#my back is so stiff 🤪

[virtualmosshroom]

pain relief is not helping and i am still stuck immobile in my computer chair so i am having to order delivery for my first meal of the day

[saylorsaysstop]

Sleeping Together | 18+

also shout out to @joyful-enchantress because after she commented on my Grayson post earlier, this all came to my mind. 🤪

**underneath the cut**

DICK GRAYSON

Dick talks you through it. He wants you to be vocal and makes it his top priority that your needs are met first

"Tell me what you need, baby." - "That's it, just like that, baby. You're close, aren't ya? Yeah, look at you. Come on, grind a little harder. I know you can do it."

Giving head is a sport for Grayson and he excels at it. He eats you out like you're his last meal

The man is an acrobat. He's flexible. All the positions he can get the two of you in should be new entries in the Kama Sutra

Dick loveeeees head in return. He won't ever make you do it or ask, but he loves that you're so eager to pleasure him

"I've been good, haven't I? No other reason to explain why you're gifting me that hot mouth of yours, sweet girl."

Dick isn't afraid to moan either. He knows when the noises start coming out of his mouth, you get off quicker

Let's go back to that acrobatic thing. He may or may not figure out ways to suspend you in the air... He may or may not be such a kinky man that he's got a separate room in your house where he plays sports with you... I'm not admitting it, I'm just saying

Loves for you to suck him off when your head hanging off the edge of the bed. He also loves to eat you out simultaneously

Dick Grayson is a boob man. Both hands on deck, he squeezes and teases your nipples by plucking them between his fingers. Loves to suck on them until they're stiff peaks. Likes to push two fingers into you while he bites your nipple, stroking until he hits that sweet spot. You're a goner after that

Loves for you to take what you want

"Atta girl, ride it just like that. This dick belongs to you, right? Act like it. Pleasure yourself... Yeah, go ahead and play with your clit. Wanna see you come. You're so pretty when you do."

Dick treasures loving on you after sex. He rewards you for your good behavior and a job well done with baths, massages, you name it. He ensures you're taken care of and reminds you that he loves you dearly

JASON TODD

Jason likes it rough. He loves it when he sees your marks on him, whether it be teeth or nails. He collects each one like it is a kill

Ropes? Knife play? Any sort of bondage? Jason Todd is your man

Loves to bind your hands above your head while he rails you deep into the mattress. Loves the idea of you being helpless and unable to take it anymore. Gets him off real quick

Loves some dirty talk

"Take this dick like a good girl." - "You're soaking wet, babe. All this for me?" - "Not gonna waste a drop of this cum, you hear me? You won't let a drop leak outta this cunt - my cunt. You got that?"

Jason likes to get right by your ear while he grunts with each thrust, nipping your earlobe in between before trailing his tongue down your neck and sucking on your collarbone

"Gonna mark this pretty neck up, baby."

You two go at each other until you're a panting mess. Clothes strewn all over the place. Jason and you stare up at the ceiling, laughing like teenagers as you calm down from the high

"I think that was my new personal best. Ten orgasms. Ten!"

Yeah. Jason likes to place bets on who can give the other more orgasms in one night. Right now, he's winning

Jason loves your butt. Loves to slap your cheeks as he bends you over his lap as a warm-up. Carresses and bites the plump skin when he's kissing his way down your body before he hikes your legs over his shoulders and feasts

Likes to feel you breathe against him. He loves to feel your chest rise and fall when he's on top and you're panting for every breath while chasing your orgasm

He's a man who likes to edge that's for sure

"Uh-uh... That wasn't it. You can do better than that. Moan a little louder, that's it..." - "I'm being mean? No, you just need to work harder to come. You wanted this." - "Atta girl. I promise I'll let you come after this."

Jason's aftercare is you two taking a hot bath together where he can just hold your back to his chest and actually talk. You're his safe space

TIM DRAKE

Tim, albeit quiet, is a delectable switch. One day he's all soft and endearing, the next he's plowing you into next week (and blushing when you mention it afterward

He does a lot of studying on sex. What positions feel the best for you, different ways he can go down to ensure he has you screaming his name for all of Gotham to hear

Gets a little possessive during sex, especially when he's losing himself in it

"You're mine, do you hear me? Mine, sweetheart. Mine." - "No one else is going to claim you. You belong to me."

He likes it when you pull his hair, especially when he's going down. Feeling you guide him further into you is like a bolt of electricity shooting down his spine

Tim loves to get you relaxed before sex too, especially if he knows it's going to be a long night. He'll run you a warm bath, pamper you with sweet-scented lotions, and get you nice and ready before he unleashes. Fun fact, those nights are when you know he's gonna get rough

Tim won't admit it aloud but he loves a good missionary position or where you two lay facing each other. He loves to caress your face and kiss you softly as he takes you

"Lift your leg, sweetheart... That's it. C'mere. Let me watch that gorgeous face of yours when you fall apart for me, yeah?"

Like Dick and Jason, he VALUES aftercare so. Freaking. Much! Takes a warm cloth to the mess he made between your legs and kisses along the heated skin, telling you how much he loves you

[pupyuj]

I need you to continue the g!p joyuriz one omg 😵‍💫

ngl i've been thinking on this for a while bcs i miss them.. my three idiots... also ik the idea was joyuriz fucking you before a performance but i lowkey forgot so... 🤪

[cw: gangbang, g!p, oral, dubcon, anal, blowjob, handjob, masturbation, fingering, throatfucking]

imagine like... being an up-and-coming actress and taking up a job as an mc for a music show 🤭 le sserafim, yena, and yuri's comebacks somehow miraculously being in sync with each other so naturally, joyuriz find their way back to each other and they were checking you out in the hallways 😭 whispering to each other about how great you looked in your dress and them having long discussions about how they would fuck you in it⁉️⁉️ but then you looked at them and suddenly they're good girls who smile and bow at you before they go back into staring at your ass and getting their dicks hard bcs they're actually pervs 😳😳

at the interview thingy, the three of them couldn't keep their eyes off of you 😵‍💫 yena was literally only looking at your tits, chaewon had to hide half of her body behind yunjin because her fucking bulge was so big that she couldn't even make up an excuse for it, and yuri was just lost in her head, thinking of all the ways she wanted to ruin you... and that was when she got the idea to invite you to her waiting room after all the performances were done! 🤭 somehow she got all of her staff team to leave the room so it was just you and her,, she talked to you about some normal enough things... your experience as a new actor so far, sharing her own experiences and adventures in the acting industry, that kind of stuff yk? and then yena and chaewon show up,, all changed in some more comfy attire and so fucking ready to fuck you 😁

yuri starts it off first of course! sitting beside you, putting her hand on your thigh... and then taking your hand and putting on her stiff crotch... you jolting back, shocked when you finally realized what their intent was but before you could make any move to leave, yena was sitting beside you, trying to ease you by rubbing your shoulders and telling you to calm down and there's chaewon, standing in front of you, staring down at you with hooded eyes,, yena grabbing your jaw and kissing you and yuri fondling your tits 😵‍💫😵‍💫 yulyen completely distracting you from chaewon and the sight of the ever-growing bulge beneath her sweatpants...

yena and yul making you look while chaewon pulls down her pants, revealing her throbbing hard cock,, and you're completely enticed by the precum that leaked from her slit,, practically drooling at the sight but there was still that feeling of fear that sat on the pit of your stomach, knowing that the three of them were going to to use you until they were satisfied...

being the most comfortable with yuri, so you oblige when she tells you to put chaewon's cock in your mouth,,, going about it as slowly as possible, trying to get yourself used to a size bigger than what you usually took but chaewon was impatient :((( her grabbing your head and forcing her cock down deeper inside your mouth, groaning when she hits the back of your throat,, you claw at her thighs and attempted to push her away so you could breathe properly but chaewon had your head in a death grip—she would not let go. meanwhile, yena had snuck a hand underneath your skirt, rubbing your clit through your panties and grinning at the feeling of your thighs closing around her wrist,, yuri was kissing your neck, leaving hickeys while she unzipped your dress from the back,,

"you're gonna be good and swallow all of chaewonie's cum, okay?" yuri was saying but you could barely hear her since you and chaewon were moaning,, what with her cock completely filling your throat up with how big she was and yena nearly pushing you to your own climax bcs she was sooo good with her fingers 😳😳 chaewon holds your head down on her cock while she spills her cum inside your mouth, a string of swears leaving her own as she emptied herself... omgdjkdjc her cum dripping down your chin a bit bcs chae comes so much :((( but yuri was there to shove chaewon's cum back into your mouth with her fingers 🤤

"sorry, i'm being greedy... but i need to feel her pussy around my dick," chaewon said and ofc yena and yuri would do whatever she wants bcs they know how much chaewon needed to get off some more 🤭

them positioning you so that yena's cock would be inside your ass while chaewon pounds into your pussy :((( meanwhile, you were trying your hardest to stroke yuri's cock, but the feeling of yena and chaewon's dicks inside you proved to be too much... not like they cared, ssamyen keeps on fucking you in a rough pace and yuri slapped you into paying attention to her. "do your best, (y/n)... or else i'll have to punish you." yuri says and then she grabs your jaw and forces her cock inside your mouth despite your protest,, aaaa fuck all of them moaning so loudly and cutely because your holes just felt too good :(((

"we're gonna come inside y-you, (y/n).. f-fuck... and you're gonna let everybody know how good we're making you feel..." yena leaves several marks on your back as she thrusts her hips,, god she was drooling like a rabid dog, grunting and groaning in your ear and fucking into your asshole like it was going to be the last time,, it definitely wasn't! especially now that she knows how easy it is to manipulate a pretty thing like you into being a whore for her and her friends...

mmmdhsjhksk all three of them coming at the same time,, god,,, yuri pulling out of your mouth and coming all over your face and chest,, and chaewon and yena filling up your insides with their warm seed, and ofc you come right after,, hugging chaewon as you did so and collapsing on her chest,, 😵‍💫😵‍💫 feeling so disoriented after getting dicked down that you could barely register all the sweet things the three of them were saying to you 🥺 chaewon holding you so gently and laying down on the couch so she could cuddle you,, yuri petting your head and kissing you jshsdksjfh and yena cleaning you up,,

but of course.. yena couldn't resist touching your pussy again but she knew you were exhausted to hell after what they all did so she was gentle as she rubbed your clit to stimulate you some more 🤭🤭 "ha... you can still keep going after all that? what a good girl..." chaewon whispered, watching your squirm and whine softly at the sensation... you were quick to come this time bcs you were just so sensitive at this point :((( but the girls didn't care!!

hhhh all of them taking turns fucking you with their fingers very gently,, they knew they should give you a break but god your voice was just so fucking pretty!! they couldn't get enough of you at all 🥰💞

[cowboyhorsegirl]

where's the list??

