#like. i just. suddenly fucking fall apart for a month or few. its been at least 2-3 months ffs.

[rafesangelita]

♡ when you tell rafe you love him for the first time, he shows you just how much he reciprocates it back.

warnings: established relationship, super sweet fluff, making out, heavy petting, dry humping, first time together, soft sex, vanilla sex, sooo much praise, oral (f. receiving), guided masturbation, handjob, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, pre-ejaculation (rafe couldn’t help himself), multiple orgasms

a/n: i don’t know if it’s the weather change but i’ve just been in a really soft mood as of lately :( i would appreciate it soooo much if you partook in this little poll here <3

wc: 2.0k

a few months may not be considered enough time to fall in love with someone, but with rafe? the feeling felt like it was overdue. especially during times like this, when his hands roamed your body and left a trail of burning desire in its wake. “r-rafe..” you couldn’t help the sound from leaving your lips when you felt just how hard he was in his jeans. “mmm— what’s wrong?” he pulled away, staring down at you as you nervously avoided his gaze.

eyebrows pinching together, a concerned expression took over your boyfriend’s features as he sat up, dragging you onto his lap as he did so. “hey, are you alright?” rafe took your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. your heart soared at the little action, a smile gracing your lips as you nodded. “yes, it’s just.. i’m really happy with you. you’ve been so amazing to me and so romantic, and i love that— i love you.” rafe froze, his jaw clenching at your words.

sensing a shift in his demeanor, you felt a slight raise of panic as he blinked, his eyes flickering up at yours. “i’m sorry, it’s probably too soon—” you scrambled, suddenly feeling your cheeks heat in embarrassment. “what did you say?” rafe rested his hands on your hips, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “that it’s too soon—” you started, “no, before that.” rafe loved seeing how flustered he made you, the worried look on your face only making him ache for you even more.

“..that i love you?” rafe nodded, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulled you closer to his chest. “do you really?” he started trailing kisses down the curve of your neck to your shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut as he started dragging your hips up and down his lap. you whimpered at the friction, your arms wrapping around his neck as you reveled in the rough denim of his jeans grazing against your clothed clit. “yes, rafe, i love you.” you repeated, a groan rumbling from his chest.

rafe loved you long before you two started dating, so hearing those three simple words leave your mouth was enough to drive him crazy. “i love you too, more even, if that’s possible..” he whispered against your skin, your perfume intoxicating his senses. you sighed in relief, a gasp leaving your lips when rafe groped you through your dress. “been waiting for you to say that to me,” he spoke through kisses, “i would’ve said it first, but i didn’t wanna scare you away.”

you shook your head, hips still grinding against his. “scare me away?” you giggled, “yeah, right.” rafe laughed, pulling away only to admire you. he still couldn’t believe that you were his. apart of him felt undeserving of all of this, but you made it so easy for him to feel this way, he couldn’t imagine things being any different. eyes trailing down your chest, rafe swallowed thickly as his fingers slipped under your dress. “can i show you how much i love you?”

you took your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding softly as he slid your dress off, leaving you in nothing but the lingerie set you picked out just for him. “you’re so fucking pretty..” you shivered when rafe pulled the waistband of your panties, the material snapping against your skin. your fingers worked to get rafe out of his pants, the sound of his belt coming undone made butterflies erupt in your tummy. rafe took off his shirt, tossing the article of clothing in the corner.

despite seeing him shirtless a countless amount of times, it didn’t change the fact that you were ogling his muscles like it was first time all overs again when he first approached you at the beach some months ago. glistening gold skin, chiseled abs, and a prominent v-line? you were smitten from the start. rafe got up once you got his jeans unbuttoned, his hands taking yours as he had you sit on the edge of his bed. “see what you do to me?”

your eyes fell down to where he pulled the rest of his clothing off, your lips parting slightly when his length sprang up against his stomach. just when you thought he couldn’t be any more perfect, you stared wide eyed at the sight in front of you. wrapping a hand around your own, you gasped when he palmed himself, your skin meeting his. “the second i went up to you and you looked at me with those eyes of yours, all i could think about was this very moment.” rafe groaned.

you began stroking him, his eyebrows knitting together as his jaw went slack. your hand felt so much better than his by a million times. “yeah?” you teased, a shy smile gracing your features. rafe nodded, picking up the pace of your shared movements before resting his free hand on your shoulder. “f-fuck!” rafe pulled away with a grunt, his eyes growing dark as he zeroed in on your figure. you watched as he got on his knees before you, spreading your thighs open with a curse.

“shit, i need to taste you, babe..” he ran a thumb up your soaked cunt, “make you cum on my tongue.” you whimpered at his words, your chest rising and falling as he slid the lace material down your legs. you shuddered when he sat back to take the view in, his stomach caving in when he spread apart your glossy folds. “rafe..” you whined, feeling exposed as he reveled in the sight of your glistening slick shining under the dim light of his room.

rafe leaned down, pressing wet kisses to your inner thighs before locking them to his shoulders. taking a deep breath, your mouth fell open in a silent moan when you felt his tongue lick a stripe up your sticky center before meeting your needy clit. rafe circled his tongue around the sensitive bud, the sensation making you jolt in pleasure. “oh, my god!” you nearly shrieked when he kept repeating the action, your hips instinctively attempting to move away from his face.

“don’t run baby, i’m gonna take such good care of you..” he whispered against your flesh, splaying one of his hands across your tummy. being held in place while rafe ate you like a man starved had you absolutely hysterical. so much so, that rafe couldn’t help himself in letting one of your thighs go so he could stroke himself while bringing you closer to the edge. “so fucking perfect, i’ve dreamt of eating this pussy.” you cried out when his tongue slipped inside your entrance.

eyes fluttering closed, your hand came down to wrap around his fingers, a string of moans leaving your lips. rafe was determined to make you reach your peak, the slight trembling in your thighs being the telltale sign he needed to know you were going to cum soon. you babbled, your back arching off of the mattress when the band in your stomach snapped, a choked sob ripping itself from your throat. rafe let go of his cock, forcing your thighs to stay open.

you had tears running down your cheeks, the white hot pleasure blinding your vision. “rafe!” you screamed, sitting up on your elbows as you shook in his hold. rafe’s eyes flickered up to meet your gaze, the sight ingraining itself into his brain forever. teary eyes, plush lips, flushed skin, you were absolutely gorgeous like this. “you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.” the sound of rafe’s voice brought you out of your post-orgasm bliss, your hands pulling at his.

“please, i need you!” you cried, welcoming him between your legs where he took your lips in a searing kiss. you moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue, your eyebrows knitting in confusion when you felt something wet on your stomach. pulling away for a moment, you looked down, your eyes widening as rafe followed your gaze. “did you..” rafe groaned, beyond embarrassed at the mess coating his cock. “what the fuck?” he stammered, “i swear that’s never happened before.”

rafe couldn’t believe he cummed without having to be inside you. you cupped his face, shushing him as you wrapped your legs around his waist. while he was mortified at the fact, you thought it was the hottest thing ever. “s’okay.” you pecked his chin, moving up to his lips where he melted into your touch. “yeah?” he swallowed thickly, his length sliding between your folds. “yeah,” you nodded, “i just want you.” rafe moved his hand underneath your back, unclasping your bra.

cursing when your tits spilled out of the garment, rafe lined himself up with your entrance before thumbing your bottom lip. “i fucking love you.” was the last thing he said before filling you to the hilt, bottoming out with ease as he rested his forehead against yours. you stayed like this for a few moments, rafe interlacing his fingers with yours before pulling out and sliding back in again. nails digging into his skin, your voice shook as you whispered a ‘i love you, i love you..’

rafe stroked the side of your face, admiring the way your eyes gleamed up at him, down to the curve of your nose, and the cupid’s bow of your lips. he was going to remember every single little detail about you so he could visualize it later in his dreams. “you feel so good, pretty girl,” he praised, “so soft and wet for me.” rafe’s thrusts were slow and long, the head of his cock kissing your cervix while you barely held yourself together. you couldn’t form a single thought, let alone a word.

the way you looked at rafe said everything he needed to know, a reassuring ‘shhh’ falling from his lips as your mouth opened and closed with a sentence sitting on the tip of your tongue. rafe kissed you, swallowing all the pretty sounds you made while he rocked into you, your heels digging into his back. you were in a daze, your vision growing fuzzy as you let rafe consume you. his moans were like music to your ears, the warmth of his skin making you feel whole.

to rafe this was so much more than just sex. this was real intimacy, the closeness, the pure, raw, unadultered display of emotion. he had never experienced anything like it. with you underneath him like this, taking him so fucking good, muttering his name like it was the only thing you had in that beautiful head of yours, he was in disbelief that you were able to find it in your heart to love someone like him. even though he couldn’t understand it, he’d never question it either.

“ray!” your scream snapped him out of his trance, his eyes finding yours as you practically thrashed against him, your second orgasm hitting you with more force than the first. feeling the way you clamped around his cock was otherworldly. you felt so fucking tight, all thoughts left his brain the second you whimpered a ‘please cum inside me..’ cumming twice in less than twenty minutes? you couldn’t be real.

“f-fuck are you sure?” his hips stuttered, his load threatening to fill you up any second now. you met his eyes, a silent plea for him to do what you asked. burying his face in the crook of your neck, he softly bit the flesh there as he stilled, a guttural groan leaving his throat as he painted your insides with his seed. you cradled the back of his head, pushing yourself impossibly closer to him as the hot ropes of his cum filled you up.

still going through the aftershocks of your previous orgasm, you couldn’t help but squeeze around his length, milking him for all he had before he littered kisses across your bare chest. running your manicured nails down his back, rafe stayed caging you between his arms, his thrusts coming to a slow stop. the only sounds in the room were your uneven breaths, both of you panting softly. “baby?” rafe sounded spent, his voice shaking ever so lightly.

you hummed, blinking slowly before looking down at his face. oh, he was so handsome. “did i already tell you i love you?”

[meazalykov]

pick a side

gio queiroz x uswnt!reader

summary: you feel forced to pick a side during the national break

warnings: swearing, google translated language

this match has been fast-paced.

the stands in this los angeles stadium are packed, the crowd yelling with excitement as the game nears its conclusion. you’ve kept your head down for most of the match, focusing on your role, finding your rhythm, and working to break through brazil’s backline. 

the banter on the pitch has been light, even playful at times. you’ve exchanged a few teasing smiles and glances with gio, your girlfriend of eight months, but nothing that would draw attention… at least, that was the plan.

it’s the 87th minute now, and the game feels like it’s teetering on the edge. tied 1-1, neither side is giving an inch. the sun has dipped low, painting the sky a hazy orange as the stadium lights flicker on. the ball pings around midfield, and then lindsey charges in, her presence commanding, as always for someone who needs to fulfill a captain role. 

gio had the ball, but lindsey steps in hard on gio, winning the ball but making contact that’s just a bit too aggressive. you see gio stumble back, not falling but she almost did. the brazilian’s face twisting in frustration as she plants her feet.

lindsey straightens, turning to walk away, but gio isn’t letting it slide. 

"que porra é essa?" gio snaps, her voice carrying just enough to draw a few heads. you recognize the tone immediately.. sharp, challenging. your eyes widen from forty yards away. 

lindsey pauses, pivoting back to face her, jaw tight, eyes narrowing. 

"you got something to say?" lindsey shoots back, her voice calm but laced with that signature edge. she’s keeping it together.. for now. you can see her fingers curl slightly, her composure fraying just enough to be noticeable.

gio waves her hand dismissively, a clear gesture for lindsey to back off. 

"fuck off," gio mutters, shaking her head. the motion isn’t aggressive, but the intent is clear, and you know lindsey well enough to know it’s like waving a red flag in front of a bull.

lindsey takes a step closer, her head tilting slightly, her voice dropping lower but losing none of its sharpness. 

"what’s your problem?"

you instinctively start to move toward them, but trinity’s hand stretches out across your chest before you can take a step. 

"don’t," she warns, her voice quiet but firm. 

"i think you should stay out of it luv."

you glance at trinity, your brows furrowing in silent protest, but you know she’s right. lindsey doesn’t need you stepping in, and gio doesn’t need you choosing sides.. not here, not now. 

that doesn’t stop the unease curling in your stomach as you watch the exchange unfold.

gio plants her hands on her sides, her expression unwavering, meeting lindsey’s glare with equal intensity. they’re inches apart now, voices rising just enough for the crowd closest to the pitch to pick up on the spat.

this is when sonnet, and angelina from the other team start to run up and break things apart before they go too far. your heart pounds as you stay rooted in place, the tension crackling like static in the air. 

your position at striker suddenly feels miles away. you can’t hear every word, but the tone is unmistakable.. neither of them is backing down. of course not, gio had never broken down from a challenge. even when you played against atletico madrid in barcelona, your club, she was the last person to accept defeat for the sake of her own ego.

you feel your hands ball into fists at your sides, every instinct screaming for you to step in, to diffuse this before it escalates further. 

trinity’s hand presses against your shoulder again, her voice barely above a whisper. 

"i know you want to help your girlfriend and linds but it’s not your fight." you nod reluctantly, your eyes flickering between lindsey and gio. 

you just hope neither of them crosses a line they can’t step back from.

your hopes go to waste. one second, lynn is stepping in, arms raised in a gesture to calm things down, her voice steady as she tries to play the mediator. the next, gio jerks back, her expression shifting sharply, mistaking lynn’s approach as something hostile or aggressive. 

“don’t touch me!” gio exclaims, her voice cutting through the noise, and it’s like a spark to dry grass. the reaction is instant. a few of the brazilian players rush in, their protective instincts kicking in as they misinterpret lynn’s movement. 

your eyes widen, heart pounding in your chest as the tension erupts into chaos. voices overlap, sharp and heated in english, portuguese, and even a bit of spanish. players from both teams converge, trying to either escalate or diffuse the situation. you see gabi arguing with lynn, their gestures animated. lindsey steps forward again, her captain’s armband visible as she squares up, shouting something you can’t quite make out.

the ref’s whistle blows, shrill and piercing, but it barely cuts through the commotion. she rushes into the fray, trying to separate players, her face stern and authoritative, but it’s clear she’s losing control of the situation.

you feel rooted in place, torn between stepping in and staying back. trinity’s hand is still lightly on your arm, a silent reminder to hold your position. beside you, sophia jogs up, her brow furrowed in confusion. 

