#like... can i just enjoy my breaks. please

[thirteenheavens]

can you please write about scoups being such a boob guy? i read your shua version it was really hot 😭

I need to feel them|| Choi Seungcheol

Notes: starting to write requests from the top now :)

Seungcheol walks into the room, his eyes immediately locking onto your chest. He's been thinking about your breasts all day, and now that he sees you, he can't control himself.

"Come here," he says, his voice low and husky. "I need to feel them." You walk over to him, and he pulls you into a passionate kiss, his hands immediately cupping your breasts through your shirt. He moans into the kiss, his fingers squeezing and kneading your flesh.

"I've been thinking about these all day," he murmurs, breaking the kiss to nuzzle your neck. "They're so perfect, so soft." He pushes your shirt up and over your head, leaving you in just your bra. His eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of you, his hands tracing the edges of the lace.

"You're so beautiful," he says, his fingers deftly unhooking your bra and tossing it aside. "I could play with these for hours." He bends down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently as his hand continues to play with the other one. You arch your back, moaning at the sensation, and Seungcheol groans against your skin.

"I could spend the rest of my life just doing this," he says, looking up at you with a possessive gleam in his eyes. "You're mine to touch, mine to worship." Seungcheol pulls away from your nipple with a wet pop and moves to the other one, giving it the same treatment. He sucks and licks and bites until it's hard and swollen, then moves back to the first one.

"I love how sensitive you are," he says, his hot breath against your skin sending shivers down your spine. "The way you moan when I touch you like this." He kneads your breasts together, creating a valley between them that he looks at with lust-filled eyes. "I want to see you covered in my cum," he says, his voice hoarse with desire. He suddenly pushes you onto the bed and climbs on top of you, his body covering yours. He takes both of your breasts in his hands and starts rubbing them against his cock, using them like they're his own personal toy.

"Look at you," he groans, his eyes fixed on the sight of his cock sliding between your breasts. "You're such a good girl, letting me use you like this." You look up at Seungcheol, your eyes glazed over with pleasure as he continues to use your breasts. "Please," you moan, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need more."

Seungcheol smirks down at you, enjoying the way you're begging for him. "You're so needy," he says, his hips thrusting faster against your chest. "But I'm the one in control here." He slows down his movements, teasing you with long, deliberate strokes. "Beg for it," he commands, his eyes locked on yours. "Beg for me to give you what you want."

"Please, Seungcheol," you moan, your voice trembling with need. "I need to feel you cum on me. Use my breasts, make me yours." Seungcheol's eyes flash with excitement at your words, and he speeds up his movements again, his cock throbbing against your skin. "That's it, baby," he groans. "Keep begging for me." He reaches down and tweaks your nipples, adding to the pleasure as he chases his own release. "I'm going to cover these beautiful tits with my cum," he says through gritted teeth. "And you're going to love it."

He thrusts harder, his cock twitching as he gets closer to the edge. He finally releases, his hot seed spilling all over your breasts and neck. Seungcheol throws his head back, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he cums all over your chest. He rides out his orgasm, his body shuddering with pleasure as he paints your skin with his seed.

"Fuck," he gasps, opening his eyes to look at the mess he's made. "You look so good like this. Covered in my cum." He leans down and kisses you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as he tastes himself on your lips. "You're mine," he whispers, his hands roaming over your cum-covered breasts. "And I'm never going to let you forget it."

[prettydaisygirl]

can you do a part 2 about the bf james and peter story? maybe james ghosts her and she runs into remus one day, tells him what happened and he goes back and tells james

Just for you, love! This one turned out way longer than I thought it would, haha! Hope you enjoy <3

(ex)boyfriend!James Potter x fem!reader who finally talk about Peter ✿ 1.7k words

cw: fem reader, break up, Peter is the worst, Remus is the best, angst with a happy ending

james potter masterlist

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please read part 1 here

You hate breakups.

Not that you’re entirely sure that is what is going on, but you haven’t heard from James in three weeks. That has to mean you’re broken up, right?

The first week, you’d held out hope that James might call you. Even though deep down you knew, when he’d kissed your hair instead of your lips and Peter looked at you with that smirk… It was pointless to wait around, but you’d been hoping for an opportunity to explain yourself. To tell James that it’s Peter who was saying horrible things, not you. You were trying to defend him!

But the call never came.

So your days go by in a blur, aimless routines and rituals that keep your body occupied and alive while your brain and heart ache for him. Things aren’t the same without James’ bright smile and beautiful aura. Your home feels dull without the promise of his shoes by the door next to yours, or a goodnight kiss where neither of you really want to fall asleep. You miss him. 

The park is your only escape. The light on your skin and the breeze in your hair makes you feel lighter, even if it’s just for a moment. You let the excited dogs and giggling little kids make you happy. It’s enough to get you out of the house. Enough to keep you going. Enough to make sure your heart doesn’t fully shrivel up and die. 

It’s one of those days, the ones where you feel a bit lighter sitting at the park bench and letting your mind go, when you suddenly find that you aren’t alone.

“Hello.” You know that voice. The smooth, honeyed tone you know to belong to James’ friend, Remus. 

“Remus,” You greet him with a smile that doesn’t entirely reach your eyes, “How are you?”

“I’m alright, love. But I’m more interested in how you’re doing. You look…” Remus’ words trail off but you can think of a million different ways he could end that sentence: bad, tired, upset, broken, etc.

“I’m… alive.” You decide on, but the words sound empty even to you. Remus eyes you, clearly deep in thought. 

“It was Peter, wasn’t it?” He asks the question like he already knows the answer. His words surprise you, head turning and brow raising, especially when he continues. “Peter said something that made you upset.”

You nod, throat tightening as you remember that horrible dinner all those nights ago. Your fingers pick at the wood of the park bench, your shoulders sagging.

“Peter is horrible.” You say, and you don’t care if you sound cruel, “From the moment I met him, I knew he was horrid. I know he’s your friend but you all let him say the most disgusting things about people. About each other!”

“What did he say?” Remus asks, and when you turn with your mouth open ready to argue, ready for Remus to defend his friend, he doesn’t. His face is only open, understanding.

You wring your hands in your lap and purse your lips as you think about what you want to say. Remus sits in patient silence, giving you time without complaint.

“He asked me if I think James is obnoxious.” You start, and Remus’ brows raise just an inch on his forehead. But he doesn’t speak. “He told me that… James would be getting bored of me. That someone new would catch his eye and everything we had would just…” You look around the park, eyes scanning everything without really seeing. You just will yourself not to cry. 

“I mean, I guess he was right? James and I haven’t talked in three weeks, he won’t even respond to my texts.”

Remus nods slowly, and your heart sinks a bit more. Maybe Remus agrees with Peter. Maybe he is just here to destroy your last bit of hope and put the final nail in the coffin.

“Peter and James have been friends since before I ever met either of them.” Remus says, finally, his voice cutting through the rest of the peaceful park sounds. “Peter has always been… for lack of a better term, a small man. James is larger than life, and Peter has always been jealous of him, even when we were young.”

“As boys, Peter would scare off anyone who wanted to be friends with James. It was only through Sirius’ stubbornness that he managed to break through them and become a part of the group. And Peter only allowed it if he was there too. I came along a bit later.”

“But even in our group of four, it was obvious that James is Peter’s best friend. He would get… antsy if we ever spent time together without him. It’s gotten better now as we’ve gotten older but it seems as though Peter has shifted his attention.” 

“What are you saying?” Your voice cuts through Remus’, eyes wide and your body turned almost fully toward him at this point.

“I’m saying you aren’t the first girlfriend of James’ that Peter has gotten rid of.” Remus runs a hand through his hair and sighs heavily, face turning serious. “I should’ve known he was going to do this.”

The two of you sit in silence for a while, a mutual anger bubbling in the air around you both.

“Has he said anything?” You ask finally, your voice weaker than you’d like it to be. “James, I mean.”

“Oh, he’s devastated.” Remus’ voice is thick with emotion and his face morphs into obvious frustration, “The man is so in love with you.”

“Then why-” It’s like Remus can read your mind, he answers before you can even get the words out of your mouth.

“James loves Peter like a brother. Peter has been by James’ side since before the two of them were in diapers. I think… I think James doesn’t want to see what Peter is doing. He wants Peter to be good but…” Remus’ voice trails off again and you find your stomach churning.

“I love James.” You say, and you’ve never said anything truer in your life. “I just want him to be happy.”

“You both deserve to be happy. I’ll talk to him.” Remus says, and he continues to speak before you can open your mouth to argue, “I mean it. Then, if he doesn’t want to be with you, we’ll know. But he does. And you both deserve to be happy together.”

“Thank you, Remus.” You say, and you hate the way hope creeps back into your soul.

But four days pass after your conversation with Remus, and you still don’t hear from James.

It’s been devastating, almost worse this time, like breaking up all over again. You really tried not to get your hopes up when you spoke with Remus, but you can’t help it. All you want is James back.

You’re in an old t-shirt and putting a frozen meal in the oven when there’s a knock at the door. You groan, moving through the living room to the front door and you open it. 

Your heart stops when you see James’ face. He looks… dull. Not that bright, bubbly ray of human sunshine he always is.

“Jamie.” His name leaves your lips as a breath of relief and also a cry of pain.

“I’m sorry,” He says, and his voice is just as strained and pained as your own. “Remus told me about what you said. About what Peter said…”

You lean against the front door a bit, letting it hold some of your weight since you don’t trust yourself to stand fully on your own at the moment. You watch James, heart pounding in your chest. You’re sure it’s loud enough that he can hear it too. 

“I tried to tell you, but you all just left.” You say, and your eyes burn as the emotions resurface. “And you never called. I just wanted to explain…”

“I know.” James’ eyes squeeze shut and you feel your heart squeeze too. “I know, I’m sorry. I thought Peter was my friend…”

“Friends don’t talk about each other like that.” You step out onto the porch, standing in front of James. You miss being close to him, even just like this.

“No. They don’t.” James agrees, and you find yourself wanting to reach out and touch him. He seems to read your mind, placing a hand on the side of your neck and placing his forehead on yours. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You say, your voice cracking at the end. “I don’t want to break up.”

“I don’t either.” James agrees softly and it’s like you can feel the broken parts of yourself start to let him put you back together. 

“What about Peter?” You ask, pulling back enough to look into his eyes. You’re worried this is too good to be true. 

“I’m done with Peter.” James shakes his head, his curls swinging in front of his forehead as he moves with vigor, “I confronted him about what happened after I talked with Remus. And he admitted everything! He bragged about it, he said he thought he was helping me out because he thinks you aren’t good enough for me.” James rolls his eyes, but you can still see the emotional turmoil he must be going through.

You pull him close, your two bodies fitting together like the pieces of a puzzle, reuniting after weeks apart. 

“I’m sorry.” You say. “I know you love him.”

“I love you.” James says, and presses a kiss to the side of your head. “I’m sorry I believed Peter.”

“I’m sorry he wasn’t a good friend to you, Jamie.” Your voice is muffled as you bury your face in his neck. His scent is comforting, soothing the ache of weeks without him. You squeeze him a bit tighter.

And this time, you’re not letting go.

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© prettydaisygirl

[five-thirtyfive]

“not a lot, just forever”

plot summary: the pair break up six months into paige’s rookie year and azzi’s final year at uconn. this is the story of how everything falls apart before they find their way back home.

authors note: okay this may or may not turn into a series depending on if people like it + my motivation. let’s see. please let me know if you actually enjoy reading this or i may assume i am just speaking to the void which is kind of embarrassing anyways hahah

PART ONE - PAIGE.

they break up on an uncharacteristically humid and rainy afternoon in September, exactly six months after they started living one thousand seven hundred miles apart. paige feels like her heart is being ripped out of her chest and it doesn’t matter that she had heard the warnings before, that long distance is hard and that its impossible to make it work when you’re young..she always figured they were the exception - Paige and Azzi- and their incredible love story. she can barely believe it, that they could make it work at sixteen, two naive girls who barely knew what love meant but wanted it enough to start their first ever relationship hundreds of miles apart, but failed so horrifically at twenty three.

it’s really bad honestly, an amalgamation of missed texts turning into missed facetimes and small arguments turning into big fights, until paige realises that azzi’s flown to dallas exactly three times since pre-season, and all three times, had ended in some kind of apology from either one of them. it comes to a standstill with azzi lingering on paige’s doorstep, carrying a bag of her own clothes she'd never even unpacked (despite her usually never bringing her own clothes when near paige’s wardrobe….paige thinks in hindsight that azzi bringing her own clothes was maybe a sign, azzi’s subconscious telling her that this time, she is done). there’s tears and yelling and it's almost unbelievable, because they never yell, at least never at each other. they hurl foreign grenades they don’t mean (at least, paige knows she doesn’t mean the awful things spewing from her mouth, but she can’t seem to stop it happening anyway) and it’s the bloodbath that never ends, going and going and going until finally, azzi’s slamming the door and storming out of paige’s shitty dallas apartment.

it feels final, the way it rattles and echoes, before the apartment is completely silent. azzi’s soft giggle, her feigned annoyance at paige’s antics, her uninhibited moans that once filled every inch of the space a ghost of the past. she’s gone and it’s over. they’ve had fights, of course. you can’t spend 8 years together and not have them. but every time, they’ve communicated, worked it out and come back stronger. looking back, paige knows that it wasn’t like this - those were the trial runs, and this is the real fucking deal.

paige just sort of collapses right there in her hallway, crumpling into a ball on the wooden floorboard as she cries and cries and cries, the tears streaming down her face echoing the relentless rain pouring outside. she thinks about speaking to God for solace, the way she always does, but she’s realises that she can’t. she realises that she’s angry at Him, so angry she can’t even feel Him. she looks for God, but the sky is empty. it almost breaks her. it sets her tears off all over again.

it’s embarrassing and pathetic and awful yet paige can’t find it in herself to care, not even when she hears the faint buzzing coming from her right pocket, her mum facetiming her. she’s unsure how much time has passed, seconds or minutes or hours or days, as she answers the call.

