Arakawa went with Sawashiro being the killer as a way to mitigate the shock of the actual situation. Sawashiro- if we're to believe this part of Arakawa's story to Ichi- told Arakawa about the night of New Years just two hours before he met with Ichiban, after all.
Whether Arakawa is a hardened yakuza boss or not, he's still a father, and trying to process that your disabled son had to commit murder because he was almost beat up in an alley couldn't have been easy- especially to hear that first thing in the morning.
We could take the meta reason being that we needed a plot twist, but it also wouldn't hurt to gander that Arakawa didn't know how to tell Ichi the truth if he himself was hardly able to accept it, so a believable lie was the sound way to go. Especially with time being a sensitive factor- the police already having recovered Suzumori's body- they needed an excuse quickly. With Sawashiro being the family captain and his arrest would undoubtedly be detrimental to the family, it's fair to say that Arakawa went with Sawashiro being the killer so Ichi would be less inclined to question anything or press for details (both for getting the situation taken care of quickly, and so Arakawa wouldn't have to recount Masato being assaulted. Though again, as we know Ichi would have went to prison regardless for Arakawa no matter the truth).
#snap chats#i was rewatching clips to answer this and i completely skimmed over jo calling arakawa that morning#or. i guess i should be asterisks on that until i check the japanese subtitles/listen to the actual words said#either way whether jo told arakawa three seconds after the masato call or not i think its fair to say arakawa would still be distressed#but i guess you could argue im speculating. if we're going off of purely what's from the game#we don't have a concrete answer as to why arakawa lied#also before anyone say it 'snap you makin masato sound innocent in this situation' you right LMAO#im trying to keep this response brief tho it already long as fuck#masato you cant go calling people scum and spitting on them and then not expect to get your shit rocked#masato def wouldnt have told jo or masumi those bits tho he def tried to paint himself faultless#or hell judging from the call with jo he didnt elaborate on shit#that call was 50 seconds long what the fuck was he saying the first 40 or so seconds#'sawashiro i killed a man' takes like make five seconds to say the hell were you talking about before#but im SPECULATING i ALREADY expanded on The New Years Night months ago
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I need more monkey 'khan'tent around here
get it.. anyways if I have to be the one to make said content I guess I'll have to do it đ©đ
#looks at geoffrey and elias#you two have another person joining you in the brainrot circle#well no i lied its not just them but for the sake of keeping it brief#and khans always been a blorbo i just never talk abt it
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ËË á° ââ hyunjin messes up and kkami helps him apologize
ïčÊÉËïč. genre: fluff (might be the cutest thing i wrote recently)
ïčÊÉËïč. a/n: this is definitely inspired by the new book i'm obsessing over right now so pls enjoy and let me know what you think!! <33
âWell, well, look who finally remembered he has a loving partner missing him at home.â
You hear Hyunjin sigh on the other end, sheepish, obviously expecting youâd cut him some slack for disappearing for days, like talking to him wasnât the best part of your day. Touring was hard, and heâs been insanely busy from day one â you get it. Thatâs why, your toneâs more playful than intended, only being able to let the phone ring for two heartbeats before rushing to answer and let his velvety voice bring sunshine back into your dull life.
âHello, the absolute love of my life I think about daily.â He clears his throat, brushing over your comment in hopes youâre not truly upset he hasnât called in so long. Two days werenât a big deal, but for clingy people like you and him, going 48 hours without hearing what the other has been up to was torture. It was just enough time for insecurity to creep in, feeding you lies upon lies about how heâd forgotten your relationship and was currently in the process of replacing you with someone else, someone better and more worthy of owning his heart.
Your heart flutters, a grin finding its way onto features despite your attempts at stopping it. âHello, Hyunjin.â
âWho the fuck is Hyunjin?â
No longer able to keep the happiness at bay, you burst out laughing, the aggravation clear as day in the absence of his usual pet name. Hyunjin was your baby, nothing else. His name only ever left your pretty lips you couldnât wait to press against his only when the situation called for seriousness.
Settling down, you ignore his displeased huffing. âThe guy who hasnât called me in a week. You might know him.â
Youâre teasing. You both know it, just like he knows that behind your words, the only genuine thing is the longing and the wish to have him close again, missing the steady beat of his heart and his familiar warmth that usually lulled you to sleep, badly. Hyunjin has always been great at reading between the lines, figuring you out easily, like you were nothing more than an unchallenging puzzle he could solve with his eyes closed.
âA week? I know I messed up, love, but itâs only been two days. Not even, just about 45 hours.â You hear sheets rustling on the other end, helping you picture him lounging about in the hotel bed, hair most likely still damp from his previous shower. For once, the time difference was not absurd, allowing you to stare wistfully at the moon with certainty the other was doing the same, sharing stories of your love and trusting sheâll keep them safe.
âYou counted?â You giggle, making yourself more comfortable on the couch, right next to Kkami who is sleeping soundly.
âIâve been counting the hours until I can see you again the second I stepped outside our apartment.â He confesses, voice suddenly heavy with emotion before he gasps, ruining what could have been a sweet moment. âYouâre telling me you havenât?â
Of course, you have. Time seemed to go by incredibly slowly whenever he wasnât near, the increasing distance causing his magnetic pull to grow weaker each day, but never diminishing, never losing its hold on you. That was impossible.
âNo.â You lie blatantly, leaning back against the couch casually, one hand moving to slowly pet Kkamiâs head whose slumber gave him the perfect excuse to ignore you.
âLiar.â
For the first time in your life, the fact that he knew you like the back of his hand was annoying.
âDonât change the subject! Youâre still not in the clear for forgetting about me for two whole days, Hyunjin.â Youâre not actually mad, just feeling a little bit neglected. Hyunjin has never gone MIA like that, without even texting you brief updates throughout the day just so youâll know he was still alive and kicking. Your boyfriend was thoughtful, sweet, and considerate â the radio silence you got for the past two days was very unlike him.
âI didnât forget.â He counters, and youâre sure heâs shaking his head vehemently, denying all of your accusations. âI could never forget, not in this lifetime or any others.â
âLiar.â You mock him, making a face he canât see and tease you about like heâd usually do. âYou could have texted, at least. Let me know youâd be busy.â
âIâm sorry, love.â His voice is soft, apology genuine as can be when he doesnât try to justify himself or find excuses. Hyunjin is aware that if the roles were reversed, heâd feel the same way youâre feeling right now, the anxiety and worry eating at him from the inside and leaving behind a restlessness he couldnât shake off no matter how hard he tried to. And he does, to an extent. Not being able to contact you drove him on the brink of insanity, making him moodier and more difficult to work it, which was so unlike him.
âCan I talk to Kkami?â He adds, trying to make it up to you in his own, creative way youâve come to love.
âWhat?â You canât help but laugh, not sure you heard him right.
âPass the phone to Kkami for a moment, please?â
Now youâre curious, wondering what that beautiful mind had in store for you this time. Youâve been dog-sitting Kkami since he left, sending him regular updates in hopes of brightening up his day and keeping the homesickness at bay. Your camera roll has been full of pictures and videos of Kkami - walking him, playing together and being cute just for Hyunjinâs delight. A small price to ensure your boyfriendâs everlasting happiness.
âShould I leave you two alone? Give you some privacy?â
He laughs, and you hear the sound of a bag zipping up. âYes. This is just between us boys, sorry baby.â
Shaking your head with a smile, you do as he asks, lowering the phone close to Kkamiâs ear like the pup could actually catch Hyunjin up on whatâs been happening around the house since he left. At the sound of his ownerâs voice, Kkamiâs eyes open as his ears perk up, visibly excited to hear him after so long. With his tail waggling, Kkami listens attentively to whatever Hyunjin is telling him, sleep long forgotten as you start giggling next to him, not believing your eyes.
Kkami was not an affectionate dog, often biting or growling at your lover like he was sick of him. Hyunjinâs presence and fussing were a bore, the dog quickly growing tired of his excited nature, even though your boyfriend was the person he loved most in the world.
Thatâs exactly why, youâre taken aback when he sprints off the couch, running a lap around the living room before returning to jump at your feet, barking and licking the hand closest to him excitedly.
Dumbfounded, you bring the phone back to your ear laughing. âWhat did you say to him? Heâs suddenly so happy to see me.â
âHeâs groveling in my stead. I told him to show you how much I miss you.â
Your heart melts, and suddenly heâs all forgiven as tears well up in your eyes. âHyunâŠâ
âActually, I asked him if he wanted a treat.â Your tears get absorbed right back as a laugh bubbles out of the both of you, with Kkami jumping into your lap to beg properly. âI guess he figured I wasnât there to give him some, so now he expects them from you.â
âYou set me up.â You say, voice laced with playfulness as you stand up, scooping Kkami with one hand to fulfill his request. A true glutton, heâd never forgive you if you denied him his beloved snacks.
âMaybe. But my words had the desired effect.â His tone is softer now, and you can hear the smile in his voice. âYouâre laughing.â
Yet, the joy didnât reach its full potential, and never will with hundreds of miles between you. Happiness in its truest form found you in a handful of moments, and for most of them, Hyunjin was right by your side, fueling you with the love and devotion he held for you and you alone. He made you happy like nobody else, helping you see color even on the darkest days. Your beloved loved painting, thatâs what he did, you just never thought he could bring forth his talent and make you see beauty in everything, guiding you to see the world through his eyes that always sparkled like he held the entire galaxy in them.
âBaby.â
Hyunjin gasps so loudly, almost like he is on the verge of bursting with happiness, matching Kkamiâs energy to a T, ready to jump through the phone to feel your love and affection again.
âCan we facetime? I miss your beautiful face.â You add once Kkami is back on his own paws, devouring the stinky treat in your hand as you crouch to his level.
âFacetime? Love, Iâll literally catch the earliest flight and be there in record time! This little screen isnât cutting it anymore, I need to see you with my own eyes before I get so desperate I start walking back just to be in your arms!â
And that is your cue to get on a plane first and finally visit your boyfriend before he keeps his word and ends up at your doorsteps with nothing but a duffle bag and a sob story about how much he missed you to justify his careless actions.
#stray kids#skz#skz x reader#stray kids x reader#stray kids fluff#stray kids headcanons#skz headcanons#stray kids fanfic#stray kids imagines#skz fluff#stray kids soft thoughts#stray kids soft hours#skz fanfic#skz x you#stray kids x you#hwang hyunjin x reader#hyunjin imagines#hyunjin x reader#hyunjin fluff#hyunjin x you#hwang hyunjin x you#hwang hyujin imagines#hyunjin soft thoughts#hyunjin scenarios
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the other thing I find very funny about trying to write a canon compliant wol is taking all the wolship hints extremely seriously.
I don't really wolship because I'm just fundamentally not that kind of fan. But I know for those who are, the sheer number of romance hints FFXIV throws at you can be overwhelming to parse in a context where you have a preferred/intended wolship, particularly if you're not attracted to the gender the hints are coming from in the first place (a particular tip of the hat to wlw fans navigating the g'raha of it all). I've seen plenty of people write around them or write them out or be like "no aymeric was for real inviting my wol to a nice platonic zero-subtext dinner," and God bless all of you.
But it's really funny to imagine them all as all-too-real but unreciprocated or perhaps unreciprocatable. The sheer scale of it is comedy. Spoilers for all of FFXIV follow.
Oh God, the Lord Speaker wants to have dinner, just the two of us, at his family estate and not a government building. I hope he doesn't bring up his crush on me. Thal's balls he's about to bring it upâoh thank God there's an emergency. Oh no someone got hurt! Oh no it's the teenage girl with a crush on me.
Your life is a cosmic joke. You watch the Sultana get poisoned and all your friends probably die to save your life and it's kind of all your fault in some ways, I mean at the very least you should've spoken up when they gave the teenager a private army, and then the teenage boy speaks up and is like, "hey, I guess we have at least one ally. What about if we go visit that guy who is really obviously down unbelievably bad for you and wants to lick the sweat off of you." and you have to be like, yeah, Alphinaud. Great idea. Let's do it. I'll call him.
(brief interlude: also haurchefant's DEATH hits so good if you don't reciprocate. It's okay. He gets it. You're going through a lot and even if you had time to sort through your feelings maybe you're just not into him. That would be okay! You can love someone, or the idea of someone, without needing it to be romantically reciprocated. That's chivalric, even. Knightly. So he won't ask you to lie to him and say you love him as he lies dying in your arms. He's not so low as all that. But could you smile for him as you used to? That true hero's smile of yours. And you do, and he dies. And you both know he died for a lie, in a way, or a flight of fancy. And he's okay with that. Are you? Should you be? Should he?)
Then you're into Stormblood and it's like wow, okay. That last part was all high fantasy, of course there were loyal knights and elegant princes. But this is war. Imperialism. Grim business, surely there's no wayâoh no BOTH handsome young revolutionary leaders seem to have a special interest in you?! And so does the Crown Prince of the Empire? Come on, man. I should get to do the whole horrors of war thing without having to also deal with this. Gaius sucked and it was weird that he let his foster daughter run around being openly obsessed with him but at least he never made it my problem.
You can't even get away from it across dimensions. Shadowbringers is a horror story about going on a teambuilding camping trip with your work colleagues for some reason except they all suddenly got really hot and they keep touching you affectionately on the shoulder and being like "I care for you and your happiness. Truly." And also you're being stalked for the whole camping trip by two old men who are obsessed with you. The false climax of the story is that the one old man tries to betray you and give a dramatic monologue about how he loves you but the two of you are doomed by the narrative and then the other old man shoots him in the back like "no actually its MY turn to betray them and give a dramatic monologue about how our love is doomed by the narrative." Then the real climax is old man #1 backstabbing old man #2 in the middle of said monologue before old man #2 dies and gives ANOTHER wistful monologue about his doomed love. Then for the patches they're like okay so we have this even CRAZIER old man who's gonna strike when you're weak and give a dramatic monoloâ
and that's without even getting into the literal soulmate ghost only you can see
my warrior of light never felt more betrayed than in that scene where Y'shtola is like "haha Alisaie and G'raha have crushes on the warrior of light." Like I thought we were COOL, Y'shtola! I work here! This situation is already in such a delicate balance! Right when I got here I met Alisaie's "friend from work" who was like oh haha so YOU'RE the one she can't stop talking about and we never followed up on that because the woman died horrifically like five minutes later right in front of us! Then when Vauthry got away and we had to do all that shit with the dwarves, G'raha kept pausing every ten minutes to be like oooooh I'm so old I'm gonna die soon...at least I got to spend some time with some people who are really important to me...in fact here's what I'd tell the person who's most important to me...actually u know them really well haha. And I just had to sit there and be like wow, dude, crazy.
even in the face of apocalypse you still gotta go back in time like 12,000 years and there's somewhere there who makes you sit and listen to his story which is that the purpose of his whole godlike immortal life was to be in a throuple with you and old man #2 from the camping trip. and you just gotta sit there the whole time knowing you/your past life is the one who broke up the throuple over politics. He's like come help me harangue the old man into streaking in public, he'll do it if you ask.
then you meet and fight and kill God and you gotta turn to the team and be like hey sorry guys can you give me a sec. I'm gonna call God by her real name because we met one time for like four days and after that the promise of meeting me again was one of the things that sustained her through her millennia of suffering. Not like that but like. Idk. Just gimme a sec!
It's a relief when you finally get to Lahabrea and he's like actually I still don't fuck with your vibe. Like thank GOD.
And my WoL is very obviously dad-shaped so Dawntrail had a very specific energy for me but I understand that for plenty of people your deepening rapport with Wuk Lamat had a romantic subtext (same for Koana depending on how you read a few of his lines). And personally I think it's the height of comedy to be like, noooo, babe, your highness, I know you and your brother the king are in love with me and want me to stick around and support you emotionally through this governmental transition haha. But it's just...the cursed wineglass, babe. I GOTTA go figure out what's up with this cursed wineglass.
It's a running gag in some of the more optional content that people are like "you have an unreasonable number of hobbies and side gigs" to the WoL from time to time. But if every time you tried picking up a new hobby some new elf started baring their soul to you, you too would be like Hey Jessie (or sometimes Krile or Tataru), my good friend who is one of the only people in my life who knows what professional ethics and work-life boundaries are, any chance you need muscle on a gig on the other side of the world? Ideally with only Cid and his ex so all libidinal energy in the room is directed towards machinery or someone who isn't me?
ironically one of the only places you get a break from psychosexual obsession is the nier content
#ffxiv#endwalker spoilers#dawntrail spoilers#shadowbringers spoilers#heavensward spoilers#stormblood spoilers#meta: durai report#warrior of light ffxiv
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yandere!skully j. graves x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, stalking, fear/paranoia, brief mention and description of dead animals note - "he is thereâand there again, but you cannot see him plain, for the shadow lies so darkly on the hill."
There is a bundle of black roses propped against your door. Thirteen of them, devoid of thorns, but the threat is still thereânestled within the petals, a foreboding symbolism.
A stupid Halloween prank, you think, gathering the roses and tossing them out.
Come tomorrow, there is a new bouquet waiting for you. These are white, but they have their thorns. A small card accompanies the gift. Thereâs a message printed in an old typewriter font: No good?
Like before, you discard these flowers. You have no time for secret admirers or daft nonsense.
So the roses stop blooming at your door, tied up with pretty twine and ribbons. Instead, you receive bones and carcasses. A mouse skull. Deer teeth. A mangled bird, its wings snapped and bent at the joints. A rabbitâs foot, warm and still bleeding, the bone jutting out from severed flesh. The roses, you think, were a preview of what was to comeâof what youâd soon be mourning.
These macabre presents are wrapped sincerely, shrouded daintily with frilly cloth. They come with their own set of cards, each one typed just like before.Â
I can see you.
Good luck on your exam today. Carry this rabbitâs foot with you and you shall know fortune.
This naughty bird is always cawing outside of your window. It wakes you up, so I silenced it for you. It is most beautiful in death, is it not?
Are you going to bring that friend of yours around again? I donât quite like the scent they leave on your sheets. :(
So you share these morbid anecdotes with your friends over dinner. They donât believe you.
âYouâve one persistent dog after you,â one of them remarks, eyeing the pictures with a curious, doubtful eye. âA real rotten mutt.â
âBut I donât have a dog,â you reply.
âWell, somethingâs coming home to you every night.â
âItâs just me. I live alone.â
âDo you? You sure nothingâs following you? You donât hear the jingle of a collar? The soft padding of paws on tile, loyally trailing after its owner?â
At the time, you thought these were foolish questions.
âThe flowers? Definitely a person,â your logical friend suggests. âThe dead stuff? Probably a wild animal. A hawk once dropped a mouse in my yard. Itâs normal. Someoneâs just making a nasty time out of it, leaving those notes to scare you.â
That sounds reasonable. You choose to believe it even when there are inconsistencies and clues that prove otherwise.
You check the locks on your doors and windows. You consider buying cameras, but maybe thatâs misplaced paranoia. No oneâs inside your house. No person or thing could possibly get in. Youâre not sure what would be worse: a tangible human being with human hair, human eyes, and human teeth, or a thing. A thing with claws and a razored maw. A thing with inhuman strength and the eerie quietness of a phantom, plucked right from your nightmares and dropped in reality.
A human being is tangible. A thing could be anything. It could also be nothing.
âIâm not interesting enough to have a stalker,â you tell your logical friend. âNot special enough or rich enough. Not attractive enough.â
âYou donât have to be,â they tell you. âSometimes all you need to be is alone and vulnerable. Sometimes all you need to do is exist so that they have something to latch ontoâsomething they can covet no matter what.â
âDo you think theyâll kill me?â you ask next, hesitating around that word. Kill. Itâs so final and exact. âIf they can do such gruesome things to those animalsâŠâ
âOr it could be a dog. Dogs donât kill their owners. Theyâre loyal.â
âBut itâs not a dog. I donât even think this thing is domesticated.â
âThen what is it?â
âSomething.â
It is something malevolent. It is something malicious. It is something you canât quite fathomâsomething you canât picture in your mind because it is always swapping shapes. One minute itâs a nest of mice dwelling within your walls. The next itâs a shadow creatureâa demon or a monster. The next itâs a human with strange proportions, too-long legs and too-long arms and a too-long torso. The next itâs a dog with a long, long snout and very human eyes, with human hands for paws, with a curling smile that reveals gaps in its pointed, bloody maw. It feasts on flesh and hunts little, defenseless songbirds, and itâs after you because it wants something you canât give it.
What does it want? Is this thing even real? Perhaps the anxiety is making a monster out of nothing.
You twist and turn in the dark, wrapped up in sheets that feel more itchy than they do comforting. Youâre cold all over, sweating an ocean in your bed. You think your heart might burst out of your chest at any minute. Every creak and groan of the house unsettles nerves that are already pulled impossibly taut. You gaze into the dark doorway, squinting through shadows that look like theyâre waltzing in and out of focus.
OrâŠ
Is the door breathing? Is someone there?
You rub your eyes and relief filters in. Thereâs nothing.
OrâŠ
Your phone cuts a slice of light through your bedroom. You shine it towards the door from where you cower on your bed. Thereâs nothing.
Your friendâthe unfunny oneâtexts you then, and the vibration scares you more than your imagination. A text is tangible, easily categorized, and yet itâs the scariest thing youâve just received at this moment, however ghoulishly playful it may be.
u need a leash for ur dog?
You drop your phone. It illuminates the space beneath your bed for a second before the screen shuts off.
You think you hear someone breathing or a heart beating. Itâs yours.
OrâŠ
Swallowing thickly, you reach for your phone. You feel soft, fluffy hair. At first, you think it really is a dog when a warm, wet tongue laves over your palm. But you donât have a dog, and itâs then when you feel the rest of thisâŠthing. Human ears. Human nose. Human mouth. Human teeth.Â
Another text brightens your phone. The screen flickers on.
You peek over the edge of your mattress to find a distinctly human face smiling back at you.
might as well get a collar too yeah?
#no one look at me i'm in my skully era#yandere twst#yandere twst x reader#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twisted wonderland x reader#yandere skully j graves#yandere skully j graves x reader#yandere skully#yandere skully x reader
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Pairing: Pro Hero! Katsuki Bakugou x Stressed! Reader
Summary: Life is shit and Katsuki finds out you lied to him about taking care of yourself.
And you know what happens when you lie to Katsuki.
I wrote this for my friend @elarakive, she's been going through it so please give her some love y'all.
WC: 16,709
On with the show!!~
âI shouldâve become a stripper in Miami.â
You staggered into your apartment, your body and mind exhausted from the endless cycle of school and work. The clock ticked mercilessly as you rushed to grab your work bag and change. Your commute home took about 20 minutes today, and there was barely enough time to catch your breath, let alone eat.
Sighing, you kicked off your shoes quickly before rushing into your small, cluttered room, your shoulders heavy with the weight of responsibility. The relentless cycle of school and work had left you in a mental fog, and the ticking clock seemed to mock your frantic rush. You had barely an hour to spare before your next shift, and the minutes slipped through your fingers like sand.
With trembling hands, you fumbled through your work bag, grabbing the essentials as you hurriedly changed into your work uniform. The sight of your reflection in the hallway mirror was a stark reminder of how far gone you wereâdark circles under your eyes, hair a disheveled mess, and a look of defeat that you couldnât quite hide.Â
âFuck it, we ball with the consealer today.â
Rushing to the bathroom, you hurriedly adjusted your makeup in the bathroom mirror, the smudged eyeliner and messy foundation reflecting the chaos of your life. Every moment felt like a race against time as you dabbed concealer under your eyes, trying to mask the fatigue that had become your constant companion.Â
You had to look good while in class. You have to look good at work so you can make those big bucks to pay for things that ultimately make you feel sick everytime you think about it. Like your rent, the car, the utilities, tuition payments, groceries, laundry supplies, toiletpaper, pads/tampons. Also Tynolonal because your little dehydrated ass kept getting migraines that you ironically didnât take because you still wanted a working liver.Â
In the midst of your chaotic routine, your phone buzzed with a notification: an unexpected double shift for the week. Your heart sank as you read the message. When you finally got a weekend off, it was swallowed up by studying, cleaning, and chores. Sleep was becoming a rare luxury, and your mental fog seemed to thicken with each passing day.
At work, the pressure has been relentless. Your manager's latest demand to pull full shifts this week felt like the last straw. As you stared at your schedule, the weight of it all crashed down on you. You wanted to cry, but you couldn't afford to break downânot with your job hanging in the balance. The only time you had to eat was during your brief lunch break at work, which you barely managed to find time for.
It felt like there was no end to the mounting responsibilities, and the weekend youâd managed to carve out for yourself was swallowed up by endless studying, chores, and barely enough sleep to keep you functional.
In the cramped kitchen, you grabbed a quick bite, your meal consisting of whatever was quickest to prepare. (A literal slice of bread.) The clock continued its relentless ticking, and you knew you were cutting it close. The idea of collapsing into bed, even for just a moment, was a sinfully tempting dream.
As you raced to gather your things, your mind was a jumble of deadlines and schedules. You barely noticed when your cell rang with its familiar âKiss me through the phone!â ringtone to indicate that your boyfriend was calling.Â
âđ„° đ€Ź Kat-Suki đ©·đ§Ą  is callingâŠ..â
Heart fluttering, you nearly dropped the concealer wand on your blank uniform polo to snatch your phone off the counter and hit answer.Â
âDamn it, whatâs going on with you?â Katsukiâs voice cut through the haze of your stress, his usual bravado softened by genuine worry as the video connected.Â
âYou look like youâre about to drop.â
You paused, caught off guard by his sudden appearance and the intensity of his gaze. âJust⊠busy,â you managed to say, trying to muster a weak smile. âIâve got a lot on my plate.â
Katsukiâs eyes narrowed, his expression growing more serious. âThis ainât just busy. Youâre running yourself ragged. What the hell are ya doing to yourself?â
With a frustrated sigh, you grabbed the phone and tucked it into the front of your bra, the slight pressure reminding you that you needed to hurry. Balancing your phone precariously, you snatched up your work bag and keys, your hands clumsy with the rush. Your fingers were already cold from the constant running around, and you fought the urge to drop everything as you made your way to the car.
