#the way i fell off my couch when this aired holy fuck

[paperlignes]

forever going to cry about

- is hannibal in love with me? - could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you, and find nourishment at the very sight of you? yes. but do you ache for him?

what do you mean this is real and canon? what do you meaaaaaan

[4drianaaaa]

It’s my birthday in a few days… can you write a Hamzah dominating birthday sex smut as a gift? :,)

(Eating out, over stimulation, all night?) please and thank you. 🙏🏼 I LOVE YOUR STORIES

night 2 remember | Hamzahthefantastic

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18+ fem reader , smut, over stimulation

You were sat at the fanciest dinner place you’ve ever seen as you were sat with Hamzah, Martin, and Mandy. You laughed all night and drank more than you expected.

“Thank you so much again babe!” You kissed Hamzah as you tasted all the alcohol he had consumed, “‘course babe, you deserve it” he snickered as you giggled. Martin drove you and Hamzah home without expecting any other surprises.

“Close your eyes!” Hamzah sang as he grabbed your bag and placed it on the couch as he grabbed your hand leading you to your shared room “Hamzah…what did you do?” You giggled nervously as he walked behind you taking his hands and covering your eyes “you’ll see” he smirked as you slowly walked to your room. “Okay ready? 3…2…1” he smiled as his hands dropped from your sight as you saw a bunch of bags from designer brands as well as roses scattered all over the room and the biggest bouquet of roses shaped in a heart. “Hamzah! Oh my god?! How did you- When did-?” You were in shock as your excitement made him smile “happy birthday princess” he said kissing your jawline as you opened your gifts

“Hamzah thank you so much babe!” You squealed as you ran into his arms “god I love you so much” you kissed his face as he giggled. You were ready to do whatever this man told you to do. You pulled on his tie as you fell onto the bed, he laughed as his warmth was now drowning you as your lips met again but more needy and passionate.

“Slow down baby, what’s wrong?” He smirked as he totally knew what your plan was with each other. “I just wanted to thank you in a way” you said slyly as he smirked “so gorgeous” his hand ran down your tight red dress as he unbuckled your heels carefully placing them down on the floor, he began placing a trail of kisses from your ankle to your thigh. You bit your lip as his smirk said everything, he slowly lifted your dress as your laced panties were in his face. Your breath hitched as the cold air hit your skin, “so pretty mama” he kissed your inner thigh “im never gonna make your forget this night” he added as small noises came out your mouth as the need for his lips to be all over your cunt grew.

“fuckkk” he groaned as his finger hooked the lace pulling it aside to reveal your dripping pussy, his mouth practically drooling as he wasted no time eating you out. “Oh shit!” You moaned as your hips bucked up more to his face as your grip tightened on the pillows beside you as his tongue made miracles

“You taste so good baby holy fuck” he whined as you felt your self coming closer “fuck baby your gonna make me cum so fast!” You whined as he stopped his pace as he looked at up as his hands slithered up your dress as his hands squeezed both of your tits as he was quick to slip off your dress. He threw your dress somewhere in the room as his lips crashed into yours as small needy groans vibrated from your mouth to his, “want me to fuck you good baby? Huh?” he murmured as he unbuckled his pants as his length left an impression on his boxers and his happy trail peeking over his hard bulge wanting him 100x more.

“fuck yes baby- m’ all yours” you moaned as his cock sprung onto your needy cunt. You threw your legs over his shoulders as he every part of your body was visible which he adored, he circled his spilling tip around your clit as small whines filled the room “so fucking wet baby” he moaned as he spat on your already dripping pussy, “m’gonna fuck the shit out of you” he hissed as he quickly inserted himself into you as you moaned into your hand not wanting to be known as the neighbors who have no filter when fucking.

“M’no baby, I wanna hear how good I make you feel” he smirked as he slammed in and out of you causing you to see stars. Wet skin slapping each other echoed all over the room as his hands cupped your face “so pretty like this” he smiled as his lips met yours one last time before rapidly increasing his pace. “Fuck Hamzah! I’m so fucking close baby!” You whined as his breathy moans were heard “good girl”. Your grip on the sheets became on harder as well as yourself causing Hamzah to whine “cmon baby be a good girl and come on my cock baby” he bit his lip as you felt your self reaching your high as he threw his head back “fuck yes mommy so good” he pounded into you harder as he leaned down to your chest kissing your jawline as your legs began to shake from how much he had been in and out of you

“Hamzah! I’m gonna fucking come again baby stop!” You squealed as a smile creased on his lips. His thumb circled your clit as you twitched under him “oh fuck!” Was the only thing he heard from you which was music to his ears.

“holy shit baby your so fucking m’good” he panted as you felt his seed fill you up. He pulled his twitching cock out of you as his cum spilled out of your aching cunt, “fuck princess your so fucking pretty” he leaned back down to lay next to you as you giggled “happy birthday my baby” he kissed your cheek as you both were quick to sleep.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYYY, I hope this is good enough pls don’t unfolllow or hate me ILY 🤍

[mee3pp]

Farmhouse pt 10

You’d be a fucking liar if you said you hadn’t been regretting your actions from a few days ago. You’re still sporting a healing split lip and a semi black eye that serves as a reminder of your mistake every time you look in the mirror. But here you are lying in the paddock at 11:30 at night rethinking your actions now that you are left alone in the big empty farm house of yours. Maybe you need to get some anger management. That sounds like a good… no your father should just stay out of your business. It’s not his business who you are dating, Johnny is a good man to you. He takes you on dates, he’s patient with your boundaries, he’s never overstepped boundaries or tried to do something with you.

But your father seems to think you being in a relationship is the worst thing in the world. He’s never had a problem before, maybe it’s because he works with him? Or maybe because he’s a few years older than you? Surely a 4-5 year age gap isn’t that big of a deal?

“Hey ol’ girl” You hum as Barbie your livestock guardian dog places her big head on your chest. You try to focus on the beautiful night sky and the perfect summer chill in the air and not on Johnny but it’s so hard.

“Holy shit Cap what happened to you?” Gaz chuckles as he takes another step into Price’s office. Price lets out a loud telling sigh gently rubbing his black eye. “Let me guess, Johnny?” Gaz asks with a curious expression. “No. It was my own daughter” A small embarrassed chuckle slips past his lips. Gaz’s eyebrows shoot up in a surprised fashion. “Holy shit, what did ya do?” He chuckles. Price rolls his eyes, nosey bastards the lot of them.

“What do you think happened?” Price asks sarcastically “I caught her and Johnny on a date… things got heated and it got physical”. Gaz shakes his head with a small smug smile as he knew this was going to happen after all as it’s what he told Price would happen if he kept his protective father act.

“I told ya this would happen” Gaz shrugs leaning against the door frame. “What are you even worried about?” He adds in response Price lets out a loud sigh. “If im being honest… I don’t know, I trust Soap with my life but with my daughter he’s a threat” Price shrugs. Gaz stifles a chuckle “Just let it happen you don’t know how it’s going to go unless you try mate” Gaz sighs.

2:30 PM ,5/5/24 Wednesday

I miss you Johnny :(

2:32 PM

I miss you too lass, you want me to sneak out of base Sunday to see you?

2:45 PM

Oh my gosh!! Yes

“What are ya smiling at?” Simon probes as he sits next to you on the old couch in your house. You scowl at him “it ain’t ya business just because ya all injured n’ mopey don’t mean ya get to snoop” you say with a small fond smirk. “Ya talkin’ to Johnny ain’t ya” Simon states with a smug expression. “Piss off” you say holding back a chuckle.

“Ya don’t know when to stop do you?” Simon chuckles. You groan and roll your eyes “I’m aloud to talk to my Boyfriend” you huff. Simon raises his eyebrows in surprise and he lets out an amused chuckle “boyfriend eh? When did this happen” he mocks which makes you scoff and roll your eyes. “None of your business” You chuckle. “How did you break your arm?” You probe trying to change the subject and it works surprisingly well.

“Sparring…” He mumbles looking right at you “Bull shit” you chuckle looking at the big man in-front of you there’s no way he broke his arm sparring. “You’re lying I can tell” You smirk as whenever Simon’s lying without his mask on the corner of his lips twitches downwards into a half frown. “Fine. I was shitfaced with Johnny n’ I fell off a table” He admits begrudgingly and you burst into a fit of laughter. After five minutes you are still laughing and it’s evolved to crying from laughter.

“Holy shit you’re an idiot” You chuckle.

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[shadowqueenjude]

This fic is for @hrizantemy , who loves this pairing! Happy New Year fellow Nesta stan ❤️

Part 1 of A Court of Wolves; read here or on Ao3

She sat by the banks of the river Sidra, drawing in the dirt with a stick. She criss-crossed the lines, forming a braid. Then, she gave the little figure a dress and shoes. She drew the hands, one of which was reaching out to somebody else. But who?

She looked across the river, and on the other side, a figure appeared.

Golden was really the only way to describe him. Rich golden-brown skin, long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, and brown-black eyes. He was clad in metallic gold and silver armor with a sword hanging at his hip. His lips were parted slightly as he stared blankly off into space, as though he were waiting for something.

She doesn’t know what possessed her to do it, but she called across the river.

“Hello! Can you hear me?”

The figure jumped in surprise before his eyes fell upon her and his shoulders slumped in relief. Then they widened again as they looked her up and down, taking her in.

“Holy shit, you’re gorgeous,” he said. She looked down at herself. She was in a pale blue nightgown with billowy sleeves that fluttered in the breeze. Her clothes were too thin; it made her ample curves show through the fabric. Feeling exposed, she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Who are you?” she demanded.

“Who are you?” he challenged. She scowled. “Haven’t you heard? The phrase goes ladies first.”

The golden man laughed. “How do you know I am not a lady?”

She stared at him, unimpressed. “Had your looks not given it away, no woman would speak so nonsensically as you.”

The male put a mock hand over his heart. “You wound me, lady.”

She rolled her eyes, then put down her stick. She placed her hands on the ground and pushed herself to a standing position. “You’re already wounded? Pathetic. I haven’t even started yet.”

The man stared at her for several seconds before he burst out laughing, doubling over and slapping his knee. She raised a brow. What the fuck was so funny?

“Oh, my queen would love you,” he said.

She tilted her head. “Your queen?”

He nodded, smiling slightly. And in spite of herself, she found herself smiling back.

Then the river strayed off course and the water rose into the air, headed straight for her.

At that moment in the House of Wind, a lady named Nesta Archeron awoke with a start.

That was a strange dream, she thought. It had felt so real. And she remembered every bit of it.

She tried to forget about it; it was only a dream, after all. But it just seemed so important for some reason.

It was still early in the morning, so Nesta lit a candle and went into the kitchen. She felt hungry, so she poured some oats in a bowl, added some milk, then began to chop some bananas and walnuts. Then, Nesta eyed the chocolate chips in the cupboard above the fridge. It was high enough that even Nesta being a tall woman could not reach it. At least not without some finesse.

She stretched her hands out towards the top of the fridge, her thumbs gripping the side while her other eight fingers dug into the top. With great effort, Nesta pulled herself to the top of the fridge. Lying on her belly, she lifted her neck, opened the cupboard, and grabbed the chips before wiggling to the edge and gracefully descending, bending her knees upon landing.

While the oatmeal heated on the stove, Nesta poured chocolate chips into it and watched in delight as it melted. Finally: her bland ass breakfast smelled good!

When it was finished, she delightfully poured it into a bowl, set it on the table beside the couch, then grabbed a book so that she could read and eat by candlelight.

The book was called The Wallflower Wager, and it had Nesta giggling and kicking her feet. Nesta wasn’t quite so sweet as Penelope, but she wouldn’t mind a house full of animals. And the Duke of Ruin reminded her of Cassian- if Cassian was part of the nobility and was more devoted to her…

Nesta sighed in longing. Cassian was just not what she had dreamed he would be. In that moment when she’d covered his body with her own before the King of Hybern, she had thought he was someone he could spend the rest of her life with. She had wanted it, someone to love her unconditionally. So bad.

They were mates, but Nesta wondered if she was just trying to force it too much.

But she shut down those feelings and tried to focus on her food and the book.

She quickly finished the food, not realizing how hungry she was. There was nothing tasty to eat in the house, so Nesta decided to go out to see if there was anything open yet.

Nesta had always found Velaris a dreadfully boring city, but at this time, it was almost peaceful. The only sound was the soft crunch of snow as Nesta walked over it. Most shops seemed closed, but there was one whose sign had been marked OPEN.

She grinned. It was Emerie’s store. She burst into a little jog, knocking on the door before walking inside.

“Hi, Em,” Nesta said. Emerie perked up upon seeing her, walking out from behind the counter to give her friend a hug. “Hey, Nes! What brings you in this early?”

Nesta shrugged, tucking her hair behind her ear. She wasn’t used to having it down. “I was hungry, and there’s no food at home.”

Emerie raised a brow. “Normally, I’d say don’t eat anything spicy in the morning, but you eat too healthy as it is,” Emerie said. She gestured for Nesta to follow her to the back. As they got closer to the backroom, the smells of spices and oils got stronger. Nesta closed her eyes, taking in a deep scent. Green chilis and onions and olives and freshly baked bread…

Nesta found herself drooling. Emerie chuckled at her reaction.

“Care for some khara buns?” she asked.

Nesta had never said yes faster in her life. Smirking, Emerie cut from a giant loaf of bread three slices and wrapped them in thin paper. Then, she bent over to open her icebox. She pulled out a small brown cake and handed it to Nesta.

“I made chocolate cheesecake for you,” she said. Nesta felt oddly emotional. Her eyes rapidly began to water, and she sniffled. Emerie’s eyes widened upon seeing this.

“Thank you,” Nesta choked out. Emerie scrunched her eyebrows in confusion, but pulled Nesta into a hug. “You’re welcome.”

After hanging out with Emerie for some time and buying some new clothes, Nesta began to walk home, happily munching her snacks. By now, the sun had come out and people had begun to roam the streets. Valkyrie practice would be starting soon, but Nesta really didn’t want to go. Couldn’t she just skip a day? It would be fine, anyway.

She snuck back into bed with her goodies and wrapped her blanket tightly around herself. She had just flipped the page when she heard footsteps coming towards her. She rapidly shut her book and pulled herself under the covers, pretending to be asleep. She sensed Cassian’s enormous presence as he walked towards her side of the bed. She gripped her blanket tightly, almost protectively. Cassian had ripped the blanket off of her before.

Indeed, the male tugged on her blanket. No matter how much training she had, Cassian was physically stronger, and he used that to his advantage. He ripped the blanket from her hands, causing her to fly halfway up in bed.

“Nesta,” he growled.

“What the fuck, Cas!” Nesta shouted back. Cassian’s hazel eyes were menacing, like they were prepared to go to battle. Suddenly, Nesta was gripped with fear. Her heart began to race. She lifted her hands in what she hoped was a placating gesture.

“I’ll be ready to go soon, just give me a minute,” she said. No response.

Instead, Cassian grabbed a fistful of her hair and began to drag her out of the bed. Nesta shrieked as she felt his tugging at her roots.

“LET ME GO!” she cried. She jabbed the heel of her foot into his privates. When he doubled over, she twisted around and punched him square in the nose.

“NESTA!” he roared. Nesta crossed her arms over her chest. “You know what? I’m not going to practice; I don’t want to.”

“Mor was right,” Cassian hissed, pushing himself off of the ground where he fell. “We should’ve just left you at the human lands’ doorstep.”

Their relationship was so fucking tumultuous. At least with Elain and Feyre, Nesta knew they cared for her, though they had their disagreements. But it seemed that everybody took priority for Cassian over Nesta.

They had arguments all of the time- over Rhysand, over Mor, even over fucking Feyre- and they always made up for it with fervent rutting. But that was just lust; not love. Her relationship with him hadn’t been anything like what she imagined the mating bond would be like. She had heard that in a mating bond, the mates chose each other over everything. It may have been somewhat true for Nesta, but it had never been true for Cassian.

Aside from that one moment where Briallyn told him to kill and he turned the blade on himself. The problem was, Nesta felt that Cassian would’ve done that for Feyre, Rhysand, Mor, and Azriel. So, Nesta wasn’t special in any way.

Nesta was tired. From the moment she had walked into Prythian, she had felt like she was fighting a battle. She thought it would stop when she and Cassian wound up together, but it somehow only became worse. Nesta squeezed her eyes shut as tears escaped them.

“We’re done,” Nesta said quietly.

Cassian stilled. The silence in the room was fraught with tension as they stared at each other, silver to hazel eyes.