“paige, i’m just got a text from azzi asking me to tell you she’s at the airport, what’s going-” amy stops when she sees paige, tears streaming down her face that she can’t be bothered to wipe off. amy takes one look and blanches - she knows, of course she knowns. theres only one thing in the world it could be, one thing that could break paige so completely, and for not the first time she placates and placates and curses herself for being so far away from her daughter. her baby girl who looks as if in physical pain, wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to keep her heart inside her chest.

“paige? tell me whats wrong sweetie?” she sounds like she is trying to stay calm but her voice has a frantic edge to it and paige knows she must be in a state for her mum to sound like that.

“its…i… we-” and that’s all she can get out because how does she explain that she and azzi are over? the love of her life, her other half for the better part of a decade has left and isn’t coming back.

“okay, it’s okay sweetheart, we don’t have to talk about it, alright? let's get up and maybe go to bed, whatever it is, it’ll be okay.”

that just sets paige off all over again, making her cry harder, because it is categorically not okay, it will never be okay, and there is nothing she can do or anything her mum can say to make it okay. amy watches over a feeble iphone screen as her eldest daughter makes it to her bed, curling into the corner and pulling the blanket (that she had bought specifically for azzi’s visits, knowing the girl is immune to the texan heat) over herself. it makes it hurt more, to smell her on the fabric that they were wrapped up in together not even twenty four hours ago, watching love island and judging the terrible relationships and even more terrible breakups. she does it anyway.

tears are still running down paige’s cheeks but they’re silent now, the sobs ebbing into hiccups and she thinks she must have been crying in the hall for a long time because she’s exhausted all of a sudden.

“you’re okay sweetheart” her mum says, and paige hears her voice full of relief. she feels bad in some corner of her mind that isn’t filled with azzi, azzi, azzi, for scaring her. 

paige gulps, knows she needs to rip the bandaid off, claw it off her skin, and it's with that that she clears her throat and then just spits the words out, fast and broken “me and azzi have split up.”

and there it is, the truth, out in the open. the thing paige swore would never happen, the thing she brushed off every time someone told her that teenage love doesn't last. it feels impossible, but it’s not and now her mum knows and she doesn’t even have an explanation to give her.

“paige… i can’t - are you sure?” amy asks, stunned, even though she knew, like it was the last thing she’d expected her to say.

“yes mum i’m pretty fucking sure” paige says, angry and hurt, furious with herself, with azzi, with god, with the whole fucking world. 

“it’s just…you two always sort these things out…”

she knows her mum means well, that she loves azzi like she’s her own daughter, but hearing this isn’t helping, because she was there, and it was different this time. the words ‘if im such an inconvenience, maybe we should just fucking end things!’ still ringing in her ears, azzi’s voice loud and resentful and then paige had lost it, devastated and furious that the words had even come out of azzi’s mouth like they cost her nothing, and she had replied with ‘you know what, maybe we fucking should’ and that had been that, the words that cost her everything, the catalyst for them to shout every single hurt that has been building for months at each other.

“it’s over mum and i don’t want to talk about it okay. i just want to go to bed and be rested for practise” and cry some more without upsetting you is what she doesn’t say.

“okay okay, i’m sorry. try to get some rest okay? i'll call you tomorrow, maybe things will look better in the morning.”

after reassuming and re-reassuring her mum that she’ll be okay, she hangs up the phone. paige only takes a second to stare at the find my app, her eyes boring into azzi’s location at dallas airport as if she willing to reach her, send her a telepathic message that she loves her and that she's so sorry and fuck, what were they even fighting about. but she too far away, untouchable in the encasings built by resentments of months past, and paige can do nothing but turn her phone off, knowing that in a moment, her teammates would be blowing up her phone, having received a frantic message from her mum to check on her.

she’s not in the mood to see anyone, can barely fathom leaving this bed and this blanket and azzi’s smell. she looks around and my god she's fucking everywhere, a hoodie of hers she’s forgotten (well really it was paige’s, but after multiple back and forth they’d lost track of who it actually belonged to) strewed on her chair, her empty coffee mug on the bedside table, beside a vibrator paige had only bought a few days ago, anticipating azzi’s visit. it feels insane that they had sex today, that in less than twenty four hours their entire eight year relationship has imploded before her eyes. a third of her life just gone.

she quickly opens her bedside drawer and pushes the mug with half drunk contents, along with the unwashed vibrator into it. its disgusting but she simply cannot look or do anything else, thinks ‘i’ll deal with that tomorrow’, before she burrows herself further into the duvet, and starts to cry again. she’ll wake up tomorrow, and clean her room, and go to training, and pretend to care about her last regular game for the season but for right now, she drowns herself completely in the smell of azzi’s perfume and her own misery.

[gingiesworld]

Villa Getaway

Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

AN: Reader has a penis. She/her pronouns used. Also contains smut. It has also been a while since I have wrote smut so it might not entirely be my best work

Word count: 3.9k

18+ MINORS DNI

Requested @babybluewoso

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Y/N walked in the bedroom, finding Lizzie running around and packing, making sure they had everything they needed. Y/N leaned on the doorframe, her eyes never leaving Lizzie's busy form.

"I'm sure we already have everything packed, love." Y/N spoke up, Lizzie's eyes soon darting to her direction.

"It doesn't hurt to check." She stated, resting her hands on her hips and tilting her head. "And I know you, you're always last minute packing and that's why you have me.

"And I am extremely lucky." Y/N told her with a crooked smile as she stepped closer, her hands reaching to take Lizzie's in hers, kissing each knuckle as Lizzie's eyes softened, her chest warm. "I love you so much." She whispered, looking into Lizzie's eyes as she kept her hands in her own.

"I love you too." She whispered, closing her eyes as Y/N kissed her softly. "Now, go and shower because I am not sitting on a flight with a sweaty you for hours." Y/N smirked as she pulled Lizzie closer.

"You could always join me." She lowered her voice, Lizzie almost folded before she put her hands on Y/N's chest, shaking her head.

"You go and shower, I'll make sure everything is set before we go." She told her sternly, patting her chest. "And then I shall shower before we order our taxi." With that, she stepped away from Y/N, moving towards their closet as Y/N couldn't help but smile as she made her own way into the bathroom.

Once Lizzie had finally finished packing, their passports and flight tickets on hand ready. She jumped slightly as she heard the bathroom door open. Turning to find Y/N stood with her hair damp in just a sports bra and boxers as she finished towel drying her hair.

"So, is everything set?" Y/N asked with a smirk, watching as Lizzie's eyes remained on her toned stomach.

"Mhm, yeah. Yes." She nodded, her lip between her teeth as her eyes met Y/N's.

"Well, I think you should shower so we can make our flight." Y/N told her, stepping towards the closet to get her clothes. Lizzie groaned, throwing her head back as she trudged to the bathroom. Even as the years have gone by, Y/N still has an effect on her. Whilst Lizzie was finishing up after her shower, Y/N had already carried their luggage down to the door, their passports and tickets in her carry-on.

"The taxi's on its way." Lizzie informed her as she walked down the stairs, wearing one of Y/N's hoodies and joggers, although she had the roll up the hem as Y/N is over half a foot taller.

"You ready for your break?" Y/N asked her, a gentle smile on her face.

"I am." Lizzie sighed, resting her forehead against Y/N's chest. "And I can't wait for plenty of time with you, I have missed you." She whispered, her arms wrapping around Y/N's torso. "It's nice to be in the same country, at the same time."

"I know." Y/N spoke softly, her hands rubbing softly up Lizzie's back. "I have hated not being near you, it's like I was missing a piece of me." She pressed a kiss on top of her head. "And it would be nice to see our family and spend time with them." Lizzie smiled brightly, keeping her head in place as she looked up at Y/N, a sparkle in her eyes. Before she could react, the taxi announced it's arrival, Y/N taking the luggage as Lizzie locked the door behind them.

The two had decided to book a Villa in Greece, somewhere for everyone to enjoy the relaxation away from their everyday life.

Once they had arrived, both of their families were already there, as soon as the two stepped inside the villa, Y/N was quickly tackled into a hug by their nephew.

"Aunt Y/N!" He squealed excitedly, Lizzie couldn't help but smile as the two interacted. "There's a pool!"

"There is?" Y/N questioned, sharing his enthusiasm.

"Yeah! It's big!" He told her, using his arms for emphasis. "Can we go swimming?"

"Of course we can, but not just yet as Aunty Lizzie and I need to get settled in first." Y/N told him, he just nodded before he disappeared further into the villa.

"Come on." Lizzie said as she grabbed her hand. "Let's go and get settled before my brother turns up and takes you away from me." Y/N smiled as she let her guide her to their bedroom. Once the door had closed behind them, they dropped their bags down on the floor at the foot of the bed.

"You know, this is perfect." Y/N whispered, wrapping her arms around Lizzie's waist, pulling her into them.

"What?" Lizzie breathed out, her arms resting on Y/N's shoulders as she played with the baby hairs on the back of her neck.

"Being here, with you and our family." Y/N answered her truthfully. "It's the perfect break from our hectic lives."

"Yeah, it is kind of perfect." Lizzie whispered, her eyes glancing at Y/N's lips which had formed into a smile. Before they could connect their lips, there was a knock on their door.

"Dinner's ready." Mary-Kate informed them, peaking her head through the door. "Mom made her famous lasagna."

"Really?!" Y/N questioned excitedly, Lizzie shook her head at her girlfriend. "Okay, just let us get washed up and we'll be right down." Y/N told her, stepping away from Lizzie and picking up their bags.

"Seriously? You're excited about my mom's lasagna?" Lizzie questioned, raising her brow as Y/N nodded, grabbing some fresh clothes out of her bag. "What about mine? Is it better than mine?"

"I feel as though this could be a trap." She spoke nervously, watching as Lizzie waited for a real answer.

"Well?" Lizzie pressed on, Y/N's grip on her clothes in her hand tightened.

"I guess it's different." Y/N told her. "You like to follow the recipe and your mom wings it. I guess it's nice to have a meal that isn't trying to be perfect."

"So my cooking is too perfect?" Lizzie pressed on, watching as Y/N looked towards the her and the door.

"No." Y/N tried, figuring out the right words to say. "You love trying to make new dishes, you love your cook books and I love it when you cook, I love trying the new things you make, but your mom's is more traditional, I guess." Lizzie fought the smile that was threatening to form as she watched Y/N shuffle nervously in her spot.

"Get washed up." Lizzie told her softly. "I'll be downstairs." Y/N nodded as Lizzie turned around and left the room. She soon entered the kitchen, the conversations from the others. Dinner went by smoothly, Lizzie's eyes kept finding Y/N who was lost in a conversation with Trent and her nephew. She couldn't help but feel something in her chest, she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

As the days went on, Y/N had spent a majority of her time with Trent and Tyler. Barely spending time with her girlfriend. Lizzie watched as the three of them were playing a videogame, the two teaching Tyler how to play Gears of War. Soon deciding to join the twins and Y/N's older sister beside the pool.

"So, Y/N is with Trent and Tyler." Ashley stated, watching Lizzie through her sunglasses.

"They're just playing videogames." Lizzie waved them off, leaning back into her sunlounger before she groaned loudly. "I just want her to spend some time with me."

"She will." Jess told her softly. "Trent and Y/N are like best friends, and they haven't really seen each other since Y/N has been playing for Barcelona and the international training is going to start soon."