I know you were asking for a list of the Top Five Multiversal Tony Stark’s Who Would Sexually Dog Walk Rob Liefield’s Captain America, but instead i'm gonna give you a list of Rob Liefield's Captain America's Top Five Kinks That Have Him White-Knuckling The Bathroom Sink While He Glares At Himself In The Mirror And Tries To Ignore The Taste Of Come In The Back Of His Throat (number 4 will have you--& Captain America--gagging!) bc it's been on my mind lately

Essentially, I feel like all of the more gruff iterations of Steve (including Rob Liefield v2 Cap, Ults Cap, and arguably EMH Cap) just need to be totally and completely objectified in order to get out of their heads for a bit. His body, his identity, and his duty are all intertwined so intimately, it's hard to unravel what still remains of just Steve Rogers underneath the mantel of Captain America. Furthermore, even when he does take issue with the ideals of the country that he's supposed to both protect & represent when he wakes to the 21st century, I think these versions of Steve may struggle with these emerging feelings of dissent towards America because he chose to embody this heroic persona in the first place. So, by renouncing the jingoistic values that Captain America has come to symbolize in the interim while Steve was in the ice, he's not only betraying his duty, but also himself.

And it's not like Steve can ever truly undo his decision to become Captain America. The evidence of that is clear in the fact that his body was bestowed upon him just as much as the shield was. I imagine that Steve struggles to articulate this tension that he feels about being someone who was granted superhuman ability solely because he was trusted to be able to carry out his duty who is now questioning the justness of the very institutions he was originally created to serve. A weapon who is beginning to question the hand that wields it.

I think that for Steve, release from this turmoil feels like being able to exist redirect his body for a purpose that he doesn't have to morally interrogate, or even reflect upon at all past the pleasure that it brings him. He just wants to be temporarily untethered from questions of loyalty vs. righteousness, Steve Rogers vs. Captain America, and he wants not to dwell on when those two sides of himself started to stand in opposition to each other.

The objectification is a familiar burden: after all, being Captain America involves its fair share of objectification. Steve has lost count of the number of military galas and political ceremonies he's been to where he suspects his gracious and grating hosts would have much preferred to parade a red, white, and blue statue around instead. Sometimes he wonders if the army regrets unfreezing him at all, if they wish they had left him stiff and compliant, imprisoning him back in cold storage in the time between annual dinners to honor WW2 vets.

And it's not that Steve doesn't want to let himself go trusting and defenseless in compliance, and he sure wouldn't mind if that lent itself to a stiffness of a more heated nature, either. It's just that his conscious runs even deeper than the serum, and sometimes if he wants to capture that ever more elusive feeling of accomplishment, of conviction, of obedience, than he has to submit to a more extracurricular set of duties.

Having said all that, here is my list of Rob Liefield's Captain America's Top Five Kinks! 🤪��🫡

Human Furniture

Neglect Play

Pet Play (but do NOT call him a 'good boy')

Cockwarming

Degradation & Humiliation

And bc you were so good and read through my Steve meta, I will also give you my list of Top Five Multiversal Tony Stark's Who Would Sexually Dog Walk Rob Liefield's Captain America! 😏😉😘

Ults Tony

SIM!Tony

v2 Tony

MCU Tony

SWCW Tony

[x-heesy]

DФФMSDДУ, FЦCҜДZ 🫶🏽

(​trash me if you can)

The Sound of doom in yo mothefuckin face bitch

Im from the tomb all the darkness i embrace bitch

You wont expect all the fire, get the shell shock

You got no cover so you begging to be dead, shot

Oh it's the reddy from the grave bitch i'm the mystic

Believe in witches and im way too pessimistic

Give me a sign, cause i wanna die, i dont wanna wanna live

Slit my fuckin neck and leave me dead till i go stiff

The sound of doom

Motherfucker burn

The sound of doom

Motherfucker burn

I got that bloody flow, its even sicker than my stomach

Creepin on yo back you motherfucker better gun it (Ey)

I got no respect for you suckers, gonna plummet

Flexin' with your money, do you wanna make me vomit

This is your demise, oh are you listening

That you are nothing more than dirt to me

The sound of doom

Motherfucker burn 🔥

The sound of doom

Motherfucker burn 🔥

@wayward-cat 🤪😜🤪

Sound of Doom by REDZED

[roosterbruiser]

Once again id like to request some landslide crumbs!!!! Let’s go crazy!!!

let's go nuts 🤪

this is a deleted scene bc I decided it didn't align with literally anyone's characterization at all! v angsty!

Landslide Crumbs™️ under the cut

I’m nearly running. I know I’m going to have blisters, can feel the stiff leather of my loafers withering away the skin of my heels. 

My hair is falling out of its bun, my blouse is untucked from my skirt. My teeth hurt from biting down so hard. My ears are still red from raising my voice and my chest is tight with anger. 

Anger. I cannot remember the last time I felt truly angry, especially this deeply. I forgot how it aches in my throat, the way it makes my jaw fasten tightly, like it’s sewn together with a tapestry needle. Even the scar on my jaw is throbbing.

Hangman was on a roll. Insulting Phoenix, abandoning his wingman. I was sitting at my desk, typing, listening. I was almost dozing, imagining that if Maggie were there, she would have jumped on him like a tick and drank all his blood before he even knew what was happening. 

But I froze when he said it.  

“I can’t be the only one that knows that Maverick flew with his old man,” Hangman said coolly. 

I was watching Maverick’s face. His cheeks sagged, eyebrows drooping, a frown planting itself on his lips. I knew that look--the look of anguish, of guilt. It was obvious that my dad’s death had fucked Maverick up pretty bad.  

“That’s enough,” Maverick warned, though his voice wavered. 

Then I was looking at Rooster. There was an intensity in his glare, his face angled to the left at Hangman, the air around him charged with unadulterated rage, with electricity. I was sure that if I touched Rooster in that moment, my finger would be zapped. 

“Or that Maverick was flying when his old man--!” 

“Lieutenant, that’s enough!” Maverick was louder now, but Hangman was deaf to his orders.

Rooster and I sprouted from our seats at the same time, that invisible string pulling taut. Except Rooster pounced from his desk and lunged at Hangman, getting one good shove in before the pilots flocked around them. I stood motionlessly, my jaw slack.  

“That’s enough!” 

“You son of a bitch,” Rooster spat, his voice strained and harsh. 

He pointed his finger at Hangman, eyes wide but face pulled together in an anguished kind of rage. His face was red, hair disheveled. 

Hangman was insufferably cool, shrugging off any hands that tried to hold him back. Rooster still tried to lunge when the opportunity presented itself--like a caged animal. His chest heaved and his cheeks were so red they looked like they were going to combust. 

“He’s not cut out for this mission,” Hangman said, smiling, “you know it. You know I’m right.”

“You’re all dismissed,” Maverick defeatedly called, looking out at the squadron. 

Rooster turned his back and stalked in the opposite direction of everyone else.

It was Hangman that I’d found first. He was leaning against the leather-tufted couch in the breakroom, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes downcast. The corners of his mouth were still turned up, just slightly, into a smirk. 

“Hey,” I had uttered, stepping into the carpeted room, “Hangman.”

He glanced up at me, smirk dissipating when he registered the furrow of my brow and the splotches on my throat. All the places Rooster had touched me on Flat Rock Beach, in Memorial Hall, were smoldering.

“Yeah?” 

Hangman crossed his arms, eyes peering into my half-lidded ones. 

“Remember when you said I was the best backseater? And that you’d heard stories about me?” 

He nodded solemnly. 

I stood before him, turning my chin towards the ceiling to look up at him. 

“I didn’t get to that place by pulling whatever stunt that was,” I hissed, “and the difference between a pilot like you and a pilot like Rooster--or Crimson, even--is that their squad comes back. Every single one of them.” 

He narrowed his eyes and set his jaw, but said nothing. 

“And if you think for even a fraction of a second that you’re going on this mission,” I laughed dryly, feeling myself untethering the longer I spoke, “you’ve got another thing coming.”

And at that, I spun on my heel, turning towards the door. Phoenix and Bob were standing in the doorway. Bob was nodding solemnly at me, cheeks hollowed, and Phoenix was staring at Hangman with a quirked brow. 

Even though it is the late afternoon, the building seems to be entirely empty except for me. The air conditioning rumbles, the fluorescents buzz and flicker above me, people talk lowly in their offices--but all that noise, that sweet unimportant noise, is drowned out by the thud of my shoes hitting the tile. 

I almost have to dig my heels in the ground when I reach it, Memorial Hall. And he is there, just like I knew he would be. It’s only been a few minutes, minutes that were fleeting, but crucial. His cheeks glow red in the distance and his chest is heaving. He’s standing before his father’s portrait, his flight suit now unzipped to his belly, his arms limply by his sides as he clenches his fists. 

I don’t say his name, but I slow down. I found him. No more haste necessary.

He doesn’t turn to face me when I step beside him. We just both catch our breaths, both our cheeks radiating heat. He’s staring very intently at Goose’s portrait, but I know that he probably isn’t seeing it, not really. 

