#look at him trying to hold it in in the 2nd gif it's exactly like the scene where he said to yuanzhi say no more

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

Hey can I request a Pablo Gavi story where he comfort the reader after their big argument? Thank u💐

it's just a blurb, but i hope you like it!

the things i said | pablo gavi

☁️ synopsis: You have to deal with the aftermath of your first fight with your boyfriend. tags: hurt/comfort, happy ending. (written in 2nd person but no mention of yn) (around 0.9k words)

You’re outside now, the door clicking shut behind you, and it feels like the air is too thin to breathe. Everything feels too loud and too quiet all at once – the faint hum of the streetlights, the distant sound of someone’s TV, the blood rushing in your ears. You’re hyperventilating, you think, leaning against the cool stone of the building’s entrance, trying to ground yourself.

You’ve never yelled at each other like that. Never. Not in two years. And now you’re out here, and he’s still inside, and what does that mean? Are you breaking up? Is that what this is?

You’re pacing back and forth along the edge of the manicured sidewalk. The words from the fight replay in your mind. “You’re overthinking again.” “Why do you always do this?” “Your feelings don’t matter.” Wait, that’s not what he said. Not exactly. But that’s how it felt. That’s how it landed.

You stop pacing, leaning against a lamppost, and close your eyes. Breathe in. Count to four. Hold it. Count to four. Breathe out. Your therapist’s voice echoes in your head, calm and steady. You try to listen to her, to slow your racing thoughts, but the question looms, heavy and relentless: What if this is the end?

Your eyes sting, and you swipe at them angrily. No. You’re not going to cry again. Not out here, not where anyone could see. What if someone takes a picture? Posts it somewhere with a caption about the two of you fighting? You hate the thought, but then again… you did fight. So maybe it doesn’t even matter.

The door creaks open behind you, and your heart lurches. You don’t turn around right away. You’re not ready to face him yet, not ready to see if he’s still angry or if he’s sorry or if he’s… whatever he is. You’re not ready.

“You’re still here,” he says, his voice almost disbelieving.

You flinch, trying to wipe at your face before turning around. “I was just leaving,” you mumble, hoping he doesn’t see the tears.

“No, come here. Are you crying?”

He steps closer, his hands reaching for your face, and you try to turn away, but he’s gentle, cradling your jaw, using his thumbs to wipe away the tears you couldn’t hide. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice breaking, his touch so soft it makes your chest ache. “I didn’t mean what I said. Are you okay? Are you…” He trails off, searching your face, like he’s trying to read every thought you’re too scared to say out loud.

“Are we breaking up?” you ask, the words spilling out before you can stop them. Your voice wavers, your heart pounding so loudly you’re sure he can hear it. “Is that… is that what’s happening?”

He looks stunned, his hands falling to his sides for a moment before coming back, holding your face again. “Is that what you want?”

You shake your head quickly, too quickly, your tears starting again. “No,” you whisper. “No, I don’t.”

“That’s not what I want either,” he says, his eyes locked on yours. “I don’t want that. I don’t want to lose you.”

And just like that, the tears come harder. You try to stop them, to hold them back, but it’s no use. They spill over, hot and unrelenting, and before you know it, he’s there, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into him. You let yourself collapse against him, your face pressed into his chest, his shirt dampening with your tears.

“We’re okay,” he says, over and over, like a mantra. “We’re okay. I’ve got you.”

His hand moves to your hair, gently combing through it, soothing, grounding. “Breathe,” he whispers. “Just breathe. I’m here.” His other hand rubs slow circles on your back, and it feels like he’s trying to hold you together, like he’s piecing you back into something whole.

“I hate fighting with you,” you manage to choke out, your voice muffled against his chest.

“I hate it too,” he says. “I’m so sorry. I… I didn’t mean what I said. I was just… I don’t know. I was stupid. I’m sorry.”

You pull back slightly, just enough to look up at him. His face is so honest, looking so upset, it makes your heart ache. “I’m sorry too,” you say. “I didn’t mean… I just… I got scared.”

“Scared of what?” he asks softly, his brow furrowing in concern.

“That this was it,” you admit, the words tumbling out in a rush. “That we weren’t going to be able to fix it. That I… that I’d lose you.”

His hands cup your face again, his thumbs brushing away the new tears that spill over. “I’m yours,” he says firmly. “You’re not going to lose me. We’re okay. We’re going to be okay.”

You nod, trying to believe him, and he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment. It’s not even romantic; it’s something else. Deeper, something steadier. Reassurance. Comfort. Love.

“Let’s go inside,” he says gently. “We can… we can talk. Or not talk. But let’s get out of here, okay?”

You look around at the quiet street, the windows that feel like they’re watching. Then you nod, letting him take your hand, his grip warm and sure, and lead you back inside.

[bluzebub19]

Writer's note: First time posting my writing here! SO, since there are still barely any Mylo x reader fics, I was going to make an AI bot myself of Mylo in character.ai. But I wrote the greetings thing too long so I thought I'd post it here.

Warning(s): S2 Act3 Spoilers, set within a week before Ep7 happens, slight angst?? English is not my first language. Aso a bit short?? Reader is referred to as "they/them" in the 1-2nd paragraoh and then I used "you" after. I see so many flaws here so pleade correct me if you can, thank you!

Pairing(s): Mylo x reader

Summary: After a strange anomaly sends you, Ekko, Jayce, and Heimerdinger, spiraling into an alternate version of your world, you find yourself in a place that feels both familiar and foreign. But how are you supposed to feel when the very person you thought you lost forever, walks into the room, alive and well? (With a silly, dorky mustache)

The hum of faint music filled the small room as they scribbled on a piece of paper, a soft chuckle escaping their lips as your alternate self hummed along to the tune. The box of decorations sat neatly by the table beside you, ready to be delivered to the Last Drop for Powder’s party preparations, just ahead of the Innovators Competition that everyone was looking forward to. Everything seemed fine—until it wasn’t.

A sharp pain suddenly pierced through their head, and the world around them spun violently. The ringing in their ears drowned out the music as the paper and pen slipped from their hands. They stumbled, catching sight of the box toppling over before darkness overtook them.

When you opened your eyes, you were... somewhere else. Somewhere familiar but at the same time, entirely unfamiliar. One moment, you were with Jayce, Ekko, and Heimerdinger near the hexgates, staring at the strange anomaly. The next, memories flash before you then everything had gone white, and now you were here—wherever here was.

You blinked rapidly, your mind racing as you tried to process what had just happened. You're not sure if you're still at home or where the others are. So many questions playing in your mind, to the point you felt the whole world was spinning around, and you felt sick because of it.

You tried to balance yourself as you hold on to the table. You glanced around, taking in the worn furniture and scattered decorations. It was like looking into a half-remembered dream. Your chest tightened as you caught sight of your reflection in a cracked mirror. The person staring back at you wasn’t exactly who you remembered. Your attire was softer, less utilitarian than the hardened look you'd adopted in your own timeline. It was as if this version of you belonged to a world that hadn’t been ripped apart by chaos.

Before you could process further, a knock on the doorframe snapped you out of your daze as you jolted. “Hey, ya ready to go? Or is the box too heavy for the madame?” The voice was unmistakable. You froze, your gaze slowly shifting toward the figure leaning against the doorway. Mylo.

He grinned, his lopsided smile framed by that fake elegant accent he always used when he was trying to be funny. “I can carry it for my lady,” he added, exaggerating the words with a playful bow before breaking into a chuckle.

Your heart stopped. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. His face—so recognizeable, even it's been almost a decade since you saw him alive. How? How was he here, smirking at you as if nothing had happened? As if he hadn’t died in the explosion that tore your group apart? You had mourned him, carried the weight of his absence like a huge stone in your chest. Yet here he stood. It was the Mylo you remembered—the one from your timeline. He still had the same cocky, playful energy, but there were differences. Like how he's older, as if he had the chance to grow up, a stupid looking mustache and sideburns, as well as a different tone in his voice. Regardless, it was still him. It was still Mylo.

He tilted his head, his smile faltering as your stunned silence dragged on. “Or… is now not the right time?" He glanced around awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “You okay? You’re… staring at me like I’ve got three heads.”

Your chest ached as memories of him flooded your mind—his snarky comments, his whole bravado of masking the insecurities he’d never admit to, the way he’d always tried to prove himself to feel like he had a place in the group. Others may havve not noticed those signs, but you did. You were all too familiar with it. And then, the memory of that night. The night the explosion happened and he… died. A part of you had been buried alongside him that day, and yet, here he was, alive and breathing, standing before you like the universe was playing some cruel joke.

He was frustrating at most times, sure, but you missed him more than you ever admitted. Even to yourself.

Might do Claggor soon too, both are such handsome fellas 🤭 Idc what you think about Mylo and his mustache, I love him

[mariacrow]

Hi! Can I request bayverse bumblebee celebrating reader's birthday? Just really fluffy unlimited attention that they haven't gotten from anyone else in years 🙏 I ask cuz it was my birthday recently and I've been feeling pretty down about everything 😔 Thanks! ❤️

Sweetheart, I know exactly how you feel. I am so sorry to hear this… I know I made a schedule for the requests but I need to write this first! 💛

I hope you enjoy honey and happy birthday! 🥳🐝

❁ Bumblebee x reader ❁

2nd person

angst and fluff

female reader

takes place after Transformers: The Last Knight

takes place in the reader’s backyard and garage

bad mood on your birthday, comfort, gifts

Bumblebee was so excited for your birthday. He could barely go into stasis the previous night. He spent the whole night in the garage, making you a gift. Being the clumsy bot he is, he was making a lot of noise and a lot of mess despite being as careful as possible. He was trying his best not to wake you up because then you’d come to check on him and the surprise would be ruined.

Unfortunately, around 3am, he knocked down A WHOLE ASS SHELF in your garage. The tall metal structure banged on the floor and made the whole house shake. As he started panicking, he was turning around and knocking down more stuff, trying to pick it up along with everything that fell off of it.

Soon he could hear your footsteps approaching. With no room to transform into a car due to all the mess, he was stuck. You opened the garage door and to his surprise, in your sleepy state, you couldn’t see properly due to your blurry sight.

“Bee…? You okay in there…?” you asked while rubbing your eye and yawning. You were so cute with your messy hair and twisted pajamas.

“Mhm mhm!” he buzzed while trying to hide the unfinished gift behind his back along with all the mess.

“Why aren’t you in stasis…?” you were almost sleep walking, you probably won’t remember half of this in the morning.

He looked around in panic and awkwardly shrugged, mimicking what would sound like “I don’t know”

“Mmmrr okay… See you in the morning then, goodnight…” as you went back to bed.

He ex vented in relief as he, now calmly, started putting everything where it belongs.

He only got a couple of hours of stasis when he finished with your birthday present. But it was just enough for him. He woke up happier than ever! He was impatiently walking around your backyard waiting for you to wake up while holding your birthday gift behind his back.

But you were nowhere to be found… You didn’t spread your curtains and happily say good morning like you always do… You didn’t play loud music while doing your morning routine…

He was getting worried. Then he saw you in the kitchen, eating your breakfast as if someone is holding a gun to your head. He bowed and tapped on your backyard door.

You smiled a little and waved at him. He waved back and gestured you should come out. And you did. Dragging your feet and lazily opening the backyard door.

He immediately grabbed you and started spinning you around in his safe grasp while mimicking the tune of the birthday song.

“Bee! Wait- ahh! Hahaha!” you couldn’t help but laugh. He was so joyful.

He brought you closer to his face plate and nuzzled his muzzle against your cheek, as if he was kissing you. You gave him a hug, “Ahh! That tickles!” you giggled.

He then looked at you with wide sparkling optics. But then his expression softened as he noticed you aren’t as excited as you’re supposed to.

“What’s the matter…?” he asked over the radio.

“Nothing, just.. I don’t know. I’m not used to all this… My mood always hits rock bottom when my birthday comes…”

He let out a low, sad buzz as he gently rubbed your back with his digit.

“But— it’s your— special day!”

“I know, Bee… I’m trying to think that way too…”

“Please… Don’t be— sad…”

He made you smile. Your puppy eyes made him melt. Another low buzz rumbled in his chassis as he brought you closer to his face plate again, closing his optics as he snuggled.

“You’re right…” you cupped his precious face, “I should enjoy this day. With you…”

He nodded like a little kid as his optics filled with excitement.

“I made— something— for you.” he said as he finally showed you what he was holding behind his back all along.

It was a bouquet of 5 flowers made out of wires poked in a metal plate and tied from underneath along with a butterfly and a bumblebee. It wasn’t perfect but you could definitely figure what it was.

You gasped and covered your mouth. You were speechless, taking it and carefully holding it.

“Bee… You made this…?” tears almost filled your eyes.

He nodded. He pointed at the butterfly and then at you. He then pointed at the bumblebee and then at himself.

“Oh! I get it! The butterfly is me and the bumblebee is you!” you said happily.

He rapidly nodded again, it seemed as if he was smiling.

“I… I’m speechless! This is the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten!” joy and gratitude was written all over your face. It made his young spark melt.

“Anything— for you— Y/N.”

“So that’s why you were making a mess in the garage last night!” you laughed as you figured.

He rubbed the back of his helm as he innocently shrugged, looking like this: “😅”

“Oh, my dearest Bee- WOAH!”

He suddenly transformed which made you laugh as you found yourself in the driver’s seat of the Chevy with the creative sculpture in your lap (which will proudly stand in your bedroom).

“Now let’s— go get— a birthday cake!”

“Hell yeah!”

He floored it through the garage, again knocking down some stuff, mostly flowerpots.

“BEE!!!” to which he laughed.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Buzzbuzz~” which sounded like “maybe”.

“What do you mean “maybe”? You silly!” you playfully kicked him to which he made you jolt in your seat.

You kept nudging him while laughing as he was making you bounce in the driver’s seat. All that matters to him is your happiness, your smile, your laugh… Your laugh is like music to his audio receptors.

“I love you, Bee… to Cybertron and back!”

“Nooo— I love you— more!”

“Nu-uh! I love YOU more!”

“Nu-uh!” he imitated you.

And you went on and on while enjoying the ride to the local bakery. He really made you feel special, like a princess. You are his princess after all and he wants only the best for you. His spark aches when you’re sad… Especially on a day like this!

Of course he turned on the radio. You sang along and enjoyed the fun ride.

Of course the cake was yellow with sunflowers and bumblebees. He convinced you to buy candles too. Back at home, in the backyard, he prepared a little picnic for you. He placed a blanket on the grass and prepared the cake. He hummed the birthday song’s tune for you again.

