#this was last minute so i hope it's good enough

[mattybsgroupie]

— tub ★ matt sturniolo

— CONTENTS: established relationship; making out; semi-public sex; p in v; creampie; sub!matt

— NOTES: i literally gasped when i saw that pic and i just had to tell @mattscoquette how much i needed hot tub sex with him. well… here it is! i know i have so many requests but i promise i’m gonna write them all! not proofread as usual, i apologize for any mistakes, hope you enjoy it ♡

“finally” matt mumbled under his breath as he watched chris drink his last sip of soda before wrapping himself in a towel and getting inside the house. you chuckled at his comment, dragging your arms across the warm liquid that embraced you and moving towards matt. “why? i thought you were having fun”.

“i will have fun” he said, reaching for your hands and interlocking your fingers in each other’s palms as he pulled you closer, face to face with him. “now that it’s only us” .

“you’re so lucky water distorts the actual form of things” you teased, placing your forearms around his shoulders and comfortably positioning yourself on his lap, feeling matt’s boner against you. “i could tell you were hard 30 minutes ago” you continued, index flickering around matt’s necklace. you went further, bringing the chain in between your teeth before closing your lips around the cold metal, deeply staring inside his blue orbs.

“it’s not my fault” matt whispered, not being able to keep his eyes off of you. “not when you look this good” he allowed his hands to travel across your body, stopping by your hips and forcing them down. you gasped with the sudden contact, matt’s cock seemed to have gotten even harder if that was possible.

the purple, blueish light that shimmered from the corners of the tub along with the warm bubbles turned the moment intimate, and matt couldn’t help it — he pressed his chapped lips on your neck, licking the tiny droplets of water there.

you let out a heavy sigh, letting go of his chain and tilting your head to the side, allowing matt to go further. his stubble tickled against your skin as the kisses got more heated, his teeth gently nibbling on your exposed neck.

lost in matt’s touch, your hips started moving in a pace of their own, slowly grinding your covered pussy against matt’s hardened cock. the pressure caused by the water intensified the proximity of your parts, causing matt to groan in a low tone, trying his best to stay quiet.

“my good boy doesn’t wanna be loud?” you teased and matt threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. “mhm” he nodded, “don’t call me that”.

“why? you don’t want chris to know his big brother is all worked up from a little grinding?” matt nods again. your thumb hovered over his lips, brushing above the lower one before pulling it down in a pout. “use your big boy words” you demand as matt sticks his tongue out, licking your digit.

“need you” matt whined, his grip on your waist growing tighter. “need you so bad, please” he repeated, slightly jerking his pelvis upwards, a silent plead for you to notice his aching cock. you leaned in and sealed your lips together, intensifying the kiss as your hands traced their way down his torso, your nails scratching his chest.

matt’s hands went to your ass, harshly grabbing your flesh and lifting you from his lap. you took the opportunity to quickly pull his shorts — just enough to free his dick from the swimwear he was wearing. you could tell matt’s eyes were wandering around the backyard, as if he was checking if you were actually alone. you cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look at you and smiling warmly, letting him know he didn’t have to worry about a thing.

his sneaky fingers reached the straps of your bikini, easily undoing the tie and letting the black fabric hang loose, your bare pussy now only a few inches away from his shaft. matt guided you towards his length, lowering your cunt on his tip. you let out a deep sigh before fully sitting on him, his dick opening you up entirely. “fuck fuck fuck” he whimpered, “s-so tight fuck”.

“be a good boy hm? you want to shut you up?” you said, trying your best to keep your composure. matt’s veins pumped inside you, his tip brushing on your cervix. “nhng— yes… can’t be loud”. you chuckled at his eagerness, pressing your lips against his once more and sliding your tongue in, twirling the wet muscle around his own.

“you’re so big” you said amidst the kiss before pulling away, flickering your gaze from his lips to where your parts met. “look how good you fill me up hm?” matt nodded. it all felt too good. almost too much. he had been staring at you for hours, and his cock was throbbing underneath that bathing suit. the warm water around his body, your hands pressing his biceps, your pussy squeezing him. “you’re right here” you said, gently grabbing his wrist and placing his palm on your tummy.

“please i-i need to—” matt whimpered, his grip on your ass growing tighter as he bucked his hips upwards, mindlessly pounding inside you. you felt your own high approaching, the familiar knot on your lower belly begging to be released. “cum! please!” matt cried out loud. you shushed him, grabbing his jaw and lifting his chin up. moans came from the back of his throat, and you had no other choice but to bring your fingers to his open mouth. matt immediately wrapped his lips around your knuckles, sucking them with all his might.

“good boy” you praised him, receiving a muffled whine from him. “cum for me baby, fill me up” as you gave him permission, matt’s entire body trembled underneath you. his orgasm washed over him and his release threw you over the edge, the warm, thick spurts of cum painting your walls white.

matt panted heavily, tiny droplets of water dripping from his brown strands. none of you wanted to let go or get up, the comfort of being in each other’s embrace being enough to fall asleep right there — and you wouldn’t mind cockwarming him for the rest of the night. unfortunately, you still had to find your bikini panties and he had to make sure his brothers were already asleep. “hey, at least we didn’t make any messes huh?” he joked, giving you one last kiss before getting up and turning the lights from the hot tub off.

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[witherby]

DUDEEEEE, after reading your little Wayne (who is now a grown up) goes looking for a part time job and after quitting the last job I imagem them getting into a cafe job were both villain and heros goes and there's no fighting in there

Dude what's it like having such an amazing incredible spectacular brain

That's the coolest idea I've ever heard

The Littlest Wayne: Truce Juice

Nobody believes it at first, that your signage is genuine. They think it's a gimmick or a ploy to avoid your shop being targeted by villains if they decide to terrorize the city and start doing massive amounts of property damage again.

"Is it true?" Customers will ask, as they come by to get a smoothie or request a bagel. "You're willing to serve villains?"

And every single time, you smile, hand over their order, and say "yes!" Because you are.

Your family chooses to fight crime under the cover of darkness. They fix Gotham's problems by punching them and throwing them in Blackgate or Arkham. During the day, your father does his best to fund the places that need it the most — infrastructure, homeless shelters, food banks, education — but it's not enough.

You can help the normal citizens as much as you want, but they're still going to be terrorized by the villains that escape the prison and the asylum. They're still going to feel Othered from most of society, which is what drove them to villainy in the first place. Hurting them, pushing back at them, it fixes the short-term problems but never quite nips it in the bud.

Your hope is to treat the criminals like...well, like they're not criminals. Which is why you opened Truce Juice — a little drink cafe in the heart of the city that welcomes everybody, good, bad, and in-between. It's your good-faith experiment you had to beg your father not to intervene in, using either identity, for weeks before he finally agreed.

So, deed in hand, trained employees on staff, and insurance premiums through the fucking roof, you've got a business.

--

It takes a month of service and consistent advertising, but you finally start to see your experiment take shape. A gentleman wearing a half-black, half-white tuxedo walks into your cafe and approaches the counter with visible trepidation, hands stuffed in his pockets and sneering at everybody who makes eye contact with him.

Antiope, the girl currently working the register, clams up a bit, so you send her to the drink station instead and smile at Two-Face's henchman.

"Good morning," you greet him, "welcome to Truce Juice. How can I help you?"

The man looks at you like you've grown a second head. You smile back and gesture to the menu over your head.

"If you need a minute to look at the options, that's fine. I also have handheld menus for better visibility." You pick one up and offer it to him.

"You're actually fuckin' serious," he says, taking his hand out of his pocket. Customers loitering in the cafe flinch back as he does so, but you don't move. He takes the menu from you and glances over it. "...gimme a banana smoothie and a dozen plain bagels. Cream cheese and jelly on the side."

"Sure!" You punch his order into your screen and ring up the total. "Will that be cash or card?"

"What if I didn't wanna pay?" The man smirks. The hand still in his pocket makes a clicking sound. Several customers rush out. You don't move, but the shadow at your feet forms a disk shape and slips underneath the henchman, waiting to suck him into your pocket dimension if he starts getting belligerent.

"Then you don't get the smoothie and bagels," you reply calmly. "I'm running a business, sir. Goods and services are exchanged for money, here."

He clearly wasn't expecting you to say that. He stares at you. You stare back. He blinks incredulously. You blink expectantly back.

"So," you say again, "cash or card?"

"....cash," he mutters, digging into a separate pocket and pulling out his wallet. He hands over a fistful of bills. You ring him up and give him his change.

"Okay! Give us about five minutes. Did you want the bagels toasted?"

The henchman shakes his head. You smile and get to work, the dark disk melting back into your regular shadow. Soon, you're sliding the smoothie and box of bagels across the pick-up counter.

"Here you are. Have a good day!"

The man continues to stare at you like you're some freakish anomaly. You just give him a small nod, then turn to help the next customer brave enough to step inside with him here.

When you check the tip jar later, you see a fistful of hundreds crammed into it.

You feel your heart warm and know you're about to make huge waves in Gotham.

[spencewalterreid]

what if…don’t hear me out on this, i’m sleep deprived and projecting…reader is something of a favorite student of spencer’s whom he confronts about the, erm, suspiciously increasing bandages he’d been noticing on their leg or smt? he’d probably frantically point out the abundance of arteries there at some point 😭 please ignore this so hard if you don’t feel like it lmao

In The Morning, I'll Make Cereal

Summary: When Spencer notices you've been in a daze, he checks on you and finds bandages on your arm.

Pairing: Professor Reid / Reader (p)

Category: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Suicidality, self harm, scars, surviving an attempt

Word Count: 2,262

Author's Note: I loved this prompt. I hope you appreciate my interpretation of it:) it wasn't very specific but I did what I could!

It had been a long fucking week. Finally, at long last, it's your last class on Friday, But Professor Reid has been rambling for the last two hours. This class is only supposed to be an hour and forty-five minutes, but good God, this man can drone. Generally, you wouldn't mind it. On a better day, you would relish in his tangents, on and on about victimology and how parents not kissing their children enough makes them kill people or whatever, you're just not into it today.

Squinting, you scratch a few more lines of graphite into the head of the portrait you're drawing in the margin of your notebook, trying to shape the hair properly. It's giving you fits. You knock your knee against the side of your desk absentmindedly to the rhythm of the music in your wired headphones.

Spencer pauses mid-sentence, his brow furrowing as he sees you. There’s at least a hundred kids in this room, so he hadn’t noticed it before now. His amber eyes scan the classroom as they always do, but keep returning to you; head in your notebook and your bouncing knee. He sighs softly, rubbing his temple before continuing his lecture.

"…and as we've discussed, the lack of proper familial affection in the formative years can lead to a host of psychological issues that may manifest in aggressive or criminal behavior later in life. Take, for instance, the case study of Ted Bundy, who…"

Spencer's voice drones on, the words blurring together as you tune out, focused on the intricate details of the portrait taking shape beneath your pencil. You lean forward slightly, squinting as you shade a particularly difficult shadow, your tongue poking out the corner of your mouth in concentration.

"That's all. Thank you for your patience, I know today ran long. I'll see you all on Monday," Reid says, his gaze lingering on you. You’re always so attentive, hanging on every word. What the hell? He waits a moment at his desk, looking over the notes the students had dropped in the tray before leaving, but keeps glancing up. A few minutes pass and you’re still scribbling away, making no move to pack up. His face pinches in worry.

“Hey, class is over now. We just ran a bit over today," he says, projecting his voice to reach you.

Spencer stands up, straightening his suit jacket as he walks over to where you sit when you don’t reply, still scribbling away. He glances down at the notebook, his eyebrows raising as he recognizes the portrait beginning to take shape.

"I didn't realize you had such skill," Spencer comments, unable to hide the note of surprise in his voice. He leans down a bit closer to get a better look.

You don't reply at all until he leans down and you finally notice his presence. Your pencil scrapes across the portrait when you damn-near jump out of your skin. "Jesus!" you gasp, then place your hand over your heart. "You scared me." The corner of your lip twitches up into a smile, and caught up in your embarrassment that he saw the portrait of him, you didn't even realize that your long-sleeve shirt rode down a bit, revealing a bandage wrapped firmly around your forearm.

Spencer takes a step back, looking mildly alarmed at having startled you so severely. "I apologize, that was not my intent. I didn't mean to frighten you." His gaze drifts down to your wrist, his eyes widening briefly as he notices the bandage. "Are you… are you alright? That looks bad," Spencer asks, taking a knee and reaching for your hand to take it in his to assess the damage before you subtly pull it away.

Your heart falls through the bottom of your ribs, clashes against your intestines, and tumbles straight out your ass. "Uhm." Words. Form them. Hang on, do I even know any? Shit. You force a wry chuckle, dropping your hands to your lap and wringing them together, knocking your sleeves down enough to cover your wrists again. "I just." Ahem. "I just dropped a knife last night when I was making dinner. No biggie." Please, Please believe me. You thank any God that might be out there for having everyone else clear out before he approached you.

“Okay,” he agrees with a nod, letting you believe that he buys it. “Uh, you should be more careful, though,” he continues hesitantly. He reaches for your arm again and you let him. He pushes up your sleeve, and you swallow an argument. “Right here,” he says, dragging a finger gently along your forearm, the inner part of the left side, along the outer part of the bone. “This is the ulnar artery. You’ve got a lot of smaller veins in your arm, too, that could be dangerous if nicked, but that could have been really bad.” You don’t tell him how close his finger was to the gash made only hours ago.

Spencer wanted to pretend not to notice all the smaller scars dotted along the base of your wrist, and a couple on your hands that you could more believably wave off as accidents. He rests his elbow on your lower thigh, above your knee and a bit inward, making you wince. Again, he doesn’t say anything. Not yet.

