#I SAY THIS LOVINGLY AND I HONESTLY LOVE HIS BUILDS

[theminecraftbee]

incidentally for the people who aren’t zedaph watchers I have to express just HOW MUCH the crevasse is a step forward for zedaph building. season six he. didn’t have a base really if I recall correctly. in season seven he had an undecorated cave he put silly machines in. season eight he at least DECORATED but it was sure still a hole in a mountain. season nine it was a base he did a BUILD with! still a hole in a mountain. season ten is a STEP UP it’s a hole with NO MOUNTAIN REQUIRED,

[sancrevm]

seventeen: as boyfriends

song recommendation: something in the orange by zach bryan

note: thank you for all the love on my last seventeen post 🫶🏻

seungcheol

very, very loving and protective.

messages you every night making sure you’ve ate and reminding you to go to sleep early for well needed rest.

he’ll walk on the side of the pavement closest to the road so you’re farthest from oncoming vehicles and makes sure to have a hold on you when crossing.

he’ll give you his coat when it’s cold out despite him shivering, caring much more for your welfare than his own. overall he’s a very giving boyfriend.

jeonghan

he’s a tease that cares deeply for you.

as a boyfriend he has a very warm heart, always having your best interests in mind and commits tender acts that you’re not even aware of.

though he may make comments that teeter on the edge of annoyance with his goading personality, you know he’s always joking.

when you’re ill he’ll be the type to scold you, “i told you you should’ve worn that scarf last night” while making a homemade tea remedy. he stays by your side the whole time, not caring if he catches the sickness, too.

joshua

literally the best boyfriend ever.

does all the stereotypical relationship acts but doesn’t care one bit that they’re deemed as cringy.

he’ll bring you flowers for no special occasion, buys matching items of clothing, takes pictures of you while staring at them lovingly and he definitely has you as his lock screen.

will be the type to have full blown conversations on the future even if you hadn’t been dating a full year. don’t be surprised if he has a ring picked out already.

jun

an affectionate mess.

he’s the type to both take your relationship seriously and also have a laugh; just letting it flow naturally.

will take you to dance with him late at night but doesn’t achieve anything because he’s too busy laughing on the ground with you.

will take you to every chinese restaurant in the area and shares very intimate parts of his life with you, the good and the bad.

hoshi

the cutest man to be in a relationship with.

you’re attached to his hip experiencing life at the fullest. of course one of your small adventures being a trip to the local zoo in support of his horanghae agenda.

he’s very affectionate - especially when drunk. he’ll always have a hand on you, either on your lower back when walking, squeezing your knee when sitting down or just outright holding your hand.

is another one to take pictures of you in every outfit and every occasion. he just says you look “too cute” for him not to have a whole folder dedicated to you.

wonwoo

a silent but devoted boyfriend.

it took him a lot of building up to say the words “i love you” but once he does, he can’t stop saying them. when you once pranked him by not replying, your heart practically broke by the lost, sad look on his face.

will leave you notes and messages for you to wake up and fall asleep to, some he’s too shy to say to you in person. every time he compliments you, a blush arises on his cheeks.

will teach you how to play his favourite games and watches movies with you late at night. he also loves giving you his hoodies because he simply melts at the sight of you in them.

woozi

he’s such boyfriend material honestly.

we all know, woozi would go crazy with songwriting with being in a relationship with you. arguably, his best songs would be about you ;)

let’s you stay in his studio to keep him company. even though you fall asleep every single time, just you being there calms him.

will buy you expensive gifts for anniversaries and little trinkets he thinks you would like on a random weekday. even though you argue he doesn’t need to, he loves seeing your face light up with a teddy he’s bought you or a bracelet that gleams on your wrist.

dokyeom

don’t settle unless you have a boyfriend like dokyeom.

cuddles you anywhere and everywhere, even though his favourite place admittedly is in bed, your head on his shoulder as he strokes a hand through your hair.

he’s so in tune with your emotions that he doesn’t realise that he laughs when you laugh, let’s a tear shed when you cry and so on. he likes to call himself your other half.

it’s his mission to kiss every inch of your body, he’s succeeded in all areas of your face so far. it was honestly quite shocking when he randomly kissed the tip of your nose without even a warning, a wide grin plastered on his face at the sight of yours.

mingyu

the most beautiful man as your boyfriend? sign me up.

does all typical boyfriend things. hugs you from behind, collects things from the highest shelf for you, goes on late drives with his hand on your thigh and much more.

cooks for you every chance he can get. he loves seeing your eyes widen at how his cooking skills can somehow improve every time.

you’ll be the type of couple to dance at 3am, singing heart wrenching lyrics at the top of your lungs with no focus in the world but each other.

minghao

the most calming relationship to exist.

whatever your personality may be, it’s impossible not to feel downright serenity when with minghao.

you’ll do many coupley-things together: meditation, yoga classes, stretching in the morning. you’ll always have small fits of giggles together between each move but you’ll still take the exercises seriously.

will read together late at night, or if you’re not a big reader he’ll narrate a book to you so you fall asleep. he’ll teach you chinese and also attempts for you to replicate at least one move in b-boying, but we all know that ends in the two of you laughing your hearts out.

seungkwan

having seungkwan as a boyfriend, you’re never bored.

he’ll be there for you through everything. not feeling great? he’s there cracking cringe-worthy jokes and embarrassing himself so you at least smile. feeling ill? he’ll cook up every remedy his mum taught him to make you feel the slightest bit better.

he sings you to sleep every chance he gets. whenever he’s caught up in seventeen’s schedules or his own variety show doings, he’ll message you a promise of helping you drift to sleep the next time he’s with you.

comes up with a new, innovative way of complimenting you every day. even if you’ve just woken up and haven’t even brushed your teeth yet.

vernon

a relationship filled with complete chill and zen.

you two have you’re own way of communicating with each other. when you meet eyes from across the room, you know exactly what the other is thinking.

won’t be the type of boyfriend to initiate skinship in public, but won’t leave you alone in private. his legs are always entwined with yours in bed, his arms wrap around your waist when cooking and so on.

will invite you over to his family home more often than necessary. his heart expands whenever he sees you interact with his sister like she was your own. he knew you were his partner for life from the first visit.

chan

a relationship filled to the brim with happiness.

he finds so much comfort in you that he thinks he relies on you too much. whenever he feels like this, he’ll set aside a day of doing everything for you: cooking, cleaning, even giving you a back massage.

like jun, he’ll take you to dance practice with him. he doesn’t get much work done, however, because if you’re lying down watching him, all he wants to do is lie next to you and cuddle you half to death.

will always be messaging you if he’s not with you. he’s either sending you updates on his hyung’s bickering, memes he found online or carat’s uplifting messages. his members know when he’s talking to you simply from this lovingly glazed look he gets in his eyes and a smile that refuses to leave his face.

[hihomeghere]

megan, darling sunshine, i have the softest of soft requests for you with our favorite cowboy. 🥺

can i request #6, #34, #36, #41, #83 with arthur? i desperately need protective, soon-to-be dad!arthur in my life. it's what we all deserve, honestly. 🤍

thank you so much! i can't wait to see what absolute magic you make with these prompts.

Deserving | Arthur Morgan / Reader

First off let me give you the fattest smooch <3

Word Count : 1.9k Prompts : 6. I won't let anything happen to you, I swear. 34. I think you're showing. 36. You're glowing. 41. The baby loves hearing you sing/speak. 83. Was that a kick? Warnings/tags : Cursing, talk of abandonment, Reader is 5 months pregnant, Arthur deserves a second chance at being a father, Self degrading talk on Arthur's part, Switch POV.

Arthur was aware it was a tad foolish the way he was feeling. Although seeing you growing his child has awakened something that had been lying dormant in him. Something that he hardly understood himself. A primal feeling, knowing that he was the one who made you like this. That it was his seed that had made you grow swollen and round and so damn gorgeous. 

He was also painfully aware of the gold ring in his pocket, his nerves eating him from the inside out. He had never been so nervous in his entire life, more nervous than when he went on his first job. Unlike a job he had never felt more unprepared. He had always wanted children, and he had dreamed of having children with you. But Jesus, he was terrified he would turn out like his old man. He didn’t- no - he couldn’t mess up this time. Not with you. Yes, he loved you. God he loved you more than anything. Arthur did not necessarily believe in soulmates. Perhaps when he was younger he could have believed that his soul could be tied to another person, but he wasn’t that foolish anymore. Love was something you worked for, it wasn't predestined by whatever god was above. He knew you could easily find another man to love you, even with the babe. He also knew you deserved someone better than him. You deserved the world, deserved someone who would build you a home, someone who hadn’t been too damn chicken to ask you to marry him before knocking you up. But he also knew that no man could love you like he loved you.

“You’re staring Arthur.” You chuckled, raising a brow as you turned to face him. Your hand resting on your hip as you leaned on the boar skinned table.

“You’re glowing.” He said softly, not denying the fact that he had indeed been staring at you. How could he not? You were really glowing, he hadn’t known that that silly saying about pregnant women was the truth. You were like some angel, the glow coming from within, lighting up the small tent. If he squinted he swore he could see a halo around your head. Especially when your bump had finally shown itself. 

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips as you went back to whatever task you were working on. He walked up behind you, his deft fingers working on removing his gun belt. Laying belt down on the table before pulling you against his chest.

His hands lovingly squeezed your hips, before moving to your stomach. He sighed contently, laying his head in the crook of your neck. Breathing in your sweet smell, his calloused hands running over the soft fabric of your skirt. His heart nearly stopped as he felt the swell of your abdomen. Nearly brought to his knees by such a small thing. Well it wasn’t exactly small anymore, you had finally ‘popped’. 

“‘Think you’re showing, sunshine.” He whispered, his breath tickling your ear as he swayed with you in his arms. You giggled, shying away from his lips as they brushed against your neck.

“I would say so, can’t fit in my damn pants anymore.” You chuckled, shaking your head as you continued to patch a hole in one of his shirts. 

In all honesty, you hadn’t been able to fit in your pants for a long time. It had been almost four months since the fateful day you told Arthur you were pregnant.

-

You had all the telltale signs, breast tenderness, food aversions, etc. Along with Abigail’s damn knowing glances, and then your monthly cycle had been absent, confirming your suspicions. You had nearly gone mad, a million thoughts running through your head. How were you supposed to care for a child with the lifestyle you had? You had briefly discussed children with Arthur, but it was always in the future. When you weren’t being chased by the law or Pinkertons or whoever. You didn’t want your child to be raised how either of you were raised. Always on the run, never having a true safe place to call home. Speaking of the future, marriage had always been a talk for the future as well. Now you were here, an unwed mother. 

And then there was Isaac and Eliza. That was a whole new can of worms to throw into the mix. Would he even want to have a child right now? Would he still want you after he found out? If he left you what would you do?

You would manage, that’s what you always did. But you didn’t want to go through this without him. 

He had found you pacing near camp, nearly chewing your lip off. His heart constricted in his chest as he watched you.

“Everything alright darlin’?” He asked, pulling you out of your downward spiral. A similar concerned expression on his face as he took you in. You met his bright blue eyes and instantly you fell apart. Tears welled up in your eyes as he rushed over to you. Taking long strides across the grass before pulling you into his broad chest. His calloused hands warm and loving as they rubbed up and down your back, your body shaking with sobs you couldn’t control. “Darlin’ you’re scaring me.” He said softly, laying his chin on the top of your head. “Talk to me sunshine.”

“Arthur I think-“ You let out a shaky breath, “I think I’m pregnant.” You cried, tears clouding your vision as you looked up at him. 

He was frozen, his brain short circuiting as he tried to process the words you had just said. He must have heard you wrong. 

“What… what did ya say darlin’?” He asked, his hands on your biceps as he held you in front of him. His brows furrowed and his lips drawn into a thin line. 

“I’m pregnant Arthur.” You said, your lip trembling as you waited for his response. You were trembling in his grasp, your heart pounding against your rib cage. 