"I know, but I guess since the two of us haven't really been in the same country for a while." Lizzie started, sighing as she looked up at the sky. "I guess I just miss her, and seeing how she is with Tyler isn't helping either."

"Someone's broody." MK chuckled, Ashley and Jess both sharing a smile as Lizzie scoffed, glaring at her older sister.

"No." Lizzie stuttered, trying to find a way out of this conversation. "Besides, we have only been together a couple of years, it's too soon to think like that and I don't even know if she wants kids either."

"Well, maybe that is a conversation the two of you should have, especially since the two of you are meant to be." Jess told her. "And I know that she wants the same things as you." Before the conversation could continue, Y/N, Trent and Tyler all came running out. Lizzie watched as Y/N jumped in the pool, her lip between her teeth as she watched Y/N climb back out of the pool, her shorts sticking to her as water droplets rolled down her abs.

"You know, if I had met her first, I would have definitely tied her down." MK teased, Lizzie's eyes snapped to her as the sound of laughter from the three in the pool faded into the background.

"I think you need some alone time." Y/N's mom stated as she stood behind Lizzie, watching her daughter play in the pool with Tyler. "I know there is a restaurant we haven't really tried out, we should go their for dinner tonight." She suggested, the three girls nodded in agreement as Lizzie's eyes went back to her girlfriend. "Then you two can have some uninterrupted quality time." With that she headed back inside, leaving the girls as Tyler's screams and laughter filled the air.

"See, you'll get your alone time." Ashley teased, wriggling her brows as the girls burst into laughter. As the afternoon wore on, everyone was ready to head out for dinner.

"So, where are we going?" Y/N asked her mom as she entered the living room.

"We are going to try this new restaurant." She told her. "But you are going to stay here with Lizzie, you two need to spend some time together."

"I have spent time with her." Y/N retorted, not knowing Lizzie was stood behind her.

"No, you haven't." She scolded. "And if you see a future were she is your wife, then you need to act fast and put a god damn ring on her finger because she is an amazing woman and you are damn lucky to have her by your side."

"I do plan on a future with her." Y/N told her. "I'm still looking for the perfect ring and I'm still trying to find the right moment to ask her."

"There is no such thing as the perfect moment." She told her. "It doesn't really matter how or when you ask her, all that matters is the meaning behind this relationship." She patted Y/N's arm before stepping past her, heading out with the rest of them. Y/N turned around once the front door had closed, finding Lizzie already standing behind her.

"So, what are we going to do? Do you maybe want to cook some dinner since we've been abandoned by everyone?" Y/N asked her, playing with the ties on her shorts.

"No." Lizzie spoke firmly, stepping forward as the confidence radiated from her. "I have spent this whole week watching you hang out with my brother and our nephew, you have barely been with me other than when we are both tired."

"I'm sorry, I've missed them both." Y/N started as Lizzie just listened to her. "With work and training, and being on a different continent from them is hard."

"What about me?" Lizzie asked her. "Isn't it hard being away from me too?"

"It's the hardest." Y/N spoke honestly, stepping forward with caution. "You are the one person who I want to spend all of my time with, I want to spend my life with you, and I am grateful that your family has welcomed me in as one of their own." She reached out for Lizzie's hands. "I guess, I'm trying to make up for lost time with Tyler and Trent, but I haven't been focused on spending time with the one person who means the world to me." She moved her hands to cup her cheek, her thumb gently caressing the skin. "You, you are the one who means the world to me." Lizzie let out a shaky breath, closing her eyes for a moment before they snapped open, the sight of Y/N all week in her jogger shorts and fitted tank had made her weak. Without another word, she grabbed Y/N's hand, leading her through the villa towards their bedroom.

"I have had to watch you all week wearing those and seeing how you are with Tyler." She started, opening the bedroom door open, stepping aside as Y/N entered the room, watching as Lizzie closed it behind her, locking the door. "And all I can think about is you fucking me until I can't walk." Y/N watched as Lizzie stalked towards her, already removing her clothes, leaving her in her underwear as she approached Y/N, her fingers reaching under the hem of Y/N's tank top, nails scratching her skin. "I can't stop thinking about you, your fingers, your tongue." She continued as she started to rid Y/N of her clothes. "And I can't get enough of feeling you inside of me, stretching me out and filling me up." She leaned forward, pressing her body against Y/N's as her hand palmed over her boxers, gripping Y/N's already hardened cock. "Make me yours. I need you to make me yours." She spoke an octave lower, her hand reaching inside of Y/N's boxers, stroking her.

Y/N could barely handle it, snapping from her daze she pulled Lizzie in for a rough kiss, pushing her tongue past her lips, making her gasp as Y/N's hands travelled up her sides. Lizzie jolted slightly with a moan as Y/N's hands reached around and squeezed her ass, pulling her impossibly closer as her kisses moved down Lizzie's neck.

"Please." Lizzie whispered, her head tilted back as she kept herself balanced as she rested her hands on Y/N's shoulders. "I need you to touch me, make me cum." Y/N's hands ventured lower, dipping beneath the fabric of Lizzie's underwear, moving her hand to run between her cheeks, Lizzie's legs opened instinctively, gasping as Y/N's fingers ran through her folds, dipping her finger inside her already soaked cunt.

"Fuck, your so wet for me." Y/N husked out, biting down on Lizzie's neck, her teeth grazing the skin as she continued to thrust at a steady pace. "All for me." She leaned in, biting Lizzie's earlobe as she added a second finger, increasing her pace as Lizzie was becoming unable to talk.

"All yours." She whimpered, resting her forehead on Y/N's shoulders, a yelp leaving her mouth as Y/N's other hand connected with her cheek.

"All mine." Y/N growled, pulling her fingers out of her before she could fall over the edge. Y/N gripped Lizzie's jaw, forcing her eyes on her before guiding her lips to connect in a kiss, it was rough and a mess of teeth and tongue. "I want to see all of you." She whispered, her hand playing with Lizzie's bra strap before reaching behind her and undoing it, helping her pull it from her form. "I want to see you on the bed, legs spread with that pretty wet cunt on display for me." Lizzie let out a shaky breath as she watched Y/N fall to her knees, pulling her underwear down before guiding her to lay on the bed. Her legs wide open as she watched Y/N get undressed before moving to hover over her. Kissing her hard as her hand roamed over her body, kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples, smirking as she moved to closer, her hardened member running through her folds.

"Fuck." Lizzie gasped when Y/N's cock applied pressure to her clit. Y/N relished in how wet she was, closing her eyes as she continued to rub herself against her wet cunt, not giving Lizzie what she truly wants, well needs. "Please." She whispered, her hands wrapped around Y/N's shoulders, keeping her impossibly close. She soon moaned when Y/N unexpectedly slipped inside her, gripping harshly as Y/N started to thrust her hips. "Oh." Lizzie threw her head back on the pillow as Y/N moved her legs and rested them over her shoulders, able to hit another angle, grazing her g spot.

"Lizzie." Y/N gasped breathlessly, her forehead resting against Lizzie's. "Fuck you feel so good." She started to go harder and faster, feeling Lizzie getting closer to the edge. "Such a good slut for my cock."

"Y..your good, oohh slut." Lizzie tried to reply, her eyes closing as Y/N went harder, her grip on Lizzie's skin bound to leave bruises, but neither of them cared in that moment. "I..so close."

"Beg for it." Y/N growled, halting her movements. "I want to hear you beg."

"Please." Lizzie whimpered, trying to move her hips but Y/N's grip on her hips prevented her movements. "Please, I need to cum."

"You can do better than that." Y/N husked out, shifting slightly, teasing Lizzie as she moved.

"Please, I need it. I need to cum." Lizzie cried out. "Please let me cum. Please fill me up. I need it. I need to be yours." With that, something snapped within Y/N as she heard those words, snapping her hips harder and faster, moving her hands to pinch Lizzie's nipples, massaging her breasts as she increased her speed. The sound of skin slapping, Y/N grunting and Lizzie's moans filled the room. Her moans where getting louder and higher in pitch, signalling that she was getting closer. "Can I cum? Please can I cum?" Lizzie cried out, Y/N grunted as they went faster, the sweat beading upon both of their bodies.

"Cum with me, love." Y/N grunted, continue her movements as Lizzie soon came undone underneath her. Y/N soon followed by filling her up, slowing down her movements as the two soon calmed down. Y/N looked down at her, a smirk on her face. "Thankfully, you're on birth control."

Lizzie moved to cuddle into her once Y/N pulled out and laid beside her, her hands tracing patterns on Y/N's skin. Y/N glanced down at the woman in her arms, furrowed brows on her face.

"What's on your mind?" She asked, her fingers combing through Lizzie's hair.

"Do you ever think about having kids?" Lizzie started. "With me?" She finished barely above a whisper, not daring to meet Y/N's eyes.

"All of the time." Y/N confessed, a smile on her face as Lizzie looked up at her. "Of course when we are married and our careers have maybe calmed down a little." Y/N caressed Lizzie's cheek, gazing lovingly into her eyes. "I do want to build a family with you, maybe get a house in the suburbs. Somewhere with a big garden so our kids have plenty of room to grow."

"It sounds like you're referring to our future kids as plants." Lizzie smirked teasingly, Y/N rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance but a smile gave her away.

"I love you, Elizabeth." Y/N spoke softly, gazing intensely at her. "I will always love you." Lizzie reached up, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips as a smile broke out on her lips.

"I love you, Y/N, more than you will ever know." Lizzie whispered, resting her head on Y/N's shoulder, pressing a kiss on the skin. Y/N's arm pulled her in closer, closing her eyes in content. The two of them were exactly where they both wanted to be, in each others arms.

[itdontmatter283472374]

What are we?

Soooo… I’m new to this whole writing thing. I just had foot surgery and’m bored, so I figured I’d give this a shot. I’ve always liked Pazzi fics, so why not try writing one? I’m open to any advice you’ve got. And if I mess up any basketball terminology, feel free to call it out—I play soccer, so this isn’t exactly my area. 

“Az!” Paige called from down the hall of her best friend’s house.

COVID had ruined her senior year—playoffs: canceled. Graduation: canceled. The only thing that made the time bearable was getting to spend it with her best friend.

“Yes, Paige?” Azzi responded, trying not to sound annoyed. But no matter her tone, she could never truly be annoyed with Paige.

“Wanna go shoot some hoops?” Paige asked, a grin spreading across her face—one reserved only for Azzi.

“No… my knees have been bothering me,” Azzi said reluctantly, absentmindedly rubbing the scar on her leg.

Paige hesitated. “Come on, bro. Please?” Her grin lingered as she tried to read her friend’s face.

“It’s been hurting all week,” Azzi replied, pausing. “Actually… I’m about to head out with some friends. If that’s okay?”

She glanced at Paige, already knowing the answer wasn’t going to land well.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” Paige asked, taken aback.

“I forgot,” Azzi said quickly, her tone unintentionally sharp. She immediately softened. “I can stay back if you want.”

Paige shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I’m just gonna hang with Jose. It’s probably good for you to see them—it’s been a while.”

“You sure?” Azzi asked gently.

“Yeah. Have fun,” Paige replied, her voice low, almost emotionless. She turned and left the room quickly, not wanting to let the awkwardness stretch any longer.

Azzi stood there, the silence heavy between them—another layer added to the tension that had been building ever since Paige came to stay a month ago.

The weirdness between them wasn’t new. Paige had always been a little jealous of whoever Azzi spent time with—whether she admitted it or not. Colleen, one of Azzi’s closest friends, had picked up on it early, though she never pushed. She just chalked it up to how close the two girls were.

What Colleen didn’t know were the slip-ups—the near-moments—that Azzi and Paige had been having lately.

Still, Azzi walked out the front door and got into her friend’s car, choosing not to mention the earlier conversation with Paige, when discussing what they had throughout the day so far. It would only add fuel to Colleen’s suspicions.

The late afternoon sun beat down through the sunroof, but Azzi wasn’t really focused on her plans. Her thoughts kept circling back to the girl she'd left behind.

Outside, Paige breathed in the smell of fresh mulch as Jose followed her onto the driveway. She couldn’t stop wondering where Azzi was going—and who she'd be with besides Colleen—but she didn’t want to seem possessive. That was a recurring fight lately.

She tried to focus on her shooting form, but her rhythm was off. Brick after brick—until she finally airballed one.

“Paige, what’s going on with you?” Jose asked, eyebrows raised. “You’ve been acting weird since Azzi left.”

Jose didn’t usually comment on the dynamics between the two—Paige was like a sister to him—but today felt different.

“Nothin’. Just tired,” Paige muttered, exhaling hard.

“Well, your shot’s garbage,” Jose deadpanned. A moment passed in silence before he added, “What do you call a basketball player who loves to cook? A slam chef!”

