#this man would barely touch me before i finally broke up w him

[dumbthiccbitch666]

am so high in bed n all i want is desperate, gropey cuddles

[beetlejuicyy]

based on Hashira Training Arc ep. 5; I can't get this week's episode off my mind

w/c: 1.1k

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summary: As Sanemi's wife, you try not to intervene in his relationship with his little brother. However, he had crossed the line this time.

Sanemi's favorite moment of the day was exactly now, during these two short hours at sunset, right after dinner. His day was full of training the demon slayer corps while his night was dedicated to his own training, fighting fellow hashira. That left exactly two hours in between for you, his wife. You were gone for most of the day lately, since training so many people was turning his yard into a battlefield, loud and dirty. You also knew he was rather harsh in his teachings, so it was best to give him space to do his duty while minding your own business.

"What's wrong with you?" Sanemi finally asked when you refused to let him lay his head on your lap.

It was the usual unwinding ritual of his day, eat your delicious food and relax under your touch, his features softened, his voice gentle, his touch careful and loving. But today you seemed cold. He tried to ignore all the signs until you put a book in your lap, just as he was sitting down next to you on the porch. This was Sanemi's last straw.

"What is wrong with you?!" You've never been this angry with him, at least you've never showed it so far. After the terrible day he had this was the last thing he needed, a moody wife.

"You're the one barely talking." Sanemi pointed out. He picked the book from your lap and put it away, annoyed. "You're the one choosing a stupid book instead of your husband."

"How was training today, Sanemi?" You asked, at last. It was the first question you asked him everyday, although the tone was different now. Accusing, angry and patronizing.

"Thanks for asking." He inssisted on expressing his bitterness before answering. "It was great."

"Was the part where you almost blinded your little brother for life great?"

Shock took over your husband's appearance, as his eyes widened, his hand frozen in the air, not daring to touch you anymore. You never got into their fights. Fight was a word not so suited for their relationship anyway. You tried to understand that Sanemi's behaviour was rooted in his own trauma while still trying to console and protect Genya as much as you could. But today, when Tanjiro of all people approached you on your way back home to tell you, you couldn't withstand it any longer.

"So the brat finally started snitching on me?"

The weight of your palm would have left a large red spot on his cheek if Sanemi wouldn't have swiftly caught your wrist when you almost slapped him. Tears were blurring your vision but you didn't want to let them fall. So you yanked your hand away from his grip, sniffing and trying to hold them back. Your husband had no idea how he was supposed to act, so he stood there, guilt and pity intertwined in his eyes as looked at you.

"Genya admires you the most, you idiot!" You wiped your tears away as you spoke. "He would never tell me anything bad about you, no matter how poorly you treat him." Sanemi's eyes could only dart towards the floor, his hands clenched in tight fists. "He only has you, how can you tell him you have no little brother? How can you seriously attack him? You know you're much stronger. How can you tell him to quit? All he wants is to be like you!" Accusations flew out of your mouth like daggers, stabbing him one after the other, forcing him to remember and see his actions from another point of view. "Have you..." Your voice broke off halfway as you voiced your  last thought, and your pain made him look up at you, worried. "Have you no heart?" You couldn't contain your tears anymore. Not when your mind was full of the contradiction between the man that was your husband and the man that was an older brother. How could he be so patient, so loving, so considerate with you yet be such a monster towards his own little brother?

A loud voice inside Sanemi's head was screaming to comfort you, to reassure you that he had a heart indeed and it all of it belonged to you. But, as small and helpless as you looked compared to his bigger, stronger build, he didn't dare to get closer to you. He didn't dare to move one finger. The time that was supposed to be the happiest of his day turned into painful silence, as you wiped your tears away and he was left to reflect on his actions. The sun was almost gone from the sky. The darker it got you remembered that Obanai was probably already waiting for your husband for their usual night training. 

"Don't you have anything to say?" You asked, afraid that Sanemi might actually leave without a word, making it even harder to reach him later when he would return. He wasn't good with expressing his feelings and towards you he would refrain from saying anything, scared that his poor choice of words would do more harm. But silence was even more harming.

"He needs to get stronger. I can't babysit him on the battlefield."

"You're not babysitting him at all." You sneered at him. However, his low voice and his effort to contain himself in front of you made your heart melt. He could be better, only if he tried.

"He can't weild a sword properly. He said he even ate demons."

"Don't you think it takes so much courage and strenght to do these things?"

Sanemi looked at you bewildered, his entire concept of strength crushing down inside his mind as you pointed out the obvious, the truth that was right in front of him but he was too blind, too caught up in his own world to see. He only sighed in defeat. His wife outsmarted him once again.

It was getting late and you still had to clean the table and tidy around before going to sleep. As you sat up and passed by him on your way, Sanemi caught you by the wrist. His gesture reminded you immediately of the previous moment when you almost slapped him, regret washing over you.

"Can I hold you for a moment?" He mumbled like a scolded child, not sure if he deserved it anymore. You pulled him in and his toned arms wrapped around your legs, his cheek pressed against your belly. You ran your hand through his hair as you felt the strong, almost desprate grip he had on you, like he was afraid you would leave. You didn't forgive him yet. But that could wait a few more moments. As his face nuzzled against the soft fabric of your clothes you realized he was still a big child in a man's body, unsure how to handle anything other than fighting.

"Sanemi." Contrary to the gentle touch of your fingers in his hair, your voice was stern. "Promise me you'll fix this when you come back."

He only nodded against your body before pulling away completely. Only after he was long gone you noticed the tears that left wet spots on your clothes.

next》》 Yearning | Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

a few words. l Joel Miller

Summary: words he didn't want you to hear

Warnings:  angst, unpleasant conversation, they move away from each other

A/N: nothing special. your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

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Tommy looked at his brother as if he was seeing him for the first time in his life. He hadn't expected this and was slowly regretting that he had shown up at the stables with a few bottles of beer that evening.

"You can't be fucking serious." he finally said.

The man who was sitting on a haystack by the wall seemed exhausted. His brown eyes were fixed on the horse in the opposite stall, the bottle in his big hands still full of beer.

"You slept with her?" Joel looked at him surprised. "What? Simple question. Did you sleep with her or not?"

Joel shook his head. "No."

"But you wish you did."

He looked down, but he couldn't lie to someone who knew him so well. Of course he thought about it. Most often when he was alone in the dark bedroom. Memories of every kiss, tender touch, moments when he held you in his arms - all of these haunted him like ghosts.

He was furious because he wanted more. He wanted to be alive again, to feel again. But should he?

"Joel, you've known each other for years, you live together. Why are you messing with her head if you don't want anything to do with her?"

"It's not like that, Tommy..." his voice was tired, barely audible. "Everything's different with her."

"So why don't you want to give it a chance?" Tommy took a sip of beer. "I don't get it. If you want to be with her, then be. Tell her how you feel and..."

"I'm too old for this!" Joel snapped. "She deserves better, and I can't give it to her."

"Bullshit!" Tommy muttered.

There was silence for a moment. The distant noises of the city settling in for the night drifted through the open stable door. Tommy sat down next to his brother, resting his arms on his knees.

"She's a really nice girl," he said. "I see how she looks at you, cares about you and Ellie. Do you really want to break her heart like that?"

"She's tough."

"Yes, she is."

"Are you going out?"

You were just putting a thermos with a hot drink and a couple of sandwiches into your backpack, you didn't even look up when Joel went down to the kitchen in the morning.

"Yeah. I'm going on patrol." you answered.

Joel frowned. "Our turn is tomorrow."

"I swapped with Paul. He'll go with you. You two get along."

An unpleasant shiver ran down his spine, his heart sped up. The backpack was almost ready, and you didn't seem in the mood for long conversations.

"I'd rather go with you." he grumbled, coming closer and clenching his hands on the back of the chair.

"A change will do you good. It'll do us good too."

"Have you talked to Tommy about this?"

You slung your backpack over your shoulder and looked him in the eye for the first time. He saw something strange in that look. A mixture of sadness, anger, and some kind of severity. You hadn't looked at him like that before.

"You'll probably talk to him yourself, right?" you said "I think..." your voice broke for a moment, but you quickly got back on track. "I think when I get back I'll ask Maria to find me another place to live."

"W-What? Why?"

"We both know why."

You adjusted your backpack and left the house. The world you had built had just collapsed.

"What the fuck was I supposed to do?"

"You could have not let her go!"

"She's an adult, Joel! She came last night, said she had already talked to Paul. I couldn't say no to her." Tommy put the crate in the storage room and looked at Joel.

He could see that his brother was furious and distraught. You usually went on patrols together, Joel didn't like you going out alone. Although he knew you would manage, he didn't fully trust others. Now he had completely lost control over anything.

Tommy looked at him with pity. "I think she must have heard us yesterday. Maria saw her in town, she was upset. Then she showed up at our place. I didn't ask, it's none of my business."

"You could have stopped her." Joel repeated quietly.

"And you could have kept her with you. But you chose not to."

He could.

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[syluslnd]

Just read House Of Cards and it got me good ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽ aksbsjsanoaksdjsnkasjian– *dead*

Anyways, can you make the continuation of that story?

(Tired of me being delusional so now it's his turn for him to be the one who is delusional)

From what I read, Sylus always in denial when his men sent every piece of her until the last moment he snapped. What if he goes back into being delusional then? That MC is still in bed with him. Or going to the arcade with her (clearly he go there alone because MC is ☠️)

How people inside there giving him a weird look because they see some disheveled man talking about he would buy the entire arcade (in the game. Canon.) for his beloved.

Thank you!! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

pt 2 to this story

house of cards;shattered

(note-It makes me so happy you liked it so much that you needed a continuation🥹thank YOU & I hope you really like this, kisses xx)

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The days following the discovery of your body were a blur for Sylus. The once-cold and calculating leader of Onychinus was unraveling at the seams, haunted by a rage so consuming that it drowned out everything else.

The names of the men responsible for your death, those who dared to touch what was his, had been whispered to him by his remaining loyalists like and kieran,sylus wasted no time tracking them down.

He wanted them alive. He wanted them to feel pain-slow, excruciating pain, the kind that would make them beg for death long before he was willing to grant them that mercy.

The first man was found in a decrepit building, hidden away like a rat. Sylus didn't speak as he dragged the man into the basement of one of Onychinus's many safehouses. There was no need for words.

He was beyond talking. His mind buzzed with one singular thought: revenge.

The man was tied to a chair, blood already trickling down his face from where Sylus had struck him. Sylus circled him slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. The cold gleam of his knife reflected in the faint light and the man whimpered, begging for mercy.

"I wonder” Sylus muttered under his breath, his voice low "how long it'll take for you to break."

With a quick flick of his wrist, he slashed the man's arm, drawing a deep line across the skin. Blood welled up instantly, dripping to the floor in steady, rhythmic beats. The man screamed but Sylus barely heard it. His eyes were cold, unfeeling, even as the man squirmed in his restraints.

One cut turned into two. Two turned into ten.

Sylus worked methodically, slicing deeper each time, his hand steady, his mind eerily calm. He didn't rush. He savored each scream, each pathetic whimper. The man's blood coated Sylus's hands but he didn't care. He wasn't thinking about anything but the pain he wanted to inflict. Pain for pain.

Blood for blood.

He broke the man's fingers, one by one, relishing the sickening snap of bone beneath his grip. The man's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. Sylus didn't stop. He wouldn't stop until every single one of them paid for what they had done to you.

By the time the man finally succumbed to the pain, falling limp in the chair, Sylus had carved his face beyond recognition. Blood pooled at Sylus's feet, staining the floor. He stood there, panting heavily, his body covered in the man's blood, his chest heaving. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough.

The second man suffered a worse fate. Sylus had perfected his technique by then. He used a blowtorch, searing the flesh from the man's arms and legs, watching as the skin blistered and peeled. The smell of burning flesh filled the room but Sylus didn't flinch.

His expression remained cold, detached, as if he were performing a routine task rather than torturing a man to death.

The man screamed so loudly that Sylus had to gag him but it didn't make a difference.

The man's eyes told him everything. He was terrified. Broken. A shell of what he had once been. Sylus took his time, dragging out the agony for hours, refusing to let the man pass out. When the man's legs were charred beyond repair, Sylus ended him with a single, swift cut to the throat.

But it still wasn't enough.

Each time he killed one of them, Sylus felt a strange emptiness settle over him. He had thought that their deaths would bring him peace. That they would give him closure. But all he felt was a gnawing, festering wound inside him—a hollow void that no amount of bloodshed could fill.

The final man was the one who had sent the message, the one who had orchestrated the whole thing. Sylus saved him for last. This time, he wasn't quick about it. He made sure the man felt every second of pain.

Sylus shattered his kneecaps with a crowbar, slowly, deliberately. The man writhed, trying to crawl away, but there was nowhere to go.

Sylus grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look up.

"You think you've won?" Sylus hissed, his voice shaking with fury. "You think taking her from me made you powerful?"

The man spat blood, laughing through the pain. "She...was just...a toy..to you..."

The words hit harder than any physical blow could. Sylus's vision blurred with rage. He drove the crowbar into the man's ribs, one after another, each crack echoing in the cold room. The man choked on his own blood, gasping for breath but Sylus didn't stop. He kept hitting. Kept swinging. Until the man was nothing but a bloody, broken mess on the floor.

Finally, when the last man was dead, Sylus stood over the carnage, his breathing ragged. His hands, arms, even his face were stained with blood. But as he stared at the bodies, at the destruction he had wrought, something inside him cracked.

He had avenged you. He had made them suffer. But why did it feel so... hollow?

Then, something strange happened. A thought—no, a delusion-began to take root in his mind. You weren't really gone. You couldn't be. You were too strong for that.

Too stubborn. This had all been some elaborate trick, a twisted game to test him.

That was it. You had never been dead.

He just... needed to find you.

The next day, Sylus was smiling, genuinely smiling for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He was covered in dried blood but that didn't bother him. None of that mattered. What mattered was that he was going to see you.

He walked through the streets of Onychinus with a spring in his step, ignoring the wide-eyed stares and gasps from the people around him. The blood that clung to his clothes and skin was irrelevant. He was happy. He was going to take you out, like you had wanted. You were waiting for him. You always waited for him.

Sylus reached the arcade, stepping through the entrance with a grin. The bright lights and sounds surrounded him but all he saw was you, standing at the claw machine. You were there. Of course, you were there. You'd always be there.

"There you are, kitten" he said, his voice soft, almost tender. "I told you l'd be back."

But the arcade had fallen into a stunned silence. People stopped in their tracks, staring in shock and horror at the blood-covered man standing in the center of the room, talking to... no one.

Sylus didn't notice. He walked toward the claw machine, where he could see you in his mind, laughing at your failed attempts. "Let me help you this time" he chuckled, reaching out as if to guide your hand but his fingers grasped only air.

A child whispered to their mother, "Mommy, why is he talking to himself?"

The mother pulled the child closer, her face pale as she hurried them out of the arcade.

More people began to leave, their eyes darting to Sylus in fear but he remained oblivious, lost in his own delusion.

He leaned against the claw machine, his bloodstained hand leaving a smear on the glass. "You always get so worked up over these games, sweetie" he teased, his voice dripping with affection. "But I always knew you could win if you just had a little patience."

A man behind the counter fumbled with his phone, clearly calling the authorities. His hands shook as he kept his distance, terrified of the blood-soaked maniac who was clearly not in his right mind.

Sylus's eyes sparkled with something close to joy. "You're laughing at me, aren't you?" he said, his tone playful. "I can't help it. I just missed you."

In his mind, you were there. Smiling.

Laughing. Perfect, as you had always been.

But the truth was a far darker reality. He was alone, talking to nothing but empty air, the ghost of your presence haunting his fractured mind and the onlookers could only watch, horrified, as Sylus-the feared, ruthless leader of Onychinus-spoke to someone who no longer existed.

The doors to the arcade opened and the authorities arrived. But Sylus didn't notice.

He was too busy laughing with you, too consumed by the fantasy he had created, a world where you were still alive, still with him.

In the end, the tragedy wasn't just that you were gone. It was that Sylus had lost his mind trying to keep you alive in his own twisted way.

and the reality, cold and unforgiving, was that nothing could bring you back.

[petalsthefish]

Genius

Summary:

After Lily breaks her iPhone, she finds herself at the Genius Bar on Valentines Day, and an old flame is there to help her in all things technology and romance.

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Marlene McKitten: babes you're missing out on blackberry margs!!