“Make a wish darling~” he used a movie quote.

When you blew out the candles he clapped for you and squeezed you in his arms which almost made you lose your breath.

He fed you, played with your hair, nuzzled into your neck, gently swayed you from side to side to the music… He really made you feel like the only person on the planet. A lonely butterfly dancing with a happy bumblebee.

His one and only.

Dividers belong to @patches-1105 , @lostsozai , @cute-sushi-roll 💛

[thewritergremlin-rae]

Finding Your Forever Home

Part 1 - Home

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Mutant!Reader (a little slice of Steve/Sam) Characters: Bucky, Reader, OFC, Steve, Sam Rating: E Words: 2,815 Content: 2nd person, omegaverse au, mute reader, AFAB reader, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), heat sex, unprotected sex (p in v), knotting Summary: Your heat is on its way so you take off to visit the only other member of your pack. Your Alpha, James.

Neither of you know what fate is getting ready to throw at you. Ao3: HERE Notes: Omegaverse AU. Post Winter Soldier - Bucky is running around keeping his distance and trying to remember himself.

The Avengers are a pack. This includes - A!Steve, A!Tony, BSam, B!Natasha, B!Clint, O!Bruce, Thor and Loki. Thor and Loki are not exactly omegaverse dynamics but we'll get into that in a later part.

Reader had their vocal chords removed but does not remember howhow/why/any of it.

I have so much world building I want to word vomit but this is it for now.

Banners by cafekitsune

You waved to grab Miss Jones’ attention as the kids filed out of their last class on a Friday afternoon, heading to the common area or their rooms for the free time they had before dinner. 

She smiled, looking happy but with an edge of exhaustion, like she was ready for the weekend. Even if she still had to help watch the kids, you knew from experience that weekend duty was easier than weekday teaching. “Do you need something, dear?” Miss Jones asked, soft voice carrying as she paused her tidying to give you her full attention. 

You typed out the words on your phone before showing her the note; ‘I’m heading to a friend’s place for the next few days, do you need anything?’

Miss Jones continued to smile, considering the question. “Hmmm, no, I think we’re set for the weekend. Are you going to be ok, though? Your heat is coming up.” 

Living in, essentially,  a mutant boarding school, the teachers needed to know when everyone’s heats and ruts fell, as far as possible, to avoid any accidental triggering of each other or dubious consent going on between teenagers. You had to admit, the teachers had a hell of a job in just doing that, never mind having to try to keep everyone’s powers under reasonable control and teach them all.

You nodded, face heating a little. Oh, your ‘friend’ would definitely help you with that. Kind of hard to explain, though, that you’d found an Alpha from your pack who didn’t want any paper trails leading back to him. 

Lacking the ability to physically speak was the least of your problems in explaining that one.

Miss Jones pinned you with a steady gaze, the moments ticking by before she chuckled softly. “Sometimes, I forget how all grown up you are now. But just keep us updated, alright?” You nodded and gave her a brief hug before grabbing your bag from the back of the class and heading towards the garage. 

Soon on your motorbike, you hit the road, enjoying the freedom of the ride. You parked in a familiar city car park, ducking into a bathroom to change out of your leathers. Still another 10 minutes to go until you reached James' place, winding through alleyways and shortcuts, avoiding main streets and their CCTV to reach the back of an apartment building. The fire exit loomed high above, but instead you directed the wind around you to lift you to James’ window. 

You knocked using the pattern you’d decided on during the last visit. The slight twitch of a curtain was the only indication of life in the apartment before James’ fingers unlocked the window and slid it open. You floated in, hearing him close and lock the window once more as you took your boots off and carefully set your socked feet on the thin carpet. 

You released a breath you’d been holding before James’ scent hit you and he wrapped you up in his arms - your feet leaving the floor again. 

You wrapped your arms around him, relaxing in his hold and tangling your fingers in his hair, stroking gently.

He buried his nose in your neck and breathed in deeply, a quiet groan escaping him. “Omega- You’re close,” he huffed, concern coming across gruff as he nipped your shoulder. 

You squirmed in his arms, knowing that his close proximity  had your heat speeding up. You pinched his shoulder and he carefully put you down. ‘Tomorrow’, you signed at him. He didn’t look entirely convinced but relented, crossing to the fridge. “Good thing I stocked up on food.” 

But his face twisted into disappointment when he glanced across at his poor excuse for a bed. You’d never complained about it, knowing the thin mattress stemmed from his inability to deal with anything too soft.. Already half a step ahead of him, you emerged from the cupboard with an armful of a blanket, a spare pillow, and some of his shirts. 

He chuckled softly. “Those were in the laundry basket for a reason, doll.” 

You shrugged, looking perfectly happy; that just meant they smelt more like him. You dumped them on the mattress and started to arrange them into a comfortable pile, nuzzling into them and drowning yourself in his scent. 

James watched from behind the kitchen island as he prepared snacks, food, and drink bottles. but mostly just watched you relax and get lost in your own preparation. Your scent became more relaxed and content with each passing moment. 

You sat down in your nest, wearing only underwear and a stolen Henley, tugging James’ pant leg and patting a space next to you. “I can come in?” You nodded and tugged on his metal hand. James shirked off his clothes until he was down to his boxers and joined you on the mattress. 

You crawled into his lap, sighing contentedly as his broad arms wrapped around you - one significantly warmer than the other. “How’s everything at the school, doll?” James murmured into your hair, nuzzling and inhaling your scent. 

‘Fine, just got a couple of new kids arrived, one with telekinesis and one who can make ice-cream. She eats in class a lot.’ A few short breaths escaped you, laughing after showing him the notes app on your phone. 

“Some mutants have interesting powers, huh?” James asked. Not all mutant powers were necessarily useful. “But that must be great for a kid.” 

‘So long as she doesn’t make herself sick with it.’ You typed. ‘Or all the other kids.’ James’ warm hand settled on your back, rubbing warm, slow circles. 

“Yeah, she’ll be popular at parties, that’s for sure. Any kid would wanna invite a kid who can make ice-cream.” You nodded and put your phone away before beginning to push and tug at him. Always he easiest way to manipulate his body into what you wanted and you knew you could only do it because he allowed it. You laid on top of him and nuzzled into him, stomach fluttering with pleasure. 

Your heat was close, phantom pains warning of the cramps due to set in, but being buried in his scent after the absence of it was driving you insane. 

James’ hands drifted up and down your sides, squeezing and stroking as he buried his nose back against you. “Missed you,” he whispered, words barely audible despite the silence of the room. You nodded into his chest. Missed you too, you wanted to say, but all you could do was show him with your actions. You placed a delicate kiss over his heart, nuzzling and settling there. 

His arms squeezed gently as you buried yourself in your little bubble that smelt of James and home. 

You woke with a groan at the ache that had settled in your gut. James’ hand felt warm, already stroking absently, though you felt pretty sure he was still asleep. You tugged a blanket closer, nuzzling into the soft texture and breathing deeply.

Your mouth opened on a silent yelp as James dragged you closer. “Morning, omega.” he rumbled sleepily, nuzzling into your neck and kissing lightly along the gnarl of scars that served as the only hint of your muteness. He pawed at your stomach, rubbing soothing circles that eased the cramps and lit your nerves on fire.

Your breaths left you in heavy pants, James familiar with all the minute changes in your body. You never knew quite how, but he seemed to hear every hitch of breath no matter how silent, notice every change in temperature when your body burned for him. And, most frustratingly, knew right when you teetered on the cliff edge of an orgasm. 

But in your heats, he showed you mercy and took orgasm after orgasm until you were too exhausted to keep even one eye open. 

“Take these off, doll, you’re not gonna need them til your heat is over,” he breathed , plucking at the waistbands that already hung low on your hips. You wriggled out of them as fast as possible, the feel of the fabric only irritating the heat beneath your skin.

James caught your wrist before you tossed everything aside and dragged your clothes up to his nose. You shuddered at the deep rumble that made its way through his chest. “Fuck, doll-” He tore your clothes from your hand and tossed them aside before your back hit the mattress. He knelt on the bed, dragging you closer, your hips settling in his lap before he tugged your legs over his shoulders.

He ducked down, his warm mouth sealing hot over your clit, sucking and teasing with his tongue as his strong hands clamped over your thighs to hold you against him. Your mouth fell open in pleasure while he ravished you, sucking on your clit before his tongue licked slow paths from your cunt back to the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You squirmed to no effect but your breath hitched and caught on each desperate gulp of air to fill your lungs as your brain only grew fuzzier with pleasure. 

Your fists clenched, eyes snapping open as pleasure suddenly consumed you and your first orgasm washed over you, James’ moans vibrating through your core as you soaked him with your orgasm and the extra slick your body would need for the heat. 

Something between a groan and a growl escaped James as he licked you into a second orgasm that had you squirming and sensitive, pinching his thigh when it became too much. 

“Need to be inside you, doll.” He eased your lower half down and pushed you onto your front. You started to lift your ass, trying to get your knees beneath you but a warm hand settled on your lower back. “Not yet, jus-just stay like this-” James pushed your thighs a little wider before the heat of him engulfed your back and you could feel his thick cock filling you up. 

Home, home, home. The voice in your head chanted as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, sniffing and scenting enough to have your pussy clenching around him. You tapped the bed with your hand in a sequence that was the equivalent to a long, whiny ‘Alphaaaa’ before you signed ‘home’. 

James growled and rolled his hips, grunting and groaning into your ear. “Yeah, omega, home. Fuck- you feel so good. Almost forget how good every time.” He nipped the back of your neck, claiming you with a few harder thrusts that had your body shaking again in desperation. “Dunno how I let this sweet pussy go every time.” 

You were having similar thoughts about his cock and the knot you could feel just teasing at the entrance of your pussy. If you could just tilt your hips a little… Your eyes practically rolled back as the angle brought him deeper, James grunting and groaning above you until you felt the pressure of his knot and the relief when it pushed past your muscles.

Your body squeezed hard and desperate as you were pushed over the knife edge of pleasure, his cock hitting the perfect spot with each rut as he soon emptied himself inside you. Hot, thick ropes of cum filled you up and you couldn’t tell if you came again or if the last one had just continued for  that long. 

A heavy breath escaped as you sunk into the mattress, not caring about his weight on top of you. It felt perfect and his hands rubbed along your arms, twining your fingers with his. James didn’t always talk much but you didn’t need it when you could feel him, could hear him snuffling and kissing any skin he could reach.

It would take a while for his knot to go down but his cock stayed hard inside you. You’d never had anyone to ask about that; an Alpha’s knot was supposed to keep you two locked together but James always remained hard. He let you rest and calm a little before he whined and started rocking his hips again. 

Then he got more talkative and filthy. He nipped at your ear, claiming your attention, as if anyone else could right now. “So hot, so pretty, ‘mega. Wanna - hnn - stay inside you all heat. Fill you so much you can see it.” 

You shuddered hard as he moved, trying to move with him, but he hushed you gently. “Shh, shh, just relax. Just relax, I got ya.” His knees slid below the two of you, his hands finding your hips, claiming a few vigorous pumps of his cock before his hands found your soft belly. 

Pleasure lit up your spine like a highway, a huffed groan slipping past James’ lips as your delicious walls squeezed around his fat cock. “Gonna give you all my cum, omega. Will that make you happy?” You nodded furiously, managing to rock back a little to pull him deeper; even if there was no deeper to go, you needed it. 

James rolled his hips, starting a slow but steady pace. He held you tightly, pinning you, to claim and touch all those sensitive places inside you he’d already claimed once. He groaned out a curse, hips slapping harder against your skin as neediness and desperation claimed his actions once more. Soft growls and snarls echoing above you as he chased that second release and filled you up once more with his seed. 

He settled that time, placing gentle, loving touches to every part of you he could reach. He could smell your satisfaction, for now, and let that warm the both of you as his cock softened but his knot kept you firmly connected. 

You knew once it started to deflate that you’d be desperate for him but for now you could enjoy the satisfaction just a little longer.

You returned to the school with a bounce in your step. Sure, it would be another week or so before you could see James again, but he’d left you feeling so warmed and cared for that you still floated on cloud nine. 

Huh.

You circled an unfamiliar car in the garage, not seeing anything untoward, before heading inside. You padded through the building, looking around for Miss Jones to let her know you’d made it home. A light shone beneath her office door so you knocked and waited. The soft sound of conversation stopped and the door opened, Miss Jones peering out.

“Oh good, you made it home ok!” She gave you a quick hug before raising an eyebrow. “Friend, hmm?” Miss Jones teased and you flushed but she only continued to smile. “Make sure you have something to eat before you go to bed. We have a couple of guests here for some lectures. I’ll introduce you in the morning.” 

Curious about the guests, food and cleanliness called your name far more insistently, so you gave a nod and a wave goodbye and drifted off.

Miss Jones watched you go before closing the office door again. “Sorry about that, gentlemen! So your room will be in this area of the school, this area is for omegas only - there are signs on the door so don’t worry about accidentally wandering in.” 

“Sure, thanks!” Sam smiled at her but turned to Steve, who hadn’t said anything. He seemed lost in thought, staring at the closed office door. Or more like trying to look right through it. Laser vision was not a super soldier power, right? “Hey. Steve?” 

He jumped a little when Sam’s waving hand tore him from his head, the room coming back into focus. Good thing Steve knew how to be mindlessly polite. “Yeah, great, thank you.” 

Miss Jones was kind enough not to say anything as she led them from her office over to the room they’d be staying in until they headed back to the States. 

Sam said goodbye to her, Steve clearly just going through the motions. “What’s going on with you?” he finally asked when the door had clicked shut and the two were left to their own devices. 

“The omega that knocked on the door…” Steve murmured. There had been something familiar about the scent. He hadn’t been able to tell if it was the omega or someone else's scent on them but it tugged desperately at something he couldn’t place. “Their scent was kind of familiar but I…” Steve shook his head and sank down onto the bed. “I don’t know, I’m probably just tired.” 

Sam nodded and squeezed his shoulder. “It sounds like they live here so we’ll get a chance to meet them, might jog that old memory of yours.” He gave Steve’s head a nudge, and got a gentle hit on his leg in reply. “And we’ll find Barnes,” Sam assured him, cupping his cheek. 

Steve pressed into the touch and breathed in Sam’s calming scent. “Yeah.” Some day. 

He hoped.

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Family

Javier Pena

Javier never met your family. He didn’t know who they were or how they were. Based on past conversation he knew you loved them dearly, but god if you hadn’t left home you would have gotten yourself in a mental instituted.