“Why’re you panting?” He finally asks, voice soft but ragged. 

“I ripped into Lieutenant Seresin,” I whisper back. 

His head snaps in my direction. Now I don’t look at him. There’s a growing pit in my belly. 

“Did you actually?” 

“Affirmative.” 

Rooster makes a noise--something between a dry laugh and a stunted gasp. 

“Aren’t you a little hothead,” he teases, his voice flat, “getting into a scuffle with the big boys.” 

His words pierces me like a fire-poker that’s come straight from the flames of Hell. I almost choke on my spit, blinking rapidly in shock. What the fuck did he just say to me? 

Then he doubles down, “I don’t need you doing my dirty work, Lieutenant Ledger.” 

His body is stiff beside mine. 

I take one step away from him, reeling. My belly is upside down, my heart racing faster than it ever had in an F-18, in a dogfight, even. That rage is climbing, climbing up my throat again and faster than before. I think I hear a tooth crack as I slam my teeth against each other.

The gross comments began as soon as Crimson and I set foot in the Naval Academy. We trained with them, we slept in the same barracks sometimes, we ate every meal with them, we loaded the same guns as them, we loved the country they loved, too. We fought for the country they fought for, too. But at the end of the day, it didn’t matter, did it? Because we were pretty little things with pretty little things between our legs. Didn’t matter if we were on a Naval carrier with the boys we trained with, the men we answered to. Even then, we had to be on guard. Don’t get too comfortable. Go to the bathroom in groups. Don’t leave a drunk girl alone in the mess hall, in the rec room.

Tears spring into my eyes and I want to weep, but I take a deep breath, filling my lungs. Rooster is looking at me again. I tuck my blouse in, staring ahead at Admiral Walker’s portrait. Then I reach up and smooth my hair, readjusting my pins so my hair is contained once more. I smooth my skirt and curse the shoes on my feet. 

I glance at my watch. It’s 5:03. 

“Big boys, huh?” I finally manage to say, letting my hands fall on my thighs. 

Rooster squares his jaw. I think of his hand on my cheek on Flat Rock Beach, the way he watched my eyes, the way his were filled with covert tears.

“You know, my blood runs just as red and hot as yours,” I start slowly, “and I have given everything I have for this country. Everything. And it’s taken it, too. Graciously. I am your equal, Lieutenant Bradshaw.” 

Rooster screws his eyes shut, arms crossed over his chest, face contorted into a grimace. 

“Or maybe I’m not. Maybe I’m better than you because I would never sink to that level.”   

[football-and-fanfics]

I don't expect Netherlands to beat Argentina either but it would be legendary if it ends up happening. And Gordan Ramsey is a walking talking meme 😂

Ooo horseriding, interesting. Kepa the horse, suits him 😆. I hope you'll do well going back to horseriding. Owning a horse sounds so amazing, I've always wanted a horse but all I have is two cats 😞 but I love them to bits.

I used to play tennis professionally you could say, when I was young. Now I just play it casually. I also know how to do figure skating and gymnastics. Though still as hobbies and very rarely because my anemia affects stuff like this. But in terms of watching sports,  apart from football I like f1, tennis, motogp and have been slowly getting interested in ice hockey. I guess I could say my only hobby is reading?? I love reading a lot lol.

—your secret santa ❄ 💙 🤍

Hi! So sorry, I wasn't online for a bit😁

Wow, sounds like you're really good at tennis! Gymnastics and figure skating are cool too. I could never do those things, I'm as stiff as a plank🤪

Cats are amazing too, I have three of those as well🙈

I like reading a lot too. I devour books you could say😇

[operationnope]

I think I’m having similar thoughts regarding perfect match. our plays are opposite tho, i was originally w darcy and then match w mal after darcy took back lidia.

but anyway. i replayed it today and i feel like darcy has always been open to other options, like when nikki sent us on a date with andrew and he said we should be open minded and give the date a chance. at the time i was like okay, makes sense. now im like well i hate it. BUT, i did feel like there was more remorse for ending things with us vs trying to win us back. like, you ruined our relationship to go back to your cheating ex, you spend the entire time fighting with them and being stiff and awkward, only to say i wished you were on the board. like now get on your knees and beg or something! how humiliating.

and for some reason, it hurt when lidia said darcy’s moms would never like me. lmaoooo.

plus, it’s so frustrating to constantly lose the compatibility challenges. i’d have much rather lost the hotel room one if i knew immediately after going all the way he’d want to leave me for his cheating ex. plus, the fact we’re hearing how great the new single is but we’re not allowed to meet him, probably until after the match to create new drama.

but maybe the conversation will happen if we choose to rematch with him. i’m not sure. every conversation we’ve had since he got back from his date with lidia feels unfinished and unresolved, like glad you apparently still have feelings for me, but definitely feels like we’re just an option / stand in for him.

idk sorry my thoughts are jumbled so i’m probably all over the place lol

Hi nonny!! That’s so fun that we have the same two LIs but reversed 😄

No apologies, I’m all over the place, too! And I agree with lots of your thoughts. I can’t believe Lidia said that about Darcy’s moms 😱 She can get in the bin, girl needs to go already. I can’t remember if she said anything mean in regard to Mal’s family and MC. I tend to black out when she’s on my screen 😂

I hope we can have a deeper convo if we get back together with our previous match. I feel like there’s been a lot left unsaid, and it may just be the writing unfortunately. And we better get to meet this mystery match that Sage brought back! 👀

There’s still 8 episodes left, so I’m interested enough to see where it goes. I mean, it’s not the best game I’ve ever played, but for something that’s included with my Netflix subscription, I can’t complain too much 🤷🏻‍♀️

Keep me posted on who you end up with! I don’t know what I’m gonna do, but I’ll probably replay 🤪

Thanks for the ask 😘💗

[meowzfordayz]

T !!! 🗣️ HII !!! 🗣️

I’m finally stopping by again after being dead for such a lonnngggg time 😭🥹

I started off by rereading your last response to me, which was super heartwarming (very much older sibling vibes 🥹💜), and I can now say I did end up passing the AP Chem exam!! I got a 3, which I was SO relieved to see that I passed 😅😅

I’m now taking AP Bio tho, along with 3 other APs, so I’m back to square one again… And our first unit is covering chem, which ASDJFJSJS *war flashbacks* 😔

Prom was alrighttt; the boy drama didn’t turn out the best for one of my friends during the middle of the event 😬 (very complicated, as most teen drama often is LMAO), but it’s fine now for the most part. I’m happy we at least had fun dressing up and dancing together ☺️

Aside from that, ty for all the lovely advice/support and positive vibes you gave (it means a lot)!! 💜💜

I also want to say that I’m so sorry I was inactive all summer! 😔 Imma be honest, mine didn’t go the best.. Nothing bad happened thankfully, but my mental state took a pretty steep nosedive, mostly due to the looming knowledge of this being the last year of my childhood (legally), time flying by way too fast, and the upcoming stress of college apps 😓

However, near the end of the summer I watched the movie Soul for the first time (just by chance), which actually resonated so deeply with me?? I’m so grateful I watched it because it genuinely helped pull me out of the state of limbo I was in, and I’ve can honestly say I’ve been doing much better since then (it definitely hammered home a lot of the advice you gave as well 🫶). A bit cheesy, but nonetheless ironically fitting for what it was lmao 😅

Now, how have you been??? I scrolled down a little to see that you injured your knee?! 😰

Super glad it wasn’t a torn ACL, but a sprain it still quite inconvenient and painful (been there 😔). Remember to take it easy and rest, and I hope it heals soon 😤

Other than that, hope you’ve been well overall? 🥹

- 💜

Hii bby !!!!! 🤯😍 I'm so glad you weren't actually dead, and am thrilled to see you in my inbox again !!!!! 😂🫶🏽 You've nothing to apologize for inactivity wise; you had a lot going on, which is 100% understandable! 😵‍💫 I haven't watched Soul, but I liked its trailers, and am happy it accomplished what I (personally) feel art should — made you feel something !! 🥺

Congratulations on passing AP Chem !! 🥳🤓 I only took 2 AP classes in high school (Language & Composition + Government), and didn't take any of the official exams (I did get A's in the classes themselves tho), and I purposely avoided the STEM AP classes lmao — props to you !! 😤😎

Prom and drama seems like an appropriate (albeit unfortunate) combo 🥴, but I'm relieved that everything's generally ~okay! 😮‍💨 I hope you yourself had a drama free and enjoyable night? 😅 What color was your outfit? 👀

My knee's doing well, albeit still a bit stiff, and I can def tell when I've accidentally pushed it too much throughout the day (i.e. walking too fast + standing for too long). 🤪 Besides that, I'm basically just on the semester grind: classes, work, hw, writing, exercising, and hanging out w/ my bf + friends. 🫨

Sending you fabulous Friday vibes, and a bonus bowl of pho! 🍜💝

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Waiting for more stepdad!H so I can drown my sorrows in your writing and feel fulfilled again 🤪

Selfish*

Summary: Harry’s fed up with your teasing and he sneaks into your room to fuck you when your mom falls asleep. 866 words

Warning: stepdad!Harry x stepdaughter!reader - If you don’t like that kind of thing don’t read. Smut, degradation, cheating, inappropriate relationship between a stepdad & stepdaughter

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Harry snuck into your room after your mom fell asleep. You knew he would. You’d been a tease all day. On purpose of course.

He covered your mouth as soon as he crawled into your bed over you and pulled your shorts down with his other hand. You weren’t wearing panties. Again, on purpose.

“Fucking always such a whore.” Harry whispered as he flicked his fingers in between your folds, up and down. He moved his hand from your mouth and began lifting your t-shirt upward.

“Just for you, daddy.” You panted quietly. You wanted his fingers, his mouth, his cock, anything. You only teased him so hard all day because you hoped for this exact outcome.

“Of course it’s just for me. You’ll never have a better cock than mine. And you know it.” He pushed his tongue into your mouth and you both moaned.

