#(but i promise not to edge you all like i did w part one ok!!)

[causticsunshine]

Begging You, Please (Keep Your Hands on Me)

for @subharryficfest round II ♡

explicit | H/L | multichap | non-famous, est. relationship, BDSM AU | sequel to You Can Lay Your Hands on Me

After a successful first shot at incorporating BDSM into their relationship, Harry and Louis make plans to spend their first summer together indulging in as much playtime as possible. If there are some learning curves and speedbumps along the way, well—isn’t that just the way life goes?

A sequel/continuation of ‘You Can Lay Your Hands on Me’, where Harry’s very sweet and caring boyfriend also becomes his dom. 

(please check the tags and A/N before reading!)

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exoplanet p.1

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ellie williams x fem! reader (ur kind of a girly girl in this one sorry)

summary: you’re one of the luckiest people in the world as one of the few families that managed to gain entrance to the most exclusive safezone on earth. after living 19 years of your life in a soft and forgiving world, a lab accident sends you across the country to jackson, wyoming, entirely unprepared and unaware of what awaits you in the real world. its a good thing u run into a hot lesbian wink wink nudge nudge

a/n: now listen now hear me out i know this plot sounds kooky asf and im sorry i literally thought this shit up in a covid fever dream. but anyway i basically blacked out at the keyboard and have about 6k words to show for this weekend and no completed hw. i can’t believe im writing. this im so sorry

warnings: ellie is mean asf at first, reader is clueless and cannot do a pushup, you’re also a little bit of a snob and have a fixation on etiquette.  i promise it gets better just bear w me lMAO. she/her pronouns for the reader, v vanilla violence and explicit language. kinda enemies to lovers vibe

im so sorry u guys idk what got into me this is the goofiest au i’ve ever written ok but i just want ellie to get to learn abt the stars and shit after all she’s been thru she deserves it ok enjoy part 2 coming whenever i finish it.

wc: 6k

It wasn’t that you didn’t know that something bad had happened to the rest of the world. You did. Of course you did. You’d have to be a special kind of stupid to not realize that there was maybe something else going on when no one was allowed outside of the walls and anyone who returned told hushed stories of decimated buildings and piles of corpses.

It was just difficult to grasp the idea of the world you knew no longer existing outside the bounds of the city. To anyone before the pandemic, you’re sure that you lead what seemed like a normal life for any privileged kid.

You had two parents, both of whom loved you very much. You went to an elementary school, then a middle school, and then eventually high school and university. You went shopping with your friends. You watched movies and ate shitty junk food and had first kisses and went on ice cream dates. You studied what captivated your interest the most—space—and threw your soul into learning about the physics of the universe.

You laid on your dorm bed, playing with the edges of your pink comforter as you gossiped with your roommate, Irena, about the professor that she thought was hot and the boy who tried to harass you for your number after you’d finished up getting lunch.

You lived a normal life, which is pretty ironic, because the only reason you got to say that was because you were born to not-normal people who had been at the right place at the right time when the world fell apart.

You see, when everyone got sick, some areas got hit harder than others. And your parents, who were vacationing in some swanky exclusive Canadian resort that only the elite knew about, happened to hit the jackpot.

Not only was their vacation spot the one area in North America with a significant metropolitan population that managed to get enough time to adequately prepare, they happened to be traveling with some big-wig execs that knew a guy who knew a guy who was in the process of evacuating and putting the final touches on a safe zone, Terranova, intended for only the highest rungs of North American society.

So, there you were. Some 25 years or so after the world as your ancestors knew it fell to shit—and you were sipping cappuccinos and getting facials without a care in the world. All because of a lucky vacation.

And, for the record, it’s not that you were ungrateful. You knew that you were lucky to be living in the last place on earth with a semblance of normalcy. What you didn’t know, however, was just how lucky you were, and you didn’t find this out until you made that one stupid mistake in Gunther’s lab.

~

“Morning, Y/N!” called out Professor Gunther, a short, squatty man with a receding hairline so impressive that his forehead now ended halfway up his scalp.

“Morning, Professor,” you said, setting your bag down on the desk, winding your long scarf from around your neck and running a hand through your hair to get the tangles out. The wind outside had been especially fierce for February, which was not ideal given that you'd forgotten your hat at home.

“Guess what I’ve got?” Gunther was smiling, his teeth perfect white squares.

You gasped. “No. It’s already here?”

He said nothing; instead, he pushed forward a slightly battered box with dents and various smudges and marks that were telltale indicators for outside shipments.

“No way,” you said, pulling it into your hands. For a moment you debated using your nails to open the seam, but you’d just gotten them done, so you reached for a pair of scissors on the table.

“This is even more than we need,” you told Gunther, reaching in to pull out a spool of wire that shimmered under the lab lights. “Can I just hook it up now? Or is there something else I should do?”

There was, in fact, something that you should’ve done before going with your pliers and wire. Something about your model wasn’t quite right, but you’d figure that out a little too late.

You see, you and old Professor Gunther were attempting to build a prototype that would enable travel at the speed of light. It did sound insane—and you should’ve known that it was a pipe dream—but you were a space nerd with nearly limitless funding and support from one of the most famous surviving professors in the world. It had been Gunther’s pet project, one that you joined as a research assistant in your first year at the university. Once you’d caught wind of it, you couldn’t stay away, and you two quickly began to form a connection only understood by lonely and isolated academics.

“Go for it,” said Gunther, waving his hand dismissively.

Excitedly, you approached the table, your hands almost shaking as you held the wire. It was a fairly new invention, first used in the creation of Terranova and its walls to effectively make it invisible to the outside world. It boasted a variety of properties that made it academically fascinating and functionally useful. Gunther had had a suspicion that it would be useful in stabilizing the process of disseminating atoms to make light speed travel possible, so you’d placed the order for a couple of spools.

“And I think that’s it,” you said, using your pliers to shape the blunt edge that you had just clipped and plugging it into the circuit board. A purple sheen seemed to vibrate around the bundle of wires and boxes.

Gunther leaned over your shoulder, peering at everything through the spectacles perched on his pudgy nose. “Well done, dear. Say, before we turn this thing on and start running some preliminary tests, would you mind grabbing us some tea from the caf? My treat.”

“Of course,” you said, standing up and brushing your hands off. “Lapsang?”

He nodded. “And anything you’d like.”

You pulled my scarf back on, pulling it snugly around your neck and snatching your bag from the table. The walk to the cafeteria was short, but it was cold enough to require suiting up again. You ordered, paid with Gunther’s card, and sat quietly as you watched the snow fall outside.

It was a beautiful morning. The wind had died down, leaving the snow to fall from the gray skies in fat, puffy flakes. The city outside was quiet, with only the gentle hum of the occasional car to break the silence.

“Y/N! A Lapsang Souchong and a Jasmine Green?”

You leapt up and grabbed the two disposable cups, smiling widely at the barista. “Hey, would you mind throwing a bag of coffee in too?”

“Anything specific?” he asked.

“I don’t know anything about coffee,” you admitted. “Anything that isn’t decaf. It’s for my roommate.”

He nodded and rang you up for the coffee, and you were back on your way.

“My dear!” boomed Gunther when you came back, throwing the lab door open and nearly floating off the ground in excitement.

“Lapsang with a spot of honey, as always,” you said, passing the cup into his hands. The bite from the heat slowly faded from your palm—the barista had forgotten to put a sleeve on his cup.

“Lovely,” he said, setting it down next to you. “I’m just going to go ahead and flip the switch…keep your wits about you! Haha.”

“Ha,” you said, though suddenly you were getting more nervous. The longer you looked at the wires, the less sense they made. And was that two uncovered wires touching? ”Hey, wait, actually—”

Click.

A hum filled the room as the power flicked on. The bright white overhead lights flickered once, twice, and then went out. Something that smelled suspiciously like smoke filled the room.

“Fuck!” Gunther fumbled for the switch. You, similarly, lunged forward to see if you could manually disconnect the wires from the input. “It’s short circ—”

As soon as you made contact with the input wire, you heard the sound of a cup tipping over seconds before the splashing of hot tea.

Then everything went black.

~

When you awoke, it was because you were shaking so hard that your teeth were clicking painfully together.

Slowly, you pulled open my eyelids to see a brilliantly blue sky without a cloud in sight, wide and unimpeded by any skyscrapers. This was definitely not Gunther’s lab.

You groaned as feeling began to return to your body, along with a thudding headache and soreness in every joint. Gently, you pressed your weight into your fingers and slowly sat yourself up, making observations as you went.

You were not dead. Your heart was still beating and your nerves still functioned as usual. You had no idea how long you'd been lying on the ground, but it had to have been at least an hour given that the sun was almost in the middle of the sky.

Another observation: you were nowhere near Terranova.

Instead, you were in the clearing of a forest, surrounded by trees with unfamiliar trunk patterns and leaves. A thick bed of white snow coated everything in sight except for you.

You were well and truly fucked. There was nowhere even remotely nearby the city that you knew was in a fully forested area.

Though at least now you held the title of the first person alive to travel at light speed. It was a small comfort, but it was something to cling to.

A shriek sounded behind you, and you spun around, still seated on the ground. The forest line was clear, but you could hear rustling. For a moment you considered that it could be an animal, but it didn’t sound like any woodland creature. It sounded unmistakably human.

“Hello?” you called out.

The shriek came again, accompanied by more crunching—both much closer this time.

“Are you alright?” you asked, hoping your voice would carry to whoever it was. “Are you hurt?”

A mangled man suddenly came into sight as he fell into the clearing from a lopsided sprint, barreling right towards you. One of his knees was bent outwards as he went, so badly it looked broken, but it wasn’t enough to slow him down as he ran towards you.

You screamed, a real and proper one that pierced the frigid air. There was no time for to run as the man closed the gap and rammed into you, his filthy hands gripping your arms through your heavy jacket as his snapping teeth and rancid breath lunged for your neck.

Bang!

A single shot rang out. The man fell limp, slumping on top of you as you frantically snapped into motion and scrambled out from under him.

“Who the fuck are you?”

You whipped back around to see a girl standing at the other side of the clearing, a revolver in her hand and an incredibly cross expression etched into her features. She must’ve been around your age, and she had short auburn hair that barely brushed her shoulders and was being tossed about by the wind. There was a spattering of freckles across her face, muted against the backdrop of her cheeks reddened from exertion.

“Hi,” you said, your voice small and pathetic. You couldn’t stop shaking. “I’m Y/N.”

The girl just stared at you for a few more beats before turning back. “Jesse! Dina! Some help?”

You pulled your knees into your chest as you waited for whatever was to come. Now that the man was off of you, you could see that there was blood trickling from his gaping maw. Something that looked almost like shards had sprouted, like little spring buds, in little areas around his face. Even his normal, unshard-ed skin was a pallor that looked like death. Something wasn’t right here.

“Okay,” said the girl, gruffer this time. “Listen, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are just waltzing in like this, but this isn’t open to the public, alright? You’re trespassing.”

“Sorry,” you said, shrinking further into yourself as you thumbed the edges of your scarf. “I didn’t know.”

“Get the hell out of here,” she said, grabbing your backpack from the ground near her feet and throwing it at you.

Two other people emerged from the trees, another girl and one guy. They all seemed roughly the same age—early 20s, maybe—and were all carrying various weapons ranging from guns to knives.

To say you were on edge would be the understatement of the century.

They spoke in hushed tones as they approached the first girl.

“I don’t understand,” the other girl said, long black locks escaping from her ponytail. “We literally just patrolled this area. There’s no way to get here without either going through the town or going over the pass, and no one’s done that.”

“And you’re sure you didn’t see her then?” The boy looked curiously at you.

“Fucking obviously,” snapped the first girl. “I think we would’ve noticed.” Then, directed at you: “Hey. How’d you even wind up here?”

“Uh….” Your mouth became dry. “Where am I again?”

The girl rolled her eyes. “You’re telling me you don’t even know?”

“Ellie,” warned the other girl. “Maybe she’s been out here for a while. Hypothermia can make you think crazy things.”

“She doesn’t look like she’s been out here for long,” pointed out the first girl, presumably Ellie.

“You’re right outside Jackson,” said the other girl helpfully.

“How close am I to Terranova?”

“The fuck is Terra-whatta?” Ellie frowned at you.

“Where I live,” you said. “I—I’m a student there. I was working on a project and something went wrong and then all of a sudden I woke up here and—what is that thing?” You gestured frantically at the limp body of the man beside you, the shock slowly subsiding as reality set in. “He almost killed me!”

Ellie gaped at you along with her two friends. “What do you mean, what is that thing? Have you never seen a runner before?”

“A runner?” You stared back. “These things are normal enough for you to have a name for them?”

“Oh my god,” said Ellie, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers. “Have you, like, never been outside before?”

“No,” you said, honestly. “I’ve never left the city walls.”

“We have got to take her back with us,” said the other girl.

“Dina.” Ellie scowled. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Dina’s right,” said the guy, finally chiming in. “We can’t just leave her out here. She doesn’t even know what a runner is. She’s gonna be killed like that.”

Ellie considered, gnawing her lip. “Fine. Consider this your lucky day, Y/N. Get up.”

The first thing you did upon reaching your feet was faint once again.

~

“I told you, Joel, we just found her like this! Lying on the ground, with nothing but her bag.”

A man said something that you couldn’t quite catch.

“Yes. I went through it. No weapons, just…weird things. Like this.”

Your eyes snapped open to see Dina rooting around in your backpack, pulling out your laptop. You were laid horizontally on a table in some warmly lit home.

“Hey!” you said. She turned around, along with a tall, buff man at her side. “Be careful with that. That has all my homework on it.”

“See?” Dina whispered. “Do you think she hit her head or something, Joel?”

Joel frowned, picking up your laptop despite your protests. “I haven’t seen one of these in…I can’t even remember how long. And I’ve never seen one this slim before. Where’d you say you got this, er…”

“Y/N,” Dina supplied.

“From my university,” you said. There was a fire that crackled somewhere behind you, and it sounded comforting. “They provide all students with laptops. That’s how we do most of our schoolwork.”

“Let me guess,” said Joel. “You from the North? A place called Terra Something?”

“That’s a real thing?” Ellie came from around the corner, standing with her arms crossed. She’d changed out of her heavy winter coat and was instead wearing a dark gray hoodie with the strings tied into a bow.

“Never been there myself,” he said. “But when I was doing supply runs back in Boston we always heard whispers of a safezone in Canada. For rich assholes who had some even richer survivalist friends. The Fireflies attempted to break in for years, but they could never find it.”

“So, like a QZ?” asked Ellie, looking genuinely curious.

“What’s a QZ?” you asked. No one acknowledged it.

“Not quite,” said Joel. “No FEDRA. With no military presence, I’m sure it was a hell of a lot cushier living there. Wasn’t it, Y/N?”

“I don’t have anything to compare it to,” you said. “But, yeah. I guess it was nice. It was just normal, I guess. Nothing extraordinary.”

“You’re wearing a cashmere scarf,” Joel pointed out. “That’s not what I’d call normal in the apocalypse.”

You blushed, pulling at the fringes of said black scarf. The fabric was thin and soft, impossibly warm against your bare neck. “It didn’t—it doesn’t feel like the apocalypse in Terranova.”

“And how’d you make it all the way out here?”

“I’m a research assistant for a professor attempting to invent travel at the speed of light,” you said. “We just hooked it up to a different wire today. It short-circuited and when my professor and I rushed to shut it off, he spilled his tea on me and the prototype. Next thing I knew, I woke up here.”

Joel blinked. “What now?”

“I know it sounds crazy,” you said, defensively pulling your knees to your chest. “But I’m telling the truth, honestly. Plus, look at me.” You let go of your scarf and held out your hands, letting the glow of the fire catch the immaculate pearl polish on your fingers. “Do I look like someone who’s traveled from Canada to wherever I am now?”

“She’s got a point,” said Dina, nodding thoughtfully. “It really must be nice where you come from to have hands like that. It doesn’t look like you’ve done a day of work in your life. Reckon you could take us back with you?”

Joel sent her a stern look. “What did you parents do to gain access to a place like that? You the daughter of the president or something?”

“No. They just got lucky,” you explained. “They were summering in Canada and happened to befriend the founders of Terranova right before outbreak day.”

“‘Summering’,” repeated Joel. “It’s been a while since I heard someone use a season as a verb. Somehow it’s not been long enough.”

You cringed.

“I’m not gonna lie, it’s a little disappointing to hear that folks like your parents are still living in the lap of luxury, even after the world ended,” said Joel. “A part of me hoped that karma would get ‘em.”

“I didn’t realize how bad it was out here,” you said defensively. “They didn’t even tell me about…what was that that tried to kill me out there? Walkers?”

“Runners,” Ellie supplied. She watched you quietly from her position leaning up against the couch.

“You ran into one?” asked Joel, another wrinkle appearing in his forehead. “Ellie, have you checked her for bites?”

Ellie’s freckled face paled as she swore. “Fuck. No, I forgot. I should’ve done it in the clearing.”

“Well, better now than never. Listen, I gotta meet up with Tommy. You check ‘er. You got a gun ready, just in case?”

“Excuse me?” you scoffed, looking thoroughly scandalized. “What do you mean, just in case?”

“I’ll be outside,” said Dina, following Joel as he left the door.

“How come it’s my job?” Ellie called after them. “No one asked me how I felt about this!”

The door banged shut in reply. She turned back to face you, her lips set into a firm line. “Fine. Take your coat off. Let’s make this quick.”

“I didn’t feel anything bite me,” you said, grabbing your knees tighter to your chest. Ellie was intimidating and scary, and you rather liked how you currently wore an extra layer of protection.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say.” She walked over to you, grabbing your scarf and unwinding it from your neck. “Shit. Is this what Joel called cashmere?”

“Yeah,” you said, watching as she stared at the fabric pooled in her hands. “It’s nothing special, really. Everyone wears them in Terranova.”

Ellie stared at you. “Can you stop saying Terranova? I swear it’s every third word that comes out of your mouth. I honestly couldn’t give a shit about whatever fantasyland you grew up in while the rest of us dealt with the real world.”

You opened your mouth, then thought better of it and closed it. It was discombobulating to hear a stranger swear so often at you.

Ellie knocked your hands from your knees and stared down at you. “Are you actually gonna make me take off everything myself? Do they have hired help to unzip your coats in Terra Novella?”

“Terranova.”

Ellie let out a sharp sigh, then lunged for the zipper near your throat.

“Okay, okay, fine,” you said, yanking yourself away and pulling your zipper down to reveal your standard lab outfit—a satiny button up shirt tucked into slacks. You pulled the rest of your puffer off, letting it drop in a pile next to you.

“So,” you said as Ellie grabbed your arm, gently rolling up the fabric of your blouse and turning your forearm back and forth, “Is this, like, a normal thing? To have deranged people in the woods attack you like that?”

“They’re not people,” she said quietly. Satisfied with your left arm, she moved to the next and let your unbuttoned sleeve fall. “Not anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

Ellie’s fingers encircled your right wrist as she fiddled with your sleeve. They were warm as they brushed across your skin, just barely touching you. “You really don’t know? I thought you at least knew about outbreak day.”

“Of course I know about outbreak day,” you said defensively. “I’m not stupid.”

Ellie arched a brow.

“They told us that it was a virus,” you added. “That it was lethal and incredibly infectious. Is that not what happened?”

“It’s not a virus, it’s a fungus,” corrected Ellie, letting go of your sleeve and stepping back as you redid the buttons at your wrist. “And it doesn’t just kill. It turns you into—into something like what you saw today. You lose your mind. The only thing that matters to you is biting everyone and spreading the infection.”

“Oh.”

“I saw you get tackled. Did your legs get scratched up at all?”

“No,” you responded, feeling thankful that you wouldn’t need to take your pants off. In that moment, literally nothing seemed more embarrassing. Your hands had begun to shake again.

“Didn’t think so.”

“If it had bitten me, would that mean that I…I would get sick too?”

“Nice going, Sherlock,” said Ellie, returning to her spot against the couch. “Really stellar reasoning skills there.”

You pulled your knees back into your chest, the gravity of the situation sinking in. All this time you’d thought it was just a virus—a measly virus that killed. That it could be anything else had never occurred to you.

“Keep shaking and I’m going to start to think that you were bitten.” She smiled thinly at you from across the room.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your teeth bouncing against each other once before you clenched your jaw. “Please cut me some slack. This is just a lot to take in. If you’ll recall, I’ve just been the first person in history to undergo atomic dissolution and reassembly. It’s a wonder I’m still alive.”

“Welcome to the club,” said Ellie, her eyes narrowed. “It’s a wonder any of us are alive.”

Your lips pressed tightly together as you sat, trying your best not to lose it at her. You’d always been brought up to be kind, to be forgiving and sweet and polite. After all, there was never any reason not to be. Terranova’s culture put a heavy emphasis on keeping the peace no matter what. Your parents rarely ever raised their voices. Your professors kindly and respectfully asked their pupils to settle down if they were too noisy, but since you were all brought up with impeccable manners, such instances were few and far between. It just wasn’t a thing to chew strangers out. Such behavior was only reserved for extraordinary situations of the like you’d never experienced. Speaking of manners…

“Thank you,” you said, finally. Yeah, you could be the bigger person.