“are they still upset about the gold medal game?” she asks, glancing toward the brazilian players who seem particularly agitated.

trinity lets out a soft, almost incredulous giggle, but you shut it down quickly, your voice firm. 

“no, they’ve moved on.” you mean it, mostly. gio and the others had congratulated you last year, telling you the better team had won, and there was no lingering bitterness.. at least, none you’d picked up on.

watching the scene unfold, it’s hard not to wonder if the loss still stings, if the weight of that match lingers in moments like this, where tempers flare and emotions run high. your eyes dart to gio, who’s still gesturing animatedly at lynn, her voice raised, though the words are lost in the noise. 

a minute after lynn came through and.. attempted.. to break things up, the collective retreat is almost comical, like someone hit an invisible pause button. players from both teams step back, hands raised or resting on their hips, the tension diffusing in unison as if they all silently agreed this wasn’t worth escalating further. 

the ref stands at the center of it all, her whistle still gripped tightly, her face a mix of frustration and exhaustion. 

you watch as she raises two yellow cards, one in each hand..one for lindsey, one for gio. it’s not exactly shocking. both of them are fiery, unafraid to stand their ground, and, honestly, it could’ve been worse. 

still, you can’t help but roll your eyes, letting out a soft exhale as you shake your head. you mutter to yourself, “of course.”

as you jog back to your position, your gaze instinctively shifts to gio. she’s standing about twenty feet away, her expression unreadable at first. then, she meets your eyes, and you see it..a look that’s part curious, part questioning. it’s subtle, but you know her well enough to catch it: 

are you on my side?

you bite back a groan, unwilling to let her pull you into whatever narrative is brewing in her mind. instead, you mouth the words, exaggerating them just enough so she can catch them from the distance: 

we will talk about it later. 

you emphasize the later, hoping she understands there’s a time and place, and it’s definitely not here.

gio smirks faintly, her head tilting as if to say, fine. 

the game resumes, but not without a sigh from almost everyone on the pitch. the board goes up at the 90th minute, signaling 8 extra minutes. you don’t even have to ask; you know those minutes are for the chaos lindsey and gio stirred up. 

"unbelievable," you mutter under your breath, repositioning yourself and shaking off the lingering tension. this match just couldn’t end quietly, could it?

finally, the final whistle comes which brings a sense of relief for you, the tension melting away as both teams fall into the familiar post-match routine. 

players exchange handshakes, some linger to chat with club teammates, and there’s an easy camaraderie between many of the players despite the earlier chaos. you weave through the crowd, smiling and greeting a few friends, like angelina and gabi, catching up briefly before your focus shifts to the stands.

you’re about to walk over to greet the fans when a hand gently catches your arm, stopping you in your tracks. the touch is familiar, as is the soft voice that follows. 

“can we talk? i don’t think i’ll be able to wait until we’re back in spain.”

you turn around, meeting gio’s eyes. there’s a softness there now, a sharp contrast to the fire she showed on the pitch earlier. you give her a small smile, trying to keep things light. 

“can we swap?” you ask, tugging lightly at her jersey… her lips curve into a smirk, but she doesn’t let you off that easily. 

“you’re avoiding the conversation,” she says, the teasing lilt in her voice clear.

“i am,” you admit, not bothering to deny it. 

“because that moment was ridiculous, gio.”

she chuckles softly but doesn’t argue as you both swap jerseys, the smooth motion practiced after years of playing. you pull on her green brazilian home kit while she slips into your blue popsicle-colored away jersey, your name standing out boldly on the back.

“i’m sorry,” gio starts, her tone quieter now as she rubs her hand gently on your shoulder.

 “i just thought you’d be on my side. you saw how your captain pushed me right before.”

you sigh, meeting her gaze evenly. 

“i know. it was a wrong move, but you know it didn’t have to escalate that far.”

gio nods, her head dipping slightly.

 “i know, and i’m sorry, baby.”

the corner of your mouth lifts into a smirk, though you try to keep it stern. 

“gio…” your tone is warning, but playful. “there’s a time and a place.”

she exhales dramatically, though her smile doesn’t falter. 

“again, i’m sorry. i know you’re on her side—”

“i’m not on lindsey’s side,” you cut in quickly. 

“in fact, i think she might talk to me about this since, you know, i’m your girlfriend and all.”

gio winces slightly but recovers with a sheepish grin. 

“again, i’m sorry.”

“stop apologizing,” you tell her firmly, your tone light but sincere.

“there’s nothing to apologize to me about.”

“fine,” she relents, her smirk growing as she steps closer and pulls you into a hug. the warmth of her embrace melts away any lingering frustration, and just as you’re starting to relax, she leans in, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“i know you’re on my side, as much as you don’t want to admit it.”

masterlist

[yummyuta]

under the same roof | l.j ft l.m

♡ genre: smut - mdni! slight angst | roomates to lovers | word count: 2,455

♡ pairing: lee jeno x f. reader

♡ warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f. recieving)

♡ summary: tensions rise when your roommate mark goes out of town for a few days, leaving you with your other unfamiliar roommate jeno. will you be able to bridge the gap between the two of you or continue to avoid each other until mark returns?

♡ authors note: this idea was based off a dream i had (not abt these members) but i wanted to adapt it.

♡ song recommendation:

"should I just move out? i don’t want to cause any problems,” your voice tinged with unease. mark turned to you, his gaze softening. he took your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. the voices from the movie you were watching fading into the background. "dont be ridiculous, i want you to stay,” he said firmly before pausing. “however you aren't going to like this. i do have to go out of town for a few days for work.”

your eyes widened, and you felt a pang of anxiety. “please don’t go. or at least take me with you,” you pleaded, clinging to best friend and fellow roommate's arm. mark frowned, his expression a mix of sympathy and practicality. “if you get uncomfortable, you can stay with chenle or haechan or literally anyone else. i don’t want you to feel stuck here with jeno.”

just then, jeno emerged from his room and observed the exchange from the doorway, his expression inscrutable. "he hates me mark and i dont know why or how to fix it," you said, voice low. upon hearing that he shook his head and retreated back into his room.

it had been a few months since you had moved in with mark and one of his close friends, jeno. you felt like a burden, suddenly interfering on their space like this. you had unfortunately found out your boyfriend was cheating and had just gotten dumped, leaving you in a tough spot. with nowhere else to turn and mark being a saint, he offered his help to you. upon your arrival, you were told that jeno had a puppy like deamenor to him and that he was harmless. however, as soon as you stepped through the door, boxes in your arm slightly blocking your view, you crashed into his strong figure. looking up at him, apologizing profusely, he had an unreadable expression on his face, barely holding eye contact with you. without saying a word, he brushed past your shoulder and entered his room. since that day, you tiptoed around him, unsure of how to proceed. you weren't a very outgoing person to begin with, and making new friends was always an adjustment for you. mark tried to bridge the gap between you for the first few weeks, but it was no use, jeno wasn't budging. "hes stuck in his own ways. thats just jeno, but eventually, he will come around." mark was quick to say whenever he noticed you getting upset.

the next day, mark was gone and the apartment was eerily quiet. you wandered into the kitchen having just woken up, before spotting jeno. you barely acknowledged each other. reaching up for your coffee mug in the cupboard, you felt jenos gaze fall on you. "why are you wearing my shirt?” he asked, his voice slightly accusatory. jeno hardly ever spoke to you, not used to hearing him, you froze in place and muttered, “fuck,” under your breath. “i thought it was mark's. the laundry must have gotten mixed up." you studdered out looking at your feet, not wanting to meet his eyes. "but I can give it back.”

jeno's eyes softened slightly, a smile peeking its way onto his lips. he reached up behind you, outstretching his muscular arms, grabbing the mug you were having a hard time reaching from the shelf with one hand. he lingered for a moment, the sounds of your heart ringing in your eardrums. “keep it." his body pressed against yours, the other hand that was by his sides, brushing the hem where the shirt met the tops of your thighs. "it looks good on you.” he whispered in your ear. with that, he set the cup on the counter next to you and turned to leave the room.

later that day, you found jeno in the living room staring intently at the tv screen playing video games. you hesitated but eventually joined him on the couch. you didn't speak at first, his voice shocking you for the second time that day when he asked if you wanted to play with him. as the hours passed, you became more comfortable and ended up stretching out with your legs draped over his lap. jeno's hand lightly rested on them occasionally tapping or rubbing them when he wasn't pressing the controls on his remote. the awkwardness was fading as you got used to his presence. what was once an intimidating aura quickly softened and became comforting.

getting bored of staring at the tv screen, you and jeno began to further unwind with drinks and music, sitting criss cross on the living room floor, trying to break down the walls that had surrounded you. what better way to do that than with a game of truth or dare. eventually, the conversation turned to why jeno had been distant with you.

"i was nervous,” he admitted, his tone sincere. “i didn’t know much about you before you moved in. you’re one of mark's closest friends, and to be honest, i thought there might be something going on between you two, so i wanted to be respectful of that.” you laughed, and jeno jumped at hearing the sudden sound. it surprised him, but it was adorable, and he wanted to hear it more. "mark is like a brother to me, we ran around in our diapers together as kids"

jeno's cheeks flushed, a ting of embarrassment present on them. he moved closer, his eyes studying yours before continuing. “well, i think its cute how you cling to him.” you rolled your eyes playfully, you couldn’t help but feel flustered. “trust me, we aren't normally like that. i was only clingy to him because i couldn’t even go near you” you confessed, barely even registering what you said. jeno scooted closer to you, placing a hand on your bare knee. “looks like you can get close to me now,” jeno said softly, faces inches apart. your eyes flickered from his fingers, clutching the skin of your leg to the darkening pools in his eyes. you cleared your throat "um its my turn, i think," your voice becoming hoarse. "so what will it be truth....or dare" jeno quipped, lips curling upwards.

you felt a rush of emotion go through you. you didn't know if it was the liquid courage that you had, or if you were finally reaching a turning point but unable to resist, you whispered, “dare,” before leaning in. "i think you know what i want," he said in a hushed tone. his breath was mingling with your own, as you contemplated. just earlier today, you were terrified of the man, but that fear had turned to lust and greed. "fuck it" you murmured, placing your lips on his. jeno immediately took both your cheeks in his hands, pulling you in closer. the minute you moved in and crashed into him, you bumped him off his axis. he was flustered, and that never happened to him. you were beautiful and he knew he had to control himself for the sake of keeping the peace but now here you were in his arms, kissing him with such force, you knocked him even more off his guard.

you slipped your hands up his black tee. he was toned and felt incredibly hot against you. you broke away from the kiss, gasping for air. the sexual energy in the room was turned up 10x when he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the rest of his body. you had to stop yourself from drooling at the sight. to be honest, the moment you met jeno, despite how he treated you, you felt drawn to him and maybe that's why it upset you so much that he didnt feel the same or so you thought.

it had been so long since you had been intimate with a man. every atom in your body was relishing at the feeling. you were extra sensitive, his hands gripped your...well his shirt and hiked it up to your belly button, as he kissed down your neck, to your collarbones, practically ripping the shirt in all directions to get as much access to you as he could. once he reached the top of your underwear, he sunk his teeth into the fabric, pulling down. honestly, he wasn't sure what had overcame him. this urge was unlike anything he had ever felt. on one hand, he felt like he had to prove just how sorry he was for how he treated you before and showed you that he wanted to do better. on the other, he had heard about your breakup from mark before you moved in, and as be observed you this whole time, he couldn't imagine why any man would be dumb enough to cheat on you. he wanted you to forget all about the hurt and finally move on with him.

he looked up at you, searching your eyes for any hint of hesistation, but all he was met with was the same desire mirroring his own. "do you trust me?" he asked, wanting confirmation. you wrapped a hand around his neck, pushing him closer to where you wanted him. thats all it took for him to wrap his lips on your clit. a surge of electricity surged through you, his mouth hot and tongue wet and skilled. he flicked the nub before moving down to your entrace, diving in deeper and twisting and turning to hit all the angles in your walls. if this was his form of an apology consider all to be forgiven.

you tasted like hints of cherry from the soju you had been drinking. your thighs tightened around his head, entrapping him and closing any potential opportunity for air to seep through. he chuckled against your heat, sending vibrations further into you. the noises you made and movement of your hips pressing into his face, he could tell you were close, and as much as he wanted to taste you completely, the throbbing in his pants was becoming unbearable. he was griding into the floor, the thought of your pussy sucking in his cock was swimming in his head as he swirled his tongue in circles around your nub once more. he pulled himself away from you, and before you could protest, he leaned up, pressing his clothed dick in between your thighs and buried his face in between your tits.

"do you still think i hate you?" he whimpered into your chest as he continued his movements. precum was leaking through his sweats mixing with yours, but before he could continue, he wanted to be sure the sex filled air was clear. you brushed his dark hair out of his eyes, you were seeing the puppy look for the very first time. every worry, negative thought, any resentment you had felt towards him melted away. you brought his face closer to yours, the distance between you becoming insufferable. you realized then that you didn't need any more space from jeno. space was a response to fear, and you had no reason for that any longer. "i think we have come to an understanding now" you said before filling in the gap.

you were fully locked in to each other, his hips swaying and snapping into yours. your pussy was like a void, minds going completely numb as pleasure took over. it wasn't enough for you, as you clawed his shoulders and back, wanting his body as near to you as possible. your lips moving in harmony to the feeling of his cock curling into you. you felt like you were falling through the floor, your back digging into the carpet below you as jeno pushed and bent your body to his will. if you had known that you were living with a sex god, you would have made amends with jeno long ago.

curse words littered out of your mouth, your orgasm teetering over your head. you were clinging onto it for so long, unable to let go of this feeling. when jeno had his way with you, would he go back to pretending like you didn't exist when mark got home? you didnt want to think of it, you wanted to place your faith in jeno. it was only one night, realistically how much could this actually change things between you two. jeno slowed his movements down for a moment, noticing how you had tensed up and tears began forming in your eyes. he couldn't bring himself to fully stop, not when you were both this close to being fully enveloped in each other. he kissed away the salty tears as they fell, moving his hand that was leaving bruises on your hip to your chin lifting to meet his tender gaze.

"stay with me, i promise i won't leave you alone again." he said confidently. you saw a twinkle of hope in his eyes, the sparkle of the truth. your mind began to settle, nodding your head and blush, finding its way onto your cheeks. jeno sped his hips up again, knocking your foreheads together as he smashed his lips into yours again, drowning in them. your orgasm thrashed over you moments later, finally feeling at peace. the war between your mind, body, and heart was settling. you lay there with jeno on the carpet of your living room, basking in the feeling of acceptance of one another.