“Okay.” He nodded slowly, still trying to wrap his head around it all. Goddamn it Morgan, you’ve gone done it again. Are you seriously the most foolish man alive? His thoughts spiraled into their usual degrading speech. Here you were shaking in his arms like a damn leaf and he was too damn stupid to say anything. Say something, anything, to stop her from crying. Your tears tugging on his heart strings. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He cooed, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry, please.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“M’sorry-” You sobbed, looking down.

“Don’t. Don’t you dare apologize for this.” He said holding your face, “If anyone ought to apologize, it should be me.” He said, shaking his head. You bit your lip, looking up at him.

“Arthur, what are we gonna do?” You asked, finally calmed down enough to speak a coherent sentence. He clenched his jaw, looking off to the side.

“Do you want this?” He asked softly, running his hand down your arm. Taking your significantly smaller hands in his, squeezing them gently.

“I-“ You sighed, letting out a long breath. “I think I do.” You nodded, hesitantly raising your head to look at him. He exhaled a breath of relief. 

“Okay.” He nodded, “I want this too.” He said, giving you a reassuring smile. You couldn’t help but let out an equally relieved breath, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Yeah?” You asked, chuckling breathlessly. 

“Yeah.” He nodded, chuckling along with you. “You know I won’t let anything happen to you, you or the baby, I swear.” He said gently pulling you closer, his hand moving down to caress your stomach. 

-

You smiled at the memory as Arthur rubbed his hand over your bump.

“They movin’ any?” He asked, kissing your cheek.

“They have been most of the day.” You chuckled, following his lips with your cheek as he pulled away. You turned around in his grasp, laying your hands on his chest. “They’d probably move if you talked to them. You know how the baby loves hearing you talk.” You said, smiling up at him. He grinned, his eyes sparkling with pride.

 He knelt down, feeling his mothers ring slide lower into his pocket. As he knelt face to face with your round belly, he couldn’t have been more thankful that Mary had returned his ring. That things hadn’t worked out between them, because if they did, he would have missed this. 

He pressed his lips against your belly in a chaste kiss, before chuckling softly to himself. “Hey there kid.” He said, his grin growing if that was even possible. “Ya bein’ good for ya mama?” He asked, running his hand over the tight skin. He felt a small kick under his palm, looking up at you for confirmation that it wasn’t a part of his imagination. “Was that a kick?”

“Sure was.” You chuckled, laying your hand over his. He chuckled, shaking his head as he stared at your belly. There had been too many nights lying next to you on his small cot, twirling the ring in his fingers. Just trying to work up the courage to ask you. Even before your belly started to swell he had dreamed of asking you. He just wanted everything to be perfect, although in hindsight it was a foolish thought. Things would never be perfect, that was the thing wasn’t it?

Now was the time. He knew it, kneeling here in front of you, but how was he gonna ask? How was he gonna get past the lump in his throat?

“Hey kiddo, ya think I could have a moment with your mama here?” He asked, a nervous smile on his lips as he looked up at you. “I got a question for her.” It was now or never. He reached into his pocket, his sweaty fingers grasping the small gold ring. He took in a deep breath before finding your gaze, holding out the ring to you. You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand, tears pricking your eyes.

“This… well this ain’t how I imagined this. I wanted to do something special for ya and I should’ve done this a long time ago. I promised ya when we found out about the kid I wouldn’t let anything happen to ya. I mean to keep that promise. There are men more deserving of you, hell I’m probably the least deserving-“ You scoffed shaking your head, “But none of those men could ever love you the way I do. So, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” He asked, gingerly holding your left hand. 

“Yes, yes!” You cried, grinning as he slipped the ring onto your finger. He let out a breath of relief, getting to his feet. You threw yourself into his arms, laughing as tears slipped down your cheeks. 

“It’s uh- I know it’s nothing fancy but-“ He said softly, “It was my mothers and I know she’d want ya to have it.”

“It’s perfect.” You said, pulling away to admire the ruby ring. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” You chuckled, wiping away your tears as you admired the ring. Arthur’s heart warmed at your words. He would never know what he had done to deserve someone like you, you and the baby. Although he may not have said his vows at that moment, he made a silent one in his heart. As long as his heart was beating, and there was still breath in his lungs, nothing would ever happen to either of you.

[partycatty]

so i made a post about revenant johnny and i’m totally aware you saw it so what about a smut fic with revenant johnny??

i’m not entirely sure how we’d get to that part and i’d like to think we aren’t a revenant. im not entirely sure what the plot would be but i really just need to get my back blown out by revenant johnny

love ya 💙💙

EAYRBAUHRJAJFLAMTLMSMF

revenant!older!johnny cage > join me

revenant johnny meets you after his turning. the carnal desire never vanished.

warnings: kinda angsty, not explicitly consented to, you get SLAMMED TO POUND TOWN AND BACK. NETHERREALM AND BACK. OUTWORLD AND B— oh also lore adjustment to mk9 and mk11 :3

[ masterlist ]

you didn't think recent events could get any weirder, truly. just five years prior you lost the love of your life to a corrupted sindel, and with the knowledge that his cursed corpse sauntered beside a sorcerer such as quan chi, you honestly felt like coming face to face with a younger version of yourself was the most normal thing to occur. your job as a leader of the special forces was to capture and eliminate all threats to earthrealm, including but not limited to your former husband.

now under the command of a previous timeline's raiden among others, you had built enough of an army to counterattack what you lovingly called the zombified versions of your once-friends, liu kang and kitana. kronika was a force beyond your understanding but you knew that losing all you'd come to build would be a loss greater than... well, no. it was everything you'd lose.

at the bow of kharon's ship, you stood with a loaded rifle alongside a band of people you'd grown to admire; jax, jacqui, cassie, raiden, liu kang, kitana, kung lao, fujin, nightwolf, and of course a younger version of johnny. he nudges your side, aiming his own rifle at the sky with a hand on his hip.

"i hope we don't die out there, i'd love to tap that someday," he coos into your direction, perhaps louder than intended and earning horrified looks from everyone - including your fatherless daughter. you stomp on johnny's foot. perhaps you would have fallen for his charms in the past, but dear god was he more punchable than ever in that moment. even still, you miss his quips and jabs. what you wouldn't give to see the color return to his cracked, hellish skin.

"it is an honor to fight alongside most of you," you call out, facing forward as your subtle dig at younger johnny makes him frown. "raiden says it better. may the elder gods protect us."

it's not long before the large boat scrapes against the shore of the island, and your entire army charges into battle. guns, swords, and fangs spill so much blood, you could smell more iron than when you were riding down the crimson sea. your thoughts are cut short when a path opens, and you shoot a glance to your comrades.

"i see an opening!" you shout, pointing. "i'm going in!" a chorus of encouragements and cheers fill your ears atop the war cries, and the one that stands out most is cassie. your daughter's voice raises, slipping into grief mid-battle.

"if you find dad," she cries, praying to the gods that she won't lose both parents. "tell him i love him!" the knowledge that this battle will end in only one of you making it out alive terrifies her beyond belief but she does all she can to keep a strong face and salute you as you disappear in the crowd. cassie knows that a revenant version of johnny wouldn't fully understand, wouldn't fully accept her love, but she couldn't die or have him die without expressing it one last time.

you weave, shoot and slash through the crowd and end up in a castle-like structure. perhaps if you were to rise to the top you could use the position as surveillance or sniping. you could possibly even find a weak point. the building is just distant enough for the war to hardly reach the inside. your breathing and the sound of boots hitting stone are all you could focus on as you turn a corner.

blood rushes to your ears and you could feel your vision become glassy at the sight of the figure at the end of the hallway. even after all this time, you knew that shape. johnny stood in the dead center of the long hall, arms crossed and waiting like he predicted your arrival. maybe he did.

"no, nonono," you pant, leaning against the wall as your brows furrow. "not you. not now." the grief you thought you conquered washes over you.

"well i'll be damned," johnny smirks, pulling his sunglasses from his face and tucking them into his shirt. "long time no see, sugar." he takes long strides to you and your legs feel embarrassingly weak when you slide to the ground, gun clattering to the stone surface alongside you.

"anyone but you—" you're muttering under your breath, trying to ground your spiraling thoughts. "please."

johnny's in front of you now, kneeling down to meet your gaze. his skin is paled and crackling with a hellish glow, and his eyes are a heinous reddish shade. the outfit he wore was similar in style to his usual, but darker in palette and slightly edgier. in any other context, it was a good look.

"you look just as good as the day i left you," he grins, dismissing your grief and turmoil for flirtation. you want to fight back so bad, to shove him away and put an end to this but dammit it was the first time you'd heard that voice, that damn voice.

"why did you leave me? cassie?" you're involuntarily sobbing now, full of conflict. "why are you doing this?"

"you're the one causing this entire problem," johnny's defensive, jabbing a finger to your chest. "kronika's new era can save us. neither of us join the military. can you imagine it? white picket fence, two dogs and a daughter, home cooked meals every night and none of this bullshit—!" johnny's arm extends out to a nearby window, giving you both a view of the demon-human-demigod war on time. "—baby. join me. we could have everything we've ever dreamed of." his tone isn't as desperate and loving as it should be. it sounded... pushy. frustrated that you're disobeying what he wants.

"no," you choke out, tears flowing freely now. "you're being played a fool, johnny." he doesn't like your answer, and instead wraps a large hand around your small neck. he slides you back up the wall and spins you, your front now pressed up against a wall.

"you know what i'd miss more than your stubbornness?" he growls into your ear. his hand pressing hold on the back of your head is brewing a headache that quickly fizzles away when his other hand tugs your hips toward his front. you swallow, afraid to reply. "this sweet ass."

his cold, dead hand plays with the fat of your ass which spills a growl from his lips. instinctively rutting into you makes you spill an involuntary whimper out, craving his touch after so long.

"always a pain in my ass," johnny groans, slapping a cheek and watching it bounce. "i've gone years without it, i was practically losing my damn mind."

"johnny—" you barely breathe out. you're not entirely sure what you were going to say anyway. the warmth of his hardness shocks you as it slides up and down your clothed ass.

"mm?" he hums, transfixed on the way your behind fits his cock nicely. it was clear he wasn't fully listening and instead relishing in your presence once again.

as if he could read your thoughts, johnny chuckles to himself and kicks the rifle away, only stopping his humping momentarily to remove your defenses. your legs slightly part to try and catch the gun with your foot, accidentally giving him more access to your embarrassingly needy cunt.

"yeah, fuckin' speechless," he growls, hissing at the sight of your soaked bottoms. "bet you missed my cock, yeah?"

you could hardly even whimper from the onslaught of emotion. johnny's hand snakes to the front of your neck, forcibly arching your back as he pulls to lean into your ear.

"join me," he demands coldly.

"no."

johnny's hand dips under your waistband.

"join me," he demands again, tone getting progressively more animalistic as he tugs downward.

"no."

your pants are practically torn off as he grabs a fistful and tugs them to your knees with his mind-numbing strength. you weren't sure if he ripped your panties or tugged them off too. you hear something unbuckle on his end, and his hot, wet tip tickles your entrance.

"last chance." even though his hand returned to shove you into the stone wall, you could hear his cocky grin.

"go fuck yourself," you spit, realizing your grave choice of wording.

"i'll do you one better." he slams his entire cock inside of you, and it immediately settles into your walls like it was made to bury itself there for all of eternity. even still, going without dick that good leaves your pussy burning and on the verge of crying for other reasons.

he bottoms out quick, leaning back to admire how nicely he settles inside of you.

"well fuck, look at that," he says with genuine amusement in his tone. "you look so pretty stretched out on me like this, it's a sight for sore eyes."

your fingers claw at the stone, eyes rolling back as you take his full length without verbal complaint. as you pathetically attempt to protest, all you can sputter out are disconnected syllables. johnny's thrusts start off slow but he snaps into you as he reaches the base inches.

