#i was looking for the last time i took a break week so i could copy over the post for it and realized it was last april

[cursingtoji]

the cardio machine i want is on the cardio machine

cw: gym rat toji x loser!gf - size kink, sweat kink (?), toji is a big old meanie. loser!gf series: geto gojo nanami.

loser!reader who, like a million other sedentary people on new year’s eve, said “new year new me” and proceeded to enroll at the local gym.

gym rat!toji who knew how things are in the beginning of the year, so the first week he arrives one hour earlier than usual to avoid all the lazy fucks that won’t last two months.

of course he makes a few mental bets on the ones that would quit and how long it would take, you included.

it’s easy to spot the “i don’t want lift weights cause i don’t want look jacked” type of girl.

at the breaks between one set and the other he looked around, not surprised to see you slowing down the treadmill after running not even two whole minutes.

sometimes he caught you staring at him through the mirror, not an uncommon occurrence amonst the women there, though you surprised him one day by tapping his shoulder after he finishing his weighted squats.

“can you… give me a few tips?” he looked so intimidated, from up close his shoulders looked like a wall, he stared at you from above, dark green eyes seemed to be heavily judging you, “never mind this was a bad idea, sorry” you turned around, grabbing you bottle and running off the gym.

by the time you managed to gather the courage to show your face back there two whole weeks had passed.

“consistency is the key you know” you were distracted looking down your phone while slowly walking the treadmill when the handsome man appeared beside you, the sudden presence destabilized you.

before you could become the viral video of the week when inevitably a gym employee decides to post the security footage of your ass rolling off the active treadmill, toji wrapped one big arm around your waist and pulled you to the stable floor.

“you caught me off guard the other day” he said completely unfazed by saving you from a life of embarrassment, “then you disappeared.”

“yeah i didn’t know if i wanted to come back anyways, i haven’t see any results so far” you pulled the hem of your shirt down.

toji snorted, “‘course you ain’t seeing results, sweetheart, you don’t lift.”

“well, it’s hard…” toji rolled his eyes, there was always an excuse.

though he also did a new year’s resolution of being more patient, for his kids primarily but teaching a cute thing like you could be a good exercise too.

soon enough, toji was correcting your form, texting you asking why you haven’t showed up to the gym and ringing your bell incessantly when you complained about muscle pain and said you wouldn't go that day.

“it’ll feel better once you start to move” he explained, resting on your door frame when you opened the door on your pajamas.

“let me alone, just today” you whined.

“you asked for my help now go put on something without cartoons on it” he waited for you to turn around and slapped your butt. it had been only one week he was coaching you but there was already a weird intimacy due to the fact he was pretty much always looking at your body and touching you.

to correct your form. obviously.

"what do i have to do today, coach fushiguro?" you asked from your bedroom through an ajar door which allowed toji to get a peek at your pink underwear and cute ass.

"cardio, bicycle first. get some blood flowing on those sore muscles" he tilted his head and raised his eyebrows watching you bend over to grab a biker shorts at the lowest drawer then holding back a laughter at the grunt of pain coming from you.

"once it gets better i can teach you other types of cardio" he walked around your kitchen examining your cabinets and stuff you kept in your fridge. needless to say it was all junk.

"can't wait" you replied sarcastically, failing to understand the meaning.

it took a few more days till you got used to toji's training, then he decided to focus on your upper body.

"such a simple movement, how do you manage to get that wrong?" he raised from the bench he was sitting behind you watching your form through the mirror. you almost dropped the weights at your feet when he came close. it was almost scary how much bigger than you he was especially seeing it throght the mirror. his right hand wrapped around yours on the dumbell and his bicep touched your arm as he pushed your arm closer to your body, "tuck your elbows in, straight your back" his free hand pushed your shoulders till they were touching his chest.

how come he smelled so good, so... musky and...

"are you even making any force?" he lowered his head, his reflection looking annoyed. so you decided to ignore the sudden heat between your thighs and flex your arm the way he taught you.

and just like he promised, when you were consistent enough and handling a good 5 minute run he decided to show you a more pleasing cardio.

"toji please~" you whined, thighs burning from riding him, you were using his rock hard abdomen as a support, but still.

"one more minute, come on" he looked at the watch on his wrist and slapped your ass, "haven't i prep-ed you good enough?" his thumb rubbed your bottom lip then pushed in meeting your tongue, where you tasted yourself in his digits one hour after he ringed your bell and said he was going to reward your good discipline, but he had to strech you first.

"good girl" you felt his abdomn flex when he raised from his laying position on your bed, "now leave it to daddy" he pecked your lips and quickly changed positions, putting a pillow under your ass and rolling his neck to start his cardio of the day.

[burningembers91]

Starting Over - Seong Gi-Hun x Fem!Reader

Tagging: @kellyxo1

Follow up piece to:

Back Alley Bar

Help Wanted

Body Talk

Synopsis: Seong Gi-Hun’s relationship with you is a chance to start again, to be the man he always wanted to be. But his fractured relationship with his daughter still plays on his mind. He’s desperate to show her he’s changed, and to introduce the two most important people in his life.

A/N: please note that this was typed on my phone, so there are probably some errors 🫠

Seong Gi-Hun couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this light, this free. The summer had been spent entirely wrapped up in a world that contained only you. For the first time in decades he wasn’t fixated on his next drink, his next opportunity to gamble. He was focused on spending as much time with you as possible. He relished the days you spent exploring the city, lazy evenings spent wrapped up in your sheets, making love until the early hours of the morning. He took you to the beach in Busan, lazing on the soft white sand with a book in your hand. He watched you swim in the crystal blue waters, your swimsuit clinging to you in all the right places.

He would never, for as long as he lived, understand what he’d done to deserve you. He’d come clean about his past, about his gambling, about his daughter and ex-wife, about the death of his mother. He’d been so sure you’d leave once you heard about all the awful things he’d done. But you stayed, telling him that he wasn’t that person anymore. You somehow saw through all the terrible shit he’d done, saw the man underneath the pain. You loved him unconditionally, and you made sure to tell him every day.

The summer break from university was just what you’d needed to reset and recharge. You were feeling so much more positive, and you were looking forward to starting your second term. Gi-Hun had been thinking about asking you to move in together. His job at the warehouse was paying pretty good money, and if you lived together, you wouldn’t need to work at the bar anymore. Money would still be tight, but he hated to see you burning yourself out. He wanted to help you pay for your schooling, give you something back when you’d given so much to him.

“What do you think?” He asked, when he brought it up one night over dinner.

“I couldn’t let you pay for everything,” you sighed. “The fees are extortionate.”

You were so stubborn, so fiercely independent but that was one of the things he loved most about you.

“I wouldn’t pay for it all,” he insisted, slipping his hand into yours. “But if I could help, even with just covering bills, it would allow you more leeway to pay for your course.”

He knew you hated working at the bar. You hated the long nights, the rowdy drunk customers who could quite seem to keep their hands to themselves. He’d taken to sitting with you each night while you worked, keeping you company. Some nights he found it hard to resist the smell of liquor, the strong fumes wrapping themselves around his senses like claws, digging deeper into his brain. On those nights, he’d step outside, taking a deep breath of air as he counted all the things he’d lose if he started drinking again. You were always number one on the list.

You could tell he found it difficult being around alcohol and you felt so guilty that he insisted on being with you at the bar. This job was bad for your mental health, but your desire to better yourself with your degree was stronger. You started to think that maybe he’d been right, that maybe if he moved in, you could quit the job you hated. It would give you more time to study, more time with Gi-Hun.

You finally relented, and he moved into your small apartment with you. You spent the last week of summer redecorating, adding new colour to the walls, buying new bedsheets and hanging up photos of the two of you. It was swelteringly hot that week, but somehow neither of you minded the stifling heat as you worked. You were so wrapped up in each other that a tsunami could flatten the city and you’d be none the wiser.

He’d started having thoughts about your future, thoughts about marrying you. He’d been given a second chance at life, and he wanted to make sure he got it right this time. He wondered if you saw children in your future, if he could perhaps get the chance to be the dad that he could never be to his daughter.

He passed a a jewellery store on his way to work every morning, the glittering diamonds beckoning him in. He saw one you’d love, but it was entirely out of his price range. For one brief, gut wrenching moment, he had the urge to go and gamble. Just a few Won on a couple of horses, to see if he could win big. Then he’d be able to afford that ring.

He felt sick to his stomach at the thought, the image of him standing in the betting hall causing bile to rise in his throat. He couldn’t believe he’d even thought of that, couldn’t believe his own stupidity and weakness. it was so easy to slip back into habits, and Gi-Hun realised he’d need to work harder than he’d thought to stay on track.

He avoided looking at more rings, too scared he’d stray from the path he’d worked so hard to stay on. He just wanted to give you the world, but his warehouse salary didn’t allow it.

You didn’t seem to mind though. You were happy together, but Gi-Hun constantly felt like he could be giving you more. More dates, more gifts, more money towards bills. He had to constantly remind himself that you didn’t want those things, that you were happy to just be with him. But he still felt like he needed to provide you with gifts and fancy dates; it was something he’d never bothered to do with his ex-wife, and he wanted to get his relationship with you right.

He also longed to fix his fractured relationship with his daughter. He’d not spoken to her since she moved to America, his calls and texts going unanswered. He didn’t blame her; he’d been a terrible dad. But he wasn’t the person he’d been when she left, and wanted to show her how much he’d changed.

It was late at night when the text came through. You were fast asleep beside him, Gi-Hun finishing the last chapter in his book before he turned in for the night. His screen lit up, buzzing loudly on the bedside table next to him. Picking his phone, his jaw dropped at the words.

“Hi dad, we’re coming back to Seoul in a few weeks. It would be really nice to see you.”

This could be his chance. His chance to heal his relationship with daughter, and introduce her to the woman he loved.

He couldn’t wait to show her how much he’d changed. He couldn’t wait to finally be the dad she needed. He could only hope she was ready to accept his apology.

[thanosscross]

Round and round, we go - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x Reader 2/?

Summary: After Seung Hyun ends up ghosting you for days, you finally let him know how he's been making you feel, ending with a deep conversation with your new best friend

Warnings: Slight mentions of depression, other than that, none lovelies! <3

You wouldn't hear from Choi Seung Hyun for almost a week, after your last interaction, leaving you to yourself to work on fixing up any tears or frayed ends on his coat, and burying yourself into work. You didn't do anything big or spectacular like Seung Hyun, you were a tailor/dressmaker for a small dress shop in your hometown, fixing ripped clothing and dresses, altering tuxes and wedding dresses, and fixing school dance dresses, it wasn't anything big, but you liked it and it made you happy.

As you walked into work one morning, you weren't expecting to be so busy, with the shop itself being busy, and you being pulled onto the sales floor to help pick dresses for brides and teens, and your appointments for alterations and fixes, plus walk ins for you to do, you were about to pull your hair out. As you rushed into one of your tailor rooms, you tried to take a deep breath, your phone buzzing with a text that interrupted you 'Coat boy: How're you today? working hard?' You sighed, not being able to hold back a smile as you read over Seung Hyun's message. Replying back that it was busier than ever and you were out of coffee, you slid your phone back into your pocket, making your way back out to your client, who was being more difficult than ever. The stress was never-ending though, as soon as you got your client out of the shop, you had another walk in, and your office phone ringing "Hello? Beauty's bridal and dress, what can I do for you?" You asked, trying your best to keep an upbeat tone as your new client stood impatiently in front of you, tapping her foot as she held her daughter's prom dress. "Hi, I wanted to see about coming in to get a small tear sewn?..What time would be best?" The voice asked, you pinched the bridge on your nose between your finger tips, of course it was another call-in, glancing at your calendar you sighed, deciding to give up your lunch break for the day "Yea um..just stop in around two, and ask for Y/n" You replied sweetly before hanging up, looking at your customer, directing them towards your workbench, so you could see what needed done.

As soon as what was supposed to be your lunch break hit, you sat on the spin platform in one of the private tailor rooms, you didn't use them often, mainly just for tuxes, you had a bigger room with more mirrors that was recently built, so you tried to use that, just so it was easier with the bigger, puffy dresses. Hearing the bell above the shop door ding, you felt like you wanted to either explode with anger, or cry, all you wanted to do was eat and go home, maybe get a call in with Seung Hyun before you had to go to bed, instead you were working a double with no lunch break. Standing up to greet your client, you were relieved to see Seung Hyun shyly walk into your office "Hi, sorry for calling in...I just..I have a show tonight, and I kind of..tore that one pocket you added on for me" He explained shyly, scratching the back of his neck as you both moved to sit at your desk, you just smiled at him, letting your head fall on the table. "Are you okay?..Is now a bad time?" He asked softly, reaching a hand out to grasp yours gently "More than okay, I thought you were another customer, and instead it's someone I can relax and be myself around" You sighed, turning your hand to hold his out of instinct, as you stood up, you took your hand, motioning him into the platform as you picked up some of your sewing supplies, that you'd need.

"Thank you for this, I really appreciate it" He smiled softly as you tied off the thread, securing the pocket back in its rightful place. "Of course, we can't have T.O.P on stage with ripped clothes, unless intentional" You giggled, patting the pocket slightly before handing the coat back to him proudly "It's on the house sir, I'll happily fix anything you bring me" You smiled softly, squeezing his shoulder as he blushed "I'll keep that in mind, y/n" He smiled softly, giving you a tight hug before sighing "I do have to get going though, I promise, I will call you after my show though, unless you want to come?" He smiled softly, pulling away from the hug, sliding his hands down from your shoulders to your hands gently "I'm sorry, I really am, I have to stay till nine tonight, and then come back at eight tomorrow" You frowned softly, going to grab his other coat from your office chair "Did you want this back though?" You asked, offering it to him shyly, he just shook his head smiling brightly "No, No, keep it, Aein, I'm sure we'll see each other soon" Seung Hyun laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your hand before disappearing out of the shop.

