#yeah it looks messy yeah i could’ve done it better

[wawataka]

i did what bones was too afraid to do

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: KISS & MAKE UP

✩ ‧ ˚. streamer!au: after the breakup, you two decide to make up in the traditional way—by having sex! NSFW

contents: fem!reader. oral (f. recieving), p –> v, teasing, praise, hair pulling (m. recieving), missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, use of pet names (too many to list here). not proofread bc you couldn't pay me to read all this again. 2.5k words. read this fic beforehand for better understanding of the context, but you don't have to.

author's note: tumblr hates me and that's why the banner quality's trash. if u wanna see the details, click here. anyways the streamer!gojo smut has finally arrived, tagging @satorena @screampied @cultrise, enjoyyy ;)

“did you tell them we’re back together?”

satoru nods in response to your question, plopping down on the couch next to you. he's spent the last hour chatting with his stream, and eventually he broke the news that you and him were back together after the breakup.

“yeah, i did,” he confirms, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. your hands automatically move to his hair and you thread your fingers through the soft white strands, pausing after a couple seconds to give him a quick kiss on the forehead.

a week ago, you and satoru had an admittedly messy breakup—not messy in the sense that it got toxic or dramatic, but messy in the way that it could’ve easily been avoided. it wasn’t that big of a deal, but thankfully, you and satoru resolved your misunderstanding within a relatively short time.

since then, things have been a little different—satoru’s been taking a break from streaming, which gave him move time to spend with you and away from his thousands of fans. it was his suggestion, and not surprisingly, it worked. but all good things have to come to an end, and your “honeymoon” away from satoru’s stream seems to be coming to a close.

“something smells good,” satoru notes, lifting his head and glancing at the kitchen. “wait, is that ramen?” your boyfriend gasps, eyes rounding as he looks at you hopefully. 

“yeah, you said you were craving it, so i made some,” you reply with a smile, untangling yourself from his arms and walking over to the kitchen. satoru blows you a flurry of kisses that you see out of the corner of your eye as you check on the ramen, which looks pretty much done.

“y’know, i still haven’t forgiven you for the shit you pulled last week,” you say dryly, turning off the stove and draining the water from the ramen into your sink. the steam rises up as the boiling water slips down into the drain, clouding your face for a moment before it dissipates into thin air. 

“...does that mean i don’t get to eat that ramen?” satoru asks tentatively, a nervous smile on his lips as you empty a packet of flavored powder into the ramen. you shoot him a look and raise an eyebrow, turning back to the stove to hide your smile.

“maybe, maybe not,” you reply coyly, not wanting to give in too soon.

“boo, you whore.”

you roll your eyes and divide the ramen into two bowls, one for you and one for your boyfriend. “you’re lucky i’m too nice to let you starve, regina,” you say pointedly, walking back over to the couch and handing one of the bowls to him, which satoru takes with both hands—a habit from his childhood that never went away. “otherwise you’d be—”

satoru cuts you off by poking your lips with his chopsticks, steaming hot ramen wrapped around them. you reluctantly open your mouth and let him feed you, smiling when he seals the bite with a kiss. 

“best girlfriend ever,” satoru proclaims when he pulls away, a lazy smile playing on his lips. his soft blue eyes study your own, observing your unusually guarded expression and frowning.

“how many times do i gotta apologize for my bullshit before you stop making that face at me?” he grumbles, twirling his chopsticks in his bowl and taking a bite of the ramen. it’s cute how satoru’s face lights up at the taste, and it’s even cuter how his eyes round at you in awe when he takes another bite. “i didn’t know instant ramen could be this good,” he muses, licking any lingering flavor off of his lips.

“very funny, satoru,” you laugh, swirling your chopsticks around the broth and watching the rest of the steam rise from your bowl. “and to answer your question, i don’t really know.”

satoru tilts his head and takes a sip of his water, ice clinking against the side of the glass. when you respond to his question, he pauses and tilts his head in confusion. “...wait, what does that mean?”

you think for a second, choosing your words carefully. “i’m not sure how long it’ll take until we’re back to… normal,” you say cautiously. in all honesty, you weren’t that pissed off at him—you never were. but the fact that satoru was so ready to throw your relationship away over something as small as that was upsetting, to say the least. and you weren’t entirely sure it wouldn’t happen again.

satoru looks at you thoughtfully, more serious than you’ve seen him in a while. you can almost see the gears turning in his head before he replies. “any idea how i can make it up to you?”

you shrug, swallowing another bite of ramen before you meet his eyes. “you tell me. actions speak louder than words.”

your boyfriend drops his chopsticks, letting them clatter around in the bowl before he stands up. he extends a hand to you, a determined glint in his eye. “then lemme prove it to you.”

“satoru, you can’t bribe me with sex.”

“that’s not all i’ll be doing, sweetheart. trust me.”

and that’s how you ended up in his room, hands tangled in satoru’s soft white hair as he eats you out. his tongue laps at your cunt with quick, kitten-like strokes, and he presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh. “feels s’good, satoru,” you breathe, involuntarily tugging on his hair and dragging out a groan from his lips. “sorry—”

“don’t apologize,” satoru mumbles in reply, nose brushing against your dripping thighs as his tongue slips past your folds and goes in deeper. he looks up and locks eyes with you, unable to resist smiling at the way your legs tremble around him. “aw, you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue in and out of your cunt with a grin. “and i’m the one who should be—fuck, you’re gorgeous—apologizing.”

this isn’t the first time satoru’s eaten you out, but it feels like it every single time—somehow, his tongue has a talent of rendering you unable to focus on anything else but him. you grind your hips against satoru’s face, eyes squinted shut as your boyfriend flattens his tongue before lapping your slick up with cloudy eyes. “shit, i don’t know what i’d be without you,” he murmurs, voice low and steady—and something about his tone makes you certain he’s being completely honest with you.

“you’re so—fuck, satoru, i’m gonna cum,” you breathe, back automatically arching when satoru’s tongue reaches that spot inside you. he laughs, and the vibration of the soft sound against your puffy, sensitive cunt almost makes your legs give out—but thankfully, satoru’s hands are secured around your thighs, holding you in place. “‘toru, i can’t—”

“yeah, y’can, just relax that pretty pussy for me,” he cooes, licking up the slick dripping down his chin. “c’mon, you’re doing so good f’me, keep going, baby.” and just like that, his tongue slips out of your cunt and he lets you cum—the sheer force of your orgasm hits you like a truck, and your hips roll against satoru’s face in a choppy rhythm as you desperately ride it out, hands gripping and accidentally yanking his hair.

you stutter out his name a couple more times, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of satoru’s mouth on your sensitive, gushing pussy. your boyfriend praises you the whole way, gently murmuring soft words about how sweet you are for letting him taste you, even while your relationship was rocky. when your voice steadies enough for satoru to make out what you’re begging him to do, he’s not at all surprised to hear you plea for him to fuck you—so stands up and tugs you down onto his bed, hand intertwined with yours as he pulls the sheets over your bodies. 

you squeeze satoru’s hand and lean in to kiss him, chest still heaving from your earlier orgasm. naturally, you miss his lips and end up kissing the side of his face, which is flushed bright red from the way his body reacts to the taste of your pussy. “don’t ever leave me like that again,” you whisper, tears pricking at your eyes for some reason—maybe it’s the lovesick way satoru looks at you, or maybe it’s the way he’s holding onto you like there’s no place he’d rather be.

“i won’t,” satoru promises, pressing an affectionate kiss to your forehead and pulling your head into his chest. his lips touch the top of your head as he murmurs, “and if i do, shoot me.” it sounds like a joke, but you both know that he’s dead serious.

“good thing i won’t have to do that,” you say with a soft giggle. your smile is heart-achingly familiar to satoru, and it feels like home—and that’s the realization that has him stripping off what little clothing the two of you still have on before he climbs on top of you. 

satoru touches the tip of his dick to your pussy, waiting for your nod to allow him to go in all the way. after a second, you dip your chin and trail your fingers down satoru’s jaw, grabbing his chin and pulling him down into another kiss. his lips linger for a couple seconds, still-minty breath tickling your face, before he pulls away. satoru slowly lowers his hips and nudges his dick inside of your desperate cunt, hands resting on either side of you.

even though it’s only been a little over a week since you last had sex with satoru, it feels like it’s been forever—your boyfriend curses when he feels how tight you are, mumbling something about missing you “so fucking much” as he goes in deeper and deeper. it hurts a little at first, but you quickly get used to the feeling of him inside of you. 

“fuckin’ hell, i’m never gonna get tired of this,” satoru breathes, dipping his head and kissing your collarbone. a single drop of sweat drips down the side of his face as he watches you squirm, eyes soft and endearing as you do so. he starts rolling his hips back and forth against you to loosen you up a little, dragging out soft moans from you as he does so. 

“yeah, you better not,” you mutter, tilting your head back and drawing in a long breath of air. you can’t remember the last time you felt this good—maybe it was the last time satoru fucked you. “satoru, y’re going so slow—”

your boyfriend cuts you off with a particularly harsh thrust, making your body jolt against his mattress. satoru lifts his head and looks you in the eye, a breathy laugh slipping out of him when he sees the pout on your lips. “the fuck you mean, i’m going slow? you want me to tear you apart? silly girl,” he tuts, back to his usual cocky self. he shakes his head and goes deep enough in you to force you to arch your back, starting to grin at the way you paw at his chest. “always so selfish, aren’t you?” he cooes, dipping his head and giving you a sloppy kiss on the forehead. “but you’re always—so—fuckin’—sweet,” satoru whispers, punctuating each word with a thrust hard enough for you to moan out his name more times than you can count.

“you’re the selfish one,” you mumble, lips trembling enough to muffle your voice. satoru huffs out a sigh and kisses your mouth, teeth gently brushing against your bottom lip. “you broke up with me for no reason,” you continue, tears pricking at your eyes again. “you think i’m gonna forgive you this fast?” 

satoru shakes his head again and caresses the side of your face. “will you?” he asks, slowing his pace enough for you to notice. you mutter something about him edging you on purpose, to which satoru shushes you and repeats his question.

“maybe.”

“you gotta stop giving me maybe’s, baby—y’re drivin’ me crazy here.”

in the past week, satoru’s done so much for you, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed. on the day after your breakup, he picked you up from your house and took you for a picnic entirely curated by him. on the second day, he made you breakfast, lunch and dinner—it wasn’t the best food you ever had, but it was definitely the most memorable (in more ways than one). on the third day, he took you out to your favorite amusement park and did everything he could to make you smile—by then, you had pretty much forgiven him, and the giant teddy bear he dropped in your bedroom only made you love him more. the rest of the days were filled with longing glances and little gifts left around your house, which only helped him earn more and more of you back.

so, you figure that satoru deserves what comes next.

“okay,” you whisper. 

satoru’s eyes widen and he hesitates before he tentatively asks, “does this mean—”

you don’t let him finish his question, instead grabbing his face and tugging him down into a full kiss. he lets out a soft hm? in surprise, but kisses you back more than gratefully. “c’mon, make me cum,” you breathe when he finally pulls away. satoru nods dazedly and mouths “i love you” before he goes back in you, pace faster than before.

one of his hands snakes down to your waist, holding it in pace while the other caresses your face. you gaze up at him with a soft smile, eyes fluttering open and closed every time his dick hits your sweet spot—which is more times than your body can handle, but you welcome the feeling of him deep inside of you. after barely a couple thrusts, a coil forms in your stomach, growing tighter and tighter with each movement of satoru’s hips. 

satoru laughs, chest heaving as he grins down at you cheekily. “i knew you’d forgive me,” he murmurs, pinching your cheek affectionately. “m’ so sorry—”

“shut up and fuck me,” you interrupt, tongue starting to loll out of your mouth as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming all over satoru’s dick. 

“as you wish, princess.”

satoru’s breathing slowly changes, becoming more choppy and uneven the closer you watch him get to his high—it’s so, so close for both of you, and when it comes, it takes over both of your minds like a drug. satoru curses and groans out your name, thrusts growing sloppy as he desperately rides out his orgasm. cum shoots out from his dick and coats the inside of your cunt white, dripping out once you physically can’t take any more.

you run your hands all over satoru’s body, clawing and gripping at every inch of skin you can latch onto—satoru’s always been your anchor, and you hope that he always will be. one of his hands leaves the side of your face and tangles with your fingers, holding it down against the mattress as he promises to never screw you over like that again, and you’re only too welcoming to him and his words as you squirt all over his dick. “fuck, satoru—”

he lifts his eyes and meets your own, and unlike you, his vision is clearer than ever. “shoot me if i ever leave you again, baby. i’m serious.”

you raise a shaky hand and touch the side of his face, eyes fluttering shut as you murmur, “i know i won’t have to.”

[pjsfvs]

Friends? I Think Not - Choi Yeonjun

PAIRING: bff!yeonjun x female reader

SYNOPSIS: in which yeonjun, your best friend, learns about your rather unsatisfactory sex life. who better than him to show you how it's properly done?

GENRE: smut

AUTH. NOTE: my account is undergoing a huge switch so a lot of things will be changing :33

The room was too hot for your liking.

It was like this every time you came over to Yeonjun’s. You heard somewhere that cats were often fonder of hot temperature than cold. Maybe he really was a cat inside. You could bet your life insurance on that.

You let your eyes wander inside his comfy room. It felt more like home than your room did, somehow. As extra as it is, he hung dim lights from his room walls, insisting “it adds up to the mood”. His room definitely wasn’t that messy for a guy who lives alone, to your surprise. Never too bright, but not too dark either. Chaotic neutral. It fit his personality well.

