#Yea-still need progress

[zipora666]

barnaby?..

Got this silly plush not long ago and uhh I want to try something different

[wardingshout]

Zelda goes mushroom girl

[lollytea]

Huntlow situationship gives me such intense brain termites you don't get it

[queerlycarter]

i wanna start hrt but i should get all my health bullshit sorted (by which i mean diagnosed) first rrrrrr

[diceroulette]

palia fandom i am so sorry in advance for what i'm about to do when i get the will to draw . (Jel babygirl pose)

[musclesandhammering]

Not to be political on main, but purity testing is actually the most annoying thing to come out of the last 5 years. It amazes me how so many morally intelligent folks completely fail to grasp the concept that people can be problematic and still likeable and contributive.

[orcelito]

Maybe I accidentally opened the wrong car door in the parking lot today. And maybe I made omega grilled cheese sandwiches. But I finally got the Celica ring back in fire emblem echoes so who's REALLY winning today

[lexalovesbooks]

I’m still so furious about shadow and bone season two. Everybody complained about Alina not being girlboss enough so much that the producers went ‘yeah you’re right’ and decided to completely change the ending and ruin the entire point of the story in the process

[getmeoutofhell]

NSFW Breeding HC

Warnings: this includes unprotected sex, pregnancy, fem! reader. none of these gifs are mine, credits to the owners.

Includes: Billy Loomis, Horny The Clown, Stu Marcher, Thomas Hewitt, Patrick Bateman, Hannigram, Bo Sinclair, Jeepers Creepers, Art The Clown.

ᵇⁱˡˡʸ ˡᵒᵒᵐⁱˢ:

He’s about 50/50 when it comes to that sort of thing. Of course, he would like to breed you, but he doesn’t want you to end up pregnant. He doesn’t want kids until he’s around 25 or something. If you’re on birth control, then this will be much more common. “Come on, just one more round. You can take it,” he teases you, wanting to challenge your willpower. You lie there and let him use you.

ʰᵒʳⁿʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒʷⁿ:

He’s the worst one on this list. His name gives you all the information you need. Archie will tie you down and use the time to breed you. You will end up pregnant because he doesn’t understand what protection means. No, he won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Even though he can be a pain, he still loves you very much. You will bear his children, and he will be a good father.

ˢᵗᵘ ᵐᵃʳᶜʰᵉʳ:

My poor baby Stu, he’s so loving and caring… just fucking kidding. Stu is a real natural freak. This obviously means he's going to breed you. He'll make sure you’re comfortable first before making any big moves, but after that, it's wraps. A little Stu will be on the way since he can’t last more than five minutes. “I can’t help it; you just feel too good, man.” You try to reason with him, but that still won't work. So, I hope you enjoy having a baby!

ᵗʰᵒᵐᵒˢ ʰᵉʷⁱᵗᵗ:

Of course, he wants a family with you, but he uses that as an excuse to cum in you. Your stomach will be full because he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. He may act like he doesn’t care, but deep down, Thomas is just a big baby—so he does care for you. He keeps you in the house and does what he knows best, especially once you train him. Eventually, you will end up pregnant, and he will be more than joyful about having a child with you.

ᵖᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᵇᵃᵗᵉᵐᵃⁿ:

The main reason he wants to breed with you is so that you have his child. He believes that worrying about his life outside of work gives the impression that he has everything under control. However, you know that he doesn’t, meaning you won’t have his child until he admits to himself that he has flaws. "I'm in touch with humanity. I know what I'm talking about... dear," he says. You just roll your eyes at him. He either doesn't understand, or maybe he does but pretends not to. You're not sure.

ʰᵃⁿⁿⁱᵍʳᵃᵐ:

They would take turns, creating a situation where you couldn't tell who was who, if you know what I mean. Each time they release, they switch places, forcing you to adjust once again. No, they won't purposely try to get you pregnant, but it would happen naturally. You won't know which one of them is the father, but they won't care as long as the child is theirs. They take good care of you, and when the baby arrives, they won't let either you or the infant out of their sight.

ᵇᵒ ˢⁱⁿᶜˡᵃⁱʳ:

Oh yea, you’re speaking his language. If you let him, he could keep you busy for hours. He might even tie you down if you make him mad enough. With just a snap of his fingers, you find yourself under his control. Soon, a baby could be on the way; he’s definitely a family man. His brothers will be thrilled for both of you as you celebrate the news of your pregnancy. “Darlin’, let’s make another one.” Oh no.

ʲᵉᵉᵖᵉʳˢ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵖᵉʳˢ:

You will have a bunch of babies. He will give you a lot of little creepers, and it’s not like you have a choice in the matter; you're the one getting involved with him. The pregnancy takes a while to progress because he’s not human, and neither are your babies. You’ll be pregnant for about a year before you give birth to his offspring. However, you don’t regret it; he knows exactly what he’s doing when it’s just the two of you. He will be a pretty good dad.

ᵃʳᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒʷⁿ:

If "left to get the milk" were a person, it would be art. Oh my lord, he doesn’t seem to care if you end up pregnant—or at least he acts like he doesn’t. With the little pale girl around, you both already feel like parents. But now that you’re having a child of your own because someone (art) can’t pull out properly, things have changed. When you show him the pregnancy test, he jumps up and down with joy, then leaves you alone. He’s so strange.

[dontshootmespence]

What I Deserve

Pairing: None. Just Bob and the rest of the New Avengers. 

Summary: When Bob’s parents see him with the rest of the New Avengers, they reach out, leaving Bob reeling. 

Author’s note: This was an angsty prompt from @brianie12. Thanks!

Warning: Angsty Bob, mentions of drug use, Bob’s father and mother are mentioned, you might not actually hate Valentina in this one.

Word Count: 1,055

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Bob’s hand shook over the computer mouse, his heart thudding in his chest like a thunderstorm on the horizon.�� He’d never expected to see or hear from his parents again. Ever since he’d left, addicted to meth and searching for oblivion, he hoped he’d never see them again. Glancing at the screen, his eyes darting from left to right over and over again, he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. 

        Hello Robert, Your mother and I saw you on TV recently. We’d love to see you and catch up sometime.          From,          Mom and Dad

Warm tears cascaded down his cheeks before he knew it, lip quivering, mouth awash with the salty tang of heavy emotion. 

As Yelena passed Bob’s room, she caught the soft hitch of his breath and immediately knew something was wrong. “Bob?” She asked, peeking her head into the warm expanse of his room. “Everything okay?”

He turned to her with tears in his eyes, unable to say a word. Instead, he just turned toward the glaring screen. 

“What the hell is this?” She said in disbelief. “Your parents contacted you?”

Bob choked on his words. “Yea, uh, yea. I…I don’t…know…”

Yelena wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her head on his. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” she soothed. “Just breathe. Close your eyes and breathe.”

Bob did as she said, feeling a wall of tears flow down his cheeks and onto Yelena’s hands. He took slow, steadying breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth. “I never expected to hear from them again.”

“Do you want to? Now?”

Bob’s sadness turned to white-hot rage as the last images of his father screamed through his mind. “My father…I’d rather eat gravel than see that bastard again.”

“What about your mother?”

Reaching up, he grabbed Yelena’s hand, gripping it tight, as if his life depended on it. “That’s more complicated. I know she was victimized by him, but I’m so angry at her for ever putting any of that onto me. As if I made things worse,” he said softly. “I didn’t make things worse. It wasn’t my fault.”

“That’s right,” Yelena said proudly. His therapy sessions had definitely helped. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Anger continued to roll through him. “My father is an opportunistic son of a bitch. I think he wants “in” now that I have notoriety.”

Bob stood up, too much energy rolling through his body to know what to do with. He began pacing the floors, his eyes darting to the computer screen periodically as he did. 

“What do you want to do, Bob?”

He stopped in his tracks and bit his bottom lip. “I don’t deserve to go through this again. I can’t. I won’t,” he mumbled. 

Yelena reached out and grabbed his hand. “Okay, then we make sure they can’t get to you. Do you want to send them anything back?”

Bob stepped back to hehe computer and sat down again. “Will you help me?”

Yelena sat down on the edge of the bed. “I want you to tell them the progress you’ve made. Did they know about your addiction?”

Nodding, Bob hovered his fingers above the keyboard.