"all this whining but you're fuckin' soaked," he laughs, snapping into you harshly to hear you cry out. "you're a horrible liar, you know. you wanna join me, i can f — haah —" his own cocky nonsense is cut short when you clench around him. he lurches forward in shock, moving both hands to your hips to deepen his grip. "i can feel how tight you are for me."

in little to no time, johnny's cock is pounding into you at a breakneck pace, a horrid slapping sound echoing off of the castle walls as they mix with your obscene moans and his deep grunts. you're sure he's piling more unholy words into you but they feel so far away when he's plowing into you like a dying man — well.

his cracked, grey fingers grope you shamelessly, pinching your nipple through your uniform or rubbing rapid circles into your clit. the pleasure is too much too quickly and you feel a warmth pooling in your stomach as your juices coat his shaft.

a gasp escapes your lips with each thrust, your husband quite literally knocking the wind out of you each time he slams into you.

"i missed you," he purrs out, and just like that all hesitation and guilt you had flew away as his words made you cum hard. a glimpse of his humanity poured through at your orgasm, and while it was flattering, you had bigger problems to worry about then, including just how hard you came.

each wave of pleasure was met with an extra thrust for good measure, a pulse shooting to your clit that makes your knees buckle. what you quickly realize however is that your zombie husband isn't done with your body quite yet.

"oh, no no no," he tuts, thrusts getting wilder and filling you to the point of tears. "you're done when i'm done. this is what you get."

your sensitive walls continued to shamefully take every inch he forced into you, and you could writhe and twitch as a drop of drool spills from your lip. this revenant was fucking you stupid, using your body for all it was worth in the moment. you hated yourself for falling for his undead charm all over again. your vision was going black and starry before another orgasm rode up on you again, johnny's back shots doing nothing to soothe the overstimulation that was racking your body. it's not long before he's whining too, which turns into his signature whimpering when he fucks into you harshly, spewing his cum inside of you like he owns you. you cum with him this time, flooding with your own juice mixed with his cum that now coated your walls nicely.

tears still burned in your eyes, and so did your pussy from the unexpected stretch. johnny panted above you, face turned up at the ceiling as he tries to compose himself.

"holy..." he pants, wiping the sweat from his face with his arm. he wraps an arm around you and slaps at your bare pussy, making you yelp and jump back against his dick that's still buried inside. you swallow thickly and nod, too hazy to make sense of it all.

"i..." what the hell were you going to say? what is there to say after all of this? you're dumbfounded, fucked silly but torn apart by grief. as you crane your neck to look at johnny, you find that he's already looking at you with a coy expression. like he robbed you of something. tore your very being apart piece by piece and was proud.

"hope you're not mad at me for the whole dying thing, by the way."

[mrsrookhunt]

Monster Rook Hunt Pt. 3-- A Mega compilation

@v-anrouge I have returned

This is my apology for essentially 3 months of total radio silence <3

Today's Specials

Kitsune!Rook Hunt

Yeti!Rook Hunt

Siren!Rook Hunt

MIB!Rook Hunt

Alien!Rook Hunt

Ghost!Rook Hunt

Kitsune Rook Hunt

While he may appear as a normal fox beastman in public, you meet him by discovering him at his most vulnerable point-- in between transformation from a regular foxman into a beautiful, legendary kitsune.

It's a night you'll never forget. Sometimes you're convinced that he revealed himself to you on purpose simply so that he could make the excuse that you had to be his now.

Oh how he loves loves lovesss pets and pats and if you wanted to brush his tails or maybe just tousle the fur that would be great, thank you--

Touch is everything to him. If you sit beside him for a spell you have made a mistake, because now you're all wrapped up in nine bushy tails and two great strong arms. He does nothing but nuzzle you if you get even remotely close to him.

I hope you're not allergic to fox fur.

He may or may not suggest he's already built it so you better accept building a den for you if you're far enough in the relationship two weeks it's been two weeks. You may think that it'll be your average fox den nestled in a muddy hole in the ground, but you could not be more wrong. Unbeknownst to most people, foxmen and kitsune folk alike are expert builders of log cabins they consider the modern counterparts of their closely related fox dens.

It's got everything

Two-story ceilings in the living room, 5 bedrooms, a beautifully equipped kitchen and cinema room... and let's not forget the sauna room in the basement. Yeah, Rook, a 'den'.

Apparently, Rook is a master builder. You're tempted to ask him if all kitsune do this but you're not sure you're ready to be blown away by the answer.

Overall you will be isolated from the outside world. Rook has found the one he loves, and he wants to be himself around you. The more time passes the less and less you will be able to convince him to take a transformation potion and venture out into town. Rook is content with your nature-filled, person-devoid life, and he hopes you are too.

Yeti Rook Hunt

So much for a peaceful exploration of the woods on a snowy day.

If you had known a walk in the forest would lead to the untimely and wholly accidental meeting of a half-human, half-yeti creature that seemed to adore you with all of his heart and by that I mean refuses to stop crooning over how taken with you he is and how it's love at first sight, just like he's seen on TV! you might honestly have turned around and gone back home.

Your meeting is... fun. Being lovingly greeted by a 7-foot-tall, fur covered monster in ill-fitting clothes is a lot to process-- first to admit to yourself that such things are real altogether-- and that this one is in love with you.

He asks you to come back to his cave-- and no matter how much you decline, he will always pop up in your life somehow again to invite you as soon as you say no to the previous invitation.

When you finally do go to visit him, you are immediately pulled into cuddles and kisses. This is how you discovered that the only socialization Rook has been given was through TV.... and pushy romance tropes do tend to make their rounds on a good number of shows.

Rook knows nothing about his own species. What you're seeing and feeling is exactly the extent that he knows about himself. He feels that he is human mentally even though he knows that physically he isn't.

Once you lean into him and his company, you will get unfiltered touch to his long, soft fur, and you will be able to intimately converse with him about what he wants in his future. Two very great perks of dating a legendary monster. And unsurprisingly, he wants you.

You will have to get used to living with him. Once you're dating, it isn't optional. Rook is insistent on being the provider, and for once you don't know if that's from TV or instinct.

His cave ahem, apologies, home is actually quite nicely kept, and oddly cozy. The occasional stalagmite encounter typically isn't awful, as the main part of the cave is comprised of solid, nice, well-furnished rock rooms. There's a deeper part of the cave system, but you aren't allowed in there, since past the liveable part Rook has made there's nothing but steep drop offs and weakened ground. Do not test that theory please.

And if you're threatened by weird cave bugs? Do not fret, they come with insurance. If Rook is home, he'll take care of the bugs. If he's out hunting? There's a nice little tightly sealed log cabin with a fireplace and a bookcase outside for you to chill in until he gets home.

It really is the life. Rook makes sure you never want for anything except fast food and all modern conveniences with the exception of cable.

Siren Rook Hunt

Man, these singers are getting too good. So good.

So very, very goo......

Hey, at least the view from the rock outcropping you're trapped on is nice.

Rook is sweet and charming, but you can't really get past the fact that he decided to sing you into an easy kidnapping over just asking you to dinner. He insists that these days, kidnapping is cheaper than going out for dinner, and you hate to admit that he is correct.

Your days are spent watching Rook be a one-man show in performing his favorite operas for you with a little break every few lines so you don't slip into siren-song induced madness and basking on the shore of the small rock island you live on.

Sometimes he brings you back fabric or paper or something to be creative with, but oftentimes he prefers just to spend as much time with you as possible and talk and talk and talk and talk and... well, he's quite chatty. It does entertain you thoroughly.

All of your basic needs are taken care of but Rook does not fully understand the human need for stimulation and outside of chatting with him and sleeping, there's not much for you to do.

If he really wants you to spend your life with him you are tasked with convincing him to buy a house on the shore, so both of your habitat needs are fully met.

After that, things go smoothly. Rook is very convincingly human and you don't have many differences between you. Rook is dedicated to you, and you are dedicated to him.

Men In Black Rook Hunt

Your meeting was your own fault. You had seen an alien, and you were raising hell about it.

Unfortunately, you couldn't just get a normal interrogator. No, you got the self-proclaimed 'investigator of all things eerie', Rook Hunt.

To say he was ecstatic to interview you was an understatement. He seemed more interested in your personal life than he did the actual incident you'd assumed he'd be investigating.

After that interrogation, your fuzzy memories aided you in spotting him following you around town.

When you finally got around to an actual date with him, he was already planning your future on the first conversation of the night.

You knew you were stuck with him then and there.

MIB!Rook has no interest in marriage, for whatever reason. However, you are undeniably his lifetime partner and he loves you more than life. He is often out on jobs... or whatever it is he does for work (you will NEVER know, he's trying to protect you from the truth).

When he's home, he studies you intensely. Rook does not seem fully human to you (something else he hides from you) and his behaviors tend to mimic you with the exception of his unending, incessant French vocabulary. That came pre-eqipped.

Overall, Rook is secretive, but he only wants the best for you... whatever that means to him.

Side note I've actually seen a UFO and documented evidence of it. Does anyone want that story? It actually inspired this lol

Alien Rook Hunt

Learning that aliens exist is fun. Learning that one is stalking you is infinitely worse.

Rook comes in no spacecraft, no beam of light, or fancy supernatural story. He just knocks on your door and invites himself into your home as Rook Hunt of a planet you can't pronounce.

You've known that someone was following you for several months. You weren't necessarily aware it was an inhuman man with a creepy smile who admittedly creeped around your house amd watched your every move. And didn't seem to find anything wrong with it

Have you seen those people with the letters on their backs around here?? Please tell me you haven't seen the people with the letters on their backs around here..... he means the FBI. Unfortunately, the alphabet is still eluding him.

There's a surprising amount of extraterrestrial gossip between species and planets... apparently earth has just been missing out.

Rook is actually on earth as a scholar-- with a degree in cultural studies and a focus on conversational language. So, he does what he can do best: study you, ask questions, and share his own experiences with you! Keep in mind you will have a very sad, defeated, puppy-eyed Rook if you're not keen for lengthy conversations on interstellar tradition and history

Rook likes bringing you soft things. Much like jewelry is a gift of high praise here, soft things such as blankets and warm ...jackets? Why do they have 9 arms are of equal value where he comes from.

He also enjoys taking you out for hikes. His planet boasts a very rich ecosystem, and most people go for dates exclusively in nature--- its something he's trying to bring back to you.

Your differences, while quite obvious to you, are hard to discern to Rook. So long as you entertain him, and allow him to hang around, life will go smoothly.

Ghost Rook Hunt

If you didn't want to attract the attention of the mischievous spirit of a long-dead esteemed hunter, you probably shouldn't have broken into that cabin in the woods in a far off rural town as a 'roadtrip'.

The moment you walked through the door, you knew you had gotten yourself into deeeeep trouble.

Every light was lit in a building that wasn't supposed to have power, the fireplace had been recently stoked, and there were two warm bowls of stew set at the dingy kitchen table as if it had been set for dinner.

Eerie? Yes.

Enough to keep you from dinner? No.

Somehow, your food disappeared out of your backpack Poltergeist? No, Pomefioregeist , so what else could you get this far out of town?

The food makes you dizzy, and you swear you feel the softest touch of a hand on your shoulder before you're out cold.

When you wake up, the door to the cabin is jammed. It's like a horror movie. But most horror movies don't come equipped with giddy, excited, hat-wearing full apparitions.

Rook's plan is to keep you there until you die. He says he'd have to open the door to get groceries, and then you'd leave. Not the best scenario, but, hey, you won't have to pay off your loans anymore.

When you do die, you're Rook's favorite person ever. Cuddles, kisses, the works. He takes you out to see performances that you don't even have to pay for!

Dying is very cost-efficient.

You'd never imagined that ghosts would feel solid to each other, but it was a pleasant surprise when you had your first kiss with him.

Though you two have no real possibility of a future other than floating through the 4th dimension with each other, Rook will keep your eternity filled with love and devotion.

[boosari]

hiii ! can i request anniversary date with minghao?? thank you 😄

have this dance — x.mh

pairings: boyfriend!minghao x reader

genre: pure fluff

warnings: established relashionship

wk: 0.5k

summary: your boyfriend takes you to his home country for your anniversary.

