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[joanthangroff]

Fic writer asks: 🍲, 🍛, 🍢

🍲 When did you start writing and why?

Answered here! But also: the rarepairs.

🍛 Have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics every made you laugh or cry or both?

Yes, many!!! Particularly the ones where people tell me in which situations I made them laugh (on the subway, at work, etc.) crack me up every time.

🍢 Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

Oh, yeah. Obviously, people will hate chatfics because people hate chatfics, but those are surprisingly few? Like, I can count on one hand how many times I got hate for the gcau.

I remember there being a mean comment under my very first Thallen fic back in the day. Someone was going at me for making Eddie be afraid of spiders because it made him look weak when OBVIOUSLY he can't be weak because he's a MANLY MAN and also a COP. But while I was in the cinema after posting the fic, other commenters called them out on their bullshit, haha, that was sweet.

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[firstelevens]

Ask game :) List 5 things that make you happy and then ask this question to the last 10 people who liked and reblogged things from you

phone calls with my niece and nephew

the people at my local coffee place remembering me and my order even after a whole month of me not stopping by

the fact that the weather here is nice and warm so I can enjoy being outside before the cicadas come and the trees scream for a month and a half

a good strong cup of tea

DIMENSION 20 LIVE AT MADISON SQUARE GARDEN BABY!!!!!

[seiwas]

suguru looks at you and thinks he could tell you everything.

it's tempting—how you hold his gaze when others normally avoid it. anyone else and their eyes dart away immediately, blurring him into the background. not with you though; with you, he exists in central focus.

there's a strand of your hair that's fallen out of place, and he reaches to tuck it behind your ear, quickly. it's a trick, a sleight of hand that conceals the tremble of his fingertips.

(your breath hitches when he grazes your cheek.)

the noise in the cafe is a symphony of indistinct chatter and soft alternative folk music, with ceramics clinking as the constant underlying beat. none of it is supposed to go together, but it carries the ambiance in its harmony.

he leans in closer when you speak.

you continue your story, off on a tangent already; his head tilts to the side, a finger to his temple as he nods along, lips curling at the edges fondly. this same look has made others nervous, flustered, but you seem unfazed; meeting him eye-to-eye overtly.

which isn't normal.

and if he's being truly honest with himself, none of this—what he's doing, thinking, how he's feeling—is normal.

suguru believes in secrets, that some things are better kept to himself.

but, it's one look into your eyes, at the way you regard him so unlike everybody else that has him wondering how you'd react if he tells you you look pretty instead of nice today—how you are pretty much a frequent visitor to his thoughts lately.

(you talk and talk and talk because you can never tell what he's thinking—mysterious smile matched with an unnerving stare is a combination too deadly.)

he doesn't do 'brunches'—it's either a late breakfast or an early lunch, pick one—yet he finds himself seated in a cafe at 10:27 a.m., having one with you.

the lock to his chest has been tampered with; if he dusts it off, he'll find your fingerprints, left behind unknowingly. you are innocent until proven guilty, but his lips, usually shut tight, are now slowly unzipping; it's you, the root of all this.

if he tells you he likes looking at you—might always want to—would you consider having another brunch with him? to stay longer in that suspended in-between of breakfast and lunch time?

(you blink, suguru still leaned in, listening.)

(if you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, will his breath hitch just the same?)

for @rinniessance; a lil birthday gift for you angie bby! (i might be a lil early posting this... oop!) i've never written sugu but wanted to try for you 🥹 ily you beautiful soul!! (not a birthday fic itself but i hope i gave a decent characterisation of him! 🥺)

thank you notes: @mysugu @soumies for helping me try to figure this man out 😭

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

[furiosophie]

“Ghost?” Soap asks as he pulls open the door, knife still in hand, baby still wailing. “What are ye doin’ here?”

“What am I doing here?” Ghost throws back at him, brows creased and eyes downright murderous, the kind of look that back at base would mean Soap is about to run laps until he pukes. “You just disappeared for a bloody week, Johnny! Didn’t even tell Price where you were going, aren’t answering your fuckin’ phone, what the hell do you think I’m doing here?”

“Right,” Soap says because yes right, he has a vague memory of Ghost texting him, but he also doesn't really have a clue where his phone is right now and he definitely wasn’t aware it’s been a week until he just mentioned it. For a moment Ghost looks like he’s going to take him by the shoulders and shake, and then his eyes land on Joey, and he frowns harder as if he only just noticed that Soap is holding a screaming child.

“You knock someone up, Johnny?” he asks and it sounds oddly offended but mostly like he’s taking the piss, so Soap is about to tell him to fuck off when there’s a loud crash from the bathroom, followed immediately by a high shriek. He whips around, trips over one of Cass’ tiny toddler-sized shoes, and nearly impales himself on the damn knife if it wasn’t for Ghost grabbing him by the arm to hold him steady.

“Give me the baby,” Ghost says like he says give me that gun when they’re hunched over in the dirt, bullets flying past their heads, so Soap does.

to you i can admit (that i'm too soft for all of it)

[read on ao3]

ship: john "soap" mactavish/simon "ghost" riley

words: 19 220, completed

tags: mw iii fix-it, set between danger close and trojan horse, kid fic, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, getting together, ghost fell first, soap fell harder, ghost is just some guy (tm), jk this still has 09 ghost backstory, fellas is it gay if the superior officer you've been lowkey flirting with for four years drops everything to help u raise ur sisters kids, this is both a hallmark movie and me processing grief so godspeed, canon- typical violence, mentions of past childhood abuse, not beta read we die like- qunshot

[its-all-papaya]

okay for the prompt ask game: landoscar, the most cliche thing: only one bed, and getting together - go!

only one bedddd MY LOVE. I ADORE making the boys CUDDLE.

