#its so fucking hot out. im drowning in sweat

[thatdemiboymess]

I just voted, bitches.

[vampiricgf]

— VON LYCAON ; PROFESSIONAL DEMEANOR

warnings: fem reader, knotting, cervix fucking, unrealistic sex, creampie, size kink sorta, mentions of reader being smaller than him, I know he cums loud n abundant!!

sorry if this sucks it's my first time writing about knots pls be niceys to me im just horny >.< pst~ my zzz requests are open!

It was just so... adorable watching you struggle to take his knot all by yourself. The way your cheeks were so flushed from exertion and the many, many orgasms he'd given you over the course of the last hour or so, the way your skin glistened with sweat was so tantalizing his teeth practically ached to sink into the tenderness at the side of your neck.

Ordinarily Lycaon held himself to a higher standard, a requirement when dealing with the upper echelon of clientele that Victoria Housekeeping frequently partners with. But with you that carefully constructed veneer showed signs of wear, of cracks, as if you'd waltzed right up to him with a sledgehammer in your grasp.

As his fingers massaged careful, soothing circles into the backs of your thighs as he held your legs folded up to your chest he couldn't help but feel adoration for you in this moment. Not that he doesn't adore you all the time, always, but there's just something uniquely special about knotting you.

"Do you want my help?" He could barely get the words out, nearly cutting himself off in a ragged groan feeling your pussy clamp down around him again, walls desperately massaging his length and begging for what you both knew would finally grant fulfillment. And god did he want to give it to you, wanted to give you so much and your poor body would have no choice but to take it as he bore down on you against the mattress.

But he was mindful of your limitations, even in the heights of pleasure it was never far from his mind. He'd never be able to trust himself with you again if he caused you any harm, if he pushed too hard. But you're just so cute, begging to be filled up and held down until your glossy eyes are drowning with tears. You make it hard to be gentlemanly.

In between wheezing breathes you nod, pathetically whimpering as your arms lace around his neck and its all he needs before pulling out, agonizingly slow until just the tip of his throbbing cock rested heavily inside you. You gasped, crying out his name brokenly as his hips snapped forward, just hard enough to make you squeal before he felt the telltale pop of his knot slotting snugly against your walls.

With barely contained strength he used his upper body to push you deeper against the plush mattress, pressing his forehead against yours as his teeth instinctually bared with every spurt of hot, milky cum that drowned your cervix. He'd been so focused on you and your pleasure for the last hour or so that he honestly failed to realize just how badly he needed to cum, rocking against you to both ensure it filled up even the deepest parts of you and to hear you make those sweet little cries that he eagerly swallowed down as his lips pressed against yours in a kiss made of sloppy teeth and tongues.

Your walls fluttered around him, body greedily accepting the flood of sticky seed and it makes him more than a little lightheaded on the comedown. He stays inside you, holding you as your breathing evens out into a less frantic pace and your eyes flutter open to meet his. Despite being a bit far away he can tell you're present, and with a hum of satisfaction he presses a kiss to your hairline and finally slides out of you.

Pulling back to rest on his knees he helps you bring your legs back down, feet planted against the mattress but in an instant he freezes, captivated. The sight of his cum dripping from your still clenching hole, the sheer amount of it, and the way your mixed mess of cum and sweat made your inner thighs glisten makes his throat suddenly parched.

It's not lost on you, and despite your own exhaustion he watches the way your hand slides down your belly before swiping two fingers through your folds, gathering the pearly liquid on your fingers before gingerly circling your puffy clit.

It was absurd, how the sight had his cock twitching with renewed interest and he wondered briefly just how insatiable you really were.

He already knows how badly he wants to devour you, knows the amount of work it takes to keep the urge in check, but it seems you're determined to fully wrench that self control away from him.

And maybe he'll let you...

[moncharrow]

water polo player! abby

a/n: hey!! i know i said id be posting for ellie first but this thought hasn't left me for a month. i love the though of this oh my god i am feral. thanks for reading! rb or comment to support a lil fic author :) also i'm gonna be referring to water polo as a super gay sport and that's because it is xoxo i mean high contact with buff women. like.

-content/warnings: 1.4k, mentions of contact sport violence, smut scenes (strap, riding abby, nickname 'beautiful', semipublic sex in a locker room, fingering, oral (both receiving), gn reader but has a pussy, mentions of roughhousing in water/ drowning (not really drowning but yk)

men dni.

water polo is one of the most intense sports- it's high contact, rough, with a high probability of being punched, getting a black eye, etc

but when you're as buff as ms abby anderson here, it's not as big of a deal

there aren't really many set positions in wp, but the most important one is center- placed front-and-center of the goal, they're the person everyone looks to to get a good shot

center has to be dependable, strong, and fast

abby is perfect! her drive is amazing (ahem ahem) and she's constantly swimming like crazy to get into position so her team can rely on her

she started in high school, learning the ropes and getting to know the sport

got crazy good, and was definitely a very proud varsity athlete. she knows she's good, so why shouldn't she flaunt a bit?

im gonna be honest she absolutely wore her varsity jacket for way too long during freshman year in college

she joined her collegiate team (possibly on a small grant/scholarship) and met the most amazing team

it's hard to be queer in sports a lot of the time, but her entire team is queer/allied!! she has a space to be herself which she really appreciates

she blossoms on that team

every girl at her college absolutely drops their panties for her im not even kidding. its not even that fun to her because she just wants someone to love, not just a hookup

((that doesn't mean she rejects them all though))

the pretty center draws crowds to the natatorium

and that includes you, of course

you're a friend of the goalie and you're not all that into sports, but once you hear that the hot girl you've been thirsting over in org. chem is there?? it's all over, goodBYE

you are seated right in the action, front row of the bleachers, cheering in school colors, pretty eyes glimmering in the bright sun, sweat drops dripping down the front of your shirt

abby is fully focused on her game but when she's benched she gets a liiiiiittle distracted ngl

like i said though, she's mostly game face

but after a win? she feels like she's never lost. she's pure confidence and she decides to keep the streak going and see if she can successfully get your number

it's slightly awkward because when abby gets closer she sees that wow you are so much more attractive than she first thought when she had chlorine water in her eyes

so she just doesn't ask you out lolol she bails and bugs the goalie about you for the week leading up to the game, asking who you are, if you're coming next time, if you like this or that

her hands are so large and strong from gripping that ball... just imagine what they could be used for !

her thighs are absolutely massive- she has to stay above the water somehow, and the kicking she has to do has sculpted her into a thunder-thigh goddess

eating her out is insane because she fucking clamps down on your head with her thighs LMAO

broad shoulders that you can hold while riding her

strong shoulders that you grip and squeeze onto for dear life every night before a game as she plows into you for "good luck"

-the room is filled with the rhythmic slapping of her skin against your thighs as she grips your hips and bucks up into you.

"taking it so well for me, huh? my little good luck charm..." and you can't say anything. you just whine as you feel every muscle in her body working overtime to treat you just right

the veins in her forearms throb and pop out as she bounces you up and down, touching and squeezing and groping everywhere she can. she looks up at you cheekily, biting her lips and grinning. "there we go, beautiful, look 't you go"

"i'll be sore tomorrow" she says. it isn't a complaint. she says it's her favorite workout

yeah she says she's done but she's also finger fucking you in the locker room during half-time

-"sorry coach, i'll be quick, i promise!" abby lifts herself out of the pool with pure upper body strength, muscles tensing and water dripping off her like some kind of lesbian wet dream. when she promises haste, she means you'll be quick, because you know the drill. you're already amongst the rows of lockers as abby pushes you against them, sliding past your underwear and shoving her fingers in. her thumb is on your clit, middle and ring fingers finding your g-spot immediately and going at it relentlessly. "think you can do 5 minutes for me, beautiful?

-you can because she won't accept anything else. you're cumming all over her fingers, groaning at the overstimulation as she fucks you through it. when you're done, she pulls out, inserting her fingers into her mouth and cleaning them. you shoot her a playful dirty look as she jogs back out the locker room door

-"thanks for the pep talk, babe!" girl.

she wins every game and says it's because of you

it's sweet, but she's just that good of an athlete

but if you met her because you play too? oh get ready for a whole 'nother world

you're her defense during practice, in the trenches with her and jumping over her shoulders to make sure she doesn't get the ball

but she'll do petty shit to fluster you, like turning and kissing your shoulder and holding your hand in the middle of wrestling for position like ???

-"anderson!" the team captain reprimands. she gives a cheeky smile and puts her game face back on, pinching your thigh underwater where nobody can see

water polo players' love language is straight up drowning people. like the coach yells for everyone to meet him in the corner of the pool and instead she's fucking barrelling toward you, wanting to pull you under

when you're waiting to practice throwing the ball into the goal, she'll slide under the surface and tug at your ankles to pull you

when you come back up, she's giggling like a child and acting like it was another teammate

-"abby, i know it was you, you idiot!" you say, grinning

despite not really having jerseys like in other sports, abby will have you wear her team merch with logos

you wear last year's team shirt to bed, her flannel pants to class, her two-piece tops when you go to the beach with her

you go crazy for her when she's in her polo suit. they're tight so that players can't get grabbed, but it's tight in all the right places

it showcases abby's broad shoulders and slutty waist, curving around her chest and tastefully contouring her back muscles

thank god for this sport, you think

she always complains about how the suit rides up her butt, giving her a slight wedgie, but it gives you perfect access to her tight ass

smacksmacksmack

-"can you hold off for one minute, babe?"

-"no."

it's like there's no person attached to that ass. and she's just as obsessed with yours dw! she uses those big hands to grasp your entire cheek and land a harsh slap! on there that makes you jump. she just smiles n laughs

water polo! abby who takes you out to dinner after games and ends up stealing your food because "ohmygodbabeimsohungryyoudontevenunderstand"

it's like she's never eaten

speaking of eating... (im sorry)

she will throw your legs open when she eats you out. if you try to shut them she'll use the full force of her forearms to pin your thighs down and dig her face deeper in your pussy, sucking and licking like a woman starved

who wrote that. i didn't. anyways..

you put her hair up in a fishtail braid for her !! then she'll ask you to put her swim cap on and give you a cute smile when you screw it up

-"i fucked it up! sorry!"