       Mom and Dad, After all this time, I find the timing of this email too convenient. I am no longer addicted to meth. I’m also in therapy and making great strides. With the help of my friends and my therapist, I’m better than I ever was. Because of that, I’m going to decline to meet up. Although therapy has helped, I still haven’t completely worked through the anger that I still feel toward both of you, especially Dad. I need to put my recovery first. That’s what I deserve. If you truly care about me, you will stay away and allow me to heal.        Robert 

“How’s that?” Bob asked hopefully. 

Yelena smiled. “Perfect. I like seeing you stick up for yourself. You deserve to be put first. Let’s go tell the rest of the team what’s happening. Val might even be helpful in this situation.”

Feeling a little more confident, he smirked and followed Yelena out to the living room to where everyone was enjoying some crap reality TV. 

When they entered the room, everyone could see something was wrong. “What is it?” Alexei said, sitting up, hands clenched like he was ready to fight.

“Um, my uh, my parents contacted me,” Bob breathed. 

“What?” Ava interjected.

“That bastard I hit?” John asked.

Bucky said nothing, just stared angrily into the abyss before him. Clenching his fists, he slouched back into the couch and mumbled, “I’m sorry, man. What do you want to do?”

Bob cleared his throat. “I already sent them an email back saying I don’t want to see them. I just…just need you guys to back me up if they happen to come around.”

“Done,” Bucky replied.

Ava nodded. “You’ve got us.”

“I’ll hit him again,” John said.

That made Bob laugh. What he wouldn’t give to see John beat the shit out of his father. “Let me contact Val,” Yelena said. 

As she spoke with the head of the team, Bob dropped onto the couch, unsure of what to do with himself. “I hate this,” he grumbled, falling backward. “I hate this so much.”

Yelena hung up and pushed her phone back into the pocket of her jeans. “Val is on a restraining order and she’s going to make sure the employees here know their pictures so that they won’t be allowed in the building.”

“What can we do for you, Bob?” Ava asked.

Bob shrugged, still always taken aback by the care his teammates showed him. “I’m not sure. I think I just need to zone out.”

“Movie night?” Bucky asked.

Alexei shot up from the couch. “I’ll cook!”

“Pelmeni?” Bob asked, remembering the last time Alexei made the Russian meat-filled dumplings. He’d stuffed himself silly. 

Alexei pointed straight at Bob. “You’ve got it. Pelmeni and horror movies?”

“Sounds good,” Bob said, the tension in his shoulders abiding.

With a plan of action in place, Bob began to breathe again, sighing contentedly as Alexei began fumbling with kitchen appliances. He deserved more than the hand he’d been dealt. He deserved safety and love. He deserved this new life. And he wasn't about to let it go for anything.

[hyuckswoman]

mark and you arguing pt1

pt2

genre: angst (doesn’t have good ending but i can make a pt2)

summary: you don’t like how touchy one of your boyfriend’s friend is, when you try to tell him, he doesn’t listen

pairing: mark x y/n

“no mark you don’t understand and that’s fine, i never asked you to understand either way” you say putting your things down and closing your front door behind you 

earlier that night, you and mark were on a double date with his childhood friend and her situationship? you thought it was her boyfriend but seeing the dynamic up close you understood how wrong you were 

the date was going okay at first. since her situationship was so entertaining, it completed shifted your focus away from the fact that you had barely taked to your boyfriend ever since stepping foot inside of the restaurant, not only that but you had also failed to see how her hand was on mark’s forearm and didn’t look like it was going to move in any second. 

you’re not normally the jealous type but seeing how there’s been a few instances where she had stepped over the boundaries you put with your bf and when you told him about it he just shrugged claiming that “she’s an old friend, she’s bound to be…comfortable” you were apprehensive of the evening. 

and you were right to be! the whole evening was basically her flirting and eye fucking mark, cutting you off when you were speaking, barely paying any attention to her date i mean hell even YOU talked more to him than she did. 

the more the evening progressed the more you dread coming home, yea it meant she wouldn’t be here anymore but it also meant you having to be vocal about your feelings and a possible argument with mark because of course his friend could never be in the wrong 

“why are you being like this? each time we hang out with her you’re always mean and tense about it, i don’t get why you have a vendetta against her” you boyfriend says taking off his coat following you into the living room 

“it’s not like i don’t have a reason to have a vendetta against her mark, she was flirting with you all evening! and i don’t even understand why you’re picking a fight with me, i bit my tongue on purpose and didn’t tell you shit and wasn’t planning to just to avoid this so i’m having trouble understanding why we’re even having an argument right now” you say sitting on the sofa hoping he’ll let it go

but of course he doesn’t 

“oh so now i’m so scary and intimidating that you can’t communicate? and we’re having an argument because tonight, just like every night we’ve ever spend with her you were in a pissy mood. do you know how embarrassing it is to have to apologize for your behavior each time” mark says 

“no one asked you to apologize, i kinda think it’s crazy how you’ve never even taken the time to maybe wonder why i dislike her so much mark” you answer anger rising 

“i know why you’re like this, it’s because you’re jealous” your boyfriend answers

“i’m sorry? yea you’re gonna have to elaborate on this one” you say

“i don’t know maybe it’s because her and i get along or the fact that we were a thing for a short while maybe that makes you insecure or something” you boyfriend says ever so casually 

“what the fuck?? she doesn’t make me insecure i’m just tired of having to explain to you why it bothers me to see one of your friends eye fucking you while you let it happen. i can’t even have a man be in the same vicinity as me before you start to lose your shit mark. Like i really don’t care that you and her were a thing because you’re with me now so unless it’s an issue i need to worry about I don’t see why I’d be jealous? But if you’re gonna be mad at me for being in a ‘pissy’ mood i never want to hear you complain about any men apparently flirting with me ” you say getting up, if you see his face you might start to hit it at this point 

“I still don’t understand why you’re being so bitchy, if her and i were still dating, she would’ve never done this to me” mark says instantly regretting his words 

“So it is something i need to worry about then.. you know what? go date her or something i don’t care mark, maybe she’ll appreciate you acting like a dick” you say sighing. this argument honestly tired you, repeating the same things over and over again tired you but what could be done? 

you were starting to head upstairs to brush your teeth and head to bed when mark gripped your arm preventing you from leaving 

“let go mark” you ask tiredly 

“i’m sorry” he says apologizing 

“okay, now let go” you ask and he shakes his head no 

“please i’m tired i want to sleep let me go” you say as you forcefully remove your arm from his grip, if he wasn’t going to let you go, you’ll leave 

“we don’t go to sleep mad at each other” mark says still blocking your way 

“maybe sometimes we do, plus i’m not even mad at you now please move i want to brush my teeth and you’re blocking the path” you say 

“i’m sorry” mark says 

“i heard you the first time” you answer giving up on brushing your teeth settling to  find a place to sit in your shared house 

“talk to me, please” your boyfriend pleads 

“i have been talking to you mark! ever since the first hang out i told you how she would make backhanded comments about me, then told you how it made me uncomfortable how touchy she was with you, then told you i didn’t want to hang out with her anymore so you could go see her alone and i also told you how her eye fucking you and making me feel like i’m bothering you guys annoyed me. mark you just never listen, and since you don’t listen i sit back, bite my tongue and try my best to act nice but it’s not because she’s your friend that i’m going to let myself get walked over” you say as mark finally lets you in your bedroom where you just lay down to sleep 

“you’re right i’m sorry” mark says hugging your figure thankful that you still communicated despite his actions 

“no you’re not, you say this every time the proceed to do it all over again, anyway good night mark” you say turning so your back faces him just wanting to be done with the conversation because you were starting to feel bad for acting this way when you have every right to be upset. Mark on the other hand is biting his lip realizing that he seriously messed up and needs to make it right somehow. 

because he’d 100% rather never talk to that one friend than have you feel the way you’re feeling right now, at the end of the day, nobody compared to you and he now realized how little he’s been showing it to you 

[4milly]

make it to morning • jimmy u. 1

gif credit @punksrhea.

the tales of 2 roommates, and 1 man.

warning: unprotected sex, possessiveness, cheating, fingering, drunk sex, sex tapes, secret-relationships, pillow talk, oral sex (both m and f receiving), sneaky links, exhibitionism, manipulation, (warnings will update as story progresses)

parings: trinity x jimmy uso x malasia (black!oc) (no one is married in this story!)

inspired by @msbigredmachine !!! <3 for this amazing marvelous piece here xoxo ❤️

the music pumped through malasia's body. that mixed with endless counts of reposado shots? wasn't going to end well. she could feel the room beginning to turn. people jumping up and down all over the place, screaming out sexyy red's lyrics, the heat from the club. it was all damn near suffocating

if i don't get out this bitch, i'm going to fucking faint.