You'd end up staying up late that night, waiting for a call from Seung Hyun, only for it to never come, growing frustrated, you'd send him a goodnight text before going to sleep for the night. You wouldn't hear from him again until three days later, whenever he'd show up to your work, his hood pulled far over his face as he darted for your office, hoping you wouldn't have any customers. As his eyes fell on you, he felt himself relax, until your gaze towards him turned harsh and icy "Who do you think you are? You're leading me on, do you realize that? I understand, you're famous, and you're a busy guy, but I have feelings, so it would be nice to know if you're sweet like this with all of your fans, or if this is going anywhere" You ranted, at first, you liked the 'Enjoy what it is, don't make it complicated' mindset, but the way he was with you, and the fact that you had people actively asking you out, you felt inclined to decline their offers, choosing to stay committed to whatever you had going on between you and Seung Hyun. "I-I'm sorry...I just-..Did you mean what you said...when you said you'll happily fix anything?.." He whispered, fidgeting with his hands and rings as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, you stopped, thinking about how you'd want to reply, you could just brush off your frustrations, or tell him to just leave. Sighing as you ran a hand through your hair, you motioned for him to get onto the platform "What's ripped this time?" You asked, grabbing your needle and thread, stopping as he just stood in his place "I-I think I need fixed" He whispered, his voice shaking as he spoke, his gaze glued to the floor as you slowly approached him. "Seung Hyun...What do you mean?" You asked softly, holding his arm gently as you led him to sit down on one of the benches in your office, sitting down next to him before you spoke again "Seung Hyun, I don't think you need fixed" You whispered, taking his hand in yours, caressing his knuckles with your thumb as he sniffled. "I-I panic..all of the time, I'm supposed to be an idol, and yet, I'm scared of big crowds swarming me" He ranted, you were quick to cut him off "Choi Seung Hyun, hush. You can't control that, and it's okay, everybody has their own mental stuff going on, what's important is, you take care of yourself, you don't need fixed because of those things, nor would I be able to do it, but..I can help you..talk you through whatever you need" You whispered, squeezing his hand gently as you finished speaking, Seung Hyun couldn't speak, he couldn't trust his voice as tears built up in his eyes, pulling you into a tight hug as he tried to hide that he was crying.

You didn't care, you just wrapped your arms around him tightly, resting your head on his chest "I thought I had made you upset, or angry" You whispered after a moment, feeling him pull back away from you as he wiped his face quickly "No! You could never, Aein, I just..Didn't want you or anybody..to see me like this" He whispered, you just smacked his arm gently "Choi Seung Hyun, Are you serious? I'm hurt, I thought we were closer than that" You huffed, watching as he tried to hide the soft smile that was growing on his lips. "I just-" He tried to explain, but you cut him off "I know, it's okay, I'm not actually mad" You giggled before tilting your head slightly "Did you need something fixed, or did you just come here to find me?" You asked as you stood up slowly, Seung Hyun watched you closely, he wasn't exactly sure why he came here, he just knew, whenever he was around you, you made everything feel less scary and bad, and that's he needed right now. "I just...wanted to come apologize..for...leading you on?" He questioned, trying to remember your wording from earlier, causing your face to heat up with a blush "O-Okay, well, that was before I knew, that you just needed a minute to yourself" you protested, smiling as you heard him chuckling softly "It's okay, I just, I want to enjoy what's going on with us, I'm not sure if I'm even in the right headspace for that, so..if you want me to back off, and just be a friend, I won't be upset, I'll understand" He explained, holding your hands gently as he tried to calm his nerves "Seung Hyun, I have turned down six guys, and two girls, in the time we've started talking, I'm not just going to walk away now, I'm having fun with you" You smiled, cupping his cheek gently "Thank you..Y/n.." He whispered, pulling his hood off slowly as he started to feel the hold, his racing thoughts had over him, loosen. "Anytime, Jagiya, have you eaten at all tonight? I'm sure they wouldn't mind me heading out an hour or two early, I can order us some takeout?" You offered, smiling as his eyes lit up "Of course! I'd do anything if you're included" He smiled, causing a blush to rise to your cheeks, you just shook your head giggling as you grabbed your (His) coat and your purse, before leading Seung Hyun out of your shop, clocking out on your way out of the door.

Whenever you got to your apartment, you shyly picked up your dirty laundry from the floor "Sorry! These double shifts really take time away from cleaning" You apologized sheepishly as you made your way to the kitchen, trying to find the takeout menu, you were just using the other night. "You're okay! I promise! I don't mind it" He smiled softly, after you managed to finally order takeout and eat, you were left laying on the couch with Seung Hyun, your head on his chest as his arms were wrapped around you tightly. "So you turned down eight people, just for me, while I wasn't answering?" He asked in shock, trailing his fingers up and down your back as he waited for a response, you just hid your face quickly "Yes, But I didn't want to be with them anyways, they weren't the type of people I'd want to spend my time with" you replied shyly, Seung Hyun just laughed softly at your remark "So who is?" He asked playfully, watching as you giggled, rolling on your back playfully "So I'll tell you because we're best friends, but personally? I like the men who are taller, but not by much, deep voice, colored hair, sweet, kind" You playfully listed off, watching as Seung Hyun laughed "You're just describing me!" He laughed, throwing his head back as you continued "they can rap, they're breathtakingly handsome, they're silly, they know just the right thing to say and when to say it, and they're always worrying and caring about their friends and family" You smiled softly, looking up to meet his gaze, Seung Hyun was watching you in awe, your words causing his stomach to flip and flutter. "So basically, me?" Seung Hyun laughed shaking his head, you just turned to face him, resting your chin on his chest as you looked at him "Yes so basically you" You giggled, smacking his arm playfully "You're just better than anybody I've ever spent time with" You added on, smiling at him, watching as he blushed "You're too sweet to me, y/n, I don't know what I've done to deserve you" He whispered, pressing his lips to your forehead "You went through a lot, so let this good thing happen" You giggled, raising his eyebrows, Seung Hyun laughed "You are the weirdest person I know" He chuckled, you just smiled, taking his remark as a compliment as you sighed "I'm serious, you deserve good things, even if you didn't do anything in order to get them" You whispered, leaning up gently to make eye-contact, trying to stress how serious you were.

"Okay, Okay, right now I just want to hang out with you" He chuckled, watching as you glared at him playfully "Fine! Hang out with me" You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder, you laid in silence for awhile before finally Seung Hyun spoke up "Y/n? Do you ever...feel like kissing your friends?" He asked, deep in thought, you just broke out into giggles as you shook your head "No, Seung Hyun, I don't think I have, until I met you" You laughed, your hands coming up to cover your face, Seung Hyun just grabbed your wrists gently, pulling your hands away slowly "Can you read my mind? Or did you just say what I was thinking?" He asked, trying to hide his smile, you just blushed brightly, giggling as he leaned closer to you "So..?" He whispered, leaving his hand resting on the back of your neck as his gaze flicked between your eyes and then your lips "If you want to kiss me, Seung Hyun, you don't have to ask" You giggled, pressing your lips to his as he smiled, placing your hands on his cheeks as you pulled away smiling "See? No need to ask, not you" You giggled, watching as he smiled looking away, his cheeks lighting up with a bright blush, You just laid your head on his shoulder again smiling "See? Best friends that kiss" You giggled, trying your best to sound like a surfer from America or Australia, Seung Hyun couldn't really tell. "Y-Yea, best friends that kiss" He smiled softly, wrapping his arms around you again sighing, While he wasn't exactly ready for a solid real relationship, he knew you were special, and he knew as soon as he was ready to take that step, you'd be the person, he'd want to take it with. You were loving, caring, sweet, selfless, thoughtful, and the way you were so understanding of him not being ready for something serious, but still showing you loved him, really had him questioning now, what he did to deserve somebody as understanding and amazing as you.

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What do we think lovelies? I'm trying out a new trope with this series! So let me know what you think of the trope with someone not being ready for a relationship but loving someone anyways, and said someone being supportive and loving that person regardless. Excited to hear from you!! <333

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Let The Rain Fall | Bucky Barnes x Autistic!Reader | Short Series - Part 2 of 4 - 1.9k

Bucky gets a welcome surprise and you finally meet Captain America. But when things don't go quite how you expect, you start regretting your decisions.

Warnings: reader is very obviously uncomfortable, some mention of workplace bullying from other agents and the preamble to reader having a meltdown.

A/N: I just want to say thank you to everyone who has read Part 1, I've been so ovewhelmed by the really personal responses and support, thank you! I also love how much the fabric softener scent has been brought up! This is definitely me and is an Easter Egg I've left in other fics too, so if you do check out any of my other stories keep your eye out!

<- Part 1

Masterlist | Let the Rain Fall Masterlist | Bucky Barnes

The last thing Bucky expected when he pushed the door to the hanger open was to see you sat on the benches with the other recruits. He noted there was a foot of space between youand the agents beside you, their voices loud and echoing. You were wearing the suit he’d brought you, you seemed comfortable enough apart from the zipper, which you were pulling up and down in time to the hum of the fan above your head.  

He was pleased you’d come, but something like guilt twisted inside of him at the look on your face. You looked genuinely pained, agonised, and he wondered, not for the first time that week, whether there was something you hadn’t told him.  

“Good to see you all.” He said, eyes scanning the room but consciously not settling on anyone as he walked past.  It was too tempting to let his gaze linger on you.

A chorus of ‘good morning, Sergeant Barnes’’ followed him as he entered the jet and took his place in the cockpit.  

The day was as uneventful as Bucky had described, a short ride on the jet and then an hour hovering over some empty base while the other recruits worked with Steve.

Each time the comm crackled you had a rush of panic that you’d be expected to join them on the ground, an opportunity you’d shook your head at and then allowed Steve to move on very quickly to the agent beside you. 

You gripped the seat harder, your jaw clenched. Closing your eyes you took a deep, steady, breath trying to imagine your happy place, a safe place, inside a tent, under a blanket and... 

“Are you okay, agent?” Bucky’s low voice echoed through your imaginary tent, breaking your peace. The dark utility of the plane came rushing back. 

“I’m not going down there.”  You said decisively, adrenaline coursing through you, preparing to argue. You could feel it, making your leg shake in anticipation of defending yourself.

“Okay.”  Bucky shrugged a shoulder.

“I’m serious I’m - wait, did you say okay?” You opened your eyes to find Bucky sat in the empty seat next to you, the jet clear of anyone else. His long legs were splayed open as he let his weight rest against the netting behind you.  

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Just came to make sure you’re alright.”  

The lead weight of dread that had been settling in your gut vanished and, weightless, you smiled, “better now.”  Adrenaline still flooding your body you tried to hold back tears of relief.

“Is there anything you did want to see? Steve said you oversee mission debriefs? Maybe you’d like to watch the mission from the cockpit with me?” Bucky stood then, holding his hand out to you briefly before tucking both hands into his pocket awkwardly.  

“I’d like that, thank you.”  

Bucky wasn’t sure he’d ever had such a nice time waiting in the jet. He was often resigned to babysitting the Avengers’ jet, car, boat, horrid little safe house, whenever there was actual teaching to be done. He didn’t mind so much, it gave him the space to read his books, listen to some music or catch up on all the history he’d either missed or inadvertently been a part of. 

But today you were there too, and your presence brought him a sense of calm that had truly surprised him. 

“Make yourself at home.” He insisted, gesturing to the spare seat. 

“Thanks.” You sat carefully.

“I mean it, make yourself comfortable, we’ll be here for a while. You want a drink?” Cautiously you tucked your legs up, crossing them on the seat. Your boots were clean, immaculate even, worn only through the compound and into the hanger this morning, but you were careful to keep them as far off the seat as you could anyway. 

Bucky poured coffee from a large flask tucked into the side of his seat and topped it off with a generous helping of milk. 

“That’s just how I like it.”

He smiled, wide and pleased, “I asked around, wanted to make sure you enjoy your first mission.” 

That flutter appeared in your chest again, the surprising desire to stay close to him that had first made itself known when he'd squeezed himself in to your tiny office.

“Not really a mission if I don’t do anything,” you blew steam from the top of your enamel cup and took a sip, cupping your hands around the warm metal. 

“Well, that's all I’m doing and I’m an ‘Avenger’.” Bucky laughed making his voice deeper as he said Avenger before reaching his arm out to clink your mugs together. “Cheers to the easiest job on the roster.” 

You fell into an easy silence, Bucky read his book for a while until you couldn’t hold it in anymore and told him you’d read it a few weeks before. Before you knew it two hours had melted away and you were curled up comfortably in Steve’s seat, giving Bucky a run down of your favourite books so far that year. He watched you, the wide grin softening into an indulgent smile while you blossomed before his eyes. 

Some of the other agents had been whispering about you, while you boarded the jet, that you were odd, childish, over the top and impossible to be around. But he enjoyed the exuberant way you described each plot, the glimmer of excitement in your eyes when he agreed with you and the blunt dry way you told deadpan jokes before breaking into peals of laughter. 

Silently he prayed that you’d come with him again, just to spend time with him even if you didn’t want to be in the field.  

You surprised Bucky by coming on the next recon as well, even agreeing to accompany him to collect Steve and some other agents from a secondary base. Silently, you followed him into the cockpit and set your bag down next to him, tac suit immaculate apart from one addition, a small toy turtle on a keyring that dangled from the zipper.

“I got you a present,” you said once the jet was at altitude and Bucky had flicked a considerable number of important looking buttons and levers. Steve and the others had parachuted in this time, your stomach had turned just watching them.

Bucky turned to look at you, the clear blue of the sky reflected in his eyes. 

“Really? You didn’t have to do that.” 

“I know, but I saw them in the gift shop in New York and, well, I like mine so-” trailing off you rummaged in your bag, pulling out a paper gift bag sealed with tape. 

Bucky took the little parcel from you and carefully opened it, removing the fluffy socks, striped like his arm, that were tucked up inside and staring at them.  

“Oh god that was stupid, I’m so sorry.” Your heart beat wildly, sweat forming on your brow.

It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, a way to keep you focused while you saw your doctor in New York. The city didn’t seem so busy when you were focused on your task, and Bucky had been so kind he deserved a present. But this was a stupid present, stupid, stupid present. You ground your teeth and squeezed your hand together, allowing your nails to bite into your palm. 

Before you could take them back, Bucky unrolled them and held them up, a huge grin growing on his face. “They’re socks! They make socks of me.” He laughed, rubbing his thumb against the soft fluffy fabric. “And you said you like yours - you got my socks have you?” 

“I - no - I -” you stammered and Bucky looked at you properly, a flush of embarrassment appearing on his own cheeks. 

