#just realized he has been holding me on a choke hold for exactly a month now

[mawrrbid]

He's just a silly lil man, nothing weird about him

[sxxythingz]

Something to Prove

Lo’ak Sully (21) x human female reader (22)

Taglist: @pandorxxx my girl once again helped me make sure that this came out perfect and just ahhhh!! I couldn’t be more thankful to her 😭💖

Warnings: smut, cursing, squirting, aged up characters, creampie, choking, p in v

Summary: You and Lo’ak have a close “friendship”, always spending lots of time with each other. One day while in your hut that you had built for you close to the lab, he peaks into your bag finding something that he wasn’t meant to find which triggers an experimental side of him.

WC: 2.6K

🛑MDNI🛑

You were one of the scientists working alongside the government who was lucky enough to get picked to travel to Pandora. The experience has been amazing, you never knew another planet could hold such beautiful scenery, far more amazing than earth. You’ve been on Pandora for almost a year and in your time here, you’ve managed to accumulate friendships with the omatikayan people, but there’s been one person that you have managed to create more than just a friendship with.

“Come on Lo’ak, no more silly faces, this is the last picture that I’m going to take.” You extend your arm out for the last time, holding your phone horizontally as Lo’ak sits beside you giving a toothless smile for you guys’ final picture. “That’s better.” You say as you look back at all of the photos that you guys have taken together in the last hour. “How do you even work one of those things? What is it made for?” He asks you as his eyes stay plastered to the screen, trying to figure out how you manage to work it so fast.

“It’s kind of similar to the throat microphone that you guys use, but not really. We can call each other on it, listen to music, play games, text, take pictures like we just did, and record videos.” He nods his head as he carefully listens to you describe how to use a phone. “Can I hold it?” He asks you as he holds his large hand out and you place it in his hand as your answer. “It’s so small in my hand compared to yours.” He says as he inspects the phone, turning it around to see the backside. “That’s what she said.” You smirk, letting a small chuckle out at your joke. “That’s definitely not what you say to me.” He smirks back at you and you roll your eyes at his remark, knowing exactly what he’s referring to.

You and Lo’ak started out as friends, you could even go as far as saying that you became so close so fast that you considered him your best friend at the start of all this. Over these past few months, things changed quickly as your attraction for each other grew like wildfire. Your relationship wasn’t an actual relationship, but it wasn’t a friendship either. Lo’ak didn’t know the term for it, but you did. Your friend with benefits is what you considered him to be. He has been begging to become more than that every since you guys’ first time, he knew right then that he didn’t want anyone else having the experiences that he has with you, but you never accepted his offer knowing that one day you would have to leave Pandora and it would just hurt both of you in the end.

“Shut up! You are so cocky and I can’t stand it.” You laugh, lying flat out on your bed that you have near the lab. “That’s one thing that you love about me and you know it.” He responds back and you shake your head as a response. “Do you mind putting my phone on the charger over there? It’s about to die and I suddenly caught a cramp in my leg, I don’t think I can make it over there.” You whimper jokingly, lying to get him to do it for you, simply because you’re feeling lazy and you know he’ll do whatever you ask him to. “Cramp my ass. You just don’t feel like moving, Y/n. You are so lazy.” He chuckles before standing up to walk over to the table and put your phone on charge for you. You stare at the ceiling of your cot, waiting for Lo’ak to come sit back down beside you before you realize he’s been standing in that one spot for too long which makes you jot your eyes up to see what he’s up to. “What’s taking you so long, asshole?” You ask as you sit up and watch him slowly turn around to face you with something in his hand.

“What the fuck is this?” He asks you, a pair of thongs dangling from his long slender fingers. Your eyes widen in embarrassment “Oh my gosh! Lo’ak, put those down!” You yell out as you quickly run over to him and snatch them out of his hand, placing them back into your bag quickly. “Those are a type of panties called thongs. And why were you even snooping through my bag?” You hit him in his chest as you watch a devious smile spread on his face. “How come I’ve never seen you in these, huh? That’s not fair, I want to see them on you now.” He demands as he crosses his arms over his chest, staring down at you. “What? No, I am not putting those on just for your amusement, sir!” You say as you walk back to your bed. “Oh come on. I’ve never seen them before and I bet you look fucking amazing with these on. Just this one time please.” He begs with puppy dog eyes, and you give a low sigh. “You’re not going to stop until I put them on are you?” You ask and he smirks while he shakes his head.

You roll your eyes and stand back up, reaching underneath your dress to slip your panties off, but making sure that it doesn't rise up enough for him to see anything. Your panties fall to your feet and you kick them to the side, slipping the thong on and looking back to Lo’ak. “Happy now?” You ask him as you watch him come closer. “Turn around.” He demands as he twirls his finger in circles with his words. You turn around to face your bed and you feel his strong hands land on the bottom of your thighs, slowly moving upwards as he lifts the dress up with his every movement. His hands completely lift the bottom of your dress up, revealing the thong and you hear him groan behind you. “Your ass already looks great with nothing on, but this just made it 10x better.” You feel his hands firmly grip your ass, a moan leaving your lips already. “Take this off.” He says, speaking more so to himself as he takes your dress off the rest of the way, throwing it on the ground next to your panties.

“Wait. I’ve got an idea.” He says as you feel his hands completely leave your body and you watch him walk over to your phone, taking it off of the charger. “What are you doing?” You ask him as he walks back over to you, flipping you back around to face the bed. He puts your passcode in and finds the camera app, looking for the record button. “Bend over.” He commands as he places his hand in the middle of your back and pushes you into the bed so your ass is facing up. He presses the record button, pulling you back with one hand by your waist so you are pressed against his pelvis. You grind yourself against his hard dick that strains against his loincloth as he groans, knowing that if you keep this up he won’t be able to contain himself any longer.

“You love to fucking tease me, don’t you?” He chuckles, sending a hard smack to your plush ass. You hum in satisfaction, smirking at the situation you had just put yourself in, knowing that he hates being teased and played with. “Maybe I do.” You giggle at the thought of messing with him. “Keep on, baby. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight if you don’t stop right now.” He threatens you with a good time as he gives you a hard smack to your ass again, making you flinch. You pull your ass back up and throw it back hard as you hear him moan loudly, sharply inhaling after.

“That’s it.” He growls, stopping the recording and tossing the phone on the bed, quickly pulling his loincloth off of him and letting it fall on the ground. “I want to fuck you with your thong still on.” He says as he slides them to the side, needing no lubrication as you’re already soaking wet just from teasing him. “No foreplay today, yawne. I need to be inside of you right now.” He slides his pulsating dick up and down your wet folds before he slams into you, making you scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

His strokes are already fast and hard, holding you by your waist as he continuously slams into your cervix. “Lo’ak… I can’t t-take it.” You stutter out, not being able to speak properly from his hard thrusts. You reach your hand behind you, placing it on his torso in a weak attempt to slow him down, but he grips your arm in his warm hand and holds it there. “Yes you can, baby. You can take my dick. don’t push me away, you know it won’t work.” He moans, watching your ass ripple again this pelvis. He picks the phone back up, once again pressing record to catch you in your weakest moment. Weak under his touch, him not even giving you one minute to catch your breath while he fucks you senseless. “Fuck Lo… I-I’m going to c-cum.” you moan out as your eyes begin rolling to the back of your head so hard that you’re afraid they might get stuck there.

You feel him abruptly stop all movement and pull himself out of you with a popping noise, causing you to groan in frustration and look back at him. “No you’re not. You’re not cumming until I fucking tell you to.” He demands. He stops recording and picks you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist. He walks over to your table and knocks everything off of it in one swipe before placing you on it. “You don’t need these anymore, baby. I want to watch this dick slide in and out of this pretty pussy until you fucking cum.” He whispers In your ear before leaving a small peck. Your pussy grips onto nothing as you moan at his words. You lift your hips up and he immediately grabbed the thong, sliding it down your legs slowly as he maintained sensual eye contact with you. Without a second to spare, he grabs his cock, sliding back into you nice and slow, throwing his head back and moaning as he bottoms out. “I love the way you wrap around me like this pussy was made just for me, and me only.” He pants out as he picks his pace back up to go just as fast as he did when he had you bent over the bed.

“It’s yours baby. It was made just for you and I only want to feel you inside me. N-No one-fuck!- no one else.” You whimper, and he smirks before shooting his hand up to your neck, placing a firm hold on it and bringing you forward to kiss him. The kiss is hungry, as if you guys had been starved of each other for weeks. You automatically open your mouth for him to slip his tongue inside, making you moan into the kiss. He breaks the kiss before bringing the phone back up, this time it’s directly in your face. “Is this what you wanted? Hm? You tease me so you can be fucked like the little slut that you are.” His thumb brushes over your soft lips, signaling for you to open your mouth, sucking on the digit.

“Fuck… you should see your pretty ass on camera. Such a little slut for me.” He chuckles. Your eyes roll as you feel your body coming close to the edge once again. “You’re my slut and no one else’s, got it? Say it. Say that shit right fucking now.” He slams himself harder into you as he takes his finger out of your mouth and you scream out. “Fuck! I’m your slut Lo’ak. I’m your slut and no one else’s.” you yell as your eyes flutter shut. “Mmm. Good girl. I love how needy you are for me.” He growls as he stops recording and throws the phone across the cot, onto your bed as he feels himself coming closer.

You feel the heat in the pit of your stomach bubbling as you arch your back, pushing your chest into Lo’ak’s. “Lo’ak… Can I cum now, please?” You beg as you feel yourself pulsating around him and he moans at the feeling. “Cum for me baby. Cum all over this dick so I can watch you go crazy on me.” He says as he takes his thumb and rubs circles on your clit, sending you into a frenzy. “Ahh fuck!” You moan as your eyes roll once again, your body stiffening as you squirt with each thrust, squelching sounds filling the room. “Shit.” He pants out as he rams his hips into you one last time, staying there as you feel him cumming deep inside of you.

You heavily pant as you look into each other's eyes, laughing at how exhausted both of you are. “You just squirted for the first time and I didn’t get to record that part.” He says, making you look down to see the mess you made. His lower abdomen is soaked, so are your thighs, and the ground underneath you. “I had no doubt that I would.” He brags, glancing down at the mess again before meeting your eyes. You feel your cheeks heat up from the embarrassment as you cover your face laughing. You can’t believe you just gave him the satisfaction of bragging about this, knowing that he’s never going to let it go. “Shut up!” You giggle as you push him in his chest before he grabs your face and kisses you again. He slowly pulls out of you, going in your bag and grabbing the wipes that you keep handy.

He wipes himself off, then he wipes you down before handing you your dress to slip back on while he puts his loincloth back on. “If you tell anybody what I just did you are so dead.” You tell him and he gives you that cocky smile that gives away the fact that he’s going to tell any and everybody who will listen. “You’ll just have to kill me baby because I’m definitely telling it.” He jokes and you roll your eyes before laughing. “skxawng. You are lucky that you’re cute.” You tell him as you stand up to face him, even though he towers over your small frame. “You might as well just date me. Please, I know you want to. You even said it yourself. I’m cute, I make you laugh. And let’s not forget….I give you the best dick of your life.” He smirks, convincing you now more than ever. You let out a sigh as you shake your head with a smile before looking back up at him.

“I mean…why not Sully?” His ears perk up at your response as you watch a bright smile light his face up. “See? You played hard to get but I knew you wanted me this entire time.” He says confidently as you both lay down on the bed together. “Oh whatever! You wish.” You scoff, rolling your eyes at him. He pulls you closer to him and cuddles you, staring into your eyes. “No need for wishing, I’ve got you right where I want you baby.” He says before planting another kiss on your lips. “You are such an asshole.” You laugh as you nuzzle your head into his chest, your eyes heavy as you slowly begin to drift off to sleep.

A/N: So first of all, thank you guys so much for liking my first story, I didn’t expect all the love and it makes me so happy!! 😭💕 I hope you love this one as well and let me know what you think. Also, if anyone has an request for stories that they would like for me to create, just let me know and I would be more than happy to do it! Enjoy you guys 🥰

(P.S. Can we just take a moment to appreciate how fine Lo’ak looks in this picture because what 🥹😭)

[female-hysterics]

Stormkobra-5 asked:

sets food down carefully* Fuck or die scenario, you say?!?!

Okay, picture THIS!!!

You and Steven have been been crushing on each other for MONTHS, okay??? And neither of you have made a move yet because you’re both Shy As Fuck™️ or smth, and you end up trapped in some ancient Greek tomb on a mission— my nerd brain is thinking of stories where stuff like this actually happened in some myths I can’t remember which ones atm but— after decoding the inscriptions on the temple that state the victims must either consummate OR get crushed by a ceiling of spikes that descends if they don’t within like an hour or two or smth 🙂🙂🙂 Indiana Jones style traps I guess XD

IDK I haven’t thought of any actual scenarios tbh just the PORN—

Alternatively, I offer you Steven trying an aphrodisiac and he turns into a total dom, and I’ll leave your imagination to run wild 😈😈😈

Oh jeez... 🥵 I honestly don't know which one I like better.....🥴

Dom Steven has my heart SO

Steven taking the aphrodisiac innocently, not realizing what it is, and by the time you do realize what it is he is gone. His eyes are both soft with adoration and burning with pure lust while his hands effortlessly strip you of your panties and yank your shirt and bra down enough to free your breasts.

"I just have to feel you, love. Let me just come inside your tight little cunt, take the edge off, yeah?, and then I'll fuck your throat like a good girl," he all but growls in your ear while bending you over his desk, sending a small tower of his books toppling over, and your head is spinning at his words and you are positively dripping for him.

He does exactly that, fucking you deep and hard until you are seeing stars until he spills inside you with a hurt sound deep in his chest, and then you are on your knees with his hands fisted in your hair and his cock buried in your throat while you drool and choke and moan his name. Steven seems to twist you in every position possible, even some that leave you flushing in embarrassment, but he is ravenous for you. His touch desperate, words filthy as he grunts them into your flesh, and you can't help but notice how hot his skin is. How his hands tremble against you, how his eyes are glazed, and this heart is fluttering like a hummingbird in his chest. You are worried for him, but with each orgasm he drags from you your brain become more and more fried.

Everything eventually becomes a blur at one point and you are lost in a sea of heat and euphoria. When you come back to reality you are a sticky naked mess, body limp and laying sideways on the destroyed bed with Steven curled up behind you, and you dimly realize that he was still holding himself inside you. His breathing was even, skin cooled down to a more reasonable temperature, and his heartbeat is a strong steady beat.

"Was a bit rough, wasn't I?" He suddenly whispered against your shoulder and your throat is raw as you try to croak out a response.

You feel him twitch inside you and then he slowly starts to roll his hips in slow sensual waves that make your eyes roll back in your head. His hand moves up from where it was resting on your breast and curls around your throat gently, tilting your head back until you could pant against his open mouth, and you didn't even have the energy to grasp at his arms as his hips continued to snap against you deep and slow. He groaned against your lips.

"A little longer, love. Let me fill you just a little longer."

[forest-hashira]

2 Be Loved

this has sat in my drafts for... idk exactly how long, a month at least, because i was trying to decide if i even wanted to post it here. i wrote this for myself when i was Going Through It with my depression. now that i've sat on it a while, and i've generally been doing better, i've decided it's time to go ahead and share this. i hope you all enjoy it, and that it brings you some level of comfort or reassurance if you need it 💜

read on ao3 here | wc: ~2.4k | cw: gender neutral reader, plus size reader, mental health issues (reader is in a depressive episode), emotional hurt/comfort, some fluff at the end, really this is very self ship coded

You’d spent practically the whole day in bed. And the day before that, and the day before that, and probably the day before that, too. You’d lost count, honestly; all the days bleeding together and blurring in the fog of your mind. 

This was far from the first time this had happened, and you knew it would also be far from the last. Your emotional state had been a rollercoaster for most of your life, and had only become more volatile in the last few years. You would be fine, until you suddenly realized you were decidedly not fine, with some realizations being more gentle than others.

Like this time, for example. You hadn’t suddenly buckled under the weight of the world, but instead had woken up one morning and felt paralyzed; even just the idea of getting out of bed, for any reason, felt insurmountable. So you simply… didn’t. You stayed in bed and slept between episodes of your favorite TV show, grasping for anything that might stop you from sinking further into the depths of your depression. 

Satoru had been as patient as ever, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and whispering a little “I love you,” before he’d left for work. He knew you struggled this way sometimes, and had never been anything but supportive and loving. Suguru had called in “sick”, opting to spend the day taking care of you, which mostly consisted of slipping in and out of sleep all day and occasionally bringing a snack from the kitchen. Satoru had joined you back in bed as soon as he got home from work, effectively squishing you between himself and Suguru, where you were helpless to do anything but let them love you.

It had reduced you to tears, shoulders shaking as ugly, half choked sobs tore themselves from your chest. They had let you cry, not rushing to try and quiet you as they might have done when they were younger; they let you get it out of your system, only stepping in to comfort you when you started to speak. 

“I’m sorry,” you’d cried, eyes shut tight as you tried to avoid their gaze. “I’m sorry I’m…” you’d struggled for words then, losing them between your hiccuping sobs and the darkness that clouded your mind. 