Lily Evans: I’m sorry! It was the only time I could schedule a time for my phone to get fixed!

Marlene McKitten: you just hate me, its okay, you can say it

Lily Evans: you’re a drama queen, Marlene McKinnon 

Marlene McKitten: you love me anyways…find me a hot date at the apple store so I can get discounts!!

Lily Evans: if I find a hot guy he’s mine for the night

Marlene McKitten: further proof that you hate me 

Lily Evans: I’m here. … Pray this doesn’t take five hours and I can come meet you for drinks. 

Marlene McKitten: how hard will it be to replace a screen? … I bet I could do it myself with youtube and a little superglue

Lily did not reply back to her friend, she didn’t have the heart to tell Marlene that superglue and youtube weren’t the answer for everything. Even if superglue had proven effective at keeping Lily’s favorite mug together after it broke in the dishwasher. 

Lily just couldn’t believe she was spending her free time at the Apple Store because she'd somehow cracked her phone screen. In all her years of owning a phone, of course it would be the most expensive phone she’d ever had that broke. Even her flimsy flip phone had been more sturdy than her iphone. 

“Hi, are you here for an appointment?” A scrawny kid about her age asked, holding the iPad too close to his face as he approached her near the front doors.

Lily nodded quickly. “Yeah, Lily Evans, for a screen repair.”

“Gotcha.” The kid's nametag read ‘Peter,’ and he barely looked up at her as he typed away on his screen. “I checked you in; just go wait at the Genius Bar.”

“Thanks.”

Lily maneuvered around the cramped store, sighing all the while as she made her way to the Genius Bar. It was rather depressing to be alone on Valentine's Day, but it was almost extra disappointing that she’d had to skip lunch with her girlfriends to come here. Lily couldn’t believe she was missing out on the tacos at Casa Grande, a tradition that went all the way back to Uni. She nervously picked at the crack on her screen, most annoyed that she’d somehow forgotten to add the screen protector when she got her new case two months ago. Another sigh escaped her lips before she finally took a look at her surroundings.

There were three boys at the counter, each of them so different from the other. The first, on Lily’s left, was a bloke with a leather jacket, emitting a touch of emo metal head from his persona. The one on the right definitely looked like he belonged at the Genius Bar in the Apple Store, thanks to his perfectly pressed sweater vest and nicely combed hair. The man leaning against the table opposite Lily, typing into his iPad, was a sporty-looking bloke wearing slacks with a rumpled button-down shirt.

She thought to herself, Actually, no, that sporty bloke looks really familiar… Oh. 

It hit her like a freight train. 

She couldn’t remember his name for the life of her, but he’d somehow gotten hotter in the year since they graduated from college. It’d been almost that much time since they’d danced at a party, stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom, and he’d fucked her on his bed. Not even a quick go. No, she had woken up in his bed to find his arms around her, her clothes all over the room, and her phone dead from going all night without a charger. 

He’d been such a gentleman when he woke up. He had practically stumbled over his words when he realized she was there, in his bed, naked with him. They had both been drunk, so even he admitted it had probably been a bad idea. They’d parted ways an hour later, Lily promising that she’d be okay to walk back to her dorm, and he had let her go so she assumed he really hadn’t wanted anything more than a once go in the sheets. 

More than once, she'd thought about this bloke, wondering what happened to him. 

His black hair was in a mess of waves around his head, and he didn't look up from his iPad as she stared in shock. She didn’t know what she’d say to him if they did make eye contact. The last thing she’d said to him was ‘thanks for the sex’ which somehow grew more and more embarrassing the longer she sat here and recalled it. She kept picturing his naked body in that bed in the morning. What would she say if he looked up right now and she was there remembering the contours of his body? 

Hi, I almost didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.  

She’d save that gem for later. 

Probably never. 

Lily felt disappointed as he walked away without looking up, disappearing through a door that likely led to the back. Her heart slowed in her chest, just slightly, but she felt like her throat was drier than the desert. She cleared it twice, earning a look from the guy in the sweater-vest, but he just went back to his task at hand.

Since the other two men at the Genius Bar were preoccupied, she took that to mean she was going to have to wait for help. She checked her Tumblr, finding nothing of consequence, just some idiots in her ask box telling her to eat dirt and choke on it. A usual occurrence on her blog thanks to internet trolls with nothing better to do than hate strong women like Taylor Swift and Captain Marvel. Lily was fully convinced people just liked to find something to complain about. She tried really hard not to complain or take anything a bunch of internet ghosts said to heart. She scrolled through her favorite Taylor Swift blog and saw there had been a new song mashup released. She wished she had brought her headphones so she could at least listen to the music while she waited.

London Boy crossed with This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things would be absolutely disastrous and she was here for it. She reblogged it for later, then exited out of the app, settling for people watching instead. 

Around her, couples were looking over new computers, AirPods, and various other electronics. All the girls wore really pretty dresses, and all the partners kept one firm arm around each other's waists. Lily’s dress was pretty too, and she played with the edges of the corset cut as she stared at the door through which the fit bloke had disappeared.

Had he spotted her and run? Did he remember her? Did he forget her? She wasn’t sure what would hurt her more, if he walked away because he saw her and remembered her, or if he walked away because he forgot about her.

Lily wasn’t a bragger, but she knew for a fact he had fun with her a year ago. She remembered enough of that night to know that he’d been really, really enjoying it. Not many men would get between her legs for her, and very few actually made her scream. No, he’d been one of two, and he’d been the best of all. 

Lily crossed her legs, trying to ignore the heat gathering on her face (and in other places) as she recounted that night. Sadly, her body wasn’t listening to her imploring thoughts. She felt like a damn animal in heat, the way her entire body was strung up, waiting for his reappearance. 

Beside her, the emo guy helping the old Lady change her voicemail sent her a sidelong glance randomly, and Lily felt a blush raise on her cheeks when his eyes grazed up and down her body as if he were checking her out. She didn’t drop his gaze, and instead offered him a smile. His gray eyes snapped back to the old lady and spoke to her in a smooth tone that didn’t seem the least bit flustered. 

She looked down at her candy-colored nails, the pink already chipping from scrubbing her hands too much at work. The phone on the table in front of her buzzed with a text from her girls' chat. Marlene sent a photo of a plate of tacos in the shape of a heart. Lily smiled and opened her phone, hearting the photo. As she did so, the grandmother finished her session and walked away, leaving the emo kid free. Lily looked up from her phone quickly, expecting him to turn to her, but instead, he had his back turned to her as he talked into his headset.

“No, I won’t stall for you—Prongs! Don’t argue with me.” He sounded stressed, as if whoever was on the other end was ruining his life. “Then get out here, you idiot.”

Whoever was on the other end was clearly addressing the whole store through that headset, as Lily witnessed the sweater vest-wearing, scrawny boy, and the long-haired brunette nearby all turning to send looks in Emo’s direction with raised brows. Lily couldn’t help but feel as if they were all looking at her too, despite her not being privy to the conversation happening.

“Hi,” someone touched Lily’s shoulder from behind, making her turn in surprise.

A baby-faced woman with bubblegum-pink hair smiled kindly. “Have you been checked in?”

“Oh,” Lily blinked owlishly, feeling stupid for thinking everyone was looking at her. “Uhm, yes, Lily Evans? Screen repair?”

“Our screen repair guy is stuck on the phone with a customer in the back,” she said cheerily, “but he should be out soon.”

“Oh, there’s a guy?” Lily said in surprise. “I thought screen replacements were kinda a universal genius bar thing.”

“Oh, we can all do it,” The girl’s name tag told Lily her name was Tonks, “but someone called dibs already.”

“Dibs?” Lily didn’t miss that Emo kid was cackling as he typed something into his iPad.

“Did I say dibs?” Tonks put a finger on her lips. “I meant he was assigned to you by the boss.”

“Who’s the boss?”

“He is.”

Suddenly, the door behind them slammed open, and a body stumbled out quite dramatically. Lily perked up at the sight of the familiar form. Sporty boy was back! His black hair was even more wild around his head, as if he’d been running his fingers through it non-stop since he’d disappeared. His glasses were skewed too, but it only made him so much more attractive, to see how flustered he was.

Tonks peered around Lily’s shoulder, her pink hair falling into her eyes. “Smooth entrance, Potter.”

“Thanks for holding down the fort, Nymphadora,” Potter said. “I can take her from here.”

Lily’s eyes traced his tall form, realizing it had been a long time since she’d been able to admire it. When her gaze returned to his face, her eyes met brown orbs that looked delighted to know she’d been openly checking him out. Lily’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. She brushed nervously at her red curls, biting her lip as James waltzed over to her at the bar, leaning against it so he was only a foot or so away from her.

“Hi,” his voice was smooth, like an ASMR streamer. “I’m James Potter.”

“Hi,” she almost choked on her own spit. “Hi.” 

James’ fingers trailed along the edge of the bar, casual yet deliberate, as he said, “I heard you rang for a genius?”

Lily’s mouth quivered when she heard Tonks sigh loudly. The emo guy slammed his palm against his head, as if James had embarrassed them all. Sweater vest physically gagged. James just kept smiling at her though, as if he could tell she was attracted to him regardless of his cheesy pickup lines. And it was true, she was. 

“I heard you are the only one in this store who can help me,” Lily flirted, watching his eyes light up at the challenge. “I had no idea you were so important.”

“Me either, to be honest.” He placed his chin on his hand, supported by his elbow against the bar. “What was your name again?”

Lily tucked her hair behind her ear. “Lily Evans? We met about a year ago at a party.”

His eyes seemed to sparkle as he replied smoothly, “Oh, I remember how we met, it was just your name that escaped me last year.”

The blush was uncontrollable now as she reached out a hand for him to shake. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“You have no idea how nice it is to see you again.” James’ grin grew wider. “And on Valentine's Day, no less.”

"I know how to make an entrance." She managed weakly. 

James' eyes were molten gold mixed with green flecks, "you sure do, especially in that dress." 

“Get a room,” the guy in the sweater vest muttered.

“How about yours, Remus?” James shot back, a bite in his tone.

Remus pretended to be interested in his customer's macbook in response. When Lily looked back at James, she felt a punch to the gut as she saw nothing but pure lust in his eyes. She could practically pinpoint where his mind had dropped, thanks to his eyes staring at her breasts, which were practically popping out of the corset cut top of her dress. 

“Like what you see?” She asked boldly. 

"Yes." He cleared his throat, and her eyes dropped to his mouth when he licked his lip and then curled the edges up to smile confidently.

Hazel eyes.

His eyes were hazel, and she’d forgotten that, so now all her memories were being replayed with coy hazel eyes that undressed her without even trying. He wasn't even trying to hide it, especially not right now. 

“Well, what can I help you with today?” James asked, breaking her concentration on his eyes. 

Dinner. She thought desperately. A quick go in the back of the storage room. Instead she offered, “I think I cracked my phone screen.”

James looked down at the phone in question. Lily picked it up, popping off the blue protective case in one fluid motion, before handing it to him. She fiddled with the case as he turned the phone over in his hands once. 

“And you’re sure it’s not just the screen protector?”

Lily shook her head no, “I tried to pull it off, twice, but couldn't get it, so I’m pretty sure I forgot to put the protection screen thing on when I got my new case.”

“Oh Lily,” James clucked his tongue, “always use protection.”

Oh, that was the wrong thing to say. 

Her brain immediately fluttered into the pit of her stomach with ideas of all the things they could do with protection. God, she hadn’t been so turned on since the last time he’d gotten her into bed with him…only this time it was daylight and she hadn’t had a single thing to drink. 

Pure thoughts, Lily Evans. She thought. He’s just a guy. A hot, cool, incredibly charming guy. Fuck it, I’m screwed.   

James casually picked at her phone screen, seemingly ignoring the desire flickering in her eyes as he remarked, “The glass shouldn’t stick up like that; I think it’s just a screen protector.”

“I really don’t think–”

Watching in mortification, Lily winced as he used his thumbnail to pry at the glass. Suddenly, a sound of unsticking reached her ears as he removed a screen case from her phone's actual glass. Redness flooded her face for an entirely different reason. She’d been a total, utter, helpless idiot for bringing her phone here.

It hadn’t been broken at all. 

“Oh my god,” she whispered, “Oh, no, no, no, no!! I am such an idiot.”

“No!” He quickly reassured her, “You’re not an idiot!”

Lily felt herself spiraling with embarrassment, realizing she just hadn’t pulled hard enough to separate the sticky tape from the glass. “I swear—I tried so hard—I thought it was the screen.”

His thumb brushed the side of her wrist in comfort, but instead of soothing her, it sent a wave of shame coursing through her stomach. “It’s an honest mistake; it was securely fastened.”

“Yeah,” she squeaked, noticing he had leaned closer over the counter, now mere inches from her face.

“Seriously,” he seemed so amused, and that only humiliated her further, “it’s fine, I won't even charge you.” 

She didn’t know if she’d ever felt more stupid, and in front of the hottest guy she knew, too. “I’m really sorry for wasting your time.” He searched her face as if seeking something within it. Lily withdrew her hand from his shyly and then grabbed her phone. “I’ll just go, thank you, um, bye.”

Trying to escape the awkward situation, she hurried out, acutely aware of the stares from those around them who had witnessed the embarrassing exchange. She slipped her unprotected phone under the strap of her dress and brushed her hair behind her ears as she rushed to her car in the parking lot.

“Dumb, stupid, idiot.” she muttered over and over to herself, repeating the whole scene in her head. “How did you graduate college with a science degree, but you can’t even pull a fucking phone condom off.” 

She reached her car in record time, the lingering sense of humiliation mingling with a cocktail of other emotions churning in her gut. Her plan now was simple: she would rendezvous with her friends at the taco place and immerse herself in a flight of margaritas. Maybe if she got intoxicated enough, she could erase this entire fiasco from her memory. As she finished flinging her bag onto the console of the passenger seat, she heard footsteps approaching from behind.

Turning abruptly, she was startled to find James from the Genius Bar standing there, a friendly smile gracing his features. “Hey, Lily.” 

“Hi,” she managed, her voice high-pitched from her embarrassment. 

HIs eyes dropped to the phone, precariously held between her pale skin and tiny spaghetti thick dress strap. “Why do girls stuff everything right there?”

Lily looked down at her phone and then back up to him, feigning tucking her hands into the folds of her dress skirt, “most girls clothes don’t have pockets–so we improvise.” 

“Interesting.” He then asked promptly, “Did you know that I worked here?”

“No,” she swore, as the wind made her skirts gather around her legs, “I swear, I had no idea.”

A light flickered in his eyes, “that’s a shame.”

“Why a shame?”

“I was hoping you made up that entire thing about the glass cracking just to talk to me.” He grinned. “But you genuinely thought it was broken, didn’t you?”

“You were hoping I was lying?” Lily blinked owlishly at him, “really?”

He lifted a lunchbox in his hand, smiling awkwardly. “I only have an hour for lunch; why don’t we catch up, and we can talk about what I was hoping for.”

“What?” Lily asked, not comprehending anything because her hormones were cheering excitedly.

“Sorry,” he tucked the lunchbox behind his back again, “did you not want to eat with me? I think I may have gotten mixed signals from you back in the store…”

“Eat with you?” she repeated. “ With you?”

“I know it’s been a while,” he was rambling, “I know we aren’t even like–friends–but you showed up and I–I nearly had a heart attack seeing you again. A heart attack in the good way–not a bad way. You are definitely good. All good. So good.”

Lily still had one hand on her car door, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to find the words. “I–I’m an idiot who can’t tell the difference between a screen cover and a phone screen…and you want to have lunch with me?”

James shrugged, “despite working at the genius bar–” Lily offered him a snort of amusement, “--I prefer idiots, don’t you?”

“You're not an idiot,” Lily said, motioning to all of him, “you’re–you’re that .”

“Eloquent,” his smile was so wide, his eyes crinkled at the edges. “But I’m 100% just as much an idiot as you.”

“How so?”

“I was an idiot for ever letting you go without a number to text you at.” 

She felt her stomach erupt with pleasant butterflies. “What?”

James looked down at her body, then back up at her eyes with a coy wink. “Truthfully, I've been wondering where you disappeared to for a year now and would really like to catch up. I’d also really love your number, for your working phone, just in case you ever need a genius to fix it again. Is that okay?”

Lily felt like she might be dreaming. She pinched her arm. It hurt. Thank god. “This isn’t a joke, right?”

“No,” James walked forward, almost flush with her person now. “I do love a good joke, though.”