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you woke up the next morning in jeno's room, having moved from your previous spot after you had regained yourselves. remnants from your late night sexscapade still hanging in the air. you were still groggy when you heard mark’s voice calling your name from the living room. "y/n? are you here?" mark’s voice was full of concern.

you jumped out of bed, shaking jeno awake. "jeno! get up! go distract mark and keep him in the kitchen!" jeno rubbed his eyes, looking confused but nodded quickly. you scrambled to throw on some clothes. the urgency was palpable—you and jeno's stuff was scattered in the living room, and mark was dangerously close to discovering it. as you finished collecting your things and hiding them, you heard mark's voice getting closer and nearly collided with him as he exited the kitchen. reacting instinctively, you threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly.

"whoa, you missed me that much?" mark laughed, his voice a mix of surprise and amusement. "was it really that bad without me?" he winced. you managed a laugh, "yeah, it was the worst." glancing over mark's shoulder and catching jeno's gaze. he was standing behind mark with a knowing look. you sighed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief.

you all settled down on the couch and started to fill mark in on the events of the past few days. "so, jeno and I spent some time together, and we actually got closer." mark looked intrigued. "oh, really? that’s great! what did you guys do?" you hesitated, choosing to leave out the more intimate details. "just hung out, talked a lot. it was... nice." mark offered a smile before wrapping his arms around both of your shoulders. "maybe i should go out of town more often then. i told you he would come around eventually." you could feel jeno's eyes lingering on you, and he added, "yeah, you should," offering you a wink.

♡ ending authors note: i was getting really into it and decided to split this up into another part, so that will be uploaded very soon! i hope you enjoyed

[toiletclown]

breathless. (part five.)

spencer agnew x gn!reader

only fluff from here on out who cheered!

summary: you and spencer spend a night together, and talk about making your relationship 'official'.

word count: 2030

a/n: this project has been such a labor of love (and obsession). this is the penultimate part, the finale will be posted on fri 9/27

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Spence POV

You had both decided that watching some movies in bed and eating your favorite takeout was the best way to end this tumultuous, heavy day. Spencer knew you were tired, and he fully anticipated you falling asleep mid-movie. It didn’t happen often, you always tried your best to stay awake or would communicate that you were ready to head to bed.

All the times you had had movie marathons together, you stayed the night. Spencer would always wake up in the morning, his arm wrapped around you and your leg over his. You both tended to gravitate towards each other in the middle of the night, no matter how far apart on the bed you were before bed. He cherished it more than he’d care to admit, and he was hoping for a repeat tonight. He put on an extra long movie knowing you would get bored and fall asleep.

While it was sneaky, he supposed he was allowed to do that now. The emotions were out and in the open, and while you both still needed to discuss what that entailed and where your relationship was going to go, or how it would change, he was selfish at heart. And with the lack of physical touch in these past few weeks, he was begging for an excuse to touch you.

“Y/N?” He nudged you softly, hoping you wouldn’t stir.

You didn’t. 

He turned the TV off, and hit the bedside lamp too. He checked to make sure your phone was plugged in before plugging in his own phone on his side of the bed. While it wasn’t technically ‘his side’ by any means, he was sure you hadn’t had anyone else in your bed. Minus maybe Angela. And it might as well be his side anyway, considering he had had his own charger plugged in on that side for months, and it hadn’t been moved. He also had a backup pair of glasses here, and half your dresser was filled with his clothes. Though mainly that was because you stole so many of his shirts. 

Once he had calmed you down from his intrusion, he had noticed you were already in one of his shirts. An old, tattered Creed shirt he had retired once he bought a new one. You stole it almost immediately. He smiled to himself, finally letting himself relax.

He knew the morning would entail a long and emotional conversation, but for now he was going to give into his selfish ways, and hold you tight to him while you slept. Hopefully you wouldn’t mind if he was still here in the morning.

He set an alarm for 10am, kissed the top of your head, featherlight, and drifted off to sleep himself.

//

Reader POV

You woke up naturally, no alarm blaring or construction starting. You took your time fully opening your eyes, the sunlight hitting your face a little too hard for your liking. You hadn’t closed the curtains last night before bed, something you’re usually pretty good about. Hmm. A noise to your left startled you slightly. That’s when you took note of your extremities. You were wrapped up in Spencer’s legs, the covers haphazardly thrown across the two of you. The noise was simply him shuffling, but you had fallen asleep so suddenly last night you hadn’t realized he had stayed.

But, the realization made you quite happy. Your heart started to pick up its pace again, and you willed it into normalcy. You weren’t sure you’d ever get used to it. But how could you ask your heart to act normal when you weren’t sure what normal was anymore? Everything was changing. And that was fucking scary. Change is hard, change is painful, but it’s happening. Constantly. Besides, this was good change, right? The kind you had wanted for so long now? Why harp on the fact that it’s change and not harp on the fact that you were finally going to be with your soulmate? You decided to just enjoy this moment, instead of letting it fester deep inside and drive you crazy. 

Spencer’s curls had gotten all messy in his sleep. You knew that happened, you had stayed the night with him more times than anyone else in your life. This wasn’t the first time you had woken up together, your limbs woven tighter than you thought possible, drool drying on the corner of one or both of your mouths because you both slept better when you slept next to each other. You almost always woke up first, and you were thankful for that. It gave you time to stare at Spencer openly. Sometimes you pretended to be asleep when he started waking, so you could hear him whisper sweet things to you while you ‘slept’.

You hadn’t been able to look at him like this in so long, and you took advantage of it. You pushed his brown curls out of his eyes, your touch as light as you could manage, not wanting to wake him prematurely. But Spencer lay dormant, hands under his head as he faced you. His chest was rising and falling in a slow rhythm, clearly at peace. Trailing your finger along his shoulder, then torso and hips, you ran the length of his body. Then you brought your eyes back up to his face, hoping the sun was hitting him just right and giving him that beautiful morning glow. And it was, but his green eyes were shining down at you now. “Hi,” he whispered. His face was lit up, a toothy smile and glittering eyes, the sun draping over him and painting him in gorgeous gold.

His hand reached for yours, a Midas touch. A warmth unmatched blossomed in your chest, spreading and filling every atom of your existence. You felt like liquid gold, and your eyes filled with tears, unprompted. You gave in and let them spill over. Spencer pulled you close, tears spilling from his eyes as well. At least you both knew they were happy tears this time.

You lay in his arms for some time. No words, no more tears, just the sound of both of your hearts beating in tune. The moment was ruined by Spencer’s alarm. 

“Jesus, sorry, I forgot to turn that off.” Spencer rolled over, hitting the ‘stop’ button. He grabbed your hand again, “I was a little distracted.”

“Whatever by?” You cocked your head, feigning innocence.

Spencer leaned in close, and the air was ripped from your lungs. “By my partner. If you’ll have me, anyway?”

He glanced to your lips, and you had to force your lungs to start working again. “Only if you’ll have me, too.” You closed the minimal distance between your lips, doing your best to remain calm.

It was soft, chaste, and everything you had been fantasizing about for six goddamn years. It didn’t last too long, it wasn’t too hot and heavy right off the bat. It was Spencer. And it was perfect. Of course it was.

You pulled back, noting Spencer’s blown pupils. “I probably should have asked before I did that. Sorry.” 

“Consent is important but I promise I am not complaining, Peach.” He leaned in again, smiling. “You can do it again, if you want.”

How wonderful it was to be able to laugh while kissing someone. This couldn’t be considered a make-out session by any means, it was much too silly. That’s to be expected of you and Spencer, though, isn’t it?

He kissed you, and kissed you, and kissed you. It wasn’t always the right angle, what with the amount of laughing and smiling you were both doing, but it was still perfect to you. You let Spencer’s hands wander over you, and he kept asking if it was okay when he reached a new area. Your arms, your torso, your legs. He didn’t come too high up your thigh, and he never reached around to your ass. Ever the gentleman, Spencer Agnew was.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to get my head out of my ass, baby, really,” Spencer breathed, his lips on your neck. You shuddered at the new nickname, wanting to hear it again. “We could have been doing this for years, huh?” You could only nod in response. He pulled back, putting a minute amount of space between you. Far enough that you weren’t touching all over, but close enough that he was still very much in your bubble. You loved it. Especially because he knew exactly what you wanted, often without you needing to voice it.

“Y/N, I love you so much,” he started, “And I’m pissed we lost so much time, really, and I can’t apologize enough for making you wait.” He laced your fingers together, rubbing circles into your hand, just like you did for him yesterday. “But I also don’t want to rush this. We might have been in love with each other for years, at least I have, but this is still a new relationship, you know?” 

You started tearing up again, but only because you were enamored with Spencer’s thoughtfulness and vulnerability. “Good tears,” you laughed, reassuring him. “Thank you, for being so honest with me. I feel the same way, actually.” He kissed the back of your hand, nodding for you to continue. “This,” you gestured between the two of you, “is still us, still our friendship. But the relationship aspect is new, and we should treat it as such, right?”

Spencer nodded, enthusiastic that you were on the same page. “Exactly! I don’t want us to, like, jump right into it just because of the history we have. I want to take you on dates, and buy you flowers, and get to know you all over again. I don’t care how many times you’ve told me about your favorite movie – tell me about it again. Show me your favorite albums again, your favorite TV shows and stand-up specials. I want to discover you all over again.”

The tears were falling in droves at this point, and you were really wondering how you wound up so lucky. “Fucking hell, Spence. Are you trying to kill me?” You wiped your tears on your shirt, laughing. “You’re so fucking perfect. Thank you.”

“No, thank you. I love you, babe. Do you want to get some breakfast?”

“Or I could make us breakfast?”

“Fuck yes.”

//

After breakfast you both decided it was time to have the dreaded conversation. ‘Dreaded’ because you both would rather be lazily making out right now and watching Neon Genesis Evangelion, but instead you had to talk about ‘feelings’ and ‘labels’ and ‘hard and soft launches’. God, dating nowadays was so stupid. Especially when you’re dating your best friend of eight years and you’re both entirely unsure where your limits were because for years there were none. None that were spoken anyway.

Spencer wanted to go public immediately, because, according to him “anyone who doesn’t want to show you off is fucking insane”, but you thought it might be better to wait a little while. You don’t have to pull the long con like Court and Shayne, but just having the office and your friends knowing would be good enough until you both settled into this.

“Then we could maybe be annoying and drop little hints on IG or in videos, see who all catches on,” You offered, knowing his mischievous side would absolutely love that.

“So many fans already ship us anyway, it might be fun to drive them a little crazy with it.” Spencer laughed, bright and full of love, and you just could not believe you finally had Spencer to yourself.

Realistically, you had for a few years now, but now it’s real.

The conversation wasn’t as long as you had expected, luckily you were both on the same page about nearly everything. Soulmatism is just like that, you supposed. After about thirty-or-so minutes, you both had worked it all out and decided another lazy day in bed was in order.

You could get used to how easy it was to love Spencer, and how he made you feel even easier to love.

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[thehypnone]

Possibly some dewther angst? Whatever you feel like writing :)

this is more of a ramble than a ficlet i think but it is dewther angst, hope its okay

Aether leaving the band causes his relationship with Dewdrop to become extremely strained.

It brings out Dewdrop’s neediness when the distance hits. It brings out Aether’s need for space when he gets snowed under work.

And suddenly they don't work, even though they are hundreds of miles apart.

They somehow survive the first leg of the tour, with Aether pretending everything is alright for Dewdrop’s sake. The work he had stayed at the Abbey for is exhausting both mentally and physically and he’s hanging on by a thread barely a month in. The fire ghoul isn’t stupid; he sees something isn’t quite right with Aether as well as between them, but he blames it on the distance.

Dewdrop hurts like hell, being unable to hug or kiss his partner; not even talk to him much. He clenches his jaw and pushes through, though, even if it's with tears in his eyes.

Aether loves Dewdrop fiercely and misses him terribly, but the work tires him enough to make him essentially forget about it. There are times where the only thing on his mind is sleep, not his fire ghoul.

He is—of course—incredibly happy about his pack returning to the Abbey between the tour legs; about Dewdrop returning to him. All the bad things are forgotten for a little while and everything is right in the world again when the fire ghoul is in Aether’s arms again

It’s like that—just good—for a few days he got off from work, but…but then Aether can’t handle any more.

Dewdrop is with him every second, he all but hangs off of him no matter what the quintessence ghoul is doing. It’s understandable—they’ve been apart for so long, for the first time ever since they met, but to Aether it becomes unbearable; he can’t have one single moment for himself anymore. He’s stretched thin between Dewdrop, the infirmary and fucking taxes and it’s simply too much.

He’s tired—tired of the endless work the Clergy has dumped over him and…and his needy partner, he realizes with dread.

How did it come to this?

Aether doesn't mention it for a while, he clenches his jaw and pushes through until it—he—crumbles one evening. Something went really wrong in the infirmary earlier and it’s been a horrible mess lasting for what felt like eternity; it’s nearly midnight when he finally reaches his room. He’s stressed and exhausted and the only thing on his mind is sleep. 

Dewdrop is waiting for him, though. He is a very needy person, indeed, especially when it comes to affection and reassurance, and after having a bad day himself, he simply craves Aether; unable to fall asleep without him.

The quintessence ghoul wants to deliver—still so in love with Dewdrop it’s bordering on insanity—but the time stretches and stretches and there’s a dull ache behind his eyes and his teeth start to hurt from how hard he’s clenching his jaw and there’s that weird pit in his stomach and–and he snaps.

“Dewdrop, I love you, but you have to let me breathe sometimes! I don’t have a second for myself, this relationship feels like yet another chore for me right now!”

And there it is, just like that—all the feelings that have been building inside Aether for months finally spilled. He watches with a nearly empty, cold gaze as Dewdrop starts to shake and cry on the other side of the bed.

The quintessence ghoul hates himself immediately, but what is done is done and despite all the regret of what he just did there is a hint of relief, too.

If Dewdrop leaves, if that’s the end, he will have so much space.

And that’s what he wants. Right?

The silence and the cold won’t drive him crazy until he breaks, crawls back to Dewdrop unable to breathe, and begs him to take him back, to forgive him.

Right?