“I’m messing with you ya doll, I love them, thanks.” 

Bucky’s heart

had soared, you’d bought him a present. Something you liked too and you’d thought about him when you weren’t together. He couldn’t deny how addictive your presence had become, the mixture of calm and joy. If you brought him a present surely that meant you liked him too? 

He’d have to talk to Steve later, he seemed to know more about you and where you’d come from.

The rest of the journey went by quickly, you talked about a new show you were watching, a book you finished and how terrible most of the agent’s handwriting was when you were trying to decipher their field notes, not to mention the way they ticked boxes wrong and put things in the wrong files.

He discovered it was you who’d streamlined the paperwork, automated some of the questions and changed the paperwork so it matched across teams. He was somewhat in awe of your ability to see efficiencies as if they were tangible, organising his own Avengers issue tablet to minimise the emails he received and sorting the rest into neat little folders in his inbox, all in the last twenty minutes of the mission.

Too soon the agents themselves were piling into the back of the jet, tired but excited, chattering away. Even Steve was still in a good mood, bouncing into the cockpit, his Captain America smile plastered on but his suit unzipped enough to show his flush chest and the grime of the mission on his neck. 

“Hey Buck, let’s get - oh, hello Agent.” He came up short, as if he hadn’t seen you at all. 

“Hi, Mr Rogers, Sir, Captain?” You fumbled. 

Bucky winced, you hadn’t really met Steve yet, he should’ve introduced you both properly instead of letting you struggle. 

“Steve is fine, Agent, you stay there if you want,” the Captain America smile morphed into his real, Steve, smile, and you looked surprised. He winked and turned to leave the cockpit again.

Before Steve had even shut the cockpit door you could feel the awkward lump of confusion move from sitting in your through with your unuttered words down into the pit of your stomach. Should you have given Steve his seat back? He seemed so insistent that you stay but maybe he was being polite and there was some etiquette rule that you weren’t away of at play.

You looked out at the gathering clouds in the distance and fixed your eyes on one cloud in particular, honing in on the shades of grey that built each bump and groove. 

“Are you alright? You don’t have to stay with me if you don’t want to?” Bucky whispered from the seat to your right, the dark metal fingers of his hand lingered on your arm rest, so close you could feel his presence without him touching you. 

No.

No you were not alright.

It had been too long since you were in your own space, the jet was so loud and the din of the other agents so overwhelming that you thought you might be drowning in noise. You were confused about Steve’s behaviour, he was a superior, yes, but just a man and you didn’t think you needed to bow and scrape to him. But maybe you did?

“You’ve gone again, Doll. I need to know you’re okay.” His hand touched your elbow for just a second and then withdrew.

Oh, shit, you had, you were gone, everything felt weird and heavy and fuzzy, your eyes had drifted back to the clouds, body still, apart from the heaving of your chest as your breaths became more panicked. 

“I - yeah - I’m fine.” You grit your teeth into a false, pained smile and dug your nails into the arms of your chair. “I shouldn’t be here though, I should go back. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I’ll get Steve.” Before Bucky could stop you, you’d jumped up and rushed through the door leaving Bucky confused and alone in the cockpit. 

[kirbmey]

　 ྀི︶˚̣̣̣⠀⠀⠀arguing w bigbrother!caleb⠀⠀⠀˚̣̣̣︶ ྀི

synopsis: as much as you love your older brother you end up second guessing him, tired of only being allowed to talk to him and wishing you had some friends like other girls did ૮𐔌っ˕ -｡꒱ྀི𑁬

tw: angst, caleb slaps reader, they argue (obviously), tons of manipulation, rape mentions, drug mentions, caleb’s a fake to people, pathetic reader, overall this is really toxic, etc.

caleb was waiting for you parked in front of your uni, toying around with the necklace you gifted him when you were kids while his mind drifted away.

he was so excited for today, friday’s being his favorite days of the week since he took you out to eat and then had a walk by the meadowy park near your house. it was simple but he enjoyed every second he shared with you.

he didn’t need much more than that, really. he just needed you.

all the girls at your uni were hands down for your handsome older brother, trying to approach him every chance they’d get and getting politely rejected, even though he felt disgusted by them and thought they were vulgar whores; he was pretty good at hiding it.

you, on the other hand, started to feel lonelier each passing day.

ever since you were a kid you shared all of your time with caleb up until now. you told him everything, lived every moment together. there was no memory in which he didn’t appear.

and you really really liked that, you wouldn’t want that to change. but there’s been the longing for a friend, someone who wasn’t caleb, someone new.

you’ve always tried to get to know some of your classmates, feeling a little bit guilty when you disobeyed your big brother’s orders. it wasn’t hard for you to socialize, you were actually very good at it!

a nice sweet girl with a pretty voice and nice smile? who wouldn’t want to be friends with you?

well, every single time you thought you made a friend they would separate ways with you in a couple days, which made you sad and insecure.

why are they living you so fast, were you rude, said something bad, appeared annoying perhaps?

far from reality the only one to blame was caleb, who had his eyes glued to you every second of the day and didn’t miss on how you tried you break free from the brainwash he managed to give you throughout the years.

he learnt this would happen every so often, and stopped confronting you about it long ago.

yes, he used to argue with you about this kinda thing, complaining about you getting along with other people and playing the victim, crocodile tears down his face as he begged you to never leave him.

so what he’d do now it’s confront the person in question directly, maybe to threat them, maybe to beat them up, maybe to kill them if they got too annoying.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　“hey, pips, how was today?” he asked with a boyish smile plastered on his round lips, frowning when he noticed your crossed arms and pouty face, not even greeting him and looking out the window to avoid his purple eyes.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　“i’m talking to you.” he mentioned your name in a serious manner, locking the doors before grabbing both your cheeks with one of his big hands to make you face him.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　“i want to go to the party.” you simply muttered, avoiding his gaze while you tried to pull away from his grip, making him wrap your throat now. “we’ve already talked about that, princess. and it’s still a no.”

⠀ ⠀ 　　　“but mom and dad said i could go!” you complied, crossing your arms again. a tantrum is the last thing he needed from you today.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　“mom and dad don’t know what’s best for you. i do.” he spat, letting you go and mimicking your pose now. “you wanna know what goes down at these frat parties, hmm?” caleb challenged you, tracing the shape of the steering wheel while speaking.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　“there’s people getting high on anything they can find, fainting, vomiting because of how drunk they are, fucking everywhere.” he knew the party you wanted to attend was nothing like that, your classmates telling about the party to your parents and describing it as ‘chill’ and ‘safe’.

caleb totally believed that, they seemed fucking boring.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　“what? no, that’s not true! you’re a big liar!” you yelled at him, feeling how his hand collided against your cheek; you knew you crossed the lane when you raised your voice at him. so you just took it, going silent after that.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　“if you wanna get drugged and raped by the whole fucking class the go ahead, i’m done with this conversation.” he spat, engine vibrating beneath your feet as he drove you two back home. what a failure of a friday.

the whole drive you sat down there, tears rolling down your face as you quietly whimpered, cleaning them with the sleeves of your sweater.

you just wanted to make friends and go on a party for once to at least die knowing how it feels to be like the other girls. but that made your gege upset, and you loved him more than anything, more than you loved yourself.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　“it hurts me more than it hurts you.” caleb broke the silence after parking in front of your house, resting his head against the headrest and sighing, looking at you now.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　“‘m sorry, gege. i’m being selfish.” your voice trembled, reaching out for his hand to hold it up against your lips, kissing it several times, tears wetting his pale skin.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　“I don’t like hurting you like this, you know that. why you make me do it, doll. why can’t you just listen?” he kept on questioning you, his palm pressing against the cheek he slapped minutes prior, caressing the imprint his fingers left.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　“I know, I know, i’m truly sorry. please forgive me, please gege. I love you.” you kept on apologizing, rubbing yourself against the attention he gave you, feeling the tears fall again and again.

he wasn’t faced by your crying. sure, he didn’t like to see you cry, but he knew he had to be strict with you in order to make you behave. you really hurt his feelings and you had to know your actions had consequences.

it took him a few days to completely forgive you, days in which you had to wake up without him, in which you had to cook for yourself and come back home by foot all alone.

days in which you remembered your gege was all that mattered in your life and realized that you didn’t need any friends, because no one would know how to treat you or take care of you like your old brother did.

and just like that caleb got away with it again, torturing you to make you behave, obliging you to live without him even if it was just a couple of days to make you see how much you actually needed him.

you finally understood after all; no friends, only caleb. you made yourself believe you were okay with that. ⠀ ⠀ 　　　

a/n: this was a request from an anon! I hope you like it, bunny. I feel like i outdid myself with this one, this is how i see caleb in my mind fr ᥩྀི ´ ᩳ ` ꒱

— masterlist.

[bellysoupset]

Lukebell house hunting + Lucas with a migraine. He can't catch a break with me this week.

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"It's huge," Bella whined, her back pressed against Luke's chest as they walked around yet another house, "like huge."

"It has two bedrooms," Lucas scoffed, wrapping his arms around her, "it's about the same size as Jon and Leo's apartment, baby."

She pouted, self consciously studying the place. It felt like too much, no matter what Luke was saying. Her husband let out a sigh, pressing a kiss to her cheek, "not it?"

"Not it," she decided, "doesn't feel like a home."

"I don't think any place is going to feel like a home, Bell," Lucas walked out of the house with her, squinting at the sunlight and reaching for the sunglasses resting on t-shirt's neck, "we have to make it so."

"No," she insisted, frowning as they entered the car and Luke immediately shut off their music, "our place right now felt like home when I first walked in. It was a little broken and cramped, but it was love at first sight."

"A little cramped is an underestimate," Luke scoffed, starting the car, "each one is next?"

They had a long day ahead of them. It was exhausting to go from place to place and Bella knew she was being nitty picky, so she didn't blame Luke for looking more than a little pissed off as they arrived to the penultimate house in their list.

He had ceased trying to convince her three places before and now only had his lips pressed in a thin line, annoyance written all over his face.

"I'm sorry," Bella sighed, jumping out of the car just as there was a thunder over their heads. The clouds looked as ugly as Luke's frown, "I swear I'm trying, I'm giving them a chance."

"I know, Bell," Lucas rubbed his eye with the heel of his hand, slamming the driver's door shut, "let's just get this over with."

She pouted, reaching for his hand, but Luke didn't take it. Sighing, she walked side by side with him.

The house was packed full, it was an Open House, and there were other unities like the one they were visiting, they were told by an overly excited realtor at the door.

"Five more, up the hill," she explained, handing them flyers, "look around, I'm here in case you have any questions."

Bell didn't know what exactly she wanted, but it certainly wasn't a house with five more twins scattered around. She wanted... A little history, a little drama, maybe a haunted basement.

"This house is so shiny," Bella leaned back to whisper to Lucas, "not our speed."

He let out a scoff and she turned her head to look at him. Luke didn't meet her eyes, only grimaced as he glanced around.

"Yeah, alright, let's go then-"

She frowned, "don't you wanna finish looking around...? We haven't even been to the master bedroom yet-"

"No," Lucas grumbled, shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants, "what's the point?"

Sure.

She squinted at him, starting to feel annoyed at his attitude. Bella wasn't a patient person, but she took a deep breath and brushed off his tone. Luke had been patient with her all day, she could extend him the same grace for two more hours.

"Alright," she grabbed his arm, since he clearly wasn't going to take her hand, "let's go, final one. Let's hope it's the last one."

"I hope," Luke's voice was so quiet that the rain muffled it completely. It had started to pour and they hadn't parked close enough, given the Open House was packed.

Bella let out a squeal as she jumped under the rain, "c'mon! Hurry up, captain!" it didn't matter how fast she was, the downpour was torrential and she was drenched by the time they made it to the car, Lucas looking equally as soaked.

He shuddered, slamming the driver's door closed, and reached for the heater, his teeth chattering. Unlike Bella, he wasn't laughing, and she let out a scoff.

"Oh, cheer up, baby, it's just a little bit of water," she leaned over the handbrake to kiss him, curling her fingers in his wet hair, and Luke let out a sigh, pulling back just enough he could press his forehead to hers.

"I wanna head home."

"I know," Bell pulled back, pressing a peck over his lips, "just this last one and then we can go home and regroup, find other places, ok?"

"Hmmm'kay," he breathed out, letting go off her and still shivering.

The last house was in the opposite direction, twenty minutes away, and Lucas' mood seemed to have completely soured in that time. Bella kept a hand on his shoulder, fingers absently minded running up his neck and scratching at his scalp, but she could tell he was not in the mood to talk, so she kept her attention on the GPS and her phone.

When she looked up, though, her heart sunk.

It wasn't a big house, by no means. A small, two storeys high place that definitely was older than everything they had visited that day, but with a large porch and a tire swing at the front of the property, hanging from the big tree.

"Oh..." Bella mumbled, pushing the door open, rain be damned. She was already squishing in her boots anyways, what was a little more water?

"Bell!" Luke shouted behind her, but she ignored him, walking to the gate, wide eyed.

The realtor came out of the house at Luke's shout, gesturing wildly for her to wait as he went to grab a big black umbrella.

"Isabella, what the fuck," Lucas scoffed, catching up with her, "come back to the car-"

"I love it," she turned to look at him, struggling to see his face, forced to shout over the thunder, "I love it!"

"Mr. and Mrs. Atwood?" The realtor yelled back, clearly not looking one bit pleased as his pristine shoes sank in the mud and Bella turned to smile at him, nodding and well aware she looked crazy.

Once they made it inside, now looking like they had fallen in the deep end of a pool, she could get a better view of the place.

Unlike the previous houses and apartments, this one had no furniture. Hardwood floors, that in some parts had seen better days, a large plant pot having stained a circle there, but was pretty well maintained. A large living room, with big windows to the rainy front yard, a small kitchen that looked like it was out of the 50s with yellow tiles and bulky square cabinets... A staircase with wooden beams leading to the second floor, a horrid beige carpet-

"Fuck," Lucas braced against his knees next to her and Bella jumped, snapping out of her trance.

"Luke?" she walked out of the kitchen's entrance, to her husband, who was holding on the beams with one hand, the other one on his knee, taking deep breaths, "Lucas, what's wrong?"