The engine roared to life as you slid into the driverâs seat and connected your phone to the Bluetooth system. Katsukiâs voice crackled through the speakers, a gruff but familiar comfort amidst the car noises.Â
âHey, you there?â
âYeah, yeah, Iâm here,â you replied, blowing a raspberry into the phone. The sound was a mix of frustration and exhaustion, and you could almost hear Katsukiâs brow raise as he responded.
âYou sound outta breath. Whatâs the deal?â
You chuckled softly, though it was more of a tired exhale. âJust the usual,â you said, your eyes darting between the road and the clock on the dashboard. âRunning late, trying to get everything done. Itâs been a mess.â
Katsukiâs voice grew more insistent. âAre ya eating properly? Getting enough sleep? You know, ya need to take care of yourself.â
You huffed, trying to focus on the road while keeping up with the conversation. âIâm eating, sleep is a luxury right now. Iâm managing, Katsuki.â
His voice softened, though it still carried an edge of concern. âThatâs not an answer, you know. You sound like youâre pushing yourself too hard. I donât want you burning out.â
You adjusted the carâs air conditioning, the cool breeze a slight relief against the heat of your exhaustion. âIâm fine. Just got a lot on my plate. You know how it is.â
âWell, if you say so,â Katsuki said, though the worry in his tone was evident. âJust make sure youâre not running on empty. I want to see you in one piece when I get back.â
The call ended as you pulled into the parking lot of your workplace. You felt a pang of guilt but pushed it aside as you grabbed your work bag and keys, the day ahead looming large.
âIâm in the parking lot. So Iâll call you when I get out, okay?â
â âS fine with me.â
âK, bye.â
You blew a smooch into the phone and quickly hung up before you could cry. Itâs not like you wanted to lie to Katsuki. Your boyfriend was THE human lie detector and hated liars. But you also didnât want to worry him while he was out on missions. But alas, those were all thoughts for later as you gently turned off the car and put your game face on before getting out the car and making your way towards the building.Â
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Your shift at work was as rough as youâd anticipated. Your manager was insistent about you picking up extra hours, their voice rising in frustration over minor issues. Customers were grumpy, complaints frequent, and the constant flow of tasks left you feeling drained.Â
The office felt like a maze of gray cubicles and muted tones, the hum of fluorescent lights buzzing softly overhead. As you sat at your desk, the familiar clutter of technical documents and graphic layouts surrounded you. The scent of strong coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of printer ink. You rubbed your eyes, a sigh escaping your lips as you pushed through another round of proofreading.
Just then, your phone buzzed, and you fumbled to pull it from your drawer, glancing at the screen to see a message from Masha in HR. It was a reminder about the formal complaint you needed to submit to get your overdue salary processed. You frowned, the weight of the situation settling heavily on your shoulders.
âAnother thing to deal with,â you muttered, tapping out a quick response before setting the phone aside. Your fingers flew over the keyboard, drafting the formal complaint with a precision that belied your growing exhaustion. Every keystroke felt like an effort, each sentence a struggle to convey the frustration and urgency of your situation.
The clock ticked slowly, its rhythmic ticking amplifying the silence of the office as colleagues murmured and typed away in their own bubbles. You glanced at the pile of papers on your deskâtechnical documents, project briefs, and some rough sketches for graphics that youâd been tasked with. The contrast between your university days, filled with creative media projects and dynamic video production, and this monotonous office job was striking.Â
You missed the excitement of storytelling and visual creation, but here you were, grinding away for the paycheck that barely seemed worth the effort right now.
Rent was due next week, and the thought of it gnawed at your mind. You tapped your pen nervously against the desk, trying to suppress the mounting anxiety. Your minimal savings were earmarked for tuition, and borrowing money from anyone, let alone Katsuki, was not an option you wanted to consider. The last thing you needed was for him to find out and make a fuss about it, turning your personal financial troubles into a point of contention.
As you took a deep breath and hit âsendâ on the formal complaint, the stress of the past few weeks seemed to coalesce into a single, throbbing headache. Your hands were trembling slightly as you reached for the small, lukewarm cup of coffee on your desk, the caffeine offering a temporary, hollow comfort.
âHey, can you cover this layout for me?â your colleague, Jenna, asked as she leaned over your cubicle wall. Her voice was chipper, a sharp contrast to the mental fog you were drowning in.
âSure,â you said, forcing a smile as you accepted the additional task. Your mind drifted to the weekend, a distant hope of relaxation and a momentary escape from the whirlwind of deadlines and obligations. But even that felt out of reach as you buried yourself in work, hoping that somewhere amidst the chaos, a solution would present itself.
The minutes stretched into hours, the ticking of the clock a relentless reminder of how quickly time was slipping away. As the workday dragged on, your thoughts constantly circled back to your financial situation and how you might manage to cover rent without dipping into your savings or burdening anyone else. The weight of it all felt almost unbearable, and you silently wished for a moment of reprieve.
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Finally, with mercy, your shift finally ended, you felt a wave of relief wash over you, but it was quickly overshadowed by exhaustion. You shuffled out of the office, your steps heavy and laden with fatigue.
The breakroom coffee youâd chugged was doing its best to keep you awake, but the jolt of caffeine did little to ease the sleepy buzz that had settled over you.
Your drive home was a blur, punctuated only by the occasional beep of your carâs dashboard and the monotonous hum of the engine. When you finally pulled into your parking spot, a sense of dread washed over you as you fished out your phone to check the latest update on your pay. The notification confirmed what you feared: your salary wouldnât be processed for another week.
A gasp of frustration and disbelief escaped your lips, the sound echoing in the confined space of your car. You slammed your hands on the steering wheel, barely containing the urge to scream. The crushing weight of bills, looming deadlines, and the crushing reality of your financial situation finally broke through your walls of composure. Tears sprang to your eyes, spilling over as you let the frustration and sadness flow freely.
The emotional release was almost too much to bear, and as the tears flowed, the inside of your carâs windows fogged up, the steamy haze blurring your vision. You cracked the windows slightly, hoping to let some of the oppressive heat and steam escape.Â
As the cool air started to seep in, you caught sight of Katsukiâs footprints on your windshieldâevidence of the time heâd spent with his dogs on your dashboard, walking them around while you were driving. The sight of his footprint, a tangible reminder of his absence, made your heart ache even more.
The memory of him removing his footing while you had been driving around, convinced youâd seen a turtle on the side of the road, flashed through your mind.
Turns out it was a really moldy round rock and while you wanted to keep it, Katsuki made you leave the so-called âturtle,â which heâd dismissed as a weird rock, insisting it might be cursed and, âI donât fuck with no spooky shit.â The thought of his spiky but playful protective nature contrasted sharply with the weight of your current situation.
Your mascara had bled and smeared, leaving dark streaks on your cheeks. You fumbled for tissues in the glove compartmentâanother thoughtful gift from Katsuki. With shaking hands, you dabbed at your face, trying to clean up the smudged makeup and regain some semblance of composure.Â
But fuck the tissues because you wanted Katuski to wipe your tears, not Puffs with lotion.Â
Taking a deep breath, you grabbed your work bag and keys from the passenger seat. Despite the fact that you had no classes tomorrowâa silver lining provided by Mrs. Yamadaâs decision to cancel due to the pleasant weatherâyou felt an emotional heaviness. You forced yourself to get out of the car, each step toward the building feeling like a mile.
The elevator ride up to your floor was a quiet, solitary journey. You leaned against the wall, trying to steady your breathing and calm your racing thoughts. When the elevator doors finally opened, you walked down the hallway with heavy steps, each footfall echoing your exhaustion and frustration.
You reached your door and, with a tired sigh, unlocked it and stepped inside. The familiar, quiet space of your apartment was both a refuge and a reminder of everything you were trying to manage. The world outside was still bustling, but here, in this small sanctuary, you could finally let down your guard.
Letting out another deep breath as you took in the comforting but humble surroundings. Your mind wandered to the weekend ahead, hoping for some respite and relaxation despite everything else. For now, you allowed yourself a moment to just be, to acknowledge the fucked up situation you were in and space out before you would have to be an active adult again.Â
You slid down against the door, exhaustion making every movement feel labored. The cool, hard floor felt oddly comforting against your back as you contemplated the idea of slipping off your shoes and socks and crawling straight into bed. Your tired eyes were barely open when an unexpected, tantalizing scent wafted through the air, making you blink in confusion.
The smell was warm and inviting, reminiscent of the cozy autumn walks you take with Katsuki. The memory of him lifting you onto his shoulders while you collected pinecones, playfully biting your ankles when you took âtoo longâ to pick out your favorites, made you smile through your tears. The scent brought a fleeting sense of comfort, but the question of who had been in your apartment and left it smelling so fresh and pleasant nagged at the back of your mind.
You pushed yourself up, the weariness making your movements slow and deliberate. As you wandered further into your apartment, you couldnât shake the feeling of disbelief. Your living space, which had been cluttered and messy, was now impeccably clean, as if it had been professionally cleaned. The familiar scent of pine and a hint of something else filled the air, wrapping around you like a warm, fragrant embrace.
Shaking off the disorientation, you followed the delicious aroma to the kitchen. Your eyes widened as you saw a pot of rice and another pot of rich, spicy beef and vegetable stew cooling on the stove. The sight was almost surrealâyour kitchen, which had been a chaotic mess just hours before, was now a haven of culinary comfort. The thought of someone cooking for you, despite your exhaustion, brought a mix of relief and confusion.
âWhat the fuck?!â
You blinked once, twice, harshly, trying to process the scene before you. With a mixture of curiosity and wariness, you padded softly back to the living room, hoping to make sense of the situation. The only light on was the soft glow of the lamp in the bathroom, casting a warm, clean light across the hallway and into your living room. The air was still, save for the faint sound of shuffling coming from your bedroom.
Heart racing, you moved toward the sound, each step slow and cautious. The clean scent from the bathroom lingered, and you couldnât help but notice how fresh and tidy it now seemed. You glanced back at the living room, which, in contrast to your earlier mess, now looked immaculate and inviting.
Heart pounding, you crept down the hallway, each step slow and deliberate. The freshly cleaned scent in the air did nothing to ease your anxiety. The apartment was spotlessâtoo spotless. Your mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. Maybe Michael had come back early and done this as a surprise? Or maybe Shoto, Izuku, or Jirou had somehow managed to sneak in, tidy everything, and leave without telling you.Â
After all, only Michael, Kirishima, and Shoto or Izuku had keys to your place in case of emergencies.
But Katsuki? He was out of state. He wouldnât be back for a while, and even if he had sent one of those cleaning services, they were always in and out in less than 30 minutes.Â
This... this wasnât right.
Your gaze darted toward the door. The shuffling sound from your bedroom had stopped. Panic began to settle in, a rising tension that had you frozen on the spot. You considered calling for help, but your phone was still on the floor by your purse, forgotten in the rush of trying to figure out what was happening. You didnât want to lose the element of surprise.
With a nervous breath, you reached for the flower vase sitting on the narrow hallway table. The roses inside were fresh, their deep crimson petals just beginning to open up. You mentally apologized to them as you dumped the flowers onto the floor, water splashing around the vase. Your hands moved swiftly, reaching inside for the TTI Glock 34 hidden beneath the stems. The cold metal felt heavier than usual in your hand, but you werenât about to hesitate.Â
You werenât going to die in your own apartmentânot like this.
Holding your breath, you stalked closer to the bathroom. You could hear the faint echo of your heart beating in your ears. Quietly, with practiced precision, you closed the door behind you without letting it click, trapping the scent of cleanliness inside. There was no turning back now. The apartment had become unfamiliar, and whoever or whatever was in your room needed to be dealt with.
You crept toward the bedroom, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as you got closer. The shifting sounds had stopped. Whoever it was, they were still inside. You crouched, gun in hand, every muscle tensed as you approached the door. Then, without warning, the door to your bedroom swung open with a loud
"BAM!"
The sound reverberated through the walls as darkness loomed before you. Instinct took over.
You fired two quick shots into the void, the deafening bangs ringing in your ears. The muzzle flashes lit up the shadows, revealing nothing but an empty room. Your heart hammered in your chest as you stared into the stillness.Â
Silence.
"Fuck this!" you muttered under your breath, adrenaline kicking into high gear.
Without thinking twice, you bolted down the hallway. Your feet were heavy, thudding against the carpet as you ran, and the door to your apartment swung open behind you. You burst into the dimly lit hallway, the dingy orange carpet and faded yellow lighting never looking so welcoming. The familiar smell of old apartments and chipped paint wrapped around you as you sprinted toward the elevator.
Your breaths came in ragged gasps, your legs pumping as fast as they could. Most of your neighbors were either still at work or too old to have heard the gunshots, but there was no way you were sticking around to find out. You slapped the elevator button, glancing nervously back down the hallway.
You stood in front of the doors waiting, breathless and confused, waiting for the sound of footsteps or the telltale signs of someone chasing after you.Â
But⊠nothing.Â
The air was still, almost too still, and when you turned around, your heart pounding in your throat, you saw nothing. No one was following you. No shadowy figure, no intruder, no ominous movement at all.Â
Just you.
That rush of fear was starting to ebb away, replaced by an unsettling new sensationâdoubt. Did you get them? The thought made your heart skip, but worse than that, another horrifying possibility crept in:Â
Did you kill someone?
Your stomach dropped as if you'd just fallen from a cliff. The idea of itâof accidentally shooting someone, maybe even someone who had no intention of hurting youâwas almost too much to bear.
You pressed a shaky hand against the wall, your mind racing.
What would happen if it was true? What if you had killed someone in a panic? Your knees felt weak, and the edges of your vision blurred with panic.
âWhat would happen to me? What would happen to Katsuki when they found out his girlfriend had killed someone? The girlfriend of the Number 2 Pro Hero, a murderer?â
âWhatâs Katsuki gonna do?â
The thought sent a cold wave of nausea through you. You wanted to throw up right there in the hallway, but your stomach was so empty that all you could do was dry swallow, your mouth tasting like metal and dread. âWhat would the courts say? Would I go to jail? What would happen to Katsuki's career?âÂ
Your thoughts spiraled, knotting together into an unbearable weight pressing down on your chest.
You swallowed hard, trying to force the rising panic back down. The hallway around you blurred for a second, the dim, dingy orange carpet now looking stainedâlike it was soaked in blood. You blinked hard, shaking your head.Â
It was just the light, just your mind playing tricks on you. You forced yourself to look away from the carpet, your eyes trailing back to your apartment door. It was still ajar, spilling the warm, pale hallway light into the void of your dark apartment. The contrast was jarringâthe safe, slightly worn familiarity of the hallway outside clashing with the pitch-black uncertainty inside your home.
Your home.
You pressed your back against the wall, trying to steady yourself. âYou couldnât leave this unfinished. If you did accidentally kill someone, youâd have to take responsibility. You had to know.â And if it was an intruder, then, well... that was another layer of mess you'd have to deal with.
But God, you were so done.
The exhaustion from the double shifts, the lack of sleep, the unpaid billsâit all weighed you down, made your legs feel like lead as you slowly moved forward. Maybe that's why you found yourself inching toward your open door instead of running away.
Maybe that's why, instead of thinking clearly, you fumbled with your purse, your fingers shaking as you dug through it to find your phone. Instead of flicking on the light switch by the door, you opened the flashlight app, shining its weak beam into the suffocating darkness of your apartment.
The soft glow from your phone barely penetrated the void, but it was enough to make out familiar shapesâthe edge of your coffee table, the corner of the couch, the faint outline of your kitchen down the hall. It almost looked normal. Almost. But something was wrong. You could feel it in your bones.
And then you felt it.
Before you could even process what was happening, something hot and large clamped down around your arm. A flash of pure, raw panic shot through you, freezing your blood in your veins. Your heart leapt into your throat, and you barely had time to let out a sharp, breathless gasp before another handâbigger, strongerâcovered your mouth, smothering any scream you couldâve made.
The force of it drove you backward, your body colliding with the floor as the figure pulled you into the apartment. The scent of clean linen and something warmer filled your senses, overpowering everything else. You thrashed instinctively, your pulse roaring in your ears, but the grip on you didnât falter.Â
The hand around your mouth tightened, silencing you even as you tried to cry out.
Your mind raced, trying to piece together what was happening. You couldnât see anything except the faint glow of your phone, now flickering as it dropped from your hands onto the floor. Your gunââWhere the hell was your gun?!â
It was smacked outta your hand when the figure grabbed you, and now, it was probably somewhere in the apartment, out of reach.
âStop fuckinâ squirming,â a low voice growled against your ear, sending a violent shiver down your spine.
The voice was familiarâso achingly familiar that your panic began to wane just enough for recognition to slip through the fog of fear. The heat of his breath, the roughness of his palm, the way his body radiated warmth even through the tension. You blinked hard, gasping into the hand that covered your mouth, your mind racing to catch up.
âKatsuki?â Your voice was muffled, barely audible against his skin.
His grip loosened a fraction, his palm sliding off your mouth just enough for you to catch a real breath. You gasped for air, your chest heaving as you tried to process everything.Â
The fear, the relief, the utter confusion.
"Yeah," he muttered, his voice rough and low. He didnât release you right away, keeping you firmly against him, his hot breath still brushing against your ear. "The hell were you thinking? Firing like that in the dark? You couldâve fuckinâ shot me!"
You slumped against him, half in shock, half in frustration. Your heart was still pounding, your limbs still trembling, but the flood of relief that came with recognizing his voice nearly brought you to tears. He was here. He wasnât supposed to be, but he was.
âI didnât know it was you,â you rasped, your voice shaky as you fought to steady your breathing. âWhy the hell are you sneaking around my apartment?! I thought I was gonna die!â
Katsukiâs deadpan expression barely shifted as he lifted you up and unceremoniously dropped you onto the sofa. The cushions sighed under your weight, but before you could even adjust yourself, he was already stalking across the room.
His broad back was tense, and the muscles of his arms flexed beneath his shirt as he moved with precision, a wolf-like focus in the way he carried himself.
"Okay, letâs start with this," he began, his tone rough and low, his eyes flickering briefly over his shoulder at you. âI'm glad you can defend yourself. If I was some regular asshole, I'd be dead for sure.â
You blinked at him, still in disbelief, trying to process everything that had just happened. Your heart was still pounding, your body still reeling from the shock, and yet here he was, as calm as ever. He flipped on the hallway light with a casual flick, casting a soft glow over the apartment.
âStay,â he huffed, his voice gruff, as if you were some unruly puppy he needed to wrangle.
He moved toward the dining area, and you turned your head to follow his movements. You watched as his calloused fingers picked up your steel pieceâyour gunâfrom where it had fallen, handling it with ease.
There was no hesitation in the way he moved, no sign of the earlier chaos as he handled the weapon. It was like he had done this a thousand times before, like the situation was perfectly normal for him.
You craned your neck a little more, catching sight of him as he knelt to collect the discarded roses from the hallway floor. He carefully placed your gun back into the vase where you had originally stashed it, as if putting everything back in its proper order, like nothing had happened. His shadow moved fluidly across the walls as he did so, and the tension in the air didnât lessenâif anything, it deepened.
And then, he turned back toward you, his face unreadable, but those vermillion eyesâGod, those eyesâlocked onto yours like a predator zeroing in on its prey. He didnât say a word, not yet, but the intensity of his gaze was enough to make your breath hitch.
The soft glow of the hallway light outlined his figure, casting sharp shadows on his jawline, the dim illumination making him look both softer and somehow more dangerous at the same time.
He stalked back over to you, each step deliberate, never once breaking eye contact. His eyes bored into yours, and you felt as though he could see through every layer of your confusion, your fear, and your relief. You tried to smile, to break the tension, but it felt weak under his unrelenting stare.
Katsuki finally stopped in front of you, his steps coming to a halt as he sat down on the coffee table across from you. The wood creaked slightly under his weight, but he didnât seem to care. He spread his legs a little, bracing his elbows on his knees, leaning forward slightly, his powerful body now looming closer, radiating heat and energy.
He was dressed down tonightâjust a black skull t-shirt that clung to his frame and a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips.
Casual, relaxed, almost like he had been home for a quiet night in. Yet here he was, looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. He had this way of making everything else disappear when he focused on you like that, making your breath catch in your throat.
He sat there, silent, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped loosely between them. His back was slightly hunched as he leaned forward, making him look even more intense. His face was unreadable, and yet there was an edge to itâsomething simmering just below the surface, just beneath those sharp, vermillion eyes that hadnât left yours for a second.
You shifted uncomfortably on the sofa under the weight of his gaze. âUh, hey babe?â you said, your voice weak, barely above a whisper. You tried to giggle, to play it off like you werenât utterly rattled, but the sound died awkwardly in your throat.
Katsuki didnât move. His eyes remained fixed on you, not even a flicker of amusement crossing his face. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his jaw tight, the muscle there clenching slightly.Â
He wasnât buying it.
You swallowed hard, unsure of what to say or do next. The silence between you stretched out, heavy and oppressive, like a thick fog settling in the room. The only sound was the faint hum of the hallway light and the ticking of the clock on the wall.
For what felt like an eternity, you just sat thereâhim staring at you like youâd just committed the ultimate offense, and you shrinking under the weight of it. His gaze didnât waver, not even once, and you could feel the intensity of his thoughts even if he wasnât saying a word.
Your hands fidgeted in your lap, fingers twisting together as the nerves bubbled up inside you.Â
âKatsuki, Iââ you started, but the words trailed off, your voice faltering under the scrutiny.
Katuski considers you carefully for a moment, just a moment. Before slowly rising from his spot on the coffee table and making his way to the kitchen, flicking the light on, and you hear the opening of your cabinets and your favorite mug being taken out before your tap is run. Katsuki returns, makes his way to your dining room to also turn on the lights and then to your front door that he locks before also turning on the lights.Â
Then, he finally makes his way back to you and hands you the mug that you accept with both hands and he doesnât let go until you take three small sips at first and he sets himself back down in front of you. Itâs not until your fifth sip that you realize he turned on all the lights so you could feel exposed and vulnerable under his stare. You almost choke on that, but hold it down in favor of meeting your boyfriend's gaze again.Â
He finally spoke, his voice low and measured, but there was a tightness there, like he was barely holding back. âWhat the fuck was that, huh?â His eyes narrowed slightly, the air around him crackling with restrained emotion. âYou really think lying to me was a good idea?â
Your breath caught in your throat. Lying? You blinked, confusion mixing with the remnants of panic, but you didnât get a chance to speak before Katsuki leaned in closer, his face now hovering just inches from yours. The intensity of his gaze didnât falter, those sharp vermillion eyes pinning you in place.
âLetâs not pretend,â he said, his voice dripping with a strange, unsettling calm. âYou think I didnât notice? That I couldnât tell?â His lips curled into a smirk, but there was nothing playful about it. The way his eyes glinted, the way the tension in his jaw flexedâit was something far more dangerous.
âWhen didââ you started, but Katsuki cut you off, his tone sharp as a blade.
âWhen did I get back?â he asked, already knowing where your mind had gone. His smile widened, and the expression twisted something deep in your gut. His canines flashed, sharp and predatory, as the smirk grew into something almost menacing. âRight after you hung up the phone with me.â
Your stomach dropped. He heard? You should have known better. The way youâd tried to sound fine, the excuses you made about not being able to eat, the way your voice had shaken when youâd reassured him you were âdoing greatââhe hadnât bought any of it. Heâd come home right early, and heâd known.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued, âAnd you wanna know what I saw the second I walked in? You. Not taking care of yourself.âÂ
âAgain.â
The words hit you like a slap. Your mind raced back to everything over the last few daysâthe lack of sleep, barely eating, pushing yourself to the point of collapse. You thought you could hide it. But Katsuki wasnât fooled. He never was.
âYou lied to me,â he said, his voice softer now, but no less dangerous. âTold me you were fine, that you were âhandling things.ââ He chuckled darkly, his smile stretching wider.
âLook at you. Does this look like âfineâ to you?â
You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry, as the weight of his words settled over you like a suffocating blanket. Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to form an excuse, something to explain yourself, but the words wouldnât come.
Katsukiâs gaze hardened, and he leaned back slightly, his arms crossing over his chest as if he were preparing for the final verdict.
âI trusted you to take care of yourself while I was gone, and what do you do? You starve yourself. You donât sleep. You get so out of it you nearly put a bullet through your own damn apartment. All while telling me everythingâs âgreat.ââ
You could hear the frustration lacing his words now, the anger simmering just beneath the surface. But there was something elseâsomething deeper, more raw, hiding in the way his voice shook ever so slightly when he said the word trusted.
"I triedâ" you started, your voice barely above a whisper, but it felt so hollow even to your own ears. Katsuki wasnât having it.
âTried?â His voice cracked with a dangerous laugh, one that sent chills down your spine. âYou tried? No, you didnât âtry.â You hid from me. You lied because you thought you could handle everything on your own.â
He leaned forward again, the smile never fading, but this time it was sharper, darker, the full display of his teeth and sharp canines making him look almost feral. His red eyes widened slightly as he stared down at you, and there was an unsettling gleam in them now, something wild and untamed.
