#idk something about putting his head in a tank just felt

[bloodibambiidoll]

Summary: Life is soooo hard being a spoiled little housewife, sometimes all you need is for Rafe to think for you. 18+MDNI!!

Warnings: Daddy kink!, cockwarming, body worship, dom/sub dynamics, mostly fluff? (Idk being soft is not my strong suit be nice to me) also you can thank @strangerstilinski for putting the image of Rafe playing w your hair while you cockwarm him in my head.

Today was hard. By your standards at least. It felt like every single little thing was going wrong. First your nail tech made your nails too squared off, then your hair appointment got canceled. You went to the mall to try to get the new shoes you’ve been lusting after but they didn’t have your size even though it said they did online. Starbucks made your coffee wrong and to top it all off you stopped at the store to get stuff to bake Rafe cookies and you fucking burned them. It didn’t help that you were about to get your period so you felt extra needy and Rafe wasn’t even here to take care of you because he had to work late.

You feel like a huge baby sitting in the edge of you and Rafe’s plush bed, pouting over such minuscule things. But it isn’t your fault Rafe conditioned you to get whatever you want, whenever you want. Plus you wanted to do something for yourself today, usually he drives you around on maintenance and shopping days but you thought it might be fun to go on your own. Apparently not. So after the commotion with the cookies and the smoke alarm you decided to just sit down and wait for Rafe. He was all you wanted right now. When you hear the front door open your entire body practically perks up, just knowing he was home eased the tension in your body some immediately.

“Baby? Where are you?” Rafe calls out to you as you hear his expensive loafers against the carpet. He rounds the corner into the room and sees you sitting on the bed with your pretty little eyes brimmed with tears and your sparkly glossed lips set into a pout as they wobble. “Hey, sweet girl, what’s going on?”

“Daddy - I -“ your sentence is cut off by a whimper as the tears in your eyes start to stream down your cheeks. He rushes towards you, taking your face in his hands, running his thumbs under your eyes to keep your mascara from staining your face.

“Shhh, it’s okay baby, daddy’s got you, I’m gonna take care of you, okay? C’mere.” He leans down and presses a gentle kiss on your lips before crouching down on one knee so he can take your little pink heels off your feet. He runs the tips of his fingers along your ankles before pressing his lips against the inside of each one. He stands again, taking your hands in his so he can softly pull you to your feet. “My girl just had a long day, huh? Need me to think for you?”

“Mhm.” You let out a sigh as he presses his lips to your shoulder, he pushes the strap of your little tank top down before kissing across your collar bones, his lips touching every inch they can.

“Use your words, Princess.” He mumbles against your skin as he starts to kiss up your neck, leaving soft nibbles and gently sucking on the skin.

“Yes, daddy, need you to take care of me. Don’t wanna think anymore. Please.” You whine.

“Alright, don’t gotta beg, baby. I’ve got you.”

His finger tips caress the skin underneath your shirt as he grabs onto the hem and pulls it over your head. His hand comes around your back to undo your bra and he places wet open mouthed kisses on each of your nipples. Rafe takes his time unzipping your skirt, and pushing it off your hips, his lips grazing over and sucking on any skin they can reach as he undresses you with such tenderness. Once you’re finally bare before him one of his large hands cups your face while the other grips onto your hip, pulling your lips to his.

“Look at you, my perfect girl, so beautiful.” He pulls his shirt over his head and grabs you by the hips as he walks backwards towards the bed, using his grip to maneuver you so that you’re straddling his lap. “What do you want, hmm?”

“Just want you. I don’t know.” You pout up and him and he chuckles slightly, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Alright baby, how about you sit on my cock and just let me hold you for a while, huh? How’s that sound?” He smooths down your hair as he smiles sweetly at you.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” You hum and Rafe wraps one of his thick arms around your hips to maneuver you so that he can use his free hand to pull his pants down enough to free his cock. He’s already hard, it doesn’t take much more than seeing you naked and needy for him to get him going nowadays. Honestly he thinks if you breathed just right he would be rock hard in seconds. He uses his grip on you to line you up with his cock, gently pushing his tip into your entrance.

“You’re always so tight for me, princess. So wet.” Rafe gently thrusts the rest of the way inside of you, pressing your hips flush against his. “There you go baby.”

“Mmm, missed you daddy.” You let out a sigh of relief as wrap your arms around his neck and lean forward, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“Missed you too baby, always miss you.” He kisses the top of your head, massages your scalp, rubs your shoulders, leaving kisses behind his in wake. Rafe runs his hands down your back, gently massaging your muscles. He connects your lips and slowly rolls your tongues together as his hands continue to rub and worship every inch of your body they can reach.

“Love every part of you.” He mumbles against your lips as his kisses travel over to your cheek and down your jaw. “Love this pretty face.” He kisses your nose. “Love this cute little nose.” He runs his nose down your jaw to your neck where he counties to place tender open mouth kisses. “Love this pretty throat.” His kisses travel down your shoulder to your arms. “Your soft skin.” He kisses the back of your hand before gently placing his lips on the pad of each one. “Love your cute hands, all these lil rings you wear and how small they look around my cock.”

“Raaaafey, I love you.” You giggle, causing your walls to constrict around him.

“I love you, angel. If you keep laughing like that I’m gonna have to flip you over and fuck you until you can’t talk though.” He chuckles as his hands find your ass and squeeze the flesh between his fingers. His words make you wiggle in his lap, causing his tip to brush against your sweet spot.

“Mmm… I wouldn’t be against it.” You gently rock your hips against his, looking at up at him with your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Yeah?” You giggle and nod. He smiles widely at you before flipping you onto your back. “You’re fuckin’ in for it.”

[eph3merall]

there's toxic!chris.. but what about toxic!matt ?

this was so stupid. matt was such a fucking bitch! sure, yeah, you know you aren't the only girl he's fucking. but would it kill him to clean up after himself sometimes? you're sitting on the edge of matt's tidied bed—actively ignoring the red lace bra and tropical smelling perfume bottle you found laying around his floor.

he's stalking out of the shower with damp hair, a pair of low hanging sweatpants and a black tank, with his eyes already roaming over you. immediately he can tell something is wrong and he isn't sure if he wants to even pester you about it, knowing he probably won't even get an answer.

"so, like.. you okay?" are the first words you hear from matt as he shifts around to get comfortable on his bed. he rests his head back against his headboard, a pillow supporting his lower back as he crosses his arms across his chest. your back is to him, and you don't answer.

right. he should've seen this coming. just because you're silent at first doesn't make him stop though, because oddly enough the idea of you being upset (you, his favorite hoe) has his mind reeling and stomach churning uncomfortably so he tried to get you to open up.

he's putting both his hands up when you turn around and snap at him, all annoyed. "god, matt, do you ever know when to leave something alone? obviously i'm fine so why can't you just shut the fuck up?!" he hates to admit how beautiful you look and sound right now, brows furrowed in exasperation and lips parted, screwed into a scowl.

"no, y'know what, i'm leaving." he was too busy staring at your lips and your chest that he didn't hear the words leave your mouth for a second before you're suddenly getting up and gathering some of your belongings. matt is up in a second to wrestle you to face him, hands on your shoulders and shaking furiously.

"seriously, what the fuck is wrong? you haven't ever acted like this, like, ever." you're ignoring him, because he was such a douche. yeah, you get that you aren't special to him but sometimes he really was a fucking bitch. call it jealousy.. you weren't dealing with it tonight. "matt— leave me alone." white hot tears are already springing into your eyes out of anger as well, and having matt see you cry seemed embarrassing enough that it encouraged you to twist and squirm yourself from his grasp.

he doesn't get it until he sees your eyes water, and he's confused nonetheless. does he act though? yeah, because he wasn't thinking. his arms are around you in a second, effectively spinning the smaller girl in his arms to his chest. a ringed hand is cradling the back of your head, tangling into strands of hair.

"what's wrong, huh?" he's mumbling into your head and holding you a little too tight for comfort. but matt didn't want you to leave. so when he felt your body go lax in his arms he loosens up a little, enough so to tug you towards his bed where he lets you lay your head on his chest.

he doesn't exactly expect an answer, and he's not surprised when he doesn't get one. his grip is always firm, as if making you sure you don't somehow get up. because oddly enough, he wants you here. not even to fuck, he just wants you like this—cheek pressed against the material of his black tank and your body on top of his.

you're pissed off still. it's mainly the reason you're giving matt the whole silent treatment shit, even if you know it's a little unfair. he's told you multiple times you aren't the only girl he fucks, that you aren't special in any way. (you are though, he thinks you're special but won't ever tell you) you don't get why this is upsetting you, it's not like you seriously have feelings for him, right?

sighh toxic!matt is such a bitch n he makes me wanna punch something but he's one of my favs

not proofread

more smut coming soon !! idk when maybe when i get ideas and finally finish my masterlist ....

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©eph3merall 2024

[moonsgemini]

you’re on your own kid

summary: rafe cameron has loved his best friend through every season, but through the seasons of their senior year things start to get complicated.

warning: she/her, smoking, alcohol, angst, fluff, kissing, cheating ???, drugs, mutual pining, (let me know if I missed any)

wc: 4.7k

an: HIII! I’m really excited for these taylor swift fics bc her songs give me so many ideas. This took a while for me to finish & idk if I like the ending or honestly if I like it at all. I promise seeking arrangements is next on my list to post <3 Hope you guys enjoy !!!

rafe's version masterlist - masterlist

I wait patiently

he’s gonna notice me

it’s okay we’re the best of friends

-

summer

Of course when he walks in the party instantly feels like an actual party. It hadn’t been much of a party to her especially not with him around. These things got boring fast if he wasn’t by her side making her laugh and talking about anything and everything. Not having to worry about sleazy guys coming up to her or putting something in her drink because he always by her side. Always looking out.

Everybody loves him anyways. The way he carried himself charmed everyone, made them always want to have his attention. Sunglasses perched on his nose, even though it’s eleven at night, that big smile on his face. He’s bobbing his head to the music and greeting everyone, she can tell he’s in a good mood tonight. It puts her in a good mood, her fingers itching to greet him already.

When he finally reaches where she’s standing with a few of her friends he smiles even wider at her. Greeting everyone but always just looking at her. Moving to push his glasses up onto his head. She couldn’t help the smile that tuged at her lips as he side hugs her friends knowing that’s not what she’s going to get.

And she’s right, once he gets to her it’s all outstretched arms and gentle rocking as he hugs her tightly. She’s been away at her grandparents house in florida for the last week of summer. They had missed each other. Face times and text messages just didn’t feel like enough.

“You’re finally back,” He said once they pulled away.

She rolled her eyes playfully a teasing smile on her lips, “Were you counting down the days Cameron?”

He shrugged, “Maybe, I know you were.” That grin never leaving his lips.

“Now come on,” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders beginning to lead her to the kitchen of whoever’s house this was, “I need a drink and you need to tell me about Florida.”

“I already told you everything every day Rafe. Just sat out by the pool or on the beach,” She motioned towards her body, “got some new clothes.”

He raised his eyebrows eyeing her body, “Some very tiny clothes,” His eyes took in her mini skirt and tank top all the exposed skin doing something to him, “Any guys out there?” He didn’t look at her as he asked. Instead he grabbed a beer out of the fridge, cracking it open with his back to her.

She scoffed, “Florida boys? No thanks.”

He turned around smirking, “So just North Carolina boys for you?”

There was a look in his eyes that she couldn’t quite read. Every now and then he’d give it to her and her mind would spiral on what he could be thinking. She always hoped it was the same thing she was, “Mhmm only North Carolina boys.”

-

I hear it in your voice

You're smoking with your boys

I touch my phone as if it's your face

I didn't choose this town

I dream of getting out

There's just one who could make me stay

-

fall

Everything had felt boring lately. After the summer and after the start of senior year she felt like the parties in outer banks were a waste of time. It was always the same people doing the same things. Kids too young to know what’s good for them and too young to care about the consequences of their actions. Not a care in the world knowing mommy or daddy would get you out of whatever stupid decision you made.

She’d spent most of her high school career pretending to like parties and drinking. Even tried coke once but it made her feel like her brain was rotting so never again. When in reality she’d rather be home smoking on her balcony reading a good book or hanging out with her close friends around a bonfire. It was exhausting always having to put up a front that she was this social party girl.

It took her a long time to come to the realization that she didn’t have to be what people thought of her. On figure eight it felt like everyone knew your business and everyone thought they knew you. They start seeing you at parties talking to Rafe Cameron and all of a sudden you’re some party girl with a drug problem. Once people found out Rafe quit doing coke and dealing she just became the party girl. Kook prince and kook princess always stuck to each others sides, of course she was going go gain a reputation.

Once she realized that people are going to talk regardless what she did so she stopped caring. Started staying home more. Rafe kind of hated it. Because she wasn’t there anymore. But he made it work with their busy senior schedules. Always saying he can make time for his best friend. That’s what she was. His best friend.

best friend.

Even saying it in her head made her cringe. If only he knew that she wanted something more so badly. At first she didn’t even see him that way, he truly was a great friend. He listened to all her rants about music, school, books. Rafe paid attention, he was soft with her. She didn’t understand why people always said bad things about him because he never showed those sides to her.

She sighed thinking about him, sitting on her balcony. The thought of him was brought on by everyone’s instagram stories of the party currently happening. She had opted for one of those smoke on the balcony with a good show or book nights.

As she scrolled through her phone more it began to vibrate. Rafe’s contact popping up on the top of the screen. A warm feeling spread through her stomach, maybe it was just because of the weed. She pressed the green button and brought the phone up to her ear. Admiring the little picture of him first, it was one she took right before she had left for florida. He was holding up their friends dog with a big smile on his face.

“Hello?”

“Heyyy,” A raspy voice said on the other line. Immediately she knew he had been smoking as well, probably with all the guys outside. He could even still be passing the joint around. He could also be smoking a cigarette outside after he’s gotten a buzz, it was his favorite thing to do after a few beers.

She put the laptop that was resting on her to the side, bringing her knees up to her chest. Leaning her head to the side on her knees she smiled softly, “Hi Rafe, you rang?”

He can hear her smile. Rafe knows her like the back of his hand.

“I did, what are you up to?” He knows exactly what she’s doing tonight even though she didn’t even tell him.

The wide grin on her lips dulling slightly, “Uh just looking at some schools in california, also watching new girl.”

“Still wanna leave this place huh?”