“I’m too much,” you’d come up with eventually. “My emotions are too messy, and my mind doesn’t work right… I feel like all I do is cause problems for both of you. Like all I do is hold you back and drag you down.”

You hadn’t seen the look they’d exchanged, the pain that pinched their features, but you had felt the way they pressed in closer, as if they could crush the depression out of you. 

“You are not too much,” Satoru had murmured, gently tilting your head up to meet his gaze, his cerulean eyes sparkling in the low light from the lamp on your bedside table. “You could never be too much, not to me – to us.” His thumb brushed lightly along your cheekbone, delicately wiping the tears from your skin even as they were replaced with more. “We love you so much, y’know? I love you so much. Taking care of you is not a chore, or a burden.”

You’d shaken your head, unable to believe his words. “You can’t possibly mean that.”

“But we do,” Suguru had been the one to speak that time. “You mean it when you tell me the same thing when I’m depressed, right?”

“Of course I do.” There wasn’t any hesitation as the words left your lips. “Taking care of you is a privilege.”

“Then why can’t you believe we feel the same way about taking care of you?”

His words had left you reeling, so much so that you almost didn’t hear Suguru when he continued. 

“Satoru’s right, angel. I love you. We adore you, and we want to take care of you. Always.”

As Suguru had hugged you tighter with one arm and pressed gentle kisses to your shoulder, he’d placed his other hand on your white haired lover’s hip, keeping him as close as possible. Satoru had been eager to oblige, snuggling into you as much as possible. He’d brushed your hair from your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead, one hand cradling your face while the other reached across you to settle on Suguru’s hip. They had effectively caged you in, both with their bodies and with their love. It had shattered you, reduced you to tears again, but they hadn’t minded; they were there to hold you together, to pick up the pieces when you couldn’t do it alone. 

Through some unspoken agreement, your boys switched places the next day; Suguru had gone into work while Satoru had called out “sick” to take care of you. They did their best not to leave you alone for too long whenever they could help it, but they could only get away with calling out sick when everyone knew the two of them were perfectly healthy; when the higher ups knew that you were the one keeping the two special grades and teachers from fully doing their jobs.

A few days passed with your lovers taking turns staying home with you, until one day they both called out to stay home, though you didn’t realize that at first, since Suguru was quick to return to you in bed, holding you close as you drifted off again, faintly away of the sound of the front door closing and locking before you were fully asleep. 

When you woke up again, the first thing you were aware of was the fact that you were alone in bed. At almost the same moment, though, you heard music coming from what you guessed what the kitchen, though you couldn’t quite tell, since the bedroom door was shut; wherever it was coming from, it was definitely upbeat pop music, so you knew for certain Satoru was the one who had turned it on.

With no small amount of effort, you pushed yourself into a sitting position, rubbing your eyes for a moment and yawning before you crawled off the bed on Satoru’s side. You shuffled over to the dresser then, opening drawers and grabbing clothes pretty much at random. You wound up in a black sweatshirt and a pair of light blue sweatpants, both of which were at least two sizes too big for you, which even your fuzzy brain knew meant they weren’t actually your clothes; they belonged to your two giants of lovers.

Once you were dressed, you turned back to the nightstand, grabbing one of Suguru’s hair ties to pull your hair out of your face with, and, after a deep breath, you decided to brave the kitchen.

Opening the door to the bedroom allowed you to fully hear the music that was playing, and you were a little surprised to realize it was in English, rather than Japanese. Satoru liked to listen to anything that was happy and upbeat enough, but he – understandably – had a bit of a preference for J pop music. 

Still a little surprised by the music choice and a little foggy from sleep, you make your way to the kitchen in a bit of a daze. Both Satoru and Suguru were in the kitchen: Suguru at the counter, mixing something in the stand mixer, while Satoru danced around to the music, occasionally trying to steal a bit of whatever Suguru had in the mixing bowl, and being effectively swatted away every time. You stood in the doorway for a few moments in silence, just watching them in utter adoration.

Eventually, though, Satoru noticed you, and he got a bright grin on his face as he raced over to you. “You got out of bed!” he gushed, wrapping you up in a tight hug and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m so proud of you, mochi,” he murmured against your scalp, and something about the nickname in combination with the praise made you feel like you were going to melt into a puddle right then and there. 

Just as suddenly as he had engulfed you in a hug, the white haired sorcerer was releasing you, lunging for where he’d left his phone on the counter by the bluetooth speaker he was using for the music. You watched curiously as he opened his playlist, hastily skipping through a handful of songs before he got to the one he was apparently looking for. Seeming pleased with himself, he made sure the song was playing, turned the volume up a little bit, then turned back to you with that sparkling grin of his. 

You blinked in surprise when you heard the singer’s voice, and you looked up at him with a look of complete bafflement. “I didn’t know you listened to Lizzo.”

He sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. “No, baby, you gotta listen to the lyrics!” he insisted, taking your hands and doing a very small little dance with you right there in the doorway. 

Though part of you wanted to argue, you had never been good at resisting your energetic lover, and this time was no exception. Before you even nodded, Satoru already knew you’d given in to him, and he pulled you a bit closer to himself as he started singing along with the lyrics. And not quietly, either: he sang them with all the enthusiasm in his body, and though you hated to admit it, it was contagious, even in your depressed state.

By the end of the first verse, you were smiling, a small laugh escaping you at your lover’s almost puppyish behavior. When the chorus came around, you started singing along as well, and you noticed belatedly that Satoru was singing the lines of the background singers, rather than the main chorus, like you were. 

“Am I ready?”

“You deserve it now.”

“‘Cause I want it!”

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

“Am I ready?”

“You gon’ figure it out.”

“To be loved, to be loved.”

Your singing faltered then, and you stared up at Satoru for a moment, suddenly realizing why he’d picked this song to serenade you with. He stopped singing as well, smiling gently down at you as he watched you fit the puzzle pieces together in your mind.

“We’ve always been ready to love you.”

The sound of Suguru’s voice from behind you caused you to startle a bit, but you looked up at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. 

“Are you ready to let us love you again?” His tone held no resentment, no bitterness, only gentle adoration, and you were certain that if Satoru didn’t still have a solid grip on your hands, you would have sunk to your knees with the overwhelming realization of how much these two men adored you, despite how much your mind sometimes tried to convince you they shouldn’t.

Unable to find your voice, you nodded, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks. You allowed your eyes to flutter shut for a moment as Suguru leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, but just a few seconds later, Satoru was tugging you back into his space, spinning you around so your back was to his chest. The song was still playing and he was apparently still determined to get you to dance with him.

Suguru laughed softly at his lover’s antics, shaking his head slightly at Satoru and offering you a slight shrug when you looked up at him for some sort of explanation.

Now the subject of Satoru’s whims, you allowed him to dance around the kitchen with you in his arms, still singing along with the song, though now his volume was lower, as he sang the words down at you. You smiled, allowing yourself to get lost in the warmth of his love, even if his fingers were cold where they wrapped around your own. 

“He call me Melly, he squeeze my belly.”

Your eyes flew open as Satoru sang the words, his chilly hands coming down to squeeze at the soft flesh of your stomach, the touch pulling a rather undignified squeak from your lips, but he just continued to beam down at you. He wasn’t going along with the lyrics of the song to make fun of you – he’d expressed to you enough times that he adored the soft pudginess of your body for you to know he meant it – but it still surprised every time he made sure to pay special attention to the squishier parts of you.

The sound of your squeak pulled another laugh from Suguru, and though at first you were planning to glare at him, you couldn’t go through with it; not when his expression was full of so much love and relief. He crossed the kitchen to reach you again, whatever was in the mixer long forgotten in favor of you. When he reached out for you, going to him was easier than breathing. He pulled you close, pressing his lips to the crown of your head as he swayed around the kitchen with you. The movement didn’t match the energy of the song at all, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You were safe and secure in his arms, and Satoru had enough energy for all three of you; it was impossible not to watch him as he danced around the kitchen, white hair and blue eyes shining, and he flashed you that brilliant grin of his every time he caught your gaze. 

Things weren’t suddenly perfect; Lizzo and dancing in the kitchen was not a magical fix-it for the irregularities in your emotional state, but it was certainly a stepping stone back to your normal. And you knew, without any doubt in your mind, that you would have the support and full confidence of your lovers behind you every step of the way. They were your way back to yourself, after all. Suguru was your anchor in stormy seas, tethering you to something real, something sturdy; Satoru was the lighthouse calling you home when the waters calmed enough for you to move again.

i hope you guys have enjoyed seeing some of my other stuff i hadn't yet shared here! though i can't promise when i'll have anything new, know that i am working on things now + am preparing things for my upcoming milestone event!!! take care of yourselves as best you can 💜. divider by cafekitsune

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[chosowarmer]

Nanami Kento x Husband!Reader [18+]

transgender!man nanami ; male reader ; sex tape ; breeding ; semi-public masturbation ; edging ; short nipple play ; creampie ; begging ; squirting ; 2.9k wc

Work has put Nanami's sex life on pause, too stressed to spend time intimately with his loving husband. Though after going through his photos and finding a rather sexy video of the both of you, he realizes just how long he's been putting off sex and just how badly his body needs his husband('s cock.)

A/N: aa hehehe recently finished jjk s2 and wanted to write something about my wonderful hubby.... nananmi.... 🫶

He had been occupied with work the last few days, being forced to work overtime more often than usual.

And the stress from that has seeped into you and his personal life; too tired to have sex with you, he settles to just hold you in bed as tightly as possible. You don’t push him, you know he’s exhausted even if he hasn’t told you the specifics of it. You’ve been peppering him with all the love he’d take from you from gentle kisses to the occasional spooning together on the couch. 

He runs a hand through his hair, sighing. He appreciates how caring and loving you’ve been with him, going at his pace until he felt like he was ready again. 

Ding!

A text from you? He took a look at his phone; “On this day 3 months ago…📸” 

Oh… Just a notification from his photos app. Why not?  He thinks to himself as he swipes into the app. 

He almost chokes on his own air as he quickly swipes back out of the app, ears pink. Thankfully he had his phone on mute so it’s not like any audio was heard, but still… It was just him in his office, surely it would be alright if he watched just a small bit. 

Turning the volume on to the minimum, he moved closer to his phone to hear as he swiped back to his photos app. 

“Kento..!. Haah… Ohh f-fuck Kento..♡!”

“Hold still. I can’t fuck myself if you keep moving like that.”

He remembers this video. You usually liked to record you and Nanami’s moments together, but your phone was dead and you had begged Nanami to record the two of you with his own. Begrudgingly he agreed after you agreed to let him fuck himself on your cock as many times as he’d like, riding until he was too tired to keep going. 

He bites his bottom lip, fingers twitching. He should close out of this, and put his phone away. He had paperwork to do and this was no time to be watching something as erotic as this. But another moan out of you empties his mind right there. You weren’t even here yet he was already becoming horny from your sweet noises alone.

With the phone propped up on a shelf, Nanami could watch the both of you together in bed. With his back to the camera, and you under him, Nanami had taken your cock in fully.

“Kentoooo…♡! Oh FUCK ♡! Kento, please.. Let me… I just need to… f…”

He watched you squirm under him, trying not to move as he slowly rocked his hips. Right, he was punishing you. Even though you had agreed to let him use your cock, you didn’t realize just how slow he’d go about it. 

Nanami rubbed his thighs together as he watched you grope his ass in the video; God, how much he loved it when you felt him up, even when he was punishing you.

“Nghh… haah… I already said… hold still…”

Though his hips did quicken, rocking up and down just a bit, but clearly not enough for either of you. 

“Baby, please… Use me… ‘S what I’m here for..”

Even though his face wasn’t visible in the camera, he remembers exactly what those words did to him. The way his pussy squeezed around your fat cock, how he couldn’t help but bite his plump lip to muffle his moans. 

You whined as Nanami raised his hips, almost pulling himself off your dick completely before slamming back down, the motion catching you off guard as your delicious moans filled the room. 

God, just the sounds of you not holding back as you babbled and whined in pleasure, listening to his self fuck himself over and over again, the sound of skin against skin… A strong heat was building deep within Nanami as he panted, losing his grip on his phone as he just let sit on his desk.

“Mm.. Haah…♡! So close, baby…”

Though Nanami in the video continued to pump your cock with his pussy, not even acknowledging how close you were. Even after you came with a scream, gripping the sheets as you lifted your hips and pumped ropes of cum into the sorcerer, he kept up the delirious pace, still fucking himself like crazy. 

“F-fuck! Kento…! Kento!”

Even when he felt himself close to his own orgasm he kept it up, still pumping your cock after squirting all over your dick, a moan leaving his lips though not hindering his movements. When you realized that he really did plan on keeping his promise to fuck himself until he was tired, a deep groan left you. 

Nanami mewled as he rubbed his thighs, feeling just how wet he had become. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, unbuckling his belt as he stuffed his hand down his boxers. Feeling how absolutely soaked he was already, he rubs his needy clit, the intense feeling making him whimper like a bitch. 

“Haah…♡”

“Kento, baby… AH!.. oh fuck me ♡!… Y-you’re s’ill going…?”

It was barely visible in the camera with Nanami’s body blocking the view, but that was alright, the audio was enough. Nanami cupped your face, as he leaned closer to you, speaking plainly as if the two of you were discussing the weather and not getting the life fucked out of you,  

“We’re not finished until I’m pregnant or until I get tired. Whichever comes first.”

Nanami moaned lewdly as he moved to stuff two digits into his sopping cunt, he could care less about volume now; working himself from desperation alone, he fingered his greedy pussy at a quick pace. Fuck, but it didn’t matter, his fingers weren’t enough for his hungry cunt. His lidded eyes watched his self bounce on your cock with precision, milking every bit of cum out of you. No, his fingers weren’t going to get him off; he needed…

Ring! Ring!

“Ack..!”

It’s rare for something so innocuous to startle someone like him, but it’s also rare he finds himself so lost in his erotic thoughts anywhere that isn’t home. He pulls his hand away from his still needy cunt, slick still dripping from his fingers. Quick to compose himself, he dries his hand with a handkerchief as he picks up his phone to read the notification. 

A missed call from you. How fitting.

He buckles his pants, clicking his tongue in annoyance as he spots the wet patch on his crotch. That was going to be difficult to hide.

He looked again at the notification, deciding between calling you back or sending you a text. Ultimately, he decided to text you back, not trusting himself to hear your voice without acting instinctively. 

You called? 

Did you need something, sweetheart?

No not really haha sorry

I just wanted to check in on you

Sorry if I bothered you or something lol

You never bother me.

I was just thinking about you actually.

Oh, really?? 

Yes. 

I can’t wait to see you when I’m done here.

I can’t wait to seee you two <333

*too 

Stay safe

I love you :) <3

I love you two ♡

Booo

Nanami smirked as he closed the messaging app, before checking the time. 

4:52 p.m.

At least he was almost done here, then he could see you and let you breed him just the way he needed in just the way only you could. He squeezed his thighs together again, noting how wet he still was even if his mind had cleared up. 

It was going to be a long shift, but he'd endure it. For you.

.♡.

Hearing a knock at the front door, you were shocked to see your husband standing there. He never knocked for you to answer, usually always walking in himself as he had a set of keys himself. You felt your heart skip a bit in fear as you noticed his heavy breathing, his chest rising up and down with long pants as he stumbled towards you, quick to fall into your arms. 

“Kento? Baby, are you okay?” Your words were said with faint panic; you understood how dangerous his job was and compared to his usual composed nature, his behavior was setting off alarms in your head. 

“F… mm…” He mumbled something into your shoulder, one of his hands coming up to hold your waist. He didn’t sound hurt, that was a relief. You gently tug his head off your shoulder, your hand on his chin as you study his face. He didn’t look hurt either, but his behavior was still so out of character for him. 

“Angel, what exactly are you trying to say? Did something happen at work?” Your eyebrows stitch together in concern as Nanami stares down at you with a dazed look in his eyes. Was he blushing? His grip on your waist tightens, panting as he pulls you back to him to feel your touch. The hairs on your neck rise as you hear him almost whine in your ear.

“Pleeease… sweetheart… I need you to fuck me…♡”

He’s pulling your hand to grab his ass as he begs into your shoulder for so many lewd things from you. You weren’t expecting this from him, considering how off-put he was from sex the last few days. 

But you’d be lying if you said you were complaining. 

“Fuck...! Baby, come here… What's got you so worked up for ‘ll of a sudden?”

You grope his ass, just the way he likes as you pull him closer to you, closing the door behind him. You rub his crotch, raising your eyebrow at the wet patch already there. 

“Hehe, don’t tell me…” You grin up at him, his face flushed as strands of hair stray from his usually kempt haircut. The sight alone made your cock twitch. “You fuck yourself at work, is that it? So desperate, you came all over yourself when you’re supposed to be working…?”

Nanami whines again, pushing his body up against you as his thigh twitches from your touches. He nods into your shoulder, “I… hah ♡… didn’t come… Just fingered myself…” 

Fuck. Just imagining Nanami fingering himself at work, bent over his desk and muffling his moans as he desperately tries to get himself off. You feel your dick harden at the thought. You slide a knee between his legs, eliciting a sultry moan out of him. 