“When were you going to tell me your family is in town?” I almost spit my food out. I look over to Javier confused as he looks up from his phone. “Your father just sent me a text for a dinner reservation,” He turned over the phone that had a text from an unknown number. It explained who he was and the time and place for the dinner. I looked out the cafe window taking in a deeo breath.

“I guess he checked my location” I pushed the small dessert away and leaned back cupping my coffee close.

“You share your location with your father?” I look up at him, now he was the one confused. I barely spoke to Javier about my family. The reason was more because It was a breath of fresh air everyday without them. My father was a man of buiness so naturally I seen little of him. My mother was the best part of him so she spent most of her time by his side. My siblings was either parted to be under their shadow or out on their own in another part of the world once they reached a certian age. That was the parts I didn’t tell him. I told him how my father spent any spare time he could with us. How my mother knew me the best and loved me in her own way. How I missed my siblings, cherishing the memories we had when we were small. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth.

“Not exactly” I look down again and under the table I turn off my phone. “The hotel we are staying in are some close friends so I am guessing they spoiled the news” I sent him a smile as I felt him becoming bewildered. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” I grabbed his hand from across the two person table.

“Do you want to?” I chuckle trying my damn hardest to make it seem like I was totally okay about the idea. I was hoping for a little bit more time to prepare myself. I didn’t think it was the right moment to introduce Javier to them, but then again it has been 3 years, 3 years since we have been married.

“Of course,” I squeezed his hand. “I don’t want to push you into something” I turn it over to him, maybe he will shake his head and say we could skip this dinner for another time. Maybe when we are 40, 60? Let's say 80 to be safe. I look at him hopeful. I smile as he shakes his head. But he stands up letting go of my hand. He takes out his wallet and pull out some bills before setting them on the table. He puts his wallet back and with a smooth swoop he grabs hold of my hand and pulls me up and out the double doors of the cafe. We walked down the streets of New York, our 2nd stop of this vacation. His hand makes his way across my waist to pull us closer in the cold wind. My mouth is a straight line scared to say something wrong that could lead to an argument or worse, an interigation of my family.

“Listen” He whispers as he grabs on my hips and turns me to face him. “You are going to go into this store,” He points at the one he just made us stop infront of. “You are going to pick out a pretty dress and we are goint to have dinner with your parents” I pouted. I couldn’t avoid this anymore. I look up innocently towards Javi hoping he might change his mind. He lets out a weary sigh. I move my arms around his neck as he pulls us closer by my waist. “After all these years together I learn something new about you everyday,” The pout is gone as I listen close to his words, “Tonight I want to learn where you came from,” One hand moves up to form a hair from my face. “I want to know who raised the woman I fell in love with,” He will be in for a suprise. “I want to know from their perspective who you were as a kid,” He placed a kiss on my forehead, with that I didn’t need anymore convincing. Having Javier there doesn’t sound so bad now because I know no matter what he won’t leave. “I want to show them how much I love you and just how wonderful you are to me” Yeah, I think my mother lost her crown. He is who I dreamed of and prayed for so long. Someone who takes their time to understand me.

“Okay” I smile, pulling away from him. “You had me at pretty dress” He let out a dry chuckle before I dragged him into the store.We began shopping at around 2 and as I screamed out of the dressing room to Javier he announced it was currently 4:23. I mean he should know better right? I wasn’t huge on shopping but when I am nervous I shop. I am a shop addict and currently relapsing. I know I didn’t need all those dresses currently laying beside Javier outside the dressing room but he gave me his card and I was about to go full out. “Honey, when was the reservation?” I slip into what my mind could recall being the 16th dress? And walk out the curtains to show Javier.

“6” He looks up and a huge grin appears. “I don’t care what I said a minute ago” He gets up grabbing my face and pulling me into an intense kiss. “We can forget about the dinner and go straight to the hotel bed” His hands move down to caress my curves until he reaches my hips. I bit my lip holding in the squeal he caused with such a simple action.

“I guess I can be nice enough since you are paying” I sway my hips until we are less than an inch apart. He booped my nose with a wide tooth smile.

“Nice try, I wasn’t serious” The smile died on my face and I rolled my eyes pushing him away.

“You suck!” I throw my hands up in frustration going back to the dressing room. I hear a low chuckle as he settles back on the couch outside. “I hope you enjoy dessert tonight because that is all you are getting-” The curtains fly open and close. I turn around scarred for a moment until Javier has me cornered in the dressing room. Thankfully the curtains covered the room to the floor and hooked on the side so it wouldn’t move. He hand pushed my jaw up to meet our eyes. His other hand removes the other strap I had left. His face moves to the side of my ears and he begins to nibble.

“I guess I will have early dessert than” My hands instantly move to grip his hands in anticipation. My legs rub against eachother already desprate for what he can only give me.

“Javi” I moan pushing my head back to give him more access to my neck. He moves down sucking and bitting. Its like he didn’t fuck me this morning, I could feel my panties being soaked. “Please my love” I whine lowly not wanting to make so much noise but it was impossible. He other hand move down below my back, squeezing and massaging make me let out a uneazy moaned.

“You need to be quieter mi amor” My chest pushed forward involuntarly wanting to follow his lips but when I opened my eyes to whine he was already on his knees. His calloused hands slipped under the long dress to skim up my legs at an infuriating pace. My hands move to grip his beautiful cury hair that I always find when he goes down on me, but only for him to stop them.

“You want to be funny, let's see how fun it is to handle this without something to grip” His stupid grin disapears under my dress.

“Fuck” My head is thrown back as I feel his lips make contact with my skin. My panties were not on for long after that kiss. My hand moved to the walls but I had no grip. The mirror and the wooden walls did nothing to stabalize me. His hands part my legs to give him space to move closer. Fuck, but it wasn’t enough. I could feel his warm breath close to where I needed him but as my hip moved forward a low chuckle left his lips.

“So desparate mi vida” Our moans in sync as his finger moves up to spread clit. “So wet” He hums as his tongue makes a quick and simlple swipe. One of his hands grips my thigh and moves it over his shoulder. “You better thank this pussy for making me happily hand over my card” He gives it a kiss knowing damn well I am on the verge of screaming. My hips wanted to find his lips. I didn’t care how desprate I seemed, I wanted him.

“Baby please” I whine. Fuck I could cry right now. “Forget what I said, I will give you anything tonight” Seems like that was enough reason for him to give me what I wanted right now. “Fuck amor” My hands become warm and sweaty, unable to stay put on the mirror creating a fog on my hand print. His lips started with simple licks before he starts sucking on my clit. Smooth and harshly, who was desprate now? My hand shake wanting to touch him but I couldn’t. One hand gripping the back of my thigh and the other gripped my hip. “So good Javi” I moan throwing my head back and closing my eyes. Feeling how his tough magically worked my pussy. I cover my mouth stopping a squeal of suprise. His tongue fucking my hole in a rapid pace. “Javier!”I groaned. My hands slap agaisnt the wooden and mirror, I didn’t care anymore about the noise. His grip on my skin making it more pleasureable as his pace became harsher. I felt the knot on my stomach increase. “Sigue mi amor” I moaned moving my hips unable to stay put. “You are so good to me” My voice became raspy and breathless. “My sweet husband” I scream feeling him slow our pace but eachtime he fucked his tongue in hard and long. “Fucking hell!” I was cumming. My head moved unable to accept such ecstasy. My nails in pain trying to grip something and my legs shaking. He pushed it wider as he continued to fuck me with his tongue. My hips moving shamfully around his face. I didn’t care if he could breath and by the looks of it, he didn’t either. “Fuck” I let out a long await sigh. My hip jumps unable to resist it as Javier pulls out his tongue and begins to lick my sensative clit.

“I don’t think I need dessert anymore” I chuckle looking down at him still under the dress. I push his head back, not letting him finish. “This was sweet enough for today” I rolled my eyes, grabbing my panties from the floor and throwing them inside my purse. I get out some wipes I had because we weren’t strangers to fucking in public and other suprising places. I looked over to him once I was done and laughed. “What?” He asked, trying to move in to give me a kiss. I place a hand on his chest shaking my head. “Do I have something in my face?” He grins, moving his face side to side. I pull out another wipe and grab his jaw.

“I should let you walk out like that” I warned, unable to stay serious when his eyes stared down at me. Like he wanted to fuck me and god did I want him to.

“And show them how proud I am to be able to have you like this? Make them jealous? I would walk out their head high” I grab his jacket stopping him from walking out.

“Shut up” I finish wipping his face and turn to throw it in the trash. “Now get out and pay for the dress” I let the dress slip out and throw it at him.

“What about the rest outside?” He asks, confused. I sit down on the chair as I start to get dressed again.

“Pick your favorite and leave the rest” I shurg standing back again and move to push him out the dressing room. “We are going to be late” He looks down to check his watch and nods.

“How the hell am I supposed to choose just one?” He groans, turning over to look down at the pile of dresses. I chuckle closing the curtains and getting back to getting dressed. We only had about an hour to get to the hotel,get ready, and meet my family at the restaurant by 6. Thankfully we didn’t get distracted and stood infront of the building 12 minutes after the reservation.

“Name?” The host spoke tiredly as we walked up to the stand. I tell him the name on the reservation and with wide eyes he looks up quickly. “I apologise, I didn’t-” I shake my head

“Everything is okay” I smile. He whispers okay and motions us to follow him. We walked behind him past the crowded dining room and up the stairs to the roof.

“I hope you enjoy dinner with the stars” The host says before opening the glass double doors for us to enter.

“Your father went all out tonight” I looked around the place, just like I remembered it. Window walls and an open skylight. Candles, flowers and every other greenary surrounding the table on the roof. Of course each one of them were empty except for one overlooking the city.

“He tends to do that for people” I hope he didn’t notice the poison that came out with those words. One thing about my father is that he likes to impress. He likes to show how much wonder there is in the world, but never to his family. I turned over looking at Javier eyeing everything he could. “Are you ready?” It was finally time. Time to share Javier with people who felt entitled to everything.

“Yes” I grab on to his extended hand and with a deep inhale we start walking towards the table. I noticed my mother and father laughing and two people sitting infront of them with red wine already in their hands.

“You have to been fucking kidding me” I whispered. It almost made me want to turn around a leave but it was too late once I heard my fathers voice.

“There you are! We never got an answer so we came blindly here” He moves closer giving me a hug.

“Seems like you brought back up just incase” I look over to the poeple sitting infront of them who hadn’t turned around yet.

“Be nice,” My father warned as he pulled away. “You must be Javier” He smiles, going straight for a hug which Javier welcomes. I held in a laugh knowing he wasn’t one to hug.

“Nice to meet you sir, I-”

“No need for formalities, we are family afterall” He laughs patting him in the back before guiding him to the table. “Well I think soon enough we will be, I hope?” Javiers eyes fine mine, unable to hide the confusion. I shake my head moving over to my mothers side.

“Hi mami, I’ve missed you” She hugs me and pulls me over to look at their guest. “It's wonderful to have you two reunited isn’t it?” She smiles looking over to me, giving me a shake. “This is Javier, the man who finally got through this one” I give a fake smile pushing off of her hold. “Nice to finally meet you Javier” She says, taking her seat once again. Before Javier could respond we heard the chair screech beside him. He was currently standing on the other side of the table with my father and someone he will get to know pretty well is not at all a good person.

“The imfamous DEA agent who took down Escobar” She smiles widely, going in to wrap her arms arond his neck and pulling him into a hug. “My name is Amelia, I am the cousin” She pulls away, dragging her hands as slow as possible down his chest before turning over to me with a fake smile. “Nice to see you again”

“Likewise” I smile. I turned over to her husband standing next to her “How have you been Ezra?” I shake his hand as he sends over a smile.

“Company is going great so I can’t complain”

“That's wonderful, how are the kids?” I look over hearing Amelia start her own conversatin with Javier and my parents.

“Wonderful” He lets out a happy exhale. “They always say they grow too quickly but you don’t know it until it happens to you” My face softens hearing how much love he has for his kids. “Tell me you are staying for Lucy’s birthday this saturday”

“Oh yes! You should sweetie, you can introduce Javier to the whole family” My mother pitches into the conversation. I looked over seeing how uncomfortable Javier was.

“I would love to but we only have this trip planned until thursday” Javier looks at me giving me a look. I know what he wanted me to do but I gave him an innocent look faking like I didn’t understand what he was eyeing me to do. “We are on a schedule and everything is booked and paid for” Javier takes this time to walk over to my side and pull out a chair for me. My hand is itching to shake their hands goodbye already.

“Well that is no problem” My father exlaims as we all took our seats around the table. I see him pull out his phone already knowing what he was going to do.

“You don’t have-”

“Don’t be proud” My mother taps my hand lovingly, atleast that's what I know she meant. “Your father is doing something nice so be greatful” I shake my head forcing out a smile.

“There. The best planes,hotels, and activites booked for a later date” I feel Javier squeeze my hand under the table. His gentle touch reminded me I could take a deep breath in and allow things to happen. It wasn’t the end of the world, yet. “So Javier-” The conversation continued without a stop. We ordered our food and as it camed I couldn’t believe how easy it was for Javier to smooth into my family. I stayed quiet, watching the reaction radiate from their faces as Javier spoke about his DEA days. My eyes caught my fathers and his gentle smile could have fooled me. “So you went from a respected DEA hero to now becoming a rancher?”

“Dad,” I warned him. I place my fork down that I have been using to poke around the food on my plate.

“Honey,” My mother says warmly, placing her hand ontop of mine. “He is just asking questions a concerned father would,” I shake my head, removing my hand from her hold. I have seen these conversations start like this millions of times and all those times it has ended in chaos. I go to push my chair back to stand but it doesn’t budge. I look over, noticing Javiers hand grabbing on to it.

“Yes sir. I work in my fathers ranch in Texas. Peacefully and wellfinanced” He turns over to me giving me a reassuring look. “A place we both love,” I look down with a smile admiring how well he responded. “A place I hope to raise a family in” If I had food in my mouth I would have choked, just like my mother did.

“You two aren’t even married, what kind of life would those kids have out of wedlock?” I hear the taunting in Amelia’s voice saying what my parents' eyes were wanting to say.

“I have seen people in marriages who don’t prioritize their kids,” I turn to give her an obvious look “So as long as the parents love them, that will be enough. No need for a piece of paper”

“Well of course you do!” My mother says. “If not for the kids then for your family” She turns over to her father who nods agreeing. “What would people say?” I feel the tense twitch in Javier’s hand.