“Really?” He was so close, she could count the tiny freckles dotting his tan nose. 

James' hand brushed her arm, sending shivers racing up it. “What’s the best book to read while eating breakfast?”

Lily felt a smile replacing her confused expression as she leaned up on her tiptoes, allowing his free hand to cup her chin. “What book?”

“Much Ado About Muffin.”

"You're right, you are an idiot." She rolled her eyes, but her tone was flirtatious, "a really, really cute idiot."

"They'll hire just about anyone to work the Genius Bar these days." 

Lily didn’t wait anymore; she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him down, letting her lips muffle his laughter.

She could still feel his smile through the kiss though, even when he opened his mouth to taste her with an eager fever she had forgotten about. She kissed him back harder, especially when she heard his lunch bag fall to the ground near their feet, and both his hands grabbed hold of her long hair to keep her firmly attached. He tasted like mint gum, like he'd just been chewing it before coming to find her. Like he'd planned for this exact scenario to happen. 

She almost swooned at the thought. 

Finally, what felt like only a second later, he broke off the kiss. When her eyes opened, she saw nothing but him, and that only made her smile grow wider. His hands remained in her hair, but he tugged them forward to cup her cheeks, bringing the red strands with him. 

“So,” he said somewhat breathlessly, “lunch date?”

"What'd you have in mind?"

"Calling out of work, taking you home, and ordering pizza for a long movie we won't watch." 

Lily stepped forward, about to kiss him again for suggesting it, but then she felt her chunky heel step on something, and a resounding crack filled the air. Lily thought it might be the lunch bag he’d dropped, and for just a second she hoped, but whatever was under her foot was smaller. She looked down, face white, and all she saw were broken bits of glass under her heel. Her heart plummeted from its high as she stared down at her broken phone. 

“I broke my phone,” she realized, lifting her foot to show a screen in tiny bits and pieces. “Oh my god, I really broke it this time.”

James untangled himself from her and leaned down, picking it up carefully, and they watched as it disintegrated into multiple pieces in his hand. His eyes lifted from the phone to her. She stared back at him. Lily fell against her car, pressing her hands into her hair as she processed her disbelief. James' mouth was partially open, like she'd just stunned him to silence. 

“I can’t believe this!” she half laugh, half cried, while wiping her eyes. "I can't fucking believe this!"

Then, James doubled over with laughter, weeping from the irony of it all. Lily crossed one leg over the other as she laughed too, her head rolling back against her car. Passerby in the parking lot shared attempts like they were lunatics for laughing so hard. It only made them laugh harder.

"What am I going to do?" Lily cried, her side in stitches. "Oh god, I haven't even paid that phone off yet!"

"I can't believe you broke it!" James wiped the tears from his eyes, "oh my god, your luck!"

"Oh fuck," Lily pressed a hand to her forehead, "I don't know why I'm laughing, this is actually so bad, I need my phone for work."