-"babe it looks great" while she's tucking all her shorter hairs into the bottom of it

if her team is winning by a lot, she'll mess around a bit and point at you after she scores a goal, and you roll your eyes and your face feels hot because she's so ridiculous

but you do feel a lil special.

anyways water polo abby mi amor :3333 take me in the locker room

[chweverni]

my 3teen gang as songs from my playlist (except i barely use spotify)

ik i did one like this before BUT I SWEAR ITS DIFFERENT HERE! the previous one was my favorite songs and this is from my play..list? (i js realized how weird that sounds) BUT GUYS THIS IS ON THE OCCASSION THAT I DID SO WELL ON MY ENGLISH TEST OMFGG

@mellowdyverse (mai, my soulmate <3) - on and on (tyla) ahem. *sweats profusely* this song is literally so hot and cool at the same time, it screams mai in the sense that she's captivating as a person. her long, black, shiny hair; her deep (dark) brown eyes i could (literally) drown in; her addictive personality (bc i wait for her texts EVERY MOMENT) and the way she puts literally ALL her effort into showing you that your love infact is reciprocated by her. (i still hope this song choice isnt too weird for your liking ;-;) the way we connected so instantly makes me feel like there's a red thread of fate somewhere connecting us bc never have i ever clicked w someone this fast (not lying!). it takes me literal AGES to open up to someone so when i first started to talk to you, i was so nervous of losing you haha so i tried my best to keep the conversation going (dont regret it now)

@247yuyu / @leehanascent (yuyu, my mashu <3) - lucid dream (aespa) "no i cant stop love!" need i elaborate? ;) lucid dream by aespa literally has me on a chokehold just like yuyu's out here making me hold my breath with every thing she writes back because when i tell yall she THINKS about everything she writes, i mean it. she also really really matches my energy bc have yall seen our mattbin / haobin interactions? if not i suggest u check it out cuz those posts give me that extra dopamine i need to go about w my day happily :) yuyu's presence is like a happy pill which i dont think ill stop taking anytime soon :( (NOM NOM NOM)

@hyunhanie (lili, #bffsnextdoor) - nostalgia (crush) the day i stop assigning you crush's songs is the day i start lying. literally. crush is like my comfort artist just like how lili is my comfort person :) ill take the stage to appreciate her cat (murrp murrp meow) doodle of me bc 1) HOWD YOU KNOW I LIKE GINGER CATS //// 2) THW FUCKING HALO OVER MY HEAD IM- MISS MA'AM THATS SUPPOSED TO BE OVER YOUR HEAD

like livi.. thats your accessory :( since i like drawing too i will def stir up some doodles (on paper bc im broke js like that) bc that eye reveal was enough for me to come to the conclusion that you're as pretty as your personality!!!!! i love you so so so so so so much lili <333

and thats all! 3teen gang lives again!!!

[kpopscruggles]

its 🏳️‍🌈 anon here im on vacation so im gonna tell this pent up frustration cause i cant jerk off huhu (gonna make it gay and i cant write so sorry)

a. part time gym trainer college student sungchan surprised that his classmate/crush walk into his gym and having to touch his crush because hes in love with a twink that has never hold a weight before. it ends with a drink or dare where his crush dared sungchan to do push ups and every push up he tries to say his crush's name and after he did it 20 times sungchan dares his crush to do crunches while moaning his name for 20 times

"come on yn u could do more than 5" sungchan said holding your legs while you are laying down obviously red and sweating. sungchan tried his best not to fuck you right then and there.

seeing you struggle do your 6th crunch made sungchan go feral "sungc-" sungchan kisses you passionately

"god i love your voice. but i love shutting you up more"

b. school heartbreaker heeseung (idk if u like enha much but hesjdjjf) always winning his football fuck list competition where they pick a name from a fish bowl and get them to fuck then before finals. with a team full of visuals its not hard but it turned into a challenge when the team decided to prank heeseung's last time playing the game as a senior.

"dude wtf why did you wrote y/n. hes a man!" hee protested

"oh come on dude its obvious how much you wanna fuck this man" jake replied

"DUDE EWW? im not gay + hes a really nice person hes cute hes hella smart hes fun to talk to he does this cute smile when hes especially talking to me an-"

"uh huh the guy youre talking about thats "not ur crush" is right over there" jake put emphasis on not ur crush with finger quotes

oh fuck. hes cute. was all he said on his head when he saw yn

"damn heeseung thought you would last longer than that?" yn said but heeseung just blanked out remembering the first time he saw you before doing the game

"heeseung?" "i love you" it was yn's turn to blank out as all he hesrd after that was a slurs of i love you while heeseung messily drove yn to his high

c. its hard being alone in your 20s especially with drowning yourself in your work while having no one to share anything with: your problems, your success, everything. and its really bad when you have no social life because you cant rant to someone about your two hot buff dilf neighbors who live together.

"they're prolly not into me im a twink theyre daddies maybe thats why they live together" you said over and over again while trying to not look at your neighbors infront of you wearing nothing but sweatpants

"eyes up here sweetheart" sunghoon said

"yk if you want this you could just ask" sungchan said while pointing on his yk what

d. drunk yn has been ranting to his best friend sungchan about his single life, he had always done this but its new years and sungchan is sick and tired of yn's shenanigand

"yn really again? yk what suck it" he opened his jeans and showed his dick thats bulging from his underwear

"are u fucking serious?" yn asked

"deadass. im sick and tired of you ranting that youre a single virgin every year. especially when i could be the one to solve that problem"

"what?" good thing yn didn't heard the last part sungchan said

"are you gonna suck it or not?"

thats all i got 😵‍💫😵‍💫 IDK IF ITS RVEN OK

Sungchan is DEF NOT hiding the fact that he’s enjoying every moment of his name coming you your mouth!!! And when your doing crutches he’ll hold your feet but end up just running his hands up your hips “cmon baby keep up…you can’t grow weak just yet” and his hands with just fiddle with the waistband of your shorts!!! Seeing you struggle would also kill him untill he just smiles “take a rest, you’ll need some energy for what I’m gonna do to this cute body of yours”

Heeseung!!!!!! (I love this plot and yes I love enha) this is definitely something he then can’t go without! He’ll become feral to the point that if you two begin dating or not he’s gonna brag ab you, ab how you make him a cum covered mess, he doesn’t care!!! After every game he’s fucking you because that’s how you give him a lil reward!!!! CAR SEX AFTER PRACTICE!!! He’s just annoyed that his coach was being a dick and just rails you in the backseat of his car while ranting to you at the same time 😭😭

“You wanna see it up close?” Sunghoon would go fucking feral too see you drill over his cock, especially while it’s just in sweatpants “I can give you a little peek if your be a good boy for me, can you do that baby? Hmm?”

Sungchan will just slowly pump his cock “go on, I know you want too which pisses me off even more that I still have to hear you complain..”

[catholicdogxxx]

every single thought i had abt one piece live action

alvida is so hot im praying when she comes back she’ll have the slip slip fruit and still be fat please god.

introducing zoro with baroque works instead of with helmeppo was fucking genius, and mr 7’s redesign is pique. and the gore of zoro killing mr 7? sets a great fucking precedence.

binks brew playing in the background of the flash back where luffy eats his fruit >>>>>

i want a copy of nami’s book as merch

i love the little homage to the original of luffy planning to just fly in

having luffy be there for the scene with helmeppo and rika >>>>

ive said it once ill say it a thousand times how do they manage to make zoro even gayer. ill never get over the whimpering caption with helmeppo just crawling on the ground.

nami girlboss girlslaying even

zoro you cryptic little gay freak “then he owes me money” “didnt wanna make a mess”

im mad they didnt make captain morgan tell helmeppo he didnt beat him as a kid is bc he’s too pathetic to hit.

captain “we should be working for the same team” morgan. bro you are an elder fag preying on a young gay man. THE SHOULDER TOUCH???

roronoa “i kinda got my own thing going on” zoro

“7 days? i could catch up on my sleep”

“when i get down from here, you’ll be the one begging.” MY GOD YOU FAG

tag urself im the bead of sweat in zoros eyebrow

“get lost”

“i am.. lost”

“heyhey no. dont do that.”

my god nami’s actress is perfect the body language, tone of voice, its so accurate to how she was pre joining strawhats. and GOD her facial expressions in her first fight scene w luffy…

zoro almost dipping then deciding he wants to fight lmao i love it

“arent you that drunk from the bar?”

“glad i made an impression.”

morgan you didnt capture shit

inaki did a great job making luffy still look animated.

zoro cutting helmeppos hair is so fucking funny

garp knew exactly who it was when he first got that call

buggy youre sitting like SUCH a slut

buggy loves talking abt shanks like he’s an ex boyfriend

i wanna see what else buggy can do

zoro definitely had sex with cabaji and then killed his brother

i could watch yasopp shoot people all day

shanks casting is so well done im obsessed with the fact that none of the characters are the conventionally attractive roblox looking types

also the timing of luffy being drowned and the flashback to shanks saving him… timed perfectly great depiction of ptsd. same thing with zoros flashbacks.

“why gonna rob the place blind?”

“at least a little blurry”

i love the wlw mlm solidarity with nami and zoro, oh my god the scene of them getting dressed and nami picking out a shirt for him??? obsessed.

zoros pink ass drink

FUNKY BAR MIRROR BALL???

“arlonggg babyyyy”

“you dont think she like. like likes me do you?”

i love the way the meowmin twins move when theyre fighting in the stairwell

luffy grinning like a freak through kuros blades :333 and then the fucking thumbs up

luffys look to nami when kaya says they have a ship

damn they really just fucking murked merry

“they do know im the captain right?”

“let them have this one”

“we are” playing while they leave syrup village im obsessed

nami laughing for probably the first time in years at usopp and luffy fighting over who’s the captain

i could write an essay about the fear in garps eyes in that flashback (im going to)

“which way is port?”

“the left!”

“neverrrrrrr!”

“fine ya brat have it yer wae”

garp laughing bc he’s actually invested in his job again

the camera lense while luffy is smelling the baratie is fucking hilarious

“add food to the equation and suddenly he knows how to navigate”

ive said it once i’ll say it a thousand times inaki does a great fucking job making luffy still look animated

ill never get over sanji’s accent its so fucking fan indulgent

the little angry kick after he puts em on the fucking ground

“welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambiance is the food. my name is sanji what can i get for you?”

“any drinks one of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal?”

“apologies madam didnt see you there. would you care for an apéritif to start?”

sanji is such a freak oh my god i love him

zoro pointing it out is so fan indulgent

zoro grinning like an idiot when nami says “i need a drink”

im obsessed with usopps fishbowl

sanji’s smile talking about the all blue WAHHHH

i love live action sanji cooking

his fucking theme playing oh my god

zoro and nami comparing usopp to a sea slug

“i had friends”

“swords dont count”

“i had one friend”

“hell one more than i have”

zoro you fucking freak

why is he standing like that fucking fag

“because youre my friend you idiot” NAMI WAHHHHHHHH

zeff is so hot omfg

sanji’s desperate baby scream breaks my heart

i really like they went using with the original manga plotline for sanji’s backstory

“id eat both arms and legs to save zoros life”

putting buggy in the bag is so fucking funny

that zoom in on sanji yelling “zeff” what was that

god i love sanji and zeffs fight

zoro waking up scene is fucking adorable

zoro you fucking devoted freak i love you

ill never get over sanji’s theme

“the only thing i wanna hear from you is dinner specials”

baby nami is perfectly cast

BLACK NOJIKO BLACK NOJIKO

buggys body pinned up at arlongs base lmfao

“arlong has bled us dry”

“then find more blood”

i love helmeppo sitting like that lmao

bellemere’s death scene always makes me tear up jesus christ

“i thought itd take a lot more liquor to bring out your mutinous side.”

why was arlongs speech edited like that oh my god

“of course i will” makes me tear up every fucking time

nami drawing her maps in fucking blood is such great symbolism

“you look tired, maybe you should take a break”

“maybe you ought to get back in the kitchen”

“quit screwing around! luffy needs us!”

“you just got here you dont know what luffy needs.”