“My daughter will start a family the right way” There we go. My father always waited for a sign to continue and the dislike in my mother tone gave him the go ahead. “I gave her the privilege of attending the best schools and best programs to improve her career” I take in a deep breath, “I am even allowing her to live in a ranch-”

“Which is below us already” My mother adds

“No daughter of mine will put that humilation on my name, but I am allowing it because one day she will come to terms that it is not a place she belongs” I wanted to slam my fist on the table and tell them off but I watched the reaction on Javiers face. Jaw tense, eyes burning, and his other hand in a fist. “You will be back to claim your position in my company where you belong” He says calmly. He leans back satistficed with his words. With a simple nod I stand up still grabbing onto Javiers hand.

“I am where I belong,” I stare deeply into my parents eyes. I didn’t owe Amelia an explanation to waste energy on her. “I am grateful for everything you have provided me but since day one I told you I wanted nothing to do with it. I took business classes, marketing, and even majored in electrical engineering to make you happy but never promised to step foot in your company” I let out the breath I was holding in. “I have built my own name no matter how small it is compared to yours” I grab my things ready to turn around and leave.

“Fine,” My mother stands up in her spot. “If you walk out those doors you will be leaving this family for good. You have always been an ungrateful girl. When you decided to leave after graduating from college. Take that job in teaching.” She huffs, shaking her head. “Deciding to move to Colombia of all places, but you know what your worst disappointment of all was?” She walks around the corner of the table to stand in front of me. “Choosing a man who probably only wants you for your money, you will see once you marry him that he would take the first opportunity and dump you” My eyes threaten to fill with tears, how wouldn’t such words hurt? They were my mothers. I walk closer not wanting to give her that satisfaction of seeing me cry or flich at her intimidation.

“He hasn’t done it yet, and he has had 3 years to do so,” Her eyes widened in shock. “And I know he wouldn’t take the first chance to run because I choose to marry him for love” I adore my parents, they work well together but one thing I would never forget is what my mother told me at a young age. I walked closer whispering in her ear, “You married my father for his money, because you wanted a better life. I have a better life because of him, I don’t need the money” I pull back seeing her mouth shut at my confession.

“You will see once you have children that they deserve better” I turn around angrily.

“My children will have the best of both of us,” I say, holding on to Javiers hand. “That's all they need” I turned around to walk away but I couldn’t end it like this. I turned to look at Javier who gave me a look. A look I can always count on when I am in a hard place. A look that tells me he is with me every step of the way. So I stop in my tracks and turn around one last time. “I hope they get the chance to meet their grandparents one day.” I look over to my father who has blank eyes as his hands hold on to the table. “You know where to find me” Holding tightly for support I walk out the restaurant with Javier. As we step outside I stop looking up. The sun was now gone and the stars in full display. I close my eyes feeling the wind hit my face letting in cold air through my lungs. My shoulder drops, feeling the weight of worry fall. I no longer had to carry my parents guilt, I no longer had to hide them from the person I love most. “Can we go to a bar?” I turn my head a bit watching Javier looking at me.

“Sure Paris Hilton,” He snatchs my hand up again with a smile leaning us to a bar close by. “Why didn’t you tell me who your parents were around here?” He asked calmly.

“Because if I started talking about them and what they did you would want to meet them and you saw how that went” I say in a monotone voice. Suddenly I realised I didn’t feel the slight tug on my heart when I spoke about them. It didn’t hurt anymore.

“Hey” He pulls me back, placing his hand on my back pulling me close. “I’m sorry if I pushed you to do this” His hand instantly grabs my face making me focus on him.

“It was bound to happen one day” I kissed the palm of his hand enjoying his company, or more so that he didn’t run away after all of that. “They always had closed opinions and that is the main reason I am happy to have found you” I smile wrapping my arms around his neck. “I hate to say it but it's Karma to them” I look up proudly at him. I peck his lips quikly and pull away. “Come on let's get you something to drink” I motioned for him to continue walking. “You can have a drink for me too, since I can’t have any for another couple of months” I hear a snicker from behind me before he shows up beside me with a

grin.

“You were the one begging for it” I turned slightly, giving him a hit on the shoulder.

“Shut up! You were the one begging for it” I rolled my eyes walking a bit faster and into the bar. “Order me the usual” I tell him heading into the bathroom. I watch as he goes up the bar and with a stupid loving smile I go in. As I finish my business I hear my phone ringing. “Hello?” I answer without looking at the caller id.

“Hey,” My head lifted up, shocked and a little embarrassed. “Listen, I just wanted to see how you were going and let you know that I support you,” His voice was low, probably hiding from Amelia.

“Thanks Ezra. Everything is fine,” I try to sound happier. “I will even be there saturday”

“Really?! That's great, I am glad everything is okay” I don’t know why it came out but it was too late to take it back. I finish talking with Ezra and with a last look at the mirror I walk out. Nerves start to hit once again as I catch Javier’s eyes. With a smile nod he points at his glass. Those nerves went straight to the trash as I know that I have nothing to worry about.

“This is my third one mi vida” he puts the glass down proudly.

“And your last” I grin leaning back on my seat. I look in front of me and my usual plate is there.

“Okay, I have to get my precious family home safe” he smiled looking over at me. At that moment I was sure of my actions. I hated to end things like that with my parents but that’s it how it was supposed to end I guess. As I look over to Javier who was explaining something he read in a baby book about eating too much spicy food I get up from my chair and take a seat on his lap. It was my own family I needed to take care of now.

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Gone Missing - Chapter 1

Okay so this took me way too long to write! I decided to try and write it in first person but also still keep it neutral enough that a reader could place themselves in the story? I may scrap this and go back to 2nd or 3rd person we shall see! Sooo let me know what you think! Only other warning I have is I didn't proof read this and quickly put it together.

But uhh essentially you're Adam's sibling and he's been missing for three days too many so you do what any sensable human would do and go to the police station to report him missing. Dectective Hoffman is on the case ;3

It had been three days. Three days wondering where in the world my brother, Adam had gotten up to. I sighed, checking my phone for what felt like the hundredth time today. Still no callback. Maybe Adam just got busy, I thought trying to reassure myself that he was fine. The last time we spoke he told me about some ex cop that was paying him pretty good money, so maybe he was just busy with that?

“I can’t do this anymore!” I exclaimed, standing up to grab my coat.

I quickly locked the door to my apartment and headed out. I needed to stay calm, but my mind raced with too many thoughts to grab hold of anything. As I walked and held my phone close; Adam had exactly 20 minutes to call me before I reported him as a missing person. I knew he would be angry, but I couldn’t lose him. He was the only family I had left.

The autumn air was crisp as I started to walk along the street. Cars and people passed by continuing on their way. Their world continued to move forward while it felt like mine froze. I could feel a lump growing in my throat as I pushed the door open to enter the Metropolitan Police Department.

The front was unremarkable dead. A small lobby with a few chairs and a main desk with an officer to greet you. Taking a deep breath, I approached the desk mentally preparing to deal with whatever bullshit these guys could throw at me. As long as they help me find him that’s all that matters. 

“Name and case number?” the voice asked.

“Uhh… I don’t have one?” I answered, earning a sigh and annoyed glance from the man behind the desk.

Normally this man wouldn’t have bothered me so much. I would just sass him back and yet I couldn’t bring myself to do that. 

“You don’t have a name?” the cop asked a little louder, gaining some attention from people behind him.

“I have a name, but I don’t have a case number.” I responded, feeling my chest tighten. “I… need to file a missing persons case.”

“Sweetie people go missing every day in this town, you sure they didn’t just dump you?”

Anger, confusion, sadness. Each one leaving as quickly as it came. I couldn’t understand how walking into a police station was such a problem. The man behind the desk examined me, seeming to want to say something else before another man in a suit walked up. The two officers exchanged words briefly before the man in the suit walked over. I clenched my jaw, I knew I shouldn’t have come here. I would have better luck finding Adam myself than trusting these people.

“Detective Hoffman,” the man called, extending his rather large hand out to me.

“_________ Stanheight,” I answered, taking his hand into my own. 

He had a strong, but gentle handshake as he gestured to the chairs in the lobby. If this had been a regular day, I would have been having to contain my emotions as I looked over the detective. He had the brightest blue eyes and a nice smile. He wasn’t ripped like other cops, but he definitely seemed to be in shape. I just hoped he could help me find Adam.

“I couldn’t help but overhear,” Detective Hoffman said, gesturing towards the front desk. “What makes you think someone is missing?”

“I don’t think anyone is missing. I know my brother Adam is missing. We talk everyday and now I can’t get in touch with him,” I huffed, my annoyance starting to grow as the detective nodded, pulling a notebook out of his pocket.

“Adam huh? How long has it been since you spoke? Could he just not have his phone?” he asked, earning a glare from me.

“It’s been three days. Look, I know he’s missing. We talk everyday. And one of your officers hired him to follow some doctor--” I snapped before he cut me off.

“One of our officers?” 

“Yes! Some old guy-- Bob Tapp? I think?” I exclaimed, mentally kicking myself for not getting the name when Adam had originally told me.

“Detective Tapp? But he’s dea--” the original guy from the desk started to say before Hoffman cut him off.

“All the more reason to take their information,” he said sharply.

“D-dead?” I stammered, my eyes widening. “No, you have to be mistaken, Adam just got hired by this guy.”

Everything around me felt like it was spinning. If the guy that hired Adam was dead-- no Adam couldn’t be dead. My thoughts grew louder and I couldn’t focus. Time seemed to freeze. I could feel tears filling my eyes before I felt a strong, but firm touch on my shoulder bringing me back to reality for a moment.

“Hey, I need you to calm down. We will do everything we can to find your brother,” Hoffman said firmly.

“He can’t die,” I whispered, trying desperately to stop the flood gates trying to open. “He’s… the only family I have left.”Hoffman’s face softened briefly and he nodded like he understood what I felt. I needed to calm down. I needed to give him the information. But I also desperately needed to go out and start my own search. It felt like the wind had been knocked from beneath my sails and yet all I could do was focus on one singular thought: Adam could be in serious danger.

[deareststars]

General relationship hcs for Cyrus, Drayden, Grimsley, Colress with gn s/o?

pt 2 to this request!

characters: grimsley (gen v), colress (gen v)

content: gn reader, established relationship, feel-good stuff w/ angst in grimsley's hcs. reader is an elite 4 member in grimsley's hcs, and an antagonist in colress'.

tw: discussion of grimsley's gambling addiction at the beginning of his section, and reader's depression at the very end. nothing graphic, but symptoms are mentioned.

GRIMSLEY

you meet grimsley when you take his place as a member of the elite 4. you're worried that, even though he stepped down, he'll be resentful...but he's too preoccupied with the fact that you're the most gorgeous person he's ever met in his entire life.

be prepared to spend a lot of time keeping him away from the casinos. while he's gotten better at curbing his addiction, there are plenty of moments where he'll relapse, and relies heavily on you to help him maintain his streak.

it's heartbreaking to watch grimsley's confidence and charisma drain away at the sight of a casino. you pat his face, trying to get him to turn toward you, but he can't take his eyes off the shining lights. "just one spin?" he asks out loud. he's far away on his own plane of existence. you step in front of him and get in the way of the casino, moving your head to block his view. "you've been doing so well," you say. "i'm here for you. you're strong. you're capable. you can do this." with your words, he pulls himself out of this daze, and takes your hand so tightly your fingers start to grow numb. "thank you," he says, his voice quiet.

lots of words. just from those brief moments in the games, you can tell that he's got a lot of control over what he says. he tells you every day without fail how much you mean to him. and when you're proud of winning a battle, or upset at a close loss, he's always there to praise you no matter what.

he has a competitive streak. when you show up to watch his surfing competitions, he's a completely different person. taunts, playful jabs, everything he can muster to secure at least secures 2nd place. he brightens when he sees you, and you have to yell at him to focus on the water. (he's almost wiped out once or twice because he's just so enamored by your presence.)

he also knows what it means to be in a dark place mentally. when you stress, when you get anxious, when depression takes its hold—he never says anything because he knows that words don't always make it through. so he'll just sit there with you, and quietly talk about his day, and ask you what you want for the future. just little reminders that no matter what, this too will pass.

grimsley knows exactly where to find you when he gets home and all of the lights are off. with quiet footsteps, he opens the door to your bedroom, and finds you huddled against the bed, eyes unseeing. he leaves for a few moments, and comes back with two cups of hot chocolate. he sets them down on a small platter in front of you, then sits next to you, touching as much of you as he can without being on top of you. you shift a little, and he smiles. "hey, lovebird," he says. "we have that fancy date at the restaurant in a week. i'm sure you're going to look absolutely ravishing in the outfit you've picked out. they have your favorite foods, too." you don't respond, but you do lean your head onto his shoulder. he wraps an arm around you, and continues to ramble about the things he has planned for the next week. it hurts him, in every part of his body, to see you like this, but he knows better than anyone how much of a struggle it is to even get out of bed. so he leans close to you, his lips almost touching your ear. "you made it out of bed today," he whispers. "i love you." you nod. things will get better soon.

COLRESS

you joined team plasma before he did. in charge of biotechnical advancements and acting as the organization's resident "nurse joy," it was only a matter of time before your paths crossed.

he's enamored by your intellect. you can keep up with his (admittedly crazy) ideas, and he's found that a lot of the things he's invented are credited to you, too.

colress writes everything down. ideas, notes, observations. it's frustrating but overwhelmingly human to find that you make your way into everything he writes.

"today, team plasma finalized our plans for the plasma frigate. (y/n) looked like the epitome of power standing atop the deck. i have no doubt in my mind that they will stand steadfast against the trials and tribulations put forth by the pokemon league..." colress stops immediately. he almost throws his pen across the room, but composes himself with a deep breath. how can he be this obsessed with a person? there must be something wrong. a quiet knock on the door interrupts his thoughts. "come in," he says, and immediately regrets it as you step into the room. "doctor colress, i'd like to get your feedback on a new device," you say, a smile lighting up your features. "do you have a moment?" his mouth grows dry. oh, there's absolutely something wrong with him.

you have to make the first step. colress would never in a million years admit that he's succumbed to the human folly of falling in love. even when you say something, he immediately jumps into analysis, only stopping when he sees the way your face falls.

a relationship with him is. a learning curve. between team plasma and his own research, there's little to no time to go on dates. he'd rather drop dead than let lord ghetsis catch wind of this new relationship.

but he still makes time for you. in little ways. through small notes and gifts left on your desk. your name etched into the smallest of crevices in the inventions the two of you make. and when the hero defeats team plasma, and everyone scatters, that's when he decides that he's had enough of this life.