“You come over pretty much every day, and yet you still stare around quietly as if it's your first time here. Is my room that much of an aesthetic to you?” Yeonjun laughed from beside you. One hand under his head, he found himself unable to divert his attention from you. Not that you minded, of course. You took the eye contact like a challenge, meeting his golden amber eyes with equal amount of... hidden intent. He looked at you as if he wanted something so desperately- like he was barely holding himself back. Soft gaze observing the entirety of your face, he quietly tried to burn every small detail to the back of his mind. As you would do the exact same.

If someone walked in on you two, it would look almost like you two were dating.

“It fits your vibe somehow.” You quietly muttered to answer his last question. As your friend let out a soft giggle at how your eyes were shining in the LED lights, he could’ve sworn he saw the entire milky way through them. To him, moments like these really mattered. Quiet, peaceful, just you two. Like nothing else existed in the wide universe.

Just you two.

“Were you talking about something you wanted to do?” You suddenly remembered about him talking about a game he wanted to play with you. Were Kai’s habits rubbing off on him? You always knew Yeonjun also liked to play games, but he never really asked you to humor him whilst shuffling around with the console.

“Oh yeah, but it’s pretty lame. I just brought it up because we had nothing to do today.”

“But we usually have nothing to do anyways.”

“Ouch, babe.” It took all your muscles tensing to stop yourself from reacting to that nickname. He always knew how to push your buttons to get you flustered. You weren’t going to give in like how he wanted. He could only let out another laugh at your expression.

“What did you have in mind, then?” Yeonjun awkwardly scratched the back of his neck while averting your gaze at your question.

You narrowed your eyes at his reaction. So, he said he wanted to it because “we had nothing to do”, but inside, he really wanted to try this game he was talking about.

“21 questions”. You couldn’t help but groan and roll your eyes.

“Come on Yeonjun, we’re not middle schoolers anymore. You could just ask anything you want to know, and I wouldn’t think anything of it.” Letting out a defeated laugh, Yeonjun directed his honey hazel eyes at you. You were not entirely sure what he was getting at, but his ability to have you remembering all the nights you dreamed of those eyes was something else.

Moments like these reminded you about how you dreamt about him so vividly often times whilst deep in slumber. The unavoidable eye contact briefly exchanged giggles, 4am conversations, slight brushes of Yeonjun's hand on yours- it spoke volumes. Even if both of you practically knew you had feelings for each other, neither had done anything to seal in the deal. For you, it was the commitment. You weren’t sure you would be able to handle him fully. He had been with you for better and for worse, in sickness and health, in ups and downs. Choi Yeonjun was with you through everything. He was someone you just couldn't afford to lose. He was precious, more valuable than anything you ever had in your life. That’s exactly why you were hesitant. If you two broke up, it would cost you too much. You were afraid. Afraid of losing him over something like... love.

If you had to ignore this feeling in your chest to have Yeonjun for your whole life, you would. You would choose him for eternity.

“Is there a specific question you have for me then?” You were forced back to consciousness when Yeonjun suddenly spoke. Momentarily, you were taken aback.

“Your body count?” You narrowed your eyes and voiced out the question that you’ve been curious forever. As far as you knew, he had two serious relationships, and a few on-and-off flings here and there. Judging people by their body count was dumb, and you were aware of that. But it did catch your interest.

“Six.” His piercing gaze never left yours while shifting on his bed to face your side. Fair.

“It’s my turn right? I’ll ask your body count too, then.” See? Any friend would be curious about these. Especially horny young adults like him and you.

“Four.” You said with a long sigh. You knew he would never judge you for it or anything, but it was still nerve wracking. Yeonjun’s expression didn’t change one bit. Instead, he still kept a close look on your face. Even without him voicing it out loud, you knew he was worried if you were insecure about it in any way.

“No, I’m okay Yeonjun. I know you wouldn’t think weirdly of me.” Letting out a laugh to lighten up the mood, you tugged your hair behind your ear.

“Hey, you continue with another question. You should lead these kinds of games, not me.” From the way he immediately lifted his eyebrow, you knew he didn’t mind controlling where this game went. Again, with the unbelievably attractive confidence of his.

“I see you as a 100% bottom, and I know I am right.” You furrowed your eyebrows at how overly sure he sounded.

“Do you have any ounce of dominance in you? Can you top anyone at all?” Damn, were you supposed to answer honestly, or act tough?

“…I’m not sure. I don’t think I do.” He let out a low whistle and a domineering smirk at your statement. Every single thing he does seemed extra attractive today, why was that? You could bet your monthly wage that it was on purpose to get you riled up.

You could almost physically feel Yeonjun’s eyes roaming through your entire body. It was hard to ignore when he was making the atmosphere thick to the point you could practically cut it with a knife. You two weren’t touching each other in any way, but the way he was staring at you felt like he was intentionally trying to get you in the mood. The mood.

“Next question, baby?” You felt your face getting hotter by minute. You couldn’t help it when he practically purred your favorite pet name with that face.

“Could you stop that-”

“But your reaction is too good to pass on.”

“How good would you say you are in bed? You can be honest you know; I wouldn’t judge~” You let out a choked laugh and covered your mouth to prevent laughing in his face. Yeonjun chuckled at your question too, but still kept the mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Well, you could see that for yourself, can’t you?” Him licking his lip slightly didn’t go unnoticed. These small sly movements never went unnoticed with both of you. Taking on the silent invitation, you lightly pulled at your shirt collar. He tried hard but gave into temptation in the end. By the way his eyes stayed a few seconds more than appropriate, you knew it was revealing your collar bone right now. Or maybe a bit more.

“I’m not sure, no man has ever satisfied me in bed before you know.” Yeonjun's eyes snapped at the unexpected statement. You could practically hear his inner voice. Four bodies and-

“You mean you’ve never came in bed? Like, never?”

“Never.” Before you could process what was happening, you felt a shift in Yeonjun’s mood. By the time you returned your eyes to his, the only thing you could see in those beautiful hazel eyes were desire. Burning fiery desire, and pure sinful lust. Just with his hot intense gaze, you unknowingly rubbed your thighs together.

“Want me to change that?” Despite his explicit suggestion, he gently put a hand on yours. You knew that if you said no here, he would not pursue anything. He would drop it in a second and continue normally like how you two did until now. Never did you even think Yeonjun would look at you this way. With such tempting desire written all over his eyes.

You knew you shouldn’t give into the voices in your head. If you did this, it would be harder to ignore your feelings. Those feelings that are overwhelming inside of you, it would get harder and harder to manage. You should refuse.

But your body acted otherwise.

“Maybe you should.”

As soon as you muttered the words Yeonjun had been longing to hear, his persona changed in a split second. He flipped you over easily and got on top. As he hungrily looked down at you, he felt a sense of pride he never felt before. He was going to own you. Him. Not anyone else.

He wanted you. You, every bit of you.

Never once in your life have you felt such desire before. Never did you ever want someone as bad as you wanted Yeonjun right now. You hated that it had to be him, but it didn’t matter. Not when you had your hand in his hair, kissing until you two were out of breath. His hands never stopped roaming around your entire body like you were already his property.

“Baby… You have to promise to tell me if you don’t like anything that I do. Anything. Is that understood?” Yeonjun’s honey eyes found yours again. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you. You nodded and pulled him in again.

As soon as your lips met, a fire ignited. It was like you two were waiting for this very moment for forever. You were finally able to inhale the masculine scent of Yeonjun. Like a mixture of caramel, rosewood and musk, his smell was intoxicating. You couldn’t get enough of him.

You were still unsatisfied by the time he broke away from the kiss. With a low chuckle, he took another look at your current state. Cheeks burning, eyes clouded with nothing but pure desire. Your body practically waiting to be ravaged by him, there was nothing sexier than that in the world.

“Yeonjun…” You let out a quiet whimper when he dived in for another kiss. Slowly, his lips slid all the way to your neck. His hot breath fanning over your skin, you inhaled sharply in order to stabilize your breathing. As Yeonjun’s large hands carefully slipped your smaller ones into his hands, he softly held them.

“Tell me, baby.” You opened your eyes at his request.

“Tell you what?”

“That you want me as much as I do. That I can fuck you the way I’ve always dreamt of.” The vulgar words that came from his mouth sent a violent shudder down your spine. You were not used to dirty talk, but it was something you would gladly get used to if it meant Yeonjun was the one.

“I-I….” You found yourself struggling to follow his commands.

You let out a sharp gasp when Yeonjun grabbed both your wrist by his single hand and pinned it above your head. The forceful slam on the headboard rang in your ears as you found yourself staring at the man with wide eyes. His beautiful eyes looked dangerous. Like a wolf staring at his prey.

“You have nowhere to run now, baby. Follow my orders, and I might just reward you.” Struggling to hold his heavy gaze, you closed your eyes.

“I want you so much, Yeonjun… Fuck me, you can do anything you want with me!” He lets out a low groan at your sweet words, the grip on your wrists tightening. Yeonjun jumped at the opportunity to spread your legs and position himself in between. Immediately, you whimpered when his clothed length rubbed against you.

“Good kitty.” Yeonjun whispers into your ear. He moves more, slowly grinding his hips against your throbbing core. The action had you choking back a needy moan. Even from that, you could tell how delicious his cock would be when you finally had it for yourself. Arousal flaring through your entire body, you struggled to stay still.

“Look at me.” Even if you heard his command, you couldn’t do so immediately. Not when you felt your entire body crumble with the slightest of movements. Not when you knew you were soaking through your panties by now. You felt so overwhelmed with desire for him.

“Fucking look at me when I tell you to, baby.” He spat the venomous words, landing a slap on your inner thigh. You flinched at the unexpected contact and let out a broken moan. You couldn’t help but meet his dangerous gaze.

“That’s right, keep your eyes on me. I want those pretty eyes on me only.” He said whilst grinding even harder against your clothed heat. His dick was so hard, you could practically feel him pulsating. He was rock hard- for you.

You bit your lip to maintain your voice while still holding the eye contact.

Once again, he leaned into your neck. When he placed a gentle kiss, you let out a small whimper. You couldn’t help but find your fingers tangled in his messy black hair all over again. When his hot tongue started traveling over your sensitive neck, you bit your lip even harder. You made a futile attempt to move your arms. Yeonjun was having none of it- the iron grip he held was too strong.

“Stay still, slut.” Your eyes flew open. It was so unexpected, but so delicious to hear from his swollen lips. You couldn’t help but let out breathy moans here and there when he ravaged your neck as much as he could. He didn’t leave a spot open, not an inch where he didn’t kiss, bite or lick. You were sure to have quite a few love bites tomorrow.

He let your wrists go to take off your top and skirt. You faintly remembered wearing tights. When he noticed the thin material, he didn’t give you a chance to answer before instantly ripping it to shreds. Roughly stripping you out of the clothing, he hungrily took in the sight of you in your underwear.

God damn, you were stunning. Your beauty could rival any goddess. And you were all his.

“Mine.” He growled when placed a kiss on your collarbone. He unhooked your bra and threw them across the room. Large rough hands fondling your tits, he continued the trace of love bites downwards. He wanted to mark every inch your body if he could’ve.

As much as he wanted to just destroy you immediately, your pleasure was the priority to him. He had no intentions of rushing anything today. But even so, some things had his patience running out.

You let out a loud gasp when he ripped your beige panties as well. The unexpected gesture sent a burning arousal straight to your core. You were sure to be soaking wet by now, you could even feel it yourself. The sudden exposure to the cold air had you shivering.

You made a futile attempt to close your legs in embarrassment. Contrary to your wishes, Yeonjun’s hands held a firm grip on your thighs to prevent that.

“Don’t you dare hide this pretty cunt from me, baby.” The absolute filth coming from your usual science-nerd best friend had you clenching around nothing down there. The need of having him inside you was growing rapidly each second. You wanted to touch, kiss, and feel him in every way you could.

So you decided to test what he questioned earlier. You flipped over.

Having Yeonjun under you felt like winning a prize, somehow. You felt a sense of absolute pride, and wanted to own him like he was talking about. You wasted no time in connecting your lips to his and proceeded to take off his hoodie. As soon as his top was off, your eyes ran hungrily over his ripped abs, and gosh, he looked so darn beautiful. Drunk off his manly cologne, you wanted to taint him with your scent. If you were animals, you wanted to knot him with your mark. You badly wanted him, in every way possible.

Your hips moved automatically, grinding against him sensually. Growling, Yeonjun’s tongue swirled around yours. The hot open-mouthed kiss took your breath away, your nails sinking into his shoulder. When you finally broke away, you were conflicted on what you should do next.

Yeonjun took the second of hesitation as a chance to get on top again. He flipped over with such ease, as if you were as light as a snowflake.

“When did I give permission to do that, y/n?” Your name sounded dangerous when he growled it like that. Once again, you felt your hot core pulsing and dripping.

“Keep your eyes on me while I eat this pussy out, doll.” His narrow eyes looked even sharper than before when he finally had a proper look at you. The sight of you naked, whimpering his name was something he would never forget.

He secured his grip on your thighs before diving in.

Yeonjun’s hot breath over your soaking cunt, he took a second to spread the lips apart. Almost immediately locating your clitoris, he lightly teased it with his thumb. Satisfied with how your body shook violently, he felt himself get rock hard.

When his hot tongue brushed over your sensitive clit, you could’ve sworn you saw stars. Dark hazel eyes never once leaving your orbs, he carefully observed your reaction to each of his motions. You let out a sharp yelp.