tell me what you wish I'd write

I will set the scene: Lando and Oscar are in their second year as teammates, now, and they’re proper friends, right? Much closer than they were the year before. Time to…. meet the family?

snippet enclosed at the end under the break just fyi :,)

Meddling Nicole. We know now that she will canon throw her son under the bus and expose him for a little laugh. She also knows that Oscar has been maybe a little obsessed with Lando for years, and getting to know him as a teammate has not dulled Lando’s shine for Oscar at all. He’s actually worse. Tries to be really lowkey about it, not bringing up Lando too often, only mentioning him when he feels it’s relevant, but Nicole can tell by the change in his voice when he talks about Lando, the way he edges Lando into conversations he doesn’t really NEED to be in. Anyway. A few weeks ahead of the Australian GP she’s on a call with Oscar and is like “You should bring Lando round when he’s here, honey. Have him stay a night, we’d love to meet him properly.” And Oscar is like… oh. uh. Yeah. Sure.

In what world is Lando going to say no to Oscar on that when Oscar’s got his soft Lando Smile on and he’s like “just for a night, my mom really wants you to”?

The day after the race perhaps? Because Lando podiums and Carlos wins so they go out and Lando is perhaps a little hungover and cranky when he arrives, but immediately goes soft for Oscar. He’s headachy and tired and reaches for Osc as soon as he’s in the doorway, wrapping his free arm around Oscar’s back and resting in the hug for a long, long second. They’re speaking in soft little private voices to one another and giggling and Oscar is smiling his hopeless, besotted smile, and Lando’s eyes are sparkling even through the hangover exhaustion. And then “Lando, so glad you could make it!” and they spring apart and Lando rubs at his cheek with his palm and Oscar rolls his eyes at his mum and gives Lando a little squeeze around the wrist as apology.

“Let me take your bags, Oscar can show you around a bit and you can get some lunch in you.”

They’d hang out all day, maybe with Oscar’s sisters (who love Lando obviously bc they can all team up on Oscar together), perhaps kicking around outside or whatever.

Dinner has Meet the Family (tm) vibes where Oscar’s parents are quizzing Lando about his own family and racing and how Oscar is at work. And maybe there’s some food Lando doesn’t eat and he feels really bad and is stressed but Oscar is like “you don’t have to eat that. Mum, I told you Lando doesn’t eat seafood.” Very Romantic. Very Domestic.

Afterwards, they all convene in the living room to play a game or something and Lando doesn’t understand the rules and doesn’t have the attention span to learn so he’s like “I’ll just be on a team with Oscar.” Except he’s really just leaning into Oscar’s side, looking at the cards but mostly just Oscar’s hands, and watching Oscar play. Eventually he kind of catches the gist and makes a suggestion about something right at Oscar’s ear, lips brushing skin, and the move… works? And Oscar is like “thanks, mate” all soft and Lando is like “I’d say we make pretty good teammates, yeah? someone should hire us that way” and yawns and smirks at the way it makes everyone giggle.

Eventually Lando starts nodding off against Osc’s shoulder, everyone’s talking and laughter warm around him. After it sticks, Lando’s cheek smushed against Oscar’s bicep, Oscar’s hand curled around Lando’s knee, Nicole goes “you should take that one to bed, honey, he looks exhausted.” And Oscar is like… simply why would you phrase it like that? but “okay, is he staying in the guest room?” and Nicole is like “oh! did I not tell you? we’ve got your grandmother there. huh. could have sworn I told you this. I figured Lando could just bunk with you, hope that’s alright!” and Oscar is like... well. I’m not going to make him sleep on the COUCH 24 hours after a race.

So he wakes Lando up sooooo gently and Lando blinks soft and sleepy and a little frowny because he was cozy there, actually. And everyone else feels like they’re intruding, as is prone to happen around Lando and Oscar.

Oscar apologetic explaining the situation, but Lando just shrugs and stretches and follows him up the stairs, because it won’t be the first time he’s fallen asleep in the same bed as a teammate, probably.

Oscar’s childhood bedroom hasn’t changed much since he left for boarding school, and Lando perks up once they get there so he can poke fun of Oscar about the posters and the knickknacks on his desk. And Oscar’s blushy and laughing and a little defensive, but mostly just fond fond fond having Lando in this part of his life.

They brush their teeth side by side, elbows knocking, and it’s… so domestic. Overwhelming. Oscar is scared of how easily they move around each other, Lando’s hand on the small of his back as he sneaks by to grab his face wash from the bedroom where he’d forgotten it, Oscar handing over a towel to dry Lando’s face before Lando can even ask.

Oscar’s stressed that it’s going to be awkward when it comes time to actually get in bed, but Lando just tucks himself in against the wall and curls up on Oscar’s pillow. Oscar dilly dallies a bit, but Lando huffs and pats the bed and goes “Oscar,” drawing out the last syllable, “turn off the light and come to bed, I’m tired.”

Which. Does THINGS to Oscar. But Lando asked nicely, so he flips the switch and crawls in next to Lando.

They don’t touch at first. And Oscar’s bed is only a full, so it’s like… intentional. And that lasts a few minutes. But Lando whines and pats at Oscar’s side until Oscar says “what“ and Lando’s eyes are big and soft even in the dark and he says “‘m not very comfy” with a small little smile and Oscar is… only a man. So he lifts his arm up and lets Lando crawl happily under and settle against his chest with a contented sigh. And from there it’s easy to pet Lando’s hair and let Lando practically purr into his chest about it. SOFT. CUDDLY.