You reached a hand down and cupped his already thickening cock and he rutted down into your hand. He kept his lips on yours and his fingers at your pussy.

Soon, that familiar slippery wetness began to make its way out over Harry’s fingers and he glided his digits all over the outside and the inside of your labia, spreading the arousal all around. He loved how wet you got. Always.

“I want to taste you so bad but we have to be quick. You ready for my cock?” He spoke when he leaned back to pull his sweats down and then he stuck his fingers into his mouth and licked your flavor off of them.

You adjusted yourself to accommodate Harry between your legs as you nodded, “I’m always ready for you, daddy.”

Harry loved hearing you say things like this. It made him weak for you. It’s why his feelings for you started to expand. The way you so easily worked his ego and knew just which buttons to push. It drove him wild for you. You seemed to be the only one to get him without even trying.

“You are aren’t you? My good girl. My best girl.” Harry whispered as he settled between your thighs. His cock stiff and long as he pushed into your soft cunt.

It was so good. Getting filled up by Harry was what you were made for.

He couldn’t pound into you because that would be too loud, but he could get in deep. So with long, languid strokes, just as he got his cock all the way in, he rutted up into you with a bit of force to push into your insides just that much more. It had you biting back a whine each time he did it.

“Oh!” You squeaked out when he rammed into you in one quick thrust that had you crossing your eyes.

Harry put a hand over your mouth and pushed your left leg down to your chest, bent at the knee.

“Shh, shh, shh… keep quiet for me.”

He continued his slow thrusts, dipping in deeper at the end of his strokes to really drive home how big and long he was.

“Fuck you’re perfect. Fuck I need you Y/n…” he moaned quietly, his dick reaching your cervix and splitting you in half. You moaned into his hand and nodded with your eyes on his.

Harry was feeling your tight hole fluttering around him, a telltale sign of your impending orgasm. You felt it too. You knew you would come soon. Harry’s dick just felt good. Too good.

“Gonna cream on daddy’s cock, baby? Yeah? There you go. Shit! Like that baby…” you nodded as you started to come. He kept his hand over your mouth as you released around his dick, still pushing and pulling in and out as he fucked you through your high.

Just as your climax had peaked and you moaned into his big palm Harry began to fill you with his hot come. He gritted his teeth and willed the groan that wanted to come out loudly to stay silent but his breathing was hard and he had instinctively increased his cadence making the bed creek lightly to the pace of his thrusting.

You both laid silently and happily as you came you down and connected your mouths.

You wrapped your arms sound him, sliding yours under his arms and squeezing him and he just kept kissing you with his cock stuffed deep in your guts still.

“Mmm… wish I could just stay here tonight.” He groaned in a whisper. You sighed and smiled. He wanted you. He wanted to be with you. He preferred you. It should have made you guiltier than it did, but instead his admission gave you butterflies and made your heart rate rise again. You wished he could stay too.

“Maybe sometime we can go away for the weekend. Just us two. And then we can sleep together all night.”

Harry grinned but you couldn’t see it in the dark. A weekend away with you sounded exactly like what he needed.

“Selfish little thing. Maybe if you’re good we can think about it.” He goaded.

“I am selfish for you, daddy. I want you all to myself.”

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And Then Some

A/N: Surprise, surprise, another McGarrett fic 🤪 I’m rewatching Five-0 (yet again) and this is the chaos that ensues. I’ll be resuming NCIS soon and then I have no doubt I’ll circle back to Criminal Minds 😉 For now, enjoy some angsty, hurt/comfort Five-0

Based on s6ep25 (Script credit goes to this site)

———

You barrel through the emergency room entrance at Tripler, demanding, “McGarrett! Where’s Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett?” One of the nurses at the reception station hears the distress in your voice and stands as you approach, ready to help. “My husband, Steve McGarrett,” you choke out. “There was- there was a plane. A crash. An emergency landing, I’m not sure. I was told he was on his way here. Can you-”

“Y/N?”

You whip around at the sound of your name being called, relief flooding through you when you see a familiar shock of blonde hair. Your solace is short-lived, instantly twisting back into anxiety at the look on his face- his bloodied face, accompanied by red, too much red, on his hands and shirt.

“Danny?” you whisper, bottom lip trembling despite your best efforts to control your emotions. “You’re covered in blood but you didn’t- you weren’t-”

“I’m so sorry, honey.” Tears brim in his eyes and your mouth opens once, then twice, trying to muster up the courage to say the words you never wanted to say.

“Is he…”

Danny’s shaking his head frantically before you can force the question past your lips, and your body heaves with a noiseless sob. Turning your head at the telltale squeaking of shoes on linoleum, you spot Lou, Kono, and Chin rushing up to you. “Where is he?” Kono breathes out, blindly reaching for your hand to offer you support.

“They just rushed him into surgery,” Danny supplies. “EMT said he lost a lot of blood.”

“You know Steve's as tough as they come, Danny, okay?” Lou insists in a conciliatory tone, and even though he’s addressing the blonde by name, his eyes are locked on yours. You angle your head downward in acknowledgement. I hear you. “He’s not gonna go out without a fight.”

“Yeah,” your husband’s best friend asserts in a forced breath. “Yeah.” And then he’s walking purposefully toward the exit, patting Lou’s arm as he passes.

“Hey, where’re you going?” Chin starts following behind. “You need to get yourself checked out!”

“I’m fine,” he waves off the concern, “Come on!”

“Danny? Danny!” you protest in unison, but nothing is going to stop him. He’s made up his mind.

Lou follows in the men’s footsteps, but Kono hangs back, hesitating as she glances between her team and your grief-stricken face. You sniff and straighten up your spine, bobbing your head once in a stoic nod. “I’ll be here when he wakes up. You go get the son of a bitch who shot him.” She squeezes your hand once and then takes off, and you watch their shrinking forms until you can’t make out who’s who in the distance.

With no word of your husband’s current status or company to distract you, your legs carry you to the waiting room where you sink down into one of the stiff chairs. You take in a shaky breath, the overwhelming scent of disinfectant and despair pervading your senses. Letting your head fall back against the wall with a dull thud, you close your eyes and are instantly transported back to the damning moment when everything went wrong.

“…so it’s a good idea to hold off on boarding for now until we get that vaccine in him-” A knock at the door interrupts your advice to your clients, and you rise from your spot on the floor next to their German Shepherd, excusing yourself to poke your head out.

“Did I forget to write a duration for the Amoxi again?” you shake your head with a laugh, grateful that your technicians are used to your idiosyncrasies by now and know that it’s okay to knock. Your smile falters at the look on your head tech’s face and the way she’s methodically spinning the diamond on her ring finger.

“There’s a call for you on line two, Doctor McGarrett,” her voice barely rises above a whisper so as to keep your conversation private from the couple in the room behind you.

“Can you tell them I’m in an appointment and take a message? We’re almost done in here.”

The ring makes another rotation. “It’s…urgent, Y/N.”

Excusing yourself from your appointment as politely as possible while trying to quell the panic rising in your chest, you exit into the central appointment hallway, heartbeat thudding against your ribcage as you recall the nature of your husband’s covert op today. Had their fabricated identities not cleared? Did the plane malfunction? A million and one life threatening scenarios fly through your brain as you follow your employee down the hall asking, “Is it Steve? Danny? What happened?” Delicately taking the receiver from its cradle, she holds it out to you in lieu of a verbal response. You tuck the phone between your ear and shoulder, clearing your throat and steeling yourself before pressing ‘2’. “Hello?”

“Is this Lieutenant Commander McGarrett’s wife?”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter, your shaky voice betraying the weight of your negative thoughts, “this is she.”

“Ma’am, I’m calling from Tripler Army Medical Center. I’m sorry to inform you that your husband is in critical condition from several gunshot wounds and is en route to us now.”

A high pitched whine drowns out any words that follow as the room starts spinning and you grab the countertop in front of you to ground yourself, the sharp edge biting into the palm of your hand. “…Ma’am? Ma’am?”

“Ma’am?”

Your eyes fly open and a gasp erupts from your body as you emerge from the nightmare to a gentle hand on your shoulder. You look up to find kind eyes and a sympathetic smile, walking your gaze across blue scrubs to a tag reading Doctor Cornett.

“I’m sorry,” you press your fingers into your eyes and shake your head, “I must’ve drifted off waiting here.”

“Please,” he lowers himself into the seat next to you, “don’t apologize. I know how difficult this must be for you. My name is Isaac Cornett and I’m overseeing your husband’s case.”

“Thank you,” you offer reflexively, your hands curling into fists so that your nails press into your flesh in the vain hope the pain will keep your tears at bay. “Is there any update on his condition?”

“Steve lost a lot of blood,” he begins gently, and you immediately warm to his use of your husband’s first name. Excellent bedside manner, your doctor brain approves. “We’re working on correcting the fluid loss now to prevent hypovolemic shock. However-”

The high pitched whine returns full force, the contradictory word sending your heart rate into overdrive, the doctor’s words falling on deaf ears before he takes his leave so you can make some calls. You press the digits of Danny’s number, acting purely on muscle memory, using one hand to steady the device in the erratic shaking of the other. “Danny?”

“Y/N, babe,” he’s yelling to be heard over approaching sirens, “we got him. We got him.”

“Of course you did,” you sniff, smiling despite yourself. “Danno, listen- I need you to come back now, okay? I need you. Steve needs you.”

———

You jump up from your seat as your husband’s team approaches, their posture indicating they’re none the worse for wear although their haunted eyes contradict their outward stoicism. Danny takes your hand before turning to the approaching surgeon.

“I'm afraid it's not good news,” Doctor Cornett begins with a solemn look. “Commander McGarrett has suffered a devastating trauma to his liver. A bullet has cut it into multiple fragments, making the entire organ inoperable.” You feel Danny’s fingers tighten where they’re woven through yours and you instinctively squeeze back. “If he doesn't receive a new liver in the next few hours… he will die.”