Yeonjun experimentally flicked your bud. Wet muscle attached to your swollen clit; his wolf-like eyes never left your face. Lewd sounds of your juice filling the room- your cheeks burned in embarrassment.

Wasting no time in finding your sweet spots, he left you clawing on his bedsheets in no time. He circled his wet tongue teasingly on your bundle of nerves, he lightly flicked it directly. The sensation too mind-blowing, you cried out his name. Yeonjun was relentless in his actions, fingers sinking into your soft thighs as he ate you out like a man starved. He wasn’t afraid to get messy, all he cared about was how your body trembled every time he sucked gently on the sensitive bud. Brutally ravaging your cunt, he sensed that you were nearing your orgasm.

“Y-Yeonjun, I-I’m close!” You cried out, gripping the bedsheets like your life depended on it. Nothing could prepare you for the powerful orgasm that was coming, you could just hope you wouldn’t go mad. It was so close; you were so close-

Until he pulled away.

Eyes wide with tears, you whimpered and stared at Yeonjun pleadingly. Not sure what you could even say, you wiped the tears brimming your eyes.

Before you knew it, he had started again.

Yeonjun had made it his goal to edge you until you lost your mind completely. The sight of you so fucked out, completely succumbed to him- Yeonjun groaned into your cunt at the thought.

He would do it until you felt the knot in your lower regions, threatening to break any second- And then stop. You would chase your high, pressure in your lower stomach building up more and more- until he ripped it away from you. After waiting a few seconds for you to cool down, he continued his assault again. It felt like he’s been going at it for hours.

“J-Jun…Yeonjun. Please, please let me cum..!” You cried weakly, hands finding its way to his messy locks again. Lightly pushing his head further, you wanted him to eat you out like a man starved. Make you cum over and over again.

“Are you sure, baby? I could keep doing this for hours, you taste too sweet to pass on.” You shook your head violently, eyes getting teary again from the brutal orgasm denial. All you wanted was your orgasm that had been ripped away from you too many times.

“Please, please…”

“Beg me more, baby. Call my name like it’s the only word you know.” He went back to eating you out. The sound of his wet muscle connecting with your own fluids was embarrassing, yet oddly intoxicating. It turned you on even more.

“Please let me cum… Yeonjun!” As soon as you choked out the name, Yeonjun’s eyes snapped in your direction.

The endearment brought out his animalistic instincts further. Loud slurping noises fill the room once again, just this time even more furiously. His tongue brushed over your clit over and over again, until you finally felt the knot come undone. You weren’t prepared for it to come so fast, a loud moan being ripped from you. Long awaited orgasm washed over your entire body, you saw pure white. Only, white quickly got painted with scarlet when your desire for the man in front of you awakened once again.

Yeonjun kitten licked your pussy, having a taste of you once more. He was addicted to you.

The sinful sight of him made your cheeks flare, and core clench against nothing. Even if it was immediately after cumming, you felt the growing need to have him inside of you.

“Fuck me, Yeonjun. Fuck me until the only word I know is your name.” You spat out, hopefully to hit a nerve and have him claim you the way you’ve always dreamed of. Your eyes went wide when he slammed his hand on the headboard and glared down at you with furious glint in his eyes.

“Don’t order me around, slut. You better use the right word to address me from now on.” You felt your entire body shudder at his words. He was so naturally dominant, the need to submit completely to him growing.

Yet, you couldn’t help but want to provoke him further.

“Or what, you wouldn’t fuck me? We both know you can’t wait another second until you stuff that thick cock into my- Ah!” Yeonjun pulled you closer to him by roughly pulling you on your thighs.

“You’re playing with fire, cumslut. You better be ready for the big words you uttered just now.” When you saw him finally position himself at your glistening wet folds, you felt your body catch fire. You wanted him so bad it was driving you insane.

You knew you could take whatever Yeonjun could give you. As you directly met his burning gaze, you took in the sight of him smirking darkly at your request.

His length was impressive, to say the least. Both length and width exceeded the standards of average, your mouth watering at sight. You were positive that it would hurt like losing your virginity all over again.

Even so, it was Yeonjun. It was with him, so you could take anything. You wanted everything he could give you.

When you looked into his honey hazel eyes again, all you could see was your own fucked-out expression and pure lust dripping from them. They stared at you with such fiery passion, it was addicting.

“Hang on tight, doll.” Your delicate hands were placed on his wide shoulders as you anxiously awaited him to finally slip it inside you. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead gingerly, which took you by surprise.

As he rubs his thick tip on your entrance, you both sharply inhaled with a breathy moan following afterwards. Yeonjun staring at you with such eyes, it felt amazing to be claimed in such intimacy.

He slowly pushed his length inside while hearing your beautiful voice, mesmerized. The thickness caused a sweet burn inside, making you arch your back. Even if it hurt, you didn’t want him to stop.

“Does it hurt? Are you okay?” Yeonjun was undeniably worried at your slightly grimacing expression. That was not what you wanted to hear.

“Stop being a pussy and fuck me like you promised you would, Yeonjun.” You intentionally used his name to piss him off. You knew you were saying this even when he hadn’t bottomed out yet, but you couldn’t help it. The desire to be ruined by Yeonjun was too overwhelming.

He grunted before pushing in all the way without any warning. You yelped, nails digging into his shoulder. The sweet pain of being stretched out by the man you’re in love with was indescribable. When your tight cunt clenched around him, Yeonjun shuddered.

He didn’t wait a single second to go absolutely wild with you. As if unleashing a beast in slumber, his eyes shone in a new light you had never seen before.

“You’re so fucking tight, this pretty cunt is all for me” He sounded like he was talking to himself more as he dragged himself out to the very tip, then slamming it back in. The sound of skin slapping against each other mixed with the air smelling like sex itself, you lost yourself in the moment. Entire body burning with desire, your mouth hung open. You had absolutely zero control over your voice as you freely let out the embarrassingly loud moans spill. Yeonjun’s eyes darkened at the delicious sound, he landed a sharp slap on your inner thigh again. And again. It was sure to bruise by tomorrow.

Yeonjun kept up a rather fast and rough pace, contrary to what you initially imagined it would be. Because of his naturally teasing and laid-back personality, you figured he would fuck that way too. However, right in this moment, you only felt yourself and him fucking like animals in heat. Your neck sinking into his back, you cried out louder. The only thing keeping you sane in this moment was the feeling of his thick cock slipping in and out of you. He was addicting, and he knew it. The higher he took you, the greedier you became.

You had the nerve to scream when you could barely take the current pace. Yeonjun thrusts became faster and rougher, the iron grip on your hips causing darkening spots that would bruise. You were practically sobbing when he started rubbing circles on your clit alongside. Entire body shaking with each thrust, Yeonjun’s eyes were still observing you to find your g-spot.

You hated and loved how observant he was.

In under a minute, he found your sweet spot inside as well. When he noticed your breath hitching louder and body shudder more violently, he knew he hit the jackpot. As he targeted that specific spot, you felt tears rimming your eyes. The high-pitched moans coming uncontrollably out of your open lips were doing a lot of things to Yeonjun. He fucked you exactly the way he promised.

Landing a loud slap on your inner thigh again, he slipped out.

You almost cried and was prepared to beg for it again Contrary to your initial thought, you found yourself being forcefully flipped over to a new position.

“Face down ass up, baby. Hurry up.” You immediately followed his words and sticked your ass against his length again.

Your mind went blank when he slipped his thick cock again into your deliciously tight walls. The new position bringing out newer, vivid sensations, you moaned needily. Yeonjun’s low voice with his breathy moan was sinful- music to your ears.

“Ngh, jun- feels so good-!” You clawed at the bedsheets, wrinkling it up more. Your mind couldn’t focus on anything else other than the sweet sensation of his thick cock filling you to the brim and bringing out moans you didn’t know you could produce. Yeonjun’s mind was also foggy, the feeling of your tight pussy and beautiful voice feeling like a dream.

When he dragged his veiny cock over your sweet spot from behind, you screamed at the feeling. Too embarrassed to hear yourself in such manner, you sunk your head to the pillow below you. Yeonjun immediately noticed you trying to lower your moans.

He landed a sharp spank on your ass this time, leaving a pretty red print behind. You couldn’t help but let your voice out and looked back at him. When he glared at you with those eyes, you knew what he was thinking even without him voicing it out.

“Don’t fucking make me repeat yourself, cumslut. You are mine, let me hear those pretty moans.” You weakly nodded, struggling to stay in position. Every time he slammed into you, you saw red. You had never felt anything like this before.

“I’m going to own this pretty pussy and fill it with my hot cum until you can’t take it anymore.” His dirty talking had you clenching around him immediately. Yeonjun inhaled sharply at the tightening, landing rough spanks here and there. The sweet feeling of being pounded raw filled you with desire, every ounce of you focusing on Yeonjun. Nothing else mattered beside you and him.

“Who is making you moan so loud? Tell me, slut. Who owns this pussy? Who do you belong to? Fuck, such a good girl.” You let out needy moan after moan, the sharp sounds of his hip snapping against yours filled your ears. Yeonjun groaned in an animalistic manner and gripped your hip even tighter with one hand. Slamming forcefully on the headboard, he gripped the wood so tightly it turned white.

“'m a good girl, Yeon-yeonjun owns me-” You were surprised you managed to form a sentence with your mind in such state. The man you’ve harbored feelings for years, pounding you rough and raw from behind. It was still unbelievable. Yet, sparks flying and the addicting feeling of his cock slipping in and out of you had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You could focus on absolutely nothing than his fat dick filling you up.

Your orgasm was quickly approaching, sensitivity heightened when Yeonjun pulled you by your hair. Yelping in pain, you felt yourself drool. The fast and rough pace he had never slowed down, not even a second. Every time he slipped out, he explored you inside out and hit you in the spots you never even knew you had. When his large hands wrapped your thin neck, the delicious adrenaline rush flowed through your veins. Slightly struggling to breathe, your orgasm heightened even more. It was so close-

“Y-Yeonjun, I’m-!”

“Let go baby, you’re doing so well. Cum on my cock, baby girl.” Almost immediately, you cried out and let go. The feeling of your crashing orgasm driving you crazy, your entire body trembled with oversensitivity. Yeonjun let out a low grunt next to your ear, finally letting go of your neck. You didn’t even have the chance to breathe properly again before he started the cruel pace again immediately after your second orgasm of the night.

“W-Wait Jun- Nhh ah!” You couldn’t form any word with the current state of mind, not when he was drilling into you like there was no tomorrow. You finally remembered he still hadn’t came yet. Gulping, you tried your best to hold on until he came undone. You didn’t even notice the string of saliva slipping down your chin when you were too busy trying to push your ass more towards him. Yeonjun bit down on your shoulder as he desperately tried to hold in the moans as he himself approached his high.

“Come in me, junie. Fill me up with your cum and make me yours, I want all of you so bad, Yeonjun!” You couldn’t help but speak everything you were feeling out loud. The unexpected honesty ignited a new flame inside Yeonjun, causing him to bite down even harder. You were so irresistible, and all his. The wonderful submission you had in your voice was absolutely beautiful.

“Fuck, such a good girl… All mine… You are mine, (y/n). You hear that…?” You grimaced from the pain, but still let out strained moans at the brutal pace he was still keeping. The inability to reply verbally slipped out of your mind again, all you could feel was the veiny cock rubbing against your cushiony walls. Your tear-stained cheeks rubbing against the bedsheets, you finally felt him release inside you with a single loud moan. When he shoot his hot semen inside you, you greedily tightened around him. The feeling of being filled to the brim with his seed set your cheeks on fire.

You whimpered when he pulled out, few drops of cum slipping out of you.

When he struggled to steady his breathing, you collapsed in his arms. Yeonjun looked at you in such loving gaze, you felt your heart hammer against your chest. He was wonderful, you felt yourself falling deeper in love if that was even possible. Yes, love.

Love?

An anxious feeling made your stomach drop now that you regained all your senses. What did this mean?

When you were too busy contemplating what to say, Yeonjun took the initiative.

“Baby, I know this isn’t exactly the right timing to say it, but…” You immediately realized what Yeonjun was about to say. Before you could realize, you had interrupted his speech.

“W-Wait Yeonjun!” His honey eyes immediately snapped towards you, eyebrows ever so slightly furrowing. He looked scared, suddenly. The fear of you not sharing his feelings arose, Yeonjun uncomfortably flinching.

“What’s wrong…? Did I hurt you? Or-”

“I love you, Yeonjun.” Your sudden confession shot an arrow straight through his heart, you could even feel his excitement and relief through his gaze only. But you knew that if you wanted to keep this relationship stable, you needed to voice out the concerns that kept you from confessing all those years.

“But I’m afraid. So afraid. I am afraid because I love you so much, it drives me mad sometimes. We’ve been through pretty much everything, we know each other so well. And I know that I love you more than anything in this world. But if this relationship fails… and we somehow break up… I am not willing to lose our friendship over something like this, Yeonjun. I’m not sure if we should… do this.” Yeonjun’s eyes glistened sadly at your confession. He wasn’t sure how to react while he was listening. As his warm hands lightly rubbed your thighs to help with the soreness, he couldn’t help but panic over your thoughts.

“Baby, I would love it if you didn’t take our relationship so lightly.” You snapped your eyes at Yeonjun, only to meet the most serious he has ever looked as far as you have known him.