For your 4th year anniversary, your amazing boyfriend Minghao had a very particular yet elegant idea.

You actually never expected something like this as a date, since usually people would go to fancy restaurants, movie nights or picnics.

Here you are, in Hangzhou City, in China. Your boyfriend's home country. The city is futuristic, yet so traditional it actually impressed you.

"Hao this place is beautiful" you exclaim, turning towards him and flash him a wide grin. He looks at you, returning the smile.

"I knew you would've liked it my love, that's why I chose this city specifically". Your heart melts at his reply.

Not only he spent so much time in organising this trip, he also considered your likings. He knew you so well.

You look around and the buildings are huge, everything is made out of glass, you've also seen the big dome that stands at the side of the city.

After having a delicious lunch at a simple chinese restaurant, your boyfriend took your to Lingyin temple, then walked you through the botanical garden just to arrive at the Hefang Street, with its beautiful bridge.

Night has finally arrived. Indeed to say, you had a beautiful time. Learning about your boyfriend's culture and home country made you happy, it was very intriguing. And your boyfriend was even more happy to know that.

"Where are we going, Hao?" You ask giggling while your boyfriend dragged you by your interlocked hands.

"You'll see" He replied, a smug smile on his face.

After walking for a while, you arrive at a beautiful lake.

You let out a small gasp at the beauty in front of you. The lake had a clean colour, the sunset made it even more beautiful. The gente sound of the water made you close your eyes and breathe deeply. You felt relaxed.

Minghao silently watches you, satisfied with your reaction. Meditate with you definitely had its effects.

"What do you think?" He lets out, voice barely coming out, sounding like a whisper.

You slowly open your eyes. "It's...beautiful indeed". You turn to him and smile.

He smiles back and takes your hand, leading you towards one of the causeways.

You arrive at a small, very small temple, that was empty in the centre.

You couldn't get the smile off your face. Minghao looks at you and gently grabs your hand.

"Have this dance with me, my pretty lady" He looks into your eyes, lovingly.

You giggle, your eyes also locked with his. "With pleasure".

Minghao has one hand holding yours and the other rests on your waist. While one of your hand rested on his shoulder.

You rock your bodies back and forth, he turns you around, spins you. Pushes you forward just to re-pull you closer to him. Both of you smiling the whole time.

After the final spin, your back is pressed against his chest. He kisses your cheek, resting his face against your head.

"我爱你" (i love you) he murmurs in your hair, kissing it.

"我也爱你" (i love you too). You reply, turning your body back to him, your forehead now resting against his. "非常". (so much).

He pulls away and looks at you, smiling. "You improved a lot".

You laugh, throwing your head back. "It's all thanks to my amazing teacher". You also look at him, smiling.

He keeps looking at you, your eyes and then his gaze falls to your lips. He leans in and kisses you sweetly, while the sun sets behind your connected bodies.

"Happy anniversary, my love".

a/n: hi i'm on vacation rn but this was staying in my drafts for way too long (sorry for the wait heh). i don't really like it honestly but i hope you do! (i also hope my researches are correct cause i've never been to china nor i know places in there😭).

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The “Little Things they” do(Diasomnia)

You thought it’ll be fine.stay a night or two in Diasomnia hoping nothing much will happen. Maybe you did expect a chase or some creepy interaction. To be honest this is more than you bargained for

“Guys I’m leaving” I shouted as I began to walk to the front door. When I tried the handles BOOM lightning struck in front of the building as it began to storm on an odd sunny evening “oh a shame. To think we had such clear skys” lilia spoke from the stairwell “Well we can’t have you soaked out there so how about you stay for a bit hmm… just until the rain clears” Lilia suggested. Seeing as i almost got struck by lightning, i agree which made the ghost grin “Splendid. Gather everyone, we’re all going to have one last brunch before you leave, ok” lilia ordered so i did. Silver and Sebek were in the indoor training room and Malleus was in the library.Brunch was ready after everyone had gathered in the dining room. The food was some sandwiches which look surprisingly edible,this is coming from lilia after all. “You’ve been here for some time even I wasn't expecting you’ll last so long” Lilia spoke “tell me do you enjoy our company” He ask “well…When you guys are not threatening my life i say you guys are ok in my book” I replied honestly. “Oh we couldn't just kill you prematurely. Not with that necklace on” lilia spoke as he points to the gem on my neck “I see no need for it. I would say just throw it away” sebek huffed “Well I don’t want an attachment so I’m keeping it on” i replied.thunder grew louder “but why not? Surely you think being a ghost is that bad” lilia asked “think about it. We can all be together like the old days” he smiled trying to cut through the tension “but I like being alive and i don’t want to be here forever forever” i replied “I see… well it can’t be helped but i still would say better now than ever” Lilia replied as he sneaked a glance at malleus…I felt something sharp prickling my ankles, that light scratch seems to cause me to be severely drowsy. I tried to form my words yet nothing came out. My vision blurred and the last thing I saw was a sinister smile.

------------------Lilia------------------------ “Who knew, this task is more devious then i anticipated” Lilia spoke. My eyes fluttered open only to feel constricted “oh your awake” Lilia spoke “I would be more surprise you wake up from malleus’s sleeping spell but then again….I did get a little excited and might’ve kissed your lips” Lilia laughed “don’t worry i did nothing else…well yet” he adds as he hops on the bed “I do hope you find these chains comfortable, i would say these are far better then the leather ones i found” Lilia smiles as he presents the heavy locket “let me go. This isn't funny” I spoke, giving him a glare which only made him laugh “Ah~there’s the fire I remember. Now why would I let you go only for you to escape. Your pretty words won’t cloud my judgment this time” Lilia said as he wagged his finger at me “there should be some spell which can remove that amulet. Once that happens it’ll only take 7 days to establish the attachment then the true ritual can begin” he beams as he gently cups my face. His love sick eyes he cast down at me oh so lovingly. Those eyes filled with insanity. “1,000 years…1,000 years I’ve waited and longed for your return. I waited and watched you parish. Over and over again. But now we can forget that and begin a new life here together, all of us” Lilia smiled as he caressed my cheek with his thumb. “I know this may hurt our trust but it is all in good faith my dear” he spoke as he kissed my forehead. He removes himself from my face and slides off the bed “I’ll be back to bring you dinner. You must be hungry, you were sleeping for such a long time” Lilia spoke before leaving the room. I need to get out. When I moved I felt an uncomfortable feeling in my skin. In my ankle there was a large thorn which was lightly embedded in my skin. This thorn must’ve stuck on me when I fainted. I twisted my body and plucked the thorn from me. I quietly slid off the bed with the thorn in hand and began picking the lock. Once I heard that click, the chains I had on quickly slid off so I stood up away from the chain and quickly left the room.

Lilia sighs in bitter disappointment as he glances at the now empty room “why must you reject our devotion” he mumbled “is there something wrong father” silver spoke holding the food behind him “they have escaped” lilia said as he opened the door much to silver’s shock “I’ll search immediately” Silver spoke hastily as he practically shoves the the trey into lilia’s arms then running off. Despite the situation Lilia can’t help but smile. He calmly placed down the trey on the stand,then he reached from underneath the bed to reveal a large casing.inside was a large green,gemlike cleaver covered in silver thorns “it seems I have to force my hand.” he mumbles as he takes the clever out. He exits the room and begins his search “You will submit dear… One way or another”

------------Sebek----------------------------------- “YOUR HIGHNESS WHERE HAVE YOU GONE TOO” sebek shouts as i creeped around. “Where are they?” he mumbles as he paces back and forth. “YOUR HIGHNESS RETURN AT ONCE. IF SO OUR LORD WOULD FORGIVE THIS TRANCEGRESSION” he shouts as he stomps off. Once I heard the close was clear I exited the room and sneaked past. The stairs are just around the corner. When i was about to reach the stairs, i was stopped by a sword “There you are” sebek spoke as i stepped back “I wish not to lay harm to you but I will if it means the ritual will be complete” Sebek spoke “why, why do you care so much” I asked sounding irritated “I’ve waited for decades for this moment. Waited for you to be saved. Can’t you tell you’re being brainwashed ” sebek spoke sternly “now you Will go back to your chambers until our master can free you from those shackles the crow put on you” sebek commanded “you lost me at returning. I’m leaving” i spoke as I continued to step away,then I sprinted away “YOU HIGHNESS COME BACK” Sebek shouted as he followed. I managed to loop around and lose sebek by hiding in rooms again. I finally reached the stairs. I ran to the front door only to realize it’s locked, i tried unlocking it but it was stuck. My necklace started vibrating, alerting me of someone coming near, so i ran to the back door.

--------Silver---------------------------------- The back was open allowing me to escape through the forest. It was dark out,not even the moon shines. My lungs burn and my legs feel tender causing me to collapse as the adrenaline disappears. Then I heard a twig snap. I whipped my head around to see silver “look I don’t want to hear it. Let me leave in peace then perhaps i could forgive yall” I bargained“i can’t do that” silver spoke sadly “then why are you here” I asked “to help you” he replied as he walked closer “well you’re not helping at all” I huffed “I am. We all are. We’re going to set you free. Make things right” silver explains as he creeps closer “please you’re not in your right mind but malleus can help you if you can just trust us” Silver pleads “no no no no. You. All of you are trying to end my life and make me live here for eternity” I replied as i got up “You don’t understand.” Silver said “then what am i not getting” I asked “We want to get your memories back, We want to end your suffering. I want to make amends, but you have to trust us. This is the only way” Silver explains but i shook my head “You can’t leave. Not again, I won’t let you” Silver spoke more sternly. He rushed forward causing me to fall back but before he could reach me, a barrier was made which bounced him back. Whatever this was, it weakened him, i could tell as he was a bit faded. While Silver was stunned I ran off and made my way to the front.

----------------Malleus--------------------

I ran and kept running until I reached a familiar woods. Relief washed over me as I came closer to the main house. Then I tripped. I ignored this and tried to get up only feeling a tug on my leg, vines wrapped around tightly on my ankle and slowly climb up to my calf “y/n” a familiar voice spoke echoing my name though the dark woods, “Malleus I already left, just let me leave” I pleaded as i tried to get the vines off of me. He laughed, more like a low chuckle. He revealed himself from behind a tree “leave? You’re forbidden to. Our souls are bound for centuries. You can never leave my side” Malleus stated as he drew closer “for far too long, I’ve seen you ripped away from my grasp time and time again. What in your fragile mind do you think I’ll let this opportunity pass” he adds as he grins “you’ll be mine, finally mine. We can be together once more, by my side, ruling this land from the shadows” he list as his eyes filled with bliss “this can only happen if you are free. We can correct his mistakes. This curse will be lifted and we can be together like before” he adds “No, I’m not going through with that” I stated firmly. His eyes blanked almost perplexed by my words then he laughed. Booming with roaring laughter as he clutched his stomach “do you really think you have a say in this. Perhaps that raven has rotted your mind” he teased “you look exhausted my love, perhaps a nice long slumber should clear your mind” malleus smiles as more vines sprout from every corner. Each vine wrapped around my body. I felt a prick on my finger causing that drowsy feeling. My body felt weak and limb as the vines disappeared. I was in his arms as he hummed a lullaby, finally putting me to sleep.

[fanstuffrantings]

Honestly, I hope Ruben is related to Professor hopclap by being his Nephew/son/cousin or whatever. Because the idea of the Rat grinders building up thoughts that the bad kids have unfair advantages when all the advantages the bad kids have mirror the Rat grinders would be so juicy. Kipperlily being a rich kid matches up with Fabian already. It would make their arguments petty and superficial, which completely tracks for teenagers.

Teenagers get emotional and reactive. This isn't me saying that teenagers are terrible people and that they're wrong for their feelings, but more so that teenagers tend to be incredibly hormonal and impulsive, which high school doesn't help. Their jealousy makes it so that all of their arguments about how unfair it is that the bad kids get preferential treatment far outweighs the sensible thought that the bad kids are just as privileged (maybe even slightly less so depending on how supportive the parents are) as the right grinders.