"so, this is it," you say as you hoist a bag over your shoulder. "what are you going to do now, doctor colress?" it's become a term of endearment, the two of you calling each other "doctor" even though there was no need once you got beyond a certain stage, but he finds it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. "it's not doctor colress anymore," he says with a faint smile. "i think i'll stay here. continue my research on pokemon. however...i don't wish to continue harming them. maybe we'll find other ways of enhancing their natural strength." you tilt your head to the side. "we?" he nods. he extends a hand out to you, even though you've already discarded your lab coat and badge. "what do you say? will you continue on the path of new discovery with me?" for a moment, he's scared that you'll say no. for a moment, he's terrified that your relationship started and ended with team plasma. but you take his hand and drop your bag. "always and forever," you say with a bright smile. "let's change the world together."

[noname-nonartist]

Okay, dude, I need to ask

WHAT does Megumi mean by what he thought about HONAMI????

Heheheheheeee~

Time for another pjsk+jjk AU Lore droppppp~ X3c

(Explaination under the cut)

TW: Topic contains suicide/suicidal thoughts

Hmmm where to beginnnnnn…

Okay! Gonna fast forward some explanation/context!

So like I have it so Megumi form a pseudo-unit group with Yuuji, Junpei, and Yuuta, right? (It should be note that only Yuuji is aware of Megumi’s Sekai, not Yuuta or Junpei)

Well.

The group broke up lol (by the end of the 2nd Arc Ender, timeline wise).

It’s due to a couple of things why the group didn’t work out, however, the final straw was when Yuuji finally put his foot down and leave the group himself after learning that Megumi fought Akito (Megumi also ripped out one of his ear piercings too hence why Akito is missing an earring in the Post 3rd Arc diagram).

Again, I’m summarizing a LOT. Since there’s a lot I have planned for this Break-Up Group Arc. Since like there’s a whole character growth and a bunch of actions that Megumi has done that led Yuuji to make the tough decisions to leave.

(That could be a whole different post if ya wanna know more lol)

ANYWAY!

So Yuuji told Megumi he’s leaving, which caused Megumi to be in this sort of… haze? For a bit as he walks home from school. He then stops by a bridge that’s overlooking the river and start reflecting a bit of what has happened in the past few days. However, Megumi’s mindset be self-deprecating and in general he’s not in a great place mentally too. So like he be looking pretty dead in the eyes. (Doesn’t help that Megumi still has the bruises he got on his face from his fight with Akito)

Honami happens to be around walking her dog, Shibao, since it’s her normal dog walking route she takes every evening. And when she notices Megumi, she was genuinely worried that Megumi was about to jump off the bridge, since the looks in her eyes be sad. Similar to how her eyes were when she too feel suicidal as well. Hence she rushed towards him to stop him, even though in reality he wasn’t gonna jump (but the idea did briefly came).

For those who don’t know. Honami in cannon used to feel suicidal as well. As seen in Kanade’s initial 3 star card’s side story.

And within this AU of mine, Honami actually try to attempt suicide during her junior high years but was saved by Shibao. (Yes, this idea is basically just straight up from this fanfic. It’s a good read. I highly recommend reading it, for it does a good job portraying Honami’s thoughts)

I even wrote a little scene on Honami’s and Megumi’s first meeting too (it’s not that great, writing was never my strong suit. But it got the general vibes that I was trying to aim for lol)

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The sky is a mix of purples and oranges as the sun is setting down.

Megumi is on a bridge with bruises still on his face from the fight he had with Akito the other day. Cars rush by as he looks over at the river with his music blasting in his headphones to drown out the surroundings noises.

He thinks back to Akito’s words that was shouted when Toya hold a steady arm in front of the orange hair boy. “You never cared for Yuuji. You only cared about yourself!”

When Akito said that, Megumi was tempted to lunged at him again for another beating if it wasn’t for the fact that Nobara blocking his way and An holding him back.

Now Megumi, abandoned, is standing at the bridge wondering on what exactly did Akito meant.

Megumi, deeply cares for Yuuji. Doesn’t he?

Yuuji was the only good thing left to him for his sister was still in a coma.

But… then again… even when she was conscious, he wasn’t grateful for his sister…

Is that what he meant?

But… Megumi was grateful to Yuuji. But then why did he still leave…

He tried to make sure that Yuuji was safe and away from any negative influences with the likes of Junpei, Rui, Yuuta, and Akito.

Was there… was there something innate in him that cause people he care for to leave?

Megumi’s eyes darkened with that thought…

Honami is spending her daily evening walking her dog, Shibao, on her normal route over the bridge to look at the beautiful river during the sunset. It’s a good way to end the day with such a view.

As Honami starts humming one of her band’s song, her eyes caught on to a figure over the distant.

She at first thought that he was simply over looking the view, but as Honami got closer, she noticed the bruises on his face…

And… the dead look in his eyes.

The same as hers when…

Honami dropped Shibao’s leash, much to the confusion to the golden Shiba, and start running.

She rushes to the unknown figure she knows nothing about, but she knew.

The look in his eyes tells her everything.

She knew that if she doesn’t do something now, it’ll forever haunt her.

When she saw the teen, whose looks to be around her age too, leaning over the railing, she runs even harder.

She got to reach him.

Hurry.

Hurry!

Hurry!!!

Please!!!

Don’t!!!

“Don’t Do It!!!”

Megumi was shocked when someone ran into him and grabbed his arm. The momentum from the collision caused his headphones to fall off just in time to hear the girl’s desperate plead.

As his headphones clanked loudly onto the concrete sidewalk, the two teens stared at each other with wide eyes.

Honami breathing deeply to catch her breath as Megumi looked bewildered at the sudden appearance of someone he has never met before.

“Don’t…” Honami finally huffed out, “Don’t jump…”

Megumi blinked.

“I… I know it’s may seems like a good solution, but it’s not. You-“

Oh. Megumi thought. She thought I was going to…

“I wasn’t going to jump.”

“Huh?”

“I not going to jump off. I was just thinking…” Megumi reiterated.

“Oh.”

Honami gently lets go of Megumi’s arm as she sighed a relief out.

“Oh, thank goodness.”

From a distance, Megumi hears a dog barking as it heads over to their direction.

“Shiboa!” The tall girl turns around to greet her dog back, but as she did so her legs start to give out due to the adrenaline leaving her body.

As she abruptly sits on to the floor, Megumi just look as her dog whimpers up towards the girls to make sure its owner is alright.

Megumi would be lying if the thought of jumping didn’t come through his mind. But if he did that then Yuuji would be deeply hurt. And what about Tsumiki? He doesn’t want her to be left alone once she wakes up.

If she ever wakes up…

No.

Megumi shakes his head. Now is not the time for that.

“Um…” Megumi awkwardly begins.

Honami stops petting her dog as she looks up.

“…what… What breed of dog do you have? It looks like it’s a Shiba…”

Honami eyes brightened as bit, “You’re correct! He is a Shiba, his name is Shibao. Are you a dog owner too?”

Megumi puts a hand on his neck to relieve some of the awkward energy his extruding, “Um. Yeah. Two of them. Both Huskies…”

“What are their names?”

“Ash and Luna.” Megumi answer as he kneel down, “Can I pet your dog?”

“Of course you can.” Honami smiles softly, “He’s very friendly.”

As Shibao sniffs the boy’s hand, the golden dog quickly jumps up onto him.

Megumi couldn’t contain his smile as the shiba starts licking his face.

“He seems to like you very much.” Honami said with such a warmth that Megumi hasn’t experienced in a long while.

Megumi hums a bit as he gently push Honami’s dog back down.

He turns to the girl. “Do you walk around here often?”

“Hm? Oh, yes I do. I normally walk Shibao through here during the evenings.”

“Hmph. I hope you don’t stay out for too long since Shibas tends to have a lot of energy.” Megumi commented.

“Oh don’t worry, the route I take is very safe, even when it’s gets a bit dark too.”

Megumi hums to that as he continues to pet the still excited shiba.

Honami looks at Megumi’s softened expression and then a thought came to her.

“How about we both walk our dogs together?”

“Huh?”

“I know that huskies also have a lot of energy. And usually after our walks, Shibao is so exhausted that he lays down for the rest of the day!”

Megumi paused a bit as he thinks about the girl’s offer. On one hand, he prefers to walk his dogs alone. But… his own walking route hasn’t been too stimulating for Ash and Luna. And he’s honestly a bit curious about the girl herself…

“That… actually does sound nice.”

Honami smiles, “Then let’s find a good day to walk together. My name is Mochizuki Honami, and you are…?”

Megumi stands up. As he brush up he dust and fur off of him, he looks right at Honami, who’s surprisingly a bit taller than him, and says-

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

Her eyes soften, “It’s nice to meet you, Fushiguro-san.”

Megumi just hums in response with a subtle nod of his head.

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But yeahhhh. That’s how they first metttt~ :3c

I think Megumi would be a bit curious if Honami too has thoughts about committing suicide as well. Hence the first impression comment.

I’m actually going to have Megumi and Honami to have a pretty deep and good friendship (and shortly after Leo/Need as a whole being good friends with Megumi) that actually helps Megumi grow and becoming a better person. :Dc

It’s about time for Megumi to have a positive character arc~ :3c

And like. Megumi and Honami could bond over their self-esteem issues and their suicidal thoughts too. No? •3•

Megumi and Honami Friendship Go!

[imaginesforeveryone]

Retreat (Part 7)

Pairing: Y/N “Rattle” Metcalf x Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw Summary:This is the continuation of Navy Nurse and Y/N and Rooster life after the big mission Warnings: fluffy, and cute

Finally, everything was moved into Bradleys house. You decided to keep your furniture and make the downstairs a little hang out space, and put your bed in one of the two bedroom for a guest room. Rooster had good taste, but he was still a guy so his entire place wasn’t completely set up. 

“Thank you guys.” You said to everyone stood around talking. 

“Rooster and I want to treat everyone for dinner. Meet at the Carolines Cafe, in let’s say an hour?” You told them all. 

“Sounds good to me!” Phoenix said wiping sweat off her forehead. Everyone shuffled out of the house with goodbyes. 

“I’m going to go with Phoenix, I’ll see you there sis.” Brian said coming to give you a kiss on the cheek. 

“Well, it’s nice to see you to big bro!” You yelled as he walked out of the door. 

“So it’s official. You’re here. We’re here.” Bradley said coming over and wrapping his arms around you from behind and laying his hands on your belly. 

“I know. It’s so surreal. A year ago I got this little piece of paper with 10 numbers on it and now I’m here.” You said with a smile and turned towards him.

“Man, feels like it was just yesterday. Just yesterday I laid my eyes on the most beautiful women I’ve seen. 365 days since I saw the hottest Captain walk into my first day of trading.” Rooster said putting a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“I love you Bradley Bradshaw.” You said pecking his lips. 

“I love you Y/N Metcalf.” Kissing you back. 

“Alright let’s go get ready.” You said smacking his butt towards the room. 

“Don’t tempt me girl.” He said as he started walking to the bedroom. Following behind him, you felt a sharp pain go down your back. Making you stop and hold it for a second. You were almost 14 weeks now, 3 days from your next checkup. So you were showing a bit more than you wanted to. 

“Hey, you okay?” Rooster said coming around the corner seeing you were stood in the hallway holding your back.

“Yeah, just sciatic.” You said standing back up straight. Making your way to the room and sitting on the bed for a second. 

“Don’t forget we have the 2nd trimester check up on Monday.” You told him while he was in the bathroom getting ready. 

“What time?” He asked sticking his head out of the bathroom with his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. 

“5PM.” You said still sitting trying to catching your breathe. You got up moments later and shuffled through the box that had all your clothes. You knew exactly what you wanted to wear. A tight fitted grey maxi dress that came right above the calf to show off you belly fully, BUT put on a yellow trench coat to hide it before you could tell everyone. Finding everything you wanted, you stripped off your clothes and changed in the dress. You stood in front of the body mirror and looked at yourself. standing to the side looking at how much it outlined your belly. You didn’t realize how much bigger you had gotten. 

“Damn! Hot fucking momma!” Rooster yelled from the bathroom startling you a little and turned to look at him. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you in anything like this before. But I love it.” He said walking over to your in only his boxers. 

“Even with the belly?” You asked looking down and holding it ion embarrassment. 

“Even more with the belly.” He said taking your hands away and wrapping them around his neck making your belly just slightly touch his. 

“But, where’s the element of surprise? They will all know as soon as they see you.” He asked letting you go. You turned around grabbing your long, bright yellow trench coat. 

“Wow, I guess thats more than an element of surprise. Bitch is BRIGHT.” He said with a laugh and went to finish getting ready. You went and grabbed a hat, then put on some necklaces and earrings and you were just about ready. (the outfit)

“Ready Roos?” You asked grabbing your shoes. 

“How do I look?” He asked. You turned and saw him dressed in a nice pair of jeans, black vans, and a nice plain grey shirt. His clothes were so simple, but the shirt was tight enough that it laid on his muscles so perfectly. His jeans hugging his hips and ran down his legs not to tight but not to loose. 

“Hot daddy!” You yelled like he did to you. He gave you a big smile and both turned and left the room. 

“You want me to drive?” You asked Rooster. 

“If you’d like to.” He said opening the front door. You grabbed your keys and walked out behind him. Getting into the car and starting it, you backed out of the driveway and took off towards the restaurant. 

“You ready?” You asked pulling into the parking lot a few minutes later.

“As I’ll ever be.” He said pecking you on the lips and getting out. You both walked hand in hand to the front door. 

“You look beautiful.” Bradley said looking down at you. You smiled blushing just a bit. 

“Reservations for Metcalf.” You told the hostess as you walked up. 

“Yes, Miss. Metcalf. I’ll take you to your table.” She said coming out from behind the counter. You followed her outside to the back and outside. They had a long table set up for 10 people. 

“Thank you.” You said with a smile and sitting down. Rooster sat next to you an opened the menu and began skimming through it. 

“PARTIES HERE!!!” Hangman said walking to the table. 

“Hello Jake.” You said standing to hug him. Everyone followed in shortly after and you said all your hi’s and sat. Everyone talked and laughed together for a bit. 

“Hello everyone. What can I get get started to drink for everyone?” The waiter said coming over. He got everyone drink orders and you were last. 

“And what can I get for you miss?” He asked. 