He shot finger guns at her, a goofy smile on his face.

“Bro, shut up,” Paige said, breaking into a reluctant laugh—not at the joke, but at Jose being Jose. He might be getting better at basketball, but his jokes still sucked.

She tossed the ball at him and headed inside, shaking her head, still caught in her own thoughts. Still thinking about Azzi.

Meanwhile, Azzi was trying to enjoy herself. She and Colleen had grabbed froyo and were now wandering around downtown Arlington. They’d run into Blake, Max, and Reid—friends from school.

Colleen was chatting non-stop, but Azzi’s replies were distant.

“I can’t believe we ran into Blake, Max, and Reid. They’ve changed so much in just a couple of months,” Colleen said between bites of her ice cream. “Like, why didn’t you seem interested in the conversation? I thought you liked Reid?”

Azzi barely responded.

“Bro, you’re spacing out again,” Colleen said, her annoyance seeping through.

“Yeah, sorry. Just thinking about some stuff,” Azzi replied. “And yeah, I liked Reid… but that was December. It’s May now. I guess I just don’t care anymore.”

She looked away, but her mind was still back at home—with the girl she couldn’t stop thinking about.

“Did something happen you’re not telling me about?” Colleen asked, already suspecting the answer.

Azzi sighed. “I mean… yeah. Paige and I had some miscommunication earlier. But it wasn’t anything major.”

Colleen raised an eyebrow. “Look, I’m not trying to be that friend—especially after what you told me before—but you two are a little... weird.”

Azzi shot her a look, already bracing for what was coming.

“I know you keep saying you and Paige are just best friends,” Colleen continued, “but the way you talk about her? The way you act around each other? It’s different. I try not to bring it up, I really do—but every time you tell me about these little moments or arguments, I start wondering if I’m lying to you by pretending I don’t notice something more.”

Azzi looked away, her throat tightening. She knew Colleen wasn’t trying to be malicious—but that didn’t make it easier to hear.

“Colleen, bro… it’s not like that, I swear,” she said quickly. “Paige is about to head off to college, and with COVID messing everything up, I think she’s just looking for some stability right now. And I haven’t been the best at communicating lately. That’s all it is.”

But even as the words left her mouth, Azzi wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince—Colleen or herself.

“Alright, if you say so,” Colleen said, pausing for a beat. “I’m not gonna keep bothering you about it—as long as you promise to actually act like yourself for the rest of the day. I was really looking forward to hanging out with you.”

Azzi managed a small smile, grateful for the shift in tone.

They wandered through the downtown area, slipping into light, mostly meaningless conversations—about senior year, what color dresses they might wear to homecoming, or which college Azzi was thinking about committing to in the coming months.

But it all felt like noise to Azzi.

Everything was starting to feel overwhelming. College decisions, the weight of expectations, the looming reality that Paige would be at college. She tried to appear calm—confident, even—especially around Paige, Colleen, and everyone else. But inside, she was struggling.

The truth was, she didn’t know how this next year would go.

She had only recently started to feel strong again after missing her entire junior season with a torn ACL. Now, as her senior season approached, the pressure to perform—to prove she was back—felt heavier than ever.

And while everyone talked about prom and parties and plans for the future, all Azzi could think about was how quickly everything was changing.

When Azzi got home, she found Paige stretched out on the couch, watching basketball highlights—trying, as usual, to fill the void left by the canceled NBA season.

“P,” Azzi said softly, stepping into view.

Paige glanced over her shoulder. “Wassup?”

“What’re you up to?”

“Just watching some hoops. Nothing much,” Paige replied. “How was hanging with Colleen?”

Their words felt stiff—off. Anyone who knew them would have said the same thing. These weren’t their usual conversations. It wasn’t like them to tiptoe around each other like this.

But lately, that’s exactly what they’d been doing—tiptoeing around conversations, pretending things weren’t weird when they very clearly were.

“It was good,” Azzi said, answering Paige’s earlier question. “You wanna run to Chipotle? My parents are at my grandparents’ house.”

She was hoping for some space away from her brother—and maybe a chance to actually talk.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Am I driving?” Paige asked, already knowing the answer.

“Duh, bighead,” Azzi replied, smirking as she wandered out of the room.

SZA was playing softly through the speakers of Azzi’s car. Paige tapped her fingers lightly against the center console, in rhythm with the music. Azzi watched her hand, her gaze lingering longer than she meant to. The lyrics faded into the background as her mind drifted—back to last week.

Flashback

It was a late spring night, and boredom had completely taken over.

Azzi and Paige had been cooped up inside all day—cycling between the PlayStation, random snacks, and half-hearted basketball drills in the driveway. Everything felt repetitive.

When the clock hit 10 p.m., Paige finally sat up with an idea.

“Hey, wanna go for a ride?” she asked, glancing over at Azzi.

“I’m tired, and my parents are definitely gonna say no,” Azzi replied, already annoyed.

“Come on, dude,” Paige urged.

“No,” Azzi said firmly, but without much force.

“Please?” Paige added, flashing the overly innocent smile she knew Azzi could never say no to.

Azzi rolled her eyes but caved. “Fine. But you’re asking.”

They padded down the hallway toward her parents’ room. Azzi peeked in first—they were still awake—before Paige stepped in, leading the charge.

“Hey,” she began casually, “can we go for a drive?”

Katie, Azzi’s mom, didn’t even look up from her phone. “I don’t know, guys. It’s late.”

“Pleeeaaase,” Paige pleaded, dragging the word out dramatically. “We’ve been stuck inside all day, and we’re 18 and 17 now. Technically we’re allowed out this late.”

She put just enough charm and confidence into the tone to break Katie’s resistance.

Katie finally looked up and sighed. “Fine. Just don’t be out too long.”

Paige grinned, victorious. Azzi just shook her head, hiding a smile.

In the car now, windows down, sunroof open, old Justin Bieber tracks pouring through the speakers. Paige sang along—loudly and off-key—throwing occasional glances at Azzi. Azzi couldn’t help but chuckle at the blonde, her energy infectious even in the stillness of the night.

It was nice, Azzi had to admit. Moments like this reminded her why she treasured their friendship so much. But underneath the laughter, something heavier lingered.

She couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen once Paige left for college. What their friendship would look like when they weren’t sharing the same roof, the same routines. What new people Paige might meet—new friends, maybe even new relationships. And where that would leave her.

Paige noticed the change in Azzi’s expression—how her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes anymore.

“Hey, what’s up?” Paige asked, reaching over to tap Azzi’s shoulder. She turned the volume down, snapping Azzi out of her thoughts.

“Oh, nothing,” Azzi said, forcing a small smile, eyes shifting quickly back to the road.

“You sure?” Paige pressed gently, concern etched in her face now.

Azzi hesitated looking out at the window. The wind pushed through the open windows, but it didn’t cool the warmth rising in her chest.

“I don’t know…” she finally said, voice low. “It’s just… everything feels like it’s changing so fast.”

Paige stayed quiet, waiting.

“I’m scared,” Azzi admitted. “About senior year. About the season. About you leaving. I know I act like I’ve got it all together, but I don’t. I missed my whole junior year, and now I have to come back and somehow prove I’m still that player. And then there’s you—going off to college, making new friends, living this whole other life without me in it every day.”

She blinked a few times, trying to hold it together. “I don’t know what it’s gonna be like… when you're not around.”

Paige reached over slowly and rested her hand on Azzi’s thigh. It wasn’t dramatic or showy—just steady. Reassuring.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice threading through the quiet hum of the car. “I’m not going anywhere. Okay, yeah—I’m going to college. But that doesn’t mean I’m leaving you. You’re not just some high school friend to me. You’re… more than that.”

Azzi turned her head slightly, meeting Paige’s eyes for a brief second—just long enough for something unspoken to pass between them.

Paige gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. “You’re gonna crush this year. And I’ll be in the stands whenever I can, screaming louder than your mom.”

Azzi laughed under her breath, the weight in her chest softening just a little. “God, please don’t scream louder than my mom. That’s dangerous.”

“Can’t make any promises,” Paige grinned.

They fell into a comfortable silence again, the road humming beneath them, Justin Bieber faintly playing in the background. But this time, it felt less heavy.

Less uncertain.

End of Flashback

“Dude.” Paige said, looking over at Azzi. “You can't keep dissociating when we go on car rides together.” Paige said, smacking her lips, but she had hidden worry underneath her words. 

“Yea, sorry just thinking about something Colleen said.” Azzi admitted knowing that it would lead to a discussion she did not really have the energy for but she brought it up.

“Yeah… sorry,” Azzi muttered, her eyes fixed ahead. “Just thinking about something Colleen said.”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “Colleen?”

Azzi sighed, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. “She said our friendship is… weird.”

Paige leaned back in her seat, her expression tightening. “Weird how?”

Azzi hesitated, glancing sideways before answering. “She said the way we act around each other isn’t really… just best friend behavior. That we keep doing things and then pretending like nothing happened.”

Paige sat up straighter, suddenly more alert. “Wait. You told her?”

Azzi’s head snapped around. “No! I didn’t tell her anything specific. She’s just not dumb, Paige. She picks up on stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” Paige asked quickly, voice sharper now.

Azzi took a breath. “Like… how we keep kissing. Like it’s nothing. But it’s not nothing.”

Paige stared at her. “You told her we kissed?”

“I didn’t have to,” Azzi said, voice quiet. “She figured it out. She thinks something’s up between us.”

Paige shifted uncomfortably in her seat, looking away.

Azzi’s voice softened. “She’s not wrong, you know.”

Paige didn’t answer.

“I mean…” Azzi continued, her throat dry. “We’ve done other stuff too. And we never talk about it. We just pretend it didn’t happen.”

Silence filled the space between them, heavy and awkward. The only sound was the soft murmur of the music still playing.

Azzi finally added, “Don’t you ever wonder what that means? Or are you just hoping I won’t bring it up?”

Paige’s jaw clenched slightly, but she didn’t look away this time. Her voice was quieter now—unsure, maybe even scared. “I don’t know what it means. I didn’t think we were supposed to… define it.”

Azzi let out a short, breathy laugh that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Well, maybe we should start.”

[thebramblewood]

Because who needs financial security at a time like this?

Beginning / Previous / Next

Micah: [loudly] Still pregnant?

Naomi: Still a day that ends in Y?

Micah: You have to tell him.

Naomi: I know. But, you see, he’s just a tad bit intimidating.

Micah: [snorts] Not too intimidating to fu-

Naomi: Do not even go there.

Micah: You should also probably quit smoking.

Naomi: God, one thing at a time, please. How else do you think I’m going to get through breaking the news?

Micah: So long as you actually do it.

Naomi: By the way, I absolutely wrecked the toilet before coming down here. Sorry about that.

Micah: Lovely.

-

Naomi: We need to talk. In private.

Grim Reaper: I agree. Let’s take this outside.

Naomi: There’s something I need to tell you.

Grim Reaper: Let me go first. The behavior we’ve been engaging in is highly inappropriate, Ms. Uchiyama.

Naomi: What?!?

Grim Reaper: I apologize for my part in encouraging it, and it must come to an end now.

Naomi: But you - you liked it… didn’t you?

Grim Reaper: Regrettably, yes, I enjoyed it very much.

Naomi: Regrettably? I have feelings for you. I thought they were mutual.

Grim Reaper: I’ve been tasked with an extraordinary role, one that I knew required extraordinary responsibilities when I took it on. I cannot be distracted by human emotion. Passion, lust, desire — I must rise above them, which is why we must stop before we do anything that can’t be taken-

Naomi: I’m pregnant, you idiot!

Grim Reaper: You’re… pregnant?

Naomi: Except I’m the idiot because I should’ve known better than to believe this thing between us could be real. You won’t even trust me enough to show me your actual face! Well, you know what? I quit!

Grim Reaper: Naomi, you can’t! You’re one of the most promising reapers in training I’ve got.

Naomi: I don’t care! I didn’t even want this stupid job. And there’s no way I can go on being your subordinate now.

Grim Reaper: But we could be equals one day, if you just forget your feelings and-

Naomi: Honestly? I wish I could forget all of this. I wish I could forget you.

-

Micah: You quit? What are you going to do now?

Naomi: Embrace destitution and single motherhood in one fell swoop, I guess.

[luigisbambinaaa]

Fic request for after Luigi gets out of jail.

He comes out not in a very good mental state ofc. He does a great job at keeping it together, goes to therapy etc, but has episodes where he snaps or is just out of line. (Not violent or anything but enough to say things he doesn't mean.) You both have a bad fight one night, and you rush off to your room where you lay down and cry. You pass out, and wake up to him on his knees by the bed, apologizing and kissing your hands and just begging you for forgiveness. Turns into smut, lovemaking but still intense (raw and super intimate)

Call it Fate, Call it Karma

Summary: Luigi snaps at you, hurting your feelings, and begging to make it up to you.