[once-i-stay-in-neverland]

Minsung fic recs Part 1: Pure Fluff (Smut-free and mostly Angst-free)

as I promised a few months ago, here's the first installment of minsung fic recs. These should be mostly or completely angst-free. Additional comments by me will be in brackets and italics [like this]

No Touching by Iknowyouknowleeknow | 3'405 words | Not Rated

“I bet you a whole month of convenience store runs that you can’t go a week without touching Minho.” Jisung scoffed, pushing his bangs off his forehead as he stared at Seungmin, “If you wanted to buy me food that bad, you could have just told me. No need for a stupid bet.” “Yeah, yeah,” Seungmin smirked. “Are we on or what?” “Oh, it’s on,” Jisung extended his hand to Seungmin and his friend grasped it, pumping it twice. “I can’t wait for a month of free ramen.” “You sure are cocky for someone who can’t seem to walk down the street without holding Minho’s hand.”

2. Debunked by luway | 2'049 words | General Audiences

Minho gets home late from practice, and doesn't seem to remember that they switched rooms around the day before. So maybe he accidentally ends up in the wrong bed, but Jisung isn't exactly complaining. aka dumb fluff inspired by the 9th s4e4

3. lyrics of an improvised love song by orphan_account | 28'408 words | Teen and Up Audiences

Minho is behind the counter, taking orders and misspelling names. Since it’s a university, the coffee shop is fairly full, with a constant background noise of people talking. Then, out of nowhere, the talking stops, and the thing happens, one of those moments where everybody just collectively decides to fall silent, but one unfortunate soul doesn’t get the memo. In specific, a guy with brown hair and a blue t-shirt sighs into the dead quiet, “Dammit, somebody date me.” There’s a second where the guy doesn’t realize anything is wrong, but then his expression freezes, and he shrinks down in his seat. Minho is amused, embarrassed on his behalf, all normal reactions. And then the impulse kicks in, the urge to pick the most idiotic and unconventional choice just because he can. “Okay,” Minho replies, and everybody in the room looks at him. “I will.” [It isn't fake, but it isn't real, either. Until suddenly, it is.]

4. even in a chocolate shop, you're the sweetest thing i've ever seen by natigail | 32'916 words | Teen and Up Audiences

Jisung was weak to hot guys, he would be the first one to admit it, but he was even weaker for hot guys who were also smart and kind and approved by his friends. Lee Minho walked through the door and Jisung didn't stand a chance. As if pining wasn't enough of a distraction, Jisung also feared that his little adored work family was coming apart. He wanted nothing more than to keep them together, and perhaps to get Minho to join as well.

[this one isn't completely angst-free afair, but mostly; and it has a meet-cute + found family, super adorable]

5. serendipitous by stellalunar | 8'446 words | Teen and Up Audiences

"Hi, how can I help you this evening?" Jisung's exchanging his practiced customer-service greeting almost robotically before his brain even catches up to what's going on.  The guy's wearing a long coat and his ears are cherry red from the cold, but he's kind of cute. Well, more than that, Jisung just has an inferiority complex and immediately doesn't like the fact that he's handsome.  "I'm going to pre-apologize for my blatantness," the customer leans forward slightly and tucks his hands in the pockets of his coat, "but could you write 'fuck you' on a cake?"

6. Cozy Gamer Boyfriend by AlphabetMinusQ | 14'938 words | General Audiences

Youtuber Jisung has been keeping a secret. Intentionally, but not maliciously – its just a lie of omission, to keep everything running smoothly. It wasn’t going to last forever though, and slowly his fans are piecing it together.

[this one is set during the 2024 olympics with athlete Minho; AlphabetMinusQ has such a wonderful writing style]

7. fist that helps you survive by orphan_account | 12'104 words | Teen and Up Audiences

“What do you think of gay adoption?” Jisung asks again, taking a mouthful of cereal. “I mean,” Minho furrows his brows, “I am gay, right? You do know that.” “Of course I know that. I wouldn’t move in with a hettie if it killed me,” Jisung grimaces at the mere concept. “But I mean, for us.” Minho closes his eyes and purses his lips, “come again?” aka Minho and Jisung adopt a Dracaena and then some.

8. growing pains by Asgeir | 33'333 words | Teen and Up Audiences

Minho has never hated himself more than he does in this moment, because the first thought that crosses his mind once his eyes land on the face in front of him is please, please be the roommate, please be the roommate. “Thanks a lot for letting us stay here,” the taller of the two says with a smile that’s courteous, yet still seems genuine. “I’m—” not the roommate, not the roommate, Minho pleads silently “—Seungmin. It’s nice to meet you. Seungmin. The roommate. Minho smiles anyway, gives him a quick, polite handshake, and then turns back to who can only be his cousin’s boyfriend. “That makes you Jisung, then?”

[Felix brings his boyfriend Seungmin and his roommate Jisung home for the holidays and Minho is convinced that Jisung is Felix' boyfriend, chaos ensues]

9. Bad Apple by velooscuro | 13'594 words | Teen and Up Audiences

Jisung has the power to resurrect things from the dead with just a touch—but if he touches them again, they'll be gone for good. Minho has the power to kill anything with just a touch—and he decides to view it as a gift, even if he thinks it might be a curse. Wherein Jisung wants to use his ability to bake delicious fruit tarts, Minho wants to use his ability for good, however twisted, and the Universe wants to force them together for the sake of balance.

[a dash of angst, a dash of fantasy, some morally gray minsung and a whole lot of fluff, I like this fic a lot]

10. heal with thyme by luckyday | 70'572 words | Teen and Up Audiences

Minho's used to silence. He's used to the way the villagers avoid his eyes when they visit him asking for help, the way they look at him with fear and distrust when they think he can't see. He's used to his world being the sprawling garden within the old ivy-covered iron fence and the familiar warmth of the cottage. He's used to it just being him, his cats, and the old journals. It isn't until a villager somehow wanders into the garden despite the enchantments that he's faced with how unbearably isolated he's become, or how hard it is to open up to someone after years of being alone— or how freeing it is to know someone understands him. - Or, the one where Minho is a lonely village witch and Jisung is a plucky village boy who's determined to befriend him.

[this deals with grief quite heavily, so even though it's very fluffy and there's not really angst, it's something to look out for if you're not in the right headspace for it]

more fic rec lists:

Minsung:

Part 2: Asexual Character

Part 3: Fake Dating

[lawshearttattos]

kryk thoughts

kryk having a friends with benefits to lovers thing post time skip

it starts because Yaku is staying at Kuroo's apartment

and kuroo is stressed, he's working nonstop and hasn't been on a date in months

there's always been tension between them, so fuck it, right? what can go wrong

They think it would be okay bc they're not the type to fall in love easily and Yaku is only visiting for a few months before going back to Russia

and its so gooood, there's banter and teasing and there's no pressure bc it's them, and sure they get on each other's nerves but there's mutual respect and they know each other so well

Yaku remembers neck kisses drive Kuroo insane bc he mentioned it once (1) in college. Kuroo knows Yaku looves being praised lmao

Yaku: how tf you know that?

Kuroo: i just know you pretty damn well Yakkun

and he does!! He knows Yaku in a way no one else does

so at some point the lines get blurry right? because hanging out normally like friends starts to look a lot like dating

they go shopping and buy suits together lmao (they keep calling each other "hot" but they think it's in a platonic way (its not) )

and they think no one knows about them but Kenma saw them kissing once, sighed and just said "i don't want to know"

Kai knows. He just knows.

Kai: oh, is that Kuroo's shirt? :)

Yaku: why tf would i wear his shirt? he never washes them (he's wearing Kuroo's shirt)

suddenly, sleeping together becomes more. it turns into cuddles, and forehead kisses and sharing a bed (Yaku can't remember the last time he slept in the guest room)

Yaku tells Kuroo about all those nights in Russia when he just wanted to take a flight home, back to Japan, back to his childhood bed, back to nekoma, back to Kuroo.

and it's so rare for someone like Yaku to open up like that, but it's easy because it's Kuroo, and he trusts him.

And Kuroo tells him about his parents, about his mother leaving

and the sex it's different too. it's intimate, blushed cheeks, soft smiles and looking at each other's eyes.

but they're dumb

like so fucking dumb.

it takes a while for them to admit their feelings

and it happens because Kuroo wakes up to fresh coffee, scramble eggs and Yaku wearing one of his shirts, and it's too easy to forget theyre not dating

and he gets so lost in a lazy kiss, he gets so lost in the way Yaku holds him, how he pulls him closer, he gets so lost in Yaku that he forgets he has a very important meeting

He only realizes he's late because his phone keeps ringing.

and he leaves with a small peck and a quick "shit i'm late, goodbye Yakkun, i love you"

and he leaves so quickly that he doesn't see the shock on Yaku's face

it's only after the meeting is over that it hits him

oh, oh.

he is in love with Yaku Morisuke.

and the worst part? Yaku is leaving soon.

[cloudsmateria]

leon kennedy x reader / college au

summary: you and your best friend leon had gone off to university, too busy to see each other for the longest time you'd both been away. you eventually find the time to meet up, getting drunk and acting on some building up feelings :3

warnings: start of a smut, alcohol, not proof read idk its kind of a shit ramble that i didn't put much cohesive effort into but it's quite cute so i posted it

anyway, i’ll probably do the smut in p2

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It had been a month since you last saw Leon. Ever since you started law school, and he got into his cop training program both of your schedules had been stacked, despite you both still living in the same city the 45-minute commute to each other's homes was too much. As your best friend, you both managed to call each other every other night, confiding about whatever stupid experiences you both had in your new lives.

Tonight, you finally were able to agree on him coming to your apartment tonight, as you finally managed to get all work out of the way to have a fully free weekend off. You didn't realise how excited you were for his arrival until he texted you he was at the door. You sprinted through the halls and threw the door open.

"Leon!" You shout, jumping onto him and wrapping your arms around him.

"Y/n." He smiled, hugging you back.

“I haven’t seen you in way too long.” 

“We saw each other on Facetime last night.” You finally pull away with a smile. 

“You won’t even let me have a moment to be sweet.”

“It weirds me out, you're impossible to take seriously.” He rolls his eyes in response as he walks into your apartment, falling onto your couch, you sit next to him, kicking your legs up and leaning your head against his shoulder. “Did you wanna order takeout?”

“I wanted to go out. Haven’t left my apartment to explore the city since I joined the training academy. But we’ll just stay in here for a few minutes, catch me up, then we can go outside and do dumb shit.”

“Catch you up on what?” You laughed. “You’ve been my virtual therapist for the past month. Let’s talk about you. Show me what you learnt in your training or something, entertain me.”

“You’re right, you’ve talked too much, your voice gives me a headache.” You slap his chest and he lets out a light laugh, grabbing your wrists and pulling you over him to lay on his chest. “Get comfortable first, it’s long.”

“Doubt it.”

“You have it easy. This training is just as physically draining as it is mentally.”

“It shows. You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you.” You say, tracing your finger up his arm that has noticeably grown in size, and he’s already been going gym since he was 15.

He laughs. “You must've missed me bad, I’ve never seen you this nice.”

“What’s the training like?”

“I’m at the top of the class right now but the coaches are fucking evil, 4 people have already left.” He rambles on about the jarring people he’s met and the few friends that he’s made until the story is over and he gets up regretfully as he loses the weight of your body on top of him. You go into your room to change as you are still in pyjamas, getting into a skirt with a baggy sweater you wore a little too much.

“Is that my jumper?” Leon asked as you walked out. “Is it? I've had it for ages." He steps closer and snorts when he gets a closer look, flipping the back to see the label.

"You stole this from me last year."

"You mean I borrowed it indefinitely."

"I could arrest you."

"I'd like to see you try your best, trainee. It looks better on me anyway, finders keepers."

"What if I took it back off you?"

"You'd have to catch me first."

"I'm pretty fast."

"Not as fast as me." You grin before pushing him and sprinting out of your apartment, the sound of his footsteps trailing behind you.

"You think you can lose me?!" He taunted.

"I've done it before!" You shout back, running down the stairs of the apartment complex, and out into the streets, almost losing your breath from how much you were laughing. Suddenly, he sped up to an ungodly speed, picking you up when he caught up and throwing you over his shoulder. "Oh my god! What do they feed you in training?!" You yell, slapping his back.

"Mostly protein." He says, sarcastically.

"Are you gonna put me down or carry me around the city like a caveman?"

"I’ll drop you."

"Don't even joke about that." He laughs.

"Fine, fine, I won't." He puts you down and you both start walking around the city, looking for a corner store to get into.

"Let’s get wasted." You say, pointing to a small corner store.

"You’re so irresponsible." He said, going into the store and coming back out with soda and a bottle of vodka, he popped it open instantly when he came out, taking in a mouthful without wincing, passing it over to you straight after as you both walked down the street.

"I found this nice spot, it's 5 minutes from here."

"You didn't tell me about this when we were on Facetime."

"I was hoping to show you in person, I haven't told anyone else about it." You say, taking a mouthful of the burning liquid, coughing slightly, and passing it back over.

"Well, lead the way."

After a few minutes, you were standing on the roof of an abandoned, bordered car park with a pretty view of the river that ran through the city. You already had a wooden bench up there that you took as someone left it on the side of the road.

"How did you find this?" Leon asks.

"I just went on a walk one day and saw the entrance was bordered up and decided to explore, no-one ever comes up here." You said, leaning against the rails. "How much have we drank?"

"About a quarter of the bottle. Do you want more?" He asked.

"Yeah." He passes it over to you. "Do you remember the time we broke into that abandoned hospital near our high school?"

"And you freaked out when you thought that fake skeleton was real.."

"You're never gonna let that go are you?"

"We had to climb out of the window and I had to catch you before you fell to your death. Of course, I'm not going to let it go, you owe me."

"What do you want then? A drink?”

"I can pay for my own drinks and I just paid for yours." He said signalling to the bottle in your hand.

"You get to continue to enjoy my lovely company, that's all I owe you."

"Good enough." He sighed, taking a swig. The both of you sit around, both of you talking each other's ears off until he makes a suggestion.

"We should play a game."

"What's the game?"

"Truth or dare."

"Yes! I don't remember the last time we played this. Truth."

"Any crushes yet?"

"Honestly, not really. There are some cute guys in my uni but I'm just too busy with work. Truth or Dare."

"Dare."

"I dare you to finish the bottle."

"No problem." He said, finishing the bottle, and dropping it on the ground. You laughed at him, knowing he's going to be out of his mind later.

“You’ve been going to too many parties.” You say, watching in astonishment. “This is definitely some pretence for a future alcohol problem.”

“You’re gonna be the reason for my future alcoholism.”