“I love you. And you love me back. We are not going to break up. I am going to make you happy, keep you safe and sound, and marry you. I will have cute children with you, and make sure they live happily too. I can promise myself, my whole self-” he put your hand on his chest, where you could feel his beating heart. “-to you.” His eyes were dead serious. He meant every word he said. The heartfelt words had you tearing up immediately. That’s it.

That’s what you’ve wanted to hear all these years. Those words from your other half.

Putting your hand on his cheek, you smiled at the love of your life. You couldn’t believe that this was reality, that you will spend your whole life with him.

“I love you, my baby.”

“I love you too, so much.”

[pro-mammonologist]

Bro I woke up and something came to my mind. What if mammon had a wet dream of you while you slept next to him 😳.

Anyway pls make a story/headcanon of this or I... uh..I.. Unfollow you👹!!

First off, yes, lovely idea. Secondly, you are likely a mammonwhore, you would not unfollow me because I’m in your timeline too much.

Anywaaayyys

“Fuck!” Mammon whipped himself up from out of the covers, breathing heavy and panting. He was covered in sweat from head to toe. You stirred next to him, whining.

“Did you have a nightmare?” You mumbled, rubbing his side. He flinched at your touch.

“No… no I didn’t.” He laid back down and turned to you. “Did I wake you?”

“Yeah. It’s okay I’ll go right back to sleep. I need you to hold me.” You tried to inch toward him but he moved back and you were confused. “Mammon, you don’t want cuddles?”

“I…uhhhh. I’m really sweaty.” He lied. Really, he didn’t want you to feel the damp spot on his underwear and the hardening of his cock.

“Mmm… okay. Lemme tangle my legs with yours at least.” You moved your legs between his and he jumped again. “What’s up with you, are you okay baby?” You brushed the hair out of his face and felt the heat radiating off him. “You always wanna cuddle.”

“I—“ he didn’t answer. “I’m really hot that’s all.” He was desperate to cover up his tracks.

“Are you getting sick? Usually you’re always cold.” You went to turn on the light, trying to figure out what’s wrong.

“No! No I’m fine I promise!” It was too late. You turned on the light and turned back to him. He was red and he quickly pulled the covers over his crotch. You turned to face him and rubbed your light sensitive eyes. He could see you now, wearing a tank top and with your hair as messy as it could be. He saw how wet your lips became as you went to lick them and how red you were from his body heat.

“Mammon, baby you look hot.” You told him, not referring to his attractiveness, but his temperature.

“Listen, I’m not sick! And whaddya doin callin me hot?” He got redder.

“Mammon, I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” You sounded so soft, so gentle. “I need to know.” You went to touch his shoulder and he bit his lip.

“Okay… I’ll tell you. I had a dream that you were fuckin’ me. And I… think… I might’ve came.” He watched as you started to smile and then laugh. “What’re you laughin at!”

“You could’ve said you needed to change if it embarrassed you that bed. I would’ve just gone back to sleep. I’m awake now all because you had a wet dream.” You laid back down and turned off the light. “You can go ahead and change.”

He sat there for a second, letting his embarrassment cool. “Okay.”

“Unless… you wanna get off? Is that the case, pretty demon?” You asked, grinning away now. “I’m still a little sleepy but I’m sure I could give you a sloppy blowjob. Your favorite!” You offered, inching closer to him.

“Mm, Mc. You would do that for me?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about getting me off.” You sunk under the covers and started pulling at his undies.

“I’ll always pay you back. If you’re too tired now, I can always wake you up with some head.”

“Just let me treat you, Mammon.”

And treated him, you did. By the time you were done, he was panting and curling his toes, his eyes rolled back, and his cock too sensitive to even let the cool air hit. You happily gave him what he needed, even as your drool coated his inner thighs and left a wet spot on the bed, the messier the better after all. He was definitely going to play you back, even if you didn’t want him too. One thing about Mammon, he’s a pleaser.

[starryriize]

dessert | sohee

a/n: i wrote this in a fever dream pls i nearly died 😀🤭 i’m not okay after writing this. anon, i’m sorry this took me so long! i’ve never done a full smut fic before so it may seem a bit rushed? 😭 i honestly think this is so bad

warning: 18+ (i think it’s implied)!!

sohee wasn't oblivious, nor was he going to be played for a fool. as the teacher aide for your ethics section, he knew that you were failing and he almost felt bad for you. it wasn't his fault that you didn't pay attention in class.

he noticed the way you hitched your skirt up when he walked by and how you batted your eyelashes at him. so when the end of the semester was nearing, he asked to meet you to discuss your upcoming presentation. no amount of daydreaming could’ve prepared you for being naked and spread out for him on your desk in your bedroom. what started as an innocent walk to your house with him to go over the presentation has now ended up with his fingers inside of you.

“what’s wrong, darling? can’t take it anymore?” he teases you. he gets so hard knowing that you were dripping for him. you whine his name, hoping that he’d give you what you’ve always wanted, expected from your tutoring session. “love, i haven’t even put my dick in yet and you’re already so wet.” sohee flashes his iconic, toothy grin a far contrast to what he’s done to you. his fingers caressed your body, lightly touching, setting your whole body on fire. everything was heightened. “s-sohee, i thought - ah - you said that you had never done this before..” once again, sohee smiled, before kissing your forehead. “i’m your anatomy teacher aide. of course i know what makes you tick.” dragging his hand lower, he dips two fingers into your pussy, drilling them in at a rapid pace.

you throw your head back, eyelids fluttering closed as your hands search for anything to ground you. desperate, filthy sounds escaped your lips and sohee was addicted. he needed to hear more of your pretty moans as he pulled his fingers out, dragging his tongue around them, effectively cleaning them.

“you’re so messy.” sohee laughed haughtily, as though he was mocking you for being so wet and clenching around nothing.

your textbooks were long forgotten, sitting flipped open to a page that you didn’t care about. all you could think of was…sohee. “sohee, please i need it.” you whine out, wanting more.

that beautiful, adorable smile graces his face again, only adding to your desperation. “need what, darling? come on, use your words.” he leans down, licking his lips before capturing your lips in a burning kiss.

“i-,” you pull away to catch a breath, “can you fuck me, please?” you smile at him, face glowing with both yours and his sweat. sohee nearly melts inside seeing your precious smile. pecking your face with each word, he whispers, “yes, love, i can.”

as sohee unzipped his jeans, hurriedly pulling them down with his boxers, you admired his figure. he looked as though he was crafted by the gods, not in the way where each muscle was defined but in the way where everything about him was beautiful and proportionate.

taking his free hand, he lightly rubbed his dick against your slit, watching as your juices soaked his cock. you were a sight to behold. noticing your eyes darting back and forth, he pressed soft kisses to your face, whispering, “we can take it slow. do you want to stop?”

you shake your head no, instinctively spreading your legs more so that he can have better access to you. “just relax for me, i’ll make it feel good i promise.” he aligned his cock with your wet cunt, sliding it up and down your entrance before pushing in. it didn’t hurt at all, rather it was that you didn’t expect your teases in class to get to this moment. he paused, allowing you to get used to it. kissing your neck, he looked at you with a loving smile, whispering, “are you okay? do you want to stop?”

you exhale lowly, finding your words before agreeing, “yeah, we can continue.” he kissed your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pushed in further.

he slowly began rocking his hips against yours, lost in how stunning you looked, glistened with sweat. a part of him wanted desperately to take it slow and romantic with you, but the other part of him wanted to see you only remember his name. today, he was on the verge of both.

sohee was going insane, moaning lowly as his hand found your hips, fingers digging into your plush skin. “fuck, oh..you feel amazing.” he groaned, eyes closing slightly. “you’re so tight around me.” sohee cupped your cheek lightly, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before snapping his hips into a rhythmic pace.

“ahh…” you moan breathlessly, wrapping your arms around his neck. the scent of sex filled the room, and sohee was never one for possessiveness but with you, he was loosing his mind. this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing.

waves of pleasure washed over you as the tip of his dick brushed your cervix, making you whine, “mmhm please more…” you were begging, pleading sohee to give you more.

“you want more? you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” he chides, flashing you a smile before leaning over you, the weight of his chest now on yours. you nod, all thoughts leaving you as sohee continues his pace.

“oh fuck.” he rasped, hips bucking into you. groaning at the sight of your breasts bouncing and your back arching off the bed, his thrusts starting to lose power.

“mhmm i’m so close, please.” you whimpered, the pleasure and feeling of his cock making you lost in the moment. you flashed a tired, blissful smile at sohee, hoping he’d get the hint. he did, kinda, but in his eyes, your smile made him want to cum inside you. you’d be such a good mother, he thought to himself.

sohee couldn’t help but moan your name as he felt himself get closer. your bodies moved together in a perfect rhythm. “cum with me,” he gasped sharply, still not used to how you clench at every word he says.

you feel your eyes shut as you reach your high. sohee leans down, softly biting your earlobe and sighing against your head. “ahhh…” you cry his name, feeling the waves of pleasure crash down on you as he shoots his cum inside you. he was shaking, still coming off a euphoric high of the warmth of your clenching pussy.

“shoot- fuck. i came inside. love, is that…” sohee trails off, mind racing with worry. you giggle, interrupting him, “it’s okay. i’m on the pill plus i’m a graduate student that’s past the legal age.” the corners of his lips lift slightly as he pulls out, gently caressing your legs, seeing his cum leak out.

“are you okay?” sohee asks as he cleans you off with the stray towel he found nearby your bed. you didn’t think he’d care all that much, considering that he was supposed to be helping you with your project. he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips as you muttered, “you just fucked the daylights out of me. and i have the project due soon.” laughing at your cute pout, sohee ruffled your hair, before getting up to go to your closet.

yawning, you mumble, “what are you doing, sohee?” you’re far too tired for anymore shenanigans from him. he reappears with your bedclothes and fresh panties for you, cheerily saying, “i’m going to get you dressed for bed. and then we can cuddle together.” he smiles, handing you the shirt he grabbed and gently sliding the new panties up your legs. you put your shirt on before falling back into your bed, pulling the covers over you, sighing at the warmth and relaxing feeling. the bed dipped next to you as sohee got in too, dressed in a stolen oversized shirt of yours.

“we can…,” you pause, thinking of your next words, “do this again, if you want to.” sohee smiles, his eyes becoming crescents as he mumbled, “no, i’d love to…can i take you on a proper date though?”

you nod yes, a slight blush rising onto your cheeks at the thought of going on a real date with sohee. it seems this wasn’t a one time deal for either of you, you thought to yourself.

your eyes fluttered closed as sleep took over you. sohee slid his arm around yours, pulling your sleeping figure flush to his chest, pressing a soft kiss on the crown of your head. he sighs, looking down at you before whispering softy, “you’re definitely going to ace the project.”

the end-

a/n: i know i said i was going to release this yesterday but oh well. as i said before, i’ve never done a full fic before so bear with me. 😭🧚🏼‍♀️

[captain-mj]

Vampire Pt 10

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Price sat in front of Ghost and Gaz. “I am deeply sorry.”

Ghost and Gaz exchanged glances before Gaz took a deep breath. “I don’t forgive you.”

Price paused, looking a tad startled. “What?”

“We don’t forgive you.” Ghost said coldly. He glared into Price. “You let her turn Reyes into a rat, surround us with holy water soaked rice and almost killed the werewolves. Kate is still having trouble breathing and Alex keeps coughing.”

Price nodded. “I know. And I plan to apologize to her later. And I’ve already talked with Koenig and got in touch with Horangi. I’ll be paying him handsomely for his services to fix Reyes.”

Gaz got up. “Not good enough! It would be bad enough if it was Alex. I could blame it on myself. But you invited his pack. They’ve all been struggling and to make things worse, Alex hasn’t been talking to me. He’s been too busy trying to make sure Farah and Laswell are fine. You could’ve seriously hurt them.”

Price winced. “I know, son. And I’m really sorry.”

“Can you drop the dad act for five minutes? Please?” Gaz pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated and tired.

Soap covered his mouth. Price’s face just fell. But he learned his lesson with Ghost.

“Of course, Gaz. I’m sorry. Truly. I’ll talk to Alex. I’ll make it clear to him that you had no idea.” 

“What’s that going to do?? Having you defend me to him?” Gaz threw his hands up and just shook his head. “Just… drop it. I’ll take care of Alex. Just stay out of it.”

Price nodded. “I understand. I do. I promise I’ll make this up to you.”

Gaz shook his head. “You clearly don’t understand at all. I can’t…. God.”

Both vampires hissed.

“Sorry Ghost.”

“Yeah, no worries.” Ghost mumbled, though it clearly still hurt. 

Price took a deep breath. “I really am sorry. And Ghost, I’m sorry for disrespecting you.”

Ghost sighed. “No. Not this time. You can’t just… look at me with puppy eyes and expect everything to be forgiven. You’ve been doing this for centuries.”

Price winced. “Simon, I really am so sorry.”

“Fix Reyes. Don’t call me Simon. And stay somewhere else for now.”

Price nodded. “Of course. And after that, we’ll talk?”

“Yeah. We’ll talk.” Ghost got up and left the room.

“Gaz. Please.”

“No. Just… no.” Gaz left him as well.

Interviewer: …

Price: Ever since the wedding, my… thoughts have been more organized. I think more clearly.

Interviewer: I saw. You think that has to do with the hit to your head?”

Price: It’s… possible. I am old. Sometimes we get squirrely in old age. Maybe it knocked something back in to place. 

Interviewer: I understand. 

Price: I just want my boys to forgive me again.

Koenig arrived in the middle of the night. He wore a hood over his head that covered his entire face. Giant blue eyes blinked at Soap. 