Sometimes, hatred you have for people doesn't make complete sense. The bad kids largely are very welcoming and friendly. Some of them can be knuckleheads, but for the most part what they do is always to help others. They're the cool kids in school even if we as the viewers don't always notice it because we see them for the dorks they are. In freshmen year they got arrested for murder charges, broke out of prison after a few months, and saved the day from the vice principal who they'd been actively investigating for months.

In sophomore year both during spring break and summer they save the world 2 more times when their spring break quest unfolded into something bigger.

They're legends at Aguefort and that means all of their classmates probably get incredibly overshadowed.

They see the accomplishments without the sacrifices. They don't think about Kristen dying in the nightmare forest and having to revive herself because no one else could or how tough it's been for her becoming disillusioned with her faith that told her she deserved to burn for who she was. She's the lesbian cleric who broke away from her faith, started 2 religions, weight lifts now, and is chill enough to run for president and jump into a pool of sauce on the back if a flaming motorcycle.

They don't think about Fig finding out she was a child of an affair leading to her father saying she was unwanted and her having to find who she was, something she's still doing. They see fig as the Rockstar revolutionary girl who befriends the outcasts, is the arch devil of fhe bottomless pit, daughter of Gorthalax, and person willing to smoke at any opportunity regardless of whether she'd get in trouble for it.

Fabian isn't a guy unlearning his ingrained toxic masculinity after killing his dad and being raised to believe money, intimidation, and brute strength were how you get through life. They see the captain of the football team who hosts parties at his massive mansion, rides a demonic motorcycle, has a mom dating the vice principal, and is a world class dancer.

Riz had to work through the death of his father at a young age, constant ridicule from peers who didn't want him, and a desperation to do whatever it takes to be wanted that he still hasn't gotten over. But most people see a classmate who has everything figured out and the ability to connect the dots at all times. Plus a nickname from the football team that's said with love.

Adaine with her social anxiety she's now medicated for, parents who never loved her, an older sister she's only barely starting to bond with, and a barely passing grade in her class because she has no money to make ends meet. But she's also the elven oracle, cool party wizard who summons mephits to chill drinks, magically gifted in truly amazing ways, and will always remember your name after speaking to you.

Gorgug who was lovingly raised but always felt disconnected due to his parents not being able to understand him, who had to push against porter for 2.5 years before finally getting a chance to be taught by someone who didn't talk down to him, trying his best but failing so often. But to most he's a football player, rock star, hyper intelligent mechanic, rebellious teen, and now dude who oinked at a fed.

We all as viewers are aware of their flaws and their awesome moments, but the school at large only knows their moments that gained them more attention. Of course the Rat grinders would become jealous and angry when things seem so much easier for them. Of course they'd perceive any instances of the bad kids being friendly as them looking down on others because obviously they're too popular to be genuine. But if the rat grinders can prove the bad kids are the horrible people they think they are and stop them from succeeding, then it just puts things right doesn't it?

[cho-aaacho]

—Sugar Coating

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Summary : All of these times, Choso always treated you like a dependable friend—sharing seven colors with him and standing in the same clouds. Yet he seems oblivious to your deeper feelings. So you try to do something.

"So, do you prefer mountains or beaches?" 

"Choso-kun?"

"I'm planning to ask you on vacation, summer holidays, I guess? So... maybe, it would be nice if I invited you. My brothers will be happy too."

You place the fish food on the table and gaze at Choso for a moment. He was just there, sitting on the table while revealing a gentle smile. He was so calm, to be honest, you could see from those eyes. Something rare for him to show.

"Um... maybe mountains?"

It's rather uncommon for Choso to extend invitations, given his preference for spending quality time with his brothers and the bandmates from his music group. 

With you, he consistently drowned himself in college projects, building walls that seemed to keep any romantic connection between your eyes and his heart.

Honestly, it's a bit frustrating; he treats you like a friend, only a friend. Treating you like someone dependable, someone who cares about him and his brothers. Yet, why does he still have no idea about your kindness?

Day by day, night by night, as you share warm smiles and laughter with him, something within you blooms. It's odd but undeniably overwhelming.

He nods and exchanges smiles, musing. "Mountains? Alright... so, mountains, huh?"

He glides closer, a gentle smile on his lips wrapping you in his gentleness, enveloping your presence alongside Choso's.

Standing by your side, he lovingly touches the aquarium with his nail. His reflection is cast upon the glass, eyes tracked on the fish, following its beautiful golden scales.

"You are always in this place whenever you feel down, don't you? Are you alright? You come here about three times a week, you worry about me."

A silence falls between you and him, affirming Choso's astute observation. 

You came here practically every day to clear your mind. This was an abandoned room at the university that Yuuji transformed into a refreshing chamber with a large aquarium, claiming that it would aid his bandmates and you in revitalizing the struggle.

You love the atmosphere here, the blend of his warmth and coolness, and you love spending your time with Choso here. 

This room was your place whenever your sadness or loneliness flooded in, finding the comfort side in Choso's company that filled your longing and sorrow.

You chuckle. "Um..., Choso-kun is right. I've been thinking about something lately, but it's a bit difficult to put into words."

He nodded. "Oh... I'm always here to help you; that's why I've come to ask you to—"

You clear your throat and interrupt him by saying, "Choso-kun, we're both adults, right? So... I believe you understand that our relationship goes beyond just helping each other. It's not always about you assisting me or me assisting you. There's more to it."

He mused for a moment, blankly gazing at the aquarium. "Oh... am I late in realizing everything? I didn't intend to bring you down."

Continuing, he said, "I always thought maybe you treated me that way because you enjoy helping people. I guess I was mistaken about everything. Yuuji and Aoi joked that I was stupid, and my brothers thought I was just a coward. At first, I believed they were just teasing me."

"Until I witnessed you talking with Megumi, sharing laughter and smiles—you looked pretty there. I understand that all of your laughter and smiles weren't meant for me but for Megumi's. At that moment, I realized I was developing something for you."

Turning towards you, he delicately touched your chin with his fingertips, leaving a gentle touch on your skin. "...it's jealousy."

You are struggling to find words as he leans closer to you, planting a nice yet sweet kiss on your lips. It was only for a split second before his kiss awakened your lips.

He's so warm... 

smooth... 

...wet and cute.

You let him take the lead for a few more seconds, before finally wrapping his arms around you and pressing your body against him, staking a claim.

He giggles between the kisses as he asks, "Thank you, so... is it a yes? Will you go out with me? Do you accept my love?"

Teasingly, you responded, "You didn't even confess properly, Choso-kun. But I think... it's a yes."

[lovesclinic]

─── 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

joel miller x f!reader |

notes: this man is taking over my life >:( if anyone knows how to get over him pls let me know (jk) &lt;3

you were caring. something that joel loves about you.

but also gets n his nerves when you spend the whole day caring for others, without standing up for yourself.

this often led him getting mad at you when, for instance your tummy wont stop grumbling as you forgot to eat all day. like right now.

“… mcdonalds is open pretty late,” you avoided eye contact with joel, you hated fighting with him, even if you knew this was his way of showing he cares about you.

“I am not going to a mcdonalds drive thru at this time of night again for the third night in a row,” joel huffed, used to your routine by now.

“well, you’re the one so mad about m’grumbling tummy! it’s not like I can control it joel..” noticing you going of your usual script of stubborn remarks till you get what you want, and the tears building in the corners of your eyes, joel softened his tone.

“darnin’..” joel started, accent more prominent in his words due to the frustration still simmering.  stopping and starting, unsure of what to say.

"I'm heading off, maybe that will settle this damn problem," 

Joel's intentions were evident to him. he would just be going to fetch you food, mcdondalds per your request, to help you feel less "hangry". so you both can talk a bit calmer about how to keep you eating when joel is away at work.

however, as you observed joel’s actions, stiff and robotic almost through your blurry, it became clear that he had tolerated your antics for too long and would be leaving your relationship.

to be fair, you were already confused to how the man had managed to be patient with you for this long as this was your longest-lasting relationship ever.  no one has ever lasted longer than eight months with you, and you were honestly surprised that he hadn’t called it quits earlier.

the clanging of car keys alerted your to the man grabbing what he needed, stopping just outside the door when he heard you speak tearily and snotty, yet clear to him, "it's okay, joel," he was startled by how small you sounded.

as he turned around, he was heartbroken to see you blubbering, "no one's really stayed with me this long, so I understand."

and in an instant, joel  immediately strode over to where you were sitting after dropping the duffel bag.  you anticipated that he was going to say his parting words about his doubts in your relationship blah blah.. words that would undoubtedly sting — as was the case throughout your previous relationships. so you attempted to scoot away, pitifully moving from joel to offer him space

so you were stunned when he pulled you to rest in his familiar lap, placing his lips to your temple soothingly. 

A small yawn from your lips had joel staring aty you lovingly, how could you ever think that he would leave you?

“getting sleepy, aren’t we?”

 “i’m…m'up i swear.”

"sweet dreams, 'nd rememer baby.. I would never leave my girl."

[asnowfern]

Heavy Is The Head That Wears The Crown

Summary: Why hide when we can play? Haven’t we had such lovely games before? All of space and eon at your fingertips. All you need to do is pluck. ~~~ It was supposed to be gone when Nesta made the bargain with the Cauldron: her stolen powers for the knowledge to save her sister and nephew. Unfortunately, nobody told the Trove.

Rating: E, NSFW WC: 11.4k Read on AO3 Play the accompanying card game here!

Written for my dear @azriels-shadows for the @acotargiftexchange !🎁

Thank you for being such an amazing giftee!💖 You mentioned that your favourite type of fic is canon-compliant or canon-divergent with fun new problems and a dash of physical danger. Trust me when I say, I literally took that and ran for the finish line.

I honestly had such a blast writing this and I hope you enjoy it too!

A huge thank you to @reverie-tales, @wilde-knight, @damedechance for being so encouraging and amazing! Also, another huge thank you to @thelovelymadone for giving me the idea of bringing back the mercenary from ACOTAR. You guys are the best!💕💕💕

Snippet under the cut!

Stones crunched under her feet. Snow swirled at their feet as lightning cracked in the distance. They stood at the pass, the line Nesta drew on the ground was long gone with her depleted energy. The view opened up to the vast Illyrian mountains. It would have been breathtaking under any other circumstances.

The arms that would often lovingly hold Nesta trapped her in a crushing grip. The endless ache and exhaustion in her bones shifted and screamed in protest. 

“He can’t obey you, Nesta Archeron.” Her blood ran cold at the raspy voice, “he’s mine now.” 

The aged Made queen was still talking but Nesta couldn’t take her eyes off her mate. The organ in her chest twisted painfully at the glazed expression clouding vibrant hazel, every nerve in her body acutely aware of the unrelenting pressure of strong muscles on her comparatively petite frame. 

She desperately searched those familiar eyes for any signs of the male that she knew had to be fighting back. Every bit just as desperate as she was. Despair rose in her with every shallow breath as her bones threatened to give way.

“Cassian”

The name fell out in an agonised plea. With a growl, Cassian knocked her roughly to the ground, pinning her limbs down to close a rough hand around her throat. 

“Good bye, Nesta.”

Fingers tightened painfully around her neck and crushed her windpipe, filling the air with nothing but choked gasps. 

Nesta’s eyes snapped wide open, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. Walls closed in on her as she felt the same arm slung over her waist kept  her trapped in the muscled chest from her dreams. She pushed the arm roughly off her and scrambled to her feet. Her world spun, panic rising to suffocate her. Her feet stumbled backward. Anything to build distance between her and-

She froze as her brain finally caught up. 

What was she doing? This was Cassian: her mate who would rather kill himself before he allowed himself to hurt her. 

As if on cue, Cassian stirred. His voice was hoarse from sleep when he asked, “Nesta?”

She squeezed her eyes shut and brought forth her mind stilling techniques, letting the ingrained practices attempt to soothe the jungle beats of her heart. A nightmare, she reasoned with herself, nothing but a nightmare.