She had been so sucked in by the place, it was almost difficult to ground herself back in reality. The realtor, who had been standing by the door, looked very concerned, although Bella wasn't sure if it was about Luke's well being or the possibility of him puking all over the carpeted steps, given how ashen his face had turned.

"Hey, baby, look at me-" Bella crouched down in order to get a good look at his face since he was folded in the middle, "look at me-"

Luke's eyes were squeezed shut, but at her request he opened them and Bella immediately cringed as she saw the unevenness of his pupils. It was terrifying to look at, but she had enough experience by now not to freak out.

Uneven pupils meant a cluster headache, in Luke's case, instead of his regular migraines. Bad news because this meant he was essentially down for the count completely, good news because the episodes were never longer than a couple hours.

"Oh no, baby..." she whispered, cupping his cheeks. His throat bobbed as he struggled to swallow and the realtor said, loudly, "Mrs. Atwood, what's wrong? How can I help?"

"Help me get him outside?" she whispered, gesturing for the man to grab Luke's opposite arm. It was clearly taking all of Lucas' willpower not to throw up and he barely registered as the scrawny man grabbed his bicep and started to steer him towards the door.

They almost made it. Literally one footstep away from the front door, he let out a half heave-half burp and his lunch splattered all over the floors. Bella let out a groan, not out of disgust, but because at the same time he started to throw up, his knees seemed to give in and it was taking all her effort not to collapse down, even with the other man also holding Luke up.

"Ma'am!?" The realtor squeaked, too loud, and Lucas let out a sob at his voice, while Bella glared at the man.

"Shh!" she whispered, harshly, struggling to take a step back, "baby, I'm going to help you sit down, alright-" she stumbled back slightly, trying to pull Luke away from the mess, although truly that was the least of her concerns. The realtor - Frank? Franz? - was frozen, and Bella glared at him again, "help me sit him down-"

"The hardwood floors-"

She widened her eyes in disbelief and incredulity at his lack of concern over the man about to pass the fuck out between them.

"Help. Me," Bella said slowly, a little louder than she should, voice trembling under her anger. Her face felt warm and it probably showed that she was a couple seconds away from throwing hands, because Franz-or-Frank gulped down and helped her steer Luke backwards, until he was sitting down.

He let out a whimper, fingers curling on the roots of his hair and pulling at it, as if he wanted to open his skull, "Bell it hurtssss- i-uckit'urtssss..."

"I know," she whispered, planting a hand on his nape, squeezing it there and using the other one to carefully pull his hands away from his hair. She had actually witnessed Lucas pull a chunk of hair once and it traumatized her.

"Frank?" Bella looked over her shoulder and the man jumped to help, looking more than a little terrified.

"I'm going to call an ambulance-"

"No," she shook her head, she had left her purse in the car and moving Luke to grab his in the back pocket wasn't a good idea, "I need your phone-"

"He's having a stroke!" Franz-or-Frank cried out and Luke whimpered at the noise, gagging at his lap and starting to rock in place.

"he's not having a stroke, Frank!" Bella snapped at him, letting go of Luke's shoulder in order to snatch the phone out of the realtor's hand, however rude this was. She hung up before the 911 connection and let out a sigh, struggling to remember the number she wanted to dial.

"Oh my fucking Christ," Franz-or-Frank was mumbling, horrified, as Luke let out another retch and used his fist to hit his head.

"No, baby, don't do this-" Bella whispered, easily lowering his hands. His blows had no power, nor did she think he was doing it on purpose, he just wanted for the pain to stop... The call connected.

"Dr. Jonah Banks speaking, who is this?" Jonah's voice was rough and impatient, as usual, but Bella barely registered it.

"Jon!" She whispered, pressing the phone between her cheek and shoulder, "it's Bella, I need your help. Luke-"

"Bella?" Jonah talked over her, "why are you calling me from an unknown number? What's wrong?"

"Lucas is down," Bella squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep the panic off her voice, "as in really down, it's a cluster headache and I can't help him up and we're stranded and- He's in so much pain, I don't know what to do..."

There was a pause. Then Jonah breathing out.

"What's the address, darling? I'm going to have an ambulance sent there."

"An ambulance?" Bella frowned, "it's a cluster headache, Jon, he doesn't need-"

"He needs paramedics, Bell, who can lift him properly. And morphine to knock him out wouldn't hurt," Jonah's impatience grew, but she could easily tell it was concealing his worry, "address?"

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"Why do you look like a drowned rat?" Wendy teased her, whispering, as she walked in the ER section where Luke was passed out. Bella sniffled, rolling her eyes.

"It's a long story," she shivered, hugging herself and Wendy turned around, without saying a word. A minute later she returned with a blanket and Bella gladly took it.

"Jonah said Luke was screaming in the ambulance," she said quietly, "I'm sorry, that's terrifying."

Bell pouted, leaning forward so her head was resting on the edge of the mattress, "I just feel bad for him, I was so in my head... I should've noticed sooner he wasn't well."

"Did he say anything before?" Wendy reached in, running her fingers through Bell's curls and starting to separate them into large chunks so she could braid them.

"No... He did say he wanted to go home, but I thought he was just pissed off. It was a long day," Bella rubbed at her face, yawning, "we nearly killed the realtor from fright."

Wendy let out a chuckle, glad that Bella didn't seem as emotionally wrecked as she expected her to be after Jon had mentioned the scary call in the middle of his evening.

"You gave him a super cool story to tell during dinner, I'm sure," Wendy patted her friend's back and Bella let out a snort.

"I'm mostly worried that he won't take our offer now," she opened a small smile, reaching in to brush Luke's hair back. He was drugged up to his eyeballs, so his face looked peaceful, "or that Luke won't want the house after this episode."

"Bella," Wendy grinned, bumping her shoulder against hers, "as if he could ever say no to you. Besides, he puked on the front door, nothing says home quite like that."

[plumeria1]

Nothing's better than a break

Masterlist

Note : Caitlyn won the last poll so here it is. I wrote it faster than I thaught.

Pairing : Caitlyn Kiramman x Fem Reader

Warning : None

Content : Fluff

Summary : Caityn need a break in her studies

Caitlyn had spent the week hearing her friends tell her that she should take a break from her studies and relax.

She had finally resigned herself and decided to take the envelope containing a gift voucher out of her nightstand drawer. It had been given to her on her birthday, and she had never used it.

Caitlyn went to the exhibition site and took a look at the services that were being offered. They were diverse, and there was something for everyone's taste.

While looking at the menu, she noticed that her friends had chosen the most expensive option, which included a two-hour massage. They had said she deserved to be the most relaxed.

Caitlyn managed to get an appointment for the following week and called her friends to tell them she was finally going to use their gift. They jumped for joy to see this workaholic finally decide to relax a bit.

The day of the appointment finally arrived, and Caitlyn, after checking in at the reception, was escorted to a booth to undress. She emerged, a towel wrapped around her body, and was invited to sit on the massage table.

When the assistant left the room, Caitlyn glanced around. The light was dim, and numerous candles were lit all around the room. In the air, she could smell a floral scent, which surely came from the incense burning on the shelf next to the door.

When she heard a knock at the door, she regained her composure.

-Come in.

She hadn’t spoken very loudly, as if afraid of breaking the peaceful atmosphere.

The door opened gently to let you in. Caitlyn looked at you. You didn’t seem much older than her—maybe one or two years at most. You wore the same uniform as the other employees, but she thought it suited you better. Her eyes paused for a second on the badge, where your name was inscribed and pinned to your chest, before finally reaching your face.

-Miss Kiramman?

One of the salon's rules was to always ask clients for their names to avoid making mistakes in the service.

-It's Caitlyn.

Caitlyn hated being called by her last name; she found it too formal, so sometimes, despite herself, she always corrected people.

-Alright, Caitlyn. I'll be taking care of you today. If the smell of the incense bothers you, I can put it out or change it.

-No, I quite like this smell; it feels like being in a garden.

Her remark made you smile. You always took great care in preparing the room before the clients arrived. Seeing the information in her file, you had tried to guess what she liked to make her feel most comfortable, and apparently, you had hit the mark.

You turned your back to her so she could lie down and get comfortable while you prepared everything you'd need. When you turned around, she was lying on her stomach, arms crossed, and her head resting on them. Her bare back was waiting for your tender care.

-Are you ready?

-Yes, we can start.

Caitlyn let out a small sigh of satisfaction when she felt the oil on her back and had to hold back another sigh when you placed your hands on her and began the massage.

Your hands were so gentle. You seemed to know exactly where to press to relax her. Your hands pressed on her shoulders, and at the same time, your thumbs pressed against her neck.

Only the sound of soft music filled the room. You had thought Caitlyn had fallen asleep, as it had happened with other clients before, but she started talking, indicating that you were mistaken.

-Have you been doing this for a while? Massages, I mean?

-I was only hired three months ago, but I’ve done several internships here. And you?

-Actually, I hadn't planned to come here. My friends forced my hand. They say I need to take a break from my studies.

You slid your hands lower along her back, just below her shoulders, and Caitlyn felt your nails dig into her hips—not enough to hurt her, but just enough to relax her even more.

-They're not wrong. When I was at massage school, I was so immersed in my books that I almost burned out.

-What did you do to relax?

-The glider.

-Wow, did it work?

-Yes, very well indeed. When you're up there, you don’t think about anything. You realize that worrying so much about studies isn't worth it because it's precisely because of stress that many people fail their exams.

Caitlyn nodded; that’s what had happened to a girl from her school last year.

She was about to speak when your hands pressed on a knot in her back.

-I'm starting to understand why your friends told you to come here. Your back is all knotted up.

Your thumbs made small circles on her back while pressing to relax her, which, judging by the little sounds she made, seemed to be relieving Caitlyn.

-You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. Many people go through their session without saying a word.

-Really?

-Yes, and even though it happens rarely, some people also cry.

You saw Caitlyn’s head lift slightly and turn towards you with a curious look.

-How can people cry during such a pleasant massage?

-It’s quite easy to explain. When really tense or stressed people come for a massage, it relaxes them to the point where their emotions come out, and this often happens through tears.

-It must be strange to see.

You laughed a little as you remembered the first time it happened to you. You didn’t know where to put yourself; you felt like you had done something wrong. Fortunately, the person in charge of your internship quickly reassured you, saying that it could sometimes happen and that, even though it was rare, it proved you were doing a good job.

The rest of the session went very well. Caitlyn and you discussed several topics—your hobbies, your studies, and other things as well.

Caitlyn seemed disappointed that the massage was over. She confessed to you that she wished it could have lasted longer, but unfortunately, the two hours were up.

You offered her some tea before she left, and she thanked you with a beautiful smile, which earned her one from you. While you were tidying up the room, Caitlyn was leaving, but she couldn’t get you out of her mind. You had been so kind to her, and she still felt the impression of your hands on her back.

She finally decided to make another appointment with you. The secretary told her with a laugh that she knew Caitlyn would come back to you because you were one of the most sought-after masseuses.

Before leaving, she asked the secretary for a piece of paper, on which she quickly wrote a small message that she slipped, along with some money, into your tip jar, which was placed on the counter among those of the other employees.

As Caitlyn was leaving the salon to go to her car, she wondered if the message had been a good idea. Maybe you were just so nice because it was your job?

She was leaving the salon to go to her car, wondering if the message had been a good idea. Maybe you had been so nice because it was your job? Maybe she was just imagining things. What if you found her weird and didn’t want to see her anymore? She was about to get into her car when, as if by a twist of fate, she heard your voice calling her.

-Caitlyn, wait!

You finally stopped in front of her, slightly out of breath. You had run to catch up with her. She had been walking really fast.

-I forgot to give you this.

You handed her a small paper bag in the colors of the salon.

-What is it?

-A gift. We give one to all the customers who come for the first time.

Caitlyn glanced quickly and saw a small bottle that must have been massage oil and several tubes of cream. Then, she took out a small blue ball wrapped in plastic.

-And what is that?

-Oh, it’s for the bath. You put it in your bathwater, and it gives the water a nice color and a good smell.

-That’s very kind, thank you. You didn’t have to rush; I could have picked it up next week.

-Next week?

-Yes, I made another appointment… with you.

You gave a small smile, but inside, you were overjoyed. You had enjoyed massaging Caitlyn; she had had a real conversation with you. She hadn’t just told you about her problems, and her smile had brightened your day, which hadn’t started well.

-I can’t wait to be there then.

She finally said goodbye to you when she saw the time on her watch and reluctantly told you she had other things to do.

At the end of the day, Caitlyn finally returned home and collapsed onto the couch with the bag you had given her. She took the time to look more closely at its contents and saw that she had been right about the contents of the bottle and the tubes.

She took the bath bomb in her hand again and brought it closer to her nose, managing to smell its scent through the plastic. It was the same scent as the incense you had used during her massage. She wondered if you had chosen it yourself and if you had picked that scent on purpose.

She saw the bag next to her and noticed she had forgotten something. As she picked it up, she recognized the salon card and turned it over. Her eyes widened when she saw that you had left a note on the back of the card:

"I had a great time with you. I take my break at 1 PM and have lunch at the little restaurant across from the salon. If you’re interested, you’re welcome."

This little note from you made her smile. Maybe she had a small chance with you after all.

On your side, you had just returned home and were sitting at your kitchen table with your tip jar in front of you, the money forgotten for a few minutes already.

You were too busy rereading the little paper in your hands.

"I had a very good day, thanks again. If you’re interested, I know a place that makes very good sushi. Call me. Caitlyn."

She had left her number, and you could easily guess that the biggest tip had come from her.

You picked up your phone resting next to you on the table, saved Caitlyn’s number, and decided it was too late to send her a message but that you would do it the next day.

You finished counting your tips, and after a quick meal, went to bed.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Jennifer Rubin at The Contrarian:

For several years, whenever Hillary Clinton appeared for an interview or commented on events on which she had particular expertise, she was greeted with howls from the punditocracy to essentially shut up and go away. Granted, she has been on the national stage since the 1990s, but frankly, Americans could have used more of her insight and advice on the deeds and misdeeds of President Trump over the years. Now, less than a week into the Trump orgy of unconstitutional power grabs, preposterous declarations (renaming the Gulf of Mexico might be the stupidest of the bunch) and the release of the Jan. 6 felons (some of whom were convicted of violent crimes), I sure would like to hear the voice of the other woman nominated to run for president. Many of us would welcome the clear, compelling voice of former Vice President Kamala Harris.