She let out a breathy laugh picking at the thread on her bench, “You know me too well.”

“Of course I do. I’m coming over,” She could hear him walking on gravel.

“My parents are asleep Rafe,” It was almost one in the morning and her parents had some golf charity event early in the morning.

He laughed amused, “Okay? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s supposed to mean you have to climb up to my room on the second floor or stay at that party,” Her tone was stern not wanting him to get her in trouble but also praying he’ll come and not wake them.

“Hey I gotta convince you to stay close to me after high school so you brought this on yourself,” He was walking to her house. She didn’t live too far from where this party was and he didn’t want to drive after smoking and drinking. At his words her hand tightened around her phone closing her eyes for a second imagining he was there saying that to her but in a different context.

Rafe didn’t have to do anything to convince her. He was the only one who kept her here. It was why she was still mulling over the idea of leaving the outer banks.

“You better at least be bringing a joint for us,” She sighed feeling giddy about him coming over. He always made her feel like a school girl with a big crush on the cutest boy in school.

“Already had one with your name on it babe,” He always threw that word around like it meant nothing. It meant everything to her.

They bid their goodbyes as Rafe was a few houses away. Less than ten minutes later she heard rustling under her. Rafe was climbing the tree by her room. He stepped onto the ledge before getting hoping down.

“Rafe,” She shushed him harshly hoping her dad didn’t hear. His heavy feet landing with a thud.

He looked at her with a smirk, “oops.” He shrugged not really caring if he was loud. Grabbing her legs that were laid out on the bench and sat down placing them on top. One hand on her shin and the other right above her knee.

He leaned his head back looking at her. That contagious grin on his face his eyes hooded and a bit red from his night out, “So ms. I wanna run away. What’s this thing you’re trying to escape,”

She sighed leaning back, “Dunno. I guess everything. I want to start somewhere new, it’s hard when people think they know everything about you.”

He let out a short laugh, “Yeah tell me about it. Maybe we should escape together, I think you’re the only person who doesn’t see a douche bag when they look at me.”

Her heart burst. If they were in a cartoon there’d be hearts swirling around her head and violins playing.

She shook her head smiling, “No one sees you as a douche bag,” She smirked, “anymore.”

“It doesn’t matter because the family company will be mine after college and people will see that I’m more than just a pretty face with a bad attitude,” He smirked.

“You are a pretty face with a bad attitude,” She agreed before holding her hand out, “Also you have something for me no?”

He patted her legs, “How could I ever think you forgot.”

They smoked and talked all night. She put on a movie on her laptop but it was more of background noise. At almost four in the morning she started to drift off to sleep and soon she was asleep on Rafe’s lap. She just felt so comfortable and warm with his hand rubbing circles on her shoulder.

He carried her to her bed and tucked her in because he knew she got cold easily. He sat next to her on the bed and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. A small smile on his face, these were the nights he cherished with her. When the world felt so quiet that it seemed like they were the only people existing. No interruptions from their friends or their parents.

Just him and his girl.

-

I search the party of better bodies

Just to learn that you never cared

-

winter

She pushed through the crowd of people while scanning the room for the 6’2 man she was meeting. It was the first party she had come to since summer and she was only there because he had begged her to come. It was a christmas sweater party so she had on a red sweater with kittens playing with presents. She had gotten it with Rafe a week ago at a vintage store, it was the whole reason he even brought up this party. Telling her it’d be the perfect place to wear it to.

Spotting her friend Emma she went up to her, “Hey have you seen Rafe? he hasn’t been answering me.”

“I swear I saw him going to the bathroom like a few minutes ago,” She pointed towards the hallway.

“Thanks,” She waved and walked towards the hall.

It was much quieter in this part of the house. She’d never been here before so she didn’t know where the bathroom was. There was a door on her right and left and one straight ahead. She decided to check them all. She opened the door on the left and it was just a closet with towels. The door on her right was the bathroom. She was confused because wasn’t he supposed to be there.

She turned towards the last door and saw some light coming from under. She had a gut feeling this wasn’t going to be good. Slowly she walked towards the door and opened it just like ripping a band aid off and

ouch.

Rafe on top of Taylor Thompson. His hand under her sweater and his lips on her. Taylor’s hands in his hair. At the sound of the door opening Rafe turned around and the girl under him sat up to look.

“Shit,” He muttered feeling his heart sink.

She stood there in complete shock for a second before speaking, “Sorry to interrupt.” She slammed the door closed. Holding back her tears until she was in her car alone. Her feet knowing where to take her as her mind was elsewhere. Why would he do that? The last few months had felt different to her. It felt like there was a possibility of something more.

It felt like he literally ripped her heart out and shoved out down Taylor Thompson’s throat. That blonde bi-

“Y/n! Wait!” Rafe called as he chased after her.

She ignored him not really wanting to see him until she got her emotions in order. Now it was clear he wanted nothing to do with her and never cared about her, at least not in the say way. She didn’t want him to see her cry over him, it felt pathetic. They were outside now she had finally reached her car. Clicking the buttons to unlock it furiously.

“Stop!” Rafe said as he jogged to push her car door closed before she opened it all the way.

“What!” She yelled turning around to him. A look of anger in her eyes.

He took a step back seeing how upset she actually was, “I-It’s not what it looks like.”

She rolled her eyes, “I don’t care Rafe.” Crossing her arms defensively.

He furrowed his brows, “Then why are you leaving?”

“Because I can.”

“Y/n-“

“Rafe! I don’t want to third wheel all night so go fuck Taylor Thompson like you want, I don’t give a shit.” She seethed, tears pricking at her eyes.

He shook his head, “I don’t want to fuck her.”

“Then why were you kissing her?”

“I thought you didn’t care,” Now he was getting mad for some reason.

“Fuck you Rafe.”

He laughed bitterly, “Tell me why it bothered you so much.”

She scoffed confused, “What?”

“Why did me kissing her bother you?”

“Because it didn’t bother you. You just didn’t care,”

“About what?” He took a step closer. He was trying to get her to say it. To say that she cared because she liked him.

He knows he fucked up but after her reaction he realized that he had convinced himself she didn’t care when she did. Then he may have taken a few shots and gone into the guest room to breathe and call her. But then Taylor Thompson came in right when the tequila was kicking in and things got blurry. She was on him and he didn’t stop it and she tugged him on the bed and he just couldn’t move or stop. He also couldn’t stop thinking about y/n as it was all happening, wishing it was her.

“About me,” She sighed looking down voice so small.

“I care about you.”

She looked up at him with a frown. She sighed frustrated being able to hold her tears anymore as a few slipped down her cheeks, “No you don’t. If you did you wouldn’t have kissed her.”

She turned around quickly opening her car door and getting in. Rafe got what he wanted, to hear her say it. But maybe he fucked up so bad he can’t fix it. He steps back as her car starts and watches her drive away.

She can barely see between her tears as she drives home. She felt dumb. She felt like he was using her to make his ego bigger. Why did he have to ruin it? The one person who kept her tied to where she is had betrayed her the most. She knew he didn’t owe her any loyalty but she couldn’t help the way she felt.

-

I picked the petals, he loves me not

Something different bloomed

Writing in my room

-

spring

Three and a half months.

It’d been three and a half months of Rafe and her not talking.

After she left the party she promised herself she would never speak to him again. He hurt her and she couldn’t believe she’d let it happen. Feeling dumb for feeling the way she does towards him. How could she have let herself fall for him so much?

He had called and texted her relentlessly at first. Even tried to go up to her in school but she’d quickly turn and walk away from him. After a month of trying to get her to talk to him he gave up. He fucked it up more than he thought. Rafe gave her the space she wanted but he’d always be there in the background if she needs him.

Y/n couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t take him always looking at her with those eyes. Couldn’t take all the time she was spending alone. She thought she liked being alone and spending time alone but she also liked all the time she spent with him. He made her feel so care free and light. The anxiety that was constantly bubbling in her stomach would diminish around him because she didn’t have to pretend to be someone she’s not.

But enough was enough.

Ever since middle school she had kept a diary. A few stacks of books tucked away in the back of her closet hid her deepest feelings and every detail about her life. The current one she had been filling was almost full and the last quarter of the notebook was all Rafe. Well to be honest he was in all of them, and not in a weird way. He was just always there, they were always together.

But now that they didn’t spend time together her pages consisted of rants of her boring school days and writing different scenarios she had wished happened that night instead of what did. She had ranted about how he made her feel and how she felt seeing him on some other girl. A girl that wasn’t her. It should have been her.

After everything they had done together how could he not see her in the way she sees him? Maybe he did live up to his cold hearted reputation. Even though he had never done anything wrong before. She actually can’t remember the last time she saw him hook up with anyone. Not since the beginning of junior year and back then he was fully in his coke addiction. She remembers that night like it was yesterday.

They had become friends around that time the year before. Summer before sophomore year they met at midsummers when she caught him and his friends in the storage closet drinking from a bottle of vodka. Y/n told them she wouldn’t say anything if they let her have some. Rafe immediately liked her, she knew what she wanted and she got it.

Now it was a year later and he can feel her eyes on him as he kissed some rich touron. He was high out of his mind and he just wanted to make y/n jealous. But it didn’t work, the look he had caught from her as he trailed behind the redhead he just met was one more of disappointment. He felt his heart clench at the feeling. After that night he decided to get clean and stop the hard drugs because he hated that look.

She couldn’t take it anymore, keeping all of her feelings on sheets of paper. She needed to find him and yell at or just do something. He has confused her for years now and she was sick of it. Especially now that Rafe and her were closer than ever. All her pent of feelings seeped through as she sighed exasperatedly, putting her pen that had been furiously writing down. Slamming it on the desk as she harshly pushed herself up from her desk.

With anger she had stormed out of the house and driven to his. Her sneakers stomping on the ground as she marched towards him. Every one of their memories together flashing through her head.

She had spotted him on the dock and was b lining towards him. Rafe’s head turned as he heard her stomping towards him. His stomach flipped when his eyes landed on y/n, he had really missed seeing her around. Especially at his house. He propped his sunglasses up on his head and hopped back onto the dock. He had been getting the boat ready for a solo boat day to clear his head.

“Y/n?” He asked in disbelief.

“You!” She pointed at him and stopping once her finger was poking his chest, “Why are you the way you are!” Her finger jabbing into his chest with every word.

He watched as her chest rose and fell quickly. He had never really seen her mad before, something he always admired. But now seeing her with furrowed brows and steam practically coming out of her ears, he kind of liked it. Rafe knows he shouldn’t be thinking about how cute she looks and instead be getting on his knees begging for forgiveness.

He had really missed seeing her up close. Missed how dark her lashes were and how glossy her plump lips always were. He counted all her freckles to make sure she didn’t get any new ones while they were away from each other. Her hair was in a style he hadn’t seen on her before.

“Well hi to you too,” He smirked. He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t help use the charm he knew she loved.

She placed her palms on his chest and shoved him, barely making him move. Y/n began ranting, “For the last fucking four years you have been my best friend and you’ve been so confusing! Everything was fine at first but-but then you were always there for me whenever. And you always fucking listened to me. And you’re so funny. I started to feel different and then I saw you at that fucking party,” She glared at him, the image of him on that girl making her nauseous, “And then you changed. You don’t hook up with anyone and you don’t leave my side at parties,” she laughed sarcastically, “You even fucking call me babe sometimes. So I though oh maybe he feels different too then again I saw you on some fucking girl. And you chase after me so Rafe what the fuck do you want from me? Has this all just been bullshit to you? Am I just some fucking girl you get to flirt with to get your weird little fix until you find someone you actually want to be with?”

He rolled his eyes almost offended, “You know you’re not just some girl.”

She scoffed with wide eyes, “That’s all you took away from that. What else am I supposed to think? You make me feel special for years and I just wait and wait. Then when I think things are finally happening you go and kiss some girl.”

“Y/n-“

“Who fucking knows what would have happened if I hadn’t walked in.”

“Can I-“

“I know you would have fucked her and then came home to me to talk about your problems like I’m some wife in the 50s.”

“You-“

“You kill me Rafe.”

“Stop!” He practically shouted as he placed his hands on her shoulders. She closed her mouth and stared at him intensely.

“I was afraid you didn’t feel the same so I kept my feelings down. I’ve liked you since the moment I met you. But I was fucked up then so I didn’t act like it until I saw how much I hurt you. I changed for you and-and then I just got scared. You are someone so beyond me, you are like the nicest smartest most beautiful person. Why the fuck would you want me?” He laughed like it was obvious, “And we’re such good friends it was terrifying to think about how if I fucked it up I wouldn’t have you at all. No one’s ever actually tried to get to know me the way you have. And then I did fuck it up again,” he sighed scratching the back of his neck, “I shouldn’t have let her kiss me that night. I should have found you and told you what I’ve been feeling since I met you. That I love you so much it actually hurts. And it’s hurt me knowing I made you upset.”

“Rafe,” She sighed as her eyes softened. This was not going at all how she expected things to go.

“I get I fucked it up, so if you still never want to see me again that’s fine. But please give me a chance,” He was actually contemplating getting on his knees to beg.

“You’re such a big dumby. You’ve always had a chance. You mean so much to me. Rafe the only reason I haven’t applied to out of state schools is because I want to be with you. Even if it was just as friends,” She sighed feeling like a weight had been lifter off of her shoulders. A part of her still wanted to punch him.

He took a step closer lifting his hand and softly brushing his fingers across her cheek as he cupped her face, “Will you please go out with me? Because I am so in love with you.”

She leaned up towards him. Their noses now brushing, “I love you,”

He smiled as he pulled her towards him, their lips meeting. The kiss felt like every taylor swift love song playing at once. All the yearning felt worth it in that moments. Their lips moved against each other languidly, like they’ve always been doing this. Rafe’s hands moved to her waist, gripping in all the right places.

Y/n’s hand ran through his hair tugging when his hands reached lower giving her butt a squeeze.Rafe melted at her soft sighs and quiet moans as he trailed kisses down to her neck. Kissing behind her ear. He kissed her cheek as he faced her again. Her hazy eyes and swollen lips made his blood flow to a certain lower part of his body.

“Rafe, this doesn’t mean I’m not still kinda mad at you. You have a lot of making up to do,” She smiled innocently at him.

“Baby I’ll give you whatever you want. In fact, let’s go shopping now for our date tonight,” He kissed her one more time before moving to hold her hand dragging her towards his car.