James walked forward to plant a firm kiss on her mouth before reminding her, “Don’t worry, you know a genius who can fix it.”

~~~

+44 7123 456789: Lily??? Are you Alive??? Your bedroom doors been shut since yesterday?? have you even been home???

Lily Evans: holy shit I am so sorry, who is this? I have a new phone and forgot to switch my contacts over from the cloud

+44 7123 456789: ....Marlene....HOW BROKEN WAS YOUR PHONE??? It was a scratch the last time I saw it??

Lily Evans: funny story...

Marlene McKitten: where are you?!

Lily Evans: do you remember that one time I got super drunk at a party and woke up in a hot guys bed?

Marlene McKitten: ya...why?

Lily Evans: I'm currently in his bed right now 

Marlene McKitten: ??? get home right now or so help me god I'm tracking your phone and coming to you 

Lily Evans: save yourself a drive and meet us at the Genius Bar, he's taking me over there to fix my old computer I thought was broken. 

Marlene McKitten: ?????????????

[mildlymortified]

Some Moreau smut bc im obsessed with the sad fish man.

NSFW, 18+ MINORS DNI

Breeding kink, praise kink, Afab reader, masturbation, and pregnancy mention

Barely heard above the creaky mineshaft’s Moreau’s panting caught your ear. You curse yourself for being so late to assist him, you must be a terrible assistant! Then, through breathy huffs, he calls your name. Hurrying around the corner to your boss, the scene makes the world come to a halt around you. 

Your Lord, leaned into the wall illuminated by his small television. Chest heaving, sweat beading off his face, breath ragged, and hands clasped around…his cock. The indecent sight sent chills up your spine, eyes fixed on his mutated member, pearled and throbbing with small tendrils swirling about the base. You go hot as he mutters your name once more, still ignorant to your gaze. You don't know how long you’ve been staring, a moment or an eternity before the bag of supplies you had fetched slipped your grasp and broke Moreau’s self imposed bliss. 

Your eyes meet, abject horror on his face, your heart still pounding from the sight. “W-wait! You- you weren’t supposed to- i- i didn't,” He hurried to conceal himself and stammered in panic. 

“I’m sorry- I didn't mean to intrude my Lord!” You sputter, bowing to him. “I just- i thought you called for me-” you cover your mouth with your hand and avert your gaze, the heat on your face feeling as if you may burst into flames, free hand nervously gripping at your skirt. 

“Pl-please, don’t…don’t h-hate me…” He pleaded, looking like he may fall to his knees at any moment. You finally returned your eye at the mention of hatred, his eyes were welled with tears, terror plain on his face. You were the only person not afraid or cruel to him, he couldn’t lose you! How could he mess this up so badly? To let his impulses ruin the one good thing he had? 

“No, no no, i could never,” you reached toward him, you had been the one to intrude on his privacy, you should be the one apologizing! Your hand lightly met his cold forearm. Wet and lightly coated in a slime coat, like touching a catfish. Your face must’ve been redder than a beet by now. “I…Had no idea that you…” you struggled to find the words. Love seemed too strong, Oh, how you wanted it to be love.

His slender webbed fingers wrapped around your hand, desperate for connection. His eyes were fixed on your face, searching for any trace of disgust or anger. The only thought you had was how those fingers were just on himself. 

“Real…really? You m..mean it? You don't…hate me?” His lips twitched, like he was fighting back breaking into a sob. 

“Of course not…” you breathed out like a sigh. You rubbed circles into his arm with your thumb as you spoke. You opened your mouth to speak before stopping yourself. Moreau seemed to notice, shrinking away at your hesitation, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. You tightened your grasp on him, laying your free hand atop his already resting on your hold of him. “Did you…want any help?” you tentatively asked, glancing down at the bugle that had been caged behind those worn pants. 

“I-i-i don't have any experiments today-” he turned away and shrank from you as he stammered.

“That isn’t what I meant.” Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears. His eyes timidly met yours once more, searching for something. Surely, you weren’t offering help with that , right? His pretty, sweet, perfect assistant, offering herself to him physically was only something that could happen in a fantasy. He’s dreaming. He had to be. “Lord-.....Salvatore?” His name on your lips made his skin tingle. 

“You d-don’t have t-to, i w-would never pressure you,” He blurted, shaking his head. Surely you must feel this is part of your duties. His siblings were horrible to their help, surely you must believe he’ll punish you if you didn’t offer yourself. 

“I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn't want to.” you murmur, eyes averted. Salvatore was beyond bewildered, your blush finally clicking in his head, the shakiness in your stance, the quick glances. None of that was fear, was it? In his wildest dreams he would never have believed this could happen to someone, something like him. 

“You…you are certain?” he asked, still unable to accept that this angel in front of him would wish to touch him too. 

You pull from him, and for a moment he feels as if heaven has slipped away from him. Nervously you fidget with your skirt. “Absolutely.” you answer, staring him dead in the eye, careful to make sure there could be no hesitation taken from your answer. His heart warms, panting once more from excitement, his hands opening and closely, unable to find a suitable way to busy them. 

“Would you…like to undress me?” You turn your head, still glancing toward Salvatore shyly. He straightened slightly at the question, you forget just how much taller than you he really is when he isn't curled in on himself.

He nodded excitedly, “Y-yes, i w-would.” he mumbled, hands ghosting over you as if you might disappear if he touched you. His breath quickened, anticipation coursing over him. Your hands met his and slowly guided him toward the busk of your stays. With gentle motion he freed your chest from the support, a sigh leaving your lips at the release of pressure. The item fell to the floor, and your hands pulled him into you. Wrapping his hands to the tie of your overskirt, coming undone with only a pull of a string and crumpling around your feet. Next to your blouse, pulled up and over your head, mussing your hair to fall in just the right way. Just down to your shift, Salvatore looked you over, the loose linen hugging your body in just the perfect way. 

He leaned into you, hot breath hitting the exposed skin of your collar and sending tangles all the way through you. He let his hands wander you, like seeing a work of art and pressing his body to you. Your heat warming him, and your own hands creeping up his leather cloak. He bristled as you began to remove the shroud.

“W-wait.” he grabbed your arm before you could reveal the rest of his body. Looking at him the unmistakable sight of fear on his mutated features. You gather enough boldness to lean into him, connecting your lips to his in a gentle kiss. You broke it gently, nuzzling softly into him.

“Nothing I could see under this could make me change my mind about this,” you purr into his clammy skin. He leans his forehead against yours, happily met with your smile. “I…I love you.”

Salvatore’s eyes go wide, he looks like he might cry again. “You…m-mean it? You r-really?” you silence him with another sweet kiss 

“I would never lie to you,” you assure, “truthfully, you aren’t the only one who’s had these fantasies…I’ve done the same to myself at the thought of you…” As you speak you slide the cloak from him, revealing his hidden masses of boils and eyes, parts of him he always kept hidden. Salvatore seems to have not noticed, starstruck by your sweet words. Even in his crafted fantasies did he imagine you pinning after him silently. 

“I l-love y-y-you too” he finally stammers out, happy tears finally falling from his eyes. You wipe them from his face and he grapes the hem of your shift, and pulls it up and over your head, to be tossed aside. Now bare aside from stockings and boots the cold air of the mines nips at your tender skin. Salvatore’s cold hands don't help the goosebumps in the cold’s wake popping up on you, leaving you a shuttering mess. 

His hands settle on your breast, nipples already cold and sensitive from the temperature. His fingers tease the buds, bringing out sweet mewling from your lips. Your sounds were so much sweeter in person than his head, sending a rush better than anything else he could remember experiencing. Emboldened by your cries, he leaned down and lapped his flat, hot tongue against your flesh. The shivers he has you called a proper moan from your throat. You involuntarily buck your hips at him, hands desperately roaming lower and lower on his body. Before you knew it you were palming him over his pants. 

His inhuman rumbling at your touch did more for you than you’d like to admit, if this foreplay kept up like this you may just go mad. As if he was reading your mind, Salvatore dropped slowly to his knees, pushing your body against the mine’s wall. “S-salvat- Oh!” your question was silenced before it could fully form by that same hot muscle hitting your sex. You spread slightly to allow him access to you, having your leg scooped up by him and rested over his shoulder. 

His tongue stirred your insides, rearranging anything in its path, dripping sloppily from the mixture of your juices and Salvatore's saliva. Oh was your taste devine on his tongue. He could drink you forever. You twitched and writhed as he worked you, his name spilling from your lips, sweet words muttered in the throws of passion. “Oh, Salvatore..oooh, yes, oh that feels amazing…Ahh, yeees,” 

“You..like t-that? I’m d-doing good?” he pulled from your needy cunt with pleading eyes. 

“Oh, yes, my love,” you cooed, stroking his head. Those words seemed to lift him higher than the clouds. “Please, Salvatore, don't stop,”

With that encouragement he stared back at pleasing you, and pulling more shameless sounds and praises from you. This must be heaven, he must’ve died and this is heaven. What he did to get here, he had no clue. Your fingers held his head between your legs, moaning for him. 

“Oh, Salvatore, oh yes just like that, please my love, please don't stop.” Your pleas are nearly enough to send him over the edge on their own. Your belly twisted, that knot that he’d carefully been building was ready to snap. Your pleas quickend, graping at anything your hands could reach, pleas, praises and cries melding together as you came undone by him. Your legs quaked and gave out under you, sliding down in front of him into the puddle you had made. 

He was quick to fuss over you, afraid he’d hurt you. Your blissed expression making him freeze, your hand stroking his face. Panting, your eyes explored him, landing on that bulge you had continued to neglect. You crawled on shaky legs, still humming and buzzing from your climax, ready to return the favor. Salvatore watched in amazement as your perfect body crawled into his lap, like a succubus with lust filled eyes. Your hands fumbled with his pants, half trying to undress and half trying to continue to rub on his cock. “Please, my darling, let me taste you too.” you beg, igniting a frantic undressing of his lower half from your lover. 

Once freed, you gaze upon it again. It was a healthy girth and length and wonderfully textured. Secreting its own fluid that makes it slick to the touch, you quiver at the thought of it inside you. You wrap your fingers around the base, pumping slowly and trailing soft, sweet kisses up its length. The sounds Salvatore makes make you purr against him. Once thoroughly kissed and stroked, you opened your mouth and engulfed him. He tasted like brine, good thing you’d always preferred salted snacks. You let your tongue explore all the different textures he had to offer, slick, studded, ribbed, everything a girl could ask for all in one. 

His long clawed flingers petted at your head, wanting desperately to thrust into your throat, quelled by the fear he’d harm you. You dipped deeper and deeper with each bob of your head, pulling growls and praises from the mutated man. You nearly made it to the base when you gaged on his length and had to pull back to breath. Salvatore immediately began to panic, fearing he must’ve done something wrong, or that he must taste disgusting. All those fears were put away by those still bliss filled eyes, a smile clear on your face, panting with this cock resting on your cheek. An image he would never believe he'd witness. 

“Please…S-Salvatore…” You twisted around, rolling back and pulling a leg up to display yourself, your cunt dripping with need. “Please take me, i need you,” 

Without hesitation he scrambled on top of you, pulling at your legs with surprising strength. Any lingering doubts had been snuffed out, he was acting on pure desire now. Burning himself deep in you, stretching and burning you from the inside. A fiery pleasure sending shakes through your limbs,grasping desperately to cling onto your love. He held himself deep for a moment, shuttering from your walls, squeezing him and pulling him deeper. Lewd sounds escaped you between a flurry of kisses, the both of you lost in passion. His claws dug into your soft flesh and he pounded, a merciless pace he wasn’t going to let up on any time soon. He’d been kept on the edge for far too long. He needed release, he’ll go mad without it. 

The brutal way he was handling you, roughly pulling on you, digging in his nails and surely bruising your thighs, ass and cervix with his lust. The rearranging of your insides of coiling again, and fast. You didn’t care how loud you were screaming, even if someone heard you deep down here, you wouldn’t care. The pressure was coming to a head fast, screaming his name as he pushed you over again, a hard and fast gush of liquid soaking both of you and drawing out a wild lust filled roar from Salvatore. 

“Yess, yes my dearest, oh, you feel like heaven,” your hands frantically exploring his body.”Please, please shape me only to you, i love you, i want to be yours,” Sweet words and promises spilled like water from your lips. The coil was tightening again already, you swore you’d go insane from his unrelenting rutting. He pulled you legs up and put his weight on the back of your knees, effectively pushing you into a full breeding press under him. Your hands cupped his face, heads pressed together, eyes locked in lust. 

“I-i cant h-hold it much l-longer,” he pleaded desperately, you bit your lip in response humming and wrapping a hand behind his head.

“Finish inside me,” you beg. Salvatore's eyes go wide, shocked but not uneager to oblige. 

“But…w-what if y-you..”He laid his head into your chest as he thrusted away. 

“I don't care,” you moan, “I want it inside, i want you to fill me, if i get pregnant i'll happily have your baby,” You don’t care how desperate and shameless you sound anymore. Those words send him over the edge, pushing himself as far in as he could, pumping loads of built up semen into you. You feel yourself expand with every throb, legs shaking around him. Between heavy pants you mutter, “I love you, so much Salvatore…”

As he softened and slipped from inside you, the dam of cum broke, flowing like a river between your legs. 

You felt a sob rack from Salvatore, bringing you back to reality. You pulled away, cupping his face, wiping the streaming tears from his face. You shushed and soothed him, stroking his head, very concerned you’d offended him somehow. “I…i…i l-love you…”He muttered into your skin.

“I love you too. what's wrong,my love?” You coo, peppering kisses along his cheek and shoulder. 

“I…i…” He quickly shuffled away, grabbing a bucket kept nearby and retching into it. You  crawled to his side, continuing to lovingly stroke him. He looked afraid again, like none of the sweet things you’d told him were ever said, wiped away by his affliction. “I’m s-sorry,” he choked and sobbed. 

“Oh, Love…” You snuggled into his side, wrapping your arms around his. “I’ve seen you sick before, you won’t scare me away that easily,” you tease lightly. His hands shook, nuzzling down into your hair.

“D-did…did you m-mean what you said?” He questioned meekly. Searching you for disgust once again, hoping all those lovely words weren’t just heat of the moment. 

“I would never lie to you, Salvator.” you smile up at him. 

He happily held you into him, dreaming of keeping you, of seeing this love filled face he’d dreamed of, and maybe, just maybe, the family he’d dreamed of.

[maelstroms-blog]

Beach day [sort of]

Since Dream came back into his life, their meetings usually occurred at night. It made sense really, once Hob discovered his partner’s role. Though night was his busiest time, Dream still found time to come to Hob. He would have been more flattered, if Dream didn’t seem intent on scaring him to death. [Again]. You would think an immortal would get used to his partner materialising out of thin air.

Nope. And he was certain Dream was enjoying himself. A tiny twitch of his lips the only sign.

‘You’re a bastard, you know that?’ Hob gasped after the latest scare. He was in his bathroom, shirtless, brushing his teeth, and getting ready for bed. [Seemed counterintuitive for Morpheus, of all people, to interrupt]. Dream, standing in the doorway, didn’t react. Instead, he ran his dark gaze up and down, taking in every inch of Hob’s exposed skin. Hob, in response, broke out into goosebumps.

‘Oh?’ Dream finally said, his voice was low but it reverberated around his flat, settling into Hob’s bones,

‘Shall I take my leave then?’ he turned as if to leave, Hob rolled his eyes at his dramatics,

‘I’m sure you’re going to leave,’ placing his toothbrush in his cup, he yawned, stretching his arms above his head, with a quick scratch of his chest, he felt eyes following his movements, settling on his bare chest once again.

‘And I shall go to bed, alone. With nothing but my cold sheets for comfort,’ he glanced over. Dream, now hidden in the shadows, stared at him hungrily. His silence was answer enough.

‘You know,’ Hob began, lips twitching, ‘For the supposed Prince of Stories, you sure are easy to read.’

Dream said nothing, just stared with his shiny eyes. For a second, he watched Dream arch a regal eyebrow, a small hum leaking from his mouth,

‘If you truly believe that,’ a pale hand reached up, beckoning him with slender white fingers, ‘Then guess what I am thinking.’

Hob didn’t need to; he was thinking the exact same thing. Accepting the outstretched hand, a thrill shooting through him at the cold touch, he closed the distance between him.

‘Like I said,’ his voice low, ‘A bastard.’

Dream lowered his eyelids, staring at him through his thick lashes, or more accurately, his lips. Hob didn’t keep him waiting. He pressed his lips against the Dream king’s. Though they were cold, almost like ice, they were soft as silk, opening eagerly at Hob’s touch. He was gentle, still mindful of Dream’s trauma, the last thing he wanted to do was overwhelm him. Hob was a patient man, he waited six centuries, he didn’t mind waiting six more. Dream, on the other hand, had no such qualms. How did Hob know this? From the teeth nibbling at his bottom lip. He let out a gasp, both from shock and pleasure, leaning further into Dream’s touch.

Dream was the first one to stop, he pulled away with a frown. Hob’s heart thudded in his chest; did he overstep? Dream poked out his tongue, a pretty pink thing, and wetted his lips,

‘Hob Gadling, why do your lips taste of mint?’

Hob wiped at his mouth, a strip of toothpaste foam sticking to his arm hair. Hob tried to explain but couldn’t stop giggling at Dream’s face. Pouting, as usual, face twisted as the minty taste invaded his senses.

‘Sorry, love,’ he gestured at the bathroom, ‘You did capture me at an awkward time.’

Dream tilted his head, ‘You are preparing for bed’

Hob nodded, hoping he wasn’t discouraged.

‘I see, well, the last thing I want to do is to prevent a dreamer from entering my realm,’ he turned. Hob tried, and failed, to hide his disappointment. But with every low, came a heart stopping high, as the Dream king, Hob’s lover, stopped at his bedroom door, looked back at him with his heavy-lidded gaze, and shed his coat in one fluid movement.

‘Luckily, I am here to give you a personal escort.’

Hob caught as quick glance of marble white skin before it disappeared into the darkness. Hob banged his knee in his hurry to follow, only realising the next morning when a dark bruise blossomed on his skin.

Hob went about his day, lighter than air, embodying every romantic cliché. Staring off into the distance, sighing at nothing, and his face ached from the amount of smiling. His students were quick to notice, because of course they did, gossiping loudly during class about, in their words, ‘the professor’s goth twink.’

Despite himself, Hob snorted. He wondered about saying it to Dream’s face, would it be worth seeing Death in response? He shook the traitorous thought from his mind, thinking instead of tonight’s meeting, he wanted to do something special. Perhaps he would cook for Dream. He would refuse of course, preferring to keep his wan look.

He shook his head, fondly. Dramatic bastard.

He would find something though, something the Dream king would devour. Sweets were always a safe bet, in particular, cake. Hob knew just the place. He went straight there after his lecture, and soon, his arms were laded with all kinds of pastries. He would find one Dream liked, even if it killed him. [lol]

As he made his way home, he found himself passing by the beach. The sound of waves crashing against the sand was music to his ears. Perhaps he would bring Dream here someday. He would have to talk him out of his all-black ensemble. Hob blushed at the thought.

‘I would not need to change my attire.’

Hob, having fought many battles and witnessed many atrocities, screeched. He screeched like he was being murdered, again. [Long story]. The boxes tumbled to the ground, Dream, the smug looking cat, just stared at him.

Hob stared back, eyes wide, and clutching his chest,

‘Why?’ he asked, trying to catch his breath. Dream didn’t even blink,

‘Do I need a reason?’

‘For making me jump out of my skin, I would hope so,’ Hob squatted down, gathering up his purchases. Dream, sensing Hob’s irritation, lowered himself to help.

‘It was not my sole intention,’ Dream said, keeping his gaze low, ‘To terrify you.’

Hob scoffed, ‘You didn’t terrify me, you just gave me a startle,’