“i know he needs my cooking.”

“putting two slices of bread together?”

telling buggy to shut up in unison lmao

“im gonna get outta here.” while flipping them off

“fucking clown.”

USOPP EXPLODING STAR U GOAT

“i get it zeff was mean to you boohoo”

“you dont ever badmouth nami.”

“now youve done it.”

god i love taz skylar

“all great fighters call out there finishing moves”

“yeah youre gonna fit in just fine.”

SANJI WANTING TO HUG NAMI AND HER RUNNING PAST LMFAO

“back for seconds must have liked it.”

“at least i dont need 3 swords to prove im a man.”

garp jus beating the shit out of luffy

nami hitting nezumi >>>>>

god i fucking love nami talking at bellemeres grave

“i know what it means to fight for your family.”

luffy’s reaction to his bounty im in love

koby what was that gay ass look you want to kiss luffy so bad dont you

“be a good marine.”

“be a good pirate.”

luffy mimicking his poster

god i love makino

kaya with a different tea looking healthy 😭

luffy’s bounty up under employee of the month

BUGGY AND ALVIDA BUGGY AND ALVIDA BUGGY AND ALVIDA

god i love garp

helmeppo learning to be swordsman :33

“maybe the old chef was right. it id your turn.”

“i can still take you.” not in a fight…

their jolly roger 🥺🥺🥺

[telepathicapathy]

Im gonna fucking scream

[smutteedreams]

OR SO YOU THOUGHT

Madara x reader

WARNINGS: nsfw, smut, 18+, ansgty emotional sex, parts of canon

a/n: a lot of authors and their works inspired this fic and im listing all of them here. make sure you check them out:

'Fragments' by @persephones-darkness'

Demons' by @kuramakakashi

'First heartbreak' by @thelovehashira143

'Map to hope' by @madarasthicc

Song- 'Again' by Noah Cyrus and xxxtentacion

Armor.

Headband.

Anxious hands hurried to discard clothes.

Gripping, tugging flesh and hair, desperate for each other. No words were said as urgency took the reins, leading both of you to your bed, holding onto each other anyway possible- sheer adrenaline and raw emotions drowning question and reason; his hands cupping and pinching the swell of your breasts, you arched into his touch dangerously.

There's nothing left for me here anymore.

The words he said minutes prior rang in your ears. Silence hung heavy in the air before the atmosphere crackled and you were on each other. You kissed him harder and with more fervour, trying to push away those thoughts. He reciprocated- his chafed hands picked you up before hurling you on the mattress, the sickly sweet moonlight blanching your supple naked body.

Madara wasted no moment in pouncing over you, his slacks thrown into the recesses of your room- a room bearing testimony to many such erotic nights, but not quite like this...no, not the same way, never the same way, The fear, agony, desperation intermingled with such irrepressible need for each other, twisted to mad, selfish hunger.

Hickeys that cracked your skin and drew blood in an attempt to mark you forever bloomed on your bosom. Madara stood up, rethinking his choices and decisions, doubt, pain and something akin to love lined his face- a deadly expression that could have made you crumble had you looked at it for a few seconds more. You pulled him back to you, back to where he belonged, or so you thought. He surrendered to your touch in total abandonment as you got on top of him, straddling his waist, his eyes dead and distant. So, you attached your lips to his again, hoping to reach the pits of his heart that had dark tar swirling in its depths. He seemingly came back to you as his hands found refuge on the softs of your thighs as he helped you ease himself into you. Throwing your head back, you let out a broken whimper of his name, prompting him to thrust all the way in while holding you down. His hands guide you to a rhythm as you hunch over his laid out frame, closing any distance, his hands knotted into your tresses, pulling harshly.

"Y/n...I can't..."

You hardly heard him with his staff splitting you in half, neither could you care any less- your peaks reaching a ceremonious high, breaths ragged, sweat beading on your back.

"God, I love you Y/n..." he rasped as his pace faltered.

"Tell me again."

"What?"

"Tell me that you love me again Madara!"

You scream-cried while sitting up to look directly at him, your eyes piercing his soul.

"I...love you...FUCK Y/n".

Again.

And again.

And again.

Madara chanted those words while drilling himself into you and ending in a explosive release that left you both shaking.

You rested your spent body over his and touched foreheads, sobbing from the mind-breaking high and also, hoping that this was enough for him to stay, that you were enough for him to stay.

.

.

.

Golden morning hues rolled in making you realize you'd fallen asleep. A smile tugged at your corners as memories of hot, writhing bodies and Madara's confessions of love eased into your mind.

"Good morning Mada-"

You turned around to search for his doting eyes but were met with a cold empty bed and a scratched headband-his headband- placed in front of a picture of when he kissed you for the first time.

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Ok so hear me out...

This is my first smut after a fucking year I am extremely out of practice.

But I’ll try my best

@simpingforthisonedeer 👀

Gojo Satoru x Dom!fem!reader

This contains themes not suited for minors!!

Includes - choking/ orgasm denial/handjob/blowjob/Gojo being needy

“When you said you wanted to try something different...” a surprised gasp cut him off before he continued “this was certainly not what I expected”

Gojo Satoru was currently being chained to the bed by you, nervous sweat slowly starting to form along with a faint blush coating his beautiful face.

“Do you want me to stop?” You whispered in his ear, grinding your knee against the growing bulge in his underwear.

He let out a soft moan, moving his hips upwards to add more friction, but your hands pressed his hips back down on the bed, looking down at him with an unreadable expression on your face.

“I asked you something, Satoru”

“Fuck, please don’t stop” the way he looked up at you through his lashes, the faint marks of your lips on his neck and the dim lighting made him look absolutely stunning.

“What do you want me to do?”

You traced the outlines of his abs, slowly making your way further down, stopping at his V-line and lazily drawing shapes on his warm skin.

“Touch me..” his voice was shaky, but he was not ready to give in completely just yet.

But you wanted to see him beg.

Your hand made its way down to his crotch, palming his erection painfully slow and applying pressure, enjoying the sweet whine that escaped his lips.

You slowly pulled his pants down along with his underwear, the cold air hitting his dick making him gasp.

You traced the vein on it with your finger, never breaking eye contact with Gojo, who was now struggling not to move his hips upwards and thrust into your hand.

“Touch me more..” he whispered and let out a loud groan when you suddenly slapped his thigh.

“When did I say you could order me around, baby?” You cooed, rubbing the spot where a hand print was already forming.

He muttered a quick apology and you continued, giving his dick a few experimental strokes, enjoying the way he gasped every time you let your breath ghost over the reddened tip.

“What do you want me to do, Satoru?” Your seductive tone made him shiver, but he wasn’t ready to submit yet.

“I think you know what I wa- hey!” You stopped your actions completely, moving back to sit on your heels.

Satoru’s hips immediately bucked upwards, trying to follow your hand, but he was again restricted by your hands pushing him down.

“I said...” you moved closer to his face, biting down on his neck before continuing

“..what do you want me to do?” You punctuated with a grind of your clothed pussy against his member.

The friction of the fabric against his neglected dick made him desperate for any sort of friction.

“I want you to touch me more.. please..let me cum”

Smirking against his ear, you grabbed his member again, each stroke slowly gaining more speed, Satorus moans getting more high pitched as you continued.

“Like this?” You asked, moving your head so you can look into his beautiful eyes.

He stared back with flushed cheeks, sweat rolling down his forehead.

He looked absolutely beautiful, hair matted to his head, the dim lighting framing him, vulnerable under you, it brought a wave of heat down do your core, your panties getting wetter by the second.

You continued with the movement, watching the facial expressions of your boyfriend closely, the way his eyes pressed shut every time you applied more pressure and the way his soft lips opened when he was about to let out a moan.

“Yes- oh god I am going to-!”

As soon as the words left his lips, you moved your hand away from his dick and towards his mouth.

After he let out a strained groan and thrashed against the sheets before you swiped a soaked finger across his plump lips and told him to suck.

His tongue licked your fingers clean, letting him taste himself while tugging at the chains that didn’t allow him to touch you.

You got up and removed your bra and underwear, making an extra effort to give him a show while doing it, the expression on his face showing how much he wanted to be inside you right now.

You crawled back on the bed, gripping his leaking dick and slowly lowering your body onto him.

You stopped before he could enter you, looking at him with a smirk.

“Do you want me to ride you, Satoru? Tell me how bad you want it”

“Yes! Please just fuck me, I need it! Oh fuck!” You guided his dick to your entrance and let him enter your warm womanhood, letting out a loud moan yourself.

You steadied yourself with your hands on his chest admiring the way it moved up and down rapidly, his head pressed down into the pillow beneath him.

You moved up again, pulling out until only his tip was inside, before slamming down, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with your moans.

Satoru was now moaning without hesitation, head thrown back and drool dribbling down his chin.

You grabbed his chin and joined your lips into a passionate kiss, your tongue exploring his mouth and one of your hands grabbing his hair and pulling, letting a whimper escape his throat.

You could feel him twitching inside you, your walls tightening around him so deliciously, he could feel his orgasm approaching.

“Im gonna cum (Y/N)..” he panted after moving his lips away from yours, a thin line of saliva still connecting you.

As much as you wanted to cum yourself, you stopped your movement completely, him buried completely inside of you.

“Oh god! Please please please just let me cum! I need it!” He thrusted up into you and without even caring that he moved you began moving along with him.

“Satoru.. you’re filling me up so good” you moaned.

“Fuck you’re so hot.. I can’t hold it much longer... please..can I?” He begged, biting his lip, his orgasm approaching fast.

“Count down from 3... then you may cum” you spoke, scratching his abs and moving down to lick over his hardened nipples.

“Three, two..”

you gripped his throat.

“Slower!”

Satoru was now shaking underneath you, completely drowning in the pleasure you were giving him, entranced by your dominating form sitting above him.

“Thre- ah!”

You gripped his throat tighter.

“Two...” another loud moan.

You started moving even faster, the wet sounds and Satorus moans the only thing on your mind as you lowered yourself on him even faster, your walls gripping him tight.

“One!”

As soon as the word left his lips he threw his head back, eyes rolling back and a high pitched whimper leaving his lips.

You felt the warm sensation of his cum filling you up, your own release coming right after, dropping on his chest with your mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

After the both of you came down from your high, you moved of of him, both of your juices dripping down your thighs.

You moved downwards and gave his dick a few kitten licks, making Satoru jolt in surprise.

“Wh- I just came! Wait, So sensitiv-ah!”

“Who said we’re done yet~?”

[chans-starlight]

Sweat, Tears And Roses

Words: 1,6K Member: Bang Chan Include:Smut, hard dom Chan, dirty talk, degradee, aftercare

Chan groaned, the empty text book on the table give him much bigger problems than anything else. His fingers frustratedly ran through his hair. 

Stray kids comeback was so close and since it wasn't frustrating enough, Chan managed to lose one of the important tracks from that album,  he really needed to write this last song. But his head and thoughts were empty, it's like someone just erased every word he knew.

On the second hand, you were waiting home for Chan. It was late but you were used to that, Chan never came home before twelve. It was one of those days when you feel really needy, but you didn't want to bother Chan while he's working so you patiently waited for him.