“Please, come in.” His voice wavered slightly as Koenig stepped in. Tall. So tall. 

His companion was also tall, but not nearly as so. He had a mask and his eyes were like an actual cats. 

Horangi paused and looked at Soap, eyes narrowing. “You are?”

“Soap. Ghost’s familiar.”

“So where is… the rat?”

Soap nodded. Straight to the point. He could appreciate that. “He’s in the other room with Chuy.”

Koenig hummed. “Leibling, do you want me with you?”

Horangi simply nodded and walked to the suggested room. He entered the room and saw the giant glass tank with Reyes. He glanced at him, humming. “This transformation was… messy. Not very well done.”

Chuy started to wring his hands. “So? Can you turn him back or not?”

Horangi nodded. “I’ll need things. It’ll take time. But yeah, I can make him human again.” 

Chuy sighed. “Thank god. How soon?”

“Based on how badly it was done, I’ll need until tomorrow night to gather things. I’ll do it while you all sleep. Koenig, I’ll need you a little more afterwards, gongjunim.”

Soap watched them. It was different than Price and his fiance. This was… better. Koenig grabbed Horangi’s hands and pulled them under his hood, clearly kissing them. It was sweet.

Soap found himself leaving and finding Ghost who had decided he needed some time to think. He sat next to him, holding a cup of coffee. 

Ghost stared into the stars and he looked rather tired. “Johnny.”

Soap looked over. 

“When I turn you, what do you plan to do?”

Soap paused and thought about it. “I usually think about what I’ll be like years down the line…” And most of the thoughts centered still being with Ghost. Just… a different relationship. 

“Think about it. What would you do? First night, you’re turned. You can go anywhere. Do anything.”

“I’d probably fly a bunch.”

Ghost smiled. “As a bat or a person.”

“Person. I’m worried i won’t be able to turn back.”

Ghost laughed. “I’d walk you through it. I’d… be a good sire.”

Soap hesitated. “Price tends to see you as his son and, I know you’re mad at him right now, but you see him a bit as a dad. Would we have the same relationship?” That would be weird.

“No.” Ghost answered rather quickly. “You’re not my kid. Sire and… batling relationships haven’t been like that for a while. Fell out of fashion 5 centuries ago. Became more romantic.” 

Soap leaned in slightly. “Would we be romantic?”

Ghost looked at Soap’s lips. “Would you want that?”

Soap leaned forward and went to kiss him. Ghost hesitated though and they both paused. Mouth centimeters apart. “Please.”

[jenanigans1207]

“With Cas,” Sam presses on, but his voice has gone gentle, like he knows that he’s dangerously close to cracking every facade Dean has worked so hard to maintain for so many years. “You don’t have to do anything different. You don’t have to give anything up, you don’t have to change anything about yourself. He’s already seen what an asshole you are before coffee, and how goddamn messy you leave the bathroom,” That earns a surprised laugh out of Dean and he’s finally able to look up again. “Hell, Dean, the dude’s seen your literal soul. If he knows you that well and he’s stupid enough to stay by your side the way he has, that’s meant to be.”

Dean clears his throat, but it doesn’t do anything to make the lump that’s formed there go away. “Yeah, he’s pretty great.”

“He is.” Sam agrees. He pauses for a second, like he’s contemplating whether or not to say one more thing. Dean can see it in his gaze, the exact moment he decides to go for the kill. “And I can trust him to take care of you, you know? He’d do anything to protect you and keep you safe. He gave up the entire Heavenly Host for you, Dean.”

“For us,” Dean tries to correct, because if he doesn’t , he might actually lose the ability to speak completely.

“For you.” Sam corrects back. “I’m just part of your packaged deal. But if I hadn’t been here and it had been just you, he still would’ve done it.”

It’s not often that Dean allows himself to think of what Cas gave up— not because he doesn’t appreciate it or recognize the magnitude of it, but because it makes him feel completely and utterly inadequate. Because Cas gave up literally everything for him and he’s— he’s just some guy. For all that every God, Monster, and Demon seems to love the taste of his name on their tongue, he’s really not anything special. He’s just some guy who was too weak to sustain the never-ending torture of hell and instead gave in to the worst side of himself, turning himself into the kind of monster he would kill if he ever ran across it. He has trust issues, he has anger issues, he has— a whole hell of a lot more than that, to say the least. He’s not a good person, not an honest or honorable person.

He’s not the kind of person an Angel of the Lord should even look twice at, let alone the kind of person an Angel of the Lord should choose.

Cas could’ve had it all— every happiness heaven had to offer. He could’ve stayed in God’s good graces, in the good graces of the other angels. He could’ve had anything he wanted and instead he chose to sit in the backseat of the Impala, to watch over Dean and Sam while they sleep in every shitty motel the country has to offer. He chose to never eat a homecooked meal, to barely even have a place to call home. He chose what Dean would describe as the worst possible life and honestly? He doesn’t seem like he’s ever looked back.

And when Dean examines that too closely, he just feel like absolute shit. Because Cas deserves everything. He deserves every happiness he gave up, every opportunity he turned down. He deserves more than Dean can ever give him. And Dean often feels like a selfish asshole— dragging Sam back into the life because he didn’t want to be alone, selfishly trying to keep people close to him the they were better on their own— but he’s never felt like more of a selfish piece of shit than he does when he realizes that he’s glad Cas chose to stay down here with them— with him.

“Yeah, well,” Dean’s voice is rough, raw. He feels like he’s bleeding somewhere internally. “It wouldn’t be the right choice.”

“Choosing you is always the right choice, Dean.” Cas’ voice sounds from the doorway suddenly and both Dean and Sam whip their heads in that direction when they realize he’s there. “I understand that I have my work cut out for me in terms of making you realize that, but I will never regret choosing you.”

Dean clenches his jaw and looks away at the same time that Sam breaks out into a smile. It’s small, but it’s genuine and grateful, and Dean thinks that maybe he could just sock both of them in the face and this unbearably vulernable moment could finally pass.

“Cas,” Sam says after a second, “I’d say welcome to the family, but you’ve been part of the family for a long time already.”

God, every part of Dean aches. Everything inside of him feels like it’s bending and then snapping completely as Cas walks fully into the room and meets Sam for a hug, as they smile at each other. The two people who mean the most in the entire world to Dean, and they care about each other in a way Dean could only dream that they’d be able to. It’s absolutely unbearable, how happy he is. He’s so fucking happy that it hurts, a deep ache, a brittle and tender feeling. He doesn’t think his bones are strong enough to withstand it and he thinks that soon he may just fall apart completely.

“Your blessing still means a lot, Sam.” Cas is saying with a hand clapped on Sam’s shoulder. Neither of them are directly looking at Dean but he knows that they’re both paying attention to him anyway, their gazes fixed on him out of the corners of their eyes.

“Hey, I had no choice. I was stuck with him from birth. But he’s alright, all things considered.” Sam is joking and Dean thinks that maybe if he just starts screaming, it would do something to dull these emotions. “So if you’re dumb enough to choose him, well, I’m not going to say no to that.”

Cas shakes his head a little as he lets out a huff of a laugh. “I am.” Is all he says.

It’s such a simple answer, but it encompasses so much. It encompasses every fight they’ve had, every betrayal they’ve managed to pave over. It encompasses the taste of bad blood that stained the space between them so many times as much as it encompasses all the times Dean dropped to his knees and prayed— to Cas, to God, to whoever the hell would listen— begging for Cas’ safety, for his return, for the knowledge that he would always be there. It encompasses every time they’ve been the cause of each other’s wounds as much as it encompasses every time they’ve tenderly and carefully dressed the wounds caused by other people.

It’s only two words, but it says multitudes. Dean had done his part in confessing, in prying every last word out of the shadowed corners of his heart, even with the curse had lifted and the ability to lie has returned to him. And Cas had certainly returned the confession, though it seemed to physically pain him much less to do so. And despite that, hearing Cas claim him to Sam like that, openly and easily acknowledging everything they’ve done through with words that are meant to be a promise for the future— well, Dean really thinks he might be at the limit of all he can bear.

“But make sure you take care of him, alright?” Sam adds, more somber. Even though he’d already expressed his knowledge that Cas would, unfailingly. Even though Cad had, over and over again. But there’s something in the brotherly codebook that demands Sam verbalize it anyway. Dean knows because he would’ve done the same thing.

“I mean,” Cas pulls his expression back into something serious, too. One of his angel faces that gives away very little emotion. “Your brother is reckless, and self-sacrificing. He’s stubborn, too, and almost never listens to reason.”

“Alright, alright—“ Dean tries to interject.

But Cas keeps going, the corner of his lip quirked up, giving away his amusement and sarcasm while Sam laughs openly. “He shoots first and sometimes asks questions later, and I honestly am not yet certain if he knows what a vegetable is.” And then Cas turns his eyes to Dean and the other half of his mouth turns up, too, so he’s actually smiling, and his voice is much softer when he adds, “but I promise to try my best.”

Dean meets his gaze like he has so many times in the past, but it’s completely different now. He’s much better at reading and understanding the emotions in Cas’s eyes, in the lines of his expression. But he also doesn’t have to turn away as the warmth blooms on his chest. He’s allowed to feel that now, to embrace it— if he ever figures out how.

“You’ve got good points.” Sam claps Cas on the shoulder, back to full-blown amusement. “I should probably be wishing you good luck with him instead.”

Cas nods solemnly, “I will need it.”

[deathbxnny]

Welp, my fears came true. Natlan characters have ligther skins (more or less). I knew it was coming but i still wished they could’ve been at least respectful. Oddly enough, i feel neutral about it right now? I mean i still heavily agree with people saying that the characters should have darker skins (THEY LIVE IN COUNTRIES THAT MOSTLY HAVE DARKER SKIN, IT AINT HARD MIHOYO) but i dont think i should jump into that rabbit hole because.. it can get messy and idk if im ready for that.

I really do love their designs and all of them look absolutely gorgeous but i just wished that Mihoyo could’ve just.. not do this.

I hope you dont mind me talking about the Natlan skin conterversy here. You can just delete or not reply to this ask if you feel uncomfortable with bringing the topic in your blog. I just simply wanted to vent my thoughts about this whole thing bc idk.. this feels like it might be the start of something much worse for Genshin.. (and i really hope that does not happened bc genshin is genuinely a good and beautiful game even though they could’ve done better for Sumeru and Natlan characters)

- Flower Anon 🌸

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(Warning! Cursing lol-)

I'm honestly not really interested in joining the debate about this, mainly because I feel like it's obvious that this is terribly wrong, so I will add that I find this honestly and genuinely disgusting of Hoyoverse. ESPECIALLY as they have proven over and over again that they CAN make poc characters but won't.

Like, cultural and religious aspects aside, you're telling me that you can make a Bear, Cyborg guy and a whole ass BLUEEE person in ZZZ playable, but not make genshin characters have an actual tan? Make them black? Just even a different shade than paper ass white or whatever that grey "brown" color Cyno/Candace are sporting is? It's genuinely insane.

As a Middle Eastern person, I will say that what irked me the most about Sumeru is that the atmosphere and world building felt like HOME, but the characters did NOT. The people from the countries that Sumeru was based on also come in all shades possible, so it really does become really jarring after a while. And Natlan really slaps you in the face with it even more.

The Archon is an Himeko Expy from what I understood, which is fine on it's own, but did they have to make her the god? It really feels lazy and makes you wonder who these characters are really made for atp (besides degenerate Twitch streamers like Tectone ofc-).

So yeah, there is alot more to it, but this is how I view the entire situation (I don't want to make this too long lmao-) and I totally agree with you, Flower Anon!!

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[80pairsofcrocs]

THANKSGIVING SPECIAL

A/N : for once i refuse to apologise for the late post. yes, the holiday was yesterday but i spent it with family. this is just something i whipped up to tide you over for the real chapters. ily all, happy late thanksgiving :))

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read. let me know if i missed anything.

~~~

thanksgiving dinner brought to you by y/n, marc, steven, jake, layla, and khonshu.

featuring pedro and luna.

~~~

ah, thanksgiving.

the one day a year you can stuff your face without people judging you.

not that your family ever would, it’s just that basically almost everyone else did.

steven was busy doing his woman duties in the kitchen, cooking dinner while you and layla played uno at the table.

khonshu was playing too, so he was able to make himself so that layla could see him too.

you begged marc to let khonshu have a seat at the table, even though he can’t even eat.

well, anything he doesn’t want.

which is anything that isn’t a marshmallow.

marc definitely argued back though, explaining how manipulative he was for all those years, but still, to you he was just grandpa khonshu.

he ended the discussion by saying yes, not being able to say no to you.

you were just about to put down a yellow six on top of laylas blue six when your phone starts ringing in your pocket.

you make eye contact with layla and she smirks.

you send her a quick glare and fish your phone out of your pocket to see that casper was calling you.

“you better take that” layla voices, and you do so, while sending her a dirty look.

“yeah? i’m kinda busy casper” you say right away and you hear a sigh.

“sure. i was going to wish my very considerate girlfriend a happy thanksgiving but she’s being salty right now” casper tells you and you shake your head.

“and i was going to wish you a happy thanksgiving as well but you chose to talk about me in the third person” you retort, making both of you let out a light chuckle, and layla definitely was listening in.

“fine. i guess i won’t save any bread for you” casper mumbles through the phone and you scoff.

“yes you will, i’m not stupid” you reply, and he chuckles.

“i know this was short, but i have to go now and i’m sure you do too” he tells you and you nod, even though you know he can’t see you.

“alright i’ll see you at school then” you say.