“Then we don’t have any time to waste. I’ll be his donor,” you offer immediately, your sentiments echoed by Lou, Kono, and Chin. You would give anything in the world to save his life, even your own.

“We can certainly run some tests and determine which, if any, of you are the correct tissue match for Commander McGarrett,” the doctor begins, but Danny stops his explanation with a casual flick of his hand.

“Let me, um, just save everybody some time. Steve and I are the same blood type. So just- let's use mine.”

“We can run the bloodwork to confirm right now, Detective,” the doctor waves over a nurse to update her on the plan moving forward and you turn to Danny.

“You’re sure about this?”

“He’s already taken possession of my car, may as well add a vital organ,” the blonde cracks, causing a laugh to push its way past your lips even as your eyes turn glassy. He presses a gentle hand to your cheek, “Don’t get sentimental on me now, babe.”

You hurriedly swipe at your eyes and click your teeth, “Me? Sentimental? I’m a McGarrett, we don’t have emotions.”

“That’s my girl,” he smiles in response. “Speaking of, can somebody get my monkey from school? Tell her that her dad’s heroically getting his insides messed with for her least favorite uncle?”

“I’ll go,” Kono steps up, pulling you and Danny into a brief but tight hug before departing.

The nurse from earlier pokes her head out from behind the door leading to the hallway of exam rooms. “We’re ready for you, Detective Williams.”

“Hey,” Danny grabs your face, pressing a kiss to each cheek before letting you go, “we’ll see you in a bit, okay? Both of us.”

You muster up a smile for your husband’s partner and best friend. “I love you, Danno. We love you.”

“Love you more, babe,” he shoots you a wink before the door swings shut behind him and you release a shuddering exhale.

Chin wraps an arm around your shoulders and you lean against him gratefully, watching the blonde confidently strut down the long hallway as you whisper under your breath, “Love you most.”

———

“Hey you,” you stand to meet Grace as she enters the waiting room, twin tracks of mascara running down her cheeks revealing that she’d been crying earlier. You run your thumbs along the smudges before tucking her into your body, her fists balling up in your scrubs. Leaning down to press a kiss against the crown of her head you ask, “You see Danno before he went in?”

She nods in response, sniffling slightly before pulling back to meet your gaze. “You know Uncle Steve is going to be fine, right?”

“Thanks to your dad,” you offer a small smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “They’ll be up and awake and bugging us before we know it.”

“Do you think they’ll quit arguing so much once they’re sharing a liver?”

You chuckle appreciatively, grateful for the small refuge of levity. “Absolutely not.”

Grace slips her hand into yours as you each take a seat in one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, members of your chosen family trickling in one by one until the entire area is overtaken by Five-0 and company- Kono, Kamekona, Flippa, Jerry, Nahele, Max, Duke, Pua. HPD personnel drift in and out, asking for updates on Steve’s condition and offering you words of support. You maintain your grip on Grace’s hand the entire time, the two of you keeping each other grounded as the most important men in your lives go under the knife. She falls into a fitful sleep an hour or so into the procedure, head lolling on your shoulder. Seeing that you’re stuck in that position for the timebeing, Lou offers you a coffee which you gratefully accept, and eases into the spot beside you.

“You know,” he starts softly, squeezing your shoulder not currently being occupied by a sleepy teenager, “when I first met your husband, I couldn’t stand his ass.”

“I know,” you laugh, careful not to jostle Grace. “Who do you think bore the brunt of his venting?”

“And if you would've told me that the day would come,” he pauses to take a heavy breath, “when I'm in a hospital waiting room torn up inside, almost to the point of tears, because my man is in a room with his life hanging in the balance…”

“Lou,” your voice breaks, thick with emotion. He takes your hand, ever so gently bringing it to his lips as he collects himself.

“Now don’t you ever tell him this cause he’s already got a big head,” he cracks a smile, earning one in return, “but he’s the toughest man I know.”

“And stubborn to boot,” you tack on, sifting through your many memories until you land on a particularly telling one during your wedding planning.

“I’m not saying ‘Til death do us part’, Steve,” you insist. “You put on a badge and a gun every damn day. That’s just bad juju!”

“It’s traditional and it’s symbolic, Y/N,” he huffs in response. “It’s just something you say during a wedding, you don’t really mean it.”

“You-” your mouth opens once, then twice, trying and failing to process his words. “What do you mean ‘you don’t really mean it’?”

“Come on,” he groans, beyond exasperated with these circular arguments the two of you have been hashing out over the wedding. “You know what I mean, baby.”

“No,” you cross your arms with a glare, “I actually don’t, Steven.”

“Oh, is that what we’re doing? You’re gonna full name me now?”

“How can you not appreciate the weight of the words we’re going to speak to each other on the day we’re literally committing for life?”

“I don’t understand why you get so hung up on these details!”

“Because it matters to me,” you snap, feeling angry tears well up in your eyes, “clearly more than it does to you.”

“Y/N, honey,” he reaches for you and you draw back before stalking upstairs.

“Come to bed when you decide to stop being such a stubborn asshat.”

Steve doesn’t come to bed that night, instead opting to sleep on the couch and give you time to cool off as he reflects on your words. He eventually drifts off into a restless sleep, waking in the middle of the night to an oddly comforting pressure on his chest. He squints as his eyes adjust to the dark, finding your angelically sleeping form draped across his body, your head rising and falling with each breath he takes.

“You can’t escape me,” you mumble sleepily against his skin, “even if one of us dies. If you go first, I’ll find you when I get there. If it’s me, I’ll haunt your ass forever.”

Running his fingers through your hair, he quips, “Just my ass?”

You lift your head from his chest, bleary eyes focusing on his twinkling blue orbs. “Huh?”

“You’ll only haunt my ass?” he clarifies cheekily. “Not my whole self?”

Suddenly you’re both laughing uncontrollably, so hard that you tumble off the edge of the leather couch and onto the floor, delirious with the absurdity of it all.

“I don’t really care what we say, my love,” you concede once your laughter subsides. “All I want is to spend the rest of my life with you, and then some.”

“And then some,” he echoes back, a smile lighting up his handsome face. “That’s perfect. Fuck being traditional. ‘For forever and then some,’” he asserts before pulling you close and kissing you soundly.

“Oh Steve,” you whisper out loud in the present, touching shaky fingers to your lips where you swear you can feel the ghost of your husband’s mouth on yours.

“Hey,” Chin croons softly, squatting low in front of your chair and swiping at the unbidden tears running down your cheeks. “He’s spent his whole life taking care of other people. Good karma racks up.”

“Yeah,” you breathe out shakily. “Yeah, he’s going to be fine.”

Chin sinks fully to the ground, leaning back against the chair across from you. “Y/N, when I first lost Malia, as you might imagine, I was in a- in a pretty dark place.” You nod in understanding, tears pooling in your eyes anew because you realize he’s been through this torture. “Steve… it was like he knew I wasn’t sleeping. This guy would call me up in the middle of the night and be like, ‘Yo, Chin, what are you doing?’ I’d be like-”

“Nothing?” you supply through a laugh.

“Nothing,” he confirms with a chuckle himself. “He would say, ‘You want to go grab some coffee?’ So we'd go to this place near me. And we'd just sit there. Sometimes we would talk, other times, we wouldn't say much of anything. And this went on for weeks.”

“I never knew what exactly he was doing,” you admit with a gentle smile as your heart warms at the thought of your husband’s kind soul. “He would just kiss me goodbye and say ‘Chin needs this.’”

“He was there for me, like, when my father died, your father in law was there for me.”

“They’re good men,” you say softly, averting your gaze from Chin’s glassy eyes to stop yourself from crying for the umpteenth time today. “They’re good men.”

Grace wakes from her nap a short time later, allowing you to stand and stretch your legs. You find yourself at the nurse’s station, not quite sure what you’re looking for until the words leave your mouth.

“Can I have Commander McGarrett’s personal belongings?” you ask, sliding your engagement ring up your finger and then back down until it meets your wedding band with a soft click.

“Doctor McGarrett,” the nurse begins gently, and you allow yourself a smile when you realize Danny must have told the staff that you should be referred to as Doctor and not Missus. Your husband and his partner love to correct people, pride infusing their overlapping voices. “It’s probably best that you not see his clothes in their current condition.”

Grateful for her thoughtfulness and discretion, you amend, “Can I just have his wedding ring, then?”

“Wait here,” she smiles kindly, rising from her chair and moving to the section of the medical center reserved for recovery. She returns a few minutes later with the gleaming metal in hand, slightly warm and smelling distinctly like hospital soap.

“Mahalo nui loa,” you squeeze her hand as you take the proffered band. Steve’s ring glides easily over each of your fingers with room to spare until you settle on your thumb with a laugh. It reminds you of just how much bigger he is than you, and it makes you all the more eager to be back in his arms, curled up against him with those large hands holding you tight.

Not quite possessing the mental fortitude for more stories or conversation at this point in time, you slip into an empty waiting room to have a chat with your husband.

“Steven Jack McGarrett,” you hit him hard from the get-go with the government name so he knows you’re serious, “I know you’re under anesthesia and I know you’re hearing me so listen up, buddy.” You turn on your heel, beginning to pace the length of the room. “You are not allowed to leave me, do you understand? You have so much more life to live, more people to save, more time to spend with your family. We had- have a plan. We’re gonna have kids soon. We’re gonna watch them grow up and we’re gonna get old together and you’re gonna fucking retire and take some time for us or so help me God, Steven.” You take a breath to calm yourself before diving back in.

“Listen, I knew what I was getting into when we started dating. And then when you inevitably made me fall in love with you. And then when we got married. You put your whole heart and soul into that badge and I love that because it’s a part of you but this? This was never supposed to happen,” you sigh. “You’re the goddamn super SEAL, Steve, you’re supposed to take a bullet to the arm or leg or- fuck- you even survived Halawa, but you always walk it off! You always walk it off. So, um, wherever you are in anesthetic dreamland, you’d better be hearing this and get your ass up before I come in there and get you up myself, okay? Okay. Because I don’t- I don’t know how to exist without you, so don’t ask me to.”