Christopher sighted, he knew that he wouldn't be able to write his lyrics today, He packed his things and decided that the best thing is going home.

He felt so close to crying. He really needed to relieve his stress. The whole way home Chan was thinking a lot. But at the end all his thoughts end up with you. He smiled to himself, wanting to be home in your arms as soon as possible. He felt like he might take you out for dinner.

But that thought left his mind when he came home and saw you, You were waiting for him in the living room. Red lace lingerie beautifly showed your body, Chan gulped. Feeling the hot and warm feeling, his erection starting to wake up.

You come close to him. Your hand touched Chan's cheek as he leaned into your touch. Your beautiful soft lips connected with his and he hoped that this moment could last forever.

“I know you have too much work lately and We could relieve your stress, you know. How does that sound, baby?” Your lips touched his neck skin leaving wet kisses in process. Chan smirked knowing what's in your mind. 

He nodded and your next word drove him crazy; “Does this mean you’re going to make love to me tonight, Christopher?” His mouth drops open slightly, but he recovers quickly.

“No,y/n  it doesn’t. Firstly, I don’t make love. I fuck… hard. Secondly, i really should do other things. and thirdly, you don’t yet know what you’re in for” he caressed your cheek.

You leaned into his touch and looked into his eyes “Please, I want you to ruin me. I want you to use me till I can't walk the next days, I want you to use me till I can't see through my tears. Please Daddy” you pouted. 

Chan knew it, and who was he to tell you no.nHe groaned “it’s for me, not you. Do you understand?” He throws you on the sofa behind you, trapping you under his body.

And like fire ignited, Chan threw himself on you like a wild animal. He didn't care if he ripped your clothes or not. Everything he wanted to see was you naked, hear you moan and scream his name. He fastly took his clothes down in a second as he laid above you, his erection finding its place between your legs.

Do you want it to be inside you?” He caressed his dick several times. ”Yes” Chan moaned under your touch “Ask me politely!” you nodded “Can you put it into my pussy, pretty please daddy?” That was the last straw, Chan was impatient and before you could register what's happening he's erection was already roughly pushed into you.  

You liked this side of Chan but your hands find a way around his bare back, slowly going up into his hair.

Chan changed his position and lay on his side behind you, facing the same direction as you do. He carefully entered you from behind, but his thrusts weren't slow. You brought your top leg over him, keeping one leg down and second on his hips.  Making it easier for him to thrust into you, Chan hand tightly wraps around your waist. Thrusting mercilessly into you, making your mouth leave loud vocal moans.

He wet-kisses your neck, “Do you like it, kitten? How does it feel being all full with my cock, you enjoy it, right babygirl?”, you wanted to answer him so badly,tell him how much you love being his toy, but your attempt end with you being only a moaning mess.

Chan laid  under you on his back, bringing you on top of himself. Bending his knees slightly, feet planted on the ground for more stability. You decided to straddle him then, being on your knees. Learning forward on your hands, positioning yourself to be slightly raised above him. You moaned,feeling Chan dick inside you brought you so much pleasure, your eyes rolled back when Chan started to bang into you from underneath. “I'm gonna make you come so hard that you can't remember your name.” Chan groaned while he thrusted into you more fastly,intimately.

His words were forgotten,because you drowned in the way his dick touched the deepest part of your pussy. The pleasure Chan give you was too much. eyes rolled back, hot saliva coming from the corner of your mouth.

 Tears of pleasure rolling down your cheek, your world spinning. “Why are you crying?” Chan asked, you could see he was worried a little, you wanted to answer him but everything you could do was moan.

Chan spanked your ass “Look at me while im fucking you so good and answer my question, be a good girl for me” His words only make you moan more while he bang into you harder then before. 

His hand find place on your neck, sgueezing it little while he fuck you from behind. Your back against his chest, his thrust so deep that your eyes rolled back. ”Please don’t stop”, you moaned out. “Say my name slut” Chan pulled on your hair. “Daddy, please don’t stop. It feels so good” 

“You want to be used, hmm? like my little toy, like the little bitch you are, my own personal slut”, Chan growls and throws you down on the sofa roughly, yet carefully enough to not hurt you.

Chan pushed you down,laying on top of you. 

Your legs on each side of him, wrapping around his back. His dick thrust fastly into you, pushing on the opposite side of your g-spot. His hand wrapped around your neck "I can't wait to make you scream my name, kitten" he's voice is rough, deeper than usual. 

Chan's hand moved, finding your pussy; tracing a circle with his fingers over your clitoris. “I want you to look in my eyes when you finish.” His stern look,the slightly opened mouth which leaves some groans and moans, push you even closer to the edge. You were feeling it, the familiar knot in your stomach.

Your body hardens, his thrust pushes you over as your body starts to shake unconditionally, Relaxing all your muscles, making the world spin as your orgasm comes. Chan thrusted into you several times, with last groans he came into you,painting your walls white.

You two layed down breathlessly. After a moment Chan spoke, “You were daddys good girl, i think you deserve reward” he kissed your cheek as he carried you in his arms.cYou two step into the bathroom, he softly put you down in the warm water. You left out a deep breath.

You expected tonight to be already over but you couldn't be more wrong. Chan comes to you from behind, his hands rest on your stomach but after a moment his hand goes down to your already bare core, his lips kisses your neck. You leaned into his chest as your head fall on side to give him more space. ”Channie..” You whispered but your man didn't listen.

“I still didn’t thank you enough for letting me take out all the stress on you, especially in such an enjoyable way” Chan smirked,his breath hitting your neck. “You know,I've been thinking about seeing you naked all day” you bit your lower lips, but you didn't expect Chan's next move.

He suddenly snapped, taking your waist bringing you up and positing you back down on his cock, both moaning out of the pleasure and closeness. “You really should not test me, kitten. I don’t think you're in the position to not obey me” his hands take you from each side of your waist and he roughly pushes you up and down on his erection. You moaned, the sound of water and skin slapping, you ride his dick; enjoying the feeling of being full.

You watched as the rose petals swam around you,taking some into your hand. For a moment forgetting that the love of your life has his dick inside you. His hand wrapped around your waist,kissing your back. His thrusts bring you back into reality. 

Chan stopped pushing into you, his dick stayed in your pussy.You wanted to push away but Chan tightly held your waist, preventing you from moving. His dick inside you, the warm of the water makes you suddenly so sleepy, making you realize how tired you actually are.

“Chan..” you whisper,he hums in response as he takes care of you, washing your body and hair with lemon shampoo. His soft touches made you feel so relaxed and loved. You wanted to feel the warmth of his skin on yours.

You leaned against his chest, eyes closing. The last words you hear before you drift into the dreamland, were Chans soft “I love you”.

[alolowrites]

Midnight Fantasies

Summary: Shinsou reminds you why you’ll always love him. 

Song Inspiration: “Repeat After Me” by The Weeknd

Author Note: *gasp* Did I actually post a new story and it’s NSFW?!? Crazy, I know. I’m honestly surprised it’s not Bakugou doing the honors LMAO. It’s my first attempt writing a NSFW fic, so I am nErVoUs ahsdksjd. I really like how it turned out; y’all can thank The Weeknd for this.

MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT. PLS. 

Warnings: Aged-Up Characters; Fem!Reader; Oral Sex (Female receiving); some basic, vanilla, sex tbh (baby steps y’all). Unprotected sex (whoops); Slight angst?? I’m sorry, I had to. Not sure if im missing something else....

Word Count: 1.6K+

3:16am

A tiny flame burns quietly on your bedside table, casting a glow on your whimpering face. You sink further into the silky pillows and close your eyes—his sinful touches are heavenly. They are the cure to the madness that was eating you alive the last few nights. But tonight, oh, tonight is different as strong hands roam along your body, treasuring each curve like a precious gift sent from above.

You let out a shaky breath, your fingers curling on the soft covers that probably won’t survive once the morning sun rises. But you don’t care as you feel his lips explore every inch of your bare shoulder. He moves toward your lovely neck and nips it softly, making you whine. A deep chuckle tickles by your ear as he hovers over you.

His left knee wedges in between your legs and grazes the dangerously wet panties. You moan, your hand clinging on his sculpted back muscles like a koala. He then grinds himself down on you, and your fingers dig into his thick skin. Oh, how he enjoys riling you up like this. You roll your hips to satisfy the pleasure burning inside your core.

“Fuck, Hitoshi…”

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his hot breath blowing against your heated skin. Shinsou gives you a chaste kiss, whispering, “Just relax. Let me take care of you tonight.”

A shudder runs down your spine—you yearned for this.

Shinsou listens to your body very carefully. He lets all the desperate squirms, the excited jolts, the heavy pants guide him on this long, sensual journey. You arch your back as Shinsou moves down, his lips leaving behind a blazing trail of kisses.

Breathy moans fill the room as the hemline of your satin nightdress rises up, exposing your ass. One of Shinsou’s palms greedily gropes it, amazed at how soft and delectable it feels. You pant harder as the hand travels south, the pace so agonizingly slow that your body is on fire. He stops and grips the thin fabric of your panties. You gaze at him, heart pounding when lustful eyes stare back at you.

They are like dark storm clouds ready to ravage the world—or in this case, you. A devious smile graces his lips as the panties slide off your legs and are tossed away, never to be seen again. You yelp when he pulls you closer to him, his face disappearing in between your legs. The anticipation grows as you feel him leave ghostly kisses along your inner thighs, waiting for those deadly lips to—

“S-shit,” you cry quietly, eyes shutting for a moment.

Shinsou’s tongue gives a teasing flick on your clit. He grins and licks around the swollen area, peppering it with kisses as well. You squirm on the bed and release another shaky breath. Shinsou wastes no time sucking your wet cunt, his mouth savoring the sweet taste dripping out your quivering hole.

A broken gasp rips through the air when his thumb circles on your clit. It moves at a steady rhythm, and you ride along with it, panting heavily the quicker he goes. You don’t want it to stop—not when the pleasure is so damn addicting, making your toes curl. Shinsou then sucks on the sweet spot, hard, and you moan louder.

“Oh, god, yes,” you chant like a broken record. One hand grips his messy hair, and you shiver when he grunts. Your hand has a mind of its own, pushing his face deeper to keep that friction going. “Fuck, more.��

And Shinsou obliges, devouring your throbbing pussy like a starved man. You simply buck your hips against his mouth and dig your fingers on his scalp until it bleeds. Shinsou holds you in place, the filthy sounds of his tongue pushing you over the edge. You keep hanging until it’s all too much and cry out in pure ecstasy, the waves rippling down your body.

Shinsou finally comes up for air, his chin dripping with that sweet cum of yours. He wastes no precious time capturing your lips that are dying for his attention. You fully surrender to him without hesitation, letting the man’s tongue dance inside your mouth. The blended taste of your honeyed cum and his saliva—an intense, rich flavor of ripe raspberries—overwhelms all of your senses.

You pull back when Shinsou grinds himself against you once more. That’s when you feel his large cock bulging through his boxers, teasing you to no end. He shifts a little, and the bed groans. Through half-lidded eyes, you whimper at the sight of Shinsou pumping his hard rock shaft, a bit of pre-cum dripping from the head. It playfully brushes your wet folds, but you can’t wait any longer.