"girl, you good?" trinity yelled out above the music, and slightly less drunker than her.

"yea! i-i just need some air." she stumbled out of the section towards the outside. unaware, of trinity behind her.

trinity and malasia were far from best friends. or even friends. it was trinity's birthday, and wanting to be kind, she invited out malasia.

that was their relationship: practical, transactional. their paths rarely crossed in the apartment—trinity worked nights at a high-end restaurant on ocean drive, while malasia designed websites from their tiny dining room table.

they'd established silent routines: trinity made coffee before bed that malasia would reheat in the morning; malasia would wash any dishes before trinity woke up at noon.

the ad had been simple enough: "roommate needed. 2bed/2bath. south beach. $1100/month + utilities." malasia had responded within minutes of seeing it pop up on craigslist, desperate after her ex-boyfriend had decided their five-year relationship wasn't worth continuing—or helping with rent. she'd attached a brief bio, mentioned she was clean, employed remotely, and needed immediate housing. trinity had responded with equal brevity: "apartment tour thursday. 6pm. don't be late."

they'd spent exactly forty-seven minutes together before trinity handed over a key and a list of house rules. rule #7: "don't expect us to be friends."

"you feeling better?" trinity asked now, leaning against the railing. her birthday crown sat crooked on her braids, catching the neon lights from the club sign.

"yeah. just… went too hard." malasia took a long sip of water. "you didn't have to follow me out here."

"i didn't expect you to invite me tonight," malasia admitted, the tequila still loosening her tongue despite the fresh air.

trinity shrugged, "seemed rude not to. we've been living together for almost a month."

"living together" was a generous description for two people who existed in carefully orchestrated shifts to avoid meaningful interaction. malasia had moved to florida for a fresh start—new city, new people,

new malasia.

but so far, her fresh start consisted of zoom calls, takeout for one, and the occasional awkward nod to trinity in their shared hallway...

"well, h-happy birthday," malasia slurred and offered lamely, suddenly aware of how disheveled she must've looked.

trinity studied her for a moment, her expression unreadable in the dim light. "you know, you're nothing like my last roommate."

who? before malasia could ask, even though she could've cared less, jimmy and jey, jimmy's twin brother, busted outside, "damn, there y'all ass is. y'all wasn't gone say yall left out?" jimmy's voice boomed

"we just needed some air," trinity said, straightening her crown and immediately gravitating toward jimmy. his arm snaked around her waist possessively, but malasia couldn't help noticing how his eyes lingered on her—a fraction too long, a shade too...interested.

"you good, asia?" jimmy asked, his voice dropping an octave lower than when he'd addressed trinity. "looking a little unsteady on them heels."

"i'm fine," malasia managed, though the world still tilted slightly beneath her feet.

the tequila was playing tricks with her equilibrium, but she wasn't so drunk that she couldn't recognize the appreciative way jimmy's gaze traveled from her face down to her silver mini dress and back up again

jey cleared his throat. "yo, trin, that dj just announced they doing birthday shoutouts. you might wanna get back in there."

trinity's face lit up. "for real? hell yeah!" she tugged at jimmy's arm. "baby, come on."

but jimmy was still looking at malasia, that slow, deliberate smile spreading across his face—the same smile she'd seen three days ago when he'd "accidentally" brushed against her in the kitchen, his hand grazing the small of her back as he reached for a glass in the cabinet above her head. when he'd comment on her workout clothes as she passed through the living room.

"what about your roomie?" he asked, thumb brushing trinity's hip bone while his eyes remained fixed on malasia. "she don't look too good."

malasia swallowed hard. the way jimmy looked at her made her skin prickle with a confusing mixture of discomfort and something she refused to name. this was trinity's man—trinity who might not be her friend but who had still invited her tonight, who made coffee she could reheat, who had given her a place to live when she'd had nowhere else to go.

"nah—nah, i'm cool. i'm gonna just head back home." malasia had redirected the conversation back to trinity

trinity hesitated, clearly torn between her birthday spotlight inside and the roommate code she pretended not to care about. "you sure? we could all bounce if you're—"

"nah, baby, it's yo night," jimmy cut in, his voice smooth as butter. "i'll take her home. jey can stay with you, make sure you get all 'em birthday shoutouts."

"no no no," malasia quickly started, "i can call an uber or something. you should stay."

"it's cool," jimmy continued, already pulling his keys from his pocket. "i'll come right back. twenty minutes, tops."

malasia hesitated, her mind a fog of tequila and uncertainty. trinity's eyes narrowed slightly, but the pull of birthday attention was stronger than whatever suspicion flickered across her features.

"fine," trinity finally agreed. "but come right back, jimmy. it's my night." she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, her crown tilting precariously.

malasia gave trinity a small smile—part gratitude, part guilt—as jimmy's hand found the small of her back, guiding her toward the parking lot. she could feel the heat of his palm through the thin fabric of her dress, his fingers splayed wider than necessary.

"this way," jimmy said, his voice close to her ear. the parking lot was a maze of luxury cars and valet attendants rushing between them. jimmy's matte black g-wagon sat in a reserved spot near the entrance, gleaming under the streetlights like some predatory animal

he reached around her to open the passenger door, his chest pressing against her back for a moment longer than required. the leather seat was cool against her bare thighs as she slid in, suddenly aware of how high her silver mini dress had risen. she tugged at the hem, but the metallic fabric refused to cooperate, clinging to her skin.

jimmy walked around to the driver's side, his eyes never leaving her as he slid behind the wheel. the interior smelled of expensive cologne and new leather. he started the engine but didn't put the car in drive, instead turning toward her, one arm draped casually over the steering wheel.

"you good, ma? " his eyes traveled slowly from her face down to where her dress had ridden up again, exposing the smooth expanse of her thighs. "that dress straight fire on you."

malasia shifted uncomfortably. "thanks. can we just—i really need to get home."

he finally put the car in reverse, backing out of the space with one hand on the wheel, the other resting dangerously close to her knee. the music came on automatically—something slow and explicit that made the already small space feel even more intimate.

"you gotta man?" jimmy asked as they pulled onto the main road, the club's neon lights fading behind them. his question hung in the air between them, heavier than it had any right to be.

"no," she answered, then immediately regretted it. "i mean—i'm not looking for one either."

jimmy chuckled, a low sound that seemed to reverberate through the luxury car's interior. "everybody looking for something, asia." the way he said her nickname—drawing out the syllables—made her skin prickle, "good as you look? somebody fucked up."

at a red light, his eyes drifted to her legs again. "where's your dress from? it's cute, ma." his eyes flicked down to her thighs, his fingers tapped against the leather steering wheel in rhythm with the bass-heavy music.

"some boutique on lincoln road," she mumbled, tugging at the hem again. the dress had seemed perfect when she'd tried it on—sexy but not too revealing. now it felt like shrink wrap under jimmy's gaze.

"you must be making good money with them websites trinity says you design."

the mention of trinity's name sent a flush of guilt across malasia's face. trinity might have been just a roommate. but there was something about the way jimmy's eyes kept finding her in the dark that felt like a violation of something unspoken, something that existed beyond friendship. a roommate code. something.

trinity, who had invited her out tonight when she could have left her sitting alone in their apartment. trinity, who despite their careful dance of avoidance, had never been unkind.

"you quiet, ma," jimmy said, his voice cutting through her thoughts. "that tequila got you in yo feelin's or what?"

"just tired," she lied, pressing herself closer to the door.

her phone buzzed in her clutch. a text from her friend jade back in chicago: "how's the birthday party? meet any cute miami guys yet?" the irony made her stomach churn. or maybe that was the tequila. either way, she left the message unanswered, the blue light of her screen illuminating her guilty expression before she clicked it off.

they turned onto her street, the familiar row of low-rise apartment buildings coming into view. malasia had thought this place beautiful when she'd first arrived.

"i should go," malasia said, fumbling for the door handle. "thanks for the ride."

jimmy's laugh was low, teasingly. "damn, ma. i'm just being friendly. trinity told me you ain't got no friends down here yet."

boy, just go the fuck back to the club.

the observation stung with its accuracy. malasia had spent most of her first month in miami hunched over her laptop, building websites for clients who existed only as email addresses and zoom rectangles.