“What did you say?” Cassian growled. Nesta steeled her spine and glared up at him. “We. Are. Done.”

“You’re just going to throw it all away?” Cassian demanded. Nesta didn’t want to listen to this. She picked up her skirts and swept out of the room. “Nesta,

you listen to me!”

“I’m done listening,” Nesta answered. She shoved the remaining snacks into the bag with her new clothes and swept out of the house. Cassian chased after her.

“You’re just going to throw our mating bond away like it’s trash?” he snarled.

Nesta debated whether or not to continue to reply. In the end, she opted to leave him in no doubt.

“No bond is worth sacrificing my peace or self-respect,” she said.

Nesta was just able to detect an object sailing through the air by the whistle of the wind and dodge it before it smashed the back of her head. It landed in the snow instead, shards of glass flying onto her, digging into her skin. She felt the sting of cuts all over her body. As she bent over the object and picked up a piece, her heart went cold.

It was her Symphonia. The most thoughtful gift Cassian had ever given her: the gift of music. The day they had consolidated their mating bond. It had been the most perfect day of their relationship, when Nesta had been deeply in love.

Though she knew it would dig into her breasts, she shoved the glass under her bra before speed-walking away from her mate, her tears flying in the wind. She felt so betrayed, like her world was collapsing beneath her feet. She wanted to run away, run and never come back.

She didn’t know if Cassian was still chasing her and she didn’t care; all she knew was the utter conviction that she was not going back to him. Never.

She reached the river Sidra, where her dream had been this morning. She paused there for a moment, putting her hands on her knees to breathe. The day that had started out so well had quickly gone sour. She heard crunching behind her and realized Cassian was still chasing her. Why couldn’t he just leave her alone?

Nesta stared across the water and stilled. In the exact spot that the golden man had stood, an enormous white wolf prowled. As she watched, the wolf ran and leapt over the width of the river, landing on her side without so much as a thump.

Nesta leaned forward, stroking the wolf’s head with her hand. Nesta smiled as she saw the wolf’s tail wag in response.

By now, Cassian had reached her. He tugged her arm, his fingers digging into her skin.

“Nesta,” he hissed. “Come home.”

Nesta felt a tug in her gut as her power rose to the surface. “Let go of me,” she said coldly. She let the fire in her eyes show. She smelled the fear in Cassian’s body as he backed away from her. She turned back towards the wolf. His side now faced her, head bent, as though offering her a ride.

Nesta clambered onto the wolf, twisting his fur into knots to keep a tight hold on him. Once the wolf ensured she was safely on, he leapt into the air.

Nesta only had a glimpse of a golden circle in the air that offered a view to another place before the two of them vanished.

[the-orange-tabby-cat]

ALBUM FIC OF THE DAY: Halcyon by @justagalwhowrites (15/?)

A LYRICS COLLECTION BASED ON GOLDIE AND JOEL

TRACKLIST VIBES

Did I spend the whole day thinking about the last Halcyon chapter? Yes. The whole damn day. The only way to deal with was being a big girl and listening to every Taylor song that reminded me of them. They are my favorite couple, you can blame Kit for it.

GOLDIE AND JOEL CODED LYRICS

“We are alone with our changing minds, we fall in love 'til it hurts or bleeds or fades in time” (State of Grace)

“So you were never a saint and I loved in shades of wrong, we learn to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts” (State of Grace)

“These are the hands of fate, you're my Achilles heel, this is the golden age of somethin' good And right and real” (State of Grace)

“Put your lips close to mine as long as they don't touch. Out of focus, eye to eye, til the gravity's too much” (Treacherous)

“I'd be smart to walk away but you're quicksand” (Treacherous)

“All we are is skin and bone trained to get along, forever going with the flow, but you're friction” (Treacherous)

“That nothing safe is worth the drive and I would follow you, follow you home” (Treacherous)

“I guess we fell apart in the usual way and the story's got dust on every page but, sometimes, I wonder how you think about it now and I see your face in every crowd” (Holy Ground)

“Words, how little they mean when you're a little too late. I stood right by the tracks, your face in a locket” (Sad Beautiful Tragic)

“We had a beautiful, magic love there, what a sad, beautiful, tragic love affair” (Sad Beautiful Tragic)

“In dreams, I meet you in warm conversation and we both wake in lonely beds and different cities” (Sad Beautiful Tragic)

“Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting. Silence, the train runs off its tracks. Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen? Hang up, give up and, for the life of us, we can't get back” (Sad Beautiful Tragic)

“But if the story’s over, why am I still writing pages?” (Death By A Thousand Cuts)

“Hell is when I fight with you But we can patch it up good Make confessions and we’re begging for forgiveness” (False God)

“There are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven. I'll tell you the truth but never goodbye” (Daylight)

“I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked, clearin' the air I breathed in the smoke” (Daylight)

“I once believed love would be burning red, but it's golden like daylight” (Daylight)

“Is it insensitive for me to say "get your shit together so I can love you"? Is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything or do you just not want to?” (Renegade)

“You fire off missiles cause you hate yourself but do you know you're demolishing me? And then you squeeze my hand as I'm about to leave” (Renegade)

“Someday, when you leave me I bet these memories follow you around” (Wildest Dreams)

“This love is good, this love is bad, this love is alive back from the dead. These hands had to let it go free and this love came back to me” (This Love)

“We’re a shot in the darkest dark oh no, oh no, I'm unarmed” (Say Don’t Go)

“Why’d you whisper in the dark just to leave me in the night? Now your silence has me screaming” (Say Don’t Go)

“Cause you kiss mе and it stops time and I'm yours, but you're not mine” (Say Don’t Go)

“Truth is, I can't pretend it's platonic, it's just ended” (Now That We Don’t Talk)

“Was it over when she laid down on your couch? Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?” (Is It Over Now?)

“One thing after another, fucking situations, circumstances, miscommunications, and I have to say, by the way I just may like some explanations” (Question…?)

“Did you realize out of time? She was on your mind with some dickhead guy that you saw that night” (Question…?)

“And maybe it's the past that's talking, screaming from the crypt telling me to punish you for things you never did” (The Great War)

“I was making my own name, chasing that fame, he stayed the same, all of me changed like midnight” (Midnight Rain)

“He was sunshine, I was midnight rain” (Midnight Rain)

“Please, don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere” (New Year’s Day)

“Who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames If we know the steps anyway?” (loml)

“As the men masqueraded, I hoped you'd return with your feet on the ground, tell me all that you'd learned cause love's never lost when perspective is earned” (Peter)

“And the years passed like scenes of a show, the professor said to write what you know looking backwards might be the only way to move forward” (The Manuscript)

“The only thing that's left is the manuscript, one last souvenir from my trip to your shores” (The Manuscript)

“What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?” (Guilty As Sin)

“if you wanted me, you really should've showed” (the 1)

“I persist and resist the temptation to ask you if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?” (the 1)

“I'm only seventeen, I don't know anything but I know I miss you” (betty)

“There's an ache in you, put there by the ache in me but if it's all the same to you It's the same to me” (‘tis the damn season)

“I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave but if it's okay with you, it's okay with me” (‘tis the damn season)

“I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch. Everybody wants you, everybody wonders what it would be like to love you” (gold rush)

“What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominoes, my mind turns your life into folklore I can't dare to dream about you anymore” (gold rush)

“I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland, my house of stone, your ivy grows and now I'm covered in you” (ivy)

“I'd live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time” (ivy)

“it's a war, tt's the goddamn fight of my life and you started it” (ivy)

“Pages turn and stick to each other, wages earned and lessons learned but I, I'm right where you left me” (right where you left me)

“If our love died young, I can't bear witness, and it's been so long, if you ever think you got it wrong, I'm right where you left me” (right where you left me)

“A simple complication, miscommunications lead to fallout. So many things that I wish you knew, so many walls up, I can't break through” (The Story Of Us)

“Don't you smile at me and ask me how I've been, don't you say you've missed me if you don't want me again, you don't know how much I feel I love you still” (Don’t You)

“I'm on the bleachers dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time” (You Belong With Me)

“All this time, how could you not know, baby? You belong with me” (You Belong With Me)

TRACKLIST (all songs mentioned)

State of Grace

Treacherous

Holy Ground

Sad Beautiful Tragic

Death By A Thousand Cuts

False God

Daylight

Renegade

Wildest Dreams

This Love

Say Don't Go

Now That We Don’t Talk

Is It Over Now?

Question...?

The Great War

Midnight Rain

New Year's Day

loml

Peter

The Manuscript

Guilty As Sin

the 1

betty

‘tis the damn season

gold rush

ivy

right where you left me

The Story Of Us

Don't You

You Belong With Me

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

Fu the Family Friend

A/N: happy new year everyone! I started this september/october (i forgor) and found the motivation to finish it up. my lord i cant wait for the archivist model to drop.....

I want to preface this by saying I'm writing this fictional piece of work based off of a fictional character/liver. This does not reflect any sort of reality, nor does this reflect what Fulgur is like irl, etc. etc.

(I'm writing Fuu-chan as Archivist and not Legatus purely for How I Imagine Him purposes. And yes i know this outfit is legatus but just imagine archivist being his large sexy self in a pink shirt and leather pants with his hair pulled back mmk.)

CW: beeg tall man, nerdy talk, oral sex (fem! receiving)

Tag List: @super-unpredictable98, @jozstankovich, @rubberbutt69

Ding Dong

"Welcome Mr. Ovid! It's so good to see you!" you heard from the couch, turning your attention to the front door. Your parents had informed you that there would be a guest coming in to stay in the Air BNB they own for a few weeks, but you had limited reaction to it. The most they'll be is a mild inconvenience for when I need a place to decompress.

"It's good to have a change of scenery. And plus, the more I can learn about different cities, the better I'll be at my job." he spoke smoothly, with a little chuckle at the end of his sentence.

My lord, what a voice he has. You whisper to yourself, standing up to get a closer look.

Peeking from behind the wall, you observe the new person. He's.....oh no he's handsome. He has a tall build, with a dangerously soft looking tummy and long silver hair that's pulled into a ponytail at the back of his head. He has a kind looking face, with stubble matching his hair color. There seems to be a red and black collar around his neck (Oh yeah, they did mention he's a cyborg.) and hands to match.

"Oh, hey there. Didn't notice you at first." he looked up at you (holy fuck, he has pretty eyes too), and went to shake your hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ovid." you stuttered, his hand warmer than you thought it would be.

"Oh, please call me Fulgur, Mr. Ovid makes me feel old." one of his hands went behind his head to awkwardly scratch his neck, and he looks away.

You nod in agreement and stand to the side as he continues talking to your parents. The way he spoke about his job ("It helps me stay in touch with what I lost, y'know. That way I can look back at everything in the future and not feel this pit of guilt from not knowing or remembering."), how he talked about his dog back home ("Oh, he's a very big boy. But very gentle. Trained and everything." as he shows them pictures of a very large, and very happy looking Caucasian shepherd.), honestly just listening to him talk was enough for you.

"Oh honey, would you show Mr. Ovid his room, we've gotta go handle dinner." your parents shout from the front door, closing it right as you respond.

"Uhh, you can follow me. Your room isn't up 10 flights of stairs or across an ominous bog. It's right to the left." you instruct, pointing in the general upstairs direction.

"So....the right or the left."

"Right to the......okay gotcha. It's to the left." you mutter before mentally facepalming as he walks into the room and sets his bags down. Now that's certainly a way to make a fuckin' impression. Being horrifically unclear. "I'll leave you to get settled, just let me know if you need anything."

You walk back to the couch, sitting in front of the television. Whatever was playing took your focus for all of half a second before drifting to....him. It's been a hot minute since someone actually caught your attention. Even if he is a little...older. It's just by a few years. And for all you know, he could be happily married....or not even-

CRASH

"Uh, you good in there?' you ask, standing in the doorframe to his room.

"Yeah, I was just trying to get the window open and some stuff fell." he chuckled awkwardly and backed away from the wall. Surrounding him were a few books from the shelf above the windowsill, and the window sat half open. Easy fix, you say to yourself before walking over and taking a firm hold on the handle for the latch.

"It's ok. I've accidentally been a little too rough with it before, you just gotta lift it up and pull at the same time. It's all about being gentle." the window slots into place and locks.

Fulgur giggles from behind you, shoulders lightly shaking at the accidental innuendo. Ah, so that's his sense of humor. "I'll have you know that joke was purely incidental. It just slips out sometimes."

"Oh does it?" he replies, breaking out into fuller laughter, wheezing in a kettle like fashion. That deeply entertains you, as how could a man built like that let out such a charming noise as a laugh.

"You like how I laugh?" he stutters out, finally catching his breath. Shit, I said that out loud.

"It's cute. Almost the opposite of what I expected from someone so built." you say, bulking your shoulders up to imitate his form.

"How am I built?" an unreadable glint shines in his eye.

"Like a beefcake. A big British beefcake."

He hums and gets the residual laughs out before putting the books back on the shelf. You sit on the ottoman in the corner of the room and listen to him talk while he gets his travel bags unpacked. He really is an interesting person. From his friends back home (apparently demons, dragons, and aliens do actually exist) to how he talks about his job. Apparently keeping the world's history and books preserved is a much more hard job than you imagined.

"It's difficult, but a very rewarding job. Makes me feel like I'm doing good to help things exist for longer. Let everyone after me observe things just as they were." a small smile appears on his face and you feel a sense of relaxation wash over you. Hmm...he's nice.

"We're back! And brought pizza!" your parents yell from the front door.

Both of your stomachs rumble at the sound of that, and you both head downstairs. The setup is simple. Three pizzas, cheese, pepperoni, and-

"Oh, Hawaiian! I actually enjoy pineapple on pizza." he mutters, gleefully getting a paper plate and starting on his meal.

Dinner flows smoothly up to a point, up until Fulgur takes his jacket off. He revealed his arms, and he put a fist on his chin, listening to your parents talk about their upcoming trip out of town. All you could focus on was his stubble. The line of his neck and his hands... You start wondering what they'd feel like. Holding them in your own. Wrapped around your waist. Maybe even groping you from behind. Lost in your own thoughts, you find that he's been looking at you.

Ah shit. You cough and shake your head of the images of him over you, standing up.

"Let me get your trash." you offer, looking down instead of at him. If you had, you would've noticed a faint dusting of pink across his cheeks, going to his neck and ears when you bend over to get another trash bag. After washing your hands and sitting back down, you two sit in silence for a few more moments, and he almost says something, but is cut off by your parents announcing their departure.

"See you later. You sure you're not coming with us back to the house? Your room and bed are there, y'know?" they humor you, waiting for you at the door.

"I'm good. Just gonna make sure our guest is totally settled in." you reply nonchalantly, almost surprising yourself. Fu-chan turns towards you, a confused look on his face, but you don't notice...again.

You finally settle in front of the TV, Fu-chan joining you on the couch. Silence surrounds the two of you, and a good chunk of time passes before it cuts to a commercial. You stretch from your spot, neglecting your nightly "turn on the porch light" duties, as your parents handled that when they left. Your mind drifts to Fu-chan again. And everything you'd want this archivist to do to you. Your thighs cross and you zone out, shaking your leg. You only come to when Fulgur taps your shoulder, asking you a question.

"You good there? You look like you're distracted. And your leg's shaking...and they're crossed. And you've got your hand between your thighs," he crosses his arms, a smirk settling on his face. He sighs before continuing. "are you thinkin' of me? Because between how you look now and the stretching and you wanting to stay with me to "make sure I get settled in". I can't help but let my mind wander to what you want to get up to."

"And what if I am? Am I not allowed to think about your hands? Or what you look like tied up? How your stubble feels on my neck?" you look directly in his eyes and something in them flickers.

"Oh? So you have been thinking about me." he moves to get on top of you, slotting a leg between your thighs. You shiver at the contact.

"Just kiss me." you internally cheer and scream that it actually worked, and that you're about to have a lot of explaining to do as to why you stayed for the night, as well as the morning at the guest house.

With that, he surges forward and catches your lips with his own. One of his hands moves to the back of your neck, and you melt into the contact. He moans into the kiss and deepens it, letting you onto his lap. The hand that isn't on your neck is holding you still, fingers spread across your ribs. You break away from him and bite the spot where his neck and shoulder meet.

Fu-chan groans at that and does the same with your neck, hair tickling your skin. You grind against his thigh, the sensation of his cynets pressing against you seep into your brain. He sucks a bruise onto your neck and rubs his thumb over it, putting pressure on the spot. You suck in a breath of air, pushing him off you.