Democracy defenders anticipated that Democrats might be caught on their back feet, but when the Senate minority leader issues anodyne declarations so utterly inapt in the current climate, it’s time to look for a single charismatic voice, one well-versed in law and unafraid to trim her sails. (Sen. Chuck Schumer’s statement after a deeply dishonest, dark, dangerous inaugural address suggested he had not been listening closely: “It’s now time to look to the future. The challenges that face America are many and great. The Senate must respond with resolve, bipartisanship, and fidelity to the working and middle class of this country.”) Trump has launched a full-out assault on the Constitution and the rule of law. His gambits include: attempting to excise birthright citizenship from the 14th Amendment; undermining professional, competent governance with “Schedule F”; and—frighteningly—to move to militarize the border, invoke emergency powers, and grab the Alien & Sedition Act out of the 18th century. (As Ilya Somin explained about the latter, “[T]he Alien Enemies Act cannot be used in our current situation because we are not in a ‘declared war’ with any foreign nation, and there also is no ‘invasion’ or predatory incursion is perpetrated, attempted, or threatened against the territory of the United States by any foreign nation or government.’”)

Harris was the last administration’s most compelling advocate on a range of legal and public-safety issues, from the reversal of Roe v. Wade to the dangers of untrammeled executive power to anti-immigrant incitement. She showed Democrats how to be tough on the border without being cruel, reckless, and contemptuous of the Constitution. (At the Ellipse speech just before the election, she declared, “When I was attorney general of a border state, I saw the chaos and violence caused by transnational criminal organizations that I took on and when I am President, we will quickly remove those who arrive here unlawfully, prosecute the cartels and give border patrol the support they so desperately need.” However, she consistently reminded us we are a nation of immigrants.) She never minced words about Trump’s dictatorial ambitions. She did warn us less than two weeks before the election, “Donald Trump vowed to be a dictator on day one. He vowed to use the military to carry out personal and political vendettas. His former chief of staff said he wanted generals like Hitler’s. Trump wants unchecked power.” Given that she is a former prosecutor who boasted that she put violent criminals behind bars, I certainly would like to hear what she has to say about letting out of prison 1500 people convicted in association with the Jan. 6 insurrection (which resulted in the death of several police officers and serious injuries and trauma to scores of others).

[...] She was right about what Trump intended to do and the danger he posed to the rule of law. She was right about the Supreme Court. Though she certainly deserves a break, whenever she is prepared, given our political vacuum, no one is better positioned to summon democracy defenders to stand up to a lawless president than Kamala Harris.

Jennifer Rubin wrote in The Contrarian on why Kamala Harris should take her perch being the voice for the rule of law calling out Felon 47’s dictatorship.

America will regret picking the Constitution-pissing felon over the prosecutor.

[midnightjewel]

“It was a guy?!”

Part 2 of the og post I made of this since it did well and people seemed to like it!! Part 1

A/N: I keep seeing my inbox numbers go up but I literally can’t see any of them which sucks. So just dm or comment anything you’d like to see!

Characters Included: Shinsou, Midoryia, and Todoroki

***** Please I beg of you, DNI if ur a minor!! 18+ ONLY! I have plenty of sfw stories on my blog for y’all ****

Shinsou

You flung the door open to the home you shared with your lovely husband. “That was amazing!” You announced your return from your wax appointment.

“Hi babe” your purple haired husband casually strolled past you holding your grey cat named munchkin, as nonchalantly as he always was. You two were the epitome of “opposites attract”

You were fun loving, a bit loud, and absolutely adored taking a nap at every chance you could get. On the other hand, your purple haired husband was chill, quiet, and a major insomniac. He often just laid in bed while you slept on his chest at night, getting 2-3 hours of sleep if he was lucky.

You two absolutely adored and could not get enough of each other.

“Oh my goodness Toshi you’re so hot” you spoke in a feral tone that made his eyes widen as he gently set the cat down to let him run away. He knew that it was traditional that after you get waxed you’d completely jump on him and take him to heaven on any surface that was nearby.

“Oh alright” he chuckles “come ‘ere I’ll take us to the couch” he holds his arms open for you to jump into them. You happily obliged and threw your bag on the floor, speed walked to him and jumped up on him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He plopped you down on the couch so that you were under him. “mmm I couldn’t stop thinking about you” you hum as he moved to be on top of you while he kissed your neck.

He hummed in response, not letting go from the contact he had on your neck. “God, he took forever but it was worth it” you sigh and close your eyes, trying not to laugh at your prank as he attempts to leave a mark as purple as his hair on your collarbone

He breaks the contact, a string of saliva connecting your skin and his lips. “What?” He wiped his mouth.

You inhale sharply to keep yourself from giggling. “I said he took forever but it was worth it” you try to speak as if you were not worried about it while sitting up and pushing him back, climbing to straddle his waist “Now let me top, you got to top last time” you demand while placing your hands on his chest to balance

“No no no..” he sits up, holding your hips as he looks into your eyes “Who is he..? And why did he see my wife’s vag”

“Toshi it’s not that deep, my normal girl called out sick and I wanted to be able to have sex so I just let the only appointment available wax me” you shrug and move to kiss his neck, knowing it was one of his weak points

“Not that deep” he rolls his eyes repeating what you said “I’m sure he wanted to be deep in you” he scoffs and you bust out laughing

“I’m so eager to find out what’s so funny about all of this?” He folds his arms over his chest and raises his eyebrow

“Okay I’m sorry Toshi!” You’re cackling at this point. “It was a prank! I would never do that to you” you wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes

“You’re insane” he rolls his eyes with a slight smirk threatening to form.

“I know, now stop talking about this and start moaning for me” you push him back down and continue your assault on his neck

Midoryia

You walk out of the waxing salon and wave bye to all the employees whom you’ve grown close with over the years, coming here once every few weeks.

You hopped into the car that was pulled up to the front of the building where your lovely boyfriend was waiting in the drivers seat.

“Hi Zuku” you kiss his cheek and he blushes just like he always does. “I missed you” you smile at him as he puts a hand on your thigh and drives out of the shopping plaza.

“I always miss you when you go to your appointments” he smiles, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Oh I can’t wait to ride you when we get home” you smirk and watch as his eyes widen and he chokes on the breath he had just inhaled. “Jeez babe” he blushes “You’re always so forward”

“Okay well you’re going to be so impressed with how good the guy did!” You exclaim while turning your attention back to the road

“Guy?” He inquires as his eyebrows furrowed together in a sense of confusion. He proceeds to dramatically sigh to the point where you almost laugh and break character.

“I didn’t know that was an option” he whines “Yeah but last time the girl didn’t do that good of a job and my usual girl moved away a few months ago so I figured I’d try someone else” you causally shrug

“Okay” he heavily sighs and you can hear the sadness laced in it. “If that’s who you want”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction, feeling slightly bad for pranking him this way. He was always so sweet and trusting when it came to you and you felt guilty for making him sad.

“Why’re you laughing at me?” He looks like a deer in the headlights as he pulls into the garage and puts the car in park after pressing the button to close it.

“I’m so sorry it was a joke” you are smiling and laughing at him at this point. He crosses his arms and pouts “jokes are supposed to be funny (name)” he side eyes you.

“You’re right” you sigh “I’m so sorry” you unbuckle both of your seatbelts, climb into his lap, and proceed to unbutton his shirt

“Wait! What are you doing?!” His cheeks heat up and his eyes are as wide as saucers

“Apologizing” you shrug as you move your panties to the side from under your skirt and move to unbutton and unzip his pants

“Why not in the house” he whines “Can’t wait for you” you casually state as you hover over him

Todoroki

You lazily sprawled out on the couch while you were on the phone with your good friend Mina when your lovely fiancé came home from work.

“Hey Sho” you called out from your spot on the couch as you hear him take his shoes off and sighing in exhaustion as his feet ache from the long day of patrolling

“Hey” he smiles from above where you’re laying once he made his way to the living room, leaning over the couch to give you a peck on the lips

You swing your legs over the couch to get up after relaxing for an hour or so. You made your way to the kitchen to get started on a quick dinner, Shoto following you there to help you.

“Hold on Mina” you try not to laugh as she begins to giggle, knowing of the prank you wanted to pull on the hero.

“Sho, I got waxed today and after dinner I want you to wreck me” you say as causally as you can while trying not to laugh at his expression

“Oh!” He spoke in shock “Uhm…yeah okay”

“Oh Mina before you go I have to recommend this waxer to you” you excitedly tell her “He did an amazing job and he really made sure to get in all the crevices and everything” you make sure to put emphasis on the “he”

“Huh?” You hear his confusion from behind you but you ignore him only egging the prank on even more

“Yeah I’ll send you the salon info!” You continue taking to your friend

“What do you mean he did a good job?” He tapped your shoulder and you sigh “Not now Sho” you wave him off

“But babe-“ he pleads and you hold up a finger to silence him

“Okay Mina! I’ll see you this weekend! Bye!” You exclaim before hanging up the phone. “What was so important hun?” You raise an eyebrow as you put your phone on the counter

“You got waxed by a guy?!” He ran his hands through his hair “I can’t live” he dramatically sighs and throws himself on the floor

“Sho” you laugh “you’re so funny and dramatic” you kneel down on the ground. “It was a prank” you run your fingers through his hair

“Thank god” he sighs dramatically “We’re skipping dinner” he pulls you to straddle his lap

“Sho not on the kitchen floor!” You exclaimed as he fumbled with the hem of your shirt “Yes on the kitchen floor” he lifts your shirt over your head

[stabbyfoxandrew]

i need to cry for like 2 hours and go to sleep, i think that would fix me

[skrunksthatwunk]

not rascal's deadbeat owner coming around when im not home and telling my roommate she's taking him for a week (our break is 4 weeks or so, implying he's gonna be back here even though That's Her Cat Not Ours) and then just picking up the new toys i bought for him and taking them with her without even asking. hey. hi. those are mine

[wovenstarlight]

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[kbwrites]

Heated Waters

synopsis: being married is hard, being married without seeing each other is even harder.

⚝ content: Hiromi Higuruma x F! Reader, nsfw, bathtub sex, fingering, Hiromi neglects his wife, but boy does he make up for it

⚝ wc: 1.9k

“Yeah we do it pretty much every day.”

Satoru said, taking a leisurely sip of his water. His pale face alight with mischief, a shit-eating grin across his lips. His three coworkers stared at him in (jealousy) disbelief.

Suguru was the first to break the silence, wanting to save face “Everyday is a bit much, isn’t it, Satoru?”

Satoru chuckled, his blue eyes glinting with amusement as he watched his friend squirm. "What about you guys? How often do our married friends get it in?" His gaze flickered to Nanami, who cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, his eyes fixed on the steam rising from his coffee cup.

“Twice a week, I suppose…”

Satoru's smile widened, clearly entertained by the responses he was drawing out. He then turned his attention to the oldest among them, Hiromi Higuruma, who was carefully straightening his tie, a subtle attempt to avoid eye contact.

“What about you, Higuruma?”

“Your wife, (Y/N) is a little younger than you, right? C’mon Higuruma-San…She a total freak?” Satoru teased.

Hiromi's jaw tightened, a flicker of irritation crossing his features as his grip on his coffee cup tightened. He took a slow, measured breath, his voice strained but controlled when he finally spoke.

“Please don’t talk about my wife like that.”

But Satoru, ever the instigator, didn’t back down. “It’s just us guys riiggght? And I can’t lie Higuruma, you’re one lucky guy. (Y/N) is a catch.”

Nanami nodded in agreement, as did Suguru, though both seemed to sense the discomfort growing in Hiromi. The older man could only sigh, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the conversation.

It was true—you were everything he could have ever wanted in a partner. Beautiful, intelligent, kind-hearted—his perfect match. If heaven existed, Hiromi was certain you’d be the only one worthy of it.

But long nights in the office, and early mornings preparing for court would take a toll on any relationship. The truth was… Hiromi hadn’t touched you in over a month. By the time he came home—you were fast asleep, and weekends were spent running the mountain of errands you couldn’t get to during the week. You loved each other of course, but it was hard. A month without feeling the warmth of your husband's hands all over your skin was starting to weigh heavily on both of you.

“You don’t have to answer Higuruma-san..” Nanami chimed in, sensing his elder colleague’s discomfort.

“Over a month.” Hiromi exhaled, the truth slipping out before he could stop it.

The room fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in.

“WHAT?” Gojo audibly gasps. “Your wife looks like THAT and you haven’t f—”

Suguru swiftly cut him off with a well-placed elbow to the chest. “Satoru… leave Higuruma alone.” The long-haired male warns. “Still, that is surprising.”

“I know I know..” Higuruma pinches his bridge. He wanted nothing more than to have his wife under him… on top of him. But the endless stream of work kept him trapped in a cycle of exhaustion. “I’ve been so busy I can’t even remember the last time I actually spoke to her properly.”

Suguru offered an apologetic smile. “Sounds like you need a break.”

“Sounds like you need some puss—” Nanami quickly elbowed Satoru in the chest before he could finish his sentence.

Hiromi shook his head, letting out a dry chuckle as he ran a hand through his dark locks, clearly frustrated with himself. “I appreciate your concern, guys, but I don’t see how I can take a break right now. I have so much work to do, and I’m the only one who knows how to handle all of it.”

“Higuruma-San. Satoru will take care of the paperwork for you.” Nanami suggested with a deadpan expression.

“HUH?” Satoru blurted out, clearly caught off guard by the sudden assignment.

“Yeah,” Nanami continued, ignoring Satoru’s protest. “It’s not like he actually does any work around here anyway.”

Suguru smirked, nodding in agreement. “That’s true. You might as well make yourself useful, Satoru.”

Before Hiromi could protest, the trio moved in unison—Suguru grabbing Hiromi’s briefcase, Nanami steering him toward the door, and Satoru sighing dramatically as he resigned himself to the task.

“Are… are you boys sure about this? I don’t want to burden you–”

“Nonsense! Go home and take care of your wife!”