"i really need to go in," malasia repeated, reaching again for the door handle. this time jimmy pressed the unlock button, the doors clicking open.

she pushed the door open, grateful for the rush of humid night air that hit her face. standing proved more difficult than anticipated; the tequila had settled into her legs, turning them to rubber. her silver heels—borrowed from trinity, she realized with another stab of guilt—wobbled beneath her. the sidewalk tilted dangerously.

before she could stop herself, malasia stumbled, ankle twisting. she braced for impact with the concrete, but instead felt strong hands wrap around her waist, steadying her.

"i gotchu, ma. c'mon." jimmy's voice was close to her ear, his breath warm against her neck. his hands were firm on her waist, thumbs brushing against the exposed skin where her dress had ridden up. "let's get you inside, ight?"

malasia steadied herself, painfully aware of how their bodies fit together, of how trinity would see this if she were here. something about the way jimmy held her felt like a betrayal anyway.

"i can walk," she mumbled, pulling away slightly. but jimmy kept one arm firmly around her waist as they made their way to the building's entrance.

"this yo key?" he asked, plucking her clutch from her hands before she could protest. his fingers brushed against hers, the contact sending an unwelcome spark up her arm.

she watched as he rummaged through her things, finding her keys with unnecessary thoroughness. the elevator ride was seventeen seconds of exquisite torture. jimmy stood too close, his cologne filling the small space.

the apartment door clicked open under her key, the familiar darkness greeting malasia like an accomplice. the silence felt heavy compared to the pounding bass they'd left behind at the club.

"just need to get to my room," malasia said, attempting to disentangle herself from jimmy's grasp, but his arm remained firm around her waist.

"let me help you, ma. them shoes 'bout to be the death of yo ass."

finally breaking free of his hold. she kicked off trinity's silver heels, leaving them haphazardly by the door.

malasia made her way to the kitchen, desperate for water, for distance, for sobriety. the clock on the microwave read 1:37 AM—the green digits swimming before her eyes. she reached for a glass, her fingers trembling slightly.

"let me help you with that, ma." jimmy was suddenly behind her, his chest pressed against her back as he reached around her for the glass. his other hand settled on her hip, fingers splaying wide against the metallic fabric of her dress.

"i got it," she insisted, sliding sideways out of his grasp. "you should get back to trinity. her birthday and all."

jimmy leaned against the counter, watching her fill the glass with water.

"what's the rush? trinity got her whole squad there, her brother too. she cool." he stepped closer, taking the glass from her hand and setting it on the counter. "besides, i told her i'd make sure you got home safe. that's what i'm doing."

malasia took a step back. "well, i'm home now. safe and sound."

"you still looking wobbly to me." jimmy's voice dropped lower, feeling her out "might need to make sure you don't fall and hurt yourself."

"i'm good," she insisted, reaching for her water again. "really. you can tell trinity i made it fine."

jimmy chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "you nervous, asia? don't be like that." his fingers brushed against her hand, attempting to grab it. "we both grown. ain't nothing wrong with two adults getting to know each other better."

"you should go, jimmy." she said, but the words lacked conviction. she knew it. she felt it/

"lemme ask you some, asia." jimmy replied, moving closer.

malasia gripped the counter behind her, the cool granite pressing into her lower back. the kitchen suddenly felt impossibly small, "trinity's your girl. she's back up the club and you need to leave and go back there."

"trinity's my girl, yeah." jimmy nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "but that don't mean i can't appreciate what's standing right in front of me. do it?" his gaze traveled the length of her body, lingering on the curves the silver dress accentuated. "them little ass gym shorts? this little ass dress you got on...i peeped the way you kept tryna see if i was watchin'. you thought you was slick?"

malasia shook her head, trying to clear the fog of tequila and desire that clouded her judgment. she had to admit. when she first met jimmy, she couldn't deny he was sex on legs. but she buried those thoughts so deep out of respect for trinity.

"trinity—" malasia managed to whisper, but even her roommate's name sounded weak on her lips, a feeble protest against the tide rising between them.

"trinity ain't gotta know," jimmy murmured, his breath warm against her face. he was intoxicating in ways the liquor couldn't touch. "this just between us. just tonight."

she became aware at the touch of jimmy's hand coasting towards upwards. the dress slightly moving upwards bunching up on her waist. asia closed her eyes and leaned against his shoulder.

she'd been rushing to get ready and grabbed the dress at the last minute. it had a built-in slip that made underwear lines show, and she'd made a split-second decision that seemed harmless—

his foot kicked hers outwards, so his hand could drift between her thighs. she let out a small gasp as his hand covered her slicked pussy.

"that's why you was so careful sitting down," he murmured, his lips now close to her ear. "why you kept pulling at this dress all night."

she let out a small whimper, as his fingers circled over her clit. her body responded to his touch like an instrument perfectly tuned to his hands, each brush of his fingers drawing forth reactions she couldn't suppress.

"look at chu'" he whispered pressing kisses onto her neck, "soaking my fingers, while my girls out celebrating her birthday."

the mention of trinity should have been cold water, should have snapped her back to reality. instead, it added a forbidden edge that only heightened her response. jimmy's fingers circled her most sensitive spot, drawing forth a gasp she couldn't contain.

"jimmy," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. "we shouldn't—"

we should.

"but we are, mama," he replied, his voice husky with want. he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips and tasting her essence, "goddamn, you taste good as you look. c'mere."

before she could protest further, jimmy bent slightly, wrapping his strong arms around her thighs and lifting her effortlessly. instinctively, her legs wrapped around his waist, the silver dress bunching completely at her hips now, exposing her to the cool air of the apartment and the heat of his body.

"which room is yours?" he asked, his eyes locked on hers, challenging her to stop this, knowing she wouldn't.

malasia hesitated, her last thread of resistance fraying dangerously. "second door on the right," she finally panted, the words feeling like both surrender and victory.

his hands gripped her ass, fingers digging into her flesh with a possessiveness that made her whimper into his mouth; his kisses where deep and consuming.

just like him.

her heart hammered against her ribs with anticipation, as he laid her down on the edge of the bed. her ass nearly just dangling off the edge. her silver dress now nothing more than a metallic band around her waist.

"tell me you whatchu want, mama." he demanded, his voice low and commanding as he unbuckled his belt. the sound of metal clinking sent a shiver down her spine. "say it loud. it's just us."

malasia swallowed hard, caught between desire and the image of trinity that floated at the edges of her consciousness.

trinity in her birthday crown. trinity who had invited her out tonight. trinity whose boyfriend was now standing between her spread legs.

jimmy leaned down, his weight pressing her into the mattress as he captured her mouth in another searing kiss.

when he pushed his pants down his hips, her breath caught audibly. he was magnificent—thick and long, already fully hard. pride gleamed in his eyes at her reaction, at the way her lips parted involuntarily.

he lowered himself between her thighs again, but instead of entering her, he took his length in his hand and began to slide it through her wetness. the sensation sent electric currents racing up her spine—the hot, hard length of him gliding against her pussy, coating himself in her arousal but never pushing inside.

she let out a loud moan, as the base of his dick rubbed against her clit. "fuck," she gasped, her hips rising instinctively to increase the pressure.

"ask me nicely, baby. tell me whatchu want me do, asia." he panted in her ear, pressing hot kisses against her collar bone.

trinity was a thought long gone. the guilt still present in her stomach was intense. she wanted to be rid of it. and jimmy. but how could she when he was laying on top of her about to stretch her right around his dick.

"please.." she finally managed, and regretfully. the words were barely audible.

"please what? hm? what is it?" jimmy pressed further onto her pussy,

"fuck! jimmy, fuck me! oh god—" she let out a gasp as jimmy slid all the way home, burying himself inside, his thick length stretching her in ways that made tears appear at the corner of her eyes. malasia arched beneath him, her body stretching to accommodate his size.

"goddamn," he hissed through clenched teeth, "you tight as fuck."

he established a rhythm that had her clutching at his shoulders, nails digging crescents into his skin.

each thrust drove her further up the bed until he wrapped his arms around her waist in a bearhug, pulling her back to the edge, keeping her exactly where he wanted her. his muscular forearms flexed beneath her, holding her in place as he drove into her relentlessly.