"Let's take this upstairs. I don't want my parents complaining about stains on the couch." and with that, you both get up, stumbling a little. The two of you practically run to his room, shedding clothes as soon as he closes the door.

You push him onto the bed and straddle him, dragging your hands along his toned chest and abs. God, his tits. You grope them, gasping at how soft they actually are, despite their appearance. You also pinch one of his nipples, delighting in the way he gasps at the feeling. You continue until he's red in the face, almost embarrassed at how close he was just from one half of his (enormous) chest being fondled.

"Mmm. Let me touch you. Don't wanna finish like this." he whines, gently flipping the two of you.

He takes a wide berth at your body from his position, hands squeezing and caressing along the way. What his fingers skip, his lips follow with kisses, trailing from between your breasts to right where you've been wanting him since he moaned over that damn pineapple pizza. With each descending kiss, your breath quickened, almost to a gasp. It didn't help that he was keeping direct eye contact with you, staring half lidded and full of lust. He gently flips the two of you,

He lightly nips at your thighs, rubbing his stubbly cheeks against the sensitive skin. His arms make their way around your thighs, fingers gently digging into the plush flesh.

"You're so beautiful like this. Gasping. Waiting for me to touch you. Makes me want to take my time just to see you fully come apart." he hums at the end, and settles in between your thighs. He takes a deep breath and groans afterwards, hips canting into the sheets.

Fulgur places a wet, open mouthed kiss to your clothed mound, followed by a much more pointed one, dead on your clit. Your hips involuntarily thrusted up, and his face remained in the same spot, letting you grind against him. He untangled his right arm from your thigh, and began making an outline of your lips with his fingers, teasing around where you wanted them. He gently pushed a knuckle in through your panties and you groaned, desperate for him to take them off. He continued for a few more moments before acquiescing, taking tender care not to yank them off your feet.

"Hmmm, what do we have here?" he whispers, breath tickling your mound. Fulgur gently spread you open with his fingers, smiling in an almost pervish manner when you clenched at nothing. He stuck his tongue out, giving your cunt a wide lick, ending at your clit. He repeated the action before sucking on it, tongue caressing the underside. Your head flops to the side, overcome with the feeling of finally, finally, someone getting it right.

Fulgur seemed to get more enthusiastic about your pleasure, his hips and damn that ass thrusting against the sheets. He was drunk off the feeling of you surrounding him. His eyes were closed and his glasses were foggy and askew. He moaned into you when you thrusted upwards, and when his mouth wasn't busy pleasuring you, it was spitting out praises that left you speechless. "You taste so fucking good." " I bet it feels good, huh." "Let me know how I'm making you feel." "I can't wait til I'm buried in you." Each one more encouraging than the last.

You were almost delirious by the time you noticed he added a second finger, tongue paying special attention to your clit. His fingers were slow at first, scissoring you open, but crooked and sped up to match your hips. You could barely think straight, barely registering the sounds coming from your own mouth. There was a moment where he hit a spot behind your pelvis, while simultaneously sucking on your clit and you yanked his hair, back arched.

"Right there, Fu-chan! Please!" you begged, eyes half open. He doubled down on his efforts, finding the right rhythm between your hips grinding against him and his fingers. You began letting out tiny "ah, ah, ah" noises, and you felt almost ill at the onset of this feeling.

"Don't worry baby, I got you. Just let go." he whispered, before closing his lips around your clit completely, his silver hair spread across your belly. Your body seizes up and you feel an overwhelming burst of pleasure curl in your stomach before it crests, leaving you limp. Fu-chan continues, albeit a bit slower, both his hands and his hips coming to a complete stop once you'd caught your breath.

"You alright there?" you ask, gently carding your fingers through his hair.

"Peachy." he says, moving his head so you can see his flushed face. His glasses remained off balance and his hair stuck to his forehead. The parts of his neck you can see are pink and dotted with the bite you gave him earlier.

After a few minutes of relaxing, he slowly gets up, legs shaky, and grabs the washcloth from the guest bathroom. He cleans your thighs, then your stomach, and you nod off for a moment when he walks back. You both get under the covers, the slight chill from the open window making goosebumps on your skin.

"One more question." he whispers, hands wrapped around your middle, thumb rubbing shapes into your skin.

"Yeah?"

"How do you like your eggs?"

Oh, he better stay here for the next 6 months.

Masterlist

[salamanderst]

Think I’m fuckin’ around? (C.S)

Dealer!chris x black!reader

Warings: SMUTTTTT, smoking weed, high sex, p in v, degrading, dom!chris, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), use of y/n (i tried to use it as little as possible), use of pet names (ma & baby) let me know if there is anything else!!

A/N: guys just because it says black!reader you can still read it regardless of your ethnicity, just remember the CHARTER is a black women, you are just reading her perspective. Also I’m so sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language 😔

5 minutes later after Chris texted me, i hear my door open. i forgot this man has a key.. "hey ma, where ya' at?" he said walking into my apartment. "couch." i shout back. he sits down beside me pulling out 2 joints from his backpack, "okay, you gotta listen this shit strong. like this ain't no pussy shit, k?" he said giving me a stern look.

"Chris i literally don't give a fuck, just give me my weed." i whine, reaching for the baggy. "you'll get your weed when you listen to what i say." he said, swiftly lifting his hand up that had the joints, up in the air. "okay. i heard you." i said sighing. "good." he said giving me a kiss on the cheek.

he passed me the joints as i leaned over and grabbed my money. "m'k Chris, how much i owe you?"

"you get em'for free if you let me smoke with you.." he said throwing his head back on the couch. "that's a pretty good deal, i might have to take that up.." i said with a smirk. he tilted his head at me his hands behind his head. "mmh, okay you can smoke with me." i smiled.

Chris wasn't lying when he said this shit strong, because holy shit i am high. and only off one joint, when it normally takes 2. "you feeling good ma?" Chris laughed watching me zone out at the show i put on. i threw my face in my hands muffling, "Chris when you said this is strong, i didn't think you meant this strong." i groaned. " you think i fuck around? ion sell pussy shit." he said taking another hit of the joint.

i giggled seeing him taking another hit. "whats so funny?" he said, smoke escaping his mouth. "just funny you always wanna stay over when i ask for weed..." what am i saying? "mmh really?" he said raising his eyebrows with sleepy eyes, coming closing to me. my breath hitched as he came closer to me. Chris always flirted with me, i never flirted back because i didn't want to start anything, i mean his weed is really good i cant risk that. but right now things felt different...?

"i- mean im not complaining..." i said felling his breath on me as he got closer. "didn't think you were ma..." Chris said whispering in my ear, making me feel hot in my chest. he started kissing down my neck, putting his left hand on my shoulder his joint in the other.

"this okay..?" he said, lifting his head to look at me. "yes." i said my eyes fluttering. Chris reached for the ash trey taking one last hit before he put out his joint. he moved both his hand to my neck as he kissed my jaw line, making his way to my lips. he made it to my lips giving me a small peck then ripping away, leaving me wanting more.

"c'mere.." he said softly leaning back on the couch, indicting me to crawl onto his lap. i sat up moving onto his lap, straddling him and placing my hands on his shoulders. he moved his hand to my waist, running his hands up and down slowly on my sides. he placed his lips on mine, i gasps into the kiss, he took that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. i slowly started to rock my hips back and fourth, feeling him grow harder under me.

he slide his right hand down onto my thigh, slowly making his way up to my core. he grazed my heat with his knuckle through my sweats, making me gasp and pull away from the kiss. "this okay..?" he whispered leaning his head to the crook of my neck. "mhm.." i groaned nodding my head. he slide his hand down into my sweats, then going into my underwear. feeling his cold hand against me cupping my pussy making me lift up my body. he started rubbing circles around my core well pulling me back into a kiss.

i held onto his shoulder as i grinded on his hand, moaning into the kiss. he slipped his tongue in and out of my mouth, with each moan that left my lips. i could feel the smirk on his face. he pulled his hands out of my pants, and removed his lips from mine. "wha-" i started to speak, cut off by him lifting me off his lap. he stood up to remove his sweat. then pulling off mine, making me laugh, leaving us both in our underwear.

"m'k come back.." he said sitting down on the couch his arms open. i sat back down on his laps, his hands reconnecting with my waist. he pushed his lips on mine again, this time with more hunger. he lifted his hips up, telling me to rocking back and fourth, so i did. i whimpered into the kiss as i felt him getting harder and harder under me. he pulled away from the kiss again, then moving down to my neck to leave marks. "Chri-hugh i have places to be tomorrow.." i said my breath hitching as he held my hips, making them rock back and fourth faster.

Chris once again removed me from his lap making me sit beside him. "turn around.." he said, still sitting beside me, i turned around my knees on the cushion of then couch and my elbows right over the couch. he moved behind me removing his boxers, holy shit he was big. "you're okay with this ma..?" he said looking me in the eyes with a soft look. "y-es Chris." i said not wanting to wait any longer.

he slid my panties to the side. he pushed his tip on my folds, mixing our juices and using it as a substitute of lubricate. without warning he rammed his cock into me, making he moan loudly. he held onto my hips, going at a slow pace that was gradually becoming faster. "o-oh f-uck.. you ta-king my cock so-oo well ma.." he moaned, as his cocked slid in and out of me.

my jaw hung open moans consonantly leaving my mouth with every thrust. "oo-oh fuck Ch-ris you feel so good.." i moaned my eyes squeezed shut. "mmh.. yea? you like this dick.." he groaned leaning down to whisper in my ear. "you like when i fuck you like this.. huh?" he said his movements becoming faster.

"mmgh f-fuck y-yes." i groaned. skin slapping filled my apartment. "mmh so so good f'me baby.." he groaned lifting his body back up. he grabbed my hair making it into a pony tail. "mmhgh.. C-hris faster- pl-lease." i moaned feel myself becoming closer. no word just movement, Chris slammed into me making scream of pleasure. his thrust become faster and harder, my vision become fussy, as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Chris was tugging on my hair making my head lift up as his moments become even faster. "g-gonna cu-m." i couldn't even say a proper sentence just simple words. "fucked yo-u s-so good can't even talk.." he groaned with each thrust. i cursed out with my moans, whimpering Chris's name every second.

i felt the not in mt stomach grow, my climax was so close. "ne-ed too c-cum.." i moaned. "cum baby." he whispered. his words made me reach the edge. my mouth hung open as i made a mess on his cock. soon after he quickly pulled out painting my shirt with his cum. "mhg f-fuck." he whimpered under his breath.

"sorry ma, i didn't mean to ruin your shirt.." he huffed out a laugh still out of breath. i giggled back my arms hung over the couch, trying to catch my breath. "c'mere lets go get cleaned up ma.."

heh... whyd i kinda eat... (proud)

[weather-story]

!!!underage drinking-accidental!!!

Milan is drinking something random, she can’t taste anything and can’t really smell food, she sits on the couch they put in the shed, really she’s only drinking out of the can because she’s bored, and Milan and Adrian told her she needs to eat and drink more.

She sits staring out the window at the little bit of the sky she can see, waiting for them to come back home, she decided she didn’t want to go to school but she didn’t realize with all this time she’d just drink something, she didn’t bother to read. Not like she can get sick so it doesn’t really matter whats in the cans

She heres the car in the driveway, she unlocks the shed door and sits back down, picking the almost empty can up again,

Mi - “well quin was weird, how was your day”

Milan said as she fell back on the other side of the couch, she closed her eyes with her head facing the ceiling

Mi? - “boring, I’ve just been drinking stuff all day”

Mi - “hm? That can looks famil-“

Ad - “so what happened while everyone was gone?”

Milan got cut off by her brother walking in, he took one look at the can len was drinking out of and took it, she let it go easy because she had no reason to keep it, and he began to question her,

Ad - “why are you drinking this? Shit how long have you been? How many?”

Mi? “About 8, was going to be 9, why?”

He stared at her in slight disbelief and confusion,

Ad - “did you not read what is was first???”

Mi? - “no, can’t taste anything, why would i?

Ad - “still, Jesus, I guess you aren’t a lightweight, or you’d probably be out by now”

Mi? - “why do you keep alcohol in easy reach of teens?”

Mi - “huh, milan being a lightweight would be funny because most of the time vill-“

Completely forgetting to watch her watch her words she accidentally made len a light weight, immediately len looks at her and starts to tell her ‘no, it wouldn’t be’ but the words don’t come out quick enough and she passes out,

instinctively milan moved closer and catches her, her and Adrian both share a look of panic

Mi - “shit, she’d kill me when she wakes up”

Ad - “uh I mean can’t you redo it? Like change it back”

Mi - “I- Uhm it was a joke, she isn’t a lightweight, she can’t get drunk either”

Len moves a little in her arms, suddenly she grabs milan’s arm, violently pulling her off the couch and onto the ground, she gets up and looms over her

Mi? - “killing you would solve all my fucking problems, wouldn’t it?”

Mi - “what?..”

Milan attempts to get up, first using her fore arms to hold her up, but len kicks and steps down on her chest, Adrian tries pulling back on her arms to get her off his sister, but her arms don’t move at all, she stared at him with static in her eyes, giving him a slight headache.

She steps down harder, making it hard to breathe, making it known she thinks fighting Adrian off isn’t worth the time, she gets on her other knee, foot still on her chest as milan grabs at the bottom of her pants and leg.

Mi? - “its a waste of time to kill you, but I’d feel so much better,”

Ad - “len! Get up!”

Milan tried gasping for air and lifting her head up but len only grabbed her throat and held it down, tightening her grip.

Mi? - “how good it would feel to kill you with my bare hands, how good it would feel to kill again.”

Adrian at this point put the pieces together,

Ad - “Milan! Say shes a lightweight again”

Mi - “nhf.. she’s probably a light.. weight..”

Suddenly len takes her foot off her chest, she tries standing but passes out 2/3rds of the way there, falling backward Adrian catches her and lays her on the couch.

Mi - “ak!” *cough* ” holy shit I didn’t even know you can choke someone like that”

Ad - “shit you put enough pressure, anything can go wrong- you ok?”

Mi - “yeah.. my chest hurts obviously, so does my neck and head..”

Ad - “I’ll get you pain meds,” *sigh* “fuck, you gotta talk more carefully..”

Mi - “I didn’t mean to make her pass out the first time,”

Ad - “not that! You said she would kill you, which is what she tried to do, probably would have taken me out for being a witness too-“

Mi - “… oh shit.. fuck I’m stupid”

Ad - “no shit!”

Mi - “she wouldn’t kill me,”

Ad - “and put a cap on her strength, damn i’m not saying i’m the strongest man ever but I’m still a full grown man and I couldn’t even move her”

[the-iceni-bitch]

Always Meant to Be

Kinktober Day 19: Smoking

Relationship: Ari Levinson x Jake Jensen (Bear and cubby, NLLYL AU)

Words: ~2.4K

Summary: Ari finally has some time off and our soft boys are determined to enjoy it.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected anal sex, rim job, anal fingering, dirty dancing, anal cream pie, hints of cum play) established relationship, babies in love, giggly/playful/high Ari, fluff, weed, they’re so goddamn adorable, soft boys, m/m fic, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: I LOOOOOOOVE THEM!!!!! They are so perfect and sweet and filthy and in love. I sort of see this happening the same weekend Ari asks Jake to move in with him, because c’mon, how could he not?

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Jake struggled to balance the possibly excessive takeout containers in his arms while he rode the elevator up to Ari’s penthouse, so thrilled that his man was taking a long weekend so they could just spend some quality time together. He’d been missing his giant bear of a boyfriend like crazy, so having three days to just snuggle him and love on him and show him how much he loved him was going to be so amazing.

The elevator started thrumming with loud bass notes before the doors even opened, making Jake cock his head until they did and the sounds of Wu Tang’s Chamber Music and the overpowering smell of weed almost knocked him on his ass.

“Ari? Holy fucking shit.” Jake laughed through his coughing fit while he walked into the apartment, almost getting a contact high from the fragrant air that was permeating Ari’s place. “Have you been hotboxing this place since last night?”

It was clear that Ari hadn’t even heard Jake since he didn’t answer him, leaving Jake to wander into the living room on his own and just grin at the sight that greeted him.

Every damn time he saw this man he fell more in love with him. And why should right now be any different? With the way he was rolling his whole body to the music and shaking his ass while he wore nothing except the tiniest shorts Jake had ever seen on him and had the biggest joint in existence tucked between his teeth. It was the most carefree Ari had ever appeared since Jake met him, and he didn’t think there was a more beautiful sight in the world.