Hiromi placed his briefcase by the door, his tie feeling suddenly too tight around his neck. He loosened it with a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he glanced around. The familiar scent of home greeted him. It was comforting yet bittersweet, a reminder of all the moments he had missed. The living room was tidy, the soft hum of the dishwasher running in the kitchen. You had clearly been busy, taking care of the house as you always did, even when he wasn’t around.

“Honey?” Hiromi calls out to you, his voice echoing slightly in the stillness.

Frowning, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the back of a chair before making his way down the hall. As he approached the bathroom, he noticed a faint light seeping out from under the door, accompanied by the sound of water gently lapping against the tub.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened the door.

The sight that greeted him made his breath catch in his throat. There you were, reclining in the bathtub, your eyes closed, head resting on the edge as steam rose around you. The soft glow of candles illuminated the room, casting a warm, serene light over your features.

You looked so peaceful, so beautiful—that it almost hurt to look at you. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly as he took in the sight, but the guilt and longing only deepened. How long had it been since he’d taken the time to appreciate you like this? Since he’d been able to just… be with you?

You opened your eyes, gaze meeting your husband as he leaned against the door frame.

“Hiromi?” you murmured, your voice soft, almost questioning, as if unsure whether he was really there or just a figment of your imagination.

“Hey Honey…” his voice equally soft, as he took a tentative step closer. The warmth of the room seemed to wrap around him, melting away some of the day’s stress.

“You’re home early.” You muse, looking at him as you rested your arms on the tub. He doesn’t respond, just walks towards you with purposeful steps.

Hiromi stares down at you with half-lidded eyes.“The guys decided I need a break.” He paused, his breath hitching slightly as he continued, “Can I join you?” A playful smirk tugged at the corner of your lips.

“Only if you take off your clothes this time.”

A dry chuckle escaped his lips as he unbuttons his dress shirt, letting each article of clothing fall to the tile floor. As he finally sheds his boxers before settling behind you. You exhaled softly, the tension you’d been holding onto for weeks dissipating as you sank into your husband’s embrace.

Hiromi didn’t waste a moment, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck, placing lazy, lingering kisses along the curve where your shoulder met your throat. His breath was warm against your skin, his kisses slow and unhurried, as if savoring every second, every inch of you.

His hands weren’t idle either, tracing gentle patterns along your stomach, moving upwards to cup your breasts with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. He nipped lightly at your earlobe, his voice a husky murmur, “I’ve missed you… more than you know.”

“Missed you too ‘Romi..” Your voice trembling as the almost foreign heat began to pool in your core.

Deft fingers teased your nipples, rolling and pinching—eliciting a soft moan from your lips as your body arched into his touch. Your hand reached back, tangling in his dark locks, pulling him closer as his lips traveled down to your shoulder, his other hand snaking under the water to your aching cunt.

“ahhhh… s-shitt..” You cry out as Hiromi’s fingers slowly circle your swollen bud. His touch light, teasing.

“Thirty-two days… I’m so sorry m’love.” He mumbles into your shoulder as he slips a slender digit into your entrance. Your walls flutter immediately around the intrusion, as he gently pumped into you.

He adds another finger, curling up to the spot he had neglected all those weeks. He extended his thumb to rub your clit. You arch your back against him, feeling his cock twitch against your ass.

“Hiro…” you moan, reaching behind for him, but he bites down lightly on your shoulder.

“Not yet, pretty girl, want you t’cum first okay?”

He whispers as he feels your gummy walls clench around him.

He speeds up his ministrations, digits stuffing your cunt as your pussy throbs and squelches. Your whimpers echo around the tiled walls, water lapping around your bodies.

You feel the pressure building as each thrust of his long fingers brush against your g-spot.

“g-gonna cum!”

“Cum f’me sweetheart please—god… need it so bad.” Hiromi mumbles as he pumps even faster.

“a-ahh!” you cry as you reach your high, walls clenching as you cum on your husband’s hand. He removes his fingers from you, moving to gently circle your clit as you come down from your orgasm.

You both stay there for a moment, your heavy breathing the only sound occupying the space, mingling with the gentle slosh of water against the porcelain tub. Hiromi’s arms wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you closer.

Slowly, he lifted you, the warm water swirling around you both as he maneuvered you to face him, settling you on his lap. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your knees pressing against the cool sides of the tub.

You straddled Hiromi, your bodies now fully aligned, chest to chest. Your husband's dark, half-lidded eyes bore into yours, his expression a mixture of raw need and unspoken tenderness. He let his hands rest on your waist for a moment, thumbs tracing gentle circles against your damp skin as he took in the sight of you.

“I don’t know how I’ve stayed away from you for so long…” his voice breaking slightly as if the admission pained him.

Your breath hitched as you shifted slightly in his lap, feeling the tension between you intensify. Hiromi’s hands slid up your sides, his touch deliberate and slow, leaving a trail of heat in their wake as his lips finally found yours. The kiss was deep, full of hunger that had been simmering between you both for far too long.

His grip on your waist tightened as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a dance that left you dizzy with need.

Breaking the kiss, Hiromi leaned his forehead against yours, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

“I won’t make that mistake again.”

Without a word, he rose from the tub, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. Water cascaded down your bodies, pooling at your feet as he carried you toward the bedroom, his lips trailing wet kisses down the side of your neck.

He laid you gently onto the bed, your back sinking into the soft silken sheets, but Hiromi didn’t waste any time. His gaze darkening as he climbed over you, his body hovering just above yours, his eyes drinking you in like a man starved.

“I’m going to make up for every second I’ve missed.”

[gor3sigil]

Before starting T, when I socially transitionned, I was surrounded by radical feminists who saw masculinity as gross and inherently evil, something to avoid, something to make fun of, something to destroy. The other transmascs in my friend group, sometimes, told me that they didn’t knew if they really were non-binary or if they just were scared shitless of saying “I am a man”. Because they saw this as a betrayal to their younger self who had been SAd and abused.

I saw many of my masc friends and trans men around me hate themselves, not outing themselves as men because it would imply so so much, it was like opening the Pandora Box. Even when we were just together, talking about our masculinity was always coated with bits like “I know we’re the privileged ones but…”, “I don’t want to sound like I have it bad but…”, “Women obviously have it worse, but last time…” and we were talking about terrible traumas we experienced while taking all the precautions in the world in the case the walls were a crowd of people in disguise waiting to get us if we didn’t downplay the violence we faced, or like crying and being upset and being traumatized and afraid and scared and to say it out loud would make us throw up the needles we were forced to swallow every second of every day living in our skin.

Most of us weren’t on T yet, some of us were catcalled every day and harassed in the streets or in abusive relationships nobody seemed to care to help them get out of because they were “strong enough” to do it by themselves.

I was using the gender swap face app and cried for ours when I saw my father looking back at me through the screen. The idea of transforming, of shedding into a body that would deprive me of love, tenderness, and safety, was absolutely terrifying. I knew I couldn’t stay in this body any longer because it wasn’t mine, but I also knew that if I was going to look like my dad, my brother, my abusers, it would be so much worse.

5 years later and I’m almost 2 years on T, and almost 2 months post top surgery.

I ditched my previous group of friends. I was bullied out of my local trans community. But let me tell you how free I am.

I was scared that T would break my singing voice: it made it sound more alive than ever.

I was scared that T would make me less attractive: it made me find myself hot for the first time in my life.

I was scared that T would make me gain weight: it did. But the weight I put on is not the weight I used to put on by binging and eating my body until I forgot that it even existed. It’s the weight of my body belonging to me, little by little. The wolf hunger for life.

I won’t tell you the same story I see everywhere, the one that goes “I started going to the gym 8 times a week, I put on some muscles, I started a diet and now I look like an action film actor”, in fact if you took pictures of me from 5 years ago vs now I’d just have more acne, I’d have longer hair and still look like I don’t know what to do with myself when I take selfies.

But the sparkle in my eyes, my smile, tell the whole story way better than this long ass stream of words could ever.

I want to say some things that I wish someone told me before starting medically transitionning.

It’s okay to take your time. It’s your body, it’s your journey, if you don’t feel comfortable taking full doses and want to go slow, the only voice you need to listen to is your own. Do what feels right.

If you feel overwhelmed, it’s okay to take a break, it’s okay to ask for support.

Trans people are holy. Everyone is. You didn’t lose your angel wings when you came out because you want to be masculine. You are not excluded from the joy of existence, from being proud of yourself, from being sad, from being scared, from being angry. The emotions and feelings you allowed yourself to feel while processing what you experienced when you grew up as a girl and was seen as a woman are still as valid as before. Nobody can take that from you. If someone tries to, don’t let them.

It’s perfectly normal to grieve some things you were and had before you started to transition, like your high soprano voice or even your chest. Hatching is painful. You can find comfort in things that don’t feel right, so making the decision to change can be incredibly scary and weird and you deserve to be heard and supported through this. Wanting top surgery doesn’t make the surgery less intense, less terrifying, less painful to recover from. When it becomes too much you have the right to take a break and take some deep breaths before going on.

You don’t have to have a radical, 180° change for your transition to be acceptable or valid or worthy of praise. Look at how far you’ve come already. It doesn’t have to show, you’re not made to be a spectacle, you’re human and it is your journey.

Oh, and last thing, you know when some people say “Oh this trans person has to grow out of the cringy phase where you think that you can write essays about being trans or transitionning or just their experience because it’s weird” ? If you ever hear this or see this online, remember all the people whose writing you read and, even if they were not professional writers, helped you more than any theorists did ? If you want to write, do it. It won’t be a waste. It can help people. Or it won’t, and even then, if it helped you, that’s enough.

Love every of my trans siblings, take care of yourselves. You deserve the world.

[thalwri]

sticky 'n wet

synopsis: your agitating ex tries to disrupt your peace again, but he doesn't realise sylus is around. and neither of you realise that your working together to finally get rid of your ex would bring you much closer.

warnings: heavy smut, dry humping, strip tease, riding, creampies, shower sex, couch sex, petnames (kitten, sweetie, sweetheart), squirting, messy and very wet

word count: 5,6k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“where are you off to, kitten?”

you turned on your heel, seconds away from fuming. “i told you to stop calling me that.” 

there had been incessant knocking torturing your door to your apartment. somehow you’ve been letting sylus stay in your place for weeks on end while he occasionally disappeared to the n109 zone for his usual business.

between your tether to him being more intense than usual, and the recent events you’d been going through, you couldn’t tell whether you were grateful for his presence or felt more at peace when he wasn’t around for a brief time.

it had been five minutes. you wouldn’t really think that the knocking was bad but realistically if someone knocked at your door without a break and did it very loudly even without a response, then that would be concerning.

sylus found it irritating in the least, but had the tolerance to ignore it until the relentless fool disappeared on their own. he watched you walk to the door and look into the peep hole. your breath hitched as you stumbled back, covering your mouth with both hands before quickly dropping them to your sides.

“what is it?”

“my ex.” your voice dropped to a monotone line, your body still on the door in front of you. sylus groaned, pinching his brows but he had to admit he wasn’t surprised.

your break up wasn’t revolutionary and chaotic so to speak, but it wasn’t peaceful either. he had been there for you through the process, he didn’t even have to calm you down so he had thought you’d breeze through it and give him more of your attention.

until you started crying.

apparently, the fool had gotten with another woman just weeks after your split and that broke you. so two months following that, sylus had spent his hours of quality time with you helping you recover and move on all while plotting all the crude and illegal things he could do to that insect to avenge you. 

he had thought to impale the guy with a fork, or peel off his skin with a carrot peeler, and make a stew out of him so that if anyone investigated, they’d eat the evidence. hannibal style. if he ever told you that, you would most likely be disgusted.

sylus rose to his feet in solemn silence and gently moved you away from the door. “i’ll handle it, kitten.”

“sylus–“

“i’ll handle it.” the depth his voice had lowered to was an instant indication that you could no longer try to interfere. whatever he was about to do, you could only pray it wasn’t going to get him arrested.

you turned away, pinching the corners of your eyes as the door opened for sylus to be greeted by yelling.

“what took you so long to answer– who are you?”

“the owner of this apartment. who in this bereft city are you?” well, being the owner, so to speak, was a lie. technically you owned it– but sylus began to actually live and function there more than you had in the last few months.

just looking at the bastard in person began to irk him. sylus wholeheartedly believed you could do far better than you had but he knew better than to lose his chances of being especially close to you by questioning your judgement. he was not interested in fighting you for your attention for he knew that you truly were drawn to him.

how could you not be attracted to each other especially after all you’ve gone through together?

sylus looked your ex up and down in disgust and scoffed out a laugh. “what are you doing here? this is the last time i’ll ask.”

“where is my girlfriend?” your ex grumbled, attempting to look over sylus’ body by standing on the tips of his toes. you intuitively stepped back before you stopped. would you really let this happen over and over again? being tormented like this?

not again.

“she’s not–“ sylus began to ball his hands into fists as he spoke before you held him to calm him down.

“it’s okay,” you gave him a grateful smile, patting his chest for him to step back. “i told you to stop calling and coming to my apartment.”

“i just wanted to talk–“ 

“you lost your chance, so do me a favour and screw yourself to another planet before i feed you to the fucking wanderers. we’re over. for a reason. and here’s no turning back from that. so leave.”

“but–“

“out.”

“no, i–“

the sound of a gun– your gun– cocked, you felt a tall figure looming over you oozing murderous energy. sylus aimed the gun directly at your ex’s head.

“you heard my woman,” he snarled, trying his best to hide his prideful smirk. you felt your ears warm. look at you, standing on your own feet against vermin-like that ex of yours. “get out.”

“who do you think you are?” your ex scoffed, sorely attempting to push out his chest to seem confident. 

“he is my boyfriend,” you stepped forward, pushing your ex back by pointing your finger at him with each statement you make until he’s out of the doorway. “he is my man, he is what matters to me now, and you are nothing to me. so get out and stay out of my life before i kill you with my bare hands.”

and with that, you slam the door shut, locking the door quickly. you leaned against the door, catching empty air while your heart rate slowed down from the nerves. you heard sylus chuckle and put your gun down.

“that was impressive, sweetie.” you groaned in your hands, intentionally avoiding his gaze. you called him your boyfriend. your man. and he called you his woman. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find that nice to say, but still!

“look at me,” his voice, both soothing and arousing compelled you to listen to him. you removed your hands from your eyes and looked sylus in the eye.