âBut you canât, can you?â he continued, his voice almost a mockery of sweetness. âYou canât take care of yourself. So guess what?â He leaned in close, so close you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin. âIâm doing it for you.â
Your heart lurched in your chest as his words sank in. There was something terrifying about the calmness in his tone, the way he spoke as if it was a simple fact, something decided without question.
âYouâre not eating? Iâll make sure you eat. Youâre not sleeping? Donât worry, Iâll fix that too.â His smile grew wider, more sinister, as if he were enjoying the thought of it. His sharp canines glinted under the light, and it felt like you were staring into the eyes of a predator.
The intensity of his gaze was suffocating, his red eyes burning into yours, and for a moment, you couldnât move, couldnât speak. His presence was overwhelming, his words wrapping around you like chains, trapping you in the reality of what was happening.
Katsukiâs voice dropped to a whisper, but it was no less terrifying. âFrom now on, you donât get to make that call. You donât get to decide when youâre âfineâ or when you need help. I do.â
Your throat tightened as you tried to find the right words, the right explanation, but there was nothing that would make this better. You had lied. You had pushed yourself too far, and now you were facing the consequences. But Katsuki wasnât just angry. He was something elseâsomething scarier.
He reached out, cupping your face gently with one large, calloused hand, his thumb brushing softly over your cheek. But the look in his eyes, the smile still pulling at his lips, made the gesture feel anything but comforting. He hooks his other palm on the underside of your calve and squeezes it twice.Â
âIâm gonna take care of you,â he whispered, his voice soft but deadly serious. âEven if I have to drag you kicking and screaming. Understand?â Katsuki dips his face lower, closer to yours as his pupils bore into your own.
You nodded, unable to find your voice, your chest tight with fear and guilt. Katsukiâs thumb traced your jawline, his touch deceptively gentle, but the look in his eyes was unrelenting.
âThatâs what I thought,â he said, his smile finally fading, replaced with that hard, determined expression you knew all too well. He stood up slowly, towering over you, and as he did, the weight of his presence pressed down on you like a storm.
He wasnât giving you a choice.
And you knew there was no fighting him. Not when he was like this.
Katsuki stood over you, eyes narrowing slightly as he reached for the mug in your hand. His fingers brushed yours, and before you could protest, he gently tugged it from your grasp, tilting the cup toward your lips. The cold refreshing liquid hit your tongue, and you blinked in surprise, forced to drink it all at his pace. His gaze was steady, unyielding, as if this small act of making sure you finished the drink was a matter of life and death.Â
There was no room for resistance.
"All of it," he muttered, and you obeyed, the warmth of the drink doing little to soothe the knot of nerves twisting in your stomach.
Once you drained the last of the mug, Katsuki set it aside with a soft clink and guided you to your feet. His grip was firm but not rough, the warmth of his palm grounding you as he led you through the bright apartment.
The light filtering through the bulbs was harsh compared to the dark tension that had settled between you two. Your heart pounded in your chest as you followed, your mind still trying to process everything that had just happened.
When he brought you to the bathroom, you turned to shoo him out. âI can handle this part,â you muttered, half-heartedly trying to get some semblance of control back. But Katsuki remained solid as a wall, unmoving, his eyes fixed on you. One eyebrow arched in that sharp, expectant way of his, and you knew you had no choice.
With a resigned sigh, you began stripping down, feeling the weight of his gaze linger, even though he wasn't watching you like that. His focus was intense, like he was making sure you didnât skip a single step.
Katsuki stepped forward and locked the door behind him with a soft click, the sound echoing in the small, tiled space. The air between you thickened as he moved to turn on the water in your freshly cleaned shower, the spray sputtering to life.
Steam rose, filling the room, curling into the corners like a mist creeping through your thoughts. He tested the water with his hand, adjusting the temperature before turning to you, his eyes softer now, but no less serious.
âGet in,â he said, the command laced with care. His hand hovered near your elbow, ready to steady you as you stepped into the tub. You felt small under his watchful eye, but also cared for in a way that made your throat tighten.
Once you were safely under the warm spray, Katsuki turned away slightly, giving you some space, though he stayed close. He wasnât leaving. Not until he was satisfied. You stood there for a moment, feeling the water cascade over your body, washing away the grime and exhaustion that clung to your skin.
You knew you had about five minutes before he turned back around, so you hurried, scrubbing yourself down with more effort than usual.
It wasnât long before he came back, his eyes flicking over you with a critical, almost soft look. Satisfied with your effort, Katsuki reached for the showerhead and rinsed you off himself, his hands guiding the water over your skin. He was gentle, methodical, like he was handling something precious.Â
And in his eyes, thatâs exactly what you are.
After rinsing you clean, Katsuki gestured for you to sit down in the tub. The air was thick with the scent of soap and steam, but beneath it all was the tension that neither of you had fully addressed. As you lowered yourself into the bubbles that Katsuki had added, you felt your face flush at the intimacy of it all.
âYa know,â he began, his voice rough but laced with something deeper, âwhen I got home early, I was happy.â
You looked up at him, blinking away the water droplets clinging to your lashes. His back was to you as he rummaged through the cabinet, but there was a weight in his words that made your chest tighten. Happy? You hadnât expected that, not after the way things had spiraled today.
âKirishima already went up to surprise your little friend,â he continued, his voice casual but still laced with that undeniable edge of possessiveness.
He found a bottle of your favorite bath oil and added a few drops to the water, the subtle scent filling the room. Katsuki always had a way of paying attention to details like that. Things you didnât even think he noticed.
âSo it was just gonna be me and you this weekend. Me and my girlfriend.â
The way he said my girlfriend made your pulse quicken. There was something about the way Katsuki spoke when it came to you, the way he claimed the words, made them his own. It was possessive, sure, but not in the suffocating way.
It was like he was reminding you that you were his priority, even when you couldnât take care of yourself.
He finally turned back to you, kneeling by the tub so that his eyes were level with yours. The light in the room flickered, casting shadows across his sharp features, making him look even more intense. His vermilion eyes locked onto yours, and it felt like he was staring straight into your soul.
âSo it was gonna be me and you,â he repeated, his voice quieter now but no less serious. âBut instead, I come home to find you falling apart.â His hand reached out, fingers brushing over the wet strands of your hair, pushing them back from your face. The gesture was soft, but there was a weight behind it.
âWhat the hell, babe? You canât even take care of yourself while Iâm gone?â
You opened your mouth to respond, to explain, but he cut you off with a small shake of his head.
Katsukiâs hands were firm but gentle as he lathered your hair with shampoo, his fingers working through your scalp in deep, circular motions.
The pressure was so perfect that your eyes fluttered shut, a low hum escaping your throat as your body relaxed into the bath. It was embarrassing how good it felt, how every stroke of his fingers seemed to melt away the exhaustion clinging to your bones.
You could barely keep your head up, and just as your eyes threatened to roll back in your head, Katsuki splashed water at your face, jolting you back to reality.
âOi, donât go passing out on me just yet,â he muttered, though there was a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He shifted behind you, grabbing the showerhead to rinse out the soap, the warm water cascading down your back as he continued his work. The rhythmic sound of water filled the space, a stark contrast to the gruffness in his voice.
âYouâre lucky I didnât pounce on your ass the second you walked back into the apartment, lookinâ all messed up like that,â Katsuki grumbled, his hands sliding down your shoulders to scrub your back.
His fingers traced the curve of your spine, his touch lingering as he was refamiliarizing himself with every dip and curve.Â
âYou think I like seeinâ you like this? All run-down and weak? Youâve got more in you than this.â
Katsuki paused, his hand hovering over your shoulder, and you could feel the weight of his stare even though you werenât looking at him. âI just want you to be healthy. To take care of yourself the way I know you can.â
His hand moved down, scrubbing your arms with the washcloth, his roughness tempered by the care behind every stroke. âI get it, lifeâs a pain in the ass sometimes, but you donât get to fall apart like this. Not when Iâm around to make sure youâre good.â
His words were gruff, but there was something softer beneath the surfaceâa quiet worry that heâd never fully admit to. Katsuki rinsed you off, the soap sliding down your body as he worked, his attention never wavering.
As he moved to scrub your legs, his touch slowed for just a moment.
âYouâre tough,â he muttered, almost to himself, his hand brushing along the curve of your thigh. âBut that doesnât mean youâve gotta do everything on your own. Iâm here, alright?â
He rinsed you one last time, his hand lingering at the small of your back as if anchoring you to the moment.
âAnd donât think Iâm letting you off the hook that easy,â he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. âYou owe me for not jumping your ass the second I saw you. But first, weâre gonna get you back to being you again.â
Your heart pounded, a mix of guilt and gratitude swirling in your chest. Katsuki wasnât asking for permission. He was telling you. And part of you was relieved that you didnât have to carry this burden alone anymore.
âNo excuses,â he muttered, his fingers trailing down to tilt your chin up so you couldnât look away. His thumb brushed against your lips, lingering there for a moment. âYou donât get to lie to me about this anymore.â
His gaze softened, but the intensity of his words remained. âIâm gonna make sure youâre alright. Even if that means watching over you every damn second.â
You nodded, the movement small, but Katsuki saw it. His hand dropped from your chin, and he leaned back, standing up to his full height as he grabbed a towel from the rack.
âGood,â he said, his voice softer now. He draped the towel over his shoulder and held out his hand to help you out of the tub. The air was cool against your skin as you stepped out the tub, his touch lingering on your shoulders as he pulled you close. The weight of the day seemed to melt away in that moment, leaving just the two of you standing there in the quiet.
Katsuki is rough around the edges, sure. But when it came to you, there was no doubtâheâd take care of you, fuck everyone else.
Katsuki wrapped the fluffy towel around your body, still warm and soft from the dryer. You nuzzled into it, relishing the feeling of warmth against your skin, the scent of fresh laundry lingering in the air. His chuckle was low, almost rumbling through his chest as he set you gently on the bath mat.
"Wait here," he said, his voice firm yet filled with that protective edge youâd grown so used to. You sat obediently, the towel cocooning you in its comforting warmth as Katsuki disappeared briefly.
When he returned, he carried a chair from the dinning and placed it in front of the bathroom mirror. He motioned for you to sit, and you did so without protest. The exhaustion still clung to you, but the care he was giving made it easier to just lean into his routine. You felt his fingers work through your damp hair with gentle precision as he sectioned it off to braid.Â
The motions were firm but soft, practiced as if he had done this countless times before. You closed your eyes, letting yourself relax under his touch as he skillfully wove your hair into two simple, neat braids.
âThere,â he murmured, wrapping a towel around the ends to help them dry. âThat should do for now.â He gave you a brief once-over, satisfied with his work.
Next, Katsuki grabbed a toothbrush and came back toward you, squeezing a dollop of toothpaste onto it. Before you could protest or joke, he pressed the brush gently against your lips, and you reluctantly opened your mouth.
As he began brushing, your lips curled in a playful pout, and you made an attempt to nip his fingers with a mischievous glint in your eyes. Katsukiâs reaction was immediate, pulling back just slightly before leaning in close, his face inches from yours, eyes glinting with amusement.
âYou really want me to bite you, huh?â he teased, voice low as his breath brushed your skin. You pouted but couldnât stop the smile from creeping in. Slowly, you nodded, biting your lower lip. He smirked at your response, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder, just enough pressure to make you shiver.
Your breath hitched as you squeezed him, wrapping your arms around his waist, but the sound that almost escaped you was quickly stifled as you pulled back, burying your face into the towel.
Katsuki chuckled darkly, clearly pleased with himself. "Behave," he muttered, finishing with your teeth. He handed you the mouthwash next. âRinse,â he instructed, his eyes following your every move. You swished the cool liquid around before spitting it out, feeling oddly refreshed.
Once that was done, he moved on to the next part of his routineâyour skincare. His touch was methodical as he washed your face, scrubbing gently and making sure every inch of your skin was properly cared for.
You could feel the cool cleanser on your cheeks as he worked, and there was something oddly intimate about the way he treated each step like it was second nature.
âNo more mascara,â Katsuki said, narrowing his eyes as he gently dabbed a soft towel against your skin. âI want you to keep those damn lashes.â
You giggled at his comment, catching his eye in the mirror. âHitoshi says weâre the only ones who make insomnia look sexy,â you teased.Â
âDonât take compliments from a guy who needs a bag check for his fuckinâ eyes.â
You snorted, while Katsuki was rolling his eyes. âThat idiot looked like death last mission. He and Denki passed out under the table like a couple of idiots,â he said, shaking his head.Â
âWe should to check in on themââ
He interrupted, raising an eyebrow. âWe can check on them tomorrow.â
His gaze shifted, locking onto yours with a possessive glint that made your stomach flutter. âYouâre all mine this weekend. Those extras can wait.â
You blushed, your face softening as the weight of his words settled over you. The tenderness beneath his rough exterior always caught you off guard, especially when he showed it in moments like these. You felt a warmth spread through your chest, and for once, it wasnât just because of the cozy towel wrapped around you.
Katsuki reached into the drawer, grabbing your favorite lip oil with a casual confidence, but his movements slowed with deliberate care as he traced the line of your cupid's bow, filling in your lips with precise strokes.
You felt the cool glide of the oil over your lips, the faint scent of vanilla filling the air between you. Watching him concentrate so intensely on such a delicate task brought a smile to your face.
âI can remember the last time you did something like this~â
you teased, the sing-song lilt in your voice light, playful. His reaction was immediateâhis sharp vermillion eyes snapped back to yours, but his reddening ears gave him away. For all his confidence, a comment like that still managed to fluster him. The slight color spreading across his face wouldâve been easy to miss if you hadnât been watching him so closely.
His scowl deepened, and he growled, âSo you wanna get your ass knocked out or what?â
You giggled, placing one hand on his solid shoulder, your fingers brushing against the heat radiating from his skin. Then, with a grin, you pressed the crown of your head into the crook of his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin against your cheek.Â
âNooo, Iâm just so happy youâre here!â Your voice was soft, genuine, the relief and joy of his presence making you melt into the moment.
Katsukiâs tension ebbed as he rolled his eyes, the smallest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He let your teasing slide, his usual gruffness tempered by the tenderness he rarely let anyone else see.
Without a word, he scooped you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing, his strength effortless as he held you close to his chest. You clung to him, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt, his heartbeat steady under your palm.
âGod, I love your heartbeat.â
As he carried you through the apartment, Katsuki flicked off the lights with a casual swipe of his hand, the darkness closing in behind you both. When you entered your room, you were greeted with the fresh, clean scent of laundry detergent and something distinctly Katsuki.
You blinked in surprise, realizing just how spotless everything was.
The bed was made, your clothes folded, and the air felt lighter, even though your mirrorâstill cracked from earlierâreflected back the remnants of your impulsive outburst. The shards of glass had already been swept and vacuumed away, leaving no trace of the mess.
Before you could comment, Katsuki threw you onto the bed, your body bouncing lightly against the plush comforter. âHey!â you protested, mock indignation coloring your voice as you propped yourself up on your elbows, glaring at him.
He just smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âYouâre asking for it.â You narrowed your eyes, grabbing one of your stuffed animalsâa soft, well-loved bunnyâand held it up like a threat. âIâll throw all my stuffed animals at you, Katsuki, donât test me.â
But the playful moment quickly shifted, his expression darkening with a predatory edge. His eyes gleamed as he climbed onto the bed with slow, deliberate movements, the mattress sinking slightly under his weight as he stalked toward you, inch by inch, like a wild animal sizing up its prey. The air between you thickened, electric, and your breath caught in your throat.
"You really wanna do that, sweetheart?" His voice was low, dangerous, sending a shiver down your spine. His gaze flickered briefly to the stuffed bunny in your hand before it snapped back to your face. "When you know how I feel about your 'babies'?" The way he drawled out the wordâ"babies"âmade heat coil low in your stomach, your body responding involuntarily to the tension in the air.
Your grip on the bunny loosened, and without thinking, you let it drop from your hand. It tumbled onto the bed with a soft thud, forgotten, as you instinctively wrapped yourself tighter in the towel, your pulse quickening.
Katsukiâs smirk widened at your silence, his voice a low rumble as he teased, âWhat, no answer for me?â He leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, turning his ear toward you as if daring you to speak.
Instead of words, you leaned forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss against the shell of his ear, your breath warm against his skin. âNo,â you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Katsuki chuckled, the sound deep and satisfied. He tugged at the edge of your towel with one finger, pulling it down just enough to expose your neck, your pulse beating rapidly beneath your skin. His lips descended, pressing a hot, firm kiss against the sensitive spot just above your collarbone, his breath hot as he whispered against your skin,Â
âGood choice.â
Your breath hitched, your body shivering as you leaned into his touch, his kiss lingering like a brand against your flesh. The air around you was thick with unspoken words, the world outside fading away as you lost yourself in the warmth of his presence, the safety and intensity that only Katsuki could bring.
Katsukiâs hands reached for the hem of his skull-printed shirt, fingers curling as he lifted it over his head. The muscles in his arms and chest flexed with the movement, every line of his sculpted frame rippling with controlled power. He didnât bother tossing it aside like he normally would. Instead, he draped it over you, lowering it onto your head before helping you slip your arms through the sleeves.
You smiled softly as the worn fabric slid down your body, the familiar scent of Katsuki surrounding you like a comforting embrace. His shirt was huge on you, the edges brushing just past your thighs, the warmth of it melding with the heat radiating from him.
You shifted beneath him, looking up as he hovered over you, his palms bracing on either side of your head. The proximity made your heart race, the weight of his gaze sending a shiver of anticipation through your body. Katsukiâs sharp eyes softened for just a second, the intensity still present but tempered with something warmer, more intimate.
He didnât say anything as you wrapped your arms around his strong back, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath your fingers.
âCome here,â you murmured, giving him a gentle tap between his shoulder blades.
Without hesitation, Katsuki let himself drop, all the glorious warmth of his body pressing against you in a slow, controlled descent. The heavy weight of his chest flattened against yours, and you sighed in contentment, the closeness making you feel grounded.
Katsukiâs body, normally so explosive and full of barely contained energy, was now soft and pliant against you, like he was giving you the privilege of feeling his full, unfiltered presence.
Your hands naturally found their way to his spiky blonde hair, fingers threading through the surprisingly soft strands. For all the sharpness of his exterior, Katsukiâs hair was softer than most people knewâsomething only a select few had the privilege to experience. He guarded his personal space like a fortress, and it took time for him to let his guard down around anyone, let alone like this.
But with you, it was different. He was different.
He was your fussy Pomeranianâprickly to everyone else, but with a soft, loyal core.
You gently massaged his scalp, your nails scraping lightly against his skin as you worked through the spiked chaos of his hair. You could feel him relax, his tense shoulders loosening as he melted further into you, letting out a low grunt of approval. The sound was almost primal, a rumbling that vibrated through his chest and into yours.
You were so caught up in the moment, fingers tracing the line of his neck and combing through his hair, that you almost missed the sudden burst of air against your shoulder. It wasnât until you felt the wet tickle of his lips blowing a raspberry into your skin that you realized he was trying to get your attention.
âWhat theâKatsuki!â you squealed, laughing as the sound reverberated through your skin. He smirked against your shoulder, clearly pleased with himself.
He lifted his head slightly, his red eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. âYou listening now, or do I gotta do it again?â His voice was low, teasing, but there was that familiar edge of dominance underneath it all.
You huffed in mock annoyance, rolling your eyes before looking up at him. âWhat were you saying, genius?â
Katsuki grinned, the corners of his mouth twitching as he lowered himself again, letting his breath fan against your ear. âI said youâre lucky, you know that?â His voice was softer now, but it still held that commanding tone that sent a spark of heat through your chest.Â
âLucky I didnât pounce on you the second I got back.â
His words lingered in the air, heavy with implication, and your breath hitched as you met his gaze. The raw intensity in his eyes, that feral spark you loved so much, was back. It wasnât just a warningâit was a promise.
You swallowed, your voice coming out a little breathless. âYeah? And why didnât you?â
His grin widened as he pressed his forehead against yours, his voice dropping even lower. âBecause Iâm not an idiot. I could see you werenât takinâ care of yourself. And I ainât about to let my girl fall apart while Iâm gone.â
You blinked, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you, though his words held a stern undertone. He shifted slightly, his weight pressing more firmly against you as his hands slid up your sides, his thumbs brushing just under the hem of his shirt. The touch was possessive but careful, like he was reminding you who was in charge of your well-being now.
âI know you can take care of yourself,â he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple, âbut sometimes, you get stressed and forget.â His hands stilled, resting on your waist. âSo Iâm gonna do it for you.â
You couldnât help the small smile tugging at your lips. Katsuki, in his own gruff way, always knew exactly what you needed. And it wouldnât even admit it outright, he cared more than anyone youâd ever known.
You felt your hands tighten in his hair again, tugging gently as you let out a soft sigh. âIâm sorry,â you whispered, feeling a mix of affection and guilt. You knew you hadnât been taking care of yourself lately, but hearing him say it hit differently. It made you realize just how much heâd noticed, how much heâd been keeping track, even when he wasnât around.
Katsuki didnât say anything at first. Instead, he shifted his weight, lifting his head to look down at you again, his expression softening just a fraction. âYeah, well... just donât make me come home to that shit again, got it?â His voice was still gruff, but there was an undeniable warmth in his tone.
You nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. He didnât need to say it outright, but you knewâhe wasnât going anywhere. Not when it came to you.
Without another word, he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before nuzzling into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, and you let yourself relax under the weight of his body, feeling safe, loved, and cared for.
The two of you lay there in a soft, comfortable silence, the weight of Katsukiâs warm body settled against yours, his steady breath fanning over your skin.
His arms, strong yet gentle, stayed wrapped around your waist as if anchoring himself to you. The room was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of the sheets and the subtle creaking of the bed beneath your weight. You were about to close your eyes, savoring the moment, when you felt a slight flutter against your neck. His long eyelashes were brushing against your skin, tickling you softly.
You blinked, lifting your head slightly. "Katsuki, you alright?"
A muffled, "Yeah," came from him, his voice low and slightly hoarse as he nuzzled into the crook of your shoulder. But something in the way he said it made you pause. His head shifted, settling over your boob (chest), right where your heart was. The sensation of his ear pressing against your heartbeat sent a wave of warmth and electricity rushing through you. Your soul felt like it was lighting up, a familiar connection between you two sparking alive.
Katsuki reached for your hand, his calloused fingers weaving through yours with a gentleness that contrasted his usual roughness. He lifted your intertwined hands and pressed them over his own heart, resting them there. The sensation, the intimacy of the moment, sent a tingle through your entire body, filling you with an overwhelming sense of love and connection. It was rare for Katsuki to be this tender, to show you this vulnerable side of himself.Â
And yet, as you lay there, your heartbeats in sync, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
A soft, involuntary smile tugged at your lips as you looked down at him. You could feel the rhythm of his heart beneath your palm, steady and strong, and you were certain he could feel yours, too. The electric charge between you wasnât just emotional; it felt physical, like your very essence was reaching out to him, and he to you. Katsuki, usually so tough and guarded, was here in your arms, sharing this tender moment.
But as you lay there, soaking in the warmth of the moment, something shifted. Katsuki stiffened slightly in your arms, his body going rigid against yours. You could feel his breath hitch, and when you looked down, you saw the confusion in his eyes, the way they glistened with unshed tears. His brow furrowed, and for a moment, he looked completely lost, almost scared.
âHey, hey, whatâs wrong?â you asked, your voice laced with concern as you felt him tense even further. A flicker of panic shot through you. You knew how hard it was for Katsuki to express his emotions, and seeing him like this, vulnerable and on the verge of breaking down, tugged at something deep inside of you.Â
"Are you having those pains again? Is it your chest?!"
Katsuki shook his head quickly, but his face contorted, and he let out a sharp sniff, his breaths coming faster. His fingers squeezed yours, his grip tightening as his other arm wrapped around your waist with almost a desperate strength.
You could feel the heat rising off his skin, his body suddenly clammy as if he were in a battle. His muscles tensed and flexed, his jaw clenched as he tried to fight whatever emotions were threatening to spill out.
"'S alright," he mumbled into your chest, but you could hear the tremble in his voice, the way it cracked as if he were holding something back. He buried his face deeper against you, curling into your body as though trying to shield himself from the storm brewing inside him.
"No, 'S not alright," you countered softly, your hand moving to rub slow, calming circles over his sweaty back. "Come on, Katsu, you know you can tell me."
You felt his heart pounding harder against your hand, the frantic rhythm echoing through your palm. His breath hitched again, and you instinctively shifted, running your fingers through his hair to calm him. Your other hand moved to the back of his neck, rubbing the tension out of his tight muscles as his breaths came in shallow gasps.
Katsukiâs palms, usually dry and strong, grew slick with sweat, and you could feel his hands trembling as they gripped yours. He sniffed again, louder this time, his body shuddering as he tried to regain control. Several deep, shaky breaths followed, but he didnât pull away.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he lifted his head. His red eyes were rimmed with unshed tears, his lashes wet as he blinked them away. He sat up slowly, pulling himself out of your embrace, though he still held onto your hand like a lifeline. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his gaze distant as if he were trying to sort through the mess of emotions swirling inside him.