A slight creak of the bed, a rustle of wings.

“Nesta?” 

When Nesta opened her eyes once more, it was to a furrowed brow and clear hazel that shone with concern. The knot eased in her chest to allow a clear flow of oxygen. 

“I’m alright,” she replied shakily, “Just a nightmare.”

She resisted the urge to shudder and recoil from the gentle hand reaching out for her. But Cassian’s hand still paused midair before dropping back to his side. “Again?” 

She jerked her head before turning away to avert his perceptive gaze. She inhaled in deeply, holding her breath for three long beats before exhaling. “Go back to bed. I’ll join you later.” 

“You can read your smutty books in bed.” He commented, the edges of his lips tugged upwards lazily, “I’ll sleep just fine.”

The knee jerk response to reject the offer died at her lips at the worry in his eyes, a palpable tension set in his jaw. She nodded and let him lead her back to bed with the lightest touch on her waist. 

Hours of unresolved pining culminating into one highly fulfilling smut session later, Nesta slid back fully under the covers. Outside the windows, the tiniest glimmer of light played at the horizon. Her eyes shuttered and she heaved a soft sigh. 

A comforting warmth enveloped her back and a familiar weight wound around her waist, encasing her world in sandalwood and snowpine. “Sleep” a low rumble from right next to her said enticingly.

“We need to wake up soon.” She reminded him even as her arms reached out to press the strong arm tightly against her.

“You’re exhausted,” he soothed, sniffing her neck deeply, “Training can wait an extra hour.”

A small smile played on Nesta’s lips as she let the reassuring scent pull her down under and surrendered to blissful sleep. 

The skies were bright the next time blue-grey eyes opened to the world, the sun way too high in the sky. She palmed the cool sheets next to her and let loose a breath.

It had definitely been more than an hour. 

Nesta hurriedly put on her leathers and was half a minute from leaving the house when the main door swung open, eclipsing the doorway with the silhouette of tall muscled frame and large wings.

Cassian cocked a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He surveyed her carefully as he strode in, stopping just a step away. “Feeling better?” 

She did feel better but she retorted back anyway, “You should have woken me up for training.” 

“You needed the rest.” He insisted, “Besides…” 

He bridged the gap between them. Close enough for Nesta to see the droplet of perspiration roll down the side of his face and down the length of his neck. The apple of his throat bobbed.

One of his arms teasingly slid up, from her fingertips to her upper arm, before drawing a small knife from the many pockets of his leather, “If you wanted private lessons.” 

A familiar tension coiled and tightened in Nesta. Between her night terrors, the training, Cassian’s responsibilities in Illyria and the preparation for the mating ceremony which was less than a week away, their time together was far and few between - nothing more than quick stolen couplings.  

The dilation of his pupils pushed molten hazel that she loved deeply to the rim, his nostrils flaring slightly. With a smooth motion, he pushed her flushed against the wall, his thigh wedged hard between her legs. A delicious friction with every minuscule movement. The small knife was now held horizontally to her neck in an almost tender display. The thrill coursed through her bloodstream, directly to her core. 

His breath was hot against the arched ear, “I will be more than happy to demonstrate.”

[yandevee]

Johnny Cage × Reader

Chapter 1

You are a fangirl but he is kinda into it because he loves the attention

In all fairness, you didn't really mean to go through a glowing blue portal.

You usually spend your days wondering the streets of the oh so famous Hollywood. Honestly in contrast to popular belief fame city wasn't all hot gossip and movie shoots.

There was a dark side, a poor and homeless side, that had been creeping up throughout the years.

You...are a part of that percentage. There is a lovely little place on the tip top of an apartment building that you have found sanctuary. A lovingly crafted shack made from two tall and sturdy pieces of plywood and a blanket draped over the top. The loving part was the string of battery-operated lights that you managed to steal from a dollar store. Along with your trusty, kinda beat up CD playing laptop you may or may not have also stolen...

It's not much but it's yours, along with the beautiful view of the walk of fame.

You wished desperately to get to that place you call 'home', but fate seems to have a different plan.

---pov---

Oh shit oh fuck. I've really done it now.

You know all these years of shoplifting and never ONCE has someone chased me down a street for a fucking CD!

"Just stop running! If you give it back I swear I won't call the cops!" This guy has some damn good stamina.

My legs beg me to give in, but there was absolutely no way in hell I'm giving this up. It's Johnny's newest film!

"YOU DEFINITELY DONT GET PAYED ENOUGH FOR THIS SIR! Probably $8.00 a hour at MOST." I yelled over my shoulder, not looking where I'm going.

Wait.

Why is it daytime?

WHERE DID THAT GUY GO?

I stop and catch my breath. At the very least, this means he won't get me. "How did I even get here?"

"That's what I want to know." I'm mildly embarrassed at the yelp that left me. Only a tad. Ok, maybe a lot.

I nearly jump out of my skin and turn around to see a man with... white glowing eyes? He's tall with dark hair pulled partially into a bun, wearing a white, undone shirt and dark blue pants.

"Uh, you're not the guy from the video store."

"Definitely not." It feels like his gaze is burning holes in me. Clearly, I'm somewhere I'm not supposed to be.

He took my stiff figure in slowly, like as if he was trying to scan me for...well something. "You are lost?" Uh, no shit?

I don't know the guy. I can't just say that out loud, so I settled with a nod. He looked more relaxed and settled his eyes on the CD I had clutched to my chest.

"Where am I? If you don't mind me asking that is-" I've had my fair share of fights to know that I don't wanna be on this guy's list. Especially since his eyes are glowing like a comic villain.

He gave me one more once over before giving a soft smile. "How about you follow me, and we can discuss your questions." I'm not too sure about that one chef. This has murder written all over it.

For whatever reason, I find myself following after him despite my thoughts.

He led me through courtyards of men in orange that were training tirelessly. There were beautiful statues and lush greenery that complimented the stone pathways. I took it all in, and the only thing the serene setting gave me was more and more questions.

HEWOO~ HAI

This is my first time writing something like this but I CRAVE more Johnny content and honestly I was like 'Oh wait I can make some' so here I fucking AM!!! RAAAAAAAAAAAAA there will be more parts definitely but hope you enjoyed chapter one! Next one should be longer- baiiii

[thecitysgraveyard]

Dean Winchester request!

Can you write a reader x dean where dean Sam and the reader have to take dream root and when they get to deans dreams it’s all cute little scenes/a future with the reader (mostly) and Sam all together, and dean tries to play it off but obv can’t lol and then when they get into the readers dreams it’s her and dean and once they’re out they admit their feelings? Thanks!

ooh some fluffy things we got here :) and thank you for requesting nonnie <3

the dream was not what you were expecting, you were kinda expecting just dean being with some other hotter chick, but it was you? yep you.

in the dream, you and dean were walking around holding hands, in a captivating garden, you were wearing a sundress in that dream and he was wearing his usual shirt and jeans, his necklace hanging and swinging around a bit as you both walked about the place

it was a sweet sight to look at, both of you, dean and you looked so content and were walking around, his lovely green eyes looking at you lovingly as he tilted his head slightly and beamed at you as you beamed back at him, oh man the way he looked at you in that dream made you feel all warm and fuzzy already

dean's face was slightly flushed, sam was grinning and started teasing dean and your face was slightly reddish too

as you, dean, and sam go to your dream

they see you and dean again, this made sam grin even more knowing that both of you like each other but dean wasn't going to admit it, was he?

after all of you get out of the dream, you look at dean and he looks at you

dean, is that actually your dream? you ask in disbelief, honestly, does he like you? is that actually true? you ask yourself

"well, no that isn't or maybe is but um yeah" he says in the most hesitant voice you've ever come out of his mouth, his face was now mostly all flushed

you looked at him and say well then, if it is true then i like you too dean

as you say those words, his face lights up and he smiles and while looking at you says "I'll come out and admit it too then, i like you too a lot, i always have, you're also so sweet, nice and funny I've always admired you for that and i hope we can build a beautiful relationship" he says all of this in a breath, his eyes, as he gazes at you full of love and affection and you return the gaze to him

everything felt like it stopped as he held your hand and kisses your hand, though i might not be a lot, it definitely felt like a lot to the others

<3

[charbakugou]

HEAVEN AND EARTH CAN'T SAVE ME NOW (7.4K)

SYNOPSIS: suna cheats on you, or that’s what you think.

CW: major angst, swearing, established relationship, cheating.

MORE: there will be no part two. i really did hurt myself writing this. sometimes i think about a part two and then i can’t think of what it could be.

you were walking across the cold streets laughing on the phone with your mum as you made your way to the jeweller after finishing up work at the office. 

“Mum! don’t say that, i don’t know that he even wants to marry me.” you chuckle out

“haah? of course he wants to marry you, have you seen yourself? not only that, that boy is infatuated with you. I see it in his eyes.” 

“yeah well i wouldn’t know, he brushes the topic off whenever its brought up.” you mutter as your mood turns sour, remembering how distant suna has been these past couple of weeks. 

“he’s probably avoiding the topic so that it’ll be a true surprise when he proposes.” 

“sure mum, we’ll go with that.” as you stand at the crosswalk across the jeweller, momentarily looking up and that's when you saw him. you weren’t expecting it, to be honest but at the same time maybe deep down you knew that you were never good enough for him. you were standing on the opposite street watching as ur lover, or ex-lover now? you watched as he smiled with her, as he lovingly caressed her cheek, as they sat a little too close to be called just friends. 

“oi? are you even listening to me? did you reach the jeweller? hello? ah the stupid connection i swear! y/n sweetie i can’t hear you.” 

your mother’s voice rang out momentarily breaking your trance as you watched him with the girl sitting at the cafe. 

“ah, I'm here. I'll call you later, I reached the jeweller.” 

You usually didn’t take this route home, you usually didn’t walk down this path on your way back, but you were heading to a jeweller in this area that coincidentally fell right next to a cafe. It was christmas time and suna had been speaking about wanting a piece of jewellery with the stone, obsidian, to represent his time at inarizaki and you had found a jeweller that was willing to make a custom piece with that specific stone. 

Now here you were picking up the ring, and that cafe next to the jeweller was the same cafe that you were now watching as your boyfriend was on a date? with another woman? you honestly don’t even know if you were processing the information in your head properly. all you knew was that your ears were ringing, and your mind was racing. you felt your heart breaking and beating quicker the more you watched. but there was this sinking feeling within you, something that felt like you were drowning from the inside out. 

What were you even supposed to do? 

you decided against interrupting his date, instead sticking to the plan that was rapidly forming in your head. 

grab the ring. 

head home. 

pack your things. 

wait for taro suna. 

tell him to be happy with her. 

leave. 

move on.

luckily when you walked to the jeweler he hadn’t noticed you. you entered and greeted the man. He brought out the specially carved ring for him. a fox, a tibetan sand fox to be specific. 

“as you recall from our agreement, because this is custom we won’t be offering a refund.” 

“yes, of course” 

“Is this for your boyfriend?

you froze as you pulled out your card to pay. 

“yeah. yeah it's for him.” you stuttered out.

“What a lovely gift! I did my hardest to create the idea you had in mind and wanted to do your idea justice. You must be truly in love with him. He is very lucky to have you.” you feel another piece of your heart chip off, another brick added to the wall you were slowly building. 

you just nodded before grabbing the box and your card and thanking him on the way out. You thought you were in the clear as you left the store, but it was an accident when you caught suna’s eyes. your eyes widened slightly. shit. he looks slightly perplexed and ready to rush after you but you don’t give him time. In an instant you turn your head and walk at an unnatural pace towards the train station. losing yourself in the crowd as you get on your train to head home. you see a familiar bob of brown as the train disappears through the tunnel. you find a seat and catch a breath as the moments from before replay in your head. 

she laughed at something he said and a small smile played on his face as he silently watched her laugh. 

he poked her in the side causing her to lean forward in an attempt to stop him from tickling. 