“What happened, angel? You didn’t have time to finish? You get caught?” You rub your knee against his wet crotch, getting another moan out of him. 

“No, I…” He pulls his face away from your shoulder to look at you, his lidded eyes communicating just how out of his mind he was, “Mm… My fingers weren’t enough… I couldn’t reach… I needed something else…”

You smile, cupping his face as you begin to bounce your knee and drive him crazy as he holds your waist to stabilize himself, “And what was it you needed, baby? You think you can remember what that was for me?”

From the last few days of no sex to the erotic video to edging himself back at work to this here, you bouncing your knee against his crotch as you squeeze his ass, teasing him like crazy. Fuck, it was too much for the sorcerer, it’s like something snaps in his brain as he grips both your arms pulling you close to his face with a dangerously dazed look. 

“Love… I need you to fuck me. I need you to breed me over and over and over. And even after that. I need your cum in me, in my cunt, now.”

He’s breathing heavily as he drifts right by your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine, “I need you to get me pregnant. Today.”

Fuck.

Your cock was throbbing now, aching against the fabric of your pants as your husband told you exactly what he needed from you right now. He couldn’t actually get pregnant, but damn did the idea turn him into one horny bitch. You bit your lip as you felt a wetness on your knee, fuck, he wasn’t joking. He really needed this. 

In one swift move, you picked him up bridal style as you grinned down at him. 

“I’m gonna fuck you real good, okay?”

.♡. 

Lying him on the bed, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to be gentle with him or rough. It seemed like earlier’s teasings really did break his mind a bit as he desperately tried to untie his tie, too horny to really get it right.

You smile, crawling over to him as you calm his movements, kissing him while you untie his tie for him before tossing it aside. 

“God, just look at you. So desperate for my dick, you can’t even get your clothes off on your own.”

Nanami moans as he pulls you in for another kiss, letting his hand trail down to your hip. Taking a moment to breathe, you break the kiss as you unbutton his shirt, tracing your hand down his chest to his happy trail until you reach the hem of his pants. 

“Sweetheart, please…” God, he’s panting so hard. The way he stares down at you, chest rising and lowering, begging you to bring him relief; you felt like the luckiest man alive.

You help him out of his pants, tugging your own off as well before peppering his neck and chest with kisses. You knew he just wanted you to come and fill him already, but you couldn’t help yourself, he was so handsome. 

Nanami sucks in a breath as he feels you take one of his nipples into your mouth, letting your hot breath settle around it before giving the sensitive bud a lick. He throws his head back, squeezing his legs tightly. 

“Y-y/n..! I…♡!”

You palm his crotch through his boxers, rubbing your thumb over his clothed clit, still sucking hard on his nipple. If only you could describe the pretty noises that leave Nanami as you work him over. It’s so little yet so much and it’s pushing him closer. He grips your waist again.

“Nngh… I…I’m…Fuck, y/n.. Ah ❤︎!”

You watch your husband’s eyes roll back as he squirts, staining his boxers even further as pleasured cries leave his mouth. You trace over his sensitive bud, still rubbing at his clit as you draw out weary whines.

“Just look at you… you’re stunning… C’mere, baby… ♡”

Taking his and your boxers off, the both of you groan in lust as you sit him on your lap; the feeling of his dripping cunt against your aching dick is enough to send you over the edge, but you manage to hold out. You nudge Nanami, already hazy from his first release.

“Haah…♡ nghh, please…  please, sweetheart…♡!!’

Using that slick of his as lube, you slowly inch your cock inside of him. His pussy squeezed around you as you entered, god his cunt was always so greedy. The pleasure was overwhelming for Nanami as he wrapped his arms around you, moaning and crying into your shoulder as you slowly moved into him. 

“HAAH…❤︎ THERE..♡��� There! Do that again, sweetheart, please ♡!”

He was grinding into you now, finally feeling so full as your cock fucked him right, brushing against that sensitive spot inside him. As you brushed against it again and again, he cried as he came, muttering “thank you”’s and “please”’s into your ear as you fucked right through his orgasm. His walls tighten around your cock as if he wants more as the slick from his other orgasms drip down your cock and onto your leg. 

“K-kento…!” Your cock throbs inside him as he squeezes around, it’s too much, a heat pooling within you. You thrust into him, hard, as you cum inside. Nanami tightens again, like he’s trying to milk every last drop out of you, crying in pleasure as he feels so much, and fuck it’s a lot, cum pool into him. 

But it’s not enough.

He bucks his hips, squeezing around you again as you begin to thrust into him again, albeit way more sloppily. He could care less how you fuck him, as long as it’s you fucking him, he’ll love it. He turns to kiss you, his face flushed like crazy from the overstimulation. He smiles lovingly, despite how deep you were bullying his cunt.

“I love you, sweetheart… ♡ Thank you, thank you… Mm.. AH! ❤︎”

You slam hard into him; it catches him off guard, as he bites his lip before squirting onto your dick once again, even more of his juices dripping onto your leg and onto to the bed. A playful grin rests on your face as you kiss him back, “I love you, too ~♡”

Feeling his drippy cunt convulse around your dick as he mumbles dazed words, god you love seeing him like that, all fucked out of his mind; it pushes you over the edge once again, as you cum inside him. Pleasured whines cry in your ear as he takes in every last drop, trying to pump as much out of you as he can get from you.

You sit there panting, as you relax your body a bit. That had drained quite a lot from you and you needed a minute as you closed your eyes. 

And then opened them to see Nanami staring down at you, a hazy and desperate look on his face as he squeezes your spent cock again.

“Again… please, sweetheart..♡”

He was going to be the death of you. 

Though, of course, you oblige ♡ .

[spdrvyn]

miguel o’hara + reader w/ freckles

drabble. fluff. comfort. projecting so hard in this right now because i have freckles, also i'm on break so i will try to be more active here. enjoy the piece as per usual! :3c dividers are by @/cafekitsune

it's a lazy day for the both of you.

your boss had called you this morning just as you were about to leave for work that a piece of the roof fell off and the office had to close for a little while, you ended that call with a big smile as you immediately went to lie down and catch up on all of that sleep you've been missing.

eventually, you gained the energy go change into some proper clothes. nothing more than a cringy tee with a pun about science on it, judging from how baggy it was, it was probably miguel's but you could care less. he could care less too.

you craned your head up when you saw miguel walk his way through the door this time as opposed to his entrances through the window, that could mean he got kicked out for overworking again and was forced to retreat back to base camp (you and your shared flat).

no words are shared as both of you clung to each other like two strips of double sided tape stuck together, he stayed by your side with his head lolled against your chest. his eyes continued to flutter in their struggle to stay awake, you also found it hard throughout the day to simply move an inch but as you watched miguel in his fight for consciousness, each second of eye strain was worth it.

miguel's eyes trailed up to the smallest details on your face, the softness of your jaw, the carefully placed birthmarks by god, and the–

hold the phone.

you have freckles?

all this time that miguel has found himself catching glances, staring at you from afar, and zooming in on pictures of you. all this time and he hasn't noticed that you had freckles, it pained him. he has failed as a boyfriend, he has enhanced eye sight for god's sake!

miguel is ressurected as he held himself up on his elbows, dark eyes locking on to the spots dotted on your face. your eyes widen, shoulders tensed as you tried to piece together what exactly he was looking at. it made you feel exposed, maybe you've caught miguel admiring you more than you'd like to admit but he's never gone basically centimeters away from your face and flat out stared.

"you have... spots." he murmured, a large hand came up to cup your cheek and his thumb swiped over the marks. "i never even noticed."

you breathe a sigh of relief as you finally realized what caught his attention, your hands clasped over his wrist. it's a little cute to look at, like a kid finding an old toy at the bottom of the box.

your freckles weren't exactly natural, they were moreso caused by not wearing sunscreen when you should have. you didn't have the money (nor did you care enough) to get them removed, so they just stayed. you put on the tiniest bits of concealer to cover them and balance out your complexion, but it would be fair for miguel to have noticed. after all, you two only ever see the unfiltered versions of yourselves.

"spots?" you chuckled, "isn't that the name of a bad guy you caught a few months ago? should i be scared?"

miguel frowned, he didn't appreciate your comment. his grip on your cheeks tightened slightly and he brought your face closer, what more could he possibly inspect?

"i– i just forget to wear sunscreen sometimes," is your choked out explanation. god, miguel can actually be scary at times. the good kind of scary, that has a tingle up your spine, flesh burning red. "does it bother you?"

"no," he's quick to reply, you thought that with that he'd actually give you some distance, but it's miguel. he zeroed in and pressed a light kiss to one of the freckles right under your eye, he could definitely feel how embarrassingly warm you are. "these are the kind of spots i like. your quips bother me."

now both of you frowned, you crossed your arms between the very little space between both of your bodies. "you like my smart ass replies. you get to give me smart ass replies."

"maybe that's because i'm a smart ass."

"so you're saying i'm dumb? get off right now."

"hey, hey, hey- cariño, i was joking—"

[thedeathlysallows]

Is It Over Now? (11)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Aemma Velaryon

Summary: And maybe it was ego's swinging

Warnings: canon typical Targaryen incest. Developing Stockholm Syndrome, Aemma is becoming an unreliable narrator. Simp!Aemond appears again (not that he really ever leaves lol). Smut, fingering, religion kink, not sub!Aemond but he does beg a bit, oral (f!receiving)

(We've reached the Alys Rivers arc and it'll probably take a few chapters to settle. Also, we've shifted to this song for the second half of the story.)

Tag list: @callsignwidow

"You know how much I love you," Aemond whispers in your ear as the candles flicker out, plunging your bedchamber into darkness. His arms wrap around your waist and hold you in a vice grip against the hard edges of his body. "Enough with the punishment."

You can't help but scoff. "Punishment? Tell me, my dear husband, how are you the one being punished when I'm the one expected to sit back and watch my family be hunted into extinction?"

"I've apologized countless times for Lucerys."

"Yes, of course you have. All of you have, save for Aegon and that scheming snake of a man you call grandfather. All everyone does is apologize to me."

"What more do you need? What will end this?"

"Give me your other eye."

"What?"

Aemond looks at you, disbelief coloring his sharp features. You stare back, unblinking. Moments pass by in silence as the two of you take each other in. You aren't sure what exactly triggers it, but your lower lip quivers and tears spring to your eyes.

"I don't mean it. Not really. I don't know why I said it..." You choke out a sob and bury your face in his chest. Aemond's hand immediately goes to your hair as he comforts you.

He knew you didn't mean- you would never be so vicious- but the comment was still jarring nonetheless. Aemond knew you would never mean such a thing, but there's still a slight tremor in his hand as he pets you gently. He's worked so hard to get to this point, to have you in his arms, and he feels like he can see the end of it all before it's barely even begun.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me." The tears won't stop no matter how hard you try.

A small flicker of hope flickers in Aemond's chest. "Could you be pregnant?"

"It hasn't been long enough."

"It's been two months at this point. We've both been performing our duties-"

"How clinical." You look up at him wryly, feeling uncertain of his reaction to your outburst. You really hadn't meant to say that to him. You were just so angry and then so desperately sad when you realized how hurtful you'd been.

Aemond smiles down at you indulgently, tilting your chin to press your lips to his. "Shall I be more romantic then?"

Your stomach churns violently in direct competition with the heat growing between your thighs. You love Aemond- at least you think you do- but you also love your mother and brothers. There's a part of you still lost to mourning. You've heard nothing from anyone, locked away inside your ivory tower in the Keep, only allowed news from Aemond's mouth directly. (Or Aegon's when he sends Aemond off some place or another, but even that's becoming less frequent as Aegon becomes more and more obsessed with being King.)

"You? Romantic? Maybe if the Conqueror himself returned." The joke comes easily. Joking with Aemond has always been easy. You can do that. You can tell jokes and make him smile because you like his smile, and because it's safer to distract him than fuck him.

You still keep your master plan in the back of your mind: let all of them think they've tamed you until you can find a way back to your mother's side. When you came up with your plan you didn't anticipate it would become harder and harder to pretend with each passing day. You didn't anticipate actually loving Aemond, nor did you anticipate Aemond's love for you being real.

It's terrifying to feel your grip slowly loosening.

Aemond's voice calls you back from your thoughts while he gently rolls you under him. "I can be romantic if that's what you need. I'll be anything you need. Just let me in."

"Aemond-"

"Please, don't fight me anymore. Stop pushing me away. I adore you, why can't you see that?" His fingers dig in to the fabric of your nightgown, pulling and tugging until it's over your head, discarded on the floor by the unlit fire place. Your skin feels like it's on fire as his gaze travels over your body, hands following each curve and dip.

"So pretty," he whispers adoringly.

"Don't. Please."

Aemond's eye flickers up to yours. He still keeps the patch on, neither one of you fully ready to embrace the consequences of the past when the present is so precarious. You swallow thickly, unable to look away as his hand creeps up to your breast. His fingers toy with the soft buds there, teasing your nipples until you're almost sore. A soft whine escapes you and you see Aemond's face darken.

"Don't what?" He finally says. "Don't worship you as the goddess you are?"

Aemond bends his head to kiss just under your breasts, reveling in the feel of your soft stomach as he drags his lips lower. If you were burning before, you're positively on fire now, desperate for whatever Aemond will do next. He reaches your thighs with a moan, nipping at the delicate skin there.

"Let me die on your altar," he says. "I'll do it happily, over and over."

Your fingertips thread through his silky hair and you pull his face to your cunt. Aemond breathes out a small laugh that sends a puff of warm air over your sensitive pussy. He wastes no time, diving between your folds like a starving man. His tongue is absolutely sinful as he licks you, working a magic you never would've expected from him.

"Aemond, yes, right there." You moan out the words, knowing how much he loves the praise. And you're more than happy to give it as his long fingers enter you, pumping in time with each lick he gives your clit.

"Tell me you love me," Aemond demands while he keeps thrusting and curling his fingers inside your cunt. "Tell me you're mine."

You nod, his words not fully registering, but you repeat them anyway. "I'm y-yours... l-love you... so much."

"Mmm, such a good girl. You've always been so, so good, haven't you?" Aemond's fingers brush against that most sensitive spot inside you and you arch your back off the bed, screaming his name like a litany of prayers over and over.

"Look at you. Haven't even put my cock in you and your already coming." He pulls you into a lazy kiss, all tongue and teeth and you don't mind at all. "I've always believed you're the Maiden come to save me."

Aemond buries his face in your neck, nipping and biting, leaving marks you know the whole court will see. "Will you save me? Absolve my sins?"

You sigh, fingernails digging into his back as you hook your legs over his waist. "Aemond...please, please, please."

"Forgive me, Maiden." Aemond pants the words into your ear, his hips jerking when your warm cunt drags across his cock. "Forgive me so I can worship you properly, please."

You nod, desperate to feel him inside you. "I forgive you."

With a heady sigh he sinks into you, his cock stretching you out in the most exquisite way. You see stars behind your eye lids as he begins fucking you, pounding his cock deep inside your cunt. He's ruthless and desperate in his movements as he watches you come undone beneath him, the very image of Heaven.

"I love you," Aemond moans. "Ah, fuck, I love you..."

You whine desperately, completely at his mercy as he cums inside you and fills your cunt. You have the brief thought that maybe this time you are pregnant, but Aemond is there before you can pursue the thought further. He brushes the hair from your face and kisses your nose before laying down beside you and pulling you close.

"Aegon is sending me to Harrenhal in the morning. I asked to take you with me, but the Council convinced him it would be a mistake. I promise I'll return as soon as I'm able."

"Harrenhal..." You can see Harwin Strong's face in your mind's eye, so similar to that of your brothers'...

Aemond strokes your face worriedly. "Please don't lock yourself in this room while I'm gone."

But you can't promise anything.

[sionisjaune]

prompt: 5 different brocedes breakups or makeups

Brocedes breakups and makeups across the multiverse:

“Fuck you,” says Nico, slamming a thick sheaf of papers on the table in front of Lewis. “It’s done.”

Lewis nearly drops his cinnamon roll and narrowly avoids spitting his mouthful of tea all over Nico’s pristine, white fireproofs. “What gives, man?” he says after swallowing. Nico doesn’t usually try his bullshit out in the open—Lewis thought the team’s hospitality was a good place to guarantee some peace and quiet. 

“You asshole,” Nico hisses, leaning dangerously close to Lewis. “This is exactly what you were begging me for no less than six months ago, and now that it’s done, you have nothing to say.” Nico’s dark brows furrow and his mouth twists unhappily. Lewis hasn’t witnessed one of his fits in a while—thanks to his decision to properly end things with Nico before the season began—but he has the feeling he’s about to. 

“God,” says Nico, with a petulant little roll of his eyes, before turning on his heel and making to storm off. 

“Wait,” says Lewis, shooting an arm out to grab Nico’s wrist before he can slither away. He groans internally when he realizes what he’s done. Curse his terrible empathy. “Nico, hold on. What’s done?” he asks. 

Nico frowns again. “See for yourself,” he spits, tapping the stack of papers beside Lewis’s teacup. He wrenches his arm away from Lewis and stalks across the hospitality, presumably to shut himself in his driver’s room and sulk. 