Dream raised an eyebrow, and then, perhaps remembering his ‘startled’ sound, looked away. He merely hummed in response. It could have been Hob’s imagination but he was certain he saw a twitch of his rosebud lips.

‘So, why did you startle me? Is something wrong?’

Dream said nothing, toying with the ribbon around the cake box, uncharacteristically hesitant,

‘Nothing is wrong, I merely…found myself with time and…,’ he kept his eyes down, never blinking,

‘I…I wanted to see you.’

Hob, surprised at his emotional, albeit, stilted answer, smiled.

He once told Dream, after he revealed the reason for missing their 1986 meeting, that he could visit him anytime for any reason. Day or night, it didn’t matter. Since then, Dream favoured the late evening/nights. Pride swelled in his chest, pride for his friend for admitting to something he wanted. He reached out, slowly, then seeing no protest, cupped his cheek.

‘Thank you for coming to see me,’ he leaned forward, looking him right in his shiny blue eyes, ‘I am happy to see you, truly.’

He meant every word, and Dream knew it, leaning into his touch and closing his eyes,

‘Even when I ‘startle’ you?’

Hob chuckled, ‘I suppose that’s the risk I take, falling in love with the king of Nightmares.’

Hob didn’t realise what he said, not until Dream’s eyes shot open, staring at Hob in disbelief, Hob, for once, was lost for words.

‘What did you say?’

‘Uhh….,’ Hob’s mind went blank, Dream continued to stare, waiting for an answer,

‘No, you know what? It’s true,’ and then, channelling 1386 Hob, the one that openly defied Death, [he fully apologized later], he grabbed Dream’s hands.

The cakes lay forgotten.

‘Dream, I love you, I don’t know when I realised it, maybe, deep down, I always knew. You’ve seen me at my highest and my lowest, and you didn’t think any less of me. You cared enough to advise me and to look after me,’ he glanced down at their joined hands, running his thumb over an unblemished palm,

‘You are sweet, brave, intelligent, and a dramatic wet cat of a man,’ he felt Dream stiffen, but carried on,  

‘And, I can’t imagine not having you in my life.’

Silence fell over them like a blanket, doing little to smother the rapid heartbeat in Hob’s ears. Dream was quiet, he was still there, evident by their joined hands,

‘Hob Gadling?’ the question was soft, and yet, it rang in Hob’s ears,

‘I feel the same way.’

Hob’s head shot up, fast enough for it to hurt. Dream was looking at him, his gaze penetrating but tender. A soft blush had risen to his pale cheeks, and his lips half open, words paused on his tongue.

‘I had a plenty of time to think, when I was…,’

Hob didn’t need him to elaborate, he lifted their hands, pressing his lips to Dream’s hands, rewarded with a small smile.

‘In that time, I thought of many things, my subjects, my realm, people I’ve loved, people I’ve hurt,’ his hands tightened around Hob’s, ever so slightly,

‘You were right, I was-am a prideful creature, and at our 1886 meeting. I was…lonely, and you saying it, out loud, it was jarring. I was…am lonely, and…and I have been for a long time.’

He loosened a hand, reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind Hob’s ear,

‘You-You see me, truly, see me. Not as an endless, or a god, or a monster…you see me as me,’ his voice dropped an octave, barely higher than a whisper. Hob heard it, he heard every word.

‘You’ve seen me, and you are not unnerved or repulsed. You are…loving, to the point of reverence,’ he gently cupped Hob’s face, raising it so they gazed into each other’s eyes,

‘I know you love me, and I love you too.’

Hob couldn’t believe it, he didn’t blink or breathe, scared of breaking the illusion, or dream. No, it was real. He knew from the stinging in his eyes and the cold lips pressed against his. Hob wasted no time in reciprocating.

‘I didn’t want to tell you like this,’ Hob admitted between kisses, ‘So soon after you got back, I didn’t want to overwhelm you,’

Dream huffed, his version of a laugh, ‘I hardly think six centuries is soon,’

Hob grinned, and because he acts before he thinks, he grabbed Dream’s hand and charged down to the beach.

‘Come on! Let’s go into the water,’ he didn’t know what came over him, too much joy he later guessed, and Dream, his sweet dream, humoured him enough to not protest. He stood back, watching as Hob plunged into the water. He went up as far as his knees then turned back, waving at Dream,

‘Come on in, the water’s fine!’ he called out, the water wasn’t as cold as he first thought, reminding him of a certain someone’s lips. That someone in question was standing still, letting the waves lap at his boots. It took a lot of encouragement from Hob, [and a few flirty words], before Dream relented. He strode into the water, his long coat pooling behind him like some strange sea creature. He stood beside Hob, looking all around him,

‘May I ask what the point of this is?’

Hob just spread his arms wide, gesturing all around him, ‘To live,’ he touched the water, letting it fall from his fingers, ‘Too feel,’ he glanced up at the sun, catching the last golden rays of the sun, ‘To remember the reason why you’re here.’

He glanced at Dream, seeing if his words had a reaction. It was hard to tell, he was only staring at Hob, but then, his eyes flickered to something in the water. Quick as a flash, his arm darted in and out, water dripped from his coat sleeve, and in his palm, sat a tiny crab. No bigger than his thumbnail.

Dream smiled a fleeting smile.

Hob, opening his mouth to ask what crabs dreamed of, instead, got a mouthful of saltwater. A wave washed over him, soaking him from top to bottom. His hair hung in his face like a curtain, he spat out water, wondering what that noise was. He turned to Dream, who had his hand covering his mouth, but it failed to stop the noise. That awkward, snorting noise. it was only from the crinkle of his lover’s eyes that he realised what the noise meant. He was laughing. Dream was laughing.

Hob couldn’t stop himself from staring, he had never heard a sound like it. He…loved it. Mistaking his look for something else, Dream quickly stopped laughing, the pink in his cheeks returning full force.

‘Apologies,’ he muttered, looking away, ‘I did not mean to,’

Hob blinked at the sudden change, ‘Mean to what? Laugh?’

Dream didn’t say anything, the troubled look still on his face. Hob wasted no time in closing the distance between them and wrapping his arms around him. Dream was all angles and sharp elbows, yet melted like butter in Hob’s embrace,

‘Don’t ever apologise for laughing,’ he pulled back to look in his eyes, ‘Please, I never want you to feel ashamed for feeling.’

Worryingly, Dream’s lips trembled, a sharp breath escaped before he hid his face in Hob’s shoulder,

‘You know not what you ask,’ he quietly warned, voice thick,

‘I never do,’ Hob joked, ‘And I don’t care. It isn’t the end of the world for you to feel something.’

Dream said nothing. He tightened his grip around Hob, clinging to him like he might suddenly disappear. Hob didn’t mind, he hugged him right back.

Something had to interrupt them though, and that something, another big wave. Hob didn’t see it in time, and Dream was lost to the water. Hob grabbed his sleeve, keeping him from going fully under, and righted him up. He quickly checked Dream, his breath catching in his throat at the sight.

Dream was soaked, his clothes hung off his frame, shrinking him even more, [like a cat that was all fur], and his eyes were lost under a dripping mop of hair. He tried and failed to blow it out of his face, his pout returning full force. Hob tried and failed to hide his laughter. Even with his eyes hidden, Hob could feel the heat in his gaze.

‘You dare!’

Before Hob could apologise, he was met with another faceful of water. He looked up in time to see Dream hiding his hands, another smirk on his lips,

‘Oh, you sneaky, little thing,’ he plunged his hand into the water, sending an arc of it into the air. Dream turned just in time, sending up his own spray as he ran away. Hob followed, giggling all the way.

He didn’t know how long they frolicked in the water; the sunset went unnoticed. It was only when Hob tripped and fell face first into the water, they finally stopped. Dream offered a hand, pulling Hob easily to his feet. The pair were freezing, soaked to the bone, but huge grins plastered their faces, well, one of them. Dream just smiled his tiny smile. After retracing their steps, grabbing the cakes boxes [somehow unscathed], Dream brought them home.

Dropping the boxes on the table, turning the heat up high, he grabbed his fluffiest towel and enveloped Dream, gently ruffling his hair, smiling at his half-hearted protests. Dream poked his face out, shaking his hair out like the cat he was. After both were sufficiently dry, wearing pyjamas, [Dream stole a pair of Hob’s], and settling themselves on Hob’s comfy couch. Dream wasted no time settling himself against Hob’s chest, nuzzling into him with a content sigh. Hob’s heart skipped a beat at the sound. With a tea in one hand, and an éclair in the other, he offered the latter to Dream. He blinked at the offering, sniffing at it, before licking it experimentally. From his point of view, Hob saw Dream’s eyes light up.

‘We had a grand wee day, didn’t we?’

Dream mumbled something; mouth full of pastry. Hob leaned over to get a bite, chuckling when Dream held it out of reach,

‘Love, I paid for them,’ he said, no real heat to his voice. Dream just hummed, licking cream from his lips,

‘I suppose,’ with that, he turned and planted his lips, once again, on Hob’s, kissing him deeply and slowly,

‘You can have a taste.’

Hob grinned, too out of breath to say anything. He savoured the sweet taste of Dream’s lips, and the warm weight of him against his chest. He thanked whoever was listening for being that loud mouth rogue in that dirty tavern, he thanked it before and he would do it again. For as long as he lived, with Dream.

   tysm for reading, hope you enjoyed this pointless fluff

[evansbby]

Hi girlie it's hopped off the shower girl after seeing the poyt 5 notif❤️❤️ FIRST OFF I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THAT WOW. NEVER HAVE I READ A FIC IN SUCH URGENCY. You just happened to update during one of my morning classes and I swear I did gymnastics just so be able to read that shit😭 I finished the quiz quicker than everyone and passed early so I could run off to read it. And OH MY GOD. Words can't describe how much I loved this fic. During the first scene w peter and omega, I could barely hold my shit. The fact that omega told him that she wanted to stay w Steve🥹🥹 and honestly I felt a little bad for peter but when he kissed her???? Oh hell nah. And when Steve arrived all fucking furious w veins popping out of his forehead and all of that??? God, I was so relieved. I was a little scared when he started beating up Peter because I think that was the first time I really saw him go blind with rage (except the last time he beat up Peter on pt 2 ig). But I loved, loved, loved, LOVED how he immediately stopped and held himself back after hearing Omegas words, after hearing she won't forgive him if he continues. I was so touched by his character development because in the past he never even listened to her. It really showed that he was willing to change for her and it broke my heart seeing him break down in the car after hearing Peters words (which were true. He deserved to hear them even if he is trying to get better. He was the biggest piece of shit to omega for no damn reason and made her life hell) and omega scenting him in hopes to calm him down because that's what calmed her down🥹🥹 and it actually working. I feel like that scene kinda humanizes him for me.

During their drive to her omegas childhood home, I literally felt awkward with them in the car and the atmosphere just felt so new to mee. I felt like I was seeing a different side of both the characters I loved that I've never seen before, especially with Steve trying to be more light hearted and gentle with her. We really see Steve's insecure side too and how much he really cares when omega answers his question if she still loved peter and his relief when she says no. I also adore omega for learning to stand her ground and setting boundaries like THATS MY BABYGIRL (even if she's me). That's why it broke me when she got to her childhood home and realized that no one was home, that her mom has possibly left but she couldn't even fathom that idea so she just denied it and made herself believe that her mom was just working another job and she's just coming home late and with Steve being so concerned but he gave in and decided to wait an hour for her. It was so sweet yet heartbreaking when he decided to go through her childhood stuff, it was adorable that he kept the pictures of her in his pocket and lightheartedly started reading the journal of his baby omega but the moment he got to the part where her mom's boyfriends were staring at her. Like he finally found out the reason why she always wears the hoodies he hates so much and I really wonder how he felt then and I hope he feels like shit. Seeing omegas relationship with her mom honestly hit home for me. I kinda have a similar mom but she's more present in my life. She deserves so much better than just a mom that leaves her for her boyfriends. and when I found out that she just wrote a note for omega WHAT A BITCH. Seeing her break down like that in her childhood home felt like her lowest point in the series (besides the tub scene) with the only difference that Steve was actually giving her love and hope. I just couldn't get over when Steve said "I'll hire the best investigator to find her" and "FUCK THEM BOTH, I WANT YOU." finally!!!! I was rooting for them so bad. Steve's desperate response when omega said she wanted to die was so satisfying to me. Mans was so scared that he changed his entire personality. He promised her that he'll change for her and their baby🥹🥹 that's the sweetest shit I've ever heard.

And ugh my thoughts are so jumbled up rn but there was this one scene I loved when omega saw Steve blushing after he called her cute. Ahhhhhhhhh. That's what I've wanted from him from the start. Why couldn't he just be a gentleman and charm omega???? He's such an asshole.

STEVES MOMMY IS MY FAV CHARACTER. I love her. She's omegas first mother figure and friend. I was a bit scared of how the parents meeting would go but I knew I had nothing to fear the moment she was introduced. She's just such a strong and motherly role figure that omega always needed. She's just, ugh. I adore the fact that she's so understanding towards her and treats her like her own daughter. We also find out that omega was the first girl that Steve brought home!! But when Steve arrives and her mom immediately gasps and comments on his shaved head. Steve is just such a mommy's boy, I've never seen him act like that. You mean to tell me that that asshole from 4 fics ago was this?? Their little banter and Steve's worry for his mom showing and how he's afraid to visit her because he's afraid to see what cancer has done to her. And Steve's mom trying to act strong for Steve😭 I was bawling. It just hurt so much. We just saw so much domestic omega and Steve during their entire stay. It just felt so light like I wasn't stressing out every second.

Also the sex in the shower?? With Steve being a menace and talking to omegas coochie😺😺 like okay. I almost forgot he was a fucking freak. He was sooo butthurt when omega couldn't say I love u back and I kinda hated him for a bit when he left her with her thoughts, knowing just how broken she was and she thought that he was actually leaving her but we know that he can't do that. The man can't live with her. and when he finally came back to comfort omega, at least he was self aware enough to know that he thinks he doesn't deserve her but that he'll never let her go. Every little bit of him just apologizing and genuinely changing for her, little by little to be better for her and be the man she deserves just fills me with so much joy. I never thought we'd get here.

Both of them visiting the doctor's office and knowing that everything would be fine. They were both so anxious and nervous but they're so happy to have their baby and each other🥹🥹 omegas fears of being her mom finally coming down after she sees her baby and promises that she'll never leave her. Omegas the mom we all deserve fr.

One of my favorite scenes was... STEVE BEATING BUCKYS ASS THAT BITCH DESERVED. I WISH I COULD'VE KICKED HIS NUTSACKS TOO. I knew he was a fucking creep and I was Bucky's biggest hater from DAY 1. You had it coming bitch!!!!! And thank God for omega for standing up to that miserable bitch. Like yeah! He's just an insecure piece of shit. "He always gets better cars blah blah blah" bro?? I wanted to slap him for every word he said. I was waiting for this bitch to get beat up. FUCK YOU BUCKY. Thank fuck for Steve beating him up.

Aside from all of that, I was just living for the tenderness in the last parts. They're finally happy and content being with each other, with Steve finally treating her like a person and making her feel the love she so deserved. I actually appreciate that he did a proper engagement and didn't just leave it at the sweaty ass locker room. His entire speechhhhh. And omega finally marking him. She trusted him enough🥹It just felt so well earned to me. Like he didn't change overnight, he didn't suddenly become a new person. It happened gradually, just like how it does in real life. It felt bittersweet to know that one of my favorite fics of all time is ending but I'm glad that it's ending on a good note with baby rosie (cutest baby ever), mama omega, and daddy Steve. I'm definitely rooting for them and I'm sure omega will overcome her darkness one day one step at a time.

Thank you for writing this masterpiece of a fic. To this day, this is the most touching piece of literary work that I've ever read and I never really imagined that I would say that about a fanfic. But this was literally life changing for me. And there were so many scenes that just hit home for me especially with omega struggling with her self esteem and her relationship with her mom. This was the only time I was really on the tip of my toes waiting for it to be published and following through. I loved interacting with Steve and I loved interacting with YOU. You're the one who made this entire thing possible. Thank you so much. I know it must've been tiring to keep the hype going and having the motivation to write. I know cause I'm a writer too and I know just how difficult it is. Thank you for diligently reading all the asks too. I feel like no heartfelt message goes unnoticed by you and it really gives me the courage to give more feedback to my fav fics because I was honestly kinda nervous beforehand. I hope you take a good rest because damn. 37.4k? I'd die before I wrote that much. and I'm looking forward to your future works and I know I'll eat all of them up.

Thank you for all your hard work ❤️❤️❤️!!!

SHOWER GIRL YOU ARE LITERALLY ICONIC AND ILY! And the fact that you sent another long ask after this one??? With more feedback??? GIRL!!!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹 (I’ll answer that one too, and ofc will tag you as 🚿 anon hehe)

So you’re actually one of the first people to comment on how ew it was when Peter kissed her! It just gave off weird vibes, like it was a competition to him and he was losing to Steve and so he kissed her. Idk…. When I wrote it that’s I intended it to be, like that kiss did not have pure intentions. Maybe it was desperate which is understandable but still… nope 👎🏼

Ahhh I love how you caught on to the awkward vibes in the car! In a way, they were starting fresh in their relationship. Before this, it was more about lust and sex but now… they’ve opened up to each other and Steve respects her a bit more and actually treats her like a person… so ofc it’s awkward at first! He doesn’t know how to act! Neither does she 😭😭😭 but they try their best! It was one of my fav scenes to write.

ALSO YES! After omega’s breakdown, Steve was literally so scared of losing her that hE CHANGED HIS WHOLE PERSONALITY like you put it perfectly he literally made it his main objective to change his personality to become a better alpha so he could make her happy again 🥹🥹🥺🥺 UGH PLS

Shower anon, I really really appreciate this review. Like you don’t even understand. I feel like you understood exactly what I was trying to convey and I love that you commented on almost every single part 🥹🥹 it seriously means the most to me. 💖💖💖

ily 🚿🚿🚿🚿

[cubedmango]

Hey naina, tried to rewatch the cherry magic movie tonight. Got up to the nagasaki scene. It’s currently paused,,, I have cried genuinely. non stop since I pressed play? My head hurts really badly I think. I’m gonna try again tomorrow I hope you’re having a lovely day

(other ask under the cut for length)

KUROSAWA SAYING WHEN YOU DIDN’T TURN TO ME I WAS SAD AND THAT ONE FUCKIN TEAR THAT FALLS FROM HIS EYES AND THE WAY HE LAUGHS AND APOLOGISES FOR BEING A MESS I NEED A NURSE like i’m gonna. Die i’m two seconds away from throwing up my heart why would he. Why did they film a movie with such intent to tear me to the ground the way he can barely speak and has to try and gather himself multiple times with deep breaths before speaking and ends up crying anyway the way adachi looks on helplessly wondering how to comfort him and let him know how much he loves him the way. The way he tries to bridge the gap between them with understanding through touch one of kurosawa’s main love languages the way kurosawa’s eyes are so glossy and doe like as he waits for adachi’s kiss the way he says his name so softly the way adachi rests his hand on kurosawa’s knee and their hands find each other so slowly…, so softly… so tenderly… the way they can literally speak 636373 words with just their hands alone and do way more for the sake of romance and true deep mutual love than anything the way none of these are in order of how they happen because my brain is seeping out of my ears naina what the actual fuck were they thinking..,, machida keita akaso eiji and kazam hiroki you will receive my medical bills shortly i’m. I wow so. cool

PLEASE IM CRYING KFJHSDKFHDSJF ALL OF THIS IS SO REAL??????? cm crew put Smth into the nagasaki scene idk what but its insane like i will never Not be feral when i think abt it ...... kurosawas breakdown is so painful to see hes been holding everything back for So Fucking Long and imagining all the events from his perspective is crazy like think abt it. he has no idea if adachis ok or not and none of his calls go through and theyre so far apart like Imagine . the fact he wasnt like full on bawling in that scene means hes still holding back so much probs for adachis sake its so aaarhrrhGHGFGHF!!!!!!! LET HIM CRY MORE PLEASE.......