Ellie’s gaze snapped up to you, her brow furrowed. “Huh?”

“For saving me,” you clarified, avoiding her eyes. They were uncomfortably piercing. “Sorry. I should’ve thanked you earlier. That was rude of me. And I’m also sorry for just barging in here. I promise it wasn’t on purpose. Trust me, I would do anything to be back home right now.”

“I bet you would.” Her eyes dropped briefly to your hands, unblemished and smooth as they clutched your knees. Not even a cuticle was out of place, a result of your weekly manicures and daily lotion habit.

“Sorry,” you said again, feeling heat rise in your cheeks once again. “I probably sound so insufferable and spoiled to you.”  

“Just—” She paused, frowning. “Just stop apologizing. It’s fine. It’s not your fault, or whatever.” The words seemed to pain her.

“What’s a QZ?” you asked. Now that you’d had a moment to draw in a few deep breaths, your hands were steady once again.

“Quarantine Zone,” said Ellie. “Established by what was left of the government for those of us normal people. There are a couple scattered around the country in the big cities.”

“Did you live in one? What’re they like?”

She was about to answer when the door banged open.

“Ellie!” Dina’s voice was breathless. “Joel wants me and you to go out and finish the patrol route together. She alright?”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, hanging your legs off the table and reaching for your puffer.

“God, I fucking love that shirt,” said Dina. “Can I touch it? It looks so soft.”

You had a feeling that you would get on well with her. “Sure.”

“It’s not that soft,” said Ellie from the couch.

“Shut up, Ellie!” Dina walked over to you, grabbing the dangling fabric from your loose sleeves and letting it thread through her fingers. “Sorry about her, Y/N. She’s just like that sometimes.”

“Dina!”

Dina ignored Ellie’s protests, giving you a look full of mirth as she stepped back. “For the record, it was that soft.”

“You couldn’t wear it anywhere,” argued Ellie. “It looks ridiculous. Infected would just snag right onto the sleeves. That’s only if you didn’t get tangled up in a tree from all that loose fabric first.”

“There’s not an abundance of trees or sick fungus people in my research lab,” you said awkwardly. “So that’s not really something that crossed my mind when I got ready this morning.”

“Ha!” Dina’s eyes scrunched. “Ellie, be nice. Maybe she’ll claim us both as her long-lost sisters and get us into wherever she came from, but she’s not gonna if you keep acting like this.”

“It’s okay,” you said, shrugging. “I get it. I can’t even begin to imagine how much different your lives are out here. And, I mean, I probably could if you wanted. I’m pretty sure that all you need is a connection and a negative test for whatever the fungus is called.”

“See?” Dina gestured towards you. “Listen to her. She’s so wholesome.”

“I’d be wholesome too if I led the kind of life where I didn’t know about the infected and got to wear dumb shirts like that all day.”

Dina huffed. “Listen, Y/N, Ellie and I are gonna finish up with patrolling. I’m assuming you want to stay in Jackson until you figure everything out?”

You nodded. “If that’s alright. I don’t mean to impose.”

“We’ll talk to Maria and Tommy once we get back and see about getting you set up somewhere temporarily,” said Dina. “For now, you can just stay at Ellie’s until we finish up. Sound good?”

“Dina!” protested Ellie. “You’re just gonna leave her here unattended without even asking me?”

“What’s she gonna do? Ransack the town? With what weapon, Ellie? Her bare hands? She looks like she’d be blown over if I breathed too hard in her direction.”

You flushed. Sure, you’d never really seen much of a point of bulking up and working out when you were nothing but a student who spent all of her time goofing off with wires and telescopes, but it was humbling to have it pointed out so blatantly.

“She wouldn’t make it a day outside,” continued Dina. “I don’t think she’s stupid enough to try anything. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You blinked. “I mean, yeah. I’ve never spent a day without electricity and hot running water, so I’m not really clambering to leave and live in the woods.”

Ellie sighed sharply. “Fine. Cool. Whatever. Just stay where you are, okay? And don’t even think about touching anything.”

~

By the time that she returned with Joel, you were sitting at the table, 2 chapters deep into the one textbook you’d brought along with you for one of your courses.

“Glad to see the house still standing,” Joel quipped as he worked his heavy coat off his shoulders and pulled his boots off. Ellie trailed behind him, hanging up her coat and pulling off a pair of black gloves. “Ellie was concerned you’d raze the whole town.”

“I’m honored that she thinks me so capable,” you said in response, wincing as you had to dogear your textbook, your bookmarks and sticky notes tucked safely in your dorm desk far away.

Ellie sent you an irritated look before her gaze dropped to the textbook in your lap. It lingered for a moment, just long enough for you to know that she was reading the title Exoplanetary Systems.

“Tommy and Maria have decided to let you stay until you get back on your feet,” said Joel, oblivious to the hostility coming from Ellie. “There’s a cottage down the street that’ll be ready for you to move into soon. For now, you can stay with us. There’s an extra room across the hall from Ellie’s.”

“That’s too kind of you,” you said, your voice smooth and gracious after years of having your manners picked apart by your parents.  

Joel looked mildly uncomfortable. “Uh, yeah. Don’t mention it. You know how to ride a horse?”

“Yeah, a little.”

“Good,” said Joel. “Can you shoot, too?”

You stared. “Uh, shoot what?”

“A gun,” said Ellie slowly. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her mouth contorted into a scowl. She did not seem overjoyed at the prospect of a new housemate.

“No,” you said. Your ears felt like they were on fire. “There’s, uh, a strict ban on guns in Terr–where I grew up. There was no reason to shoot anything.”

Joel whistled. “Well, imagine that. So maybe we won’t put you on patrol just yet. We’ll find something else for you to do. Got any other skills?”

Before you answered, Joel picked up your bag and peered inside of it. “Say, is this a bag of coffee?”

He pulled out the bag of coffee grinds that you’d picked up at the cafe.

“Yeah!” you said. “Before the, uh, accident, my professor sent me to get him tea from the cafeteria. I ended up picking those up since my roommate and I were out. You drink coffee?”

“Not much anymore,” said Joel, picking up the bag and weighing it back and forth. “It’s hard to come by out here. You have to pay an arm and a leg to get just a bit. I haven’t seen a bag like this since before the outbreak.”

“It’s yours,” you said quickly. “I don’t even really like coffee. I just drank it because my roommate would make me a cup.”

Joel shook his head and placed it back in your bag. “No, I couldn’t do that. I’d probably have to trade my whole arsenal plus a horse to get something this big.”

“Please, I insist,” you said. “It’s the least I can do. It’s just going to sit in my bag anyway. You’d appreciate it more.”

“Well…” Joel gave you a considering look. “I s’pose this could cover your work for a few weeks until either we find another job for you or Ellie teaches you to shoot.”

“Joel!” Ellie interjected. “I have my own shit to do.”

“That’s really generous of you,” you said, smiling at Joel. “But you could honestly just take the bag—no need to offer any reimbursement.”

Joel grunted and picked the bag up again, slinging it onto the counter behind him. “Maria’s never gonna believe me until she sees this. Full bag of monsoon malabar…didn’t even think they had that shit anymore…” He continued to mumble to himself as he shuffled around, opening and closing cabinets behind you.

When you looked back up, Ellie was staring again at your book, a line in her brow.

“You can borrow it, if you’d like.” You pushed the book towards her as a poor attempt to call a truce between you two. “It’s not like I actually need to do the reading anymore. I’m already missing lecture.”

You winced at the thought of getting behind in your classes. In the very likely case you weren’t getting back in the next few days, you’d probably need to take a gap semester and return in the fall, delaying your graduation date another 4 months. Your parents were going to kill you. This was going to create an unfillable hole in your resume. “Shooting a gun” and “riding horses” were not acceptable activities to explain away why you took a whole season off.

“No thanks,” said Ellie, pushing it back to you. “Keep it. I don’t want it.”

“It’s about solar systems outside of our locale,” you continued. “There’s a bunch of them. It’s actually really interesting.”

“It doesn’t really sound like it,” she said, but there was no venom behind her voice—just something that sounded like exhaustion.  

“Maybe not.” You sighed, deflated. So much for a white flag. “I guess it must seem pretty ridiculous to you.”

Ellie stood there, her arms still crossed and her frown deep. “Joel,” she said, speaking over your shoulder, “I’m going out. I’ll see you later.”

“Don’t do anything stupid,” said Joel. You could hear him bustling around in what you assumed was a kitchen, filling a kettle with water and lighting the gas top stove.

When you turned back around, Ellie was already out the door, coat slung over her arm as she shut it.

Before the door closed entirely, her eyes snapped up to meet yours like she knew you’d been watching her.

She was gone before you had the chance to lift your hand to wave goodbye.

again apologies for this if you’ve made it this far. please confiscate my laptop. part 2 coming soon (?) if u want also im not an astrophysics student im a thickheaded cs student who barely survived ap physics so im sorry if i’m doing a disservice to the academic field of astronomy idk shit about it 

[hoonshouse]

Heyy, can u pls write jay or heeseung ff hurt comfort? Maybe the reader having an argument with them and they give them the silent treatment but they make it up for them later, fluffy ending pls, thank u sm 🫶🏻

this is mostly angst w a little fluff at the end i hope that’s ok ♡

“Heeseung—“

You’re quiet for the first time in an hour, just staring at him in disbelief. You knew this argument wasn’t anywhere close to being resolved, but something about the way he said don’t you think you’re being a little bit immature stung you. He doesn’t usually talk so harshly to you. Sure, he could’ve said worse, but that doesn’t change that what he did say was making your heart ache and not in the happy, lovesick kind of way.

“I’m going to take a walk. I need some space.”

Heeseung’s eyes are all over you, scanning your face and body language to see what just happened—what just went wrong. He starts to say your name, but he lets it die down on his tongue and he lets you walk out the door.

He hasn’t stopped calling and texting you since. You’ve been ignoring him, and you know that’s not the “mature” thing to do, especially when you can tell he’s worried by the tone of his messages, but the larger part of you doesn’t care. You’re too hurt to stop yourself from causing more.

I’m so sorry, y/n.

I never should have said that.

I didn’t mean to hurt you.

Please just tell me you’re safe.

All unanswered.

You take your time making it back to your apartment, entering it silently and walking past a pale-faced Heeseung to your bedroom where you plan to go right to sleep. “Y/n,” Heeseung calls softly as he pads towards your room with you, his voice sounding dejected. “Y/n, please just look at me, baby.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek before begrudgingly turning to look at Heeseung. His eyes are round, pleading, and his pretty lips are parted like he’s witnessing his life instead of living it. He’s watching the crash.

When Heeseung realizes you’re not going to just turn your back to him again—that you’re actually giving him a chance—he drops to his knees, taking your hands in his. You sit down on the edge of the bed, looking into the eyes of someone that loves you so much they’re willing to quite literally put you above themselves.

“Baby, I’m so, so sorry.” He kisses the mess of your hands in his palm and holds them to his cheek as if they might disappear any second. “I should have been more careful with my words. I never want to hurt you.” He sighs and presses many more kisses to your hands.

“Heeseung, you know how much it hurts me when it feels like you’re discrediting my feelings.”

“I know, baby. I know.” He frowns and moves your entanglement of hands until one hand of fingers is laced through yours. His eyes are genuine as they stare into yours and the sadness reflected back to you makes you feel sorry for him and for you. “I got frustrated and I was careless. I hurt you and I’m so sorry.”

You wipe away the single tear that pricks your eye and exhale heavily, free hand finding Heeseung’s soft hair. “I love you, Hee. I know you would never hurt me on purpose.”

The pretty stars are back in his eyes, easily outshining the pain that was there before. Heeseung wraps his arms around your waist and pulls, head resting on your thighs as he hugs you to himself. “Never, baby. I promise.” He turns his head till his lips are on you, innocently littering your thighs with kiss after kiss in thanks.

You can’t help but giggle at his display of gratitude, laughing even harder when his hair tickles the smallest bit of exposed skin and when he nuzzles his head playfully against you.

The next time he looks back up at you, he’s grinning from ear to ear, eyes soft and adoring. You can’t help but think that that look tells you more about his heart than a few frustrated words ever could.

cr. cafekitsune for dividers ♡

[cielles-random-vault]

a lonely night (miguel ohara x gn!reader)

‼️ consider this as the second part of the series‼️

disclaimer: it's still an ongoing series and i'll organize it when i will have written more episodes though i don't like the idea of a timeline bc it's like one shots and 🧍🏻‍♀️ idfk bro i js specified for clarity

this is the very first part of my lonely series! idk if i will make this series a miguel x reader only but :> even made my own tag 🦦

part two/one here !

also you don't need to read all the stories to like understand the plot they're js one shots and a good way to cope w my crippling loneliness (this is actually a call for help /srs

Warning: implied suicide (not really because it’s a cliffhanger but it may be triggering to some people idk so I’m still putting a warning.)

Also I’m not really sure abt the “don’t put words in my mouth” bc I’m not a native speaker but in case it isn’t clear I meant that reader basically said “don’t make me say what I didn’t say”

Also 2 there is no mention of gender bc I’m trying my best to like write for my fellow enby pals but jk reader will be fem bodied.

Also 3 I’m asking this once again but please reblog this if you liked it it helps small writers a lot please and fank yew

Also 4 BIG THANKS TO DEEPL WRITE FOR PROOFREADING THIS WHEN I WAS LAZY TO IT MYSELF some AIs need their ass ate fr

(ignore the random ass banner lmao)

You were chilling on a rooftop before you felt a familiar presence.

-What are you doing up this late, carino? Asked the voice.

You didn’t know why neither how, but somehow you instantly knew it was him.

The one who was known to save every universe despite everything.

He sure was a good leader, sometimes he was mean, but it was all for the sake of the many universes he had to protect.

He was a good leader for sure, but a good lover? There’s no way you could count on that.

You loved him very much and you know how painful it was for him to show any kind of affection, but tonight you had too much of holding everything inside.

He put his hands on your waist, sneaking a kiss on your lips before sitting next to you, both your legs dangling in the shining lights of the city.

The weather was cold for a beginning of summer, but it was nothing compared to the cold residing in your heart.

Your relationship was bound to come to an end, and you were here for this end to come.

-Is something wrong my love? Miguel hastened to ask when he noticed your expression was off.

-Do you truly love me? You asked, ignoring his question.

He stiffened at the hearing of your question.

-Of course, why wouldn’t I? he asked worried.

-Listen. I’m going to be straightforward with you. I’m pregnant. And I want the baby to have both parents when they grow up. And I think, with both of us being heroes, this won’t work. Don’t put words in my mouth, I do love you with all my heart and you know it. But I can’t do it anymore. (tears start falling on your cheeks but you continue anyway:)  I am grateful for all the things we lived but I think our relationship is meant to end anyway. I’m sorry but I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

You stood at the edge of the building and disappeared in a snap.