“Jake? Cubby!!” And that beautiful grin when Ari finally turned around and saw him standing there, making him laugh and squeal when his giant boyfriend walked over the couch like it was nothing without taking the joint out of his mouth and wrapped his arms around Jake so tight he almost squished all the food. “Baby baby baby baby baby, get naked and dance with me.”

“Ari, wait… Ari!!!!!” Jake shrieked when Ari unceremoniously tossed the food on the dining room table and threw Jake over his shoulder, the larger man ignoring his screaming and flailing limbs while he just slapped his ass along with the music before yanking his jeans off. “I just got here! The food…”

“Don’t need it, got a full fucking meal right here.” Ari growled and barked playfully when he pulled Jake’s boxer briefs down just past the curve of his ass, taking the joint out of his mouth just long enough to sink his teeth into the firm muscle of Jake’s right cheek while he kept laughing in between scandalized squeaks. “Tastiest fucking meal I’ve ever had.”

“You… hey!” Jake huffed when Ari dropped him to the floor, not even getting a chance to scold the man before he was dragging his shirt over his head then kissing him silly once he was finally naked. “You’re so fucking high, oh my god.”

“Yeah, let’s catch you up, c’mere.” Ari just wound a massive arm around Jake’s waist and yanked his body close, swaying both of them along with the music as he took a deep pull from the joint before slotting his lips over Jake’s and exhaling the smoke into his mouth, grinning when the blonde just sighed and slid his hands over his chest. “Good, yeah?”

“Mmhm, yeah, ‘s good.” It was really good, Jake was already starting to feel warm and flushed after just one pull, his body practically melting into Ari’s when he shotgunned him again even while he kept lewdly grinding their hips together. He must’ve picked this up from the bombshell, she always had the best shit. “So good, god, you’re warm.”

“I know, baby, you always get me all heated up.” Ari slid his hand down to squeeze Jake’s ass when he breathed into his mouth one more time, giving it a teasing jiggle and barely brushing his fingers over his hole before he pulled back with a mischievous grin on his face. “Now, dance for me, c’mon!” Ari laughed at the annoyed huff and pout Jake gave him. “Know your stripper boyfriend had to have taught you somethin’, I wanna see.”

“My entire dick is out… hey!” Jake swatted at Ari when the man started circling him like a fucking cat and smacked and pinched his ass, unable to stop spluttering with laughter when his bear just barked and took a few more long pulls from the joint as his body rolled sensuously to the music. “I really don’t know how sexy me helicoptering my penis around is gonna be.”

“Nah, baby. You’re always sexy.” Ari wrapped his hand around Jake’s throat from behind and purred at the whine he got in response, grinding the massive bulge of his hard cock into the small of Jake’s back until the poor thing was almost melting. “But I wanna watch that pretty dick of yours chub up while you shake that sweet ass in my face then fuck the shit out of you.”

“Menace, fine!” Jake grumbled halfheartedly and gave Ari a playful frown before starting to sway his body to the music, letting himself loosen up a little while he threw his ass into it. “Kinda feel like you should be naked too, though.”

“You’re absolutely right.” Ari beamed at Jake, tucking the joint between his teeth and giving another lovely roll of his body before shoving his shorts down his thick thighs and kicking them away, turning around and giving Jake a teasing wiggle of his ass before dropping onto the sofa and spreading his legs wide. “Now, show me your moves, cubby.”

“Alright.” Jake was determined to not get distracted by the way Ari’s giant, beautiful, heavy cock was just laying on his thigh and leaking like a faucet, biting his lip as he prowled towards his bear to stand between his legs and softly trace his chest while he rocked his hips. “You want a lap dance, baby?”

“Hell yeah, I want a fuckin’ lap dance.” Ari groaned appreciatively when Jake straddled him and shimmied those goddamn perfect tits right in his face, his eyes raking over his baby’s body while the younger man dipped and rolled his hips in time with the music. “Not keeping’ my hands to myself, though, just look at this shit.”

“Ar… fine.” Jake rolled his eyes when Ari grabbed his pec and squeezed, letting him slide his nose up Jake’s throat in that way that made him shiver while his big, warm hand slid down his waist until he was holding his hip. “You’re so spoiled.”

“Your own fuckin’ fault, this tight little body of yours just always knows exactly what I want. See?” Ari purred when he reached between them to just barely tease the head of Jake’s cock, breathing more smoke into the blonde’s mouth when it dropped open with a soft gasp before leaning back with that sly grin. “Now, lemme see that sweet little peach.”

“You fucking mean tease.” Jake huffed at the loss of contact, all the weed and the incredibly warm air in Ari’s apartment was making his dick ache and his hole throb, he needed to get fucked soon. “You wanna see my ass, baby?”

Jake didn’t even give Ari the chance to answer him before pecking him on the lips and immediately turning around, his knees on either side of his man’s thighs while he stretched down languidly until his palms were on the floor. But Ari only had a second to admire the way his sweet boy was all stretched out like a cat before the blonde straightened his legs with a snap and shoved his ass right into Ari’s face, making the man growl when Jake jiggled it in some way that had his cheeks slapping against Ari’s while he rubbed his bitty hole all over his lips. It was a good thing he moved the joint to his hand or he would have lost it.

“Yeah, baby, look at you, holy fuck.” Ari groaned while he dragged his nose over Jake’s taint, nipping at his balls when his baby boy whimpered before licking his way back up to his hole while Jake was just barely able to keep rolling his hips to the music. “Did Ran teach you this? Gonna buy that man some flowers, fuck. Don’t you fucking move.”

“But… oh!” Jake yelped when Ari slapped his ass with a growl, keeping his palms planted on the floor while Ari littered the curve of his ass with appreciative bite marks before he was licking and sucking at his pretty pink hole again. “Okay…”

“Good boy.” Ari kissed the twitching skin almost reverently before he teased the tip of his tongue around the tight ring of muscle, taking another drag from the joint and blowing the smoke back over the curve of Jake’s ass with a purr before slowly pushing a finger inside his cubby’s teeny tiny hole. “So tight, how have I not ruined you yet, baby?”

“You, ah shit…” Jake yipped when Ari somehow managed to grab his thighs and the small of his back at the same time so he was literally folded in half, panting while Ari gnawed on and pulled at his needy hole until he could slide in a second finger. “You did ruin me.”

“Mm-mm. Boy pussy still so fuckin’ perfect.” Ari barely even registered the wretched sob Jake let out at that, shoving his tongue into Jake’s ass and curling it while he dug his fingers into the plush curves of his hips even as the joint kept burning down. “So goddamn sweet for me, openin’ up like a dream all for Daddy, huh? Own this pretty lil hole.”

“Yeah, ‘s yours… Daddy!” Jake squealed when suddenly fingers from both of Ari’s hands were inside him and pulling him apart, an unexpected rush of warm air pushing inside him and making him feel faint while he somehow managed to stay upright. “Did you just blow smoke up my ass?”

“Maybe.” Ari held the two fingers that were clutching the joint as far away from Jake’s skin while he kept holding him open, taking another pull and breathing it into the warm, pink cavern of his baby’s ass and wishing he had just one more hand so he could take a picture. “Look at this pretty fucking boy pussy, want me to make you wet, baby?”

“Oh fuck, Daddy…” Jake whined when Ari spat into his stretched open asshole, the ring trying to snap shut as he practically vibrated in anticipation. “Daddy, fuck my tight little baby pussy or I’m gonna throw a fucking fit.”

“Mmm, yeah, c’mere cub.” Ari finally let Jake out of his pretzel position and turned him around, tucking the joint between his teeth as he splayed him over his lap before reaching down to grasp his achingly hard cock and teasing it against Jake’s clenching hole. “Needy baby, you fuck your little pussy on my fat dick until you make a mess, yeah?”

“Yes Daddy.” Jake sank down and immediately started riding Ari wildly, his hole squelching lewdly as he squeezed Ari’s giant dick while he bounced up and down, opening his mouth when Ari cupped his cheek and letting him shotgun him again. “Fill my tight little ass with that giant cock, want you to come inside me, Daddy.”

“Never gonna come anywhere else, pretty boy.” Ari’s eyes flicked down to where Jake’s cock was bouncing with his thrusts, groaning at the sight and giving his baby’s balls a squeeze to hurry him along while he took another pull from the joint. “You’re never not gonna be full of my cum, good thing you’re not a chick or I’d knock you the fuck up, baby.”

Whyyyyyy was that so hot? Jake couldn��t stop whining at the thought of being constantly full of Ari, of never waking up apart from him and knowing he’d be satisfied for the rest of his life.

“Need that fuckin’ cum, shit.” Jake whined when he leaned forward to smash his lips to Ari’s and breathe in more of the sweet smoke that filled his lungs, his hips still writhing wildly in the older man’s lap as he felt himself drawing close. “Fuck it into me bear, make me fuckin’ feel it.”

“You’re never gonna not feel it, my fuckin’ boy.” Ari slammed his hips up to meet Jake’s and growled at the yelp he was met with, continuing to take puffs from the joint while his hands framed Jake’s tiny waist to help his boy ride him. “Take what you need, cubby, fuck that perfect little body on Daddy’s dick until you feel good.”

The only answer Jake could give was a shuddering wail when Ari’s cock drove against that perfect spot inside him again and he lost control, his whole body shuddering while his cum spurted all over Ari’s hair covered chest and abs while he just whimpered and wriggled and struggled to stay upright. Of course, Ari couldn’t last long once he’d watched his boy completely lose it, his grip on Jake’s waist keeping the blonde still while he pumped him full of his warm cum with slow, sensual rolls of his hips.

“Should… Jesus Christ.” As soon as Jake was done he collapsed against Ari’s chest with a moan, his body limp and warm and his head all fuzzy while he grinned at the kisses his bear was pressing all over his face. “I feel like maybe we should eat.”

“You are just full of all the best ideas.” Ari scooped Jake up after tossing the roach aside like it was nothing and carrying him to the dining room, kissing his giggly face all over while he felt that warm and gooey feeling that wasn’t even from the weed. “I’m gonna keep you stuffed from both ends this weekend, cubby, I hope you’re prepared.”

[mx-pastelwriting]

Million Dollar Gaze (Chapter 6)

Tony Stark x FM! Reader

Summary: Walking up with the great chef in your kitchen, having the biggest late breakfast, and having to wait on Tony for your date, you’d have to say your future will be perfect.

Warning: Cute Tony, Chef Tony, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Car sex, Blow-job

Words: 1,578

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The sound of cursing and crackling bacon woke you from the blissful sleep you haven’t been able to have since you were on your own. After what happened the night before, your body wants to remain still as you sit up slowly on the couch. "Tony?" Your throat was shot and dry. He turned quickly; looking a mess. "Sorry, I made a mess." He admitted, "This is something I never do." He looked defeated as he turned off the stove. You held out your arms and said, "It's fine, come here. I’ll make us something later."

He put down the spatula and walked over to you. He had on the same gray shirt and pants he had on yesterday. He sat beside you, lying on top of you, as you welcomed him with open arms. "I’m not going to the office like this." You broke the ice first. "I don’t expect you to." It was reassuring to hear that he wasn’t going to make you waddle into work. "But I want to know where we go from here." He was right; this couldn’t just sit in the air with nothing to say about it.

"First, if this is something you see yourself wanting to do again, then there has to be a date first," he laughed at your statement. "Of course, how does the fanciest restaurant in New York sound for tonight?" Your mouth opened wide at what he said, and you hugged him even tighter; Tony Stark wanting to go on a date was actually pursuing a relationship.

"I-I’d love that." Your face reddening. "7 p.m. it is then," he said. He moved up close, letting his lips come close. You bit your lip as a smile grew on your face. “That would be perfect, Mr. Stark." You kissed his soft lips, cupping his cheeks.

He did the same, breaking from the kiss and saying, "Unfortunately, I do have to run to the lab just for a bit. I’ll bring us something on the way back." He says. You nod before laying back and watching him get dressed with his coat. Giving you a long kiss before leaving your apartment, You took a breath before laying back and saying, "Holy shit.".

Slowly getting up, you take your time getting to the shower, and the feeling of dried cum was more disgusting than anything. Turning on the shower to a hot temperature fogged up the mirror faster than you could look at yourself; marks lettered your neck along with bruises on your waist and hips, and it left you in shock. "It was long waited for" You tried not to blame him but getting in made you hate him as every turn and move hurt.

Getting out was not as bad with your body being more relaxed, but nonetheless, it still hurt. A quick glance at the clock made you freeze as water dripped onto the floor. 10 a.m., it read, "That’s not true." You quickly got dressed as you looked back at the clock every so often. "You're fucking kidding me," you whispered under your breath, It was impossible that you slept that long; he literally fucked you over.

You checked your phone while watching TV while waiting for Tony to arrive—nothing new but a message from Tony. "What, how did he get into my phone!?" He must have done it when you were asleep.

Tony: ‘Sorry I'm be late, I’m on my way’ You read it and threw your phone beside you. "That man works in mysterious ways." You sighed. "That he does." Tony's voice startled you, and you turned to see him holding two bags of what you assumed were foods based on the smell. “I figured you would be starving by the time I got back, so I ordered everything." Your mouth fell open. "You’re kidding," you said. "No, I’m not; come eat," he says with a soft kick to the door.

He sure wasn't, though the food was good and you almost finished all of it. Tony was there to remind you of your date later, but his words fell on death’s ears. "You look cute with your face all stuffed," you laughed as his gaze followed you with curiosity. "Wouldn't you like to see that?" you laughed, but he stared at you with hungry eyes. “Maybe I would." He flirted back.

-

You had spent the majority of the day recovering from last night, but Tony was on the run, leaving you alone for the majority of the day; after returning to eat and taking off again, it was beginning to get dark outside, and you began to wonder if you were even going on the date. You took a deep breath, thinking back to what Lily said—that he just wanted to fuck you—but why would he be doing this? "Maybe just to get more." Worry filled you as the passing minutes went by, and he never came through the door.

It was officially an hour after seven, and he still hadn’t come back. Tears started to well up in your eyes, but before you could curse his name, a ding made you jump.

Tony: ‘Get ready and come outside’ Like earlier, you didn’t respond, you didn’t even want to know what he had for you, but you got ready anyway, picking what you could from your closet. "Fucking Stark" was all you said before opening the door to see him and the stupid silver car. You got in with no words; he tried to get a good look at what you were wearing, but you were too quick for him. "Drive" You say bluntly. "No hi?" Still not saying anything, and he didn’t either after that; he only started the car and sped down to wherever he was taking you.

"Look, I know I was late, but—" "But nothing, Tony, I'm beginning to suspect this was just another stand for you." He was quiet, keeping his eyes off of you and on the road. "I’m sorry. I should have let you know things got crazy today. I’m sorry." He put his hand on your thigh and lightly squeezed it. “Thank you, now tell me where we're going." Cracking the ice for information.

"Now that is a surprise, but I can tell you're dressed perfectly for it." He complements. "Yeah?" You question trying to figure out where he's taking you. "Well, thankfully, I did what I could as I didn't have any help." You looked out at the ocean, which was glistening with sunset colors.

"I would have loved to watch you put that on, but Daddy had his hands tied." His hand moved up your leg as he said that. "Hmm, it looks like you still do, so let me help you." His breathing hitched as you undid his belt and pants, pushing his belt aside. You felt his cock getting harder by the second as you took him in your hand, stroking him slowly, kissing the tip, and giving it little licks, making him hiss.

"Fucking tease," he growled as he pushed your head down a bit, You giggled before taking him in your mouth and running your tongue along him as you bobbed your head. "Fuck, just like that!" Taking him deeper into your throat, trying to slobber on his black pants, you let him use you like a fuck toy. Hitting the back of your throat, dropping your head, and swallowing him whole.

You could feel the car swerve as he let out a choked "fuck," holding your head down as he came into your throat. "Fuck Y/n!" Your tongue brushed up against his pulsing cock despite his cock down your throat. He hummed a growl as he bit his lip. "You’re fucking amazing." He said letting you go, and you did so with a pop. His body shook a little in response. You swallowed every drop.

-

He drove up a long driveway to a big house with many windows that reflected the stars in the sky with the little light you had left. You turned to face him after a little squeeze on your thigh; he looked nervous. "I brought you to my house because I wanted to do something special by myself, so please—" He goes on but you stop him. "I’m not going to laugh at you, Tony; show me." He nods before hurrying out of the car to open your door. He held out a hand for you to take. You happily did so and walked with him to the back gate and around the house.