He pecked her cheek as she was talking about something. When was the last time you kissed him? When was the last time he kissed you? 

she leaned against his shoulder, slightly caressing his cheek. you thought he hated to be touched, even though he said his love language was touch, even though he was always touchy with everyone else, even though he was touchy at the start of your friendship at the start of your relationship, yet he always shifted away from you when you wanted to cuddle, keeping you at a distance but an arm around your waist nonetheless. 

he tucked her hair behind her ear as she brought the drink to her lips. 

he smiled as he watched her animatedly talk about something. Did he ever smile at you like that? never in public, barely in private, you always just said it was because he had an expressionless face. You were always making excuses. 

dark hair. porcelain skin. beautiful eyes. beautiful body. a beautiful laugh. 

Everything you wished you were. Everything that you were always insecure about.  

you felt a couple tears fall into your lap as you notice the card that was attached to the bag 

Merry Christmas baby x can’t wait to spend forever with you &lt;3. 

As soon as they were there, they were gone. The few droplets of tears carried all the emotion you felt in the past 15 minutes. The wall was finished. There was nothing left for you to give anymore. You had given him everything and the saddest part about it is if you were asked “would you do it all over again?” you would give him everything again. You would spend every moment, every memory, every second with him again.

 As you got off the train to make the walk back to your shared house everything in your head was spinning and all you could think of were the softest moments between you two. 

…

you awoke to him kissing all over your face. 

“good morning my love. let's have a good day today, yeah?” as he continued to kiss you all over your face, your neck, your body. 

… 

“baby it's raining!” you heard him holler from down stairs. 

“yes! I can see that! what about it?” 

“Come dance with me in the rain sweetheart!” 

…  

“you are more than enough for me darling, don’t let some rando on the internet say anything that makes you believe otherwise” 

he held you softly but tightly as you continued to cry from the hate you were receiving after announcing your r/s to the world.

… 

“ugh taro get off me! you’re heavy” 

“But i'm tired and you’re comfy.” he mumbled into your neck 

“Okay, but you are suffocating me.” 

“play with my hair?”

“tarooooo!!!!!” you groaned

“y/nnnnnnnnn!!!!!” he groaned back

“Fine, but I'll be pushing you off if I need to pee.” as you card your fingers through his hair 

“hmm” 

… 

“You did this all for me?” 

as you looked at the picnic on the beach, there were petals scattering the surrounding area, the sun barely setting in the back. 

he grabbed your hands pulling you close and tilting your face to face his. 

“Darling, I would move heaven and earth for you.” 

… 

“doll? you awake?” as he played with the small strands of your hair 

“hm,” you mumble into his chest as a response. 

“I wanted to let you know I love you.”

you raise your head, looking at him perplexed. 

“what.” it barely comes out as a whisper 

“I love you. a lot.” 

“Say it again, rin, please. so I know I'm not dreaming.” 

“i love you y/n l/n. you and only you own my heart entirely.” 

… 

as you entered your house— god it wasn’t even an apartment it was a house because you guys wanted a family together— you were immediately intruded with his smell. The usual calming scent that would’ve brought you peace felt absurdly uncomfortable. It was like your mind was already erasing the moments together to numb the pain so that there was hope for you to fall in love again. But your heart had already built its walls. Heartbreak is usually felt in the chest, where a numbing sensation dawns and the entire inside of your body feels convulsing. Your heart is not used to that kind of phantom pain so it tries to release it in physical ways, puking, crying, yelling etc. While your heart was battling the pain that could be felt but could not be remedied with medicine your mind would look them all away, in a fortress surrounded by gates and large guards, keeping them secret for years to come. 

but now as you walked through the house that you built with him, it was your mind begging for release. it was your mind begging for the memories to go away. it was your mind begging for the pain to stop. it was your mind pleading for you to save it. And your heart? Your heart was so shattered that you couldn’t even tell if it was beating or not. The pieces were so small that they were barely noticeable. The tungsten wall that was built around it barely gave it enough room to breathe, it was suffocating but for some reason you didn’t mind the pain. 

you left the gift on the kitchen counter as you made your way up the stairs choosing to not look at the timeline of pictures from the start of your relationship till recently that decorated the walls. four years worth of pictures, they vary from the both of you traveling, to pictures from when the house was first in renovation, to all your firsts. you didn’t dare look because you didn’t want to know if you could see how uninterested he was in you.  you didn’t want to know if you could see the love fade from his eyes throughout the years. Quickly ascending the stairs you enter your shared closet pulling out the two suitcases you had used to pack your stuff from your previous apartment when the two of you had finished building your house and it was finally time to move in. 

every detail reminded you of him, every turn in the hallway, every wood panelling, every counter. you built this house from the ground up, quite literally. from the smallest details such as the door knobs on each door, to the marbled counters, to the balconies and outdoor space it was done together. there was not a place in the house that you could turn that didn’t hold its own memory. each wall art, each decor, each artefact from different places you visited together, everything down to the plates and the bowls and the cutlery that were in the drawers, to the placing of those cutlery in the kitchen you built together. 

you quickly folded your clothes and placed them in your suitcase, manoeuvring like a robot. Quick. Calculated. Precise. When you were done with your clothes, you moved to your shoes, dumping those into a duffle bag before moving to the bathroom to grab your makeup and your hair products and dumping those into a big makeup bag and placing that in the same duffle as the shoes and zipping that up. you moved next to the winter clothes that were boxed and kept on the top most shelf in your closet. carefully getting it down, you emptied what was yours into the suitcase and placed the box back. 

you were careful to keep the clothes that were his but that you wore on a daily basis back on his side in the closet. you moved next to jewellery, putting rings in boxes and the same with necklaces before tucking those into the sides of your coat pockets. before zipping up the one suitcase that was filled. you moved to grab all the bags and accessories that you kept on a hanger and dumped that into another duffle and zipped it up. 

what else do you even pack from a house where all items were shared between the two? 

you moved to the office room, and packed up your laptop and notes and other important paperwork that you might need. placing those into your backpack neatly and carefully. moving to the night stand to grab the valuables that you kept with you at all times; letters,  cards, little knick knacks that you collected over the years. placing that into the second suitcase, then moving on to your chargers placing those in your backpack as well. you quickly moved downstairs to the laundry room before taking out the clean and dirty clothes, mixing them and placing them in a bag that would go in your suitcase to be washed wherever you ended up. you placed it in your second suitcase successfully zipping it up and carrying it down the stairs. you went back up and grabbed the other suitcase before bringing that down successfully as well. 

as you move up the stairs for the last time to grab the last two duffles and your backpack you hear the door open and shut. 

“y/n!” 

fuck, his voice was enough for your walls to come crashing down. 

you bounded up the rest of the stairs, grabbing the backpack from the bed and slinging the two duffles over your shoulder just as you were about to leave the room he came into view and the sight of him made your knees buckle and the brief thought of staying, of hearing him out floats through your head. you physically stutter as you take a step backwards as he moves closer to you. 

“baby- i- just wait a second please let me explain.” 

you were frozen in place, you felt him moving closer to you but you couldn’t move, you couldn’t even breathe. you could feel as his hands reached out to touch you and you promised you didn’t mean to flinch but you did and his hand retracted 

“please- please just don’t touch me.” it was barely even a whisper, you couldn’t even recognise your own voice. It was fragile, hoarse. Your throat felt like glass shards, you felt like you were choking. 

you felt like you were carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders as the duffle bag slipped off your shoulder. you feel your knees begin to grow weak and so you reach out to grab the bed frame to steady yourself as you stumble against the bedside table and find yourself sitting against it, when you get a flash of a memory. 

“rin look at these tables, they are completely made out of tile and clay aren’t they sick? I mean look at this all black one?” 

rin looked over your shoulder as he finished building the coffee table that was now resting on a fresh rug in the living room. 

“wait, those are actually sick, we should get them for our bedroom. two so we can match.” he sends you a warm smile before placing a kiss on your cheek. 

your body moved naturally, shooting itself upright as though it had landed on hot metal and it was burning to touch. you moved again to grab the bags that were on the floor now, you needed to get out of here and you needed to get out of here right now. you move to walk past him but he goes to grab your arm but hesitates, instead opting to step in front of you. 

“please” he pleads 

“please just let me explain” 

“explain what? how do you explain this suna?” his heart burns hearing his last name from your lips. 

“how do you explain being with someone else? how can you look at me and expect me to understand? I love you. We built our life together, this house we built together too. I gave you everything that I had left in me, I showed you parts of me I have never shown anyone before, I let you in even when YOU knew about my fears. I was patient with you when you weren’t ready to let me in. Do you even remember that? our first few months together were hell, and I stuck them out FOR YOU, for US. and now you want to explain? explain what? that you love them? that it was an accident. that you didn’t mean for it to happen? that you’re sorry for me having to find out this way?”

you looked at him now and you heard the echo of the wall that you had built crashing. his eyes were red, blood shot even and there were tears, from the boy who was emotionless. Four years and you’d never seen him cry, not to the saddest movie, not when he was frustrated as hell from practise, not from any mental breakdown you’ve witnessed. But today, he stood before you with tears in his eyes. His dark circles prominent, his olive green eyes dark, pleading, empty. He looked like he was in pain, like this was genuinely painful for him to hear. good. you thought. 

“or are you gonna say that it was a mistake? that it was a one time thing? That she was a one time thing? can you honestly even say that? can you honestly look at me and tell me you still love me when I see the way you looked at her? The way you acted with her? can you honestly look at me and tell me she means nothing to you? i’m sorry that i didn’t notice the signs before, i’m sorry if i ever gave you a reason to make you not feel loved. i’m sorry that you thought you couldn’t tell me you had fallen out of love with me. but, please suna, just do us both a favour and not try and explain things. Go and be happy with them, yeah? treat her like she’s the world, go and move heaven and earth for her. sell this house and start over with her, let them love you in the ways i could never. you don’t have to worry anymore about me not knowing that you don’t love me anymore. it’s okay. just don’t for a moment worry about me, because i’ll be okay. i’ll always be okay.”  

You reach out to place a flat palm against his chest, to feel his heartbeat one last time. To feel him one last time, before you let the hand drop and you feel the door shut on love. You move to walk past him as you hear him say. 

“I love you, y/n. I always did.” 

“I'm sure you did.” you mutter before walking out the door, feeling your mind slowly numb to the bruises that were the memories. 

…. 

SUNA’S POV 

That day at the cafe changed everything in suna’s life. 

You will end your relationship with y/n 

Half of him did not know why he went along with r/n. He didn’t understand why he was sitting there flirting with a girl who meant nothing to him. He didn’t know why he indulged her to go to this cafe. He wasn’t processing his actions as he sat at that cafe and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. In all honesty, suna wanted to puke, terribly. His entire body felt disgusting as he flirted with the girl in front of him. All he could think of was how he wanted it to be y/n. 

My father owns the company she works at.  

Every flirtatious giggle, every brief touch between them, every single minute that he spent at that cafe his entire body was shaking with absolute rage for the woman in front of him. He didn’t have a choice though, he was put in a compromising position so he sucked it up and he did what he had to do. He saw y/n walking down the street. He saw their face drop when they saw what unfolded between the two of them. He saw them walk stupidly fast past them, doing their best to avoid eye contact. He felt every moment chip a piece of his heart away. 

If you don’t listen to me, I will end your career as a volleyball player. 

He knew that getting involved with a girl like r/n was trouble. He knew that from the first moment that she started pestering him. He knew that from the first dm he ignored, then from the constant pinging of his phone which was her notifications. Constantly badgering him, constantly wanting him to give her his attention, constantly wanting to be next to him, constantly needing him. Yet something about her piqued his interest. Something about the way she dressed, the way she held herself. The way her mind processed things, the way she held herself. So he indulged in one dm message from her.

From then on, he found himself talking with her daily. But he never wanted to pursue a relationship. He never wanted anything more than a friendship. He never talked flirty or engaged in her flirty techniques. He made it very clear he was in a relationship and he made it very clear he had no intention of cheating on y/n. But she had other plans, other ideas, other motives for them. Them. it was disgusting to even think that, that was even a thing. But here he was, sitting at a cafe pretending he was on a date with a girl that he had no interest in. Could he even fake being in love like that? 