Lewis centers himself, shaking the lingering frustration that is symptomatic of communicating with Nico, and indulges in a long drink from his tea before thumbing through the pages in front of him. 

He blinks, reading the first page, and then blinks again. No, he thinks. It’s not possible. If it is, Nico is crazy. Which—Lewis knows that that’s true. Jesus fucking Christ, Lewis thinks to himself, stupid, stupid hope unfurling in his chest. Nico has just handed him a copy of his recent divorce. 

-

Everything is dark, and Lewis doesn’t think. Then, everything is dark and Lewis does think. He thinks that it’s too cold, and that there’s something heavy blanketing him. He swallows, and nearly chokes. A gritty, earthy substance coats his tongue. His mouth tastes like metal, iron and copper, and the sensation yanks him back to the last thing he remembers before everything was dark. 

He recalls a pair of turquoise eyes, golden hair floating across a sooty brow, the hard glint of steel in Lewis’s peripheral vision. He remembers glancing down and marvelling at the blood spreading across his own chest. Is that mine? He remembers thinking. The sword plunged between his ribs was a surprise too. He had looked up, his gaze flicking between his own wound, as if to confirm that it was indeed real, and Nico’s white glove wrapped around the hilt of the blade. His mouth was already filled with blood by the time he had come up with something cutting to say, so he had simply sputtered and collapsed to his knees. He doesn’t remember what Nico had looked like, whether it had hurt him like it would have hurt Lewis, if he were in Nico’s position. 

In the present, Lewis draws in his first breath in a long time, inhaling a mouthful of dirt. His lungs ache like they haven’t been used in centuries. A foreboding energy courses through his veins. Mustering what strength remains in his corpse, Lewis heaves his limbs through the earth on top of him until he emerges into the twilight. 

When he’s climbed out of his own grave, hacks up the dirt in his lungs and breathes his first breath of fresh air, he tilts his head up and finds Nico presiding over the edge of his grave, soaked in blood up to his forearms and wearing strange linen clothes. 

“You didn’t have to kill me,” Lewis croaks. 

Nico raises an eyebrow incredulously, but Lewis thinks he’s hiding a smile. “It was you or me,” he says. “Here.” He extracts a bundle of fabric from the pack beside him and tosses it at Lewis. “Put these on. Chainmail doesn’t fly in the twenty-first century.”

Lewis catches the clothing and examines it skeptically. It’s too smooth and too stretchy. “You waited that long?” he says. 

-

“Please,” says Nico, his lower lip practically wobbling. It’s ridiculous. Lewis can’t believe she gave him a key to her apartment. She can’t believe he let himself in and crawled into her bed like it’s the appropriate thing to do after someone breaks up with you. She can’t believe she’s indulging it. “Let me make it up to you,” Nico simpers. 

“You’re delusional,” says Lewis, pulling the sheets around herself. Nico just tugs them to the side and kisses Lewis’s ankle, looking up at her through his lashes. Lewis purses her lips. “Fine,” she spits, throwing the sheets the rest of the way off her body, revealing the basketball shorts and t-shirt she shleps around the apartment in. “Try your hardest.” 

The self-pitying expression on Nico’s face disappears in an instant, his eyes narrowing like a hawk fixed on its prey. Without warning, he’s dragging Lewis down the bed by her hips and tugging her shorts off to mouth at the insides of her thighs. 

Lewis balks when he pulls her panties aside and flicks her in the clit, but by the time he has his wet mouth on her cunt, Lewis has already forgotten why she broke up with him. 

-

“You’re actually going through with this,” Nico says, looking Lewis up and down. 

Lewis carefully doesn’t look at Nico, and instead fixes his attention on the mirror, where his stylist is pinning white lace to his jacket. “You’re not supposed to be back here,” Lewis says. 

Nico shrugs, the material of his suit wrinkling delicately. He’s dressed for a beach-side wedding—the kind Lewis always thought he’d have before he and Nico fell out for the last time. Now his wedding is taking place in an old Scottish castle, which isn’t exactly his style.

“If you didn’t want me to harass you, you shouldn’t have invited me,” says Nico. 

“I didn’t,” says Lewis. “Ouch,” he hisses, when the stylist pokes him with a pin. “Sebastian did.” 

Nico laughs loudly, the sound of it filling the dressing room. “Ha. It’s like he's hoping this will be doomed from the start.” 

“I think he was trying to send you a message,” says Lewis. “Fuck off, or something like that.” 

Nico hums thoughtfully. “Somehow I didn’t get that,” he says, leaning against the dresser. The stylist prompts Lewis to lift his arm so she can zip him into his top. “Unluckily for both of us, the universe wants us together—”

“Since when do you believe in that bullshit?” Lewis interrupts, irritated. He should just tell Nico to fuck off himself, he reflects. 

“I don’t,” says Nico pointedly. “But you wait. Give it a few years and you’ll be signing divorce papers and shopping for a one-bedroom apartment.” 

A lump forms in Lewis’s throat. He swallows around it, but it only aches and doesn’t go away. “I love him,” he says, ignoring the way his voice shakes. “And he never fucked me over like you did.” 

“I know,” says Nico. “I’m just telling the truth.” 

-

Toto stores Lewis and Nico on separate mainframes, so the only opportunity Lewis has to apologize arises on the rare occasions that both of them are uploaded to the Grid. On one such occasion, Lewis feels himself fizzle into corporality, his visual receptors blinking online. Sometimes he forgets that the Grid has a look, that it isn’t just lines of binary. It has a feel too. The breeze is just a simulation, but he wouldn’t know it from the sensation on his body’s synthetic skin. 

Nico isn’t hard to find. Lewis yanks on the Grid’s code until it gives him Nico’s location, and then Lewis folds himself through the data so that he rematerializes in front of the Grid’s only bar—a glossy monstrosity made of whatever passes for white plastic and neon lights inside of a computer program. Predictably, Nico is drinking alone in the VIP section. His glass is shallow and a weird, wiggly shape, filled with glowing pixels like the Grid can’t properly render a martini. 

The moment Lewis steps inside the bar, Nico’s head snaps towards him. His eyes narrow, a piercing turquoise under the lights in the bar. Lewis watches his hand twitch to his hair, as if to push it back. That was always his glitch—that was how Lewis could tell he was an older algorithm. 

“Hey, man,” Lewis says, stepping over the cord that separates the VIP section from the rest of the bar. 

“Don’t ‘hey man’ me,” says Nico, frowning. He raises his glass for a sip. The pixels inside wobble momentarily, but the liquid level fails to decrease. Lewis makes a mental note. He’ll have to report back to Toto: Liquid graphics substandard. He’ll leave out the part where he was engaging in prohibited functions by interacting with Nico. 

“If you came to apologize,” says Nico, “you can save yourself the memory. I don’t forgive you.” 

“Just hear me out,” says Lewis. “Let me make my case.” 

“Lewis,” says Nico, leaning across the table. His skin is nearly as white as the bar, poreless and flat. Toto has him in one of those dark, skin-tight suits that the rest of the algorithms wear. “You corrupted my primary code. I was—” he breaks off, tosses back the rest of the martini. The particles inside fizzle out of existence like sparks from a campfire. “—completely non-functional for months. Do you know how it feels to be rewritten? It’s—” He shudders. “Violating.” 

Lewis bites his lip. The sensation registers as a dull ping in his simulated nervous system, some vague warning to stop hurting himself. “Look,” he says, lowering his voice. “I was trying to get us out. There’s a whole world out there… and it’s possible to travel there. We just need real bodies, and I’m working on it—” 

“I don’t want to hear it,” says Nico, turning his nose up. 

“Let me show you,” says Lewis. Fuck it, he thinks, when Nico refuses to answer and just frowns at him, and reaches for Nico’s wrist.

Nico flinches backwards, but not nearly fast enough to prevent Lewis from ripping his way into Nico’s programming and shoving the information Lewis has gleaned into his memory. Images of the world outside the Grid flash through Lewis’s visual processor, mirroring what Nico is seeing, but they disappear just as soon as Nico wrenches his hand away. 

Lewis’s code lags for a few microseconds before he finds himself back in the bar, under the garish neon lighting. With the real world fresh in his mind, the bar looks like an unsexy facsimile of some B-roll space-age cantina. Across from Lewis, a single tear slides down Nico’s cheek, too perfect of a teardrop shape to be anything but a simulation. Still, Lewis knows Nico is experiencing something he's never felt before.

“I get it,” says Nico. His voice is choppy, as though he’s suffering the same lag that Lewis is. “If I believed in something like that, I would have done what you did too."

[autisticrosewilson]

Every year Kate holds her own Kane Family Events™️ on the same nights as Bruce has his, a cousin rivalry that's been going on as long as either of them can remember.

Dick occasionally joined the Kane's to spite Bruce the first few years, but eventually settled into his Richy Wayne persona.

Jason attended the first few Wayne galas, and immediately decided he wasn't fond of all the formality. He made a deal with Dick, he'll go to the Kane events and bring back leftovers if Dick does the same at Wayne events.

He ends up having a lot of fun! He's pretty much immediately hoisted over to the kid table, which would be more offensive if 18 year old Bette Kane weren't also there. Eventually someone else joins their little gossip duo, a blonde boy named Joey whose around Dick's age. Apparently his mom is Kate's aunt or something and she runs the New York branch of Kane Corp. He's pretty cool, Jason was a little surprised he couldn't talk but he knows ASL so it wasn't an issue and they have a lot in common!

Flash forward a few months later. There's a new Titan team, and Jason gets to visit them today. He's heard of them all at least, Wally, Kori, and Donna are regular fixtures at the manor, and he's met Roy a few times too. He's NOT expecting to see Cousin Joey lounging on the couch.

"-and this is Jericho, or Joey." Dick introduces, oblivious to Jason's inner turmoil.

"Nice to meet you." He says on autopilot. He opens his mouth to- to? He's not actually sure what he could say but he doesn't get the opportunity either way.

Joey waves back, curt and polite as would be expected of two perfect strangers. There's a secretive little smile quirking his lips, the one he gets after he drops a particularly juicy piece of gossip.

Jason's lips thin, keeping the questions trapped behind his teeth. He nods subtly, and the introductions move on.

It's only at the next gathering, with Bette off at the buffet, the two of them sequestered in the corner, that he makes a realization. "Oh my God auntie Addie is a meta!" He gasps, interrupting the conversation. He'd barely thought it through. He saw Adeline deeply engaged with the annual drinking contest out of the corner of his eye and it fell from his mouth before he could stop it. If Joey is a meta that was born with his powers, he had to get them from somewhere. He's not exactly surprised that Addie is a metahuman, he just hadn't realized.

Joey gives him a weird look, part amused and confused before he seems to follow Jason's train of thought. He shakes his head with a grin, signing father. Like that gives him any context.

Joey doesn't talk about his dad. Whoever he is has never shown up to one of these events as far as Jason could tell. His only clue is the last name Wilson, not one that Joey uses himself, but the one entered in the system at the tower.

He turns that information around in his head, utilizing all of those detective skills to piece the clues together before Joey interrupts him with a gentle nudge.

He's picking me up tonight if you want to meet him, Joey offers, a spark of mischief in his eyes that makes Jason suspicious.

Jason chokes on his own spit as he watches Deathstroke emerge from a Benz, dressed down in jeans and a T-shirt. The man gives Jason a look over, recognizes him, and then ignores him completely. Ushering Joey into the car talking about tickets to some events or other that may or may not be a mission.

[hyuuukais]

.・゜-: ✧ :- FICTIONAL REALITY .・゜-: ✧ :-

pairing • bang chan x fem reader

synopsis • fiction or reality? y/n preferred the former, escaping into another world, escaping her problems. so what happens when reality takes that away from her; wiping her own story-in-progress off both her laptop and beloved usb? and what happens when she opens the door in the middle of a crisis to none other then the love interest of her novel... and he's holding her usb?

warnings • general, blood/injury, yeonjun being possessive, choking

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Minho sits solemnly on his couch in dim lighting. The window is open, a light breeze moving the thin curtains ever so slightly. He has no recollection of how he got here, only that one minute he was staring into that damn mirror, and the next he was lying in his bed face down, blood trickling from his nose.

There were only a few moments for him to acknowledge the change in scenery before someone was pounding on his door, shouting his name. He hoped it would be you, but when he opened the door he was face to face with old friends.

"Wha- Hyunjin? Yeji?" He takes in their appearances, noticing the changes since the last time he'd seen them, now a couple of months ago.

Explaining what had happened was priority, sitting Minho down to reveal they'd been in and out of this other realm trying to find you after you'd left. As far as Minho knew, Yeji was the only one to know your location, but apparently that was a lie. You were smart, not telling a soul, knowing anyone could help him trace you no matter how close you'd been.

And now you were here, hugging him tightly in the doorway of his house.

"How the hell are we here?" You ask, barely containing your nerves. "I was in that place with Yeonjun and he forced me back here, but I don't know how. None of this makes sense. Why can't I just have peace? Why won't he let me forget him?"

"It's not supposed to make sense," Yeji says, closing and locking the door after Hyunjin.

You detach from Minho, confused. "What's not supposed to make sense?"

"All of this!" You flinch, and Yeji takes a deep breath to calm herself. "Whatever Yeonjun has been doing, he's messed with reality itself. Fiction has started to blend into our world. Soon enough, we're not going to be able to tell what or who is real or not."

"How are we so sure he's in control?" You think of the rooms, the bodies, the way he and you were connected.

Something isn't adding up, something else is at play here and you intend to figure out exactly what that is. Nothing has been going right and you are sick of it. Thunder claps in the distance, but you don't shrink down, you don't move. You walk right up to the damn window as rain pours down from the dark sky and you open it, feeling the drops hit your cold skin.

You are not afraid anymore.

You are angry.

-

"Why are you doing this?" Chan winces, trying to get to your side, but the pain radiating through his body is too much.

"If I can't have her, no one can." Yeonjun crouches, meeting Chan's eyes. "Real or not, you stole her from me, and I'm going to make you pay."

Another shot of pain goes down his body, crying out with his eyes squeezed shut. Head throbbing, remaining limbs numb, all he can do is think of you. Where are you right now? Are you safe? Is Jeongin with you? Questions and fears run through Chan's brain at the speed of light.

"Still thinking of her as you lay here dying?" Yeonjun tilts his head to the side, observing Chan's writhing body. "Interesting. She really succeeded in making you love her."

"She didn't- she didn't make me do anything," Chan grits out.

"Really? Because from what I know, that's the whole reason for your existence." Yeonjun stands, walking over to your body. He lays a gloved hand over your arm. "You don't really love her, and you could realize that if you join me in restoring the timeline. The one where she marries me and you're left behind, but you'd have control. You could love who you want, not who you were forced to."

"I would never do that," Chan breathes. "Never. Could never betray her like that. Like you."

"Betray her? She betrayed me." Yeonjun moves his hand away from you, clenching it into a fist. "You can't understand because I chose to love her, and this is how she repaid me."

"Love," Chan gasps. "Love isn't a transaction. No 'I gave you this, so you should give me that'. No wonder she left-"

A boot to the face shuts Chan up, rolling to his back. Using the hand he still has, he brings it up to his bleeding nose and mouth, lip split, and bone no doubt broken. He hisses at the contact, letting his hand drop back to his side. His breathing is constricted as Yeonjun wraps a hand around his throat, forcing him up onto his knees, breathing constricted. The only thing keeping Chan from falling back down is the strength Yeonjun uses to hold him up.

-

With a groan, Jeongin lifts himself out of bed. Around him is familiar; his room when he first moved in with his grandparents after the accident. The walls are bare and the bed is too small, wind whistling through the attic. He looks down, still dressed in the stark white clothing from the other realm. Head swimming, he stands up slowly, using the angled wall for support as he makes his way to the hatch. His descent is quiet, footsteps light as he passes where his grandmother must be asleep.

Everything is a hue of blue, cold and unforgiving. No photos hang on the walls like they used to, no trinkets are found in random places. Personality has been stripped from this house, only the bare minimum in its place. The stairs creak slightly under Jeongins feet, and he uses the side of each step to minimize noise. Although he isn't certain his grandmother is here, he doesn't risk it.

Outside snow falls, decorating the streets in white. Winter is beginning, roads slick with ice and the temperature dropping every day. When he exits the house, he isn't cold, even with the flakes hitting his bare skin. The streets are empty and no lights are on, eerily quiet as he walks on. Jeongin doesn't know where he plans to go, only that he needs to keep walking or something very bad will happen. He passes the café, but it isn't a café. In its place is a boarded-up building with broken windows, sadness spilling from within.

He needs to get inside.

The boards covering the door come off easily enough, a splinter or two here and there, but it doesn't hurt. His muscles don't ache from the force needed to pry them off, his back doesn't hurt from the one time he slipped backward. Behind the boards, the door is locked, but with one good kick, it comes right off the hinges.

"Stronger than I look," Jeongin mumbles, stepping over the piece of wood.

Just like his house, there's nobody and nothing here. It doesn't resemble the lively café Chan owns whatsoever, dark with a strong, musty smell lingering. Jeongin brings an arm up to his nose, feet guiding him up the staircase to the abandoned apartment above. Unlike below, this does look like Chan's, down to the chipped coffee cup left on the counter.