Lando falls asleep almost immediately because he’s still recovering from the night before. Oscar watches his eyelashes flutter prettily and toys with his curls and strokes the side of his cheek and just. Yearns. Because Lando fits so easily here in Oscar’s life. Everything felt so natural and right. Feels even more right now, with Lando in his bed, in his arms. So Oscar presses a little self-indulgent kiss to Lando’s forehead. Except the skin wrinkles beneath his lips and Lando’s fingers flex where they’re tucked against Oscar’s waist. Lando’s eyes crack open and he looks. so! soft! but Oscar’s heart is racing because he just really, really thought Lando was fast asleep.

SNIPPET‼️

Lando doesn’t look mad, but he doesn’t really look anything discernible at all in the dim light filtering through Oscar's window. Mostly he just looks sleepy. From a distance, Oscar hears the familiar sound of the air-con kicking on.

“‘s nice,” Lando says after too long, eyes fluttering back closed. There's a little smile turning the corners of his lips up and his nose twitches a little where it's rested above the collar of Oscar's loose pajama shirt. He doesn't normally wear one, but he'd figured, given the circumstances, that it would be best to.

Emboldened again, Oscar places another light kiss, just to the left of the first. Lando's smile grows with it, and he turns his face into Oscar's chest, like he's bashful about it. Oscar wonders, if he turned his bedside lamp on, whether Lando's cheeks would be pink with his attention.

"Keep going," Lando says. Mostly breath, eyes still shut.

"Yeah?" Oscar's not sure what they're doing, where they're going with it, but it's been 18 months and he hasn't learned how to say no to Lando yet, so he puts his lips next to Lando's eyebrow, on the bridge of his nose. He pauses after that, and when he breathes in, he swears he can taste his own toothpaste on Lando's exhale.

"Os-car," Lando sing-songs. Oscar doesn't think it's fair, how Lando gets to hide behind his eyelids while they do this. Whatever it is.

"Lando," he gives Lando a scratch between the shoulder blades, "look at me."

It's bolder than he normally is, bolder than he feels, still, but it gets Lando to crack his eyes open. Lando's still smiling, but it's a little tighter again.

Oscar's heart is beating hard. He remembers suddenly, absurdly out of place, that he'd lost his virginity in this bed. He thinks that was easier.

"Are we doing this?"

Lando's fingers twitch at his side. Oscar can't tell whether they're curling into his side or into Lando's own palm.

"I mean," he's at least properly awake again, "yeah. If you want to. I want to."

Oscar's pulse hasn't slowed down. It feels like a final flying lap, one shot to get everything just right.

"I want to," Oscar confirms, "But not just to do it."

"Like how?" Lando says. He props himself up on his arm so he's looking down at Oscar. Oscar's hand falls to the small of his back. Keeping him close.

"Like not just to kiss, or whatever. Like I want to because I like you. And you're important to me. So I don't want to make things weird if it's not like that for you."

Something changes in Lando's gaze, and Oscar thinks it should probably be a look he hasn't seen before, but instead it's familiar, the way it settles over both of them.

"Os-car," Lando says in that same tone from before, "I'm in your fucking twin bed. Your sisters added me to a group chat while you were at the bathroom this afternoon. I learned a card game for you." He lifts his free hand to run a thumb under Oscar's eye, "It's weirder that I've done all that before we got here."

Oscar thinks that's a yes, but he has to be sure, so he catches Lando's fingers in his hand and brushes his lips over them.

"So?" Oscar says.

"So," says Lando, "your mum is going to be so happy when you tell her."

Like qualifying on pole. Like coming home. Lando kisses him.

And then every member of Oscar's family teases them endlessly and it's sooooo fluffy and cute and domestic xoxo the end

[tennant]

Lee Pace as Brother Day FOUNDATION (2021-) - Season 1

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Snack Pack nsfw

I have given birth

This is the longest smut I've ever written, and probably the best writing I've done yet thanks to @sophiacloud28's guidance (thank you fren <3)

Plz enjoy

Rise Leo (aged up 23-25) x reader

18+ MINORS DNI THIS IS FILTH

warnings: smut, fluff, established relationship (friendship), friends to lovers, fingering, oral (giving and receiving), choking (kinda, not really) p in v sex, aged up turts, reader is stubborn

Buzz. 

I noted the page number on my novel, setting the book down on the arm of my couch as I picked up the phone from its resting place on the small coffee table. My eyes squinted at the screen, the light jarring after reading for so long. 

Neon Leon: Movie night tonight? You bring the snacks.

I smiled at the invite and shifted the device in my hand to type out a response, but before I could, the phone buzzed again. 

Neon Leon: Besides yourself

My hand flew to my mouth to stifle a squawk as the phone slipped to the floor, the pink in my cheeks hot to the touch as my mind raced.

Did he know? No. He’s too dense. 

I huffed as I shook my head, picking the device back up from the carpet. I tried to ignore the flutter in my chest as I read the text over again. 

Besides yourself. 

I messaged him back, hands shaking. 

Y: What. 

Neon Leon: Bring those gummy bears you brought last time.

He was just trying to get a rise out of me, like always. Ass. 

Y: I’m busy. 

Neon Leon: Yeah…right. 

A few minutes went by, and I stared at the phone as he typed, then deleted his message several times. 

Neon Leon: Please? We can even watch one those bad movies you like so much

Neon Leon: I’m so bored. And wayyy more interesting than your book 

I rolled my eyes. 

He knew me so well. 

Y: Fine, jerk. I’ll be there at 8. 

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I tossed my phone back on the table before going back to my novel. I could barely focus on the words on the page as my mind buzzed, now completely distracted around my friend’s smug, handsome face as I read the same paragraph over and over again.

Is he playing with me?

I had always wondered if Leo had an idea about my feelings for him; we had been friends since we were teens and my ridiculous crush had only gotten worse over the years- as much as I had tried to hide it from him. I just never wanted to admit it out loud; he would be insufferable if he knew. 

And if he didn’t feel the same, it would ruin our friendship in ways that would never recover. 