"that's right, mama. just lay back. you taking this dick so good, asia. so. fucking. good." each word was punctuated with a thrust that hit something deep inside her, something that made her curl her toes and arch her back.

her fingers tangled in his close-cropped hair, nails scraping against his scalp as she held on for dear life.

"jimmy," she gasped, as he hit a spot deep inside that made stars burst behind her eyelids. "oh my god—"

he shifted his grip, large hands sliding down to cup her ass, fingers digging into the thick soft flesh as he used the leverage to drive deeper into her pussy. obscene sounds of their sexing bouncing off the walls, sounded like a song.

it would go diamond if you heard it.

the silver dress was bunched uncomfortably between them now, the metallic fabric scratching against her sensitized skin. jimmy reached down, yanking it over her head in one fluid motion, tossing it carelessly to the floor. her breasts spilled free, nipples hardening instantly in the cool air of the room.

he moved his hands under her knees to push them against the bed. his eyes glued to the image of his dick pressed into her pussy.

she felt a fire building inside her belly. she should've pushed him away. make him go. but the adrenaline pumping in her veins made her lay back and moan his name.

"we shouldn't—" she tried again. wanting to convince herself this was wong...it was wrong. but her protest dissolved into a moan as he circled his hips, grinding against her in a way that made her thighs tremble.

"the way this pussy gripping me? lookin like you dont ever want me leave." he growled, tightening his grip on her ass.

malasia's head fell back, exposing her throat to his hungry mouth. he took advantage immediately, sucking at the sensitive skin beneath her jaw, surely leaving marks she'd have to hide tomorrow. the thought of trinity seeing them sent another conflicted wave of guilt and arousal through her.

jimmy must have seen the flicker of guilt cross her face because he leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss that drove all thoughts from her mind. he wrapped his arms around her in a tight bear hug, lifting her slightly off the bed. her breasts pressed against the hard plane of his clothed chest.

"don't think about her," he commanded against her mouth. "think about how good you feelin'."

to emphasize his point, he drove into her harder, deeper, the new angle making her cry out. her arms wound around his neck, fingers tangling in his close-cropped hair, holding on as he pounded into her. the room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, of her wetness accepting him over and over.

malasia couldn't form words, could only respond with desperate moans as pleasure built inside her. jimmy's hands slid down to cup her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, controlling her movements, forcing her to take every inch of him.

"this what you been needing, ain't it?" he panted, voice rough with exertion. "this why you been walking around half-naked. wanting me to see you. wanting me to fuck you just like this?"

"jimmy, i can't—i'm gonna—" her words faltered as pressure built low in her belly, a tightening coil of sensation threatening to snap. her pussy latching onto him like a deathtrap wetting him up

"hah, not yet," he commanded, suddenly slowing his pace to torturous, deliberate strokes. "look at me first. i wanna see your face when you cum on my dick."

she forced her heavy lids open, meeting his intense gaze. the raw desire she saw there nearly undid her—how long had it been since anyone had looked at her that way? like she was something to be devoured, something precious and rare?

"that's it. you feel that ma? wanna feel every inch of this pussy." he held himself above her now, arms braced on either side of her head, watching her face with an intensity that made her feel both seen and exposed.

malasia whimpered, her body trembling beneath him as he withdrew almost completely before sinking back in with excruciating slowness. the drag of him against her walls sent sparks shooting up her spine, each nerve ending screaming for more, faster, harder—but jimmy maintained that devastating pace, a half-smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he watched her squirm.

"touch y'self for me, baby. give her some attention. she deserves it."

she hesitated. a fleeting moment of shyness washing over her despite their current position. no one had ever asked her to do this—to participate in her own pleasure so explicitly, so visibly.

"don't get shy on me now, ma," he coaxed, his free hand guiding hers downward. "show me how you like it."

her fingers trembled as they slipped between their bodies, finding the slick swollen bundle of nerves where they were joined. the first circle of her fingertips made her gasp, electricity shooting up her spine. jimmy watched, transfixed, as she began to touch herself—hesitant at first, then with growing confidence as pleasure mounted.

"that's it," he encouraged, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "just like that."

the dual sensation was overwhelming—his thick length stretching her while her own touch built a different kind of pressure. her eyes stayed locked to his, as her mouth formed an O shape. tears began to spill from her eyes as her thighs started to shake.

"whose making you feel this good? hm? whose fuckin you right now? you mines, aintchu?"

the possessiveness in his voice should have repelled her. instead, it sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her veins, pooling low in her belly where he was buried deep inside her.

"you," she cried out, her nails digging crescents into his shoulders. "you are."

"nah. that ain't enough," slowing his pace to torturous, deliberate strokes that made her squirm beneath him. he slapped her hand away to rub her clit fiercely, "whose pussy is this?"

"it's yours," she sobbed, the guilty admission flooding her center, "'i'm yours, jimmy. please—i need to cum. please, please let me cum."

"that's right," his hips continues their merciless assault on her pussy, until she started to babble incoherently, "lemme feel it, baby. go ahead, pretty girl."

a triumphant smile spread across his face, predatory and satisfied. the pressure in her belly finally snapped in violent waves, flooding jimmy with her arousal. her muscled clenching as jimmy continued his relentless pace.

her vision blurred, pleasure radiating outward from her core in concentric circles that made her toes curl and her fingers twist in the sheets. she heard herself crying out—desperate, broken sounds she barely recognized as her own. her thighs quivered uncontrollably, her inner walls gripping him with each pulse of her release.

"fuck," Jimmy hissed, his rhythm faltering as her body squeezed him. "you feel so fucking good when you cum."

with a final, brutal thrust, jimmy buried himself to the hilt and let go. his rhythm faltering as her body milked him. his body went rigid above her, muscles tensing as he spilled himself inside her with a groan that seemed to emanate from the depths of his soul. she could feel each pulse of his release, hot and thick, filling her completely.

for several heartbeats, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, the distant hum of the air conditioner, and the faint ticking of the clock on her nightstand. reality hovered at the edges of her consciousness, waiting to crash in.

and then it did.

the clock—3:27 AM. almost an hour and 30 minutes had passed. the tears came without warning, hot and shameful as they slid down her temples into her hair. jimmy lifted himself onto his elbows, looking down at her with an expression that shifted from post-coital satisfaction to something harder, more calculating.

"hey, hey," he whispered, brushing a tear away with his thumb. "c'mon. none of that. you aight, ok? we aight. relax, baby."

"oh god! what did i do, oh my god." malasia cried out into the air. his causal dismissal of her distress only made her tears flow faster, sobs echoing around the room before her hand could catch them.

"shh, these walls thin as hell," jimmy whispered, pressing a hand against her lips. His eyes, so full of desire moments ago, now held something else—more, "don't cry, ma. i gotchu, yea? you felt good? don't cry over some that felt good, ight?"

malasia's tears continued to flow silently beneath his palm. her chest heaved with the effort of containing her sobs, guilt and shame swirling together. jimmy removed his hand slowly, watching her carefully to ensure she wouldn't start wailing again.

she turned her face away, shame burning through her chest. "trinity—"

"don't think about that right now," jimmy interrupted, gently turning her face back toward him. his thumb traced the outline of her bottom lip. "just think about how nice it felt. how perfect we fit t'gether."

his words washed over her like a balm, soothing the ragged edges of her conscience. she wanted to believe him—that this hadn't been just a terrible mistake, a betrayal born from loneliness.

he withdrew from her body with careful movements, and she winced at the sudden emptiness, at the warm trickle of their combined fluids running down her thighs and onto the edge of her comforter.

"don't move," he stated before fixing himself up. she watched through tear-blurred vision as he tucked himself back into his pants and fixed his shirt. he turned to leave the room—more than likely to the bathroom.

jimmy returned with a warm, damp washcloth, kneeling beside the bed. he leaned down to flick his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her one last time, as the towel swiped against her tendered area. he cleaned their combined release from her inner thighs, from between her folds, his touch clinical yet somehow special.

jimmy's movements were practiced—too practiced, a distant part of her mind noted.

"lift up," he murmured, helping her sit upright on the edge of the bed. he moved off the bed towards her closet with a casual confidence; he knew she wouldn't question him or...this anymore.

at least for tonight.

he picked out a plain oversized shirt and a pair of panties to dress her in. he returned to her, bunching the fabric in his hands before easing it over her head. he guided her arms through the sleeves with surprising tenderness. the shirt fell to mid-thigh, covering her nakedness but not the memory of what they'd done.

he lifted one ankle, then the other, sliding the underwear over her feet, then up her calves, her knees. his fingers brushed against the tender skin of her inner thighs as he pulled the fabric higher.