“i suppose you’re satisfied.” you sighed in exhaustion, you felt so drained from talking to that ex of yours. a snack would be doing wonders at this time.

“i’m proud of you,” he smiled– a rarity from sylus but fully appreciated nonetheless. “standing your ground, defending your privacy, referring to me as your man–“

“you’re terrible,” you choked out a laugh, slapping his abdomen. 

“i’m divine, kitten, and you know it.”

you weren’t going to deny that. especially after being trapped in his homestead, after getting to know him, along with seeing a great many parts of him. he was an attractive man, that was undeniable. 

his wit, intelligence, and sense of control during missions and operations within onychinus and how he spends time with you are all things you’d grown to admire about him. you adored him and felt rather enamoured by the things he does. the things he does to you.

within the last month, you’d seen him in ways that you should have deemed inappropriate. watching exit the shower, water dripping down the lines of his abdomen and disappearing within the towel wrapped around his waist. with his grey lashes holding small droplets above his deliciously terrifying crimson eyes of his.

how his chest always looked larger every time you saw him, or how you’d intentionally bend down with your ass in the air when he was within your proximity. something at the time you thought as harmless. but now you’re standing before him and you felt a new wave of need.

whether it was from what he said or the fact that he was ready to kill for you, you didn’t know. but now you were feeling restless.

“sylus,”

he breathed out your name in response, almost as though he was holding in some pent in energy. you could feel energy swirling in your heart as you watched his eye twitch. the same eye that held his part of the aether core. were you resonating without touching each other?

“thank you,” you began, struggling to find your words. “for earlier.”

“anything for you, sweetie.” he stepped closer to you, making you tilt your neck slightly to meet his gaze. “including covering for your pretty ass whenever your missions went sideways because of that creature of an ex.”

you stifled a laugh through the noise of your aether tethered heart rapidly beating. watching his lips curve, purse, and move as he spoke, watching his eyes kind of lighten just from speaking with you… you just couldn’t take your eyes off him.

“you just can’t seem to take your eyes off me or stop thinking about me, can you kitten?” he smirked, placing his hand beneath your chin. “it would only be fair for me to admit i have had the same sentiment, but for much longer than i’d like to admit.”

“then do something about it,” you brashly whispered, feeling your patience wear thin. this was the closest chance you had at doing something with him without fear. “you’ve got your chance, so use it.”

“oh?” that irritating yet attractive chuckle filled the room other than whatever was playing on the tv. you could just feel your clit tingle from it. “is kitten baring her claws again?”

you gripped the collar of his dress shirt, harshly pulling him close to you– his lips less than a breath away from yours. “this kitten is baring her teeth, and telling sylus she wants him.”

that seemed to be the perfect buzzword. before you knew it, his lips had crashed into yours, his arms wrapped around your torso, and if you weren’t mistaken a short moan had escaped his lips. there was barely a moment for you to absorb the kiss, as you had already begun to peel each other’s clothing off from the jackets to the shirts and eventually the pants. 

you pushed sylus onto the couch and straddled him, his hands held the back of your thighs pushing you up more towards him as your lips danced and tugged away in both passion and desire. he dropped you onto his lap, subtly introducing you to the growing bulge beneath you. it felt so big. you gasped as he began to grind against your clothed pussy, his hands reaching for your ass and tits to fondle and squeeze.

“i want you,” sylus whispered, momentarily stopping to lock his crimson eyes on yours in seriousness. “and i have you. do you want us to continue. we’ll stop if you aren’t ready.”

you smiled in gratitude for his concern for you. “i’m ready, sylus. i’m ready for you–” before you could finish your sentence, your lips are locked in a chaste kiss, your groins meeting each other through relentless grinds and your heavy sighs and soft whines competing with the television’s noise.

you wanted to truly show sylus how much you appreciated all that he has done for you in the past month so you slowly pulled yourself away, gently pushing him back when his lips followed and rose to your feet. 

“stand up,” sylus rose without question, hiding his curiosity with a ‘hmph’. “take off your underwear.”

he raised an eyebrow, his ruby eyes glistened with excitement. “and what about you, kitten? don’t you think this is a little bit unfair?”

“i want to give you a show,” you tug at the hem of his black briefs, which had a wet spot marked around his erection. the more you looked at the shape of his cock, the more you realised just how big he was. you could feel both your mouth and pussy water at that sight alone.

“i think i’m the one entertaining you right now,” in a swift move, he pulled down his briefs and kicked them aside. his cock bounced free and stood so tall and proud, his tip was reddened and shining with leaky precum leaving a mess on his lower abdomen. 

“don’t be shy,” he smirked, taking your hand in his and placing it on his cock. it was so warm and so hard, you couldn’t help yourself from stroking it. sylus closed his eyes, letting out a shaky sigh as you pumped his cock from the base to the tip stopping to circle your finger lightly over his slit.

“h-ha, kitten, that’s- oh,” you dragged your precum glistened finger down a large vein that travelled to the base then removed your hand. still in a slight daze from your touch, sylus didn’t hear what you said.

“i’m gonna give you a little show,” you boldly repeated, grabbing his face with a hand to give him a chaste kiss, swiping your tongue briefly across his lips before he could react. you stepped back to create some distance between the two of you to give him a bit of a sight to see. 

sylus laughed and plopped himself back onto the couch, spreading his legs to give you constant access to his throbbing, twitching, leaky cock. his hand was wrapped around the shaft, slowly stroking it as translucent drops leaked from his tip. seeing him in his nude, blatant glory brought a flood of heat rush over your body and settle in your clit– which was rudely rubbing against the fabric of your underwear.

“don’t get cold feet now, sweetie,” sylus breathed, his chest beginning to heave and sweat. you’d barely gotten to do what you wanted. 

“best you be patient.” you scoffed, unclasping your bra, slowly peeling the straps down each shoulder. you turned making your back face him and peeled off your bra and tossed it towards him. 

sylus’ hands were long gone from his hard, throbbing cock to catch your bra. he set it on his thigh, resting on the couch arms spread wide intrigued to see what else you had in store for him. “continue, kitten. my patience is wearing thin.”

you slowly turned to face him again, saving your final reveal for much later. you swayed your way back to him and sat on his lap, carefully pressing his cock against his abdomen with your body. his breath hitched at the friction from your underwear rubbing against his sensitive flesh. his warm precum began to soak your panties, but not as much as your pussy was.

you held his cock against you and adjusted your positioning so that you could ride the length of him. going back and forth against him, the raw friction of fabric against sensitive skin sent sylus into a frenzy, gripping the sides of the couch as he watched you basically dry hump him when he should be deep inside you.

“kitten,” he gritted, holding back a guttural groan. you responded with a lascivious moan, almost vibrating from the stimulation from just dry riding his cock. sylus’ hands flew to your hips and lifted you up with just a fraction of his strength. his cock flew back and hit his abs with a soft plap! 

“i’m growing impatient,” he lowly whispered, his eyes slowly darkening with desire and arousal. he was in no position to play along with you anymore. he was ready to fuck you good. “so i’m going to ask you again. are you ready for us to continue?”

you ferociously nodded, holding his face in your hands engulfing him in another kiss. you invited his tongue into your mouth to explore and savour you, occasionally greeting it with your own. as you felt yourself sinking into the kiss, you felt your pantie get moved aside before a long finger slid into you. you gasped momentarily before sylus caught your lips again, swallowing your eventual moan as his finger curled inside you.

“answer the question.”

“yes, sylus, i’m ready for you,” you panted. “i’m ready.”

and with that, sylus did not hold back further. his finger pumped into your wet pussy in slow rhythm before pushing a second in. your body trembled at the feeling, tensing as his fingers pumped deeper into you whilst curling to find that special area of yours.

“so wet,” he commented, pecking kisses along your neck. “soaking through your pretty underwear just for me. imagine how much harder i’m getting just from watching you.”

you didn’t even think it was possible for that to happen. a third finger slid in right as you were about to respond, pulling a deep moan out of you. being stretched out like this was not new, but with sylus it gave a more delicious sting.

“don’t squirm, sweetie,” he purred, curving all three digits in you again. “this is necessary if you want my cock to fit in well without hurting you.”

you couldn’t say much other than nod. getting so mindless over his fingers was worrying. what would his cock feel like? 

sylus slowly removed his fingers, watching how your slick nectar connected to each one before slowly licking it off one of his fingers whilst locking his eyes on you. such an erotic tease. he rubbed his other– still slick– fingers on your lips, painting them in your wetness. you slowly opened your mouth and leaned your head forward to take his fingers in.

“fuck,” he whispered, feeling his cock twitch at the sight. he pushed his fingers in and out of your mouth, watching your tongue clean him up slipping and swirling around him. he just imagined what it would be like to fuck your pretty mouth until you were drooling with his cum.

“me,”

“what?”

“fuck me, sylus.” you gave him a look of determination and need. that was all he had to hear. a loud rriiiiiip snapped you out of your daze, and a light draft fanned at your ass. 

“sylus!”

“hmm?” he smiled, pulling off your now shredded underwear from your body.

“that was my favourite set!” you pouted, even though you were heavily attracted to that move from him.

“you know i’ll get you new ones,” sylus scoffed, moving your hips to align your pussy with the tip of his cock. he knew you were on the pill. how? he accompanied you to get them and pestered you whenever you forgot. he adored you but he also cared immensely for your wellbeing.

“i love that you wore that set today,” he grinned looking up at you and pecked your nipples before gently suckling them for a few seconds. “love the red.” he paused, wanting to ask you once more for confirmation.

you nodded before he could ask. “i’m good and ready when you are– o-oh,”

his tip prodded at your entrance and was welcomed with slick warmth sucking him into you. he stopped half way in, slowly breathing to be accustomed to the feeling of your pussy clamping on his cockhead so tightly he almost came on the spot. you had let out a gasp at the feeling, clutching his shoulders with your nails.

“are you alright?” he asked. beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. you nodded. “let’s continue.”

slowly, you sank down onto him swallowing his cock, intentionally squeezing him to watch him squirm and moan from your tightness. you gently laughed, giving away your teasing which sylus quickly caught onto. he scoffed out a laugh and bucked his hips up to yours, ramming the rest of his cock into you with just a bit still outside. 

you moaned from the instantaneous move, barely recovering from it when that evil grey haired man began to thrust into you, pulling his cock in and out gradually increasing his pace. your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you tried to follow his pace, riding him to meet his hips whenever he thrusted up into you.

“oh fuck, kitten your pussy is so tight,” he moaned, pushing deeper and harder into you. your eyes crossed feeling like he reached a spot you didn’t realise existed. “must have hit your g-spot, hm? oh, baby you feel so good around me”

you could barely respond, overwhelmed by the new wave of pleasure you were receiving. hearing his sexy noises while fucking his cock into you was bringing you faster to your climax than your vibrator ever had. and all so quickly too. but it seemed he was also drawing near to cumming too.

“just– ah, fuck– so tight!” he could barely swallow his whines as your hips meet faster and harder. “that tight pussy’s about to make me cum, kitten. g-gosh fuck me– you see what you do to me?”

rendered speechless, you could only nod. and it only took a few more thorough thrusts before you spasmed all over his cock, throwing your head back as you climaxed. just seconds after, a gush of hot, cum flowed into your pussy, making you so weak in the knees you couldn’t move. sylus fuck his cum into you, moaning your name. 

despite that brief finish, you both knew you wanted more.

“again,” his voice rumbled in demand. you rasped your agreement, about to move when an idea came to your mind. 

“sylus,”

“mm.”

“let’s go to the shower.”

he looked up at you with a raised brow. “you feel dirty already? kitten, we’ve barely started.”

“no, you crow,” you smacked his large chest in irritation. “i mean, let’s continue in the shower.”

sylus momentarily paused, blankly staring at you. you always wondered what went through his mind when he did that. in that instance, he rose to his feet carrying you while his cock was still lodged in your pussy. not only that, he was still alarmingly hard despite cumming already, 

“you didn’t think i’d be done after such a small round, did you?” he grinned. “we’re just getting started.” you didn’t know whether to be afraid or dangerously aroused more than before.

you went through your bedroom to your bathroom, where sylus eventually set you to your feet. his cum began to slowly ooze out of you, travelling down your legs and painting them in the evidence of the mess that would have been made on your couch.

the bathroom began to steam slightly as the water ran. a large hand was held out for you– sylus offering it for you to join him. as you entered, your lips were immediately occupied with his, tied in a dance of need and insatiable greed that only the two of you could soothe for each other.

“you’re so perfect, sylus,” you sighed on his lips. “you’ve always been so great, such an amazing person in my life.” you kissed him again. “just want to show you how grateful i am for you.”

“you already have,” he pecked your cheeks. “just by being in my life.”

your kisses, gradually intensified as you touched each other, stimulating your needs before sylus gently moved you against the glass wall of the shower and picked you up hooking your legs over his shoulders and pressing your weight on the glass to keep you in place.

he gently lowered you back into him, instantly filling you up with his cock again. each time felt like it had gotten thicker. sylus regained proper footing on the wet tiles, slowly thrusting up into you before his pace quickened, going faster and harder until your pretty tits bounced from the sheer force of being fucked against the glass shower wall. 

and that wasn’t near how fast he planned to plough your sweet pussy. he had so much more in store for you. so much he’d been waiting to do. control was no longer a word in his vocabulary.

“ooh, just– fuck– just– just like that sy– so good!” you hiccuped, gripping onto his hair with one hand and scratching his nape with the other. 

through the fog, you could see your reflection, his back muscles flexing and shining in sweat along with the heat, his light grey hair flattened and drenched sticking to his flushed skin, his lips so tantalisingly close to your ear, huffing out praises and moans all while nibbling at your flesh.

“how are you still so tight, kitten?” he purred, pounding into you like his life depended on it. his hands tightly gripped your thighs indenting marks onto them, another sign of him marking his territory. “gonna fuck you so deep ‘n paint you with my cum.”

thrust after thrust his cock travelled deeper and deeper into you than it had earlier, pounding your weeping cunt so much that the squelches from a mixture your slick wetness and his cum became louder than the sound of your shower. sylus slowly pulled his cock back until his cockhead peeked out then slammed himself back up into you, finding that carnal spot of yours again. your eyes instantly crossed upon the impact, ripping a raw cry from deep within your throat.