I tried to stuff those feelings deep down, where they would never see the light of day, but sometimes his teasing was so much that I couldn’t hide the blush on my face as he pushed the line, toying with me, which only encouraged him. 

That..That…little shit.

Sighing, I plopped my book on my face and let my hands fall onto the couch cushions next to me as I closed my eyes, his smug face painted in the darkness behind my lids. I could picture the curve of his shoulders, his lips tilted in that smile as he gave a snarky comment to his twin,  his eyes glancing in my direction, shining…

He’s such a jerk. 

I pried the book off my face and glanced at the clock on the bookshelf. 

6:00. 

I had two hours.

I could definitely get myself together, pick out a stunning outfit, and get down to the lair by then. 

If he wanted to tease me like this, push the envelope; two could play at that game. 

“Okay, Leo. I’ll bring the snacks.” 

—------------------------------------------------------------------------

I looked at my reflection in my compact mirror, checking my makeup and hair once more before giving myself a flirty wink and slipping the small item back into my bag as I entered the lair. 

I looked good. 

The low cut shirt and jeans I had chosen were casual enough to look innocent, but perfectly highlighted my features and gave my curves that extra boost. It was the whole look together that really made it stand out from how I normally dressed around the gang.  

I flicked my hair over my shoulder as I walked in. 

That little shit was not going to know what hit him. 

As I strode past the living room, I almost didn’t register a choked noise to my left as I walked by.

I turned at the sound, spotting Donatello at the kitchen counter, coffee mug in hand.

“Oh…hey.” I offered him a small wave, my shoulders hunching as I realised how ridiculous I must look. 

He wiped the liquid from his chin and plastron, chuckling to himself. “...Hello and… good evening to you as well.” His eyes gave me a slow up and down before returning to my face, a smug look gracing his own. “Something fun planned, I take it?”

The heat shot to my face. “Ah, just a movie night. The usual.” I turned to leave. 

“Uh huh, sure” He sighed as he took a sip from the steaming mug, eyes rolling over the rim. “Well, have fun with that.” 

As my steps echoed down the hall, I could hear his muttered words follow me. 

“.. both.. delusional.” 

Leo’s door was shut, soft light shining from the frosted glass windows, and the nerves suddenly caught up with me as my hand lifted to knock on the metal. 

What if he laughs at me? He’s been with so many women, he’d never be interested. 

I shook my head, clearing it of the thoughts creeping in as I breathed out sharply. 

That wasn’t the point. I just wanted him to get a taste of his own medicine. 

My knuckles rapped loudly on the door. 

“Come iiiin.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he sing-songed a muffled welcome. I lifted the handle and slid it over the track, steeling myself for revenge as it opened. 

—-----------------------------------------

The low light from his lamp casted a soft glow on my exposed skin as I stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind me, leaning back on the metal. 

Leo laid on his bed, eyes on his phone as he sprawled out lazily, arm draped over the pillow pile arranged for movie night. He tilted his face up to me, smile slowly fading into a look of shock as his phone dropped to the floor with a soft thunk.

He was frozen in place as he stared openly, surprise coloring his features as I felt his eyes drag over my figure before settling on my face. I smirked at him and let his own signature snark roll off my tongue. 

“I wasn’t sure what snacks you meant, so I brought some different options.” I raised an eyebrow as he blinked back at me, still speechless. I lifted the bag up from my shoulder, offering it to him. 

I chuckled under my breath as I watched him lay there, unmoving, until the rustling plastic seemed to shake him back to reality as he sat up.

“Huh? Oh…yeah.” He mumbled under his breath as he lifted a hand to his snout, closing his eyes for a moment as he breathed out sharply. 

When he reopened them, he flashed me a smile; but a wary look glistened over his eyes.

“You…ah…you really got dressed up for movie night, huh?” 

I shrugged my shoulders. “I figured why not, I rarely look nice anymore.” 

He nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer, but the guarded look didn’t leave his eyes. Leo leaned over to pick up his remote, flipping it in his hands as he stood. 

“So, I was thinking we could watch Scary Movie? That’s one of your favorites, right?” He turned to the tv, flipping through the channels, and shot me an eyebrow over his shell. “And don’t worry, I’m here if you get scared, quierda.” 

I rolled my eyes at him as I sat down on his bed, tossing the bag of snacks on the floor and scooting back into his pile of pillows against the wall. “Yeah. Right. It’s not actually scary, Nardo.”

He wasn’t going to get to me, I thought to myself. Not this time. 

Even if he was being really thoughtful right now. 

I watched his shoulders tense at my sarcasm as he stood at the side of the bed, flicking through the streaming channels that Donnie had hooked up to everyone’s rooms years ago. 

Finally finding it, he turned on the flick and flopped into the space next to me as he tossed the remote to his nightstand. He scooted in with a practiced ease, sliding in behind me so I could lean back against his plastron, so close and so far from each other- like we always do on movie nights. 

But this time felt different. 

I felt his chest rise and fall behind me, his breath heavy over my shoulder as the movie started on the screen. He cleared his throat softly, and I turned my head slightly to look up at him. 

“Do you need something? I can grab the snacks if you want.”

"No..ah, that’s not..” His voice trailed off as his eyes flicked down to my chest for a moment, his tongue dragging on his lip as his eyes slowly looked back up to mine. 

He cleared his throat again, and looked back to the screen.

I smirked to myself, looking back at the movie, satisfied to have finally won our little battle of wills. 

Maybe he’d think twice about teasing me again. 

As the flick played and the characters were introduced, I felt his arm move behind me, slowly lifting around the pillows as it settled gently over my shoulders. The hard shell of his chest against my back grounded me as my thoughts drifted, his breath on the shell of my ear just enough to send tingling sensations down my spine. 