You reached up, gently brushing a tear away from his cheek. âBaby, talk to me, please.â
He swallowed thickly, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he struggled to find his voice. When he finally spoke, his words were soft, raw. âI dunno... I justââ He paused, his jaw clenched as he looked down at your hand still resting over his heart. âI dunno whatâs wrong with me.â
Your heart ached at the sight of him like this, so vulnerable and confused. Katsuki wasnât used to feeling things this deeply, wasnât used to letting anyone in like this. But here he was, breaking down in front of you, and all you wanted to do was hold him together.
You scooted closer, sitting up and pressing your forehead against his. âThereâs nothing wrong with you, Katsu,â you whispered, your voice soothing as you cupped his face in your hands. âYouâre just... feeling things. Itâs okay.â
Katsuki closed his eyes, his breath shuddering as he leaned into your touch. âI donât like it,â he muttered, his voice thick with frustration. âI donât like not... not being able to control it.â
You kissed his forehead softly, letting your lips linger there for a moment before pulling back. âYou donât always have to be in control. Itâs okay to let go sometimes.â
For a moment, he didnât respond, just sat there with his eyes closed, his breathing slowly evening out as he let your words sink in. When he finally opened his eyes again, they were still glassy, but the panic had faded, replaced by a quiet resolve. He looked at you with an intensity that took your breath away.
âYou make me feel things I donât know how to handle,â he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. âBut I donât... I donât wanna lose it.â
You smiled softly, your heart swelling as you pressed another gentle kiss to his cheek. âYou wonât lose it, Katsuki. Iâm here.â
Katsukiâs hand tightened around yours as he pulled back slightly, taking in a deep, steadying breath before speaking again. His eyes, still a little glassy but full of determination, met yours with a quiet intensity. âI didnât want to be away from you,â he started, his voice soft but firm. âEven if workâs important... to me, youâre more important.â
You opened your mouth to argue, to tell him that his work as a hero mattered, that it saved lives, but the look he gave you made you stop short. His gaze softened as it met yours, a silent plea for understanding. And instead of fighting back, you took his rough, calloused hands in yours, bringing them to your lips and pressing soft kisses to his knuckles. Then, with a small smile, you pressed his hands gently to your cheeks, letting him feel the warmth there, the quiet affection you had for him.
âIâm with you,â you whispered, and those simple words seemed to ease the tension in his body. He let out a slow breath, his chest rising and falling heavily before he continued.
âI get it,â he said, his voice a little stronger now. âWhy youâre always trying to be so independent. Youâve got your own life, your own goals, and I want to respect that.â His thumb gently brushed against your cheek as he spoke, as though grounding himself with your touch.
âBut I canât... I canât just sit by and watch you not take care of yourself. Sometimes... I feel like itâs my job to make sure youâre okay, âcause I... I love you.â
His voice cracked on those last words, and you saw the raw emotion flicker in his eyes. Katsuki wasnât used to being vulnerable like this, to letting people see the softer side of him. But he was here, laying it all bare in front of you. You could feel the weight of his words, the sincerity, the fear that maybe you didnât need him as much as he needed you. It tugged at something deep inside you.
âI love you, and I want to take care of you,â he went on, his grip on your hands tightening as if he were afraid to let go. âI wanna protect you, keep you safe, even when you donât think you need it. Itâs... itâs who I am. And Iâm not gonna apologize for it.â
Your heart swelled with affection, and you moved your hands over his arms, gently rubbing along the firm, tense muscles as you tried to soothe him. His skin was warm under your touch, and you could feel the faint tremble in his shoulders as he kept talking, the weight of his emotions finally spilling out.
âI just...â Katsuki paused, his voice faltering for a moment as he swallowed hard, trying to keep the lump in his throat at bay. âThis time away from you... it made me realize a lot. How much I love you, how much I need you around. I canât stand it when Iâm not with you, even if itâs just for a few days.â He let out a small, almost bitter chuckle. âYou probably think itâs stupid, huh?â
You smiled softly, shaking your head as you continued to run your hands over his arms, feeling the tension slowly melt away under your touch. âItâs not stupid,â you whispered. âI missed you too.â
Katsukiâs eyes flickered with relief, but there was still a hint of frustration lingering in his expression. âBut you... you donât take care of yourself, not the way you should,â he said, his voice more serious now. âYou always look after everyone elseâhell, you make sure everyoneâs okay, but you donât do the same for yourself. It drives me crazy.â
You gave him a playful smile, trying to lighten the mood just a little. âYou canât keep an eye on me all the time, Katsu.â
He huffed, narrowing his eyes at you. âThatâs the problem. I canât. And you donât make a habit of neglecting yourself, but when you do... youâre a hypocrite. Youâll run yourself into the ground to help everyone else, but then act like you donât need anyone to do the same for you.â
You wanna stick your tongue out at him but knowing Katsuki, heâd make you regret that all night long.Â
Katsukiâs intense gaze lingered, tracing every inch of you with a sharp, possessive look that made your heart race. His eyes moved from the top of your head, down the gentle curve of your neck, over the way his oversized skull shirt bunched up on your thighs, and down to your toes.
You could feel the weight of his stare, heavy with unspoken emotions, and for a moment, it seemed like the air between you thickened with tension.
Then he blinked, and it was like a fog lifting. He shifted, reaching into the deep pockets of his sweatpants with a small grunt. âI wanted to do this âright,â ya know,â he muttered, almost to himself, but the words were laced with that familiar gruffness. His fingers fiddled with something in his pocket, his focus still mostly on you.
âSpent weeks with those dumbassesâpicking out flowers, going through all these fancy restaurants, trying to get the perfect gift. Because youâre my girl, and I only get the best for you.â
His voice was low, raspy, and the way his eyes softened briefly before trailing down to your legs made your breath catch. His hand, rough and warm, ghosted over your ankle as if testing the waters before his grip tightened, just enough to pull you slightly closer with a small, teasing tug.
The movement startled you, and you yelped, instinctively wrapping the towel tighter around your waist as you scrambled upright, your heart hammering against your ribs. Katsukiâs laughter rumbled through the room, deep and genuine, the sound like warm honey coating the air. He was taking in the sight of your flustered reaction with a wicked grin plastered on his face.
âKats,â you started, still catching your breath as you eyed him suspiciously, âwhat are you getting at?â
The mischievous gleam in his eyes returned, that familiar cocky, dangerous look that always made your pulse quicken. His grin softened into something more meaningful, more grounded, but still tinged with that wild spark. That look in his eye? It was the one that always had you convinced that all the hot ones were definitely crazy.
âIâve wanted this for a long time,â he confessed, his voice dropping into something more intimate, more vulnerable.
âSince I met you.â
You blinked, watching as his gaze flickered down to your bare legs. His jaw clenched for a split second, and he let out a low curse under his breath. âShouldâve used that damn lotion,â he muttered, almost to himself, clearly irritated that he hadnât taken the chance to pamper you properly.
The moonlight filtering in from your window cast a silvery glow over him, highlighting every cut and line of his muscles as if he were carved from stone.
He was beautiful, raw, like a storm contained just beneath the surface, and for a brief moment, you were distracted by the sight of himâthe rise and fall of his chest, the way his stomach flexed with each breath.
You could have his babies right here, right now.
Then his voice softened again, and the mood shifted as he spoke. âI love you. I really do.â His tone was hushed, like it was just for you. His eyesâusually so full of fire and determinationânow held something much deeper, something vulnerable that he rarely let show. It was just him. Your Katsuki.
âIâm not good with this shit. I know that,â he admitted, his mouth tugging into a small, self-deprecating smirk. âBut I wanna do this right.â
You blinked, feeling the air grow heavier as he squared his shoulders, a determined glint returning to his eyes. His hand finally left his pocket, and in one swift, almost impatient motion, he pulled something out and opened it in front of you.Â
A small box. Velvet. The kind that held only one thing.
Your breath hitched, and your entire world seemed to narrow down to that tiny box and the ring inside it. It glittered in the low light, catching the moon's glow, but the details were lost on you as your heart thudded wildly in your chest.
Katsuki looked at you, dead-on, his expression both serious and soft at the same time, like he was offering you everything he had.Â
âWould you marry me and be my hot mess?â
For a split second, you couldnât breathe. Couldnât think. Couldnât even process the words that had just come out of his mouth. You felt like someone had knocked the air out of your lungs with a featherâhell, they could have knocked you over with one.
The world stopped spinning. Your eyes darted between the ring and Katsuki, who was watching you carefully now, his breath held as if he was waiting for your next move. You could feel the gravity of this moment pressing down on your chest, and yet... it wasnât the heavy kind of weight that scared you. No. It was something else entirely.
It was the kind of weight that came with the realization that this moment, this person in front of you, was everything you never knew you needed.
A million thoughts raced through your mind, and none of them made sense, but your body reacted first. Your lips parted, but no words came out at first, only a small breathless laugh as you brought your shaking hands up to your mouth. Katsukiâs eyes searched your face, trying to gauge your reaction, and the barest hint of nerves flashed behind his hardened exterior. He mightâve been a fearless hero, but this?
This was different.
âKatsuki,â you whispered, barely able to find your voice as the emotions swirled inside you. âYou... youâre serious?â
âDead serious,â he replied immediately, his voice unwavering now. His eyes bore into yours with that fierce conviction only he could pull off. âIâve been serious about you from the start. I love you, and Iâm not waiting around anymore. I want you. With me. Always.â
His words sank into you, and before you even fully realized what you were doing, your hands shot forward, grabbing his face, pulling him down toward you. You kissed himâdeeply, passionately, pouring everything you had into it, letting the overwhelming feelings consume you.
His lips were warm, familiar, grounding. Katsuki groaned softly into the kiss, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you closer as if the space between you was too much to bear.
When you finally pulled away, your foreheads pressed together, your breath mingling with his as you both panted softly. The world around you faded, and all that was left was the man in front of you and the question still hanging in the air.
âYes,â you breathed, smiling through the tears that had welled up in your eyes. âYes, Katsuki. Iâll marry you.â
And for the first time in what felt like forever, you saw itâthe raw, unfiltered joy on his face. It wasnât loud or boastful, but it was there, in the soft curl of his lips and the way his eyes shone with unshed tears.
Katsuki Bakugo had won another battleâthis time, with your heart.
Katsuki's rough fingers, calloused and warm, carefully slid the ring over your finger, his touch uncharacteristically gentle. You couldnât help but gasp as the gem caught the light, sparkling in a way that made your heart skip a beat. It was more than beautifulâit was personal. The stone in the center was your birthstone, cut into your favorite shape and polished into your favorite color, surrounded by a delicate halo of tiny rubies. Rubies just like his eyes.
Your gaze flickered to the ring and then back to Katsuki. âHow⊠how did youâŠ?â you whispered, utterly floored. The details were so specific, the kind that you had only mentioned in passing, mostly to Michael. But somehow, Katsuki had pieced it all together.
The rubies glistened against the band, and nestled between them were smaller gemstones that mirrored the exact shade of your eyes. And if that wasnât enough, there was another set of gems, a deep, fiery orangeâthe color of Katsukiâs favorite thing: explosions.
You turned the ring over in your hand, overwhelmed by the craftsmanship, the thoughtfulness. Every inch of the piece was a reflection of you, of him, of both of you together. Whoever he went to had worked some serious magic. As your fingers brushed over the band, something else caught your eye. With trembling hands, you slipped the ring off, turning it over, and there it wasâengraved into the inside of the band in Katsukiâs unmistakable bluntness:
âI love you, dumbass.â
That was it. The tears came again, flooding your vision before you could stop them. Your chest tightened with the overwhelming sweetness of it all. Youâd never expected this. How could you? This whole day had taken such a turn that your emotions were a tangled mess, and now, here you were, crying like a baby over a ring. But it wasnât just any ringâit was him, you, everything.
âKatsuki,â you sobbed, bringing the ring to your chest as if it could stop the flood of emotions. Your voice trembled, but before you could even say another word, Katsukiâs eyes widened in pure panic. He hated when you cried. Hell, it wasnât often that you let yourself fall apart like this, and seeing you like that sent him spiraling.
âOi, oi! Donât cry, damn it!â he barked, his voice frantic as he moved in closer, cupping your face with both hands. But then his panic melted into something softer as his thumbs wiped away the tears.Â
âIâm serious, stop it, or youâre gonna make me lose it.â
But the sight of your tears didnât stop him from acting on impulse. In typical Katsuki fashion, he leaned down and kissed you, first pressing his lips all over your face, desperate to dry every tear. But he didnât stop there. In a ridiculous, completely endearing move, he leaned over and licked your cheek, tasting the saltiness of your tears with a playful smirk. You squealed, pulling away in shock, your face scrunched up in disbelief.Â
âDid you justâew, Katsuki! Thatâs so gross!â
You smacked his solid chest, half laughing, half horrified, but that only egged him on. âOh, Iâm gross now, huh?â he teased, his voice low and dangerous as he grinned down at you. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he launched himself at you, playfully wrestling you down onto the bed.
âNo, noâKatsuki!â you shrieked, giggling uncontrollably as his strong arms trapped you beneath him. He pinned you effortlessly, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he leaned in, his nose brushing against yours. His lips were on you again, peppering your face with kisses, and soon enough, the two of you were tumbling around in the sheets, rolling and laughing like a couple of kids.
The wrestling match was chaotic, full of breathless laughter, limbs tangled up, and soft murmurs of affection between teasing jabs. Katsuki was surprisingly playful, and before long, you were both breathless, collapsing side by side on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as your hearts raced in sync.
You turned your head, catching the way his chest heaved with each breath, a lazy grin tugging at the corner of his lips. His messy hair, usually so spiked and wild, was disheveled in the cutest way possible. Without thinking, you reached out, running your fingers through it, smoothing it back in place. He hummed in contentment, his eyes half-lidded as he looked over at you.
âBut whereâs your ring?â you asked, suddenly realizing that the gesture had been one-sided. You were the one with the ring on your finger, but what about him?
Katsuki chuckled, his voice rumbling low in his chest. âMy ring, huh?â He smirked, eyes sparkling with that familiar cocky glint. âIâll just give you my wallet, and you can surprise me.â
You blinked, taken aback for a second, before bursting into laughter. âMâOkay!â you replied, your voice full of playful mockery. âBut donât blame me if I pick something pink and covered in glitter.â
âWhatever you want, babe,â he shot back, unbothered by the thought, though you knew heâd raise hell if you actually went through with it. The both of you erupted into laughter again, the sound filling the room like music.
Katsuki shifted, rolling onto his side as he gently took your hand in his, threading your fingers together like he always did. His lips found your hand again, this time softer, more purposeful. He kissed the spot right over your ring, his lips lingering there for a moment, as if sealing his promise to you.
âI love you, Katsuki Bakugou,â you whispered, your heart swelling with warmth as you looked at him, your fiancĂ©, the man who had somehow managed to make this chaotic mess of a proposal the most perfect moment of your life.
Katsukiâs eyes softened, his rough exterior melting away in the intimate glow of the moonlight. He squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. âI love you too, dumbass,â he muttered, his voice gruff, but his expression was nothing short of tender.
In that moment, wrapped up in each other, you realized something: thisâthis wild, crazy love you shared with Katsukiâwas the only thing that made sense in the world. You lay there together, side by side, hearts entwined, you knew without a doubt that you had found your forever.
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The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a soft, warm glow across the bed, but you groaned, stretching lazily as you woke up. Your fingers instinctively brushed against your hair, feeling the unruly mess it had become overnightâcomplete with knots and stubborn curls that had a mind of their own.
You squinted at the brightness as your phone buzzed on the bedside table. Checking it, you saw the familiar ping of an email notification and grinned. You've been paid.
Sweet relief!
Rolling over to share the good news, you blinked in surprise at the empty side of the bed. The sheets were cold, and there was no sign of your fiancĂ©âwait, boyfriendâwait, fiancĂ©! A flutter of excitement bubbled up inside you at the thought of the word.
But the smell of breakfast caught your attention, and any irritation at his absence melted away. The unmistakable scent of eggs, with a hint of something smokyâprobably baconâwafted down the hallway, accompanied by the faint clink of pans from the kitchen.
Katsuki was already up, and the thought made you smile.
Without bothering to fix your appearance, you hopped out of bed, your feet hitting the cool, hardwood floor with a soft thud. You knew youâd hear about it laterâhow walking around barefoot would make you catch a cold. He always ranted about that kind of stuff, but youâd just smile and give him your usual âYes, mama,â while heâd glare at you with that fiery look.Â
But for now, you padded down the hall, completely barefoot, on a mission.
The closer you got, the stronger his scent becameâthat familiar, intoxicating mix of burnt caramel and something inherently Katsuki. You spotted him before he even saw you, standing at the stove, his back turned, a spatula in hand as he expertly flipped eggs in a pan. His muscles were taut, his broad shoulders moving effortlessly as he worked. He was dressed in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips, and you couldnât help but admire the sight.
With a mischievous grin, you quietly made your way over, your bare feet silent against the floor. And then, in one swift move, you leapt onto his back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face into the crook of his neck.Â
âHi, fiancĂ©!â you greeted, your voice muffled as you inhaled deeply, taking in that addictive scent that was all his.
Katsuki stiffened for a split second, more from surprise than anything else, but he quickly recovered. With a chuckle, he reached over and turned off the stove, placing the spatula down before his hands found their way to your thighs, gripping them as he adjusted your weight.
âYouâre gonna burn the damn house down one day, yâknow that?â he muttered, but there was a playful note in his voice. Before you could even respond, he effortlessly spun you around, lifting you off his back and setting you down on the kitchen counter nearby. His strength never failed to amaze you, and you giggled as your bare legs dangled off the edge, your hands resting on his chest.
His eyes softened as he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a soft, lazy good morning kiss. âHi, teddy bear,â he mumbled against your lips, his voice still raspy from sleep.
You smiled into the kiss, but just as you started to pull him closer, he pulled back, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. âDid you brush your teeth?â he asked, raising an eyebrow.
You snorted, shaking your head. âNo.â
He frowned, glancing down. âDid you use the bathroom?â
âNope.â
His scowl deepened, though you could see the teasing glint in his eyes. âWash your face?â
âAlso, no.â
Katsuki groaned dramatically, running a hand through his messy, spiked hair. âAnd this is exactly why youâre moving in with me today. You need supervision,â he grumbled, though his voice was more affectionate than angry. Before you could argue, he lightly smacked your thighs, the contact sending a playful jolt through you.Â
âKatsuki!â you gasped, half laughing as you swatted at him, but he only pointed toward the living room.
Your delicate features blossomed into an expression of confusion. âWhat?â But he didnât respond, instead looking so mischievous and pleased with himself.
Thatâs when you noticed itâhalf of your living room was in disarray, large boxes stacked high, and furniture already disassembled. It looked like a moving truck had stormed through your place. Your jaw dropped as you stared at the sight.
âKATSUKI!â you shrieked, your voice bouncing off the walls as the reality of what heâd done sank in. He had already packed half your stuffâwithout even telling you! You couldnât believe it.
He didnât even flinch at your outburst, just gave you that smug, self-satisfied grin of his, crossing his arms over his broad chest.Â
âWhat? I told you, youâre movinâ in today. Thought Iâd help speed things up,â he said, shrugging as if he hadnât just dismantled your entire living room.
You huffed, staring at the boxes like you couldnât believe your eyes. âYou couldâve at least warned me!â
He chuckled, stepping closer until he was standing between your legs, his hands resting on either side of your waist. âNah. Youâd just overthink it. This way, itâs done, and we donât have to argue about it,â he smirked, leaning in to kiss your nose.
You rolled your eyes, though you couldnât help but smile. âIâm still not done with school, you know. And we havenât even⊠thereâs no⊠ring on your finger.â
Katsuki quirked a brow, his smirk turning wicked. âI told you, give me my wallet, and you can surprise me with the ring.â
You laughed, shaking your head at his nonchalance. âYou canât be serious.â
âOh, I am,â he said, the playful edge to his voice making your heart skip a beat. âAnd donât worry about school. You can study at my place just fine.â
You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could say anything, he kissed you again, this time more firmly, his lips capturing yours in a way that made your head spin. You melted into it, your hands finding their way to his shoulders as you pulled him closer, your feet curling around his calves.
When he finally pulled back, you were breathless, your lips tingling. âYou donât play fair,â you muttered, but the smile on your face betrayed you.
He grinned, kissing your forehead softly before pressing his lips to your knuckles where your ring sat. âI play to win, babe. And I already did,â he whispered, his voice low and full of affection.
You sighed, leaning into him, knowing full well that Katsuki Bakugou always got his way.
Before you could respond to his sweet words, a mischievous glint sparked in your eyes. You leaned in closer, pretending to go in for another kiss, but at the last second, you bit himâjust lightly, on his shoulderâbefore snatching the plate of bacon from the counter. Katsuki blinked, his eyes widening in confusion before narrowing sharply as he processed what had just happened.
âYou little brat!â he growled, his voice full of playful irritation.
With a squeal, you jumped off the counter, bare feet hitting the cold floor, and bolted for the bedroom, the stolen bacon in hand. You knew exactly what you were doing. Katsuki typically hated when anyone touched his food (although he actually had a habit of feeding you from his plate and fork), but you couldnât help it. You loved riling him up, especially when he got that fire in his eyes!~
"Come back here, princess!" he barked, and the sound of his footsteps echoed behind you.
You darted around the corner, your heart pounding with adrenaline and laughter bubbling in your throat. The hardwood floor was slippery, and you barely made it to the door when Katsukiâs booming footsteps got louder. He was fast, too fast.Â
A real predator on the hunt, and you were his target.
âFuuuuck it, we ball!â you shouted over your shoulder, laughing as you slid into the bedroom. You could hear him cursing under his breath, muttering something about how you were always testing him. You were a princess, and yeah, maybe a bit of a brat, but that was part of your charm. You loved to push his buttons, loved how easy it was to get under his skin.
You heard the door slam behind you as Katsuki entered the room, hot on your heels. His eyes locked on yours, his gaze intense as he advanced. You tried to dodge him, but he was quicker, snatching the plate of bacon from your hands before grabbing your waist and pulling you back into his chest.
âGotcha now, you little thief,â he growled in your ear, his voice low and warning, but you could hear the amusement in his tone.
You squirmed, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, but he held you firm, his arms like steel bands around your waist. âOkay, okay! I surrender!â you giggled, breathless from the chase.
âYouâre damn right you do,â he murmured before spinning you around and planting a quick, searing kiss on your lips. It was rough, but it was Katsuki through and throughâfiery, intense, and full of passion.
You grinned against his lips, leaning into him. âGuess Iâm still your little brat then, huh?â
He smirked, brushing a strand of hair out of your face as he looked down at you with that same possessive, loving gaze that always made your heart skip a beat. âDamn right you are. My brat, my princess, my pain in the ass.â
You laughed, nuzzling into his chest as you felt his arms tighten around you. âAnd youâre my grumpy fiancĂ©,â you teased, poking his ribs.
Katsuki grumbled, but his smirk softened, his lips brushing the top of your head. âYeah. But Iâm your grumpy fiancĂ©, so fuck itâwe ball.â
In that moment, tangled together, laughter still lingering in the air, you knew without a doubt that you were his, and he was yours. No matter what life throws at you, youâd face it together.Â
Always.
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a moment | s. reid
summary: two times there was a âmomentâ between you and spencer, and one time he did something about it.
warnings; best friends to lovers, fem reader, pinning, this based off a lorelai and luke edit i saw, idk if its edited or makes any sense tbh!! sorry! longing, kinda self doubt idk, happy ending yay!!
an; this is for lia. And was written in like an hour so i really dont want the hate guys. If it sucks i cannot be held responsible.
You walk into the bullpen, scanning the usual chaos of the bullpen The dayâs already running long, and itâs barely even noon.
"Look who finally decided to join us," Spencer says, glancing up from his desk. His eyes are sharp behind his glasses, but thereâs a smirk tugging at his lips. Heâs half-hidden behind a wall of case files, as always, but somehow manages to throw his snark with precision.
you and spencer had been best friends since you started together, you got along with anyone but gravitated towards Spencer more than anyone else. Him and Penelope were the easiest for you to be around, you loved everyone but you had your favourites.
While Penelope had been bugging you to either kick up the courage to do something about your friendship with Spencer, or move on, you did neither.
"Oh, save it,," you fire back, tossing your bag on your desk. "Iâm fashionably late. Itâs a thing."
"Yeah, fashionably late in a profession like this. Very chic. Theres other ways to get here you know â from your house-â
âDonât evenâ you cut him off.
âIm just saying if you keep missing the same turn off every time maybe itâs a sign you should be going a different way.â He muttered.
âI didnât miss the turn off.â You argued. You lied.
âYou did.â
âNoâ
He said your name and you huffed.
You roll your eyes, biting back a grin as you sink into your chair. "Can we pretend, just for today, that youâre not right?"
"Well," Spencer says, leaning back in his chair, "Iâm only right about ninety-seven percent of the time. So, technically, youâve got a three percent chance of being right today. Want to take a gamble?"
You throw a crumpled paper at him. "Your math is annoying."
He catches it, eyes twinkling, and throws it back at you. "Annoying?"
âYes, annoying. It hurts my headâ
Itâs easy between the two of youâthis banter, this back-and-forth. It always has been, ever since the first case you worked together. Over time, itâs become second nature to tease him, push his buttons, and he always gives it right back. The tension slips away with every joke, but today, thereâs something different about the way his eyes linger on you a beat too long, like heâs waiting for you to catch on.
You ignore it. You have to.
"So, what do we have?" you ask, holding out your hand for the file in his lap.
He passes it to you, fingers brushing against yours. Itâs brief, but the touch sends a spark up your arm. Your eyes meet for a second longer than necessary, and for the first time in a long time, you donât know what to say.