-Goodbye, Miguel.

~~~~

You woke up in a hurry, instinctively looking for your husband.

-Is everything ok, my love? Miguel was quick to ask. (he put a hand on your forehead) did you catch a cold or something? You seem to have a fever.

-I’m okay don’t worry! You say with a frank smile. I just had a nightmare but nothing to worry about I promise.

-Mm. If you say so, he said with a tint of doubt in his voice. I’ll stay in bed with you just in case something happens, ok?

Without waiting for your response, he forcefully got into your bed, which made you move.

You inevitably fell into your husband’s arms as he put his arm on your shoulder with your head on his chest, feeling his soft breathing and hearing his heartbeat.

Despite everything, the work he had, the countless nights you spent waiting for him to return home, even wondering if he ever would, the arguments, you were in love with him. And it even if it was hard, he and him only was the one you decided to love.

And that was beautiful.

[munamania]

i won’t screenshot the dms bc i don’t feel like opening the latest message but EYE posted on my story abt the tiktok pictured below basically about how i got horny thinking abt someone working through a difficult math problem lol don’t worry abt that anyway sam slides up bc i cut part of it out so as to avoid insta censors and my slight embarrassment lol and was like does that say c*m and i was like well yes and then he was like haha what you’re into math… girl u have to walk w the thought process 😑 which i know you’re incapable of anyway so i vaguely responded like ah yeah what being away from stem for so long will do to u and he responds with like ten messages. including. ‘you gotta do it yourself’ that’s not the point 🙄 ‘you know how i’m terrible at talking to women’ wow really ‘so i realized i can calculate the speed of cum’ ‘bc i have some data’ DID I ASK?????!???!?!!!?!!!!! hello there’s oversharing and then there’s this… does the girl you’re having sex with know you share to this extent. and then he said how he accidentally brought this up to someone irl to be like haha awk whoops and i was like yeah well there r times where perhaps we need to self censor. and then i also get a message that’s like ‘hang on im doing the math’ IM NEVER EVER EVER GONNA BE ATTRACTED TO U I HOPE U KNOW THAT SCREAAMMMMM (and u need to know bc he’s genderfluid. im only using one set of pronouns for clarity on here ok i promise im not a dick. but he thinks he’s like. an exception for lesbians basically… like he doesn’t Count…. and like look im no essentialist im all for like freaky gender sex but also at so many other turns you do take advantage of being seen as a white male so. i don’t. yeah.) he’s kind of like the creepy dude at the edge of the friend group in high school named matt who would constantly harass me and my ex but like tried to be so lowk abt it. and it’s so bad basically. ‘17mph is crazy’ i hope you fall in an intersection sorry i can’t do this anymore 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 so pissed i have to see him tmrw i should be able to watch mmxxl w scully in peace

[justfor2am]

ONE LAST ASK .i cant sleep so i finally read the first ssk i sent tsht u answered and i want u to go in2 more depth w the songs n playlists n shit u mentioned in there .this is separate from the other music ask yea 👍 gn for real probs. btw its so sad that my parrot emoji used to be mostly red like whatever the coloring people draw grian w idk names of any birds but owls but they changed it

🦜

^ idk what kind of phone u have but i have android .before my ohone updated he was a lil red guy n now hes GREEN .i had this fucker in my old discord theme thank god i changed it before it changed for me bc this HURTS goddamn i want my red fuckign bird bsck

ok gn 4 rral the whiplash of my music going from stray kids to stevie nicks is enough to make me pass out (do not let my listing of artist names fool u i only know one stevie nicks song n its edge of seventeen .the skz song was sunshine tho Btw)

AOUGH what did they do to my parrot boy.....

i don't know any songs by stevie nicks so tbh you've got me beat either way LMAO OKIE so analysis time uhhhh lemme see the post

It's Never Enough by we are the dirt: this song is thematically about an individual with rapidly declining mental health, seeking out a gruesome end to escape the bottomless emotions associated with a terrible breakup. it's melodramatic, it's way over blown, it's delightfully obscene in its depictions of bodily gore, it's soooooooo scarian.

as far as a fic goes, i would want to lean heavily into the vex cannibalism aspect that's canon to scar, with the setting being third life. a rotted corpse walking around the living with red in his eyes and barely contained inhuman hunger roaring in his ears? held only at bay because of "he" whom is now indebted to that corpse? who pledges him his first life and watches scar fall into insanity and in the end, strikes him down himself, that love which was the only thing keeping scar alive, not enough to save him in the end? sounds like a good hurt/no comfort fic to me.

some lyrics that i think especially apply: "‘Cause if I can't taste your lips just let me taste blood and nothing else." "They'll be with me in life and death and after I take my final breath, they'll crawl in through my rotting flesh and eat away my skin." "He said “don’t trust your eyes they always lie they always lie, only trust what you feel” but I feel you in my dreams and you're next to me and you're never real."

now, actor au!

grian: Don't Assume What You Don't Know by Grace VanderWaal -a song about being blindsided by an industry that promised you riches and fame, only to be cast aside at best, taken advantage of at worst jealousy, jealousy by Olivia Rodrigo -a song about being jealous of people who aren't competing with you, nor are they trying to make you feel inferior, but letting yourself get carried away with self-inflicted negative emotions You Stupid Bitch by girl in red -lightly tsundere grian my beloved. this is what he wants to scream at scar, if only he could admit to himself that he actually cares about him beyond a superficial, physical level.

scar: SCOOP by Lil Nas X feat. Doja Cat -a song about constantly being one step ahead of a ruthless industry that is just waiting for you to fail. Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High by Arctic Monkeys -a part of grian and scar's relationship that i haven't been able to explore yet, but i definitely will be making space for. -in short, grian's deadset on the rules in their "arrangement", but scar's already in love with him. being told that their private meetings are primarily contingent on them hooking up, and nothing more, isn't exactly easy for scar to process. Boyfriend by Dove Cameron -the person he pretends to be: suave, charming, a smooth-talker. while scar is capable of being all those features, in truth he wants to be this person to grian only. he wants to sweep grian off his feet and be able to say that openly.

[jimothy-hopkins]

Meddling Kids. Part III.

WARNING! This work contains mentions of drug use, violence, and other things that may disturb or trigger some fields. If you cannot handle content like this, I ask that you just click away. Please read at your own risk, thank you.

This is apart of a Manhunt/Bully crossover series. Please enjoy and be aware that because of the nature of Manhunt that this may not be suitable for everyone. I hope you enjoy this part!

Edward sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sat in the room, the three sophomores surrounding him.

“Ok, fine. I’ll help you. If you ever tell anyone, I’ll have all three of you in more debt than the whole continent combined.” He spat.

“Alright, got it,” Jimmy nodded.

“But how are we-” Pete started.

“You’re gonna do a drug deal tonight for us, Eddie boy,” Gary interrupted.

“What?” It’s already late,”

“Fun fact, I don’t give a shit! Cause someone’s probably dead, and you probably have a connection to the guy who did it,”

“Stop saying she’s dead. Alice is not dead,”

“Ok, that’s enough,” Jimmy said, “chill out. Ed, you’re gonna do what we say as we promised. You’re gonna text your guy, get your money, and let us follow you.”

“Fine,” The older student stood. Gary smirked.

“W-wait, I don’t know if I wanna do this. I could get in trouble,” Pete spoke.

“Then you sit here and make sure nobody comes in,” Gary said, “I’ll call if anything happens,”

“Oh, ok. Gary, uh, you guys be safe,” Pete called as they walked out.

Jimmy threw a peace sign as they walked out, entering the dark snowy night. Snow crunched under their feet as they allowed Edward to get a distance ahead of them. Gary noticeably shivered underneath his sleek jacket. Jimmy moved closer to be of some use for warmth and to make sure someone would jump at Gary.

The trio walked a long way to New Coventry. A sense of paranoia overtook Jimmy. He could sense that Gary felt it too. They were now shoulder to shoulder. Jimmy cringed from his aching ears and squinted his eyes to look ahead at Edward. They’d done a job of following so far. The police hadn’t even spotted than, and it had been a while since curfew started. They ducked behind cars, trash cans, and bike stands to evade detection. Edward had even jumped a few good times in surprise when they managed to dart into his field of vision on accident.

They darted into a back alley as Edward slowed his walk, crouching close to one another and peering out from the wall.

Gary looked ahead, watching as Ed stopped in front of a man dressed in dark clothing. He analyzed his face and noticed he was wearing skull makeup, like how he’d done on Jimmy for Halloween.

“You came late tonight, pretty boy,” The man greeted.

“Mhm, I know,” Ed replied softly.

“You’re lucky I wasn’t busy with my altar tonight. Otherwise, I’d leave you hangin’,”

“You have it, right?”

“Of course, of course, here,” He handed him the drug in exchange for the cash. “Anyways, what are you doing Friday?”

“Homework, college applications,” Edward answered.

“You really are takin’ the Ivy league seriously, huh?”

“It’s not my choice. It’s my parents,” Ed replied.

“You really do let em’ stomp on you, don’t you?” He asked, leaning closer to the teenager.

“It’s all or nothing. I want a future,” He stepped back.

“You can have a future, with us. You know us, you might as well be one of our own. You’ve already sinned, just embrace it, my friend. Your soul is tainted,” He leaned in, his hands gripping Edward’s hips. The man leans into the teenager’s face.

“Stop. I don’t fuck with you like that.” Edward demanded sharply as he pushed the man back.

“Fine, be that way. But you’re gonna meet me in the Devil’s Lounge Friday night pretty boy,” The shady man snarled.

“Ok, I’ll be there,” Edward sighed.

The man gave a nod as he walked off, disappearing behind a corner. Jimmy and Gary stood up to follow Edward as he sped past them. They wound through the icy streets, trying not to slip before they halted at the edge of new Coventry.

“Ed, you good?’ Jimmy asked, concerned.

“What’s the Devil’s Lounge?” Gary added.

“I’m fine Jimmy, and I’ll tell you guys tomorrow. I’m tired and don’t feel good,” Ed mumbled as he strayed away.

Jimmy and Gary watched the senior walk away, left with a million unanswered questions.

[luminousvision]

Flickering on the edge of night

The dry prairie grass crunched and crackled beneath the cart’s wheels. The plains stretched endlessly around us, punctuated by the occasional tree. I switched the cart to my left hand. It was heavy, loaded with our weapons and Edmund’s core hardware. 

“Edmund, why did you assign a bunch of kids to a combat mission? You’re going to get us all killed,” Mira said.

“We’ll be fine. You’ve been practicing your spells, right?” Arlene asked.

“Can you kill a scout yet?” Valentina asked.

I winced, but didn’t say anything. I was just the engineer, tagging along to keep Edmund running.

“Edmund, why is Mira with us? Please reassign her. There’s a lot for her to do at base,” Valentina said.

“I promise to help!” Mira protested.

“Stop,” Valentina held up her hand. She reached down to pick up a metal box the size of her head with an antennae sticking out of it. Arlene gasped. “Edmund, no warning on scanners? Do they know about us?”

“It’s offline. I didn’t detect it because it’s not communicating.”

We exhaled in relief. Valentina gave it a drop kick that sent it flying twenty feet.

We reached the nest at sunset. The bugs had cleared out the tall grass leaving a broad swath of dirt. Ominous black metal structures rose from the nest’s center. There were three columns of wispy smoke, two from chimneys and one from the ground. We couldn’t hear much from this distance except a faint scraping of metal.

“Ok, Edmund, give us a scan,” Valentina said.

“I see only half of it from here,” Edmund replied. He projected a visual onto the side of the cart. There were mining rigs, carts, storage facilities, and a few other buildings he couldn’t identify. Two dozen scouts at least, but where was the Warden?

“Where is the comms tower?”

“The scan just barely shows the edge of it,” Edmund said. “It’s in the middle.”

“You sure there’s a Warden here?” I asked.

“This nest is big. We can’t expect their defenses to be obvious.” Valentina said.

“I don’t see a Warden,” Edmund said. “Doesn’t mean there isn’t one.”

“Kevin, how many rounds do you have?”

“We don’t have enough power for more than a few rounds at this distance.”

“What if we got closer. Quarter mile?”

“I can shoot eight times and still have energy left for the return trip,” Edmund said.

“Mira, what’s the range of your invisibility field?”

“I… I can use it from a distance?”

Valentina sighed. 

“All right. Here’s what we’ll do. We have about thirty seconds to neutralize their comms tower. We’re not strong enough to fight them if the tower goes online. If I don’t report it down in twenty-five seconds, everyone retreats here immediately. Don’t wait for me, just run. I’ll be fine.

“Mira, keep us invisible as long as you can. We’ll approach until we’re a quarter mile away. Kevin will set up with Edmund there. Mira, you keep me and Arlene invisible until they detect us. Once they see us, Arlene and I will disable the comms tower. You run to Kevin and stay with him. Kevin, shoot wisely. Edmund, scan as we go and guide us. Got it?”

We nodded.

“We’ve got this, team,” Arlene whispered.

Mira locked her thumbs together and wrapped her hands tightly into a ball. The world shimmered like a desert heat mirage. We walked silently.

We flattened three walls of the cart once Valentina gave the quarter-mile call. I set up a small amplifier which would provide us a secure communication channel with each other. My sniper gave a brief whir as Edmund powered it up, pointing it towards the nest. Edmund projected a dashboard on the remaining wall of the cart. Labels of key features dotted the three dimensional wireframes of the bug nest.

“Final briefing?” Arlene asked.

“Slightly better visual field, but I still can’t see the other half of the nest. Valentina, are you sure you don’t want to circle around first?”

“Our shadows will project long if we approach from any other angle at this hour. Not worth the risk,” Valentina said.

Valentina reached into the cart and pulled out the parts of her enormous maul. It was least eight feet long and had to weigh over a hundred pounds. Arlene hoisted her weapon: a hefty pickaxe. 

Valentina and Arlene nodded at me. They stepped forward along with Mira. My world un-shimmered as Mira’s invisibility field moved beyond me. The fading sun cast a glare over Edmund’s projection. I lifted a cart wall to block the sun.

Someone whispered into the comms: “Let us pray to the moon to keep us safe and return us home together.”

Arlene: “What?”

Valentina: “Mira, hush.”

Sirens wailed from the nest.

Valentina: “Run! Twenty-five!”. Edmund’s projection showed dozens of scouts scrambling.

Valentina and Arlene raced forward while Mira closed her invisibility field and ran back. 

Valentina: “Twenty!”

A crumpled heap of a scout flew into the air. Valentina hit hard.

Edmund: “Bad news! Incoming Sentinels. Four confirmed.”

A cold shiver went down my spine. They could handle sentinels, but not in twenty seconds. I confirmed the order to Edmund.

“Fire!”

I covered my ears as the rifle exploded several times in quick succession.

Arlene: “Nice shot. I’ll take the last one.”

Valentina: “Fifteen!”

Edmund: “Hit three. Two rounds left.”

Valentina: “Tower down.”

I made a fist pump.

“Val, they have a backup! Two hundred feet forward. Other side of the nest!” Edmund’s visual of the nest expanded as he scanned from Valentina’s perspective.

Valentina: “Who the hell builds two?”

Mira: “I’m back with Kevin.”

Edmund: “Ten seconds.”

Arlene: “Got the last Sentinel! The scouts! They’re going for the tower.”

Valentina: “Cut off the scouts! I’m getting there first!”

The tower’s core pulsated with increasingly radiant green light. The radar arrays fanned out and pointed into the sky. We had seconds.

“Five!” someone said.

Valentina’s maul smashed through the midsection of the tower. It went dark. “Tower down!”

Edmund: “All clear.”

Arlene: “The scouts ran! We did it!”

Mira cheered.

Edmund: “We’re not done yet. I think this is the Warden.”

The structure that the scouts had piled into started to rise. The domed metal building transformed into the body of a gigantic mechanical beast. Edmund was displaying a complete scan of it on the screen. It had four titanic legs arranged spider-like and two enormous arms with claws on each end, all tied together on a spherical body. It was at least five times taller than Valentina.

Mira: “What is that?”

Arlene: “That’s the biggest bug I’ve ever seen.”

Valentina: “Kill it!”

There was a loud crack from the rifle. Mira yelped in surprise.

Edmund: “Hit, but the armor is too thick.”

It swung a claw at Arlene.

Arlene: “Ahh! It took my pickaxe!”

Valentina: “Run Arlene! I’ve got this.”

Edmund switched to Valentina’s point of view. To the side, the display showed Arlene backing away from the nest and crouching in the grass.

Valentina leapt onto a building and jumped at the Warden. She swung her maul behind her, building momentum for an overhead swing onto the beast. It landed with a satisfying crunch on its armor, leaving a deep gash on its body. The machine crumpled to the ground from the force, but recovered quickly. Its legs steadied and crawled towards Valentina again.

The Warden lunged at her repeatedly with its claws. It was fast for its size. Valentina jumped backwards to dodge the first claw and parried the second. She jumped onto another building to attack once more from above. This time, the Warden blocked her aerial maneuver with its arms.

Edmund: “Go for a leg.” He was right. There was no other way to kill this monster.

Valentina: “Can’t get close enough.”

Valentina hid behind a building. The Warden began to search around the various metal structures. When it got close, she ran around and attacked a leg from behind, but a claw swung backwards just in time to deflect it. Her maul landed only a glancing blow and the leg looked unharmed. The Warden began to pulverize nearby buildings. She was running out of options.

Arlene: “Just run! You can’t kill that thing!

Valentina dodged forward against a deft slash and lunged at the Warden. She swung her maul to deflect the other claw but hit too late. The claw connected. She flew through the air and hit the metal heap of a demolished building.

She was still holding her weapon, but she was hunched over, panting.

“Valentina!”

A beam of purple lightning burst from the cloudless sky and struck the metal giant. Sparks exploded like fireworks. Valentina was launched backwards and fell on the ground. The Warden stopped moving. 

After a long second, the metal beast creaked, groaned, and collapsed. A trail of smoke rose from its body. Even from afar, I felt the electricity in the air.

Arlene: “Was that… was that you, Mira? Mira, that was amazing! I didn’t know you could do that!”

I whirled around. Mira was standing in the grass, eyes closed, radiating an dark purple aura. 

“You did it Mira, you did it!” I jumped out of the cart and gave her a big hug. Her skin was hot and her body was shaking. She opened her eyes and blinked. She looked at her hands.

Arlene: “Valentina, are you okay?” She ran towards the nest.

I heard a groan on the comms. Valentina: “I’m fine.”

I unpowered the rifle and reassembled the walls of the cart, still stunned by Mira’s spell.

Arlene and Valentina soon appeared in the distance. Valentina walked unevenly one arm over Arlene’s shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Mira asked.

“Mira, what did you do? You could have killed me!”

I nearly punched her. “She saved your life! What are you talking about?”

“She doesn’t have the spell control to use it safely. She could have killed me and Arlene!”

Mira started sobbing.

“That bug was going to kill you! And lightning is going to hit a thirty-foot giant before it hits you.”

“I was fine! I’ve beaten far stronger.” Valentina turned around to look at the blackened nest. “You don’t know my limits.”

“I didn’t want you to die!” Mira wailed.

“Then stop trying to kill us,” she snapped.

Arlene looked at each of us and then at her shoes.

Valentina took a deep breath and stood up straight. “I need to rest. I’m going to lay down here. Can you two go raid the nest before the sun sets?”

“What about Mira?” I asked, gritting my teeth. She was still in tears.

“I don’t think she’ll be particularly useful for scavenging. She can stay here until she feels better,” Valentina replied.

“Come with us,” I said, turning to Mira. She climbed into the cart. I began to pull it toward the nest.

“Hurry, we have about an hour before backup comes,” Arlene said.

Valentina lay in the grass and looked up at the stars flickering on the edge of night. “Edmund, has the moon always been this bright?”

Mira was the only one who didn’t look up. She sobbed quietly. “It shines a bit brighter for you, Valentina.”

[scarasweetheart]

hi!! would you be okay with me sending a xiao thirst drabble? the general gist of it is that he brings you medicine and you ask him to feed it to you as a way to tease him and then check whether you’ve swallowed, he then uses that as an excuse to finger fuck your mouth - 🕸

character: xiao 💖

genre: super suggestive but no Real smut

summary: you're "sick" but refuse to take the medicine xiao went out and got for you </3 so he comes up w another way to make you take it.

warnings: gn reader; spit, drool; hand/finger kink, reader gets their mouth finger fucked <3; light choking; xiao is ooc asf at the end i think ?????? but that's ok bc it's for a scrumptious reason

a/n: i uh. i changed up ur ask just a leetol i hope that's ok <3 // (i've had this in my drafts since like. late dec ??? early jan 💀)

for the past thirty-six hours you'd felt achey and fatigued, coupled with a low-mid grade fever and mild headache. "it's not even that bad," you'd tried to tell xiao, but noooo, he refused to listen. after pressing the back of his hand to your forehead, he had immediately declared you ill (thank you, mr. "i'm out of touch with mortals" for your medical diagnosis), and insisted you got some rest.

so now here you were, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for xiao to come back with whatever .......... medicine that he went out to get. you really did feel fine for the most part though! honestly!! you weren't so fatigued that you couldn't preform basic tasks or chores; and your headache was really only bad if you tried to push yourself, which xiao absolutely would not allow, so all things considered, you really weren't even sick !!!

but xiao was too stubborn to listen to any sort of reasoning or "i'm fine's" (damn those aries men) and was persistent about going out to get you some sort of medicine.

what you didn't expect was for xiao to get back as quick as he did.

standing up from where you sat, taking a moment to let the dizzy spell subside, you gave xiao a questioning look. for someone who doesn't know much of anything about mortals, that sure was a swift trip.

"i– i — i asked mor— zhongli for help," he muttered, looking down at the floor, refusing to meet your gaze. "and he told me to go to bubu pharmacy."

the fact that xiao had asked for help for your sake had your heart absolutely melting as you slowly walked over to him to close the distance between the two of you.

"oh, xiao," you sighed, taking his hands into your own. "you really are a sweetheart, y'know that? even if you don't think so."

xiao felt his heart rate pick up as his face suddenly felt all hot. the look in your eyes was so sincere, and just he couldn't take it.

"tch, it really isn't that big of a deal." but it was that big of a deal. not that xiao realized that, anyway (or maybe he did and was just trying to avoid the embarrassment).

opting to ignore his comment, your hands moved from his to cup his face instead, planting a kiss on the little purple diamond on his forehead.

chuckling at the way the tips of his ears turned bright red, which only complimented the rosy blush on his cheeks, you stepped back only slightly whenever you saw him reaching into his pocket.

"'s that?" you asked when he pulled out a small tin.

"your medicine," he replied curtly, handing the tin over to you.

"oh-ho-ho! mr. medicine man! look at you go, baby~" you cooed teasingly, opening up the tin to inspect its contents. inside lay no more than a handful of pills, presumably made of crushed qingxin flowers.

"dr. baizhu said to take one in the morning, and one at night," xiao explained as you carefully examined the pills.

"thank you for all your concern, my guardian yaksha, but i can promise you i'm not anywhere near this sick," you said, closing the tin and handing it back to the adeptus — only, he didn't take it from you. instead, he stood with his arms crossed with a serious expression set on his pretty features.

"xiao—"

and it was at that exact moment an almost devious idea came to xiao's mind. gods, you were such an awful influence on him.

holding out his palm expectantly, a brief look of confusion passed over your face at xiao's sudden (uncharacteristic) agreeance, but you tentatively placed the tin in his hand anyway.