She laughed as she trailed behind him knowing that one shopping trip wasn’t going to make it better. He owed her big time.

“It also doesn’t mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend because you haven’t asked me,” She smiled smugly at him as he opened the door to his truck for her.

“I guess I have my work cut out for me then,” He said leaning against the frame of door once she had sat down.

“you do.”

He leaned up and kissed her softly, “Anything for you baby.”

[runningincircl3s]

Sinematic

Vinny Mauro x Reader

Chapter 11

chapter warnings: oh... there's smut... (nsfw mdni!!) (also reminder i can't proof read my own smut because it feels weird idk why lmao)

i'm still having new ideas for this story and changing things up all over the place, so i'm hoping this is okay cos there wasn't actually supposed to be smut until a later chapter but i kinda thought it would work at the end of this hehe :)

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You barely slept. 

All you could think about all night was how his hands felt, how warm his mouth was, how he touched you. But what played on your mind the most, was the words he whispered, the quiet confessions it felt like you weren’t supposed to hear. 

You played it over and over in your mind, trying to make it make sense, but it didn’t. He touched you and kissed you like he wanted you, like he felt the same as you, but then he pulled back as if he realised what he was doing was wrong, like he didn’t really want it. 

But you didn’t know Vin was also lying awake, also staring at the ceiling all night. 

His mind wouldn’t switch off. He felt like he did something wrong, you never gave him permission to touch you the way he did, but you didn’t push him away either. He knew if you weren’t comfortable, you would’ve said something, but that wasn’t the point. He fucked up, and he needed to apologise. As much as he wished it could be more, he didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had barely managed to salvage. 

But then he thought about the way you kissed him back, how right it felt, how you slid your hands behind his neck, fingers running through his hair. 

Eventually, you both fell asleep, with the thought of each other on your minds. 

The next morning, you woke up pretty early. You didn’t bother to make your bed or open the blinds, but made your way downstairs in hopes to make breakfast and get out of the way before Vin wakes up. Your hair was a mess from tossing and turning all night, it had been hot so you slept in a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a tank top with no bra, so you prayed you’d avoid him. You just wanted to make some toast and a coffee and be on your way.

But just as you reach the bottom of the stairs, you can hear him already. 

You walk in to see him getting a glass of water. Shirtless. Damp curls. Clearly fresh out the shower. He glanced over his shoulder when he heard your footsteps. 

“Morning.” He says all too casually, as if he didn’t have his hands and mouth all over you last night. 

“Morning.” You put on a smile, reaching for the bread. 

“You making breakfast?”

“Just some toast.” You answer with a shrug. 

“Can you make me some too?” He asks like he always does. Like it meant nothing last night. Like he wasn’t messing with your sanity. 

You force a small nod, biting your cheek to keep yourself from blurting out what the hell were you playing at last night? Instead, you take out four slices of bread and pop them into the toaster. 

You stand in silence for a moment, he was occupied with something on his phone, and your mind was still in overdrive, wondering why the fuck you chose to move in with him. 

Eventually, you pass him his breakfast, but you don’t sit with him. You pick up your plate and turn. 

“I’m gonna eat in my room.” 

He pauses mid bite. 

“Why?”

“I just… Have a lot to do.” 

“Okay,” he doesn’t question it, “Don’t forget AJ and Emil are coming over later, there’s a new game out that we want to play so I’m downloading it right now.” 

“Cool.” You say, “I’ll uh… Make sure I’m out of the way.” 

His head jerks up. 

“Why?” He asks, almost sounding hurt, “I wanted you to hang out with us, why would you hide away?”

You press your lips together, your heart thudding loud in your ears. Before you can find a reason that sounds believable, he sets down his toast.

“Is this about last night?”

His voice is lower now, more careful. Like he’s scared of your answer.

“I’m sorry,” he continues. “I thought… I thought if you didn’t want it, you’d say something. I didn’t mean to cross a line. I didn’t even ask before I touched you, and- fuck.” He rubs a hand over his face. “I fucked up.”

You felt your heart sink.

That’s not what happened. Not even close. But before you can say anything, he speaks again.

“I know you just want to be friends. So do I. I swear. It’s just… sometimes I…”

“You what?”

He hesitates for a moment, but falters, shakes his head and sighs.

“Forget it,” he mutters. “Your toast’s gonna get cold.”

…

You spent the majority of the day in your bedroom, more confused than ever. Did he regret what he did last night? You should’ve told him you wanted it, you wanted more, but the words wouldn’t come out. 

You lied back on your bed, the small TV in the corner of the room playing a show you put on for background noise as you scrolled on your phone. 

Then Angela’s name popped up on your phone. 

Angel💗: HE DID WHAT?????

You forgot you texted her in a panic last night after everything happened. You had guessed she had now only just woken up, and only moments later she started to call. 

“Hi.” You smiled as you answered the phone. 

“What the fuck is he playing at? Girl, I told you not to move in with him-“

“Look, it was just…” You didn’t know how to finish that. 

“Talk me through it. Tell me exactly what happened. Don’t spare the details!” 

You sighed, hesitating for a moment before nodding- though she couldn’t see it. 

“I went out last night with Ciaran. When I came home he was waiting up for me, we talked for a bit, then I went to bed. I couldn’t reach the zipper on my top so the only option was to ask him for help, when I knocked on his door I heard these sounds… Like he was…”

“Jacking off?” 

“Ang!” 

You both laughed, but then when it died down, you sighed. 

“Anyways, I knocked again and he stopped, he opened the door and then… he helped me. And I don’t know why but I told him I kissed Ciaran, I told him I didn’t feel anything, and then he kissed me. It got pretty heated, his hands and mouth moved lower and-”

“He played with your tits?”

“Angela!” You groaned, feeling your cheeks heat up, remembering exactly how it felt. 

“So… If you didn’t feel anything with Ciaran, how did it feel with Vin?”

“I don’t know. I wish I could say I didn’t feel anything, but that’s a lie. It just felt so right, I didn’t want to stop.”

“So… You still want him?”

“I don’t think I ever stopped. It’s taken me a while to realise what I want, and it is him, Ang.” 

Knock knock

“Uh, y/n? The guys are here.” Vin’s voice called from the other side of your bedroom door. 

“Two seconds!” You called back, apologising to Ang, saying that you have to go. 

“Just tell him the truth, let him know how you feel before it’s too late.” 

You end the call and get up from your bed, opening the door and seeing Vin stood at the other side, an unsure look on his face.

You follow him down the stairs and greet the guys.

…

“So, is y/n joining us?” AJ asked, sighing as he collapsed onto the couch. 

Vinny nodded, looking over at the stairs as if you’d just appear. 

“I’ll uh, go and tell her you’re here.” 

“Is everything okay, man?” Emil asked, “You’ve been a little off since we got here.” 

“Yeah,” Vin said, too quickly for it to sound believable, “I’m just under a lot of stress right now, with the tour coming up soon...” 

“Fuck, yeah that’s next month.” Emil groaned, “Is y/n coming with us?”

“Why would she?” Vin asked. 

“C’mon, man. The two of you, it’s obvious.”

“She’s seeing someone, actually. This guy called Ciaran.”

“What?!” Emil gasped, and Vin nodded, not saying another word before turning to the stairs, making his way up to your room. 

He could hear the muffled sound of talking, he assumed it was coming from your TV at first, but as he got closer he recognised your voice. 

“It’s taken me a while to realise what I want, and it is him, Ang.”

Vin felt his whole body freeze, his heart stopping momentarily in his chest. 

You were talking about Ciaran. You had to be talking about Ciaran. 

Still, he knocked on your door. 

Knock knock knock.

“Uh, y/n? The guys are here.”

…

You’d be lying if you said the game wasn’t fun. For hours, the four of you switched between the two controls, each having a go.  It almost felt normal. Easy. Like you and Vin were really just friends. Like last night never happened.

But every time your knees bumped, or he leaned across you for the controls, that tension came creeping back. You knew he felt it too, in the way his laugh always faltered a second too late when your skin touched, and how his face went red. 

It was around eight when the storm started. A distant rumble at first, soft enough to ignore. But by the time the rain began pelting the windows and the thunder came, even AJ flinched.

“Well, I guess that’s our cue.” He said, pushing himself off the couch.

“Yeah,” Emil added, eyeing the windows. “Before we get stuck here or something. That wind is crazy.”

You got up to walk them out, thanking them for coming, doing your best not to watch Vin out of the corner of your eye, the way he lingered behind you, the way he scratched the back of his neck like he had more to say but didn’t know how to say it.

The door slammed shut behind them with a gust of wind, rattling the whole house.

Then the lights flickered.

Then everything went black.

“Oh, shit.” Vin muttered from beside you.

You reached out instinctively, grabbing his arm in the dark as another clap of thunder echoed in the sky. 

“Power’s out.” He confirmed, already moving to check the switches. You could barely see a thing, only catching outlines and shadows whenever lightning flashed outside the window.

“Is it just us?” You asked, voice a little shaky as you followed him.

“No idea. Could be the whole block.” He paused. “You okay?”

“Yeah…” You said, sounding very convincing.

“C’mon, I’ve got a flashlight in the kitchen somewhere.”

“Which way is the kitchen?” You asked, since you were in pitch black darkness. Not a single light anywhere to be seen, and you had both left your phones by the couch. 

“Uh… This way?”

“Which way?” 

He reaches out, his hand brushing your arm as he tries to reach for your hand to guide you along with him. You finally found his hand, and he squeezed it lightly. 

“Okay, kitchen’s this way… I think.”

“I’m placing bets right now that we end up falling into the basement.”

“Hmm, yeah I’ll take that bet.”

He led the way, confidently for about three seconds before he rammed his shin into something solid.

“Shit!” he hissed, hopping in place. “Okay there’s a chair there.”

You tried not to laugh. 

“You good?”

“No.”

As you crept behind him, he muttered warnings. 

“Watch out, I just stubbed my toe on the box there.”

You carefully followed as he guided you around it.

“Wow. Chivalry’s not dead.”

“I suffer so you don’t have to.” He smirked, though it was too dark for you to see. 

After a few more bruises and one dramatic bump into the doorframe, Vin finally declared his victory with a quack. 

“What the hell was th-”

“Got it!” He announced, flicking on a tiny flashlight.

It was shaped like a rubber duck.

You stared at its dim, yellow glow. 

“No way.”

“What? It works.”

“It’s a duck.”

“And it quacks.” He added proudly, squeezing it.

Quack.

You were pretty sure you’d never laugh harder in your life.

“Why do you even have this?”

“I bought it at a gas station, thought it looked kinda cool.”

“Of course you did.”

Still giggling, you followed him back to the living room, where the flashlight cast a weird, dim yellow light across the walls. 

You both collapsed down onto the couch, and sighed. 

“So… now what?” You asked.

He looked around, then down at the duck in his hand before placing it on the table.

“Dunno.”

You both sat in silence for a moment, staring at the rubber duck light now proudly perched on the coffee table, glowing pathetically. 

“I feel like we’re about to tell ghost stories.” You said, tucking your legs under yourself.

Vin leaned back, arms folded behind his head. 

“You ever heard Rick talk about this place is haunted? I’m a pro at ghost stories.”

You snorted. 

“Yeah I’ve heard, is Sally still around?”

“Nah, I think I’ve scared her off now.”

The room fell quiet again, besides the occasional thunder rumbling outside. You rubbed your arms, trying to fight off the chill seeping into your skin now that you weren’t moving.

Vin glanced at you, noticed the way your shoulders curled in. 

“You cold?”

“No, I’m okay.” You lied, though your teeth nearly betrayed you.

Without another word, he shifted closer and threw an arm around your shoulders. His body was so warm, annoyingly so. He had always been a human furnace. 

You leaned into him without thinking. It just felt… nice.

Then you remembered your phone. You reached out blindly, thinking your arm stretched over Vin’s lap, hand skimming over something…

Something that most definitely was not your phone.

It was warm. Firm. And you felt it twitch under your touch. 

Vin inhaled sharply through his teeth.

“Oh my god,” you blurted, yanking your hand back like it was on fire, leaning away from Vin as far as possible. “I thought that was- shit… I was just looking for my phone!”

He blinked, then looked down, then back up at you. Slowly, a grin crept across his face.

“If your phone’s that big, I have a lot of questions.”

“Vinny!” You groaned, wanting the couch to swallow you whole. 

“Look, I’m not saying I minded-”

“Vin!”

He held up his hands in surrender, still smirking. 

“Okay, okay! It was an accident!”

You groaned, dragging your hands over your face.

“Can we just forget this ever happened?”

Vinny snorted. 

“You touched my dick.”

“Yeah, and you touched my tits last night, so… I guess now we’re even.”

The words slipped out too easily, and you instantly regretted them. The air shifted. His expression changed.

“That wasn’t an accident,” he said, his voice lower now. “And I apologised.”

You turned toward him slowly, your breath catching when you saw the look on his face. Serious. Not teasing. Not smug.

“...And I never said I didn’t like it, Vin.” You admitted.

That surprised him. His brows lifted just a little, then his eyes searched yours like he was making sure he heard you right.

You hesitated, then added.

“I didn’t pull away because I didn’t want you to stop.”

The silence stretched between yiu, the only sound the storm outside and the occasional stupid soft quack from the duck light every few minutes.

Vinny shifted a little.

“Really?” He asked.

You nodded, heart thudding as you moved a little closer and leaned in, close enough to feel his breath.

"I liked it... It felt good..." You said, your voice hardly above a whisper.

Your hand found his thigh, fingertips just resting there, maybe a little too high to just be casual. You glanced up at him again, testing the waters.

“Friends can… make each other feel good, right?”

Vin blinked, but his lips curled at the edges. 

“Yeah. For sure.”

He scratched the back of his neck like he was pretending to think it through… classic stalling.

“Also,” he added, too casually for the words that were about to follow, “Friends can totally have sex to keep warm. Like, scientifically speaking. It’s basic survival.”

“Oh, for sure, I like your thinking.” You grinned. “I mean, body heat is important. You wouldn’t want me to die or anything.”

“Definitely not. That would make me a really bad friend.”

He was leaning in now, his arm slowly sliding behind you again, hand resting at your lower back.

“I’d… just be doing my part.” He said, his voice a little rougher now.

“Yeah?” You whispered.

“Yeah.”

You didn’t move right away. Neither of you did.