“This,” he draws another line, this time down the side of your arm, “is the anterior condylar vein, or ACV. Easier to hit because it’s more shallow.” Spencer sighs, dragging a thumb across one of the smaller, now raised and white nicks. “I didn’t want to say anything, but-”

“I know,” you interject. “You have to report this. I get it.” The beginnings of tears nudge at the back of your throat, agitating a lump into it, and threaten to fill your eyes. “It’s okay,” you add, yanking your cheeks up into a suggestion of a smile.

The professor huffs again, revoking his touch and shifting from a one-legged kneel to a squat, resting his elbows on his own knees and looking up at you. “I’m not going to report you. I don’t think-” He runs a hand through his dark curls and puts it back on his leg. “That has only exacerbated the issue, in my experience. I need you to know… to know that I care.”

You shift uncomfortably, staring at your fingernails as you drag dirt out from under them. “Okay,” you mumble. To say you believed him in the slightest would be a falsity of the highest order.

“I do,” Reid insists as though he read your mind, craning his neck down and chin up to catch your eyes under the curtain of your hair. “I do care. I know you’ve been going through something, and I’m sorry, but I’m here.”

Spencer reaches out to gently tilt your chin up with his fingers, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that managed to escape. The empathy in his eyes makes your stomach churn. He’s just so genuine.

"Listen to me. I know you're hurting. I know you feel alone. But you're not alone right now, do you understand that? You have me, and I promise I will help you through this, any way I can. My offer to talk stands, anytime, anywhere. My door is always open to you."

“I heard you.”

“No, I know you heard me. I asked if you understood me. There’s a difference.”

Your lip wobbles against your will and you know you’re about to cry. You squeeze your eyes shut and turn your head away from him, a last ditch effort to hide your face. “I can’t-”

He leans in, pulling you into him, his voice lowering to a low, soothing murmur. "Please, don't let anyone else see these scars. Not until you're ready. I need you to take care of you. You're stronger than this. You have so much potential, so much to offer the world. Don't throw that away. Not now, not ever.”

Sobs wrack your body, and as the breaths leave your lungs in short, desperate hiccups, his embrace is an anchoring force. “You’re okay,” he whispers. “You’re okay. This isn’t your fault.” One of Spencer’s hands card through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. “I’m here, alright?” He doesn’t expect you to answer.

“I almost killed myself last night,” you sob, pulling away with great reluctance.

Okay, he really wasn’t expecting that. The look in his eyes, despite his trepidation, encourages you to elaborate. He only now notices how pale you are, and the dots connect.

“I–” You take a deep breath, centering yourself before you continue. “I had a spiral. I called- called everyone. My mom, my best friend, even the fucking hotline. And you know what? It was busy,” you laugh incredulously. “The suicide hotline was busy!”

He doesn’t get a word in, you’re too busy in a tear-fueled tangent. “And I- I cleaned my room. Spotless. I made my bed, and put on a good outfit, and I wrote a letter, and I, uh-” you smile, and it’s sad, a macabre thing. “I knew about the arteries.” Your spine straightens. “Anyway. I ended up sleeping in, so I guess that’s good, but when I woke up… it felt… it felt so dull.”

“What do you mean?”

“It felt small. My arms had scabbed over, miraculously, and I got up. I wrapped them, and I brushed my teeth, and I made cereal. I got in the car and drove 120 on the highway to get here, and I didn’t crash. I jaywalked across a busy street and nothing happened, and I just-” a shaky breath flowed over your lips and you slumped down in your seat. “I failed, and the world kept turning. I could have died last night, should have, and… nothing changed. Nothing at all.”

Spencer listens intently, his face twisted in something that looks an awful lot like heartbreak. When you finish speaking, he takes a deep breath, choosing his next words carefully.

"I'm so sorry you felt you reached that point, but I'm nothing short of relieved at your survival. You did the right thing by reaching out, even if the support you needed wasn't immediately available. That takes courage and strength."

He places his hand on your shoulder, warmth seeping through your jacket, and squeezes. "Feeling small and insignificant after a crisis like that is completely normal. It's a common reaction, but it's a lie. Your life has value. Your existence matters, and the world changing or not is not a reflection of your worth."

Spencer studies you like at any moment, you could fade into smoke. "You didn't fail last night. You survived. That's not a small thing, it’s significant. It means you have the strength to keep going, to keep fighting. And I will be here to support you in that fight, in whatever way you need. It means,” he pauses to gently jab a finger at your chest, above your heart. “It means that this doesn’t care about your feelings, and I apologize if that sounds harsh. When you… When you did that, your baroreceptors activated, which monitors your blood vessels, and caused your heart to start taking blood away from your limbs to keep it in your core, keep you warm. That caused vasodilation and a decrease in heart rate, which lowered your blood pressure back to a survivable rate.”

“What’s your point, Professor?” you ask, rolling your eyes in frustration.

“My point,” he continues firmly, “Is that your body is stronger than your mind sometimes. It fought to keep you alive, even when you felt you wanted to let go. That's a testament to your innate will to live, to survive. It's not a reflection of your feelings or wishes, but it's a part of you that can't be ignored."

Spencer takes your hand, covering it with both of his. "Please don't dismiss your survival as insignificant. It matters, and I believe it's a sign that you have the strength to keep going, to keep living. I know it's hard, and I know grief and pain can feel all-consuming at times, but you have so much life ahead of you. Your mind and your body are connected, but they are also their own beings in a way. Your body has carried you your whole life. Your blood cells have fought sickness, your muscles have soothed their own aches, and your bones have held you up. Your body isn’t attacking you, but you’re attacking it. How is that fair?”

You’re not sure what to say to that.

Spencer looks at you intently, pressing your hand in his tightly to ground you. "I know this is difficult to process. I know you're hurting. But I need you to understand that your body and your mind are not your enemies. They are part of you, and they need your care and compassion. I’m not going to make you promise me you’ll seek help, or that you’ll stop. I know it isn’t that simple. But I will ask this,” he says, and your heart contracts. “Be kind to yourself. Have compassion. Try to put things in perspective. You deserve so much better than this.”

“Can you feel that?” he asks, tilting his head to your hand.

You consider it, and you notice the steady throbbing from his unforgiving grip. “Yeah.”

“You’re gonna be okay,” he whispers, and the sweet look in those beautiful brown eyes almost makes you believe it. “You’re gonna save your life, and I’m gonna cheer you on.”

[theantho1ogy]

Priest AU #2

Ushijima x Fem!Reader

Can be read as standalone

Content: spanking, cockwarming at the end, brat taming?

You were a gift given to him by God, but you were a brat. Teasing him when he was preaching to the church, wearing such low tops that made your breasts pop out just right, and always catching him when he's suppose to be studying the scripture.

This was another test, to receive salvation Ushijima needed to make sure you knew your place. One thing he loved doing was showing his devotion and this was another gift for him, making you learn the hard way.

Priest!Ushijima was alone in his office, going over the passages he would preach to the church in an hour. Until you came strolling in, your skirt short like always and top thin enough he can make out the lace bra you had on underneath.

A temptation you would be if you weren't already his.

"What did I say about barging into my office when I'm working." Ushijima stated, paying you no mind. You strolled up to his desk leaning over his bible, giving him a full view of your cleavage.

"I just wanted to get some alone time with you before you have to talk to everyone." You huffed out, a small out on your glossy lips. "You get me after and before service, don't tell me you're being greedy now." Ushijima said, his voice sounding bored of your shenanigans.

Your attitude only got worse with his lack of response, with a sly smirk you got right in front of his face and slowly pulled down your top. "Are you sure you don't have even a minute to spare for me." You said in a seductive tone, hoping he'd give in.

Ushijima's gaze was set, taking in the view of your plump chest. His quickly slammed his bible shut, "lock the door."

You smiled, thinking you've won. Prancing over to tie the lock before making your way over to him. "What are we going to do today sir." You asked, shimming out of your panties.

Ushijima paid you no mind as he pushed his chair back slightly, making room between him and his desk. He patted his lap, not breaking eye contact with you, "lay down."

Confused, you slowly laid yourself over his lap. "Um sir? What are we doing?" The hesitance evident in your tone.

He ignored your question, silently working his hands up your thigh before flipping up your skirt. Your perky ass on full display. He slowly massaged one cheek, before slowly doing the same to the other.

"Every time my palm connects with your pretty little ass, you're going to recite a commandment. Got it."

His tone showed he wasn't joking, not like he joked normally. Fearing punishment you agreed, "yes sir."

Without warning his hand struck your ass, coming down quick. You jolted, not expecting him to go so hard. "I don't hear you speaking." Another quick smack connected.

You stuttered out whatever came out the top of your head. "Th- thou shall not covet." Ushijima rubbed your cheeks, giving you a second before striking again.

"Thou sh-shall not steal." The quick pain went away as he massaged you. Making sure you weren't hurting too bad.

Three more hits came as you squeaked out more rules. The stinging more prominent than when he first started.

You noticed Ushijima paused longer than usual, until you felt his thumb prod your lips. Letting his finger run down your slit, feeling your wetness coat him. "Are you enjoying this?" He asked, before smacking your pussy.

You moaned out in surprise, the mixture of pain and pleasure getting you more turned on. "Five more and then I'll give you a reward." Ushijima promised.

An eager nod and a wiggle of your hips had him continuing. His red hand print turning him on as he hit both of your cheeks. The sharp sting feeling so good.

You couldn't help but moan in between words, fully aroused as your slick ran down your thigh.

Finally getting the last word out, you turned towards him. Smiling up at him, waiting for your reward. Ushijima carefully brought you to your feet, making sure you could stand before unbuckling his pants.

Your mouth salivating at the thought of finally getting him inside you.

His thick cock standing so prettily, as he pulled it out of his pants. Slowly grabbing your waist as he maneuvered you to sit on top.

The stretch had you both moaning, your insides clenching around him as he filled you up. After a minute of adjusting you slowly started grinding down on him.

But he harshly smacked your pussy, abruptly stopping your movements.

"Your reward is to sit on my cock while I continue my studying before you rudely interrupted." You whined out, your lower half unconsciously squirming, begging for some type of friction.

A sharp smack came down on your front once again. "Do you understand." He glared out. "Yes sir."

Carefully adjusting his posture, he opened up his bible and continued on like nothing ever happened.

After the hour was up, and Ushijima was back in the public eye and performing for the audience. You sat in the back of the pews like every Sunday, but this time you had a small pillow underneath you.

[andre-and-cal]

IK IT'S A A WEEK ISH AWAY BUT CALDRE VALENTINE'S HCS⁉️😘

YESSS I wanted to do Caldre Valentine’s Day headcanons so bad !! Hope you enjoy! :3

Caldre Valentine’s Day Headcanons

At first, Andre thought that the whole concept of Valentine’s Day was stupid. Something he never understood was why some couples only showed appreciation for someone they cared about on one unnecessarily flamboyant day rather than doing so every day. While he stands by an unintentionally tender message, he never really did anything for Valentine’s Day. And neither did Cal. However, during their sophomore year, the teen wanted to make something for Andre, wanted to express his appreciation toward him. Calvin ended up giving him a small photo collage— which he and his parents had designed— of the Army of Two, from their middle school years up until then. With Andre having nothing prepared for him, it left him feeling guilty. As a last-minute gift, Andre decided to lend Cal one of his old switchblades, which he’d painted on. He wanted Calvin to keep it permanently.

The first time Cal asked Andre to be his Valentine, Andre’s heart jumped out of his chest. He’d choked out a simple, “Sure,” and tried to act all nonchalant and casual about it. But his leg kept bouncing up and down— they were in Cal’s bedroom at the time, sitting together and watching Beavis and Butthead. Luckily, Cal didn’t even really notice his overly-conscious behavior.

Ever since, Cal will ask Andre if he wants to be his Valentine, with a witty grin spread across his face. For which, Andre will accept the invitation seriously, but then snicker— he attempts to act like it isn’t serious, as if being Cal’s Valentine is just such a silly thing. But clearly, it is not, with how Andre now indulges himself in some Valentine’s Day traditions.

Following, when Valentine’s Day came around during their junior year, Andre and Cal did start to be a little more receptive toward each other in terms of gift-giving. Andre buys Calvin items that he’s heard him talk about or mention before— like maybe a Misfits album on CD, or a cool poster from a TV show Cal likes. Often, Calvin creates cards and handmade trinkets for Andre, since Andre doesn’t usually ask for much aside from snacks and a bag of chocolate caramel candy bars. Andre is an absolute sucker for chocolate caramel, and Calvin knows this, so when he has no money, he’ll ask his parents to purchase a bag of them for the teen. In addition, when he does have some cash in his pocket, he’ll buy them for Andre. One year, Cal had his little sister make matching bead bracelets for him and Andre— although, the two teenagers don’t wear them in public. Instead, they keep them protectively stored in their bedrooms.

Calvin will stay up late working on little makeshift Valentine’s Day cards for Andre, often putting off dinner so he can work on the cards. He writes poems for him, too !! With Cal being a bit of a teenage poet, his poems aren’t perfect, but they’re lovely enough for Andre. Cal wants to impress Andre so badly, and even though his writing is generally more on the dark and moody side, with sappy topics not necessarily being Cal’s forte, he tries hard to make sure his poems for Andre are lovey-dovey. He wants the other boy to feel good while reading them.

But most of all, they go out together... as usual, really. But when they do, it feels a little different; the atmosphere feels less “needed” and more “wanted”. To elaborate, both boys feel relaxed when they go out together. It feels more like an actual date, less like a mission— which, their private outings do essentially serve as unspoken dates. Especially during “Valentine’s season” as Cal calls it. And by the end of the day, Cal ends up in Andre’s arms, whether at his own house or at Andre’s house.

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FUCK YOU, don't leave me

Part Three: Heat (Part One, Part Two)

Gally x Fem!Reader, NSFW!!

Considering your antics last month, your friends are shocked to see that both you and Gally have been allowed to come to bonfire night tonight. They would have been shocked to see both of you entering the woods only minutes apart, if they had noticed. Although this imminent confrontation is going to end in a very different kind of heat; the type that threatens to change your dynamic forever.