Content Warning: Very brief argument, Luigi crying, reader crying, p in v, a bit angsty (?)

An: oof this took me sooo long to write im sorry! spring break ended and i was swamped with work. this is also my first time writing anything angsty so i hope i lived up to your expectations anon! thanks for the request <3 enjoy!

other works: soft spot , soft spot pt. 2

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It wasn’t even a big deal.

Just some stupid comment you made about groceries and how tired and overwhelmed you were, obviously trying to make a joke.

But the moment the words left your mouth, Luigi’s whole face changed.

His eyes went cold, jaw tightened, and his fists clenched at his sides. And you knew that look, you knew he was trying to keep his anger from bubbling over, just like he had been working on with his therapist.

But he snapped anyway, disregarding any feelings you’d have.

“Why are the fuck are you still here if you’re so fucking miserable then, huh?”

“I didn’t ask you to stay. You can leave whenever you want.”

The words cut you like knives, leaving you almost frozen.

He wasn’t even loud nor violent, but cold enough to hit exactly where it would hurt the most.

You stood there, heart hammering and throat closing.

Feeling all your insecurities flooding back to the surface. Thoughts of not being good enough for him anymore, that he didn’t really want to be with you anymore after being gone for so long, that maybe he realized you were a burden too.

And you didn’t say a thing, you couldn’t bring yourself to.

You turned and ran, vision blurred with hot tears.

You barely remembered slamming your bedroom door, barely remembered collapsing into bed and sobbing into your pillows as your entire body shook.

You cried hard, even more than you expected to.

Every fear pouring out of every tear— of losing him, of not being enough to pull him out of the darkness he was plagued with, of loving him more than he could ever love you back.

And eventually, the exhaustion lulled you to sleep.

———

You awoke hours later to the sound of quiet sobs and broken breathing.

You blinked your swollen eyes open, sticky tears dried to your face, and saw Luigi.

Kneeling by your bed, forehead pressed against your hands, his entire body shaking with quiet, desperate sobs.

He kissed your knuckles over and over again, whispering quiet apologies against your skins like he was praying,

“I’m sorry baby.”

“I’m so fucking sorry, please.”

“Please, don’t leave me. Please.”

You stirred, fingers twitching against his, and his head snapped up immediately, letting you get a good look at his wrecked state.

Red-rimmed eyes, mouth trembling, and endless tears sliding down his cheeks.

Luigi, who never let ANYONE see him so vulnerable, so broken like this, kneeling beside you.

“Please,” he gasped, climbing into bed like he couldn’t bear to be any further away from you anymore.

“Please don’t leave. I didn’t mean it, baby. Please don’t hate me. Baby, I swear I didn’t mean it.”

You stayed silent for a second, still stunned by his appearance, still hurt by his words, before whispering,

“You don’t get to say things like that to me and pretend it’s nothing, Lu.”

“I’ve stayed because i love you.”

Your voice cracked and your hands shook, but you still managed to say,

“If you don’t want me— If you think I’ve been a burden, just say it now.”

Luigi broke.

Collapsing against you, sobbing, shaking, hugging you like he was afraid if he didn’t have any hands on you, you’d disappear.

His words spilling out frantically, “no, no, never, you’re my whole world, i’m sorry, please don’t leave, i’m sorry—“

You wrapped your arms around him, rocking him, whispering sweet little soothing words, letting tears slide down your cheeks as well.

“I’m here,” you whispered against his curls. “I’m not leaving, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

———

Somehow, through all the tears, your mouths found each other.

Kisses that tasted of salt and of so many things left unsaid.

Luigi kissed you like he wanted to swallow you whole. Like he could kiss away all the broken parts of you.

And you kissed him back, desperate and trembling. Tugging on his clothes, needing him closer, and needing him now.

He stripped you first, tender but clumsy, tears still slipping off his cheeks and hands shaking when brushing against your soft skin.

You undressed him second, just as frantically. Tearing his hoodie off, yanking his jeans down, until you were both skin-to-skin, warm, sticky, but wrecked together.

When he finally pressed his body against yours, his forehead resting on yours and his heavy, hot cock between your thighs, you whimpered and dug your nails into his shoulders.

“Please,” you gasped, wrecked and needy.

“Lu… please, need you.”

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “I’m here, baby.”

He lined himself up, hands trembling and pushed into you slow.

So slow it almost hurt. So slow you felt every single inch of him press deep inside, dragging a sharp, breathless moan from you.

Your legs spread wider without thinking. Just desperate to take all of him, to feel all of him and drown in it.

Luigi whimpered when he bottomed out, buried to the hilt with your walls fluttering around him.

“God,” he rasped, voice breaking. “You feel so good. So fucking good, baby”

He stayed buried inside you, trembling and peppering kisses over your cheeks, your throat, and your lips— whispering broken promises into your skin.

“You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Forever.”

And when he finally moved, it wasn’t rough or frantic. It was slow, deep, and wrecked.

Every thrust lit your nerves on fire, feeling so full and stretched, and overwhelmed by his weight on you in the best way.

He fucked you like he wanted to become one with you. Like he needed your body to understand how apologetic he was.

Each slow drag of his hips pulled more tears from you, not from pain, but from the sheer overwhelming love and care pouring out of him.

“I’m sorry,” he kept gasping. “I’m sorry, baby. I love you so much. I’m never gonna hurt you again, swear.”

“I know,” you sobbed— kissing him and clutching him closer. “I know. I love you, Lu.”

He moved faster, deeper. His thrusts becoming messy, desperate, and grinding you further into the mattress until you were sobbing into his mouth and your nails clawing at his back.

He reached between you, hand sliding down your body to press little tight circles over your clit with his thumb.

“Wanna feel you cum on me, baby,” he moaned against your lips. “Wanna feel you milk me, bella.”

Your thighs trembled, whole body shuddering as he kept fucking you just right.

“That’s it,” he breathed, already panting.

“That’s my girl. My perfect baby. Taking it so good— fuck, gonna make me lose it.”

You came first— body locking up and clenching Luigi so tight he groaned— a low, broken noise that went straight to your pussy.

You sobbed his name, hands grabbing blindly at him, thighs shaking as your orgasm rocked through you, and still he didn’t stop.

“Good girl,” he whispered, fucking you through it. “So good, so fucking good for me, baby.”

And Luigi followed right after— burying himself as deep as he could inside you, sobbing out your name as he came, his hips jerking, cum spilling into you in warm pulses as he moaned against your mouth.

He didn’t stop kissing you. Not even when he collapsed on top of you, still inside you, panting, and trembling with how much he loved you.

———

You stayed there wrapped around each other, shaking, clinging, and sticky.

Kissing each other’s faces, whispering wrecked little ‘i love you’s’ until neither of you could speak.

Neither of you moved.

Neither of you even thought about it.

You two were home right there, in each other’s arms.

———

You’re not sure how much time had passed, but eventually, Luigi stirred with his voice low as he whispered into your hair,

“I’m sorry again, baby. For everything I said. I shouldn’t have—“

You cut him off with a soft kiss and shaking your head.

“Stop,” You murmured gently. “You don’t have to keep repeating it. You already showed me. You’re here and we’re okay.”

His arms instinctively tightened around you as he buried his face in your neck.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it,” he whispered.

You ran your fingers through his curls, lightly scratching his scalp, grounding him with every tug.

“Then just start here,” you said softly. “Let’s sleep and just hold me.”

He pressed a soft and tentative kiss to your collarbone, his eyes fluttering shut.

And you both stayed like that, sore, but comforted. Both your hearts steady for the first time in a long time.

Because no matter how heavy the night had started, you were both ending it together.

[monstersflashlight]

I'm really excited for october (and ur stories for this month) but also, i get to dress as slutty as i want, i was wondering if you could do an orc husband x chubby reader, she's going all out, going out with her friends, wearing the most SLUTTY outfit she has ever worn, fishnets, tight leather skirt, push up bra, ifykyk, just overall a very slutty and sexy costume, and i can just imagine reader acting dumb when her orc husband questions abt her costume, saying it's her body, yk, and then she goes with her friends to a haunted house party.

But her orc husband is following her, making sure no other men or creeps look at her, but if they did, It won't just be fake blood anymore, but when reader get's home, her husband is waiting for her, candles lit, rose petals from the front door to the bedroom, and on the counter in the kitchen a wine bottle and two glasses, and when reader walks inside the bedroom, her orc husband, all cheeky, rose in his mouth, only in his boxers, overall just cute sexy fluff?...

A/N: I think y’all can guess how behind I’m with requests, this is from october (sorry for it taking so long). This turned out more dirty that fluffy, hope that’s okay. Enjoy!

A beast

Orc x chubby fem!reader || sex with feelings (?)

You are wearing your sexiest outfit, feeling your best and ready to have a wonderful night with your besties. You walk out the bathroom and you hear glass breaking. You turn around to see your orc boyfriend staring up and down at you with his eyes as big as plates and a tent on his sweatpants.

He’s staring intently at your boobs, that are almost spilling out, when he finally catches his breath and asks: “What are you wearing?”

You bite back a smile, too pleased with his reaction. “Do you like it? It’s my new outfit.” You do a little twirl, maybe even bending down a little so he can see how short your dress is.

“You are…” He swallows hard and you have to bite your lip not to giggle. “You are going out wearing that?” He sounds almost conflicted, his big hands twitching at his sides as he tries not to touch you.

“Yes,” you tell him simply. He nods, not saying anything as you kiss his cheek and walk out the door.

During all the time you are out, you can feel eyes on you, and you are pretty sure who they belong to. Your orc boyfriend is way too big and way too green to hide in the crowd as he intends to. But you ignore him, acting as if neither you or your friends see him in your peripheral. It’s lowkey nice to have him taking care of you like that, even if a little bit too possessive.

But at some point as you are dancing with your friends, he disappears, and you let out a tiny giggle. Your friends laugh with you as you say your goodbyes, all of them smirking knowingly as you walk to your car.

But what is expecting you at the house is a big surprise (pun intended). There’s a trail of rose petals down the hall, and a bottle of wine sitting on the counter. You enter your room with a big smile, your pussy already tingling with anticipation for what’s to come. Hopefully you. Multiple times.

He’s on his side in the bed, staring at the door and with a rose between his teeth as you walk in. You let out a chuckle and he lets the rose fall down. “Too much?”

You approach him, leaning down until your lips brush his. “Just enough.” You melt into a tender kiss, and he pulls you down, straddling his hips and helping you grind against his hard on.

“Your outfit has driven me insane all night,” he whispers against your lips.

“All night?” You ask, playing dumb. He looks like he got caught stealing a cookie, so you let out a chuckle. “I knew you were there.”

“And you aren’t mad?” He asks. His hips are grinding up to your covered pussy, and you are starting to feel the repercussions of it, your whole body thrumming as your pussy gets wetter and wetter.

“No. I like you when you take care of me,” you reassure him, feeling warm inside.

You know you said the right thing the second he growls. “Good.”

He buckles his hips and you lose your balance, but he catches you, manhandling you until your back is on the mattress and his fingers are rubbing up and down the sides of your legs.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he says as he rips a hole on your fishnets right over your pussy. He groans when he realizes you are only wearing a thin thong underneath. “If I knew you were wearing this underneath I would have fucked you before you walked out the door.” You giggle as he rips those out, too.

“You are a beast,” you joke as he pushes your skirt up until your pussy is on display, framed by the ripped fabric. He stares down at you, an eyebrow arched, his dick in his hand as he jerks himself slowly. “Go for it,” you whisper, already knowing what he wants.

He pushes inside of you in one long thrust, his hips punting into yours as you wrap your legs around his middle, getting him deeper and making both of you moan loudly. The sex is frantic, your bodies moving in perfect sync as he makes the prettiest sounds over your body.

His hands are all over, groping your boobs over your push up bra, cupping your ass-cheeks, rubbing your clit… His touch is overwhelming in the best way possible as he fucks you as if you are the center of his universe.

Your body is moving on the mattress, to the point you have to reach out over your head and put your hands on the headboard to stop your head from hitting it. He chuckles half brokenly as he lowers you down, impaling you deeper on his cock as he moves you away from danger. You giggle, your body warm with emotions and pleasure.

“I’m so close,” he moans.

He reaches between your bodies, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he presses down, creating the perfect pleasure of his dick against your G-spot as you come with a shout. He fucks you through it, until your body feels weightless and sated.

You hug him closer, rolling your hips urging him to come, too. “I love you,” you whisper against his ear. And that’s what sets him off, his dick twitching inside of you as he roars and spills inside of you.