Spencer clears his throat, looking back down at the file. "This unsubâs a real charmer. I think he's using manipulation tactics to lure his victims. Heâs got a pattern, but itâs subtle. Took me a while to piece it together."
"Took you a while? So, like... five minutes?" You grin, but the edge in your voice is gone, replaced by something softer.
He laughs, a sound that always surprises you because itâs rare, but so genuine. "Try thirty. It was a real struggle."
"Wow. I almost feel bad for you."
His smile fades just a little, and when he looks at you again, thereâs that shift. Something hovers between you, just under the surface, where the teasing usually stays. His eyes flicker over your face, and suddenly, you wonder if heâs about to say something else, something that would cross the line youâve never acknowledged before.
Your heart skips, and before you can stop yourself, you lean forward a little. Your breath catches.
"So..." Spencer starts, but before the sentence can land, your phone buzzes on your desk. The sharp sound breaks the moment like a snapped thread. You jerk back, grabbing your phone.
"Hotch needs us in the conference room," you mutter, more to yourself than him, trying to get a grip on the swirling thoughts in your head. "Weâve got a lead."
Spencer blinks, clearly shaken out of whatever that was, and you stand up quickly, focusing hard on the case and not on the fact that you were about two seconds away from⊠what? Leaning in? Kissing him?
No. Thatâs not what this is. This is Spencer.
"Race you to the conference room?" he asks suddenly, the playful lilt back in his voice, but thereâs still something lingering behind his eyes, a question neither of you seems ready to ask.
"Race? Youâre literally taller than me, thatâs cheating. Iâm wearing heels!!"
"You can run in heels, canât you?" He shoots you a smirk, the tension easing just enough for you to relax, even if your heart is still racing.
"Could. But i don't want to damage my gorgeous shoes," you huffed, yet already heading for the door.
"Gorgeous shoes?" He repeated, raising his eyebrow.
"Yeah that was actually the name of the shoes when i bought them. They had 'gorgeous shoes' written in big letters across the box." You smiled, tilting your head.
"Really?"
"No."
You make it halfway to the conference room before he catches up, the two of you slipping back into your usual rhythm. But as you walk into the room side by side, the unspoken thing still hangs between you. You donât talk about it, and maybe you never will, but itâs there.
âAre you still coming over tonight?â He asked, looking down at you, eyes lingering on yours. You nod.
âItâs pizza night. Of course I am.â
And once again, youâre reminded that with Spencer, things have never been as simple as just best friends.
Youâre standing in Spencerâs tiny kitchen, flour everywhere. And when you say everywhere, you mean itâon the counters, in your hair, smeared on his cheek where you definitely didnât mean to slap him with dough earlier.
âThis is going really well,â you deadpan, holding up the limp, misshapen pizza dough.
âUm.â He squints as he looks at the mess.
âWell.. youâre the genius who can outsmart anyone but apparently canât figure out yeast,â you argue, pinning the blame on him. âIs it supposed to look like this?â You muttered, tilting your head.
âI think itâs fighting back. Maybe weâre the victims now.â
You both dissolve into laughter, the kind that makes your stomach hurt. This was supposed to be simple. Homemade pizza sounded like a cute idea, something easy to do on a night off, but itâs turned into chaos. The doughâs not cooperating, the sauce might be too watery, and youâre pretty sure you added way too much garlic. But thatâs what makes it fun.
"Okay," Spencer says, hands raised in surrender. "I officially give up. This dough has outsmarted me."
"Youâre giving up? Dr Spencer Reid, defeated by pizza dough?" You snatch the rolling pin from him, trying to take over, but the second you press down, the dough tears. "Okay, maybe itâs smarter than both of us."
Spencer steps closer, leaning over your shoulder to inspect the mess you've made. You can feel the warmth of him behind you, and for just a second, everything feels different. The banter pauses. His breath is soft on your neck, his arm brushing against yours as he reaches to touch the dough. Your heart stutters, and you freeze, unsure of what to do next.
But then, with no warning, Spencer flicks flour at you.
"Hey!" you squeal, spinning around to face him, eyes wide. He looks so pleased with himself, a mischievous grin on his face.
"What? You had flour in your hair. I was just trying to help.â
"Sure, you were." You reach for the bag of flour, holding it up threateningly. "I will not hesitate to make this a war, Spencer."
He grins widely, almost daringly.
You grab a handful of flour and toss it at him in retaliation. "You are such a child."
âIâm just helping!â he protests, dodging your attack and grabbing the rolling pin like a shield. His laughter is contagious, and soon youâre both caught up in it, the tension slipping away into something lighter, easier.
You try to swipe more flour at him, but he grabs your wrist, stopping you mid-throw. His fingers wrap around your wrist gently, but the touch sends an unexpected shiver up your arm. You both freeze, the room suddenly too quiet again, his hand lingering on yours for just a second longer than necessary.
His gaze flickers down to where his fingers rest against your skin, and then back up to meet your eyes. Thereâs a pause, just long enough for the air between you to thicken, something unspoken hanging between you. His thumb brushes your wrist lightly, and you wonder if he feels it tooâthe tension thatâs been simmering all night, just beneath the surface.
You swallow hard, pulling your hand away, but not before you catch the briefest flicker of something in his expression. Itâs gone as quickly as it appeared, and just like that, the moment slips away.
His eyes narrow playfully, and for a second, you think he might call your bluff. But instead, he just chuckles and steps back, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. Letâs not escalate this. Weâre adults, after all."
"Adults who canât make pizza," you mutter, dumping the ruined dough into the trash. "Guess weâll have to order in. Again."
Spencer wipes his hands on a towel, still smiling. "Iâll let you pick the place this time. As long as itâs not that one with the weird crust you made us try last month."
"Oh come on, that was a bold choice! You just have no sense of adventure."
"I have a very good sense of adventure," he says, leaning casually against the counter, his eyes sparkling in that way that makes you feel like he knows exactly how to get under your skin. "I just like my pizza to taste like pizza."
You roll your eyes, but youâre grinning, too. "Fine. Weâll get the boring pizza this time."
As you both settle into the living room, waiting for the pizza to arrive, you can't help but feel that lingering tension again. The kind that sneaks up on you when things get quiet, when the laughter dies down, and itâs just the two of you sitting side by side, closer than necessary.
You smile, nudging him with your elbow. "Who knew you were such a terrible cook, though?"
"I think we share equal blame here."
"Maybe," you admit, glancing at him. His eyes catch yours, and for just a moment, the playful air between you shifts. Itâs small, like the brush of his hand earlier, like the way heâs looking at you now. Your heart skips again, and you wonderâjust for a secondâif maybe, possibly, you werenât imagining it. You ignore it, there was too much that could go wrong if you didnât.
Itâs late in the afternoon when you hear the knock at your door. The sun's still out, casting a soft golden light through your living room windows, but itâs the last thing on your mind.
Youâre dressed in something more put together than usual because, of course, Penelope had insisted on setting you up on this date tonight. It wasnât exactly what you wanted, but sheâd been so enthusiastic that youâd caved. Youâd said yes to humor her, to get her off your back.
She had insisted that you needed something to get your mind off Spencer. You wondered if that was actually possible.
So when the knock comes, your stomach churns, thinking it might be the guy arriving too early. But when you open the door, it's not your date.
Itâs Spencer.
Heâs standing there, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, hair slightly disheveled, and thereâs a look on his face you canât quite place. Itâs tight, maybe a little frustrated, though he's trying hard to keep his expression neutral.
âSpence?â You lean against the doorframe, arching an eyebrow. âEverything okay?â
He doesnât answer right away, eyes scanning you briefly before he looks down, then back up again. Thereâs tension in his posture, the kind you recognize when heâs overthinking something. âYeah. Yeah, everythingâs fine.â
You donât buy it for a second. âUh-huh.â
His face tightens even more, though he tries to hide it with a half-hearted shrug. âDid Penelope set you up with some guy?â
âYeah?â You squinted trying to figure out how he knew that. You hadnât mentioned it, you didnât want to talk about what had caused your sudden date or have to lie to him about why Penelope suddenly set you up when you have shown no intention of being interested in dating.
âPenelope told me. Why didnât you tell me?â He asked, running his hand through his hair as if he was stressed. You didnât understand, not really. You told Spencer everything so you could understand why he would be annoyed that you didnât tell him this, but it seemed as if he took it personally.
You squint at him, crossing your arms. âWhat is your issue? You look like you want to strangle someone.â
He lets out a huff, avoiding your eyes again. âItâs nothing.â
You tilt your head, studying him. Thereâs something under the surface, and youâre not about to let it go. âWell youâre here so, obviously its not nothing ⊠Whatâs going on?â
He finally looks up at you, his eyes sharp and filled with something you havenât seen before. It catches you off guard for a moment. âItâs justâthere was a moment.â
You blink, thrown by the sudden shift. âA moment?â
His voice drops, a little rougher now, a little more real. âLast week. When we were making pizza, and the week before thatâ and during- there was a moment.â
Your heart skips. You know exactly what heâs talking about, but you stay silent, letting him continue.
âI thought there was a moment,â he says, his frustration starting to leak through his words now. âI thought maybe something was⊠happening.â
Your chest tightens, the air in the room shifting as you meet his eyes. âThere was.â
The confession comes out of your mouth before you even realize it, and the tension between you two spikes instantly, filling the space with an electric charge. You can feel it, the way everything has changed with those two words.
Spencer just stares at you, his brow furrowing slightly, like he hadnât expected you to admit it. He takes a step forward, you step back almost unconsciously, and your heart beats faster in your chest.
âWhat are you doing?â you ask, your voice low, unsure.
He doesnât stop moving, closing the gap between you even more, and his voice is soft but firm when he speaks. âWill you just stand still for a minute?â
Before you can say anything, before you can even process whatâs happening, his hand comes up to cup the side of your face, and his lips are on yours.
The kiss is soft at first, almost tentative, but itâs full of all the unspoken things that have been building between you for so long. You feel the world tilt, your hands instinctively moving to grip the front of his jacket, pulling him closer. For a second, everything else fades awayâyour date, the case, everything.
When you finally pull back, breathless, you just stare at each other. His thumb brushes lightly across your cheek, and his eyes search yours, full of something that feels too big to name.
Neither of you says anything for a long moment, the silence thick and heavy with everything thatâs just shifted between you.
Then, as if in slow motion, you take a small step forward. Itâs your turn now, the tables flipped, and you can see the surprise flicker in his eyes as he instinctively steps back.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks, echoing your earlier words, his voice low and a little breathless
You give him a small smile, feeling the tension twist tighter in your chest. âWill you just stand still for a minute?â You mirrored his words
His eyes widen slightly, but he doesnât move, and before he can say another word, you close the space between you and kiss him again.
This time, itâs different. Thereâs no hesitation, no second-guessing. The kiss is deeper, more insistent, and you feel his hands tighten around your waist, pulling you closer. Itâs like everything youâve both been holding back is finally breaking free, all the tension and the unspoken feelings rushing to the surface.
When you finally break apart, youâre both breathing heavily, faces inches from each other. Your hands are still gripping the front of his jacket, his fingers still digging into your sides like heâs afraid to let go.
You donât move, neither of you do. You just stay there, staring at each other, and for the first time in a long time, youâre not thinking about the job, or the cases, or anything else. Itâs just him.
Heâs the first to break the silence, his voice quiet and almost disbelieving, He exhales, a long, relieved breath, his hand still resting on your waist. âI thought maybe I was imagining it.â
You shake your head, feeling a strange warmth bloom in your chest. âNo. You werenât imagining it.â
Another beat of silence passes, and then his lips quirk up into that small, crooked smile youâve always liked so much. âWell, I guess we have Penelope to thank for this.â
You roll your eyes but canât help smiling back. âYeah, and she doesnât even know it.â
His thumb brushes your side, a subtle touch, but enough to send a shiver up your spine. âAre you⊠still going on that date?â
The question hangs in the air between you, and for a moment, you almost laugh. The idea of leaving now, of going out with some guy Penelope set you up with, feels absurd.
âNo,â you say, your voice steady and certain. âIâm not.â
His smile widens, just a little. âGood.â
You grin up at him, feeling lighter than you have in weeks. âYeah? Whyâs that good?â
Spencerâs gaze softens, and for the first time, you see the real reason for his frustration, for all of this. He steps even closer, so close that you can feel his breath on your lips, his voice low and sincere.
âBecause, there was a moment.â
Your heart stutters in your chest, and you meet his eyes, that familiar warmth spreading through you again. âYeah?â
âYeah,â he says, his lips ghosting yours, and the last bit of tension thatâs been sitting between you melts away completely. He smiles, and before either of you can say anything else, he closes the gap and kisses you again.
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a friend in need! (e.w.)
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SYNOPSIS: heartbreak aid during the apocalypse, you ask?Â
WORD COUNT: 5k
WARNINGS: bff!ellie whoâs sad, kinda perv oc whoâs eager to fix that, remixed version of seattle!ellie, dina catching strays for no reason (i love her pls), wound care but erotic, SMUT AGELESS BLOGS/MINORS DNI, dubcon (nasty green), porn watching, mutual/guided masturbation, brief poochie eating, oc in denial ab her little crush, real girlhood <3, slight angst :(
A/N: the bubblegum apocalypse where no one dies or lies. #SCISSORING
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The gates of Jackson open, and relief rushes through your chest.Â
Everyone is accounted for. Ellieâs accounted for.Â
Weeksâor however the fuck longâ of pent-up anxiety finally settles in your limbs as you sprint towards Shimmer while Jesse tends to Dina, greeting the hazel mount with coos and rustles through her fur. Baby needs a bath and a good brushing.Â
Your eyes swiftly shift from her to your best friend, âEllie, Iâm so gladâ â
âCan you help me down, please?âÂ
Creases bunch in your forehead at the strain in her tone. And then youâre met with the blood-soaked wrap that's enclosed around her jean-covered thigh.Â
âOh, shit⊠câmere.âÂ
Ellieâs good leg swings over the saddle, and you hold her waist to ease her down into the muddy grass. Joelâs the first one to engulf her. They exchange words that you donât catch before his reluctant arms drop to guide Shimmer back to the stocks, leaving you two alone. You canât stop yourself from throwing your arms around her neck next, mindful of her leg.Â
âI didnât know what to think when yâall didnât come back,â you whisper.Â
When the two girls first made their departure to Seattle, the icy remains of winter had just begun to melt into the dirt beneath it, and that alone felt like ages ago. Thereâs mosquitoes and moths everywhere now, following wherever the sun beams.Â
A strong arm wraps around your waist, and you instantly stiffen and detach from her, hands resting on her shoulders.Â
Her gaze drops to the ground when you whisper, âWhat happened, Ellie? You okay?â
She breathes. âPeachy.âÂ
Your hands drop when she turns in the direction of her home, head jerking when she says, âIâm gonna shower.âÂ
âDinners supposed to be really good tonight!â You exclaim with a broken smile when she takes her first hobble, âEat with me? Consider it a celebration that you made it home safe.âÂ
Ellie seems to soften at your invitation, head bobbing in approval, and you smile.Â
She holds her fist out to you, âSee you in 20?âÂ
You bump your knuckles against hers with strained cheeks, âSee you in 20.âÂ
One small, comforting smile from her, and sheâs off, limping back home.Â
âWhatâs up with them?âÂ
You flinch at the too close whisper from Jesse, and you shrug. âMaybe they broke up.âÂ
âDoubt it,â He snorts, âDina told me it was brutal on the way back. The bastards were everywhere, she said. Theyâre probably still shook up.âÂ
âDamn⊠Howâs she doing?âÂ
âWeird as hell. I think sheâs sick or something,â Concern is melting off him, âSheâs getting checked out now.â
âIâll check on her later,â You face him, âComing to dinner?âÂ
âProbably not. Gotta make sure Deeâs good.â Heâs already walking off, trailing after his friendâŠ? Ex? You never know what to call them.Â
âSee ya.â You wave awkwardly.Â
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How do you cheer up a friend that just witnessed three dozen infected tear another small community to shreds? At least, according to Jesse. He was able to get more out of Ellie and Dina than you were, apparently.Â
You donât know how Ellie â or anyone â could experience such barbarous scenes as frequently as they do. Youâve been on patrol twice since you stumbled upon Jackson a few years back, and each venture leaves you less and less eager to see the world beyond its walls. You respect their bravery, not only for being able to dive head first into unknown territory with nothing but bullets and faith, but to also face those walking demons at every corner.Â
Your closest friend is often excited to show you scavenged artifacts that she has collected, but⊠sheâs barely spoken to you since you helped her off Shimmer.Â
Her silence is uncommon, and therefore, frightening.Â
âItâs been a while since weâve had fish,â you scoff weakly, poking your carrots with your fork, âItâs good, huh?âÂ
Her focus shifts from the tablecloth to you.Â
Silence.Â
You drop your utensil, âFuck, Ellie⊠dude, what happened out there? Jesse told me⊠that y'all got caught upâ â
âDinaâs pregnant.âÂ
He didnât tell you that.
Ellieâs whisper breezes past your ears so fast that you barely catch it. The canteen continues to bustle with hungry, ravaged patrons who returned from their second round of patrol. You assumed Ellie was one of them after her scattered return, but she hasnât touched anything on her plate. Not even her carrots. Her favorite; A literal goddamn rabbit.Â
No wonder she hasnât eaten⊠Who couldâve with news like that? Especially considering the high she was riding before the couple left.Â
âWhat.âÂ
Ellieâs head shakes with gall, and a disappointed grin plumps her cheeks.Â
âYup⊠Canât wait to tell Maria.âÂ
Sharing the news of a new Jackson kiddo sounds like the last thing on her mind. Days before the two took off, she was squealing like a wild hyena in the wee hours of the night, gushing to you about the midnight explorations with her long-term crush. Her retellings of their first night together were vivid: filled with pent up tension and need and unfiltered lust. According to Ellie, they couldâve gotten married in a fortnight with the relationship theyâd built over the years, and you believed her. Sadly.Â
You were present, observant, during your teenage years. You were there when Cat kissed Ellie, when they broke up, when Ellie had recurring nightmares about Riley and was desperate for comfort from you, when Ellie fell for DinaâŠÂ
And now theyâre in a pickle. A fat one.Â
Hearing about Ellieâs relationship never went how youâd assume. You expected to be happy for your friend whenever she enthused about a topic that brought about such elation, but there was always something about the stories that gave you pause. Something that burned in the pit of your stomach and caused you to, frankly, fake congratulations. Youâre unsure why, but hearing about Dina and Ellieâs relationship potentially being tarnished is calming that simmer inside you.
âJust when I thoughtâŠâ She scoffs quietly. âWhatever. Fuck it.âÂ
You canât resist and slip, â⊠Whoâs the daddy?â And she hisses.
âGuess.âÂ
But you donât have to... Fuck.Â
Dina and Jesseâs relationship was⊠something. In adolescence, Ellie was either secretly celebrating their multitude of separations or crying to you about them getting back together. Their consistent streak of being on and off clearly got the best of them. Thereâs a ball of cells growing inside of your friendâs almost-girlfriend.Â
âShit⊠maybe it was⊠a misunderstanding? Doesnât it take a couple weeks to⊠form in the womb or whatever?âÂ
Youâre not the devil's advocate. Your lips clamp at Ellieâs stern glare.
âThereâs no misunderstanding.âÂ
Your shoulders slump at the distance in her eyes. The indifference sheâs exuding canât disguise the hurt that sheâs experiencing internally. Your heart aches for her, despite the excited jitters in your fingers.
â⊠Sorry, man.âÂ
âI donât care.âÂ
Good, you impulsively want to say. You shove it down into the hardwood beneath your soles. Your brows furrow in annoyance, more so at yourself for not being remorseful. âFuck off. Yes, you do, and thatâs okay. Itâs normal.âÂ
âCan we go?âÂ
Her request is sudden and cracked, and every inkling of pride deflates in your chest. Poor thing; How could you feel like this when sheâs this scattered? Guilt replaces whatever dark fantasy youâve conjured up in the past five minutes.Â
You move to stand without objection. Fuck the carrots, âYeah. Letâs rollâ â
An instant lightbulb above your head⊠and itâs glowing green. Roll.
Roll!
Mischief shines in your chest and eyes when you glance around the packed space in search for,Â
âTOMMY!âÂ
A flash of brown hair turns to meet your sprinting form. The peach heâs holding looks devine.Â
âYou seen âGene anywhere?âÂ
Your grin widens at his disapproving stare.
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âBe careful with those, shit-for-brain! Iâm not coming to save your ass like last time!âÂ
âGot it, boss!â You squeak with a polite smile, shoving the small baggie of rolled joints into your stuffed satchel. It vanishes the second Eugene slams his vault to his dirty ass man cave, âFucking dicksucker.â You huff.
Ellie snickers from beside you. âCâmon. Be nice.âÂ
âNo. He skimped on me last time. Toke hog.âÂ
The walk to your place is colder than usual, but itâs beautiful out. The moon shines from behind the dark clouds, illuminating the ivory that shields the incoming spring grass. Gorgeously cinematic; A scenery that gets the heart thumping. Aching. Yearning.Â
You lead Ellie onto your porch and into your home. She removes her jacket and kicks off her boots, throwing her armor over the designated rack. Your satchel goes flying across the room until it clatters on your bed. Black tapes spill all over the mattress, and Ellie scolds you disapprovingly.Â
âAgain? Really?â
You smirk. Eugeneâs always too blasted to punish your kleptocracy, âNo one has a better porn collection than âGeâ â
Her jaw slacks, âPorn?! What the fuck, I thought those were the Jurassic Parkâ â
âTheyâre notâŠâ Before pondering, âAlthough thatâd be some crazy role play. RAAAWRâ â
âYouâre the fucking worst.âÂ
âCâmon! Look at these titles,â You skip to your bedside to snag a couple tapes, âSmoochie the Coochie⊠Banging my hot neighborâŠâÂ
A boisterous laugh passes your lips, âThrobbinâ Hood: Prince of Beaves! Tell me thatâs not fucking hilarious!âÂ
Ellie doesnât laugh. Hasnât laughed. Just simmers by the front door with red dusting her cheeks. How adorable!Â
âWhyâre you looking like that?âÂ
When her eyes travel over the creases between your brows and confused smile, your feet give an awkward stutter. This wasnât the reaction you were expecting. At the very least, she shouldâve cracked a smile by now. Even an insecure one.Â
You peer down at the tapes in your hand and back up at her. Her posture shifted: arms wrapped protectively around her waist while she leaned on the balls of her feet, eyes inspecting the dim lights of your space.Â
Another lightbulb. Not a green one.Â
âHave you ever watched porn?âÂ
She shrugs with floundering shoulders. You chuckle.Â
âItâs just for shits and giggles, Ellie. Donât be so serious. The acting sucks and you needa good laugh.âÂ
You cradle the filled baggie like it holds a sacred orb and waltz towards the VCR. Your screen shifts from bright blue to the tapeâs introduction screen. Naked men in speedos⊠Ellie plops down on the couch behind and mindlessly flicks a lighter. You reach into the baggie and toss her the fattest joint available before working the remote.Â
A sigh releases⊠then another flicker⊠then a long, drawled out exhale. You grin.Â
You, remote in hand, plop down next to her, âIs it good?â
âBetter than last time, for sure.â You trade the remote for the joint, arm wrapped around your angled legs as you pull. Hits smooth⊠er. It still dries your throat.Â
âRemind me to thank him.âÂ
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Two joints down. Two tapes completed. Three wide smiles from Ellie from the bad acting. The nightâs a win in your book.Â
She lazily lights another joint while you switch out the tapes. You purposely saved the best for last: apparently the only lesbian porno in that bastardâs whole cave. Whenâs the last time youâve smoochied a coochie?
More importantly, whenâs the last time Ellie has? Recently, you assume; She and Dina were too close to only be going on long walks in the woods. The more you smoke, the more your mind wanders where it shouldnât.Â
⊠Your friend is a lover. Always has been, despite her efforts of convincing you, herself â everyone â that sheâs emotionally indifferent. Craves affection, both verbal and physical, like sheâs deprived. She raves to you about her desires on a weekly basis, for fucks sake! Someone hug the poor girl!Â
âFeeling better?â You squeak when you plant on the cushion. Ellie nods with a soft grin.Â
âThank you.âÂ
Your hands clap together and her body shakes from the recoil. âThe nightâs not over yet! I got a surprise for you! Happy Birthday!âÂ
âItâs not my birthday⊠I donât know my birthdayâ â
Your smile is laced with grating sarcasm, âWow, you really know how to kill the vibe! Just play along, goddamn!âÂ
You sigh when her expression flattens.Â
âEllieâŠâ
âYes?âÂ
Oh⊠That crackly tone did a little something. Cheering Clitorous. Alright. Okay.Â
âI found a little something in âGeneâs special drawerâ â
âArenât all his drawers special.âÂ
âArenât you supposed to be shutting the fuck up.âÂ
Her red eyes widen, but she silences.Â
âYou know what feels really nice after a bad breakup?âÂ
Her middle finger digs into her dry eye, âGetting high and watching porn with the only other lesbian you know?âÂ
âEven better,â Your hand claps down on her jean-clad, uninjured thigh. âGetting high and watching lesbian porn with the only other lesbian you know⊠while getting head. A true fixer-upper.â
More silence, and your tummy gives a nervous tumble. Eugeneâs bud gives you enough courage to make eye contact, and, given any other circumstance, you wouldâve hollered laughter at how stunned Ellie looks, eyes nearly stretched beyond her lids, but you donât. You press on when she denies you.Â
âYouâre lying.âÂ
âAm I?â Your thumb presses the large button in the middle and the screen displays two, three â six women⊠all sprawled out on white carpet while lewdness shines through their eyes⊠And not at all the romantic wives fingering each other next to the fireplace like you envisioned. Plus, the music sucks. Who the fuck plays the accordion while bumping cooters?