I loved being this close to him, even if it broke my heart at the end of the night when I went to bed alone. The countless nights I had spent, staring into the darkness, seeing his smile float through my dreams as I fought through the tears. 

For all his flirting, he never meant any of it. 

It was just a game to him. 

A shriek from the screen jolted me back to the present, and he chuckled at me as I settled comfortably against him again. After a few minutes, I noticed a nimble finger as it started to trace slow circles on my shoulder, his eyes still glued to the screen. 

The blush crept into my face as I felt him lean in closer, breath hot against my neck. 

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" He whispers against my skin. I can feel his heart pounding behind me, the rhythm betraying his casual tone. "Like, for example, the reason why you look so…." 

My breath hitched in my throat at his words, his voice husking over my skin and causing a chill to seep through to my veins. I turned over my shoulder again to look up at him, blush on my cheeks and surprise coloring my features.

His eyes searched mine, looking for something as his fingers gripped my shoulder lightly.

“Look so what?”

He huffed behind me, looking back at the screen, not really watching the movie as his grip on my arm tightened.

 “What are you playing at, querida.” 

I bit my lip, moving a hand to his thigh as I started tracing slow, languid circles absentmindedly on his leg, my fingertips gently brushing over his grey joggers. 

“What…what do you mean, Leo?”

His leg tensed under my fingers as he swallowed hard, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"Well," he started, voice barely audible. "I mean..." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I know we’ve always been just friends, but..." Leo's voice dropped lower, huskier. "I don’t think I can take this anymore..." He trailed off, his eyes darkening as he watched my fingers swirl patterns on his clothed thigh. 

“...Leo..” I breathed his name, more like a prayer than anything else. 

Don’t say it. 

Don’t break my heart. 

"I want you." He admitted, his gaze intense as his eyes flick back up to mine. “If you want me too.” 

I paused, chewing on his question and wondering if he’s really willing to push the joke this far...or if he’s serious.

 “And if I said that I did? What..” A sultry look darkened my eyes as we stared each other down. “What would you do then, Leo?” 

My fingers searched a little higher on his thigh, and I could hear his breath hitch behind me. 

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear as his lips brushed against the skin. "If you did..." He whispered, his voice low. "I would make sure you never forget tonight." 

His hand moved to my hip, pulling me closer to him. "I've been waiting for this a long time, hermosa." He whispered, his fingers gripping lightly at the flesh of my hip as he pulled me closer to him. "I would worship every inch of you." His words are heavy with lust, dripping as they roll off his tongue. 

He released my hip and turned my head gently towards his; his lips hovering just centimeters from mine. "But only if you're finally ready to admit that you want me." 

My eyes widen at his words, gaze landing to rest on his mouth as he waits for my answer. His thumb stroked my jaw where it rested against my face, and I flicked my eyes back up to his as he stared at me. 

My heart thumps in my throat, pulse raging as I look at him. 

I can’t hide it anymore. 

“I…I want you, Leo.” 

His eyes blazed as the words rolled off my tongue, and he chuckled lowly before leaning in, closing the distance between us and capturing my lips in a heated kiss. His pout was softer than I imagined, pressing into mine with urgency and need as he cupped my face in his hand. 

He gently nipped at my bottom lip before diving in deeper, tongue intertwining with mine in a dance of soft pants and hums as his kiss overwhelmed me like a wave against the shore. 

My body hummed with the electricity of his lips against mine; his soft skin scrubbing over mine with such intensity I could feel myself shudder in his grip, each holding onto the other for dear life as passion gave way to gnawing hunger.  

His arm moved from my waist, hand groping and searching lower and lower until it rested at my inner thigh. Heat pooled in my center as he slowly traced his hand further down, lightly pressing his hand against my clothed center. I whimpered into his mouth at the pressure, my hand lifting from his leg to his face as I squirmed in his hands. 

I felt him grin against my lips as my noises reached him, his fingers moving with purposeful strokes over my clothed center, the jeans just enough of a barrier to make my head dizzy. 

Leo broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck, and nipped at the sensitive skin there as he spoke softly. 

“You have no idea how long I wanted to touch you like this, querida.” He murmured, heavy and slurred. His other hand moved to cup my breast, kneading it gently through my shirt. "Do you want me to keep going?" His breath is sharp against my neck; the heat everywhere and inescapable but so addictive. 

I nod against him as his fingers slipped beneath my jeans, and brushed at the bare skin above my lace underwear. He nipped at my neck as his hand slid under the fabric, and I sighed softly into his touch as he dipped into my folds, rubbing against my clit as his other hand gripped at my chest. 

“..you’re so wet, damn baby..” His voice sounded like it came from the clouds, so lost in the moment himself. 

His fingers continued to glide over the sensitive nub, teasing me a bit longer before sliding down to gently circle my entrance. I could feel the slick coat his fingers, making the erotic sounds echo as the movie continued on, completely forgotten. 

 "Y..yes...pl-please..fuck-" My hands gripped at his skin, so desperate for the pressure he was teasing me with. I could feel myself melting into his hands like putty, brain turning to mush as he explored and toyed with me.

His kiss was hot at my neck, yet cool instantly as air rasps over freshly kissed skin. He bit into my neck gently, chuckling darkly as I whimpered in his hands, more curses pouring from my lips as I trembled into his touch. 

"Such a dirty mouth," He teased as he withdrew his teeth from my flesh, his voice low as his hand shifted in my jeans. "But I think I like it." His fingers slid into me slowly, thrusting in and stretching as I panted and moaned softly in his arms. 

He kept his movements deliberate and slow as his fingers thrusted into me, and as he did he shifted his thumb to circle over my clit, swirling around the nub as he watched my face contort with pleasure from his spot behind me. 