[kurishiri]

2nd Anniversary ┊ A short break with Darius

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this is the 400 times sent bonus story for each suitor during ikevil's second elections! this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don't repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: potato slander 😔✌️

Darius: Ahh, now that was fun.

Kate: Welcome back. You...don’t seem hurt anywhere, right?

Darius: Of course not, just who do you take me for?

A haughty smile playing on his lips, Darius sat on the sofa.

Darius: Anyway, enough of that, I’m feeling parched. Were you able to prepare the drinks and refreshments?

Indeed, that was the sudden order he left with me before departing.

(And he left before I could even talk back, so I was left here racking my head...)

But even so, I figured that he would feel weary upon returning,

and so, I prepared the refreshments as he had ordered and waited for him.

Kate: Here you are. Good job today.

With that, I took off the plaid cloth cover.

And beneath it laid a plethora of tea flavors, with scones, sandwiches, and whatnot lined up.

Darius: Well, I’ll be. You did all this for me, did you.

He pointed at the tea leaves, lined up together, and...

Darius: Which of these do you recommend?

Kate: The chamomile one, perhaps. It can relieve fatigue, so I’d go with that.

Darius: Alright then, I’ll go with that.

Accepting my suggestion, he waited for me to prepare the tea with a smile.

(Somehow I feel a bit like a maid...)

I put the tea leaves into the pot and poured hot water in before turning over the hourglass.

When it finished steeping according to that, I poured the tea using a tea strainer, and——

Kate: Here you go.

Darius, poking at the hourglass, then started to grumble idle complaints.

Darius: Not only with the tea, but the way to eat a scone too...the English get so caught up in all these excessive mannerisms. They’re so incessant about them too.

Kate: Hehe, I suppose. We do tend to get caught up in traditions and formalities.

Darius: And I hold little interest in them...that said.

D: What I do hold interest in is seeing the faces of those types of humans when I break the things they hold dear to bits and pieces, right before their eyes.

Kate: Wha...

Darius: Just kidding.

(Sometimes, I feel like I can’t read what Darius is thinking...)

I couldn’t help but think that hidden beneath that gentle smile of his was something so deeply dark.

Darius: Oh, and which of these dishes took the most time to make?

Kate: That would be the potato potage, if I had to say.

K: The process itself is simple, but the potatoes do need to be sieved to soften its texture.

K: So, I think it would qualify as something that took a lot of time, just as you like it.

When I said so, though, he furrowed his brow——

Darius: Out of every vegetable, I happen to hate potatoes the most.

Kate: Is that so?

Darius: Whole or not, I despise even looking at it.

(Well that’s troubling, what do I do now…)

In contrast to my panic, he spoke up upon spotting a certain something.

Darius: ...Ah, so you do have things I like after all.

Having found the crumpet, Darius’ expression shifted completely, his lips now in a full smile.

Darius: Portion this out, won’t you. And make sure to add a generous topping of butter and syrup too.

Kate: O-okay!

The butter, melting with the syrup, seeped into the crumpet as I carried the plate to Darius.

When I placed it before him, I tried to leave, when...

Darius: You stay here.

Kate: Huh?

He made space for another on the sofa and gestured to it,

and when I sat down, he enthusiastically clapped the fork into the crumpet and started eating.

Darius: You can have the potage.

Kate: I can?

Darius: Well, I don’t even want it in my sight, so I’d rather you eat it away.

(To think he hated it so much...)

I started to drink the potage by his side.

All of a sudden, he gave me a sidelong glance, and I felt as though he was looking at something distant...

Kate: ...Um...

Putting my hand on the open space, I called out to him before me.

Darius: Mhm, what is it?

He set his fork down, sparing a glance at my hand.

Kate: Every time we get together like this, I’d like you to tell me something about yourself I don’t yet know.

K: If I do, then I think something like this can be prevented.

K: And besides...

I approached him, closing the distance between us ever so slightly.

Kate: I...want to get to know you better.

His eyes widened, but then right after he started to laugh.

Darius: Ahaha, sure then. If you want to know then tell you I will.

And, ever so slightly, Darius closed the distance between us as well.

Darius: So, what’s the first thing you’d like to know?

——I felt then that, just a little, I had gotten closer to the depths of his heart that laid beneath that smile.

Fin

masterlist 🪽 ┊ ko-fi ☕️ ┊ comms 🤍

@injudescoat @caxsthetic @velisle ‪‪❤︎‬ ダリウス

[jakezzgirlz]

love love love Jake who knows he's being manipulative, trying to coax you into a quickie because he just wants you so bad, knowing damn well it won't be quick, but also knowing you couldn't say no to him when he gives you that look. Or when he tells you how he just wants to have fun with his pretty girlfriend, how's that a bad thing :((

ೀ TOOK ME 5 FUCKING DAYS IM SO SORRY :c i also kinda went off track... PLEASE INTERACT IF YOU ENJOY!!

ᝰ.ᐟwarnings ¡ DARK THEMES, coercion, verrrryy bad jakey, manipulation, painful sex, cervix fucking, possesive jake, jake is an insecure asshole, quickies uhhhh idk

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He doesn't understand why you just cant be there for him when he needs you? He's always been there for you when you need to relieve some stress so why cant you be a good girlfriend and help him out? You'd guys would fuck like bunnies before but now you can barely spare 10 more minutes? Thoughts flood his head- maybe your not attracted to him anymore, or worse- maybe your seeing someone else. The thoughts plagued his mind even when he pushed them away because he cant stand the fact of you being with anyone else.

His fear of losing you warped into control, all because the idea of losing you was far more terrifying than the guilt of keeping you close by any means. Finding any way to claim you just to reassure himself that 'your not going''. You never even realized how you depend on jake. His voice calmed the noise in your head, and his presence was a kind of safety you couldn’t recreate on your own, jake knew you needed him, how much you depend and trust him. So he decides to use that to his advantage.

He'd disguise it as love, he’d isolate you gently, starting with casual comments like, "I just don’t think your friends really get you the way I do,” or "You always seem drained after seeing them—maybe you should take a break." Over time, you'd find yourself spending more time with just him, because it felt easier, safer. He’d play the role of your protector, framing himself as the only one who truly understood you, making you doubt your own judgment. When you were upset or anxious, not feeling energized enough for sex, just needing to rest. He’d flip it—“After everything I’ve done for you, and this is how you treat me?”— So you'd give in, letting him use your body no matter how sore or painful your core feels from his cock plunging deep, and filling you up with cum again and again.

Begging you before you leave to work for a quickie with his pleading eyes promising that he'll be quick. But behind those eyes is the need to claim you as his, to have you go outside with your pussy stuffed with cum-his cum.

Trying to talk to jake nowadays just turns to sex. Bringing up how you feel isolated and he will look at you crazy before he shrugs it off and kneels between your legs kissing you through your panties. Even when your pussy's still spasming and leaking out his cum- he'll make you miss the first half of your friends birthday party just to shove his cock down your throat... won't let you wash away the mascara that's running down your face.

At first, he might frame sex as a way to feel closer, saying things like, “I just want to be close to you. Isn’t that normal?” But soon, the choice would start to disappear. He’d push you past your comfort zone, brushing off hesitation with, “Why are you acting like this? Don’t you trust me?” or “You’re my girlfriend—you should want this too.” If you tried to set boundaries, he’d act wounded, withdrawn, or angry, forcing you to carry the emotional weight of “rejecting” him. Over time, sex would stop feeling like affection and start feeling like obligation—something she gave to keep the peace, to avoid conflict, or to prove her love. No longer taking his time with you, no more sweet words- just his cock bruising your insides-stretching you beyond belief, just his hands holding your head while he face fucks you. Looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes because he knows-you can't say no to him.

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likes, comments and reblogs appreciated !

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Dom current slash smut please🙏

A/n: This is kind of short and I had better ideas for this but got tired half way through so I apologize

Warnings: Smut, riding, sweet to rough sex, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

After a long day of work all you wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep for a week, but Slash had other plans to help you destress.

With his hands planted firmly on your hips he guided you up and down his cock as he leaned back against the bedframe. "That's a good girl, taking me so good... fuck, just like that." He praised.

You were straddling his lap, arms wrapped around his neck while he moved you nice and slow. You'd pictured a relaxed night of cuddles and kisses, this was much better. His cock stretched you out so good, veins dragging against your gummy walls while his tip repeatedly hit that spot that made your vision go white.

Your eyes fluttered shut, lips parting in moans. "That's it, just let me make you feel good." He purred, leaning closer to kiss up your neck. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access, a hand lacing through his hair and holding him there.

He began rolling his hips up into yours, only making your moans louder but it didn't matter since it was just the two of you at home. "Fuck, Slash... just like that." You mumbled, he liked when you thought you had some control. He was moving you, he was fucking you on his cock, you were just there to be his fleshlight.

"I know, sweetheart, I know exactly what you want, just take it." He answered, hot breath fanning over your neck as he started moving faster. Your breathing picked up with his pace, grip on him tightening.

Your moans fell right onto his ears, his favourite sound. His hold on your hips grew tighter as well, forcing you down on his cock harder to make you whine. He sucked on your neck, nipping at the sensitive spots that made your nails dig into his shoulder.

Your hips bucked helplessly, aching for more but you were already pulsing around him. "You can touch yourself, sweetheart." He assured, lips travelling up, caressing the shell of your ear. "Had a bad day, deserve everything you want." You didn't have to be told twice, hand already slipping between you two, fingers finding your clit and rubbing yourself nice and slow, mismatching with his pace completely.

"Ah! Oh fuck, Slash, I-I can't- can I- can I cum? Please, I've been such a good girl." You pleaded, to which he chuckled at.

"Been a very good girl, haven't you?" He said, pulling away to look at you. His own face was flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly, the slight jiggle of his tits every time he moved you. You gawked but you knew it was taking a lot for him to not focus only on your chest, to throw you on your knees and fuck your own tits. "Think you deserve to cum on me? What about my day?"

You raised a brow at him. "Your day?" You asked softly, hand sputtering in its movements on your clit.

"My day, sweetheart." He said, lifting you up and laying you down on your back. "My day was great until you came home sulking." He said through gritted teeth, his thrusts getting rougher. He held your hips in place now, pinning them to the bed. "Could've used a good girl to make me feel good, gotta break you down a little." Your breathing got heavier, you loved when he was sweet with you, but getting to end your day like this wasn't so bad.

[socksdoeswrites]

omg new ideas keep flowing within me 💆‍♀️ can you do reader getting hurt really bad and they start crying for their bf, the jjk boys. you can decide how you want to write it, in a story like form or in an smau where it’s like someone else texting from the readers phone. THANK YEWWW XX

an: the emoji is sending me lmaooo! i most definitely can! you already know i love my jjk men :))! i decided to do a short story thing. i figured it'd be a little more detailed. when people ask for things like this im gonna start locking the fuuuuuuck in. don't wanna leave you pookies unsatisfied!!! you guys deserve the best of the BEST! so, lemme stop yapping, and get to this writing! my writing flow can no longer be stopped guys. im in for real. xoxo!

parings: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, and you!

tags/warnings: cursing, fluff, angst, cliffhanger (im sooooooryyyy i thought it'd be fitting), spoiler!!! tojis is a little... different, i decided to only do the men men in this, but if you want me to add yuuji and megumi, and the others please lmk!, i think thats all!! i really hope you enjoy! (guys, idk if you know the song, "die your daughter", but i listened to that on loooooop writing this.)

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satoru gojo

he didn't know where to look. his mind racing with different thoughts, bad thoughts. his vision wasn't focusing. under each pile of garbage, he listened carefully. a whimper, a scream, a something. he begged and pleaded to himself.

"c'mon, baby. c'mon..."

satoru knew had to be in this area. his heart shattered when a gut-wrenching scream flooded his ears. immediately turning to the sound, and if his heart couldn't break anymore, you lay there. a pipe piercing you through your stomach. blood pouring from the open wound. you hadn't noticed him until his broken voice murmured your name...

"y/n..?"

your head slowly moved to the side, as you connected your gaze with his, you yelled.

"t-toru! "

he wasted no more time bolting towards you. he gently moved your head into his lap. a string of curses fell from his lips as he looked around you. the whimpers and groans in pain melting his heart. he didn't know how to help you at that very moment. all he did was caress your cheek.