Your eyes circle around and⊠Oh, wow. A lot less tame than you were expecting⊠Are those chains and a paddle?Â
What the fuck, Eugene.Â
âOh, shit.âÂ
Ellieâs either impressed or about to go on a judgmental rampage. You gauge her expression curiously. Her lashes keep fluttering like butterfly wings. You nearly coo audibly. She always does that when sheâs excited! What a cutie!Â
Ellie recites the description at the bottom of the screen, âWhen six girls go off into the woods for an early 4th of July getaway, conversations take a lustful⊠and explorative turn. Find out what happens during one late, hot evening after a game of⊠kiss and blow?âÂ
You snort, âAre you asking me?âÂ
âWell, yeah⊠The fuck is kiss and blow?âÂ
You shrug, âFind out.â
One click of the remote, and the footage begins⊠More giggles from Ellie, and something flutters in your chest. Youâll have to watch bad acting with her more often.Â
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Six minutes into Smoochie the Coochie, and you still donât know what kiss and blow is. And you donât care to find out.Â
High pitched moans and pleasured squeals that almost sound phony rings in your hazy skull as you stare up at your best friend from between her covered legs.Â
This is the quietest sheâs been all night: her eyes are locked on the screen behind you, completely entranced with flushed cheeks by what you assume is the sweatiest, raunchiest⊠scissoring, is what itâs called? On the screen. Maybe. Youâre wired and canât think straight and Ellieâs hot.Â
âAre we really doing this right now?âÂ
She whispers when you caress her thigh over her pants, and you nod approvingly. Desperately, but she canât tell. âUp to you.âÂ
You donât expect a cold hand to come up and tenderly brush against your cheek. You shudder and nuzzle into it. Sober you would be so embarrassed at how youâre reacting to her affections. Youâve never been the needy one.Â
âCan weâŠâÂ
You pout and burn with embarrassment, but start to pull back, âStop?âÂ
âNo, noâŠâ Her eyes meet yours and your body locks. A bit nervous. âI dunnoâŠâÂ
âTell me.âÂ
âLater.â She whispers.Â
You stare skeptically as she plays with your earlobe. âI promise Iâm good. I want this. Iâll tell you later.âÂ
A pause before you sigh. âOkay. Up.â You pat her thigh and her hips rise. Her unbuttoned jeans are peeled down her legs, gently over her fresh bandage, and tossed beside you. Your body is miles ahead of your brain; before you realize, your lips smack all over her bruised thighs, peppering over the freshly bandaged scars and faded ones. She squirms where she sits, shaky breaths puffing from her lips.Â
Your mouth travels higher, and an encouraging hand lands on the back of your head, massaging your scalp.Â
âTell me whatâs happening.â You mumble against her, a blind finger pointing back at the screen.Â
âI donât â So much shit is going on. Like⊠from all directions.â Â
You smile against her thigh, âSomeone catch your attention?âÂ
âIâŠâÂ
But no explanation is needed. Thereâs treads of weakness in her growl. Go figure.Â
âLemme guess⊠She look like her?âÂ
If she catches the unwarranted agitation in your tone, she doesnât mention it. Simply digs her nails into the back of your head. No forceful tugs at your hair, but a warning, and your teeth beam.Â
âI dunno what the fuck youâre smiling for, but itâs gonna piss me off soon.â
There's a smidge of threat in her voice, so your kisses travel up. A pleasant distraction, given every small twitch of her legs.Â
Not too long before you reach the hem of her underwear, and you trap it between your teeth before releasing it. Her tummy jolts when the fabric hits her skin, and you go heart-eyed.Â
âTell me who youâre looking at.âÂ
âT-The one that brought all that crazy shit to the party.âÂ
Of course. Handcuffs, she means. The large, wooden paddle, she means. A slow drag of your tongue advances up her v-line and her body wracks against her will.Â
âCrazy in a bad way?â You purr against softness, and she exhales a laugh. âNot in this context, I guess.âÂ
âYou like that kinda stuff?âÂ
âHow the fuck would I know?âÂ
You snort before your eyes fall, trapped by the small patch of wetness that sticks to her panties. Glues the outline of her lips to the fabric. Youâre seconds â inches away from going feral.Â
Whatever patience you entered with has withered: and with determined hands, Ellieâs underwear gets yanked, pried down her legs and tossed behind you. Your eyes glisten with excitement when they meet the red pearl that twitches in anticipation, walls that leak when the warmth of your breath brushes over the cup of her.Â
Her pussyâs perfect. A stunner, for sure. You and Cat were never close, but youâd hit her up to get Ellie tatted. Not even in a discreet place. Itâd be somewhere where everyone â Dina â can see. On your forehead, for fucks sakeâ
S-Stop staring at me.Â
It seemed like the moans behind you became louder. You nearly shove three fingers in Ellieâs mouth as punishment for interrupting the moment, but you choke on a breath. Mumble a slur of youâre cute, canât help it in an attempt to ease her.Â
And just when your tongue unravels over your bottom lip, right when Ellieâs taste is millimeters away, right when her breath hitches and her mouth drops open, the loudest crack, very reminiscent of bullets, rings across your small living room. Scares her, scares you enough to steal the attention from the art between her thighs.Â
The sight on the screen is new, even for you.Â
Itâs not every day you see girls being slung across muscly laps and swatted on the ass with wooden tools with their hands bound behind them while they cry and sob and beg for their masters to hit them harder. You probably wouldâve laughed at the theatrics if Ellie wasnât here, as if you weren't about to go to town on her ten seconds ago. Both your breaths shudder and tremble as raunchy sounds of lips smacking and girls touching themselves and fingering each other split your ears in half.Â
Your vision tunnels and shifts when a whimper from Ellie rattles through your chest and down your ribcage. She gasps like youâve caught her doing something bad, but she doesnât stop whatever sheâs doing. Just blushes madly with her hand shoved between her squeezed legs while her eyes flicker between you and the screen.Â
Time seems to whir and the room spins. The pace of your breath increases, slobbery wheezes syncing with Ellieâs when her legs cross over one another.Â
Your muscles move you closer, hands planted on either side of her waist, back enlengthening until your eyes are level with hers. Her tongue barely dips to wet her bottom lip, eyes swiftly flickering down to your mouth.
A hand raises right when another crack of a paddle against skin ripples through your speakers, and before Ellie can flinch, your palm caresses her cheek, thumb exploring the divets in her face. Over the healed wounds and fiery specks that hypnotize. You donât expect her to nuzzle into your touchâŠÂ
And you definitely donât expect her arm to start moving, despite its enclosing.Â
Her eyelids bat, and green pierces through your chest. Over your neck, your face, your shoulders as her bicep twitches. When her lips part around a gasp, you choke.Â
Lemme see.Â
Ellie curses under her breath, kisses your palm, and undoes the twining of her legs. Her fingers are gentle where they rest over her pussy, the bones in her hand flexing as her palm digs into her clit, folds smushed around the muscles of her thumb.Â
Thatâs how you do it?
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, masking a smile as her head shakes. Your heart pinches.Â
Show me how.Â
Her head falls to the side as her cheeks sizzle.Â
You first.Â
You shudder, and your brain scolds. This wasnât the plan. You were supposed to smoke, watch porn, eat pussy, and escort her home safely.Â
Not the fucking plan.
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Ellie insisted that you restart Smoochie the Coochie before you undress. For ambiance, sheâd said when you stood on two feet, watching as she removed her hoodie. For me? Sheâd whispered against your cheek, in only a tank top, when you finally positioned yourself on the cushion in front of her. Face to face, pussies almost touching, your knees to the ceiling.Â
The volume of the footage has been turned down, but the acting⊠itâs fucking hilarious. You shouldnât be smiling. You shouldnât be giggling, but you are.Â
Ellie moves loose strands of hair behind her ear, grin matching yours.Â
âHm?âÂ
âNothing.âÂ
âHm.â
Ellie, much to your shock, makes the first move. Again.Â
Takes your wrist in her hand, brings your limp one up to her mouth to pepper kisses on your knuckles before pressing in between your open thighs. Your fingers are clumsy and your heart pounds against your ribcage, thighs jerking at the sticky contact of your own juices. Ellie's eyes between your legs like a hawk, leant comfortably against the pillows stacked behind her.Â
Her attention encourages you. You balance on the hand that rests on the couch, grinning playfully around the fingers that sink into your mouth and glide on your tongue. Ellie shakes her head with a small smile before reaching for the lighter and last joint. Sticks the end of it between her lips, flicks the lighter twice, and ignites it.Â
Every slow exhale of smoke gets rewarded with presses on your clit, your index and middle fingers tickling the sensitive area with learned precision. It pulsates under your fingertips whenever you lock eyes; her eyes are fervent with need, uncontrollably so, and it sends vibrations through your spine.Â
Slower, Ellie whispers wetly when your touch becomes rushed. Too eager for her liking. Sheâs always hated when you rush things. Loathes your impatience.Â
The moans from the film pick up again: shaky and cracked and high. They match yours when you apply just enough pressure on the spot right above your clit. Your walls constrict and slick gushes from, and Ellie curses.
When your fingers explore elsewhere, she sits up suddenly, her breath hitting your mouth when she mutters, Keep touching right there, with a tight hand around your wrist, trying to guide you back to the spot that makes your thighs quake.
Iâm gonna cum if I do. Thereâs warning in your gasp.
Ellie puffs again before huffing a smoky breath, the scent infiltrating your senses. Your fingers almost sink inside, Wasnât that the plan?Â
Cum w-with me?Â
Your voice is pleading, tone almost identical to when you would incessantly pester and follow Ellie around Jackson when you were younger.Â
Ellie, watch a movie with me?Â
Ellie, do a puzzle with me?Â
Ellie, go on a walk with me?
Ellie! Ellie! Ellie!Â
What used to be innocent invitations have swiftly shifted into something darker, and Ellie needs more. A shocked squeak leaves you when her free hand curls around the back of your neck to smash your lips together. Your hazy mind hadnât registered Ellieâs fiery stares at your bruised lips, her head tilting in the opposite direction of yours, her nose brushing against yours whenever your fingers made a gooey noise.Â
Your eyes flutter shut when her tongue sloppily glides over your bottom lip, moans quenchless where they hit Ellieâs tongue. She swallows them down until they jolt in her stomach, and shoves her hand between her thighs once more.Â
Her fingers are drenched and so are yours; thereâs nasty, slicked noises everywhere. From you, from Ellie, from the television thatâs been forgotten by both of you.Â
Ellieâs movements become desperate in a matter of seconds, no longer able to keep up the pace of your kiss. Your separated lips connect only by a thin line of saliva as Ellie gasps hit the skin of your cheek.Â
Canât wait to feel you on me.Â
Your euphoria begs to peak at Ellieâs promise, your fingers massaging all the spots that send you to the stars at a desperate pace, trying to match Ellieâs.Â
Cum with me, she growls like you did, Cum with me, cum with me, fuck â
Your friendâs name is a prayer on your tongue, shrouded in lust and a longing youâve forced down to non-existence. You both succumb to pleasure in unison, the pulsing between your thighs synched with hers as she whimpers out.Â
I wanna tie you up like that. Tie you up? Beat your ass raw and bloody? Whatever she's looking at, you want. You'll take without hassle. Anything for her. After one glance at the screen,Â
Cumming for you, oh shitâ
You wring out your high until thereâs nothing left to give her, legs closing around your wrist at the aching sensitivity. Ellieâs head falls onto the arch of your knees, lathering your skin in spit-filled kisses, her soaked hand slowing between her legs.Â
âLay down.âÂ
âH-Hm?âÂ
âLay down,â you croak.Â
And she does, eyes filled with carnality.Â
The porno is long forgotten when your head shoves between Ellieâs legs, the tape stuck on the starter screen while her cries of pleasure blend with the same bullshit accordion.Â
You tongue her with fever, drink down all of her heartbreak that she endured while she was away from the source, mark yourself all over the terrain of her until she shatters with a cry of your name. Drenches your mouth, your tongue, your chin. Pushes you away with a cautious hand when you donât stop. Flinches with sensitivity.Â
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You swipe the disinfecting wipe over Ellieâs wound, fresh blood leaking into the white cotton. She assembles new bandages where she sits above you, unraveling the sterile fabric for you to wrap her in.
âIâm trying!â She whines, âIt still hurts.âÂ
âShouldnât have tried to ride my faceâ â
She flicks your forehead so hard, it thumps like a drum, and you wince before playfully biting her finger.Â
She snickers and allows you to collect the last bits of blood with the last tarnished rag in your first-aid kit, snagging the bandages from her grasp. She holds down the new gauze and does as sheâs told, lifting her thigh on your command as you bind her messy stitches.Â
Why did you kiss them, though?Â
It lasted 0.5 seconds. A quick, gentle smack meant to soothe, but your brain doesnât see it that way. Red alarms glow in every crevice of your cerebrum, urging you to move away from your best friend. You stare at Ellie and Ellie stares back, expression no longer readable and easy-going, and you flinch away from her.Â
Inviting her over for some innocent porn-watching is one thing⊠but kissing her without motive? Without the need to progress into something more? It stuns you more than her. You think.
âSor â sorry â â
Ellieâs already palming at your shoulders, âItâs okay⊠itâs not a big dealâ â
And itâs not. Why does her confirmation bloom a new ache in your chest?Â
Your knees pop when you hurriedly stand, and Ellie follows, hands sliding down your arms to grab your hands.Â
âHeyâŠâ
You meet her eyes.Â
âWeâre good⊠okay? Itâs nothing serious.âÂ
Donât cry. You agree with a grin. One you pray she doesnât notice cracks in its corners. She says nothing. Just caresses your cheek in unsaid thanks. Thanks for tonight. Thanks for the distraction.Â
Ellie returns a smile before gathering her clothes off the floor. She dresses in silence as you watch with a sorrowful gleam. Is it selfish to ask her to stay? Would it be too much? Should you? Will you?
Itâs when sheâs tying her boots up that you say something.Â
âI can walk you back!âÂ
âI got it. Iâm not going straight home.âÂ
Ellieâs denial is calm. Gentle. Not abrasive in the slightest, but your hands quiver and heart swells, bound to burst with dejection. Where is she going? The town is sleeping.Â
She leaves before you can ask with a promise of seeing you in the morning for breakfast. Nothing unfamiliar, nothing changed.Â
Tears rock you to sleep, and youâre not sure why.Â
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I see a post, that asks the question "you are now married to your phone background, how fucked are you?"
I close the app and look. When was the last time I considered my phone background? I can't even remember it.
On the screen before me is a purple wildflower, a bergamot, or "bee balm" plant, photographed in North Dakota in 2019 in a family member's back yard.
I am married to a bergamot. She is tall and shapely, moreso than myself, though her choice of purple raiments matched closely my own. She is my favorite color. Maybe that's how we met? Why I decided to woo her?
My wife the bergamot is a socialite. She has more friends than I. Every morning she gossips with a cabbage white butterfly, and cruelly shares their secrets with the rusty patched bumblebees, who compete for her affections with the domesticated aapis mellifera, which trail at her purple coattails like lapdogs.
Her favorite friend, however, is the ruby throated hummingbird. More insect than avian though it does contain a vertebral column, it iridesces like green beetle wings and in my heart I feel jealousy as my bergamot bride and the hummingbird kiss.
I sit with her for a season. Under the sun and the heat and the biting flies. She is covered in dewdrops and in spiders. I spare her from caterpillars and lavish my affections on her with a cup of water.
The world turns at last to its cool side, my bergamot changes her purple coat to her dusty toned night gown. She lies down to sleep and is buried beneath a bed of fresh snow come October.
Love so fleeting, marriage so brief, could I forget my bergamot and move on? Could my love be perennial and evergreen even when my beloved is not? It is winter and my bride is dead. How fucked am I?
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personal lies
[not my gif. title from the song of the same name, by Djo.] pairing: dbf!joel miller x fem!reader (afab, use of she/her)   rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)    word count: 5.6k requested: Hi! Your work is so insane and incredible! I've literally been thinking about Joel Miller nonstop and was wondering if you'd write a fic where reader is flirty but also has a way of getting herself into clumsy situations- like she bends over to grab something at a party and Joel turns around at the same time and he's pressed right against reader's ass- and these situations keep happening and she just bullies him about him being a pervert until he finally does something about it ;) Keep up the incredible writing!! summary: "when you were young, you'd always thought Joel was handsome - but he was just your dad's friend, someone who would make you blush strictly because he was teasing you. now, though - he makes your cheeks flush for a whole new plethora of reasons." warnings: healthy age gap (reader is around 23, Joel is like 47), DBF!Joel, Mean!Joel, brat tamer!Joel, brat!reader, dom!Joel, semi-public sex, light voyeurism, choking, light dacryphilia, inappropriate use of household appliances, use of word slut, its dirty, slight allusions to exhibitionism, brief choking, so much dirty talk (its joel), so much degradation, reader calls Joel a pervert, teasing, slight dumbification, brief spitting, rough sex, unprotected PiV, cum play, spanking. think that's it!
notes: okay once again, another mean!Joel for the soul! its a problem! im happy for this request bc it helped so much with my writer's block. pls pls keep sending requests i love them all u guys are amazing.
[other Joel fics: iâve got headaches and bad luck but they couldnât touch you fever landmines Mr. Miller Series ]
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the bathroom window fogs much quicker than it used to.Â
it's the first thing you've realized since returning back to your childhood home - the lack of use in your old shower, now empty of all the half-used floral shampoos and body scrubs of your youth.Â
you suppose it makes sense, with your father living on his own now that you're five years out of the house - he has no real need to shower in the bathroom you'd once used as your own. in fact, as you examine under the cabinets and the medicine cupboard, it seems as though he's converted it into a storage room for cleaning supplies and the odd bundle of cotton swabs.Â
it makes you grin as you massage lotion into your legs, staring at your foggy reflection.Â
your father's muffled voice from downstairs shouts something and, in lieu of a response, you towel off and wrap it around yourself, cursing your father for not restocking towels that were large enough to cover yourself in a modest way to your trek back to your room; not that it much matters, your father's friends won't be arriving for another hour and a half, at the least.Â
you're struck with something from your youth when you open the door, though -
and it grunts in response.Â
the breath leaves your throat as your eyes drag over the expanse of chest which lies just in front of the bathroom, with a hand extended almost as if he were about to open the door - muscular arms and a familiar wristwatch - certainly not your father's.Â
you gape up at Joel Miller, who stares, wide-eyed, back down at your form.
your face floods with an immense amount of heat; Joel Miller, your father's closest friend.
you haven't seen him since last summer - and before then it was even more scarce. between college out of state and splitting summers with your father and mother, before your visit home last summer, you don't think you'd seen him since you left for university.Â
he's changed, but not that much - tan, with hair that curls at the nape of his neck, a nicely fit t-shirt that brings out the honey of his eyes. now, though, he's got slight smile lines on his face that compliment his striking, burly features and a peppering of gray through his hair; your mouth runs dry as you take in the large frame of thick shoulders and contoured biceps. christ.Â
when you were a teen, you'd always thought Joel was handsome - he was kind, funny, and would always buy you iced tea when he ran for some beers for him and your father after a day working around the house or in the yard. but he was just your dad's friend, someone who made you blush strictly because he was teasing you.Â
now, though - ever since last summer when you'd caught his eyes lingering on your figure a few too many times, he makes your cheeks flush for a whole new plethora of reasons. it was a thrilling game you came to know last summer - the way heâd flush and clench his jaw after every quip, each slight tease of phrase, wink, of riding up of your skirt when he walked by.
it makes your stomach flip still - and the most delicious part of it all is the smoldering glares he'd give you when you pushed him too far; last summer, you'd discovered the only good thing about your clumsy, teasing nature: Joel's reactions.Â
heâs everything the gentleman, always has been - even when you pushed his buttons, flustered him, he never lost his cool. only ever let his eyes wander and speak for themselves.
so when you open the door directly into him, youâre shocked to see him standing there, eyes wide.
his appearance throws you off, as there was nobody besides your father in the house when you'd stepped into the shower minutes before. tilting your head, you regain your footing quickly, heart picking up as you see his eyes rake over the length of your legs, exposed from the tiny pink towel you wear.
itâs been far too long you think, noting the change in his face when he recognizes you.
his eyes scour over every curve of your body, as if seeing you for the first time- you canât hide your smirk. "can I help you with something, Joel?"Â Â
his eyes avert just as quick as they found you, staring at something extremely interesting just above the crown of your head. "was lookin' for some rags. your father spilled downstairs." he shifts on his feet, looking into the steamy bathroom behind your frame, "didn't realize there was anybody home..."Â
you hum, lifting a brow, "good thing I came out when I did," you send him a sly grin, "or else you'd have gotten a show." you tease, shooting him a gentle wink.
his eyes narrow slightly, tilting his head. he mutters your name lowly and it strikes you that you havenât seen him in over a year and here you are, staring up at him, in a minuscule towel.
âwatch it. didnât know yâwere in there.â he utters, sounding defensive as he crosses his arms over his broad chest.
the rumble of your name as it leaves his lips is insatiable; it bathes you in heat as his eyes flicker down towards your chest and back up to your eyes and you smirk, a light tut leaving your mouth.
"sure you didnât, Joel.â
he cocks a brow at your implications, his head tilting slightly, but he says nothing. your father yells something about warped wood downstairs and the moment snaps, Joel clearing his throat and you looking away.
âI'm onto you, perv." you smirk, winking once again. you don't give yourself the chance to see his reaction as you brush past him, a flick of your wet hair trailing over the green cotton of the shirt that hugs his biceps. you don't hear him move even as you slide past your door and shut it.Â
itâs not until youâre inside your room that you hear the bathroom door slam so hard it reverberates through your walls. you fight your racing heartbeat and dull throb of arousal, pressing your fingers against your hot cheeks.Â
"honey?" your dad calls as you leave your room.
âJoel's here. come say hi and help us set up."
your heart skips, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you round the stairs, where the two men stand at the bottom. feigning surprise, you start down the steps towards them. "hi, Mr. Miller." you say pleasantly, "when did you get here?"Â
Joel's eyes flash with something as he watches you, tilting his head as if trying to decipher what you're playing at -Â as if he didnât see you in a towel thirty minutes ago.
"little bit ago." he responds, shifting on his feet and watching you with crossed arms. âwhen did you get here?â he counters, nodding to your suitcase, which sits still at the top of your stairs.
your dad laughs at your words, though, breaking the tension he didn't even feel before you can answer Joelâs question. "-Mr. Miller? since when did you have any manners?" your dad snorts, "been calling him Joel as long as I have."Â Â you roll your eyes playfully at him, reaching the last step, still a few inches shorter than the man next to your dad.Â
Joelâs eyebrows raise; you look away as you grin. âtrying to be polite, I guess. itâs been a bit.â you shrug.
"guess they did teach ya something mature in college, huh?" you dad smirks, nudging your arm. you flush and shrug just as Joel swallows, "haven't seen you in a while, sweetheart." he nods, "how've you been?"Â
you smile, "been really good, Joel. better now that I get to see my favorite old man." you tease, stepping between the two men, eyes trailing over Joel's gaze even as you walk away. despite your dad's grunt of offense at your joke, he still grins, "you look nice, honey." he says, patting your shoulder.
you smile, not breaking eye contact with Joel as you hum, "thanks, I just showered."Â Â
the crowd is thicker than you expected.
you didnât know your father even had this many friends.
besides your own friends who youâd invited to come catch up, you spent the afternoon chatting with nearly every person in the old neighborhood youâd ever met.
if you thought being home from school while you were a student was bad, being freshly graduated at a backyard barbeque full of your dad's friends was much, much worse.Â
flocks of couples, neighbors, and family friends gravitate towards you in waves, asking about your achievements and new job and oh, what's it like in the big city?Â
you're barely able to break away for a minute to stalk over to the side of your house, nestled up in the grass of your backyard, to grab refreshments - sure, you've already had a few beers and you're not particularly thirsty, but Joel's leaning up against the side of the house and you're drawn with a heat in your abdomen towards him.
a small group of men talk just next to the coolers, engrossed in some conversation that holds no interest to you; but he's there, and something inside you screams for his attention.Â
you barely brush his back to excuse yourself past the bodies, reaching down into the cooler to fish out something palatable.
but your blood runs just as cold as the ice in your hand when a sudden pressure against your ass sends a shiver of desire through you.Â
you instinctively gasp. the pressure of someoneâs hips pressing firmly but briefly against your ass, by accident, startles you as you stand up, a pulsing desire spreading through you instantly once you see Joel, face in shock, behind you.
you swallow; he must have turned after thinking someoneâd tried to get his attention, just as youâd bent over. your face heats up.
you're met with eyes that hold awkward shock and a small dark flame that flickers slowly as your shame suddenly melts into a smirk, lunging at the perfect opportunity to sink your claws into him.Â
"s-sorry, didn't see you there." he stutters slightly. heat pools in your stomach at the flush on his cheeks, the white ring around his knuckles spreading where he grips the neck of his beer bottle too tight.Â
grinning, you shrug. "it's okay, Joel. I'm sure it was an accident. you seem to be prone to them." you say sweetly, voice sounding almost simpering as you smile.
from the look he gives you, it's clear he can see right through your words. "were you grabbing a beer?" you ask, watching his jaw clench.Â
"no, I was-" but he stops himself at the teasing raise of your brows, shaking his head as he tries to save himself from your teasing. "sure. yeah."Â
but just like that, he's fallen into your trap, and you smile, âjust watch where youâre standing this time, yeah?â you ask. and within a split second, you're bending over again right before him, falsely digging through ice to grab a bottle that you know he likes. you shift slightly, leaning your weight on one leg as to pop your hip slightly before straightening up and handing the bottle to him with a smirk.
when you whirl back around, his eyes are up towards the sky, jaw clenched tightly with strain as if silently praying to god; though you know Joel Miller has not once stepped foot into a church in his whole life. he clears his throat tersely, eyes meeting yours again as he grabs the bottle from you. "thanks," he mutters.Â
"you might want to finish that one first." you say with a grin, nodding towards his half-full beer bottle opened in his hands. he looks riled as he sends you a harsh look that only makes you smirk more, shrugging as you saunter off.Â
as much as you try, you canât get the feeling of Joel pressed against you out of your mind.
and, with a shivering glance across the patio, you can tell he canât either; while fully engrossed in a conversation with a woman close to his age, you lock eyes with Joel for a full five seconds before you break away. his gaze is heavy and intent - it follows you, watches you interact with people from the town and your friends from high school.
despite the scorching stares he sends you from across the yard, you keep your distance from Joel, too. you're engrossed catching up with a few friends from high school on the patio when your dad pulls you aside, asking you to help out bringing the food onto the patio.Â
bowls of chips, salads, roasted vegetables, condiments, and several different variations of sweets are brought out and spread across the folded tables outside. the smell of ribs and pulled pork from your father's smoker fills the air while you fill a tub full of water for the kids on the law to bob for apples in, watching from the serenity of your kitchen.Â
the breeze floats through the open window as you stare out, the scene calm as you let your thoughts linger. out near the yard, a woman leans down to pick up a discarded paper plate and the man beside her places his hand on her hip; a gentle squeeze that has your eyes glued to the motion. unable to help it, your mind wanders.