“yeah, see you then. love you, bitch”

you snort. “love you too, twink”

“HEY-“ you hang up before he can complain, and you slide your phone back in your pocket.

layla hides a laugh behind an obnoxiously fake cough, so you nod to the stack of messy cards on the table so that she gets the message to leave it alone.

she just shakes her head and keeps playing with you until steven calls you both over.

“do both of you mind setting the table? we don’t have anything fancy, just the usual” he asks, and you make a face.

“actually, i ordered some festive plates. and some orange candles” you say, making steven turn to you with a hand over his heart.

“that’s the sweetest thing you could’ve done, thank you darling” steven gushes, and you just wave him off.

“it’s no big deal, i love doing this for you guys” you defend, going to your room to get the unpacked amazon boxes of fancy plates and candles.

you got orange candles. six of them, three to a stand. the stands were glass and had leaves carved on them.

the plates were tan-ish off white, and had red and orange leaves around the border.

you brought them out, four plates with the candles and the holders on top.

layla helped set it all up at the dinner table while steven finished up with all the food.

he was against it at first, cooking a turkey, but when he agreed with marc that he wouldn’t have to eat it he just decided to anyways.

it did creep him out though, having to cook that big of a bird.

but everything else was vegan friendly so he would have some nice leftovers.

well except for the turkey gravy.

you all sat down, and even khonshu decided to just sit in the empty chair across from marc, who was now fronting.

he just sat and stared, and layla made a face at him before turning back to marc.

layla made sure to bring champagne for the two adults, and some of your juice for you to pour in the fancy glasses.

the drinks were poured and marc took a breath before speaking.

“i guess it would be weird if i didn’t give some cliche movie speech about being thankful for my family, so i’ll just get it over with” he starts, and you snort trying to cover a short laugh.

marc either didn’t hear it or ignored you completely.

“so layla, you are way too nice for sticking around, i was unfair to you. but now i feel like i can focus on my life” he says, pointing the last part at khonshu.

“yes, i’m still technically serving you, but i’d like time. i want us to try and be a normal family” he aims that at both you and layla.

“and y/n, i don’t even need to say anything because i’m sure the pumpkin pie limited edition flavor pop tarts in the cupboard proves how much i love you” he jokes.

layla smacks him in the arm and sends him a glare. “just tell your daughter you love her, don’t make it difficult” she scolds and he makes a face.

“yeah dad, don’t you love me?” you ask, making your voice crack at the end of your sentence just to mess with marc.

and it works because he shoots his head to you, thinking that you were actually sad.

“y/n- hey! i’m making a joke! please don’t cry” he mumbles the last part, which makes you laugh.

he sighs in annoyance and rolls his eyes.

“i do love you” he makes eye contact with you. “as annoying as you are” he adds on and you smile.

“okay i’m done with that-“

“wait but now i have to do a speech too. you know- like the movies” you refer back to what he originally said and he nods, urging you to go on.

so you clear your throat and take a breath. “marc. dad. father-“

“hurry up i’m hungry” jake complains and you roll your eyes.

“thank you again. all of you, both of you.” you begin, referring to steven, marc, and jake when you say all, and layla added on when you say both.

“for adopting me. you’re the best parents i could ask for” you end quietly, and you look up from your lap to see that marc and layla were holding hands atop of the table.

“okay now we’re done. i’m hungry” you say, which makes both marc layla, and even khonshu let out a short chuckle.

~~~

thanksgiving dinner was brought to you by marc feeding pedro and luna turkey from under the table, and then being caught, forcing him to tell everyone he hates cats just to lie.

khonshu just poked around at the food and eventually left to raid the marshmallows you got for him.

pumpkin spice flavored, and he loved them.

though it felt short, it felt right, since all your family was where you wanted them to be.

with you, right by your side.

~~~

A/N : thanks for reading!!! i hope to see you all next week :)))

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[oneweirdbookaddict]

March Recovery Day one- act of kindness (Time and Wars)

Exactly what it sounds like lol Time does something nice for Wars

788 words, no warnings :)

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“Hey, Old Man?” Rulie’s voice breaks through the soft conversation of the night, and he glances up to the boy.

The simple motion causes the little group of Rulie, Legend, Wind, Twi, and Wild to all break into laughter, causing a grin to pull at his own lips despite not knowing the joke.

“You just admitted it! He called you Old Man and you responded!” Wild wheezes, and Wind laughs even harder.

He rolls his eye playfully, shaking his head.

It had been a nice day- warm, sunny weather, no attacks or battling, he’d let the boys sleep in a little bit and settle in for the night earlier than usual.

It was a nice night, too- a little cool with the sun setting, but the fire kept them warm.

The boys had grouped off to do their own things for the night, from engaging in conversation with one another to reading or writing letters.

He’s glancing down at the letter he’s writing when the captain catches his attention.

Wars sighs at the fraying in his scarf, fingers brushing over it.

“You ok, Capsicle?” Wind asks, draped over the captain’s shoulder from behind.

“Yeah, of course.” Wars says easily, grabbing the sailor and lightly tossing him to the ground.

“Capsicle?” Sky murmurs to Legend, who merely shrugs.

Wars and Wind wrestle on the ground, both laughing, scarf forgotten in the pile of their stuff.

Four glances up from the book he’s been reading since they settled for the night, smiling and shaking his head before going back to reading.

Wild glances up from chopping veggies for tonight’s meal with a laugh, tossing a pumpkin seed at the pair when they get too close.

“Hey, watch the fire,” Rulie warns with a smile, causing the two to pause for a second.

Take a step away, then go right back to it.

Even he has to smile, shaking his head as he does so. His boys are crazy.

While the two are distracted, he eyes their stuff and walks over. Inspects the captain’s scarf, noting the fraying.

He has some thread that would match it surprisingly well, and it’s not too bad yet. He could repair it.

Malon taught him some basic sewing, he’s sure he could fix it.

So he folds it carefully, tucking it into the pouch on his back. And tells the captain he folded it up and put it away when Wars inquires about its whereabouts.

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As he’d predicted, the scarf is a rather simple fix. He’s no expert like his wife, but even he manages to fix it up alright without it being noticeable.

He just took the first watch, made sure the captain didn’t get the second, then settled down with a lamp when the rest had settled in to sleep.

Carefully redid the hem of the fraying fabric with small, careful stitches.

Inspects his work carefully, deeming it acceptable. Malon would do better, but… they work with what they’ve got.

He wonders too late if Legend possibly could’ve done a better job- but banishes the thought quickly. Too late for that, and he’s honestly glad to be able to do something for the captain.

The young man has been a tremendous help during this whole journey, taking lead when need be and doing anything possible to help him out.

It doesn’t come close to repaying him, but… it’s something.

He sets it away, satisfied.

Wakes Four for second watch, settles into sleep easily, and wakes up in the morning to the captain holding the scarf with a frown.

Hands brushing over the newly repaired edge, glancing up at him.

He offers a small smile. “Captain. Good morning.”

Wars gives him an odd look. “Did you do this?”

He feigns innocence. “Do what?”

“Fix it. The fraying.” Wars insists, showing him the stitches. In the light, he notices it’s a bit messy, a few stitches crooked or slightly misplaced.

“Yeah.” He admits. “I can undo-”

He’s cut off when Wars pulls him into a hug, arms wrapping around him tightly.

“Thank you.” Wars says softly as he slowly hugs back.

“Anytime, Link.” He says in the same tone, gently rubbing Wars’ shoulder. Getting a hug- or any sort of contact, really- from the captain was rare. “Thanks for all the help during this craziness.”

Wars nods, slowly pulling away. Takes a slow breath, smiling softly at him. “Glad to help you out.”

He nods, but Wars stops him.

“Time. Thank you. Really.” The captain says softly, hand brushing over the end of his scarf again.

He nods, offering an arm for the captain again.

Wars accepts the hug, head resting on his shoulder.