“To be fair you are the type to become an alcoholic over a girl.”

“You’re that girl. You’re the most annoying thing in my life and I can’t get rid of you.” 

You hit his arm.

“You hit me too. Can’t get worse.” You roll your eyes with a smile.

“Seriously, you got anything going on with any girls?” You ask, feeling a bit of tension rise. He gives you a knowing grin. “Because I love gossip, don’t get any ideas.”

“Yeah, her name is Sienna. Funny girl, might ask her out soon.” You nod, questionably annoyed. “I’m joking. God. You look like you’ve seen a ghost, got something you wanna tell me?”

“The alcohol is just hitting.” You say. “Don’t get so full of yourself. You know I wouldn’t get with you if you were the last man on earth.”

“Yeah, right.” He smiles amusedly, a plan in mind. “Truth or dare, y/n?”

"Dare."

"Kiss me." Your heart stops.

"I'm not kissing you."

"You have to."

“Do I?”

“Never took you for a girl who’d pussy out on a dare.”

You sigh.

"You have some sick satisfaction out of tormenting me." You say, standing up and straddling his thighs. Fuck. You can feel the thick muscles of his shoulders as you rest your hands upon them. 

"You have no idea." You stare at him with a small frown.

"You're so lucky I'm drunk." You lean in slowly, feeling his fingers trace over your skin, sending goosebumps all over your body. You're just a few centimetres away from his lips, your lips parting, your heart thumping, his gaze dropping down to your lips. Suddenly, you hear him quietly laugh as you start to close your eyes.

"I'm not actually going to kiss you." He says.

"What?"

"You don't have to kiss me, it was a joke."

"Oh god." You sigh, faceplanting into his shoulder.

"You're so cute." He snorts, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I think you’re the one who’s gonna make me an alcoholic." You mumble. 

“Come on, let’s go back to your apartment before you jump off the railings.” He says, letting you get off.

"You're evil." You say once you get to the ground.

"And you're so gullible. How is someone supposed to not take advantage of that?"

"Now you’re showing your true colours, you’re going to regret saying that." You say as menacing as you can, before tripping up from how tipsy you were, just for him to grab the back of your sweater to keep you upright.

"Keep threatening me, I love it."

“Freaky bastard.”

“You have no idea.” He says, grabbing your hand to speed you up for you to trip again, he laughs as you manage to catch yourself. “Do you need me to carry you?”

“No thanks.”

“Too bad because I want to get back in a timely manner.” He says, wrapping his arm around the back of your knees and carrying you off. You weren’t going to complain. 

“Are you not drunk?”

“I’m drunk. I just have more spatial awareness than you.” He carries you the quick 5 minutes to your house. Managing to walk all the way up the stairs with you still in his arms, his stamina was kind of hot, or maybe those were just drunk thoughts. 

He sets you down on your couch, getting you both a glass of water to put on your side table. 

"I didn’t say this but I took some judo classes." You say, just letting whatever dumb shit stumble out your mouth as you take a sip from the glass.

"Did you now?" He says sarcastically.

"We should spar."

"You never fail to surprise me with your stupid ideas." He says while watching you get up. "Are you that confident?"

"You're scared, that's why you're trying to chicken out." He pushes himself up off the couch.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.” He says, watching you hype yourself up, jumping up and down.

“Come on, let’s go.”

“Come at me then.” He said, fully intending to go easy on you. You quickly try to tackle him onto the floor, wrapping your leg around him to drop him, and to his shock he falls onto his back, leaving him groaning and rubbing his back. “I didn’t think you were being serious.”

“Fuck yeah! Told you you’d regret it!” You shout, jumping up, he grabs your leg and pulls it down making you fall over him, rolling over so that you were pinned down by your wrists.

“How cute, Leon.” You smile, tucking feet underneath him onto his chest and launching off you and getting up. You usually weren’t this successful given you’d only gone to 2 classes, the drunkenness definitely provided you some much-needed confidence. He laughs breathlessly from the rollercoaster you just put him through, resting on his wrists for a second before standing up with you. 

“You wanted me to show you what I learnt in training right?” He says, as you rub your hands together mischievously. You run toward him, him holding both of your hands when you try to push him, pushing against each other as he swipes both your feet from under you and pins you to the floor, his shins pressing on your thighs to make sure you don’t pull the same trick again. Both of you are still breathing heavily from the high of the last round. 

 "You should give up now." He whispers, lacing his fingers in between your own.

"You should know better." You whisper back, smiling. His eyes drop down to your lips, his head fogged as the alcohol in his system starts to kick in more.

"What if I don't?" He leans in, brushing his lips over yours, your stomach fluttering, you were so glad you were drunk. You never would've come up with this idea if you were sober.

"What are you doing, Leon?" 

"Beating you up.”

"You're drunk."

"So are you." He replies, connecting your lips. The kiss is slow and soft. Not how you expected a drunk make-out to be. His lips part and your tongue meet his, the both of you letting out quiet sounds as the kiss gets more heated, his body weight shifting down. His arms wrap around your waist, under your jumper as he stands up with your legs wrapped around him. "We shouldn't be making out on the living room floor." He says and presses his lips against yours again. You were already a little light-headed from the alcohol, his lips trailing down your jawline, your neck, the soft breaths of his breath against your skin, it was almost dizzying. His foot pushes your bedroom door open and he places you down on the bed his lips still all over and his fingers lifting the jumper over your head. He trails his fingers over the waistband of your skirt.

"How much did you miss me?" He breathes against your lips.

"More than anything."

"How much did you miss me, Leon?"

“I was going insane." He whispers, his fingers slipping into your underwear, sliding them off and throwing them across the room. He sits up, taking his shirt off.

"Now that's just the alcohol talking."

"It's not, the time away made me realise something I should've ages ago." He said, leaning back over and kissing you. His hand trailed back down under your skirt, a finger gliding over your slit, a soft moan coming from his lips.

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I cannot get the latest major chapter out of my head. I can't wait to see how their dynamic shifts after the escape attempt and Major practically begging to be hurt more so he doesn't try again. I could totally picture Simon doing something like shooting Major every few months to remind him not to run again.

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Locks clicking open, the door brushing across the carpet as it swings open. The fibers are damp under Major from the sweat stuck to his skin. He can’t tip his head back to watch Simon’s approach, it would tense his neck and move a muscle in his chest which would pull on his stomach and - if anything around his stomach moved an inch, he would scream.

There is a hand in his hair before Major can make out the silhouette above him. Maybe he should lean into it or some shit. His pride won’t allow for it. Instead, Major just huffs out laborious breaths and squints up at Simon.

Hair tied up neatly now, Simon frowns back at him, one stray strand hanging in front of his ear. The tattoos across his neck seem to swirl. Major blinks hard and tries to focus as the hand in his short hair slides to press to his forehead.

“...have a fever. I was going to check if you healed yourself, but…”

His shirt is peeled up, and every muscle in his stomach tears apart, pulling him to pieces. It feels like that, anyway. Like a handful of melted metal is being poured into his gut. He wants to scream for Simon to stop. All he can manage are short, sharp hissing breaths.

“Okay. You’re okay. Breathe.” Simon raises his hands placatingly, only the very tip of one finger smeared with red. “Just checking the bandage.” Two fingers up under Major’s jaw to get him to focus. “Can you see me?”

Narrowing his eyes, Major tries his best to make out any details of Simon’s face. He just sees an impression of hair, brows, ears, and those dark tats. “Yeah,” He croaks miserably. He’s felt cold for hours, and he never did manage to fall asleep, so it’s been hard to think. Exhausted looping thoughts plagued him through the night. About failing to escape, taking so long to try in the first place, having only a couple months left before he’s thrown out. Even a shit-for-brains healer knows when he’s got a fever, but that didn’t stop the feverish thoughts from swirling. The most persistent hallucination was of being chopped up and thrown in garbage bags, to go out in the trash on Sunday night.

“I want you to heal this.”

Eyes suddenly skittering off of Simon, Major feels heat slide down the side of his nose. Fuck, it’s humiliating that a tear was just waiting in his eye to slide out as soon as he panics. His head lolls to the side and the carpet rubs away the evidence. “Can’t,” He rasps softly.

A hand on his cheek, pulling his head back to focus. Major reluctantly looks up at Simon, who doesn’t look pissed off, yet. Somehow. “You’re allowed. I don’t like this fever. Heal it.”

The sob that lodges in his throat, unvoiced, is painful. Major shakes his head slowly. “I don’t… heal.” Mouth stuffed with cotton, nose dripping snot into his throat, Major sniffles then chokes out a measly cough. “On command. I don’t, I can’t. Please.”

The plea, more than anything, gets Simon leaning down closer in concern. It looks like concern, anyway. Major might be imagining that scrunched brow. “I’m glad you’re finally giving me some backstory, some hints. I get that you don’t like to heal when you’re told to. Now’s not the time…” His hand rests gently on top of the bandaged gunshot wound, and Major’s heart skips a beat, blood draining from his face. “...to start saying no.”

An animal whine is clawing its way out of him. Major lifts a shaking hand, half begging Simon to stop and half waiting for an opening to lay it in place. Once Simon stops pressing on the wound, he lays his own hand over the growing spot of red, magic already glowing in his palm.

“Don’ make me heal,” Whispers Major. There’s nothing he can do except ask for it not to happen. Sometimes Simon gives him stuff he wants, if he just asks. “Don’... make me do this, all the time, I can’t - don’t wanna be a kept healer, I fuck-, I ffh, can’t be that.”

For once, the cursing goes unpunished. Simon sits back on his heals and watches as the wound slowly stops bleeding again. As Major tenses, arches, cries through the painful process. The fever stays despite the infection that caused it melting away - distantly interesting, but not as much as the pain. Simon does his best to memorize the sight without making it last longer.

“Sure, Cupcake. Don’t worry. I haven’t made you heal yourself yet, have I? Don’t try a trick like that again, and I won’t have to shoot you again.” A fond pat to Major’s side as his hand slips away. He undoes the bandages and pats over the new scar. The healer flinches with the smallest hitching gasp. The pain is only remembered, only imagined. “Let’s keep the ones in your legs there for now. So you remember not to go snooping around any windows.” Simon smiles, but Major still looks close to tears, so it doesn’t seem to help lighten the mood.

“...Can’t sleep.” The confession is quiet and a little off topic. Major’s hand isn’t glowing anymore. He rubs the side of it against the carpet as if the burn scars there itch from the tickle of the magic.

He got to satisfy the urge pretty well for today. Simon hums, relaxed. “Okay. Want to come out to the living room, watch something with me? You can have the remote.”

“Can’t walk,” Offers the gruff prisoner, gesturing vaguely toward his legs. And with that, he sets a record for the most requests for help he’s made in one day. Simon nods and keeps quiet about the show of neediness.

“I can’t carry you. Got too much muscle.” He prods at Major’s stomach, which does have some squish to it from relaxed muscle, although a good deal of his old bulk has disappeared in the time it took his dark hair to grow out. “But I can help you walk, if you want to try. It’ll just hurt.”

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That Time of The Month - Touya Todoroki x Reader

Authors Note: I am on my period and the only thing keeping me sane is writing this. Reader is gender neutral in this fic.

Word count: 889

Summary: Touya takes care of his partner on their period.

Content Warning: Some cursing, reader has a uterus, that's it. Just fluff.

Waking up to the obnoxious ringtone my new boyfriend picked for himself was not in my plans on this fine Saturday morning. Well, afternoon. It took a moment of feeling through the sheets to finally find the damn thing and my thumb quickly found the “Answer” button.

“Good afternoon doll face,” Touya’s voice immediately came through. I rubbed my face with my free hand. I gave him a grumble in response. The dull ache in my lower back wormed its way to the front of my attention. “You alright? I know you said last night that you started.”

“Yeah, I’m okay, I think. Just in a bit of pain.”

“Well, that’s no good. Come let me in doll.”

Suddenly I am very awake. “Touya! You can’t see me like this! I just woke up and I feel gross as fuck.” I sit upright and wince as pain shoots up my back.

“Don’t make me pick the lock. Let me in please.”

“Fine just give me a second.” I hung up without giving him time to answer. My legs feel heavy as I swing them over the side of the bed. I quickly make my way to the bathroom and wet my toothbrush, shoving it in my mouth and brushing my teeth as quick as I can get away with.

I pad my way to the front door to my small apartment and open the door. “Touya?” Is all I can get out as I see my favorite coffee order in his tattooed hand along with what looks like a grocery bag ready to break apart. “Hey Doll, took you too long.” He smirked as he looked down at me. For some reason, this combination of seeing my favorite drink and my favorite blue eyes at the same time must’ve been the most beautiful thing in the world to me. The floodgates let loose. My vision blurs and it’s almost comical how my tears fall like a literal waterfall. Touya’s face instantly switched from downright handsome devil to panicked.

“Oh fuck, oh what the fuck, (Y/N) what happened? I’m sorry, did I do that?” He shuffled his way past me, plopped everything on the kitchen counter, and instantly turned back and embraced me. “Hey, it’s okay doll. I’m sorry for showing up like this. I wanted to surprise you.” His hand rubbed soothing circles over my back.

“It’s okay,” I sniffled, “I just wasn’t expecting it. You’re such a sweetheart. You didn’t have to do this for me.”

“I want to make you feel comfortable. I know you have a hard time with your period. I don’t get it, but I figured I should do something for you. I got a few things.” He did a smooth spin now holding my favorite drink in hand and passed it to me. I took a long, savoring sip. I’m sure the look on my face was equal to that of an orgasm because when I opened my eyes again Touya’s cheeks were tinted pink. Maybe it was just the embarrassment of him actually being sweet to someone. Who knows? “I also brought you some tampons and pads. I wasn’t sure what size cat you got but I figured you might need some.” He quirked his brow as I huffed a small laugh at the comment. “The other stuff can wait for later.”

My brows pinched together as that ache made its way back to the front of my mind. I refuse to let these cramps interrupt this sweet moment. My arms snaked around Touya’s neck as I stood on my tip toes. Unfortunately, my body had other plans because right before our lips met a jolt of pain shot up my back causing me to fall back to the flats of my feet. I nestled my face in his chest and gasped.

“Woah, woah Dollface! You alright?” I nodded lightly with my eyes squeezed tight. “No, you aren’t. Come on let’s get you in bed.” With a quick movement I was whisked up bridal style and being carried back down my hallway. It was just a moment before he was placing me on my bed and he was covering me in my blanket.