It was that limbo, the moment before everything tipped over and became too much to turn back. It gave you both time to pull away if you wanted, before a line got crossed you couldn’t uncross.

Your nose bumped his, your fingers dragging slightly higher up his leg, and suddenly his hand was on your jaw, pulling you into him like he’d finally made up his mind.

The kiss was slow, and hot, like he was savouring the feeling. Your lips moved with purpose this time, nothing hesitant or clumsy. It was soft and rough all at once.

You slid your body into his lap effortlessly, like you belonged there, your cold fingers slid under his shirt as he groaned quietly into your mouth.

“Still cold?” He murmured against your lips.

You nodded, breathless. 

“Freezing.”

“Guess we just have to keep going, then.”

His warm arms wrapped around you, thumb rubbing over your spine as he kissed you. You straddled him, thighs on either side of his, your chest against his, your breath catching when you felt how hard he already was beneath you.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about last night,” you admitted quietly, your voice shaky. “The way you touched me.”

His hand slid under your shirt, warm against your bare skin. 

“Yeah? You liked that?”

You nodded, a little breathless. 

“Uh-huh. A lot.”

Vinny tilted his head, eyes locked on yours. 

“Yeah?” His palm smoothed up your ribs, not quite touching your breasts yet, but close enough to make your whole body ache. “What did you like the most?”

You squirmed in his lap. 

“Your hands. Your mouth. The way you took your time.”

“I was trying to behave,” he said, voice dark. “I didn’t think I’d ever get to do it again.”

"You can do it whenever you want."

His hands moved higher, sliding under your bra now, thumbing over your nipples until they were hard, stiff and sensitive. You let out a soft moan, your back arching into him.

Vinny leaned in, kissing down your neck, slow and deliberate. 

“Still cold?”

You nodded your head.

"Guess I gotta try harder then."

He peeled your shirt off, and then lost his own, eyes never leaving yours as tugged your bra down a little until your breasts spilled free. His hands cupped you, thumbs flicking over your nipples, and then his mouth was there again, hot, wet, slow, licking and sucking until your legs started to tremble.

You ground against him without meaning to, seeking friction, gasping when you felt his cock pressing through his sweats against your core.

“God, Vin…”

“You like that?” He murmured against your skin.

You nodded, your fingers tangling into his hair as he dragged his mouth back up your chest, kissing your throat, your jaw, your lips again. His hands never stopped moving, roaming your back, your waist, slipping down to your hips and beneath the waistband of your shorts.

“Can I?”

“Please.” You nodded frantically. 

He slid his hand between your legs, and you sucked in a breath when his fingers brushed your soaked panties.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice nearly wrecked. “You’re so wet already.”

“Touch me, please, Vin.” You begged, your hips shifting instinctively.

He did, slow, teasing strokes over your panties that made your thighs tremble. Then he slipped them to the side, finally sliding two fingers along your folds, groaning at the feeling.

“Jesus… I forgot how good you feel… How warm and soft…” His voice trailed off as his lips found your jaw. 

You moaned as he rubbed small, tight circles over your clit, his mouth never far from your skin, kissing your chest, your shoulder, your throat, letting you fall apart slowly.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Just like that. Let me take care of you… Let me warm you up.”

You whimpered when he slid a finger inside you, curling it just right, adding another when you bucked against him. You were panting now, dizzy with it, holding onto him like you were afraid he’d disappear.

He kissed you again, slow but needy, and whispered.

“Can I taste you?”

You blinked at him, dazed. 

“W-What?”

“Wanna go down on you again.” His voice was hoarse. “Please.”

You nodded, speechless, and he lifted you gently off his lap, laying you back against the couch. He pulled your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion, settling between your thighs like it was his favourite place.

Because it once was. 

He looked up at you once more, with a smirk, before he leaned in. 

“You just tell me when you’re warm enough...”

Then his mouth was on you, hot, wet and perfect. His tongue flicked over your clit, slow at first, then rougher, enjoying the sounds that spilled from your mouth.

You cried out, legs trembling, hand flying to his hair. 

“F-Fuck, Vinny-”

He groaned against you, like your moans were turning him on even more. And they were, he was grinding against the couch, so hard it hurt, desperate to be inside you.

When your thighs began to tremble, when your breath started to stutter, he slid back up your body and kissed you deep, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, cock pressed hard against your thigh through his pants. “Still cold?”

You laughed breathlessly. 

“No.”

“Good.” He kissed you again, deeper and slower as he slid his sweats down just enough, angling his hips between yours. “But it’d be a shame to stop now.” 

“Don’t you dare stop-”

“Shh, I got you. I’m not stopping.” 

Vinny lined himself up, his breath shaky, eyes locked on yours like he was waiting for any reason to stop. You didn’t give him one. You wrapped your legs around his waist, nodded once, and whispered, 

“Please.”

That was all he needed.

He pushed in slow, his eyes fluttering shut as he sank into you.

“Fuck.” He breathed, forehead resting against yours.

You gasped, nails digging into his back, your body stretching to take him. It hurt in the best way, too long, too much, and not enough all at once.

“God,” you whimpered, your voice breaking. “It’s been a while… forgot how big you are.”

He groaned, hips stilling as he sat with his cock nestled deep, buried to the hilt insde you.  

“And you’re so fucking tight...”

He kissed you again, and then started to move. Slow at first, dragging his hips back before driving into you with a roll of his body that made your eyes roll back.

You clung to him, every thrust sending a jolt of pleasure straight through your spine.

“Vin... Oh my god-”

“You’re so perfect,” he groaned, kissing down your neck as he fucked you harder. “I missed this. Missed you.”

He sat up slightly, one hand gripping your thigh, the other sliding under your ass to pull you deeper onto him with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, soft and obscene in the dim duck light.

The couch squeaked beneath you, cushions giving with each hard snap of his hips.

He was relentless now, and fucking you like he meant it, like he had something to prove. But it wasn’t just rough. It was real, like this wasn't just having sex to warm up.

Your bodies moved in sync, hips meeting over and over, your moans tangled with his breathless groans.

“Feel so good,” he panted. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep looking at me like that.”

You whimpered, one hand sliding between your bodies to touch yourself. 

“I’m so close, Vin. Don’t stop.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me?”

You nodded frantically, body tightening. 

“Y-yeah...”

He caught your hand, brushing your fingers away and replacing them with his own. His thumb circled your clit perfectly, his rhythm never faltering.

“Cum for me, baby. I wanna feel you cum around me again.”

That did it.

Your body arched, muscles clenching as the orgasm washed over you. You cried out his name, voice cracking as you pulsed around him.

“F-fuck- you feel so good when you cum- holy shit...”

You shattered around him, gasping his name like a prayer. Your body arched beneath him, muscles clenching so tight it made his rhythm falter.

But he didn’t stop just yet.

Vinny watched you with something close to awe, still buried deep, still throbbing hard. Your body trembled under his, legs shaking.

“You okay?” He whispered, brushing sweat-slick hair from your face.

You nodded weakly, but your voice cracked. 

“Yeah…”

He gently kissed your cheek. 

“You’re doing so good.”

And then he moved again.

You whined, the motion making your body jolt. 

“Vinny!”

“Shh, I got you,” he murmured, pulling out only to sit back against the cushions and tug you into his lap. “Come here, baby. Just wanna feel you like this.”

He helped you straddle him, his hands steady on your waist as he guided you back down onto his cock.

You whimpered, almost crying at the way he filled you again. 

“Oh my god-”

“I know, I know,” he cooed, one hand smoothing down your back. “You’re so sensitive, huh? But you’re taking me so well.”

His lips grazed your collarbone as he rocked up into you, slow and deep at first, knowing how overstimulated you'd feel, then harder.

The couch creaked again, the stupid duck light casting just enough glow for you to see the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes stayed glued to yours.

“Look at you,” he breathed. “Fucked out and so pretty. You’re mine like this, you know that? Can't have anyone else seeing you like this... Just me.”

You knew it was just the lust speaking, the heat of the moment- or so you thought.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he thrust up, harder now, relentless. As his thumb stroked your swollen clit again, the overstimulation burned, but felt so good at the same time. Every stroke hit that perfect spot, drawing helpless little gasps from you.

“Can’t,” you choked. “It’s too much...”

“You can,” he said gently, holding your hips in place as he fucked up into you. “You’re doing so good for me. Just one more. You can give me one more, yeah?”

Your head dropped to his shoulder, body trembling as he pounded into you. And all the while, his voice stayed soft and sweet, sinful praise against your ear.

“Love how you feel around me… warm and wet and perfect...”

Your body tensed again, an uncontrollable stroke of heat and pleasure exploding in your core and taking over your body. You sobbed against his neck as the second orgasm made you see stars, your voice breaking on his name.

He groaned, hands squeezing around you tight enough to bruise as he chased his own release, driving up into you a few more times before he finally came with a deep, breathless curse, spilling into you again as he held you tight to his chest.

Then neither of you moved.

You just stayed pressed against him, panting, shaking, both of you coated in sweat and his cock still deep inside you.

And then, from somewhere on the floor, the duck quacked again.

...

You didn’t move for a long time. At least half an hour must've passed, but you were scared that once this moment was over, it would never happen again, or you'd be too awkward around each other.

Just lay there draped across Vinny’s chest, sticky with sweat, your breathing gradually slowing as his fingers traced slow, lazy circles on your back.

“Are you alive?” He murmured into your hair.

You let out a weak noise.

“Barely.”

He chuckled, low and satisfied.

“You were amazing.”

“You did all the work.”

“I guess.” He tilted his head to press a kiss to your temple.

You smiled against his shoulder, feeling the way his arm tightened around you waist, like he wasn't ready to let you go. For a moment, it felt like you could say something real, that you should say something honest and scary, like I missed this, or you know you mean more to me than just a friend.

But neither of you did.

Because you were silly, and you were stupid, and maybe this was just easier.

"I could sleep here." You mumbled, feeling how his fingers drifted up into your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp until you melted into him like putty.

“You are sleeping here.”

“Okay. Cool.”

You let your eyes fall shut, a happy, content sigh falling from your lips as you pressed a kiss to Vin's shoulder once more. You could feel yourself on the brink of sleep, and then...

Click.

The lamps around the room flickered to life. The TV rebooted. The fridge whirred back to life in the kitchen.

You both flinched at the sudden brightness.

“…Well, shit.” Vinny muttered.

You blinked at him, then at the barely glowing duck light on the floor.

"I mean, he served us well." You said, feeling Vin chuckle beneath you.

And then it quacked again, as if to say thank you.

You looked back up at Vin, with nothing but pure love in your eyes, and this time, when he leaned in to kiss you, soft and slow and smiling, you let him.

Maybe you’d talk about it tomorrow. Maybe not.

But right now, wrapped in his arms, your skin on his, you didn’t really care.

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LATE POST AGAIN I'M SORRY!!! i hope it was worth it though ;)

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DCA PROMPTOBER 2024

Life (school) is kicking me in my non-existent nuts (giving me essays to write) guys Idk if I can mansplain manipulate manwhore my way out of this

Day 20 - Trapped

Pairing: Mer!Eclipse x GN reader Warning: Blood Words: EXACTLY 2400 WORDS BITCH Summary: Continuation of this post, go and read if you don't understand anything :>

The two mers you had encountered during your trip to the underwater cave had dragged you in their nest easily, grabbing each an ankle and swimming faster than your brain could process. In a panic, you had tried to fight them unsuccessfully and only resulted in hurting yourself further with the hard scales of their bodies. With your wounded hands you had grabbed their tails and fins, trying to convince them to let you go, but after a few pathetic tries the blue one got fed up with you and grabbed both your wrists, snarling in your face something you managed to understand despite the language barrier. 

“Stay put.”

You decided to listen, not wanting to make your death any more painful than it already was going to be, but under the mers’ grip you were shaking in fear. The way the two of them would communicate between each other didn’t help you at all, considering they were probably talking about the best ways to eat you. 

At some point at the end of the cave, which had been a dark blur of algae and rocks until then, tightened around you. They were dragging you who-knows-where through a hole big enough for the two of them to swim side by side, which was slowly getting smaller and smaller, until the bright yellow mer chirped something to his companion and stayed behind, allowing the other to continue dragging you along without hindrance. You stared at the mer swimming close behind you, trying to understand his intention, and in response he smiled at you. The white teeth glistened in the darkness around you, and you quivered.

After what was barely a minute but which felt like an hour to you, the tunnel opened in a bigger and brighter cave around you, blinding you with its light and making you flinch. Before you could understand what was happening, your body was flung with great force over the water and thrown on an emerging rock. Scrambling to get back to your feet as soon as you realized that you were on the surface, you slipped on the wet surface under you and fell on your side, hitting your shoulder and hip with a cry of pain. Wet and rough hands grabbed your mask, pulling it away from your face as you fought against them, as another pair took off your fins and began to rip away your diving suit, leaving you in your swimsuit and a few new scratches. 

Once your entire diving gear had been removed, you hurried to crawl away from the two creatures perched on the rock like hungry vultures, with their tails dipping in the water, desperately attempting to put as much distance between you and them. The mers looked at you, curious and amused at the same time, until the yellow one looked down at the oxygen tank and chirped something in his language. You looked as the other mer shook his head, replying with a growl, and then the first of the two threw the tank in the water behind him, along with your mask and the rest of your gear. 

-Hey!- you screamed, even if they probably couldn’t understand the value of your diving gear, -Give them back!-

The yellow mer laughed, a throaty and raspy sound that reminded you of a dying animal, and then pushed himself back in the water. His companion was still on the rock with you, observing you with his terrible red eyes, until he opened his razor-sharp toothed mouth and spoke in your language.

-S-ssta-y,- he said, -Hee-re safe.-

You were left even more scared than before, mouth opening and closing in disbelief, until a weak “what” left your throat and the mer slipped back into the water to join his friend. Did the fish just fucking talk to you? Had you imagined it? 

You were left on the rock, surrounded by water in the middle of a large cave, your only light being the one coming in from a hole in the ceiling. Moss and various plants grew on the walls surrounding you, you saw small animals like bugs and birds coming in and out from the hole, but even that beautiful paradise made of shining water and quiet life wasn’t enough to keep you from crying. Once the realization that you were about to die downed on you, you began to tear up, hiding your face in your hands and shaking with both fear and cold. You wanted to go back home, to your loved ones, but because of your stupid mistake you ended up being the lunch of two stupid fishmen. Your life sucked, and it was also going to end early.