Genre: enemies to lovers, SMUT (starts abt 4.1K words in there’s lots of exposition)

Word Count: 7.3K  Read Time: 25 minutes (it’s a long one, ik, bear with)

Warnings & Info: protected, drunk p-in-v sex, despite the fact that both characters are drunk when they have sex there is very clear implied, physical, and verbal consent!! slight mutual masturbation, missionary, virgin!Gally & virgin!Y/N, underage drinking, strong language, “we shouldn’t be doing this” vibes, Gally's thoughts in green, Y/N's thoughts in blue

Author’s Note: I’ve never written smut before but I have had sex so how hard could it be? I hope you guys love this part; I absolutely loved writing the woods scene and I truly think it is the best writing of this whole fic thus far so tell me what you think! Part 4 will be the final part!

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As you were cleaning the med-hut, Gally was changing out of his work clothes, taking a moment to wipe his face with a clean towel and inspect the muscles in his arms, feeling suddenly self critical. He had never really cared about his appearance before, but something about the content of his dreams lately had him wondering things he’d never wondered before, like if his hair was cut too short or if his muscles didn’t compliment his height. He cursed at himself for acting like a dumb teenager with a crush, but that didn’t stop him from picking out his best shirt, (the one he never wears while working), and running his hands nervously through his hair. He walked out of his hut quickly, trying to shake the thought of what expression might be on your face when you see him tonight. 

Now that you were back in your hut that you shared with all the Glade girls (Elsie, Lireale, Gia, Ariana and now, supposedly, tonight’s greenie who hasn’t remembered her name yet), you peeled your Med-Jack uniform off methodically. You hesitated over your clothing trunk before changing into the closest thing to a nice outfit The Glade affords you; a deep red, v-neck top with a small black bow in the middle of the v (courtesy of Lireale’s sewing skills) and black pants that are tighter fitting than your work pants. You were grateful that all of your roommates were already at the bonfire, as you were sure that at least one of them would’ve asked you snidely who you were trying to impress tonight, if they had watched you pick this outfit.

If everyone’s going to be staring at me tonight, I might as well look good.

You ran your fingers absentmindedly through your hair as you tried to shake the feeling that this idea of Alby’s was going to go terribly wrong. You were pretty sure Gally had moved past his murderous rage from that night, but that still left his regular rage, and that’s not much better. Although he did offer to stay home tonight which suggests a lack of rage entirely and besides that he’s probably been too distracted lately to want to come after you. Feeling you’d procrastinated enough, you walked to your door, prepared to face whatever fresh hell this night had in store for you.

As it turned out, there wasn’t much hell to be had currently. You and Gally had both been greeted by your respective friend groups with shock and delight. They were trying to be non-invasive and avoid pointed questions about how the hell you managed to be here tonight, but you both noticed their eyes darting between you two in the dim light of the bonfire, waiting for the tension to break. After settling into the festivities with a lot less apprehension, you decided to make a pit stop at Frypan’s table, to ask for something you knew you shouldn’t.

“Hey Fry!”

“Hey Firecracker,” you cringed at the nickname. “How’s your night going? Are you thinking of setting the place on fire again?” his eyes flashed mischievously.

“No no, my arson days are behind me, Fry. I could use a drink though,” you slipped in, slyly, hoping Alby hadn’t gotten to him first.

“Shit, you know Alby would kill me if I gave you one,”

Fuck, he had gotten to him first. Either that or he was just demonstrating common sense, you thought to yourself. It was actually the former. The day after the incident last month, Alby had forced Gally to clean out his entire stock of his drink and hand it over to Fry for safekeeping. He had also forbidden Fry from giving Gally any of the ingredients to make more. When Alby had finished with you earlier that night, he had marched straight up to Fry and made him promise under threat of a week spent in The Pit to not give you or Gally even a drop of alcohol tonight. Frypan had tried to tell him that Gally utterly terrified him at the best of times and he was sure he already hated him for taking away all of his drink in the first place. He further explained that you were a friend of his and because of those reasons combined he didn’t think he’d be very good at resisting either of you, but the leader wasn’t having it.

“Pleeassee Fry. You know bonfire nights are the only nights I ever drink. And I’ve been doing really good this month,”

“I don’t know…” Fry was getting nervous. On the one hand you had a fair point, one he’d already considered you’d make. On the other hand, he had just gotten back into Alby’s good graces after an incident of his own two months ago that involved an out-of-control smoke bomb and he didn’t want to jeopardize his leader’s favor.

“Just one glass, I promise I won’t do anything stupid. I just want to hang out with my friends,” Fry looked nervously from left to right, half expecting Alby to appear and scold him on the spot. But against his better judgement and in line with what he told his leader would happen anyways, he reached behind him and filled a mason jar of Gally’s signature elixir.

The night had quickly blurred into an orange colored haze from there. You downed your jar as quickly as you could, feeling the familiar warmth of it spread first to your cheeks then to the rest of your body. You laughed with your friends, played a convoluted drinking game with your fellow Med-Jacks, introduced yourself to The Glade’s newest female greenie (promising her that you weren’t normally this chatty), and got dared to take your top off by an equally drunk Slicer who’d always had a thing for you. You didn’t comply….obviously. And yet, through all the camaraderie and the feeling that things were finally getting back to normal after the horrors of this last month, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. You’d turn your head to try to find the pair of eyes responsible for this feeling, but that only led to more blurry vision, the alcohol in your system disagreeing with the movement. 

“I’m going for a walk,” you blurted out suddenly to Lireale, who’d been singing an abstract melody over a very out of tune guitar Thomas was absentmindedly strumming.

“What! Are you crazy?” she slurred back at you, trying to snap her mind back to reality to keep you from doing something excessively stupid for the second bonfire night in a row.

“I just need some fresh air,” 

“Are you fucking kidding me Y/N? We live in a Glade; this whole place is fresh air!” she hissed. You couldn’t help but giggle at her outburst. But something was nagging at you and you just felt like you had to get away from people for a while.

“I’m just gonna walk to the little river past the deadheads and then I’ll come back. Promise,” Lireale’s expression shifted from shock to exasperation. It was clear she wasn’t winning this fight and there wasn’t much use in arguing with you; you’d always been stubborn to a fault.

“Fine. But if you’re gonna go skinny dipping, make sure you keep your clothes right next to the water so no one can come over and steal them from you,” You smiled at Lireale’s practical advice, rising from your seat in the grass and giving her an unsteady kiss on the forehead before taking off in your desired direction.

Gally watched your slightly stumbling figure disappear into the darkness of the woods, his interest piqued. He’d been stealing glances at you all night, trying to ignore how much he liked the shade of your top and how he never noticed that you got even prettier when you got drunk, with your hair all astray and a giddy look on your face. Every time he’d feel that familiar heat of desire bubble in his chest, he would dig his fingernails into his palm, trying to use the pain to bring him back to reality. Despite his terrible nail-biting habit leaving his fingernails flush to the skin, they still left small crescent shaped markings and he was beginning to believe they’d become permanent with how often he was having to police his own thoughts.

His looks had gone from quick glances to several uninterrupted seconds of staring as more of his drink began to flood his bloodstream. He’d let Alby believe that he’d given his whole stock to Frypan, but he’d swiped a bottle from an undisclosed personal store under his bed before heading out for the night. No fucking way I’m doing tonight sober, he’d thought to himself before taking the first swig.

So now here he was, plenty drunk with his eyes blurry, his cheeks flushed, and his groggy mind just now beginning to realize that maybe adding copious amounts of alcohol to an already stiff inner cocktail of repression, frustration and desire wasn’t exactly the best way to calm his racing thoughts. He tried to snap out of his lustful haze by tuning back into the spirited conversation his friends were having around him as they lounged on the grass.

“...would fucking kill him before he even tried. Right Gally?” Ben asked indignantly, clearly looking for backup.

“What? Kill who?” Gally muttered, trying to focus his eyes on Ben’s face and figure out what side of this undoubtedly pointless debate he should be on.

“Minho wants to fuck Y/N,” Zart stated bluntly, flashing Gally an evil grin as he watched Minho’s eye widen with fear.

“I do not! I just said she was kinda hot!” Minho blurted back, his voice slurring. He did not want to start a fight with Gally over this of all topics and he was regretting ever mentioning this opinion in Zart’s presence, who he should’ve known wouldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“And I said don’t even think about it because you’ll fucking kill him if he gets within ten feet of her,” Ben finished with an arrogant tone. He was unaware of the sudden tension that fell over the group as they watched Gally think over this information. They were hoping they hadn’t set him off like last month’s incident when one of them, (no one could remember exactly who), revealed that Builder’s crush on you that made him pick a fight with you in the first place.

“Why can’t you shanks ever focus on anything other than girls?” Gally hissed, hoping his blatant hypocrisy wasn’t showing on his face. The group breathed a collective sigh of relief as he seemed no more angry at this prospect than he normally would be.

“Because we’re teenage boys,” Newt piped up from the corner, smiling to himself as he took a deep sip from the mason jar in his hands before passing it to Ben.

“And fantasizing about girls passes the time faster,” Ben continued, taking another sip from the jar and shuddering at its bitter taste. The rest of the circle grunted in agreement as he passed the jar to Zart.

“And we’re all pretty sick of just fucking our hands in the shower every morning!” Zart finished grandly, holding the jar in his hands in front of him like he was making a toast. This sent a chorus of raucous laughter through his friends and Gally went an even further shade of red. He was hit with the flashback of the fantasy of you that had him partaking in that very activity this morning when he suddenly realized he probably shouldn’t be around his friends anymore tonight. Too many eyes are on him and too many potential questions could be formed about just what had gotten him so flustered these past few weeks. 

“Alright guys, I’m turning in for the night,” Gally stated which elicited disappointed groans from all. “Hey somebody has to keep you shanks in line when you’re all hungover tomorrow,” he glared at a small group of the youngest Builders in The Glade, who had been listening in on the conversation without participating. Gally rose to his feet slowly to avoid stumbling like a drunkard and began taking off in the direction of his hut, nodding curtly at the goodbyes his friends called out. Minho scrambled to his feet upon realizing Gally was leaving and rushed to catch up with him, though his head was spinning quite unpleasantly.

“Hey Gally! I’m sorry about that. I’m not gonna do anything with Y/N, I swear. I’m just-I’m really drunk, man, and we were talking about our types and, ya know, which of the girls in The Glade are closest to it and someone brought her up and all I said was-” he rambled nervously as he half jogged next to Gally’s surprisingly swift gait.

“Jesus, Minho, calm down,” he shoved a forceful hand against the Runner’s chest. “I don’t give a shit man, I know it’s all talk,” he dismissed as he took up walking again. 

“Yeah all talk definitely definitely,” Minho repeated breathlessly, relief washing over him as he realized Gally hadn’t noticed how he was spending more and more of his dinners in the Med-hut with you these past few weeks. The increased closeness that was tentatively budding between you two wasn’t anything yet but whatever it was, it definitely wasn’t all talk.

“Get some sleep, man, Ben said you guys are running the outer sections tomorrow,”

“I will, in a bit. ‘Night Gally,” Minho stopped for a moment and willed himself to calm down. It’s nothing, he thought to himself as he meandered his way back over to his friends. I barely know her; we just started talking, he continued in his head. Gally probably won’t murder me if I make a move…probably. He was so preoccupied in his own anxiety that he failed to notice that Gally had veered very distinctively off course.

“Where the fuck is that shank going? I thought he was going to bed,” Zart exclaimed, watching Gally cross from the path he’d been on towards his hut to a path towards the woods.

“I don’t know, it’s Gally mate,” Newt responded, trying to sound nonchalant but secretly logging this in his mind to ask his friend about later when he was sober and during daylight hours. “Hell’ll freeze before we figure him out,”

Nobody from Gally’s circle of friends in the grass had seen you slip into the woods ten minutes earlier. And nobody from your group of friends by the bonfire had seen Gally change course to follow in your footsteps. The Glade remained blissfully unaware of the imminent collision of its two most-at-odds members. 

Gally wouldn’t have been able to tell anyone what made him change course for the woods at that specific moment. He knew he really shouldn’t have, and that the fallout of you two meeting face to face again would most likely end in strict punishments for both of you. But he couldn’t bring himself to care at that moment. He couldn’t deal with the searing heat that was coursing through his body just beneath his tanned skin for even a moment longer. 

Gally was steaming mad. Not at Minho, for thinking you were attractive, not at that Builder from last month for having a crush on you, not at Alby for punishing him, Newt for questioning him, his crew for making fun of him, the entire Glade for whispering about him or even at you for so consistently irritating him. He was enraged with himself for a multitude of reasons; letting his otherwise unperturbed mind be corrupted by mindless teenage sex fantasies, looking at you that night in the Med-hut when he should’ve just kept his eyes to himself, feeling the distinct burning of lust boil in his stomach, for the first time since he had arrived in The Glade. So he was going to do something about it.

He marched through the pitch black of the woods with a renewed vigor that sent a little more coordination through his drunken body. He finally spotted you in the exact spot you had told Lireale you would be in; sitting next to the little pond past the deadheads, your right hand absentmindedly stirring the still water. 

“Y/N!” he barked, making you startle as your ears took in the sudden gruff tone piercing through the silence of the woods.

“Gally?! What the hell are you doing here? Did you fucking follow me??” you yelled, spinning around to face him and jumping to your feet, ever-familiar venom searing through your body that was at peace moments ago.

“No!” Gally snapped back, his voice not reflecting the brief panic now filling his mind. He hadn’t thought about what he’d say to you until right now. “I’m just so fucking tired of this shit!”

“What the hell are you talking about now?”

Gally faltered slightly, trying to find a justifiable reason to be as upset as he was. Without warning, he found an abundance of them that began pouring from his lips like a suddenly opened dam.