“Are you for real tucking me in? I’m not dying you know. If you’re making me lay in bed all day, then you better join me.”

“Of course, why did you think I showed up?” There was that dumb smirk again. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “So what movie we watchin?” After picking the first remotely interesting thing on Netflix, Touya disappeared down the hall for a moment. He reemerged holding the bag again quickly dumping the contents on the bed in front of me. “Period’s make you hungry right?”

The snacks that covered my bed instantly had me salivating. Chocolate, candy, chips, and a few other little sugary snacks took hold of my attention. “T,” I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts. “Just get in the bed.” Touya did just that.

The rest of the day was filled with cuddling, movies, snacks, and Touya muttering sweet nothings while I cried way too hard during the sad parts of the movies. At the end of the day I looked into those blue eyes again wondering what I did to deserve such a man.

Thank you for reading!

This is my first time writing fanfiction please be nice or I'll cry.

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Miss Missing You

Sonny Carisi x Reader WC: 974 AO3

This is my first time writing a reader fic in literally several years but this man is ruining my life and I’m here to make it everyone’s problem. This was actually going to be smut but then feelings happened and I didn't get there (lol), if anyone’s interested there will probably be a part two. Very unbeta’d and very rough don’t judge me I’m literally just a girl.

It had been nearly two weeks since you’d seen Sonny and you’d decided enough was enough.

You weren’t blameless, you’d unfortunately had your fair share of your own shit come up recently that meant you’d had to apologise on your way out of a date just a few nights ago. A sour ball of disappointment settled heavy in the pit of your stomach carrying you through the next few days and it seemed like no matter what you both did your schedules just wouldn’t line up. Sonny himself had ended up cancelling your third attempt to reschedule, voice thick with regret as he called and let you know he’d had a case come up that needed his immediate attention and instead had to spend the foreseeable future chained to his desk and whatever relevant case law he could get his hands on.

You’d only been dating for a few months, and while things had been casual for the most part you felt that the time apart was only making you realise how much you actually liked the man, leaving you with two thoughts as you set your phone down. One, you didn’t want to spend another two weeks chasing each other's voicemails and existing only on goodmorning and goodnight texts no matter how sweet they were and two, from the tone of Sonny’s voice you were sure he felt the same way.

It was with that in mind that you now found yourself standing outside of 1 Hogan Place, biting your lip as you tried to remember if Sonny had ever mentioned which floor he was on. Thankfully the security guard allowed you to fumble your way through your explanation, bag of takeout helping your cause as you mentioned you were just innocently bringing one of the ADA’s dinner. You found your way to Sonny’s office, sighing when you saw that his was the only light on this late on a Friday night. Dating someone who cared so deeply about their work was a blessing ultimately but obviously came with its drawbacks.

You took a deep breath trying to push down the panic that suddenly gripped you, that you were intruding or being a fucking weirdo just turning up out of the blue. What if he thought this was weird? What if he actually didn't want to see you at all and was just using work as a handy excuse to let things fizzle out between you both. You shifted your weight in front of his door, weighing up your options before biting your lip and knocking quietly on his door.

'Yeah?' came an uncertain reply and you pushed it open, all of the apprehension you felt melting away at the look on Sonny's face.

Shock and surprise quickly turned into a wide disarming smile, the same one that had made you very quickly fall for him in the first place and had you relaxing against the doorway now, relieved at finally being able to see each other after a monumentally shitty week.

"Oh man, are you a sight for sore eyes?" he said, sitting back in his chair and looking at you for a moment before jumping up and hurrying over to you, placing hands on either side of your face to kiss you softly. You felt a telltale swoop low in your stomach as you pulled away feeling pleased. ‘Not that I’m not happy as hell to see you but what are you doing here?’ He led you into the room, closing the door behind you.

You held out the plastic bag in his direction, ‘I know you’re too busy to leave the office but that doesn’t mean we can’t still have dinner together?’ You watched nervously as he looked at the bag and back to you, feeling that unease spread again, your face feeling suddenly very warm, ‘Uh but if you are too busy I can just leave this here and go I don’t want to get in the way it’s just-‘ you stopped at his raised hand, watching warily as he grabbed the bag from you and placed it gently on his desk.

When he turned back to you his eyes looked so bright and happy it near knocked the breath out of your chest. He moved in front of you, grabbing your face again and kissing you so tenderly you felt yourself sigh into his mouth, the tense part of you that was desperately missing him uncurling slowly with every brush of his lips and tongue. He pulled back, huffing a laugh and rubbing your cheek with his thumb, ‘I’m sorry I’ve been so busy lately.’

You shook your head, ‘Hey I’ve had my own stuff to deal with, I just missed seeing you’ you said by way of explanation, ‘I’m not above taking the subway for you.’

‘Wow how lucky am I?' Sonny looked at you for a moment and you could swear his eyes actually twinkled, 'You didn’t have to come all this way but I’m not gonna pretend like I’m not happy about it.’

Leaning up on your tippy toes you pressed another brief kiss to his lips before turning to the desk, pulling containers out of the plastic bag, ‘Well I don’t know about you but I’m starving, I got a little bit of everything’ you took a seat at his desk, grinning as he sat down in front of you, ‘And I’ve been dying to tell you about my week, you’ll never guess what happened at work.’

‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.’ He muttered, taking a bite of food with a satisfied sigh.

‘Don’t make promises your ass can’t keep Counselor.’ you said, sending him a quick smirk.

The look he gave you in return was a promise that while you'd bought dinner he was definitely going to bring dessert.

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CHAPTER 10-B : NIGHTMARE

Chapter Summary: Bartolomeo confronts you with everything he's done for you. Pairing: Bartolomeo x F!Reader Rating: Explicit (18+ only, NSFW Chapter; PiV sex) TW: ATTEMPTED RAPE, references to past violence, stalking Ao3 Link: Chapter 10-B (3,374 words)

Fuck.

Of all things Bartolomeo could have forgotten about. He’d been so fixated on the rest of his apartment, it hadn’t crossed his mind. All the more reason he wished he’d had more time to prepare for you. Why’d he have to be so impulsive —

“Barto,” you snapped him out of his thoughts. “Answer me.”

His eyes darted around the room, double-checking that anything else he’d stolen was still hidden. Anything to keep from meeting your accusing stare. “Y-you left it in the laundry room. I was gonna — I wanted to give it back, but —”

He finally met your gaze, the venom it held freezing him in place. Despite being so terrified of the world falling apart around him, he couldn’t help but blush. You were sexy when you were angry. Definitely didn’t help that you were still naked.

“Tell me the truth,” you pressed, folding your arms over your chest.

Bartolomeo stuttered a few more times before finally conceding, his shoulders slumped. “‘Cause I got it... from your room.”

You felt the hair on your neck stand. “When?”

He scratched his cheek, back to avoiding eye contact. “...A few months ago.”

You groaned, letting the shirt fall from your hands as you hid your face in them. “It was you. This whole time. What the fuck, Barto.”

“I didn’t...” he sighed, running a hand through his hair and leaning against the doorframe. “I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t think you would be interested in a guy like me.”

“You could have asked!” you shouted. “You could have done literally anything else — wait.” You looked up at him with wide eyes. “What else didyou do?!”

He could swear his back was pouring sweat, but he kept a straight face, still avoiding your eyes. “Nothin’.”

“Bartolomeo!”

“Nothing!” he snapped back, his lip curling as he muttered, “Nothin’ I wasn’t already promisin’ to ya.”

You paled. “What do you mean?”

He finally looked at you again, no longer blushing, no longer flustered. “I promised to look out for ya. So I did what I had to so I could keep that promise.”

Realization hit you like a freight train. “You did sabotage my date.” You stormed up to him, your hands balled into fists. “What did you do to Cavendish?”

Bartolomeo shrugged. “Just showed him what happens when someone tries to move in on my girl.” He pushed off the doorframe, now looming over you. “Just like I did with that prick from the subway. And the shitbag at the bar. And anyone else who tries to get between us.” His expression then softened somewhat as he took your face in both his hands. “I wanna take care of you, sweetheart.”

Your eyes began to water and you took hold of his wrists, shaking your head. “You can’t just do that, Barto.”

“Too late for that,” he huffed out. When a few tears slipped down your cheeks he brushed them away with his thumbs. “I’m sorry for takin’ your stuff. I’m sorry I lied to you. I just. I wanted to be close to ya so bad. I’ll stop though, now that we’re together. I won’t break in, I won’t follow you home, we can just walk together —”

You shoved away from him, turning your back as you started picking up your clothes. “This isn’t right — I can’t do this —”

His eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

“Putting my damn clothes back on,” you spat, glaring at him as you pulled your shirt over your head. “I can’t keep having this conversation naked.”

As Bartolomeo watched you pull your underwear back up, panic took hold with its freezing grip. You were going to leave. You were going to get dressed and leave and shut him out. Or worse. After everything he’d done, after the unforgettable night you just had together.

Something in his mind, something he’d been struggling to ignore ever since you moved in, finally snapped.

You were bent over to pull up your pants when you were suddenly lifted up by the waist and thrown onto his bed. Shocked, you barely had time to roll onto your back and process what was happening before he was already straddling you, pinning you down by the shoulders with wide, manic eyes.

“What is there to talk about?” he snarled. “So I got a little carried away. I stole a few things. Stabbed a guy and broke the pretty boy’s ribs. But last night you said you love me. I love you.” His grip on you tightened, his brow furrowing. “You tellin’ me you’re just gonna take that back?”

A horrible chill shot down your spine. You shook your head, trying to make yourself smaller. “No — I just — I need some time to think —”

“About what?” he snapped. “How you’re gonna try to leave me?”

“No — Barto, wait, let go of me —”

“I can’t,” his voice cracked, the vulnerability he once displayed breaking through momentarily. “Don’t you understand? Now that I have you, there’s no way in hell I can let you go.”

The color drained from your face, and you started pushing against his chest. “Barto, please, don’t do this. W-we can talk about it — I won’t leave you.”

“Damn right you won’t.” He took both your wrists in one hand and pinned them over your head, continuing, “‘Cause you love me. You’re mine . I ain’t ever lettin’ you go.”

Bartolomeo’s mouth crashed down over yours, stifling any further protests you had. Where he was once gentle with his teeth, he was now ravenous, the sharp points dangerously close to tearing into you. His grip on your wrists was painful, leaving you wondering if the creaking you heard was the bed or your bones. Between that and his body over yours, there wasn’t room to fight back.

His free hand grasped your neck when he finally broke the kiss, his teeth pulling your lower lip for good measure. When he met your eyes, he tilted his head. What little was left of his rational mind wondered why you looked so scared.

However, a far more possessive part of his brain was in control. And it was viciously turned on by the sight.

Your own brain was screaming at you to do something, anything to get him to let go, but his hungry gaze kept you frozen in his grip. Your mind reeled, grappling with the reality that the unexpectedly kind Bartolomeo you’d come to know was just an act of the wholly terrifying man above you. The one you should have steered clear of since day one.

Despite the threatening hold around your throat, you found your voice. “Barto, please — just let go of me. We don’t have to talk —”

Bartolomeo tightened the grip on your neck, his pupils dilating and a flush spreading across his face. “You’re right. We don’t. Just let me have this.” His breathing was hot on your cheeks, like an insatiable beast. “Let me have you.”

Faster than a scream could form in your lungs, you were flipped over onto your stomach, one hand pressed between your shoulder blades to keep you down while the other moved to your underwear. You struggled to push yourself up, your hands scrabbling for any kind of purchase. Panic fired through every nerve as you felt him yank at the waistband, ripping the fabric from you with shocking ease. It was enough to make you scream at last, the sound falling on deaf ears as Bartolomeo was driven further into his sudden craze, both hands now finding your hips and keeping you firmly in place.

He softly shushed you, completely lost in his own delusion. He didn’t understand why you were fighting back. He thought you were supposed to be together. You were his, didn’t you realize that? If you’d just stop fighting and let him have you, he could show you that he loved you. He could prove that you were meant to be together. 

He laid himself over top of you, one hand taking hold of his shaft and lining it up with your entrance. “Hold still. It’s gonna be okay — I’m gonna take good care of you.”

“BARTOLOMEO, STOP—”

He shoved himself deep into your cunt.

Your brain kicked into overdrive. Coherent thought stopped as your body moved on instinct, violently jerking onto your side and twisting at the waist.

“SHIT— ” Pain shot through him at the sudden forceful turn of his cock, and he quickly pulled out, eyes watering. What the fuck was that about!? You practically twisted his dick right off—

You scrambled to get out from under him as he fell to one side, his hands now too occupied with the delayed protection of the family jewels. You awkwardly tumbled to the floor, and your hands found the hem of your pants.

The feral thing that had taken over Bartolomeo’s brain lashed out with one hand, managing, despite the agony radiating through him, to find your ankle. Momentum sent him sideways, half laying off the bed as he tilted his head back to see you—

Only to be greeted by your heel slamming into the bridge of his nose.

“FUCK!”

Your ankle free once more, there was no stopping you. You fisted the leg of your pants in one hand and pushed yourself up with the other, booking it for the front door.

Only once you were in the apartment hallway reaching for your own door did you finally have a clear thought: locked. You quickly redirected your path to the elevator, frantically mashing the down button between struggles to pull your pants on. Come on, come on!

The doors finally opened just as you heard Bartolomeo yelling your name.

You stumbled into the cabin, once more button mashing to make sure the doors closed. The second they were, you collapsed against the wall, tears streaming down your face. Your heart felt like it was going to break through your ribs, and though you felt like your legs could give out at any moment, you knew you still weren’t safe. Not yet. You had to get away from the building, even if it meant running until your feet bled.

The doors were barely open before you pushed your way through them, one hand holding up your pants as you burst out of the building. People, buildings, cars, everything became a blur as you ran down the sidewalk, blinded by adrenaline and tears. It was only by the grace of its obnoxious yellow color that you saw the cab in time to hail it, falling into the backseat.

“Whoa whoa —” the driver looked over his shoulder. “Where you goin' in a hurry like that? You runnin’ from the cops?”

You shook your head, your mind spinning like a slot machine to find just one word. Any word, preferably a place—

“Baratie,” you finally choked out. “Take me to Baratie.”

There was a fist-sized hole in Bartolomeo’s bedroom door. Dried blood was caked under his nostrils, crusting over his septum piercing. He’d tasted his own blood before, but not like this. Not with the sting of betrayal in his chest. It was a good, long while before the pain in his groin had subsided. Enough time to stew in what just happened.