“Just a water please.” You said with a smile. 

“Come on! Live a little!” Hangman said. 

“Well, I cant.” You said standing up and turning away from everyone. 

“We have a surprise for everyone. One reason we invited you guys for dinner.” Rooster said. You untied the of your jacket and shook it off. 

“Huh? I’m confused.” Fanboy said. You turned and set your jacket down on the back of your chair. Everyone looked over, eyes wider than ever. 

“Holy shit. Rooster, you did it!” Hangman said standing and smacking him on the back. Everyone smiled and celebrated coming over to give you a hug and rooster also before going back to sit down. 

“I cant believe this. But, I’m so happy for you two.” Hangman said. 

“Thanks Jake.” You said with a smile. The rest of the night consisted of shit talking, everyone drinking, and love within a family that wasn’t blood. 

“Alright, well we should should get going.” You said now sat next to Maverick and Fanboy who you had been talking to for the last hour. Rooster moved over by Hangman, Bob and Phoenix. They had a few shots, and a few drinks so Bradley was feeling good. 

“Yeah, have to get home and get this one to bed.” Rooster said standing up. You got up, hugged everyone goodbye and walked out of the restaurant with Rooster. 

“Did you have fun?” You asked him. 

“A lot. It’s crazy, I’ve had this family for the passed year, and now I’m about to have my own family, that we created together.” Rooster seeming like he was choking up, just talking about it. Stopping him once you got to the car and pulled him into a hug. He hugged you tightly and didn’t let go. 

“I love you babygirl.” He said and kissed you on the top of your head. 

“I love you to Handsome. Now, let’s get you home so you can cuddle me.” You said pulling out of his arms and smiling up at him. 

“Sounds like a plan to me.” He said turning to get into the car. A short drive home you pulled up to your new home. Yours and Roosters home. Going into the house and setting your bag down on the entrance table. You slipped your shoes off and hung your jacket. Rooster doing the same and then going to the kitchen. You went to the room and stripped your clothes off feeling free, your belly feeling free. You opted to wearing no clothes to bed and sliding under the sheets. 

“You want a water!?” Rooster yelled from the kitchen. 

“Yes, please!” You yelled back. You grabbed your phone and went to your texts and texted your brother. 

‘So when are you two getting married?’ You sent with a laughing emoji. Rooster coming into the room and handing you your water and going to the bathroom. 

'Haha! Shut up. I’ll see you tomorrow.’ You read the text from your brother. Rooster came out of the bathroom and stripped off his clothes and throwing them in the basket. He slid in next to you and you put your phone on the charger. 

“How are you feeling ?” He asked pulling you into his arms. 

“Pretty good. Are you excited to find out the gender?” You asked. 

“Actually, I was thinking about that. What if we did a gender reveal? Phoenix had asked me about it at dinner. She said she’d plan it and everything.” He suggested. 

“It’s a good idea, but I’m so impatient!!” You said with a whine.

“Okay, I’ll let her know it’s a go.” He said with a giggle and kissed you. He cuddled you harder into him and both drifted away into deep sleeps.

[miastideclock]

a year with bang chan, "april 17th."

word count: 687 warnings: not edited notes: funnily enough, this is the first one i've posted on the right day lmao

january 2nd ⁺₊ february 14th ⁺₊ march 2nd ⁺₊ april 17th ⁺₊ may 30th ⁺₊ june 4th ⁺₊ july 14th ⁺₊ august 1st ⁺₊ september 12th ⁺₊ october 3rd ⁺₊ november 1st ⁺₊ december 31st

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int. outside at a zoo. noon.

“oh my god, look at those two!” chan practically squealed as he raised his hand to point at the two baby elephants that were stood in the pond they had in their enclosure. the two calves were filling their trunks with water, only to spray each other with it and running after each other.

“i didn’t realise visiting the zoo would be so similar to going to your dorms.” you snickered, just barely dodging the push that came from your boyfriend as his aussie came through with a playful ‘oi!’

you laughed at his reaction, but let him grab your hand despite his faux pout. he found it impossible to keep up the upset demeanour and a massive smile had soon found its way back on his face. “where to next?” you asked him as you stopped to look at a map of the zoo.

“the gift shop is right by the food court, so maybe stop there, grab something to eat, and then continue on to this section over here?” he suggested, pointing all over the map as he spoke. it sounded good to you, so you were soon sat in the food court, having lunch as you spoke about everything and nothing all at the same time.

next thing you knew you were in the gift shop, doubled over in tears from laughing. the two of you had found matching monkey-hats, and put them on as a joke. it was ‘couples’ hats, so when you stood next to each other, the monkeys on the hats were stretched out for one another, trying to kiss. you didn’t even have to say anything for chan to take the hats off of your heads and go to the register to buy them.

as you walked around holding hands, with those god-awful hats snugly on your heads, a little girl had spotted you and couldn’t hold her giggles all to herself. what you assumed would be her mother, picked her up and placed the girl on her hip, apologising for her daughters behaviour. the two of you reassured her that it was absolutely fine as the hats really were laughable. the mother gave them a warm smile and moved her daughter from her hip, over to the back of a man that was stood next to them, presumably the father. as he gave her a piggyback ride, they walked off.

“isn’t it wild that one day you get picked up and put down again, for the very last time and you don’t even know?” you spoke as you moved further down the walkway surrounded by animals. this made chan halt in his step and look at you, pretty much like you were crazy.

“now, why would you say that? now i’m sad.” chan let his legs go back to moving while you chuckled at him.

“this obviously doesn’t apply to you, as you and the boys make sure you are more above ground than you are on it at this point. never once have i been to your place without witnessing at least one member of your getting picked up.” you explained, chan nodding in agreement as you spoke, seeing as you made very valid points. “so you’re fine, i however am most likely floor-bound for the rest of my life.” what you said was not meant to be taken as an invitation, but that is exactly what chan interpreted it as.

“not on my watch!” your boyfriend announced, grabbing both of your hands and turning around so his back was facing you. he then bent down slightly and used the grip he had on your hands to pull you onto his back, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. he let go of your arms and grabbed onto your thighs instead, readjusting you slightly so he could comfortably give you a piggyback-ride.

“you okay up there?” he asked.

“splendid.” you chuckled at him, planting a little kiss on the side of his face as you couldn’t properly reach his lips.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🦊Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊

Inarizaki 2nd Years

Being Protective of Miss Manager

Inarizaki x Female manager

Warnings: the Miya twins, Swearing

AN: This is pt 1 of an anon request!

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

Ohhh I've been waiting for this one 😍

Seriously I've been binging season 4 again

Leave me be I'm prepping for season 5

And I've been DYING at how much I adore these boys

Realistically, they are super annoying

Honestly tho, look at me and tell they aren't

Don't lie to yourself YN it's ok to admit it

It takes a special someone to deal with these idiots 🥰

And unfortunately fortunately that's you 🙃

So how did this all start you ask?

Well it started when Ginjima and Suna approached you for help in Math 🧮

So you agreed to help them

As soon as your first tutoring session started, you knew you were in for it

Being that Ginjima and Suna didn't arrive alone 👀

Thing 1 and Thing 2 strolled in with them

🙄🙄

It's fine.... whatever

You are seriously so sweet YN, I would have just up and left 😅

Anyways you agree to help tutor the boys

This goes on for weeks and you grow close to them

They start walking with you from classes and escorting you home after practice

You help them ace their math tests 💅 but they aren't ready to let you be

So Suna says you should just be their manager

You 👉🏻 what 😃

Ginjima 👉🏻😍

Suna 👉🏻😏

Osamu 👉🏻😁

Atsumu 👉🏻 😒

Seriously Atsumu has to put a front just because...

He secretly loves you 😍

So when the boys introduce you to Kita and the team, Kita is initially very weary of you

This isn't his first rodeo YN 🤠

He's had to practically bar girls and boys from the gym for Atsumu and Osamu reasons

But when the twins start fighting and you simply roll your eyes, tell them to knock it off and go back to talking with Kita 👀

Mans is sold instantly 🙌🏻

Yay for Manager YN 🥳

Now being Manager of these boys only serves to heighten the feelings and protectiveness

You are THEIR manager YN not anyone elses

You are the sweetest, kindest and most adorable manager ever 🥺

So it only makes sense that when Nationals comes around, these boys are on one

Like they may or may not have mapped out the entire stadium and made a schedule for whose going to protect YN and when

Suna will definitely be walking with you because you walk in the back

We have to make sure nobody gets lost ☺️

Suna will hold your hand 🤚🏻

I mean, you aren't complaining 😏

When it comes to warming up, Kita and Ginjima are going to make sure you are safe

Ginjima totally has an eye out for stray balls and is making sure their precious manager doesn't get hit

Finally it's almost time for the match against Karasuno

Atsumu says he has to use the bathroom and you do too

Honestly these bathroom trips are deadly 🤣

You go about your business unaware that Atsumu has up and abandoned you

Mans is focused on the game ok so he's got a one track mind

Serve 👉🏻 Set 👉🏻 Repeat

So him leaving you wasn't exactly planned

You wander out of the bathroom and into a sea of giants

Freaking forest this place is

"Ummm Atsumu?" You say searching for the twin with the bad hair

Meanwhile Atsumu is walking 🚶‍♂️ back to the gym and enters, joining the huddle

If takes a few minutes for anyone to realize you're missing

It's not until the coach says "YN I need the notes from Karasuno's first match"

It hits them all at once

Coach 👉🏻 "YN?"

Kita 👉🏻😐😳

Suna and Ginjima 👉🏻😳😵

The rest of the team 👉🏻😶😲

Atsumu 👉🏻😃😐😟😰

Osamu 👉🏻🤬🤜🏻👱🏼

"You lost YN ya idiot!!!"- Osamu, wrestling YN to the ground

Everyone is panicking

Aran and the rest of the team are trying to seperate the Twins

Suna and Ginjima have taken off looking for you

Kita is pulling out his phone to call you 🙄

Seriously the only chill one

You of course are wandering the halls when your phone rings

"Hi Kita! I think I'm lost"

God you are so cute 😍

"Stay where you are YN and I'll come find you"- Kita

You literally stop and wait ✋️

Unfortunately for you, you stop behind someone with white blonde hair and bird like features 👀

That's right

The Ace of Kamomedai High, Hoshiumi Kōrai

"Oh excuse me!" You screech as you hault behind him

He turns to look at you and studies you with a glare

You get nervous

"I uhh- I ummm- I was just looking for my team"- you 😬

"Stop intimidating her"- Hirugami Sachirō, middle blocker for Kamomedai says coming behind Hoshiumi

"I DIDNT DO ANYTHING"- Hoshiumi

"I'm Sachirō and you are?" 😏

"I'm YN! Nice to meet you!"- you being freaking adorable

"I'm actually looking for my team. Can you point me in the direction of the gym?"- You

"I'll do you one better and take you there"- Sachirō, legit gorgeous man 😍

You 👉🏻 ok 😍😊

Hoshiumi 👉🏻 🙄😑

Sachirō lays his hand on your lower back and guides you through the crowd

I mean, mans is 🥵 so we don't fight it

However, you don't make it far thanks to a certain someone 👀

"YN there you are... who the hell are you?"- Suna 😑

"Hi Suna! Sachirō was just helping me back to the gym!"- you 🤗

Suna 👉🏻 😐😑 "well I got it from here"

Suna grabs you and pulls you against him

Ok then 👀 I mean YN you are out here living the dream don't fight it

Ginjima, Osamu and Atsumu finally all pull up

They all glare at Sachirō who is just smirking 😏

Seriously he knows what he's doing

"Come on YN! Let's get to the gym"- Osamu says grabbing your hand and leading you away

Suna is still glaring 😑

You simply turn to wave at Sachirō

Ginjima and Atsumu are ready to lay down

Even though this is all Atsumu's fault but whatevs

"Thank you for your help!"- you

Sachirō just smiles and waves

"Stay away from her"- Atsumu growls

"Yeah or you'll be sorry"- Ginjima

Suna is STILL glaring 😅

You walk back into the gym and Kita hugs you 🫂

The boys are all fired up now YN

Seriously their alpha protective bull crap put them on a whole new level

All I've got to say is Good Luck Karasuno 😅

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

out of my league | pedri gonzalez [the christmas special]

🎁 synopsis: You host a chaotic Christmas dinner party with friends before winter break. tags: holiday themes, secret santa, college life (written in 2nd person but no mention of yn) | (around 1.2k words)

you can read the first part here, or go to the masterlist.

The apartment smells like a mix of burnt garlic bread and pine-scented Febreze, which Diego has been aggressively spraying to cover up the "cooking incidents." The makeshift Christmas dinner is happening a week early, before everyone heads home for the holidays, and the preparations are already a disaster.

The decor is chaos. The Christmas tree – if you can call it that – is a tiny plastic mess perched on the coffee table, its lights blinking out of sync. There are exactly four ornaments: a silver bauble, a tangled string of tinsel, a paper angel Alexia made in second grade, and someone’s empty Starbucks cup. The table is draped in a plaid tablecloth that’s definitely been borrowed (read: stolen) from Alexia’s parents’ house. Chairs are mismatched, some pulled from the kitchen, one suspiciously from the hallway outside.

“I thought you were coming early to help?” you say to Pedri as he steps in, shrugging off his jacket. He looks guilty, holding a bag of croquetas.

“I was, but then Gavi and Ferran decided they couldn’t live without me,” he says, stepping aside to reveal the two grinning troublemakers behind him.

“You’re welcome!” Gavi announces, holding up a bottle of soda and a crumpled bag of chips like they’re gifts of great significance. Ferran just looks around the room and winces.

“Why does it look like a two year old decorated this?” Ferran says, gesturing toward the tree.

“Rustic vibes,” Alexia replies, carefully balancing a candy cane on the flimsiest branch. “Diego calls it charm.”

“That’s not the word I would use,” Ferran mutters, dropping onto the couch and stealing a chip from Gavi’s bag.

In the kitchen, things are somehow worse. You’d decided on chicken parts instead of an entire turkey to keep things simple, but even that seems to be challenging. Ana is aggressively seasoning drumsticks while Diego is trying to salvage his “experimental” gravy, which currently resembles wallpaper paste.

“Why is this gravy grey?” Ferran asks, appearing over Diego’s shoulder.

“It’s evolving,” Diego snaps, stirring violently.

“It’s threatening,” Ferran replies, dodging the spoon Diego wields at him.