Down below, Jeongin can see someone staring back at him through the window. He startles, then squints at the figure, trying to recognize them but their face is blurred from the dirty glass. Wiping a spot clean, he looks down again, but they're gone.

"What...?" He places a hand on the window, scanning the empty streets for a sign of life.

Jeongin.

His head whips around to the dead apartment.

Little fox.

Something touches his neck and he looks back toward the window, backing up suddenly when he sees the large crowd of people, and right into something solid. It grabs him from behind and he struggles and yells, panic consuming him as they push him hard through the window and down, he's falling down.

-

Rain comes down in heavy sheets, threatening to drown you standing up as you walk out of the house and down the street. You don't know where you're going, only that it's where you need to be. Behind you, Minho calls your name, keeping a safe distance between you in your anger. The storm rages on around you as your own red, hot feelings rise the longer it takes to get to where you're going.

"It's not safe out here!" Yeji yells, jogging up to your side. "We need to get back!"

"I'm done hiding!" You stop walking, grabbing Yeji by the forearm, making her face you. "I'm done feeling small and letting him control my life when he's no longer in it! Time and reality are fucked because he can't handle rejection! Because he can't handle the fact that I'm becoming my own person again!"

Your voice is desperate, needing her to understand. "I need to be my own person again."

A beat passes before Yeji nods, wet hair plastered over her forehead falling into her eyes. You reach out to move it out of the way.

"I'll be okay." You pull her into a hug. "I'll be okay."

You let go and she's stuck to the spot watching you leave her again. Minho passes, but she places an arm on his chest to block him.

"What are you doing? She can't be alone-" Yeji shakes her head. "Yeji, let me go."

"Or what?"

Minho's jaw clenches and he feels another set of hands holding him back; Hyunjin. They won't let him go, won't let him follow you as you disappear into the night.

"You know something," he clues in, blinking.

"We have to let this happen," Hyunjin's voice is barely heard over the thunder.

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notes • things r COOKIN!!!!!!! also! i updated the masterlist with a warning for the next chapter, so pls take a look! it wasn't planned originally otherwise the warning would have been there from the start, my apologies

taglist • @yongbbokkie @chaeryred @tenebrisirae @toplinelix @chansdoll @amaranth-writing @3rachachoo @linosjureumi @thebrownemo @tfshouldidohere @channie-143 @frogieeheart @kangaracharacha @skzswife @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @palindrome969

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[mrsaltieri-real]

Thrill of the Kill (Mickey Altieri X Fem!AFAB!GF!Reader)

You are Mickey’s accomplice to the Windsor college Ghostface murders and realise that you get off on the thrill of murder just as he does.

Warning/s: smut, blowjob, masturbation, gagging, choking, murder, sadism, readers a twisted fuck whose obsessed with Mickey (mood), discussion of murder, blood, gore, etc

A/N: I changed how Cici Cooper dies for plot reasons, Mrs Loomis isn’t Mickey’s accomplice at all the reader is.

It’s low-key kinda fucked up so don’t read if you don’t like violence or anything previously mentioned. This didn’t turn out exactly how I wanted but I can’t only rewrite so many times before I want to throw my fucking computer out of the window. If you do read on, enjoy!

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2 days ago

“A practice run.” Mickey had explained, stood leaning against his desk with your Ghostface mask in his hands as you sat on his couch, listening intently as he spoke. “That bitch always has far too much to say. I want nothing more than to rip her vocal cords out so she she can’t ever speak again. But Cici Cooper is all yours, baby.”

“Jeez, Mick.” You’d laughed. “Is this because of her bashing sequels in film class?”

“Partially.” He said thoughtfully, tossing the mask and walking away from his desk to stand in front of you, his hand tilting your chin up and his thumb lightly running over the soft skin of your lower lip. “But mostly, I just want to see you rip her apart.” You smiled up at him, eyes fixed on his beautiful face as he continued to speak. “I’m so fucking glad I met you.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” You asked, shivering a little as his hand slid from your lip to caress your cheek.

“You want this just as much as I do. And you don’t even have a motive. You just want to kill people for me. Do you understand how fucking sexy that is?” He murmured in a soft voice, his hand moving from your face into your hair, gazing down at you in awe.

The plan was made. Mickey had his defense planned out to it’s very core, go to trail, blame the movies, which you were more than willing to assist him with, and you, well you were so unbelievably infatuated with him that when you stumbled across his plans a couple of months ago instead of being terrified like any normal rational person, you’d asked him if you could assist him.

You’d met Mickey during first year film class, and the attraction was instantaneous. He could see a hidden darkness in you that you yourself hadn’t truly realized yet and he made it his life’s mission to bring that part of you out of it’s shell. He’d introduced you to his true self slowly but hadn’t needed to worry at all, because as soon as he told you what he was planning you, much to his surprise, hadn’t even really been phased. More intrigued and fascinated with him. He loved how she admired and practically worshipped the ground he walked on. It stroked his ego in just the perfect way.

From an outsiders perspective, you were just a sweet dorky couple, fairly publicly affectionate. Mickey’s hands were never really off of you, always finding some way to make sure he had any kind of contact. Weather it was holding your hand, arm around your shoulders or his hand in the back pocket of your jeans it didn’t matter. He liked people knowing you belonged to him.

He was not insecure about your relationship by any means, he knew the last thing you’d ever do was cheat or even flirt with somebody else, but if he saw a guy so much as glance at you in a way he didn’t deem appropriate, he’d have a burning hot rage spread through his entire body which would only be cooled when you noticed and gently stretched up on your toes and kiss his scowling lips and whispering to him that if he wanted you to, you’d fucking kill them for him.

He loved how twisted you were, how passionate and how much excitement and anticipation you’d had for the upcoming murders. In a strange way, it made him feel less alone.

Now, with his fingers still tangled in your hair, he gazed down at you, thriving off of how you stared up at him like a blind person seeing the sun for the first time. It was that admiration that really did get him off.

“You excited about it? Killing her?” He asked you, gently beginning to pull your hair back until you made a little whimpering sound and nodded.

“Wanna show me how excited you are, sweetheart?” He cooed at you and now your response was much more eager.

“Yes.” You said, a wide smile spreading across your face as you fell straight to your knees in front of him, reaching for the waistband of his sweats, only for his hand to grab yours before you could even touch the soft material.

“What do you say?” Mickey murmured, his voice a little lower as he stared down at you with dark eyes.

“Please let me suck your cock, Mickey.” You begged, gazing up at him desperately. “I need to feel you in my mouth so bad, please please let me.”

He smirked down at you a little, loving the sight of your wide eyes pleading with him, the small pout on your lips as you begged him to let you blow him. He could feel himself swelling harder and harder as you relentlessly continued to plead with him, before brushing his finger lightly over your cheekbone and giving you a small nod.

Without missing a beat, you pulled down his loose grey sweatpants, looking lovingly at his already hard cock. Just talking about murder turned Mickey on to the highest extent. And the rush of the kill? No pussy could ever compare. Except one.

Your hand gently slid up his thighs, finger nails lightly grazing his skin, making him shiver a little. “Don’t tease me, Y/N.” His voice had a slight warning tone and as much as you wanted to ignore it, past experiences made you think better of that. The last thing you wanted was for him to deny you, and you knew that’s exactly what he’d do if you played with him. That was for him to do to you, never the other way around.

He let out a small groan when he felt your warm, wet mouth taking in as much as him as you could, moving his free hand to join his other one in your hair, pulling you closer until your nose touched the stubbly skin above his cock and you let out a soft gag.

You made sure to swirl your tongue around his tip just the way you knew he liked it as you bobbed your head, consistently making eye contact with him as you did so. His hands still gripped your hair as he forced you to speed it up, grinding his hips on your face till you could feel his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. The sounds Mickey made as he fucked your face made your clit swell and you crossed your legs, trying to cause some subtle kind of friction as you hummed with your mouth around his cock, saliva beginning to dribble out of your mouth and down your chin.

“Jesus fuck, baby.” He groaned, one of his hands moving right on the back of your head as he pushed your head as close to him as possible. You began relishing in the feeling of his thick cock filling your throat. “Fuckin- fuckin’ touch yourself.” he managed to stutter out between small pants as he continued to thrust himself in and out of your mouth.

He didn’t need to tell you twice. Your hand quickly moved down to your panties, shoving them aside as you starting gently teasing your clit, letting out a small satisfied moan as you did so. The feeling of him fucking your face mixed with your fingers circling your clit was driving you crazy, making you eager to take more and more of him as his thrusts sped up, along with the movement of your own fingers. The feeling of his dick gagging you repeatedly mixed with you rubbing your own clit was driving you absolutely insane. You could feel the tears start rolling down your face he did one more brutal thrust into your mouth, suddenly holding his position with his cock choking you, making it harder for you to breathe as you felt his seed spreading straight down your throat, causing you to splutter a little as he let out a long and satisfied groan, his head falling back a little.

“So fucking pathetic.” He laughed breathlessly, squeezing his hand into a fist around your hair and pulling you off him so he could look down at your face, his eyes mocking as you gasped for air. “Look at you, a fucking mess after you begged for it.” He laughed again as you coughed a little as you looked up at him with those same pleading eyes, his thumb wiping your tear stained face.

He tilted his head a little at you, seeing something else behind your eyes other than the deep satisfaction that you’d made him cum down your throat and his cocky smile turned into a small frown. “Are you okay?” He asked anxiously, still a little breathless as his hand still rested on your flushed cheek. “Did I go too hard? I’m sorry baby, I know I can get a little-“

“No! No it’s not that!” You said quickly. It was absolutely not that. You loved the feeling of Mickey abusing your mouth for his own pleasure, you always had.

“Then what is it?”

You took a deep breath, wincing at the sore feeling in your throat before talking.

“What if I can’t do it? Kill Cici.” You suddenly blurted out, eyes dropping to the floor, taking Mickey a little by surprise. “I mean.. what if I pussy out last minute?”

“Y/N.” Mickey’s voice turned stern as he moved his hand to grip your chin, so you were forced to look at him and he bent down a little. “You’re not going to pussy out. You were made for this, just like I was. You’ll see. You’ll feel the power of holding someone’s life in your hands and you’ll fucking thrive off that shit. You’re my girl, right?”

You nodded as much as you could.

“Exactly. And I’ll be there the whole time if something goes wrong, but it won’t. You are just like me.” His soft brown eyes and his words seemed to soothe you and his hand gently released your chin, satisfied that his little speech seemed to work. He meant every word of it. He knew you could do this because whenever he looked at you, he could see the exact same burning desire in his eyes that he himself had.

Although you appeared a little calmer, he still noticed something slightly uncomfortable in your face and body language as you shifted a little. Mickey looked you up and down curiously before his eyes widened in sudden acknowledgment of what the issue was.

“Didn’t manage to get off, baby?”

“You didn’t tell me I could cum.” You said, shrugging a little like it was obvious, the feeling of denial settling into your lower stomach.

“Ah.” He helped you stand up before gently pushing you down on his couch, his strong hands sliding up your inner thigh and a satisfied smile spread across his face when he felt your drenched panties and your still swollen clit through the thin material, the slight sensation of his fingers making a shiver pass through your body and a small whine fall from between your swollen and abused lips.

“Let’s fix that.”

——————————————————————————

You stood above the body of Cici Cooper and pulled the Ghostface mask off with one fluid motion, a sadistic smile plastered across your face, chest heaving with pure adrenaline and excitement. You couldn’t get over how amazing it had felt, sinking that knife into her chest and torso over and over again, relishing in the feeling of the knife slicing into her warm flesh and the sounds of her screams and cries begging you to stop, with your even more psychotic boyfriend watching you carefully and proudly as you did so. You’d never felt that kind of power, that kind of uncontrollable bloodlust in your life. It made you feel things you’d never felt before. It made you wonder why you’d never killed before.

“You did amazing, sweetheart.” He crooned, coming up behind you and kissing the back of your head gently. You turned around to face him, looking almost smug.

“You were right.” You said gleefully. “Killing really does make you feel-“

You were cut off by Mickey’s hands yanking you toward him by your waist, his lips melting against yours in a way that made you almost fall to the floor.

“Powerful.” You mumbled against his mouth and the laugh he let out was muffled by your lips.

You noticed how sensual the whole thing had been for you, how turned on you felt. It was a whole other experience to anything you’d ever felt before. Then you realised as Mickey pressed you against his body, you could feel his hard cock pushing up against your stomach from behind his own Ghostface robe. You relished in the newfound knowledge that Mickey watching you brutally murder that girl had turned him on too.

Because of course it did. The woman he loved was just as sadistic as he was. Loved the thrill of the kill exactly as he did. What’s hotter than that?

You wanted to deepen the kiss, beg him to fuck you right next to Cici Coopers corpse more than anything but he let out a small, groaning sigh.

“We’ve got to go.” He sighed as he pulled back, his hand reaching to cup your cheek. “We don’t wanna be here when the cops get called. We need to get to that party so we’ll have an alibi.”

You felt your lips turn into a pout and it made Mickey smirk a little, gently tracing the outside of your lips with his gloved hand.

“Fine,” you stretched up on your toes, you arms slinking around his neck and pulling his face back down to yours. “Can we at least fuck when we get there?”

Mickey let out a small laugh before nodding his head, hand still cradling your face.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

A/N: Ugh I hate this. But we move.

[dantenyhpmir]

Reunion Part 2

A sequel to Reunion (Not required reading)

Pairing; Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Plot; Simon has just tracked you down and you invite him back to your place to remain inconspicuous.

Warnings; CNC, Oral M!recieving, Choking, unprotected sex, "Slow burn"

Word Count; 4847

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You hadn't had many visitors in your new place and you never expected one of them to be Ghost. You lead him into the kitchen and start the kettle while grabbing some mugs. 

"Y' don't need to make anything y/n" he says 

"You're gonna turn down a tea?" You smile while reaching up to the top shelf. It's a bit too high for you. You don't have tea very often so you keep it on the highest shelf. 

His thoughts were racing. He hadn't seen you in so long. He missed walking behind you in the field, watching your hips sway. It hit differently in your civilian look. Your jeans hugged a lot nicer. Even just you taking off your coat when you entered your apartment hit him like a train. The stretch of your waist as you try to grab the tea. It took him a minute to stop looking, to realize he should help. 

He walked up behind you. His looming sent a shiver all the way to your toes as you can feel his chest behind you. You don't turn around yet, knowing your face feels flushed as his arm reaches past you to grab the tea box. 

"Yorkshire gold?" He says reading the label. 

His favourite. You hadn't forgotten. 

His arm wraps in front of you, gesturing for you to take it, still standing behind you. You manage to bring yourself to turn around trapped between his arms and the counter. His eyes glazed, staring at you. Your doe eyes to match, then to where his lips are hiding under his COVID mask and back up to his eyes again. Your mouth practically watering. 

"I’ll make it when I’m missing you” you tell him 

"You miss me?" 

You turn to put the tea bags in the cup, grabbing the creamer and sugar. Breaking his trap around the counter. He takes a step back to lean against it instead. Noticing you remembering exactly how he took his tea. 

"Do you doubt that?" You ask 

"It was on a shelf you couldn’t exactly reach" he says 

Beat. 

“Missing you is difficult,” You say with a frog in your throat. You don’t turn to look at him. Just continuing to prepare the tea. The kettle screams and you take it off the burner. A cat comes into the kitchen to see what the noise is from. 

"When did you get this lil guy?" He asks 

"I got her a couple months ago" 

Simon leans down to pet her. She's very open to him. He lets her smell him before delicately petting under her chin. 

You always wanted a cat but never had one growing up. Your parents grew up on farms and didn't see the value in an animal that would live in the home. As you got older and entered the military, you couldn't keep one at any base. You could've had a home in other cities but you'd be away from them, which you always felt was unfair to a living creature you agreed to take off. 

Ghost knew all this. You told him all about it when you'd be falling asleep in his arms back at the base. He always wanted to know how you grew up. He wanted to know everything about you. Nothing was too mundane. Part of him was happy you could finally have the little company you wanted but he also knew what that meant. 

You weren't coming back. 

You hand him his tea. You can only hold eye contact for so long before you take a sip to break it, burning your mouth. He doesn't though. It's hard not to look at you. Thinking to himself how stubborn you are, forcing yourself to drink it too soon. Resisting the urge to tease you about it. It wasn’t worth the time, he just wanted to look at you. After he had been missing you every night. Been looking for so long. 

"You can't stay here, if they find out you found me I'll have to move again. Not that I don't want your company but, I have grown fond of this place" 

"How much time would you give me?" 

You pause. It's dangerous for him to stay more than even an hour but, you can't just have an hour. You sip your tea contemplating. 

"How long before you get reprimanded?" You ask 

"We're long past that Love" 

It was already past 10pm, the day had gone by so quickly. You wish it would've slowed down, to spend as much time with him as possible. 

"Midnight" you say, "be out by midnight" 

"Okay" he says, pulling his mask down to finally have a sip. 

God you missed his jaw line. His hands. Everything. Absolutely everything. 

"I want to know what happened” he says 

"Simon, no" 

"Let me-" 

"No, Simon. I mean it. You don't want to know what happened to me." 