“Alright,” you exhale sharply, “I guess that’s it for now. I love you more than you’ll ever know.” You nod once with finality and step out of the room before thinking better of it and poking your head back in. “Also, you’re a major pain in my ass.”

———

Another four hours pass with no Doctor Cornett in sight or news of your boys. By this point, you’ve bitten your nails down to the quick, your stinging fingers frankly a relief from the dull headache pounding against the back of your skull. Finally, mercifully, the surgeon enters the waiting room and you all sit up ramrod straight, sucking in air and awaiting the news with bated breath.

“They’re gonna be okay,” he announces tiredly but triumphantly as the room lets out a collective sigh. You and Lou begin laughing incredulously as Kono and Grace hug tightly, smiles and teary eyes being exchanged all around. You catch sight of the doctor nodding, a small smile gracing his features at the sight of your tight knit family celebrating this win. Approaching on weary feet, you grasp his hands, the hands that saved your husband’s life, in yours. “From one doctor to another,” you smile through tears, “thank you. Thank you for giving me my husband back.”

The same nurse who brought you his wedding ring beckons you down the hall to his post-op room. You hesitate at the threshold, steeling yourself before stepping inside. Your husband looks so peaceful in the hospital bed, his face free of typical worry lines as he takes slow, steady breaths. Pressing your hand against his cheek, you relish in the warmth emanating from his body, confirming that he’s alive and really, truly here with you. “You stupid son of a bitch,” you laugh quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering on his warm skin. “Don’t you ever, ever do that to me again.”

You move a nearby chair to his bedside, getting settled before taking his hand in yours and kissing the pad of each of his fingertips. “Oh here, honey,” you whisper, easing his wedding band off of your thumb and returning it to its rightful home on his ring finger. “There we go.”

You remain in that spot for what feels like hours, telling Steve about the conversations you had today, all the people who came by to express their concern, the sweet memories that this dreadful affair brought back. You tell him how Danny didn’t hesitate for a second to donate part of a vital organ so he’d better be nice to him from now on or else. Maybe even let Danno drive his own car once in a blue moon? “And,” you stifle a yawn, easing back in the chair so you can fold your body in half and rest your cheek against the bedsheet draped over Steve’s legs, “you’re definitely not allowed to work until at least two doctors give you the green light- not including me. But I’ll take time off from the hospital and be home with you,” another yawn breaks through and you let your eyes drift shut. “It’ll be like a little staycation,” you mumble, nuzzling against him and finally letting the refuge of sleep take your body out of this nightmare.

———

One week later, your adoptive family is all gathered around reading get well soon cards to the resident heroes, the room full to the brim with flowers, balloons, and even a few human-sized teddy bears. You’re snuggled up against your husband’s side in the slightly too small hospital bed, carding your fingers through his hair as Grace stands by her dad’s bed, Charlie tucked into the crook of the blonde’s arm. “Here’s another one for you,” Jerry begins, reading the message aloud as Steve’s grin grows wider and Danny’s frown deepens with every message addressed solely to the Commander.

“You know,” Lou’s voice booms throughout the recovery suite as he enters, “if a stranger was to pass by this room, they'd get the impression you two boys were a couple of rock stars.”

“Yeah, yeah. Him,” Danny’s thumb juts accusatorily in your direction. “Him, not me. I'm just the roadie, I think.”

Steve rolls his eyes beside you and you lean over the rail of the bed to reach into your purse, pulling out an unmarked envelope. “Top secret for Danno,” you whisper as you hand the note to Charlie who proudly tucks it into his dad’s hands with a giggle. The blonde throws you a wink and you blow him a kiss in return, finding a petulant pout on your husband’s face when you turn your attention back to him. “What’s the matter with you, hm?”

“Where’s my kiss?”

Narrowing your eyes at him you counter, “You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I’m not kidding, Danny got one so I want one-”

“Hey,” Chin slaps Steve’s hand, cutting off his whining and redirecting his focus towards your friends and family departing. “We'll see you back soon, all right? You take care of him in the meantime,” he points at you, in response to which you dutifully salute with a “Yes sir, Lieutenant Kelly.”

“Thanks, buddy,” Steve responds softly before releasing his hand. “And good work on the case.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at your husband’s ever so stoic attitude. “Would it kill you to say I love you for once, McGarrett?” you grumble as Lou approaches.

“You…” he laughs, taking Steve’s hand in his just as Chin had moments ago, “are indestructible.”

“I love you, man,” your husband offers honestly, ocean blue eyes twinkling as he sneaks a glance over to you. You simply raise your arms in demonstration- was that so hard?

The former SWAT captain barks out a laugh, sharing a secret smile with you before returning, “I love you right back, buddy.”

“Stay out of our fridge,” your husband orders as Lou makes his way out with a wave, the last of the crew to leave.

“Speaking of, I’m gonna go scrounge up a snack,” you press a kiss to Steve’s forehead, then Danny’s, then head down to the cafeteria. Before you even reach the room upon your return, you can hear the old married couple bickering once again.

“…not like I'm asking for a Thank you, Steve,” Danny’s voice drifts into the hall. “I'm not saying give me a speech or a gift or anything like that, but you- you're just- you're a big, giant ingrate, you know? My son, who I gave bone marrow to, he was more grateful than you are.” You lean against the doorway, hiding your smile behind your granola bar as Danny continues on, “But come to think of it, he's four years old and he's more emotionally mature than you, so it makes complete and total sense.”

“He's a kid,” Steve shoots back. “I promise you, Danny, you give him time, he's gonna grow up to hate you just as much as I do.”

“Okay, that's enough,” Danny audibly groans as he stretches up to scrape the curtain along the rod and block your husband out of his view.

“You do realize the curtain doesn't block sound, right? I know you can still hear me.”

Danny notices your figure in the doorway and shakes his head at you. “How- How are you married to this thing?”

“This thing?” Steve raises his voice to ensure that he’s heard.

“I’m not,” you laugh, helping the blonde adjust his pillow as he settles back in. “You are.”

“Yeah, okay, that’s very funny,” your husband sasses, “now please remember that I almost died and come cuddle me.”

You pop the final bite of your bar into your mouth before pulling the curtain back with a flourish, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow as you stare Steve down. “Are you gonna play nice with Danny?”

“What- He- He called me an ingrate!”

“He saved your life,” you purse your lips, jutting one hip out.

“But-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Steven,” you sigh, moving the table from its spot in between them and rolling Danny’s bed closer to your husband’s. They start protesting simultaneously and you cut them off with a withering glare. “I haven’t slept properly in seven days, so I’m going to curl up in this bed and you’re each going to hold one of my hands so I know you idiots are alive. And if I hear you bickering, I will personally suffocate you both with a pillow. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Y/N,” Danny mumbles as Steve grumbles out a “He started it.”

With a roll of your eyes, you scoot your way against your husband’s body, directing his arm around you and squeezing his hand in yours, holding your other hand out for Danny to take. He does so dutifully and you smile, snuggling into Steve’s shoulder. “Goodnight, dumb and dumber.”

The duo’s voices overlap as they both assert, “You’re dumber!”

“God,” you mutter under your breath, squeezing your eyes shut and attempting to drown out the world around you, “give me the strength to survive these next few months.”

[makur0]

GRR YUZURU BARK BARK- anyways ahem. begging for a rough nagisa that manhandles the reader. fucking them till they cry type beat frfr 🤭 WIF BONDAGE- okay im getting excited sorry (fem reader please and thank you huhu)

“Don’t disobey me.”

synopsis — he was in a slightly bad mood, and you didn’t seem to get the hints. but after a short altercation, and you pushing him on, things took a steamy turn. [nagisa ran x fem! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. hard! dom! nagisa, overstimulation, bondage, penetration, squirting, mindbreak(?), rough sex, reader being a whore 🤪 (i also just realized this was a bit more non-binary than female so sorry anon]

author’s note — this was really interesting to write because i think of nagisa as mostly a soft person. but it was fun, so thank you anon!

word count — 1117

"WELCOME HOME...?"

Well, this was certainly new. While Nagisa would always return your embrace, today he seemed... different. He merely gave you a strained smile before walking past you, his posture almost stiff as he went into the bedroom and shut the door behind him. You were confused, your arms drifting back down to your sides. You were perfectly aware that he could have had a tiring day as an idol, but even before he wouldn't be this closed off.

You probably were overthinking. Brushing it off, you jumped onto the couch and turned on the telvision as you waited for Nagisa to be done.

---

"Hey, babe~"

amber-red eyes looked up from his book, his gaze unsettling as he watched you walk around the bed and plop yourself next to him. The book in his hands almost bounced away at the motion, but he managed to keep a good hold on it. And was it just you, or did his mouth slightly twitched into a frown as you grew comfortable next to him?

Not thinking much of it, you placed your head on Nagisa's lap, facing his stomach. "How 's your day?" You mumbled through his shirt, wrapping your arms around his waist.

You weren't aware of the unreadable look he was giving you, and his tightening grip on his book. If you were really paying attention, his focus was now long gone from it. "It was... good," He started off slowly, almost as if he was holding something back. "How about- yours?"

You chuckled against his torso, the vibrations against his skin causing him to flinch, a controlled exhale leaving his mouth.

“It was really good,” You answered, grinning to yourself. “Like usual, having the house to myself is hella fun... but it got boring after a while. Hey, whatcha reading...?” Out of nowhere you turned over and grabbed the book right out of his hand, curiously looking at it.

That. Was his snapping point.

You yelped as the book flew out of your hand, now lying on the floor discarded as Nagisa towered over you. Burning crimson eyes glared down at you, a scowl twitching on his face. 

“You really are testing my patience,” He hissed, his usual calm demeanor taking a 180. “And you don’t seem to know when to back down.”

Your throat dried up, forcing an uneasy chuckle out as you glanced back up at him. “Uh...”