“All of this! This whole last month; it’s been fucking ridiculous! You burned both of us for no fucking reason and now we have to tiptoe around everybody here like we’re fucking criminals. We had to apologize to each other like we’re fucking five years old and come to this stupid bonfire night again this month because Alby wants us to put all this shit behind us; but fuck that! I can’t fucking stand you, Greenie!”

Fuck, she looks really…

“Good! Glad we’re on the same fucking page Gally. And it wasn’t for no reason, you dumb shank; you called me a slut in front of the entire Glade! Did you think I’d just lie down and fucking take that?? And you’re not the one Alby threw in the pit every night for a month straight; count your fucking blessings, asshole, at least everyone doesn’t think you’re a deranged fucking arsonist!”

Is he seriously doing this now? I know his timing is always shit but…

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Everybody always thinks you’re just the defensive one but you start fights just as much as…”

“Me?! I would be perfectly happy to never get into another fight again but every time there’s something to complain about, we all have to hear it from….”

“You know that’s not true. Face it Y/N; you fucking love this!”

Silence snapped into place like the final piece of a puzzle as soon as those words left Gally’s mouth. You felt the heat of your anger traveling up to your cheeks but also down to your stomach, creating a dizzying sensation you weren’t familiar with. You barked a forced laugh to try to diffuse this new feeling.

“I love this? What the hell is there to love about this?!”

Is this why I’m always so mad at her? I mean what the fuck kind of coping strategy is…

“This is the reason you and I can get through all the bullshit of living in this prison. Because if we’re fighting with each other, we can’t really think about anything else,”

We’re insane. I think he might actually be…

“Right, so what am I supposed to do, thank you?”

“Maybe it’d be a nice change of pace,”

You both hadn’t noticed it, but you had been stepping closer to each other this entire exchange. You were no more than six inches apart now, breathing heavily, both sets of eyes roaming the other with greedy contempt, almost hungrily.

“Fuck you, Gally,” you finally managed to spit out, almost breathless, the heat in your stomach coiling into tight knots. “Fuck you, Y/N,” he hissed back, positively burning up now.

And suddenly, as if this had been the plan all along, Gally was grabbing your waist and pulling you into a hot, angry, pent-up kiss. His calloused hands grabbed at your hips as his tongue explored your mouth vigorously, finally connecting the heat that had been building up in both of your bodies. He was kissing you like you were the last woman on earth. And you might as well have been.

Despite any protests you should’ve had, you let yourself enjoy the sensation of being manhandled by Gally. He was feeling you up desperately, his hands now slipping underneath the fabric of that damn red v-neck top, snaking their way up your back and then back to the front, his fingers fiddling with the underwire of your bra. He felt his blood rush downwards to where he really wanted you and he was sure that with you pressed up against him, you could feel it too. He disconnected his lips from your mouth and started trailing hot kisses down your neck, sending stifled moans and gasps tumbling from your lips. You pulled away slightly and he adjusted his head to look you in the eyes.

“Are we really fucking doing this?” you questioned, trying for the same angry tone you had used before but your voice was too breathy now.

“Yeah. Fuck it,” Gally responded hoarsely, surprisingly accepting of this objectively insane situation.

“Then let’s go to your hut,” 

“Are you serious?” Gally questioned, only to be absolutely sure this wasn’t just a convoluted revenge plot.

“Deadly,” you whispered back. The heat in your stomach was now replaced by an intense pulling sensation. You needed him. In ways he couldn’t give you while you were both standing fully clothed in the middle of the forest.

Gally disconnected his arms from your body and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the original path he had told his friends he was taking. That felt like a lifetime ago. Bonfire night was still going strong in the distance, so undercover of the intense darkness of The Glade, you and Gally snuck in the back of his hut and he shut the door as quietly as he could. 

He crossed the room to where you were now sitting on the edge of his bed, (just like you had been in all of his fantasies over the past three weeks), pulled your red top over your head and threw it in a ball on the ground. He admired the expanse of soft skin that was now open to him as he stood above you. He wanted to really take it in now, not like that quick glance in the Med-hut, and several tension-filled seconds passed with his eyes roaming your chest greedily, watching it rise and fall with a quickened pace.

“Are you just gonna stare at me or are you gonna fuck me?” you snapped bravely. You could tell that the alcohol in your system had drafted that response. Gally shook his head slightly to break his gaze and looked apprehensively in your eyes.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” he faltered, hot guilt washing over him as he began to consider the consequences of this action for the first time.

“It’s a terrible idea,” you replied, chuckling slightly. You tried to look him in the eyes but couldn’t tear your blown pupils from his lips, which you wished dearly were planted back on your neck at this moment.

“We’re both really drunk,” Gally continued, tentatively running a calloused hand over your shoulders. You felt yourself ease into the contact, your heart rate rising to match your shallow breathing.

“We’re also not supposed to be anywhere near each other,” You lifted your arm to run a hand over Gally’s forearm. The strong muscles from years of manual labor felt like heaven under your soft touch. The Builder’s breath hitched at the innocent contact, feeling a mixture of comfort and lust spread through his body.

“We hate each other,”

“Well we don’t have to right now,” You let a smile spread slowly across your face.

Consequences be damned.

Gally didn’t respond to this statement, he just pulled his blue shirt off of his body and threw it on top of your red one. This triggered an avalanche of movement from the both of you as two sets of shaking hands flurried to undo belts, boot laces, and waistbands, worried that if they moved any slower, all momentum for this batshit idea would be lost.

When the movement finally slowed, you were both down to your underwear, you laying on Gally’s bed with your head on the pillow, your hair forming a halo around you. Gally was still standing at the side of it, his toned chest heaving, and you beckoned to him with your finger. You had both come to a non-verbal conclusion that the less you talked during this exchange, the better, and so a comfortable silence fell over the hut.

Before he joined you on the bed Gally rummaged in his bedside table for a small object he had long given up on ever using; a condom. These had started coming up in The Box every month as soon as the girls did. Alby had begrudgingly given a few to every guy in The Glade, muttering that he didn’t want anyone having sex in the first place, but if they did, he certainly didn’t want to increase the population.

Gally eased himself onto the bed, straddling your body, setting the small foil packet next to the pillow. He lowered himself down to you agonizingly slow, arms bent on either side of your shoulders. You rose your head to meet him, pink lips and alcohol-laced breath meeting once more. You pulled out of the kiss for a moment to bite down on his lower lip which triggered an uncharacteristic whimper to fall from his lips. He took this as a signal to begin placing needy kisses down your neck again, and though the heat of his lips felt divine on your skin, you wanted to move on to the main event. After all, you didn’t drunkenly strip down to your underwear in the living quarters of your worst enemy just to make out; if you’re going to make a terrible decision, at least see it through.

You started tracing your hands down his abs, hitching your fingers in the waistband of his boxers. Gally started a little at the contact, grateful that his face was pressed against your collarbone so you couldn’t see his blush deepening. He’d never had anyone touch him like this and he was quickly becoming addicted to it. All the fantasies he had conjured up of you in the past three weeks couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing. 

He felt his blood throbbing in his cock as he left several purple hickies on your chest, lavishing in the moans you made whenever he’d bite down. He finally pushed himself up on his knees, shifting from side to side as he pulled his boxers off awkwardly, leaving himself now totally exposed. You took his cue, unhooked your bra and shimmied out of your panties, throwing them both off to the side. You both took a moment to admire each other, having to stay very still to avoid the blurred vision that came when you moved too fast.

He raked his eyes over your chest, admiring the curve of your tits that were previously concealed in your bra. Fuck, she’s hot. Without thinking about it, he reached for his cock with his right hand, slowly pumping himself as he trailed his eyes to the wetness pooling between your legs, his eyes widening and the knot beneath his navel begging for release.

You took your time admiring his hulking frame and the muscles flexing in his right arm as he quickened his pace, sliding his hand up and down his surprisingly-massive cock. You liked seeing Gally like this; his jaw slack, eyes glued to you, cock leaking precum that made his calloused hand glisten in the low light and most importantly, his mouth kept firmly shut. It was such a turn on, you reached your own right hand down to your heat and slipped a finger inside, pumping slowly and growing wetter by the second, preparing yourself for him. I can’t believe I want him, but I really fucking do.

As if he had read your thoughts, Gally took his right hand from his cock and his left from his waist to grab your thighs with both and spread them further apart. You removed your right hand from its place between your thighs and gently grabbed his cock, trying to mimic the pumping motion he had been doing moments before. 

Ohfuckohfuckohfuck. Your hand on his cock felt about a hundred times better than his own and it was all he could do to suppress a moan. He let himself throw his head back, his eyes rolling, before the part of his brain that hadn’t gone fuzzy from the friction finally remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He put his large hand over yours and guided it back to its place next to your body. He then reached for the foil packet sitting next to the pillow and ripped it open quickly, sliding the slick latex over himself clumsily, needing to adjust it several times. He felt his cheeks grow hotter, feeling embarrassed at his lack of experience being shown so plainly but he shook it off quickly.

He gripped your waist with his left hand and with his shaking right hand, gently guided his cock to your slick opening. Lining up his tip to your willing hole, he pushed his hips forward slightly when a searing pain suddenly wracked your body.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed suddenly, jolting Gally out of the beautiful relief he had begun to feel. You grabbed his cock instinctively, keeping him frozen in place with just his tip sheathed inside of you.

“What? Are you ok?” he asked worriedly, his heart rate rising with anxiety. He was sure at this moment that you had realized how colossally stupid this was and you were going to shove him off of you, slap him square in the face and then run straight to Alby, who would ensure you’d never get this close to him again.

“I’m fine, it just stung a little bit. I’ve never done this before and…fuck, Gally you’re a lot bigger than I thought you’d be,” your voice was light and as soon as those words left your mouth you began to regret it. You watched a small smile spread quickly across the Builder’s face.

“I’m…big?” he repeated slowly. He’d never tell you, but this appraisal from you about his size had his heart leaping. Like any teenage boy he was naturally insecure in that department and hearing you use that adjective sent his ego inflating to a massive size.

“Fuck off! I’m a virgin, everything’s big to me,” you reasoned hotly, not wanting him to get any cockier than he already is. You were pretty sure that Gally would be considered big to any girl, regardless of their experience, but he didn’t need to know that you thought that. You let your grip around his cock go slack. Your body still wanted more of him even if it was going to prove slightly difficult now.

“So am I. I’ll just, uh, go slower? And you tell me how it feels, ok?” he responded with a softer tone that was laced with uncertainty. He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing anyways so he would welcome the feedback regardless. You nodded slowly and he lined himself back up, pushing slightly inward again, watching your face scrunch up with pain again. He stopped, pulling back slightly.

“Hold on, I think I know what might help,” you said, readjusting your body until your hips were angled up instead of parallel to the bed so he’d be thrusting down, not forward. “Try again,”

“You sure?” he raised an eyebrow at you, beginning to worry this wasn’t going to work at all. Despite his long history of negative emotions associated with your presence, he found his mind cut through his lust with concern; he really didn’t want to hurt you.

“Positive,” you nodded, meeting his eyes with a determined gaze. 

Gally lined his cock up to your entrance for the third time, not having to bend over so much due to the new angle. He braced for your pained whimper as he pushed his hips down towards you but he got no such sound in response. Though it still stung slightly as he pushed his tip inside of you, a warm, pleasant pressure spread slowly beneath that feeling, starting to overpower it.

“Are you good?” Gally asked, trying to conceal the shake in his voice from the mind-melting pleasure he was getting from finally being half inside you.

“Yeah, keep going,” you muttered, trying to get used to the warm feeling of your body enveloping him.

He obliged quickly, sinking more of his cock slowly inside of you, gripping your waist tightly now. He was now realizing that it was going to be difficult not to cum after one stroke as the new sensation of your heavenly inner walls already had him teetering on the edge. The experience of his cock filling you up felt more and more natural the deeper he thrusted. He finally bottomed out with a groan, his pelvic bone now pressed against yours.

“Gally,” you moaned softly and he could definitely tell that it wasn’t a moan from pain. His cock twitched inside you at the sound. She’s moaning my name. I can’t believe this is real.

“Feeling good, Y/N?” he stuttered back, the pressure underneath his navel building up massively as he began to slowly thrust his hips back and forth, watching your face intensely for any sign of discomfort. Your face flushed at the sound of your name falling from his lips. He is big.

“Yes, fuck me faster,” 

You had meant for it to be a command but it came out in the form of a whimper. Nonetheless Gally complied quickly, cutting the time between each stroke in half, experimenting with pulling more of his cock out of you just to slam it back harder the next time. Your moans had begun to fill the air around him, just like he imagined they would. The feeling of your pussy wrapped so tightly around his cock, pulling him in, was so otherworldly it blew any sexual release he’d ever given himself with his own hand right out of the water. 

He forced himself to open his eyes and look down at you, your body recoiling from each thrust, sending your tits rippling in a hypnotizing circle. He stared down at where his cock disappeared inside you, practically drooling from the sight. He tightened his grip on your waist, now using his arms to pull your hips back and forth on his cock, instead of him thrusting his.

You started seeing spots in the corner of your vision at this new move. You could feel your wetness leaking down from where his cock was sliding in and out of you and the pressure was building in between your hips. You marveled dumbstruck at what little strength it took for him to move your entire body so easily. 

“Keep…going…like…that,” you managed to sigh between moans, your hands now reaching up to his shoulders, fingernails digging into his tanned skin. This stinging sensation sent shockwaves through Gally’s body, who now locked into his task with laser focus. He listened to the faint squelching noises of your wet core taking his cock so well as he slammed your hips repeatedly against his, even harder now.

“Fuck Y/N. You’re…so…tight,” he was having a harder time pulling you off his cock to thrust harder due to how hard your walls were gripping him.