A small string of lights and a small table beneath it, set up with small candles and a rose. The dinner plates were just as perfect. His hand squeezed yours, hoping for you to say something. "It's perfect, Tony." You say takin gin everything. "I’m glad, but that's not all. Now, this part wasn’t on my part, but I did call in so." Fireworks sounded off where the water was lighting up the sky. "I wanted you to know how much I’ve enjoyed getting to know you, and I’ve never felt like this before, but—" you stopped his rambling with a quick kiss.

"Thank you, Tony; it's lovely; I wouldn't want to share it with anyone else." He gave you the biggest smile. "So, how do I look?" You ask while gazing onto you, even with the many fireworks going off behind you. "I can't choose between unbelievable, priceless, and godlike; you're perfect." You laughed, blushing at his word. "Says you, you look like you're worth a million." You compliment him. "Actually, it's a billion, but it's fine." He waved away with his other hand snaking around your waist. "Oh, shut up and kiss me." He did as you said.

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[ickymichi]

“PREMIUM AIR?!”

aka: the tiktok prank on issei

including: matsukawa issei & you <3

things to know: timeskip, gn! reader

warnings: swearing cause it’s issei, will probably be woerded the way i’d talk cause we all know i hc issei as half irish so sorry bout that

note: seen one of these on someone’s irish dad and i was on the floorrr so i had to do it with luver boy. enjoy!

twindrakenz 2021. reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated xx

“‘sei? you home?” hearing the faint grunt coming from the living room you approached to see him- your phone in had recording already- in the same spot you left him in an hour ago, his eyes glued to his phone and the free had rubbing patterns under his shirt on the skin of his stomach.

“that was such an expensive trip, god.” acknowledging you for the first time since you sat down he locks his phone and lets it plop on his belly. “yeah? why’s that? decided to spoil me while you were out?” giving him a glare his infamous smirk graces his features until you both laugh softly.

“no but seriously, i went to the garage to put air in my tyers,” issei stares at you with a puzzled look, he swore he only did that for you recently, “and when i got there i put it in all off them and they charged me 500”

it took every fibre of your being to not bust out laughing at the way issei’s jaw dropped and his head slowly turned to face you. “500, to put air in your fucking tyres, that can’t be right show me the receipt” now fully engaged in the conversation he sits up and places his open palm in front you. “but they didn’t give me one,” you said in your best fake confused tone.

issei slapped his hands to his knees while his eyebrows rose to above. “they didn’t give you a rece-, oh christ give me strength. did they charge you anything else?” hiding your smile by pretending to rub your nose you got ready for the big finish.

“yeah they charged me another 500 for like, premium air or something?”

the way issei fell back into the couch, stood up and then knelt in-front of you nearly broke you. you could see he was genuinely concerned on how you believed what they apparently told you. “y/n, premium air, they charged you 500 for, premium air!”

seeing the look on his face and how he was clutching your free hand was all it took before you fell into his chest in a fit of laughter, tears already soaking his tank top. “i’m sorry issei, it was a joke, and your face!” the sentence didn’t even get finished as you looked back up to see him with the most unamused look you’ve ever seen on your lovers face.

“i swear to everything holy and makki’s rabbit, i’ll get you back just as hard.”

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Thursday (Part 2)

Monday     Tuesday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: panic attacks, swearing, puking, concussions, mentions of injuries/bullying, homophobia

Word count: 5,138

After school, you were sitting on the couch as you furiously typed on your keyboard at an extremely fast pace. You were on a roll with these essays, they were probably going to be finished by the time you had to go back to the school to get on the bus with the team. You figured that you could even finish Annie’s essay and get started on Sammy’s US history presentation on the sociopolitical climate of the United States in the mid twentieth century to today. However, instead of covering a variety of topics like the rubric requested you to do, you were only going to talk about the significant events that happened to the LGBT+ community starting with Stonewall and going to Obergefell v. Hodges. You were also going to go in depth about how even if there are more opportunities available and more laws set in place to protect for LGBT+ people in the present then there were in past, members of the LGBT+ community still suffer heavy discrimination in the workplace and in the public. With receipts of course, the assignment required a minimum of three pictures per slide, and the group chat was a perfect source.

After that was done, you would email Sammy’s teacher (you had her last year for US history and you knew that she had a son in the grade below you currently transitioning from female to male) that you were the one that did her project and send screenshots of Sammy calling you slurs. Luckily for you, you had receipts of her being transphobic in the past that you could also send. Everything was effortlessly falling into place for you today. 

As you were typing, the front door swung open and two overly excited fifth graders ran into the house and up the stairs. A tired Schlatt followed them. “I will never know how the hell Phil keeps up with them.” 

“I dunno, maybe because he’s already raised three kids before.”

You watched as your uncle jumped and whipped his head over towards you, his hand clutching his chest. He lightly glared at you, “christ kid don’t do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

You smirked at him before turning back to your laptop to continue typing the essay. You were almost done with the conclusion paragraph on Annie’s essay and you wanted to get to Sammy’s presentation as fast as possible. As you were typing, you felt a warm air fan across your neck and your uncle’s voice right next to your ear, “whatcha typin?”

You lept off the couch and almost fell into the coffee table before steadying yourself and deadpanning at Schlatt. “I was typing an essay before you interrupted me.”

He snorted, “it looked like you were on a roll, just thought I’d see what my beloved niece was writing. Can I read it?” 

Your eyes lit up as an excited grin split your cheeks, “yeah, but lemme catch you up real quick. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie got mad at me a few days ago and wanted me to do some homework for them as a sort of payment. But after they pulled that little stunt in the lunchroom yesterday, they decided to be little bitches to me and call me slurs. So naturally, I decided to change the essay prompt into an in depth analysis about discrimination LGBT people face from their peers on the daily. My english teacher’s really against homophobia and the project’s worth twenty five percent of our overall grade, so it’s perfect.”

While you were rambling on and on about your detailed plot for revenge, Schlatt couldn’t help but be proud of the person you’d become. A major part of him was impressed that you came up with a detailed plan so quickly, that meant that his cunning nature was rubbing off on you and that made him ecstatic. Sure you mentioning not being straight was new to him, but he was prepared to accept you for whatever you identified as. He didn’t care how people identified, he just cared if they were good people. And his niece was one of the best kids he knew. He’d let your slip up slide for now until you felt comfortable enough to properly come out to him. 

“That an amazing plan, fuckin brilliant. Though, you could do more.”

That piqued your interest, “I’m listening.”

“Do you have any blackmail?”

Your eyes glinted with sudden understanding, “why yes I do, uncle dearest. I just so happen to have thousands of texts from them talking shit about each other and basically the entire school. And them being incredibly racist. They would be destroyed if that came out.” 

“Two things. One, never call me that again. Two, perfect. Keep it as leverage if they try to do something. You don’t pull out all the good cards in the first round, you wait for the right moment to strike so you can win. You need to constantly defend yourself against other players and anticipate their every move. If you leak everything right now, you won’t have anything to use against them if they have something up their sleeve you didn’t know about. Patience is key in things like this.”

You absorbed every single word that came out of his mouth like it was the holy gospel. Although he was your uncle and you loved him with all your heart, but he was a sly bastard when he wanted to be. He knew his way around fighting and manipulating people just right, so you were incredibly happy that you were on his good side and he absolutely adored you. Though questionable and morally gray, he was giving you advice because he cared about you and you’d be an idiot to not heed his advice. 

“That’s genius, Uncle Schlatt. What would I do without you?”

“You’d get along just fine without me, you would’ve gotten there eventually. You’re smart. I’m just givin you a little push in the right direction.”

“I honestly would’ve never thought about waiting, I was so dead set on getting revenge that I would’ve just leaked everything all at once. I want them to feel how I felt when they were around me. I-” you paused. Would this make you the same as them? You’d be screwing up all their grades, Adrian’s job, and Sammy’s athletic career. You came to the chilling realization that you’d be the same as them. You’d be as manipulative as they were. “...Uncle Schlatt, would that make me the same as them?”

“Fuck no! You’re always gonna be better than them no matter what. When they’re at their best, you’re always gonna be a whole lot better than them. They deserve what’s happening to them, it sounds like they put you through so much shit the past few years. I actually think you could do a whole lot worse to them if you’re willing to put more work in, but it’s your plan and if you think that what you’re doing is too much,” he darkly chuckled, “you wouldn’t like my idea.”

“You’re right, they deserve everything I have planned for them. God, I don’t know what I was thinking, ‘would that make me the same as them,’” you mocked what you said earlier, “what a load of shit. Anyways, thanks Uncle Schlatt. I’m gonna get back to writing this. They’re due tomorrow and I wanna finish as much as I can before I have to go.”

“Alright, whaddya want for dinner? Phil’s gonna be like thirty minutes late from work so I’m cookin tonight.”

Oh no. No, no, no, no. That man can barley cook boxed mac n cheese, let alone anything else. He’d burn down the house if you left him alone in the kitchen with the stove. “On second thought, why don’t I help you with dinner? We can make some chicken alfredo.”

“Awe, you’d rather hang out with me than finish your homework? Ya really do love me. C’mon let’s start.”

The process of making dinner was… interesting. Multiple times, Schlatt almost spilled boiling water on himself and he even managed to burn the pasta while it was in the water. How he even managed to do that you’d never find out, you had your back turned cutting up vegetables and herbs at the time. That was when you subtly started to take over in the kitchen, giving him smaller tasks while you handled everything else. You felt bad for Tubbo, his father can’t cook for shit. 

By time you finished, about an hour passed and Philza had come home and changed out of his work clothes. The two adults sat at the table discussing something that you didn’t pay attention to while your brothers and cousin were in the living room waiting for you to finish dinner. Finally, you set the table and it was time to eat. 

Because you couldn’t have many fatty foods before any matches or practices, you had made a separate plate for yourself that only had plain pasta, chicken, and broccoli. You were surprised with how well it turned out, you were following an iffy recipe you found on the first link Google brought up. 

After dinner, you went upstairs to put your uniform on and pack a little bag full of things you might need: a small blanket, some snacks, a water bottle, and a portable charger. Oh, and fuzzy socks and a pair of crocs. You could never go wrong with fuzzy socks and crocs. Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you pulled out your phone.

Hales : )

(Y/n), I’m omw to your house

Gonna give you a ride to the school

(Y/n)

Hales you don’t have to give me a ride, I can drive

Hales : )

Don’t care

Omw, be there in like 7 mins

You swiped out of yours and her conversation and opened up the family group chat

(Y/n)

I don’t need a ride to the school, Haley’s giving me one

She’s gonna give me a ride home too

Dadza

Alright, thank her for me

Tell her I said good luck too!

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do

Dadza

(Y/n), do everything he wouldn’t do

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Fuck you I’m a good influence

Dadza

You’re really not

Wilby

^^^^

Technology Sword

^

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Fuck all of you 

You heard Haley’s car pull into the driveway and dashed out of your room with your bag. Just as you put your hand on the doorknob, a hand stopped you.

“Coat.”

You grumbled as you reached past Philza to grab your coat. After you slipped it on, you were pulled into a hug. “You’re gonna do great out there. I know you’re gonna win this, we’ll be watching in the stands.”

“Damn right she’s gonna do good, she’s my niece after all.”

Schlatt pulled you away from your father’s hug and tried to ruffle your hair before you swatted away his hand, “don’t. You have no idea how long it took me to get a perfect ponytail. I have an ungodly amount of hairspray and bobby pins in my hair right now.”

“Fine. You’re gonna kick their asses tonight.”

Tommy and Tubbo pushed past Schlatt and both tackled you into a hug making you stumble slightly back. 

“Kick their asses good (y/n)!” Tommy cheered, making you crack up before one stern glance from Philza completely stopped you. “Tommy, don’t say that. (Y/n), not funny.”

“Alright, Haley’s waiting for me. I gotta go, love you guys!” As you turned to walk through the door, you could hear your family following you and shouting “good luck”. You felt heat creep up on your cheeks as Haley rolled down her window and wove at your family with the biggest grin on her face. 

“Thank you! We’re gonna take home the gold for sure!”

You hopped in her car as she rolled up the window and chuckled. “I love your family, they’re always so full of energy. It’s refreshing to see compared to how boring my family is.”

You glanced at your entire family gathered on the front porch. Tommy and Tubbo were practically vibrating with excitement, Wilbur and Techno calmly smiled and wove at you, Philza was grinning widely at you as you saw his mouth forming words that you couldn’t hear or read, and Schlatt was grinning cheekily at you. You raised your hand to wave at them as they vanished from view when Haley pulled out of your driveway. You smiled softly, “I love em too.”

The car ride was relatively quick with the same soft indie pop music floating from the speakers and an easy going conversation with Haley about the match tonight. You both thought that you could beat the other team if everyone focused 100% and played exactly like you guys did in practices. If everyone did that, you would be unstoppable. 

Luckily for you and Haley, you were the first ones in line to board the bus so you two got the back seat with Zara and Jazzy sitting across from you guys. The hour long bus ride passed quickly and lively with you four passing around your phone and playing some mad libs, you were sure that by the end of the last game you four were laughing and crying. Sometime in the middle of the trip, you noticed that Haley would start to lean on your shoulder and continuously glance at you as she laughed. You desperately wanted to believe that it was because she liked you, but she was straight and she was your best friend. She was probably trying to make sure you were having a good time. 

When the team had gotten to the opposing school and left the locker room to stretch in the gym, you could hear your family start to scream your and Haley’s names from the front row next to you, Tommy and Tubbo being the loudest amongst them with Philza trying to get them to quiet down so you could focus. You felt your cheeks heat up as you smiled at them and Haley wove enthusiastically back at them. Zara was laughing at you two. Stretching went by in a flash and before you knew it, you were on the court facing the opposing team. 

The first match was won by the opposing team by five points. The second match stretched on and on until it was won by your team narrowly by two points. The team was going to have to shape up in the third match if you guys wanted a chance at winning, the opposing team was good. Before the third match started, Coach Williams called for a time out so you guys could talk about strategy. Before Haley could go back onto the court, you pulled her aside.

“Hales, we need to do what we practiced. The other team won’t be expecting it at all, I’ve been setting you up this entire game. They’re never going to expect you setting me up for a spike.”

“When are we going to do it though? We need a better plan.”

“I’m sure the opportunity will come and both of us will recognize it. We just can’t do it too early in the game though, that’ll ruin their surprise.”

“(Y/n), I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“When do I not Hales? We gotta get gold this year.”

The third round went by with both teams constantly swapping places until you both were tied fifteen to fifteen. You saw the ball flying towards Haley, giving her the perfect opportunity to set you up for a spike.  “HALEY NOW!” 

You watched as her face hardened in determination as she pretended like she was going to spike it by jumping high in the air and stretching her arms back, making the opposing front row players all gather in front of her. Much to their surprise, she launched it towards you as you leaped up and went for the kill. The stinging of the ball hit by your wrist and the smack sound the ball made when it slammed onto the open gym floor was something you’d never forget as the crowd around you went wild over the unexpected play. You could hear the high pitched screaming of Tommy and Tubbo over everybody else. Glancing at them over your shoulder, you saw them jumping up and down on the gym floor and looking at you with awe filled eyes and gaping mouths. The rest of your family looked at you with similar expressions, their cheers echoing in your mind. Winking at them, you turned back to your team and went straight to Haley. Clapping a hand on her shoulder, you pulled her into a quick hug, yelling over the raving of the crowd. “HALEY WE NAILED THAT!” 

“HOLY SHIT I DID NOT THINK THAT WAS ACTUALLY GONNA WORK!”

“You have such little faith in your setter! You wound me Hales.”

“Well, I would have more faith in you if you weren’t chaotic on the court, sweetheart.”

You felt yourself surge in happiness at the nickname, but you couldn’t afford to focus too much on it. Your team only needed one more point to win best in the state and go to nationals. It would be the first time in your team’s history if you reached national level, and you’d be damned if you were the one to screw it up for them. 

The last rotation went on for a while, each team fighting tooth and nail for the state championship title with clashing determination. You tried your best to block every hit and try to set Haley up for a spike, and you were successful for the most part, only missing a few blocks. You saw the setter adjacent to you set the spiker up for a spike and jumped up in time to try to block it, your arms stretched upwards and your palms out. Only, the ball didn’t hit your hands. It collided painfully with your nose, ricocheted off your face with a thwack and sailed over to the other side of the court. Your head whipped back as your body followed suit and flew backwards onto the floor. Without giving you any time to react, your head bounced back and cracked against the polished hardwood floor of the gym. Everything went black. 