“Anytime, Captain.” He says softly, gently patting his friend’s back. “Anytime.”

~~~~

[aajjks]

aww poor baby 🥺

mommy issues!JK

you knew this jungkook would find out sooner or later so you tell your curious fiancé the same thing you told your friends and let’s just say, he isn’t too convinced that same random person took your ring. “you’re thinking too deeply about it, jungkook” you say as you brush his messy bangs away from his face to get a better look at him. “i’ll just wear a band. right now, we just need to focus on getting better”

if only it was that easy.

“i’m gonna finish getting moon’s bedroom together. i’ll be upstairs if you need anything, okay?” you press a kiss to jungkook’s cheek before tiredly heading upstairs to put the finishing touches on your daughter’s bedroom and all you can say is: wow.

the ceiling is painted with stars that glow in the dark when the lights turn off and her whole room is designed like the midnight sky with her name on the wall. you can’t wait for jungkook to get better so the three of you can take family pictures together.

technically, you’re supposed to be sleeping but lately, you’ve been struggling to sleep for more than 4 hours throughout the night. that horrific night haunts you, moon’s cries doesn’t give you the chance of trying to get more shuteye, and seol is officially out of school which means he’s home all day and starts his day at an early 8 in the morning.

postpartum? you don’t have time for postpartum! you’ve got two kids and a husband to take care of and ‘you time’ will just have to wait.

by the time you’re finished with moon’s room, the clock reads 7:45AM and you’re happy that jungkook seems to be doing okay with moon. you head back downstairs and start to make breakfast for everyone all while using your breast pump to pump more milk for the rest of the day.

usually it’s jungkook who’s in charge of the cooking but you’ve no problem switching those positions for him. you make blueberry waffles, smoked sausage, and cut up some fresh fruit for both of your boys. at 8 exact, seol rushes downstairs to give his father a big hug. “morning daddy!!” he cheers before pressing a gentle kiss to his sleeping sister’s head and lastly, giving you a big hug as well.

“hi bubba!! go sit at the table for breakfast”

“okeyy!!! can we watch transformers?”

transformers??

“blame your father for that. now seol is into transformers, sonic, and—,”

“THE AVENGERS!!!!”

“yeah that” you laugh as you finish making both jungkook’s and seol’s plates before placing them on the table. “i’ll take moon and give her a bath. go eat okay?” ignoring jungkook’s protests, you take the sleeping infant from her father’s arms and head upstairs to give the sleeping infant a bath while seol and jungkook sit and eat their food.

meanwhile…

“how could you do something so reckless!!!” curses mr. jang who continues to scream and curse at nara with her head hung low in shame. “you had one job—ONE and you could even do that right. you could’ve gotten yourself killed and the baby is still alive!”

“QUIET!!” says another voice. “our plan may not have been successful but we still have a chance. instead of trying to split them let’s just pit them against each other”

“how?”

“easy. i’ve got an idea and this time it will work and when it does” the person tosses nara the diamond ring, your diamond ring.

“jungkook will be all yours”

“he literally hates me. he’ll never be mine”

“all jungkook needs is one sliver of doubt about y/n and that’s it. trust me, i know my son”

“are you sure this will work, jae-eon?” asks mr. jang who takes a closer look at the mischievous man.

“i know it will”

~🫧

After breakfast, you help Jungkook bathe and help him with other things, as you do that- he can’t help but appreciate you even more, his heart is aching.

He’s basically useless right now… you’ve been going back and forth with the children and Jungkook. After being done with the shower, you change his bandages, he just can’t help but watch you.

You’re such a sweet woman, your kindness has his heart melting- he chose the right one. You’re the only woman who he will marry and make his wife forever.

You help him dress up, and you also take the liberty to do his hair for him. Jungkook is unable to speak because your care has him speechless. No one has ever cared for him like this.

“Y-Yn please… you’re so sweet.” He stops you- taking the hairbrush from your hands and he gently pulls you closer. “I-I love you so so much.” He kisses the corner of your mouth.

“I-I promise I’ll get better soon… I’ll take the weight off your shoulders.” He whispers, looking directly into your eyes.

No one can understand what he’s going through right now because he’s so used to being independent and doing everything for him by himself and it sucks to be dependent on someone-especially you because he wanted to take care of you and not the other way around.

He’s like a burden to you right now.

“Go rest now please… moonie is sleeping and Seol is watching tv. So sleep I can walk and my hand is able to move a little- I’ll take care of them- and I even know wheee you’ve put her bottles. You know I have a very good experience of taking of an infant all on my own…”

He’s rambling… out of embarrassment.

“Just rest please…” he begs you.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Oh.my.god!!!!! I’m just gonna apologize in advance for my rant but like oh my god!!! At first I was like oh yeah the stalker is definitely Jimin cuz you know the line “sweet but a psycho” and when he said take all the time you need he could’ve easily said that to counter what he heard while taking the pics…it kind of hurts that she called Jimin in her time of need instead of Jungkook and if he finds out that she called him AND he slept over….oh boy, shit is gonna go down. Jimin could still be the stalker cuz if she was half awake maybe he could’ve had time to be outside then come back in or maybe it’s not him at all and someone who hasn’t been introduced in the story……or another BTS member if photos weren’t taken of them???? I literally have no idea but damn you got me on my toes now…shit just took a turn and it’s about to get good!!! Wasn’t expecting your update at all, especially for this story so thanks a lot for the treat! Love your work as always!

🧜‍♀️

Haha no apologies necessary my love 😂 if anything I should be thanking you for the smiles you always put on my face whenever you send in your asks 💜

I love your thought process and all your theories! I of course won't be telling you what the answer is but I'm so glad to see that you're enjoying this story as well!

Luna actually called Jimin on accident. Against her better judgement after that conversation she had with Jungkook she still did mean to call him but Jungkook and Jimin's messages we close to each other and she ended up clicking the wrong one in her frantic state 😅

Things are definitely gonna get messy 🤭

You're welcome! I have up to chapter 11 for this story prewritten and I'm almost done with chapter 12 so I figured I would update it to kinda fill the void while I'm working out what I want to do next in terms of updates and all of that.

Always a pleasure 🧜‍♀️ I'm looking forward to reading more of your rants in the future 💜

[abliafina-18782]

lacho for 10, 38 or 39 🥺

DON'T HATE ME FOR THIS ONE. CW for blood.

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

...because time’s run out.

Ending a life shouldn’t be as easy as flipping a switch, not even for someone like Lalo.

The sound of their glasses clinking was the only thing disrupting the night's peace. Hearing the cicadas and the crackling fire reminded Nacho of his childhood, of evenings spent with his father by the grill. 

Nacho watched as Lalo downed most of his whiskey in one go, a throaty sigh escaping when the alcohol hit. He realized then that Lalo finished most of his drink without waiting for Nacho. Lalo hadn’t even looked over to make sure he drank. It was a sign of trust, bigger than any respect Eladio could’ve given him today. 

He tightened his grip around the glass. What had he done to deserve this? If only Nacho had met Lalo sooner, before Fring, or hell even before Tuco, things could've been a lot different. He could’ve been Lalo’s right-hand man without worrying about the consequences because Lalo would’ve taken care of everything. 

The clock was ticking and so far there wasn't any sign of smoke. He had to open the gate any minute now. Nacho avoided looking in the direction of the house, trying to focus on the present. The floorboards beneath his feet, the golden color of the whiskey, the small chipped edge on his glass-

Nacho swore under his breath. His thumb had rubbed over the edged tip, pressing too hard and cutting into his skin. Blood poured from the small wound and he hurried to put the glass on the table. 

”You okay there, Ignacio?” Lalo asked.

A trail of blood went from Nacho’s finger down to his palm. Just what he needed right now. He clutched his fingers around his thumb, hissing slightly from the sharp sting. ”Yeah, I'm fine. Just cut myself on the glass.”

”Oh, that’s not good.”

No shit, leave it to Nacho to get butter fingers before letting some assassins into the house. 

He glanced up and noticed that Lalo was staring. Lalo was always a difficult man to read, but even more so now, he if anyone should be used to the sight of blood. His eyes narrowed and for a moment Nacho wondered if he’d grown a second head.

That was until Lalo got up, taking one big step and crouching down in front of Nacho. 

Lalo took his bloodied hand with a gentleness Nacho had only seen around Hector. Without thinking about it, Nacho uncurled his fingers for Lalo to see. His palm appeared a lot worse than it really was, he could move his fingers and the blood had stopped pouring. But it didn’t stop Lalo’s forehead from creasing.

He pulled out a handkerchief, carefully wiping away the blood before wrapping the fabric around Nacho's thumb. 

It didn't take more than a second, but for Nacho the moment lasted a lifetime. His world narrowed down to the softness of Lalo's touch and how pliant his hand became underneath it. In the little time it took to clean his hand, Lalo unraveled months of built-up tension. Tension Nacho never thought would go away.

Lalo's smack on his shoulder brought him back to reality. "There we go, you want me to kiss it better too?" 

The suggestion was downright ridiculous, and yet Nacho found himself growing warm at the mention. A kiss wouldn't fix anything, no matter how much it intrigued him. Ever since he first met the insufferable cartel prince, Nacho had felt drawn to him.

With his free hand, Nacho reached out and cradled Lalo's neck in a gentle caress. The man's breath hitched and the fact Nacho wasn't tackled to the ground showed again how much Lalo trusted him. 

Nacho caught Lalo's mouth with his own, steadying himself with an arm thrown across the other's shoulder, tugging Lalo close so they were chest to chest. A hand wrapped around Nacho's back, pulling him off the chair and onto the floor.

Nacho discovered that he wasn't the only one going pliant from a simple touch. The kiss was messy, both of them scrambling for control, hands brushing over skin and fingers tightening their grip. Lalo's lips slotted perfectly against his, tasting of whiskey and whatever they had for dinner. The familiar burn Nacho associated with whiskey crawled its way into his nostrils.

It was true, a kiss wouldn't make things better. A kiss wouldn’t stop Lalo from dying. But a kiss would be the thing Nacho remembered him by.

[apathetic-dry-rot]

Wilting Nerium- Chapter 2: DEATH

Lawrence Oleander x AFAB!GN!Reader

CW/TW: Panic attack, mentions of kidnapping, hallucination, implied stalking, alcohol consumption

Dead Doe: Do Not Eat

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Disclaimer: I do not condone any of the content in this fanfic or game in real life!

Lawrence Oleander belongs to Gatobob

NOW PLAYING: DEATH- Melanie Martinez

I was discharged a week ago, and I haven’t stopped searching.

Starting with that little ginger he had been with- Ren.

Which wasn’t proving to be very easy.

It’s like he doesn’t even fucking exist.

“Fucking shit.”

I rubbed my face as I groaned, then deciding to stand and grab my keys-

A walk would clear my head.

Against all better judgments, I decided to go where everything started.

The Jackalope.

It was still just as quiet as it was before, with the same warm atmosphere.

My eyes flitted around the space before- That Table.

It’s almost like I saw him there again, sitting alone and hunched over with his hands in his lap.

Like he was fucking waiting for me.

No, no, he didn’t even have a TV in his apartment, or even a phone from what I could tell- there’s no way he knew I was still alive.

Despite knowing that, my chest tightened. I could feel a scream stuck in my throat as my eyes welled up, but all I could let out was a pained whimper as I dry heaved and my breathing sped up. I could feel everything, my skin was screaming-

Out, OUT, OUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUT-

I flew out of the bar and leaned against the wall, gulping air like I had just been buried alive, my brain searching for a place to hide. I could feel the adrenaline swimming through me, and I ran into a nearby alley so no one would see me-

So He wouldn’t see me.

“He’s not here, he’s not here, he’s not here, he’s not here, he’s not here, he’s not here.”

I was sobbing now, trying to greedily intake air while keeping quiet so people wouldn’t stare.

Breathe in, breathe out. In, and out.

I counted with my fingers as I held the breaths, slowly calming down now that I was alone.

I knew it was a stupid fucking idea. Dumbass, always fucking doing this to myself.

I held my face in my hands for several minutes before forcing myself back inside the small pub, welcoming the warm air.

I sighed heavily, sliding in the booth farthest from the door, ordering a pint of Angry Orchard and some cheese curds.

I’ve earned these carbs. I also haven’t eaten much in a while.

I scrolled through my social medias while waiting for my order, searching to see if there were any other leads on the red head. He was the last person to see me before I was… taken.

Well, besides Lawrence, of course.

The place really hadn’t changed much.

Still no Tvs.

I laid my head on the table with a small groan, muttering a ‘thanks’ to the waitress as she set down my food.

“Um, excuse me?”

I looked up from my moment of brooding. The girl was pretty, slender legs, soft yet broad shoulders, toned body, with shoulder-length, messy brunette hair, shining amber eyes. She wore the generic uniform for the pub, her name tag reading ‘Serena.’

“Can I help you?”

My breathing hitched as she said my name carefully, slowly, like she’d die if she was wrong.

“That’s you, isn’t it? I’ve been following your case. I was supposed to work that night, and I’ve felt really guilty about it ever since. Like- like maybe, just maybe if I had come in it wouldn’t have, you wouldn’t-”

I cringed slightly, rubbing my scar awkwardly.

“Yeah, it’s.. It’s not your fault. There’s probably nothing that you could’ve done. You don’t have to feel guilty about it.”

Serena shifted her weight nervously, fiddling with her fingers.

He used to do that-

“Well, everything is on the house! As an apology from the company for what you went through.”

I smile slightly, thanking her once more before returning to my meal.

It wasn’t until around 10:30 that I got home, but that break definitely helped. I felt a lot better now than I did earlier.

I felt like a person again. It was nice.

Word Count: 666

[meloncholic-bookworm]

snippet #1

“Are you seriously still in the lab at this hour?” Hero yawned over the phone, on speaker of course, resting on a table nearby as Supervillain clacked away noisily at a server terminal. 

“Yes.” Supervillain stated, her voice monotone and strained.

“It’s past midnight.” She said. If they were in person, Supervillain supposed that she’d probably be frowning but she couldn’t tell from her underground lab. “Put me on video, I want to look at you.”

“In a minute. I have some things I need to finish up here first.” 

“Supervillain, I’m serious.”

The grand criminal groaned like a petulant child and switched their call over to video and her eyes rested upon a terrible sight. In the corner she could see herself and she looked horrible. She had dark eyebags and her dark hair thrown up in a messy bun, dressed in a slightly stained labcoat which paled in stark contrast to Hero. The crimefighter, her crimefighter lay on a queen sized bed in, admittedly, very cosy looking pajamas, her golden hair gorgeous and her eyes radiant.

“You haven’t showered?” Hero said, both a question and a blunt remark on Supervillain’s tendency to ignore personal hygiene for the sake of scientific innovation. 

“No.” She admitted. “I went straight down here after you went home.”

“Honey, I left after lunch. You’ve been down there too long.” Hero had this look on her face that Supervillain couldn’t place, but she never could understand her emotions could she?

“Er, sorry. I sort of lost track of the time.” She trailed off under the burning sensation of her love’s gaze.

“I’m coming over.” Hero shuffled off screen and Supervillain could hear scuffling.

“You really don’t have to.”

“You can’t stop me, I’m already putting my shoes on!” Hero shouted and, despite the horrifying notion of the impeding arrival of her dear, sweet, gentle hero, Supervillain smiled.

“Alright.” She chuckled and hung up, hoping to get her work finished before Hero arrived.

“Oh, dear. It’s worse than I feared.” Hero reached up and cupped Supervillain’s face. “Are you okay? You don’t look okay.” “I’m okay. You really didn’t have to come.”

“Of course I did. If I didn’t come then you wouldn’t take care of yourself, and then you’d be a stinky villain, and I don’t want to fight a stinky villain.”

“I could’ve whipped something up in the lab.”

“What, synthetic good smells?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it that but yeah, basically.”

Hero sighed. Her touch was like white-hot flames on Supervillain’s skin. “I don’t want to become a prison warden but I will make you shower if it’s the last thing I do.”