You just can’t.

“Please, Hitoshi,” you beg, not bothering to hide the desperation cracking in your voice. “Please, I—hngh.”

Shinsou squeezes your hips, almost encouraging you to say it. “Tell me.”

“I-I need you,” you quiver. “P-Please, I—”

Your mouth parts with a silent cry when Shinsou sinks his cock. He hisses a bit, feeling the spongy warm walls stretch around him. You mewl as he fills you up, slowly and with great care. The sensation is new yet oddly familiar and satisfies that intense hunger you had the past few nights. You shut your eyes and bite your lip—Shinsou feels amazing, the thick girth of his twitching inside your pussy.

Shinsou’s thumb caresses across your cheek, and you look at him. With a slight nod, Shinsou begins rocking you, the bed creaking with each move. His hips roll like the gentle ocean waves under a clear night sky. There’s no rush, no hurry; Shinsou wants to cherish every single second inside you, and he relishes your lovely moans filling the air.

You wrap one leg around his waist, and he holds onto it with a vice grip. Shinsou soon crashes his entire weight on you as his forearm rests near your face. He groans when your pussy clenches tightly on him.

“That’s right,” Shinsou grunts near your ear, giving you a firm thrust for good measure. “You don’t love him. Not when you’re thinking of me, kitten. Not when I’m fucking you.”

“M’fuck, Toshi!” You cling to him as Shinsou continues to rock you deeper and deeper, his pace pounding you into oblivion. “Oh god, yes…yes…”

He’s hitting you just right, over and over again, with no sign of stopping. You drown yourself in the sea of immense desire. Suddenly you’re captivated with everything Shinsou does to you. It’s his ragged breaths that scorch your skin like a raging wildfire. It’s his massive muscles that mercilessly crushes you into the mattress, trapping you there with no hope of escape. It’s his fingers—rough and enormous—that selfishly claim your skin, reminding you that you belong to him.

At least for tonight.  

You gaze into his eyes, raging with lust.

“Repeat after me,” Shinsou rasps in between each breath. “You don’t love him.”

“I...I don’t love him.”

“You love me.”

You nod, mouth trembling. “I love you, Hitoshi.”

Shinsou lets out a feral growl at your final words—words of affirmation that you both know to be true. They make him go wild, each of his thrusts more maddening than the last. You cry harder and dig into his tensed shoulders as Shinsou ravages you like no tomorrow. Yet, he holds onto his promise, and that is satisfying you tonight.

The pleasure builds rapidly throughout your body. You can feel it bubbling inside you, thrashing like waves during a stormy sea. Your eyes roll back, and your mouth opens wide, singing incoherent praises to Shinsou as he rides you through your orgasm. He holds you with all his strength when his own fervid release hits you seconds later.

Shinsou heaves loudly above you, sweat beads rolling down his forehead. His eyes never waver away from yours, admiring your flushed face. It’s beautiful, perfect even. You forgot how much Shinsou looks at you with such devotion that you break down crying.

“Hey,” he says, whispering your name. His thumb wipes a few tears from your cheek, and you flutter your gaze at him again. “It’s okay. You don’t have to cry.”

“I miss you, Hitoshi,” you croak, the tears raining down your face. “Fuck, I miss you so much.”

A faint smile barely reaches his eyes.

“I miss you, too,” he confesses, and you hear the regret flowing through his voice. Still, Shinsou fights through and swears: “But, I promise you will always be mine, okay? You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

“Okay,” you sniffle and gaze into his eyes.

You believe him with all your heart.

Shinsou reaches down and captures your lips once last time. The kiss holds a wistful longing for the old days of your enthralling relationship—the ups and downs, the highs and lows, the absolute blessings and worst mistakes imaginable, it all meshed perfectly together to create this messy mosaic called love. And Shinsou burns this into the depths of your soul where you feel it.

You absolutely feel it.

Shinsou buries his head into the crook of your neck, and you hold him, afraid to let him go. You wish to remain like this forever, sleeping peacefully in each other's arms. So you close your eyes and pray he won’t disappear.

But nothing stays forever. Shinsou’s familiar warmth and crushing weight slip through your grasp, becoming more like faded memories that float inside your head. You open your eyes and release a deep sigh—you’re alone again. All tired, sweaty, and wet, especially as you remove your fingers from your soaked pussy.

No other man could satisfy you; Shinsou made sure of that. He reminds you every single night, haunting your fantasies whether you’re getting off on your own or fucking with the new guy who wormed his way into your life. And you, as always, scream for Shinsou—discreetly or without shame.

Because you’ll always think of him. You’ll always fuck him. And you’ll always love him, repeating those words with your last dying breath.

Love is complicated, y’all. And yes, I couldn’t resist doing a little ~twist~ for the ending HA! 

Thanks for reading!! 

[ohholyfanfics]

Ten Stages: Stage One| Tom Holland

Stage One: Realization, the stage where they slowly start to realize that they are falling for someone. Where Tom has a sudden realization thanks to his best mate Harrison Osterfield.

She was running late, a bit later than usual. Checking his watch once more, Tom found himself humming along to the slightly over-played tone filling the car. The hot Virginia sun causes sweat to form on his forehead; reaching over, he quickly switched the AC settings knowing she'd complain the moment she got inside the car. Biting his bottom lip, he felt a wave of relief wash through him as he watched her walk out of the building. Hair in a neat ponytail, her figure hugged by a dress that looked way too good on her. Her light pink blazer rested on her arm as she waved goodbye to a colleague before making her way over to his car.

"Ah always a gentleman.." she hummed in approval watching as he swiftly got out of the car and opening her door.

Giving her his signature boyish grin, he leaned close to her, placing a soft kiss onto her cheek. Closing her door, she couldn't help but roll her eyes, watching as he climbed back in. Tom watched as she fiddled with the climate control on her side from the corner of his eyes.

"You sure you aren't going through menopause or something.." he mumbled, backing out of the spot and soon driving them towards their weekly lunch date.

"Isn't that your job to know.." she hummed, pulling her phone out from her bag. "Plus, I think I'm a bit to young for that Thomas.." she mumbled.

"Well aren't you a doctor.." he huffed out as she took this chance to slap him across the head. The loud groan that escaped his lips was enough the have a satisfied sigh escaping her own.

"Besides the point Holland, how was the first half of work? Any life saving surgery?"

He shrugged, he loved what he did, and every day, he was thankful for it. Sure it was hard work to get where he was now, but here he stood. Now three years into residency, he had somewhat of an idea of what he wanted to do. After learning that a position would be opening up at the hospital, he knew this is where he was meant to be.

"Not really, pretty slow today.."

She nodded her head; Tom was a bit further along than she was. He was nearing the end of his term and now had a whole different set of pressure resting on his shoulders.

"A spot is opening up at the hospital though.." he mumbled once they were seated at the country club—the same country club where they had first been introduced.

"Wow Tom, are you gonna apply?" She asked with wide eyes. They hadn't talked much about his plans after med school; she knew he had some sort of idea of staying local. "Is it in the department you're in now?"

"Um it's actually in the trauma department.." he stated as she nodded her head. This was the first time he was actually voicing his future plans with her. It wasn't that he kept her in the dark or that she felt entitled in being informed. Tom was her best friend, and she just wanted to support him in any way possible.

"Wow that's huge.." she stated as he nodded his head. He knew she had been seeing or talking to some guy from the hospital. It was possibly the first time since March that she had actually gone out on a date. Tom doesn't know if she went on a date or if they even still talked.

"Not sure if it's something I want though."

Y/N knew that was a code for closing that conversation, so she did just that. In an instant, their discussion switched to the fact that she will be gone for a few days. Tom had promised to look after her place along with being on dog sitter duties for Layla. He hummed softly as she basically gave him a tiny little run down of her short weekend trip and promising takeout the moment she's back. He knew it was a code word for debriefing after spending a few days confined with her family members.

"Harrison's coming down right?" She asked once they were seated at their usual table. "He texted me asking if I'll be around.."

"Yeah, he's staying a couple days.." he mumbled, eyes scanning the menu though it was kinda pointless. He already knew both their words.

"Hmm, it'll be good for you." She mumbled, clearing her throat. As much as y/n hated to admit, she knew this time was difficult for any medical student. The ending was nearing, and the sudden pressure to have everything set in stone was terrifying. However, she knew as much as anyone that Tom was in a much different mindset than when they first met.

The Tom Holland sitting before her was different; he had a future planned out for himself. Sure, he didn't plan ahead like she had, but the small amount he did was a great start. She also knew that pushing him into making decisions was never an intelligent choice; Tom knew what he wanted and had all the necessary tools to pursue whatever it was he wanted in life. One thing she was clear on was that he was staying in Virginia.

"Can I ask you something.."

She looked up at him nodding her head. His tone was slightly different, closer to the one he used the morning after their last candle and wine night. The same night where she may have cried a bit too much in his guest room.

"That night at the beach, when when we made the bet, where you in a sense preparing yourself? You know, for like the breakup?" He asked softly, thanking the waiter as they set their drinks down.

She looked at him a little dumbfounded, not really knowing what to say. She knew what she had to say, but the words couldn't seem to come out. She looked at him for a few seconds, mind racing before finally speaking.

"No, I wasn't. If I'm being completely and utterly honest with you Tom, I thought Marc was maybe the one. We were together for so long and everything was so close to perfect. I don't think I really ever saw us ending.."

He nodded his head, ignore the slight sting upon hearing those words, not that he was surprised. It hurt him to know that something that she believed in so desperately ended without any explanation. He couldn't even begin to imagine what she was feeling or what she thought the moment everything sunk in. However, Tom also knew y/n was a lot stronger than everyone gave her credit for.

"Have you talked to him?"

"No, he didn't answer the first couple of texts I sent. So I guess I kinda got the hint you know. I'm not necessarily bothered by it, I mean I was in the beginning but now it kind feels numb."

"Shouldn't you like talk to a professional love.." he mumbled as she smiled at him softly. "I know it's in a sense traumatizing.."

"Don't worry doctor, I talk to my shrink about it. Im kinda coming to terms with the fact that maybe we weren't meant to be.." she mumbled as he nodded her head. "I just, I'm focusing on myself and getting through all this. If love comes my way it comes my way..."

"How knows darling, the one might be right under your nose." He chuckled, leaning over to bop her on the nose. He couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips, watching her nose scrunch up and eyes crinkle up.

"God I hate you sometimes.."

It's been two days since Y/N had left for New Hampshire on a small family getaway. As much as she wanted to drag him along, and as much as Tom hated to admit it, a weekend with the Y/L/N sounded pretty amazing; Harrison finally got some time off and was coming to visit. He was had just finished stocking his fridge with a few essential items the two would need before the door open and the sound of barking welcomed the blond inside the townhouse.

He couldn't help the sense of familiarity that washed over him seeing his best friend come into view. Tom hated to admit it, but he needed to see him, more than he could like to admit. After a hug that might have lasted a few seconds longer, they were both drowning in beer and one of Harrison's favorite dishes made by y/n.

"Where is our own personal pyschatrists anyways?" he asked before taking a sip of his beer.