“Gally…you’re so-….big. Fuck! You feel…sooooo…good,” you moaned back, almost crying from the feeling of how well his massive cock was filling you up. You felt like you were about to be ripped apart from the strength of his thrusts, but you just dug your fingernails into his back deeper and squeezed your eyes shut, letting the pleasure roll over your body.

Gally was trying to hold out for your orgasm but at the sound of his name leaving your lips again in such a sensual tone and the praise you were giving him for his efforts, he just couldn’t hold it in any longer. He felt the heat surge into his pelvis and barely had any time to warn you.

“Y/N…sorry...I’m gonna-” but his sentence was cut off by you pulling him down into another sloppy, wet kiss. As you pulled away from him slightly to bite down on his bottom lip, he felt his pleasure finally curl to a finish. He thrust violently into your pussy and held his position deep inside of you, feeling his warm cum spurt out of his pulsing cock and into the condom. He let out a few very undignified moans into your mouth, and was too high off the feeling of you wrapped around him to feel embarrassed about it.

“I know you didn’t-” he started, slowly opening his eyes to meet your glazed ones underneath him. You were coming down from the high a lot quicker than he was, your lack of climax not really bothering you as you somehow knew this wouldn’t be a one-time thing.

“It’s fine. Next time,” you nodded at him with a wink, watching the shock color his sweaty face.

“Wait,” he paused briefly, pulling his leaking cock out of your pussy, eliciting a groan from both of you, “‘Next time’?”

“Yeah,” you sat up gingerly to meet his eye level. “Isn’t fucking me better than fighting with me?”

“Well, yeah…”

He withdrew his legs from around you gingerly, reaching for the towel he’d used to wipe his face before he left for bonfire night. He removed the condom wrapped around him slowly and tossed it gently into the garbage by his bed. He then focused on wiping both of you down, trying to ignore the slight spin the room had now. He was still reeling but was trying to be functional. It’s certainly a hard line to walk between; hating someone so much yet cumming harder than you ever have while inside them. The mix of annoyance and need he felt while looking at you was curdling in his stomach, making him feel slightly nauseous.

“...but I didn’t think there’d be a next time. I didn’t think there’d be a first time. I mean; what the fuck is this?”

You took the towel from his hands and finished wiping yourself clean, then swung your shaking legs over the edge of the bed, turning your head to face Gally. You felt the absence of him inside you like a chunk had been taken from your flesh. You hadn’t realized how much attraction had been simmering under your hatred for him until the tension finally broke. But despite your confused feelings, you were determined to gain the upper hand on him and win the war of indifference.

“You’re seriously pulling a “what are we”?” you chuckled.

“No, fuck no,” he recoiled with disgust that was slightly forced. “Y/N, we're both drunk. I kinda thought we’d regret this in the morning and never talk to each other again,” He hoped that wasn’t the correct assumption.

“Is that what you wanna do?” you posed innocently, standing finally and turning to face him with your hands on your hips. You tried to keep your desire for him out of your tone and you weren’t sure if you were succeeding.

“Not really, no,” he muttered, dazed at his new view of you, his eyes scanning up and down your body. His cock gave a weak throb, somehow still slightly hard even after its monumental release.

“Ok well then, let’s just do this. But maybe, sober and not like, directly after biting each other's heads off? We don’t have to talk, just meet up and…” you trailed off suggestively, posing this proposal as you searched his floor for all the clothing items you had haphazardly tossed there. Gally reached down for his boxers and pulled them over his half-hard cock.

“You sure? I feel like you’re just gonna get really mad at me and we’ll have another thing like last month and I really don’t wanna-”

“Oh my fucking god Gally do you want to fuck me or not?? What is your fucking deal?” you snapped, pulling your shirt over your head and reaching for your pants, forgetting about underwear entirely. Gally suddenly knelt down in front of you, gripping your wrists in his strong hands.

“Of course I want to fuck you again, shank! You think I can cum like that from my own hand? I just think we hate each other and this is gonna end terribly. I’m trying to avoid getting burned again; literally” he accented the last word with an acidic tone, all the dizziness from his orgasm now completely worn off and irritation at your attitude replacing it. 

“Clearly the only time I don’t hate you Gally, is when you’re inside me so let’s just do that and we’ll be fucking fine!” You shook your wrists from his grip and finished pulling your pants up in a huff.

“Fine,” he turned from you to pick up his shirt.

“Great,” you stood up with your boots in your hands and sat at the edge of his bed to put them on. You both dressed the rest of the way in a stubborn silence, with you realizing you had forgotten your underwear and just opting to shove them into one of your large pockets and Gally trading his tough cargo pants for linen shorts. He usually slept in just his boxers but he didn’t want to be undressed around you any more than he had to be. The argument that sprouted took both of your attention from your confusing feelings of lust and fondness towards one another and back on a much more comfortable plane; arguing came as easily to you two as breathing.

You finally stood fully dressed and made your way to the door. You had your hand on the doorknob, ready to make your escape when Gally broke the silence.

“Wait Y/N. Are you good?” He didn’t clarify what exactly he was trying to check that you were good with but between the concerned look on his face and the earnestness of his tone, you could tell he was strictly referring to your trial and error in the bed earlier. Gally’s stomach was twisting into knots as you thought over your response with your back still turned to him. He was torn between genuine concern for your wellbeing and embarrassment at treating his enemy so gently.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you answered, turning to face him and nodding with wide, honest eyes. You tried to conceal the ambiguous pang that rattled your chest as you realized his care for you. Sure it was the bare minimum but this was Gally; kindness is not a strong suit of his.

“You’re not hurt?” he clarified, keeping his tone matter-of-fact.

“Um, I’m a little sore. Like I might have trouble walking tomorrow,” you broke out into a playful grin to diffuse the tension, “but that’s a good kind of hurt, you know,”

“Ok,” he nodded to reassure himself, chuckling slightly and relaxing slightly at your appraisal of the situation. “Can’t wait to see you limping around the Med-hut tomorrow,” he cracked sarcastically, returning your grin.

You scrunched your nose up and narrowed your eyes as you put your hand back on the doorknob. “Fuck off Gally,” you muttered without your usual flair as you swung the door closed behind you.

You snuck back to your hut in silence, realizing that was probably the only time you’d ever said that phrase and didn’t really mean it.

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Tags: @katie-tibo @my-little-universes @cthood @decaffeinatedpuppygiver

[gotta-whump-them-all]

Ignoring the fact I've been gone for over a year, here's a whump prompt I like. <3

Whumpee is so used to how their Whumper would react to situations that now they are with Caretaker, they assume that Caretaker will react the same.

While Caretaker was out, Whumpee accidentally bumped into an end table, which teetered and then fell over. When it fell over, the lamp that had been sitting on it shattered.

Whumpee immediately panicked, worried about how Caretaker would punish them, just how Whumper used to. It was like Whumpee could feel the burn of the coord lashing into him and the sting of glass imbeding into their skin.

There were two things that Whumpee could do in this situation...

A. Hide the broken lamp in hopes of Caretaker not noticing it's absence. If Caretaker did end up finding the lamp, it would only make the punishment worse in the end.

B. Wait for Caretaker to get home and immediately tell him what happened. There was always two ways it would go. If Whumper had a bad day, they wouldn't hesitate to beat Whumpee, but if they had a good day then they would go much easier on Whumpee.

Whumpee chose the former, hoping that Caretaker had no sentimental attachment to that lamp.

It took Whumpee only a few minutes to clean up the mess; pick up the end table, sweep up the glass, and hide the remnants of the lamp in a drawer hidden away in a closet that had been opened only once or twice since Whumpee had been here.

It was a couple hours later when Caretaker got back from work and at most five minutes of Caretaker being back for him to call out to Whumpee. "Hey, Whumpee! Have you seen the lamp?"

Whumpee broke down, hiding inside of the closet in his room, holding his breath, praying that Caretaker wouldn't find him.

From down the hall, Caretaker called out again. "Whumpee?"

Whumpee could hear the sound of Caretaker's socked feet hitting the floor as he walked down the hall, directly to Whumpee's room.

Right outside his room, Caretaker spoke, voice quiet. "Whumpee, you in there?"

Whumpee couldn't help but sob out, tears trickling down his cheeks. Caretaker pushed open the door and then walked up to the closet, pushing the door to the side.

Caretaker looked down at Whumpee, then quickly dropped down to his knees to Whumpee's level. "Oh, Whumpee, you poor thing."

In wasn't even a second and Whumpee was wrapped in a warm hug. Whumpee sobbed into Caretaker's neck, wetting the collar of his button up. "I-I'm sorry Caretaker. I broke it. I-it was an accident. I p-promise it won't happen again."

Caretaker shushed and coed Whumpee, swaying Whumpee in his arms, telling him that it was okay. "It was an accident, Whumpee. I know you didn't mean to Whumpee. You're not in trouble."

Those last words, "you're not in trouble", made Whumpee break down all over again.

Alt for if Whumpee had told Caretaker immediately when he got home::

Whumpee had been kneeling for hours apon hours on the hardwood floor at the front door. His knees most definitely had bruises littered across them.

When Caretaker finally got home, he was met with Whumpee he looked pale as a ghost and had almost gotten slapped in the face by the front door.

"Whumpee, what's going on-?"

Caretaker had barely enough time to finish his sentence when Whumpee started speaking quickly, like his life depended on it.

"I broke the lamp, I'm so sorry. It was an accident. It won't happen again."

Whumpee's eyes were facing the ground, but Caretaker could still see he was bug eyed and frantic. He reached out his arms and hands, wrists turned up, exposed to Caretaker.

For a few seconds, Caretaker was taken aback, he didn't know what to say.

"That's no problem, Whumpee. It's just a lamp. I'm not going to be angry at you for accidentally breaking something."

Whumpee didn't move, head still tucked down and wrists still out. Caretaker reach out to Whumpee, but quickly retracted his hands when Whumpee flinched hard.

Caretaker sat down next to Whumpee and they sat like that for so long. Caretaker not wanting to move as to not scare Whumpee and Whumpee to scared to move as to not anger Caretaker.

The cycle of silence finally stopped when Whumpee let his body relax, leaning into Caretaker and letting the tears he had been holding back for so long, fall.

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

october 3, 2021 2:00 p.m. morensong coffee house

[grant] thank you for meeting me so last minute.

[cerise] yeah, it’s no problem! actually, i'm glad we could do this sooner rather than later. this has been at the back of my mind for a while–the curiosity has–so when you texted me yesterday, i was, like, i need to know. i may be going out of town for a week, but i'll try to make room in the schedule for this before i leave.

[grant] are you traveling anywhere exciting?

[cerise] iceland. it’s a big family trip to celebrate my parents’ 20th anniversary. as in, my mom and my stepdad’s anniversary. i mean, he’s my real dad as far as i'm concerned, but technically my stepdad. i think you get what i mean, i don’t know why i'm over-explaining.

[grant] wow, that is exciting. well, i hope you guys have fun. i hear it’s just as gorgeous there as you think it is.

[cerise] anyway, thank you again for asking your–our, i guess; that’s still weird to say–dad some questions on my behalf. i'm sure that wasn’t easy.

[grant] i should warn you that it’s not necessarily a wealth of information.

[cerise] that’s okay.

[grant] there was a lot going on when i talked to him, and if there were other questions i could have asked…

[cerise] it’s okay.

[grant] i wouldn’t have been able to think of them, and now, uh, the line of communication is closed, so i can’t really go back and...

[cerise] i said it was okay, didn’t i?

[cerise] the basics are enough, and you already put yourself out for a stranger. if i want to know anything else, i'll find the right moment to get my my mom talk about what happened.

[grant] do you want me to just get right into it?

[cerise] whatever you prefer.

[grant] so, uh, essentially, my parents were attending a medical conference of some kind in detroit. they were still married then, but my dad was unhappy with the relationship. he met your mom at the conference, and then he had–as far as i'm aware–a one-night stand with her. she found out my dad already had a family, they agreed to not be in each other’s lives, and he paid her child support.

[grant] that’s what i know. i'm sure there’s more to it, but...

[grant] oh! right, “the more” is that there is a nonzero chance we have more siblings out there.

[cerise] huh.

[cerise] i'm almost surprised there isn’t more drama. that’s a pretty mundane story. a one-night stand with someone you know nothing about is the oldest story in the book.

[cerise] weird, i feel better now. my curiosity is sated. well, i am wondering how the affair even happened if your mom was right there and about the potential other children, but that’s a whole can of worms.

[grant] well, i'm glad you feel better.

[cerise] and the story does make sense. i always wondered if there was some big thing with the secrecy, but if it’s because your–our?–dad was a married man, i get it. my mom is a very good person with strong morals. i know her, and she would not want anything to do with someone if she were aware they were cheating and had a family, and she wouldn’t want me to have any business with them either.

[grant] she made the right decision to stay away. he’s unnecessary. your lives are a billion times better off without him. if you’re thinking, “how can he say that?” just trust me.

[cerise] i mean, i can’t be upset about it. i'm not sure what i potentially lost out on, but what i've had in life with my parents has been perfect or just about perfect, so i'm not going to question her choice.

[grant] you didn’t lose anything. not to say trust me again, but trust me.

[cerise] i'm sorry. this probably is far less of a flippant thing for you.

[grant] don’t worry about me. it’s all good.

[grant] i am just really glad you feel better, and i'm glad i could be of some use to you as well. it’s a lot easier to use me than your mom. i have never met her, but i'm guessing she’d prefer to just forget about all this stuff, and i hope she has.

[cerise] i was frustrated she wouldn’t tell me the truth, but i get it now. this may be a classic story, but it’s still, you know, an embarrassing one. if i found out my boyfriend were a married man tomorrow, i would melt into the floor and stay there.

[grant] anyway, i know we’ve been sitting here all of ten minutes, but i should let you go. once i finish drinking this coffee, i will get out of your hair. you have things to do–exciting things. go pack and travel and have fun and all that.

[cerise] hey, you don’t have to leave already!