Joel's hands are large; they're rough with callouses from work and the skin gets cracked during the winter, but they're warm. you start to wonder if he's got a woman to touch like that - sure, you remember a few women who'd hung out around your dad and him when you were younger, once Sarah was old enough. but there'd never, to your knowledge, been a serious girlfriend.
you watch with desire as the man taps the woman's hip, fingers close to her ass, as she straightens, and it causes you to avert your eyes. your cheeks heat as you imagine the way it'd feel if you were out there - if the man's hand was Joel's, if he were to grab you in the middle of all these people, shove you down onto your knees-
you clear your throat, eyes snapping down to the sink where the water was overflowing from the bin with a gentle bubbling noise.
you groan to yourself in embarrassment. you need to get a fucking grip - no, you need to get laid.Â
the tub is filled a little too high; it's unsteady as you lift it up, hoisting it above your hips to hold against yourself as you turn around. but there's a figure behind you that makes you jump in shock, jolting the tub until it spills over yourself. you're hit with a shocking rush of cold as the water tips and drenches you; you let out a sharp yelp as one hand flies to your chest. "christ!" you snap, eyes landing on the perpetrator -Â
"Joel!" you snap, "you scared me."
"jesus," he mutters, moving towards you, grabbing the bin from you and placing it down on the counter, "I wasn't even close t'you, sweetheart. I was walkin' into the garage."Â
you swallow, taking a breath to calm your tight nerves. "I was zoned out, I guess-" you curse your bumbling hands, a light breeze catching over your wet skin and sending a shiver through you. just your luck.
you sigh, tilting your head, "what are you doing, slinking around here?" you raise a brow as you accuse him. he rolls his eyes, "ain't slinking anywhere. was goin' to find apples. your dad is adamant about those kids on the lawn. afraid they're gonna tear up his landscaping."Â
you sigh, shaking your head, "you made me spill." you pout dumbly, heart still pounding as you become increasingly aware of how wet your dress is- his eyes narrow, "'s not my fault you're always gettin' yourself into trouble." he mutters, shrugging as he looks down at your chest, the fabric slowly melding itself against your hot skin as the water spreads.Â
"says you." you retort, shaking your head. his eyes catch yours after you mutter it; a quick, intense glance that sends a strike of heat through you. a warning look.Â
but as always, he doesn't linger on your teasing, instead clearing his throat and moving on. it drives you mad as he hums. "at least it's water." he tries, "clean you right up." he hands you a dish towel, which you take with a quirked brow. desire burns between your legs.
"I already showered today," your voice is seductive, floating through the tense silence of the room as your eyes meet the side of his face. "as I'm sure you haven't forgot." you tease.
his hands freeze from where they were, wiping some of the water from the counter with a towel. he turns slowly to look at you, face dark. the air suddenly feels thick. "what's that supposed to mean?" his voice is low, brows drawn as he stares down at you - jaw clenched, chest heaving. his eyes dare you to say it, to let him take a bite.Â
you hum, "don't act coy now, Mr. Miller." you tease, watching his eyes darken with your words. "I see the way you watch me. don't act like you aren't thinking about me." you add boldly, heart hammering - if, somehow, you've made it all up in your delusional head, you're utterly fucked.Â
but his jaw ticks and his inhale is sharp, a flicker of his eyes down to your bra as it peeks through the wet material gives him away. it lights a flame within you that nothing else ever has.Â
"creeping around upstairs while I'm showering. you're trying to tell me you weren't about to slide in, take a peek?" you tilt your head to stare up at him through lidded eyes, kicking the teasing up the highest you've ever done.Â
you push onto your tip toes, your dripping chest mere inches from his as the barbeque continues feet away, outside. "you want to see it, don't you? feel me against you, like you did out there? I'm really warm." you mutter, drinking in his silence as he heaves his chest against yours. âand so tight.â you whisper, bold courage seeping through you as your eyes fall to the straining tent in his pants.
a rush of pride tickles you when he doesn't stop you, doesn't tell you off - so you continue, legs jelly with arousal. "I'm way too young for you, but you just can't stop yourself, can you?" you whisper into his ear, "you're so perverted, Joel."Â
you're throbbing with heat when you pull back slightly to drink in his red cheeks, his piercing stare that nearly kills you. his glare is molten, sharp as his gaze flickers from you then out to the party, returning with a burning malice. "go change. now." is all he says.
"are you distracted, Joel?" you tease, smirking up at him. âor just too scared?â
âshut up.â he orders, the malice behind it barely surviving his bark as his eyes dip quickly to your chest and back.
you smirk, âyou canât keep your eyes away from me. youâre a sick man, Joel.â you mutter, letting your hand drag down the neckline of your dress, exposing your breasts through your wet fabric. he nearly growls, rough hand flying to your bare arm, tugging you close to him. "take it off."Â he hisses.
you blink up at him, shivering from the hungry, dark eyes that seem to tear you apart inch by inch, as you breathe out a defiant, "you're not my dad."Â
he chuckles at that, an exhale leaving his lips. "you're damn right 'm not. and you're not a fuckin' child. go change."Â
you settle on a darker sundress this time, to avoid another wardrobe malfunction.
your heart hammers just as loud in your throat as it did minutes earlier in the kitchen as you stare out your bedroom window, searching for one figure in the crowd of guests. Joel's nowhere in sight, yet the kids are all huddled around a tub of water with bright red apples bobbing up and down.Â
with a sharp sigh, you gather your undergarments and dress to bring down to the washer, flicking off your light.Â
the laundry room smells fresh - a breath of clean air after the suffocating tenseness of the kitchen. the thought of Joel's face makes your cunt flutter slightly; that dark, angry stare - the rouge of his cheeks at your words. where doubt should creep in, nothing but pride fills your mind, knowing you can rile up the man just as easy as riding a bike.Â
you've just started the wash cycle, moving to stand up when the door slams shut, making you jump once again to be met with Joel's large frame.Â
you raise your brows, masking your shock and nerves with a grin, "back for more, creep? too late, I already put my panties in the wash-"Â
but he crowds into you so quick that your mouth snaps shut; your back hits the edge of the washer as you stare up at him, shocked. "'m tired of your shit," he sneers, eyes angry, "prancin' around, wearing next to nothin' and bendin' over for everyone to see." your stomach flutters.
he sneers his next words. "you really that clumsy, or are you just too shy to admit how bad your pussy's aching for your daddy's best friend?"Â
your jaw nearly drops from such bluntness coming from Joel's lips. you've rarely even heard him cuss - only during football games and the one time he burnt his hand on the grill after you'd leaned over and given him a perfect view down your shirt.Â
 "Joel-" you start, a rush of arousal flooding the seat of your panties as you're pushed backwards. he leans into your space, dipping his head until he's in your ear. "who's the real creep, huh?" he mutters, warm breath scattering chills over your neck, "youâre sick, baby. goin' after men almost twice your age." he tuts, sliding his thick jeans between the soft skin of your thighs. âyou got no idea what a man like me could do tâya.â you gasp sharply, hands gripping his thick shoulders and he pushes you back further, your spine thrumming with the rumble of the washing machine.
âbet you think you can show me, donât you?â you challenge, raising a brow.
"tired of your bullshit, sweetheart." he shakes his head, leaning back. "how am I gonna get you to shut up?" he asks mockingly. you swallow, canting your hips slightly as a prickle of desire rolls over you. "bet you'd love to turn this into a lesson, wouldn't you Joel?" you tease back, but he moves his leg up slightly, the rough material brushing against your heat. jolts of pleasure erupt from the spot and you let out a short mewl. his hand rises to grip your jaw, firm but gentle. his skin is hot and large against your cheeks.Â
"don't lie, sweetheart, you love it." he growls, "you love trippin' and spillin' shit just so I can come clean up your mess for you. 's that right? you just need my attention?" his thumb caresses over your cheek, jilting a brow as he stares down at you, "answer me."Â
you swallow dryly, nodding pathetically, "yes."Â
he tuts, condescending as he tilts his head. "where's all the teasing now, baby? you're always so talkative. did'ya realize I'm too much for you?" he taunts.Â
you shake your head, eyes wide, "no!" you eject, flames of heat licking your cheeks as he smirks. you try to go back on yourself, play down your eagerness, "-no, you're not too much, I promise."Â
he tilts his head the other way this time, eyes sharp. "so what is it, then? y'afraid of all the people out there? that your daddy's gonna come looking for ya and find us in here? see me touching you, like the pervert I am? because I'll leave right now 'f that's what you want."Â
you shiver as another rush of arousal floods you, twitching your hips at his words, the low drawl of his voice. you grasp him tight by his biceps, holding yourself against him as you meet his hot stare, unable to voice your desires. your blood pumps with need.Â
"oh." he hums, eyes narrowing as he pushes his thigh up against you roughly, eliciting a short moan from you. "or do you like that?"Â
you swallow, eyes lowering to where you drag your hips over his leg, pathetically desperate. he chuckles and it reverberates in his chest under your palms. "anyone could walk in here, sweetheart. your dad could be on the other side." he whispers into your ear, coaxing a moan from you - he tuts, "-an the washer's not loud enough if y'gonna moan like that."Â
you nod, staring into his eyes; they pierce you with their intensity. he's giving you an out, asking if this is what you really want, or if its just some juvenile grasp for attention. your mind has been made up since you found out Joel was coming today, though.Â
"I'll be quiet for you, Joel." you whisper, nodding, "I can handle it."Â
you can tell, he likes that; he presses to you fully, his hardening cock pressing against your side. you sharply inhale, the reality settling in as you drip with desire, aching for his touch. boldly, with a breath of fresh desire, you snake your hand down to palm him through his jeans - he's thick, straining against his jeans as his grip on your jaw tightens.Â
"how long have you been this hard, Joel?" you tease, confidence sudden as you smirk, "bet you've been thinking of me since you tried to sneak into the shower earlier for a peep show."Â
his hand slides down to grasp your throat as your sentence tapers out: a squeeze causes a rush of pleasure through you. "quit it with the fuckin' lyin'. you're already desperate enough." his breath is hot on your face. with a grin, you accentuate a squeeze on his bulge, coaxing a short grunt from him. "says you, old man?"
this pushes him to the edge.Â
rough hands leave your hip and throat to flip your body over, pushing you until you're bent over the washing machine, its vibrations tremoring your whole body. "eager, are you?" you tease, gasping when one hand presses you from the base of your neck.
his voice is sharp in response, "tired of you, sweetheart. gonna fuck all the teasin' right out of you."Â
your cunt flutters at his words, wiggling your hips until you press against his crotch, feeling the hard thickness of his clothed cock over your panties. "-and you'll probably love every second of it too.â you mutter against the cold white surface of the washer.Â
a harsh swat on your ass makes you yelp slightly, the pleasure smearing arousal between your thighs, legs shaky with anticipation. you swallow heavily when your dress is shoved up over your hips, exposing your skimpy panties to Joel as his large hands splay over the flesh of your ass.Â
his hands grip and squeeze your skin, teasing you, as slowly his fingers graze over the seat of your underwear, toying with the ruined, soaked fabric. "you're dripping," he taunts you, the stark words causing your eyes to widen, a short whimper leaving your lips. "eager, are you?" he parrots your words.Â
you let out a shuddered moan, swallowing as a finger falls to rub feather-light circles over your throbbing, clothed clit. the sensation has you bucking back against his touch, but his own grip on you prevents your movement; a harsh grip on your neck, forcing you down against the vibrations of the machine.
"tell me what you want." Joel mutters, voice commanding. you resist the urge once again to roll your eyes as you grit your teeth; your own medicine tastes bitter as he feeds you spoonfuls. "come on, you've always loved to talk." he sneers, his voice taunting, as if recalling all the times you've teased him, secretly aching for him. "you had such good manners in front of your daddy earlier, didn't you? so where's that pretty please? say pretty please, Joel, please fuck me on my daddyâs washing machine." he adds, thumb pressing down slightly harder on your clit. a strangled noise escaped your throat, your eyes wrenching shut. âsay you want me to use you.â
"fuck- pretty please- J-Joel, please use me-â you whimper, giving up as he hums at your words. a squeeze on your throat.
âyâgonna knock it off with the desperate teasing?â he asks sharply, holding you towards his mouth. you swallow, trying to hide your grin at the wall and hoping Joel canât see it.
âyes, Joel, just please, please fuck me.â you submit to his request, throbbing with desire.
you feel his chest as he leans over you, breath against your spine. "begging your dad's best friend to fuck you? youâre so dirty, baby. you should be ashamed." he tuts, kissing your spine in a feather-light touch as his other hand slides your panties to the side, your arousal already dripping down your legs.Â
your cheeks flush as you nod wordlessly, wiggling your hips slightly, cunt aching for him.Â
he doesn't make you wait any longer;Â his cock is thick and heavy as he pulls himself out of his jeans, running his shaft through your molten heat.
your gasp is strangled as his tip nudges your clit, a groan from his lips rumbling and low as you hold your breath in anticipation. he rocks his hips again and your legs soon tense up, cold against the washer as your hands grip the sides, "hurry, please." your voice is breathless and cracked as you ask it, exhausted and driven wild from his teasing. "need it so bad.â you whimper breathlessly.Â
he has the audacity to chuckle lightly, his thickness spreading your juices and notching just at your entrance before sliding past in tease. your nails scrape the metal as your eyes clench shut - he's so big; a flood of nerves rolls over you.Â
"i know you do, sweetheart.â he mutters; you almost consider slapping him, but then you're sharply inhaling at the sudden sensation of his spit, dripping down onto your pulsing, aching heat. you can't help the moan at the feeling;Â there's a moment where Joel's hand caresses your cheek gently and you can't help but lean into his warm skin, keening at the touch, until it slides over your mouth and you realize he's muffling you.
and then he pushes forwards, breaching your tight, hot cunt.Â
and youâre gasping. simultaneously, you suck in breaths at the sensation, his own groan so low it may be a growl.Â
your brows pinch together at the tight fit; he's so big and you're tight with desire as he slowly inches himself inside, relishing in the agonizing pleasure of him nearly splitting you open. "Joel," you whimper, voice completely muffled by his tight hold on your mouth.Â
he whispers hot against the shell of your ear, "you better be quiet."Â
his voice sends a flood of arousal through you, coaxing his cock further into you, enveloping him into your warmth as his cock presses against the spongy part of you that has your back arching in a gasp. and then he's dragging himself slowly out of you, thrusting back in deep and slow.Â
he lets out a shuttering breath into your collarbone as your nails dig into metal. you squirm at how deep he is; sweat lines your brow as your body is forced against the machine, barely able to accommodate his size. you let out a breathless, broken whine into his palm at the feeling, his length nearly splitting you, the sounds of your arousal slicking him and coating you both as he starts to thrust with a deep pace.
he holds you hard against the machine, ensuring you can't buck your hips, the other hand sliding to your neck, keeping just where he wants you at the angle that has both your eyes nearly rolling back.Â
he growls as he starts to fuck into you hard and rough, the washer shaking with his thrusts. "take me, that's right." he grunts - the sentence sends your toes curling in pleasure. "fuck-" he grunts, "dirty slut, letting me fuck you right here- practically begging me all night-"Â
the vibrations from the washing machine send tremors of pleasure through you and with wide eyes, you can feel your orgasm growing quickly. you can't help the gasps as Joel hits the spot in you that has tears brimming at the edge of your vision.Â
"you close already, sweetheart?" he taunts, hand grabbing both your wrists to pin them against your back. you can't move as he pumps into you, the machine hitting the wall as the fire writhes in your abdomen.Â
you nod, tears almost spilling in pleasure. the vibrations are bringing you so close to the edge as he hits the spongy spot inside you that nearly makes you scream; he chuckles darkly. "you need a little more, baby?"Â
you nod, wailing gently against him as you try to move against him, toes leaving the ground as he fucks you into the machine. "you wanna cum, hm?"Â
you nod furiously, yelping, "yes!" through his muffling.Â
you feel a familiar warm feeling in your abdomen after a several deep thrusts and you moan out as he lifts your leg slightly up, hitting a new angle that nearly sends you over the edge. "fuck." he hisses.
his hands grip your wrists tight, "you know how t'touch your clit, don't you, baby?" he asks. you nod, looking towards the wall as you can't crane your neck further to see him. he doesn't let up on his thrusts, even as you glare at the wall, nodding with a whimper.Â
"why don't you touch yourself, then?" he asks, teasing with a dark lilt in his voice that sends thrills through your body. you flutter and clench at his condescending tone, his hand pinning your wrists back as you struggle to move your hand to where you most need it.Â
"c'mon, sweetheart, try harder. work for it."Â
a tear falls onto the washing machine as he thrusts deep, hard. he hums low, leaning over and hitting a new angle, lips against your neck. "you gonna stop slutting yourself out? anâ stop callin' me a pervert when you throw yourself at me?" he asks, taunting. you groan, nodding enough that your neck hurts as you keen your back towards him, on a desperate edge of something brilliant.Â
he hums, "'kay, baby. touch yourself. want you to cum on my cock."Â
your hands are released and frantically your fingers find your sensitive clit, yelping as he presses his hand harder to your mouth. the feeling is blinding.Â
your cunt flutters as you hit your high not two thrusts later, your whole body tense. you let out a long, loud whine of his name as you nearly short circuit.Â
 âf-fucking tight-" he grunts, his own thrusts sloppy as he chases his own orgasm, already moving on from yours as you go limp with pleasure in his grasp.Â
overstimulation sends your legs quivering as he grips you tighter, fucking into your throbbing heat. your cunt, still sensitive and contracting, drives Joel crazy - though you tense as you hear a familiar voice calling out Joel's name from the patio.Â
your eyes widen, but Joel doesn't stop - not when your dad yells his name louder, as if he's entered the kitchen.Â
and, to your horror, your dad calls out for Joel, asking if he's seen you.Â
 you donât miss the coincidence of your dad yelling into the house in search of you while his best friend cums inside you. a groan quiet in your ear as Joel suddenly stills deep inside you, hot spurts of his cum pumping into you, both your breaths heavy. he rocks into you, shaking breath as your father once again calls for him.Â
when Joel pulls out of you, he caresses your spine, releasing your mouth. you suck in a breath, shuttering when his thumb slides over your ruined cunt, thumbing his cum back inside you gently, lowly groaning.Â
you don't say anything, too shocked to speak as he pulls your panties back over you, dragging your dress over your ass.
releasing you from his grip, he hums into your ear, "now youâll quit your fuckin' teasing, you hear me?"Â
and then, within seconds, you hear him returning outside, calling back your dad's name while you try to stand upright on shaky legs.Â
shit.
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Whispers of Desires
You and your girlfriend are navigating the tender stages of experiencing your first time together.
Whispers of Desires is for 18+ only.
This piece contains intimate conversations about sex, characterized by a mix of awkward, shy, and loving moments. It also includes a depiction of soft, slow, and tender sexual activity, with a focus on emotional connection and mutual care.
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Note: Iâve spent a lot of time crafting this piece, and while it may be a bit longer than initially planned, I felt that each moment deserved the detail it received. I've adjusted it a little. I hope it meets everyoneâs expectations. Thank you so much for the kind messages and support after the teaser. I appreciate it a lot.
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The kitchen is warm with the scent of freshly baked pastries, the lingering aroma of sugar and butter mixing with the comforting familiarity of Alexiaâs home. You stand at the counter, carefully folding a dishcloth, trying to keep your thoughts focused on the simple, repetitive tasks. The to-do list lies nearby, a silent reminder of the things you can control, and the one thing you can't seem to face.
You glance at the list, its contents scribbled in your neat handwriting:
To-Do List: 1. Clean up the kitchen 2. Fold laundry 3. Talk to Alexia about her sexual desires
Your eyes linger on the third item, the one you've been dreading. With a sigh, you quickly strike through it, the pen's ink cutting across the words as if that could erase the anxiety gnawing at you. You canât bring yourself to talk to her about that, not yet. What if the rumors are true? What if her desires are something you can't fulfill? You donât want to lose her, but you also donât want to lose yourself in the process.
Youâve heard all the rumors about Alexia Putellas. That she loves to dominate, to pull her partners apart with a fierce intensity. That she revels in control, in the thrill of the chase. That her passion is raw and fast. Each whisper you caught only fueled your anxiety, a churning storm of nerves that seemed impossible to quiet. You tried to ignore them, to push the thoughts aside, but they lingered in the back of your mind, casting shadows over the love you share.
And now, with the possibility of taking the next step in your relationship looming before you, the fear has only grown. Youâre scared to take that step, terrified that your desires arenât the same as hers. What if you canât match her intensity? What if what she wants is something you canât give? The thought of not being enough for her, of failing her in some way, sends a cold shiver down your spine.
You start wiping down the counters, moving in a methodical rhythm, each swipe of the cloth offering a brief distraction from the storm brewing in your mind. The sponge glides over the cool surface, removing traces of flour and sugar, but the tension in your chest remains.
As you straighten up the scattered baking supplies, your eyes drift toward the small, framed photo on the windowsill. It's a candid shot taken on a sunny day, the two of you caught mid-laughter, arms wrapped around each other, the kind of joy that feels almost too good to be true. The memory makes you pause, your fingers brushing the frame lightly as you wonder if youâre letting your fears overshadow the truth of what you have.
The whispers, the rumors, they all seem so distant when you think about the woman you know. The Alexia who smiles softly at you over breakfast, who texts you in the middle of the day just to say she misses you, who holds your hand like it's the most natural thing in the world. But still, the doubts linger, making you question whether you truly know her as well as you think.
The front door clicks open, and you hear the familiar sound of her footsteps, steady and sure, as they approach the kitchen. You barely have time to turn before sheâs there, her presence filling the room with an effortless grace.
âHola, amor,â she greets you, her voice soft and filled with warmth that wraps around you like a blanket. She glances around the kitchen, taking in the clean counters and organized space. âCĂłmo va todo?â
You quickly grab the to-do list, folding it in half and slipping it into your pocket before she can see the items youâve been obsessing over. âEverythingâs good,â you reply, hoping your voice sounds more steady than you feel. But Alexia is already closer, her eyes searching yours with a mixture of affection and curiosity.
Before she can ask anything more, you close the distance between you, leaning in to kiss her softly. Her lips are warm, and for a moment, the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you in this quiet, shared moment. She hums contentedly against your lips, a small, pleased sound that makes your heart flutter.
âMmm, that was nice,â she murmurs when you pull back, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. She switches to English, her accent making the words sound even sweeter. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you closer into the safety of her embrace. âWhat were you up to, amor?â
âJust trying to get things sorted around here,â you say, your voice quieter now, more intimate. âHow was your day?â
âBusy, but good,â she replies, her voice a little softer now, as if the closeness between you demands a gentler tone. âI missed you, though.â The sincerity in her voice makes your chest tighten with emotion.
âI missed you too,â you admit, your hand resting on her arm, tracing small patterns on the sleeve of her shirt. You can feel the steady beat of her heart through the fabric, and it gives you a small sense of calm. âIâve been thinking about you all day.â
Alexiaâs eyes soften as she leans in for another kiss, this one more urgent, more filled with the longing that has been building up in both of you throughout the day. Her lips move against yours with a tenderness that quickly deepens into something more, a hunger that you feel echoing in your own chest.
Your heart races as you return her kiss, your fingers threading through her hair, holding onto her as if sheâs the only solid thing in your world. For a moment, you lose yourself in the warmth of her touch, in the way she makes you feel safe and cherished.