"lift," he said again, and she raised her hips, allowing him to settle the cotton against her still-sensitive flesh.

when he finished, he remained kneeling between her legs, looking up at her with an expression she couldn't decipher. his hands rested on her knees, thumbs tracing small circles on her skin.

"you good?" he asked, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room.

malasia nodded, though she was anything but good. her body hummed with satisfied pleasure while her mind screamed with regret.

"lemme getchu' some water," jimmy said, rising from his position between her knees.

she watched him move through her darkened bedroom with the confidence of someone who belonged there—not a visitor, not an intruder, but someone claiming space.

when he returned, he cradled the back of her head like she was something fragile, something precious, as he held the glass to her lips. the water was cool against her throat, washing away the taste of tequila and regret. his thumb wiped away a droplet that escaped the corner of her mouth, then lingered there, tracing the outline of her bottom lip.

"you still crying?" he asked, his voice softer than she'd ever heard it. In the faint light filtering through her curtains, his eyes looked almost tender.

malasia shook her head, though she could still feel the dampness on her cheeks. "I'm just…" the words wouldn't come. how could she explain the hurricane inside her? the way her body still hummed with pleasure while her conscience screamed in protest?

jimmy set the glass down and took her face in both hands, his palms warm against her tear-stained cheeks, "you good. we good. this stays between us, yeah? our little secret. it's gone be trinity and me, but that don't mean it can't be me and you, too. ight?"

she was unable to form words around the lump in her throat.

how could she agree with his sick lullaby?

jimmy leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. despite every warning bell clanging in her mind, malasia found herself responding. the kiss deepened, his hand sliding from her chin to cradle the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair as she kissed him with just as much passion.

time seemed to stretch and compress simultaneously—the kiss could have lasted seconds or hours, malasia couldn't tell.

"i can't," she whispered, but even as she said it, her body betrayed her—leaning into his touch, craving more of the connection that had left her so thoroughly undone.

"you already did, mama." jimmy reminded her, his voice a silken caress. "and you liked it. you wanted it. we both wanted it and we both know that."

the moment felt like it should've belonged to lovers, not to whatever tangled, illicit thing they had just created.

"i gotta get back," he murmured, though he made no move to leave. his fingers traced idle patterns on the bare skin of her thigh where her oversized shirt had ridden up. "trinity's probably wondering where i'm at."

with me...

malasia nodded, but her hands betrayed her, fingers still clutching his shirt. the thought of him leaving—of being alone with what they'd done—sent a wave of panic through her chest. the room would feel too empty, too full of echoes and implications.

he gave her a small kiss, before turning to leave. after he closed her room door, she waited until she heard the front door lock before laying down and finally crying to herself. after what felt like hours, she lifted her phone to see another text from jade, and an instagram notification.

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j.us.im has sent you a friend request.

j.us.im: she's staying with me t'night.

j.us.im: taking her to her girls place tomorrow.

j.us.im: can't stop thinking about you now ma. don't matter what you tell yoself.

j.us.im: you ain't going no where.

what did she get herself into?

heyyyy, everyoneeee.

this one????….its intense. it’s gonna be intense. 🙂‍↕️ i can’t get enough of a nice toxic trope. but dw. ill be continuing the valentines day writings still. so we’ll get some sweet-ish too😜.

i’ve been going crazy yall. college is draining me. but my spring break is upon us. so i’ll finally get a chance to relax.

tell me in the comments what you guys think !

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[erenjaegerwifee]

Summers In Pandora 🌸 Day 6 - Choking

Paring: Aonung x Fem!Sully!Reader

Summary: Aonung just loves you so much he can't wait.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, choking, rough sex, impatient Aonung, secret relationship.

Word Count: 1.2k

Index: Tsahik - Na'vi spiritual leader, marui pod - huts the Metkayina live in.

Disclaimer: All my chracters are aged-up! If that makes you uncomfortable please don't read or interact with my post.

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“Hey y/n!” you heard someone shout for you, you spin around to see aonung running up to you, it instantly put a smile on your face, “oh, hey aonung whatsup?” he sported a smirk as he came to a stop in front of you, “Are you busy?” he asked gesturing to the basket on your hip.  

“No just have to take this for your mom then I’m done, why?” you smile as you walk towards Tsahik mauri pod. Aonung always had a way of sorting you out from other people, it always made your heart flutter, even when you had just arrived with your family, he was never mean to you. He taught you without the need to insult you like he did your other siblings, you never understood why until one night he expressed how much he wanted you, successfully had you laid out on your back until the next morning.  

Your relationship is not public, you family has no idea you’re under him any chance you get and neither does his, they have a feeling you like each other but it has never gone further than that. Aonung does however use you to tease your brothers when things get heated between them. Even if they are now friends, they still tend to fight a little more than you’d want for someone you liked so much.  

“Oh, nothing really I just, had the rest of the day I was hoping you would come out to the islands with me?” he smiles his charming smile at you. “Hm, I guess I could run away from a while...” you lead him on as you dropped of the basket and you both fan off. 

People have gotten used to seeing you both run wildly through the weaved paths, something about you just gravitated to him, you’ve not sure if it’s his tall stature or his muscular body, you have always found aonung extremely attractive. You told him you wanted to make a quick stop at your marui before you both left wanting to change into something more comfortable.  

You are the oldest Sully between your siblings being the same age as aonung at 20 years old. You were sort of mad when your parents had Neteyam but he quickly grew on you, they all did. Because you are an adult, you no longer live with the rest of your family, having your own marui now. You walk in and aonung follows you in, he shut your entrance flap behind him and immediately wrapped his arms around your slim figure. He buried his head in your neck kissing your skin, you always liked the way he dragged his fangs across your skin, “aonung stop, we can’t do this hear...” 

“Baby I spend every night here doing much worse than this to you” he chuckled as you melt into him letting him suck some fresh purple marks on your neck, “that’s different nung, everyone else is asleep at night” you giggle as his tongue tickled the stop.  

You try to walk away from him but he wrapped his palm around your throat keeping you close to his body. You gasp at the feeling, aonung has never done something like this to you but the way our body melted into him tilting your head back to hit his shoulder.  

You moan when his lips meet your neck again. His grip tightens as he runs his lips up to the base of your ear tugging on the earring he recently gave you. “Yea baby, but you like it regardless. And you’ll be quiet won’t you? Be a good girl yea?”  

His words make you shiver as you gave into him. The hand that wasn’t around your neck moved down your body to your hips squeezing the flesh before he moved it down to your covered cunt. Aonung’s finger circled your clit speeding up progressively. He made your loincloth wet with his actions. “Fuck yea, please don’t stop”  

“hmm wasn’t planning on it look at you cumming in your loincloth” he whispered in your ear. Your legs started to give out on you while you were coming and you leaned back on his body falling to the floor moaning. Aonung didn’t let you fall though, he held up for weight in his arms as he had you shiver. You’ve never been with a man who made you feel so good before it was surreal for you.  

He picked you up and walked you to your bed where he laid you on your back. Aonung untied your loincloth while you snuggled into you pillows looking up at him. He looked down at you with a smirk, “still want me to stop?” He asked as he untied your top tossing it to the side. Aonung face came down to your breast and kissed between them before tugging on your nipples with his fangs.  

Your body shivered as you felt him kiss down your body giving leaving light purple marks all over your skin. You tap his shoulder pulling his body above yourself and kissed him deeply. One of your hands drifted down his body feeling the rigid muscles under your finger tips. He was so build up and sexy, you couldn’t stop looking at him when you weren’t thinking about how good he fucks you most of the time. 

“No, no don’t stop baby” you said between kisses. You felt him smile on your lips which made your smile as you make out. Your hand made it down to the bulge in his loincloth and you squeezed his covered cock. One of aonung’s hands came up to your face holding your cheeks together as he progressively lost his composure. Even thought he is above you, it was always so hot to see him moan under your touch. It always made you feel so good when he told you that you’re the best he ever had.  

“Fuck y/n…take it off” he said in a strained voice that was also muffled on your lips. You licked  his lip getting access into his mouth and you both starting fighting for dominance. Your hands moved to untie his loincloth tossing it to the side and going right back down the stroke his cock. You broke the kiss to look down at it, it was always so pretty. “Such a pretty cock love, fuck me with it pleaseee” you begged him. “Fuck such good manners on you sweet thing” Aonung lined himself up to your cunt and thrusted into you harshly. He knew just how to make you cum so good every time. One of his hands came to your neck choking you down into the bed.  