The albino stared at you, snorting as you failed to give him an answer. “You were talking so much before,” He snapped. “Has the cat finally got your tongue?”

“Y’know,” You whispered, trying a weak smile as you took your chance at making the atmosphere light once again. “Th- this is kinda hot...”

“...”

Thankfully Nagisa pulled away from your face but still hovered over you, a searching look in his eyes. Yes, kudos for you for breaking up the tense air.

And also scoring you one hell of a night.

“So you like when I’m... mean to you,” He said softly, watching his own hand drift towards your chin and cupping it. “So...”

Fingers wrapped around your neck and tightened, your eyes widening like saucers and your mouth opening like a fish. Nagisa scrutinized your expression as he choked you, looking for any hint of pain...

But well well, we do have a slut in our hands.

Blush blossomed in your cheeks, a hungry look sparking in your eyes as you stared back up at the poker-faced male. 

“My intuition was correct...” Nagisa murmured, his gaze darkening. Tilting his head and looking down at you from his nose, he chuckled a bit. “Then I guess the both of us will be having fun tonight. So...

“Don’t disobey me.”

...

“N-NagisammMMPH!”

You elicited a loud moan as he grazed over your sweet spot again and again, eyes rolling up to your skull. The male gritted his teeth, furrowing his eyebrows as you sucked him in whenever he thrusted deep inside of you. A dark green scarf tied your hands well over your head, your fingers twitching over the knots as he relentlessly fucked you into the bed.

Slick had started to build up from under the two of you, a white ring surrounding the base of Nagisa’s cock. You two were going at it for... how long? thirty, fourty-five minutes? All you knew was that you were close to your breaking point. As for him...

Well, he didn’t seem close to being done with you. At all.

“You said you wanted this, slut,” He harshly said, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at him as he fucked you through an orgasm, your sensitivity heightening. “And I’m giving it to you. So take what I have and don’t you dare try to stop me.”

Hot tears built up in the corners of your eyes, your limbs shaking violently from overstimulation. Nagisa had continued to pound into you, not giving you even a sufficient break even when he came himself. As the pleasure stimulated you once again, you noticed something different, something weird arising. But you realized too late.

With a loud wail and your body convulsing, you came again twice as hard as the previous one. Nagisa stuttered his hips, pulling out slightly to only see clear liquid spurting out of your sex. Red-orange eyes watched with wonder as your chest heaved, trying to recollect yourself in the limited seconds you were given.

“Amazing...” The albino slid back into you again, causing you to almost sob. Too much, too much-

The tears that were building up in your eyes soon fell as you cried out in severe overstimulation, the salty drops mixing in with your sweat and spit that collected at the base of your neck. Nagisa didn’t seem to notice, nor care. Your cries were white sound to his ears as he started to chase his own high, a stuttering groan leaving his mouth as he filled you again, some of the sticky fluid dripping out and soaking the sheets.

Your shortening breaths and hasty moans were more than enough evidence to tell him that he thoroughly broke you. He almost felt proud at this, almost as proud as whenever his idol group would successfully complete a live. And the fact that you were more sexually active than him certainly gave a boost to his ego... and probably bruised your own.

You didn’t seem to notice that he had finally stopped his motion, begs and pleas quietly spilling out of your mouth. He still kept himself well inside of you, but he dipped his head over to yours and pressed a chaste kiss on your lips, bringing you back into reality.

“You did great, love.”

[frenziedslashers]

You want horny asks??? BET🥴 I politely request your nastiest fantasy with whatever slasher you first think of and make it super sloppy please 🤪

Idk im just really curious about you

Mmmm, this is rough and hard to answer, but rn my mask kink is THROUGH the roof. Tbh I've never really thought too hard on what I /really/ want, since in most relationships I have I normally don't let them really even touch me in intimate areas unless I trust them A LOT. which it kind of rare with me. Tbh only slept with one guy and like two girls haha, but hmm-

Warnings: Somnophilia(with Brahms, it is consensual), Biting/Marking, size kinks, mask kink,

NSFT UNDER THE CUT:

Thinking specifically about Vincent, Brahms and Thomas tonight, something about their masks lmao

Brahms:

Thinking about this man finding you asleep, lying on your stomach , one leg hiked up. In a pair of sweats that you found that just happened to be his. Assuming that Brahms wouldn't find out, nor did you think that he would care. He finds out though, and he just stares at you for a while. Eyes raking over your sleeping form, your ass, your thighs, your hair, anything he can make out. It's all perfect to him. Then he starts touching himself as just the sight of you in his clothes. Part of him wants to take them off of you, start fucking you into the mattress, but he knows that'd just wake you up. Even if you did tell him you wouldn't mind waking up with him between your thighs, an offer he often thought about taking up, but was always afraid you'd be upset with him if he disturbed your sleep.

Then you start whimpering, hips rolling into the mattress in your dreaming state. His body goes stiff, a groan of his own leaving his lips while he watches you.

He won't touch you, no, he can't, not now-

Then you moan his name. A sound that had his cock twitching in his hand, eyes fluttering, then narrowing on you. Then he goes against every thought in his head, and climbs into the bed with you. Nearly squealing when you move in your sleep so you're clinging onto him. Hands fisting his shirt while your leg wraps around his waist. Rutting up into his groin, a moan leaving both of your guys' lips.

He doesn't do anything else until you wake up, which you shortly do with his fingers digging into your waist. Eyes slowly widening as you wake up. Realizing your dream wasn't as much of a dream as you thought. You try apologizing, but he's having none of that. He just wants to take care of you now, only if you let him.

Thomas:

Thinking about Thomas finding your smaller frame adorable. You're like his little mouse, even if you are someone who's tall, or bigger, he doesn't care. You're small to him, and that's all that matters. His little mouse, little flower.

He doesn't realize how much he loves it until you're sitting on his lap while the two of you are sitting outside in a field, watching the stars. His hands are huge on your thighs! Rubbing up and down the soft flesh, soon running up to touch the skin of your sides under your shirt.

Then you scoot back, and his whole world spins.

The feeling made him groan, a noise that had his face heating up out of embarrassment, but you didn't seem to mind. Only rolling your hips back again. Thomas noticing the small smirk on your lips.

"Feel good, Tommy?" You ask, to which he nodded, hands squeezing tighter on your hips. As he grew stiffer in his pants, you started slowing your movements. Really feeling how big he was when you turned in his lap so your legs were around his waist. "This okay, Tommy? I can stop?" He shook his head, giving you a needy plea before you continued.

Then you removed the button of his jeans, unzipping him from his confinements, and stuck your hand in his boxers. Your eyes widened at the feel of his girth. His hips bucking up into your hands, his mind swimming in its thoughts. Growing a bit nervous when you sort of just.. Stared.

"God Tommy, you're huge." He was big, wasn't he?

After that he always made it his goal to hear those words from you. Fucking you into the mattress, hand resting on your collar bone. Watching himself sink in and out of you, the bulge in your stomach. It was enough to make him cum.

He also loves cornering you. Especially when you bother him in the basement. He'll make it his goal to have you pinned in a corner, even if he has someone conscious on the table, he doesn't care. He loves reminding you how strong and big he is, always.

Vincent Sinclair:

Vincent, my love~ Thinking about him not being as shy as most think when it comes to him in bed. Or really in general, once he warms up to you at least. Most nights he wants to just hold you, make love to you, not fuck you. But when there's a tourist that hits on you, or if you don't pay enough attention to him? Oh hell, he's not letting that slide.

If it's jealous sex he's marking you up like a painting. Dripping hot wax onto your skin, watching the way you squirm with a grin. Smearing the warm liquid on your body until it cools. Not enough to really hurt you, but enough to leave light red marks and irritate your skin.

He'd leave bite marks, ooh he loves biting and hickeys. Letting everyone know you're already taken. I wholeheartedly believe he likes slapping, too. Not you're face, he would never hit you in the face. But your thighs and ass? Watching his hand print slowly form on your skin in a red mark? God, it's like a true masterpiece. One of his finest works, if he does say so himself.

When he's jealous he likes to fuck you in front of a mirror - even if the said mirror is broken. He likes to remind you that he's the one fucking you. Thrusting into you quickly. A hand on your throat, the other either teasing between your legs, or just roaming and pinching your body. He loves biting onto your shoulder, and staring at you through his hair through the mirror.

With needy sex he's luring you into his room anyway he can. Telling Bo to tell you he needs help, complaining to Bo that he's stealing you from him, convincing Lester to tell you that Vincents not doing to well and needs you. Even if it may be partially a lie.

Either way, you're making your way to him - right into his trap.

He's on you the moment that you walk into the room and shut the door. Arms pinning you to the wall with a glare. This man HAS to have some sort of 'gifted child' ego. So when he doesn't get his way, especially from you? He's normally in a pissy mood.

"Vincent-" You try to reason with him, but he's pressing his lips against you. Mask moved to the side so he can kiss you. Then his hands get to work. Removing your clothes so you're left bare. lifting you up by your thighs so he can carry you once you wrap your legs around him. Taking you over to his bench. Tossing you down into the chair he typically throws his victims in. Smirking down at the way you stare up at him.

He'd bind you to the chair. Legs spread, just for him. Vincent doesn't play nice when he doesn't get his way, so be ready for a long night.

He's edging you until you're crying, marking up your body with his teeth and hands. Tugging your hair so you'll lean your head back so he can kiss your neck and tease you between your legs. Pulling all contact away from you when he knows you're close.

Only undoing you from your binds when you bargain with him, and he likes the bargain.

"Vin, I'm sorry, I'll do anything, please, I'll get on my knees, please-"

On your knees? Oh, he's intrigued. So when you're out of your binds he's ordering you onto your knees, letting you suck him off. Typically he lets you do your thing, unless he's super upset. Then he might fuck your mouth.

Oh, and when he's done? If you did a good enough job he'll make you cum, but don't expect just one time. You didn't pay attention to him enough these past few days, and he wants to remind you just how much he loves you and your attention.