"y-you're okay... you're gonna be okay, sweet girl. i have you... i'm gonna help you, okay? stay awake for me, yeah?"

you couldn't help but cry and scream, as he tried his hardest to gently cradle you in his arms. if he wanted to get you out of this alive, he had to move you, and quick. desperately gripping onto his shoulders. the metal pipe still piercing your soft skin. he knew exactly who to take you to. it was just a matter of getting there that scared him...

suguru geto

"where the fuck is she?"

that seemed to be the only thing racing through suguru's mind. he felt disgusted with himself that he wasn't able to take care of you like he had promised so many times. the staff from the hospital trying their hardest to calm the raging man down, until he heard it.

the piercing scream from a certain room. your scream. he wasted no time pushing past the staff, sweating as he prepared himself for what he was about to see. no amount of preparation could prepare him for the sight of your bruised and beaten body lying there helplessly. you begged and cried, for him. you had been begging for him this entire time, and he just showed up. talk about tough luck. the guilt completely gnawing at him, until your pain-filled eyes met his...

"s-sugu.."

your voice was hoarse and raspy, and what broke him even more, was the small grabby hands you made at him. he felt like the shittest man alive, as he rushed to your side, leaning his forehead on yours. he held you tighter with each noise you made. he caressed your face gingerly. sorrow filled eyes were the last thing you seen before passing out...

kento nanami

each cough that left your throat burned as if you drank a full body of whiskey in one sitting. the smoke blazed and screamed around violently. you continued to push through.

"k...ken!" a cough followed shortly after.

your screams seemed to fall on no ears as you tumbled through the broken and disaster-filled city.

"baby! p-please!! where!," a coughing fit tore from your lungs.

"where are you?!"

it seemed almost hopeless to keep screaming. your body being bruised and bloody as you had to drag yourself from the rubble. you knew if you didn't get out of this soon it's be the end for you. you begged and cried to yourself to keep moving. to drag your body a few more steps.

"y/n!"

looking up, you saw the man you had been begging for this entire time run straight for you. you couldn't help but weakly smile, and as your vision blurred, your body began to fail. you fell forward into the arms of your loved one... that seemed to be the only thing you remember before black...

toji fushiguro

"ma, you gotta breath for me."

toji's voice rang in your ears as you looked around the room hopelessly. you were on fire, hot to the touch, and all you could do was sit there and scream. you had screamed for this kind of pain to stop, for some sort of relief. this wasn't normal at all. the doctors voices around you discussing matters in a quick tone as they tended to you.

"toji!"

"i'm here."

every time you took your eyes away from his, he stayed focused on your movements focussed if you needed him, if you needed anything.

"you're almost there, pretty. c'mon, keep looking at me..."

with one final cry out... the pain subsided... and the cry of your baby was the only thing flooding your ears... your vision returned back to normal, to see your beautiful baby boy lying on your chest... and toji kissing your sweaty forehead...

"hey, you... took you long enough..."

[intromortal]

i’m BEGGING for more thoughts on stepbro jay … losing my mind over how soft u wrote him im obsessed (only if u want to tho !!)

⚠︎ smut. mdni. step-cest. soft dom jay, just some eating out through panties. also this got a bit longer than intended so i cut it short at the end but i do plan on eventually actually writing this as a longer work nonnie!! sorry for letting this sit in my inbox for so long pls

jay's touch is gentle as always, as his hand slides down the expanse of your back, goosebumps littering your skin in its wake.

you feel so incredibly silly for ever doubting jay's devotion and feelings for you now that you can get a close look at just how bright his eyes sparkle with adoration for you.

truth be told, it's not entirely on you. you devised a plan that backfired completely, yes. but jay just wants you to be happy and content, even if the man next to you isn't him (he also knows how a relationship like yours would be seen by outsiders, so he's happy to just be in your life at all)

so he put on his most convincing smile when you asked him to bring you along to hang out with his friends. took slow breaths to calm his heart down when he saw how gorgeous you looked when you told him you were ready, far too beautiful for a simple night with the boys.

he also hid the way his nails drew blood from his palm whenever you spent too much time talking to one of the guys, tried his best to ignore how your touch lingered on their shoulders and how their eyes undressed you right in front of him.

so imagine his surprise when at the end of the night you run out of his car, tears welling in your eyes, without ever looking back at him.

"aren't you the prettiest girl ever, my dove?" jay's voice is muffled as he presses kisses down your torso, his tongue darting out a few times to taste the saltiness of your skin. "so lovely too, putting on that show to make me jealous. and here i am, thinking you just wanted to fuck my friends after i helped you get off last time. i'm very dumb, aren't i?"

his lips reach your panties, a cute baby blue pair you picked out for him, that peeked out from time to time because of how short your dress was. his thumb hooks under the fabric, and just when you think he's gonna take them off, you feel them slap against your skin again. the sting is barely there, just enough to have you mewl as you arch your back into your step brother's touch, but it doesn't hurt. jay would never hurt you.

"easy, little dove. i watched you dance around the house all night, watched my friends strain to get a peek under your dress. but you just wanted to tease me, mhh? did you want to make me jealous? did your little dove brain think i would fuck you silly after this little stunt?"

"yes! please jay, i need you," your voice breaks slightly, and you can feel the smile forming against the flesh of your thigh. jay loves you like this. you're always cute, but you're so much cuter when you're needy and desperate for him.

"you got one thing right, baby. but not today." he whispers, his eyes locking on yours as he lets a glob of spit dribble right onto the core of your ruined panties, as if you needed any more wetness there. he bends down, never breaking eye contact with you to watch your reactions, and licks his own spit to spread it around the fabric covering your poor needy hole. "you're too fragile, but i'll slowly teach you how to take it. don't you want that?"

you nod desperately, gulping down as jay's careful touch spreads your legs so he can get more comfortable between them. "please, take them off?"

he looks up at you, fake confused at your question. "but why? you chose these for me? shouldn't i get to enjoy them fully?"

[heechwe]

₊˚⊹⋆ HEECHWE 3K CELEBRATION .𖥔 ݁ ˖

First of all, I would like to thank every single person who has followed me since going from 2K to 3K, and in such a short time based on the numbers—it's unbelievable. Coming back last August felt really daunting as I was unfamiliar with all the new groups aside from Enhypen that immediately stole my heart, and I am still working day to day on my own imposter syndrome, need to compare myself and my works to others—long story short, it hasn't been easy. And now we're here and I'm so happy with the ideas I have and the friends I've made getting to this point. It's insane that we're here and only going up. I could not have been in this position without all of you who have taken a chance on me and my writing—the soft, the smut, the everything in between. And this may be so mushy to include BUT to my friends (just to tag a few)—@innocygnet @faeyun @bambiihee @ghstzzn @lovetaroandtaemin @frenchkisstheabyss @prkhaven @tinycatharsis @xomakara @okiedokrie-main @temptaetions @kwanisms and so many others I've loved reaching this part of my journey with—I would not be here without y'all. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much to everyone, and I hope I can continue to create stories you enjoy ♥︎.

Now, onto the celebratory part of this celebration...

I am opening my inbox to HARD THOUGHTS for all the groups I write for—Enhypen, Seventeen, Stray Kids, Ateez, and TXT! Outside of the topics I do not write for (please see my guidelines for more information on that), anything is on the table! I have provided some ideas below from two lists I will link under the cut, and you can request more than one prompt. Even if someone does a suggested prompt before you, you can still request it for a different idol! Requests should be formatted like this: (member) + (hard thoughts). Ideally, I would love you to repost this to spread the word for the event, but it's not required.

The suggested thought prompts are down below!

Both prompt lists (not mandatory just some ideas!) are originally from @prompt-heaven ♥︎

1) classic only one bed, then oh no we’re cuddling in our sleep that then evolves into sex

2) hate fucking

3) friends with benefits 

4) first time

5) phone sex

6) public sex

7) possessive sex

8) sex outdoors

9) gangbang

10) casual threesome between pals

11) cockwarming after a long day in order to calm down together

12) sex pollen

13) high on adrenaline kind of sex

14) make up sex

15) break up sex

16) inexperienced person gets a little “lesson”

17) reunion sex

18) complicated sex with an ex

19) angry sex in the middle of a fight

20) gentle comforting sex

21) overwhelmed, but happy crying during sex 

22) crying crying during sex that leads to a pause or early end to comfort and take care of whatever emotions bubbled over 

23) depression sex in order to feel something good for once

24) messy drunk sex that is then forgotten the morning after

25) filming it, either for private purposes or because they’re amateur pornstars

26) mutual masturbation

27) spying on/walking in on their partner touching themself 

28) sex in exchange for a favour

29) car sex

30) quiet airplane bathroom sex

31) touching the other while at the movies

32) sex while there is the background noise of a rainstorm outside

33) being snowed in together and fucking in front of the fireplace 

34) pool/hot tub sex

35) stargazing that turns into sex

36) the classic “oh, let me help you put some sunscreen on” but then the little massage turns into something more

37) sex while camping

38) fucking in the bar bathroom and being too drunk to care about being quiet 

39) when the teasing in the dressing room gets a little too hot

40) shower/bath sex

I look forward to seeing you guys in my inbox! Again, thank you so much. Here's to another thousand! ♥︎

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics that were inspired by one of Jane Austen's novels as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis/Harry -

✒️ Come My Love Again by @softfonds

(E, 110k, Emma) Harry Styles is handsome, clever, and rich. At least that’s what his friends say of him. He also thinks of himself as a matchmaker in Highbury, pairing people together when he finds the time.

✒️ Until (series) by @allwaswell16

(E, 61k, Pride & Prejudice) Rural Eagle County, Colorado wasn’t the type of place to find a famous musician or actor. At least not until songwriter Louis Tomlinson showed up with pop star Niall Horan to visit his uncle’s horse ranch, and they just happened to find themselves next door to a reclusive former movie star.

✒️ the last person on earth i could ever marry by igotfeels

(E, 50k, Pride & Prejudice) where Harry is fed up with rich men and Mr Tomlinson is a very rich man.

✒️ pride and property by kosmicgirl

(G, 45k, Pride & Prejudice) For Harry Styles, the only concern in his life, is to graduate university in order to be able to escape this city. To Harry's luck, Louis Tomlinson, a rich 23 year old guy, heir of Pemberley Digital, arrives to Holmes Chapel along with his friends Liam and Eleanor Payne.

✒️ Just Hear This and Then I'll Go by @allwaswell16

(E, 44k, Pride & Prejudice) Former boy band member Louis Tomlinson can’t stand pompous indie artist Harry Styles, but with a new record label to launch he is going to have to endure his pretensions to snag up and coming new artist Liam Payne, who happens to be Harry’s oldest friend.

✒️ Felt the blood rushing through my veins, I still remember by Samcgrath

(E, 42k, Pride & Prejudice) Harry is the heir to his father's estate and wealth and he knows he is the most eligible bachelor in all of England. Louis is the stable boy who everyone loves and adores even though he can be a touch too bitter sometimes.

✒️ Our Sweetest Memorial by @softfonds

(E, 35k, Persuasion) Ever since Harry was forced to break off an engagement five years ago, he resolved to never marry for the remainder of his life. Now his family must move out of his beloved Kellynch Hall to recover some of their debts that their father had accumulated.

✒️ All I've Ever Known by @haztobegood

(E, 34k, Pride & Prejudice) The brand new tiny house was delivered to the empty lot at 28 Longbourn Lane, drawing a small crowd around the mailboxes. Gossip was a hot commodity in Princess Park and it had been ages since the neighbors had seen something so novel.

✒️ Against His Better Judgement by @lululawrence

(M, 34k, Pride & Prejudice) The modern Pride and Prejudice AU starring Louis as Elizabeth Bennett, Harry as Mr Darcy, Zayn as Jane/Charlotte, Liam as Mr Bingley, Gemma as Georgiana, and Niall as.....well...Niall.

✒️ Kiss Me on This Cold December Night by orphan_account

(M, 34k, Pride & Prejudice) Louis Tomlinson is a year three football (soccer) player attending a university that fosters international students in Ontario, Canada. Harry Styles is a year one student living in the same building and is obsessed with the Green Bay Packers. Louis thinks Harry's a wanker while Harry can't figure out why Louis doesn't like him. 

✒️ Ours are the moments I play in the dark by orphan_account

(M, 30k, Persuasion) Nine years ago Louis Tomlinson was persuaded to break off his engagement to Harry Styles, a poor sailor. Since then Louis has come to regret being so easily convinced to give up his one chance of happiness. 

✒️ Pride and prejudice by Itstilliswhatitis

(M, 13k, Pride & Prejudice) an alternative universe where gay is okay and women have free will. It's a fictional time before cars and phones but with a less strict society

✒️ Sigh for Sigh by Anonymous

(E, 10k, Pride & Prejudice) When his father's sudden illness forces Harry to get married in a hurry, he's delighted that Lord Louis Tomlinson is the one who makes him an offer. Being married to Louis is just as wonderful as he imagined, except for one thing-- they haven't mated yet.

✒️ D for Darcy by sweetly_disposed

(G, 3k, Pride & Prejudice) Louis as a slightly unorthadox Lizzie, and Harry as the misunderstood Mr. Darcy.