Your head was spinning feeling his rough thrust and him choking you. His big hand wrapped she perfectly around your little throat it was so fucking hot. You could hardly breath feeling the way his cock pounded into your cunt. He was so close to making you cum on his cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” you chanted as he pounded you.  

“Gonna cum, I-I’m gonna cum baby!!” You screamed. Aonung smirked and fucked your harder making you gush in his cock and thighs. You scream his name pushing him over the edge cumming in your tight cunt. He let go of your throat bringing his lips down to kiss and suck on his finger prints that are now on your skin. You giggle as you feel him tickle your skin with light kissed and hug up around his neck as he whispers into your skin, “always do so good for me baby” 

You don’t think you’ll ever find a better man than Aonung.  

🌸idk why I took so long to write but I feel like I could have don’t better here. Never the less I hope you all enjoyed reading!

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[orcelito]

Looooving this song rn

[poisonevelyn]

New fic!!

a/n: this is like an alternate universe where Hamzah knocked out Martin lol

If you had to describe your best friend in 3 words it would be, kind, generous, and hilarious. You loved everything about him, the way he apologised every time after annoying you too much, or the way he’d always bring you a little gift when he would come to your apartment. However, these feelings were always platonic, right?

You always appreciated and admired how passionate he was about the stuff he loved, and when he and Martin decided to do a professional boxing match, you knew Hamzah would go all out to give it his best efforts to win.

You were beyond thrilled to be able to be there when the big event was going to happen, Hamzah just wouldn’t shut up about it. He’d tend to blabber about how much he was looking forward to the fight and how enthusiastic he was to see the fans’ reactions.

At first you were sceptical. Was this actually gonna be a fight? Or, were they just gonna turn it into a big joke? But as the months passed and both Hamzah and Martin showed progress, you truly started buying into the intoxicating energy of the big boxing match.

——————————-

The cold, gloomy toronto weather immediately bit you once you left your car. You hugged the this sweater you were wearing a bit tighter to cope with the strange feeling. You ran inside the place Hamzah had been pratteling about for about 6 months, a huge smile creeping in your face.

Once you entered the imposing building, you were surrounded by people left and right, all here to support Hamzah and Martin. “God..” Was all you could say as you scanned through the tumult of people.

A beautiful blonde woman approached you and asked for your name, which you didn’t hesitate to say, truly enchanted by the lively atmosphere. She then immediately brought you over to Hamzah’s room.

Once Hamzah’s eyes landed on your face, he smiled ever so eagerly. He felt as if the tight strings of a guitar were being gently loosened, each note of tension fading away as he saw you. It was like a balloon slowly deflating, releasing all that built-up pressure and floating freely.

“You’re the first one to arrive” He said as he ran up to you and hugged you securely, you could tell this hug was more for him than for you. “Shit, am I?” You said softly with your usual witty tone. “How much aura did i lose?” You broke away from the calming hug, anticipating his reaction. “Oh my god, how many times have I told you to stop saying aura so much” He joked back, laughed promptly filling up the room.

“I can’t help it” You said with a small shrug, still laughing along with him. Staring at him a little bit, his new striking demeanour was in the best way shocking. His platinum blonde buzz, with muscles adorning his shoulders had gave him a new wave of confidence. Your gaze lingered on his body for what felt like an eternity before he spoke again.

“Can you help me?” He said softly, your eyes quirkily peeled away from his body and into his eyes, a hint of embarrassed lurking in your mind. “Yea, with what?” You asked swiftly with a warm smile. “I need to write Martin’s name on my stomach-” His words were cut short by your snort in response to his words. “I know..” Was all he could say.

“Write his name…” A beat went by. “On your stomach?” You said with a sarcastic grin. “Okay, yea. I know it’s stupid. But I still need you to do it” Hamzah said with a soft chuckle. All you could you was shake your head and replicate his laughter.

“Alright, yea. Give me the marker” You said, giving in. He handed you the marker, the slight touch making your heart warm. You griped the marker and motioned him to remove his shirt.

He quickly complied and took of his shirt painfully slow. Your eyes nearly burning a hole in his abdomen, his new found passion for boxing has clearly payed off with well defined muscles and abs. You tried your best not to look so hard, but you had to admit, it was hard.

After discarding the shirt onto the floor, he made his way towards you. He stood in front of you, his chest rising and falling steadily as he waited. You swallowed, forcing yourself to focus on the task at hand rather than the warmth radiating off his skin.

“Alright, hold still,” you muttered, uncapping the marker with a soft pop.

Hamzah smirked. “You sure you can handle this? You look a little- distracted.” You shot him a glare, trying to mask the heat creeping up your neck. “Shut up and let me work.”

Carefully, you placed the tip of the marker against his skin, the contrast of cool ink on warm flesh sending a small shiver down his spine. You tried to keep your handwriting neat, but between his occasional twitch and the undeniable tension in the air, it wasn’t as easy as it should’ve been.

“Almost done,” you murmured, biting your lip in concentration.

He hummed in response, his voice low. “Take your time.”

You glanced up, only to catch him watching you, his eyes dark with something unreadable. The moment stretched, thick with something unsaid, until finally, you pulled back, clicking the marker shut.

“There,” you announced, stepping back to admire your work. “Martin would be proud.” Hamzah looked down at the bold, slightly uneven letters sprawled across his stomach and chuckled. “Not bad. Maybe I should get this tattooed.”

You rolled your eyes, playfully nudging his shoulder. “Yeah, because that wouldn’t be the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

He grinned, and for a second, neither of you moved. The air between you still crackled with unspoken words, unacknowledged feelings. Then, with a smirk, Hamzah leaned in slightly.

“So… do I owe you for your artistic services?”

You raised a brow. “Depends. What’re you offering?”

His smile turned mischievous. “Dinner. My treat. As a thank-you, of course.”

Your heart skipped, but you played it cool, shrugging. “Fine. But only because I’m hungry.”

“Sure,” he said, that smirk still in place. “Whatever you say.”

And with that, he grabbed his shirt off the floor, throwing it over his shoulder before heading for the door, leaving you standing there, marker still in hand, and a stupid grin on your face.

——————————-

The energy in the arena was electric, a thrumming pulse of cheers, flashing lights, and the rhythmic thud of gloves hitting pads as fighters warmed up. You sat in the front row, your hands clenched together in anticipation. Hamzah had talked about this moment for months, but now that it was happening, you weren’t sure if you were excited or completely terrified.

Martin stood in the ring already, bouncing on his heels, his face a mask of focus. Hamzah, on the other hand, took his time. He climbed through the ropes, rolling his shoulders, exuding the same cocky confidence that had made you roll your eyes at him a thousand times before. But tonight, it felt different. It wasn’t just playful arrogance. It was belief.

The bell rang.

Martin moved first, coming in with a sharp jab. Hamzah dodged it with ease, his footwork light, his movements fluid. You could tell he had trained hard for this. Months of dedication, early morning runs, strict dieting. It all showed in the way he handled himself.

Then Hamzah struck. A clean right hook. The crowd roared.

You found yourself gripping the edge of your seat, barely able to breathe as the fight unfolded. Punch after punch, dodge after dodge. It was like a brutal, well-rehearsed dance. Martin was good, but Hamzah was better.

Then it happened.

A perfect counter. Hamzah saw his opening and took it, a powerful uppercut that landed square on Martin’s jaw. Martin stumbled back, and for a split second, time seemed to freeze.

Then he dropped.

The referee rushed in, starting the count. The entire arena held its breath.

Five. Six. Seven.

Martin didn’t get up.

The crowd erupted. The announcer barely got the words out before Hamzah was already throwing his arms up in victory, his grin wide and breathless. You jumped to your feet, screaming along with everyone else, your heart racing with excitement. Hamzah had done it. He had actually done it.

Before you even realized what was happening, Hamzah was off the ring, pushing past the ropes, past his team, heading straight for you.

And then, without hesitation, he grabbed your face and kissed you.

It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t careful. It was raw, desperate, and filled with every unspoken thing that had been simmering between you for months.

For a moment, the entire world faded. The crowd, the cameras, the bright lights. It was just him and you, the taste of adrenaline and sweat on his lips, the pounding of your heart loud in your ears.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath still heavy.