[grant] no, i don’t want to take up your afternoon. at least no more than enough to tell you what you were waiting a few weeks to hear.

[cerise] i mean, i blocked out time to do that and talk to you generally for a bit.

[cerise] i don’t know how to go about all this, but i wasn’t planning on benefiting off your connection to your–our?–dad and then peacing out. i figured we could be acquainted, if nothing else.

[cerise] unless that’s too much for you, in which case, totally get it. no pressure. my existence must be weird for your mom and siblings. i'm assuming you have siblings.

[cerise] or maybe they don’t know. i also get it if you’re keeping this situation on the down-low. i can assure you that you’d not be alone in that. i'm not sure i could tell my parents right now that i know about my origins or that i've met my bio dad’s son. not yet.

[grant] definitely don’t do that before the big anniversary trip. but no, don’t worry about that either. i don’t have siblings. not anymore. and my mom...let’s not even go there. there’s nothing to worry about on those fronts.

[grant] it’s not that it’s too much, basically. i have zero problems with you, and i have no family left who would have a problem with you either, so.

[grant] i just don’t want to be in your way, not today or at any point in the future, and i will be. you don’t need my dad around; you don’t really need me either.

[cerise] i don’t care if you are, honestly. you are my brother. that feels weird to say, but you are, and you haven’t done anything wrong. i'd like to know my brother.

[cerise] this is maybe the only regretful, i don’t know if that’s the right word, part of all the secrecy and the way i came to be. i get along with my step-siblings. what’s wrong with getting along with the half-siblings? or half-sibling?

[grant] i should have also warned you i'm kind of in a dour mood entirely because of my dad. sorry. not because of you or this whole thing, though, to be clear.

[grant] i wanted to meet to get all this off my mind so i have no other reason to think about him, hopefully, for the rest of my life. i'll be in a more conversational mood soon-ish, once i'm done thinking about him.

[grant] this is going to make me wishy-washy. i don’t want to be in your way; i don’t want to be a source of awkwardness in your family if they ever know you know me, but…

[grant] okay. i wouldn’t mind getting along with my half-sibling. maybe we could meet up when you have time again.

[cerise] yeah, i'll text you. i might be busy for a while with work when i'm back from my trip, but…

[grant] text me anytime. we’ll figure it out.

[alexrosa13]

Valentine's Favourites

Rafayel x female!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: 2,1k words, Rafayel being a bratty princess, allusions to intercourse but blink and you'll miss it

Note: fanfiction for my Valentine's Event

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← how Thomas is doing ★ continuation of the evening →

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Everything had to be perfect. Rafayel was preparing for that date night for so long, spending hours, days, weeks thinking about how everything should look, where to put this, how to decorate that, it was chaotic. Now, all that's left is...

"Thomas c'mon! This goes here, not here. And take that pillow away, it messes up my vision." Rafayel threw the cushion in the direction of the man, who instantly passed it to someone from the workers he hired to help put the artist's 'vision' to life. It was a rough day...

"Rafayel, can you stop throwing things around? You'll eventually end up hitting somebody." and in the next second he had to dodge another cushion flying at him.

"My cutie will be here any minute, and there's still so much to do! Instead of reprimanding me better check how the preparations are going on the other side of the beach, before I'll have the chance to scream at them for messing everything up and not doing their job right." yeah, Rafayel was especially moody today.

"I'm not getting paid enough for this." Thomas mumbled under his breath, before heading in the direction of people preparing the candles to make a path leading to the 'tent'.

Rafayel was changing basically everything for the third time today, not content with the way it looked, it couldn't have any flaws, not today, not on his watch.

People around him were scared at this point, every minor mistake costing them at least 5 minutes of reprimanding by the artist. Thomas could swear that those poor guys will have a new trauma after today...

But he couldn't say anything that would make Rafayel less demanding (and bratty), not today, today nothing worked, and to be honest, he wasn't surprised.

After all this day was far too important for him and he wanted, needed, to have everything looking nothing less than perfect.

Preparation started in the morning, it was close to the evening now, the sun still up. Finally, he heard the words he was waiting for.

"You can go get her now." left Rafayel's mouth, still harsh.

Thomas didn't say a thing, just silently made his way to his car, ready to play your chauffeur for the night.

The workers wrapped up their things and left, leaving Rafayel to add some more personal touches.

Soon enough you got a call from Thomas that he's waiting outside of your living place.

Checking your look for the last time you made your way out. Rafayel called you in the morning, telling you to be ready for a date on a beach later, and not sharing any more details, no matter how many times you asked and begged him, he said that it will stay a surprise and to just trust him.

Left with little to no choice you let him keep his mysteries, hoping that you won't regret it later.

"Hi Thomas." you made yourself comfortable at the passenger seat of the car you already got used to. After all Rafayel often sent him to 'deliver' you to a variety of places during the time of your dating. At this point, you and your boyfriend's manager became buddies, with you often helping him with your boyfriend's moody requests.

He answered your hello with little enthusiasm, instantly your face took an understanding expression.

"Rafayel was a menace today, wasn't he?" he nodded his head and started the car.

"Worse than usual, I swear poor people who had to work with him today will have nightmares for the next couple of days." he joked but the exhaustion on his face made you crack an awkward and apologetic smile.

"That bad huh?" he nodded once again.

Soon you arrived at the beach. You left the car and instantly felt the wind caressing your face and messing up your hair. Thomas lowered the window and looked at you with a small smile.

"Good luck out there, don't let his sweet words sway you, he's not innocent today." he joked once more, this time in a much lighter atmosphere.

"Sure, will give him a scolding for acting like a spoiled princess." you laughed and waved at him, turning to get on your way to the destined place.

You heard the car driving away and finally your feet touched the sand.

Taking your shoes off you walking while holding them in your hand. You saw millions of unlit candles creating a path to what looked like a tent, when did he have the time to prepare all that?

The sun is about to get close to the horizon, basking you in its warm light. You felt like in a fairytale, all that's left is for your prince to find you.

A moment later you saw candles lightning up, one by one, until the one right before you caught a small fire too. You couldn't help but grin to yourself, that little trick of his was cute.

Slowly you made your way to where you were sure you'll find him. And you weren't wrong. Between the white thin fabric swaying gently with the wind you noticed Rafayel, sitting on the bed and looking straight at you with a small smile.

He didn't say a word even when you shortened the distance between you two, just kept staring at you. You came to stand between his legs, his hands instantly went up to hold your hips, you planted a sweet kiss on his lips.

"I heard that someone was acting bratty today." you laughed, his demeanor didn't change, still grinning like an idiot.

"Who feed you with such lies?" he asked, acting clueless. His hands pulled you closer to his body, making you sit on his lap.

"Oh so now we're calling my truthful source of information a liar?" your eye contact didn't falter, instead getting more intense.

"Well he was the one who said that I was 'bratty' when in reality I simply knew what I wanted and paid to get it done right, I have my rights to demand things you know?" he was the one to kiss you know, making it last longer. You couldn't help but get lost in the affection, thoughts leaving your mind at once.

"I'll let you off the hook this time for preparing something so pretty." you said right after the kiss ended, your head falling to nuzzle into his neck, you hugged him tightly.

"Why thank you for your generosity, your highness." his arms came to embrace you, bringing you even closer to him.

"Only this time tho." you said into his ear, your breath tickling it.

You spend the next hour talking and lying in the softness of the cushions he prepared just for this night.

At some point he reached out to the small table in front of the tent, with his evol lighting three small candles beneath what appeared to be a fondue, filled with chocolates. He lifted a cloche revealing a tray filled with strawberries.

"Raf..?" you asked with a soft smile, lifting yourself on the elbows. He looked at you, acting completely nonchalant.

"Yes?"

"You really did think everything through, didn't you?" finally you sat up, your legs staying stretched next to him.

"Of course I did, would you expect anything less from me?" he said sarcastically, giving you his best 'you wound me' expression.

"No, everything you do is always perfect." you reached out to his head, gently stroking his hair.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the affection you graced him with, before you moved your hand away to lay back down.

Soon enough the chocolate melted, he took one strawberry and dipped it in, covering it in the sweet layer.

Turning your way, he found himself hovering over your body, the fruit close to your lips. Your sweet laughter reached his ears before you bit the snack, enjoying him spoiling you to the fullest.

He watched you attentively, the way your eyes shined, reflecting the lights he put on the tent earlier.

Noticing that some of the chocolate stayed on your lips he moved to kiss it off of you.

You pulled him closer to your body, smiling in the kiss, you felt your heartbeat fastening slightly, and then he pulled away.

"Not yet cutie." he said as if reading your mind. He planted one last kiss on your nose before returning to the sitting position with you following his soon after.

You sat there and fed each other strawberries while hugging for the next half an hour. You didn't expect anything else to happen this evening, but together with the sun hiding fully behind the horizon Rafayel suddenly took a more serious expression.

You looked at him with a question in your gaze. Was something wrong?

He turned to look at you.

"I have something for you." he stood up, giving you his hand to help you do the same.

Slowly he pulled you into the direction of the ocean, and the wind came to meet you once again.

He came with you to the waterside before letting go of your hand. He reached out for his shirt, taking it off, doing the same with his pants right after, leaving himself only in the underwear.

"What on Earth are you doing Rafayel?" you brought your hands to your shoulders, trying to protect yourself from the slightly chilly breeze.

"You'll see, trust me." he walked up to stand before you, giving you one more short-lived kiss, you saw him walking backwards, slowly disappearing into the water embrace.

"Rafayel?!" you asked with a raised voice, but he only smirked, before turning around and fully disappearing in the water "Rafayel!" not caring about the cold you rushed to the water, letting it reach your thighs.

You screamed his name once again, the adrenaline helping you with handling the cold water on your skin.

You were about to take another step but then you felt it, a warm hand touching your calf. And right after; water parted before you, and your lover finally reappeared, his arms hugging your body tightly.

He was drenched, water falling down from his hair onto yours.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" you screamed at him, still in slight shock.

"I had to take something hidden underwater, now I'm back." he smiled, clearly unfazed with the events that just took place.

"You idiot! I was worried sick!" he hugged you tighter, somehow his body was still warm, despite the cold water he just surfaced from.

"Forgive me." he pulled back to look at you, the spark shining in his eyes.

"Just don't do something like this again, you'll make me have a heart attack one of these days." you laughed with him, still annoyed at his carelessness.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." he brushed you off.

"What did you have to get from there anyways?" your voice finally came back to its usual tone.

He untied one of his arms from the hug, showing you what hid in his palm.

"This." you looked at the small gem, noticing that it was attached to a ring. You looked at him confused, what was that? "I made it some time ago, behind the diamond is a part of a scale." you looked at it once again, it content appearing magical "I had something on my mind for a while now, decided that today is finally the day to tell you about it, or rather ask about it." you eyes flicked to his, he looked at you like you were the most precious thing on this world.

"Rafayel..." your mind was working on the highest settings, was he doing what you thought he was doing?

"My little conch, I can't wait any longer." he took your hand into his. He saw your expression softening "Will you do me the honor, and become my bride in this lifetime too?" your hand squeezed his so tight you could swear it hurt him, but he didn't show a hint of pain.

You saw him dropping to his knee, the water rising to his torso, but he didn't care about the cold.

"Rafayel..." you said gently, as if anything spoken too loudly right now would break the moment and wake you up from the dream.

"Please, my beloved. Let us become one." once again.

You already knew your answer, he didn't need to plead.

"I will become your bride, Rafayel." you looked at him like he's your savior. The king of your heart.

His eyes shined brighter than the stars, gently he moved your hand to put the ring on your finger, he kissed your palm before standing up, keeping your hands in his.

He kissed you so tenderly, all of his feelings flowing through this kiss to you, who still couldn't believe what just happened.

The coldness around you replaced with the warmth coming from the love you shared, the love that found you once again.

[yangjungwonisms]

AAA- YJW

warnings: NSFW| MDNI 18+

When Jungwon talked you into taking a road trip for the day you were sure it was going to be fun. And for the most part it was, you two went shopping and he bought you lunch. It was as perfect of a day as you could’ve hoped for. Where things maybe took a turn was when on the way home Jungwon accidentally missed your exit. He apologized profusely when it happened but how could you be mad when he was so sweet, plus it was an accident after all. You thought he had finally gotten you guys back on track when the car got a flat tire. You would’ve been mad had he not looked so upset already, blaming himself for having ruined your day together. Much to Jungwon’s credit he did try to change the tire before he gave up and finally called AAA. The only issue is, it was going to take them about 2-3 hours to get to you. So in other words, you were screwed.

“Baby, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I ruined our night like this”. You’d normally think he was cute apologizing profusely but there was something about the small pout present on his face that made you want to grab him and kiss him. He’s mid ramble when he notices the strange way you’re looking at him. It’s almost dog like how he quirks his eyebrow and tilts his head in confusion. “Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face”? You thought to yourself that maybe sitting here with him waiting might be fun after all. “Can I kiss you? You look so good right now that it’s making me lose my mind”. Jungwon was a little shocked at your request, he was so sure he’d blown it with you but yet you were asking for a kiss. He never was able to deny your kisses. “does my baby want me to kiss her? God you’re so cute, come here baby give me a kiss”. The kiss was hot from the start, he didn’t start slow, in fact within seconds of kissing you he had his tongue in your mouth. And within minutes he had you struggling to catch your breath. When he finally pulled off of you, his lips were red and swollen from the ferocity with which he was kissing you. “Are you satisfied baby”?

The only thought in your mind currently was how beautiful his lips looked. You always admired how red his lips tended to get when you kissed. You pull out your phone and without a second thought you go to take a picture of him “smile for me baby”. He does so without hesitation. “You’re so silly baby, why did you take my picture just now”? “Just thought you looked pretty for me baby”. That seemed to make him a little shy, but that didn’t last long. “Well I always think you look pretty for me baby. What do you think about moving to the back seat with me”? You pretended to be deep in thought about it, but you couldn’t sit there and pretend you didn’t wanna go to the backseat with him. You two move at an eager pace scrambling to the backseat. The whole ordeal kind of feels like that of two teenagers who snuck out of the house to be alone together.