adachis side was perfectly analyzed in that meta i rbed earlier so i have nothing substantial to add but god for the 58302th time his Growth ..... even in ep 12 he had to get that push from tsuge to go meet w kurosawa but in the movie he could already tell kurosawa was putting up a front (and literally predicted it would happen as soon as he got the transfer offer) and he probs planned on talking abt it when he flied back to tokyo before the incident which is. ... .. and the look of determination on his face the entire time kurosawa finally broke down w no panic no overthinking like "I Am Going To Love And Cherish This Man So Hard" and comforting kurosawa w touch and no longer caring abt the magic that hes become reliant on for kurosawas sake. . Yeah im going to be ill about these two for the rest of my life thank u cm crew god bles <3

[iseeyousleepatnight]

2. What.

!Disclaimer!

This post has gore, nudity (not talked mush into) neglected health, bad thoughts, if this is something that you don’t like I do say you should scroll. If not have fun reading!

She couldn’t even sleep this night, thinking back to the man, to the floorboards but now it was getting harder and harder to even walk without feeling like something was going to grab her, pull her down, take her skin with them. Just like the two boys from under her house.

She hasn’t bathed, she smelled grossed and hasn’t ate or drink anything for the week she felt sick, she stink, she was gross and she still refused to move from her bed. Finally she decided enough was enough getting up walking slowly towards her clothes which she just grabbed a pair of pjs, then ran to her bathroom shutting the door behind her before putting her clothes down.

Finally she started to stripe down her clothes, turning the water on warm so it wouldn’t burn her and getting in but didn’t move for a good while just standing there letting the water soak her entire body over her hair now being wet and the smell not fading as she haven’t even bothered to pick up the soap yet it was nice to embrace the warmth that the shower gave her she finally grabbed her rag and scrubbed it violently before starting to scrub herself down her head all the down to her feet a small heave had came out of her mouth. Now starting to do her hair she would just do a quick shampoo and conditioner and that would be it, and she did.

She pushed the curtain to the shower back, getting out slowly the cold air washing over her slowly once warm now cold droplets of water cascading down her body and onto the floor as she grabbed her towel a colorful on, the most she could do for herself for how much she neglected doing this.

Slowly she started to get dress her moments unsteady and weirdly moving she could barely balance herself without feeling like she was going to hurl, “food and maybe a drink before I brush my teeth” was all her thoughts were talking about she was hungry and thirsty her throat hurt badly and made it sore over the week.

But she sighed getting up to head to the kitchen, opening the door to fling herself back because of the water that had dripped down from her body she slipped and had hit her head on the side of the bath making her let out a groan before she tried backing up more.

A human, a skinned one, the skin being tied up from a rope as it hung there so still, lifeless, like everything had been sucked out of it.

She couldn’t scream, cry, even let out small groan for the pin that her head is having all she did was stare at it, mostly just its hollowed out eyes as it looked down to the floor.

Maybe about thirty minutes of just sitting there and watching it she finally got up trying to find a way to go past him and she did, but some of her skin touched hers it felt like a cool seeping breeze was creeping up on her, like death trying to grab a hold of her to take her, to kill her.

She could only run now, her phone was in the kitchen and she grabbed it quickly dialing 9-1-1 and picking up

“Hello ma’am, where are you and what is your case?”

“I think someone broke into my house, I don’t know! Am scared, there’s human skin hanging BY A ROPE! IN FROMT OF MY BATHROOM! I-“

“Ma’am? Hello ma’am?”

She fell silently the skin was turning the head at most, was turning to look at her before it was making small soft noises… “help me…” “w-what?” “Help me. Help me. Help me. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME”

It now shrieked at her its flat arms moving violently around and its body moving like it shouldn’t, before it stopped. Silence. The woman was now yelling.

“MA’AM, Are you there?”

“Y-yes, I am, the skin, it was moving, MOVING! All by itself” her voice came out in shaky and muffled tone holding the phone tight turning around the skin and back at the phone all she did now was talk, talk what she did today, her sentences were short and airy, the woman had listen only hoping the police would be there soon.

Sorry this was not that good am still getting better but I definitely improved! I would love your opinion on what I could do and not do! But anyways have a nice night or day! :D

[mr-mandalorian]

spoilers !!!! eternal reader, druig controlling someone to touch the reader, angst, pining have it all! i’m so close to just writing evil druig idc going feral

y/n was straightforward, always speaking her mind freely and jumping to action without a second thought.

druig however, was not allowed such luxuries. with abilities as powerful as his, he always had to stay in control.

and being around y/n made it hard to do so.

a thinker and a fighter, they could never make it work, right?

ikaris and sersi did. it was their night, they were to be wed in a human custom, swear an oath of love and loyalty. y/n could only watch in envy.

“i think we’re all pretty much set.” sprite came to stand next to her, watching the little town they were in finish preparations.

“i’m sorry, sprite.”

“w-what are you talking about?” the smaller eternal avoided her gaze, shuffling her feet awkwardly.

“i didn’t mean to impose, but i... i understand.”

“and yet you do nothing about it. i’m doomed for eternity, you however, you have a chance.”

“sprite-“

“please, you’re too busy hiding your feelings to notice the way druig looks at you.”

“and when did you become so wise?”

“always have been, duh.”

the wedding was beautiful, y/n’s eyes glossy as she held back tears. happy for her friends, her heart bursting from loneliness.

she caught druig’s gaze from across the room, watching her carefully. were his pupils dilated or was she imagining it? sprite’s words were in the back of her mind but she refused to accept them as truth.

the whole town was celebrating, eating and drinking while enjoying the show of illusions sprite was putting on. y/n carefully inspected the drink in her cup, the crimson liquid ushering her to forget.

“was the mighty y/n about to shed a tear back there?” a voice behind her came, goosebumps erupting on her neck as she recognized it.

“would it kill you to feel something sometime?” she shot back, turning to face druig. it’s how it always seemed to go between them, teasing each other like they were sworn enemies.

the question seemed to cut deeper than expected. thankfully makkari broke the uncomfortable silence, pulling druig away to show him something she found. y/n sighed before downing her drink.

she might as well forget.

with her cheeks flushed, she danced in between people. skin to skin contact felt electric, she was starved for so long.

in the crowd of people, druig could only focus on y/n. he only had himself to blame, watching others come so close like he never could.

before he knew it, the man wrapped around y/n was under his control.

she was too drunk to notice, she craved the attention. and as the man felt up her waist, y/n leaned in to kiss him.

she could barely catch her breath, warmth spreading down her body as she pressed herself closer. it was becoming all too much, the alcohol and the man’s thigh between her legs.

“my beautiful, beautiful y/n. look at you, unraveling right before me.” the man spoke and it was like shock was sent through her, making her instantly jerk away.

she finally looked him in the eyes and her heart shattered. he was just toying with her.

pushing past the crowd, she found druig hiding in the shadows.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” she lunged at him, her might deficient from the alcohol.

“what? you were enjoying herself.” his words burned like venom, y/n was ready to punch that smug look off his face. luckily the others were around to stop her.

“this is amusing to you? playing with my feelings like this?” y/n was trashing around as gilgamesh restrained her. “i would kill you if my stupid heart wasn’t beating for you.”

“w-what?” the smugness was gone the moment her words left her mouth. the realization dawned on him then, but there was no going back.

“alright, that’s enough.” ajak interjected before druig could respond, and y/n was pulled away from him.

after that night, there was a shift.

druig could not forget her words nor her body. while he was not the one to touch her directly, he could still feel the heat lingering from that night. her scent, her taste, it was suffocating knowing that he could’ve had it all along.

when the group fell apart, y/n was more than happy to find the furthest place away from druig. the only issue was that the longing never stopped.

she panted as she made her way through the amazon, hoping to find a resting place soon. a deviant came out of nowhere when she was traveling, y/n barely holding her own against it. her victory left her more than bruised, a gash on her back burning like boiling water on her skin.

she leaned against a tree, closing her eyes for a second. she wanted to laugh, of course the only thing on her mind in this moment was him. even with her dying breath, she could only yearn for druig.

“well isn’t this a surprise.” a stranger with a gun was stood in front of her, smugness in his voice like no other.

“you have to be shitting me.”

the man with glowing eyes lead her through the forest with ease, a tiny village appearing. people were working in harmony, moving in patters like they were one.

and soon she spotted him, her heart rate increasing as if not a single century had passed.

“deviants are back.” she quickly spoke, fearful of the awkwardness that was to come. “and they can regenerate now.”

“what?”

“don’t worry, i took care of it.”

“and who’s going to take care of you?” he smirked, taking her off the man’s hands into his own. she grimaced, but the pain made it hard to resist.

while druig kept his tone light hearted, he could barely stop his hands from shaking. if he spotted her only a minute later, she could’ve no longer been there at all. and while that’s not much different than wasting years upon years apart, it only hit him now. all of it could’ve been spent together.

sitting her down a stool, druig held her by the shoulder as a woman came up to them, offering the first aid kit. if only ajak were here.

“i’ll need to remove your shirt.” he said, searching for a pair of scissors inside the kit.

y/n gulped. there was quite a lot of people inside the house. it was silly to care, but it had to be done.

“don’t worry, they only see what i see.”

like that didn’t make her all the more nervous.

“ah, a little warning!” she groaned as he poured alcohol down her exposed back.

“there.” he kissed the back of her neck gently. “all better.”

y/n went stiff. she must’ve died ten minutes ago in the forest, sweetly dreaming of druig’s lips. they stayed silent after that, her hands in fists as he stitched her wound.

“can you stand? i need to wrap this.”

she rose from her seat, still not facing him as he wrapped gauze around her back and chest. it was becoming unbearable, having him so close with feather touches on her skin.

“not too tight?”

“it’s fine, thank you.”

before she could walk away, he stopped her by the shoulders, leaning closely yet carefully not to touch her wounded back.

“did you mean it? the thing you said on the night of ikaris and sersi’s wedding?”

y/n was too tired for this.

“does it matter? because i recall you being a total ass before i said anything.”

“love makes you do stupid things, don’t you know?”

“say i did mean it.” she slowly twirled around, finding his eyes already trained on her. “how will you make it up to me?”

“you have all of eternity to watch me try.”

meeting in the middle, y/n held her breath at their proximity. she searched his eyes one last time, making sure it was not a dream nor another ploy to get under his skin. his pupils were blown out, holding her gaze to ease all her worries.

and finally, they were kissing. embracing each other like starved, druig still mindful of her injury as his arms slid around her waist.

he was the first one to pull away and y/n stilled, chest rising up and down to catch her breath.

“the others are here.” he groaned, placing his head in the crook of her neck. “why must they ruin everything?”

“it probably has something to do with the deviants, so much for eternity, huh?”

[zoeykallus]

Fluffy Tech Oneshot – Can We Do This Again?

Tech x GN reader

Very short fluff Oneshot, no Warnings. Just Fluff with a little smooching. It just popped up in my mind and wanted out of there.

You've been traveling with the Bad Batch for a while now. From day one, you've had a huge crush on the man with the goggles and the extraordinary mind, Tech. He was so sweet, so calm, smart and that look he gave you every now and then....

You always stayed behind when the others were running errands to help Tech with repairs, to learn from him but basically to be alone with him. However, it didn't matter how many suggestive innuendos you made, how often you sought his proximity, he was completely clueless.

Today was another one of those days, you were alone with Tech on the Marauder. He was working on the hyperdrive, kneeling next to the machine and tinkering with it.

When he heard your footsteps approaching, he looked up briefly to greet you, then refocused on his work.

"Would you like to learn something about the hyperdrive?" he asked in his quiet way.

You suppressed a sigh. No you had other things on your mind, but you knew how much he enjoyed sharing his knowledge with you, so you smiled and said, "Sure, can't hurt."

Tech started talking, holding parts and tools in front of your face over and over, explaining their function and how to use them. Most of the time your eyes just stared at his wonderful long, dexterous fingers. At one point he asked you to try something he had explained and beckoned you to join him.

You had hardly listened, were only fascinated by him and the movement of his hands and only nervously and hesitantly complied with the request. You sat down on the floor and he squatted right behind you, reaching around you, sitting very close behind you, guiding your hands a little and calmly explaining in soft words what was to be done. You melted under the simple touch and your brain could no longer follow any logic.

Your head turned a little to the side to his face, which was so close that barely a hand's width would have fit between them. He saw that you were distracted and looking at him and returned the look calmly, questioningly.

"Are you all right?"

"Tech?"

"Yes, mesh'la?"

You finally had to look up what that word meant, he'd called you that before.

"Would you kiss me?"

He blinked, it was clear to see that some kind of reboot was happening in his head.

"W-what?"

"Would you kiss me?"

"Now?" he inquired uncertainly.

"Yes."

"You want me to kiss you?" he asked to be sure, his cheeks slightly flushed.

"Since day one, yes"

"Oh," came softly out of his mouth.

Your lips touched, tentatively and slowly at first, you felt the soft warmth of his lips. His hands and yours dropped the tools you were holding. Slowly your hands moved to his shoulders and his to your hips. He spun you around to face him and pulled you onto his lap, facing him.

His tongue gently opened your lips and as he carefully dipped into your mouth and touched your tongue, you both moaned softly into the kiss. Your heart raced, as did his under the breastplate of his armor.

You didn't know how long you had been kissing, but you were both long out of breath when you broke away from the kiss and beamed happily at him, gasping for air. He smiled at you pensively and in love.

"Can we do it again?" he asked shyly.

"I'd love to, anytime"

"Now?" he inquired, smiling.

In response, your lips settled on his again, this time the kiss was already much more fiery.

Echo came in, "Hey guys, i am back early.... never mind" and he left as suddenly as he had come in.

[sacredsorceress]

Worth the Risk || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: when bucky and sam get captured you have to go in alone to save them leading to a worried, overprotective bucky who cares about you a bit more than a teammate should

a/n: reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 2.2k

warnings: description of violence, injuries, a gun, dagger and blood, swearing, angst w/ happy ending

masterlist || taglist

“Bucky?” You whispered through the earpiece. “Sam? Where are you guys-”

Sitting in the van, you began to grow worried as you couldn’t find any of your teammates on the screen after they had turned around a corner. Tapping the earpiece, you were about to speak again when you heard Sam’s voice on the other end.

“Y/n?”

Sitting forward in your chair, you breathed a premature sigh of relief.

“Sam? Thank God you guys are okay.” You told him. “I was worried when-”

“Y/n, listen,” Sam cut you off, his voice a near whisper. “They got us- me and Bucky- but I think you’ll be able to take them out if you think you’re ready for it.”

You began to feel your heart race in your chest just at the proposition. Although you had joined the group almost half a year ago, you had never gone on a mission by yourself- always having others to back you up, but you knew Sam well enough that he wouldn’t have suggested the idea lightly. If he asked you to go in alone... you knew it was because there was no other choice.

“Okay.” You said. “I can do this, Cap. I’ll be there soon- just hold on.”

With that, you left the vehicle, making your way into the building. When the door of the facility closed behind you, you raised your gun.

“You shouldn’t have told her to come in here.” Bucky told Sam, pacing around their cell. “If we couldn’t handle it together, what makes you think that she can do it by herself? You’re going to get her killed-”

“Buck,” Sam said firmly. “I know you’re worried about her, but she can handle herself. She’s our only shot of getting out of here so I’m gonna need you to calm down.”

Sitting himself down in the corner of the room, Bucky said nothing more to Sam, instead placing his head in his hands.

Bucky knew logistically that you could handle yourself- you were on the team for a reason- but that didn’t mean he didn’t worry about you. He worried about you all the time- even in training- nagging Sam if he threw you down a bit too hard and feeling his heart drop to his stomach when bruises littered your body after a mission. He hated seeing you get hurt, but as he sat in the cell with Sam, knowing that you were coming into the building all on your own- he felt as though he was going to be sick.

Now he wasn’t there to watch your back. He wasn’t there to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt. He wasn't there to make sure you didn't get yourself killed- the thought of it too horrible for him to even allow himself to think about. He worried because he knew in your line of business, every wrong move could be fatal and he couldn’t bare the thought of not having you by his side every day.

Listening to the sound of water leaking from the sealing above him, Bucky prayed you would be alright.

Turning a corner inside of the building, you were hoping the same.

Peaking around the edge of a wall you spotted two men, armed with batons. Taking a deep breath, you aimed for one of the men’s bullet proof vest, taking the shot and knocking him to the ground. Immediately the other man ran towards you with the baton raised in his hand. 

Ducking as he swung the baton, you threw a punch to the man’s stomach, knocking him backwards, but just as you did the other man hit you in your back with the baton.

“Fuck!” You screamed out in pain, taking the man’s arm between your knees. You pulled the baton out of his hand as you stretched it in the other direction, causing him to yelp out in pain. 

Once in your hand, you spun around, swinging the man in the face with the baton, knocking him unconscious. Dropping it to the floor, you pulled your taser from your belt, shocking the other man, forcing him to the ground.

“Y/n?” You heard Sam ask through the earpiece. “Y/n are you alright?”

Shoving the taser back in its slot and raising your gun once again, you stepped over the two men’s unconscious bodies, running down the hallway.

“I am now.” You huffed, placing one of your hands on your lower back. “When this is over, you’re paying for my chiropractor.”

Turning another corner, you were met with a man and a woman standing at the end of the hallway.

“Are you guys always in pairs?” You asked. “Frankly I think it’s unfair.”

When they said nothing, just raising their batons from their belts, you spoke up again.

“Where are my friends?” You asked more seriously.

“You’re about to find out.”

The woman running at you first, you hit the butt of your gun in her face causing her to wobble backwards but the second you did, you felt a burst of searing hot pain run throughout your face as the baton collided with your nose. Stumbling backwards, you felt as another of the baton’s swings hit your midsection, causing you to double over in pain.

The man tugged your collar as you felt another blow connect with your face.

Wheezing, you dropped the gun to your side.

Standing in front of you, the woman slid her baton back into her belt.

“See?” she said. “I’m sure your friends will be happy to see-”

As she spoke you carefully slid your dagger out of your belt, but before she was able to finish her sentence, you threw it cleanly at her, the dagger jamming itself through her shoulder, sticking her to the wall.

“Shit!” She shouted in pain.

Immediately afterwards, the man grabbed your coat shoving you against the wall only to throw another punch to your mouth. Rather than giving him the satisfaction of yelping out in pain, you headbutt the man, causing him to stumble backwards into his partner. Grabbing the baton from his hand, you swung it over his head, knocking him unconscious.

Spitting blood onto the ground, you heaved as you picked up your gun and the keys from the man’s waist, making your way over to the room on the right.

Swinging the door open, your eyes immediately fell onto the reinforced cell in front of you, Bucky and Sam rushing to the front. Stumbling over to the cell, you unlocked the door, swinging it open and leaning against it.