The day was almost over, you were freezing and hungry, and no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t find a way to escape. At some point, in a moment of desperation, you had tried to enter the water and find the opening where you had come in—despite knowing you wouldn’t have survived it if you attempted to cross the tunnel—but the sun was setting and you couldn’t see anything underwater. At some point something had brushed against your foot and you had panicked, returning to the surface and climbing back on the hard and cold rock, refusing to stay and look for any other entrances deeper in the cave. You had no other choice; you were going to die there, either by starving or mauled by one of those mers. 

The little piece of sky you could see through the hole in the ceiling was turning a haunting color red, angry and violent, tinting the water around you of a horrifying crimson shade, like something had died there and its blood had mixed with the ocean. You stared at the sun setting, asking yourself if you were going to survive the chilly night, when you heard a sound that made you freeze. It came from the bottom of the cave, deep and chilling, and it sounded like the growl of an enormous animal. Its voice was nothing similar to the ones of the two mers you had met; more gravelly and rough, and it was so loud you heard the rock you were sitting on vibrate under you. 

-Oh, would you look at this?- spoke the voice, echoing so loudly in the cave you could hear it even inside your head, -My little hunters have brought me a treat.-

You were shaking, looking around for the owner of the voice, terrified beyond logic and comprehension. You hugged yourself and tried to stop the tears from spilling out.

-W-What’s going on…?!- you whimpered, -Where… Who are…?-

-Behind you, little bird,- purred the voice, and you snapped your head around so violently you hurt your neck. From the water, something double the size of your boat emerged in an instant, blocking the light coming from the ceiling with its height and casting you in its huge shadow. All you saw were red scales the size of your hand, yellow eyes with vertical pupils, sharp teeth the size of your entire arm, and two pairs of clawed hands coming out and gripping the rock you were sitting on so hard they left marks on the stone. Your entire vision was covered by the color of blood, your lungs were spasming in your chest, attempting to get enough air to breathe, and your legs refused to respond to you anymore. What stood before you—and over you—was a mer the size of a house, terrifying in its imposing size and pinning you on the ground with its stare. You screamed when the tentacle of an octopus wrapped around your legs, keeping you from squirming away, while many others surrounded your little stop on the rock, cutting off any escape routes. 

-Well, are you having fun yet?- mused the mer, resting his chin on two of his hands while the other two tapped the stone, -I hope Sun and Moon have treated you well.-

You were too scared to understand the meaning of those words, your heart was beating so loud you could hear it drumming in your ears, fast and unrelenting. All you could look at were those teeth.

-Is something wrong, little bird?- the mer leaned closer, curious, and in response you tried to shift away with no results. -Did Sun eat your tongue already?-

Seeing that you weren’t answering, the monster rolled his eyes and scoffed, looking suddenly bored. 

-Oh, how sad. Do those shrimps think I’m that easy to please, that any human would do? Did I not tell them I like them feisty and loud? What a shame, truly.- He used one of his claws to poke at your side, at which you screamed and trashed on the spot, trying to push the finger away. -You’re even one of the cute ones, too bad you’re boring.-

While the creature tormented you, you were desperately trying to get your brain to start working, overwhelmed by nonsensical fear and panic. 

-P-Please, don’t eat me!- you found yourself begging, looking up at the monster with tear-filled eyes, -L-Let me go…!-

-Eat you?- wheezed the mer, -Ah! What should I eat? Should I attempt to peel away the fat from your weak bones and hope that’s somehow enough to satisfy me? No, my bird, I will continue eating sharks and small whales, if you don’t mind.-

You couldn’t make sense of the creature’s words. You could understand them perfectly, but still they remained incomprehensible. What did he mean by that? What did he want from you if not to eat you? Slowly, the gears in your brain returned to their job, so you swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to stop your lips from quivering. 

-H-How… How can you talk?- you asked, and that made the mer’s eyes light up in joy. Something that resembled fins rose up from around his face, creating a crown of orange, red, and yellow, which reminded you of one the smaller mer you had previously met.

-Now we’re talking, little thing!- he smiled, all sharp teeth and black gums, -I love it when you humans use your curiosity for good, it always excites me to see which questions you have for me.-

The mer leaned closer once more, getting all up in your personal space with his round face and sniffing you.

-You’re hurt, no wonder you were so scared,- he mused, laying his head right in front of you, -I’ll tell Moon to medicate your wounds later, but now, you want to know how I am capable of speaking, do you not?-

Confused and still scared, you nodded, hoping that could keep him entertained for enough time, until he decided you weren’t fun anymore and left you to the other two sea monsters to take care of. 

-I am simply as old as modern civilization itself, little bird,- the creature replied with a big smile, -When I was born, you still used to sail the seas with carracks and caravels. You gazed into the depths of the oceans, both amazed and terrified, you wandered around like small children allowed by their parents to stay outside and play for a little more. Back then, you still had respect for my species, unlike now.-

Your eyes ran over the monster’s face and arms, seeing for the first time the amount of scars and old wounds covering its skin like a battleground. You also noticed that the mer’s scales had a beautiful glittery texture that made him shine like a ruby even in the dark, illuminating the now completely obscured cave around you. 

That monster was more than 500 years old, you realized. You were looking at a creature that had seen history unraveling before his eyes.

-Are the other two going to be as big as you one day?- you asked, and the mer chuckled. His laugh shook the ground under you.

-Sun and Moon? Oh, if they manage to live to my age, they will become even bigger,- he answered, -I took those two under my protection, they are like siblings to me.- 

The smile on the mer’s face softened as he looked at you. 

-Do you know what I want from you?- he asked, and you shook your head, -I want to learn your story. That’s what I always ask the humans I find: who they are, what they do, where they come from—I seek entertainment. Can you give me that?- 

You looked away, suddenly feeling embarrassed of yourself, but the monster used one of his claws to turn your face back, in a silent warning that he wanted you to keep your eyes on him and him only.

-So?- he egged you on, making you squirm in your spot.

-My life isn’t that interesting,- you tried to say, but the monster interrupted you before you could continue. 

-Liar,- he laughed, -Everybody has a story to tell. You are the only person in history to have lived certain moments, to have met certain people in specific places and times. The sum of your experiences has made you completely unique and inimitable, so now I want to hear your story.-

More tentacles emerged from the water, laying themselves on the rock around you like birds perched on branches of a tree. His voice rumbled with authority, and you understood that was an order, not a question; that mer wasn’t asking you to tell him a story, he was commanding you to do so. You shivered, unable to decide if staring at his sharp teeth could be considered rude, and pretended not to notice how the tentacle that he had curled around your legs was pulling you closer to him. 

-I’ll give you the time to rearrange your thoughts, little one, but I shall not take no for an answer,- a large smirk opened on the monster’s face, -You have no say in this matter.-

-Before I start,- you said, nervous to know what would have happened if your story had been revealed to be too boring to listen to, -What is your name?-

A loud purr came out of the mer’s throat, rumbling and comforting like a cat's. -You shall call me Eclipse,- he answered, -And from now on that’ll be everything you will learn about me, not a word more. Now, you better begin to talk, little thing, I’m getting impatient.-

[justaragdollysblog]

-Sensory Deprivation- Jesterdoll Fic-

Hi! I haven’t written in a while, I’ve been working like crazy! But I’m back w an original one shot!

hopefully I can get this other request done and epilogue to IIHGI out! Please know I’ve never used a tank like this; i’ve only read about them!

TW: ANXIETY, PANIC, FEAR, NEGATIVE OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE (please read with caution!), DE-REALIZATION (idk if it will count as that but just in case! pls pls pls be cautious!)

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Ragatha stood nervously outside of the dark room.

The adventure yesterday had been grueling and terrifying; saving a kidnapped queen from a band of pirates. Everyone came back upset and waterlogged, barely eating at the feast.

Now, Caine was a lot of things, but he wasn’t blind or uncaring. He noticed how everyone reacted to the adventure; even Ragatha’s thinly veiled optimism didn’t convince the AI. He declared the next adventure would be in-house and relaxing.

He dragged everyone up from the breakfast table, promising a ‘rewarding experience with water this time’, leading everyone to a random door in a random hallway. What the door said on a sign made Ragatha’s heart sink with dread:

‘Sensory Deprivation Tank’.

To most people this would be calming. A chance to turn the screaming in their minds to white noise as they floated with all sensory stimuli on the back burner. They would willingly give themselves as a vessel to the static and space.

Ragatha would never understand it.

Was she accepting and open minded about different forms of coping and relaxation? Yes! But in the deep reaches of her mind and subconscious; she knew she’d had a terrible experience before.

That brings her to right now, wringing her hands nervously as she reluctantly approached the door. Everyone had gone before her; talking about how relaxing and pleasantly otherworldly the experience was.

Pomni noticed her hesitance and put a hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have to do this, Raggy. I’m sure Caine would…let you do something else.”

From behind the two, Jax scoffed. “Wow. You’re always trying to act like you’re fine, doll, and the opportunity presents itself and you don’t even wanna do it. You know, you might like it.” He had a glint in his eye; relishing his job as resident instigator.

Ragatha looked away in hurt, hand poised to turn the handle. “I’ll be okay, Poms! I promise.” She managed a smile and kissed Pomni on the forehead.

Pomni blushed slightly at the kiss and managed an equally nervous smile. “Okay. Just…stay safe, okay? We’re all right here, for better or worse.” She shot a glare in Jax’s direction.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll be back, okay?” She smiled and walked in, closing the door behind her.

The room was dimly lit with white noise playing; or what sounded like a whale call and bird chirping combined. Ragatha chalked it up to Caine guessing what white noise was supposed to sound like.

In the center of the room was the tank; shaped like an egg and ready to cut you off from everything you cling onto to stay alive.

She took a deep, steadying breath. Everyone else had done it; everyone else had a great time. Everyone else is fine. She would be too.

She gently opened the lid to the tank, and she went pale. She didn’t wanna do this. She wanted to desperately claw at the door. Something about the maw of the tank and the concept and-

She shook her head. She’d be okay. Even if she wasn’t, she’d be okay. She climbed into the tank and closed her eyes.

She floated on the water, salt helping to keep her doll body afloat. She closed her eye, and tried to relax.

Ten minutes, Caine had said. Ten minutes, and she’d be out. Hell, maybe she’d be doing this regularly if it helped.

• • • • •

Ragatha didn’t like this at all.

She couldn’t feel anything, she couldn’t taste, or see, or touch. She couldn’t smell or hear.

Optimistic and laid back as she was; Ragatha always liked being in control of a situation. Of how she felt in the moment.

It was so, so incredibly dark. So dark compared to the circus; to the tent; to the void. It was almost like the cellar.

She willed herself to wake up; to scream and make a scene and get out. She wanted to get out.

She felt her pace quicken as her heartbeat sped up. Dark. Dark, like the cellar. Dark like where she’d one day end up.

Then, in the expansive and boundless dark, there were eyes. Bright, rapidly glowing eyes with bright scleras. They blinked around hurriedly, sprouting all over everything. Her entire world, at this moment, was covered in abstraction eyes.

No, no, this couldn’t be right. Her heartbeat continued to quicken and her breaths became shorter and shallower.

She’d end up in the cellar, she’d end up dead, no one would miss her, no one would realize she was gone, this was her fate now-

She whimpered softly, escalating into panicked sobs. They’d be having her funeral- Who would take care of everyone else- Who would miss her- Who was she?

She was loudly sobbing now, muffled by the heavy lid of the tank. She wanted out. She was certain it had been ten minutes already.

She wanted out.

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Pomni was in the common room with Caine, pacing. “Ragatha’s been in there for an hour, Caine! You need to let me in there; she could be hurt or scared!”

Caine simply tilted his head in genuine confusion. “My dear, these are supposed to help! Aren’t they?”

Pomni groaned, running her hands down her face. “Sometimes it doesn’t! Not everything works for everyone; especially not something like this!” She stomped her foot.

Caine raised an eyebrow, which was just his upper gum. “But you liked the experience, didn’t you?”

Pomni anxiously tugged on her jester hat. “We don’t have time for this! We have to get her out!”

Caine shrugged. “If that’s what you want, we’ll send her back!”

He snapped his fingers and there she was, on the ground next to them. The massive, abrupt switch from no sensory to every stimulation in the circus was almost too much, and she sat up and backed against the wall, shaking and quiet.

“Ragatha! Hey, hey, It’s me! It’s Pomni. I’m right here, you’re here.” She tried to approach Ragatha, who was holding herself with a distant stare at nothing in particular.

Pomni moved slowly and methodically, placing a a hand on her shoulder. Ragatha barely responded.

Pomni swiftly picked her up, her fabric body very lightweight to hold. She shot Caine a deadly glare. “We’re not ever doing this adventure again.”

Caine nodded, and Pomni headed out with her to Ragatha’s room. Ragatha was quiet the entire time, and Pomni placed loving and gentle kisses on her face and forehead.

As they approached the doll’s room, she vowed to never let this happen again.

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WOO! i hope i wrote that okay! i’ve never used a tank like that so i kinda winged it!

reblogs are appreciated! see u guys next time!

[mollycabot]

Alex Cabot X Reader It’s Ok Not to be ok

A/N talks about mental health and struggles with mental health, and SH Scars Alex wonders why her girlfriend hasn’t contacted her in a while

Alex was sat in her office chatting with Olivia a Casey and doing her paperwork however something was playing on Alex’s mind.

“What’s up Alex you been a bit quiet is everything ok?” Casey asked and Olivia looked like she was about to asks the same thing.

“No I’m worried I haven’t heard from Y/N In a while normally she would text me or swing by the office at lunch but I haven’t heard from her the last text she sent me was two days ago staying she not well and was taking some time off,” Alex said Olivia and Casey shared a look.

“Why do you call and we can see if she wants to join us for a girls movie night at mine” Casey offered.

“Not a bad idea” Alex agreed and got out her phone,

“Hello” Y/n said “Y/N hi how are you dear it’s been a while” Alex said.

“Yes my apologies Alex I just been really tried want to come around or something?” Y/N asked secretly hoping she wouldn’t have to go anywhere.

“Well me and Casey and Liv are going to have a movie night if you want to join us?” Alex explained.

“Sure that sounds like fun I get ready and meet you at your office?” Y/N said “alright sounds like a plan love you lots” Alex said and hung up.

“So what it’s it?” Casey asked “she said yes and she coming by the office” Alex relaid the phone call to Casey and Olivia.