Once you two are finally situated next to each other he’s quick to attach himself back on your lips. His tongue finds itself in your mouth at supersonic speed. It catches you off guard just enough to have you moaning into the kiss. “mmm you sound so sexy baby. You like kissing me so much that it’s got you moaning like that? How about you come sit on my lap”. You laugh because of course he would take any opportunity to have you in his lap, he was truly insatiable. You’d no sooner situated yourself in his lap before he had his mouth back on you. These weren’t his normal kisses though, they had a kind of dirtiness to them that they didn’t normally. But what was proving to get you worked up was when he started kissing you on your neck, stopping every few seconds to suck hickeys on it. The already intense atmosphere thickened with the first roll of your hips onto his. You didn’t catch his subtle grunts at first but then the more frequent your grinding became the less he could hold back. You two were no strangers to dry humping, hell that’s actually the furthest you had gone physically. But each time you two were together you started wondering why you had waited so long in the first place. Because lately, it took every bit of restraint you had to keep from jumping his bones.

Jungwon moved his hands to your hips, urging you to continue what you were doing. “That feels good baby, keep going”. Jungwon always did love how needy you got when grinding yourself on him. Everything about you was sexy in that moment, he adored the way you looked on top of him and how your brow always furrowed in concentration. You started to speed up your movements and even though the feel of his cock pressing against you through his jeans would have normally been enough to pull you over the edge today it wasn’t enough. Jungwon could tell you wanted more but didn’t quite know how to ask for it. He tried to help you in any way he could, normally that meant moving his hips in tandem with yours. Today he opted to talk dirty to you seeing just how far he could push you before you snapped. “baby, it feels good for you yeah”? Your only response was a whimper. “Mm Won it feels so good”. You were trying to work the courage up to tell him what exactly you needed. “What is it baby? What do you need, tell me. Just wanna make my girl feel good”. You felt a shiver run through your body, you yourself had been trying to figure out what else you needed from him, then it dawned on you. “I need you, Jungwon”. He frowned at that, looking a tad confused. “Baby, you have me. What is it that you want me to do”? You truly did need him too, you decided tonight was the night you lost your virginity. “Want you to fuck me won. Pretty please. I’ll be so good for you, I promise”. His hips stuttered hearing you say that, you two have had discussions in the past about sex but you had yet to have it. Jungwon never pushed it, just wanting to give you time to decide for yourself when the right time was. “Fuck baby, I don’t know. I’d hate for your first time to be in a car. I want to take my time with you, can’t really do that here”. You heard what he was saying but you honestly couldn’t have given two shits about where you had sex for the first time as long as it was with him. “no won please, I can’t wait anymore, need to feel you inside of me”. That seemed to be the breaking point for him, resolve flying out of the window. “Okay princess, I’ll fuck you”. You threw yourself into him pressing kisses all over his neck, which earned you a laugh from him. “Thank you thank you thank you baby. I promise I’ll do whatever you tell me to”.

The first thing Jungwon did was get you out of your pants, he didn’t want to undress you fully given that you were technically still in public. He never stopped kissing you the whole time whispering all of the dirty things he wanted to do to you once you got home. “Baby, it’s gonna hurt a little, gotta make sure I prep you first. Gonna have you ride my fingers okay”? The prospect of doing something so intimate with him had you involuntarily clenching around nothing. Excited at the idea of finally getting to feel him fully inside of you. He gently moves his hand in between your legs, looking up at you every couple of seconds to make sure everything was okay. Slowly but surely he started touching your clit moving his fingers lazily in circles. He was going slower so he could gauge your reaction as to what felt the best. When he finally found the one spot on your clit that had you seeing stars he was feeling pretty proud of himself. It wasn’t long before he started easing a finger inside of you, choosing to slowly pump it in and out of your hole. When you started trying to grind down on his finger he knew you were putty in his hands. “Be patient baby girl, I know you want more but we gotta make sure you’re ready to take my cock. Don’t wanna do too much too fast baby”. You were on cloud nine at the moment, he was making you feel so good you could hardly focus on what he was saying. You were getting impatient when you felt him insert a second finger, starting to pick up the pace at which he was fucking into you. “Feels so good Jungwon”. Jungwon was very fascinated at how well your body responded to him in this moment. “Go ahead baby, ride my fingers”. Once you had the green light you started riding his fingers at a rather quick pace. You knew he wanted you to go slow and work up to it but you couldn’t take it anymore.

After a few more minutes of this you’re finishing all over his fingers while he calls you a good girl and continues playing with your clit while you orgasm. “Baby, let’s take a break for a minute before we continue, yeah”? You were thankful for him in that moment having been extremely out of breath from your orgasm. But then he started kissing you again and it took no time at all before you were begging him fuck you. “you want me to fuck you now baby? Of course I will. You’re gonna have to ride me though, there’s not enough room for me to lay you down baby”. Once you shook your head acknowledging you heard what he said he lifted you off of him for a second so he could start moving his pants down his legs. You’re too impatient and start to undress him yourself. “So impatient baby”. He thought it was sexy. He had waited so long to have you like this that he was going to make sure it was as perfect for you as it could be.

“Come here baby, gonna help you put it in”. You were a little intimidated by not only the size of him but also by the angle at which you were going to take him. He did everything in his power to make it as painless as possible but when you started to inch down on him,you soon realised this would be a little bit harder than you previously thought. You hadn’t realized you were whining until Jungwon’s hands came up and started rubbing up and down your sides trying anything to lessen the pain. “shh baby, I know it hurts but try and relax for me okay”? After a few more minutes you had finally taken all of him in. You felt bad watching him struggle not to start fucking up into you. “Baby, can you distract me for a few minutes”? You knew the only way to start getting used to the stretch of him being inside of you was for him to distract you. “what do you need from me baby”? “Kiss me please”. Tentatively he leaned in capturing your lips in a kiss. The kiss was oddly sweet considering the circumstances, but with time it deepened. Eventually you started to get used to the feeling of him. “baby, I wanna move but I don’t know how, please help me”. At that, he moved his hands to your hips, hesitantly pulling you off of him and then right when he got to the tip he slowly moved you back down onto him. You had to admit despite the slight discomfort, it was really starting to feel good. He could tell by the way your breathing got heavier and urgency of your whines that it was starting to feel good. “oh good girl, knew you’d be so good riding me like this baby. You wanna try it on your own for a second baby”?

At his encouragement, you started moving on your own. You could only move slowly at first but the longer you went at it the better it felt for you. “Feels so good won, fuck. Can’t wait for you to fuck me in your bed baby”. There’s nothing he wanted more in that moment than to flip you under him and fuck you until you can’t walk. But this sight in front of him he wouldn’t trade it for the world. “Yeah feels good baby? You’re doing so fucking good for me. Riding my cock like a pro baby, just like I knew you would”. Once he knew you were feeling good and confident in your movements he started meeting your thrusts from below. You were so lost in how it felt to be fucked by Jungwon that you missed when he moved his thumb to your clit working even harder to get you off. “Think you can come for me baby”? There were truly no words you could’ve mustered in the moment except for his name. Close to the tipping point you couldn’t help but chant his name like it was a mantra. You thought many times about how your first time would go and more importantly how it would feel. Now that you were here in the moment with him, it felt perfect. “oh fuck I’m gonna cum won, fuck I love you so much oh my god”. That was all he needed to push him over the edge, he stilled your movements with his hands and proceeded to fuck up into you at a brutal pace until he hastily pulled you off of him just in enough time for you both to finish.

It takes you both a few minutes to collect yourselves after fucking in the back seat. To your surprise it doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. Although, you have to admit that’s probably more to do with Jungwon taking the time to prep you to take him than it is anything else. The car is silent until you both look at each other and burst out laughing. You’re laughing so hard at the fact Jungwon took your virginity in the back seat of his car of all places. “Oh my god I can’t believe you let me fuck you in the backseat baby”. You answer by smacking him on the arm “Oh hush, you liked it and you know it”. He raises his hands in defeat at that, knowing you caught him. “Do you hurt at all”? You shake your head muttering out a quiet “no”. His body visibly relaxed. “I’m just glad it was with you baby”. He leaned in giving you a kiss on the forehead “yeah? Me too”.

Not long after that the AAA people showed up and changed your tire. You two were happily on your way back home. But not before Jungwon got the last word in “I hope you’re ready for a long night baby, because I plan on fucking you for the rest of it”. Famous last words.

[silverdragon-imagines-blog]

[Something for fun, slightly suggestive at the end, but nothing happens.]

"What do you think about kids?"

Sanji choked on the cigarette smoke he had just inhaled, coughing out the sudden unpleasant inhale of nicotine. He looked as Zoro's neutral expression through watery eyes as he tried to breathe normally.

"First of all, fuck you for that."

Zoro shrugged in response.

"Second of all... I guess kids are fine. I mean, there were those kids on Punk Hazard and then Toko and Otama on Wano. They were good kids. What brought this on out of no where though Moss?"

Zoro looked away for a minute, Sanji following his gaze to the market they were at to see a small family walking together. A little girl holding hands with her mother and father, and she was smiling as she walked between them, talking about whatever was on her mind.

"I guess I just wonder sometimes what it'd be like." Zoro spoke quietly almost hesitantly.

Sanji could feel the smirk on his face soften at those words. He sat closer to the swordsman, leaning on his shoulder as he kept watching the family walk away. It really was a nice thought.

"I know what you mean. To an extent anyway," Sanji agreed, reaching to hold one of Zoro's hands, "sometimes it's nice to imagine what it'd be like."

"Do you think you'd ever want a kid?"

"I don't know, maybe someday. I just hope if it does happen that I don't screw it up. I've been through enough to know that I don't want that for any kid."

"You don't give yourself enough credit, Curls," Zoro murmured, bringing Sanji's hand up to his face to press his lips against it, "You'd be great and I'd be there with you."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Sanji smiled, looking at Zoro as the swordsman smiled back.

"So, as far as having kids... should we start trying for one do you think?" Zoro barely got the question out when Sanji sprung up and kicked him over.

"You barbarian! How crass can you get?!"

"Oh, like you weren't begging me last night for it!"

"Shut the fuck up before I make you, stupid moss!"

"I'd like to see you try, asshole cook!"

The onlookers would see the fight long into the nighttime. Yet the whole time, the swordsman and cook were smiling at each other, even if neither would admit it.

[asha-mage]

Apprehension; Elaida

[Send me a fandom, character, or pairing and a one word prompt and I'll write a quick drabble for you!]

When the last of the fit subsided and Elaida’s vision cleared, she found her mother’s face gazing down at her. 

Her mother had not been born a beautiful woman. Beauty was not a gift of anyone in the House of Roihan, and Elaida at fifteen knew that the best anyone would ever say of her was that she was handsome, and mean it as a softening of severe. But Donielia do Aclris a’Roihan did not even have that. Maybe it had been different once, but time and worry had carved early wrinkles into her face, and left her with more grey in her hair then dark brown. 

Worry had been her constant companion for so long, Elaida did not think her mother had ever a known day free of it for the entity of Elaida’s life.

A hand, soft and gentle, stroked through Elaida’s hair. Not her mother’s. Her mother’s hand would have shaken.

“It’s alright dearest.” A soft lilting voice said. “It’s alright.”

Elaida turned her head- ignoring the ache and the pain in her neck to gaze up at her step father. She realized her head was resting in his lap, and he was gently combing his fingers through her hair, working out the tangles that had formed during Elaida’s fit.

Elaida had never known her birth father. He had died before she had ever taken her first breath. Carinis Avriny had raised her though, and when she had turned fifteen earlier this year, it had been him that had presented her to the gathred nobles during her deschorye’pizanzi, and it was his surname- Avriny- announced when she came down the stairs as part of her honors. If her birth father had a surname, it was not one worth knowing or honoring.

“What-” Elaida began then cut off. The words came out in a dry croak that hurt her throat. She had screamed herself raw again.

Without needing Elaida to ask, her mother stood and retrieved a pitcher of water which was lifted carefully to her lips. Elaida drank greedily, needing Carinis murmured reminders to pause for breath. But the water felt to good on her dry throat not to gulp it down. She had drained the pitcher in a handful of minutes and her mother set it aside.

“What-” Elaida tried again. Still painful and dry, but less so. Bearable enough to go on. “What did I say this time?”

Her mother and stepfather exchanged looks. For a moment she thought they wouldn’t tell her But finally her step father spoke. He recited the words like he might have his poetry, though Elaida knew it would not have sounded that nice when she had said it.

“The end draws near. The end comes on the winds of the of the broken east and the shattered promises of water. Peace is carved down the by axes of men, and burning leaves shall rain across the mountains and blanket the land in spears and blood. The land weeps. Spears pierce the flesh of men and the earth drinks it’s fill of blood. The land weeps. All this to anoint his coming. All this to mark a day twice blessed. Twice damned. All this to make fertile the land on which the final battle shall one day be fought. All this to clear the path for the last war. The first war. The only war.” He hesitated then, and Elaida forced herself to sit up, pushing sweaty tangled locks out of her eyes.

“What else?” She asked, her voice tight.

Her mother rested a hand on her father’s shoulder. He nodded.

“If their is hope, it is to be the found in the Blood of Ishara. The Ancient Blood.” Her stepfather whispered. “In the maiden of the golden flower and in the ender of feuds. In the one who walks barefoot under the sun and the one who wages war for the Tree of Life. In the one who leaves all she has known to become something new, and the one who walks away from all that is for sorrows found only in snow. In the Lion’s Heir, and the Iron Mountain’s leader. Born of the Lion’s Heir and the Iron Mountain. The Lion’s heir and the Iron Mountain. That is the hope of the world.”