“...(y……”

“..(y/n)......”

“(Y/n).”

You faintly heard someone calling someone’s name over the continuous ringing noise. Was it your name? It felt right, so it had to be your name. You peeled your eyes open to see a blurry figure hovering over you. It was swirled with tans, browns, and backs. After a while of the figure repeating your name, it slowly became more recognizable, albeit appearing twice in your vision. It took you a while to figure out who this was before your muddled brain recognized Haley.

“Hales! There’s two o’ya. Twice as beautiful babe…” You slurred out as you attempted to smile at her.

“Oh thank god, PLEASE WE NEED A DOCTOR SHE HIT HER HEAD!” Her usually angelic voice gritted against your brain like sandpaper making you cringe as pain exploded in your head.

“God babe you’re so loud, why’s so bright? I-wha's goin on?” You blearily tried to move your head to look around only to be stopped by a pair of large hands on each side of your head gently holding it in place. You moved your laggy eyes around to look at the figure. He was a blonde man with blue eyes and a hint of stubble on his chin. His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked… he looked… your brain worked to figure out why he looked how he looked. Who was he?

“Please don’t move hun.” His muffled voice was baritone. You squinted at him trying to figure out who this man was.

“Who th f-fuck… why?”

“I’m your dad hun. Do-do you not recognize me?” You made a noise in the back of your throat as your stuffy brain finally put a name to the face.

“Dad- wha’s goin on? I’on feel so good…”

“Shh, I know, I know. Just stop moving and talking. Everything’s fine. I’m here. You’re okay.”

“Mmk… Dad, where are we? I’ont know- you’re so quiet.”

“Stop moving so much. You’re on the floor in a gym. You just won your team the state championship. Now stop talking please.”

Huh. So that’s why everybody seemed to appear from above you. You strained your eyes to look around you, but you could only see your dad’s face hovering above you. “Shit I- who’s aroun’ me? Where’s Hales?”

“I’m right here sweetheart. I got the doctor, Mr. Minecraft.”

Your dad’s face moved away from your vision so fast that it made your head spin and your stomach twist. Another face appeared above you that you once again didn’t recognize.

“I’m Doctor Martin, can you tell me your first and last name?”

“Uh, (y/n) Minecraft?”

“Good, what month are we in right now?”

“Nov-November?”

“Close, it’s late October. Can you tell me who this,” he pointed to your dad, “is?”

“S’my dad Phillip.”

“That’s your dad Philza.”

The questioning stopped as he suddenly shined a blinding light into your sensitive eyes. You hissed as you tried to move your head away from the offending light only to be held in place by your dad’s hands. Your head spun as you moved too quickly and a wave of nausea hit you, making you groan and move your arm to cover your eyes. Your hand was stopped by something warm and soft wrapping around it and holding it tightly. Everything was so overwhelmingly and painfully bright and loud. You wanted to make it stop. 

“Mr. Minecraft, your daughter appears to have a concussion. I don’t have the tools on hand to determine the severity of it, but it’s worrying that her pupils are asymmetrical, she’s delirious, and has slight memory loss. I understand you live about an hour away from here, and it’s alright for you to take her to a hospital closer to your house. Make sure you keep her alert.”

Your delirious mind only registered about half of what came out of the doctor’s mouth. You mumbled gibberish as you once again opened your eyes to look around. You were only briefly able to crane your neck to the left. Several figures large and small were standing behind your dad. Your family, your mind supplemented. Slowly, your mind was starting to recognize your surroundings even if there was currently double of everything and everything was blurry.

“I’m going to help you stand up. Do ya think you can do that?”

“Yeah Dad.” You lifted your upper body off from the ground with a gentle hand on your back helping you sit up. Fighting the wave of nausea that slapped you in the face, you reached up to rub at your eyes. A hand once again stopped you. You peeked your eyelids open and lightly glared at whomever stopped you. “Hales you’re lucky you’re so cute I woulda slapped you. I like holdin but you’re bein annoying. Stop.” You attempted to make your voice sound firm, but the words that came out of your mouth were slightly slurred.

She was silent as she helped her dad haul you to your feet. Once on your feet, you saw the room spin and felt yourself start to sway slightly. An arm wrapped itself around your shoulders and pulled you close to them so that your weight was supported. They were a little taller than you were making it easy to lean on them. 

“...Can you walk?” A deep, monotone voice rumbled the chest of the person you were leaning against. 

“Mhm. ‘M not weak.” Though your limbs felt like they were made of molasses, you placed one foot in front of the other slowly. The person moved alongside you, “you’re doing so good, keep going.” That sparked familiarity in you as you stopped in your tracks and tried to look up at the person you were leaning against making the person tighten their arm around your shoulders when you almost fell over.

“Tech?”

“Yeah, it’s Technoblade. Just focus on walking. You’re almost out of the gym.”

When you realized that you were out of the gym, you sighed in relief. It was so much quieter and darker. Though it was still relatively bright, it was better than the gym. 

“S’better.”

“When we get her to the car we can give her some sunglasses or something if it’s still too bright for her.”

“Wilbs-”

“Focus on walking.”

You huffed in irritation, “don’ tell me what to do bitch.”

You felt Techno’s body jolt slightly as he chuckled, making your head throb at the sudden movement. “Just walk.”

When you walked outside, you shivered as you felt the cool air nip at your exposed skin. Right, you were in your volleyball uniform. “I’ll go pull the car around, you guys stay with her.” 

You saw a tall brunet start to walk away from you. Uncle Splat? Uncle Schmat? Whatever his name was, you were sure he was your uncle. You tried to snuggle closer to Techno, craving warmth but never being satisfied. Where was your uncle? 

After a while, you saw a car moving towards you and blinding light pointed right at you making you cringe away and groan. Techno started to slowly walk towards the car. “C’mon (y/n), you’re almost there. When you’re in the car you can relax.”

“Tommy, Tubbo, and Techno, you’re in the back row. Schlatt can drive and Wil, you’re taking the passenger seat. I’ll stay with her in the middle row so she can have some room to lay down.” Tommy and Tubbo were with you? Why weren’t they talking, they usually were very vocal.

“Tom, Tubbs didja like the game?”

They didn’t say anything as they climbed into the car. Did they not hear you? 

“They’re just… tired (y/n).” Your dad’s voice reassured you as he took Techno’s place holding you up. 

“I wanna nap. ‘M so tired.”

“You can’t sleep yet. We gotta get you to a doctor first.”

“Mm. Makes sense.”

“Let’s get you in the car hun.”

As he helped you climb into the car, you felt an overwhelming wave of nausea wash over you making you lose your balance and almost faceplant into the cloth seats. You felt yourself being gently, yet urgently taken out of the car and led to grass as you felt your esophagus shorten. Something burning made its way up your throat and spewed into the grass. You felt someone rubbing your back as you puked up your dinner. 

When you were done, you reached up with a shaking hand to wipe your mouth. “You feelin better? Think you can get back into the car or do you need to sit down for a bit?”

“Car.”

After some difficulty, you were successfully in the middle row of the car laying down with your head on Philza’s lap. Soon enough, your shoes were taken off and a blanket was draped over you. 

“(Y/n), what do you remember?”

You scrunched up your face as you squinted at Philza’s face. “I remember playing volleyball with Hales. She’s so pretty, she’s straight though. I remember the other team hitting the ball, me jumping, then nothin. Wha’ happened?”

You watched as Philza winced, “well, you got everything right so far. You got hit in the face with the ball so you fell and hit your head on the floor. You were passed out for a minute before you woke up. It was a pretty nasty fall, we’re going to the hospital now. How’re ya feelin?”

“Head hurts, ‘m seein two of everything, an I can’t think.”

“Do you know what a concussion is?” You nodded in his lap slightly, “you probably have one.”

After a while of talking, you were slowly starting to come to your senses and your speech was clearing up, but your head was still too stuffy to think about what you were saying before you said it. You didn’t have a filter.

“Do you wanna tell us about your week so far? Do you remember most of it?”

“Mhm, it was shit. On Monday I had a panic attack and Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were being bitches to me all day. They fucked up my back. On Tuesday, they got mad at me for ditching them and they had me do their homework, had another panic attack, and Haley told me that someone took pictures of our boobs ‘n stuff and they were gonna leak it to the school if Haley didn’t stop hanging out with me. Haley and I almost kissed, but she’s straight. Pulled an all nighter and Wednesday I accidentally came out to Tech and Wil and had another panic attack. Annie, Adrian, and Sammy took more pictures of me through my window, Annie outed me to the entire school and slapped me. Another panic attack, skipped the last two classes and felt like shit the entire practice. Today Adrian and Sammy told me to kill myself and I had another panic attack. ’S about it.”

As you were going through your week, the hand that was previously gently stroking your hair had frozen as the car was enveloped in a tense silence. Luckily, Tommy and Tubbo were passed out in the back seat so they didn’t hear how bad your week was. Everyone awake knew that you had a few bad days this week, but they didn���t know the full extent of it. You watched as Philza’s expression had turned downright murderous, but you didn’t really care. You were busy talking about your week.

For the rest of the car ride, Philza asked you simple questions like what your favorite color was, your favorite animal, basically your favorite everything. Eventually, the car pulled into the hospital parking lot and Philza helped you get out of the car. “Schlatt, can you take the boys home so they can get some rest? I’ll stay with her.” 

“Yeah, I’m on it. Don’t cause too much trouble (y/n), we all know you can raise hell.” He watched you for a reaction, but when you didn’t react, he coughed. “Well, I’ll see ya later kid. Good luck.”

The car drove off leaving you and Philza at the front of the emergency room building. “It’s gonna be a long night (y/n).”

“I gotta finish Annie’s essay and Sammy’s presentation though.”

“No you don’t, I’ll email your teachers.”

You two checked in with the front desk before moving to sit on the uncomfortable chairs. It was going to be a long night. You were so tired.

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A flight away

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—summary: You have been gaming with corpse for a few months now and the both of you have grown close to each other. Corpse started to feel comfortable around you and ultimately asked you to come see him in California. You live on the other side of the country and Even though the trip was long, it was so worth it.

—Genre: fluff

—warning: nothing, just wholesome content, reader is short in this

—word count: 1.5k

—Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission

—Comment and reblogs welcome!

You and corpse have been friends for a couple of months now. You met through rae who was desprate to put you in her friends group. Instantly you clicked with corpse; he was kind and welcoming to you making you feel like you've been in the group since the beginning.

After your first game, corpse asked you to join some of his games, vice versa. You both played together, laughed together, joked together, even playfully trashed talked each other. You loved being around him and you couldn't deny the feelings you were feeling for him.

Secretly corpse felt the same way about you. With the time you spent together, he developed feelings for you, at first he thought he was just dreaming, but no, he started to notice it wasn't, it was an actual feeling.

One night corpse got an idea to ask you to come visit him. He know you lived all the way on the other side of the country, and he know you both called and facetimed often but he was dying to see you in real life.

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When corpse finished his stream, he leaned back in his chair as he picked up his phone. He opened your contact. He hesitated at first, not sure he wanted to text you, but then he decided to put his nervousness aside and do something he was scared to do for a change.

Hey, I wanted to ask you something

You, who was on the other side of the country in your home laying in bed, picked up your phone to see a text from corpse. You smiled to yourself as you saw your favorite contact.

Ok, what is it corpsie?

When corpse received your text, he chuckled softly at the nickname you had gave him.

I just wanted to ask you if we could meet? You don't have to say yes, but I'm dying to see you irl you know

You gasped quietly. He was asking to meet you, YOU! You never expected him to ask.

You took a few minutes to silently cheer before you answer his text.

Holy shit yes! I'll book Myself a flight right now. I'll text you when I'm on a plane.

Corpse chuckled. He was so fucking happy you were coming to see him.

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Hours went by and corpse was waiting for your text. He couldn't sleep of course which made the wait even harder. Around 2 am he got a text from you.

My flight is in an hour. I'll be seeing you soon! Get some sleep corpsie, I'll be there when you wake up.

It was real, you both were going to meet soon. He was was nervous and excited at the same time. He took your request and Went to sleep after a few minutes of trying.

5 hours later corpse woke up to a phone call. He groaned and picked up his phone, not bothering to look who it was. "hello?" His voice was extremely deep as he spoke. "Hi, corpse. I'm here."

When corpse noticed it was you he instantly got up from his bed. "Your here, here?

Your laugh on the other side of the phone filled corpse ears. "Yes, I'm here, here. Now come open the door, I need to see you."

Corpse laughed as he reached his front door. You heard it click before it swung open. You stood in front of corpse with a huge smile on your face. Corpse had on a hoodie that covered his head full of curls. He was tall, way taller than you making you feel like a little ant.

"oh my gosh, it's you!" You said followed by a giggle. "It's me." Corpse smiled at you. "Well come in." Corpse move, letting you in. You walked into the warm house and placed your bag on the floor. "I'm so happy I'm here."

You turned to corpse with a smile. "Thank you for proposing the idea. Now can I hug you?" You tilted your head the the side hoping he would say yes. To your surprise he did. Corpse pulled you into a hug. You were engulfed by his warmth and scent. It was very relaxing to you. After a few seconds you both pulled away.

Corpse invited you into the living room, you both took a seat on the couch and caught up. You told him about the flight and how it flew by fast. Corpse listened to you with a smirk. You definitely saw it and it made your stomach flip.

"so what have you been up to here corpsie?" You scooted closer to him and listened as he began to talk. "Well streaming, making music, suffering, you know the usual." Corpse trailed off with a soft, inaudible chuckled.

"yeah I know." You both sat in a comfortable silence once you finished your comment. You managed to scoot closer to corpse and rest your head on his shoulder. You couldn't see it, but there was a smile on his face.

Corpse turned and looked at you. You turned and looked up into his eyes, a smile rested on your face, but soon it fell when corpse kissed you.

At first you were caught off guard, but soon you warmed up to his lips and kissed him back. Corpse hand came to your side and held you as your hand came to his cheek pulling him close.

The kiss was pretty heated, you could feel the fireworks interrupt between you two. A minute of kissing ended when you both had to pull away for air.

"wow, I wasn't expecting that." You mumbled breathlessly. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me." "No it's okay." You quickly said. "I actually wanted to do that for a while."

Corpse pressed his lips into a thin line before sucking in his breath. "Yeah me too. I probably should've told you I like you before dragging you out here."

You sighed. "Well I should've told you how I liked you before you dragged me out here."

Corpse laughed. "Well I'm Happy you're here. I can't wait to spend time with you." You smiled softly at corpse. "I can't wait to spend time with you as well." You placed a kiss on his cheek before you rested your head back on his shoulder.

You weren't sure how long you were going to spend in San Diego, but you're happy you flew across the country to visit corpse, and confessed your feelings for him. It was worth it.

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This is so bad, sorry

[p-antomime]

i will, my love.

— minors don't interact.

— wc: 4K.

content + warnings: 18+, including: soft dom!suna, pet names, fingering, oral (female), unprotected sex, worship, really soft sex tbh, virginity loss

pairings: boyfriend!suna rintarō x virgin!fem!reader

— haikyuu masterlist.

Your thoughts were eating you up inside. But not quickly, in a way that hardly hurt your soul, but, yes, too slowly, because of this, naturally your body started to work that much harder to get to the end of the day exhausted so that there was no opening for you to think about it.

Y/N was not entirely sure that her boyfriend realized this, but considering how observant he is, it was naturally possible that he was just waiting for a good opportunity to bring up the subject and find out what was making "his princess" so uncomfortable.

In reality, your fear was that Suna thought that the problem was something involving you, or worse, that you were about to break up with him after a long 1 year and four months of dating, but the problem was more specific and, for you, secretly more embarrassing, especially when your friends told you that "you are too old to be a virgin". Every time the group of friends of the two of you got into the subject of "sex life", you walked away and made up a bad excuse to leave the place, sometimes taking Suna along or sometimes leaving him behind; and the few times when there was no way out and the two of you were put up against the wall, Suna would reply that "you're both waiting for the right time" and you could see the look of disappointment not in him, but in his friends.

Suna was extremely patient with you, and although you actually thought it was the least he could do for you as the person he loves, your mind persisted in whispering in your ear that he would get tired of waiting. It wasn't as if Y/N was a holy prude, far from it, but every time he tried to comfort you with his arms around your body while his lips were pressed against yours in a deep and intense kiss and his hips thrust against yours in an attempt to demonstrate that his body needed yours, you felt too eager and refused to move forward with that brief signal; and all these times you could hear Suna in the bathroom using his own hand to masturbate because the walls were so thin in the apartment shared between you and your classmate.