I mewled softly as his hands brought me to new heights, finally filling the ache that had been gnawing at me for so long. I gripped his mask tails as he thrust those agile fingers into me, panting in pleasure and barely able to form a response. 

"I..h-hnnngh..L-Le-eo.."  

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I bit my lip to hold back a scream. 

A smirk snuck back onto Leo’s face as my words turned into unintelligible sounds of pleasure, my body writhing under his skillful touch. He increased his pace, his thumb pressing harder against my clit as I keened at the pressure. 

"Do you want more, preciosa?" He asked as his pout brushed against my cheek, voice dripping with confidence. "Because I can give you more." Leo nipped at my earlobe before sucking on it gently. 

My moan sounded like I was gasping for air as he licked at my ear, the sensations overwhelming as he’s everywhere on me, all at once. It felt like his hands were caressing every inch of skin, nowhere left undiscovered. He’s under my skin, in my veins, and it felt so good.  

I nodded as he let go of my ear with a swipe of his tongue, humming approvingly. His fingers thrusted harder into me, curling slightly, while his thumb continued its relentless assault on my clit.

 I can feel my body tensing, my walls clamping down around his fingers. 

His hand snaked up from my breast to my throat, briefly putting pressure there as he continued to tease my clit with his thumb, fingers curled deep inside me. 

As his hand wrapped around my throat, he leaned in, breath hot against my cheek. 

"That's right, baby, cum for me." He growled, and his tone shot a thrill through me to my core.  

He released my throat, giving me space to breathe as he watched my face contort in pleasure. I could hear him churr softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he continued to turn me to putty in his hands. 

I turned my head to kiss him, pulling his face down to mine desperately as I came undone on his hand; the pleasure a blinding wave as it crashed over me and I moaned loudly into his mouth. 

Leo swallowed my cries of pleasure as I trembled in his arms, aftershocks of my orgasm tensing over my body as he slowly swept his thumb over my swollen clit, gently milking the last of my climax before pulling his hand out of my jeans. He brought his glistening fingers to his lips, swiping his tongue over them as he looked down at me with a cocky look on his face. 

“You okay, hermosa?”

My face flushed as I panted, eyes glazed with lust as I looked back up at him. 

What just happened.

He smiled down at me, eyeridge raised. 

“Sorry, I guess I was getting a little hungry.” 

This cocky mother-fucker. 

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I blinked slowly at Leo as he licked the slick from his fingers, watching me pant against his chest as the flush left my face. 

He grinned down at me, and I turned back to the movie as I bit my lip, frustrated. 

That had just happened. What I had always hoped would happen. 

And it meant nothing to him.  

Leo. Fucking Leo. 

He won. 

Or at least, I thought he had, until I shifted against him and felt his cock pulse at my back. 

I shifted my hips again, curious to see if that was really what I had felt, and he audibly groaned at the friction, and shot a hand out to still my hips. 

“Careful, querida.” His voice was a gritted growl as he fingers dug into my skin, and I knew in that moment I had the upper hand again. 

I turned slightly, looking up at him through my lashes demurely and feigning innocence. 

“You okay, Leo?”

He narrowed his eyes at me, but released his death grip with a snort and looked back at the tv screen. 

When he looked away, I sat up to turn around in his lap, and slid my knees under me as I kneeled between his legs. 

His breath hitched in his throat as he stared down at me, eyes wide. 

I slid my fingers slowly up his thigh to the waistband of his joggers, a seductive smile painted on my lips as I watched him swallow hard, eyes darting to stare at my hand. 

“I guess I might want a little snack too…” I can hear my voice purr as the words rolled off my tongue, seductive and lustful. “But…if you don’t want me to…”

His eyes flicked back up to mine quickly, jaw set hard. 

“No, hermosa…trust me, I want you to…” His voice trailed off, something holding him back. “I just…ah..”

My eyes took on a mischievous glint as my fingertips slid just over the waistband of his pants. He breathed in sharply, eyes darting back to my hand before flicking up to my face. 

Why was he being so cautious? It’s not like he’s never done this before.

“Then sit back, Leon. Relax.”

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips, but the caution still in his eyes as he leaned back against the pillows behind him. 

As he relaxed a little, I slid my hands to the waistband and tugged gently. He lifted his hips slightly, helping me pull off the grey joggers, revealing his hard, throbbing length as it laid on his plastron. 

I couldn’t hide my surprise at his size as I brushed a fingertip over his length, ripping a shudder from him. 

“Well, I can see why your ego’s so the size of Wall Street.” I can’t help the chuckle that left my lips as I gripped his length in my hand gently, his cock twitching in my palm as he groaned softly at the pressure.

I took his length in my hands as I gave him a sultry look, my eyes locking with his as I leaned down and placed a feather light kiss to the tip of his cock.

I steeled my resolve to get him back for moments earlier; he was going to be putty in my hands by the time I was done with him. 

 "You're bigger than I imagined."

I could hear his breath hitch as my tongue slid out, swirling over the tip before I gave his length another pump with my hand. He tensed as I took him in my mouth, tongue swirling as I bobbed my head down as far as I could go, coming back up for air with a popping sound. 

"F-f..fuck…you...you can take y-your time.., preciosa." He drawled, words slurred as his gaze was glued to my mouth.

I placed another feather light kiss at the head of his cock, holding back a grin as he whimpered in my hands. 

Who’s winning now, Leon. 

I could hear and feel him groan as I wrapped my mouth around him, my tongue teasing as I swirled and licked at him. His voice was strained as my head bobbed up and down, my mouth warm, wet, and ringing the most delicious sounds from him as I dragged my tongue up his length. 

He threaded his fingers through my hair, guiding my movements slightly as he thrusted shallowly into my mouth, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. 

It was a pretty picture, seeing him like this. 