But as the kiss grows more intense, a wave of anxiety crashes over you, pulling you back to the surface. You break the kiss abruptly, your breath coming in short, uneven gasps. Alexia pulls back just enough to look at you, concern etched on her features.
âQuĂ© pasa?â she asks softly, her hand coming up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing against your skin in a soothing gesture. Her eyes search yours, trying to understand whatâs going on inside your head.
You struggle to find the words, torn between the love you feel for her and the fear thatâs been gnawing at you for days. You want to be honest with her, to share whatâs been weighing on your heart, but the words stick in your throat, refusing to come out. Youâre scared, scared that your desires donât match hers, scared that what she wants is something youâre not sure you can give. And more than anything, youâre scared of losing her, of the possibility that this might be something that could drive a wedge between you.
Alexia waits patiently, her gaze steady and filled with a quiet strength that both comforts and intimidates you. She deserves the truth, but youâre not sure youâre ready to face it yourself. Not yet.
Alexia's concerned gaze remains locked on you as you struggle to find the right words. Your chest tightens with the weight of your fears, and you can feel your face flush with a mixture of embarrassment and anxiety. The warmth of her hand on your cheek feels comforting, yet it only amplifies your nervousness. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart.
âIââ you start, your voice trembling slightly. âIâve been... thinking a lot about us, and, um, thereâs something I need to talk to you about.â You stumble over the words, each one feeling like a hurdle youâre barely able to jump. You clear your throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure. âI mean, I know weâve been... close and everything, and I love you so much, but... but Iâve heard some things, and Iââ
You stop abruptly, your hands gesturing awkwardly as if trying to physically grasp the right words. The shame of not being able to articulate your feelings is almost overwhelming. You glance around, desperately searching for something to focus on.
Alexia, sensing your distress, gently guides you towards the couch. âCome on, amor,â she says softly, her voice soothing. âLetâs sit down. You look like you could use a minute.â She leads you to the couch and gestures for you to sit, her touch light but reassuring.
You sink onto the couch, feeling a mixture of relief and dread. Alexia moves to the kitchen, her movements quick but purposeful. She returns with two glasses of water, handing one to you. âHere, drink this. It might help you feel a bit better.â
You take the glass, your hands still trembling slightly as you sip the cool water. Alexia sits beside you, her proximity comforting, yet her eyes are filled with an inquisitive tenderness. She reaches out and takes your free hand in hers, squeezing it gently.
âWhatever it is, we can talk about it,â she says softly. âIâm here for you.â
Feeling the pressure of your emotions building, you fumble for the to-do list youâd tucked away in your pocket. With a sheepish glance at Alexia, you pull it out and hand it to her. Her eyes widen slightly as she looks down at the list, and you see a faint blush spread across her cheeks.
âI, um, I had this list,â you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. âIt was supposed to help me keep track of things... but I couldnât bring myself to talk about... that last item.â You gesture vaguely at the paper, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Alexiaâs eyes dart to the list, and she blushes lightly as she reads the crossed-out line. The color in her cheeks deepens, and she bites her lip, clearly feeling a bit awkward about the whole situation. âOh, um...â she stammers, her cheeks growing warm. âI see youâve, uh, crossed out that part.â
You canât help but feel a pang of guilt as you watch her reaction. The sight of her blushing and stumbling over her words makes your heart ache. âIâm sorry,â you say quietly, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on you. âI didnât mean to make you uncomfortable. I just⊠Iâve been hearing these things, and I didnât know if we were on the same page.â
Alexiaâs eyes soften with understanding, even though sheâs clearly flustered. She reaches out, gently squeezing your hand in a gesture of reassurance. âIâm sorry if Iâve given you the wrong impression,â she says, her voice a little shaky but kind. âI really didnât mean to cause any worry. I guess I didnât realize how much those rumors were affecting you.â
You nod, feeling a lump form in your throat. âYeah, theyâve been on my mind a lot,â you admit. âIâm just scared that my own desires might not match up with what you want. Iâve always preferred things to be a bit softer, you know?â
Alexiaâs blush deepens, but she quickly shakes off her shyness, her eyes meeting yours with a sincere intensity. âI understand,â she says softly. âAnd I want to make sure you feel comfortable with us exploring this together.â She pauses, then adds, her voice growing more confident but still tinged with a hint of awkwardness, âI, um, like to be in control and, well, sometimes a bit rough. But that doesnât mean we canât adjust things to fit what we both want.â
You feel a wave of relief wash over you at her honesty. âThank you for sharing that,â you say, your voice tinged with gratitude. âI really appreciate you being open with me. Can I ask you something? What do you like, exactly?â
Alexia takes a deep breath, her shyness melting away as she becomes more animated. âI, um, really enjoy taking the lead, feeling like Iâm in charge,â she says, her eyes brightening with a newfound confidence. âBut I also love hearing what you like, what makes you feel good. I want to make sure we both have what we need.â
Her willingness to adapt and consider your feelings makes you feel incredibly valued. You squeeze her hand back, your heart swelling with appreciation. âI like it when things are gentle and tender,â you admit, feeling more at ease now that the conversation is flowing openly. âItâs important to me that we both feel good about what weâre doing.â
After the conversation, the dynamic between you and Alexia shifts subtly but significantly. Thereâs a new warmth in her gaze, an added layer of intimacy that wasnât there before. The initial awkwardness has melted away, replaced by a deeper understanding and a tangible current of desire that flows between you.
In the days that follow, the air seems charged with a new energy. You notice the way Alexia's touches linger a little longer, the way her kisses are filled with a gentle urgency that wasnât there before. Conversations take on a more flirtatious tone, filled with playful teasing and soft, suggestive glances. The connection between you feels more electric, more alive, as if the boundaries between affection and desire have become wonderfully blurred.
One evening, after a particularly busy day, you find yourselves curled up on the couch together. The soft light of the lamp casts a warm glow around the room, creating an intimate cocoon where itâs just the two of you. Alexiaâs head rests on your shoulder, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on your arm as you talk about your day.
âIâve been thinking a lot about what we talked about,â Alexia murmurs, her voice low and warm. Her breath tickles your skin, sending a shiver of anticipation through you. âIâm really glad we had that conversation.â
âMe too,â you reply, your voice soft. âI feel like things are... different now, in a good way.â
Alexia lifts her head, her eyes meeting yours with a sparkle of playful mischief. âDifferent how?â she asks, her voice taking on a teasing edge.
You smile, feeling a flush of warmth at her proximity. âWell, for one, thereâs this new... tension between us,â you say, your words coming out with a hint of nervousness and excitement. âI feel it every time weâre close.â
Alexiaâs smile widens, her eyes darkening with a mix of affection and desire. âIâve noticed that too,â she says softly. She leans in, her lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss that quickly deepens into something more passionate. Her hands find their way to your face, cupping it gently as her kisses grow more fervent.
As the days pass, the physical connection between you both becomes more intense. You find yourselves stealing kisses whenever you can, your touches lingering with a newfound intensity. Each caress, each look, becomes a promise of whatâs to come, a gentle build-up to the moment when youâll finally give in to the desire thatâs been growing between you.
With your heart full of anticipation and a touch of nervousness, you decide to make tonight special. Something that reflects the tender connection you both cherish. You spend the afternoon preparing, wanting every detail to be perfect.
The apartment is filled with the warm, inviting scent of your cooking. Youâve prepared a simple yet elegant dinner, something that you know Alexia loves. The table is set with your best dishes, a bottle of wine breathing on the side, and soft, flickering candlelight casting a golden glow over everything. The lights are dimmed, the apartment bathed in a warm, romantic ambiance that feels almost magical.
Youâve added little touches around the room. Fresh flowers in a vase on the table, the soft strains of music playing in the background, the living room rearranged slightly to create a more intimate setting. Itâs a space that feels safe and inviting, designed to make tonight memorable.
As the time draws near, you catch yourself fidgeting with the edges of your dress, smoothing out invisible wrinkles, adjusting the candles on the table one last time. Thereâs a nervous flutter in your stomach, a mix of excitement and anxiety as you wait for Alexia to arrive. You want everything to be perfect, but more than that, you want to show her just how much she means to you.
As the final touches are set, you hear the front door creak open, and your heart skips a beat. You quickly smooth down the fabric of your dress, a soft blush warming your cheeks. Youâve chosen something special for tonight. An elegant dress that flows gracefully, making you feel beautiful and confident, even if your heart is still racing with anticipation.
When Alexia steps into the apartment, she pauses in the doorway, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in the sight of you. Her reaction is immediate and genuine. A wide, happy smile spreads across her face, lighting up her features. For a moment, she just stands there, staring at you as if sheâs seeing you for the first time. The look of admiration in her eyes makes your heart swell with warmth.
âWow,â she breathes out, her voice tinged with awe. âYou look... increĂble, amor. So beautiful.â She takes a step closer, her gaze sweeping over you with a mixture of affection and admiration. âIâIâm so lucky,â she stammers, her usual confident demeanor giving way to a shy, almost bashful expression.
You feel a blush rise to your cheeks at her praise, and you canât help but smile shyly. âThank you,â you reply, feeling a rush of warmth from her words. The way sheâs looking at you makes you feel like the most beautiful person in the world.
Alexiaâs gaze then shifts momentarily to her own outfitâcasual training wear that sheâs clearly worn just for comfort. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks as she nervously tugs at the hem of her sweatshirt. âOh, I, um... I didnât realize Iâd be, uh, underdressed,â she stammers, her eyes flitting between you and her own attire. âI didnât expectââ
You cut her off gently, stepping closer and taking her hand in yours. âYou look great,â you say sincerely, giving her a reassuring squeeze. âI love how soft and relaxed you look. I just wanted to make tonight special for you, for us. Itâs not about the clothes. Itâs about being together.â
Alexiaâs blush deepens, but she seems to relax at your words. She looks into your eyes with a mixture of gratitude and affection. âThank you,â she says, her voice softening. âYou really didnât have to do all this, but it means so much that you did.â
Without another word, she leans in and presses a tender kiss to your lips. The kiss is warm and full of affection, a perfect encapsulation of the love and understanding that has blossomed between you. When she pulls back, her eyes are filled with a soft, loving glow. âIâm really lucky to have you,â she murmurs, her voice full of emotion.
Her words are reassuring, and you feel your nervousness begin to fade, replaced by a sense of calm. You lead her to the table, pulling out her chair before taking your seat across from her. The candles flicker between you, casting soft shadows on her face as she looks at you with a tenderness that makes your heart swell.
Dinner is a quiet, intimate affair. The conversation flows easily, filled with laughter and shared glances that say more than words ever could. The food is delicious, but itâs the company that truly makes the evening special. With each passing moment, the connection between you deepens, the unspoken promise of whatâs to come lingering in the air.
After the last bite of dessert, Alexia leans back in her chair, her eyes never leaving yours. âThis was amazing,â she says, her voice low and warm. âThank you for doing all of this.â
You smile, feeling a flush of pride at her words. âIâm glad you liked it. I just wanted us to have a night thatâs... just for you, for us.â
Alexiaâs eyes soften even more, and she reaches across the table to take your hand, her thumb gently stroking the back of it. âYouâve made me feel so special tonight,â she murmurs, her voice filled with emotion. âAnd I want to make sure you feel the same.â
The intensity in her gaze sends a shiver down your spine, but itâs a different kind of shiver than the anxiety youâve felt before. Itâs one of anticipation, of knowing that youâre about to share something incredibly intimate and meaningful with the person you love. You nod, unable to find the right words to express what youâre feeling, but knowing that she understands.
She stands, pulling you up with her, and with a gentle smile, she leads you into the living room. The atmosphere here is even more intimate, the music playing softly in the background, the candles youâd placed around the room casting a soft, romantic glow. Alexia pauses in the middle of the room, turning to face you, her hands resting lightly on your waist.
She looks at you with such affection, such care, that it takes your breath away. âAre you okay?â she asks softly, her voice filled with concern and love. âWe can take things slow, amor. Thereâs no rush.â
You nod, your heart full of love for her. âIâm okay,â you reply, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest. âI want this... with you.â
Alexiaâs smile is soft and full of warmth. She leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, one that speaks of all the tenderness she feels for you. The kiss deepens slowly, her hands moving up to cup your face, her thumbs brushing your cheeks in a gesture that is both protective and loving.
As the kiss lingers, your hands find their way to her back, holding her close, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. The room seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this bubble of intimacy. The fears and doubts that had once clouded your mind now seem distant, replaced by the certainty that this moment, this connection, is exactly where youâre meant to be.
When she pulls back slightly, her forehead resting against yours, you can see the love and desire in her eyes, tempered by the same care sheâs shown throughout the night. âI want you to feel safe with me,â she whispers, her breath warm against your skin. âAnd I want you to tell me if thereâs anything you need, anything you want.â
You nod, your heart swelling with emotion. âI feel safe with you,â you say, your voice trembling slightly with the depth of your feelings. âAnd I want to be with you... just like this.â
Her smile is full of understanding, and she takes your hand, leading you to the couch where youâd spent so many nights talking, laughing, and just being together. But tonight, it feels different. Thereâs a sense of anticipation, of something new and beautiful blooming between you.
She sits down, pulling you gently onto her lap, her arms wrapping around you in a way that feels both protective and possessive. Her lips find yours again, the kiss slow and tender, her hands exploring your body with a softness that speaks of her care for you. You feel her breath hitch slightly as her hands move over the curves of your body, her desire evident but tempered by the gentle way she touches you.
You respond in kind, your hands moving through her hair, down her back, holding her close as you both sink deeper into the kiss. The world outside ceases to exist, leaving just the two of you, wrapped in the warmth of each otherâs embrace.
Her lips trail from your mouth to your neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your skin, each one sending a shiver of pleasure through you. Her hands continue their gentle exploration, never rushing, always mindful of the pace youâve set together. You can feel the tension in her body, the restraint sheâs holding onto, and it only makes you love her more.
You shift slightly, straddling her lap, your hands resting on her shoulders as you look into her eyes. âAlexia,â you whisper, your voice filled with all the love and desire you feel. âI want this... with you.â
Her eyes darken with desire, but thereâs also a softness there, a tenderness that reassures you. âI want this too,â she murmurs, her hands settling on your hips, holding you close. âMore than anything.â
The moment feels like itâs wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and mutual affection. Alexiaâs fingers gently trace the curves of your waist, and you can feel the connection between you growing stronger with each passing second.
Suddenly, with a playful glint in her eye, Alexia shifts slightly beneath you and starts to rise. You yelp in surprise, your arms tightening instinctively around her shoulders as she lifts you effortlessly from her lap. Her strength is both reassuring and exhilarating, a reminder of her athletic prowess.
âWhoa, careful!â you laugh nervously, gripping her tightly as she stands up. Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and she chuckles softly at your reaction.
âRelax,â Alexia teases gently, her voice low and soothing. âIâve got you. Iâm an athlete, remember?â She holds you securely against her, her muscles flexing as she adjusts her grip to make sure youâre comfortable.
With a tender smile, Alexia walks slowly towards the bed, her steps measured and deliberate. As she reaches the edge of the mattress, she carefully lowers you onto the soft surface. Despite her careful movements, you cling to her, your arms wrapped around her neck as if reluctant to let go.
She pauses for a moment, her eyes roaming over your body with a mixture of admiration and affection. Her gaze lingers on you, taking in the sight of you stretched out on the bed, your dress clinging to your form in a way that makes her eyes darken with desire.
A warm, affectionate smile spreads across her face as she looks up at you. The connection between you both feels electric, charged with an intensity that makes your heart race. Without breaking eye contact, Alexia leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. The kiss is soft and lingering, a promise of the intimacy to come.
As she deepens the kiss, she begins to lay her own weight down beside you, her body pressing against yours with a comforting warmth. You can feel her heartbeat against your chest, syncing with your own in a rhythm that feels perfectly natural.
Her hands explore your dress, her fingers tracing along the fabric as she starts to unfasten it. You help her, your movements synchronized as you pull the dress up and over your head. The dress slides off with a soft rustle, leaving you in your underwear.
Alexiaâs fingers trail along your exposed skin, her touch light and teasing. She smiles up at you, her gaze filled with adoration. âYou look beautiful,â she murmurs, her voice low and sincere. The way she looks at you makes you feel cherished, every inch of you appreciated.
She then starts to peel off her tracksuit, her movements slightly awkward as she tries to juggle her clothing while maintaining her focus on you. You help her, your fingers brushing against her skin as you assist with removing the tracksuit. Her clothes fall to the floor in a soft heap, leaving her in a simple, form-fitting top and underwear.
With the room filled with a tender, expectant silence, you take a deep breath, your fingers hovering hesitantly above her skin. You let your hands drift toward her chest, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You want to trace your fingers over her beautiful breasts, but you hesitate, unsure if youâre crossing any boundaries.
Shyly, you lift your gaze to meet hers, seeking reassurance in her eyes. The vulnerability in your expression is met with a soft, reassuring smile from Alexia. Her eyes, full of warmth and encouragement, seem to invite you to continue.
âEstĂĄ bien, amor,â she whispers in Spanish, her voice soothing and full of affection. She gently takes your hands in hers, guiding them with a loving touch to cup her breasts. The warmth of her skin beneath your palms is both exhilarating and comforting.
As you make contact, Alexia lets out a soft, breathy moan, a sound so beautiful and intimate that it sends a shiver of pleasure through you. The sound resonates deeply within you, amplifying the connection you share and making you feel incredibly close to her.
With a gentle yet assertive grace, Alexia begins to take more control of the moment. She shifts her weight slightly, pressing her body more firmly against yours, allowing her warmth and softness to envelop you. Her hands glide over your body with a tenderness that feels both exhilarating and reassuring.
âJust let me guide you,â she murmurs softly, her voice a mix of confidence and tenderness. âTell me what you like, and weâll explore this together.â
You nod, your breath coming in soft, uneven gasps as you let her lead. Her fingers trail down your sides, exploring your curves with a careful touch that sends waves of pleasure through you. She lifts her gaze to yours, searching for any sign of hesitation, and you respond with a soft, encouraging smile, giving her the silent permission she needs.
Alexiaâs hands continue their journey, gently slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear. She eases them down slowly, her movements deliberate and careful as she uncovers your skin. The cool air against your exposed core contrasts with the warmth of her touch, intensifying the sensations you're experiencing.
As she removes your underwear completely, she turns her attention to her own, her fingers deftly working to peel them away. The sight of her undressing, her body illuminated by the soft light, makes your heart race with anticipation. When she finally discards her last piece of clothing, she pauses, letting you take in the beauty of her fully exposed form.
Overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment, you slowly shift into a sitting position on the bed, reaching out to wrap your arms around her. The softness of her skin against your body is electrifying, and you hold her close, your breath mingling with hers.
You lean in to plant gentle kisses on her exposed breasts, your lips brushing against her warm skin with a reverence that conveys just how much you adore her. Each kiss is tender, filled with love and a desire to show her how much she means to you.
You then trail your kisses down her left inner arm, admiring the beauty of her tattoo as your lips make contact with her skin, adding a layer of intimacy and appreciation to the tattoo. You slowly and softly set you teeth in her soft flesh.
The sensation of your kisses and bites elicits a soft, appreciative sigh from Alexia, her body responding to the gentle affection. âI like that,â she murmurs softly, her voice laced with warmth and pleasure. âIt feels so good.â
She continues to revel in the intimacy youâre sharing, her hands tenderly caressing your back as you continue to kiss her. The closeness between you both becomes even more palpable, each touch and kiss a testament to your deep connection.
After a while, with a loving and considerate touch, Alexia gently guides you back onto the bed. âLetâs take our time,â she says softly, her voice filled with reassurance. As she helps you settle onto your back, her gaze remains tender and attentive, ensuring you feel both comfortable and cherished.
Once youâre comfortably situated, Alexia positions herself above you with a graceful and deliberate motion. Her core makes contact with yours, and she begins to move with a slow, rhythmic motion. She rocks back and forth with a gentle, deliberate pace, creating a sensation that blends pleasure with the perfect amount of pressure.
Her movements are tender yet purposeful, each shift and glide against you enhancing the intimate connection youâre experiencing together. The rhythm she sets is both soothing and stimulating, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the shared moment of closeness. The feeling of her body moving against yours is a harmonious dance of pleasure and tenderness, deepening the bond you share and making each moment feel incredibly special.
As the pleasure builds, you finally allow yourself to be vocal about how good she makes you feel. Soft, breathy moans escape your lips, each sound a testament to the intensity of the sensations coursing through you. You find yourself unable to keep quiet, your voice betraying the immense pleasure youâre experiencing. The sounds you make only seem to encourage Alexia, her own movements becoming more attuned to your responses, amplifying the mutual pleasure you both are sharing.
As the pleasure between you builds, Alexiaâs focus remains unwaveringly on you. Her eyes, filled with a mix of adoration and passion, roam over your face and body. âYouâre so beautiful,â she whispers, her voice tender and filled with genuine appreciation. âAnd you make me feel so incredible.â
Her words are a soothing balm, adding to the warmth of the moment. The pleasure between you becomes almost overwhelming, and in the throes of it, her movements start to quicken. The rhythm of her grinding grows faster, her passion driving her actions as she becomes more lost in the sensation.
In her heightened state of desire, Alexiaâs hand reaches out and firmly grabs your right breast, her fingers pinching your nipple roughly. The unexpected intensity makes you gasp in surprise, your body reacting sharply to the sensation. Her eyes widen in alarm as she notices your reaction, and she immediately halts her movements.
âOh mierda, lo siento, lo siento mucho,â she breathes, her voice laced with concern. âI didnât mean to hurt you.â
Despite the sudden stop, the sensation had been unexpectedly pleasurable, and you find yourself blushing, feeling exposed but also intrigued. You look up at her, your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. âIt, um, actually felt good,â you admit shyly. âIf you want to, you can continue.â
Alexiaâs expression shifts from concern to a warm, relieved smile. Her eyes reflect a blend of affection and excitement as she takes your words to heart. âAre you sure?â she asks softly, her voice tender and filled with a gentle eagerness.
You nod, feeling a newfound confidence in sharing your desires. âYes, Iâm sure,â you affirm. âI trust you, and I want to experience this with you.â
With your reassurance, Alexia resumes her movements, her touch becoming more deliberate and attentive as she finds a rhythm that balances both pleasure and sensitivity. Her continued exploration of your body is filled with a renewed passion and care, ensuring that every moment is both thrilling and deeply intimate.
As the sensations between you intensify, Alexiaâs movements become a rhythmic dance of passion and tenderness. Her body rocks gently but purposefully against yours, each motion sending waves of pleasure through you. She maintains a steady gaze, her eyes never leaving yours, communicating unspoken affection and desire.
âYou feel so amazing,â she murmurs softly, her voice a tender caress against your ear. âI love the way you respond to me.â
Her words are a constant comfort, her sweet reassurances adding an extra layer of intimacy to the moment. She leans down to kiss you, her lips finding yours with a fervent yet gentle touch. The kiss is a melding of emotions, a silent conversation of love and longing that deepens with each passing second.
As the pleasure reaches its peak, her hands move with a delicate precision, enhancing the sensations and making sure you feel cherished and adored. She holds you close, her body pressed against yours, and the steady rhythm of her movements becomes a perfect symphony of shared ecstasy.
The culmination of your mutual pleasure comes as a breathtaking crescendo. You both feel the rush of release, a powerful and overwhelming wave that washes over you, leaving you breathless and blissful. Alexiaâs soft, contented moans mix with your own vocal expressions of pleasure, creating a harmony that is both beautiful and deeply personal.
You kiss her tenderly, your lips moving in a gentle rhythm that matches the lingering waves of pleasure. The kiss is a promise of love and devotion, a sweet exchange that further cements the bond you share. Her hands cradle your face, her touch tender and reassuring as she pulls back slightly to look into your eyes.
âThank you for being so amazing,â you whisper, your voice filled with genuine affection. âIâve never felt this close to anyone before.â
Alexiaâs eyes shine with a mix of love and satisfaction. âItâs because of you,â she replies softly. âYouâve made this so special. I love you so much.â
As the euphoria of the moment begins to settle, Alexiaâs teasing smile makes a reappearance, her eyes twinkling with playful affection. She leans in close, brushing a strand of hair from your face before speaking, her tone light yet filled with meaning.
âI donât stand a chance of having a normal life with you, do I?â she teases, her voice laced with warmth. âYouâve made me want to do this with you every single moment, exploring new things, finding out what we both like. Weâre just getting started, and Iâm so excited to explore even more with you.â
She punctuates her words with that little shy smile of hers, the one that always manages to melt your heart. Itâs a perfect blend of her natural confidence and the sweet, awkward vulnerability that makes her so endearing.
You canât help but laugh softly at her words, feeling both exhilarated and a little overwhelmed by the intensity of your connection. âGosh, what have I gotten myself into?â you tease back, your tone playful but your heart swelling with affection.
Alexia chuckles, her smile widening as she leans down to kiss you again, this time more slowly, savoring the moment. âWhatever it is, I hope youâre ready for it,â she murmurs against your lips, her voice carrying both a promise and a challenge.
âI am,â you whisper back, feeling a surge of anticipation for the adventures yet to come.
With her by your side, youâre ready to explore everything. Every desire, every emotion, every new discovery. As you lie there in each otherâs arms, the future feels wide open, full of possibility, and you know without a doubt that youâre exactly where youâre meant to be.
As you hold Alexia close, the warmth of her embrace and the depth of your connection make you realize how unfounded your doubts had been. In this moment of intimacy and understanding, you know with certainty that your fears were unnecessary, and that what you share is stronger and more beautiful than you ever imagined.
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