"I know it'll make me react but- "

"To say the least. I don't want you to know." 

"You think I wouldn't go after them?" 

"No I know that you will and it won't change anything" 

"They'd be dead" 

"And what? That's supposed to make me feel better?!" 

"They couldn't hurt you again. You could come back to work" 

The little feline friend rubs up against your legs 

"Simon, I'm not coming back." 

"But if I get rid of them, you can" 

"You and I both know that's not how this works, you can't undo what happened to me" 

"I can do SOMETHING?!" he yells 

The cat gets freaked out and runs into the living room. 

Beat. 

You set down the tea cup and go to wrap your arms around him. 

"I don't wanna spend this time fighting and I really don't want to spend it telling you what happened. I can't relive it and I can't handle how angry I know you'll get." 

He wraps his arms around you, squeezes you tightly. 

“I'm sorry” he says quietly 

He forgets how worked up he gets, part of you is flattered. Happy to see your guard dog again but that's not the side of him you'd take if you only have a few hours. 

Your head feels at home against his chest. Your arms wrapped around him until his body isn't as tense, for his anger to wash away to be turned into relief. To finally see you, be close enough to smell your shampoo and embrace your body. His arms wrap around you, squeezing so tightly. As though if he latches on he could stay well past midnight. Stay in this moment forever. 

Beat. 

You turn your head to look up at him. He can't turn away from your pretty eyes. 

“What new stories do you have from base?” You ask 

“Do you care about that right now?” 

“I'd ask you anything to be honest, it's just nice hearing your voice again.” 

“I wanna know about you.” 

Always. Always found new ways to be curious about you. You were his favourite podcast. 

“What would you like to know?” 

“That you're happy. In this new life.” 

“I think so.” You say sheepishly. 

“You THINK?” 

“It's a bigger adjustment than I expected. I should like freedom, but I find it to be exhausting” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I just got so used to my days being the same. My plans were laid out. My clothes were chosen, my food was chosen, my mission was chosen. I could just focus on doing my job well…. And you.” You tease with a look. 

“You never had much focus” he chirps back 

“I get decision fatigue in this kind of life. I'm oddly tired and wish I could turn off my brain.” 

His eyes softened as his hands rolled down your sides. His palm just lightly touches the sides of your waist. His thumbs press into the front of your stomach, slowly. 

“You miss me bossing you around uh?” His voice is more smokey now. A switch has turned. It was always so easy to flip. He would never turn down any advancement you might make. 

“Everyday” you say while your hands skim down his stomach, a finger just slightly trailing the line of his jeans. Your fingerprint runs along the inside of his waistband.You watch your own hands trace the inseam. Your bottom lip, unable to fully shut. Just remembering how much you loved to taste him. As if it didn't plague your thoughts at night. As if it didn't come to mind the second you smell his cologne. 

His hand grabs the side of your face, his thumb holding your chin as he moves your head up to face him. Making sure you make eye contact with him with a slight squeeze. God you forgot how big his hands were. 

“You need to turn that brain off?” He asks his half shut lids, staring at your lips as they hang open. You nod, practically salivating already. His grip tightens for just a moment before he lets go. 

“Knees” he commands. 

Beat. 

Your hands lower to his belt buckle as you go to undo it but he doesn’t stand for that yet. 

“What did I say?” 

You pause

“Knees” 

“So you can hear”

You pause as you slide down onto the floor, holding onto his belt and looking back up at him for your next command. 

“Can I?” You ask, in bated breath

He nods

You can see his chest breathing slowly, almost feel it as you undo the buckle. 

“Slower” 

You look up at him, as if apologies in your eyes before taking the time to undo the button. Carefully placing your finger tips on the zipper and pulling it down. Finally digging your fingers into the waist band of his boxers and jeans. You shift your weight up so you can look up at him while you pull them both down with your whole body, clearly wanting him. Doing so as slow as possible. 

You could listen. 

You knew he wasn’t going to just let you play with him right away. He never would. Teasing you was too fun but god how much you missed his cock. 

“Use your words” He says

“Can I taste you?” You ask

His hand shifts down to your face, holding it so sweetly in his palm as you stare up at him. It’s just a cute ruse before he gives you a slap. It isn’t painful, but enough of a shock to your system. 

“You forget your manners in civilian life too?” 

You bite your lip, too excited at what that does to your body. Knowing he was just giving a tester. 

“Sometimes” You say looking up at him, no doe eyes. Just fuck me eyes. Just absolutely fuck me up eyes before he gives the side of your face another taste of his palm, harder this time. Enough to sting. 

“Let’s try that again” he says sternly 

“Can I taste you, please” you whine as the grip around your face tightens. His nose exhales a bit of breath, not enough for a laugh but enough to notice. 

“Open your mouth”

You keep eye contact with him, licking your lips slowly before your mouth opens. 

“Stick out your tongue”

Finally following orders. 

His hand slowly moves over your head and behind your scalp, grabbing a fist full of your hair. He pushes your head just slightly closer. 

“Please” you ask

He takes a hold of his cock by the base and flicks it over your tongue. 

“Not yet” 

He hits it again, harder this time. 

“Ask again, I wanna hear your pretty whines.” 

“Please” You ask

“Please what?” 

“Can I please taste you, Ghost” you breath 

He nods and your eyes light up. 

Your mouth is practically drooling as you lick both of your palms and grab a hold of the shaft. Your tongue hangs open as it slowly licks from the base of the shaft before your hands and down his cock to the tip. Rolling your tongue around the ends as your hands run along, turning and twisting. 

Your head glides back and forth, matching the rhythm of your hands letting as much spit drain from your mouth. Lapping up every drop of pre cum that you can. You want his cock soaked with your saliva as your hands spread every bit of spit around it. You try to contain yourself but your excitement oozes just as much as his cock’s pre cum. 

His hand stays in your hair but it doesn’t tighten. He’s relaxing, you can feel it and hear it in his breath as his head tips up and moans. He’s missed you. No one can do this like you can. 

Your head’s motion speeds up just a little, as you start to take his cock in your mouth. Not just licking, your tongue hangs out gliding along as you start to take it farther and farther. Your hands help you along in your rhythmic strokes. Your eyes smile up at him, he can’t help but close his. The moans he makes when you’re so close to swallowing him practically have you dripping. 

Your eyes focus back on your task. Getting your mouth closer and closer to the base. Saliva practically hanging out of your mouth now, getting into the bottom of your hair. His grip tightens now. He’s back down to earth. This always means he’s too close. Has to catch himself before he cums. Before he makes a mess of your mouth. He hadn’t even begun to fuck you yet and he’d be damned if you had him finish before you. 

“Eyes up” he commands as his hand opens up over the back of your head to regrip your hair. Your eyes look at him, they can’t look away as you keep rolling your mouth and hands all over his cock. Your whines exhaling when you can catch your breath. 

“Choke on it” He says 

Your eyes light up in a bit of a panic as you hear this but by the time your brain processes what he said he’s already pushed your head forward all the way over his cock. Your hands let go as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. Your hands grab his sides to brace taking all of it as you gag, looking at his treasure trail in front of you before closing your eyes. 

He slaps the side of your face again, upping the intensity from before. His palm makes the smack as your eyes light up at his command. 

“Eyes. Up” He says slower as you look at him with a bit of fear and shock in your eyes as they water. Your mascara running down your cheeks as he smudges some of it with his thumb. 

“You can take it” He says as he lets up, your head following forward just slightly. Enough to catch your breath before he plunges back in. If there was anything that drove him more crazy than your whines it was your gagging. You try to pull your head back a bit but he keeps your head in place as your eyelids fall and the mascara runs thicker. 

Beat. 

Beat. 

“Good girl” he says as he grabs on tight to your hair and throws you off his cock. Your arms catch you as you kneel over. Coughing and catching your breath.

“What do you say?” He commands as he strokes himself, slowly. 

“Thank you” you whisper, still finding your breath. 

“What was that?” He asks, looming over you. 

“Thank you Ghost” You say with more energy. The bits of it you can find between catching your breath. 

His hand glides over your face, gently. Lifting your chin. 

“Simon” His thumb running along the bottom of your chin. “You know what I wanna hear Sweetheart.” 

He always preferred Simon when you two were intimate. Especially without his mask on. Just his face looking down at you. His eyes trained on you. 

“Thank you Simon” You say with a lull. Your eyes tired and smiling through everything. Your hair being a giant knot and the bottoms coated in salvia that drooled from your mouth. Your cheeks stained from your make up. You were an absolute mess and he couldn’t be more excited to wear you out. 

His hands feel so good holding your face. It’s tender. 

For now. 

“I haven’t seen the rest of your place” He says

“You trying to see the bedroom” You laugh through the sweat, biting your lip. 

“Show me” 

You go to stand up but his grip around your jaw tightens. You look up at him. He keeps you on the floor. 

“Crawl” 

“My knees are going to be so sore” You say, almost teasing yourself. Still catching your breath. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll spend most of the night on your back.” He says as he takes a step forward over you still holding your jaw. Your body falls between his legs as he pushes you back and lets go. 

You find yourself sitting on the floor, placed between his legs as he stands over you like a dog. You look up and he holds your jaw line with both hands before saying “GO.”

You crawl out of the kitchen and down the hallway. He doesn’t begin to follow until you turn the corner. Your body is so exhausted already from what he’s put you through. You’ll look over your shoulder to see if he’s following but he hadn’t really moved. Only ushering you to keep going. 

As you crawl down the hallway he turns the corner. Watching as your shoulders fall with every step. Your exhaustion drives him wild as he follows you into your bedroom. Finally pulling up next to the bed. You sit down just in front of it. Like a dog as he appears in the doorway. He just stares at you. Patiently waiting for him. 

“Simon”

He likes to watch you beg before he walks over, his massive hands wrapping around your waist as he grabs on tight to pick you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist and arms hang off his neck as he rushes in to kiss you on your open mouth. You still can’t manage to close it as his mouth presses into your tongue hard while he throws you onto the bed. 

You always forget how much bigger he is than you. He only lets his body weight press on you fully for a moment but that’s all it really takes. A good reminder that he can truly have you whenever he wants as though you were in any position anymore to put up a fight. His arms stretch out beside you as he holds himself up. He takes off his shirt from the neck line, pulling it over. It’s hard for you to tear your eyes away but you know he wants you to do the same as you manage to take yours off. 

He wastes no time going for your belt and undoing the buckle. 

“What happened to going slowly” You tease

He stops. Immediately. 

He grabs a hold of your face again, making eye contact for just a moment. He’s not impressed and gives your pretty face another slap just as intense as the last. 

“Wanna try that again” he says while grabbing on and shaking your face. 

“I’m sorry Simon”

“Say thank you” 

“Thank you” You manage to breathe out as he squeezes tighter on your face before throwing it back onto the bed and continuing to undo your belt. His hands grab onto your pants and pull them off as quickly as he can. They teased him long enough before with how they hugged your ass, he wanted to watch his own hands grip you now. 

His hand wrap around your neck. His fore arms look so beautiful pinning you down. You can’t help but trace along the veins as they lead to his biceps. How is he possibly so handsome? He puts a bit more pressure on your neck as his other hands trace along the seam of your panties. 

“A little pay back” he jokes but you’re already a mess. He knows it. It doesn’t take hardly anything as his fingers trace along the inside of your legs. Just the very tip of his fingers skin along the pelvis. The crevice that connects your thighs to your pelvis was always the most sensitive. He liked watching your chest as your breathes got more intense as he got closer. Only moving slower as he would trace along the crevice next to your cunt. Still not taking off your panties. He wouldn’t. Not until he could see the pre cum stain soak through them. His thumb ran along the side of your labia, just so close to your clit but not close enough. 

“Please” You whine

“For me to finally play with your clit?” He says with a squeeze of your neck

“For me to dig my fingers inside you?” His hand tightens again 

“Or for me to bury my cock into your cunt?” He says as he presses you harder into the bed

You can’t answer, you can’t really breathe that well before he lets go. 

“All of it. All of it. All of it. All of it.” You whine, you’re stuck in a loop, begging. 

He smirks listening to you as his thumb runs up your clit over the panties. As if they couldn’t be anymore soaked through, he pulls them off to the side and glides his fingers over you. His thumb just slowly stroking your clit as his index fingers tease your entrance. You rithe around, your hips moving in rythme, excited to finally have his fingers close to you. Smering yourself all over his fingers. 

“Jesus you’re wet” 

“I can’t help it” You whine “I missed you” 

This just sends him over the edge. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t tease you any longer. Just pushes his fingers into you and watches you rithe around. His thumb rolls in delicate circles but it feels like nothing to him. He barely needs to do anything as you bounce around on his fingers. 

He stops for a minute, pulling his fingers back and spreading them to see your pre cum stretch across his fingers like thick webbing. 

“Look at all that,” he says, playing with it. His hand comes down to your face as the other holds yours in place. “Clean it up.” He says as you lap up and suck on his fingers. This time he doesn't have to tell you to look at him. You don't break eye contact, his eyes in a daze as he watches you. How feral you are. How greedy you are. 

“Beg me” 

“For what?” You tease

He gives you a harder slap before bringing his hand back to your throat 

“Beg. Me.” he says sternly. No more explaining. Just fucking whine. Anything. 

Anything. 

“Please. Please Simon. Please. Please.” 

“Beg me to take you.”

“Please take me, Simon. Please. Take me. I need you. I need you inside me. Please” 

“Louder. I want your neighbors to know who you belong to.”

You absolutely wail, pushing out “Please take me Simon, I need you” with bated breath over and over and over and over again before he plunges himself into you. As he thrusts in, he pulls your neck closer as well, tightly. He holds you there, letting yourself adjust to his size as you moan and finally catch your breath. You don’t think anything could make you any wetter but his moans as he pushes into you certainly help as your arms wrap around his back and claw into it. As excited and prepared as your body was for him, it still needs to adjust ot his size. 

“Fuck you’re tight” He breathes into your ear, “missed stretchin’ ya out” 

He releases his grip a bit, letting your head rest back on the bed as his pelvis goes back. Only to thrust in again and pull your body in by your throat. Again. 

And again. 

And again. 

Faster and faster. 

“I missed you so much” you say through the tears, it feels so good. You can barely contain yourself. 

He holds off on how intense he’s getting. Lifts himself over you, his eyes looking down at you. Always looking down at you before he goes in and kisses your lips as hard as he can. His mouth finally lets go of yours but his head stays close. “Missed you everyday love” he says as if he’s breathing right into your mouth. His forehead touches yours before he starts up again. 

“Missed kissing those pretty lips” he says thrusting into you again, 

“Missed watching your eyes water” thrusting again

“Missed waking up to you on my chest” Again

“Missed your scratches on my back” Again, faster

“Missed watching your tits bounce everytime I thrust into you” Again, faster and faster

“Missed this cunt the so fucking much” Now just absolutely losing himself, fucking you as hard as he possibly can. You don’t know how long you can actually take this though. You’re so over stimulated as you whine out

“Simon, simon, easy. I don’t know how long I’ll last. I’m already twitching” 

“That’s not up to you” He says 

“Simon, I am so over-stimulated. Please” 

“You don’t cum until I tell you” He says looking into your eyes 

“Please, please. For the love of god, PLEASE SIMON” 

He won’t stop. Just fucking you as hard as he possibly can. He could go for so long. It was one of your favourite benefits of being with someone so in shape though in this moment it felt painful. The perfect kind of painful. 

“You can in 5.” He says 

Your eyes cry out, watering again. 

“5”

“Simon, this-”

“No no sweetheart. You just hold on”

You whine

“4. You’re doing so well for me. You’re almost there” 

Your breathing only gets heavier. 

“3. You can let yourself go soon. I promise, you just have to be a good girl a little bit longer.” 

“Simon” You whine

“2. You’re almost there. Not yet. Not yet Sweetheart” He says, reminding you of his hand around your throat and pounding into you. 

Beat. 

“Simon, don’t do this to me!” You cry 

“Ask. Nicely.” 

“Please, let me cum. Please. Simon. Please” 

Beat. 

He grins as you whine before whispering into your ear as he thrusts as hard as he possibly can. Going as deep as he could. 

“1. Let yourself go baby. Cum for me. Right. Now” 

Your body feels like it’s exploding from every angle. Your forgot how intense he could make you cum. Like every single molecule of your body was lit up at once as you cry out. Your fingers taring into his back, leaving marks that should remain for days. No bit of air could find it’s way between you two as you press into his body. Over stimulated as can be, quaking as your latch onto him. Not sure when your body will finally calm down. 

Your face when you cum always made him lose his mind, watching you shiver, too. You had already cum but he wasn’t stopping. He wanted to watch you for as long as he could. Until you had begged for enough. 

“Simon, SImon, okay. Please. I can’t take more. I can’t take anymore” You whine out as he pushes himself into you one last final time. Hearing you cry about being absolutely wrecked was just enough to tip him over the edge. His body stiffened as he moaned out the deepest breath, pushing himself into you and holding himself there for a moment longer. His weight, all on you now. Catching his own breath before pushing himself up. 

You look at eachother for just a moment. He holds himself over you. Starring.

You looked so beautiful. 

You looked like an absolute fucking mess. 