Did you feel guilty for not fucking him during all this time of dating? No... until last week when a girl approached him while you and his friends were leaving for the movies and asked if she could have his number. It wasn't as if Suna had paid any attention to the girl, but you felt as if there were thousands of young girls your age or older ready to give him anything he wanted in a matter of minutes, especially to let you slip between their legs without a care in the world.

And today was the day when Y/N had the day off to do whatever he and his roommate wanted, so it turned out that it didn't take long for Suna Rintarou to be lazily lying on the couch in the living room of the apartment shared between his girlfriend and another girl from her college course while you were looking for a movie for both of you to watch. You could feel his watchful, calm gaze glued to your back, but your body didn't want to turn around to face him.

— What is it? — You asked, still looking at the TV remote control.

— You seem strange these days. — He said, in the same eerily calm tone he always used, he was trying to get you against the wall by using the same old words so as not to make you feel afraid.

— Do I? — It was obvious that you were going to try to talk him out of it, and it wasn't long before you heard a rustle behind you that indicated that Suna was now sitting on the couch instead of lying down, and his hands came down on your shoulders, massaging them lightly; only at that particular moment did you realize how tense they were.

— Do you want to talk about it, or do I need to tear it out of you? I can tickle you until you talk... or kiss you until you suffocate, you choose. — A light laugh escaped his lips and yours fingers briefly unlearned how to flick the TV remote control.

— I've just... been thinking a lot these days, but it's no big deal. — You shrugged your shoulders trying to look nonchalant, but Suna put his hand on your chin and made you face him.

— Really? So, you wouldn't mind repeating that by looking me in the eye, would you? — He raised his eyebrows suggestively, and you frowned.

— You don't believe me?

— Not after watching you act so strange all week, not after yesterday you didn't even want to participate in the video game night at the twins' house. — He leaned his face on her shoulder and frowned. — Tell me what's wrong, and I'll fix it for you. — You bit your lip nervously and chose to look away from the television again. — Has anyone annoyed you this week? Is someone at the college treating you badly? Was it something I did?

Y/N knew that there was a high chance that Suna would throw several questions at her to get to the root of what was being the nuisance as soon as he felt she was comfortable around him, but she didn't expect it to be this soon and that he wouldn't give her time to come up with the slightest plausible excuse.

And after Suna's voice died down, an uneasy, tense silence settled over the room, and you ended up turning around so that you could look at him.

— Does the fact that I didn't want to have sex with you during these months of dating bother you? — It was his turn to feel embarrassed and choke on his own saliva.

— What? — He coughed a few times, feeling as if he had heard you wrong.

— You heard me. — You leaned your arms on his legs and looked at him intently as his calm and serene countenance returned.

— Is this the problem? Lack of sex? I thought you didn't want me to go through with this yet. — His hands brushed against her cheeks and caressed them with his fingertips. — Did you change your mind?

— Answer my question and I'll answer yours.

— It doesn't bother me, really. I will wait for years to have sex with you, if you decide to keep me waiting that long. — Suna answered calmly, and slowly the tension inside you dissolved. — I thought you didn't care so much about this, if you hadn't we would have talked more about it, if you had wanted to.

— I was just... insecure, because you never complain about it, and I feel that your friends look at you like you are with me out of pity every time the topic of "sex" comes up. — Y/N replied returning to focusing on the TV remote. — And... — Her teeth bit the inside of her cheek before her lips whispered more to you than to Suna: —, maybe I changed my mind.

— What, babe? I couldn't hear you properly. — Suna put his arms around your waist and pulled you up, and you felt your cheeks begin to heat up.

— I didn't say anything.

— Repeat what you said before. — His tone dropped an octave and a shiver ran down your back slowly.

— I said I might have changed my mind. — You swallowed hard, staring him straight in the eye for a few seconds before feeling intimidated and staring at the back of the sofa behind him.

— Hmm, really? — Suna rested one hand on your chin while the other rested against your waist to pull you up to sit on his thighs, after which he kissed your lips lightly. — Do you truly want this or are you doing this just because you think it's what I want? — He asked, running his thumb over your lower lip.

— I do. — You answered, shifting into a more comfortable position on his lap and looking down from his eyes to his mouth. — Give me the best of yourself that you can.—  Your hands rested on his shoulders, and the thought of having him freely explore your body made butterflies rise in the pit of your stomach.

— I will, my love. — Suna replied with a slight smile before he really kissed you hard and slowly reached inside your gray tank top with his fingers.

His touch was soft, tender, with fingertips rubbing against the skin of your back slowly, as if massaging it, and then moving down the front of your torso to gently reach your breasts. He was really trying to make you as comfortable as possible, as relaxed as possible, and you couldn't help yourself but have your heart melting under the influence of Suna Rintarou.

When the two of you had to break the kiss because of the missing air, it wasn't long before Suna's lips left wet kisses down your neck and his fingers massaged and squeezed your breasts lovingly before he began to play with your nipples and you gasped because your boyfriend's touch seemed to amplify your own pleasure. It wasn't as if you had never masturbated, quite the opposite in fact, but it was different when another person was touching you.

— Are you sure? — He asked, pulling his lips away from the warm skin of your neck and looking down at you with his hands still around your tits.

— Yes, I'm absolutely sure. — You answered inevitably, forcing your hips against his for more friction. — Please, love. — Your hands reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up to expose his upper body.

— Great, babe. — Suna kissed your collarbones and rose from the sofa, pulling you along with him, making you clutch his shoulders in despair at the sudden action. — It would suck if your first time with me was on the living room couch, wouldn't it? — You felt your cheeks heat up and lean your head on his shoulder, nodding positively. — You're my princess, so it's only fair that I treat you like one in the bedroom. — And so he carried you to your room, and when he got there, he locked the door and let you lie on the bed looking at your body intently.

As soon as his hands brushed against your tank top and moved it out of the way, Suna was licking and sucking one of your breasts carefully while his other hand squeezed your other nipple, moans escaping from deep in your throat filled the place obscenely and your head fell back against the pillows as your legs opened to better accommodate your boyfriend's body between them.

— Fuck, you are so beautiful. — Suna whispered, sliding his lips down your abdomen and sending a shiver down your back that made you tangle your fingers in his brown hair and try to force your hips up to signal to him where exactly you needed him. — Don't be impatient, I need to take my time with you, it's your first time. — He kissed lightly on the top point of her pelvis and her body shivered.

In the next few seconds, Suna was undoing your thin pajama shorts and leaving you in only your panties while his fingers ghosted down your knees and thighs slowly. The anticipation and expectation were eating you up inside and it was inevitable that high-pitched moans would come from your lips, your body was literally burning for him and your vision seemed about to go blurry at any moment. And he hadn't even done anything sexual with you yet.

— It's so easy to get you horny it's almost cute. — Suna murmured more to himself than to you as he kissed your covered pussy and made you squirm.

Over the fabric of your panties, he gave you a gentle lick along the entire area of your intimacy before actually moving it out of the way and slowly pushing your folds apart. It was almost as if you had been longing for years to belong to him, and Suna couldn't help himself before grunting and teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue. The wave of pleasure that washed over your body was intense enough to make you arch your back painfully and pull his hair tightly as loud moans came from your lips.

— So sweet, I've been thinking about your pussy for so long. — Suna said before he gave a few more licks against your intimacy and entered your interior with just one finger slowly, but he stopped in the middle of the process when he heard a low grunt of pain coming from you, probably because his finger was longer than yours and reached places that had not been widened before. — Tell me if it hurts too much, I can go slower on you, my love. — He kissed your inner left thigh lightly and slowly continued to put his finger in, only to let you get used to it.

— Can you move... please? — You asked breathlessly, propping yourself up on your elbows.

— Sure. — Suna answered with a loving look before he began to move his finger slowly inside you and feeling his own arousal increase as he saw your face contort with pleasure before your head fell back again.

As he increased the speed of that single finger and analyzed your expressions of pleasure and your thrusts of trying to force your hips up for more friction, Suna slowly introduced a second digit into you and massaged your clit with the thumb of that same hand. His lips left biting and sucking on your thighs with no intention of actually marking them, only to make you lose yourself further in pure lust. Minutes later, when your moans already indicated that your insides had gotten used to the widening of two fingers, a third one was introduced and slowly your boyfriend began to really build up a rhythm that made your mind forget absolutely everything. There was only: Suna Rintarou and his ambition to make you feel good.

— Damn, you're so beautiful, I could pleasure you for hours and never get tired of looking at your beautiful face. You're my pretty girl, aren't you? — You couldn't formulate a coherent sentence, not when his fingers were curving in that overpowering way inside you. — Always so good for me, so sweet for me. — Suna took your clit between his lips gently before he began to use his fingers to make scissor-like movements to widen your insides as much as possible.

— Fuck, babe... — You gasped, feeling the same pressure in your lower abdomen that was present every time you were about to cum using your own fingers. — It's s-so good, please... I... — Your train of thought short-circuited as your boyfriend's licks on your clit became more consistent and responsive, your hips thrusting upward frantically.

— Yes, my love, I know, cum for me. I know you want to. — He responded by increasing the speed of the fingers inside you.

A few more thrusts widening your insides were enough to have you collapsing against your boyfriend's body, breath panting, eyes rolling and hands desperately trying to grab hold of any piece of his skin you could get your hands on. You were finished, to say the least. The feeling of having someone making you cum, especially with fingers much longer than yours own, was overwhelmingly different than having you touch yourself. Suna had never pleasured you in that direct way before, so he needed to assess your expressions and body language to know what made you most comfortable, but it only took seconds before he adjusted the right pressure and rhythm to have you completely melting.

— You're such a good girl to me, I love you. — Your boyfriend slowly withdrew his fingers from inside you and moved from between your legs to plant kisses on the surface of your belly while complimenting you in the best possible ways, even though your mind was too busy recovering from the recent orgasm to actually pay attention to what Suna was saying. — Do you think you can handle cumming one more time for me, or do you want me to stop? — He asked, holding her face between his hands after leaving several light kisses all over her cheeks and lips.

— I-I can, yes, don't stop. I want more.

— What a good princess. — Suna whispered against yours lips opening a loving smile and it was almost as if it was possible to see hearts drawing in his pupils.

After that, the rest of his clothes were spread out on the floor around the bed and maybe, just maybe, an apprehension settled inside you as your eyes traveled down your boyfriend's athletic and now naked body and found the length of his cock. He was definitely above average and this made you unconsciously drag your body away a little, which did not go unnoticed by Suna, who put his hands on your lower back and squeezed it lightly as if to reassure you.

— Do you trust me? — He asked, leaning over your body and pulling you close again, your response was a slight positive nod. — If I said it wouldn't hurt, I'd be lying, but if you need me to stop, let me know. Don't be afraid to let me know everything you're feeling, okay, my love?

You responded with a minimal "Yes, Suna" to him and rested your hands on his shoulders, inevitably digging your nails into them as you felt him spread your legs to wrap them around his waist and place the tip of his cock against your entrance. He rubbed his cock between your folds a few times before holding you firmly and slowly invading your interior. You could feel every inch, every vein, but for the first few seconds the pain overpowered the pleasure and small tears rolled down your cheeks. You felt extremely breathless, as if your body was going to break, so Suna leaned over your body to wipe away yours tears with kisses and leaned his forehead against yours without being able to hold back a low grunt from the pleasure of having you squeeze him hard and the pain of feeling your nails raking the skin of his shoulders.

— My beautiful girl, relax, trust me. — He whispered, sliding his mouth down your neck and massaging your back gently. — You can relax for me, can't you? You can be a good girl for me, can't you? — His eyes were staring into yours seriously.

— Y-Yes, Suna, I can... just... — Your breath caught in throat as you felt him slowly continue to fill your insides until he could make you swallow him down. — Give me a few minutes, I'll be your good girl.

— Of course you will. — Suna stood completely still inside you, kissed your collarbones and licked your breasts lightly, never stoping to massage your lower back to give you the comfort he knew you needed.

Leaning your head against the pillows, you concentrated on making the feeling of discomfort and pain gradually disappear. Slowly your body began to move back and forth until you became accustomed to the presence of Suna's cock stretching you completely. Yours senses began to want more of that pleasurable impact, and soon the same spasms as before began to run through your back again.

— S-Suna? — You called him slyly and in a slurred voice. — C-Can you move, please?

— Sure, babe, anything for you. — He pulled you into a deep, loveable kiss before holding your face between his hands and beginning to move inside you, he was trying to analyze your expressions before he began to build up a proper pace.

Suna found that his girlfriend liked it too much when he arched his hips and came hard inside her, but came out slowly, in contrasting movements, so he did this several times just to see you squirming and begging for more of him. It was music to his ears. Your boyfriend's hands lodged around your waist and assisted you in moving back and forth on his dick as his knees rested against the mattress of the bed. At no time did he stop worshipping you and calling you affectionate nicknames through whispers in yours ears that would hardly be heard outside the room because of the sound of the bed banging against the wall and the moans coming out of your mouth.

The pleasure was overwhelming all of your ability to think rationally and yours lips were too busy alternating between giving lewd kisses against Suna's and taking light bites all over his neck. You could literally feel every bit of his skin against yours and it was driving you madder than you could or wanted to admit. The words of love he whispered to you were the complete opposite of his deep, strong thrusts inside you. But, as the minutes passed and your own boyfriend couldn't contain the erratic movements of his cock inside you, he switched positions leaving you on top of him. For the first few seconds your body almost came to a complete standstill with the new depth attained by his entire length and you couldn't help having curses come out of your mouth.

— I-It's so good... — Your body moved up and down against his cock slowly, wanting to prolong that feeling of having him stretching you. Watching you intently, Suna thrusts hard while holding your hips and moaned in unison with you because of the delicious sensation.

— Damn, you're so tight, you take me so well. — He pulled your torso to lean against his and let you partially lie on his body before he began thrusting himself deep inside you, hitting all the right spots inside you.

Everything about him seemed to push you to climax faster than you thought possible. Face flushed slightly, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes half-closed, shoulders tense and mouth ajar to try to draw in more air. He looked more handsome than usual and completely given to you. That was definitely the man of your life; that's what was resonating in your mind as the tip of Suna's cock began to rub against your cervix and make you lose your head completely, finally reaching your second orgasm that had already left your senses bewildered, considering it was only your first time.

Suna still had so much to show you, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited by the idea of helping you figure out what you liked and didn't like about sex, but by now you were exhausted, so he ended up giving you just a few more thrusts against your walls that squeezed him deliciously before he pulled out and ended up cumming all over his own abdomen and soiling your thighs with some of his cum as well. You staggered to the side and he quickly helped you lie down on the bed as comfortably as possible, for a few seconds neither of you said anything, your boyfriend wanted you to first get your breath completely back.

— Did I hurt you? — He leaned on your shoulders and looked at you intently. — It was... — You interrupted him with a quick little kiss and smiled fondly.

— It was wonderful, I swear. It was better than I thought it would be, in fact, I thought it would hurt more. — It was hard to see Suna's cheeks flush, and this moment will go down in your memory as one of the few times your boyfriend was embarrassed. — I love you, you're perfect for me.

And after the two of you spent long seconds lying in bed exchanging kisses and caresses, Suna induced you to go take a shower with him to clean yourself and then "you both could do whatever you wanted for the rest of the day", because, he said during the shower:, aftercare was important, especially for "his princess”.

[lonely-lost-soul]

Poff Poff

(Platonic C!Schlatt x Niece Reader)

Request 7: Can I request an Uncle Jschlatt and Niece reader? (Platonic ye) maybe Jschlatt could be out taking his niece to a late-night convenience store so they could late-night snack because both he and his niece had a bad day?

Requested by: Anonymous

AU where Puffy is Schlatt’s sister :)

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Schlatt had, had a rough day, to say the least. He once again almost got banned for another scheme gone wrong. His election plans were set in motion but due to the statistics, it looked like he was losing and he was pissed off beyond belief. He had no plans for the rest of the day, all he wanted to do was relax with a drink and a cigarette, maybe watch a movie, just something to help him through the rest of this shitty ass day.

So, When Puffy had shown up on his doorstep and dropped you off to watch you while she went out his immediate response was no. He already smells like cigarette smoke and whiskey he shouldn’t be anywhere near a child. But one harsh glare from his sister made him shut his trap, he looked down at you and you looked just as unhappy to be there.

