#this wasn't supposed to happen

[munchymunchkin]

[thursdayinspace]

ficlet (breaking up just doesn't work for them)

or: thing that can stand on its own but might also maybe possibly be a WIP now, who the fuck even knows anymore, my WIP folder has given up on me at this point. Rating: Explicit

tagging @today-in-fic

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They shouldn’t. They said they wouldn’t do this anymore. And she knows it’s the right decision—they can’t risk it interfering with their work, with their partnership. What they have together is too important. That hadn’t stopped her from spending the weekend on the couch crying after they’d decided to end it. And he’d been quiet on Monday morning, looking like he hadn’t slept in days, and the pain in his eyes every time he’d looked at her told her he was as heartbroken as she was.

It’s been weeks now. And she misses him like a severed limb even though they’re together all the time. But he doesn’t put his hand on her back anymore. He looks quickly away every time their eyes meet. She understands. He’s hurting the same way she is. She’s starting to wonder if they made the right decision. Some days it feels like she’s losing him, and she has to excuse herself and step outside for a moment, sit down somewhere out of view because her head is spinning as she tries to stop herself from hyperventilating. She knows it wouldn’t take more than a single look, a single touch to have him in her arms again, but she can’t, she can’t. They said they wouldn’t.

Five weeks. That’s how long they last before he knocks on her door on a Wednesday night after a long day at the office where they barely exchanged a word. He looks awful, like he’s been crying, and her heart hurts in her chest.

“Send me away,” he says, his voice breaking on the last syllable. “Please send me away.”

She doesn’t answer, keeps one hand on the door. She should close it. She should step back and let him in. She shouldn’t look into his beautiful sad eyes that cut into her soul and destroy her utterly until she feels tears prickling behind her eyes. She stands frozen in speechless indecision as the seconds tick past and give him her answer, and his palms framing her face make her paper-thin walls crumble. His first kiss is tentative but she can feel him trembling as she puts her hands on his chest, she can feel the pounding of his heart, and she wraps her arms around him and jumps as he lifts, her legs coming around his hips. She kicks the door closed once he steps over the threshold. Neither of them speaks as he carries her to the bedroom.

Touching his naked skin as he stretches out next to her isn’t the comfort she expected; it makes her desperate for him until she feels like she’s shaking apart with the love that’s pushing at the confines of her being. Finally he meets her eyes, the hunger in them stealing the breath from her lungs. All she can do as he kisses his way down her body is to close her eyes and put her hands in his hair. She can’t move, all her muscles are gone. She’s his now to do with as he pleases.

His mouth on her makes her moan and arch her back off the mattress. There are no words, not after these past few weeks, not for the magnitude of this love that only managed to grow during their separation. But she understands what he’s telling her. There are no words, but his mouth is saying everything she longed to hear for so long. His lips closing around her clit, his tongue pushing into her, the sounds he makes as he presses in closer, buries his face deeper against her and eats her out like he’s been starving. There’s relief and ecstasy in his voice as he gives himself to her, gives her what she needs.

Her orgasm washes through her in wave after wave of release so intense it makes her tears finally spill over; she’s coming for the first time in five weeks. She hadn’t even been able to touch herself with the loss of him numbing every part of her body and soul. He waits until she’s done before he crawls back up the bed, waits for her nod before he lowers himself between her legs and pushes into her, stretching her, filling her so completely. She’s always loved his size, but she welcomes it more than ever now. He’s everywhere.

His thrusts are slow and hard, his hands hooked around her shoulders to keep her in place, and she’s pinned to the mattress beneath him. He’s taking her, claiming her, and she digs her nails into his back, knowing he likes when she marks him, she’s seen him twisting around in front of a mirror admiring the scratch marks on his skin. He fucks her like he owns her, and he does, he does. The same way he’s given her ownership of his heart a long, long time ago.

She knows he needs to come, she can hear it in his breath, can feel it in the controlled, forceful roll of his hips, but he makes her come again first, and this time it happens slowly, the pressure building and building until she falls over the edge with a final push. She can’t breathe, can’t make a sound, her whole body is alive with pleasure that won’t end as he keeps going relentlessly even when his movements become frantic, erratic. He waits, he holds on until she’s spent, her body unclenching, sinking down against the rumpled sheets.

She holds him as he lets go, as he buries himself deep inside her and cries out, and she’s missed this more than she can fully understand. He’s shaking in her arms after he’s done and she wonders if it feels like this for everyone, like the universe isn’t big enough for everything she feels.

They don’t say the words. They don’t have to. They both already know.

[merry-kuroo]

I might have to pull for Boothill...

Save a horse 🐎 🫶🏾

Ride a cowboy 🤠 💦

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

listen don't @ me but i think this may be the longest thing ive ever written for rafayel ...

[fallclasskids]

They didn't need to talk to Big E like that....

[sainzinnorris]

they were supposed to make it. they were supposed to make it to f1 together. become teammates and win championships together. they were supposed to make history together. the irony that the very thing that brought them together was the very thing that ripped them apart. i need to fucking sit down.

[otok0nokowaii]

I shouldn't be allowed in any fandom

this isn't finished but I want you all to understand the power I possess

[lpsgirl109]

Real talk I am intrigued to see how in the world they handle Morro, especially considering there's a new master of wind. But also considering what I've heard about Dragons Rising and also the fact there's supposedly a leaked plot synopsis calling him villainous, I do fear this can only go horribly

[starmocha]

HOW TF DID I TIE WITH THE FISH TOO??? 💀💀💀

[eggsistential-basket]

guys i've let my ego get wrapped up in my gpa again but even worse than high school this time

[princessbiteme0o0]

Which one of y’all summoned Jay to fucking tumblr? I- speechless. Genuinely speechless. 🥴

I’m too tired for this 😩

[fizzseed]

i fear my silly little 5+1 is turning into a character study,,,,

[red-headed-mrs-den]

Kazekage Revival

How many words is too long for explaining all the problems that come along with a literal dead body coming back to life after it had been sitting for a length of time?

How many words is too long to explain all the work that Sakura probably had to do to get that idiot back to life and keep him there so Chiyo's jutsu would work?

...I'm at 4455 words so far and Chiyo JUST died.

[afaroffsong]

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I don't know what I expected to feel at this point but after the initial shock and trembling and tears I am just numb. Maybe a little angry. But not much. Just... numb.

[madmanswords]

Existential Crisis Time!

[weebssecretattic]

No wait, I take back what I said, I'm not- I'm not strong enough for this. Stop go back go back

"I Can't be with you anymore"

"For you, he sold his freedom"