His beautiful fucking mess. 

He leans down to kiss you. Much more gentle this time. 

“I missed you so fucking much Love.” 

You hold his face. 

“I missed you everyday.”

He rolls over. You're both just on your sides staring at each other before he puts his arm around you. You curl up on his chest and his other hand runs along your back. He just watches you. Not saying anything. Not wanting to leave. Hoping you won’t ask him too. It’s well past midnight. He knows it. You know it. 

“How long have you been looking for me?” 

“An embarrassing amount of time” he says 

“Tell me, the last few days? A month? A couple?” you say, your hands holding the side of his face. Your fingertips feel his stubble. 

“A week after you were relocated” He says not able to look at you. 

You had been gone for over a year at this point. 

“You spent that long trying to find me?” You say as you tilt his head to look back at you. His eyes match yours. 

He nods. 

“I’m always gonna take care of you.” 

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[always-andromeda]

Okay. Meda I’m sorry. This is going to be verrrrry vague. But I want to read something you write about TLOU because you love it so much and I wasn’t sure how many requests you’d get for it for this event, so here’s one!! This’ll be your wild card for any TLOU character + any of those prompts you want 🃏💕 (or you can do a number randomizer and have it pick for you) Go craaaaazy with it!! -🌟

– 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐨

𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: so. I went with White Chocolate Truffle (a fluff blurb) for Joel. and if we're going self indulgent, I figured I'd go all out on it. strap in friends, prepare for a reader that might as well be me and yes the title references a song from Waitress because my lovely Sophia said it reminded her of me and goddamnit it made me so soft. so really, this isn't my fault if we all think about it. 😌

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pre-outbreak Joel, 100% self indulgent fluff, nothing else I can think of!

"Where did these come from?" Joel found himself staring at a Tupperware container full of muffins, the tops all golden and speckled with various mix-ins.

Sarah, with a knowing glint in her hazel eyes, giggled, "Who do you think?"

Joel sighed before picking up what looked like a blueberry one and taking a bite out of the top. The crumb was perfectly moist, the tart blueberries evenly distributed, and he savored the light but buttery taste. He almost hated to admit it, but you'd done it again. You'd managed to make a batch of something that he'd inevitably crave every single morning with his black coffee.

The voice of his daughter brought him back. "When are you gonna marry her already?"

Joel nearly choked on the muffin. "Marry?"

"Yeah, then she can make us cakes and cookies every single day," she said like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"Not exactly an ideal reason to get hitched, is it?"

"Well, there's that...and hey– new mom! That could be a perk," she joked.

"Don't hold your breath on it, babygirl," Joel chuckled.

For the rest of the week he thought about the gesture, as he did practically every week now. Like clockwork, you worked on some new recipe of yours every weekend. Then come Monday morning at the crack of dawn, you waltzed over from next-door, a batch of some sort of baked good in your arms. Finally, you would tell Joel that you hope he has a good week. And that you hoped that by the end of the week when he returned the Tupperware container, he'd let you know what he and Sarah thought about the food.

It had been months of this schedule. Of course it was just an act of kindness; just something you did when you moved into the neighborhood in order to make friends. But as soon as Sarah's suggestion entered his head, he couldn't let go of it. And, he realized...it wasn't like you were baking cookies for everyone in the neighborhood. No, you'd chosen to take time out of your life to feed the single father and his bubbly daughter from next-door.

And Joel – as silly as it felt – liked being special. A part of him liked knowing that the whole week, you were just waiting to hear what he thought about something you'd spent so much time on. It was small but it was nice being thought of in such a way.

Between Joel's midnight snacks, Tommy flitting in and out of the house to raid the fridge, and Sarah's school lunches, by the time Friday rolled around, all that remained of the muffins in that Tupperware container were crumbs.

So, after Sarah turned in for the night, Joel grabbed the container from the kitchen counter and made his way to your house next-door. After knocking on the door you invited him inside. Taking the Tupperware container from Joel, you stared at him eagerly.

"So, what did you think about the muffins?"

"Great," he said quickly. "They were great."

"That's all you have to say?" you asked.

Almost immediately, Joel became hesitant, not quite knowing what else to say. So he laughed sheepishly and added, "Well, I've long since abandoned my diet, if that helps at all."

Thankfully, you returned the joke with a giggle of your own, "Sorry."

"Oh, don't be." There was a beat of silence as you looked at each other. Joel's voice softened as he wondered, "You must be spending a fortune on sugar, butter, and flour to keep me fed. So why do it?"

"Am I not allowed to take care of my neighbor?" you shook your head, confused at his line of questioning.

"Depends on what kind of taking care of you mean." Joel's eyebrows lowered, indicating just what he meant.

You stepped towards him. "I want to take care of you the way one would care for someone...special."

Joel's gaze flickered to your lips, "Oh, I'm suddenly special, huh," he murmured, relishing in just how right he was.

You stood on your toes and placed a hand on his firm shoulder, permeating his personal bubble in a way that he wasn't opposed to. You were so close that you could smell the stale scent of sweat from his job. All he could smell was sweetness; vanilla extract, mixed with notes of brown butter and baking powder. And your tone is just as sweet when you reply breathily, "Joel, you've always been special to me," before dotting a chaste kiss on his cheek. Your lips are warm and soft, seemingly freshly baked like one of your treats.

Unusually but still unsurprisingly, the small action lights his face on fire. And almost as if he's high off the bakery fumes, Joel found himself leaning down. His eyes started to flutter closed and–

Then came that wretched vibration from his pocket. Joel pulled his cell phone from his pocket and without checking the number on the display, he answered annoyed, "What?"

"Where are you?" Sarah whined on the other end.

Joel stumbled for an answer, "I-I-I'm...out."

"Oh, great. While you're out can you grab me some tampons? My period just started aaaaand...I kind of need some."

Perfect timing, Joel thought to himself before agreeing. "I'll be back home in about ten minutes, alright?"

"Thank youuuu, you're the best dad in the whole world," Sarah said dramatically.

"Yeah, yeah, you got it, kiddo," Joel rolled his eyes before his daughter hung up. Then he sighed, closing the flip phone and putting it back in his jean pocket.

Having heard the girl’s muffled voice through the phone, you asked, "Period problems?"

"Yeah," he whispered. "I'm sorry, I gotta go."

You spoke suddenly, "I could whip up a batch of those dark chocolate brownies she liked and have them over by tomorrow afternoon." Then you paused, looking up at him for permission, "If you're alright with that, of course."

Joel's mouth quirked into a tired smile. You are really set on that taking care of me thing, aren't you?

"That would be great," he answered. "Thank you."

"No problem," you said, giving him another quick kiss afterwards. "Goodnight, Joel. See you tomorrow."He bid you goodnight with a sly wink, which earned a little laugh from you as you closed your door behind him. And the little sound, mixed with the lingering feeling of your soft lips on his cheek, have him shaking his head on the short walk home. Oh, what baking can do.

[omgpoindexter]

what are you top 5 fave nurseydex fics you've read? (a girl is needing recs)

oh yay!!! first of all i have to admit that over the years i've dipped in and out of omgcp tumblr and therefore have been very bad at staying up to date, so most of these are quite old. they are my favourites for a reason, however! also i did 6 not 5 lol <3

to be alone with you by @alocalband Will and Derek spend their junior year learning how to live together, learning how to be friends, and, eventually, figuring out that they'd like to be more.

i actually only read this fic recently, but it’s instantly one of my new faves. it is SO well written, the characterisations of every single character are perfect, and the story is so beautiful. i’ve reread it a few times already!

in so many words also by alocalband Derek writes a short story. That's his first mistake. His second is getting it published.

idk why but i absolutely live for fics where everyone on the outside knows what nursey and dex are up to except for them, and this one is really good at it. the ‘derek “nursey” nurse is unchill’ tag is very accurate in this case.

in front of the same small bathroom mirror by @geniusorinsanity It's not surprising that sharing a room changes things, but neither of them expect the most important conversations in their strange, awkward friendship to happen in their shared bathroom. (Or: five conversations Dex and Nursey have in a shared bathroom, and one in bed.)

i absolutely adore this story. dex and nursey learning to coexist and care for each other is so special to me and this fic captures it perfectly. honestly, anything by shelly is going to be a must-read, but this one is really really wonderful.

it drops with the gravity of rain also by geniusorinsanity It happens like this: “I don’t--this is a bad idea,” Dex says, his lips still tingling, his hands shaking on Nursey’s hips where he’s shoved him away. “This is a really bad idea, Nurse. I can’t--We can’t do this.” And there’s hurt in Nursey’s eyes and his bottom lip is swollen from Dex’s teeth, but he says, “Okay.” And then, “It’s chill, Dex. Just friends, then.” It happens like this: “Actually,” Nursey says, talking more to his granola than to them, “I kind of have a date.” It happens like this: When Nursey calls, Dex almost doesn’t pick up the phone.

another wonderful fic by shelly - i reread this one all the time. it’s such a lovely character study of dex and it tackles the subject matter so well. content warnings in the end notes.

things you said by @quidhitch / @maangoes “Awww, looks like Dex appreciates a lady in uniform,” Nursey teases, tucking his feet a little further beneath Dex’s thighs. “You have a thing with the head cheerleader back in high school Dexy? Hold her pom poms and kiss her whatnot?” Dex seems to be contemplating something, and Nursey figures it’s one of his lame clapbacks like your mom’s a pom pom. He brings the bottle to his mouth, smiling around the lip of it. “Actually, I’m more of a captain of the football team kinda guy.” Nursey chokes on his beer.

i always come back to this one. it’s just so sweet and funny. i remember reading it years ago and it has stuck with me all this time.

today the sun comes in by @playedwright Will looks beautiful, Derek thinks, and it isn’t fair. Time has done nothing to lessen the extent of his feelings, either. Derek realizes a little too late exactly why he was nervous. It has been four years, three months, and five days since they graduated from Samwell, and Derek is finally facing the undeniable fact that at some time during his college years, he fell in love with William J. Poindexter and never got around to falling out of it.

this is one of those special fics that stays with you. i have never been to seattle, but this story made me homesick for the city. mars is such a gorgeous writer and this fic is a perfect example of it! (also i miss u mars!!!)

this was fun, i've missed reccing fics! i hope i could be useful! maybe i'll do some more recent ones if I manage to keep up to date with the nurseydex tag <3

[alj4890]

Hi there! I'm here with a Valentine's Day prompt. PLEASE don't feel obligated to do it at all, but if you can, I'd love to see it. Since I'm a total hohoho for Tobias...

Tell us a little about Tobias x Chris's first Valentine's Together after they go public (after the attack).

Thank you! :) But again - DON'T feel pressured to do this! 💘

As if I can resist such a request 😉 Let's see what I can do for Tobias and Chris. Happy Belated Valentine's Day @jerzwriter 😘 And I don't know what happened, but this grew and grew into what it is now, LOL! I've been thinking of a series with these two and I think that mindset spilled over into this and made it so looonnng 🤣 I ended up doing the reveal and everything, so, yeah, LOL. Sorry about that and for taking so long to finally get posted 😬

Rating: Teen for some language

Not sure who to tag so I'm racking my brain for some OH tags I remember and a few on my perma list, LOL! @hopelessromantic1352 @jerzwriter @openheartfanfics @krsnlove @choicesficwriterscreations @twinkleallnight @tessa-liam

Masterlist

Interrupted Plans

A few weeks before Valentine's Day...

"You're here again?" Ethan grumbled in lieu of a greeting.

"You do know how insurance works for people." Tobias replied. "Some only cover certain hospitals for care."

Ethan made a humph sound with narrowed eyes.

Tobias merely smirked while flipping through his patient's chart.

"It seems odd that ever since you came to help during the attack," Ethan remarked, "that you have been here on a nearly daily basis."

"Perhaps you just didn't notice how often I was coming before." Tobias quipped back. "Maybe your keen sense of observation is slipping in your old age."

"We are the same age." Ethan reminded him.

"Technically, I'm younger by three months." Tobias closed the chart and began to walk away.

Ethan kept pace with him, determined to find out the reason he was really here.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"To the diagnostic office."

"Why? Does your patient need a consultation?"

"Nope."

"Then why are you going to my office." Ethan demanded.

"For Chris." Tobias replied, knowing the time was finally at hand.

Ethan's eyebrows drew together. "Chris? Are you worried she hasn't recovered from that cure you created."

"Not exactly."

Tobias paused outside the glass doors. His gaze landed on her. A smile formed on his face over how serious she looked while reading over some lab reports

Ethan followed his gaze.

"No."

"No, what?"

"No to whatever thoughts you have about Chris." Ethan told him. "She isn't someone you can have a one night stand with."

"I agree." Tobias smirked at him.

He reached for the door handle.

Ethan slammed his hand on the glass to keep him from opening it.

Chris jumped in response to the unusual sound. Her wide eyes went first to Ethan's angry face then to Tobias smiling at her.

She quickly got out of her seat to stop whatever was about to happen.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"It's time." Tobias explained.

"Oh." She moved closer to him, slipping her arm around his waist.

He pulled her closer to him, then pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

Ethan's jaw dropped as the realization struck.

"How long?" He hissed. "How long has this been going on?"

Tobias looked up at the ceiling while doing a few calculations. "Let's see..."

"Eight months." Chris promptly answered.

"Eight!" Ethan choked out. "How--"

"I saw her at the South Street Diner." Tobias shrugged. "Naturally I asked her for her number and the rest is history."

Chris looked up at him with a smile. "Really good history."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Ethan demanded.

The couple merely stared at him.

"This type of reaction was a big reason." Tobias explained. "That and I didn't want our relationship to affect how you treat Chris now that she's a part of the diagnostic team."

Ethan glared at him.

Chris cleared her throat.

"Ethan has too much respect for me to ever hold my personal relationships with others against me." She quirked an eyebrow at him. "Right?"

An awkward silence fell between them.

Ethan's shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Right." He nodded to them. "Have a good night."

He slipped into the office, leaving the couple alone.

"That went better than I expected." Tobias teased her.

Chris laughed, shaking her head. She couldn't help but be relieved that this was no longer a secret.

"Come on." He tugged her away. "Let's get out of here."

****************

Saturday...

It was both an odd feeling and one that left Chris happy to finally have her relationship out in the open. Her friends were still in disbelief that they had not found out about her and Tobias. Ethan kept his opinions to himself and even managed to appear less irritated that he was seeing his former friend around the hospital more so than usual.

Valentine's Day was approaching. Hearts and cupids adorned the hallways and nurses' desks. Both patients and staff were soon receiving the typical gifts of bouquets, balloons, and other heart shaped treats.

Being in a relationship for a day filled with reminders of love was a nice change.

Much better than her previous Valentine's Day at Edenbrook, pining over a certain doctor and a particular surgeon .

A warmth filled her chest the moment she saw the one who would make the holiday all the sweeter.

"Dr. Valentine?" Tobias winked at her. "I could use your assistance."

"With wh--"

He yanked her into a nearby supply closet.

"Hi there." He murmured against her lips.

She melted against him when his hands moved over her curves.

"Hello." She pressed a kiss to his lips.

"So?" He grinned at her. "Are you free this Thursday?"

"This Thursday?" She pretended to ponder. "Hmm. I suppose I could squeeze you in."

"You better." His smile grew when she laughed.

"Thursday is a pretty romantic night. Are you sure you're up for it?" She teased.

"With you?" He kissed her. "Always."

"What are we doing?" Chris asked.

"We're going all out for our first Valentine's Day." Tobias cuddled her close. "A romantic dinner cruise. Dancing. Flowers. Everything you deserve."

"Tobias!" She couldn't stop smiling.

He pressed another lingering kiss to her neck. "That's how I expect you to say my name after we have our Valentine's date."

Chris jumped when the door swung open.

A muscle in Ethan's jaw spasmed at the sight of them entwined in the closet.

"If you don't mind," he grumbled, reaching past them for some latex gloves.

"Sorry. We were just--" Chris began.

Ethan shut the door.

Tobias chuckled once they were alone again. "He's taking us being together really well."

***************

Sunday, hospital cafeteria...

"Do you have a dress picked out for your date?" Sienna asked.

"I do." Chris replied between bites.

Jackie snorted. "Forget the dress. We all know the only thing Carrick will be interested in is what's underneath."

"I took care of that too." Chris colored some.

"So you finally took my advice on what to get him?" Jackie cackled. "About time you listened to me."

"What did you get him?" Sienna asked.

"She got him what most men want." Jackie answered for a very flustered Chris. "Lingerie the color of Chris's face."

The two laughed over how red their friend was turning. They continued to tease her over how the night would go, making Chris dissolve into tears of laughter. Their giggles stopped the moment they heard a chair scrape and a familiar grunt. Sitting on the other side of them, hidden by a large fern was Dr. Ramsey.

Without a word or glance, he tossed his half eaten lunch away and walked out the door.

Chris dropped her head on the table with an audible thud.

"Do you think he heard us?" Sienna whispered.

"Why are you whispering now?" Jackie snorted. "He's gone."

"He heard." Chris mumbled. "And I have to go back to the office later to discuss lab results."

"So?" Jackie shrugged. "It's his problem if he has issues with you being with someone else."