“you sound like music,” he groaned, you could feel him smiling against your neck as he licked and suckled multiple rude, disrespectful bruises onto your skin. marking you as his and his alone for all of linkon and the n109 to see. “beautiful melody for just me to hear, sweetie.” he drew back and pulled out of you slowly and thrust clean into you once more before setting you down to the floor. 

you wasted no time grabbing his shoulders and pulled him into a lustful, needy kiss, engulfing him in your adoration and enticement. he occasionally nipped your lower lip, groaning at the feeling of your hand creeping down his abdomen to stroke his neglected, twitching cock. it was drenched and leaking with precum again, as if there would never be an end to how much he could stuff you and cover you with it. the warm water pelted your skin, making you hotter and more breathless as the seconds went by. 

“i’m going to give you everything you could ever want in this life,” he struggled to say whilst attempting to hold back the noises boiling deep in his chest. “my life, my heart, and my soul is yours, sweetheart.”

within an instant, you found your front pressed against the glass with your hands held behind your back. his lips grazed you ear, whispering his need for you as his warm cock circled your entrance, sliding up and down from the curve of your ass to his tip poking your aching clit.

“sylus,” you shivered, leaning back to rest on him before you lost balance– or even consciousness. you couldn’t tell how long you had been going on for anymore, and frankly you couldn’t care less. the tether between the two of you had wrapped so strongly that you couldn’t spend a second not being on each other.

“yes?” his hand gently tapped your chin so you could turn your face to him. he pecked the corner of your lip and rammed himself back into you without warning, forcing out a loud moan through your lips. those rough, and crude thrusts pounded through your tight, needy cunt, which was squeezing around his girth as much as possible. body pressed against the glass, the reflection of your fucked out face with sylus dazed and so drunk in your pussy made you clench harder.

“fuck, my– fuck,” his hips began to stutter and his cock throbbed in warning. the shower wall began to shake from the continuous impact of your bodies slamming together, clapping and squelching as if you just couldn’t be any closer. “if you squeeze again– oh, kitten, i’m going to fill you to the brim.”

he sunk his teeth deep into your flesh sending jolts of new pleasure down your spine, making you both moaning messes. his hands travelled around your body until his dominant hand settled on your abandoned clit to rub and swirl, and the other attacking your nipples– fondling and pinching them with greed to force out your most animalistic nature. your back arched helping you buck yourself into his hips, wanting to feel so much more of him, even though he had already abused your g-spot so much.

you sobbed and whined, singing praises to sylus for what he was doing to get you so horny for him. “keep fucking me like that, sy- fuck, please!” your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to hold onto him to stop yourself from collapsing. if it wasn’t his cock poking your cervix at this point, it was a sign that you were reaching your limit. “give me– can’t think– give it to me!”

neither of you could think that much, really. with you being so hypnotised and enamoured by his huge cock while he drowned and was drunk in your pussy, there wasn’t much to question. you both had a synonymous goal.

“gonna give it to you, kitten,” sylus seethed while licking your skin in ferocious lust, all he wanted and needed was to feel and taste you so he would do just that.

he felt so good inside your delectable pussy, loved how you tightened around him. he wanted to just cum on the spot, over and over and fuck you in every nook and cranny of your apartment then in each and every one of the properties he owned. he didn’t want to stop until every room you two entered was left smelling of cum and sex. who would he be to not desire such pleasure with someone as beautiful, powerful, and sexy as you?

“look at us, sweetie,” he huffed, momentarily stopping to push his cock as deeply into you as possible, completely bottoming out inside of you until all that would be seen was his balls flush against your pussy. he took long, deep, malicious strokes into you, the glass wall threatening to topple over. “look at yourself while i fuck you good, while i stuff my cock right into you.”

your eyes landed on your reflection but you couldn’t help yourself from watching him reduce you to slutty putty. making you feel like such a needy slut for his cock and his hot, thick cum.

“so pretty,” he moaned, throwing his head back. he could feel his orgasm nearing, his body was beginning to falter. “so definitely mine.” 

the perverted reflection of you fucking yourself on his cock while he simultaneously bucked into you had taken you over the edge. your eyes rolled back and your jaws loosened as your body stilled. you let out a hoarse cry as you unfolded, tightly gripping onto him as you became undone, cumming around his cock, your walls squeezing and fluttering around him causing a wave of cum to fill you alongside his thrusts. 

you were so full already that his cum leaked out your pussy in spurts, dripping down your legs and hitting the walls. another wave washed over you, and you could feel so much spurting out of you, spraying the wall and dripping down your bodies. you paused, still feeling sylus rutting his cum into you from behind. 

you squirted. and he had quickly realised it too, from how his pace quickened again. you had felt his cock grow much harder even though he already came.

“fuck, you made such a mess kitten, wanna make you do it again,” he panted, pinching his eyes shut. “gonna fuck you so good, you squirt over and over.”

you still couldn’t understand how he got so hard so quickly but your pussy wasn’t done being fucked just yet. he quickly pulled himself out, his cock slapping against his abdomen still spurting out thick globs of cum. he raised one of your legs over his shoulder and bottomed out deep into you again, with a whole new angle. you both groaned at the feeling, your pussy being stretched by the curve of his depth, creaming and fluttering on it before he could thoroughly fuck you again.

he didn’t waste another second viciously stimulating your clit with his fingers while his cock aggressively drove into you, slapping your skin against his in a quickened rhythm. it didn’t take much before your poor, soaked cunt squeezed you into another orgasm, creaming a white ring around his base. you screamed, feeling a rush of pleasure force out an intense round of your nectar going everywhere onto your abdomen and his, ultimately making you squirt for the second time tonight. 

you felt another gush of cum stuff your pussy as a whimper left sylus’ lips. you couldn’t help but love the fact that he got off just from you squirting. and that got you so much hornier, so needy to do more. but you doubted if your body was capable of handling that. you felt his cock slowly soften as you came down from your highs. he muttered something about wanting to stay inside you a bit longer, and you allowed it, also not wanting to be separated from him being in you just yet. maybe it was the aether cores keeping you attached.

moments passed as you both recovered from your orgasms, resting on each other, whispering praises, and kissed each other in dazed exhaustion. the running water rinsed away most of the cum and slick from your bodies, leaving the rest to be cleaned off once you were both ready.

“that was beautiful,” you murmured as you pulled away from his lips. sylus rested his forehead on yours, still trying to regain his breath. he reached to make the water slightly colder.

“you did so well,” he smiled. “i’m glad i was patient.”

as you began to clean each other up, as exhausted as you were, you felt satisfied. and at peace. sylus was a good ally and companion of yours but from the way things are looking now, you’re more than happy to take things much further.

a/n: I literally started playing lads a few days ago and OMG LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ITS SOO GOOD

[bellysoupset]

Gossip, rumors even.

No emeto or sickness in this one, just Bella and Jonah doing some good old fashioned gossiping.

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It was a rare, sunny day out and Leo was bouncing on his feet like a puppy. Jonah rolled his eyes at his fiancée, watching Leo like a hawk as Luke talked with him.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Bella teased him lightly, sitting down next to Jon on the bleachers and unceremoniously pushing a paper bag of peanuts in his hands. She was wearing a long, flowy black skirt and it covered half of Jonah's leg as she sat down, "did Wen text you?"

"Nope," Jonah fished out a peanut, before pushing the greasy bag back in her hands and turning his attention to where Leo had just joined the field with Luke. Community baseball game.

Leo had bitched and moaned about Jonah joining the team, but it was a commitment he couldn't make. Most of the games were on Wednesday night, this was a rare and sparse one happening on a Saturday.

Besides, why would he want to play when he could just watch Leo prance around in tight white pants?

"She's been super secretive lately," Bella continued to talk, not needing him to participate in the conversation at all, "well, not really, just... Something is different, I can tell."

"It's called paranoia, darling," Jonah rolled his eyes, fishing another peanut from her bag, "Luke's control freak tendencies are rubbing off on you, Wen's fine."

"I know she's fine," Bella wrinkled her nose, offended at the idea she was becoming as overbearing as Lucas was, "but there's something. Ever since she spent that week in Doveport, remember?"

Jonah let out a frustrated sigh as the more serious conversation topic forced him to stop gawking and drooling about Leo, "no, I have no idea-"

"When the hospital suspended her," Bella cleared up, turning on the bleachers to look at him in the eyes. Jonah raised his eyebrows and let out a soft scoff as he noticed how heavy-handed she had gone with her makeup today, sporting black lipstick and a red graphic eyeliner, "ever since she came back, I think something's a little weird."

Jonah fought the urge to dismiss the worries, thinking back on his best friend's behavior lately. Sure, Wendy had been displaying burn out tendencies for a while now, which he had pointed out to her face many times, but yeah, now that Bell mentioned... Something was different.

Not worse, different. He assumed she was taking less classes, because she seemed less exhausted, but at the same time... Now that he thought about it, Jonah was seeing her less than before. Not that Wendy was avoiding him, but she certainly wasn't going out of her way to suggest activities...

And it all circled back to Vince. As it seemed like it always did, it circled back to Vin.

"If that asshole broke her heart again, I'll break his nose-" Jonah decided, causing Bella to let out a surprised snort and raise her eyebrows.

"Geez, and they say I'm the one with a short fuse," she poked at his chest, rolling her eyes, "no, I think Vin and her are fine... More than fine, actually, she's giving honeymoon vibes lately."

Oh?

Jonah frowned, turning back around so he was facing the game and watching just in time to see Leo hit the ball with his bat and start running.

"Honeymoon vibes?" he asked, lowering his voice to the appropriate gossip tone now that they ruled off this being an issue.

"Yeah," Bella leaned against his arm, stuffing her mouth with peanuts, "like, you know when your friends start dating and they kinda drop off the face of the earth? Wendy's sorta like that."

He took a handful of peanuts, munching on them as he watched Leo keep running and then slide down just in time to touch base. Next to him, Bella let out a loud "WOOOOO!" causing Leo's cheeks to turn cherry red and Jonah to snort at his embarrassment.

Sure, him and Leo had been like that. Although in Jon's perspective that had less to do with the fact they had been dating, but with the fact he didn't feel as comfortable with his friends as he did now... But then again, Leo did feel comfortable with Vince and Luke, but he too had been spending all his time with Jonah-

"Well, but it can't be that," Jonah concluded, "because she's not dating anyone new, it's same old Vin, who's a million miles away because he's a prick with a family who loves him."

Bella choked with her coke at his line, wiping the soda off her chin, "you're such a jerk," she giggled, "but yeah, she's not seeing anyone new. Do you think she made a new friend?"

For the first time in a long time, Jonah felt a vicious flash of jealousy. He whipped his head to look at Bella, mouth half open and his cheeks burning, "like a new best friend?"

Bell obviously was able to read it in his face, she was the crazy jealous sort herself after all, and she raised her eyebrows and pressed her lips tightly together, as if trying to not laugh, "no, darling, just some friend."

Ugh.

Jonah scoffed and turned away, mouth suddenly sour. He dropped his peanuts back in the bag, deciding he didn't want to eat after all, "Wendy would tell me. So no, I don't think she found a replacement, she's not Vince."

"Sometimes I do wonder if you and Luke aren't truly brothers, you know?" Bella teased him, "spoken like a true Atwood."

"Shut uuup," Jonah shoved her arm, causing Bella to nearly fall from the bleachers and she snorted, chuckling at his gesture, "can we focus at the issue at hand?"

"Sure, sure, sure," Bella's face was all red with glee or maybe it was just the heat. It was a really sunny day... "are you absolutely certain we can rule out a new friend? She's very friendly, I once watched her befriend a whole group of nuns in New York."

Jonah grinned at the mental image, but shook his head, "she'd have brought it up if she was hanging out with someone so frequently that we noticed."

"And she's definitely not dating anyone new," Bella shrugged, "so what is it?"

Ahead of them, the team switched up, Luke taking the bat now and Leo bouncing on his feet as he put on the gloves to catch the ball. His hair was long enough that Leo had been able to tie it back, in a tiny spiky ponytail. A bunch of strands had escaped and they were framing his face, making Leo look like a prince. A very pissed off prince who probably was dying to shave his head, yeah.

"If it's important she'll tell us," Jonah lied smoothly, making a mental note to grill the living shit out of Wendy. Jealousy or not, he suddenly felt protective of his spot as her confident and didn't think Bell deserved to know before he did.

"Uh-hu," Bella rolled her eyes, "well text me when you force her to tell you. I'm dying to know. My theory is that she's moving to Doveport."

Jon's heart all but stopped in his chest.

"What?" he turned to look at Bella, confused, and the ginger shrugged.

"She's spending all her free time there, she's sorta avoiding us, when we went to the cabin last time she was sooo all over Vince to the point I noticed and I don't notice that shit. And then there's Max."

"Max? Who the hell is- Vince's new friend? What the fuck does that have to do with-"

"Vince and Luke had a whole ass fight about Max last weekend," Bella whispered, lowering her voice and suddenly looking serious, "and you know they don't fight over anything."

"Okay... I don't follow," Jonah felt a prickle of a headache forming. He wanted to text Wendy ASAP, he wanted to shake her. She couldn't fucking dare moving to bumfuck nowhere, no way. What about her career? Her three hundred different cliques? Her apartment, her life-

"I don't either, but Vince told Luke that Max was like. Non-negotiable?"

"Why was Luke negotiating Vince having a friend? That's toxic-"

"Besides the point," Bella waved him off, "all I'm saying is maybe now that Vince has more friends there than just his family and she's there all the time... And she obviously misses Vin a whole lot-"

"Nope," Jonah shook his head, deciding there was absolutely no way, "that's not Wen, she's not gonna move to a tiny town. Welton is already too small for her and we're an hour away from Portland... Nope. There's no fucking way."

"You know her better than I do," Bell nodded, crossing a leg on the bench, boot nearly touching the inside of her thigh, "that's just my theory."

"Well, it's a shit theory," Jonah scoffed and Bella smiled at him, reaching in to push his cheek in a fondly, amused way. Like JD swatting at him.

"Because you don't want her to go-"

"Because it sucks," Jon pushed her hand down, crossing his arms, "and you're wrong."

"I hope so," Bella mumbled, shoving yet another handful of peanuts in her mouth and looking away, suddenly seeming just as upset as Jonah felt.