"Went up north to visit family, something about get together or whatever.."

Harrison nodded his head, picking at the label on his beer. The two had done a decent amount of catch-up, but he couldn't seem to notice the lack of mention of his neighbor.

"Marc must be happy to see her.." Harrison mumbled as Tom tensed up at the name. He wasn't sure what Harrison did and didn't know. "I actually ran into him a few days ago."

Tom choked slightly on his beer as he looked back at him at a loss. He wrecked his brain on what he could say but kept coming out short. The one thing coming to mind was just blurring out how Marc suddenly stopped responding without an explanation. How he suddenly can't stop thinking about their stupid bet, and how every day the chances of becoming a reality increase.

"Mate, they aren't together anymore..."

"Stop bullshitting me Holland, Marc looked very much in love with her when I asked him how things were between them.."

Tom couldn't help but scoff, thinking back to the night she had shown up with too many bottles of wine and a broken heart.

"Mate he ghosted it, thats a pretty funny way of showing your love."

"Fuck, I had no idea."

"No one did mate."

The past few days were pleasant and relaxing; the two spent time together. Harrison was just what time needed, and within the short few days Harrison was there, Tom realized a couple of things:

One that he couldn't possibly live without both Y/N and Harrison in his life.

Two that he was going to take the position at the Trauma Department.

"Thomas Stanley did you miss me..." she giggled softly as he brought her into a bone-crushing embrace. The sigh that escaped his lips was overwhelming.

Maybe, you don't see her as just a friend, mate. I don't do half of the shit you do with her, with Jessica.."

"Shut up, Y/N.." he mumbled, slightly pushing her away while shaking Harrison's voice out of his head. "I got that wine you told me about.."

"Yum, it's good." she stated as she took a seat at the island. He couldn't help but smile as she leaned over, smelling the candle he had picked out. "Cactus Bloom?"

"Its a good debriefing scent, not too intesne.."

I don't bother to memorize small insignificant facts about just some random girl, not even if we're close. I'd understand a few minor details, but not all.

She watched as he poured them both a glass before handing her a plastic spoon and pushing a carton of takeout towards her. She hummed in appreciation, sending him a wink.

"So how was your few days with Harrison?" she asked, swirling the pasta around. "How's he doing?"

"He's doing, says the kids say he speaks funny.."

"He does speak funny, you both do.." she hummed, locking eyes with him and a wide grin. "But its a cute funny.."

"Funny."

She hummed, sending him a wink before taking a few more sips of her wine. He sighed, leaning back in his seat as he took a good look at her. She looked different; she was happier, lighter even. It was clear these few days away did good on her, and he was glad.

You notice the little things about her Tom, from the color of her nails to when her mood shifts. No one reads that deep unless they fancy someone.

"I'm gonna take the spot in the truma department.."

Her lips formed an 'O' before launching herself into his arms. Her lips lightly brushing the skin against his neck, causing his arms to hold her a little tighter.

Now tell me, Holland, how does she make you feel? Don't hold back anything Tom, it's me. You can be honest, mate. Do you fancy Y/N?

"God, Tommy I'm so happy for you.."

The way her eyes sparkled caused a storm to awaken within him. His heart was beating a bit too fast, the sudden urge to pull her into a kiss. The feeling was overwhelming as she started to ramble still in his embrace.

It was at that moment that the realization kicked in. Tom Holland was starting to fall for his best friend, and he wasn't sure how to deal with it.

Taglist:

@thenoddingbunny-blog @blueberrynonnie @bi-lmg

[fandom-blackhole]

Darling, you make me go feral... And Im loving it 🤭

Boba totally corrupted you,

You were this pretty, young lady, trying your best at helping children through your job,

The moment he noticed you at that charity event he promised to himself that you would be HIS,

He'd be so brooding and intimidating yet also somewhat charming (y'all THE chin touch at Jabba's Palace),

He'd ask you out on a dates to these fancy restaurants and clubs,

You'd always address him as Sir, because he was way older and he held so much power over the city

He insisted on you calling him Boba

But secretly loved when you called him sir,

Everyday at your desk at work you'd be greeted by these beautiful chanel flower boxes 😍,

When you were at this top socialite club, he pulled you onto his lap and whispered in your ear that you looked so tempting in that little dress,

His hot breath ghosting over your neck, one hand toying with your hair second getting dangerously close to your inner thighs (you wore stockings and matching garter that night 🤭),

Princess, let's get out of here,

Not longer after you were already kissing in the elevator on the way to his penthouse,

He'd take his time undressing you, until he saw your undergarments,

Such lovely, cute princess wearing lingerie like that?

And at that moment he lost his cool,

He was pounding into you in front of those huge windows, choking you with one hand and spanking with his other hand,

After that intense wrestling you got kind of incesure, thinking that you were his another one night stand,

He proved you wrong, taking you to his king-sized bed telling you how well you took him,

My little princess did so good, rest now, little one.

Yes, sir,

Woah I need a minute to calm down 🥵

Remember when you didn't want to eat Paz' dessert?

He was offended that you thought so lowly about yourself,

The moment he saw you, he couldn't stop thinking about how delicate and tiny you looked compared to him,

Everytime you came for lunch, he'd purposely sit next to you,

He was taking so much space, your thighs touching his,

But you didn't dislike that he was so in your space, actually, you felt really secure,

When you went out on your dates he'd make sure to hold your hand or keep his hand on your waist,

Can't loose my little flower in the crowd,

He'd give you his hoodie if you were feeling chilly, totally drowning in it,

He imagined you wearing nothing but his hoodie,

First time you went down to town, he almost came in his sweats after seeing you in cute, blue, lace bra and panties,

When he put his hands on your waist he felt like he could snap you in half,

HE MADE YOU SQUIRT BY RIDING HIS THIGH,

When you went down on him, he felt so wild seeing your tiny hand not being able to grip his dick,

Trying to keep him in your mouth, tears going down your face, it took all of his willpower not to come on sight,

Paz, I am not sure it will fit 🥺,

But no worries, he worked you up thru and thru with his fingers,

When he finnaly bottomed out, he instantly went apeshit afrer noticing the bulge in your tummy,

He just wrestled you like a ragdoll through the whole night,

You weren't able to walk the next morning,

No worries, you spend all day in his bed, being pampered by Paz,

He'd cuddle you, massage you, cook for you his special dishes, oh and in between these activities he'd eat you out,

My little star tastes so delicious,

Omgg call 911 because I'm about to die,

Din has heart of gold, he instantly felt this pull towards you when you started working on Grogu's case,

Your gentle and loving nature captured him entirely,

After all day of taking care of his class he'd want some peaceful and quiet place to chill out,

He'd drive you to his special, secluded place just outside the town,

You'd lay by the small lake in comfortable silence,

He was gently caressing your arm, getting lost in his thoughts,

Sweet girl, you make daddy feel at peace, he'd say quietly,

That's what you deserve, daddy. You are a wonderful teacher, always making sure your class feels loved and secured with you. I feel so secure with you as well, (geez give this man that validation and praise he deserves),

Let, daddy take care of you too, my sweet girl,

Omg so romantic, I can't

Din slowly making love to you by the lake,

You kept on telling him how good he was making you feel and that he was the best man in the whole world, you wouldn't ask to be with anyone else,

After the romantic wrestling he'd wrap you both in a blanket as you were enjoying your peaceful silence once more,

From time to time he'd whisper in your ear sweet nothing and kiss your forehead, arms wrapped protectively around your waist not letting you go.

Yoi ought to call 911 cause I'm having a heart attack - 🐣

You're having a heart attack, no I'm getting heat stroke and diabetes from all the sweetness....

So first off I think you are trying to kill me

Second, Paz cums just from watching your ride and squirt all over his leg

Paz once fucked you in the office of his restaurant while it was still open

Paz loves food, but his favorite flavor is you

PAZ FUCKing YOU AGAINST A TREE AFTER A HIKE

You have a specific little black dress that drives Boba mad every time you wear it and you're suprised he hasn't ripped it off of you yet

Boba totally made you stop calling him sir, because it made him hard everytime you said it

Boba started going after you after first just because he wanted to corrupt you but then after his first conversation with you he just knew you'd be the perfect one to be by his side

You tried to hold back and just stay professional at first, but after he he took you to the club you couldn't hold back anymore

Boba fucking you just in a gamer and stockings 🥵🥵🥵

Din totally owns an old beat up truck and he likes to takes you out into the country and likes to cuddle up next to you

Ooooorrrr he fucks you until you can't even get into the truck because your legs don't work

Din, after the kids are born, totally fucking you in the shower just because its the only time you get alone

Din was so cute when he first asked you out

He was all shy and wouldn't make eye contact

He took you to the shooting range and taught you to shoot

Poor dude was nervous the entire time

Sorry this is shorter but I'm currently at a get together (that i don't want to be at)

(SEND ME THOTS!!!!)

[burnedbyshoto]

Im not sure if this has been answered but what do you think Shouto is like when Suuuuper horny? Touchy or isolating so he can get a quick wank?

well it depends on one fact, and one fact only. 

is he single?

if he’s single, he’s gonna whip out his cock and go to town. he doesn’t need to watch porn to get off, but he’ll be there for a good few minutes, fisting his cock, milking the milky white sticky substance from his length until its spurting from his tip. his ears always turn red, his eyes hazed over with lust and need. his lips parted with heavy heaves, the person hes infatuated with the person he thinks of when getting off until hes splattered against his abs. cum and sweat dripping down him.

if hes not single, well, if youre not around he’s going to call you immediately. “where are you? im really hard right now, and I want to fuck.” he’ll state, unabashed to admit that he’s horny as fuck and if its okay for him to come over to smash -- because he will respect if you arent in the mood. if you let him know to come over, he’ll be there in five minutes top and most likely the two of you won’t even be able to make it to the bedroom. he’ll fuck you on the floor in front of the front door, his cock throbbing with too much need that he literally can’t think of anything but that he needs to sink himself into your tight wet heat.

but regardless, his fucking is mindless, merciless, without a coherent line of thought. he craves more, he lusts for more.

more heat, more cries, more you.

he wants to consume you, mark you, claim you. his hips desperately ramming into you, your body bouncing with every slam of his hips. his breath hot and burning against your neck, his lips supple and bruising against any part of your body, he can’t find your lips in this state, but the clumsy wet kisses wont stop.

“louder,” he growls, his lips finally mashing against yours in a heated dance of teeth and tongue, his hips continue hammering into you at even greater lengths, greater speed, greater intensity. fingers digging into your flesh leaving his prints embedding into your skin. “I want you to scream my name as if theres no one in this world except the two of us.”

when orgasms crash into you, your body aching from being fucked silly into the hard floors that are now coated with sweat, slick, and saliva, he’ll grunt into your ear, relaxing against you. until you yell at him for not being able to make it to the bedroom. to which he’ll chuckle and lift you both up, cock still buried well within you, a desperate and needy whimper on your tongue from your sore cunt while he walks to the bedroom before dropping you onto the bed, his cock nearly out of your softly squelching walls.

he’s still horny after all, and with a gentle kiss that evolves into a bite against the back of your thigh, you shudder at his gently moving hips. “you take me so well,” he sighs, the soft slaps of his skin hitting yours drowning out every other sound in the world. “I have to thank you for being so hospitable, don’t I?