Y/N got herself out of bed and worked her way through her mess apartment and walked into her bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and started crying she had always struggled with mental health and she was scared of Alex finding out however after a few bad days everything was building up and be became to much.

Once Y/N pulled herself together she grabbed her zip hoodie and bag and made her way to the DA’s office.

Decided against taking a cab Y/N walked all the way in the rain once she arrived she made her way to Alex’s office by this time Casey and Olivia had gone round to Casey’s while Alex waited.

“Hey love you ok, wait did you walk her?” Alex said looking at her girlfriend who was drowning in her wet clothes. Y/N nodded and Alex shock her head lightly.

“What I’m going to do with you Y/N here” Alex said taking out some spare clothes and a towel go get yourself changed” while I tidy up my office” Alex said

Y/N nodded and went to go short herself out. Shit Y/N thought Alex gave me a tank top and some leggings but no hoodie.

Once Y/N got changed she made her way back to Alex’s office as Alex was shorting out some files Y/N saw her hoodie and ran to get it and put it on so Alex wouldn’t have to see her scars however Alex turned around.

“You ready?” Alex said as she turned to look at her girlfriend “oh honey”alex took in her lover’s appearance “Y/N why don’t we sit on my couch for a second” Alex gently said as she guided Y/N over to sit down.

“Y/N I’ve got to ask and I’m sorry but have you been struggling lately?” Alex gently said in the hopes of not upsetting Y/N.

Y/N started crying “I’m so sorry Alex I was going to tell you I promise I just idk I felt so low all my life I struggle and struggle until I got so overwhelmed and I was scared that you would think differently of me or you would hate me I mean look at me and my apartment is a mess I can’t remember the last time I had a actual meal and wasn’t just Pringles or energy drinks or take out.”

“Hun take a breath for me please” Alex said pulling Y/N into her arms “it’s all going to be ok I promise you and please please if you are struggling come to me I will help and I won’t push you away or hate you you are mine and I will always love you and you are funny sweet kind and your my perfect love” Alex said hugging Y/N Tight.

“Come on love we need to get going or Casey and Liv are going to be wondering where we got to” Alex laughed “ok but wait what about my hoodie” Y/N said “well that’s still wet but here” Alex gave Y/N her turtleneck long sleeve. Y/N smiled and put it on

“Thank Alex love” Y/N said taking Alex’s hand as they walked out and got into a cab and made there way to Casey apartment.

“Well if it isn’t the two love birds who took forever” Casey said jokingly as she invited Y/N and Alex In.

“Snacks are on the table and blankets on the couch please make yourself comfortable” Casey said heading back into the living room. Alex took a spot on the couch and Y/N crawled into Alex’s lap.

“Aww look at that so sweet” Olivia said as Alex combed through Y/N’s hair with her hand as the moive was playing Alex and Casey and Olivia where making small talk, “why is Y/N so quite?” Casey asked as everyone looked towards Y/N “aww she asleep” Casey said quietly not wanting to wake the sleeping girl.

“She had a long day” Alex explained “aww bless her” Olivia said “why don’t you take her to my guess room and you guys can stay the night” Casey offered. And Alex thanked her as she picked Y/N up and carried her to the bedroom as Olivia and Casey tidy up the living room.

Once Olivia left Casey gently knocked on the door and dropped some PJs off for Alex and Y/N.

“Thanks case I will change but I don’t want to wake Y/N up so I’m just going to head to bed with her.” Alex said

“That’s alright good night Alex” Casey said closing the door behind her. Once Alex was ready for bed she careful got in to bed and gently scooped Y/N into her arms.

“I will always be her my sweet love and you got me and it’s ok not to be ok and I will help you anyway I can, good night my sweet” Alex kiss Y/N headed and remove her glasses and turned the lights off and close her eyes herself and went to sleep.

[alluringnectar]

Timeless

abby anserson x fem!reader

a/n: idk how to use tumblr so my fault the layout is ass, i’ll improve lemme cook 😭🙏🏽. ts work is a repost, so its crappy. lmk if yu want smut cus i’ll write it.

summary: you’ve been promoted & you come across abby.

warnings: sfw, js shit talking.

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3

Beep beep.

You groan, not ready to get up. Your hands fumble for the alarm clock, pressing every button your fingertips graze.

Beep beep!

How the hell is it still sounding? You ask yourself, finally lifting your head from the pillow to check the time.

6:43 am.

Shit.

You're usually awake and ready by this time, but yesterday you were out partying with your friends. Your recent promotion within the W.L.F. had warranted a night of revelry, but now the consequences were clear: a foggy mind and a rush to start the day. You had gained new perks from Isaac himself. Your friends thought this was deserving of a celebration, so they invited everyone from the W.L.F. You didn’t hate partying, but you preferred just hanging out with your friends. Among others, you were considered friendly, which was the truth— but you did like some time alone as patrols really tired you out.

Today was about clearing your clouded mind from worries, just living in the moment! Last night was one of the best nights you had in a while; you got to meet great people. You met a man named Manny; he was playful and divertido, a trait you admired. He was happy to introduce you to his other friends as they were going to be your new partners for patrols. A couple, Owen and Mel, came forward to greet you. “Your hair is so healthy and silky! I’d do anything for long hair like yours!” Mel smiled, and you grinned, thanking her.

You’ve always prioritized your looks and emphasized the importance of being well-groomed. You loved makeup, pink, and putting bows in your long hair. It was what made you, you. You found comfort within femininity throughout the apocalypse and the battle against scars. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard something approaching Manny, Owen, Mel, and you. As soon as you looked up to see who it was, you couldn’t help but stare. Her hair was braided, wearing a tank top so you could see the density of her muscles. She had a calm demeanor, and you crossed your arms in a playful way. “Have I seen you before?” She smiled with her teeth, and you swear you could’ve folded right then and there. “No, you haven’t,” you felt your cheeks burn, giggling at the thought of her actually wanting to get to know you.

“Abby,” said the blonde woman. Abby. The name seemed to suit her. “Father’s joy,” you mumbled. “What?” Abby asked, genuinely curious. “That’s what Abby means,” you smiled warmly at her, waiting for a response. Abby chuckled; she raised her arm to rub your back. “What’s your name then?”

Before you could respond, Mel snapped, saying your name to Abby. You were confused by the abruptness of her answer. As you turned to look at Mel, she looked angry. Not at you. At Abby. Abby smiled softly and looked over at you, a look that you could forever hold in your heart. “I’ll see you around,” and with that, she walked away, heading towards another group with Manny, way more welcoming than Mel. At the corner of your eye, you saw the way Owen looked at Abby. He looked at her as if he had regrets, as if he lost something they had. You decided to shake it off, as it may only be your imagination. “What’s wrong, Mel?” you asked her, with genuine concern about why she's cold. She smiled at you softly and told you “Oh, it’s nothing. I just wanted to look out for a new friend. Abby is not someone you want to be hanging out with.” You hummed to yourself. You usually don’t believe what you hear, only what you see.

“She’s a shitty person.”

“She’s selfish.”

“She’s a liar.”

Despite Mel’s warnings, you still wanted to get to know Abby. Your desire to learn more about her grew. She sparked your curiosity, and the yearning blossomed.

After the night was over, you took your heels off and collapsed in your bed. You were excited about what new patrols you can take on tomorrow and who was going to be your partner. You ended up falling asleep, staring at the ceiling while Abby lingered in the back of your mind.

Now you were brushing your teeth, putting on a Lulu Define jacket, and tight flared black yoga pants. You put your hair in a slickback, put your sneakers on, and walked out the door. This was your first patrol after being promoted by Isaac. As you walked into the gym, you walked to the treadmills as your usual routine is cardio. Then you feel a hand placed on your shoulder; you turned your head back and it’s Abby. She smiles at you, and you smile back, blush tainting your cheeks. Abby parts her lips. “This outfit looks cute on you.”

“Thank you, Abby.” What Abby doesn’t know is that her compliment will be forever in your mind. Only within minutes talking to her - and only meeting her yesterday - she already makes you all giddy like a teenage girl in love. “Care to get some breakfast with me after you’re done with your cardio?” she asks, and you nod eagerly. “Of course, I will. Who would ever pass up that offer?” you giggle. Abby smirks at not just your reply, but at your giggle. She found you cute and amusing, but she was afraid Mel already said something to you. She didn’t want to mess up this chance— she couldn’t lose you when she never even had you. She’ll be careful and gentle even if it would take longer. Time will pass.

After 30 minutes, you considered yourself done for the day, as it was just a warm-up for the patrol later in the evening. You saw Abby sitting on the bench, wiping her sweat off the weights— she was thoughtful of others, and you kept that in mind. How could she ever be selfish? You walk up to her and tell her “Do you wanna go now?” Abby grins and says “I’d love to.”

Today’s menu was breakfast grilled cheese with Greek yogurt parfait- not bad! Since Abby has some perks, both of you got your meal pretty quickly and some good seats! “Have you seen the new patrol rotation?” Abby asks, and you shake your head “No actually, I was planning to check after the gym” you reply. “Maybe we can check together then. After this meal of course” she chuckles. Her smile is so cute, and you’d cross the whole world just to see it again. “You know, you’re not what I expected you to be.” Abby looks up at you, brows furrowed in confusion. “Mel said something didn’t she?” You sigh but nod, “I just think it’s funny how you’re the exact opposite of what she claimed for you to be. She’s sweet, but she was wrong about you. Don’t tell her but I think I’m starting to prefer you” you giggle, putting your fingers onto Abby’s lips as if to shush her. Abby was quiet alright, but not for the reason you’d think it would be. She’s thinking of your fingers gently touching her lips, leaning in for a kiss. Her thoughts are interrupted when you speak, “Do you wanna go check the board for patrols now?”

“Let’s go.” Abby stands up, pushes her chair back into the table and takes your hand— never roughly, as she’d never want to break you— fragility as a porcelain vase. Her calloused fingertips and palms, now holding your forearm, something that you’ll think about to help you sleep.

As you’re approaching the board, there’s a whole crowd of people, surrounding it. While some are content with their role and duo, others are muttering under their breath “fuck.” You can’t help but keep your fingers crossed that you’ll get Abby. As you and Abby kept shoving your way through, yelling “ ‘xcuse me!” you finally make your way to the front, and both of you immediately scan for your name. Then, you see it.

You and Abby. She seems to notice too, because she’s whispering “looks like you’re stuck with me for a little longer.” You giggle, lightly elbowing her playfully.

In reality, you'd prefer to be with her more than anyone else.

[shahrwrites]

This has been on my mind for a long time and i really need to get it out.

Jason is not as bulky as y’all make him out to be.

He’s just not a malnourished little kid anymore.

Ok, I can see people try to argue that even in canon, he’s like really tall and really bulky and yes I’m look at you Gotham War. ಠ_ಠ

To be honest, I was hysterically laughing for like. Fifteen whole minutes before I calmed down enough to continue reading. For the love of god, Selina looks like a little teenage kid next to him. And she’s got heels on.

And by the way, this is how she looks next to Bruce, which is way more plausible than. Whatever that was.

Never mind, I think they drew all the males ridiculously big in this comic. (Or is Selina just really that smol??? Not that I was under the impression that she was huge or something, but for a woman who used to be one of Batman’s most notorious villains?? Man, idk)

The point is. Yes, Jason shoot up a few inches after the Lazarus pit. And yes, he also gained a few pounds of muscle, too. But not over-night and not because he was dunked in a war-machine-making bathtub. It’s because he wasn’t malnourished anymore. His stunted growth was resolved in the aftermath of the Lazarus and he wasn’t a skinny short baby from then on, because whatever he ate, his body was healthy enough to directly absorb. Batman annual #25 and the rest of the comics will want you to think differently. But. Just. No.

As dislikable as The Lost Days artwork was, at least they didn’t grow him into a giant over night and I think it’s the only good thing they did in that comic, too, because it would give more depth to his character to say that in the years leading up to UtRH, in addition to everything else, he put in the effort to build his body for the big confrontation. To mislead and shock Bruce as much as he could. But even then, he’s not a tank of a man. He simply has an athletically pleasant body. And, you know, he’s, like, not fifteen anymore?? So it makes sense.

However, it’s not to say that I don’t enjoy reading (whether in comics or fanfics) about the disorientation it brings the batfam to conform the picture of this well-built man before them with their mental image of the scrawny little kid their sweet baby Jason was, in their heads.

If people write Jason’s growth compared to his fifteen self and how it gives the family such a hard time, as maybe a little bulky, sure. I can wrap my head around it and actually enjoy it.

Otherwise, I see Jason as a little taller than Dick and about the same height, if not a little shorter, than Bruce. Actually, Dexter Soy’s representation of Jason felt pretty accurate to me. Which is a shame that the story of RHatO as a whole was such a trash. Maybe for the exception of the Rebirth vol. 1. But I’ll get to that another day.

[terrytyun10]

See you again? - Choi Yeonjun

warnings: short (yep that's a warning)

notes: my 2nd post yeey and ik its very short, might not even be considered a fanfic but this is what i can get in my head at this moment so you gotta bear with it lol. also idk what to put it in title so its just random words. (pls share some writing tips if u have any)

Today was the day. No more excuses. You’d been putting off starting your morning jog routine for weeks—maybe months. But this morning, everything aligned. You woke up on time. The weather was perfect. Cool, crisp air and a sky so clear it felt like the universe was making it an ideal starter's day for you.

You pulled on your grey leggings and matching sweatshirt, grabbed a water bottle, and stepped outside. The air hit you like a refreshing slap. Why hadn’t you done this sooner? The rhythm of your feet on the pavement, the steady hum of your breath and the quiet city morning—it felt right.

You decided to follow the common route along the Han River. Three kilometers. Should be easy. The water shimmered in the early light. You were almost done when you glanced at your right hand.

The bracelet was gone.

Your heart skipped. That wasn’t just any bracelet. It held importance to you. You stopped mid-stride, scanning the ground. Nothing. Did it slip off? When? Where?

Just as panic started to set in, someone approached. A man, about your age. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t place him. Tank top, running shorts, and undeniably good-looking. His forehead had beads of sweat all over and his hair stuck to it in a visually appealing pattern. His eyes glowed hazel in the morning light and when they settled on you, you felt your heartbeat suddenly increase.

He slowed to a stop a few feet away, holding something in his hand.