"Does it feel good, Leon?" I asked as I paused briefly over him, eyebrow raised in a mischievous smile.

I didn’t give him time to answer, as I took his length as deep as I could down my throat. I felt his legs tense as I held him there, fighting the gag, and he groaned loudly, his grip on my hair tightening as the heat slid over him. 

I came off of him with a popping sound, and wiped at the line of spit from my lips as I looked at him and pumped my hand on his length, and repeated what he said to me earlier. 

"Do you want more, Leo?" My eyes took on a sultry look as I leaned down and slid my tongue up and down his length again. "Cause I can give you more."

His eyes narrowed as he watched me take him into my mouth again, his hips bucking slightly as my tongue swirled around him. His hands tightened in my hair, guiding my movements faster, deeper. He groaned, the sound almost a low growl. 

"Fuck…hnng-." 

He pulled me off of him for a moment by my hair, panting heavily as he looked down at me, eyes dark and blown wide with lust.

 "Not yet," He huffed, chest heaving as he tried to calm himself down. "I want to see you cum for me again."

 He pulled me to him, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as he guided me to lay down on my back. The sudden gentleness brought a flutter to my chest, as his hand tenderly laid my head down on his pillows. He leaned over me, fingers gripping my shirt, as he deepened the kiss and painted his tongue inside my mouth. 

With a swift move, he lifted my shirt over my head, revealing my breasts nestled in my lace bra before him. I gasped at the movement, but the look in his eyes settled any shock I felt. 

He stared down at me, gaze hungry as he snaked a hand to my back, undoing the clasp quickly with one hand. The offensive fabric was flung somewhere across the room as Leo's gaze lingered on my bare chest, taking in the sight, the dusky rose of my nipples hardening in the cool air of his room. 

He leaned down, as if drawn to me, capturing one between his teeth and giving it a gentle tug, and a choked whimper ripped from my throat at the sensation. 

A hand slid down my stomach, tracing the curve of my waist until he reached the button of my jeans. With a flick of his wrist he undid it, and then slowly dragged the fabric down my legs, revealing the lacy lingerie I had worn for confidence. I could feel a low rumble from his chest vibrate through me. 

 "Fuck, you're beautiful," He whispered, his words syrupy as he trailed kisses along my chest, nipping lightly before moving to lavish attention on my other breast.

His fingers dipped under the lace, teasing at the wetness there before slipping inside my panties again and finding my nub, circling it lazily as he continued to swipe his tongue at my breast. I panted his name softly, mewling as he toyed with me. 

I gasped against him as he licked more deliberately at my breasts, but didn’t linger long, his face leaving my chest as he moved down my body, his hands slowly started to pull my lace panties down my legs.

Leo smirked up at me when he noticed that I had shaved. 

"Planning something, were we?" He raised a brow ridge at me, a chuckle on his lips as he settled back between my legs, underwear discarded. I blushed as he kissed the inside of my thigh, bodies now completely bare before each other. 

"I..I mean..I just wanted...I-I wanted to be prepared in case..."

His eyes sparkled with amusement as the blush swept over my face and chest, embarrassment coloring my features. 

"In case what, hermosa?" He teased, his breath tickling the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh as he moved his face closer to my center. "In case you got to have your way with me?" 

He chuckled softly, leaning in to place a feather-light kiss right above my clit, making me squirm as I cried out at the sensation.

"Don’t be embarrassed, quierda," He chided, his voice dropping an octave as he flicked his tongue out swipe at my center. "I'm just glad you finally got over yourself." 

His hands slid under my thighs, spreading my legs wider before him. 

I tried to ask him what he meant, but his tongue on my core stopped any thought I had. 

I mewled as it slid in between my folds, licking at my clit and swirling against the sensitive nub. My hips jolted, and his grip tightened around me as he continued to tease me with his flexible tongue. 

"No moving, preciosa." He murmured, breath sending shivers up my spine as it husked over my clit.

I gripped the sheets over my head as I trembled in his hold. 

Holy shit. 

He started to lap faster at my clit, more insistent; his fingers gripped my thighs tightly as he flicked and swirled his tongue at my center. He looked up at me through his mask, watching my face contort with pleasure as my breath came in short pants and huffs. 

"That's it, hermosa," He panted encouragingly against my wet heat. "Let go for me, baby." He pressed two fingers inside me, curling it just right, hitting my G-spot as he continued to lick and suck at the swollen, sensitive nub. 

"..hnngh...f-fuck...L-Leo-oo.."

I panted his name as his fingers fucked into me, the sensations overwhelming and turning my brain to mush again. His tongue kept the pace at my clit, building at the pressure as it crested inside me. 

In seconds I was moaning his name loudly, trying not to scream, as his fingers pumped into me and I came apart in his hands. 

Again. 

His tongue kept swiping at my center as I rode out the waves of pleasure, twitching, until he slowly withdrew his hand and leaned back, looking down at me with a satisfied smirk and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

"I told you I could make you feel good, preciosa." His tone cocky as he licked his lips clean of my arousal. "And that was just the appetizer." He stood up, towering over me from the foot of the bed, his hard cock bouncing against his plastron at the movement as he watched my breathing return to normal. 

"Ready for the main course?" 

A fucked out look glazed over my eyes as I gazed up at him, a vision of sex appeal towering over me.

I bit my lip.  "You’re such a cocky asshole, you know that?" 

He smiled as he crawled over me, legs slotting between mine as he took me in his arms and kissed me deeply, sweetly, as our tongues danced languidly. 

He broke the kiss briefly as he rested his forehead on mine.  “You love it.” 

I giggled in his arms, nodding, and his lips crashed back into mine, mouths and tongues meeting and parting like waves as I’m swept out to sea under him; where I’ve always wanted to be. Leo groaned into the kiss, his cock twitching against my body as his hips ground into mine, both of us desperate for each other.