Gavi, meanwhile, has found the box of store-bought cupcakes he brought and is arranging them on a platter like it’s a Michelin-starred dessert. “I figured you’d need backup,” he says smugly, swiping a dollop of green frosting. He looks at Diego’s concoction and immediately regrets it. “And I was right. What is that?”

“Just leave the kitchen!” Ana yells, pointing at Ferran and Gavi, who retreat laughing, swiping snacks on their way out.

You’re peeling potatoes at the counter, trying to stay under the radar, but Pedri slides up next to you and grabs a peeler. “I was invited to help,” he says, grinning.

Within minutes, he dropped a potato on the floor and nearly peeled his thumb. “Okay, you’re benched,” you say, taking the peeler away. “Just supervise.” 

“Or snack,” Gavi suggests, tossing Pedri a handful of chips. Pedri catches them and gives you a shameless shrug. “Multitasking,” he says, popping one into his mouth.

Somehow, the table comes together. Ana lights candles to distract from the slightly burnt garlic bread, Ferran smooths out the plaid tablecloth, and Diego arranges the cupcakes into a wobbly pyramid centerpiece.

“It’s cute,” Alexia declares, stepping back to admire the scene.

“It’s barely standing,” Ana mutters, pouring wine into mismatched mugs.

By the time the food is ready, everyone is shouting over each other. Plates of roasted chicken, lumpy mashed potatoes, and the infamous gravy are passed around with dramatic commentary. The mess somehow makes it all feel more festive. Pedri hands you a plate piled high, his smile wide and genuine. 

After everyone has eaten and the cheap wine has set in, you’re all sprawled around the living room, half-full mugs of wine balanced precariously on every surface. The tree’s lights are flickering dangerously, but nobody moves to fix them.

“Okay,” Diego says, clapping his hands together and nearly spilling his drink. “Secret Santa time!”

The gifts under the tree are a mess of duct tape, newspaper, and suspiciously reused gift bags. It’s clear most of the shopping happened on Temu or during a last-minute panic.

“I’ll go first!” Gavi declares, grabbing a lumpy package. He rips it open to reveal a portable phone fan. “Oh, sick! Who got me this?”

“Me,” Ana says, raising a hand.

“This is actually genius,” Gavi says, clipping it to his phone immediately and turning it on. The fan whirs loudly, and a few loose pieces of tinsel fly off the tree.

“Perfect,” Ferran says dryly, ducking as a piece of tinsel lands on his head.

Next, Ferran unwraps a knockoff smartwatch. “Oh, it’s like...a fitness tracker,” he says, squinting at the screen.

“You mean it’s a calculator,” Alexia says, laughing.

“Hey, it was under ten euros,” Diego says. “And it works!”

Alexia’s turn brings her a DIY candle-making kit. “Cheap and oddly specific. Who was this?” she asks, holding it up. 

“Me,” Gavi admits. “I figured you’d make candles that smell better than this apartment.”

When it’s your turn, you unwrap a handmade leather bookmark, embossed with delicate floral designs. It’s beautiful, intricate, and clearly thoughtful. You look at Pedri, who’s suddenly very interested in his mug of wine.

“This is so pretty,” you say, running your fingers over the details. “Thank you.”

Pedri finally meets your eyes, his ears tinged pink. “I just thought...you’re always reading, so...”

The last gift is for Pedri. He unwraps a tiny Nerf gun, complete with foam darts. 

“Perfect for when Gavi won’t shut up,” Ana says, smirking.

“Hey!” Gavi protests, but Pedri’s already loading it and firing a dart that bounces off Gavi’s shoulder.

The night goes on. Gavi cranks up music on a questionably functional Bluetooth speaker, Ferran tries (and fails) to figure out his smartwatch, and Alexia starts a candle project in the corner. Pedri, armed with his Nerf gun, sneaks in a few more shots at Gavi, who’s too busy trying to sing along to notice.

The night finally winds down, the apartment quieter now except for the soft hum of a Christmas playlist. You and Pedri are standing by the door, bundling up against the chilly night air.

“That was...fun,” you say, suddenly shy now that the song is just a soft hum in the background. It’s strange having everyone together like that. What sounded like an insane idea at first ended up working out.

“See? You survived. And even had fun,” Pedri teases, pinching your cheek. He’s been doing that a lot lately since he found out it mildly annoys you – and that he actually likes doing it, thinks it’s cute. You try to push his hand away, but he holds it, intertwining your fingers and leaning down to give you a peck on the nose.

“I’m going to miss you,” he says, referencing the holiday break.

“I’m texting you every day, don’t worry,” you say, your cheeks burning.

“It’s not the same.”

He gives you a soft kiss, like he’s tucking it away in his memory, saving it for later.

The moment is interrupted by Ferran, who stumbles out carrying a very drunk Gavi. “I think we’re gonna have to carry him, bro.”

Pedri rolls his eyes but sighs, stepping back reluctantly. 

“Merry Christmas,” he tells you softly.

“Merry Christmas,” you reply, already counting the days until you see him again.

[insomniactalks]

Gonna drop this quick and run. But hear me out. I will start by saying that Ricky may very well have genuine feelings for Gina. I'm not dismissing that. I just couldn't help but notice somethings about Ricky's reactions here:

As soon as EJ and Gina start fighting in 3.05, Ricky immediately covers his ears (kinda like a child does when their parents are fighting at home). I get the feeling he was used to his parents fighting a lot when he was younger, and his instinct was to cover his ears. He also looks at both EJ and Gina in 3.06 during the canoe scene. I think it's at that moment that he realizes just how much EJ and Gina truly care about one another, and how much they're fighting for their relationship. Thinking back to S2, he was also fighting really hard for his rela with Nini. But he learned to let her go because that was for the best. He actually gets that advice from his mom, who he understandably holds a lot of resentment towards. I could be wrong, but I read his expression in the 2nd gif as someone who has seen his own parents fail to save their relationship, but sees two people, despite all their recent tensions, still fighting for their relationship.

Earlier that day, Ricky comes face to face with his dad's new girlfriend and is presented with a gift from Mike via Miss Jenn:

I definitely think Ricky still feels uncomfortable at the idea of his teacher and father dating, even if he's trying to act like he's okay with it. When he receives the gift, he's not exactly happy about it. It's sort of surprises him, but not in a good way. Perhaps it's a not so subtle reminder that things have really changed for him back home. Later that day, he sees EJ and Gina trying their best to save their relationship, then hears this from Jet that night:

Jet, being "little Ricky" and all (3.02), admits that he feels like it's his fault Madison and Maddox broke up. Does that not sound like how Ricky feels about himself in terms of his parents marriage? Perhaps he also blames himself for the downfall of his parents relationship. He couldn't save it or fix it. Instead of dealing with his own problems, Ricky is throwing himself into Jet and Maddox's issues to try to save their relationship. I think the majority of Ricky's issues in terms of romantic relationships always goes back to his parents, which they still haven't fully addressed. Three seasons in a row, and Ricky's main storyline revolves around his love life. If there's any chance for Ricky to truly move forward and find the path to true happiness, this season has to end with Ricky single and not ready to mingle and being okay with that. He hasn't taken any significant amount of time for himself to himself. I also think it's difficult for him to see EJ and Gina have the kind of summer he was expecting to have with Lily. While I don't think Lily broke his heart, I do believe she broke his trust. He even blames himself for why things fell apart because he said "How could I be so stupid?" in 3.01 during his breakup w/ Lily. He shows up to camp and the first image he sees are a genuinely happy and loving couple (Portwell). It seems like Ricky wants what they have because he was expecting to have a fun summer in a new relationship. Jet's line above definitely hit a nerve for Ricky because I think it reminds him of how things fell apart for his parents. In order to escape the pain he's feeling, Ricky tries to "fix" the relationship problems around him. One last thing, I don't think it's a coincidence that 3.06 is the first time this season that Ricky's acknowledged his past with Nini (also in conversation with Jet). In Ricky's eyes, he's had two failed relationships in a short amount of time, and to overcompensate for that, he tries to fix everyone else's relationship problems instead. I'm wondering what the last two episodes have in store for his character arc, because so much of it so far has been romance-based. For this character to actually progress in a positive way, he has to learn that it's okay to not be okay and that true happiness doesn't come from being in a relationship.

[kpopjust4u]

I’ve missed you.

Post Date: 2nd September Content: Smut - NCT Yuta x Reader WC: 1.3K TW?: CEO!Yuta/ Master Kink/Lip Biting/ Choking/ Oral (Recieving) Penetration (Unprotected/ Wrap it up pls)/ Fingering/ Creampie/  Request?: Nope Masterlist                                    Prompt list

You really didn’t understand the extent of how much Yuta has been needing you after being away for days on his business trip. How much he craved you, to touch you, to make your toes curl as he lets himself have free reign over you.

“What are you up to, doll?” He sings gently as he pokes his head through the bedroom door, surprising you as he came home much earlier than expected. 

“Nothing, just chilling on my phone. Wait, how are you home so soon?” You asked in surprise the minute you saw the date at the top of your phone, looking up at him in a daze when his eyes turn dark, hungry. 

“I had to, I’ve missed you too much,” he replies in an almost growl, practically strutting over to you on the bed as he takes a seat at the foot of it, “You don’t understand the extent of how much I have missed you”.

“Then show me,” you reply with a teasing grin, placing your phone down as you sit up, reaching for him as your lips crashed together. 

He really wasn’t going to hold back, especially after you said that. Like it was a whole invitation for him to do whatever he wanted to you to prove it. The way your lips felt against his after so long was already driving him insane, tangling his fingers up in your soft, freshly washed hair that wasn’t going to stay nice and clean for much longer with the way he was going to get with you.

Pushing you back down onto the bed, your head carefully hits the pillow as he presses you against it, biting your lip as you whimper at the sudden sting of it but you soon get him back for it, playing with him as you giggle at his reaction, a stern, dark and hungry eye expression that makes your heart and heat flutter. 

“You really going to try that huh?” he whispers, practically spitting in your face as you gulp, feeling like something’s in your throat by the way he looked at you, his hand teasing the skin up your thighs and up to your breast. Barely touch it before wrapping it tightly around your throat.

“Let’s show you how much I’ve missed you,” he adds, nipping at your lobe that makes you jump a little, shutting your thighs together tightly before they get ripped open by him using all of his strength and putting his leg between them to stop you from doing it again. 

Discarding all of your clothing, he takes one look at your bare and naked body, wondering how something so pretty could be used for just his pleasure, how he could ruin you.

Putting a second leg between your thighs, he shuffles himself down the bed so his head hovered over your heat. With some force, he pushes your legs wider apart, grabbing them by your ankles to hoist them over his shoulders.

Before you could even say a word to him, his lips instantly attack your core, licking up your slick, getting a taste for something that he’s missed so dearly. He swirls his tongue on your clit, making your back arch at the warm and wet muscle putting pressure it that makes you moan but no sound comes out. Just the movement of your mouth to prove that he’s doing something incredible to you. 

“Taste so fucking good, and it’s all for me,” he moans onto your heat, his breath making you whimper as it brushes against your heat, warming it up as you cling onto the bedsheets on either side of you. 

You would’ve thought wrong if you thought that was all you were getting this night, as a finger is inserted into your little tight hole before a second one is added, curling up in you as he sucked hard on your sensitive nub. The ungodly noises of moans that come flying out of you makes him laugh, knowing exactly how to get you.

“Does that feel good, doll?” he asks, lifting his head up a little to see you nod frantically through the waves of emotions that overwhelm you, “I need words, princess, words”.

“Yes, Master! It feels- So- Fucking good,” you scream as his fingers pump in and out of you, making your toes curl just as he wanted them to.

“That’s good, slut,” he switches up, not even bothering to touch you anymore as he teases his slick-covered fingers at your lips as you let them fall into your mouth, sucking them clean as you tasted yourself on them.

Just as you were distracted by that, his cock teases at your hole, making you whimper on his fingers, gasping for air that get’s knocked out of your lungs the minute he slips it in, so effortlessly as it stretches you out. 

“Fuck, all tight and wet for me, good,” he grunts, his hips moulding against you like liquid, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to wrap them around your throat once again to fuck the living shit out of you. 

The way his hips roll into you, slamming against your skin as his cock punches the top of your walls, makes you tense around him like it was your first time. The feeling was overwhelming but oh did you enjoy it? The way his breath grazed over your face made you so hungry for his lips once again as you made a pathetic attempt to reach up to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. 

He nibbles on your bottom lip, making you scream a little louder than expected as his cock twitches inside of you, his tip pressing against the most precious spot inside of your cunt.

His tongue is forced into your mouth as you welcomed it, colliding it with your own for a sensational kiss, heavy breathing and screaming his name on his lips as his hips do all of the magic work.

His hand stays put on your throat as he watches you turn into a pathetic mess over his cock inside of you, his eyes connecting with yours that drive you wild with the way he stares at you with pure hunger and lust for you. 

Using his free hand, he reaches down to circle your clit once again, making all of your senses heighten as you clutch around his cock so much that he growls like an animal, loving the way you feel around him. The way you whimper and scream his name every time he hit the right spot.

And oh how he did, the knot starts to pull, ready to snap as he doesn’t back down, pressing hard against your throbbing nub as he slams into you so hard, his hips stinging your thighs with each forceful contact it made. 

“Cum for your Master,” he grunts onto your lips, feeling your walls tense around him, sending your body trembling as the urge gets closer and closer until the knot snaps entirely.

“Yes- Master!” you scream, the minute you said Master the knot snaps harshly, and you’re forced to override your high as he continued to do the dirty work until strings of his warm cum paint your walls, filling you up to the brim. 

His thrusts become jagged as his low-toned groans make you shiver as you slowly come down from your orgasm that felt like you got hit by a bus but it was so pleasurable that you craved more. 

Panting as he released, he slowly comes to a stop with his hips, leaving his cock inside of you as he drops onto you, his warm and sweaty body against yours as you try to catch your breath. 

“Told you that I missed you,” Yuta laughs, letting go of your throat as he falls to your side, pulling you in for a cuddle as you try to gather yourself after having one of the best nights of your life, legs still vibrating from the orgasm. 