- Rare Pairs -

✒️ wild is the wind by manticoremoons

(E, 24k, Harry/Zayn) Everybody's favourite BBC Lifestyle pastry chef, Harry Styles has never in his life met up with a challenge he couldn’t conquer. But he might have one in his best friend, Zayn Malik, too-serious television writer who’s gotten into a bit of a funk after the end of his seven-year marriage. Inspired by Emma.

✒️ Been about you and I'm still about you by itsnotbleak

(M, 23k, Liam/Louis) Louis was successful, and he was happy, and he’d done it all without Liam. A modern day Persuasion AU.

[n0v4t33z]

Bittersweet Goodbye

Pairings: Capt. Hongjoong X Female Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Pirate AU, Romance, Angst

Trigger Warnings: Language containing Violence, Mentions death

Author's Note 💌: Hi! It's been a while since I wrote something! (Sorry!) But I do want to put something out bc I honestly really like this short piece bc I wrote this when I was really doubting my skills as a writer and at a time in my life where I also began to feel like I no longer belonged anywhere. So I wrote this to kind of cope with my feelings using what was familiar to me at the time so I used The Piece of Eight universe as a way to make sense of my feelings. So let this be known this is not canon these are just my feelings. So take it as just another Pirateez short story! Finally, i know it's been almost a whole year since I last posted something but if you stuck around I love you so much and I'm happy you decided to stay! Anyway as always please be kind and enjoy this! Thank you for your support it means more than I can put into words. - N 🌙

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I slowly stir awake and sit up, Iook out the small window in my room and realize it was dark out. When I look around my room and notice the candle burnt out meaning it was time to go. I didn't even realize how quick time passed. Everyone should be asleep right now or at least not really paying attention too much to anything going on on the deck and if I leave now i’ll be able to make it to the eastern port by day break. I fight the urge to fall back asleep but I forcefully hoist myself up. I quickly dress up and only take a few items in my backpack, including the preserved finger of Commander Masaki, his royal collar, my journal and the hourglass that Hongjoong gifted me along with a few changes of clothes.

 Once I step outside I slowly and quietly climb down from my room and start to make my way across the deck trying to keep my boots from making too much noise. Everything was now beginning to settle including my emotions. A big knot grows in my throat until my eyes begin to flood with tears while I silently cry trying to keep my sniffles at bay. “y/n? Where are you going?” 

A familiar gentle voice asks, his hand grabs onto my shoulder causing me to abruptly halt. When I quietly turn back I see Seonghwa looking back at me looking worried. I look forward again not wanting to meet his eyes while I wipe my tear filled eyes “I’m leaving.” Seonghwa pulls me towards him and clears the stray hairs from my face trying to look into my teary eyes “What? Did something happen?” 

I shake my head silently and look down at the ground, again not being able to meet his dark eyes momentarily. Seonghwa gently pats my shoulder “y/n?” He asks, his pitch a little higher than before. I glance back up again, only this time just focusing on the golden button of his blazer “I don’t know, I think my time here is up. I think I should move on, I just don't fit in. You know? The running away from the royal militaries and being in people’s hit list for their big pay day. I don’t think it’s something I want to do anymore.”

 Seonghwa furrows his eyebrows “y/n…Why?” I shrug looking down at his hand holding mine then he pulls me back towards the Captain’s Quarters “No.. You’re talking to Hongjoong about this, you’re not doing this to us..” I try to pull away but Seonghwa’s grip remains strong easily pulling me towards Hongjoong’s quarters and barging into his quiet abode.

 Annoyed, Hongjoong looks up at Seonghwa “You could have at least knocked instead of almost breaking my door- Wait, what’s going on? Why’s she crying?” Seonghwa pulls me in Hongjoong’s direction and gently pushes me towards him “She says she’s leaving..”

 Hongjoong looks over at me in disbelief “Wait- Why? Did something happen? Do I need to get onto someone?” I shake my head holding back tears again, seeing Hongjoong now actually makes me leaving hurt alot more. “Speak.. Use your words y/n..” Hongjoong utters slightly impatient while he sets his quill onto his desk. I let out a long sigh and bow my head “I’m leaving The Piece of Eight Captain.”

 The room becomes still and silent, something that till this day always unnerves me. Especially coming from Hongjoong. A few seconds later I hear his chair drag against the wooden floor and then slow creaking noises coming from the wooden floor boards as he makes his way closer to me. Gently, Hongjoong raises my gaze up to his with his fingertips and gives me a solemn expression. “Your reason?” Unable to blink back tears I begin to cry “I'm leaving because I think I should move on, I don't belong here anymore.” 

For a few moments Hongjoong stays silent as if he was waiting for me to keep adding to the list until he finally says “Is that it?” I glance at his long golden earring for a moment to ground myself then I nod. Hongjoong gently wipes away my tears and gives me a faint smile “First of all, you most certainly do belong here my dear, you always have and you always will.” My bottom lip slightly trembles “No. I don't, it doesn't feel like it. At least not anymore, this just feels foreign.” Hongjoong furrows his eyebrows “What makes you say such a thing?” I shrug “I don’t know, everything feels different now. Almost like all of this has become bigger than us, it no longer feels like it once did in the beginning. You're different, you're not the Hongjoong I once knew.”

 Hongjoong stares at me with confusion grazing his tired features “What are you trying to get at y/n..” I let out a short sigh and clench both my hands in frustration “My days as your assassin are over Hongjoong.. I’ve lost my grandfather and since then everything has gone down hill. I’ve struggled to feel like this is my true home now, ever since you became the Pirate KIng The Piece of Eight has changed… We no longer just want to help those who are oppressed by their kingdoms and militaries but we now control them and use them as some sort of brainwashed militia. All these people at your disposal just isn’t like you Hongjoong.. None of you actually.”

 I turn to a taken aback Seonghwa whom only manages to stare back at me wide eyed and shocked. “We haven’t changed y/n, we’ve only gained resources.” Hongjoong turns my face back to meet his “And what we’ve gained has only made us the most powerful band of pirates that has ever existed, all thanks to you my dear. You kept your promise in helping me become the Pirate King, these are the benefits you should be reaping.”

 I shake my head and tear up again “Captain, you’re not understanding me.. We’re not the once small and humble band of pirates that stole from the rich and gave back to the poor.. We’ve become what we’ve been fighting all these years. A whole fleshed out military.” Hongjoong chuckles “y/n sweets, we’re not a military. We’re just an expanded band of pirates.” I groan in frustration and cover my face with my hands “I can’t anymore Hongjoong. I’m done, you can stay as the Pirate King and Seonghwa as your stunning and ever powerful right hand man but I’m done. I can’t do this anymore, you guys are becoming something so overwhelmingly colossal that it just doesn’t feel like home anymore..It’s not us.” 

I frustratedly turn in Seonghwa’s direction so that I can open the door but before I’m able to walk away Hongjoong turns me back around and pulls me into his arms. The scent of his expensive perfumed oils engulfs me while his hand adorned by the most expensive rings gently cradles the back of my head. “How can I convince you to stay? Hm?” I gently hold onto the sleeve of Hongjoong’s deep red silk robe and try to hold back the tears that never seemed to end “I’m sorry Captain, but I’m afraid my mind has been set”

 Hongjoong squeezes me a little tighter and lets out a sigh “Please don't go..Please” His words cause my stomach to drop causing me to hold him a bit tighter. “There's plenty of talented assassins and mercenaries at your disposal now. There's no job they can't do. You won't miss me, I promise you that.” I pull away only for him to pull me in tightly again not wanting to let go “But they aren't you.. You're the only one who I will allow to hold my life in their hands.”

 I bite my bottom lip to stop an incoming sob then I pull away from Hongjoong and carefully step away. “They aren’t me but they’re certainly much better than I, you’re not at a loss without me Captain. If anything i’m sure you’ll have a lot more to gain with the proper man power-” Hongjoong takes my hand and laces his fingers between mine “You said you would stay.. You promised me y/n” I shake my head “I said I would stay until you became the Pirate King.. And that’s what you are now, so my work here is done. You no longer need me.”

 His grip becomes tight “You swore your loyalty to me, you can’t just leave me..” I squeeze back his hand gently trying to sooth his anger tinged tone “I get that, but as my close friend you have to respect my decision.. Just how I've respected your decisions. I promise you I won’t swear under anyone else, I just want to go somewhere I call home and unfortunately this is no longer it.” 

Hongjoong deeply gazes into my eyes for a moment, his eyes show an overwhelming amount of sadness and heartbreak, something that for the most part he’s always tried to hide. He slowly leans in and rests his forehead against mine, his hand cradling the back of my head “y/n please.. Don’t do this to me. I promise you won't have to kill anyone anymore, just stay by my side.”

 I nervously swallow feeling his warm breath, his gaze and the smell of rum on his breath making me dizzy. Was he always able to make me feel this flustered? “Ca- I mean, Hongjoong.. I'm telling you this as someone who deeply cares about you so forgive me but I can't. I'm no longer happy here, I feel like an outsider and I no longer fit in here. Thank you so much for everything, my freedom, the vengeance for my people. Everything. I love you my Captain, my heart will forever be with you. My heart will forever belong to those seas we conquered together.” 

His hand moves from the back of my head to my cheek and gently wipes away my tears. Without breaking his gaze he gives me a forced smile then gently kisses my forehead “You are not an outsider my dear, at least Seonghwa, the rest of the crew and I don't see it that way. You’ll always be welcomed here whether I’m here or not. Whether this kingdom you, my dear crew, and I have created falls. You’ll always be welcomed here, because to me this will always be your home.”

 I blink at how sudden his mind changed… Maybe he wanted me to be honest? I chuckle nervously and step back gently holding onto his hand “I’m sure there’s a militia belonging to The Piece of Eight back in Eledonia, if you ever miss me I’m sure they’ll tell you how I'm doing.”  Hongjoong smirks “I promise you I’ll go see you myself when I miss you.” I raise my eyebrow “I’m sure that’ll probably be in half a decade but sure.”

 Hongjoong shakes his head “Not at all, I miss you even now.” My face heats up and I awkwardly scoff “Okay Hongjoong no need to keep messing with me like that. You're funny.” He chuckles then clears a stray hair from my face “I’m not, I really do hope to see you again.” I let out a dry laugh trying to disguise my imminent tears again “Yeah, um… So is that a yes? Am I free to go?” Hongjoong deeply stares at me, his expression is a mixture of being conflicted and sad until he suddenly turns to Seonghwa and nods “Let her go. She’ll find her way back to me one day.” 

Seonghwa presses his lips together slightly teary eyed and nods  “Yes Captain.” Seonghwa steps aside silently watching me for a moment. Once I approach the door I notice Seonghwa’s hand hesitantly reach for me only for him to pull away. Seeing this, I turn to him and pull him into a quick hug “Thank you for everything.” Seonghwa holds me tight resting his chin on top of my head “Please, make sure you get plenty of sleep or you’ll get sick.” I quietly nod in his arms, when he pulls away, he gives me a forced smile.

 “It’s cold at night, wear your jacket you know you get cold-” Hongjoong interjects an emotional Seonghwa. “Seonghwa..” He looks over at Hongjoong and nods slightly teary eyed. He reaches over to me and pats my head goodbye “Goodbye y/n.”

 I painstakingly force a smile and gently pat his arm in return and step out, quietly closing the door behind me so as not to announce my departure. Once I’m a good distance away from the port where our ship is stationed I can see The Piece Of Eight’s proud flag gently swaying in the cool October sky. Then, it was a symbol of freedom and justice, now it’s a bittersweet symbol of everything I loved and protected.

 A Heavy knot grows in my throat again and my eyes flood with tears. Was this the right decision? I feel horrible for bailing out on Hongjoong and the rest of the crew like this but that pain was getting unbearable. 

I couldn’t stand being something I’m not, I don’t like having underlings to fight battles I can easily take on myself, nor will I brainwash innocent people to fight the rich. In a normal circumstance, leaving my belonging band of pirates would have ultimately condemned me to become blacklisted and more than likely executed. So I’m still surprised Hongjoong didn’t execute me right then and there. 

I guess he still has hope of me returning some day, what a silly man. One thing about Hongjoong is that the man can dream. Unfortunately to see something that you know and love be reduced to nothing but what you were fighting against right from the beginning really makes you question everything. 

It doesn’t take away that I’m happy for him and the crew but how is it possible it all changed like this? I get change is good sometimes but this time around it changed them as a whole. It feels like a whole new set of people with hints of who they once were. 

Is this what comes with getting older and wiser? You learn to see things for what they really are despite how they make you feel? Even then, I hope I can find somewhere to call “home” again someday.

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