“I won,” he whispered, his voice laced with disbelief, excitement… and something else.

You let out a shaky laugh, your hands still gripping his arms. “Yeah. You did.”

He smirked. “And I think I just won something else too.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. “Shut up.”

He just laughed, pulling you into another hug, the crowd still cheering around you.

And for the first time, you realized. Maybe your feelings for Hamzah had never been just platonic.

[suniix]

09 | miyamura x reader

synopsis | a secret is revealed and your promise has been kept

word count | 1.5k

note | last chapter!! sorry it took so long! also long author’s note at the end of this lolol hope you guys enjoy!

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The days seem brighter now.

Since you’ve accepted what has passed you feel as though a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. There’s no longer a nagging feeling at the back of your mind berating you for having fun with your friends. You started hanging out more, even going as far as to befriend some of your classmates.

Miyamura noticed the change too.

Just as he had managed to gain the courage to tell you he’s who you’ve been looking for, you’re nowhere to be seen.

“Stop pouting, you’re ruining my mood.”

Miyamura only sighed in response to Hori’s comment. “It’s no use, I think I should take this as a sign..”

“No way!” Hori quickly grabbed his shoulders and shook him. “You’re not wasting all this progress! After school you’re going to head over to their house and tell them! No excuses!”

“Can’t I just tell them on the walk home? It’d be easier to part ways if something goes wrong..”

“While that is a very good idea I heard Yuki wanted them to go shopping with her.”

Yea, you’re officially booked for the whole week.

Which led to him showing up at your house right after the sun had set. You had to be home by now.

Miyamura knocks, anxiously waiting to see you.

The doorknob turns and he almost stops breathing. This is it, he’s going to tell you—

“Miyamura?”

Only, it’s not you.

“Oh! Hello Miss..” The script he prepared in his head flies out the window, this is not something he expected. “Um, is (Y/n) here?”

“No they aren’t, they left a few minutes ago but never told me where they were going. I was just about to head out to look for them, it’s not good to be out so late.”

Miyamura knew this was perfect. It seemed like the odds were finally in his favor.

“I’ll go look!” He regrets responding so quickly once your grandma gives him a weird stare. “I had something I needed to talk to them about anyway.”

Your grandma sighed and Miyamura knew she had caved. “Alright, but be careful. I don’t understand why kids your age go out so late at night..” She mumbled before going back inside. Now that just leaves one question.

Where could you be?

The sound of footsteps jolts you from your thoughts.

You whip your head around, startled, only to find Miyamura doubled over, gasping for air.

“Whoa you okay? What happened!” You ask, panic rising at the thought of something happening to your grandma.

He shakes his head, still struggling to catch his breath. Relief washes over you as your heartbeat starts to settle.

“I just.. wanted to see you.” He breathed out. His words were soft and unsteady, like he was nervous.

The chilly air suddenly turned icy against your cheeks. You felt your cheeks and ears begin to burn and you found yourself thankful he wasn’t looking at you.

“O-Oh.. well..” You were unsure how to respond.

Instead, you reached out and patted the patch of grass next to you, inviting him to take a seat. He did so silently, keeping a decent amount of space between the two of you.

“So..” You decided to break the silence. “You said you wanted to see me?”

He nodded. “I went to your house, but your grandma said you weren’t home and she didn’t know where you went, so I went looking for you.”

“Oh no,” you rubbed your temple. “I thought I told her I was going to the park..”

Miyamura rubbed your back in an attempt to soothe your stress. “Don’t worry, I told her I’d find you.”

“And you did, somehow.. how’d you even find me?” You don’t recall telling him about coming here often, then again you don’t recall much of anything. You began to unconsciously pick at the grass.

“Your first day here you kept looking back at this place. I’ve been here before, it’s a nice spot for when you want to relax. To be honest I was really hoping you’d be here otherwise I wouldn’t know where else to look.”

You giggled, watching as a line of ducks passed by. That was almost a year ago and he still remembered, you wish you had a good memory like him.

“My turn to ask a question.”

There was a hint of mischief in his voice, causing you to eye him wearily. “Sure, go ahead.”

He chuckled at your cautious tone, bringing his knees to his chest. “Why’d you come out here?”

“To think.”

“About what?”

“That’s two questions.” You giggled. “I was just thinking about how much I’ve changed since I first got here.” You plucked bits of grass out of the ground.

Miyamura stayed silent.

“I mean you saw it yourself. When I first got here I was a bit.. reserved. Growing up I was always moving around so I wasn’t used to being in one place, I wasn’t… used to keeping friends.” You don’t know why you’re still talking. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s late at night and your thoughts need to be let out, or maybe it’s the fact that Miyamura radiates comfort and safety.

“There’s this boy I met and somehow we just clicked. He was the only real friend I had made, but then I moved away.”

He already knew this. Hori told him about this. He lived through this with you.

“When I met you guys, I guess I just felt guilty? It was like I was forgetting about him and moving on, but I can never forget about him.”

You lean back and lay on the grass, staring up at the sky. The grass is a bit damp, you realize. When you stand you’ll probably have a giant wet patch on the back of your sweater. “Sometimes I still wonder how he’s doing. I have so much I wanna talk to him about.”

Miyamura mimics your actions, leaning back against the damp grass. He’s gotten closer to you now.

“If you did meet him again, what would you say?”

Before you would’ve struggled to answer that question, but now the answer was clear.

“I’d tell him thank you for being my first friend and that no matter what, I’d always choose him to be my partner.”

“You know, I remember that day clearly.”

His words caught you off guard. You wanted to question what he meant by that, but the look on his face told you he had something bottled up that he needed to let out. It was his turn to speak.

“The teacher wanted us to group up with another student. Everyone had a partner except me.”

Miyamura was anxious. His heart was pounding and his stomach was twisting. It seemed all of his organs were protesting what he was about to say, but he knew he had to tell you.

He stood up and looked down at you. The gentle glow from the lamppost illuminated his face. From this angle his piercing scars were barely visible. He held out his hand to you.

You slowly reached out and placed your hand in his. He pulled you up but didn’t let go of your hand. It was warm, he was warm, the kind of warmth anyone would crave on a cold day. The chill on your back didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would.

“That's what you did.”

“What do you mean?”

“On that day when I had nobody, you held out your hand to a little boy and asked to be partners.” He intertwined his fingers with yours.

“How do you—”

Your question answered itself.

The block that had been holding back your memories seemingly disappeared and everything came rushing back, his face no longer vague in your memories of him. It made sense, the weird connection, the constant Deja vu moments— it’s always been him. He’s always been with you.

“Miyamura?.. You’re..”

He chuckled. “Surprise—”

You leaned forward and quickly pulled him into a hug, squeezing tightly. “I can’t believe it, it’s really you!”

“It’s really me.” Miyamura smiled and leaned into the hug, wrapping his arms around your frame.

The nerves from earlier were gone now, replaced with total joy. He can’t believe he was so nervous to tell you earlier, your reaction was the best thing he could’ve hoped for—

A loud gasp followed by small smacks to his arm broke the joyful moment.

“Ow! What was that for!”

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier! For the longest time, I thought!—” You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. “You let me believe Yanagi was you!!”

You quickly whip your head around in a panic. “I can’t ever face him again, not after this!!”

Miyamura could only chuckle at your worries. “Let's talk about this somewhere else, it’s getting late.”

You crossed your arms, not wanting to give in so easily to him after what you went through.

“… You owe me a pastry.”

“I’ll make you all the pastries you want.” He smiled, taking your hand in his and leading the way to his bakery shop.

note | guys ima be so fr i felt like i rushed this whole series because i didn’t wanna write for this fandom anymore, but i also didn’t wanna abandon it because some people actually enjoyed it so HERES THE FINAL CHAPTER!! thank you all for sticking around this long 🫶 this chapter isn’t the best because i pushed myself to write this right after finals and im super burnt out. i don’t plant on writing an epilogue but i am planning on rewriting this story!! don’t know when it’s gonna happen, doubt it’ll happen soon, but it will get done eventually!! (on a slightly more serious note the ao3 curse is real, so much happened to me after i started writing this that i don’t even want to write another series 😭) once a chapter is edited it will have an official title and not just the title number! again, thank you to those who stuck around, i recognize the frequent likers and commenters, your words inspired me to keep writing 🫶💕

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