[crows-murder]

Twinyards

it’s 2am and i hate myself and im literally dead on my feet but i cant fucking sleep so here i am instead

as far as most sibling relationships go, the twins have a....unique bond

they hate each other

but they don’t

it took nicky some time to understand that yes, the twins did care for him and each other

in their own way

at first glance, no one would see it-- not even nicky. through longer exposure, it would be hard to discern, but nicky did, somehow

he really first noticed after Andrew had almost killed the four guys attacking nicky

after that, nicky started picking up the small things

when aaron went to the local starbucks on days they woke up early but didn’t want to make breakfast, he knew andrew and nicky’s orders by heart

when andrew convinced nicky to buy ice cream despite nicky protesting that they should be mindful of their money, andrew always got nicky’s favorite flavor as well

on rough days when nicky was just drowning in the stress of holding a job and paying for the bills, the twins would stay in their room, to let nicky pick himself back up, before ordering pizza and turning on the tv

they never talked about it. if someone brought it up, an argument very often followed up

the twins have a strange way of showing affection, but that’s because they never learned to show proper affection

aaron was always quick to get angry and andrew was indifferent to the point of aggravation and pure frustration

it was their ways of coping

andrew by not caring and aaron by being angry at anyone for no reason

their first meeting could have gone a lot worse, but they both in a subconscious way saw the other as a survivor of their circumstances

and andrew did care. so did aaron

aaron reached out to his brother, filled for the first time with the hope that someone out there cares about him. he hopes and hopes that it will work out.

it doesn’t. aaron’s heart just breaks and his hope is shredded when andrew tells him to fuck off. 

andrew wanted a brother, too. he wanted to have at least one good thing, one thing that life wouldn’t fuck up for him

but andrew couldn’t even have that. he couldn’t let his brother, his twin, go through what he was going through. so he pushed him away, made sure he’d be safe from his life. 

when andrew learns that despite trying to protect his brother, he had still failed, he was angry. he was so angry. he was protecting someone who was being hurt by his mother. by their mother. who’d been so hurt, he would get high just to forget the hurt

deep down, aaron always knew his mother never truly cared. deep down he understood why andrew killed her. but he refused to admit it. he refused to believe his mother deserved it. 

the twins weren’t subtle, but they didn’t know how they felt towards each other. it was hard to describe, and not one word really could.

andrew was first fiercely stubborn and loyal to aaron, trying to protect him the way he’d never been able to protect himself, and it slowly shifted onto nicky

aaron did care about andrew. he reached out. he wanted a brother. he wanted a twin. but he wasn’t expecting andrew. and it muddled the feelings, and when Tilda died, it just became worse, because of course aaron was angry and sad, and andrew couldn’t understand. and aaron didn’t understand how andrew could feel so little sympathy for their mother. andrew didn’t see how aaron could mourn the person who’d ruined him. who’d ruined them both, really.

nicky did try his best to get them to get along. but he didn’t really understand the issues and the layers of caution and hurt. he was pushing, but not in the right direction

and it’s not like either of the twins really tried either

in another life, they might’ve. in different circumstances, they might’ve. but Tilda was dead, and aaron and andrew had so many miscommunications to get through.

it wasn’t until Neil, and the early Thanksgiving at the Hemmicks that it changed

neil was different

he coaxed more out of andrew than aaron ever did. it’s one of the reasons why aaron hated him. how could he, practically a stranger who’d known them for half a year, could know more about andrew than aaron had learned in three years? some of it felt unfair to aaron, but he felt like he half deserved not knowing his brother. it wasn’t like he’d tried his hardest to get to know him. 

and it was how quickly neil had puzzled together the mess that was andrew and aaron

not even they could piece it together. it felt so thoroughly messed up and convoluted that they never though any of it was salvageable anymore

when neil brough up Tilda’s death, right after aaron had killed drake, aaron had felt angry, pissed off, borderline furious

but the thought stayed. and nagged.

and when andrew left for Easthaven, without even waiting for aaron to get back to columbia, it hurt more than he’d anticipated

aaron thought about it a lot. and he hated that neil’s statement had made so much sense

after that it was slow going

so slow no one really noticed at first. not even neil. but then neil started picking up one or two things, and then progressively, so did nicky

aaron started

the twins never really verbally apologized for hurting each other, either physically or with words. they’d just spit hurtful words at each other until one of them (usually aaron) stormed out. then, usually a few hours later, one of them called out the answer of a particularly hard homework question for the other and the whole thing was forgotten

it was just how they worked

maybe it was the way they were brought up, or maybe it was just the way they operated, but neither twin needed the other to physically say the words “i’m sorry”. it was usually implied through action, as were most things with them.

and aaron found it easier to forgive andrew for killing Tilda that he thought

one morning in the Columbia house, andrew walked in the kitchen and aaron was there drinking coffee, waiting for his toast to pop out of the toaster, and handed andrew a cup of hot chocolate

andrew simply raised an eyebrow, but took it anyway.

after that, it remained slow.

when andrew went to the store, he’d sometimes buy aaron’s favorite ice cream flavor

and it goes back and forth for a while

they don’t mention it. aaron never brings up the fact that study sheets occasionally appear on his desk the day before a test. andrew never mentions the newly stocked cocoa powder in the kitchen, stacked next to the coffee and tea.

its such small things its only noticeable to the twins and sometimes neil

and it stays at that, but it’s progress, and that’s never happened before, and when neil (and later nicky) notice, they just smile a little, because no matter how little, progress is progress, and it’s a big step for andrew and aaron.

they’re far from talking through their issues, and it occurs to neither of them, but they’re content to go slow 

once, aaron had a bad nightmare that woke him up at an ungodly hour of the night. he knew sleep wouldn’t come, not with the way he was shaking and sweating, so he decided coffee and a movie would distract him

he’s surprised to find andrew sitting on the countertop eating m&m’s aaron had bought just a day prior

they don’t speak at all. aaron just makes his tea and sits on the couch, and andrew stays on the counter, scrolling through his phone

aaron turns on the tv and puts on an animated series at low volume

at one point andrew turns his attention to the tv before sliding off the counter and going back to bed. aaron falls asleep on the couch

a couple of nights later, same thing happens again-- nightmares aren’t uncommon for the twins, or anyone really. if the twins cross path in the kitchen, one would just go back to their room

this time the kitchen is empty so aaron pulls out the ice cream and turns on the tv

andrew, being a light sleeper, wakes up. he knows who it is and debates getting up. he does, and this time directly goes to the living room and sits in an armchair, staring blankly at the tv. he only goes back to his room when aaron falls asleep, leaving the tv on.

andrew manages his nightmares better, but some still rattle him every so often, and enough that he usually stays up the rest of the night or finds neil and stays with him.

it’s one of the worse nights, and andrew wakes up in a panic, shivering and angrily wiping his wet face clean. he leaves his room, intent on finding neil before he realises it’s not neil he wants to be with

it annoys him, and he doesn’t like it, or even understand why, but he goes to aaron’s room anyways. he opens the door and settles in aaron’s desk, refusing to wake his twin up.

aaron finds him the next morning, snoring softly in his chair, his head resting in his crossed arms. (he’s really confused, and considers waking him, but decides against it and instead makes him hot chocolate for when he wakes up)

they still don’t talk much about it, but now they don’t act as tense around each other, and usually leave it at insulting the other.

nicky, having dealt with the twins, notices this and almost cries and nearly hugs both of them. he cares too much about graduating with all his limbs to do it, however

he mentions it to neil later, who had noticed the smaller gestures, and shares in  nicky’s delight. yes, neil has a certain dislike for aaron, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want andrew and aaron to have a healthy relationship with each other they clearly deserve.

to anyone else, this might be slightly ridiculous, not meaning anything, and probably not even noticeable, but for both of them, it was a huge step forward. 

aaron manages to find a spare mattress that he fits under his bed for andrew. andrew doesn’t put a mattress or explicitly tells aaron he can come in his room, so aaron opts instead for tv and snacks. sometimes andrew shows up, sometimes he doesn’t, and aaron finds he doesn’t mind.

one of those nights, aaron finds andrew already watching something on the tv when he shows up. it’s not a cartoon, but aaron grabs the leftover pizza from last night and watches with andrew

later, he looks up the series and ends up watching it. he catches up to the episode andrew was watching, and a couple nights later turns on the show

andrew is surprised that aaron wanted to catch up, and was invested in the show. he settles for telling aaron he’s a couple episodes ahead. aaron shrugs and replies that they can watch until he catches up. it’s their way of agreeing to watch it together at 4 in the morning

one wednesday, a couple months into the twins’ tentative healing, they mentions to Bee what’s been happening. and Bee smiles. she’s just happy that the twins are getting better, and striving to fix things a little.

the Upperclassmen catch up much later

probably because andrew still calls out insults his brother during practice and aaron retaliates

and yes sometimes andrew purposefully deflects balls in such a way that they hit aaron’s back or legs just to annoy him

but andrew tolerates katelyn

and aaron still doesn’t know what andrew sees in neil josten but doesn’t mind his relationship

andrew tells aaron one wednesday he hates being touched, and it doesn’t take a genius to know why. aaron has the urge to go find all of andrew’s abusers and bash their brains in like drake

aaron and andrew never really had people to care for them, so their sense of family is a little extreme, but it’s there

and it’s proof they can get better over time

they’re both in their own way protective of each other. and it’s a silent pact that anyone who hurts nicky will have to face two very pissed off blonds

movie nights at four am become a regular at the Columbia house, and sometimes (though they both have less nightmares over the years) during the week, so they get used to the extra key specifically for each other’s dorms.

one morning matt walks in and see aaron and andrew asleep on oppsoite ends of the couch while sharing a blanket, and takes a picture that he sends to everyone.

dan frames it and hangs it on the wall in the Foxhole Court (next to the one of Andrew and Neil at the airport)

the twins find out and wear practically identical “i am going to murder whoever did this” scowls

andrew thinks birthdays are a waste of time, but neil convinces him to spend time with aaron 

so andrew drags aaron to the roof after raiding the liquor cabinet and get drunk on the roof

the twins have a lot of things they never mention

it’s a maze that’s hard to navigate, but the twins know how the system works

there are things and moments and people they never bring up, and there are gestures and little things that are not worth mentioning. both twins don’t know how to really communicate with each other, and sometimes with other people

they don’t know how to express things verbally

so between them its almost and unspoken agreement that phrases like “i love you” or “i’m sorry” are meaningless and dumb. 

its one of the reasons why it’s hard to see that the twins are closer than they ever were, because they don’t communicate with words. they’re better at showing what they mean than actually saying it

they get more comfortable around each other, and by the time their senior year rolls in they make jokes (it’s hard to classify them as jokes when it mainly consists of one of the twins pointing at a random object and going  “that’s you” with a blank expression while the other scowls)

nicky’s already back in germany and as graduation comes near, both twins find that they don’t want to get away from each other

andrew who doesn’t give a shit about aaron and hates him, texts him pictures of the cats or neil being idiots every once in a while

aaron doesn’t text often, because he doesnt really know what to text

but sometimes andrew will receive a picture of an empty store shelf with a single can of soup on it and the caption “is this u?”

and its so fucking random that andrew can’t help laughing

and aaron begins sending birthday cards to andrew (andrew calls him just to say fuck off and then hangs up immediately, but aaron just smiles and keeps doing it anyway)

(and andrew does start texting aaron happy birthday when it comes around)

one christmas nicky invites both twins and their significant others to germany and andrew gets aaron one of those stupid mugs with a science joke on it

aaron scowls because he knows andrew is blatantly mocking him. he knows.

but its fine because aaron got andrew a black sweater reading “dumber twin” (he had it custom made in rainbow font)

andrew doesn’t even try to act pleasant and says fuck you to aaron’s face

after that christmas, aaron always drinks from the cup andrew got him and andrew wears aaron’s dumb sweater

(katelyn and neil sneakily take pictures and send it to each other because “they’re bonding”)

it takes a long time for the twins to really get around their issues, and they’re both still healing, but at least whatever tilda severed when she separated them is healing too

it might never be perfect, and there’s a lot of healing, and it might never be okay, and it might take them their whole life to properly heal, but the steps they take are forward, and together

and their relationship is still complicated and messy and not the best 

but theyre both trying

they both want this

[itstittycitybaby]

Flirty (Lin Beifong x Reader) Part 3

a/n: im pumping these out so fast. after i finish an episode i have to immediately start typing or i’ll go crazy.