“Mom do I have to stay here, I’m old enough to stay on my own. Or even with Dream?” The angsty teen groaned tilting her head to the side, her little horns hitting her on the shoulder. Puffy let out a pinched huff pressing her fingers to her nose,

“You know Dreams out with George and Sapnap, plus you’re still too young to be left alone. So you’re staying with Uncle Schlatt until I get back from my date with Niki.”

“But-”

“Hush no butts. Now you.” She pointed a finger at Schlatt, “no smoking or drinking in front of my little Poff got it?” Schlatt rolled his eyes snarling over at his sister,

“Have a little faith in me, sis.” She shot him a look, and he wilted a little bit,

“Be good.”

“I will.” You groaned,

“Not talking to you.”

“I will.” The goat-man grumbled under his breath, finally seeming satisfied his sister departed leaving her equally hotheaded daughter by his side. “So...you smoke?”

“No Uncle Schlatt I don’t smoke,” You sighed a frown on your face usually that comment got a least a snort.

Oh no, not teenage angst.

You walked past him into his humble abode and plopped down on his couch, it also smelled like smoke, “How’s Quackity?”

“You mean Flatty Patty?” He smirked plopping down beside you scratching at his ear absentmindedly. You snickered, there it was,

“No I don’t, you know he hates when you call him that.” You nudged him gently, Schlatt ruffled your hair minding your horns. You huffed at him moving to fix your tousled hair,

“Alright, kid you got me. Now, what’s up with you?”

“Nothings wrong.” You muttered crossing your arms over your chest defensively, he shrugged his shoulders not bothering to push you. “Okay fine!” You blurted throwing your hands in the air, the man raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t say anything-”

“It’s just Dream’s not been home lately and Mom’s not taking it well. Instead of trying to watch out for him n’ shit, she’s going on dates with Niki.” You groaned falling back against the couch, “When he does come home it’s just for food and to pet, his cat then leave. He barely even says hi to us anymore...we used to be so close. Now he just doesn’t care.” Your face fell and he frowned, Schlatt winced a little he was never known to be very good with comforting people let alone comforting women. He placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed,

“He’ll come around kid, family’s, family you know?” He watched you shrug sadly and he rubbed his chin with his other hand.

He needed another cigarette right now.

You looked up at him and saw him tense, “You can smoke I don’t care.” You gave a little shrug, “either way I’m leaving here smelling like smoke Mom won’t be able to tell the difference.”

“Heh.” He chuckled roughly rubbing the back of his neck, “thank’s kid, I owe you one.” You nodded and watched as Schlatt pulled out his package of cigarettes and frowned seeing it was empty, “Ah fuck me.”

“You out?”

“Yeah. Would you be opposed to a quick drugstore run?” You shrugged your shoulders, indifferent.

“Sure could be fun. Could I get a snack?”

���You could get whatever you want, not payin’ for it.” You snorted loudly covering your mouth to hide your snort. “What? If you can steal it you can get whatever you want.”

“I’m not stealing anything Uncle Schlatt, that’s wrong.”

“Ugh. What’s my goody-two-shoes sister been teaching you?” His nose scrunched up in displeasure. “As long as you don’t get caught anything is legal kid. Stick with me and you’ll learn way more tips than that. I'm a professional.”

“Right cause doing that hasn’t gotten banned before.” You smirked and he glared at you pulling on your horn. The movement caused you to yelp in pain. “Joke! I was joking! Ow!” He muttered a ‘you better be’ before standing up from his couch. You followed him from the couch as he made his way to the door, he held it open for you and you snickered “What a gentlemen.”

“Don’t slander my name like that again.” He scoffed, “Follow me, don’t wander off.” Schlatt commanded as you followed him down to the nearest convenience store, “Go get something you like.” He shooed you off and requested the pack of cigarettes he needed making small talk with the store clerk while you wandered around. “Hurry up kid or you get nothing!”

“I’m coming!” You yelled back in your arms was a pack of sour patch watermelons, a chocolate bar, and some chips, “I got you chips.” Schlatt tried to bite back a smile but it came through anyway and it only made you smile in tandem. He paid for your goodies and you both headed out to go sit outside on a nearby bench. As you sat down you turned to stare at him dead in the eyes, he felt a little unsettled and watched as you slowly pulled out a little bag of popcorn. “I stole it.”

“Holy fuck kid you did it!” He burst into laughter ruffling your hair once again, “I’m proud of you.” You beamed brightly sitting up straighter on the bench, you opened the bag and popped a piece into your mouth. Schlatt reached forward and stole a handful from you, you ripped the bag away defensively and he snickered.

“Soo…” You trailed off softly and he raised an eyebrow at you, “You seemed to have a bad day too. You wanna talk about it?” His eyes widened in surprise, he didn’t take you to be so observant, then again you were Puffy’s child.

“Alright Poff,” he clicked his tongue distastefully and began to recount his woes to his child niece. Halfway through he pulled out a freshly bought cigarette and stuck it between his teeth. He pulled out a lighter flicking it a few times before lighting the cancer stick in his mouth and taking a long drag. You nodded your head in response and seemed to be listening intently to him, as he talked he felt his facade crumbling. The goat man slumped across the bench and was openly ranting to you at this point. “So yeah, that’s how my days going. Guess we both are doing pretty shitily huh?” You pursed your lips,

“Why don’t you ask Quackity to combine both of your votes the day of the election?” He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, you flushed nervously under his stern gaze. “Then you can be the President and he can be your Vice President or something...that way you both win in a way, ya know?”

“Kid…” Schlatt murmured thoughtfully rubbing his chin, “you’re a genius!” He wrapped you up in a hug, “this kid! I love ya! You’re too smart for your good!” You beamed letting out a happy laugh in response, “I’m contacting him immediately. Wilbur and Tommy don’t stand a fucking chance against me now.”

“I’m glad I can make you happy.” You snuggled into his arms but recoiled a little bit at the overwhelming scent of fresh smoke on his clothes, “you deserve it.” Schlatt felt his heart shutter a little at the inclination that he deserves to be happy, he was about to respond with a joke but you started talking again. “You’re a good guy Uncle. You don’t let people see it often but you’re an okay dude,” he watched you fiddle with your fingers as his eyebrows furrowed. He chuckled a little,

“Most people would disagree with you kid.”

“Well most people don’t know like mom and I do,” You pointed out, “Plus if you weren’t a nice guy you wouldn’t have tried to cheer me up.”

“I needed smokes.” He pointed out motioning to the stick in his mouth and you frowned a little.

Good, things were getting too mushy for his liking.

He was about to smirk in triumph but you turned towards him a determined look on your face. “My point still stands, for example, if you weren’t that great of a guy you wouldn’t have watched me today. You would’ve shut the door in Puffy’s face or you wouldn’t have listened and tried to comfort me. Therefore, my point still stands,” You shoved your finger in his face and he grumbled in displeasure. You smirked instead of him, getting the signature family smirk on your face it only made him frown deeper.

“Alright fine, but you tell anyone I’m slightly nice you’re cut off.”

“Cut off from what? You’re inheritance? You’re broke as shit.”

“You’re way too much like your mother.”

“Aw, you think so?” You flushed fondly, “Thanks!” You chirped proudly, puffing out your chest a little bit. He scoffed tugging on your horns once more and smirked as you yelped, “Would you stop doing that!”

“Nah I don’t think I will. Especially because I know it’s bothering you.”

“Asshole.”

“That’s more like it.”

You leaned back against the back of the bench with a loud groan throwing some popcorn at him. He snickered loudly, watching you closely all in all Schlatt did enjoy today. He kissed his teeth a little, you were way smarter than everyone seemingly gave you credit for, especially Dream. When Schlatt wins this election maybe he’d give you a position in his cabinet. He thinks you would like that, finally being able to show people who’s boss and what you’re capable of, yeah that’s what he’ll do. Reluctantly Schlatt pulled you close so your head rested against his shoulder, you smiled up at him softly, all in all, it was a good end to his day.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Silent Hands

ph-1 (Park Junwon/Harry Park) x Idol!Reader Summary: There's something so special in knowing that this introverted man went out of his own comfort zone to make me comfortable. Word Count: 1k+ Warning: mentions and mildly graphic depictions of panic attack/mental breakdown, fluff, slightly crack-ish, typos etc.

A/N: i love ph-1. Also this fic is based on what happened to me once I was so friggin scared to miss work or be late, but I wasnt even late yet  T_T

It was pretty instantaneous when it happened. The absolute fear and feeling of stupidity running up my spine and neck. It came all at once. It was horrible. First, I was dazed like one as one blinks into wake, but then, my body was up and so was my heart rate.

When I had opened my eyes, the TV was already turned off. 

Oops, I fell asleep. 

Sorry Harry... 

These were my initial thoughts.

I looked to the rest of the couch I was on and see, well, he wasn’t there. The rest of the couch had my legs on it and my legs had a blanket covering it. My back was on the arm rest and my neck had a pillow behind it. Either I did this in my sleep or I was moved; you be the judge.

The lights were closed. There was a slight misty chill in the air. Then I saw it.

I turned over my shoulder and found the window. The sky was a bright shade of orange and red. Is that...

Holy shit, I slept through the night.

I literally ripped the blanket off me and felt my breath hitch as I scrambled for my things. I roughly wiped my face back as a whine left my lips. I had so much to do today. So many things to do with so many people waiting for me to do it. 

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I should have been in the studio at 6.

I feel tears form in my eyes as I found all my things scattered by a cabinet near the bathroom’s door. I shove the objects that found its way out of my bag back in and fish for my phone.

I suddenly realize that I was probably alone in the apartment because Junwon had already left. I begin to chew my lower lip in agitation, muttering softly, “why the fuck didn’t he wake me up?”

I roughly scratch my tears away as I find my phone.

My heart dropped when my phone screen stayed black. I start slamming my head with my palm. My phone fucking died?!

I will it to open as I harshly pressed on the buttons on the side. I continuously cuss as the phone chimes open. I mentally debated plunging it against the far off wall in front of me.

My heart skips when I hear a flush sound. I watch dumbly as the door opens and light closes behind a Harry-caught-in-headlights.

“Are you o--”

“Why did you let me sleep through the night?”

He knits his brows and watches me. In confusion, he mutters, “what?”

“I have so much to do today! My phone friggin died on me and, gosh, I must have so many missed calls.”

“But you said we could hang out today...”

“I did! But not until the next day!”

He assesses my expression as he watches me fumble with my phone. His aloof and naïve expression just angers me. How could he not get it?

I just grab my bag and begin to head for the door, “I have to go.” I stop at the door and work his locks. That’s when something clicks in Harry’s head.

I was already out when he comes up to me and places a hand on my shoulder, “wait! You didn’t sleep throughout the night.”

I look over to him as he quickly runs back in. In the few moments I was staring at the hallway of his apartment, I felt my stomach boiling in agitation. He quickly runs back and shows me his phone, “see, it’s still 6:50. It’s the same day. It’s Tuesday.”

It took a little longer for this information to register into my head, but when it did, my shoulders relaxed, not that I even knew I was so tense, and I let out a sigh of relief, not that I was actually relieved. I mean I was, but I was actually feeling more like a really big idiot.

I placed my hands on my face when I felt tears gush down. “I friggin thought it was the next day.” I let out deep breath.

Harry watches me with a sympathetic look on his face.

He then moves in to give me a hug.

I however was not having it. Mostly because I was caught off guard and feel icky when people hug me. Not that I hated hugs either. I just... grew up always dealing with my problems on my own, and now I feel like a wimp who is undeserving of comfort when I'm breaking down.

I really didn’t mean to shove him off as hard as I did. I didn’t. He sure looked shocked when I did it though. When I was faced with the aftermath of what I had done, I instantly regret it and felt 10x more idiotic.

“I...” I sniffle and wipe my philtrum, “I’m sorry. I-”

“It’s okay, I caught you-”

“No, it’s me. I just... I’m usually the one giving the hugs. I... I should go.”

He looks shocked at my words. “No! Geez,” he comes up in front of me, “please just come back inside.”

I squint tightly and breath out, “I’m kind of having a mental breakdown-”

“Which is why you should come back in.” He raises his hands and leads me in, “please. I’ll drive you home later, I promise.”

“Junwon-”

“Please, I can’t have you leave my house like this.”

My inner voice was screaming to just jump out of the window. It felt like a nice idea, but like the rest of its ideas, I muted it out and decided to plead my case to my judge, “please, I don’t want to-”

“You can have a moment in my bedroom by yourself. Just please, stay okay, even just for a little while.”

Fine.

My chances with him were ruined anyway. I spent, what, about 4 hangouts with the dude, I’m pretty sure they weren’t even dates yet, and now I’ve completely malfunctioned in front of him. There is absolutely no way I can face him again after this. I might as well do him this courtesy, for him and me.

So, I went back inside and hid in his bedroom.

I sat on the floor and cried at the end of his bedsheets.

My chest hurt.

And I felt all in all suckish

“Hey... It’s been 20 minutes.”

I think my dry throat would agree, although I would rather stay here for eternity.

He knocks on the door and I mash my face into his blanket.

He opens the door and looks at me. He walks over and whispers, “hey, it’s all good.”

I feel like crying again. I turn my face to the side and say, “no it’s not.” I feel tears pool by my nose bridge.

“This is just like peeing in a swimming pool, you just got to walk it off.”

I blink and lift my head, turning to him as he looks down on me with a soft gaze, “what?”

“You gotta get up.”

“... that makes no sense.”

He reaches a hand out to me, “a lot of things in life don’t. Sometimes you look at a sunset and think it’s a sunrise and that’s fine. It’s a little confusing but it’s a part of life.”

I take his hand when he starts making sense. I dumb it back down though, “at least if I pee in a pool, no one will know.”

He hums, “someone will always know, but you just gotta walk it off.”

I look at him after I stand, “that’s still disgusting.”

“Well,” we pull away, “you shouldn’t pee in a pool.”

“... I shouldn’t have cr-”

“Nope, it’s not an analogy. Just... what you felt was scary, it’s okay to cry when you’re scared.” He takes my hand and leads me out, “I meant not to make sense... I thought it would make you laugh.”

We walk back out and make it to his kitchen. The two seater table was set with some Mexican food. He looks at me and says, “I heat it up for you.”

I frown, “you shouldn’t have.”

“I should. I bought it before you woke up. It’s kinda gross when it’s cold.”

I feel even worse, “sorry.”

“Hey, just...” he places a hand on my shoulders and gives me a look. I don’t meet his gaze and blink rapidly as I turn to my feet. A moment passes and he speaks up again, “I’ll get you some water.”

I sat down on one of the chairs as he pours me drink. He then sits down in front of me and motions to the food. “It’s good, I promise.”

I look to my plate and feel like resting my head on the quesadilla. Maybe I can get a cheese facial in the process.

He licks his lips and releases a soft breath. He then drags his chair and moves his plate close to mine. He begins to work on my plate, and cuts up my burrito with a spoon meant for the salsa. He vigorously works on it, raising a brow at his opponent before ultimately getting a knife and fork.

I watch as he pokes it with four prongs, “are you actually cutting burrito?”

“Yes, well, I gotta make sure you have no choice but to eat it cos I worked so hard on it.”

I notice the corner of his lips faintly curve upward.

I frown.

He turns to me and catches this, “do I make you cry?”

I fist my hand and scratch my eyes, “no.”

“Do you want a hug?”

“No.”

“I think you do though.”

“Please don’t hug me.”

“... I want a hug though...”

“...”

“Can you hug me cause I need one?”

I pull my hands away and find his apprehensive expression. I let out a breath. He takes that as a yes and gives me a hug. He stands from his seat and envelopes me in his arms. I don’t move but I do close my eyes and breath in his scent. He smells like one of those cute med boys when I was in uni. He smells nice. He feels... safe. This feels safe.

“I’m sorry,” he suddenly whispers.

I raise my hands and wrap them around him. I then stand and we reposition our embrace, “no... I do want a hug.” He secures his arms by my shoulders and I secure mine on his torso. He rests his cheek on my head and rubs my hair.

For a moment, we just stand there in each others arms. I feel warm with my head on his chest.

“Ripson nubus.”

“... ... did you... just speak simlish?”

“I did.”

“...”

“If we were in the sims, you would probably be happy because of how much I’m trying to make you less sad.”

“Oh to be a sim.”

“Yeah...” he rubs my head, “is it working though.”

“Mmm, well, I kinda want to eat that burrito now so you won’t have to put it back in the microwave. I don’t want the responsibility of becoming a Spiderman.”

“Right, we should,” he tries to break away, but I stop him. I pipe up softly, “just a few more seconds.”

His arms tighten around me, “a few more seconds is good.”