He broke away for a moment to look into my eyes, his own filled with something warm and bubbling as he takes in the flush on my face, the way my chest heaves against his. 

He leaned down, nuzzling into my neck, nipping at the skin gently, ripping a shiver straight to my core as he whispered hotly in my ear.

“Have I told you how much hearing you moan my name turns me on?" 

He reached down between us, aligning his cock with my entrance, and slowly pushed his length in.

A strangled wail flew from my lips as he sheathed himself fully inside me with one fluid motion, filling me so completely that I had no conscious thought left in my mind but him. 

He started to move, setting a slow pace at first, but soon picked up speed, his hips snapping against mine as each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through us both, the sounds of skin slapping against shell drowning out the movie on his small tv.  

He panted next to me, voice ragged as he thrusted into me. His hands rested at either side of my head, so all I could see was Leo, Leo, Leo. 

I breathed his name like it was holding me to this world as he fucked me into his bed, my nails clawing at his shoulders as my eyes rolled back in pleasure. He was so deep inside me; I felt so full, like he was in the back of my throat with every thrust. 

"Fuck, you feel so good baby. Just like I thought you would-" He grunted, thrusting harder as the bed rocked underneath us. 

I could hear myself moaning and panting into his shoulder, but all I could feel was his thick cock thrusting into me, fucking my brains out.

"I...hnnngh….”  I tried to answer him, but couldn’t manage words. 

As he picked up speed again, shifting his hips for a different angle, he rammed harder into me as I gasped into the skin of his arm. I could feel the pressure building, felt another orgasm close as he continued hitting against that spongy spot deep inside.  

"That's it, quierda. Let go for me," he encouraged, huffing into my ear as his voice strained with his own efforts. I could feel his legs tense against mine, and wondered if he was close too. 

The pressure released like a flood, fast and wild, blinding heat taking over as I started to come apart once more, my body convulsing around him as I came on his cock as his hips bucked roughly into me. I screamed his name, voice shattered and strained like broken glass. 

He followed me over the edge, his own release exploding from him in a torrent of ecstasy. He buried his face in my neck, biting down as I felt the heat seep into my veins, melting into me in a thick, syrupy feeling of need. 

When he finally pulled out, he collapsed beside me, panting heavily. Leo wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close as he tried to catch his breath. The room was spinning, and I felt like I was vibrating into his embrace.

"I can’t believe we’ve missed out on that for years," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. 

I chuckled with him, but the sound grew quiet as my smile started to fade, as I realised what this might mean. 

What this might end. 

I can’t lose him. 

I lifted my head back, turning so I could look him in the eyes. 

“...Leo?”

His gaze was drowsy as he looked down at me, a blissful look still smeared on his face as he propped his head up with an arm. 

“Hmm?” 

I almost don’t want to ask him. 

But I have to. 

“...Are…are we…do you..” My breath caught in my throat as I chewed on my words, eyes darting down to a scar on his plastron. “...are you going to act like this never happened tomorrow?”

I saw his chest heave as he froze in place on the bed, arms tensing around me as the silence grew deafening between us. 

I closed my eyes, the weight settling on my chest as I came to terms with the quiet. I moved from his arms, and turned to get up from the bed before his hand shot out to stop me. 

“No. Not ever. I..” His voice was shaky as I turned back to look at him, and he took me in his arms in one quick motion, wrapping me completely into his embrace and pulling me down into his lap. “..I..want this, whatever this is..with you.”

He’s messing with me.

He didn’t mean it. 

I choked back the lump in my throat. “Do you mean it, Leo.”

He looked down at me, eyes misty, and cupped my face gently in his hands as he pulled me in for a soft kiss. 

His lips anchored me to him as the ache in my heart threatened to pull me out from shore, the everything that I had ever dreamed now right here at my fingertips, pouring his love into each sweet kiss at my lips. 

He pulled back to hold my face in his hands. 

“I’ve wanted this since I was a teenager in love with you.” His thumb brushed over my cheek. “You were just too stubborn to admit it, and I didn’t want to lose our friendship.” 

The tears rolled down my face now, fat and wet as he pulled me into his chest, laying us both back down onto the pillow pile as his arms tightened around my trembling body. 

“Yeah…” I sniffled. “I guess I was a little stubborn about my feelings.” 

Leo chuckled, his laugh echoing around the small room. “Who knew that all it would take was a lame pick up line.” 

I pinched his leg, earning a yelp. 

“Watch it.”

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Soap's hands hover between them for a second until Ghost gives another nod, and then they’re right back on Ghost's face, warm despite the freezing cold, thumbs dragging against his skin, calloused and rough, tracing his cheekbones, then the bridge of his nose, all the way down to his lips. Ghost feels himself shake apart beneath them, entirely silent, entirely still, his heartbeat ricocheting around the tiny cabin of the car as if it was trying to kill him. It's too much and not enough, he wants to flinch from the touch and bury in it, wants to run run run away from this feeling spreading in his chest, this thing he's known for weeks can not possibly be anger, can’t possibly be suspicion, can’t even be fear. He wants to never leave this car, never move an inch from this seat, never ever be without Soap's hands on his face again. "Simon," Soap says, "Simon," like it's a prayer, Simon like it's a mantra, Simon like he's standing in front of the mirror chanting bloody mary to make him appear, to summon him here into this moment alive and real, Simon, Simon, Simon. And he wonders then – as he realizes he’s crying, silent tears running down his cheeks, staining Soap’s fingers like blood – if this is what devout men feel like, kneeling at the altar, praying to their god and being heard, if they're this relieved to be seen, this terrified to be perceived.

not from the absence | CHAPTER FIVE + EPILOGUE

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