“Y/n?” You heard Bucky’s voice first as he ran over to you. “Fuck, look at you.”

Moving his hands to cup your face, not being able to help yourself from wincing, Bucky could feel his heart shatter in his chest. Sure, you had a few bruises here and there in the past but never this bad.

You had a deep gash across your nose that he was sure would need stitches along with a cut along your lip and a large bruise forming around your eye- and that was just your face.

Looking up and seeing his worried eyes, you shot him a quaint, bloody smile.

“You should see the other guys.” You joked.

You attempted to laugh, only to wheeze and begin to cough.

“Y/n this isn’t funny.” He said seriously. “You could have died. Sam should have never asked-”

“Bucky,” You cooed, reaching your hands up to cup his face. “I’m okay. Besides, I couldn’t leave my favorite boys in here could I?”

Feeling your fingertips against his face, he couldn’t help but melt into your touch. You always managed to make him a lovesick mess as if he was still fifteen and not a one hundred and six year-old man who had been to hell and back.

“Hate to break up the reunion,” Sam said. “But those guys will only be out for so long. We got to get out of here.”

-

After falling asleep on the car ride back to the Compound, you woke up in bed, the dim glow of the lamp shining on the night stand above you. Opening your eyes, you pushed yourself up in the bed, only for a shooting pain to spread throughout your torso. Not able to stop yourself, you yelped out in pain.

“Hey, hey,” You heard none other than Bucky’s voice beside you, one of his hands coming to rest on yours while the other adjusted your pillow. “Take it easy.”

“I am, Doc.” You lied, leaning against your newly adjusted pillow.

Tucking you in, Bucky shook his head, leaning on the nightstand beside you.

“We should have never let you go in alone.” He sighed, leaning his head on his hand. “I just felt sick the entire time. You could have died, Y/n. If they just hit you in the wrong spot... I’m never letting you go in alone again. I’m not letting you leave my sight.”

During your time as a member of the group, you and Bucky had grown incredibly close and during the past few months maybe even closer than friends. It was normal for him to worry- you never even had to wonder where he was during missions because he always had your back- but looking at his face now you could tell just how worried he had been and you couldn’t help but feel your heart break.

“Bucky,” You hummed. “You go on dangerous missions all the time alone. How am I any different?”

A silence settled over the two of you as Bucky squeezed your hand. 

Not meeting your eyes, he spoke up again.

“Because I can’t lose you.” Bucky said, his voice nearly a whisper. “I can’t even think about what would happen if anything happened to you, Y/n. Even seeing the cuts and bruises on your face? I’m... I’m not the Winter Soldier anymore, but I think if you put me in a room with those people I would kill them for what they did to you. I almost broke us out of the cell myself because I hated the idea so much of you going in there on your own. If something happens to me... it’s different. Nothing can happen to you, Y/n. Nothing.”

Staring at the super soldier sat at your bedside, you began to feel tears prick in your eyes. You had cared for Bucky in a way that you had been too afraid to admit- not wanting to ruin your friendship- but as he sat there, confessing his feelings for you, you couldn’t help but feel your heart tug in your chest, just wanting him.

“Do you love me?” You asked finally before you could stop yourself.

Looking up at your injured face, he felt his breath catch in his throat. He wasn’t able to read you in the moment at all, your face straight, seriousness laced in ever bit. All he could think was that even with the black eye and the stitches across your nose, he had never seen someone as beautiful as you.

He knew his answer. There wasn’t a single part of him that doubted it.

“Yes.” 

Hearing his answer, you stared at him and smiled.

“Are you sure?” You asked. “Do you love me as more than a teammate-”

“Y/n,” He cut you off, squeezing your hand once again. “As much as I love working with you, every time you call me your ‘teammate’ I want to go find a punching bag.”

Trying to bite back your smile, you couldn’t help but chuckle.

You hated calling him “only” your teammate just as much as he did- if not more.  Knowing that he hated it just as much as you the entire time you used the word to disguise your true feelings made you feel as if a weight had been lifted off of your chest despite the aches that still consumed your being.

Bucky was more than your teammate, he was your partner.

“Oh Thank God.” You laughed. “I can’t tell you how many I’ve knocked off the hook after you called me your ‘friend’.”

Furrowing his eyebrows, he leaned in closer to you.

“What are you saying?” He asked.

Shaking your head in disbelief, you reached your free hand up to his hair, brushing it back with your hand.

“I’m saying,” You smiled. “that I love you too and that I’m not going anywhere, Buck.”

Leaning into your touch, a smile finally reached across his face. “You know, if it weren’t for your stitches, I would kiss you right now.”

“So my face isn’t too messed up then, right, Doc?” You asked. “If you still want to kiss me and all...”

Reaching your hand up to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss to your skin.

“You could never look bad, doll.” He hummed. “But promise me you won’t do that to me again. I almost had a heart attack, Y/n.”

Leaning your head against your pillow, admiring him, you smiled.

“I promise, Buck.”

[xiaoingly]

license and registration | modern au.

art credit: asagizuisen on twitter.

pairing: reader x childe x zhongli

summary: it was just to your luck to come across two police officers after a night of drinking. however, when your drunk state allowed you to be brutally honest about your lust, you get a once-in-a-lifetime uppertunity to spend the night in their vehicle.

warnings: threesome, dom!zhongli, very slight switch!childe, sub!reader, oral(receiving), a bit of zhongchi, choking, praise kink(and a bit degration), penetration, edging, overstimulation, zhongli and childe are literally fucking your brains out.

word count: 3715

A/N: this is my first work! i do hope everyone enjoys this tho <3 i did proof read, but there could be some mistakes so bare with me lol

You laughed as you drove yourself home, still thinking of the events that took place tonight. Of course that led to consequences like driving home in a very drunk state, but you weren't about to keep two horny couples company, so fastest route out of there it is. You were aware of your current state, and tried your utter best to focus on the road, but you had to admit how hard it was getting. With tired eyes, you drove past the dark road. But your eyes widened almost immediately as you spotted something a few miles away.

A police car.

Dozens of curses left your lips as you drove closer and closer, blaming your friend for bringing you in this state. If it wasn't for them, you wouldn't even be at their house, or drinking. You knew you needed the break more than anything, but blaming someone seemed easier to you. You bit your lip, trying to think of ways to escape, but there weren't any side roads, and if you took a turn now, they would definitely notice. Maybe I could flirt my way out, you thought, but you shook your head. You knew better than to flirt with police officers.

Your drunk self seemed to disagree.

You gulped as you saw a hand lift up, motioning for you to stop. You did what was asked, trying not to sink in your seat as your eyes met one of the officers. His sharp glare made your stomach twist, wondering in how much trouble you must be in.

You rolled down your window, watching in the rear view mirror as another officer leaned against the car casually. He seemed different from the one you just saw, just as beautiful but with a touch of color. You thought it was his ginger hair that seemed to look almost too perfect on him. He wasn't glaring, but seemed to be hiding a smirk. You wondered why. But your thoughts were cut off when the dark haired officer made his way towards your car, his piercing eyes catching your attention almost immediately.

"Miss, are you aware of fast you were driving just now?"

Fuck. That's all your mind said. His voice was unlike anything you've ever heard, so deep to the point where you questioned your sanity around him. You knew that this was your drunk state talking, but something about his voice really made you feel a certain way.

"Miss?" The officer called out, and you broke out of your dirty thoughts, blinking twice as his eyes glared at you. "Not really." You managed to breathe out, your honesty almost causing you pain. You watched as the officer's eyes narrowed, leaning down to your window. You let out a shaky breath as he stared at you, your stomach twisting when his golden eyes took you in. "Miss, are you drunk?" You let out a chuckle at the officer's question, watching as he raised his eyebrow at you. "Is it that obvious? Thought my attraction for you might've covered it up." You slurred, almost cringing at the words that left your lips just now, but the other officer seemed to enjoy it, his joyful laugh catching your ears from all the way to their car. The black haired officer sighed, standing up straight. He glanced at the other officer leaning against their car, who seemed to take the hint.

He walked towards your car, biting the inside of your cheek as the elegance of his walk made your stomach twist. Something was wrong with you, and it was beginning to show. You tried to compose yourself when the ginger haired officer reached your car, leaning down with a smirk plastered on his face. "Trying to tame a beast, aren't we?" You blushed at his words, nodding your head. "He's hot." You exclaimed, the ginger haired officer chuckling at your words. The dark haired officer rolled his eyes, snapping at the ginger haired to focus. You heard his name, something like Childe? You found it strange, yet pretty in a way.

"I'm gonna need your license and registration, darling." His smooth voice rang through your ears, and you immediately grabbed your bag. You gave him what he needed, watching as the dark haired officer looked over Childe's shoulder to check your information as well. He gave you your essentials back after a few moments, and you wondered what they were gonna do with you. You were drunk, apparently racing, so you definitely had to expect something. "What are you guys gonna do to me?" You slurred again, realizing how flirty you sounded. Your eyes widened, watching as Childe's eyebrow raised. He smirked, leaning closer to you. "We were gonna let you off with a warning, but is there anything more that you need from us?" Childe returned the flirty tone, watching as you squirmed in your seat. You knew you couldn't deny it the wetness in between your legs, craving for two guys you just met. You were convinced you reached insanity at this point. You couldn't want this, and yet, you did.

"Yes.." Your voice sounded small as you spoke, looking up to the two incredibly hot police officers. Childe glanced at the dark haired officer, whose jaw was evidently clenched. "I'm not fucking a drunk." He spat, his arms crossed as he gave Childe a stern look. You groaned as his words sunk in, squeezing your thighs together to stop the sensation you felt between them. "I'm not drunk!" You exclaimed, growing desperate for a bit of friction. You knew you were starting to grow sober as the situation you were in caught up with you, but still, you found a voice in the back of your head almost dying to be fucked. "Please." You heard yourself beg, looking up to the two officers with pleading eyes. You knew what you were begging for, and that there was probably no turning back. But that didn't matter to you.

"Please what?" The dark haired officer pushed, his head raising a bit to take you in. You felt intimidated by his gaze, but you didn't let that stop you. "Please take me, both of you." You breathed out, staring at both of them to look for any sort of reaction. Childe seemed to be pleased, while the dark haired only clenched his jaw. You wondered whether that was a good or a bad thing.

But you soon got your answer as he hurriedly opened the door of your car, pulling you out of the car before slamming you against it, his lips on yours in a heartbeat. You gasped at the sudden movement, trying to recover but the dark haired man really wasn't letting you. His hands slid around your waist, his tongue clashing with yours in a delicious frenzy. You tried your best to keep up, but your body felt so electric under his touch to the point where you couldn't focus. You finally felt your hands move, going around his neck to pull him closer, running out of air but you honestly couldn't care. His lips were heavenly and that's all that mattered to you. Your eyes opened, locking them with the ginger haired man who stared at you in awe. It was then when you realized that you guys were literally on the side of a street. Panic settled in you, finally pulling away from your new found addiction.

You were out of air, your breathing ragged as you spoke; "W-We're in public."

Childe smirked. "No shit, darling. But I bet that excited you." You blushed, unable to deny that fact. You looked up to the man who's lips were on yours just a second ago. "What's your name?" You asked out of curiosity. "Zhongli." He answered curtly, leaning into your ear. "Remember it well." Your eyes widened, knowing exactly what he was referring to. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from your car to theirs. It was understandable since theirs was way bigger.

Zhongli opened the door to the backseat, practically pushing you inside. He walked away, Childe climbing in after you. He had a smirk plastered on his lips, closing the door behind him before making his way towards you. His eyes seemed to be on your lips, causing a burst of confidence to surge through you, pushing yourself up to capture his lips. The taste was intoxicating, your mind going blank when his tongue collided with yours. The other door opened behind you, Zhongli's body catching yours almost immediately. A slam was heard, Zhongli pulling your body up to lean into his. His warmth caused a moan to escape your lips, Childe's lips trailing down your neck, his open mouthed kisses leaving you breathless.

Zhongli's hands trailed down your waist, pulling at your shirt. Childe pulled away to let Zhongli take it off, not wasting a second before clashing his lips with yours again. You felt light headed, the feeling of Childe's lips and Zhongli's hands feeling so damn heavenly. Zhongli pulled your bra off with ease, his hands immediately feeling your breasts in his hands. You moaned into Childe's mouth, pushing yourself into Zhongli's hands. He eagerly accepted your offer, his fingers teasingly trailing around your nipples, causing you to feel desperate. Childe's hands trailed down your stomach, smoothly undoing the buttons of your pants. He pushed them down impatiently along with your underwear, putting you on full display for him. "Wet already?" He exclaimed, his grin almost making you lose control. Your eyes closed when Childe's lips met one of your nipples, a small whine leaving your lips at the sensation. Zhongli massaged the other breast, your back slightly aching against his body when Childe's teeth bit down on your nipple. You let out a quiet moan, your mind blank, Childe and Zhongli being your only remedy at that moment.

You reached for Childe's uniform, eager to take it off. Childe seemed to be feeling the same way, letting you take his clothes off with a grin on his face. "So eager, aren't you?" He whispered, capturing your lips as you continued to take off his remaining clothes from head to waist. You had to keep yourself from gauging as you saw Childe's body, he wasn't too muscled but he definitely worked out, that you could tell. It was then when you felt Zhongli shift behind you, hearing fabric being thrown on the ground with a thud. You couldn't understand how they wore those uniforms all day, they looked so uncomfortable. You were glad they took those off.

You felt Childe's hand travel down your navel, your breathing growing ragged as Zhongli made soft love bites on your skin. Childe teased you, his fingers trailing up and down you thighs, making another whine leave your lips. "Please.." You heard yourself whisper, practically fucking the air at this point. You needed something, anything. The feeling was too much, they were too much. "Patience, darling. You'll get what you need." Childe's voice rang through your ears, placing soft kisses on your skin as Zhongli's love bites turned harsh, causing you to yelp. Childe's fingers itched closer to your clit, playing with the skin on your thighs. You found yourself begging again, your hands moving to grab Childe's hands. But Zhongli didn't seem to like this, instantly grabbing your hands roughly to hold them behind you. "Childe told you to have patience, you are going to listen, aren't you?"

You instantly nodded. "I will." You answered, Zhongli's hands turning your head to capture your lips. You eagerly kissed him back, your tongues meeting each other once again. The feeling felt addictive to you, your mind growing hazy as he sucked on your tongue, small moans leaving your lips at the feeling. "Such a good girl." Childe exclaimed, cooing at your obedience.

A gasp left your lips when Childe's fingers finally touched your clit, your juices making it easier for him to create a pattern. You moaned, relishing in the feeling of finally getting what you needed. Childe teased your entrance, slightly pushing his thumb in. You whined, Childe seeming pleased with your reactions. He pushed one finger in, another gasp leaving your lips. You looked at him, his mischievous smirk almost taking your breath away. He pushed another one in, his fingers beginning a pattern inside of you. You felt relieved, satisfied moans escaping your lips as Zhongli kissed down your neck, his hands finding your breasts once again. A familiar feeling started forming in your stomach, your moans getting louder when Childe's fingers started a faster pace. Your breathing was ragged, your hands finding their way around Zhongli's neck as Childe continued pleasuring you. "F-Fuck, I'm gonna come." You breathed out, a yelp escaping your lips when Childe added a third finger.

The feeling was overwhelming, your legs shaking, your head spinning from both of these men having their hands on you. You were thrown over the edge, aching your back against Zhongli's front as Childe's name left your lips in a loud moan. Your head was thrown back on Zhongli's shoulder, your breathing uneven as you came down from your high. You had to admit how amazing it felt. It seemed you were liking this a bit too much.

You were a mess, but Childe was enjoying it, a sickening smile on his face as he brought his finger over to your mouth. You eagerly sucked on his fingers, making sure to keep both Childe and Zhongli satisfied.

"Turn around." You heard Zhongli speak from behind you, immediately doing as he asked. Once again, you were met by another incredible body. You had ask yourself how you landed here, between two of the sexiest men you've seen in your life. You had to thank your drunk self when you woke up later.

Zhongli grabbed your chin, his lustful lips meeting yours. You felt high as Childe kissed the side of your neck, moaning into Zhongli's mouth when he pinched one of your nipples. You heard shifting behind you, more fabric being thrown to the ground. You didn't expect to feel anything yet, until Childe suddenly pressed himself against you. Your eyes widened unexpectedly .You didn't expect Childe to be this big, starting to wonder how big Zhongli must be then.

Your curiosity got the best of you, leaning down to take off Zhongli's remaining clothes. He let you, watching as you licked your lips. Zhongli's bulge was evident, and it made you excited.

You felt Childe's hands roam your body, slightly pushing you into his chest. You let him, sighing as he placed soft kisses on your neck. You felt high, feeling yourself drowning once again. Zhongli leaned down, capturing your lips with his. Your tongues clashed, gasping slightly when you felt Zhongli press himself against you. "Might be a little rough."

That was all you heard when Zhongli entered you, a little harsher than you expected. Your eyes widened, hands pressing against his shoulders as his length stretched your walls delicously. You whimpered, feeling yourself clench around his cock. Zhongli barely gave you time to get used to his size, immediately pushing his cock further in. You gasped, his sudden pace making you see stars. He seemed to be going in a faster pace than what you had in mind, but for some reason, it only made you more excited.

"Zhongli!" You gasped, your eyes squeezing shut when he fastened his pace. When you felt Childe's hands on your body, you reached behind you, grabbing another unfamiliar cock. Your hands moved up and down his shaft, your pace faltering the more Zhongli plunged into you.

Childe's hands traveled down your navel, your body flinching slightly when he pressed a finger against your clit. "That's right, darling. Take him, take him like the dirty girl you are." He whispered, his bites on your skin making you gasp. Your breathing was a mess as Zhongli continued his torture on your pussy, his hands gripping your waist as he started ramming inside you. Your legs were jelly at this point, thankful that Childe's body was keeping you from falling.

"Yes, yes, yes.." You heard yourself whine as Childe's fingers joined Zhongli's rough pace. You felt a familiar feeling building in your stomach, starting to get desperate for a release. You found yourself meeting Zhongli's thrusts, matching his aggresive pace as your moans grew louder. "I think I'm gonna-"

You heard a grunt. "Don't you fucking dare." Zhongli spat, his eyes trained on his cock entering you. His jaw was clenched, making him look even more ravishing than he already was. You heard Childe chuckle behind you, one of his hands harshly grabbing onto your hair. "So, so pretty." He breathed in your ear, your eyes widening when you felt something poke your behind. "W-wait-" Your sentence was cut off, a yelp escaping your lips when you felt Childe enter you from behind you.

You shook your head a bit violently, Childe's grasp on your hair tightening when you did so. "You asked for this, remember? Take it." He grunted, your breathing ragged as the two men just abused your pussy. In, out. In, out. Your mind chanted, almost missing Childe's hands sneaking around your neck. His grip tightened slightly, barely giving you tme to process what was happening. You found yourself almost chocking on air, your hand flying to Childe's with surprise. He only chuckled, his hands tightening around you. You couldn't breathe, but why was that just turning you on even more?