"open your mouth," he commanded softly, taking a pill from the tin. oh, so you just didn't have a choice. okay.

you hesitated for a moment before doing as he asked, even going as far as to stick out your tongue, which made xiao bite back a smirk at your blind obedience.

"pretty and obedient," he mused to himself quietly (though it didn't go unheard by you). "but not smart enough to take their damn medicine," he jeered, taking your jaw in one hand and placing the pill on your tongue with the other.

closing your mouth to swallow it, xiao's grip on your jaw tightened, forcing your mouth back open.

"ah-ah, don't you need something to wash it down with?" he asked, a shadow of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

pardon?

and before you could even think about asking him what he meant by that, xiao had already spit in your mouth and was telling you to swallow.

"good, good. now open your mouth again so i can make sure you really swallowed."

was. was this really your xiao? what had gotten into him ??? he never takes the initiative like this. had he been attacked by something on the way to the pharmacy? or replaced by a whopperflower like albedo was a few months ago?

"i said: open your mouth," xiao reiterated when you just stood there staring at him wide-eyed and in mild disbelief.

both his actions and words had your cheeks burning in embarrassment as you opened your mouth once again for him to "inspect" it.

his fingers pressed down your tongue and his free hand wrapped around your neck as he leaned in far closer than necessary just so he could look and poke around in your mouth.

grabbing at his wrist, you had tried to say his name, to complain about how humiliating this was, but all that resulted in was xiao jamming his fingers down your throat and the hand around your neck tightening its grip.

gagging around his digits, drool began to pool in your mouth, which almost made xiao laugh when it began to dribble down your chin!

"silly mortal, drooling all over itself," he mocked. "this wouldn't be happening if you had just taken your medicine, you know. after all the trouble i went through to get it, and you still refused. you're so clearly sick — i can feel the heat radiating off your face, a sure sign of a fever — and yet, you still insist that you're fine."

xiao's words only added to your burning embarrassment and you could feel the seat of your panties quickly beginning to grow damp.

closing your mouth around his fingers in a poor attempt to regain the upperhand, you choked out a gasp when he tightened his grip around your neck — a warning. he wants to see you drool all over yourself.

"look at you, such a mess. you look so dazed and lightheaded. what about any of that makes you think you're fine, hm? you mortals are so strange. but, if you insist that you truly aren't sick, then i suppose my job here is done."

and just like that, with no other warning, xiao had vanished into thin air; leaving you a horny, drooling mess. that bastard !! surely he knew what the fuck he was doing !!!! he'd better get his ass back here soon before you were sick of him.

masterlist.

[myhockeyworld87]

Let’s Play Pretend - Matthew Tkachuk - Part 5

Word Count: 10,016 

Warnings: Language, Smut, NSFW

Notes: Ugh! We are nearing the end of this series and I’m kind of sad about it. Just one more part after this. When last we saw these two, (Y/N) had been made an indecent proposal by her editor Mason. Now it’s time for Matthew to find out.

As always I hope you guys enjoy this. If you do, hit me with some feedback. It’s always welcome. Happy Reading!!!

Let’s Play Pretend Masterlist

Matthew expected that he'd have a message from you after he got off the ice in Detriot. He was looking forward to talking about how your first day went with the production studio. When he looked at his phone though, there was nothing; not a text message, missed call, or even a voicemail. Once he was at the hotel, he rang your number, but there was no answer. He left a message for you to call. To his surprise, there was no message when he woke up in the morning. It seemed completely out of the ordinary for you.

His mind started to go in all different directions. Did this Mason character come in and sweep you off your feet? Matt could tell Mason was into you, even without meeting the man, and he hated it. Knowing you were alone with him just set him on edge. He tried to tell himself that you were probably in meetings all day. Hopefully, he'd hear from you today, since he had the day off. However, all Matt got, most of the week was a text here and there. There were a couple quick conversations, but they were always right before the bus was heading out and Matt couldn't talk long.

By the time Friday came, Matt was itching to not only see you but talk to you as well. He wasn't sure what time you were getting in, as you didn't tell him in the two or three-minute conversations that he had with you. He wasn't surprised to see your car in the garage when he got home as he assumed you took an Uber to the airport. He was shocked to find you in the kitchen cleaning up from lunch though. "Princess, you're home."

You smiled softly at Matt as he walked through the door. It wasn't the full-on bright ones that Matt was always greeted with, so he knew something was wrong. Dropping his bag, he sauntered over and dropped a chaste kiss on your lips. "Everything ok?"

When you went to respond, Noah came over. "Honey, we're home," he laughed then swiftly kissed you on the cheek.

"Alright, Hanny. That'll be enough of that." Matthew swatted his friend away from you sensing that something was off.

"How was the trip? You guys really put on a show." The Flames had thrown all W's on the board during their first long road trip of the season and were hoping that it would continue throughout.

"Marky made some awesome saves in that shutout against the Pens," Dube commented slapping the aforementioned Markstrom on the back.

"Tell me all about it. I want to hear everything."

"As soon as we put our stuff away," Matt said off-handedly hoping that he'd get a few minutes alone with you to talk. He squeezed your hip, before saying. "Come help me?" You nodded and followed him up the stairs. As soon as Matt closed the door to the bedroom, he started. "Ok out with it, what's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, (Y/N). You barely called or text me while you were in LA and I saw the look on your face when I walked through the door. What happened? Did they back out of the movie deal? Was it not the kind of money you were looking for?" What he really wanted to ask was if you were in love with your editor, and wanted out of your deal with him, but he held his tongue.

You sighed heavily, knowing that you had to tell Matt the truth. You'd promised Keith that you would and you knew that even though he'd come to your rescue, he would tell Matt if you didn't. "LA didn't exactly go as planned." Matt quirked a brow at you in question. You searched the recesses of your brain for the right words, ones that wouldn't send him off the deep end like they did Brady. Unfortunately, there was no easy way to say it. "I only ended up meeting with one of the studios. They offered what I thought seemed pretty fair, but Mason…well, he wanted to talk it over."

"That seems reasonable," Matt offered by way of comment. He'd been through enough negotiations to know that you didn't really accept the first offer given.

"Yeah, I guess. Only when we were talking about it in his hotel room…" This was it, Matt thought. This was the part where you would tell him that Mason held your heart and you could no longer pretend to be Matt's fiancé, and while it would suck for his career; he wasn't quite sure how his heart was going to stand it here without you. "He made a pass at me."

Matt inhaled deeply, not really knowing what to say. "I see."

You raised your head to the ceiling, not really knowing how to handle the next part. "He told me that if I didn't sleep with him, he'd tell the world we were faking our relationship." You spit that all out in one huge breath, eyes glued on anything but Matt.

"HE WHAT?" Matt's brain was trying to play catchup. He was so sure that you were going to say that you fell for Mason he never saw the sleazeball making this kind of lewd offer. Now his mind was reeling at the thought that you slept with the scumbag just to protect him. "You didn't…" He didn't quite know how to ask the rest, so he started pacing the room waiting for you to answer.

"NO," you shouted with a shutter. "I would never. I wanted the throw up when he kissed me."

"HE KISSED YOU!" Matt stopped dead in his track. His actions carrying him directly in front of you. "He didn't…because I swear…I'll kill him…"

"No," you shook your head. "No, I was able to leave the room. That's when I called your dad."

"My dad knows about this?" Why hadn't he told him, Matt wondered. His dad should've called him right away.

"He does, and Brady, but only because he answered his phone." You were starting to shake then, thinking back on that night. You were so scared and hadn't known what to do. Thank god Keith had handled things. "Not about us, just that Mason hit on me." You quickly added.

Matt could see how much just telling him this had visibly shaken you. "Hey, I don't care about that." His hands started to rub your arms up and down in a soothing manner. "I just need to know if you're ok?" He held you at arm's length while every instinct in his body told him to wrap you up in them, but he needed to see your answer in your eyes. Know that there wasn't anything more, and that you were well and truly ok.

A lone single tear fell from your eye, as you gazed into Matt's. It was only then that you realized how much of a toll the last few days had taken on you, and that you only now felt safe with Matthew here. "I'm fine."

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, Matthew crushed you to him. His one hand cradled your head, while the other made slow circles on your back. He felt you choke back a sob, while tears fell from his own eyes. "I got you…" he whispered into your hair. "You're safe….I won't ever let him near you." Matt had never felt such rage and hatred for one person in his entire life. He knew at that moment, that if this Mason had been there; that he would've ripped his limbs off with his bare hands. He pushed that feeling aside though, as that wasn't what you needed right now. How he could go from such hatred in one second to such tenderness the next, he wasn't sure, though he knew it had to be you and the love he had for you. But was it love, when he'd essentially put you in this situation? If he hadn't made you agree to be his fake fiancé this would never have happened. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I should've never…"

You pulled back from Matthew then, though you didn't get far as he still held you in his embrace. "You have nothing to be sorry about Matty."

"But I do." His hands went to your upper arms forcing you to look at him. "You would've never been in that situation if I hadn't forced you into this engagement…thing." He let you go then, feeling that he was not only unworthy of your love but your friendship as well. "This is all my fault."

You grabbed his wrist before he could move too far away from you. "This is NOT your fault, Matty. Do you hear me?" He hung his head, hearing your words but to him, they rang hollow. "Matthew Tkachuk, look at me." The authoritative tone in your voice left him no choice but to meet your gaze. "This engagement thing, as you called it, was the only thing that saved me." Matthew could only look at you, a million questions in his head as your words registered in his brain. "He only let me walk out that door because he thought he'd scared me enough with that threat, that I wouldn't leave. That'd I'd just willingly sleep with him. If we hadn't been engaged…" you shuddered. "He would've…he would've forced me."

Matthew literally felt nauseous. The rage that he felt moments ago, returning with full force. Coursing through his veins, till his blood felt like it would boil the skin right off him. He wanted to kill this man, not just hit him. He was going to find him and beat him to within an inch of his life, make him beg for his last breath and then take it away from him. "Matty," you called bringing him out of his blinding rage. "I'm ok." It was only when you squeezed his hand back, did he realize how hard of a grip he had on you. The last thing he wanted to do was cause you more pain, so he eased the tightening hold he had on you.

"Thank god," he breathed out hauling you close to him again. Needing to know, that yes you were ok. You were here. You were safe. And he would never let anyone harm you again. After a few minutes, he released you. "You said you talked to Dad?"

"Yeah…He made me realize that there was no way Mason could know the truth. I think I was just too stunned by what had happened to even register that." Matthew could understand why you hadn't. "He took care of everything. He got me on the last plane back here. He wanted me to go to Ottawa or St. Louis, but I just wanted to come home." That thought made Matthew smile. That you'd actually want to come to the place that the two of you had picked out, and truly built into something that you considered home, made his heart swell with pride and love. "I know he called Mason, but I don't know what was said. He refused to tell me…and to be honest, I'm not sure I want to know." Matt had already planned on having a long chat with his dad, but knowing that words were exchanged with this Mason character, it was going to be a longer conversation than he'd originally planned. "Your dad's been amazing Matty, your mom, and Brady too." Everyone but him, Matthew thought. "Your mom volunteered to fly out here, but I told her it wasn't necessary. I'm still not sure what will happen with the publishing company. Your dad has lawyers going through everything with a fine-tooth comb. He wants me out of that place."

"So do I," Matthew added, then felt you sigh. "What?"

"I don't blame the company…just Mason. I mean they've been good to me these last couple of years. And what if I lose my book deal or worse, what if I lose my rights for the books I've already written. That production company was offering a lot of money."

Matt could see how upset you were and rightly so. Mason, the asshole, had put your entire future in jeopardy for a little roll in the hay. It made him wonder, how many other writers he'd done the same thing too. "Well, if anyone can fix it; it's dad."

"I know. I just feel so guilty taking so much of his time."

"I'm sure he's fine, (Y/N). My dad lives for contract negotiations. Look at what he got Brady. I'm sure he can do the same for you, though they could offer the whole publishing company to you and I still don't think it would be enough." Matt wiped away the remnants of tears on your face with the pads of his thumb. "How about I run you a bath and then we can binge something on Netflix all day."

"As appealing as that sounds, we have guests."

Matt had completely forgotten about his teammates that were downstairs probably wondering where you both were. Scratch that, they probably assumed that you were properly greeting your fiancé after a long road trip. Which is what Matt had originally wanted to do. Well, after a long talk. Now, it was the furthest thing from his mind. All he wanted to do was hold you and keep you safe, for the last thing that you needed was him ravishing you as he had originally planned. "I can send them to a hotel. Their complex is supposed to be ready the day after tomorrow. It won't kill them."

"They're fine, Matty. I'm fine. As much as I want to curl up and watch Yellowstone with you, I'm kind of starved for human interaction as well." You chuckled lightly. You'd kept your conversations with Matt brief over the long road trip not wanting him to know anything was wrong so that he could concentrate on playing hockey. Now that there was someone here with you, you were dying to talk. "Give me a few minutes to fix my makeup and I'll be right down. Ok?"

"You're sure."

"Positive."

Matt finally released you allowing you to go into the ensuite, while he stepped outside of the bedroom. He immediately ran into Noah. "Is everything ok?"

Matt closed his eyes trying to process the last twenty minutes. "Yeah…no. Fuck I don't know. Can you just maybe not mention the movie deal to (Y/N)?"

"Uh…sure." Matt went to walk down the stairs, but Hanny stopped him. "Chucky, is she ok? Is there someone we need to…you know…send down the tunnel and never come back? Cause we all got your back."

"How did you…?"

"Your walls aren't as thick as you think. Don't worry I didn't hear much." They both started walking down the stairs then. "Just you yelling about someone kissing her."

Matt groaned, at least he hadn't heard anything about your fake engagement. Not that Matt cared anymore. He'd tell the whole world the truth if it meant keeping you safe. "It was her editor. And trust me, if I ever see the man, I'm going to tear him to shreds."

"All that because of a kiss?" Matt glared at his friend, the kind of stare that had Noah stopping in his tracks while his gut churned, not only for his friend but for you as well. "Fuck," Hanny said in a hushed tone. "Never mind the tunnel, the man needs to be taken out on a stretcher." Matt simply nodded while Noah went and told both Marky and Dube not to mention your trip to LA.

By the time you walked down the stairs, the guys were practically normal. That was until you walked into the room and all conversation stopped. Obviously, Matthew had told them something but you weren't sure what. Not really wanting to get into things with his teammates you politely started asking about their road trip, to which they happily agreed to talk about. Most of the afternoon was spent laughing and joking about the antics that went on during their first roadie.

You made everyone a nice dinner, then the rest of the night was spent in front of the television watching hockey and talking about the upcoming Halloween party. You and Matt still hadn't decided on a costume that you both wanted and time was running out, but you were sure that you'd be able to pull something off. Before you knew it, everyone was calling it a night and heading to bed. Matt let you have the ensuite first, while he unpacked his suitcase, having not done it earlier. You crawled under the covers, happy to have Matty back sharing a bed with you. It was going to be nice to have the guys back at their own apartment, but you were kind of dreading going back to your own room again.

When Matt finished brushing his teeth, he stood there contemplating his next move. When he left, he thought he'd be coming home and confessing his feelings for you, especially after everything that happened the morning he left. Now, he wasn't even sure if you'd want him in bed with you. Not that you blamed him for anything that had transpired between you and the slime bucket that was hopefully your former editor. He just didn't know if you needed more time or space for that matter. He finally walked out of the bathroom, still not knowing what to do. "I can sleep on the floor." He offered, making a move to grab a couple pillows off the bed.

"Oh!" Matt's statement threw you off. You'd been craving his presence the last few days. Now he was here and it seemed he wanted nothing to do with you at all. You should've never given in to those baser desires the morning he left. This whole friends with benefits thing was never going to work out. You scooted over to your side of the bed more, instead of the middle where you had been sleeping. "You don't have to."

"As long as you're comfortable with me being here. I just don't want to trigger…"

"Wait," you said halting Matt's words. "Trigger what?"

Matt waved his hand in the air searching for words. "The whole thing with…well…you know…that asshole Mason."

It dawned on you then that Matt hadn't been thinking about your last time together at all. He was just trying to be sweet and give you space. Which was honestly the last thing you wanted. "It's not going to trigger anything Matt. I'd very much like my best friend to cuddle with though."

Matt smiled, for he very much just wanted you to spend the night in his arms. He lifted the covers and then slipped into bed. "As long as you're sure."

"I am."

He adjusted his pillows, then laid back against them. "Hard to cuddle when you're so far away," he teased, and you laughed lowly at his remark, before scooting closer to him. The moment you were in his arms, Matt felt like everything in his world was right. He kissed the top of your head as you settled against him, both of you finding a spot you were comfortable with for the night. "Can I say, I missed this when I was gone?" His hand idly ran up and down your back, as he was too afraid to look at you as he said more. "I know this isn't something that we do all the time, but I'm getting used to this."

"Me too," you sighed out totally content in the moment. It was something you could get used to for the rest of your life.

"It's been a long day. We should sleep."

You knew Matt was right, it had been a long and emotionally exhausting day. The last few days you'd barely slept, as you waited to tell Matt everything. Now, being here with him, your mind and body were finally at peace. The slow steady stroke of his fingers against your spine lulled you into sleep in no time.

Matt lay there not only listening to but feeling your breathing even out. The slow deep breaths you were taking told him that you'd fallen to sleep in almost record time. He on the other hand had other thoughts racing through his mind. He hated that he'd essentially been the last to know what had happened with Mason. For some reason, he felt as though he should be the first. He wanted to be the one that you ran to. The one you confided in. Shared your hopes and dreams with. He thought he was that person until today. He honestly thought that the two of you were on your way to sharing everything in your life. Now, he was unsure, at least about your feelings for him. His were even stronger than before. He'd known for a while now that he was in love with you, but when you had told him what almost happened to you his heart actually felt like it was laying outside of his chest; it hurt so bad for you. It was something he'd never felt before. If there was a feeling beyond love, Matthew felt it for you.

You snuggled a bit deeper into his chest, and he held you tighter. Matt knew one thing for sure, he was going to lay everything out on the line. Tell you he loved you and no longer wanted to play pretend. That he wanted a real relationship with you. He looked down at your laying there sleeping next to him and smiled. Yes, this is what he wanted for the rest of his life. He kissed your forehead one last time, and whispered a soft, "I love you, (Y/N)," before letting his eyelids drift shut.

The following morning Matt opted to take his own vehicle for morning skate. He needed to speak to his dad in private and knew that wouldn't happen if he did that at home or traveling with the guys. "Hey, dad."

"I can tell from the tone of your voice (Y/N) told you what happened," his dad answered.

"She did. Why didn't you call me? I would've taken the first flight home."

"That's exactly why no one told you, Matthew. (Y/N) didn't want you dropping everything. Besides I had everything well in hand."

"About that…" Matthew prompted hoping that his father would tell him what was said between himself and Mason without directly asking.

Keith blew out a breath and Matt prepared himself for what he was about to hear. "I suppose you want to know what I said to the dirtbag." Matt let his silence speak for him. "I basically just called his bluff. Told him there was nothing he could say or do about your engagement, considering that it was real. Which obviously was a lie." Matt hoped that someday soon it wouldn't be, but there were other things more important at the moment. "He tried to say he had evidence, but when I told him to go to the press with it, that we were fine with that. He seemed to back down. I told him we'd be filing sexual assault charges against him, to which he just laughed."

"Fucking bastard."

"Agreed. The only problem is, apparently he never explicitly mentioned sex, though it was most definitely implied. Which is the problem I'm running into with the publishing company. While they've agreed to put (Y/N) back with her old editor, there's not enough evidence to have this Mason guy fired or get her out of the contract. I'm not giving up though."

"There's got to be something dad."

"Believe me, I'm looking. Though if I'm being honest, I think it's the man, not the company he works for. They seemed stunned and are really trying to do everything they can. He'll be under a microscope and any wrong move; they promised to dismiss him."

"Pfft," Matthew sputtered. "That's nothing. He should be shot and hung in my opinion."

"I can't disagree with you son."

"If I'd have known…"

"I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Brady. The best thing that we could do for (Y/N), was to get her out of that situation that night, and that's what we did."

"But I'm not Brady, dad." Matt's voice was laced with resentment.

"Aren't you? You're what to her Matthew? Her best friend? I believe Brady is as well."

Matt hated the way his dad categorized him as only a friend. Especially when it was so much more to him. "We're more than that, dad."

Keith stayed silent but only for a moment as he let Matt contemplate his feelings. "What are you saying, son?"

"I love her, dad, and not in a friend kind of way." It was the first time he'd said the words out loud and god it felt good. "I love her like you love mom. I think I have my whole life. I've just been too damn stupid to see it."

Keith smiled into the phone as he listened to his son profess his feelings. "Well, it's about time you realized it. But what are you going to do about it, Matthew?"

"I'm gonna tell her. I've just been waiting for the right moment."

"Can I offer you a bit of advice?" Matt hummed a yes. "Every day you wait to tell her is a day you don't get to love her. And while it may not feel like it, we only have so much time on this earth. Why would you want to waste any more of it?"