He scared you. He just tried to rape you. He’d always been a violent guy, but never had he gone to an extreme like this.

Another voice in his mind was furious, drowning out the regret. You said you loved him. You said you loved him. Then why couldn’t you have stayed? After all he’d done for you, all he tried to do to keep from overstepping boundaries, and everything he’d done to keep from getting caught. Why did you have to find that stupid shirt and ruin everything?!

...No, you didn’t ruin everything. You were so kind, and so sweet, you just misunderstood him. He’d done a lot of wrong things, especially this morning. He just had to calm down and apologize. You’d come around to his way of seeing things. You had to — he only did what he did to protect you, after all.

For now, Bartolomeo had to deal with the problem at hand. It wasn’t likely you’d come back to him right away. He probably didn’t have much time before someone would be banging on his door and asking questions, whether it be your friends or the cops. Looking the way he did, there was no way he’d be convincing enough to play innocent. Oh well. He’d lay low for awhile, maybe hide out with Gambia until you came to your senses.

Bartolomeo ran a hand through his hair and licked at the dried blood on his lip. He looked between his rumpled bedsheets, to the hole in his door, to the forgotten shirt on the floor. Things were never supposed to get this out of hand. He had just wanted to be with you. What was so wrong with that?

A tiny part of his mind tried to tell him, but he ignored it as he started digging in his closet for a duffel bag. While he never liked backing down from a fight, he knew a chance to retreat when he saw one. Haphazardly stuffing clothes into the bag, one thought kept him from completely giving up hope.

You said you loved him.

You’d come back. Eventually.

You weren’t entirely sure why the first place that came to mind was Baratie. Maybe subconsciously you knew that the archives would be closed, and the first place Bartolomeo might try to look for you. It was halfway to the restaurant you realized you wouldn’t have a way to pay the cab fare, having left your purse behind in your escape. Which meant you didn’t even have your phone with you to contact your friends. Robin was probably still waiting for you to ask for your keys.

Thankfully, as you stumbled out of the cab, the driver didn’t seem too concerned about the fare, instead going as far as getting out of the car to walk you inside. While the door to vestibule was surprisingly open, the doors after that to the actual restaurant were locked.

“Hold on,” the driver said, pulling out his phone and dialing. “I know the owner, he’ll let you in if I call him.”

A few minutes later, you were sitting in a booth, a glass of water in your hands while the head chef, a grizzled old man with a prosthetic leg was bickering with the driver, trying to figure out why the hell he’d brought you there instead of a police station. You were staring into the glass, shaking, feeling like you’d just run several miles and then some. You just wanted to lay down in the booth and sleep. Maybe when you woke up it’d turn out that you just had an elaborate nightmare.

“Oh,” a voice broke through your trainwreck of thought, and you looked up to see a blond waiter. “Well, I was hoping you’d come back, but definitely not like this.”

You blinked a few times, squinting your eyes. Did you know him? Then it hit you, “Tiramisu.”

He gave a wry smile. “It’s Sanji, actually, but you can call me whatever you’d like, sweetheart.”

You flinched at the nickname, shrinking back. 

He seemed to realize his error, getting down on one knee. “What happened to you?”

Your throat tightened. Just as you were thinking you had no more tears left, you felt them spilling out again as you struggled to find the words. The severity of what you were trying to say was truly setting in, making it all the harder to speak.

You were raped.

Not only that, but it happened at the hands of someone you trusted. Someone you’d fallen in love with.

Why couldn’t you say it out loud? Part of you felt stupid — you should have trusted your gut the moment you suspected Bartolomeo was behind the break-ins. You should never have given him the chance when he invited you over. And especially after watching him pummel someone’s face in — how did you not suspect that he’d do something so horrible?

Unable to answer, you shook your head, your hands starting to tremble around your water glass.

“Is there anyone you can call?”

You shook your head again, squeezing out, “Lost my phone.”

Sanji hummed. After a moment, he took the glass from your hands and pressed his phone into them instead. “Here. You do whatever you need to contact someone. I’ll make you something warm to eat. How’s that sound, princess?”

The sharp-eared head chef snapped, “It’ll be comin’ outta your paycheck, you little shit!”

You nodded, staring down into your darkened reflection. “Th-thank you.”

You messaged Robin first, logging Sanji out of his social media to do so. Unsure of what else to say, you sent, “I need help.”

The reply was almost instant. “Where are you?”

Robin picked you up with a whole cavalry in tow. Riding shotgun was Nami, a metal baton in one hand and her phone in the other running GPS. In the backseat was Rebecca and Vivi, the former with murder in her eyes and a sword in her lap that was hard to tell whether or not it was a prop. Vivi immediately hugged you when you climbed into the car, reassuring you that you were safe, and that Robin knew tons of people she could call for more backup if you wanted, and this son of a bitch was going to regret messing with her friend.

You were relieved they didn’t try to bombard you with questions. You weren’t sure you were ready to answer them.

You definitely weren’t ready for Bartolomeo’s apartment door to be wide open. 

Robin went in first, calmly and quietly searching the apartment. When she reached the bedroom door, she was slow in opening it, checking over her shoulder and gesturing for the rest to follow. Rebecca went next, sword at her side, looking around the living room. Vivi checked the bathroom, and Nami stayed with you, baton at the ready.

“He’s not here,” Robin finally said.

Rebecca started ranting in what you could only guess was Italian before shouting, “Fucking coward!”

Vivi found your purse, which you eagerly took and started searching through. Everything was still there, including your phone, and funnily enough Sanji’s number hidden in one of the inner pockets.

You’d have to thank him for the meal.

Your friends helped you move out a few months later. They all took turns harboring you at their respective places for a while, and traded off who would babysit your apartment to make sure Luffy was taken care of... and also to call the cops if Bartolomeo had the balls to come back.

Vivi found an apartment further into the city that you could share. She took the opportunity to help you as a way to also move herself out from the suburbs. After what had happened, neither of you were willing to live alone.

In that time, you found yourself jumpier. More keenly aware of the slightest thing amiss in your room. Constantly watching over your shoulder when you took the subway home. You frequently had nightmares. Even the bi-weekly pay day drinks did little to soothe your fears, every flash of someone with green hair sending you into a panicked state.

You never fully gave anyone the details of what had happened, but they all somehow knew. Everyone made it a point to tell you it wasn’t your fault.

Gradually, you adjusted. You found coping skills, you talked more, and slowly you came close to how you used to be. You were closer to your friends than you ever were before. You knew you’d never be exactly the same as you were before you even met Bartolomeo, but close enough was enough for you.

One evening, after pay day drinks and when Vivi was gone visiting her father, you crashed into bed, petting a much larger Luffy as he jumped onto your chest. You realized for the first time in a long time, you finally, truly felt safe.

You never noticed the empty bottle of perfume that went missing from your trash.

[amymbona]

hey! :-) just wanted to say that I love your work <3

Also, I was wondering if you listen to Ariana Grand for at least her newest album cause “I wish I hated you” gives me failedmarriage!au with Patrick & I would love to see you bring that to life

no worries if you choose not to <3 love your work!!!

Hiii you're so so so kind I'm sending you lots of kisses! :33333 🫶🫶🫶🫶

I don't really listen to Ariana but took a look at the lyrics and get exactly what you mean! Failed marriage is one of the best angsty tropes that there is and I always eat that up. All the years spent together that crumbled into smithereens, and suddenly the bed next to you is empty.

Life without Patrick is so empty to you. Despite having to move on and continue going to work every day, as if nothing as happened, your days feel infinitely more boring, more meaningless. There's nobody waiting for you with a cup of warm tea and there is nobody you could wake and make dinner for. Nobody's watching the sports channel on TV and you don't have to race to the bathroom each morning because there is one who would spend half an hour applying the right amount of gel into their hair.

Nobody steals your blankets and hugs you when you're cold anymore. You haven't felt the touch of another person in weeks, aside from your overly friendly coworker who's always eager for a high five. Nobody has stroked your hair nor kissed you when you cried, clutching onto the last bits of your husband... Ex husband.

The sheets don't smell like him anymore, there's not a single clothing article of his in your wardrobe, aside from two pairs of sneakers that are too small his feet anyway, so he never asked you to send them his way. His coffee cup is gone too, the one you got him at a charity shop, with a little best husband written on the front side.

He generously allowed you to stay in the apartment, insisting he's rich enough to buy two more houses and saying he travels a lot anyway so it would be pointless if he kept the home you shared, only collected his personal belongings and left. All traces of him are gone, aside the two pairs of shoes, the printed pictures of you two that you had to hide into the depths of your closet (for your own sanity), a few pieces of jewellery and the other precious gifts, and, of course, the wedding ring now hidden in the drawer or your bedside table.

It would be stupid to claim you're over Patrick, because it's obvious you aren't. Your friends see it, your family sees it. They know you're fucking miserable, unable to function without that man by your side. And does anyone actually blame you? You two had been together for so many years, you were not only each other's partners but also best friends, supporters, lovers... You used to be each other's everything.

And what hurts the most is the absurd reason of your break up, the mutual understanding that you simply can't fulfilling whatever there was expected from this marriage. The mutual agreement of deciding to split ways because Patrick's career is at its peak and he doesn't have as much as time for you as he used to. Not that it ever made him love you less. Quite the contrary, he learned to savour each and every moment spent with you, each time he got to hold you in his arm and smell the vanilla shampoo from your hair.

But he knew that you were hurting, that you couldn't just take a month long break from your work and travel the world with him (even though he offered to provide for the both of you, confidently trying to convince you that he'd love nothing more than for you to be his stay at home life and just look pretty and cook for him). He knew you were missing him deeply, that you were - even when you claimed not to - jealous he'd find a prettier, wealthier and sexier woman and fall for her. Because he had the reputation of a ladies' men, and you knew what he was once like during high school. But despite all of that, he always remained loyal.

Patrick always wanted the best for you, even though you couldn't quite see it, and that is why he had to break up with you. Perhaps it was selfish, but he couldn't bear to see you like that. It broke his heart to hear you cry to him on the phone about how much you missed him, how much you wished he was next to you. And he could never give you all of that. He knew you should find somebody who could give you everything you need. Someone who wasn't him.

[orbitswritings]

human!jake sully/fem!human reader Neteyam fic is still in works, I just wanted to take a break and push myself to quickly write something in a few hours without worrying about beta readers. so here’s something really self-indulgent that i had kicking around in my brain. let me know if i should continue (i mean i do want to i just like hearing other people say it) synopsis: reader works as a pencil pusher for the RDA and finds herself in a relationship with human!Jake Sully. Their relationship is on the rocks when Jake suddenly becomes a traitor for the Na’vi, forgetting about reader. unfortunately, she’s left in a position where she cannot forget about him.

(feat. Jake the dog and reader the human) c/w warning: blink-and-you’ll-miss-it smut. and jake’s kinda an asshole for now

The last time you saw Jake was right before he turned traitor.

His visits with you were already getting more and more spared, spaced out as the months went on. In the beginning of his deployment to Pandora you two were nearly inseparable, literally, wrapped in a tangled mess of blankets in your private quarters.

You were just a pencil-pusher and file manager, tasked with handling the never-ending information and data from several departments of the RDA. One day when delivering a stack of legal papers to the lead scientist Grace, the man seated in a wheelchair next to her, named Jake Sully, took an immediate interest. You did as well, although yours was more based on wanting to know why a buff marine guy in a wheelchair was doing around the other nerdy scientists. Jake’s was more coming from below the belt.

One night while laying in bed together after a session of sex, your hand aimlessly began running up and down his arms. His biceps used to be the size of your head, now he looked frail, malnourished. His body was practically wasting away. Jake now had been at least two months into his whole Na’vi thing. Yet you didn’t know any details since he was pretty tight-lipped about it all.

“Are you getting enough rest? Do you eat enough?” You asked with concern, stroking the hair out of his sweaty face. Jake had initially arrived on Pandora with the traditional military buzzcut, but now his hair had grown out, further adding to his ragged, disheveled appearance. “If not, I can write up a document for the food storage guys to give mor-” Jake just shrugged you off, turning away from you with a grunt of “mh fine.”

You’d later realize Jake was just using you to empty out all the cum and sexual frustration he would build up while gone. Word among the staff was the female Na’vi he’d been frolicking around with over the course of the few months was proving to be a tease. Unable to stomach thinking about what he was getting up to, you instead threw yourself into your work, trying to ignore the horrendous thoughts that clouded your mind.

You wish you had the guts to confront him on what would ultimately end up being your last night together, but you were just too lonely and so happy to see him after such a long time apart that you kept your mouth shut and legs open. All to just save the moment. Next time, though, you told yourself you would confront him.

That next time never came. In that time Jake Sully and his crew knocked over the chess board, turned traitor and proceeded to fuck over everyone. The plug on the whole operation was pulled, sending everyone packing onto their ships. Well, everyone except a few of his other human allies . . . . and you.

Not that he specifically asked for you to stay on Pandora. In fact you were sure he never even gave you a thought. What happened was when all the humans were being rounded up, you managed to slip off, going into hiding. There was a small, abandoned outpost, its existence having falling out of everyone else’s minds except yours, only being known by you due to your various dealings with files. It was similar to the one Jake and his gang had been stationed to in the Himalayan mountains, difference being luck for you it was within a day of hiking distance. There, you had everything you needed (for the time being). Filtered air, canned foods, jugs of water.

But why not go with the other humans? Being put into a tube of jelly for another five years and sent back to a dying planet with your sizable paycheck waiting for you in the mail was still miles better than sitting alone in some rundown old trailer on an alien planet where everything and anything can and will kill you, all the while slowly picking away at your limited rations.

It was simple. You weren’t alone, and your growing waistline was ever so slowly revealing it. Apparently the very last time you and Jake saw each other he was kind enough to leave you with a little going away gift, entirely unbeknownst to the either of you. The cheap condoms the company supplied did have an expiration date wasn’t to be taken lightly, but Jake had been out playing Na’vi for so long he completely forgot to grab new ones.

It was a hard rule that babies couldn’t be put in cryo, and being pregnant while in cryo lacked a lot of research for any factual statements but generally it was advised to avoid it. At that point you weren’t far along at all so either you were going to be tubed, putting both you and your baby at risk, or be forced to terminate.

Of course Jake couldn’t help you. He was too busy playing blue outlaw cowboy, rounding up the remaining RDA humans to ship them back to Earth.