"She's gonna come." Zhongli stated, and he was right. Childe was barely inside you, and yet you already felt yourself slowly breaking. Zhongli's pace fastened even more, breaking the rhythm he and Childe had created. His thrusts were messy, but powerful. Childe met his thrusts quite quickly, making a sobbing mess out of you. Zhongli suddenly leaned in, your eyes widening when you saw him grab Childe's face, their lips clashing in the most sinful way possible. You lips were parted, watching the scene unfold in front of you. Their tongues clashed, Childe's soft whine reaching your ears when Zhongli harshly sucked on his tongue. Just when you thought this whole thing couldn't get any sexier.

Whatever you just saw, you wanted to see more.

The lewd noises of skin slapping against each other made you whine, the car filled with the sounds of your loud moans and choked cries, as well as grunts from both the guys. The sounds that left your lips felt embarrassing, but you barely had time to focus on that when Childe pushed himself deeper, hitting a certain spot inside you. "Ah, Childe! Slow down!"

You heard him chuckle, pushing your head back to meet his lips. "I could, but I bet you'd cry if I did."

You whimpered, knowing that those words were very true.

Your cries continued, zhongli leaning down to kiss your neck while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

You're so wet, is it all for us?

Do you like this? Want me to go faster?

Louder, I want to let everyone passing by hear your sweet moans.

You were sweaty, sandwiched between two guys that were making you get a taste of heaven. That thought alone would be able to send you over the edge. "Please!" You managed to choke out, tears running down your eyes as you begged. Childe only chuckled. "You wanna come? Go ahead, darling. Come for us."

You didn't even think twice as you came on both of their cocks, screaming as you came down from your high. Childe released the hold he had on your neck, your body practically falling on Zhongli's chest as you tried to process what just happened. You were completely out of breath, gasping quite loudly, your pussy growing sensitive when both cocks continued thrusting inside you. You whimpered, shaking your head weakly. "N-No more." You cried, but they completely ignored you, Childe's hands wrapping around your waist. He chuckled at your pathetic cries. "Look at you, what a mess, hmm?" He cooed, catching Zhongli's small smirk. You whimpered, hands clutching whatever they could find as both guys overstimulated you.

You couldn't even pull away, completely stuck between them with no escape. You could smell their scents with sweat, hear their heavy breathing and aggressive grunts as their skin slapped against yours. It only seemed to build your second orgasm faster, tears running down your cheeks as you felt their cocks completely destroying your insides. "F-Fuck!" You managed to breathe, your hands finding their way on Zhongli's shoulders again as his thrusts began to fasten even more than before. You could tell he was close, desperate for a release. Childe seemed to be as well, his groans becoming louder with every thrust. "A-Ah, I'm gonna come!"

Childe chuckled in your ear. "Right with you, darling."

You found yourself bouncing on their cocks, ignoring the throbbing pain of being overstimulated as you continued chasing your second orgasm. Both cocks met your thrusts, you just couldn't stop moaning and whining at the roughness of their cocks.

Childe came first, the sounds escaping his mouth almost sounding like a growl as he released his semen on your back. You were second, whimpering as the pain increased. And then Zhongli, the sexiest groan had left his lips when he came on your stomach, completely painting you with their juices. You fell straight onto Zhongli, your legs barely working as he laid down with you on top of him. You tried to turn around and face Childe, calling him over to lay on your stomach. He happily obliged, his head laying a bit too comfortable on your chest.

Your harsh breathing had filled the car's silence, Zhongli playing with the strands of your hair while you wondered how on earth you were going to get home.

"We should do this again." Childe breathed out, looking up from your chest with a mischievous glint in his eyes. For some reason, your cheeks flushed.

They wanna do this again? With me?

Zhongli chuckled from behind me. "I would love having her sprawled across the sheets of my bed."

A/N: tbh.. i only started writing bc of this

[leia-writes]

First of all I wanted to say how much I love and enjoy your writings, keep up the good work ❣️

I wanted to request a frontman x fem reader smut where Inho is really insecure because he thinks the reader is too good for him and he doesn't deserve her. He thinks she would be better off without him and happier with another man and in the end she assures him that she only loves and wants him.

Thank you so much and lots of love ❤️

thank you so much! enjoy~

Trust in Me

hwang in-ho | front man x reader

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song inspiration: trust in me by etta james

warnings: smut - 18+ ONLY (plus lotssss of fluff)

The bright city lights blurred past you as you sat in the car, next to In-ho. Your head was resting on the window, but your hand was holding his. You were exhausted, as you’d just finished working a round of the Squid Games with In-ho, working alongside him as the Front Woman. Now, the two of you were being driven back to your shared apartment for some much needed time off.

You’d worked with In-ho for a couple years now, having met after you won your own Squid Game. It was hard to get past his rough exterior, but the two of you quickly fell deeply for each other. It was easy to bond over your shared experiences as well. Despite both of your flaws, you had a great relationship, full of love, understanding, respect, and a bit of playfulness. You loved getting to know him beyond his stoic personality.

After each game, you were given some time off before having to return to the island. You were really looking forward to your time away with In-ho, since this last round of games had been particularly stressful for the both of you. The VIPs were especially demanding, and a few guards had acted out of line. There was never enough time in the day to get anything done, let alone sleep or eat. You also barely saw In-ho, making everything even worse.

You reflected on all of this as you sat in the car with In-ho, sighing to yourself. You were determined to make the most of your time away with him. You turned to him, and noticed he was looking at you, a melancholic look on his face.

You gave him a curious look. “What’s up?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Are you okay?”

You gave him a soft smile. “Yeah, I’m just tired. What do you want to do for dinner?”

“Whatever you want.” He leaned forward to kiss you softly.

You smiled. “Why don’t we go somewhere nice? We haven’t been out in a while.”

“Sure.” He smiled back at you.

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You arrived at your apartment, setting down your things, wanting to change and get settled in a bit before going to dinner. You immediately felt relaxed being back in your home, almost feeling giddy with happiness, but you could tell In-ho was lost in his thoughts. He wasn’t the most expressive person to begin with, but you could tell something was burdening his mind. Maybe it was just stress.

The two of you began unpacking your clothes together, but you had other plans in mind. You turned to In-ho and hugged him from behind, interrupting him. He turned around and wrapped his arms around you too, sighing. The scent of his cologne flooded your senses, bringing you comfort.

You brought your hands to his face and softly kissed him, then started rubbing your hands on his shoulders to try and relax him. His muscles were tense under your touch, and even though his arms were around you they were barely holding on to you. He was clearly troubled by something.

You broke from the kiss, looking at him concerned. “Tell me what’s wrong.” You gently rested a hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb.

He sighed, looking down and avoiding eye contact. You could tell he wanted to say something, but he kept it in and stayed silent.

“What’s going on?”

He looked at you, finally, and you could tell there was pain behind his eyes. What in the world was happening?

After several moments of silence, he finally spoke up. “I just… I hate seeing you stressed like that.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. That was it? You hugged him. “Hey, it’s okay. We both know what we signed up for.”

He dropped his arms. “Y/n… you could live a much better life away from all of this.”

You pulled away, taken aback. “What? Why would I do that?”

“You could do much better than this… much better than me.”

You stared at him in shock. Where was this coming from? The thought of leaving In-ho, the thought of being with anyone else, never crossed your mind. You had no idea he was harboring these feelings.

In-ho continued. “You could be happy if you weren’t with me.”

“But I am happy with you.”

He scoffed. “You’d be happier with someone else. I’m… I’m not good for you.”

Your heart broke at his words. “In-ho, what are you talking about? I love you so much... I don’t ever want to be with anyone else but you.”

He looked down, the torment on his mind evident on his face, in his demeanor. “I love you too. So much. But… I don’t deserve you.”

“In-ho… of course you do,” your voice broke, tears threatening to fall on your face. You really hated seeing him suffer like this. Both of you definitely had your moments of hardship, having gone through what you two had gone through, but this seemed more serious.

He looked at you, eyebrows furrowing at seeing your tearful eyes. “See? I’m just going to hurt you in the end.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head as the tears fell. “You’re not hurting me... I just hate seeing you like this, I hate hearing you say those things because I know it’s hurting you inside. It’s whatever is making you feel that way that’s hurting me.”

He looked at you wistfully, staying silent. He was tormented inside, feeling undeserving of you but also wanting to comfort you and make you happy as much as he could.

You looked at him intensely. “Stop saying those things and just be with me.” You hugged him tightly. After several moments, he finally brought his arms around you again, this time hugging you even tighter than you were.

You buried your face into his neck. “Come here.” You broke from the hug and led him into the bathroom.

You kissed him and began taking off his clothes, gentle in your touches and movements. He was still lost in his mind, overwhelmed with sadness. You took your clothes off as well, turning on the shower and leading him into it with you, standing under the warm water.

He looked defeated, so you focused on making him feel cared for and loved. You started with his hair, lathering his shampoo and gently massaging it in. You leaned on his chest as you did so, In-ho looking down at you with sadness but also adoration. You began to wash his body, and slowly his muscles began to relax under your touch.

When you were finished, In-ho immediately took over and began to do the same for you, though he stayed silent. As he washed your hair, you hugged him and rested your head on his chest, your heart swelling as you felt closer to him.

After he was done, you stood under the water and held each other close. In-ho looked down at you, an unreadable expression on his face. He pulled your face to his and kissed you intensely, as if he wanted to memorize the feeling of your lips. You brought your hands to his face, pulling him closer into a passionate kiss.

He kissed you breathlessly, picking you up with your legs wrapping around him. You ran your fingers through his hair, lightly pulling, causing him to moan softly. He pushed you against the wall, the coldness instantly sending shivers all over your body.

He kissed you roughly over and over and you wrapped your arms around his neck, your need and desire for one another melting together. He leaned down and began kissing your neck, biting occasionally to elicit a moan from you, one of his favorite sounds in the world. Everything he did to you made your need for him burn more intensely inside of you. You became breathless, and began to grind on him, looking for any sort of stimulation.

He groaned in your neck, and gently set you down, turning off the water. He roughly grabbed your face and kissed you. As you broke away from the kiss, you opened your eyes to see In-ho staring at you intensely.

He let out a long, shaky breath. “I just want you to be happy.”

“I know. I’m happy with you.”

He stared at you, almost as if he was trying to will himself to believe you, staying silent.

You led him out of the shower and quickly dried the two of you off, leading him to your bed. You had In-ho sit up on the bed and you climbed in his lap, hugging him tightly.

“If I lost you, I’d never be happy again.”

You leaned back to kiss him, gently but just as passionately as before. He caressed your back, holding you close, silent.

“So don’t ever feel like that again, don’t ever think I’d be better off without you. You make me so happy, I love you so much,” you said as you rested your forehead on his, caressing his face.

He kissed you and smiled. “Alright. I’m sorry. I love you too.”

You kissed him harder and began to grind on him again. He groaned into you and wrapped his arms around you tightly. You lined your entrance up with his aching cock, looking him in the eye and you sank down slowly on him.

You both moaned in unison, pleasure coursing through your veins. You leaned on In-ho’s shoulders as you began to move up and down on his cock, your pussy stretching on him and becoming wetter and wetter. In-ho dug his fingers into your hips as you moved, resting his head near your neck, breathing heavily. He slowly leaned back as you hovered over him.

You kissed him roughly and began bouncing on his cock, unable to control your moans at that point. In-ho rubbed his hands on your sides and then brought them to your face, making eye contact.

The feeling of closeness between you two heightened all of your senses. “Your cock feels so fucking good,” you moaned, pleasuring pulsing from your core.

In-ho grabbed your hair and pulled you into a rough kiss. His movements began intensifying and he started to thrust up into you, the force of the impact giving you a new level of pleasure. You cried out, wanting In-ho to hear just how good he made you feel.

Your moans overwhelmed his mind, and your sweet words pushed away any negative thoughts he’d been having before. He loved hearing how good you felt and wanted to be the source of your love and pleasure forever.

He flipped you on your back, pushing your legs down and thrusting into you at a rapid pace. He looked down at your pussy spread for him, then up at your face twisted in pleasure, and it almost sent him over the edge right then. He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to focus on him.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

His words sent goosebumps all over your skin. “I’m yours. I’m all yours,” you cried out, his cock hitting all your sweet spots. The feeling of being filled by him over and over sent a wave of pleasure from your core.

Your words made his heart swell, made him feel more confident and loved. “Fuck… yes. You’re all mine.”

He pushed your legs onto his shoulders and leaned forward, the two of you impossibly close. The new angle felt even better. You held on to his face and kissed him, your lips clashing so roughly you were sure to have a bruise. In that moment, it was impossible to express just how much you wanted each other.

You felt your orgasm approaching, and desperation started to overwhelm you. “Fuck, yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

In-ho could feel your pussy clench on his cock, sending him close to the edge himself. Your desperate moans urged him further. He quickened his pace, thrusting into you with as much force as he could.

You became even more desperate, letting out a stream of words unintentionally. “Fuck, please, please don’t stop, please don’t leave me, stay with me forever, fuck, yes, that feels so good–”

Your words surprised In-ho in the best way, his heart bursting. “I promise I’ll never leave you,” he huffed, his head resting on your shoulder. You were right on the edge.

“Fuck, I love you. I’m gonna cum,” you whined.

You immediately came on his cock, unable to hold it back. Your walls clenched In-ho’s cock unbelievably tight, your pussy and legs shuddering. A shockwave of pleasure spread from your core throughout your body and you let out a stream of whines and moans. As In-ho felt you reach your high, he came with you, your sounds and words sending him. As he felt you clench around him, he released his hot cum inside of you, burying himself as deep as he could. Feeling him cum with you made your orgasm even more intense.

You both caught your breath as In-ho leaned on one of his arms, his other reaching up to caress your face. He traced your features with his fingers, looking at you with pure adoration.

“I’m sorry.”

You smiled, exhausted. “Don’t be.”

In-ho laid down next to you and pulled you close to him. You looked up at him and held his face like he had just done to you.

“Trust me when I say I love you and you make me happy, okay?”

He nodded, “Alright.”

You smiled and sighed, feeling completely relaxed. In-ho then remembered you had planned on going out for dinner.

“Do you still want to go out?”

You pondered for a second, then nestled your head under his. “No, let’s just order in. I wanna stay just like this with you.”

In-ho laughed and held you tighter, and the two of you looked forward to your much needed time away together.

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congrats on 6k! may i request an angsty tasm! peter piece with the song all i ask by adele?

_all i ask

tasm!peter parker x female!reader

based on: all i ask by adele

words: 792

a/n: this is waaay sader that i thought it would be but i love it. but one day i have to stop breaking peter's heart this poor baby need a break

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“So this is it then? You’re just going to leave like this?” Peter asked with a broken voice.

You couldn’t even look at him. It was too difficult to assume what you just said, what you had just decided. It wasn’t fair to choose for you both. You knew it. But you couldn’t do otherwise. Not anymore. 

Breaking up with Peter was hard.

But being Spider-man’s girlfriend was harder.

When you started dating Peter, you had no idea he was Spider-man. When you learned he was Spider-man, you didn't imagine the number of tears you would shed.

You couldn’t wait every night, hoping you still had a living boyfriend. You couldn’t stand seeing pictures and videos of him fighting on line when he didn’t give you news. You couldn’t accept all the people obsessed with him to the point they tried to kiss him. 

You won’t ever forget the day he saved the mayor’s daughter and she gave him a passionate kiss on television to thank him. Peter didn’t mean to hurt you, he didn’t had the time to react. But it still hurted to be pushed aside.

“I don’t mean to be cruel, Peter.” You tried to say but you had cried so much, your voice was raspy. You just managed to tell him you couldn’t do this anymore before breaking down. And considering he was as sad as you were, he couldn't comfort you. “I’m not even asking you to forgive me, I just…can’t…” you sighed and tried to contain yourself.

Peter wasn’t moving, too broken to even think of taking your hand. He knew he couldn’t convince you to stay. It would have been selfish to ignore your pain and sorrow. He looked at you while you bent down to take your bag full of clothes you had let in his apartment. He watched you take steps towards the door. He couldn’t handle the silence already.

He can’t imagine it once you would have left.

“Can I…ask for one thing?” He finally said right when you put your hand on the handle. You turned around, curious. Peter still hadn’t moved. There were so many meters between you. So many that showed the distance that grew between you. “Can you stay just tonight?”

It squeezed your heart to hear these words. He was pledging, begging you to stay with him. For a few hours. You didn’t get the time to answer before Peter spoke again. You could tell how difficult it was for him from the way he was shaking. Like breathing was too much. Talking was too much. 

Living this moment was too much. “If it’s my last night with you…” you could barely hear him. 

You took new steps towards him. For the last time, you were closing the between you. Like it never existed. What was the cost of pretending one last time? 

You hesitated before caressing Peter’s cheek, scared of breaking him even more. You felt the wetness of his tears on his skin. He put his hand on top of yours and closed his eyes, appreciating your touch. “You can leave in the morning, I promise you I won’t try to keep you here…” he whispered.

Even if he couldn’t see it, you nodded. After breaking his heart, that was the least you could do for him. He slowly put his arm around your waist and put you against his chest. Just like before “I’m just asking you to hold me like I’m more than a friend, one last time…”

You broke against his chest. Grabbed his shirt with your hand to keep him close. You never thought you’d have to imagine a world where Peter is just a friend. 

So for tonight you were going to live in a world where happiness existed.

A world where you could still lay with Peter in his bed. Where there were no tears on your face, just pure and honest smiles that showed the love you had for each other. Even if tears were, tonight, the proof of how difficult it was to let the other go.

So tonight you laid in Peter’s bed for the last time. You curled against him, your head on his chest while he was playing with your hair. You traced small patterns on his chest, that you could almost feel against his thin t-shirt. It felt normal. Every now and then you would feel Peter’s sobbing. It was hard to not cry too.

But you wanted to remember your relationship in the most beautiful way. With love and happiness. With hugs that meant I love you. With kisses that didn’t mean goodbye. With the feeling of knowing tomorrow was a new chapter.

Not that tomorrow was the end of the book.