“Is this, by any chance, yours?” he asked, holding out a bracelet. Your bracelet to be precise

Relief washed over you. “Yes! Thank you,” you said, taking it from him. His fingers brushed yours, just for a second.

“I saw it fall a little ways back,” he said, nodding toward the path. “Thought you might want it back.”

You smiled, slipping the bracelet back on. “I really do. Thank you.”

He grinned, easy and warm. “No problem. Maybe I’ll see you around here again...?” he said with a tint of question in his tone, eyes lingering a little longer—almost looking hopeful.

You smiled back and nodded making the guy grin again. "I'm Yeonjun by the way, see you tomorrow!" he said and with that, he was off, jogging down the path. You watched him for a moment, then turned back toward home. The bracelet felt secure on your wrist. The morning felt brighter. Maybe this time, you'd keep your promise of the morning routine.

@slytherinshua @sikkkko

[heartach3d]

can't help myself!

newt x reader

not requested I just saw a MASTER edit and started like spazzing out and stuff do anyone does that idk but it might be woerf but I'm joy weird I promise ❤️(also today's the 19th and I reread this and it's kinda weird! Like me weird tho not like bad weird)

830 words

greenie night!!

I love it. mainly the reason I can get a little more than tipsy and no one bat an eye.

and I always try to ignore the fact that I have to get up in the morning and deal with my killer headache while working!

that should be like a rule in the Glade like after the bonfire no one works or something but that would probably be bad now that I'm really thinking about it.

still haven't met the greenie yet but that's okay he'll probably be some asshole anyway.

I had already drank half of the bottle I had in my hand. sometimes gally makes it actually drinkable but most times its not.

walking around the place, looking for someone to talk to was tiring. I mean everyone has their own clique type thing so I talk to anyone who is able to.

I don't think I really have one. I mean I just hang out with newt most the time obviously. I don't mind it one bit so I've gone to looking for him now.

I cant take my mind off him at all sometimes. I mean his hair and his face are just perfect sometimes I wonder where he gets the idea to being going on with me. probably the fact I'm the only girl here actually.

but anyway I saw newt and some guy sitting next to him behind a log after walking past minho. minho was cool, I mean I liked him but I never really talked to him.

I heard him and the new guy talking as I got closer and sat down. I just realized how cold it really was, considering I was still in my clothes from earlier which was shorts and a tank.

the cold tickly feeling from the grass on my legs wasn't helping either since I knew it was just gonna make me all itchy later.

I suddenly felt knocking on my head and I looked over at newt like he was crazy. "I called your name like twice" after he saw my reaction he finally explained himself and I realized why he did it.

"sorry"

"hey it's alright, have you met the new greenie yet?" he asked and I shook my head no before bending froward a little to see past newt and waved at the greenie.

"my names y/n nice to meet you greenie" putting my hand out in front of me I shook his hand with a nice grip before returning to my spot.

I wigged some of my drink and drank a good amount before placing it down on the grass between us.

out of my peripheral vision I saw the new guys eyes widen at my action but I didn't really care too much.

I turned back and looked behind me as newt was, to see what he was looking at and what was going on.

I saw all the commotion going on as gally started his fighting ring. I didn't really like gally he was an ass with a low temper.

"you should go over there if you want to, we'll catch up later" newt said turning to the new guy, I guess he saw him looking over there or something so he just nodded before standing up and walking over.

"how you've been hm?" I stopped looking at the new guy walk away and turned back to newt.

I smiled as our eyes met and he mirrored it. I noticed in the moment that my head was already pounding but didn't care.

too much was on my mind anyway.

I grabbed newts face with my hand and squished his cheeks together to insinuate a kiss before pulling away.

"I've been fine. just walking around and stuff I guess I don't know." I let my hand wonder down his face and to the hair on the back of his neck, twisting it together slightly

"yeah? walking doin what?"

"I was trying to find you and I did so I'm happy now"

before he said anything else I cut him off by speaking again "your so cute" cut off by a hiccup you continue on "I don't know how I'm left with you"

I whisper the last part while tracing his jaw looking damn well mesmerized while staring at him.

"I think the alcohol has finally gotten to you" he whispered back and I laughed lightly nodding my head in agreement.

"yeah my heads killing me" i look over slightly at the little circle getting bigger and bigger before I realize the new guys getting thrown in there.

"hey newt" tilting my eyes to look at him as I wait for his response "yeah baby what's wrong" he asks looking mesmerized at me.

"isn't that the new guy"

that catches his attention as he looks over to where my vision is and curses under his breath.

"yeah maybe we should go over there now"

alright this like point of view is supposed to be like my mind pov idk? I just wrote what was in my mind for this and some moments I may have dragged random shit too much so, sorry for that but my head started killing me half way through this so it sucks ❤️😆

finished 3/12/25

[theoceanoasis]

Hi

I hope you are doing better.

Dratchrod barbarian au ( idk why i keep asking for barbarian aus i just love them right now )

Drift and Ratchet stumble upon a sparked Rodimus who is traveling alone. He has a healing injury and won’t say how he got it. He’s still in the beginning stages of carrying but his tanks look bigger than whats the normal stage

Drift froze and began sniffing the air getting a worried look from Ratchet.

"What's wrong?"

"It's hard to tell but someone is injured. I smell blood."

He grabbed his medkit and followed Drift who led him through the forest following the smell. They came upon a young mech who was cursing as he tried to free himself from the snow.

He had markings from a different tribe but his armor wasn't thick like there's and made for the heavy snow. Which meant he traveled from somewhere else.

Next to him Drift froze and gasped a little causing him to look over and that's when he noticed the bump on his belly and obvious sign of carrying.

He looked at his belly wondering why someone carrying would be traveling alone much less someone so far along.

Scanning the trees he wondered where the sire was. He didn't know if other tribes were different but in their tribe a sire takes care of their mate.

Drift bristled obviously thinking the same thing clearly unhappy that someone would abandon their carrying mate.

He slowly approached not wanting to startle the young mech, who froze with fear. He pulled out a small knife and held it up growling at them to stay back while he tries to protect his belly.

"You're injured. I can smell the blood."

The mech flinched and he held up the medkit. Ignoring the look Drift was giving him as he observed the shaking carrier.

"Let us help you."

The carrier shifted in obvious pain. Giving them a weary look.

"Why?"

"You are carrying?"

"Where is the sire?"

Drift scanned the woods expecting them to suddenly appear when the young mech flinched looking about ready to cry.

"I'm not going to mate with you if that's what you're thinking!"

He snapped looking angry and upset.

"This bitty belongs to my mate and I won't let anyone override the coding."

He put a possessive hand on his belly and he clicked soothingly.

"We won't do that. We just want to help. Please let us help you."

The mech hesitated. Putting a hand on his belly he gave it a worried look.

"Okay, but if you do anything I won't hesitate to defend myself."

"That's fine."

He carefully came over with Drift standing behind him on guard as he worked. He could see a few healing injuries and when he asked questions. The mech immediately shut his mouth refusing to say anything.

It was obvious someone had attacked him. From the marks he knew it had to be city bots and he felt angry that they'd try and attack a carrying bot.

He checked the sparkling over with his limited supplies and the mech watched him the entire time. His frame tense with worry as he gently touched his belly.

He knew if he made one wrong move he'd lose his hand. The mech was clearly stressed and would do anything to defend his sparkling.

"What's your name?"

Drift tried to distract him. Realizing the carrier was terrified that something was wrong with his sparkling.

The mech hesitated for a moment before responding.

"Hot Rod."

Drift smiled happy the carrier had opened up to them which was a good sign.

"The sparkling is okay Hot Rod you've done a good job taking care of them. Although I'm worried about you being on your own this far along."

Hot Rod shook his head looking nervous.

"I'm no that far along I just look big."

He shivered obviously freezing but trying to hide it. He glanced at Drift who seemed equally as worried. If they didn't do something the carrier and their sparkling would die.

"Why don't you come back with us? It's not safe out here and my tribe can help you."

Hot Rod immediately looked panicked as he tried to get away from him. Wincing in pain when he hurt himself in the process.

"No I can't!"

He cried shaking his head frantically.

"I won't let you take my sparkling away from me!"

He put a hand on his belly. Scared they'd try and force him to be their mate. He knew some tribes practiced kidnapping, but they didn't do that.

"We won't. I promise. You'll be safe with us."

Hot Rod shook his head looking frantic and not listening anymore. His body shook as he looked between them.

"No! Leave me alone! I won't let you hurt us!"

He tried to stand and his legs collapsed causing him to cry out in pain. He tried reaching for him and almost had his hand cut off.

He glanced at Drift for help who was trying to soothe the distraught carrier.

"No leave us alone! I won't let you force me to be your mate! You're not my sparklings sire and you never will be! He has a sire who loves him very much and I would rather die then take someone else as my mate!"

Hot Rod continued panicking as he tried to run away again. Both of them were trying to make him stop worried he'd hurt himself more, but he wasn't listening.

Hot Rod's body seemed unable to take the stress and when the mech took another step he collapsed.

He immediately looked him over and gave Drift him frantic look.

"We need to take him to the med tent immediately."

"What's happening?"

"His body is under a lot of stress and is beginning to shut down. We need to get him warm and I need to look over his injuries I think some of them are infected."

Drift helped him carry Hot Rod, even though he was surpringly light which wasn't a good sign.

They took him to the med tent ignoring the people who gathered around having questions. Wanting to know more about the mysterious carrier. He ignored them as he got to work wrapping him in blankets and bandgang his wounds. Until he was no longer at risk of losing his sparkling.

Even though Hot Rod was asleep he began to shift and cry out for someone named Soundwave who he assumed was the sire. He gave him a sad look because he couldn't imagine loosing his mate especially if he was carrying.

The very idea was devastating and he promised to look after him and make sure he was safe. When he looked behind him he knew Drift was thinking the same thing.

As they looked over the carrier someone else was desperately trying to reach him.

[roses-bel-air-darling]

In one way, at least Touya’s end is kind of ambiguous so we can make our own ideas! I mean yes, there are the implications of him dying and such. I won’t deny it still sucks considering Endeavour and all. But, in one way at least he will be able to talk with his family, reconcile with them. I like to think (might be wishful thinking on my part) that eventually he gets better and maybe lives with his family again, or something, to give him a chance at normal with his family. He might be under house arrest or something, unless he still stuck in a tank after all those years, or did die. But if he did, I like to think he and his family made peace before he did.

Idk, it’s just unfortunate how the Todoroki plot wrapped up, but at least his family didn’t push him away. Honestly I’m probably in denial with it all because maybe he is dead considering he wasn’t shown in the flashbacks, but who knows?

Toga and Shigiraki’s deaths were unfortunate, HK really fumbled on the end. Honestly I dipped when the last chapter released, and when I came back, I realized that a lot of people/blogs didn’t have many thoughts on the end. Almost unanimously it seemed everyone was in radio silence 😅

I am so sorry that this is long!

That's the tiny bit of hope I have for touya. Although, I'm trying not to be a negative nancy. There is the last volume and the official fanbook both coming out this December. We could possibly get a final update on touya. Good or bad.

Hori confirmed that he forgot to draw a few things in the final chapter and is going to put it in the final volume.

I'm not going to be cautiously optimistic. I'm just going to expect something.

Personally, before the manga ended, I was on the villain trio big save train. I was so sure they were going to get a 'happy' ending and heading towards their bright futures as it was intended to throughout the story. (Note: I won't elaborate on the whole villains bad, must die arguments. It's tiring and gets old super fast the moment those sentences are used to justify the deaths of toga, shigaraki, and touya. Different topic, different day.)

Now, looking back, I just want him to have a peaceful death with his mom and siblings there by his side and knowing he's not alone and loved. I don't want him to be alive and be a part of the society that still rejects someone like him, toga, and shigaraki. You must be a good victim to be accepted back into said society, and bad victims don't deserve a second chance, sympathy, or to be heard. Doesn't matter how much pain and abuse you have been afflicted. No redemption. Death is the only option.

Onto the last parts, with the todoroki family plot. I hated that dabi, shouto, and the rest of the family became plot devices for endeavor's "redemption."

Shouto and dabi's moments are being overshadowed by endeavors, constant apologizing, and yapping. Over and over.

Hori didn't know what to do with endeavor and it showed.

Poor shouto's arc being ruined.

The unnecessary parts of the final todoroki chapter of endeavor's talking as if touya is still a villain by accepting his invitation to Dabi's dance and natsuo's comment about that was the only time he thought his dad was a badass. It felt so off and OOC of natsuo to say that.

I lost interest during the entirety of the ACT 3 of the manga. I only cared about the villains at the time. I think hori in the end. He just wanted to end the manga. There were a bunch of breaks during Act 3 due to his health and stress, and it affected the story. Hori deserves a long, long vacation as being mangaka is draining. I also hope he recovers as well.

I'm sorry for yapping, but I felt the same that I wish we didn't get these endings for the todoroki family and the villain trio. I would say more on toga and shigaraki's outcome, but I would make this reply WAY too long. Almost a 20-page essay. 😂

Lastly, with the blogs I follow on tumblr and Twitter on the reactions I saw to the last few chapters. It was mainly negative. And yet other bigger blogs in the fandom it was crickets. I agree I think the silence was loud and clear too. I'm like... 😬

I don't go on the BNHA reddit as the posts call the ending bad cause people's ships didn't become canon. Which with shipping vs. story arcs, themes, and narratives. I only care about the story in general when I read. Shipping? Nah.

For real, tho, I just wish the manga ended on how it was originally going to.

My headcanon is that the league is in an island somewhere, just soaking in the sun and having fun. Spinner and shigaraki brought a whole TV and gaming consoles to the beach, toga swimming and teaching twice how to swim, dabi cooking some BBQ while texting shouto asking how's he's doing. Compress is getting a tan and scolding shigaraki and spinner for bringing electronics to the beach. Big sis magne is not with them as she modeling in a big fashion show.

Just a happy little misfits being a family. 💗

Sorry anon! For the long reply! I wanted to share my opinions on the ending as well. Take care!

[callsign-joyride]

Summer of smut prompt “We have to be quiet. If you make a sound, I’ll have to stop.” With Jake!

Just What I Needed | Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: You and Jake sneak off for a quickie.

Content warnings: SMUT (18+), friends with benefits, unprotected p in v, semi-public sex (they do it in a closet so idk), orgasm denial if you squint, this one is really short (sorry!)