Matt let his father's words sink in. His dad was right, he didn't want to spend another day without letting you know his feelings. "I'm gonna tell her dad. I swear. As soon as the guys leave. I just hope to god she feels the same way."

"I wouldn't worry too much about that Matthew.  Any woman willing to pretend to be married to you has got to have some kind of feelings for you." His dad laughed, though deep down Matt hoped he was right. While he knew the two of you had chemistry, he still wasn't quite sure if your feelings were as deep as his were. He talked about a bit more to his dad before hanging up and feeling somewhat better about the direction his life was headed.

The next two days were sheer torture for Matt, as every bone in his body wanted to tell you his true feelings. He channeled all of that energy onto the ice, scoring goals in each of his next two games. He was ecstatic though when the day finally came that the guys moved back into the apartment complex. Matt decided to go all out, hiring a private chef to cook you both dinner, under the pretense that it was a thank you for putting up with his teammates. He made sure everything was perfect. Buying a beautiful bouquet of roses for the table, as well as having candles all over the room to cast an intimate glow.

"Wow," you breathed out when you saw the dining room all set up. "You really went all out."

Matt simply shrugged as if it was nothing. The chef left everything warming in the oven, as Matt didn't need the man there when he declared his feelings for you. "I hope you're hungry because this food looks incredible."

"Are you kidding? I'm starving. I was afraid to go in the kitchen to get lunch." You both laughed as the chef had taken over the room to prepare the meal.

"Sit, I'll go grab everything."

Matt came back with plates full of your favorites. You had no idea what was being made but now your mouth watered as you took in the meal. "It smells amazing," you told him as he took his seat beside you. The meal tasted even better than it smelled, as you and Matt talked about everything while you ate the gourmet dinner. Though at times, there were periods where Matt was oddly quiet. Curious about what was going through his mind, you decided to wade into the waters and see what was going on. "What's going on in that head of yours, Matty?"

Matt's palms started to sweat, as nerves got the best of him. His heart was racing like a thousand thundering horses. "(Y/N), I've been wanting to talk to you about this for a while," Matt started, and you looked at him curiously. "You see…I've been feeling this way…" Matt's phone buzzed interrupting the moment. He thought about not answering the text but then yours started to ring, so he picked his up, right as he heard you say, "Hey Brady." There on his phone was a message from his mom telling him that Brady had been named captain of the Senators. He heard you congratulating Brady, and Matt had to wonder why Brady didn't call him.

It felt odd, talking to Brady about his captaincy while Matthew was sitting across from you. You knew it was something that he wanted badly and here was his younger brother achieving that goal. You weren't sure how he was going to feel and were hesitant to put the phone on speaker when Matt mouthed over to you to do so. "Congrats Brother. I'm so fucking proud of you man." You breathed a sigh of relief. Part of you knew that Matt would never resent his brother's accomplishments but still, it had to sting for him a bit.

"Thanks, man. I'm sure you're going to be next."

The three of you chatted for a few minutes before Brady hung up to call Taryn. As soon as you hung up the phone, you reached over and grabbed Matt's hand. "That was really gracious of you."

He squeezed your hand back, before answering. "I'm happy for him. He's my brother and I only want the best for him."

"I know," you whispered back.

"Besides there are other things in my life right now…" Matt started to say before his phone interrupted him once again. He rolled his eyes to the heavens, turning it on silent so it wouldn't disrupt him again. It was as if some mystical force didn't want him to say those three little words to you tonight. "It's probably Taryn, I'll get it later." You could only nod, as Matt pulled your laced hands closer to him, drawing you closer to him. "As I was saying…" This time it was your phone going off.

"She's really persistent," you laughed getting ready to reach for your phone when both yours and Matt's vibrated again. "I'm guessing that's not Taryn. We better see who's texting." When you first looked at your screen your jaw dropped. There was a message from Meredith, Johnny's wife, and one from Sarah Gudbranson as well. Something was definitely up with the Flames. When you read Sarah's message first, you felt as if your heart had fallen out of your chest. According to both women, it was leaked to the press that the Flames were interested in trading Matthew to Buffalo for Jack Eichel. One look at Matt's face and you could see he was reading the news for the first time as well. Shit. You had no idea what you were going to say to him to make this better. "Oh, Matty."

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." He slammed the phone onto the table dropping your joined hands in the process. "What the fuck!" He was pacing the room just as he had the night you'd found out about the videotape.

"It's not that bad, Matty." Attempting to put a positive spin on the situation was all that you could do at this point.

"Not that bad," he yelled and you jumped at the sound of his voice. "It's fucking horrible. It would be one thing if they were just trading me, but me and a first-round pick and two additional prospects. It looks as if I have no value to our team."

"You know that's not true Matty…"

"I thought I did," Matt sputtered cutting you off. "I thought they weren't going to trade me, that I was safe, but apparently that's a lie." You went to say something more but he continued. "And to Buffalo for god sake. The fucking shittiest team in the whole league. I mean look what Eichel had to do to get out of there." His hands were tugging on his curls so hard you thought he was going to rip every hair out of his head.

"If it happens, we'll just make the best of it." He looked at you as if you were clearly insane. "You always said I could write anywhere, and Buffalo is so much closer to New York when I need to go into the company for meetings…and…"

"Please, stop," Matthew shouted at you. "It's not like we'd have to keep this ruse up if they send me there. You can go move to New York or hell better yet, maybe you should move to Ottawa and be with Brady, after all, he got the big contract and the captaincy. He's a hell of a lot better for you than I ever would be."

"Brady? Why would I go live with him?"

"He's always been the better Tkachuk, and quite frankly you deserve someone a whole lot better than me. I should've pushed my feelings for you aside and let him tell you he loved you years ago like he wanted to. You'd probably be announcing that you're pregnant if I would have."

"Matthew, what are you talking about?" You'd gotten up out of the chair you'd been in, forcing him to stop his pacing. You'd thought this whole conversation was going to be about him possibly being traded to Buffalo and suddenly he was telling you he had feelings for you while at the same time throwing you into Brady's arms.

Matt took a deep breath; his emotions were all over the place. "I'm talking about you being with my brother instead of me. But then you're not really with me, are you? We're just pretending. But there's no reason for that if they ship me off to the Sabres. I should've just given Brady the go-ahead years ago to tell you that he loves you, but I was too damn selfish. You could be totally happy with him instead of being stuck in some fake relationship with a guy no one wants."

Your head was spinning with everything that Matt had been saying, but he was totally wrong, and you needed to tell him. "You're wrong, Matty." He crossed his arms in defiance. "Brady did come to me. He poured his whole heart out…" you took a deep breath remembering that day and all the pain you saw in one of your best friend's eyes; it had been one of the reasons why you'd never told Matthew that you love him. "He told me he loved me and how perfect we'd be together."

"He did?"

"Yes, Matty he did. And when he finally let me speak, I told him that while I loved him very much as a friend. He wasn't the Tkachuk I had feelings for." Your eyes burrowed into Matt's imploring him to see all the love you had for him. "You say no one wants you, Matty, but I'm here. I'm always going to be here and I'm always going to pick you. It doesn't matter if we're in Calgary or Buffalo or Timbuktu; it's always going to be you."

Matt was in front of you in less than two steps. He crushed his lips to yours before another word could be said. The kiss was bruising and demanding and one that spoke of need. You could tell in that one kiss alone that Matt needed you more than anything else in the world at that moment, and you met him every step of the way. His hands cupped your cheeks holding you to him, as one kiss melted into another and then another until you were grasping at his shoulders to keep yourself upright while not wanting this to stop.

When you finally clutched onto him, Matthew realized you weren't going anywhere. That, in fact, you wanted him as much as he wanted you. He let his hands slowly glide down from your face to your body. He needed to feel you. Hold you. Burn your skin with his touch. His hands fisted the cotton of your oversized sweater; bunching it up to your waist where he could finally feel your soft downy skin. It was only then he realized he'd have to break the kiss in order to get the garment off of you. He pulled back from your lips, watching your eyes glass over as you took breath after breath of air, just as he was. He wanted to just rip the sweater right off, but he needed to know if you wanted this as much as he did. He needed to know if you were willing to go all the way, for he knew that if things continued from here, he couldn't turn back. "I…do you…" God, he didn't know how to ask you. It had been easy with every woman before you. A simple, do you want to fuck, was all it took, but you were special. You were so much more than a night in his bed. You were his future, and those words just didn't seem to match what he wanted to do with you.

You saved him from saying any more. "Yes, Matty," you breathed out. "Yes."

It was all the verbal confirmation Matt needed. He threw the sweater over your head, tossing it somewhere in the dining room, and then his hands were back on your flesh. Soft and warm, his hands twitched as they tried to caress your exposed skin. It wasn't enough he needed more. He wanted your hands on him as well, touching and stroking his body everywhere. As if you sensed his need, your hands moved this his waistband, untucking the dress shirt he'd donned for the occasion.

Your hands shook as they undid the first button. Yes, you and Matthew had fooled around. Even gone as far as to make each other cum, but tonight was different. Everything changed the moment you realized that he too had feelings for you. Sure, there were no declarations of love, but none were needed at the moment. What you did need was him. Your fingers raced as fast as they could unfastening one button after another until you could finally peel the fine linen shirt off him, though that meant his hands were no longer on you. That only last for a second though, for as soon as the shirt pooled down at his feet, his fingers were back on you; grabbing your waist and pulling you ever closer to him.

Matthew couldn't think straight as your hands glided over his chest. Your nails against him causing gooseflesh to rise everywhere. Somewhere in his lust filled brain, it finally registered that he needed you out of the dining room and in his bed. He took one step back, clutching you to him as he eased out until you were both in the living room. When his legs bumped into the back of the sofa he stopped, breaking the kiss once again. "God, I want you," he panted as he gazed at your red and swollen lips, bruised from his kisses. He couldn't control himself as his lips once again sought your flesh, this time sucking gently at the nape of your neck.  

You threw your head back, giving him greater access to your body, and his mouth traveled down across your collarbone. His kiss skimmed along the lace of your bralette causing you to moan out loud. It was then that your fingers sought purchase in his curls, raking through his locks like they'd itched to do for so many years. His lips encircled your nipple and you cried out, loving the feel of him even through the lace. He tugged with teeth and then lavished the bud with his tongue, making you weak in the knees. His every move was setting your body on fire.

Matthew tortured one hard peak and then turned his attention to the other before letting his hands drift to your midsection. His fingers searched for the buttons and the flap of your jeans all while his lips were attached to your breast. However, he couldn't find them. "Where's the…"

"They're leggings, Matty." Your sweet little laugh went straight to Matthew's groin, making him even harder than he already was. He supposed that he hadn't been paying that much attention to whether they were leggings or pants up until the moment he wanted them off of you, but it was something he would definitely pay attention to in the future. Right now, though, he wanted you to burn as much as he did. His hands which had been fumbling for your buttons, slid down to cup your core. The heel of it pressing into your clit and mons, rubbing you gently until a whimper left your throat.

"Still think it's funny?" Matthew growled at your earlobe before taking it between his teeth.

"Fuck, Matty," you hissed out. Thankfully, he ceased his torture as he opted for pushing your legging down. He was practically on his knees getting them off of you and when he looked up from his position, the smirk on his face told you of his intentions.

"Upstairs…now…we can't do this here." His voice bordered on desperate as he gave the command. You knew if you didn't move, he'd take you right there, not that either of you were opposed to that. But it wasn't how you envisioned your first time together. His intense stare burrowed deep into your eyes, and even though you knew that you should be moving towards the staircase; you couldn't look away.

In one swift motion, Matthew rose from the ground, never breaking eye contact with you. His hands slowly glided up your bare skin. Caressing you from your waist then running along your back. He toyed with the elastic of your bra. "We need to…" You knew exactly what he meant. That if you didn't head upstairs to the bedroom now, there would be no turning back and he'd take you right there against the back of the couch. You half turned, before his arms locked around you, pulling you close to him as his mouth came down hard on yours. All the heat of moments ago, he threw into the kiss. His tongue diving into you and drinking you whole. This was it, you thought vaguely as moments of clarity would make it to your brain. Your first time with Matthew would be right here on this couch and damn you didn't care one bit. But then he moved. Maneuvering both of your bodies to the stairs. How he managed such a feat you had no idea.

Hands were everywhere as you both made your way to the staircase. Yours deftly unbuckling his belt, then moving to the flap of his jeans before pushing them off his hips. He stepped out of them, before grabbing your hips and lifting you onto him. You had no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist as he started up the stairs. Halfway up, he unclasped your bra and you marveled at his swiftness in how he was able to unhook it in one shot. Once you reached the top of the stairs, he set you down breaking the kiss for the first time since you'd left the sofa. "I need this off now." He pulled the straps down and tossed the garment down the stairs. It would've been almost comical except for Matthew's intense heated gaze, which sent a shot of wetness pooling at your core. "God, you're beautiful." No sooner were the words out of his lips than his mouth was back on yours. Kissing you with a passion that had your head spinning. As his lips worshiped your mouth, his hands kneaded your flesh in a most unholy manner. Pinching and tweaking each nipple, until finally he couldn't take it anymore and had to have his mouth on there. There in the hallway of his home, he sucked and nibbled each globe. You threw your head back when his teeth gently bit down causing a feral moan to leave your lips.

"Matty," you whimpered as he lavished attention on your other breast.

Whether it was you calling out his name or his own desire to have you naked in his bed, Matt was unsure, but he trailed his mouth back up to yours and then skated you both down the hallway and into the bedroom. He kicked the door shut, not knowing why, when the house was empty, yet needing a way to keep the outside world away. He wanted nothing and no one to stop what was about to happen. The moment where he would finally make you his. One that he'd been dreaming of for some time now. He pushed the duvet back, before following your body down onto the mattress.

The two of you were a mess of tangled limbs, as you explored each other's bodies. Matt cupped your sex, the wetness there evidence of the desire you had for him. It spurred him on and he shimmied your panties down and off your legs. His fingers traveled up the length of your inner thighs to the juncture between, where he slipped a digit between your folds. God, you were wet he thought, and all for him. He wanted to say that, wanted to tell you how much he wanted you but he was driven by primal lust and couldn't seem to remove his lips from your body long enough to articulate it all. There would be other times though. Many more if Matt had his way.

That single finger slithering back and forth against your pussy was driving you insane, but when his thumb brushed against your clit you gasped into his mouth as pure ecstasy shot through your body. You arched your back into his hand craving more of his touch. Matt didn't disappoint as he slide that same digit inside you, working you into a frenzy that you'd never known before. You couldn't stay still, squirming against him as he continued his assault on your pussy. When he added another finger, you broke the kiss with a gasp, as the exquisite feel of him inside you stole your breath away. You knew that he'd carry you over the edge if he continued this way but you wanted more. You wanted him buried deep inside you. "Matty," you whined and it sounded more like you wanted him to continue. "I need…need you inside me."

Matthew's hand stilled at your words. Fuck, if he didn't want to be balls deep in you as well. He took a second to look deep into your eyes, to make sure you knew what you were asking for. There was no denying that you wanted him. He desired you just as much, if not more. Slowly, he extracted his fingers from inside you. The whimper you moaned, had him questioning if he shouldn't have gone with his initial thought and given you the pleasure he so badly wanted to see wash over you, instead of giving in to the lustful desires you both craved. Quickly, he shed his boxer briefs. Pumping himself a few times before spreading your legs a little wider.

He hovered above you. His cock just nudging at your entrance. "You're sure?"

It was a question he didn't need to ask. You'd been waiting for what seemed like your whole life for this moment. "Yes," you breathed out.

Matt painstakingly inched forward. The head of his cock just barely inside the warm haven that was you. He sucked in a breath of air, willing his body to calm down and not explode before he made this good for you, as well as him. His cock slid in another inch and he shut his eyes this time taking a few deep breaths to control himself.

Matthew was barely in you and yet you felt full, stretched, but also like you were in the best kind of heaven. When he finally bottomed out, you moaned out in pleasure. The sound causing Matt's eyes to shoot open. A primal groan left his lips as well. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him that fraction of an inch closer. "Fuck, (Y/N)," he hissed out before he started to move.

Which each rock of his body into you, your hips thrust up to meet him. The two of you moved as one as if you'd done this a million times before today. Maybe it was because you knew each other so well, or maybe it was just because you two belonged together, but you'd never felt so at one with someone as you did right now. You moaned or maybe it was Matthew, either way, it echoed off the walls of the bedroom along with the slapping of your bodies joining together. It was primal, lust driven but also filled with so much passion that it made your heart long for this feeling every day for the rest of your life.

Matthew felt his heart constrict as he gazed down at you. He'd never in his life felt such love for someone as he did at this moment. Sure, he loved his family, but this, this was something completely different. One minute all he could think about was ripping your clothes off and now he just wanted to make love to you all night long. It was no longer about sex to him, not that it ever was. He knew you were his forever, his everything, and after tonight he planned on never letting you go. He wanted to tell you he loved you but declarations at this time could be easily dismissed and so Matthew lowered his mouth to yours, kissing your sweet tender lips as his body slid so perfectly into yours.

The kiss was perfect in every way possible. You felt cherished, wanted, and loved all with the touch of his lips, but it was more than that as his cock slid in and out of you. It was this pure euphoric feeling that you never wanted to end, and at that moment, as you felt your body starting to tremble, you realized that everything was going to change and god you hoped it was for the best. You clutched Matthew's back as your orgasm started to wash over you. "Oh God, Mattthhheeewww," you screamed out as wave after wave crashed over you.

Matt watched you fall apart underneath him, and never in his life had he seen something as beautiful as you cuming. Knowing that he brought you such pleasure, had him reaching for his own as your pussy clenched him. His thrusts grew erratic and his balls tightened, right before he exploded inside you. Your name on his lips as he came.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily as you came down off your highs. Only you weren't sure you wanted it to end. You wanted your lives to continue this way, to share his bed every night, to wake up with him every morning, and to love him every day for the rest of your lives; but even after everything you'd just shared you were scared to tell him all that. So instead, you buried Matthew's head in the crook of your neck, clutching onto him hoping that he wouldn't let you go. It was minutes before he finally made to move out of your embrace and your body. A small whimper escaped your lips when his cock slipped out of you. You felt the loss keenly, wanting to be part of him once again and hoping that he wasn't pulling away; regretting what the two of you had just shared.

As soon as Matthew pulled out of you, his cock started to stir back to life, wanting, no needing, to be part of you again. But it was too soon for that. So, he rolled onto his side, taking you with him, for he still needed to touch you, hold you, feel you close to him. So many thoughts were running through his head. Should he tell you now, how much he loved you? How he'd been in love with you for some time, if not forever? Or should he wait and not do it in the afterglow of the passion you'd just shared?

His hand immediately went to your hip, where he drew slow circles there. Matthew tended to do that a lot lately, or so you noticed. It sort of became his new thing with you and you loved every second of it. It was so comforting and intimate, but also a huge turn on. Though you tamped that thought down not knowing what was going through Matthew's head at the moment. But you needed to find out. Resting your chin on top of your hands, which were now laying on Matthew, you looked over at him. "Matty, we should…" you started only to be stopped by him.

"I know we should…but can we just save it…only until morning." Matthew wanted to linger in this feeling of love before he heard you say that the two of you shouldn't have done that or that it would never happen again. He wanted to let his mind wander to times where he made love to you every night, not talk about it never happening. Not that Matthew wasn't ready to plead his case by admitting he was in love with you.

"Ok," you answered, giving in and laying your head back down on his chest.

"Thank you, princess." His hands went back to drawing circles at first on your hips and then slightly lower. Matt knew he should get out of bed and have a conversation with you about not only what just happened but what he wanted your future to be. He should also be the gentleman and get you a cloth to clean up. Instead, he was a being selfish bastard who didn't want you to leave his arms. It occurred to him then that you may try and head to your own room and that was the last thing that he wanted. His arms tightened around you, while at the same time he tangled his legs with yours making it harder if you sought to escape.

You laid there tangled with Matthew's body and couldn't have been happier. This was exactly how you wanted to fall asleep every night for the rest of your life. You were so sated, so content, and you felt so loved, that you could feel sleep begin to take over. You yawned, which Matty caught of course. "Sleep Princess." He leaned down and kissed your forehead, those lazy circles beginning again on your hip and then moving to your back and then finally further down to your ass. The light and tender touch lulling you to sleep. You felt Matthew yawn more than heard it and knew he felt the same contentedness as you. Soon sleep took you both.