“Darn, guess I can’t stop you from dunking me in water.”

“If that’s what it takes, then yeah, I’ll dunk you in water.” They both chuckled.

“Look at you!” Hero bounced off Supervillain’s bed and grabbed the master inventor by the chin. “Wouldn’t you agree that you look positively stunning after a nice shower?”

“No, I think you’ll find that it’s you who is the stunning one.” Supervillain said, trying to maintain her composure as her heart screamed at Hero’s touch.

“Hmm, I do love when you say such nice things to me.” Hero smiled and stepped closer, leaning her head against Supervillain’s still wet shoulder. “Tell me what you were doing in the lab so late. Please.” She pleaded.

“Righthand’s pregnant.” Supervillain whispered.

“Righthand’s pregnant?” Hero squealed.  

“She made me promise not to tell anyone.” Supervillain winced.

“Well, that still doesn’t explain what you were doing down there so late.”

“She’s going to have maternity leave sooner or later and I’ll need a helper to keep my empire running smoothly. So, I thought I might make an A.I. to be a replacement, at least a temporary one. Then I started worrying that she’d retire after realising that she’d be better off with the domestic life and that made me want to get the project done ASAP.” Supervillain rambled.

“You are so unbelievably brilliant, a certifiable genius in fact, but you have this ability to think yourself into problems that aren’t real. Righthand going on maternity leave isn’t going to topple your criminal empire in one fell swoop. If you need assistance you don’t need some fancy A.I. you can just ask me, your beautiful and amazing girlfriend for help.”

“You’d do that? But you’re a hero and I’m a villain.”

“Well, I think we’ve established by now that I’m not a very reliable hero. Dating a villain, a supervillain no less.” Hero giggled and Supervillain’s heart threatened to implode.

“Do you wanna stay the night?”

“Well, it’d be rather irresponsible of you to make me go home so late and I need to make sure you don’t scamper off to the lab again. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning, too. I just want to make sure you’re taken care of.”

“I feel guilty for making you do so much for me.”

“I do it because I care about you. It’s not like I’m indentured to you or anything.”

“Okay.” Supervillain leaned her head against Hero’s.  “I love you.”

“I love you too, Supervillain. Come on, let’s get some sleep, please.”

“Well, with an offer like that how could I ever refuse?”

They chuckled and prepared for a warm night in. 

[catmansquad]

(Excerpt) "Spiderception"

It had seemed like a good idea at the time; taking Miguel out to watch ATSV...

(Miguel x OMC)

Alex had given his suggestion, almost immediately Lyla had shot it down. ‘Far too on the nose. It’s probably best we find something else…’ Alex shrugged, waving off the idea. ‘Just forget it, we’ll find another thing to do for a date-‘ ‘So, you sure you don’t want tickets for something else? I’m scrolling the listings right now. Ooh, Barbie-‘ ‘No!’ Alex turned on her hologram in an instant, eyes wide with horror. Lyla’s form shimmered, but her image was completely stopped in the look of joy as if she had frozen. ‘Not that. I did piracy checks for that film and was nearly nauseous two minutes in for the pastel hues and…. Ugh…’ ‘Shame. Did you have something else in mind, Al?’ Lyla’s image finally unfroze, conjuring more screens and letting data scroll past. ‘Yeah, Lyla, don’t let Miguel waste his money on tickets that I can get for free, if we’re going where I think we’re going.’ ‘Well, what would you say Miguel would sit and watch?’ Alex hummed in thought at her question, mind running by his work. He would have to swallow his pride and finally introduce his workmates to his boyfriend. He hung his head in a sigh and decided there was nothing else for it. ‘We’re just going to have to bite the bullet, Lyla. Check the showtimes for Across the Spiderverse, and compare it to Miguel’s timetable.’ ‘… aaand done! We’ve got one time that matches up. I’ll pass the details to Miggy. So, better get dressed for the evening. We’ve got time, unless you want to get snacks. Or did you want to go for food beforehand? Or unless you want to watch the trailers and not get caught in the queues- actually, get your coat, you’re going to be late.’ Alex rolled his eyes, and decided to pick out his attire for the evening.

Alex assured himself that he wasn’t jealous of Miguel. He couldn’t be jealous of the man he loved, not at all. At this time of the evening, on a typical weekday, the venue was almost empty. Tickets in hand, Alex returned to the side of the man he loved. ‘You sure you don’t want anything, Mig? I mean, we could’ve gotten some stuff for far cheaper than it is here…’ ‘Ah, I’m not hungry, Alex. I assure you, I’m fine.’ The far taller man was dressed casually, head covered by a brimmed cap, pulled low, messy hair concealed and eyes glinting red in the shadows. He wanted to laugh at the idea that the man was not hungry; this was the same man who would happily wolf his way through a box of doughnuts and not put on a single pound. If anything, the man only seemed to put on muscle. Alex wasn’t jealous at all. ‘You look nervous, what’s wrong? Tell me, mi vida.’ At Miguel’s question, Alex folded the tickets up in his hands, an exercise in simply keeping himself distracted. ‘… My colleagues are going to talk…’ ‘So? Let them.’ Miguel’s smile was just for him, just the glimpse of fangs peeping out. ‘We’re here to enjoy ourselves.’ Alex was sure he felt a bead of sweat run down his forehead. Enjoy themselves? He was about watch a film that contained an animated version of the man he now stood beside. Who knew how he would take not just his portrayal, but the overall plot? ‘I… It’s this way, Mig.’

Alex almost jumped as Miguel’s arm came across his shoulder, they walked to their designated screen. ‘You still look nervous… Is there something you want to tell me?’ Miguel hummed in thought, eyes firmly upon him. ‘I-I don’t suppose that Lyla mentioned the… exact nature of the film?’ ‘Mm, she told me it was part two of a supposed trilogy involving Spider-Man. Strange, that in this world, he's just a fictional character… Was just a fictional character. I’ve seen all sorts of weird and wonderful worlds, Alex. I’ve seen many other versions of me… some of them are happy- some of them have you.’ Alex’s gaze snapped straight to Miguel, they froze in the corridor, in the space between screen doors. In the shadows of the dim light, he could see those scarlet eyes blazing back at him. He had never stopped to think, never considered about the other version of him, branching through multiple realities. Some of them had their own Miguel. ‘… Go on.’ ‘Well, I only stepped into this world because I’d seen you and me, in another reality, in this very cinema. I saved you from a mutant birdman. You were very happy at how punctual I was. We were so happy together, in general. I wanted to try and see if we… If we could… Dios mío, never mind.’ Alex’s eyes widened, then narrowed sharply as his mind processed his thoughts. ‘I… I work here? Still? I’m sorry, Miguel, do I seriously work at this bloody cinema in every reality I exist in?! Hell, I bet I still work with the same people! Those other Alexs have to put up with their own Scotts, Lucias, Callistas, and Henrys, too!’ Miguel’s chuckle at his ranting was warm and delighted, the hand on his shoulder patted him gently. ‘Come now, we don’t want to miss anything… I’m intrigued to see exactly what’s in store.’

There were a few other scattered people at this time in the evening for a film that was playing several months after release, a few by themselves with too much expensive food, a family of four, and Alex and Miguel themselves, sequestered up at the very back, tucked away against the back wall. ‘So far back?’ Alex scoffed at the sight of Miguel’s bulky physique just barely squeezing into the seat, his long legs almost crammed into the back of the row in front. ‘Well, my boyfriend is nearly seven feet tall and incredibly broad. Chance’s folly that you’d end up blocking someone’s view if we sat elsewhere.’ Alex sat down into the seat beside him, flashing the larger man a smile and watched in be returned. ‘… Mig, please tell me you’re not going to get called halfway through.’ As if to reassure him, Miguel rolled his left sleeve, checking the swirling data that projected across the device. ‘We should be good. “Do Not Disturb” and hope for the best.’ Miguel reassured him, pulling his sleeve back down to conceal it once again.

Alex had not watched the film, so much as been quietly sneaking glances at Miguel’s reaction. He had seen the man chuckle softly, an amused smile playing across his features. Then the moment had arrived; of Gwen Stacy getting unlikely backup against a Da Vinci Vulture. ‘…¿Que?’ Miguel’s voice was a gentle breath, barely audible even to Alex. He softly took one of those warm, large hands in his own, feeling calloused fingers softly squeeze his own on reaction. It was not so much to enjoy companionship was it was an attempt to read the other man’s pulse, eyes already watching his face. Alex had spent the entire movie in silence, bearing witness to his boyfriend’s little chuckles, derisive snorts, and brief moments where his head tilted the side in sheer curiosity, confusion, or wonder. Hours later, as the credits rolled and the houselights came back up, they remained until the last of the other attendees had left. ‘Well…’ Alex swallowed, watching Miguel tap his fingers on the arm rest beside him, expression unreadable. ‘I… Am….’ Miguel swallowed, licking his lips. ‘I am not really sure how I feel, right now, Alex. Highs and lows. Mostly around… Me. Why serums? Why neon webbing? Why did they hit the mark closer to that…. That other version- who threatened you- than me? Seriously, they assume I would become so obsessed with a family I never had that- actually, don’t answer that.’ Miguel’s expression narrowed. ‘I also very much object to my portrayal as a traumatized control freak. If they had actually bothered to include my brother in there, too, they’d realise that Gabri would never have let me go that far- he can practically smell despair a mile off.’ Alex cleared his throat softly, twice, trying not to crack into laughter for just how hurt the larger man sounded. ‘Well, I’m glad I didn’t fall in love with that version of you. Although half the internet seems to have done so… Time will tell if they can make that version of you more like, well, you.’ Miguel snorted again, leaning in closer with a smug smirk, pinning Alex’s hand to the armrest with his own. ‘… He’ll never be as good as me, querido…’

Alex watched Miguel stretch with a groan, stiff from being crammed in for so long. ‘I will give credit where it’s due. It’s uncanny just how well Oscar Isaac nailed your voice. Like, he was dead on, it’s like he was a mimic. Bit of a creepy coincidence, no?’ At Alex’s question, Miguel fixed him with a playful smile. ‘Coincidences are what the multiverse does for fun, Alex. Constants and variables…’ Both looked up as the doors opened, and Alex subtly hid himself behind his boyfriend’s larger form as the twin sisters of Lucia and Calista entered, ready to clean up. ‘We know you’re here, Alex.’ ‘Yes. Henry told us you were here with a new man.’ ‘This would be said man, so hiding behind him is rather pointless.’ Alex rested his head against Miguel’s broad back with a soft sigh before stepping back out with a warm smile, eyes darting frantically between the two sisters. ‘Hey... L-Lucia… Callista…’ Neither of them responded to identify themselves, both merely stared back at them, then glanced to each other. ‘We were wondering when we’d meet the alleged boyfriend. My, he’s tall.’ ‘Yes, and broad…’ ‘Yes, and- what film was this again?’ ‘Spooder-man.’ Alex was fairly sure he had identified Lucia with that comment, she was more prone to making silly remarks than her sister. Unless he had that completely mixed up, too.   ‘Ah… Alex, he’s the spitting image of that…. That guy, what’s his name?’ The sisters turned to face each other again. ‘Which guy?’ ‘The guy. Big, sad, and choke slammed the boy into the moon train.’ ‘… Uh, I think I was asleep by that part.’ ‘The one with the fantastic ass.’ ‘Oh! Uh… Mickey?’ ‘Yeah, that guy!’ Out of the corner of his eye, Alex saw Miguel’s eyebrows raise sharply, mouth turning in an irritated frown, and softly took his hand to guide him from the room. ‘We’ll… Be getting on now. Have a nice evening, you two.’ ‘Bye, Alex.’ They waved and spoke in unison, flattening themselves to either side of the wall to let them past. Just before the door shut behind them, Alex heard them resume their discussion. ‘… You see the ass on him, too?’ ‘Couldn’t miss it for the world. Typical. All the good men are either taken or have eyes on their own team…’

Miguel lurked in the lobby as Alex visited the toilets. He didn’t mind the evening, the night outside was dark, and the lobby was dim enough that the lights didn’t irritate his eyes. His mind still turned over his thoughts on the movie- and sincerely hoped that no-one else had heard of or seen it. It would just be the last thing he needed, he would never hear the end of it from some of them… He pulled off the cap, running a hand through his wild hair as a soft groan left his lips. It was probably better not to think of what could be- the multiverse could manage that quite well enough. He heard the soft, excited gasp before the cap was back on his head, and his gaze was drawn to the family from earlier, half were absent and only the mother and her young son remained. The young son who was currently staring wide-eyed at Miguel, tugging on his mother’s sleeve. ‘M-Mum…! Mum! Mum, look!’ ‘Hmm?’ Her gaze was drawn from the screen of her phone, glancing down at her child as he pointed to Miguel. ‘Look! I-it’s Spider-Man!’ Miguel forced himself to keep a straight face as his heart skipped. ‘… The scary one!’ Miguel calmed himself with a subtle exhale, a child couldn’t see the suit he was wearing under his clothing. He was being recognized for another reason altogether. “The scary one”. Great. The mother gave him a small smile. ‘I’m so sorry…’ Her gaze drifted down to her own child. ‘No, poppet, he just looks like the one from the movie. Real Spider-Man is out there, somewhere, keeping us all safe…’ The child’s eyes remained upon him, wide and hopeful. As the mother’s gaze returned to her phone, Miguel rested a finger against his lips and winked playfully, the child nodded in quiet understanding, eyes sparkling with wonder.

‘So, the lovebirds had a great night out?’ Lyla’s image flitted between them as they stepped out into the cold night. ‘I am apparently considered “scary”, need regular injections, and firmly glued on the ridiculous notions of “Canon”… In an infinite multiverse! “Canon”!’ Miguel threw up his arms in disbelief, causing Alex to snicker beside him. ‘As you can see, Lyla, he’s a bit grumpy…’ ‘Aww. It’s fine, Miggy. We know that you’re not scary. Well, not very.’ She flitted away as the larger man made a grab for her, his teeth gritted. She glitched back into existence beside Alex, floating alongside as they walked. ‘Lyla, are you sure he’s not actually part cat instead? I mean, he’s got the claws, the urge to bat at stuff that irritates him, the only thing I haven’t heard him do is purr.’ Beside him, Miguel lowered his head and begun to mumble under his breath in rapid Spanish. He only looked back as Alex rested a hand on that broad back and rubbed gentle circles. ‘Are you still not hungry, Mig?’ ‘Hm. Maybe a little bit now… Did you want to get something to eat then, Alex?’ Alex’s blue eyes glinted with mirth. ‘Sure! For some reason, I think I could really go for a burger- not one of those hideous blue and red ones from the movie- I mean a proper one.’ Miguel gave another derisive snort, mumbling about “ego” under his breath. Alex ignored him. ‘Lyla, please tell me you have proper burgers in your world.’ ‘Well… I think there might be different definitions of proper. In Miggy’s world, people are a lot more health-conscious. So, all the meat is synthetically grown and genetically modified to be healthier. The poor cows can live their best lives untroubled. Steaks and burgers on demand, freshly peeled from their grow-lattices! Yum!’ Alex stopped, blinking at her as his mind processed just what he had been told. ‘… Gods give me strength. No.’ He hooked his arm around one of Miguel’s pulling his stronger, larger form closer with surprisingly little resistance. Miguel raised an eyebrow as Alex smiled up at him. ‘That won’t do at all. Lyla, please find us a proper burger place that’s open. Place an order two big burgers.’

The Place That Does the Burgers. It did exactly what it said on the sign outside, and they tucked themselves into a little cubicle, their order ready almost as soon as they stepped through the door. Alex decided that perhaps asking for the biggest she could find had been something of a mistake when he took in the twin towers of beef, bacon, cheese and lettuce pinned in buns before them. He was fairly sure his eyes were bigger than his belly. Miguel took in the sight before him and was suddenly looking positively ravenous. It was only when Miguel took his first bite did Alex witness those red eyes close and the soft purr of delight rumble from within his chest. ‘I think we’ve got a winner, chief.’ Lyla’s voice was a whisper by Alex’s ear as they took in the sight. ‘Hey, if you don’t finish yours, I think he will… So, better get eating while it’s still on your plate.’ ‘Good, Miggy?’ Alex made a vain attempt to squish down his own enormous burger to a more manageable size, he didn’t have the same massive handspan as the man he sat across from. Miguel swallowed, tongue licking across his lips and he nodded. ‘Mm… Muy bien.’ Alex saw those glint of fangs, and made a mental note to question him later if he could, assumedly, bite without envenoming things. For now, there was food, and there was good company.

(The comment about a mutant birdman in the same cinema implies that Miguel was spying on the events of Parallel Orbits.)

(Watch this do nowhere near as well as "Unstable" because it's not "X Reader"...)