Prompt: "We have to be quiet. If you make a sound, I'll have to stop."

This was written for my Summer of Smut writing event. Feel free to send in requests!

Everyone had taken turns flying in pairs for the day. Mav, being too hungover to give instruction, walked in and told everyone to “figure it out”. You flew with Rooster, just before Hangman and Coyote.

“I’ll catch up with you later. My jet was making some noises that I didn’t like while we were in the air, so I’m gonna check it out.”

“Okay. Well, I hope everything ends up being fine. Let me know if you need help.”

“I will. Thanks.”

Bradley nodded and walked back towards the building. You heard the familiar rumble of jets taking off as you stood under your jet with tools. The sleeves of your flight suit had been tied around your waist, leaving you in a breathable white tank top as you started taking things apart. Even though it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, you quickly realized that you were due for an oil change and you had a few loose bolts. That explained the rattling.

You were capping the oil tank when Hangman and Coyote landed. You smiled as you heard them whoop and holler about whatever maneuvers they had done. Hangman laughed at something that Coyote had said before saying that he was going to check on you. 

“What’s going on over here?” He asked. 

“Oil change.”

“Cool. Do you think you could meet me by the locker rooms in like ten minutes?”

“Uh, probably. Yeah, I just gotta put some things back first.”

Hangman nodded his head and walked away while you cleaned up your area. The hallway to the locker rooms was mostly empty because it was late in the day. Most people had either gone home for the night or gone out to get something to eat. You were taken by surprise when strong arms wrapped around you and you were dragged back into a storage closet.

“Relax, it’s me. I needed to talk to you about something,” he said as he started to kiss your neck.

“Well, we never really do much talking, do we?” 

Hangman chuckled into your neck and started to push your flight suit down your waist. You melted into his arms when he started to harshly rub your clit and grind into you. You could feel his cock press up against you, and the sensation made you sigh. He stopped for a minute to pull your flight suit down to your ankles and rubbed between your folds. He groaned in your ear at the feeling of how wet you were and used his other hand to remove his flight suit.

Your hands were pressed up against the wall in front of you and Hangman pumped his cock before rubbing it in between your folds. He eased himself into you and you had to bite your lip to stifle a moan. His thrusts quickly picked up and you let out a yelp, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he gently placed a hand over your mouth and nibbled at your ear.

“We have to be quiet. If you make a sound, I’ll have to stop,” he said as he slowed down slightly. You nodded your head and he moved his hands to grab at your hips. He started to pound into you faster and harder and quickly pulled out with a sigh. You turned around as you felt his hot release on your back.

“I didn’t-,”

“I know. We both need to shower. D’you wanna hang later? Watch a movie or something?”

You sighed and put your clothes back on.

“Sure. My place? You won’t be able to spend the night, though. You know that, right?”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

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[overelegantstranger]

madpunk inflected mental health and hearing voices talk under the cut

i've been thinking about the hearing voices thing. For a little clarity I'm going to define my terms. by "hearing voices" I'm meaning three things:

the near constant thoughts of "you should die, you should kill yourself, everyone would be better off if you weren't around" that happen on my period, and which always feel like they're coming from, if not literally outside my head, outside "my space" in my head. At at least one point, they felt/sounded like they were coming from a female, mother-y person, whose voice was very specific and distinct

the similar, but not identical, thoughts that can happen when i'm, or possibly Tank is, struggling with feeling angry or resentful or upset. The last time he experienced it, he described it as an internal radio he couldn't get away from, to the point of trying to physically block his ears and drown it out. These often start as like, for example, "I can't believe they would do that" and might be Tank's or my thoughts, and escalate until they become a "radio", causing feelings of anger and resentment that are disproportionate to the thoughts that either of us would have laid claim to

The having of at least two other people in my head who seem able to project thoughts to me. This one is, in a way, the hardest to identify, because I thought it was normal for a long time, and I don't precisely know how much internal dialogue is "normal" and how much is potentially included in "hearing voices". So say I might be saying in my head "I'm just feeling x, y, z" and then I might "hear" "yeah, because a, b, c", such as you might have when telling a friend what you're feeling. and sometimes these dialogues would confuse me, like, why am i having these "yeah, and" thoughts? it's just rephrasing what i JUST said, or put words on what was vaguely in my mind. But overall I thought they were just normal and maybe they are.

I've been thinking about all these, but particularly the first two. Initially I was looking into menstrual psychosis, because psychosis is a "scary", stigmatised term and I wasn't sure if I had discounted it because of stigma (context: I maybe have PMDD but the timing is always on my period, never before. But menstrual psychosis, while timed correctly, doesn't seem to match my symptoms).

And I just kept thinking. There was something about being at therapy on Monday, and being openly plural and talking a little about my childhood, and having my pluralness accepted as fact, that made me kind of see it from outside and think that this isn't really super "normal", like, idk.

I guess, because my mum has depression, that me developing an intense anxiety issue and even OCD, is "normal". I realise for most people this is an Issue, but for me, while it's scary and awful and disabling, That's Just What Brains Do. I have at least four generations of mental health problems on that side, you know? I have just sort of absorbed the idea of being mentally ill without it shifting my mental perception of myself, because to me, it was as natural as being blue-eyed.

But now, I'm beginning to both clearly see that firstly, my anxiety and ocd was not a forgone conclusion and not an unfortunate genetic side effect but instead a response to how I was raised and how fucked up my childhood was, and see that what I'm experiencing now is something that someone outside of me might call insane (no stigma necessarily intended; we're a madpunk household).

Like, I was, while living with my parents, actively experiencing symptoms that are socially a shorthand for "insane". I still am now but the point is that that was so invisible I didn't even recognise it for the potentially worrying symptom it was. And maybe in a clinical sense what I'm talking about Isn't really hearing voices. I don't really know. But the point is I'm finally seeing myself as actively, actually, mentally ill, due to largely avoidable incidents and patterns of behaviour from my caregivers, and that those patterns of behaviour have, and i'm using this language for emphasis, actually driven me insane.

[lukiaxx]

Suspicious Minds thoughts

I finally got to read one of the Stranger Things books!

Suspicious Minds is a book written by Gwenda Bond and its Stranger Things prequel. It takes place in June 1969-September 1970 and it’s mostly about Dr. Martin Brenner and Terry Ives. We see how Terry started with this project and her experience with it. Don’t forget that everything thats in this book is secondary canon, that means that it may or may not be truth, or that if the show says something otherwise, it doesn't mean the book is complete nonsense.

I just wrote down some important information from the story, or some interesting facts. There’s a lot of them, so I color-coded them, bc why not, it’ll be better ig.

Terry’s personal life, her friends etc.

Brenner’s personal stuff

Kali’s personal stuff

how the experiment worked

terry trying to figure out whats the experiment abt

abt El

Brenner sorts out people into categories immediatly as he sees them(gender, hight, weight, race, intelligence estimate, potencial estimate)

Kali was 5 in 1969, so she was born in 1964, therefore was 20 in s2

b4 kali came to the lab, “the powers of other subjects we’re unsatisfying”

kali insisted on the name kali, didnt like when people called her “eight”

in 1969 terry had a boyfriend named Andrew, they and their friends used to smoke together(tho terry rather just drink, bc when she smoked she literally felt like seeing ghost)

terry worked as waitress

her roomate stacey told her abt some study where she participated. stacey said it was very weird and it wasnt worth the money(15$). terry didnt have that much money, so she tried it

becky was very protective over terry, but she approved bc they needed the money

becky lived in their parents house while terry lived in collage. it’s the same house as the one where they live now/in the show

terry was known as person who asks million questions

she pretended to be stacey at the experiment(it took place in psychology hall at their campus) bc she didnt sign in or sth and stacey was already signed up

terry wanted to change the world, she wrote letters to the congresmans etc., so she participated in the study bc she wanted to be “part of something big”

she was studying in bloomington, the following experiments took place in hawkins, where they(terry+other ppl that participated in the experiment)drove once a week

brenner was impressed by terry from the very start

in the first sitting they gave terry drugs and brenner asked her abt the worst day of her life(the day of her parents’ funeral-they both died in car crash) and tried some psychological stuff like “put all that pain and grief to a box and then throw the box away”

next time she went to the sensory deprivation tank

becky is four years older than terry

terry had the talent to leave good first impression

later terry didnt have to go to school thursdays bc the lab freed her and she got credit for the study(therefore she couldnt just leave the study cuz her grades depended on it)

terry participated in the study with three different people from her school;

Ken: even when they were looking for women to participate in the experiment, he said that his psychic abilities told him to participate

Alice: she wasnt studying, but she worked with her uncle in his auto-mechanic shop(idk hows it called), she tried to look as dirty as possible, so people would trust her with fixing their car

Gloria: was from a pretty rich family, studies biology and participated in the study bc she wanted to see how it works in labs. later she realized that the hnl may not be doing stuff as they should be

they didn’t know what’s the experiment for, but their theory was that maybe they’re trying to find some usage for LSD-that would explain why they gave them the drugs and did some like “excersises” with them

Alice was getting electro-shocks, once she saw “a monster with too long arms and flower-like head” in her mind, which could be demogorgon

once terry went to the wrong door in the hospital and met kali

kali said she likes secrets

terry thought kali might be brenners daughter(she called him papa), and maybe the experiment is for her, that shes sick and theyre looking for medicine for her

terry went to library and found mentions of three brenners but none of them was martin. got me thinking abt richard brenner theory

brenner thought he hypnotised terry and told her to bug phone at gloria’s parents’ store

terry wasnt hypnotised, so she remember it, and told gloria abt it. gloria was okay with putting it to the phone, cuz it wasnt their home phone, and didnt want terry to have a problem

kali eventually told brenner that “a nice pretty lady visited her and promised she’ll come back”

brenner didn’t want kali to meet other people except doctors, so she doesn’t lose her powers or sth

after she tried sensory deprivation tank, she got angry and didnt like it there, and that made her powers work

terry and her lab friends(+andrew) started to doubt abt the experiment and wanted to take some of the drugs they use at them to analyse them, go to brenners office and stuff like that

terry managed to get to brenners office(ken was pretending that he’s choking so everyone was distracted with him), she found files named “secret”, “mk ultra” and “indigo”.

she also found files named “001”,”002”,003”,…,”010”. after them she found file “project indigo”, so i assume that el, kali, henry etc. were all part of project indigo.

brenner later found out through camera footage where terry went

andrew dropped out of school bc he publicly stood up against Nixon during his speech abt the war in vietnam

since he wasnt in school anymore, he couldve been chosen to go to war

brenner wanted to “punish” terry for going around the hospitala nd stuff, so he called his friend in washington dc so they pick adrew to the war

during one trip, alice seen to the future and she saw El. she saw how she refused to do some experiment and then killed the guards(we saw this scene in the show in s1)

when kali was using her powers, she didnt struggle with starting, but it was hard for her to stop

brenner doesnt understand children(his words), but he considers himself to be “dad type”

six months after the start of the experiment(july-december 69) brenner noticed terry is pregnant(they were doing some tests on her and noticed it)

brenner didnt want terry to know that she pregnant(father is andrew btw), he told her that if she gets stomach pain, she shouldnt go to the doctor, bc they wouldnt know what to do with it, bc he said its bc of the drugs and gave her some medicine for it

terry was using “the void”

they thought the girl that alice saw(el) was in the hospital as some other children(we know it was in the future), so they decided to look for her(in alices mind)

they later figured out that alice saw the future, bc brenner was older, she saw cars she didnt recognize, machines that didnt exist yet…

in february terry was eating a lot bc of all the stress, so she thought shes gaining weight bc of that(but she was pregnant)

it kinda doesnt make sense that she didnt notice that she didnt have her period for like three months but idk

terry tells brenner to leave her alone, and thats exactly what he wants(he wants to make her angry, have emotions)

she talks to kali often in the void, they’re pretty good friends

kali used her powers to visit alice once(terry told kali abt her friends)

brenner was worried shell use her powers to escape

b4 andrew left for vietnam he broke up with terry(or they went on a break idk how to call it)(but andrew was very great boyfriend dw)

ken has some issues with his family, they never minded “weird” till he started dating a boy

terry asked kali to distract brenner

she went to brenners office again, she took pictures of the files, in the mk ultra file there were their files

kali told papa that she was talking to terry and he found the pictures she took(wasnt really mad tho)

he just gave her another manipulatational speech abt theyre the good guys

also the things with terrys period was solved that she still has her period, so ig the drugs messed sth up, but i dont think its biologicaly possible, but what do i know, ill just go with it

terry called some reporters from hawkins to come to hnl and werie artcile abt it

brenner said hes busy so they were with another doctor

the photograph suggested taking picture of him with the subjects and thats when the infamous photo was taken

at some point terry connected the dots and realized she’s pregnant

ken predicted that it’s girl

andrew died(i fucking cried)(terry found out by calling his parents)

terry didnt go to the lab bc of it

she wants to start a new life and disappear

ken named her baby jane(bc of jane goodall)

kali told brenner that alice sees in the future so he managed to get some form to permanently move alice to the lab

rest of them had a plan; glroia turned on the fire alarm, kali used her powers to make alice look dead, and terry went to alices room and started blaming brenner for her death(she knew that shes not dead btw). ken waited outside with a car. gloria pretended to be a doctor that took alices body to autopsy(brenner and his team probably never found out that alice actually didnt die). alice went to canada where part of her family lived and she stayed there. the rest of the gang went back home.

earlier that day brenner gave terry some drug or medicine and that made her water broke

i like it was “show-accurate” that her water broke in the kitchen, same as in the show, even the dialouge was the same

brenner was one of the doctors that were there and he just took el

thatd mean that els birth day is somwhere in june 1970 btw

terrys friends believed her that el/jane is alive

ken’s new boyfriend was a soldier and he worked for the hnl(what a coincidence) and he got a photo of El from somwhere(btw, ken said that he thinks/predicts that he’ll find love in hawkins so ig he was right)

that’s pretty much it

i really really liked this book, id love to read other stranger things books, but i dont think ill be able to do that cuz i cannot get any where i live. id recommend this book to everyone interested in stranger things, there’s no like mind blowing new facts abt the experiments, but it definitely gives you interesting information on how it actually might be. im the kind of person thatd like to know everything abt everything, so reading this book made me gain some new information abt my fav show, so it was really worth it. it was a very quick read, the book has like 317 pages, i managed to read it in like two days, so it was really anyway thats it ig yeah