But now, supplies were running low, and you knew this whole ‘pregnant while solo’ thing wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. Carrying was already hard enough. Giving birth alone was more of a horror movie plot than something you actually wanted to try out for yourself. So, you made the decision to finally bite the bullet, hook up the radio, and put out a signal to the other remaining scientists.

That same night you got a response back, the scientists on the other end both very surprised that another human was still on Pandora. They already knew you and so conclude you weren’t a die-hard RDA fan, making you not a threat to their operation. In the end, a helicopter was sent your way.

You were so grateful and relieved they agreed to come get you, you just wished they had told you Norm was going to be in his avatar form when picking you up. You nearly pissed your pants from the shock and blood-chilling fear that coursed through you when a gigantic blue alien suddenly appeared, peeking through your window.

The bump of your stomach acted as an elephant in the room, everyone on the helicopter doing their best to avoid looking directly at it as if doing so would cause permanent vision damage.

It wasn’t like they knew it was Jake’s, believing you two had ended your little fling long before the possible frame of conception, so that awkward topic was luckily avoided. Of course not all hard topics were off limits. They still asked you why you were here on Pandora, the unsubtle hint being they thought they had successfully chased out all the other dirty greedy humans from their prized forest playground. You were honest and gave them your reasoning, hoping it would squash any fears of other RDA agents lurking out there. They nodded in quiet understanding. You wanted to ask about Jake, how he was, but the fear of it possibly raising any sort of questions made you bite your tongue.

[snackleggg]

I feel like we moved on from the fact that Shiro's consciousness was stuck in the Black Lion for months a little too fast.

Like, I've seen people joke that it was the only period of time where Shiro got a break, but like he didn't. It must have been like purgatory for him if you think about it.

Imagine, one second you're defeating the biggest evil in the universe, the next you're dead but your mind was stored inside the ship you were piloting when you died but because your body evaporated your team has no idea that you're dead. So over the next few weeks you are forced to watch them slowly fall apart without you, watch your brother feel abandoned and alone all over again. Then they start pulling themselves together, your brother is the new leader and everything looks like its going to be fine without you.

Then some guy who looks identical to you and has all your memories shows up out of nowhere and you're like "duh, clone" but your team doesn't know that because they still don't have confirmation you are dead. So they think its you. Then your brother, who was doing a great job settling into his role as leader, fuck off to who knows where, you don't know because all the information you can get is limited to what happens around the ship you're stuck in. Then the clone takes over as leader. The team doesn't even talk about your brother anymore.

Things start going down hill and you are trying so hard to warn your team but you can't do shit because you are a consciousness trapped in a space ship! The clone starts acting weird and you're scared, scared because the team trusts you so much which means they trust this clone and you have to watch a twisted version of yourself slowly tear them apart.

There's a new emperor?? And another comet?? And things keep happening and you just feel useless because there's absolutely nothing you can do to help. Then everything comes to a head, your brother comes back looking older than he should be and you find out the clone has finally gone rogue and oh! Also that new emperor guy is evil too.

You are once again forced to simply sit back and watch as your brother chases desperately after who he thinks is you. Following the clone even into an obvious trap. Then you're alone because he goes on without the ship and you're stuck in the ship so you can't follow.

Then the whole place starts falling apart. There's a laser that's tearing this random space base apart and your brother is still not back and the ship, that also has a connection to your brother, is getting antsy because it can feel how distressed your brother is.

You can't sit by any longer. You have to move. You have to do something. Your brother is in danger and he's alone with a threat and no back up and you need to do something.

The ship goes after him. He's falling, falling to what would be his death holding onto the body that looks identical to yours and the ship catches him. You catch him. You talk to him, for the first time in months you're no longer forced to be a passive observer. He goes back to the real world and you hope he can make it back to the others in time. He's able to use abilities of the ship you didn't even know it had and you are so proud and you watch as your team take down the strongest foe they've faced yet.

You think, for the first time in months, that existing like this isn't so bad if you get to see your team like this.

The clone is still around, it's body barely alive.

Your team finds out what happened to you and they are distraught. Then the alien princess you are friends with does something. You're not sure what she does but suddenly you're yanked out of the ship and everything goes dark and you think "is this death? Am I finally leaving?".

Then you wake up and breath and you're alive and your brother is there and the rest of the team and everything is okay again.

This man needs so much therapy.

[nonbinaryeggrolls]

Battle of the Larynx IV

Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4

Synopsis: Having Spider-Man as a boyfriend was becoming increasingly more difficult, and his reoccurring absence is tearing you apart

Warnings: SMUT (rough v & p penetration, use of the term “daddy”, oral f receiving, praise, degradation, breeding kink, unprotected sex,) ANGST to fluff to smut, self destructive Miguel, Wholesome Peter!, Y/N doesn’t get preggy let’s just imagine she’s on birth control, WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT BABES!

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Spider society was bigger than you thought it’d be, SOOOO much bigger. Its 10x bigger than your university was. You and Peter walked silently down the empty halls

Peter: “Lyla you there?”, a woman in all white appeared on his watch greeting Peter, “Is he up there?” He asked

Lyla: “Yeah, he’s been up there for a while.” She responded, “Someone should go talk to him…”

Peter: “Thats all you kid, he’s in the only room on the top floor.” He smiled at you and you pulled him into a soft hug, thanking him for bringing you here.

His floor was quiet and a complete mess. Wires sparking all over the place from being ripped out the wall, desks broken in half and holes punched into the wall; but in the middle of all the wreckage you saw him in the middle of the room with his back turned away.

Y/N: “Miguel?”

Miguel: “…Y/N.” He looked broken when looked back at you, his eye bags were bigger than usual and he was downing countless boxes of empanadas that he had gotten from the cafeteria

Y/N: “Miguel stop you’re going to give yourself stomach cramps.” You ran over and sat down beside him, pushing the boxes of food away so you could sit beside him. You used the sleeve of your sweater and wiped away at the grease and crumbs that were littered all over his face. He kept opening his mouth to say something but no words managed to form, “Talk to me Miggy.”

He crumbled at the sound of his nickname, he didn’t know how much he missed hearing those two syllables until they finally left your lips. Tears started to fall down his cheek and soak your sleeve.

Miguel: “Did you…did you have sex with him?” He finally asked. At first you were confused and thought he actually wondered if he thought you and Peter had sex, but then your eyes widened and realized who he was talking about, “I was just trying to make sure you got home safe, a-and I saw the two of you. God I’m so sorry I pushed you away Y/N, I’m sorry I know I pushed you right to him but please just tell if you—

Y/N: “I’d never. I pushed him away.” He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. All night he couldn’t get the thought out of his mind; of another man giving you pleasure, making you scream, you moaning a name that wasn’t his. It destroyed him knowing how close he was to losing you to someone else

Miguel: “I’m so s—

Y/N: “I forgive you Miguel.” You said pulling him into hug and allowing him to rest on your chest, “I’m not mad anymore. I understand, you’re a really really complicated person but I know you love me. I know you regret the choices you’ve made these last few months you showed that when you opened up to me. That’s all I needed Miggy, was for you to open up to me and not leave me in the dark like you did every time before. I need you to let me be there for you like I need you to be there for me.” You rocked him back and forth and slowly you felt his breathing calm and his arms wrap tightly around your waist.

Miguel: “I’m so sorry for what I did…I don’t wanna hurt you like this ever again.”

Y/N: “You better not or I’ll have to fucking kill you”

You both giggled and he looked up at you through his puffy red eyes. Miguel draws you in closer and his smooth lips find yours in a passionate long awaited kiss. It’s soft and gentle then suddenly becomes desperate and feral. That warm sensation that you had once forgotten rushed through every corner of your body. You felt your body move on its own and start rocking against his thigh. He moves down to your neck and his breath on your skin makes you shiver

Miguel: “Can I take you home? Please cariño?” He begs and caresses your nipple with the pad of his thum

Y/N: “God yes. Please I want you so bad Miggy…

Miguel practically broke the door down to get into your bedroom, acting like a wild animal gnawing and prying at your baggy clothes. He craved you, it’d had been so long since he knew the warmth of your walls clenching around his cock

His suit disintegrated leaving him in his boxers that showed the outline of his erection and his toned structure. It leaves you hazy with desire. Fuck you missed it so badly, you felt a wetness soak your shorts just at the sight of him.

Miguel: “You’re so beautiful Y/N…so fucking prefect.”

Slowly, he kisses you starting at your lips, then to your neck, and down to your chest. Whispered praises leave his lips with every each kiss he lays on your body. However these ones felt different than all the other times, they felt desperate and needy. As if he was afraid that if he stopped now he’s never get the chance again

Miguel: “I don’t know what I’d do without you…I love you so much, I wanna love you for as long as I can. For as long as you’ll let me…” He lays one final kiss on your lips and presses your body up against his broad chest

Y/N: “Miggy please…” you moaned

Miguel: “What do you want baby? use your words.” He wrapped a firm grip onto your hair and pulled, exposing your neck even more and once again latching his lips on

Y/N: “Please, fuck me already!”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to draw this out as long has he could, make it meaningful, but seeing you in his shirt and those skimpy little rib knit shorts that hugged your ass so well made his member leak and throb

Miguel grabs you by your waist roughly before pushing your back onto the soft mattress. As he spreads your legs apart he palms himself and examines the dampness that is showing through your shorts. He hooks one finger on each side and slides them down revealing your slick pussy

Miguel: “No panties baby? You knew i was gonna fuck you this whole time didn’t you?”

Y/N: “No i didn— OH FUCK!” you screamed at the sensation of his tongue entering your heat and darted at a delicious speed

He ate like he was starving. His lips latched onto your clit, soon entering his ring and middle finger. The two curled and pressed against that spongy sweet spot repeatedly and you swore you saw stars

Miguel: “You taste so good baby, so fucking sweet. I missed this cunt so much.” He said between each lick on your clit.

With each passing moment you felt yourself grow closer and closer. The knot in your stomach grew tighter, god you were almost there

Y/N: “Fuck Miguel Im gonna cum. Fuck! please let me cum!” you pleaded and thrusted your pussy against his mouth

Miguel: “Shit cariño cum for me! Cum so I can rip you open with this dick!” He postponed his fingers into you

Y/N: “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”

With one last suck on your bud you feel the knot snap. Your eyes roll back and you spasm in his grasp as your orgasm hits you like a truck. Your legs tremble as you come down from your high. Miguel brings you into a sloppy and moist kiss mixed with both his saliva and your juices.

You feel his tip position at your entrance but a twinge of hesitation shows in his face

Y/N: “It’s okay Miguel, you can be rough with me. I want it to be just like before.” you say through heavy breathes

Miguel: “Are you sure?” He asks. You bring him into another kiss this time slower and deeper, grabbing onto his locks

Y/N: “Fuck me like you hate me.” you whisper in his ear

It was all the incentive he needed. He grips the meat of your thighs and rams his cock into your tight cunt, not caring if you needed time to adjust. Your cries go ignored as he bullied his dick into you at an unforgiving pace, each thrust making your walls cling to his girth.

The moans Miguel let out were downright pornographic and they filled the room. The room is filled with your combined screams, grunts, and the sound of your skin slapping against eachother

Miguel: “Oh my fucking god baby, you’re so fucking tight Aaagh! Look how fucking good your pretty little cunt is taking me. I SAID FUCKING LOOK AT ME WHEN I FUCK YOU!” he screamed and pulled you in by your throat extracting a loud whimper from you

You couldn’t stop squirming in his hold, his cock was hitting every spot so perfectly

Miguel: “Look at it baby, look at the mess you’re making.” You glanced down at where the two of you connected. Your essence mixing together with his and glazing his shaft. The milky ring that started to form at the base of his shaft made Miguel’s cock twitch

Y/N: “Your so big Miggy, you stretch me so good every fucking time. No one fucks me like you do!”

Suddenly Miguel flips you over and shoves your face into the mattress. You feel a hard slap against your ass, it brings out a moan so sexy Miguel felt as if he could cum right then and there.

Miguel: “Fucking right baby nobody fucks this pussy like I do.” He groans while shoving his cock back in side of you, “If he ever tries to touch you again I’ll rip out his throat.” He whispers in your ear, his new possessiveness made you absolutely feral

His strokes are different now, they’re slow and deep

Y/N: “Miggy I’m so close, I’m almost there!” You sniffled

Miguel: “Beg for it, or I’ll pull out and leave you here to finish yourself off.” He lied of course, he was too close to cumming to stop now but he wanted to here you cry for his release

Y/N: “Please daddy! I want to feel you pump my pussy full of your cum. Please give it to me!” You cried with tears brimming from your eyes. His eyes widened at your request, you had never asked him to cum inside you before

Miguel: “Good Girl. GOOD. FUCKING. GIRL.” He growled putting a harsh thrust between each word

Miguel: “Fuck…Uuugh Fuck baby! I’m so close, so fucking close. I’m gonna paint you with my seed ~fuck~. You want that cariño? Want me to fuck my babies into you? Take daddy’s cum like a good little slut. FUCKING TAKE IT!”

Y/N: “OH FUCK MIGGY!”, You clench around Miguel one last time as he pulls a violent orgasm from you

Miguel throws his head back letting out the most guttural moan you had ever heard from him and finally finishes inside you. His hips spasm and shake, refusing to move until he was sure you took ever drop of him. He stays hurried inside you for a few more seconds then eventually pulls out his softening member.

Your breathing settles and you feel Miguel lay down and pull you in next to him, it brings you so much peace hearing his heartbeat again. His hands loving rub down your back and strokes your shoulder blades, something Miguel regularly did if he thought he was a little too rough during sex. It was silent for the next few minutes, but not an uncomfortable one, one that allowed the two of you to enjoy each other’s warmth.

Miguel: “It feels so good to be back in a bed I can fit in, Peters twin size was terrible.” You both chuckled

Y/N: “Oh my god that must have been awful, I’m sorry no wonder you looked like you hadn’t slept in days.”

Miguel: “Don’t be, I did it to myself…I was kind of a dick.” He said and pulled your head into his chest

Miguel never wanted to stop feeling like this, he never wanted to stop feeling safe with you. He’d never forgive himself for how he treated you but he’d spend whatever time he had with you making it up to you. And he prayed to whatever God or presence that ruled over this world, that the canon wouldn’t take you from him. For the first time in a long time Miguel was truly, effortlessly happy.

Miguel: “You know you were never a replacement, right baby? I don’t need you to be anyone else but you.”

Y/N: “I know…I love you Miguel.”

Miguel: “I love you too Y/N, always.”