“This is Azure and this is Ruby!” The two of them hopped in your palm as you held them out. “They’re prettier up close,” Opal said, grinning. Her eyes were bright today. She looked happier than last night after she ran from Lin’s room crying. You chuckled, “For the most part, until Azure pecks my face for food because he’s a dick.” Opal looked taken aback but didn’t comment on your choice of words. It was weird considering Suyin had a mouth on her when she was younger. Her and her daughter were different.

“Would you like to hold them?” She nodded. “Ruby is very shy,” you said, moving slowly with the hand Azure was on. “So she has the tendency to be more skittish and peckish. She’s sweet though, don’t worry,” you reassured Opal once you saw the nervous look on her face. “Okay,” she said softly, watching Azure stand on her palm. “He’s beautiful.” 

You chuckled, “Oh he knows. The more you feed his ego, the more he thinks he’s in charge.” Opal giggled, stroking his feathers gently. An idea popped in your head. “Hey Opal?” She perked up, “Yes?” “Could you look after Azure today? I have some work to do and he can be a real pain.” Opal smiled brightly and her eyes lit up with joy. “Are... are you sure?” “Mhm,” you replied, grinning. “Just give him back after dinner.” “Okay!” With that you bid Opal and Azure a goodbye. “Whore,” you murmured to Azure as you left, ignoring your leave because of some new attention.

******

Suyin was excited about your plans. Her husband looked over them and praised your new pitch for the tram station. “Hey Suyin,” you said, after her husband left. Suyin hummed while pouring the two of you wine in a couple glasses. “Mind if I ask you something?” She nodded, handing you a glass before sitting down. You sat across from her, legs clamped together nervously. You fiddled with the glass in your hand. “I’m not sure how to ask this..since I haven’t seen you in well, forever.” “Nonsense (Y/N),” Suyin waved you off, “We’re family! I’ll answer any question you have.” “Thanks,” you responded, genuinely. She’d always been so welcoming and kind. The Beifongs were the only family you had. You regretted not staying in contact with at least Su. 

“Whenever I was in the village..there was some gossip.” Suyin’s brow quirked  as she took a sip of her wine. You sighed, brows pulling together and a soft frown on your face. “I don’t really listen to shitty rumors but it’s been so long I couldn’t help but think.. was there something that happened? Between you and Lin..?”

Suyin looked surprised. She tapped her finger on the wineglass as she pondered. The ring on her finger  “Sister drama, you know how it is. Nothing happened. Lin is just so bitter and won’t let go of the past. You know that better than anyone.” You frowned at her words. Suyin wasn’t wrong but..she made Lin sound totally heartless. “I just wanted to make sure. She’s been so...angry since I’ve gotten here. I know I probably have a part in that but..I’m just..worried.”

Suyin leaned over and squeezed your hand. Her smile didn’t seem to reach her eyes. “It’s alright (Y/N). Just give her some time. I can see she cares about you. Not that she’ll admit it.” You chuckled, a grin splitting your face. “Really?” Suyin looked amused at your enthusiasm. You really were a child even from how much time passed. “I promise. Now, why don’t we catch up. I haven’t seen you in what, thirty years?” You nodded, taking a gulp of your wine. As Suyin filled you in about her life you couldn’t help but feel, that she was lying. Your instincts screamed at you that there was more going on than she led you to believe. She wasn’t telling you everything. But she had been so kind and comforting to you since you’ve got here. Surely Suyin wouldn’t lie to you. She was your friend, the one who listened to your ranting after a fight with Lin. Su let you cry on her shoulder once your parents kicked you out and offered for you to share her room. Yet, as much as you tried reassuring yourself, your gut kept screaming.

*****

Lin touched her scar gently. The memories and the emotions she had tried so hard to repress and forget, were now bubbling back onto the surface. Toph had allowed Suyin to walk all over her. She gotta away with anything while Lin busted her ass trying to impress her mother. The price gave Lin a scar that mocked her everyday. It was disgusting to know that Suyin had been let go scotch free and still hadn’t given an apology. 

The needles had done its damn job alright. Lin was reminded of her failure of being the perfect daughter. No matter how hard she tried, Top didn’t seem to care. Was she really that unloveable? Could she even have someone want her? Lin huffed as she limped from the acupuncturist’s office to find Suyin. Her hand trembled from anger and the rocks shifted underneath her feet. It was getting bad again. Except this time she didn’t have her work or whiskey to drown herself in. Beads of sweat rolled off of her face and back. Lin ignored the acupuncturist’s qualms of resting and hurried to find Suyin. She was going to end this once and for all.

*****

Lin dodged the metal sculpture thrown her way. It missed her, barely. Lin raised some rocks from the ground and unleashed them onto Suyin. She couldn’t help but smirk when one of them hit her. Her sister retaliated by hurling metal plates towards her. Lin dodged all of them except for the last one. The impact made her tumble. Another boulder was thrown in Lin’s direction, but she rolled fast enough. She was getting slower and more sluggish. Her head felt hazy but she brushed it off. ‘Now’s not the time.’

Getting into a fighting stance she anticipated her sister’s next move. Lin lifted another boulder. It wobbled in the air but she still flung it toward Suyin. “Getting tired,” Suyin taunted. “Barely,” Lin barked. Suyin flung her fingers and bended the metal wall around her as a shield. The boulder broke from hitting the metal as soon as her sister warped it. “I wonder Lin,” Suyin yelled, face tugging into an ugly smirk. “If this was the reason Tenzin left you. No wonder (Y/N) left to travel the world. They couldn’t handle a bitter woman like you.”

Lin’s jaw clenched in anger. Her teeth ground together and her hands trembled.  She felt hot in her chest and the blood inside of her veins prickled. Lin raised a leftover metal plane on the ground.  “That’s enough!” Lin snapped her head over to the new voice.  The metal plate clattered onto the ground. (Y/N). There was a wooden staff in your hands. You twirled it in front of you, fighting off the tiny sharp rocks Suyin hurled over. Your arms trembled, eyes hushed with angry tears. You shook with rage from the mess in front of you. Lin stiffened; for once in her life she was afraid. Afraid of what you might say or do. Lin finally had you within her fingertips. Were you going to slip away again?

“I left on my own terms,” you growled. “How dare you use that against Lin.” The staff twirled effortlessly in your fingers. Lin was frozen in her spot. All she could do was watch you and your bird flit around you. “You’re a coward Suyin,” you gritted out, “A fucking weasel. What did you do Suyin? Don’t you think you’ve done enough?! ” Korra and Bolin gawked from the sidelines, witnessing unfolding between the two of them.

Suyin’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t say anything. Su’s eyes calculated the situation. Using her sister’s fear to her advantage, she flung the metal wall hard enough that Lin was sent sprawling. “Lin,” you cried out. She flew towards the courtyard and her back hit the fountain’s stairs. Lin growled, rising up again. Her stance wobbled from the force. Little black spots formed in her vision. Shaking out of it, Lin raised her fists, preparing for the next hit. Suyin walked calmy, crossing the bridge. “Are you done,” she asked, sounding bored. “Not yet,” Lin snarled. 

You glided into the air. Your paraglider soared you towards the two of them. A group of Suyin’s people spectated the fight. The tips of your feet touched the ground beneath you. Rolling, you folded your paraglider away. You jumped on your feet and facing Lin. “Move out of the way,” she snapped at you. “No,” you replied stubbornly. Lin created metal shards with her fingers. You grabbed your staff from your back, preparing for the onslaught to come. The shards sliced the air and they raced towards you. The staff moved in a tan blur as you twirled it with rapid speed, flinging some of the sharp metal away from you. They made a thunk, as it pierced into the wood. Once the metal stopped racing towards you that’s when the adrenaline died down. Your temple seared with pain and felt warm and sticky. You hissed, fingertips touching the wound. It stung like hell. You were bleeding. Your hand flung up to your nose. It throbbed from the blood coming out of your nostrils. Lin felt her heart shatter. You looked up to her with disbelief. She didn’t mean to hurt you, she didn’t mean to-

“Look what you’ve done Lin,” Suyin taunted, raising a boulder. “All you’re good for is hurting people. Especially the ones you care about.”

Suyin flung the boulder. Ruby started fluttering her wings, her cries piercing your ears. The pain in your temple worsened more thanks to her screeching. Ruby flew away from your shoulder to safety. Turning around, you shifted yourself in front of Lin. “Move,” she shouted. You ignored her, pressing your fingers into your palm. An orange shield burst out from your palms and surrounded the two of you. Lin gasped softly. Son of a bitch actually did it. You stood in front of her determined. The orange bubble was see through like an orange stained glass window. Your stretched your hands and fingers out in front of you. As soon as the shield popped up, Suyin’s boulder hit with a sickening crack. You cried out, straining to hold it up. A searing pain erupted through you. It felt like your soul was splitting in two. “It’s hurting you,” Lin cried.

Suddenly, a flash of green jumped on the bridge between you and Suyin. Opal. Air pushed out of her hands. “Fuck,” you shouted, shield starting to crack.  “You’re both sisters,” Opal cried, “Why are you hurting each other?!” Her words fell on deaf ears. Lin was focused on how your body swayed, struggling to keep itself up. Lin yelled, “(Y/N), stop. This isn’t about you! Save yourself!” The shield shattered. Orange shards flew into the air and dissolved into nothing. You whimpered, tumbling to the ground. Lin’s heart tugged at your soft cries. Ruby flew to you immediately, shrieking. Lin hobbled over and panted. The red parakeet’s high shrieks made her ears hurt. Her vision started to fade. She felt weak. She was hopeless to do anything. Lin’s feet fell under her. She stretched her hand out, trying to reach you. You were too far. The last thing she saw was your unmoving form, curled in on itself.