[sullys-nose-hair]

Jeffy weffy x reader weader 🥺🥺🥺

"J-j-j-j-j-j-j-jeff s-s-s-s-s-s-senpai." I CUTELY called out to my alpha-senpai Kerry weffy as my toes curled from the vibrations my voice sent though my body, Cumming on the site in my beautiful, amazing, gorgeous, not like other girls, quirky, cute outfit

(This is ur outfit btw kittens😈😈)

(Ik so quirky) 🥺🖐

"Ye ma bebeha groeal." Jeffy effy NY Master called out in his thick, emo, raspy, crusty, tie curling voice as he turned around to face me. All the maggots, lice, and dandruff in his hair flaking every where, some of ur landing in me which I greatfully ate up. Jeffy weffy doesn't like me not eating his lice and maggots and dandruff, the occasional cockroach in his crusty mane to.

He's just so quirky🤪🤪just like me.

That's why I got bullied in school, bc all the other girls were jealous of my 100000 meter ass that made the world shake with ever step I would take, my 20000 meter tits that would always drive the boys crazy, and my snatched 2cm waist paired along with my flat stomach, long blonde hair that fell down to my 2cm waist and sparkling blue orbs that glistened in the sun, pale as paper skin.

Plus I wasn't like other girls🙄

I didn't like to wear pink or any other color other than black, I was just quirky like that.

Handsomely smirking at me, his maggot filled yellow teeth peaked out from underneath his bright neon red lips. Making me cum on the spot as I CUTELY wimpered. I was just so perfect like that

Everything I did was perfect, from the way I played with my asscheek or ussy hair or toe hair I was just perfect as the say I was born. Even if I did have a little bit of depression in me💔💔💔💔

"D-d-d-d-d-d-do u-u-u-u-u-u-u l-l-l-l-l-l-like m-m-m-m-m-ny o-o-o-o-o-o-o-outfit j-j-j-j-j-j-j-jeff s-s-s-s-s-s-senpai?" I CUTELY wimpered out in my feminine, sweet, and perfect voice. My blue orbs soaking up any movement j-j-j-j-j-j-j-jeff s-s-s-s-s-s-senpai made.

"Of cour bebeha greoawrl, everything look good on ma bebeha groeawl." I uwued my way over to jeffy weffy. Hiding the knife behind my back CUTELY like a bad ass.

Ripped off Jeff's stiff, dirty pants and boxers, some cockroaches getting in my way and cut his 100000000000000000000000000000000000000 meter dick right off CUTELY AND PERFECTLY OR COURSE but what else would u expect from ME.

Groaning handsomely in pain he grinned down at my 0000000000000.1 cm figure, flashing me his maggot filled yellow teeth again.

"Dam bebeha groeawl u know exactly what I like." He handsomely and sexily said in his aged, raspy voice that made him sound like he smoked for 90 yrs straight.

"U-u-u-u-u-u-uwu j-j-j-j-j-j-j-jeffy w-w-w-w-w-w-weffy" I CUTELY said, pushing my 200000000 meter tits down a bit so that they were now touching the floor instead of jeffy ankle, my nipples were a bit sentive🥺🥺

"But I can't let that go wit ou a punimebt bebeha groeawl." He said with a dark, sexy, cute, amazing look in his crusty icy blue eyes as he once again flashed me his maggot filled yellow teeth.

(@spooky-donut-ghost-house @oreosplease @xxcha0t1c-racc00nxx @normanbatessupremacy @nonotthebasement 🥺🖐)

Yes I'm back mfs😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪

[yangw0nnie]

how could you?!

nishimura riki x reader | crack (?), fluff

coming out of the bathroom after you just finished showering, you immediately reach for your phone. when your hand meets nothing but air, you snap your head in the direction where you swear you last placed it.

“riki! have you seen my phone?”, you shout to him while searching nearby, maybe you just dropped it or something. holding back a smile, “no, i haven’t!”, he replies back.

emerging from the room, “you sure?”, eyeing him closely but you miss the mischievous glint in his eyes, “yeah, pretty sure”, keeping a straight face as best as he can. it ensues a search of the entire place for your phone, you even ask the other members if they’ve seen it. you poke your head into the room, “jay, have you seen my phone?”, he scans his surroundings to check, “no i haven’t, sorry”, groaning, you continue your search.

after searching everywhere, even inside the cupboards, you started to feel frustrated and annoyed. “y/n-ah!!”, you hear someone call you so you quickly get up from your spot. “what?”, you call back. you follow the sound of the voice, leading you directly to where you started, “your phone’s right here”, you see jungwon holding your phone right where you swore you placed it.

“wait, no. what?”, shock evident in your voice. that was the first place you looked, how could you have missed it? “that wasn’t there before!”, you point at your phone, like it was some sort of magical thing. “i dunno, just saw it right here”, he shrugs his shoulders and hands you your phone before leaving. you inspect it thoroughly, how could it have been there all along when that’s the first place you ever checked?

you suddenly hear snickering in the background. looking at the source, you quickly stomp over to him. “did you do this?”, you shove your phone in his face, your eyebrows furrowed. “no”, but his attempt at stifling his laughter contradicts his answer.

(while you were searching the entirety of the place, he stealthily gets up and places your phone, which he was keeping close to his body the entire time, back to where it was before hurriedly returning to his previous spot on the couch)

“rikiii! how could you!”, whining at him, plopping down next to him with your arms crossed and your brows still furrowed. he full on cackles, letting out the laugh he’s been trying to hide, “i’m sorryyyy”, he hugs you by your side while still giggling. “y/nnn, what can i do to make it up to you?”, he looks at you with an exaggerated pout. “let’s cuddle”, you smirk, he turns as red as a tomato at the mere suggestion of physical contact with you.

you tackle him onto the couch and cuddle with him (more like you cuddle him). although he was a little stiff, he quickly gets comfortable. you snuggle closer into him, with a content smile on your face, wanting to feel his warmth. “don’t do that again. ever.”, you put more emphasis into the last word, he just chuckles and rubs your sides. despite not being big on skinship, he cherishes these rare moments he gets to spend with you. he closes his eyes, letting himself savor your warmth and your closeness.

a/n: just a little something before i go MIA for the next few days🤪 i literally have 2 tasks due this week and the other one is due this wednesday so i might not post for the rest of the week (i think) and i am so soryy for not posting in like 3 days💀 hope this makes up for it(づ◡﹏◡)づ

[ofherlionheart]

i swish you would write a fic with zukka as rival roller derby/skateboarding competitors!

oh my god i wish i knew anything about roller derby or skateboarding 😭 all i know is that elliot page movie and the lil rundown my friend gave me abt competition skateboarding vs street skateboarding in relation to the olympics

ignoring the fact that im not an expert in any of these areas tho … like what if. what IF. zuko and sokka first meet as 12 year olds at the skate park, sokka’s got five billion bandaids that barely cover the scabs they’re trying to protect, zuko’s got pads on every joint imaginable and an absolutely ridiculous helmet. they insta bond and quickly become best-skateboarding-buddies. if they’re not skateboarding together, they’re watching videos of street skaters doing tricks.

it only takes a year and change for ozai to realize ursa’s been letting his son do Hooligan Activities. he wants to eradicate skateboarding entirely but ursa convinces him, it’s not Hooligan if it’s an official competition format! z is torn. he’s sad he can’t hang at the park anymore, and he and s both decided a while back that the competition people were boring stiffs with no creativity. but at least he isn’t losing skateboarding entirely

without the skate park bonding, z and s disappear from each other’s lives. also, zuko’s family moves away. 

fast forward … hmm like 6ish years. z has Made It in the competitive skate boarding world — ozai has only kept allowing it b/c that sponsorship money got real 🤪 also zuko now has a RIVAL! they’re constantly battling for the unofficial spot of Best Young Male Upcoming Skateboarder. ppl in the community, ppl looped in the culture, mostly agree that while zuko’s technique is irritatingly flawless, his rival has this flow and artistry that just make him a joy to watch.

zuko finally meets the rival at a local comp. it’s Jet. they do NOT get along, at all, and their clash is so bad it results in zuko’s first ever scandal/bad press coverage. ozai and ursa are Not happy abt it until they realize that ppl are eating this rivalry shit UP.

fast forward another 2ish years of the media and also z and jet fueling the flames of their rivalry, z’s balancing college and competitive skateboarding. he and jet are set to face off at another competition. z’s fired up, he’s zoned in, he’s doing his usual pre-comp routine at the venue when …

“zuko?”

zuko almost wipes out just standing on his board for the first time in forever. “… sokka?”

sokka grins, comes over w/ a bro hug. “shit, dude! it’s been a long time, how are ya?”

but they’re cut off by the competition starting. “I’ll find you after,” sokka promises and then goes … to where the coaches stand?

cute, zuko thinks. bet he looks so cute mentoring some lil skateboarding tykes.

competition blah blah, zuko’s runs go well, but then Jet flawlessly executes his last run. even zuko’s a little breathless from watching him. the scores go up, jet’s clearly the winner, he shouts victoriously and then runs over to the coach’s area and … grabs sokka in a headlock and plants a big wet kiss on his forehead????

sokka has been jet’s young genius coach for the last 4 years, zuko learns. sokka’s the one choreographing jet’s routines [bro idk what they’re called]. sokka’s the one drawing the creativity out of jet, the artistry that zuko’s convinced has everyone liking jet’s skating a touch more than whatever technical perfection zuko can manage. so, in a sense, sokka’s the one standing in the way of zuko becoming the Best Sk8r Boi [of his age bracket].

zuko declares that they’re rivals. sokka humors him (also jet was watching). unfortunately for both of them, they’re bad a maintaining a rivalry when the rival in question is so. u know. cute and talented and hot when they skate oops

BOOM. skate bros-to-rivals-to-lovers (to boyfriends lol).

Send me an anymous (or not) summary of the fic you wish I would write. (maybe I will write a tidbit)