You weren't sure if it was the incessant ring of the doorbell or the extremely loud pounding on the door that woke both you and Matthew up. "Jesus, who the fuck is here at this hour?" Matthew mumbled looking at the time.  He stretched before getting out of the bed and grabbing a pair of sweats. "I'll be right back."

Matthew made his way down the stairs through the strewn clothes you'd both shed last night. He found your bra hanging off the railing of the steps and thought about moving it, but then the damn knocking started again and he kept heading toward the door. He opened it, surprised by who was on the other side. "Johnny, what are you doing here? I didn't miss practice or something did I?"

"No," Johnny answered walking through the open door into the house. "You're not answering your phone and your dad called me when (Y/N) didn't answer either. He's afraid you went off the deep end after that rumor came out last night."

Matthew had freaked out when he saw the text message from his agent, but then things with you had just…well they had escalated on a level Matt never wanted to end but at the same time, he wasn't sorry that they had. He looked over at the dining room, there on the table amidst the empty plates lay both of your phones. "Yeah, I turned off the ringer last night."

"And apparently turned on your fiancé." It was then that Matthew noticed Johnny looking around the house, taking in all the clothes that lay all over the place. Johnny chuckled as Matthew turned crimson. "Relax Chucky, it's not anything Mere and I haven't done." The men laughed as Matt headed over to look at his phone. "So, I take it you haven't heard the news then?" Johnny continued when Matt knitted his brows together. "Eichel went to Vegas. The whole Flames trading you was definitely a rumor."

Matthew thought he'd be relieved when found out the trade really was nothing but a farce, but he found he wasn't really worried anymore. That he hadn't been concerned with it ever since you'd told him last night that you'd always pick him. It honestly didn't matter to him what team he was on, as long as you were by his side. As if he summoned you, he looked up and saw you walking down the stairs. Clad in a short robe, you took his breath away and made him smile.

"Hey (Y/N)," Johnny greeted you with a knowing smile.

"Hi, Johnny."

"Sorry for waking you both, but you weren't answering your phones."

That reminded Matthew to grab his. There were several calls from family and friends, including one from Treliving. He listened to that message first. "Shit. Treliving wants to meet with me…" Matt glanced at the clock and noted the time. "as soon as I can get there."

"Well, I'll see myself out. Make sure you call Walt. Can't have the big guy mad at me." With that Johnny left.

Matthew was in front of you in two strides. His hands going to your arms, rubbing them up and down in a soothing motion. "I know I said we'd talk…but…"

You held up your hand to stop him. "Go, we can talk later."

The side of Matthew's mouth turned up in a crooked smile. "This was not how I saw our morning going." He leaned in and kissed your forehead, making you smile. "I promise we'll talk when I get home." You nodded, as he stepped back, yet his hands didn't release their grip on your upper arms. "Oh hell…" He crushed you to him in one swift move, his mouth coming down hard to kiss your lips. It wasn't long, but it was enough to steal not only your breath but your senses away as well. "I'll be back soon."

You shook yourself as Matthew headed upstairs to shower quickly. Last night replayed in your brain. You knew that Matt had some kind of feelings for you. What they were, you weren't a hundred percent sure. It was definitely more than lust, but was it the love that you felt for him; you couldn't be sure. One thing you were sure of was that time was going to tick by way too slow until Matthew got home.  

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not telling them you’re pregnant [2] - f!reader

- little angst, hurt/comfort??, fluff

- characters: iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama

- warnings: pregnancy, cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, some cursing, mentions of sex, “mad” iwa makes out with your neck, atsumu pretends to faint and reader jokes about him dying :0

- wc: 1.4k, 1.3k, 1.7k (jfc thats a lot)

a/n: thank u guys for all the love on the first part <333 ily all and ty to the nonnie that requested tsumu and kags

f!reader cuz pregnancy but no specific prns/gendered terms used

[1. suna, sakusa, semi]

IWAIZUMI

#! you were planning on telling iwaizumi the big news that night

#! you missed your cycle this month, thinking it was probably just late so you didn’t care and waited for one more week to pass before worrying

#! it was almost two weeks now, your period tracker repeatedly sending you notifications to remind you to log your monthly cycle

#! but you had no cycle to log

#! thinking that you should go buy some tests, you did just that and came home to see them all turn positive

#! you were in the kitchen cooking a quick dinner when iwaizumi came home

#! he entered your home mumbling under his breath about some kid while putting up his jacket and shoes

#! “welcome home, haji!” you greeted him from the kitchen

#! “hey.” he briefly said back making you turn around to look at him

#! “you alright? what happened?” you tried starting a conversation in hopes of getting his mind off of whatever it is that seems to be bothering him

#! “some fucking kids came into the gym today, acting all obnoxious, trying to taunt me and the team because they wanted to impress some girls who probably didn’t even know them. would’ve knocked them out if it wasn’t against the fucking law.” he harshly explained his day while looking through the fridge for his protein drink

#! you tried not to laugh, turning around so he couldn’t see your face and tightening your lips together to contain yourself, but it was so funny you couldn’t help but imagine it

#! iwaizumi heard the giggles coming from you causing him to roll his eyes, “what’s funny?”

#! “nothing, should’ve just knocked them out, babe.”

#! “yea? sounds like you want to start visiting me in jail,” he makes his way over to back hug you while you continued cooking at the stove, “well then, i’ll keep that in mind next time some dinky teenager get in my face, baby.” he mumbles against your neck before giving you a quick kiss there

#! “hajjj, i’m cooking. go be horny elsewhere!” your upper half shuddered when he continued making out with your neck

#! “whatever you say, your highness.” deep chuckles come from him while he lets go of you to walk to the bedroom

#! “don’t call me that!” his laugh getting louder at your exclamation

#! later that night, you both laid in bed on your sides staring out of the window in front of you

#! “hey haj,” your voice a gentle whisper as to not wake him up if he had already fell asleep

#! “hmm?” he hums from behind you, rough, warm hands under your shirt rubbing itself on your bare stomach

#! “do you ever want kids?”

#! he was silent as he thought about what to say to you

#! “i don’t if they’re just gonna turn out like those dicks from today.” his answer wasn’t meant to be taken too seriously, he just hoped you didn’t interpret that as him saying he doesn’t want kids at all

#! “so if they don’t?”

#! “.......sure.”

#! you noticed his hesitation before he gave you an answer, trying to ignore it so your brain didn’t start analyzing too much

#! “hm, ok. goodnight, haji.”

#! “goodnight, i love you.”

#! “love you too.”

#! you told yourself that you were gonna reveal the news to him that night, but seeing that he was worked up over those kids and his slight hesitation when he answered you made you change your mind at the last minute

#! you laid awake thinking about what to do while iwaizumi peacefully slept not knowing his hand was caressing his future child

#! a few days have passed and you were still thinking about when to tell him

#! should you just say it? how would you say it? “hey, i’m pregnant.” no, that’s too blunt. “what if i told you i’m pregnant?” eh. “i’m preggo!” maybe.

#! you both never brought up the topic about having kids again ever since that night

#! but what you didn’t know was how occupied iwaizumi’s mind has been ever since you popped that question

#! he’s been imagining what it would be like to have a little him running around the house, maybe he’s a crybaby and dramatic like his uncle oikawa — who definitely would like to be the godfather, and he promises daily facetime calls everyday despite iwaizumi’s obvious displeasure — or perhaps he also finds entertainment in the godzilla franchise like his father

#! iwa thinks it would be neat to sometimes watch godzilla with someone else besides you, preferably his own kid

#! the night you asked him that question, it took him a while to answer because he couldn’t believe what he just heard. getting lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize he forgot to answer you, giving you a quick, “sure.” once he came back to reality

#! you didn’t know this so you took his moment of silence as a sign of hesitation

#! the minor miscommunication causing you both to go into your own heads

#! you were currently looking in the full body mirror, observing the way your stomach looked and how much it’ll be changing soon to accommodate a living being inside you. your hands were moving around, curving itself against your stomach naturally when iwaizumi walked in on you

#! “babe, have you seen my hoodie? the black one, i think you were wearing it-,” his sentence cut off when he looked up from his phone

#! “what are you doing?” he asked seeing you pull your shirt back down

#! “looking at my stomach.”

#! “why? are you okay?” his voice softened at the second question wondering if you were feeling bad about yourself

#! “uh no, wait- yes, yea i’m okay. um, can i tell you something?”

#! before he could answer, you continued, “well, by tell i mean show. i have something to show you.”

#! “uh, yes? why are you so nervous?”

#! “ok, wait here.”

#! “babe-,” and you ran off leaving iwaizumi and the rest of his sentence in the room. a few seconds later, you came back holding something in your hand

#! “here.” grabbing his thick fingers to open his palm before stuffing the item into it. his eyebrows furrowed and he slowly unravels the piece of paper. you analyzed his face for any signs of anger or discontent while his eyes scanned the pictures from one corner to another

#! “w-what is..... you’re pregnant?” he whispered out, mind and body in shock as he stares at you wide-eyed

#! you nodded knowing that if you opened your mouth to talk you were probably going to cry. he falls onto the bed, sitting at the edge, then buries his head into his hands

#! “haji?” your voice lower than a whisper

#! he didn’t answer

#! but you saw it

#! you saw his shoulders starting to shake

#! “haj?” you tried again, this time lightly walking towards him

#! his cries became audible when he felt your smaller hands wrapping around his shoulders

#! “hey.. why are you crying?” you tried comforting him because it didn’t seem like his tears were going to stop any time soon

#! “shit, yn, fuck me.” he said through his cries

#! “oh?”

#! he rolled his eyes at your implying tone before grabbing you by the waist to lay his head on your chest. his breath staggered from crying, he was still crying just not as hard

#! one of your hand gently going through his hair while the other one rubs his back. the action soothing him enough to calm him down and eventually his tears stopped. “why didn’t you tell me?” his voice pouty and his sentence breaking between every other word

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids. i was scared.”

#! he raises his head so his chin is now resting on your chest, “why’d you think that?”

#! “you.. hesitated... when i asked you, remember?”

#! his eyes drifting to the side as he tries to think back on the last few days. you knew he remembered when his eyes slightly widened and his lips formed a small o, “i’m sorry, the question made me imagine things and i got lost in my train of thoughts that i forgot to answer you right away.”

#! “oh.”

#! “yea..”

#! “then, i’m sorry for assuming things and not telling you.”

#! “no, it’s not your fault.”

#! “it’s not yours either.”

#! “so.. truce?”

#! “idiot! why are we making a truce?!”

#! he giggles as he stuffs his face back into your chest but not before he bent down to give your stomach a loving kiss

ATSUMU

#! atsumu was huffing with his arms crossed across his chest, lip in a pout and eyes squinted as he focuses on the television in front of him

#! “stupid ‘samu and his stupid food. i don’t need it. if he doesn’t want to give me any, then i don’t need it. i can make my own food. stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid.” he childishly mumbled under his breath as his eyes squinted even more, shooting his glare directly at the television

#! “‘tsumu, can you come help me with this?” a voice called from the bedroom. your voice. his beautiful, lovely, awesome sweetheart

#! “c’ming.” he mumbles, slowly sliding off of the couch to trudge over to you

#! “hmm?” he hummed when he got to the entryway of your shared bedroom

#! “can you hold this up a bit, i need to get something in here.” you were in the walk-in closet organizing some things

#! he was happy to help, but you could tell from the way he was pouting and his eyebrows still furrowed that something was bothering him

#! you sighed, “what’s wrong?”

#! “nothin’.”

#! “‘tsumu....,” you gave him a knowing look

#! he was gonna have to tell you at some point, “‘samu, that food hogging pig!”

#! “oh, hey! don’t call him that! it’s mean.”

#! “dun care, his fault for not sharing. our mom taught us better than that.”

#! “you don’t share, get off his back.”

#! “i do!! why are ya siding with him?! i’m yer boyfriend! yer sweet, loving, ethereal boyfriend!”

#! you raised an eyebrow at the way he described himself, “y’sure ‘bout that?”

#! his mouth opens as if he was going to gasp but no sound came out, he just pretended to faint

#! “oh no, did you die?”

#! no answer

#! “about time, thought i was gonna have to endure it for a few more years.”

#! “hey!!” he bounced back up when he heard you say that ridiculously offensive comment

#! “fine, i’ll leave then. don’t come running back to me when ya miss yer oh so handsome future husband.”

#! you snorted before going back to organizing the closet, “hold this for me, please.”

#! he groaned from the back of his throat but went over to help you anyway

#! recently, the twins’ mom gave you guys some boxes of clothes she had put away for some time. not wanting to throw them away, she gave it to you guys and osamu to take whatever you could

#! while looking through the boxes, you dug up some baby clothes that belonged to atsumu

#! “oh my god.”

#! he swings his head over to look at you, “what? hey! that’s mine!”

#! “it’s so ugly.”

#! “i’m telling my mom you said that. she’s gonna hate you sooooo much.”

#! “‘tsum, she set you up.”

#! he faked a wail and then turned back around to ignore you

#! “y’think we can keep some?”

#! “what for?”

#! “i don’t know..what if we have kids later?”

#! “that sounds nice...but we might have twins. i don’t want that.”

#! “huh? you can’t control who and how many we get, ‘tsumu.”

#! “then, let’s not risk it!”

#! “so, you don’t want kids?”

#! “precisely, yah.”

#! you stared incredulously at him while he continued sorting through stuff like he didn’t just tell you he made up his mind on not wanting kids

#! you found out two days ago that you’re pregnant, not yet telling atsumu because you just couldn’t find the right time to sit him down and talk

#! you didn’t expect to find out now that he for sure didn’t want kids. you guys talked about it a few times throughout the years of being together, but he never gave a definite answer

#! it was usually just him teasing you, or he was running around the answer. you never pushed him to answer, you didn’t want to pressure him or anything of that sort

#! “good to know, i’ll keep that in mind.” you mumbled, distracting yourself with folding the clothes

#! atsumu gave you a hum to acknowledge your words. no one says anything after that

#! a few days passed and the topic wasn’t brought up again. you secretly stashed some of the baby clothes while cleaning, the baby was gonna come at some point whether atsumu wanted it or not

#! but what you didn’t know was that he kept a stash of the baby clothes as well. he cleared out a space in his sock drawers by stuffing everything to one side, placing a stack of clothes inside because deep down he knew that there was going to be a mini him one day

#! it was currently morning, you both having the day off so you slept in. your back was curved to mold against his well defined chest while you slept. atsumu was snoring but you learned to block it out over time (he claimed you snore as well, but was never successful on proving it)

#! your eyes shot open, feeling the familiar bile crawling up your throat threatening to come out without your permission

#! quickly throwing the arm that was wrapped around you off, you ran towards the connected bathroom

#! your disappearance making atsumu’s sleepy eyes blink open, “babe? it’s still early.” his rough morning voice whispering out because it wasn’t capable of being louder than that in the morning

#! he heard the gagging noises from the restroom, eyes shooting wide awake in concern. he trips over the comforter trying to get out of bed, hurriedly running to you

#! atsumu acted fast and was holding your hair back, warm palms rubbing circles on your back. he wasn’t sure what to say, choosing to stay silent until you were finished

#! you wiped your mouth with the back of your palm, gasping for air over the toilet seat, reaching out to hold the hand that was on your back, you whispered out an, “i’m pregnant.”

#! initially he didn’t hear you, but once he heard it in his head he gasped. “how long?”

#! “not sure, almost a month?” your voice rough from throwing up

#! atsumu was confused. eyes darting everywhere, not really sure where to exactly focus on. his mind was racing, trying to think of why he didn’t know anything for so long, “ya didn’t tell me?”

#! “how could i when you said you don’t want kids?”

#! “i’m...oh..sorry, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to be taken too seriously. i only said that because of the thing with ‘samu so i thought ya could tell it was a joke.”

#! “no ‘tsumu, i couldn’t. i was already pregnant at that point and hearing you say that about having kids really affected me. i didn’t know how to tell you after you specifically said to not risk anything, how was i suppose to know it was meant to be a joke?” your voice still groggy and tears were building up in your eyes.

#! he lightly sighs then brings his hand up to cup your head, rubbing it to calm you down. “i’m so sorry, angel. i do want kids, specifically with ya. what i said was a bit dicky, but i was just being immature, i promise. i won’t joke about serious things like that again, i’m sorry.”

#! you sniffed and brought his hand up to kiss him on the palm, but he quickly yanked it away making you look up at him in shock. “ya just threw up.” he pointed to the toilet.

#! you laughed at that and quickly apologized, he carried you up so you both can stand up from the bathroom floor. atsumu gently washing your hands and around your mouth, then you swishing some water in your mouth to get rid of the throw up aftertaste

#! “wanna know a secret, babe?” he blurted out while helping you walk back to the bed

#! “what?”

#! “i kept some of the baby clothes.” a shy smile on his face as he winks at you from the side

KAGEYAMA

#! you’ve been feeling a bit sluggish lately, you weren’t sure why because it came out of nowhere

#! you decided to ignore it, but as time passes, you didn’t get any better and you even started to throw up

#! thinking back to the talk your mom gave you when you were 10, you went out to buy some pregnancy tests

#! the timeline made sense, the last time you both had sex was a few weeks ago

#! kageyama’s been caught up with practice, you were stressed, so naturally you both thought it was a good idea to let it out

#! but what you didn’t expect was having to buy pregnancy tests because there was a possibility you’re pregnant

#! granted there wasn’t any protection used and you stopped taking your pills a while ago because you guys just didn’t care anymore, so nevermind, you do see how you could be pregnant

#! but damn, one time. all it took was one time

#! shaking your head, you took your phone out to text kageyama

#! you’re not telling him over text, just letting him know you have something to tell him tonight so he can know to prepare for a talk

#! you: tobiii

#! you: i have something to tell you

#! you: tonight tho

#! you: after you come home

#! him: ok love

#! while waiting for him to come home, you lazed around and scrolled through social media for a bit. checking twitter, you were reading some tweets from kageyama’s fans, finding some funny, some adorable, and some just...weird

#! but one tweet you saw was from someone who had met kageyama at one of his previous games. the person was talking about their experience getting to meet him and they even wrote out a part of the conversation they had with kageyama

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: omfg i just met kageyama fucking tobiiosdfjdf

#! it was a thread so you clicked on it to continue reading

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he’s so sighs dreamily

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so fucking tall. i’m 5′3 and mans all the way up there 👆

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: OH OMH wait lemme type out one part of our convo omfg i think he has a partner?????? like an actual s/o guys not me

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok i asked him smtg along the lines of what he thought abt having so many fans who are children ykk bc i was thinking he knew i was implying that these kids look up to him and stuff

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: but this man.....is so...UNAWARE why is he like this but he said smtg like he doesnt understand how kids can be fans of him bc how can they understand professional volleyball like that and i was like ???mf didn’t u grow up playing vball

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so i was like oh ok :D and then asked him abt his thoughts on his future kids following in his footsteps bc i was thinking his answer would be wholesome or some shit

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he told me,,,,, i dont have kids and i dont want any... !!!! why does mr kagman not want kids w me :(( /j

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok so like all of this happened v quickly i was like in and out in 10 seconds lmao but WAIT after he said he doesnt want kids i saw him scrunching his face up

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: im not mind reader nor body language reader but idk he looked .. hrm sad?? FUCK IDK DONT TAKE M E SERIOUSLY IM DELUSIONAL

#! being an adult, you knew you shouldn’t be taking twitter threads of his teenage fans too seriously but you couldn’t help but reread the part where he said he didn’t want kids

#! did he actually say that or is this person rewording what he said? you now realized how you guys never really talked about having kids

#! sure, it was brought up once or twice but it was just because you were having baby fever. kageyama himself never directly told you he wanted kids or he was fine with having kids of his own

#! you sighed to yourself as you lock your phone, closing your eyes to take a nap until kageyama comes home

#! you felt yourself being shaken awake lightly, a familiar presence hovering over you on the couch made you open an eye

#! “tobio?”

#! “who else would it be?”

#! “i don’t know, a murderer?”

#! he scoffs at the slim chance of a someone breaking in to hurt you, but quickly turned his attention back to you when he remembered you wanted to talk

#! “so what’d you wanted to tell me?”

#! “oh, can you sit down?”

#! “o..kay?” he stiffly walked to sit beside you on the couch

#! “i’m uh,” think of something, “honestly, i forgot. yea, i forgot what i was gonna tell you. sorry.”

#! he raises one eyebrow to gaze at you curiously

#! “are you sure? it sounded important when you texted me.”

#! “mhm! yup, i forgot. sorry if i worried you, heh, are you hungry? there’s leftovers we can heat up.” you quickly tried to change the subject, getting up to walk to the kitchen

#! luckily your boyfriend didn’t question it further and got up to trail right behind you

#! you figured giving yourself some time before telling him after what you read was a good idea

#! are you aware that you were overthinking some tweet by a stranger on the app that is twitter? yes, you were. but you’re also human and overthinking is in human’s nature

#! it’s been three weeks and you still haven’t told kageyama the news. a part of you was ready to tell him, just let him know and you guys talk it out, what’s the worst that could happen

#! but the other part of you was scared. scared he actually didn’t want kids. scared he was going to leave you because going through with the pregnancy would drag him down. scared he would get mad at you for not being more careful when he was equally at fault

#! you know how kageyama gets when his emotions get complicated, he can’t deal with it so his one outlet is anger

#! he has no filter and says whatever comes to mind, all logical thinking leaving his brain

#! and that part of you is the stronger one

#! obviously you were going to tell him at some point, it’s not like you can literally hide the growing baby inside you

#! just not yet, not until you’re ready

#! you’re currently a little over a month, bump not really showing, but it’s there and it’s growing

#! kageyama can be a bit dim when it comes to.. most things beside volleyball, and usually you tease him about it but for once you thank whatever god is out there that he hasn’t noticed any big changes on your body yet