Elaida sucked in a breath, letting it rush in over her teeth. Then she staggered to her feet and walked over to the window.

“The last thing I remember was being out in the field with Joni. We were approaching the river and then…” And then the fit had come on, and the world had turned liquid and strange and she had been surrounded by rushing filaments of light and horrifying things she could not comprehend. She had felt as if her whole body were going to crack open. It was like being struck by lightning.

Her little sister had wanted to see the butterflies. Elaida had known it might be a risk going so far from the house. But she had wanted to take it. To try at least. She was so so sick of the nurses and the attendants sworn to secrecy and every fungus peddling wise woman who could do nothing but give her a belly ache. 

She had just wanted to see the butterflies with her little sister. She deserved that. That and everything else these fits kept from her.

“She was very brave.” Carinis said gently. “She brought you back to us all by herself- and we brought you to rooms to…”

Wait it out. The only thing that could be done.

No one spoke for a bit. Elaida gazed out the window and thought of all the things that should be, that would never be. The House and land she would never rule- a small house and small land, but still what should have been her’s. The lovers she would never take. The joys she would never know. Her whole life would never be lived farther away from this room then she could be carried.

Was this how her father had felt she wondered? Was this why he had done it? Despite the wife who had risked everything to wed a commoner and a daughter on the way. If it was…she cursed the man for being so weak. For not staying away from her mother, despite their passion for each other. For being so thoughtless that he passed on whatever…disease or defect or curse this was to his child. And for abandoning her to deal with it alone.

She had never hated anyone as much as she hated him. She wished, savagely and wickedly, that the poison had not taken him gently- that he gone in wretched violence and agony. It would be to unjust for him to have anything else.

Elaida took a deep breath and turned to face her parents. “Am I…” She licked her lips. “...Am I going to die?”

Would it better if I died was the real question. And they knew it. The horrified looks on their faces said it all. But they didn’t understand. They couldn’t.

Every time one of the fits hit her, she was sure she was dead already.

“Elaida.” Her mother said sharply. “You must not-”

“I don’t want to live as a mad woman!” Elaida snapped, cutting her off. Something hot and angry was trickling down her cheeks, and she didn’t care. “Nothing’s working and it’s getting worse and-! And it’s not- it’s not fair!” She wanted to hurl something against the wall, but all the things that might have been broken by accident  during her fits had been removed long ago. “I don’t want to die! but this- this isn’t living! Father knew it and-” She cut of. She was sinking to her knees. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair!

“I don’t want to live as a mad woman.” She repeated, staring down at her hands. “I didn’t do anything. I didn’t ask to be born to a lunatic. I don’t deserve this and it wont stop, not ever and-” She let out a choked sob. "I don't want to live as a mad woman.”

A choking silence fell on the room. It always did in moment’s like this. Like a blanket smothering a fire. Elaida felt cold and empty.

“Your father.” Carinis said softly. “Was not mad. And neither are you.”

“Carinis!” Elaida’s mother snapped furiously spinning to face him. Elaida blinked in shock. She had never seen her mother so angry or afraid before. Not just worried. Terrified. “We agreed-!”

Carinis shook his head. He had a muley look about him. Stubborn. “They're the only ones who can help my love. We’ve tried everything else. We have to accept-”

“No! Never!” Elaida’s mother spat.

“Help?” Something treacherous and wicked bloomed in Elaida’s chest. Hope. And yet she seized on it with all she was. It was all she knew how to do. “What help?”

For a moment, her mother and step father just stared at each other, and then her mother stood and turned to go. Her step fathered look so pained and anguished but he did not move to follow.

He turned to face her taking a deep breath. “Your father was not mad. Not yet. Not when he died. He…He was just trying to protect your mother. And you. He is to blame for your…fits. But not in the way you think.”

“Why?” Elaida demanded. “What was he if he wasn’t mad?”

But suddenly she knew. Maybe she had always known.

“He could channel Elaida.” Carinis said quietly. “And he took his own life before he could found by the Red Ajah. He did it to protect you, in case…”

“In case I was born a boy.” She let out a shuddering, terrible breath. She shook her head. “No. No. These fits- I don’t do anything. I just…I just rave. I’m not Aes Sedai just…just a stupid lunatic girl you’re trying to make feel better and it won’t-”

“You are not raving.” Carinis said firmly rising to take Elaida’s hands in his. “He could do it too. A talent he called it. Foretelling the future.”

Elaida felt true apprehension for the first time. Not fatalistic anger or fear. Dread of something distant and yet drawing closer.

“What did he Foretell about me?” She asked quietly.

Her step father inhaled. “Clever girl.” He muttered.

“I have a right-” She began drawing herself up.

“That you would cage kings. That you would stand atop the world and it would know your fury. That your name would never be forgotten- in this age or the next.” His voice had taken on a very sad cast, but Elaida could only feel painful hope growing more wild in her chest. “That you would lead the world through chaos and tribulation- and that would be your glory, and one day, your downfall.”

Elaida exhaled. Dread. Fear. Apprehension. And thorny wicked hope. Not a short nasty life of pain. But glory that would endure eons.

The last war. The first war. The only war.

“The Last Battle. It is coming.” She whispered.

And Elaida do Avriny a’Roihan would be at the forefront.

“Yes.” He agreed quietly. And she understood suddenly, why her mother didn’t want her to know. 

It will be your downfall.

But Elaida would rather fall one day, then never rise. Her mother knew that. Her step father knew that. And they had kept this from her in the hopes of sparing her from fate.

Dread threaded her every bone. But she would not give into it. Not ever. She would blaze brightly and never be forgotten. It wasn’t just senseless pain this….this- not a curse. This gift- it served a purpose. She served a purpose. She had been chosen by the Wheel for a task. Chosen to shape history.

“I have to go to the White Tower.” She said equal parts hope and apprehension. “I have to save the world.”

[sturnxies]

Bruised hearts, soft hands.

Synopsis: Loving Chris had always been easy. He called you doll, held you close like you were the most precious thing in his world, and made you feel safe in ways no one else could. But lately, something has shifted. His touches are fewer, his words sharper, and the distance between you grows with every passing day. When one fight threatens to tear you apart for good, you walk away—hoping, praying, that he’ll follow. Because love isn’t just soft hands and sweet kisses. Sometimes, love is choosing to fight for each other, even when it hurts.

Warnings: Angst, arguing, cursing, feelings of neglect, reader feeling insecure, crying, being emotionally closed off, making up, and a fluffy ending.

creds: dividers and doll!reader - @bernardsbendystraws

as sweet as a melody, Sophie .ᐟ

Chris had never been good with words.

He loved through actions—through warm hands on your waist in the morning, through lingering forehead kisses before he left for the day, through silent glances that spoke volumes. He loved in the way he always pulled you into his lap when you were tired, how he rubbed circles into your back when you were stressed.

But love was more than soft touches. Love needed words, reassurance, and effort. And lately, those things had been slipping through his fingers like sand.

You felt it before you could name it. The distance. The coldness creeping in between the spaces where warmth used to be. He still kissed you goodnight, but it was rushed. He still held your hand, but it felt like a habit rather than something he wanted. His love was still there—but it wasn’t soft anymore.

And it was breaking you.

“You’re being dramatic.”

Chris’s voice is flat, void of the tenderness it once held when he spoke to you. You stand in the middle of the living room, arms crossed over your chest, trying to ignore the way your heart clenches at his words.

“I’m being dramatic?” you repeat, voice shaking. “Chris, you barely look at me anymore.”

His jaw tightens as he runs a hand through his hair. “That’s not true.”

“Then tell me the last time you actually spent time with me without being on your phone, or half-listening, or acting like you’d rather be anywhere else.”

Chris exhales harshly, eyes flicking away from yours. That’s answer enough.

You swallow the lump in your throat. “I feel like I’m talking to a wall. Like I don’t even exist to you anymore.”

His expression hardens. “That’s not fair.”

You let out a sharp laugh, one that lacks any real humor. “It’s not fair? Chris, I’ve been waiting for you to notice me. To care. And all you do is act like I’m the problem for wanting more from you.”

Chris steps back like your words physically hurt him, his hands curling into fists. “You always want more, don’t you? I do everything I can, and it’s never enough for you.”

You stare at him in disbelief, chest heaving. “You really think that?”

He doesn’t answer.

And that’s what does it. The silence.

Tears sting your eyes, and you step back, suddenly feeling so small in front of him. Chris, your Chris, had always held you gently. Treated you like his most prized possession. But now, all you feel is the weight of his indifference pressing down on your chest.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this,” you whisper, voice barely above a breath.

Something flickers across his face. Guilt. Fear. Maybe even regret. But it’s too late.

You shake your head, hugging yourself as you turn away from him. “I need some space.”

Chris doesn’t stop you as you walk away.

And that hurts more than anything.

The night is cold when you step outside, wrapping your arms around yourself as you walk aimlessly through the quiet streets. You don’t know where you’re going—only that you need to breathe, to escape the suffocating weight of the argument still lingering in your chest.

Your phone buzzes.

| Where are you?

You ignore it. If he wanted to fix this, he would have stopped you from leaving.

A few minutes later, another text.

| Please come home.

Your heart clenches, but you keep walking.

Then, another.

| I messed up. I know I did. Just tell me where you are, doll. Please.

The nickname shatters the last bit of resolve you have. He never calls you doll when he’s mad. He only calls you that when he’s soft, when he wants to remind you that you’re his.

You hesitate before finally sending your location.

It doesn’t take long. Minutes later, Chris pulls up beside you in his car, his expression unreadable as he parks and gets out. He doesn’t say anything at first—just takes one look at you, eyes flicking to the tear tracks on your cheeks, and then he’s pulling you into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around you.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs into your hair. “I don’t—fuck, I don’t know why I’ve been like this.”

You close your eyes, gripping the back of his hoodie. “I just needed you to see me, Chris.”

His hold tightens. “I do. I do, baby. I’ve just been stuck in my own head, and I didn’t realize how much I was pushing you away.” He leans back, hands cradling your face gently, thumbs wiping away the remnants of your tears. His eyes are softer now, filled with regret. “You mean everything to me. I’m so fucking sorry for making you feel like you don’t.”

Your throat tightens. “I don’t want to fight with you.”

“I don’t either,” he whispers. “I just want you.”

His forehead presses against yours, the warmth of him easing the ache in your chest. For the first time in weeks, you feel like you can finally breathe.

“Come home?” he asks softly.

You nod. “Yeah. Let’s go home.”

Chris presses a kiss to your forehead before pulling you into another hug, holding you like he never wants to let go. And maybe, just maybe, this time—he won’t.

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[moirindeclermont]

Bridgerton folks, ready for the last part? After finish this one, I'll put it on ao3 too. I'll make sure to link it when it is ready.

For now, enjoy this last part!

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The trust Pen has in him means the world to him. Knowing that she loves him just as much as he loves her makes his heart sing. He just feel in his bones that his decision to marry her is the right one.

He is so happy to share this intimacy with her, and he can't wait to discover everything there is to discover with her at his side.

He touches her with his fingers again, just for a moment, to make sure she is wɜt and ready for him. She moans when his fingers gets inside her, "Colin, I want you."

He moans in response, his own cōck ready. Before he overthinks too much, he takes himself in hand, and very slowly enters her.

She looks at him in awe as pushes carefully inside her warmth.

He has to steady himself for a minute and he is sure Pen appreciate him waiting a beat as well.

"How does it feel?" He asks because he is curious.

She smiles. "Wonderful!"

"Did it hurt?"

"I wouldn't say painful. Uncomfortable maybe, at first. But soon enough, it disappeared. Though...now..."

"What?"

He hopes it isn't to uncomfortable for her now.

"Now I really need you to move, Colin."

Colin chuckles. "Very well!"

Pen feel him giving little thrust, made more to make her use to his length.

"More, Colin!"

And then, finally, something snaps as he starts to give her powerful, deep thrust that leaves her breathless.

She is so grateful that it is Colin indeed the person whom with she is sharing this experience with.

This powerful feeling that makes her feel vulnerable and without control.

She should be scared. She is not because she trust Colin.

She looks at him and caresses his cheek. He is moaning as wildly as she is, and as their bodies find there rhythm, she can't help but kiss him with all the love she feels for him.

She is a writers and a good one if she may say so, yet nothing can describe the feeling of closeness she experience in that moment with Colin.

Feeling him inside her, his body over her, his mouth blabbering little non sense in her ear. A thought pass through her "this is what love and being loved feels like".

Then, suddenly, there is no space for thoughts anymore as her everything gets filled with pleasure.

Her release is both physical and emotional. Colin's must be too, giving how he is kissing her, a languid smile on his mouth and some tears in his eyes.

They hare wife and husband, according to the law of nature, and Pen discovers that she cares more about this marriage than the one they will have for their family sakes.

Colin is still on top of her, but he is not crashing her. He is giving her little kisses on every part he can reach, delirious with happiness.

"What are you thinking?" He asks after some minutes.

She chokes a bit in responding: "That I knew it would be like this. That I would wait a thousand more years if I had to. That I'm glad I've found you so soon in this lifetime."

Colin smiles, that crazy smile that makes her heart skip a bit.

"I guess that's what you can expect to hear when you're about to marry a writer."

She looks at him, perplexed.

"I had to much time on my hand, since you don't answer my letter... And I started rereading them again. Then, by chance, I had an issue of lady Whistledown in my luggage, and when I read it out of boredom... Your voice is so distinctive Pen."

She imagined that he would be angry.

"I was angry for a while. But then I had time and now I'm just proud that my future wife is the most renowned author across Mayfair." He said kissing her again.

They married two weeks after that night, welcoming a baby boy after nine months.

Pen, in her vows to him, wrote "sometimes the best thing in life happens when you have nothing left than the courage to ask".

The end

[namakes]

One extremely flattering angle of Big Man for you

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getting bitched at for using an ounce of logic in the workplace 🤪