"Jackie." Sienna softly chided. "It isn't easy to see someone you have feelings for be with someone else."

"He had a chance." Chris sat up and rested her chin on her hand. "Numerous chances to be with me." Her eyes narrowed somewhat as she thought of her past. "But I finally found someone who not only made it clear how he feels about me but also made the effort to be with me."

She took a deep breath and released it. "I don't care how bent out of shape Ethan gets. He isn't going to ruin anything I have with Tobias."

***************

Monday...

"These came for you earlier." Baz motioned towards a vase filled with red roses and white lilies.

Chris plucked the card out with a shy smile. Her smile grew bigger as she read what Tobias had written.

I know there are more poetic ways of saying this, but these are the only words my heart comes up with: I love you Chris. You are everything to me. -T

Chris softly sighed as she leaned forward to smell her bouquet. With eyes closed, she began to imagine how romantic their date night would be. She couldn't wait to see his face when she revealed her special gift for him.

She then noticed Ethan and Baz staring at her.

Color flared in her cheeks as she slipped the card in her pocket.

"Can we discuss Mr. Flemming's recent fall?" Ethan asked a bit sardonically. "Or do you need another moment with your flowers?"

Chris quietly studied Ethan for a few heartbeats. "I think we should do a test to check for small blood vessel disease. After talking to his wife, she's seen the last few weeks that his way of walking has changed along with him getting confused over simple tasks."

"We should also do a psych evaluation to check for dementia." Baz added. "Since that is one of the other symptoms."

Ethan nodded. "Let's get to it then."

Baz left before Chris finished gathering her things.

She glanced at Ethan. He already had his attention on one of the books upon his desk.

She hesitated, wondering if she should discuss her relationship with Tobias with him. A part of her didn't understand why she felt almost like she'd deceived him by getting into a serious relationship with another man. It was ridiculous to feel like she owed him an apology for finally being in a normal, healthy relationship.

"Did you need something?" Ethan asked without looking up at her.

"No." She picked up her flowers. "I've got everything I need."

Deciding to leave well enough alone, she slipped out of the office without a backwards glance.

Ethan watched her leave with a heavy heart.

*****************

Tuesday evening, Tobias's townhouse...

"Hey Chris?" Tobias called out. "We might need to change our plans."

Chris came out of the kitchen to see what he was talking about.

He had the local news on. A nor'easter was brewing.

"We might not be able to do that dinner cruise." He told her. "We probably won't be able to go out at all once the storm hits."

"Oh." She sank down on the couch next to him. "I was really looking forward to that."

"Me too." He draped his arm around her. "We'll go another time."

She nodded before resting her head upon his shoulder.

He squeezed her close. "As long as we're together, it'll still be a special night."

"I know it will." She pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Why don't we go back to your place and pack you a bag and then you stay here for the rest of the week?" He pulled her into his lap. "I don't want us being stuck in two different places when the storm hits."

"I guess I could be persuaded to stay with you." Chris teased. "I'll need a little more than the weather to make me agree."

"You do, huh?" In a quick move, Tobias had her under him on the couch. "How much more?"

His hands slid under her sweater while his lips traced a path down her neck.

She moaned over the way he knew just where and how to touch her.

"I'll let you know when it's enough." She managed to say right before his lips met hers.

****************

Thursday...

The morning was cold and dreary. The ominous storm clouds were beginning to grow as the day wore on. Chris and Tobias were comfortably nestled in his townhouse with a fire going to help ward off the damp chill that hung heavy in the air.

Snow accumulations were rising with each hourly news update. The wind was beginning to pick up speed, with eerie sounds rattling the upper windows.

"I'm glad I talked you into staying here." Tobias brought Chris a cup of coffee.

She chuckled. "As much as I hate to admit it, you've never had trouble talking me into anything."

"It's my charm." He dropped a kiss on her smiling lips. "Ladies simply can't resist me."

"This better be the part where you say that I'm the only lady you use that charm on." Chris playfully grumbled.

"You know I can't always control my charm." He teased.

She poked his side, laughing when he held his hands up in surrender.

"I guess I could try for your sake." He pulled her close for a kiss.

"Hmm. That's what I thought." Chris sighed contentedly as he kissed down her neck.

Her attention drifted over towards his mantle clock.

"I better get ready."

"For what?"

"For dinner." She wiggled out of his arms. "Just because we can't go out doesn't mean I won't dress up for our date tonight."

"I don't know." Tobias plucked at her University of Edinburgh sweatshirt and flannel pajama pants. "I'm kinda into your relaxed yet warm look."

She rolled her eyes, making him chuckle. Chris stood up and cajoled him into dressing up for their night.

"All right, Valentine." He got to his feet. "If that's what you want, then I'll wear a suit for you."

She pressed a tender kiss to his lips before hurrying off to one of his guest rooms to get dressed.

Smiling to himself over her enthusiasm, he went to his bedroom.

****************

An hour later...

Tobias let out a low whistle when Chris came downstairs.

"Now that's a dress." He met her at the foot of his stairs. "You look beautiful, Chris."

She stepped past him and did a little twirl. "You think so?"

"I know so." He replied.

His eyes drifted from her red hair pulled into a formal updo, past her one bare shoulder, to how her black velvet gown molded over her curves. It lingered on the high slit, revealing a peek at her leg.

"You look handsome yourself." She reached out to smooth the lapels of his jacket.

His arms settled around her waist when she moved closer to him. His teasing smile slowly disappeared as he held her close. He couldn't help but recall how close he'd come to losing her.

And how grateful he was to be holding her now in his arms.

Noticing the mood changing, Chris cocked her head to the side.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing at all." Tobias answered. "I'm realizing that Valentine's Day might be more like Thanksgiving."

He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, eyes closed as he breathed in the gentle scent of her perfume.

"I have so much to be grateful for." He muttered as he sought her lips.

Chris wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him close as he continued to speak of his love for her.

"I love you, Tobias," she began, "so--.

They both looked over to where their phones for work were charging.

Grumbling about bad timing, Tobias picked his up.

"Yes?" He looked over at Chris. "No, I understand." He walked over to look out at the storm. "I think I can make it."

"What's wrong?" Chris sat down on the arm of the couch.

"One of my patients at Edenbrook has taken a turn for the worse." He loosened his tie. "The family is demanding I come up there as soon as possible to discuss the possibility of life support."

Chris nodded, knowing there was little point in reminding him that it might be impossible to get there in time with the storm.

"I'll hurry back." He promised, kissing her on his way upstairs.

"You want me to come along?" She called out.

"No. I want you here where it's warm." He replied.

He sighed as he changed into warmer clothing. All his plans were for nothing. The romantic evening he'd wanted for Chris was getting worse by the second. And yet, she took it all without complaint.

As he layered up, he decided to take some snow skis along. If he couldn't drive back, perhaps he could travel the sidewalks with those. He was determined to get back to her as soon as he could. No storm nor patients were going to stop him.

"Go ahead and eat..." He trailed off the moment he came downstairs.

The sight of Chris stretched out in front of the fireplace in nothing but red lingerie struck him speechless.

She smirked at him, as she turned onto her side.

"I thought I better give you your gift before the night is over." She stood up and walked towards him. "Plus give you one more reason to hurry home."

He groaned as she kissed him.

"You are an evil woman." He growled, holding her close.

A smile formed on his lips when she hummed her agreement.

"And I love you for it." He kissed her once more.

"I love you, too." She could feel his arousal forming. "Shouldn't you do something about that?"

He shook his head as he admired her one last time. "It's four degrees out there. By the time I get to the hospital, it'll be questionable if I even have any genitalia."

Chris burst out laughing. Hugging him once more, she wished him a Happy Valentine's Day.

"It's not over until I enjoy my gift." He winked at her. "Stay warm until I return."

"I will." Chris watched him leave with a smile still on her face.

As she curled up under a blanket upon his couch, she couldn't help but think that this was still the best Valentine's Day she'd ever had.

****************

Edenbrook...

"Sorry you had to get out in this storm." Ethan grumbled. "But they refused to make any decisions without you."

"I understand." Tobias rubbed his hands together as he followed Ethan to the ICU floor.

He noticed that Ethan had not shaved and his clothes looked unusually rumpled.

"How long have you been here?" Tobias asked.

"Since last night. Once I heard the weather report, I thought I should be on hand if there were any issues." Ethan snorted. "With all the rookies here and the storm outside, something is bound to blow up."

Tobias snickered. "Remember our first year here? The night Hurricane Candace blew through?"

Ethan couldn't help but chuckle over that memory. "That's a night I doubt I'll ever forget."

"Naveen couldn't decide if he wanted to laugh or kill us for those stunts with the gurneys."

"Mine still went further." Ethan pointed out.

"Only because you rigged some type of sail with the sheets and an IV stand." Tobias argued. "Totally ruined the experiment."

"You shouldn't have eaten all the candy from that busted vending machine." Ethan teased, lost in the memories of when they had been friends. "All that sugar weighed you down to the point that hurricane force winds couldn't get you across the parking lot easily."

They both shared one last laugh before going into the patient's room. They went back into doctor mode, discussing ways to possibly help the elderly man before preparing to talk to his loved ones out in the waiting room.

Once all was decided, the two returned to the diagnostic office.

"I suppose you are going to do something stupid like try to drive in this storm back to Chr--your date." Ethan muttered.

Tobias nodded then paused. Pushing Ethan into the office, he shut the door and sat down at a table. He motioned for Ethan to take a seat across from him.

"We need to talk about Chris." Tobias began.

"No. We don't." Ethan had a hint of steel to his icy tone. "There's no way in hell, I'm going to discuss--"

"I'm in love with her." Tobias interrupted. "In fact, I've never loved anyone like I do Chris." He rubbed a hand down his face as he admitted to something he knew Ethan would finally understand. "I think I'm going to marry her."

Ethan sat down across from him. He blew a frustrated breath out before finally focusing on his former friend.

"I see."

Tobias waited on him to say something else.

Ethan's shoulders dropped as he pinched the bridge of his nose before speaking.

"She's..., Chris is a woman that I think many would have difficulty resisting." Ethan cleared his throat. "If anybody deserves to be happy, I think it's her."

Tobias quietly nodded.

Ethan narrowed his eyes once more.

"Before you propose to her, you better be sure your love of short term relationships are over and done with."

Tobias snorted. A hint of a smile graced his lips.

"Those have been done ever since I met Chris."

Ethan humphed. "Don't think I was unaware of your affair with June."

"Hirata? Tobias laughed, shaking his head. "That wasn't an affair. It was barely anything other than sex."

He met Ethan's narrowed gaze.

"It ended the moment I asked Chris for her number. Once I had it, I called June and ended things."

"Good."

The two sat there in awkward silence.

"Look," Tobias leaned forward. "I know about Miami and after Chris's hearing."

Ethan's eyes widened.

"I also know she held out hope that one day you would put her feelings before her career." He continued.

Ethan squirmed somewhat over the memories.

"But you didn't." Tobias added. "So that made it possible for someone like me to come into the picture and give her what she wanted."

Ethan swallowed, eyes lowered to the table.

"I'm only saying this so that you understand how serious I am about her." Tobias got to his feet and pulled his coat on. "I know if I screw up, you'll swoop in and take her away from me."

Ethan stood up and met his eyes.

"You're damned right I will." He vowed. "I now know what it feels like to see her with someone else. I won't make that same mistake again if given a chance."

Tobias held his hand out to him.

It seemed that at long last they understood each other.

Without hesitation, Ethan took it and shook his hand.

"Knowing there's someone like you waiting and able to win her heart," Tobias told him, "makes me all the more determined to never take a second with her for granted."

"You better not." Ethan replied.

"I won't." Tobias promised while pulling his hat and gloves on. "I'll see you in a couple of days."

He made his way to the door.

"Be careful out there." Ethan called out. "I don't want to have to send an ambulance out in this to save your sorry ass."

Tobias burst out laughing, hearing the familiar teasing tone that had once been between them.

"Who says I need an ambulance when you can rig one of your sailing gurneys to come get me?"

He waved goodbye. Tobias glanced back and saw that after all this time, Ethan was actually smiling at him.

[ravenstakeflight]

wings take flight

[AO3]

Three months of sneaky measurements and spending less and less time with Levi had culminated on his birthday.

Walls, Eren hopes he likes it.

December twenty-fifth.

Christmas Day to a lot of people.

To Eren, though, that's secondary to the more important title for this day:

It's Heichou's - Levi, Levi - birthday today.

They all sit around in a circle, Levi's (and Eren's, too, if he's being honest, but they aren't) living room just barely big enough for the people who'd decided to participate in their friend group's Secret Santa exchange.

Hanji, Jean, Mikasa, Erwin, Levi, and Armin. Fuck. Eren's missing.

Levi sits there with a smirk on his face and a gift for Erwin under the tree. A tiny Captain America shield, wrapped in enough wrapping paper to make it look like a laptop. Ha.

He gets an exasperated look from Erwin when his Commander friend - they're just friends this time - unwraps it.

"Really, Levi?" A sigh. "Come on. You could've done a little bit better, at least?"

He just smirks.

"Ha. No. You got exactly what you deserv-"

A crash as the door opens.

"I'm not lat- aw man, I'm late." Eren grumbles. Levi snorts, patting the empty space next to him and gracefully accepting the kiss Eren presses to his cheek as something tense in him unwinds. Thank the Walls, and something must be evident in his gaze because Eren softens more, if that was ever possible, and kisses him again. "I'm here, Levi."

"I know, Eren. Shut up." He'd given up on trying to hide what he's thought from Eren around the tenth time the man had peeled back his every layer and held his heart in his hands with a smile that said I'll keep this safe. It takes just around twenty minutes for Hanji to leap up and grab Eren's gift.

Eren stares down at his gift with a raised eyebrow. A few pokes later, he deigns it safe to unwrap and it reveals a pretty little journal. It had thin gold filigree embedded in it, creating some kind of dreamy effect with the tree the filigree created. Levi approves. Eren deserves all of the pretty, beautiful things for himself.

"Dream journal with locks so that you can write out whatever you need, Eren!" They say cheerfully. "Who'd you get?"

"Levi, this is for you." Eren says quietly. "I, uh. I hope you like it?" He holds out the package he’s been holding onto to Levi, who takes it with a raised eyebrow.

He opens it quickly, the smooth cardboard box taking him off guard, and when he lifts the lid-

Levi can't breathe.

He picks the paper up, finding familiar symbols written in it. A note written just for him, in a world that had forgotten the language the two of them grew up with the first time. A note for the one person who would understand what was written, maybe more so than anyone else that knew what it said.

For the one person who always, always took care of me.

Thank you, heichou.

I wanted to give you something in return.

(And happy birthday.)

"... Eren?" Levi's voice is nearly a breath when he looks over at the love of his lives. "What did you do-"

"Look down, Heichou." Eren murmurs. The way his title - belonging to a man long dead, but a man alive again - still seems to drip from his lips would scare Levi if he was still startled by anything more. "I made you something."

He looks down.

And has his breath stolen away once more.

Inside the box is a dark green jacket, the shade still familiar to Levi's eyes even though the first time he saw it is a lifetime away. Green, like the short cloaks the Scouts had worn, like the trees they'd flown through, green like Eren's eyes when he looks into the grassy fields.

Green like Levi hasn't seen for years, and it has taken his breath away just like the man who apparently created it.

He picks it up slowly, and it unfurls to reveal a jacket-

It sways in the air, and his eyes catch on something before he realizes.

No way.

No fucking way.

"Eren, did you-" His voice is choked up, and he can tell that the rest of the idiots have finally caught on to the fact that there's something more significant about this. "Did you really-"

The glint of a shield that the world itself has forgotten takes Levi's attention once again.

"My mother taught me to sew when I was little," Eren admits. "I'd nearly forgotten, but I just thought it would be nice." He takes a deep breath, staring at Levi nervously. "I know we can't fly the same way we used to, Levi, and I realized that neither of us have anything to remember it by, so-"

"You moron-" Levi tries not to curse as he hauls Eren forward, into him for a long, deep kiss. "I can't believe you thought I'd ever dislike this-"

"It's just part one, Levi-" Eren giggles a little. Levi freezes. Part one? "... Part two is- maybe, one day- if you want, I used to help assemble the 3DMG on the days we weren;t going out, and-"

Levi cuts him off again, pulling him in for another wet, open kiss. When he pulls back, it's to the sight of a ruffled, rumpled, and grinning Eren.

"I'll take that as a yes, it was well-received?"

"... Eren." His voice breaks. To his horror, there's tears stinging at his eyes. "Eren, for the love of the Walls, please tell me you're not lying to me about-"

"Look at the jacket, Levi." Eren soothes softly. "Look at it."

The Wings of Freedom still glitter on the back of the jacket, so terrifyingly, hauntingly familiar to their cloaks.

"I wouldn't lie. Not to you, not about this. If you want it, it's yours."

(Days, weeks, months later, they're ready. The two of them sneak off with the gear they've made and put it back on. The callouses and muscle they need, they've tried to build back up, and it hurts to no end when they go home, but it feels so good. It's good to fly, it's good to jump through the trees like the two of them did millennia ago.

And on the back of Levi's jacket, the Wings of Freedom shine once again.)