#! that was until you were showering, and he made the decision to enter the shower with you without your knowledge

#! humming to yourself while scrubbing your arms, you scooted back away from the water so it wouldn’t wash off the body wash you were trying to use

#! the action causing you to lightly hit kageyama’s chest making you jump from where you were standing

#! “tobio!” you screamed, turning around to throw the foamed body wash at him

#! he chuckles at your surprised expression and didn’t mind the soap you threw onto him, which was now sticking to his defined chest

#! “why were you just standing there, creep?”

#! he was still giggling when he answered you, “did i scare you this time?”

#! “what do you think?” you lightheartedly roll your eyes before going back to scrubbing your body

#! he picked the loofah out of your hand to continue for you

#! you both enjoyed the relaxing sound of running water and quiet echoed hums as he takes his time washing you when he suddenly stopped

#! opening your eyes, you looked up at him, “what’s wrong?”

#! he was just staring at you, blinking very slowly

#! “why do you look- your stomach feels- you look very-,” he sighs, “you look pregnant.”

#! now it was your turn to blink at him

#! you totally forgot that you were naked at the moment and he could easily see every inch of your body

#! blinking once more, you took a deep breath before telling him, “that’s ‘cuz i am.”

#! “y-you are?!” he jumped from his spot

#! “yea.. do you have a problem with that?”

#! “i...why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “do you have a problem with that?” you repeated

#! “n-no..so why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “you’re not mad?”

#! “why would i...?” his voice slightly turning high pitched as he dragged the i out

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids.”

#! “who told you that? when did i say that?”

#! “twitter.” you murmured under your breath

#! “what?”

#! “twitter..” you said a bit louder, still murmuring and choosing to turn away from him

#! “twitter?! why didn’t you just tell me, your real life boyfriend?”

#! “because!.... i was scared.”

#! “s-scared? baby, why?”

#! “i was scared you were going to leave. i don’t want you to leave. that night i told you i had something to tell you, that was when i found out. i backed out when you came home and i’m sorry. i should’ve just told you, i’m sorry, tobio-,” you were crying at this point, both of you standing under the water

#! “shh, shh, it’s okay. i’m sorry for not noticing earlier. you’re alright, babe. it’s okay. it’s okay to not feel ready, you don’t have to feel pressured to tell me anything, alright? whenever you’re ready, you tell me,” you meekly nodded as he pulls you into a hug, “whenever you’re ready..”

#! you both stood hugging each other’s bare body for a few minutes under the warm water

#! “that was probably the smartest thing you’ve ever said, tobi.” your voice sounding congested from the crying

#! “hey. mean.”

[dinosaurtsukki]

haikyuu!! buzzfeed unsolved AU

OK THIS IS THE LAST BUZZFEED UNSOLVED RELATED HEADCANON SET I PROMISE 

[edit: check out the link at the bottom of the post for more buzzfeed unsolved au content :)]

hinata and kageyama:

90% of the show is them yelling and nobody watches it with earphones on

both of them believe in ghosts but that doesn't mean they want to see one

hinata will literally go to the bathroom five times before going to the spooky house and kageyama gets mad at him for it but there is Fear in his eyes

producer: 'were you scared?'

kageyama: 'pfft, no'

cameraman: *points camera down to show that kageyama's legs are shaking*

they also bring a shit ton of food with them when they stay the night at a place and they'll deadass be eating while talking about the history of the place

‘this house *crunch crunch* was built in *crunch crunch* 1972'

the producers tell them to stop bringing snacks but fans of the show love it

sometimes they'll shoot a mini mukbang video

SPICY, BARBECUE POTATO FRIES | Mukbang at the Waverly Hills Asylum'

hinata: *looking up how to do a seance on wikihow* it says we gotta offer some food for the spirit

kageyama: *spills the doritos he was eating on the table

*after 20 minutes*

kageyama: fuck this

hinata: *starts eating the doritos*

producer: ...

the ghosts: ..................the, audacity

tsukishima and yamaguchi

pretty much a ryan and shane duo right here

yamaguchi: we'll be visiting this place as part of our ongoing investigation on the question, are ghosts real?

tsukishima: *shakes head*

yamaguchi just wants to see the look of fear in tsukishima’s eyes at least once

yamaguchi: *hears a random thump sound* fUCk tSuKkI a gHoSt!!!

tsukishima: *sees a chair being tossed across the room* huh, the wind is pretty strong today

he likes to stick his head into attics to scare yamaguchi

yamaguchi always carries a water gun full of holy water

yamaguchi: i have holy water with me and i'm not afraid to use it! but i'm also sorry you had to die such a horrible death i hope you find peace soon

tsukishima: *walks into a basement that is supposedly a portal to hell* fuckin’ take me already

so many 'yamaguchi being an angel and tsukishima being a demon for 10 mins' video compilations 

daichi and sugawara

a very chaotic buzzfeed unsolved duo

suga, who is satan’s child himself, and daichi, who needs a raise

daichi: hello everyone! this is daichi,

sugawara: and suga

daichi: and you’re watching...

sugawara: jackass!!

daichi:...buzz...buzzfeed unsolved??

daichi started out being afraid of almost every place he had to walk into but after having to deal with the chaotic mess that is suga for an entire season, he no longer Feels Fear

this is because suga will deadass film a tiktok dance video no matter where he is

daichi: suga, someone was literally axe-murdered there

suga: *dancing along to ‘I’m a Savage’ or whatever that tiktok song is called*

daichi: *at cameraman* do you see what i have to deal with every day?’

suga is only genuinely scared by ghosts when his followers point out that a ghost was caught on camera in one of his tiktok videos

suga: *watching the video*

that was the end of suga’s tiktok career

tanaka and nishinoya:

another bunch of loud bois but they are much louder than kageyama and hinata

they’re very much into proving the existence of cryptids and are most known for that episode they spent hunting bigfoot by dressing up to look like bigfoot

tanaka: ‘you know that thing they do in cartoons where they stack on top of each other under a coat so they look like just one big guy?’

nishinoya: ‘ryuu i love you so fucking much’

other guy there who is also trying to catch bigfoot: oMg ItS bIgFooT *takes picture with the blurriest camera he could find*

both of them are very committed in their investigation of the supernatural and they’re very unconventional approaches

nishinoya: *lying on the ground in a creepy basement* EAT MY HEART DEMONS! WE’LL PUT THE VIDEO ON YOUTUBE!

tanaka: *takes out a spirit board* *spells out O-M-A-E  W-A  M-O  S-H-I-N-D-E-I-R-U*

ghost: *spells out N-A-N-I*

tanaka and nishinoya: *screaming*

kuroo and kenma: 

kuroo deadass flirts with any ghost or demon they encounter and kenma would sleep over in a haunted asylum for ten bucks

kuroo: *sidles up to the infamous annabelle doll* hey there little lady, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a locked, glass case with a ‘don’t touch’ sign like this?

kenma: kuroo, there’s a demon inside her

kuroo: well, i’m a bit of a demon myself

kenma: she attempted to choke a guy in his sleep

kuroo: oooh, choking. i can get behind that...

kenma: *looks at camera*

the demon in annabelle: d-daddy??

“kuroo flirting with demons and kenma looking at the camera for 5 minutes”

kuroo’s actually a huge fucking scaredy cat and kenma secretly tries to push him over the edge

kenma: *plays computer-generated screams of the damned on his phone*

kuroo: WHAT WAS THAT?

kenma: ...I didn’t hear anything *looks at the camera as if he was on the office and plays the sound again*

kuroo: i was too scared to close my eyes last night

kenma: i was actually able to catch a bunch of pokemon last night. who knew the winchester mansion is such a hotspot

producer: did you catch any evidence of ghosts?

kenma: ...i caught a gastly

bokuto and akaashi:

bokuto is a die-hard mothman fan and akaashi is emotionally involved in proving that ghosts exist he will stop at nothing

akaashi: all of the evidence on the shadow figures and orbs spotted in this place can only suggest one thing...

bokuto: mothman did it

akaashi: no

bokuto: yes

akaashi: mothman is literally five states away

bokuto: he has wings

during their individual investigations, akaashi has already foreseen how bokuto is going to react

producer: it’s been quiet for a while. do you think bokuto’s no longer scared?

akaashi: oh no. he should be screaming right about now...

bokuto, inside the haunted house: *screams and waves his flashlight around*

akaashi:  and then he’s gonna call for help

bokuto: AKAAAAAASHIIIIIIIIII

*few hours later*

bokuto: i saw my life flash before my eyes in there

akaashi: *muttering incoherently near his ‘evidence wall’ full of blurry pictures and red string*

bokuto: i must’ve stared into the abyss at one point

akaashi: this place is fucking haunted. can i go back? it’s for sale right?

ushijima and tendou:

ushijima’s knowledge of ghosts is based on hollywood movies and tendou has exorcised places just by vibing

ushijima: *brings out a pottery wheel* if there are any ghosts in here, you know what to do

he’s actually never watched Ghost he just knows That One Scene

tendou: *naruto-running through the goatman bridge with a go-pro strapped to his head* IT’S MY BRIDGE GOATMAN, IT’S MY BRIDGE!!!

the Goatman Himself: i’ve never felt so fucking scared in my entire fucking life

ushijima believes that chanting in latin will Summon the Ghosts and tendou takes full advantage of that

tendou: *handing ushijima a slip of paper* here, apparently this will summon a full-bodied apparition

ushijima: thanks *begins chanting*

producer, interviewing tendou to the side: okay, what did you make him read this time?

tendou: i typed out ‘let me eat your ass’ in latin on google translate and went from there

cameraman: *zooms in on ushijima chanting*

the ghost haunting the castle: *is confused in French*

in the end neither of them get evidence on ghosts

ushijima: well, we'll have better luck next time

tendou: maybe even revisit this place ?

the ghosts: i know i'm dead but this is the first time i've been scared for my life

[EDIT: for more buzzfeed unsolved au content written by me, check out The Search for the Mysterious Mothman, a headcanon set feat. bokuaka]

[patd--phan]

Wanna Be Yours

Pairing: Dadsbestfriend! Bucky (mid/late 40s) x reader (in early/mid twenties)

Summary: Y/N surprises bucky on a business trip and he promises to be hers.

Warnings: SMUTTY stuff (18+ only pleasee), unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (m receiving), riding, teasing, significant age gap, reader takes charge, “Doll/sweets/baby/sweetheart”, some cute ass shit at the beginning and end tho

WC: about 3K im sorry I was really H*rny yesterday and I was unable to do anything about it as i was stuck in the car all damn day

Note: So I was really h*rny yesterday and this happened lol I’m sorry. Loosely based on the song wanna be yours-arctic monkeys. Also this will probably be the only smut I ever write bc I don’t wanna become an 18+ blog or make anyone uncomfortable (not that 18+ blogs are bad tho lemme set that straight, most of my fav blogs are)

PS thank you for the love on my first ever fic with Peter Parker x reader, it made me so happy that ppl didn’t think I suck lol ( and i guess i lied saying i would probably never write another one shot lol)

You do NOT have my permission to repost this anywhere, I will come for u if you plagiarize ok bye

It was no secret that Bucky liked to be in charge in the bedroom, and you had absolutely no problem with that. After all, he was older and more experienced; he knew how to make your body sing. But this week you were craving something a little different. Bucky had been away on a business trip all weekend and you really missed him, not just the sex (but I mean…) but just cuddling and talking to him about your day; you were feeling clingy. You decide to text bucky even though you knew he couldn’t answer right away because he was currently in a meeting.

Y/N: I mis youu :( when will you be back tomorrow?

You just wandered around your apartment for the next 20 minutes, casually checking your phone about every 30 seconds just in case bucky was able to sneak in a text. He finally replied after 30 minutes, right as his meeting was ending at 3.

Bucky: Hey doll, I miss you too <3

Bucky: unfortunately one of the investors this morning had to push their meeting to late tomorrow afternoon, so I’m not gonna be home until very late tomorrow night :(

Y/N: dammit :(

Y/N: well good luck at the pitch meeting tomorrow, I love and miss you <3

Bucky: don’t gimme that pout I know your making doll, ill see you tonight on facetime! :)

Y/N: haha u know me so well, and yes you’ll see me tonight ;) (but I still miss u)

Bucky: I know doll I hate it too, see you tonight. Love you <3

Y/n: love you too <3

You didn’t know if you could go until late Monday without seeing bucky. As you laid on the couch smiling sadly about missing your love, an idea popped into your head. He was only two and a half hours away, and he wouldn’t be back at his hotel for another 4 hours at least. Fuck it, you were gonna go drive to his hotel and surprise him. You couldn’t be away so long, you felt super clingy this weekend and you needed to be on top of with him.

You quickly ran around your apartment, packing an overnight bag and you saw the package that arrived earlier on your floor that you completely forgot about because you couldn’t stop thinking of Bucky. You remembered its contents e(a completely evil lingerie set) and threw it in the bag with a smirk on your face.

The drive to Bucky’s hotel felt like forever and you had to remind yourself to stop speeding because you were so excited. When you finally got to his hotel, you had to convince the manager to give you a key to his room, proving that you were the man’s girlfriend with several pictures on your phone which was slightly embarrassing because in almost every picture, at least one of you was half-naked. Worth it. You thought. When you arrived in his room you quickly went into the bathroom to change into a little black dress (with a surprise underneath). Then as you were sitting on his bed waiting for him, you realized it would still be a while before he would get back, so you decided to tidy up his things, packing his clothes and organizing his suitcase. Pleased with your work, you sat back down on the bed and looked at your phone for a while. You finally got pulled out of your Instagram daze when you heard Bucky’s voice in the hallway laughing at something a coworker said. You quickly threw your phone on the dresser, straightened up you dress, and sat at the edge of the bed with a huge smile on your face, giddy to surprise him.

As he turned the doorknob he was still looking behind him talking to the man. When he finally said goodbye and turned his head around, his eyebrows raised up and his jaw dropped, which was quickly replaced with a smile even larger than yours.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, running towards you and throwing his briefcase on the floor.

He picked you up in a tight hug and you squealed, legs immediately wrapping around his waist.

“I told you you’d see me tonight!” you said, still clung to him like a koala.

“W-what?” He replied, still in shock. Letting your legs fall back to the floor.

“I just missed you too much” you shrugged.

If any human could embody “heart eyes” it was Bucky at that moment- he’s such a softie for you. He pulled your face towards him and gave you one of the most loving kisses you’ve ever had in your life. You were expecting it to be passionate and rough, but it was soft, delicate and loving, and your heart melted into a puddle. After your lips parted, you gazed into each other’s eyes before being pulled up in another tight hug. You giggled and wrapped your legs around him again.

“I guess you missed me too huh?” you laughed.

“Oh doll, you have no idea.”

You wrapped your hands in his hair, massaging his neck and he moaned loudly.

“Mm, that feels nice.” He hummed.

“You tired baby?” you asked, he seemed like he needed some TLC (and you were ready to give it to him).

“I am so exhausted.” He replied, making you frown behind his back.

You slowly slid down his body, back onto your feet again, and kept massaging his head. He looked at you lovingly before looking around his hotel room, his eyebrows pulled in confusion.

“Did you clean up in here?”

“Yep, while I was waiting for ya,” you replied, smiling.

His whole face softened.

“Oh, I really don’t deserve you doll.” Making you smile and shake your head.

“Oh yes you do.” You replied making him smile and his heart flutter in his chest.

He pulled you in for another kiss, this one with more fire and longing in it than the last one. His large hands grabbed you ass to pull you closer to him and you moaned into the kiss. You pressed your body against him even tighter and ran your hands through his hair making him moan. You could feel his pants tent start to grow against you and you smirked and moved you lips down to the side of his neck making him groan.

You pull back and look at him, hard and eyes half lidded, it turns you on so much you feel your panties dampening.

“Hey Buck?” you whisper, lips mere inches apart.

“Hmm?” he hums in response.

“I have another surprise for you.” You whisper into his ear before pulling back to look at his face.

“What’s that, doll?” he whispers.

You smirk and step away from him, noticing the confusion on his face before you pull your dress over your head and throw it onto the floor.

Bucky’s jaw drops, making you bite your lip and smirk even more. This was gonna be fun.

“Oh, fuck me,” He groans.

“Oh, I fully intend on it, Buck” you smirk.

He just groans and starts walking towards you.

“Buck?”

“Yeah sweets?”

“Wanna be mine tonight?”

“Fuck, I’ll be yours forever doll.” He says, making you whimper. You pull him against you by his tie, pressing your bodies together.

Your lips crash and tongues swirl together fighting for dominance. Hands moving up and down each other’s bodies like animals. Bucky squeezing your ass so tight you know there’s gonna be marks.

You both pull back enough so you can shimmy off Bucky’s tie and throw it over his head before unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off him. You then sink to your knees and undo his belt quickly before slowly unzipping his pants, kissing the outside of his member though his pants making him exhale a breath sharply.

“Fuck” he breathes out.

You don’t want to tease him too much (yet) so after another kiss, you shove his pants off and lay down on the bed, his body caging you under him.

The passionate makeout session resumes with Bucky still hard in his boxers pressing against your clothed core. You suddenly remember what you wanted and pull back from the kiss.

“Wait, no” you whisper.

Bucky pulls back, confused and nervous he did something to hurt you.

“What’s wrong?” he whispers.

You take advantage of his confusion and roll him over so you were straddling him with a smirk on your face.

Bucky moans at your actions, core pressing tight against him.

“You said you’d be mine.” You breathe over his lips. Moaning as being in charge is giving you a whole rush of feelings and confidence.

You kiss him, and he lets you dominate the kiss this time, biting his lips and grinding on him. He bucks his hips onto your and you pull back.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you, I’ll make you feel so good.”

Bucky moans at your words as you start to kiss all the way down his body, leaving little hickies down his chest. When you get towards his boxers he thinks your gonna kiss his member or pull down his boxers, but instead you go back up his chest, licking a stripe from his belly button all the way to one of his nipples, up his neck, to his lips.

Bucky moans, loud. You give him one more kiss before deciding to stop teasing him (kinda). You quickly kiss down his chest again and then plant a few kisses on his aching cock through his boxers. He bucks his hips and is whimpering under you. Fuck, that turns you on. Your big strong boyfriend who could probably crush you with one arm, whimpering and practically begging under you. Your panties are fucking soaked and you don’t think you can deny your own pleasure too much longer. You pull down his boxers and his cock is throbbing and dripping precum.

“Shit” you moan at the sight.

You lick the precum off him and he gives a high pitched moan that goes straight to your core.

“Baby please, I- I can’t.”

“Don’t worry baby I got you.” You reply as you take his full member into your mouth, sucking lightly.

Bucky moans and bucks his hips into your mouth. You push them back down and suck a few more times before getting off of him. He looks worried for a second before you slide your panties off and straddle his cock.

“Still wanna be mine?”

“Always” he replies.

You sink down onto him, jaw dropping and eyes closing at the feeling. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to him no matter how many times he’s been inside you. You both moan as his whole cock is finally buried inside you.

“Fuck Bucky, you feel so fucking good in me.” You moan, starting to rock your hips.

“God, I’m so fucking wet for you.”

Bucky continues to give low moans as you start to ride him.

“Fuck baby, I love you like this.” He says, making you start to ride him harder, moaning at his words.

His hands come grab your hips to help you ride him faster, harder.

“Baby- shit I’m close already.” He pleads.

“All for me? Shit baby aren’t I the lucky one?” You moan.

Bucky’s grip on your hips tighten and he starts to fuck up into you. He was about to blow.

You moan loudly at the feeling. “Cum in me baby please I need it.”

After a particularly hard thrust into your wet pussy you feel him spilling inside you. He lets out one of those vulgar high pitched moans and grunts that make your brain short circuit and your eyes roll back while your pussy clenches around him. You feel yourself getting close, but you want to give him another orgasm, so you sink down on him fully and slowly ride him, hearing him whimpering and moaning. You feel him get hard in you again (thank you supersoldier serum) and you rock back and forth on him. You reach down to rub your clit, but Bucky sees it and swats your hand away, replacing it with his metal one.

“Oh fuck” you moan at the cool sensation.

You start to bounce up and down on him again, the knot in your abdomen building and heating up. You feel yourself close to being undone as you ride him and his other hand runs up your body and squeezes your nipple through your thin lace bra. You moan and feel yourself clench around him, making him moan.

“Fuck- I’m gonna c-“ you get interrupted by the white hot explosion of your orgasm. Your eyes roll back, jaw hangs open and toes curl as you feel that release knock throughout your whole body, making you shake. You let out those high pitched moans and whines that only Bucky makes you feel.

Feeling you clench around him and watching your completely fucked out face, you feel Bucky’s thick cock twitch inside of you, and you moan as you feel him release in you again. Fuck that makes you feel good. So good you can’t think or move and you start to collapse on top of Bucky, but he slightly catches you and lays you down on his chest, both breathing heavy, with his cock still inside you, cum dripping all down your legs and onto Bucky.

You can’t speak, can’t think, the pleasure totally ruining you. After what feels like forever, you feel your breathing start to return to normal, as does Bucky’s, and you feel his hand rubbing up and down your back, grounding you back to earth from wherever on cloud nine you were.

You hum as you feel yourself finally calm down.

“Holy fuck, doll” you feel him lowly whine in your ear. You can only moan lowly in response.

“Baby that was fucking amazing.”

“Mmhmm.” You hum.

“…but I think I’m gonna lose my mind if you keep clenching around me.” He chuckles.

“oh shit, sorry,” you mumble out. You try to push up off of him but the farthest you got was placing your hands on his shoulders before your body gave up on you.

“Oh my God, I can’t move” you whisper. You’re so fucked out, your body won’t respond to your brain anymore.

Bucky moans at your words and slowly rolls both of you so youre on your side facing him. He reaches down and pulls his soft cock out of your pussy, moaning when he sees a burst of cum leaking from you.

You moan at the feeling of him exiting your body. You look him in the eyes and give him a lazy smile. His eyes sparkle back at you and his hand comes up to rub your cheek.

“Mm” you hum at the feeling.

“That was fucking incredible” he says, making you smile wider.

“I’m not disagreeing” you quip.

He chuckles lightly before saying “you gotta do this more often.”

“What, surprise you on business trips?” you question.

“No” he rolls his eyes and smiles, “Well yes actually, but I was talking about you absolutely taking charge tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” you smirk.

“Fuck yeah doll, I don’t think I’ve ever cum as hard. You looked so damn sexy in charge.”

You look away from his eyes, shying at his words, but also they were giving you the confidence to look right back into his eyes and say “I agree” with a smirk.

“I love hearing those high pitched moans you make, It turns me on so much” you admit.

“You know, only you can get those noises out of me, doll” he chides. You blush and smile at him.

He chuckles and you bring his face towards yours and kiss him deeply, tongues meeting together. You both hum into the kiss as his hand rubs down the side of your body.