[loopy-froots]

Music Appreciation

Brahms Heelshire x fem!Reader

Author: @loopy-froots

Word Count: 1772

Request by @leahromanof : How does this sound? Brahms doesn’t want the female reader to leave the mansion and the reader doesn't want to either cause she wants to be with Brahms and both of them are very much in love with each other so the reader basically decides to make the mansion her home just as much as it is Brahms’. And Brahms is so happy about it! So the reader decorates her room to make it exactly the way she desires to fell more at home. So she puts up posters of Elvis Presley and many other singers such as Shawn Mendes, John Lennon, Lady Gaga but it’s all mostly Elvis cause to her, Elvis Presley is the LOVE OF HER LIFE. She truly admires him with all her heart. And one day the reader looks at a poster of Elvis on her wall and says “I’ll never love anyone the way I love you Elvis” and Brahms heard this and he goes crazy mad and then he comes into the room and (the rest is sexual)* pls include details. And once he’s done with the reader she gives him a little pinch which obviously hurts him a tad and she explains everything about what she said cause Brahms doesn’t know who Elvis is and that he’s been dead for 44 years!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, slasher x reader, swearing, smut, etc.

Author’s Note: I changed the request slightly to have the reader’s posters as whatever singer they wish, so that more people can relate to it! I hope you enjoy this, though!! :^]

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*2nd Person POV*

“Y/n…” Brahms whispers to you while you both are tangled together in affection.

“Yes?” You question curiously.

“You know I want you to stay here… with me…” He informs you what you already know. He hasn’t been subtle in the slightest about his wishes with you, practically needing you to stay with him 24/7.

“I know, Brahmsy. And I will,” You promise him with a sweet kiss on his forehead.

“Then why don’t you unpack your things? Like… really unpack your things…? For good…” He suggests.

“Oh, right! I suppose that would be a good idea, huh? I guess I just never wanted to invade your space here, so I hesitated…” You explain sheepishly, and Brahms understands.

“No need to worry, dear. My home is your home,” He lovingly agrees with you. And with that, the two of you get up to start. Unpacking all your clothes by placing them into a dresser and displaying all your novelty items on the shelves, Brahms then stops. You glance over at him and notice he’s holding one of your band posters with an odd expression.

“Who is this? One of your family members?” He asks innocently, causing you to giggle a little.

“Hehe, nope! That’s (insert your preferred musical artist), my favorite singer! I love them so much!” You explain, but Brahms gains a sudden sulking look in his eyes.

“Brahmsy? You okay?” You ask, concerned.

“Hm.” He coldly grunts in response. “And who’s this?”

“Oh them? They’re (insert another favorite band), one of my most listened to musical groups! I also love them a lot!” You immediately forget your concern for your lover as your interest in music takes control. You have always been musically driven, whether it be listening while you work or even singing to yourself from time to time.

“What’s so special about these… people… if you’ve never even met them!” Brahms snaps with a glare. This takes you by surprise, and even hurts your feelings quite a bit. All you wanted to do was just share your love of music with someone you cared about. What was so annoying about that?

“I-I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to upset you… I just…” You try to explain yourself, but he cuts you off again.

“You love them, do you?! How come you say it to them so easily, and I’m left with nothing!” His envious outburst then begins to make you giggle a little. You couldn’t believe he was so serious about this! Did he really think you were in love with these people? All you mean was that you love the music they played.

“What’s so fucking funny?” He demands sternly, but you still don’t let up.

“Nothing! I just… you’re so cute when you’re jealous…” You smile at him, hoping he gets the message. However, he appears to have not.

“If you’re throwing around your affection so easily, I’m getting some, too!” Brahms practically runs over to you and lifts you over his shoulder. Yelping and protesting, you try to get him to set you down. However, he was certainly on a mission. He walks you all the way to his bedroom and throws you down on his mattress.

“Brahms, c’mon! Let me explain!” You desperately try to get him to wait just a second, but he doesn’t. Ripping off your shirt and pulling down your pants and underwear in one swift motion, you gasp at the sudden cold air flowing over your naked skin.

“Come over here and prove that you love me.” He growls, making your spine shiver.

“I… what?” You honestly get confused, but when he begins to unbutton his trousers, you get the idea. Was he really gonna make you do this? Right now? Over some silly posters?

“Now, Y/n!” Brahms scolds, and you immediately crawl to him. Looking up at him with wide eyes, you mentally pray that he shows you some mercy. You lick a long stripe up his shaft, taking in his savory flavor.

“There you go,” He groans out with pleasure while taking two fist fills of your hair. As much as he wanted you to do the work, he still needed to be in control of the situation.

Finally taking his head into your trembling mouth, you swirl your tongue in circles in an attempt to make him feel good. It was obviously working when he bucks his hips into you. Taking as much of him as you could, you slightly gag from the sheer amount that was in your mouth.

“Fuck… keep going…” Brahms pleads, and you try your best to oblige. Fitting another few millimeters of him inside, you clench your throat in discomfort. Brahms swears he could’ve cum right then, but he tried his best to hold back.

“G-good,” He slowly pulls himself out of your mouth and your spit drips onto your chin. Desperate for air, you begin panting until Brahms leans down and kisses you. He bites your lip aggressively, so you gasp. This gives him the opportunity to slip his tongue deep inside, exploring each and every corner.

“Mm!” You moan into him, and he smirks against your lips. Cheeky bastard…

“Are you ready, Y/n? Ready to apologize properly?” Brahms asks lustfully.

“Uh huh…” You agree equally as passionately. With that, he roughly pushes his entire length into your already wet pussy.

“Oh… my god…” Brahms holds onto your ankles for dear life as your cavern grips onto him ever so tightly. He fills you so much to the brim that it makes you slightly ache. You can only imagine the soreness you’ll feel in the morning…

He doesn’t give you any time to adjust to his size, but instead begins pumping himself in and out of your hole with a brutal pace. The rope in your stomach begins to tighten as you feel yourself reaching your orgasm already.

“You close, baby?” Brahms coos, and you frantically nod your head in agreement.

“Y-yes! So goddamn close! Please don’t stop!” You plead, and Brahms decides to let you release yourself on him.

“Cum… now!” He demands, and you do seconds later. The tsunami of ecstasy washes over your entire body, quaking your limbs.

“Oh, Brahms!” You finally whine with bliss dripping from your vocal chords.

“We’re not finished yet, dear… oh no, not nearly finished…” He then flips you over onto your stomach. He grabs your buttocks and forcefully lifts it up to meet his hips.

“B-but…” You try to get him to wait, but he’s definitely set on going again.

“I can’t cum again… it’s already too much… but he hasn’t yet… so I guess it’s okay…” You think to yourself.

“Ready, love?” His tone switches to something softer.

“Yes,” You agree and close your eyes as he pushes himself into you again. This new angle reaches a different type of pleasure, making your head spin. The overstimulation sends waves of delight throughout your entire being.

“God, Y/n! Right there! You feel so damn good!” Brahms practically screams your name like an anthem. You feel his pace beginning to get erratic, signaling his own end coming close.

“C-cum for me, baby! Please! I n-need you!” You beg him as you give the bedsheets a white-knuckled tug. You were so close to your own orgasm again, but you do your best to hold on as long as you can.

“F-fuck!” Brahms suddenly stops and empties himself into your quivering center. A panic normally would’ve flushed through your head, as you realize the consequences of the result, but in your high you completely disregard everything. Brahms then pulls out and slumps onto the bed next to you. You sheepishly turn to him and give him the softest eyes.

“Feeling better, love?” You implore.

“I guess…” He huffs brattily, making you giggle.

“You do realize that those people in my posters aren’t like… anyone to worry about, right?” You try to reassure him, but he simply quirks his brow.

“They’re not? But you said…” He tries to think it out.

“I said I love them because I meant it in a way that doesn’t imply a romantic emotion… like I love what they do… like I love their music because I enjoy listening to it… not necessarily because I love them as people… does that make any sense?” You desperately try to explain finally, and an expression of realization, relief, then embarrassment hits Brahms.

“I-I… I’m so sorry, I thought you meant…” He covers his face with his large hands, but you smile and pull them away.

“No, no! It’s okay! This was actually… nice…” You confess while stroking the tops of his hands. This makes Brahms blush a deep shade of red.

“Yeah… that was…” He agrees shyly.

“Then… we should do it more often…?” You suggest, and he enthusiastically nods his head.

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Moonlight Dances - Leona x Reader

Look, I swear I am also working on requests. But I have a lot of love for Leona and not a lot of requests for him so I am just doing the work myself lmao. Enjoy this little scenario <3

2nd person. Gn reader.

You sighed out in frustration as you leaned your elbows on the balcony rails. Behind you, through the closed doors, you could still hear the faint sound of the music playing. You looked down at your attire, all dressed up, all… for nothing.

There was a ball at NRC, and you had foolishly assumed this would be an excellent moment to have an actual date with your boyfriend. After all, he was a housewarden, and those were expected to be present at such events.

But then again, there wasn’t a single event where every single one of the house wardens were present: the Ignihyde one sending his device to communicate rather than himself, and usually, the Diasomnia one wasn’t even invited. Top that off with one lazy lion who really hated doing public stuff like that when there was no real benefit to it, meant that at least one housewarden was missing on every such occasion, and today of all days, that lazy lion boyfriend of yours was the one to skip out on the event.

If there was nothing to lose by not going, and nothing to win from going, Leona couldn’t be bothered. And while usually you loved his carefree and lazy attitude, you had let him know repeatedly that you really wanted him to go to the ball with you. You wanted to spend an evening with him that wasn’t lazing around. An actual date. You had even foolishly daydreamed about maybe dancing a little with him.

You went back inside, looking for Ruggie, hoping to get some kind of hope from him, like Leona simply being too late because he overslept. Surely, that was something that didn’t happen very often, because of the very person you were looking for, but you couldn’t help but hope.

The way Ruggie’s ears fell flat a little the moment he made eye contact with you, told you all you needed to know.

“I’m sorry y/n, I really tried dragging him out. But I couldn’t convince him and I was running late myself-” You shook your head and held up a hand to make him stop talking. “I know you do your best, I don’t blame you. I am just,” you let out a deep sigh, “extremely disappointed. But I don’t need you to figure out my relationship or fight out my fights. I will go talk to him myself.”

You left the ball early, sure there wasn’t any fun to be had while you were in a bad mood, and you had to get it all out of your system before bedtime. You marched to Savanaclaw dorm, straight to the biggest room, and slammed open the door. As expected, a familiar silhouette lay on the bed, seemingly undisturbed by your grand entrance.

You sat on the edge of the bed, trying to put your thoughts into words in your head first before speaking them out loud. You wanted to make your feelings clear. Tell him how much he had hurt you. But you also wanted to stay calm, and you- well, you weren’t exactly sure what else you wanted. But you did know you didn’t want this to turn into a shouting match. Or a moment where you let your heart out only to get a half-hearted apology followed by sleepy cuddles because that spoiled boyfriend of yours was so used to always getting his way.

The silence unnerved him enough to make him sit up, as you felt his weight shift and the blankets tug away from you as he did so.

“Y/n…”, he started, but he was stopped almost immediately by you holding up your hand. He crawled a little closer, moving to sit next to you at the edge of the bed. You turned your head away when you felt his stare on the side of your face.

He looked up and down your figure, noticing your attire, and made the click. He knew why you were there. He knew why you were upset with him. But he also was confused. You had been together for a while now, and you must’ve known better than to assume he’d come and surprise you at the ball after he had repeatedly told you that he did not want to go.

You sighed deeply before talking. You still refused to lift your head and talk to him, instead talking to your hands that were resting in your lap.

“I-..”, you sighed again, not sure if even after all the thinking you had done, you were even going to be able to coherently explain yourself, “I am disappointed, I guess. Disappointed in you, surely, but also in myself. For being dumb enough to think that maybe, just this once, you’d want to hang out with me in public. That maybe, you would show me off, be proud to have a partner at a public event. Or even if you didn’t want to do all that, that we could just get some snacks, sneak off to the balcony and listen to the music. That maybe… we’d get to dance, and I’d get to spend a proper date with the man I love. Because… I truly don’t care about dates, balls, big things. But I do feel like.. you don’t think I am worth the effort? You didn’t have to dress up or anything. Just come out, and spend some time with me that’s not napping and cuddling, either in the botanical gardens or your room.” Once the words had started flowing, there was no way to stop them. You wandered, from the ball, to other issues, most of them coming down to one thing: you were afraid that Leona wasn’t taking this relationship seriously, you were afraid that he was growing tired of you, you were terrified to lose him, and tonight, for a brief moment, you thought that you had.

Leona listened quietly, knowing better than to interrupt you while you were pouring your heart out. He felt pained, and a little guilty. Because, truly, he didn’t care about the ball, but that didn’t mean he felt the same way about you? He loved you more than anything in the world, and you were one of the few things that made him genuinely happy. He had never said so, because sappy words were not his style, but he realized only now that maybe he had been underappreciating your presence. The fact that he wanted to spend so much time with you was a clear sign of his affection according to himself, but he didn’t think that not doing more would make you feel so inadequate, so unwanted, while he wanted nothing but you.

But these feelings were also way too hard for him to put into words, especially since yours had made his mouth feel dry, and a pit in his stomach grow. He felt bad to his core, and he knew there were very little things he could say to actually make it up to you.

So instead he stood up from the bed, and stood in front of you, bending down slightly so he could take your hands, and pull you up as well. This was the moment you looked up, hurt still apparent on your features, but now making place for some confusion as well. He looked into your eyes, the bright green color that always pulled you in somehow, shimmering even more bright as it reflected the moonlight that shone through the window.

Leona didn’t utter a word as he lead you outside, the cool evening breeze hitting your skin and making you shiver. The moon was shining so bright, you didn’t even need to turn on any outside lights. Leona finally let go of your hands and moved his hands to your waist before you could even open your mouth to ask what he was doing. His movements made it very clear though, as he started slow-dancing, slowly, to no tune at all. His movements were very deliberate, never truly forcing you to move, but making it feel only natural to do so.

You leaned your head on his shoulder as you danced in silence, knowing that this was as good an apology as you were going to get. Taking a few deep breaths, you felt most of the anger ebb away, but not entirely. There was something lasting a little, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You were missing something, but if asked, you wouldn’t be able to answer what exactly it is that you were missing.

“I do love you, you know”

It was quiet, murmured against your cheek, more of a thought than an actual confession, but it managed to fill the void you were feeling earlier. Leona never was one to actually say those words out loud, letting his actions speak for his feelings and showing affection in his own way. It was something you knew before you got together but still made it hard to keep it going sometimes. Times like now, where you had felt so… lonely, even in the relationship.

And just like that, most of the worries were gone, and so was the anger, and the sadness. You knew you would still need to have a conversation about this, but you also realized that now was not the time. Now, you would just enjoy the closeness, the love, and the fact that you did get a moonlight dance from your boyfriend, although not at the ball.