When you break the kiss, both of you needing a breath, he pulls your body towards him, resting your head on his chest. You hum in peace as he rubs your back.

“I love you so much Y/N” he says and you feel your heart absolutely burst in your chest.

“I love you so much too Buck,” you reply, lifting your head to peck him on the lips before placing your head back on his chest.

You lay in silence for a minute before your mind begins to wander again.

“Did you mean it?” you ask.

“Mean what, doll?”

“That you’ll be mine forever?” you ask. “I mean not just in the sexy way but that you’ll be with me forever?” you ramble out.

“God yes sweetheart, you’re the one for me.” He responds and you didn’t think your heart could explode anymore, but it just did.

You squeeze his shoulder with your hand before coming up to kiss him passionately again, almost crying at all of the love going though you.

“I promise I’m all yours forever too, Buck” you smile at him.

“Good,” he smiles back, and you rest back on his chest, eyes getting droopy.

“Night-night sweetheart.” You feel yourself smile in your sleep.

“Goodnight my love.” You reply, further cuddling into his chest. Bucky feels his heart combust in his chest. God, wasn’t he lucky to have you. He didn’t know what he did to deserve you, but he knew that he was going to assure you that you deserve the world every day for the rest of his life. He kissed the top of your head before falling into a deep sleep, content with his favorite person tight in his arms.

[redswanned]

There Was Only One Bed part 2

AOT boys x Reader (I added more people because wow the first part was so fun to write)

Plot: You and him came back from a mission that left you both insanely tired. It’s too late to go home so you two decide to check into a hotel. There’s only one room left, with only one bed 😳

Levi

lets be real

Levi needs some damn sleep

and he was looking forward to resting after such as long day

but when he heard there was only one bed he kind of just

sighed

of course something has to happen when he just wants to relax

after seeing the cards he was dealt with he felt the most gentlemanly thing to do was offer you the bed

“Here, go to sleep in the bed. I’ll take the floor.”

“But Levi, you’re exhausted!” you pleaded

“I barely even sleep at night the floor is fine.”

not gonna lie it is hard to argue with someone like Levi

but you would not let him sleep on the floor

“You can take half of the bed, I don’t mind,” you told him hoping he’d take the offer

it was late and he knew he’d probably not sleep much at all like usual

he accepted your offer

but only settled at the very edge of the bed

it didn’t look comfortable lol but is Levi ever comfortable

you just shrugged it off before telling him goodnight

that is until you had a nightmare

you dreamt that you were the sole survivor when you and the scouts went to attack Marley

sometimes fellow humans are scarier than titans

you awoke to Levi shaking you concerned

“Hey, you were having a nightmare, are you okay?” he asked genuinely worried

that nightmare was too realistic as you felt tears roll down your cheek

Levi tenderly wiped your tears and felt his heart break at how warm they were and how many there were

“You’re safe here, I’ll make sure of it,” he said as he gingerly caressed your cheek

you slept peacefully later that night safe with Levi by your side 

Bertolt

when Bert saw that there was one bed he immediately felt flustered despite how tired he was

he kinda became a stammering mess

“Y/N, it’s okay you can have it!” 

“I can have what?” you questioned since he just blurted that sentence out

“The... bed” he muttered as he looked at the ground

he didn’t have to make the situation this much more awkward yet here we are

Bertolt being himself lol

but after hearing that he wanted you to have the bed you immediately offered it to him

“No you should have the bed! You’ve done so much today you need to rest,” you said

“No you should have the bed! I sleep really weird so I don’t want to bother you,” he admitted

how weird could he sleep?

maybe he snored? that’s not that weird

you insisted you two could share the bed and place a pillow in between you two

which he reluctantly agreed

it was late after all

you said your goodnights and you drifted off to sleep

until

A LEG LANDS ON YOUR FACE

“AHH!” you jolt awake shoving the leg off your face

and lo and behold

Bertolt is sleeping sideways with his limbs spread all over

“Hey! wake up!!”

“Huh, OH IM SORRY!” Bertolt immediately retracted

“See I told you I sleep weirdly,” he muttered

yeah even the pillow didn’t save you from his legs

“Bertolt it’s totally fine you can’t control it”

this time you both drifted off to sleep

until you felt an arm around you

you opened an eye and yup Bertolt was sleeping weirdly again

but at least his arms are finally around you 

Porco

Porco does come off as an angry guy

he just gets annoyed easily by incompetence 

so when he saw there was only one bed he felt pretty annoyed by the situation

how could they fuck up this badly?

you could sense Porco’s annoyance and exhaustion 

so you decided to offer him the bed

“It’s okay, I’ll be fine on the floor,” you said

“No, I’m not going to let you sleep on the ground because of the hotel’s dumb mistake.”

“I insist! I’ll be-”

“Just take the other half of the bed.”

he did sound pissed but you could tell he cared that you got a good rest after the long day you two had

you climbed into your half of the bed

“Hey, sorry for snapping. I just couldn’t let you sleep on the ground like that,” he said sheepishly as he climbed into his half

you assured him that everything was fine 

“I just can’t believe they managed to get it this wrong! Some hotel they are, I ought to write them a bad review. This is not how I wanted to get in bed with you,” he rambled on

that last part though

W H A T

“Um, Porco?” you asked feeling flustered

“Hmm, what, OH! Um, you didn’t hear that right?” 

you could tell he was flustered as well judging by his flushed cheeks and wide eyes

he didn’t mean to let that out

but thanks to his exhaustion he was being a bit too honest tonight

“You know I hoped we’d be in bed together someday too,” you admitted

he relaxed a little at this but there was an awkward pause

“Wait, you... like me?” he asked

“I have for a while,” you said not making eye contact yet here you were in his bed

“I didn’t think we’d be in bed together when you finally confessed,” he laughed which helped relax you

you spent that night cuddling and giggling as you two learned about how much you two liked each other

and laughing at how the “awful hotel” ended up helping you two finally confess

Colt

ok out of these guys I think Colt is the most gentlemanly 

when he saw that there was one bed he immediately claimed the ground as his sleeping spot

“Colt! That won’t be comfortable at all!”

“It’s okay Y/N, you deserve the bed!”

“Colt, I can see you shivering. Just get into the bed,” you insisted

he was too tired to argue with you so he did as he was told

“Ok but feel free to kick me out any time I won’t be offended I promise!”

you rolled your eyes 

yeah it wasn’t ideal but you both deserved a bed to sleep on after such a long day of taking Marleyan officers’ orders

it was insane how fast Colt fell asleep

seconds after he gave you permission to kick him out he was out cold

you chuckled and turned off the lights to go to bed

you were sleeping peacefully

until

you heard a voice?? at this hour??

your eyes shot open and realized the voice belonged to Colt

who was sleep talking

it sounded like he was telling someone something

“Y/N... and I slept together....No not like that...”

you couldn’t help but to feel a little flustered and amused 

this was entertaining so you kept watching

“Can me and Y/N....be..a reality?”

“Yes,” you muttered in agreement

at this point it looked like Colt had fallen in his dream and shot up awake

“Oh! Hey Y/N, sorry if I woke you up, I just-”

“So you were telling people we slept together?” you teased

Colt paused for a second

“How do you know about that...?”

“Has anyone told you that you sleep talk?”

Colt was a blushing mess now and kept asking how much of it you heard

you shut him up by asking if you and him could be a reality

that instantly answered all his questions

he played it cool though

“Yes, let’s become a reality, you’ll make my dreams come true,” he said

and that’s how you became his dream girl

Zeke

we all know how Zeke feels about mistakes

or as he puts, “miscalculations”

either way he is annoyed that a singular bed has become yet another one of his problems

he’s too tired to deal with this shit

but he also didn’t want to sleep on the ground but he didn’t want you to either

“Want the other half of the bed?” he just asked as he walked towards one side

“Yeah, I guess so. Thanks,” you said as you took the other side

you felt a little more awkward about it than Zeke did but you didn’t want to reject his offer

Just as you were about to go to sleep Zeke spoke up

“Do you think if people just disappeared problems would go away too?”

this was a pretty heavy question

definitely a late night thought

“Not necessarily,” you replied

“Elaborate.”

“Well, I think that people, no matter who they are, will have lasting impacts on the world,” you replied

you both continued having this philosophical discussion

you were impressed with his beliefs on the topic

Zeke was always a mysterious person and it was rare he opened up this way

he alluded that he didn’t have the greatest childhood which you sympathized with

maybe this is why he believed the way he did

you assured him that he was wanted 

“Thank you, it helps hearing someone say that. Even though I have one year left, I agree that my time on this Earth would have an impact. There’s no greater beast than me,” 

you could imagine how his mind was knowing he had a year left

maybe this is why he thought like this 

you lost track of time when you felt his arm envelop you

his warmth lulled you to sleep

thought provoking conversations are tiring but at least you’ve got him next to you

[drakenology]

“what that mouth do?” - w/ random haikyuu boys. because I dont know all the team names yet.

ft. bokuto, aakashi, kageyama & asahi

🎵 inspo song 🎵

warnings: oral sex (fem!receiving), cussin’, d+ddy kink, exhibitionism?, slight overstim, spit (yall know me), use of kitten in asahi’s sowwy, dash of somnophilia, a pinch of “cunt”

bokuto (mine)

i feel like bokuto would be the type to just get straight to it.

and believe you me he is a messy eater.

the whole room would be filled with sounds of him slurping and sucking all over your pussy

loves eating it from the back to prep you for the brutally beautiful backshots he’s about to bestow upon you.

also just loves your ass in his face.

fingers you and eats you out at the same time. (demon)

will tongue kiss you when he’s done to make you taste yourself.

talks about eating pussy to his teammates alll day. (much to their dismay)

he just loves eating pussy.

pussy eating experience: 10/10.

bokuto laid on the bed like a sniper with his sights on his target between your legs, hands resting on both thighs to keep you nice and spread for him. his tongue glides over your plush folds, poking and prodding at your entrance as his pretty eyes lock onto your face.

fuck, you were so beautiful like this; face scrunching up with every swipe of his tongue. you whimper as his fingers dive deep into your dripping sex, slurping noises ringing in your ears as he took your clit between his soft lips. you were blinded by pleasure, incoherent sentences flowing out of your lips of how good he was eating you right now.

bokuto nods, a cheeky “mhm.” sending you into a daze. your legs quiver and vibrate around poor bokuto’s head as you cum violently on his tongue. Even as your thighs are squeezing him to death he’s still licking you, riding you through your high and straight to yet another. Your back arched, your fingers entrapping into bokuto’s hair as you try and escape his killer grip on your hips.  “fuuuck, baby!” you cry, sobbing at the assault on your oh-so-sensitive pussy. bokuto can’t get enough of seeing you this way; begging and crying for him to stop. part of him loves your desperate pleas, relishing in every little jumbled swear you let out. 

aakashi (also mine)

another one who devours the pussy.

absolutely insatiable

will eat you anywhere... like anywhere

and will go all out on purpose so others could potentially hear you moan for him eek!

likes to 69 so your pretty mouth pleases him while he pleases you

high-key likes it when you get so tongue dumb that you can’t even focus on sucking his dick. 

loves to praise you; could literally write an essay about how good your pussy tastes

he’s just a damn demon ok?

you’re out trying on cute little dresses for aakashi; short ones to tease him when you go out. you smirk as you watch his face flush, loving the way he looked at you with such hunger. your panties soak at the thought of what he was going to do to you when you got home; what he might do when he sees you all dressed up pretty and ready to go out with your friends.

as you go to change out of the dress you tried on to put your clothes back on, aakashi rushes into the dressing room and pushed you inside. he doesn’t say a word, his feral eyes speaking every filthy desire for him. he kissed you, so hard you both stumble into the wall. clothes molted off your bodies quickly, aakashi lightly pushing you down onto the bench following you down. in an instant you spread your legs for him, panties wearing a wet spot as aakashi moans at the sight.

his lips are on you before you can even speak, a long, sloww drag of his tongue over your panties turning your thoughts to mush. aakashi rests your legs onto his shoulders as he kneeled in front of you as if eating you was a privilege. slowly he peeled your panties off to the side, looking up at you with those fucking eyes of his. he leaves these sloppy kisses all over your sopping wet pussy that were so intoxicating that you completely forget you’re in public with all the noise you start to make.

your slick mixed with his spit dripped down your ass and all over the bench as aakashi traced circles on your clit, leaving only to dip his tongue inside to really taste you. your breathing seemed to stop as you hold back your whimpers, catching your lip between your teeth as he pushed you down to your end. “yess. you taste so good, love. give me more.”

Kageyama (psh.. buckle up)

closet freak

mr. tobio likes to tease a lot

loves when you beg for him

in fact it’s mandatory that you beg for him

will not stop until you cum at least twice and even then you’re pulling him off you

leaves little hickies on your thighs as a reminder of how good he makes you feel everytime he revists your pussy.

Kageyama comes home late at night; a celebration of another successful game still lingering on his breath (probably from drinking all night). He stumbles inside, eager to claim his prize. Tobio shuffled into the bedroom you share to see you sleeping soundly, stomach flat on the bed and your perfect ass sitting right up as if to greet him.

He practically drools seeing you like that all but fully clothed, the only thing covering your body was one of his jerseys. You looked good enough to eat. Kageyama crawls on top of your sleeping body, trying to nudge you awake all to no avail as you snore away completely unaware of the savage beast leaning over you. He starts kissing your body, whispering your name to stir you awake as he trailed down to your ass giving it the biggest kiss so far.

“wakey wakey...” he whispers, snapping the waistband of your panties with his thumb, taking two loving fingers to prod at your clothed cunt. you stir, moaning as he moved you to lay completely flat on the bed. “there she is..” he smiles, looking at your half sleeping face. “T-Tobii. What time is it?” You whine, reaching for your phone only for him to pull you to the edge of the bed. “Doesn’t matter. Bend over.” Tobio groaned, drinking in your body as he prompts you to lay down with your ass up. You bite your lip, doing as your told.

“You’re in a good mood. You guys won?” You ask, eyes closed as he kissed your thighs, licking just below your now aching pussy. He was so needy for you, words only slowing the process of him getting what he wants. He doesn’t even answer your question, only thing he used his mouth for was to devour the woman who lay bent over for him.

Kageyama pulled your panties down about half way, just to get to your cunt as quickly as humanly possible. He prods at your folds, taking in the taste of your sweet juices as he moaned into you. You shudder, leaning into the bed to muffle your noise.

His hands explored your lower half, focusing on grabbing your ass and caressing your thighs then refocusing his attention on sticking his tongue deep inside you; just drunk on your body. You’re quickly reduced to a moaning mess, the massaging of his big hands along with the intense make out session on your pussy was just doing it for you. Tobio lost all composure.

Your pussy was quite possibly the best thing that had ever happened to him or maybe that’s just how it felt. Not a single spot of you wasn’t touched, filthy sounds of him tonguing you down caused you to utter filither things back.

“Tobiii!” You sob into the pillow, almost completely sure you’re crying. You start shaking, arching your back to get him to go deeper somehow, telling him you’re soo fucking close. Keep going, don’t stop, you urge him. He obliged happily, suckling on your clit and sinking his slender fingers inside you in such a way that caused you to boil over as fast as you could dig your nails into the sheets. You feel your slick drip down your leg, Kageyama pulling away from your leaking pussy to lick up your thighs not wanting a drop to go to waste.

fuck.. i’m hot.. i’m hot.

Asahi

huge slut for foreplay, he just wants to make you feel good

eating you out is now second nature to him

it’s kinda scary how quickly he’s learned your body; what to do and what not to do

ways to get the faucet running smoothly, ya know?

loves when you pull his hair, it’s like a sign he’s got you going crazy for him.

probably the one to stop eating you to get his dick in there, soooo needy.

Something about seeing you in a skirt just makes Asahi want to tear you apart. So when he comes home to you getting dressed to go out with your girlfriends he froze. Not only did you wear a skirt but you also had the nerve to put on some thigh high socks with it. Wherever you were going didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was getting his face in between those thigh highs.

Asahi takes you by the hand and pulled you away from the bathroom sink, kissing you with sheer lust and passion. Even though your friends were blowing up, call after call falling on deaf ears you didn’t fucking care. You kissing your boyfriend became the only thing that seemed right. Fuck going out to be honest. Asahi whisked you away to the bedroom, laying you carefully over the bed. He crawled on top of you with this starved look on his face, as if he’d never taste you again.

“A-Asahi, I’m gonna be late.” You say, being completely ignored by Asahi. Whatever it was you said though didn’t matter, his hands running up your thighs and lifting up your skirt. You’re flushed, looking down at him as he pulled your panties off in one fell swoop.

“This will be quick, promise. I just have to have you, kitten.” Asahi chokes out, eyeing your pussy. He was usually the calm one; the one who brought you to beg for him but now he’s practically aching to taste you. And so he does, diving deep into your pussy with his tongue. Any rationality left your thinking, the sensation the only thing making sense to you right now.

Asahi now has your thighs pressed into your chest, spread just enough to lick your sweet cunt. Your knees cover half your face as you practically drool on them, his mouth working it’s magic all over your most sensitive spots. He takes his thick fingers and slides them inside with easy feat (its the wap for him.), causing your thighs to quiver. Your eyes roll back as you try holding your legs open for him, thighs quivering as Asahi makes it harder to do so.

“fuuuck, asahii!” you mewl, eyes crossing at every stroke of his tongue; every pump of his fingers. Asahi swore and pulled away, sloppily kissing you with his wet lips.

“I lied. I won’t be quick.”

[midoriyas-wifey]

ok so this started as a simple hc but then devolved to pure schmut. as always. also i want to make clear that y/n is in a willing and loving relationship w deku. it just so happens that he’s fucking nuts (and more than a pinch yan) and will go above and beyond for his baby. tw death, tw violence

illain! deku getting revenge on a prada employee who was hitting on you while your MAN was taking your cute ass out to buy you the lunar new year purse drop. he’s all calm and collected (but super menacing) but has some of his men track him and capture him for.... later use.

that night, he has you dress up lavishly, really pulling out all the stops and having you don probably 200k worth of jewelry alone. deku blindfolds you before tying your wrists gently in a silk kerchief having having you lay back, satin sheets swallowing you as you rub your thighs together in delicious apprehension, waiting for his next move.

his next move is to bring in the disgusting prada leech, bound to a simple office chair, several fingers bent in ways they’re not supposed to be. The man’s eyes are wild with fear, but also lust as he took in your gorgeous appearance. Just this fact alone had deku seeing red, but he tamped down on it for the sake of making his point and fucking you silly.

“You’re gonna watch me drill my pretty baby’s guts, and hear how she cries for me. ONLY me. She’s mine, and you will never get to touch her, no matter how much you want to. And certainly not with those fingers,” Deku snorted derisively.

Deku starts his feast upon you, first starting up by your neck, trailing hot kisses and teasing bites down your body, him taking the time to enjoy your little squeals and giggles as he made his way to you sloppy pussy. He parts your folds, giving a broad swipe with his tongue as you arch your hips at the sudden stimulation. His scarred thumb came up to gently trace around your folds, before dipping into your warmth and trailing it up to your little nub. He circled gently, before picking up the pace as your whines and moans grew louder. His slow but intense pace had you writhing for more, faster.

Deku heard a muffled moan coming from the disgusting creep who dared to try to put his hands on you. Sparing him a glance, something wicked dancing in his eyes, a plan formed.

“Look at you, you’re a babbling little mess, but don’t worry, daddy will take care of his spoiled wittle princess” Deku croons, chucking underneath your chin affectionately, despite the intensity of his finger inside your warm cunt. He withdraws his fingers before stepping off the bed and over to the bound and gagged man. Deku took the gag out briefly before shoving his fingers, still wet from you creaming on them, down the man’s throat. He sputtered pathetically before Deku withdrew his fingers and replaced the gag.

“That’s the closest you’ll ever get to her and her amazing little cunt. Be thankful I decided to give you that treat,” Deku spat, before returning to you, his light, his love, his gaze full of adoration. He’d burn the world to the ground for you. His eyes were drawn once more to your gorgeous and needy body, trying your best to be patient for your daddy. He knelt down on the bed, moving to lay between your plush thighs. His internal jealousy was at an all time high. He was going to mount you, NEEDED to sink in to your silky cunt ASAP.

And that’s what he did. Despite his waning composure, he managed to schuck off his clothing in record time. With no preamble, he lines himself up with your sopping pussy, pushing in with a groan as he listened to you gasp and moan at him filling you up with more dick to spare. “God you’re tight, princess. Your pussy is pulling me in, swallowing my d- FUCK!” He roared as your flexed and shivered around him. The time for gentleness is over, he wanted to stuff you with so much cum you got a bellyache.

Deku’s hips immediately took up a furious pace, heavy balls clapping against your ass with every gut-churning thrust inside you. He had already bottomed out, but he was determined to push in every inch of his dick inside you, just like you were determined to take it from your man. He was absolutely fulfilling his promise to stuff your guts a churn up your insides with his fat dick.

All you can do is hang on for the ride and enjoy the coil of pleasure building hot and fast inside your belly. Girlish ‘Ah ah ah’s’ came pouring out of your mouth with every jolt of his hips. His scarred thumb once again travelled down to play with your clit, sending you over the edge in a bolt of pleasure that had you wailing for your daddy. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK princess! Makin daddy feel so good with your precious cunt. Daddy’s so proud, baby. Take my cum baby, take it all, I know you can.” And Deku thrusts one, two, three times before letting out a deep groan before shooting his load inside your hot cunt. The both of you laid against one another, sweat and slick feeding into the heady aroma of your passion.

He peppered kisses all over your cute face, once again prompting you to giggle. He almost completely forgot about your captive audience before a whimpering groan breaks through the atmosphere, reminding him of the dual purpose of fucking you silly. He looked over to find the man with an obvious tent in his pants. Unacceptable.”

I hope you enjoyed the show, it’s the last one you’ll ever see. Baby?” He beckoned you. With a spike of excitement, you pranced over to pull his favorite pistol off its holster on Deku’s discarded pants, sauntering up behind, body now covered in a luxurious silk robe. You place the gun in his hands, wrapping your arms around his waist, cuddling and humming into his back as he clicked off the safety.

One muffled and panicked shout before-

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