He didn’t mean to make eye contact with them when they left the shop, but thats what he did and in that moment he thought fuck r/n and her threats. He knew where his happiness lied and he knew where he needed to be so he sprinted after her. Curse y/n and her fast walking pace. He felt his heart beating in his ears as he chased after her. He felt his heart chip as he saw the train doors shut. 

The world was spinning when he made it back to their house. His eyes were burning as he saw the packed bags, as he saw her sprint up the stairs. His chest tightened as she flinched at his touch. His legs felt weak as he watched her slowly break in front of him. He wanted to reach out and wrap them in his arms. Let them know that none of it was real. That there were no feelings for her, that it was all just a great elaborate plan. 

But he couldn’t, it was like he tried to voice his words all he could think of was how much he didn’t want to ruin your life even more than he already did. He felt like there was no way to forgive such actions. There was no way to explain what he had done. There was no way they would stand there and listen to what he had been asked to do, what he had been forced to do. No forgiveness would be shared, no happiness would be felt. All he could do was hear the pain in their voice and see them walk out of his life without a second glance. 

When they finally walked out the door, he felt himself collapse into shambles on top of their bed. He felt frozen in time for god knows how long till he feels his phone buzz rapidly in his pocket. He shifts slightly, pulling the phone out of his pocket to see r/n flashing on his screen. Begrudgingly, he picks up the phone, not a word spoken between them for the first few minutes before he hears her laugh and the rage that fills suna was unspeakable. 

“You think this is funny?” 

“I told you rin~ I always get what I want.” 

“Don’t call me that, you don’t have a right.”

She laughs again, “don’t worry you’ll end up falling in love with me eventually.” 

She laughs once more before she ends the call and suna is left in the quiet glass room with the remnants of a life he took for granted. He looks around the now empty room, every single thing they had built and decorated was a mix of their personalities. They had intertwined their lives and their wants, and their desires and the outcome was their house and now he is left with pieces, a fragmented glass fractured by his own doing. He sucked at emotions and he never thought he could love, but he found out he could with y/n because of y/n. 

Turns out now he could fake being in love as well. 

…

4 years later. 

you slipped your shoes off before placing them on the shoe rack in your new apartment. it wasn’t anything special and you knew you could afford way better, as in way better than this hole in the wall. but you just didn’t feel the need to buy a new one or even the desire to be in a better apartment. the apartment served you well and it did the necessary things to keep you safe and alive. 

you grabbed the stack of mail that you had brought up from the mailbox and dumped it on the counter to open after dinner and before bed. quickly hopping in the shower, you rinsed off and washed your hair before moving to your skin routine. you finished up and placed food in milo’s (your cat) food bowl, waiting for him to come out of his little den to eat. you made yourself some food as well before heading to the couch to watch some netflix. as you were finishing up milo came up and curled up on your lap, purring as you petted him. 

Once you were done, you turned the tv off and cleaned the dishes before heading over to the mail. junking most of the ads and free magazines. you were about to call it a night when you noticed a dark red envelope, calligraphy was daintily painted over the front. the quality too high to be mistook as a regular envelope, the regal feeling it sent to foreign for you to ignore. it was addressed to you and so you tore it open revealing a glass invitation. in calligraphy, it was written. 

you are invited to the wedding of Suna Rintarou and r/n l/n. 

for a moment you were at a loss of words, a loss of feelings. Your entire body freezes at the thought of seeing Suna, happy at the altar, being married off. inside the envelope was a RSVP card and in scratched handwriting was a note “you may bring a guest.'' The wedding was in two weeks, somewhere in the mountains of Osaka.

after the breakup you didn’t really find the need to be following suna on his socials so you unfollowed him and kept on moving. but you knew he still followed you when he liked your occasional posts. but the only reason the invitation wasn't a complete and utter surprise to you was the fact that your mum had already told you about it. apparently she found it in her need to keep following his socials and staying updated with his life, you on the other hand didn’t really care. The only real question was why would he want you there? 

Deciding that this could be the final goodbye, the answer that would cease your endless what if’s and scenarios that plagued your head on occasion. 

…. 

two weeks later aka the day of the wedding 

you were in a black cowl neck dress that was backless but the straps of the dress were evident. your hair was pulled back into a claw clip, but it was curled and done neatly so it would be acceptable to wear at a wedding. you had on gold hoops and a gold flat chain around your neck and your makeup was once again simple. your dress was definitely not something people would stop and stare at and think you were dressed inappropriately. you were aiming for simple, but you wanted to look good. 

you were hoping to slip in and slip out. maybe a couple of words to the groom, a congrats, maybe before you were out of there. The thought process behind attending simply wasn’t there. all you knew is that you wanted to see him one last time, maybe it was torture or maybe it was for closure. Who knew? Because you certainly didn’t. 

as you pulled up to the venue you already noticed how nice it looked. you also noticed the small details that shouted suna! 

“i want our theme to be red and black” 

as you walked into the venue you noticed it was all made of glass and the walkway was adorned with deep maroon and white petals, littered in a zig-zag pattern to identify the aisle. the chairs that lined the edge were also marked with white bouquets. the guests were quietly filling in and you noticed many of his teammates and people you used to be friends with and you moved quickly to avoid catching their eye. you found a seat in the corner of the glass room all the way in the back. where you could see the altar but hopefully they wouldn’t be able to see you. 

“what do you think about a glass venue? we could do white flowers to off-set the red and black.” 

you watched as the final guests made their way to their seats. you sat quietly and spoke to absolutely no-one. you watched as the groom and his groomsmen walk onto the stage when you feel your shoulder being tapped. you turn to see an old lady, you knew it was sunas grandmother but she made no efforts to show she knew who you were. 

“do you mind giving up your seat dear?” 

“of course it’s no problem.” 

as you stood up, you accidentally caught the eye of suna. dammit. you let the old lady and the old man sit in the chairs that you previously occupied. making yourself move towards the back where the people with cameras were standing so you were unnoticeable. but it was already too late, he had seen you there. but in a flash the music began to play. 

“i seriously don’t want to watch you walk down the aisle to canon.d maybe something romantic like say you won’t let go by james arthur” 

The song that began to play sounded like “can’t help falling in love with you,”, but you were focused as the flower girls, the parents all walked down the aisle and then lastly the bridesmaids. Your gaze finds suna once again watching him carefully, and soon the song shifts and it is time for the bride to walk down. most’s eyes were watching as she walked down the aisle, but your eyes were on him. you watched as he took a breath in, you watched as his muscles went rigid. 

“nah i seriously don’t think i’ll cry when i see you walk down the aisle. i’m not a pussy y/n”

it was only after she had reached the altar had you noticed that osamu (his best man) had his eyebrows furrowed and for a brief moment was watching you. you looked away and the ceremony began. 

“i think the actual ceremony should be short and sweet, just how it should be done.”

that’s what the ceremony was, hearing their vows made you nearly tear up because at one point you imagined it to be yourself up there. you on that altar promising to love him forever, promising yourselves to each other. when the wedding ceremony was over, you waited as the groom and bride walked out first and you slipped out the side doors to go to the reception area. you knew that you shouldn’t stay much longer but you wanted to see the reception hall before you left. 

you walked through the long hallway where you could see the guests congratulating the bride and getting ready for their picture to be taken. you continue walking down the glass hallway before you make it over to the reception hall area. It was packed with tables and there was a wooden floor designated for dancing. There was a bar and multiple tables lined with a cake and food to enjoy. 

The backdrop, where a camera was set up, was a dark green bush with red flowers draped delicately. The final touches of “The Suna’s” written in Calligraphy plastered in Neon Lights. you noticed the table at the entrance, where there was a book for guests to sign, and take a picture with a polaroid and shots that had table numbers in them. 

“my parents, at their wedding, had their guests take a funny picture and sign it in a book, i think we should do that. So we can keep the memories of what is going to be the best night of our lives.”

you walked out of the reception hall, out the doors and further down towards a gazebo that had been decorated. you needed a breath of fresh air. as you stood leaning against the railing in the gazebo hut, preparing yourself to leave. you hear footsteps approach you. expecting it to be suna, you turn only to be met with osamus now darker hair. 

“what are you doing here?” 

hostility, you were not expecting that. 

“um, sorry. i wanted to see the reception area before i left.” 

“i mean what are you doing at the wedding.” he retorted, a brash tone in his voice. 

“i was invited.” you calmly stated back. 

“i don’t care that you were invited, you shouldn’t be here. suna is happy without you.” 

not wanting to bother to fight him or start an argument, you took this as your sign to leave. 

“you’re right, please give my wishes to mr. and mrs.suna.” just as you turned to leave the gazebo you heard another voice. 

“haven’t you learned any manners osamu? that’s not how we treat our guests.” suna. 

you hadn’t heard that voice in so long. 

“They are not welcome here.” he spits back. Why the hell was he so angry at me? i was invited and i didn’t even make a scene, he has no right to be angry. In the end it was you who was hurt, not him so what the fuck. 

“it’s not your wedding, is it?” he retorted. He waits for a response and when he doesn’t respond, he whispers. 

“Give us five minutes will you?” 

osamu just grunts before you hear footsteps fading away.  

“I know you rsvp’d but i didn’t think you’d actually come. Did you bring a guest?” 

you let out a breath before spinning on your heel only to be faced with the man you love. he was breathtakingly beautiful. the red and black suit was tailored to perfection, it fit his body like a glove. he looked good, he looked really good. 

“yeah, i didn’t have anyone to bring.” you muttered out. you walked towards the railing, not only to help lean your weight but also to put distance between you and him. but he immediately followed your step, leaning too against the railing. 

“n/n, you should try to move on.” your eyes involuntarily shut as you heard that name for the first time in four years. no one calls you that anymore, fear that they would trigger too many memories. 

“the ceremony was beautiful, and so was the reception hall. you look really happy suna and i’m happy for you.” 

you whisper out finally and you could honestly say that you meant those words. you were also deflecting his comment. He didn’t look at you when you said that, eyes drifting off towards the view, giving you time to drink in his face. His eyes were still as sharp, his features just the same. His jaw is sharper than ever. His body looked more toned out, but the bags under his eyes gave it all away. He wasn’t sleeping, it was always hard for him to sleep when he overworked himself. But you bite your tongue to not bring it up, not to let him know that you still knew him from the inside out. 

“thank you for coming.” he mutters back. you nod. you notice he tries to say something, but then fails and then tries again. 

“i’m sorry-” 

“Don’t, don’t do that to yourself and don’t apologise for something that is now in the past. it wasn’t your intention to fall out of love with me but it happened. you don’t need to apologise.” 

they fall into a comfortable silence. 

“your mum congratulated me on the wedding. i wasn’t expecting it, thought she would hate me after she found out ….” he trails off. 

she snorted. 

“what?” 

“i never told anyone the truth.” 

“What? What do you mean? ” he asked, a little more perplexed, eyebrows furrowing and his face visibly confused. 

“I just didn’t want to and i also didn’t even understand it myself. my friends and family don’t know you cheated. I just told them that we fell out of love, that we drifted apart and it was unfixable the distance between us.” 

“why?” he whispers out 

“because they love you, my family loves you, my friends love you. i couldn’t change their perspective of you because of something that wasn’t, TO ME at least, didn’t really seem like your fault. i don’t agree with the way you chose to pursue things, but i can’t blame you for it either. you fell out of love suna. you found somebody new. so yeah to them we just never ended up working out. and none of your friends ever reached out afterward so i never told them anything either.” 

suna doesn’t know what to say to that. He had no response because you didn’t know half of it. You didn’t know that he hadn’t found someone new. That he never fell out of love with you. That he was not happy, not for one moment for the past years did he even so much feel a glint of happiness. 

“I’m sorry for the way osamu acted, i honestly don’t know why he’s been so angry recently. i told him the truth, as in all of it. I still don’t know specifically to who, but he’s been taking it out on everyone and i guess he doesn’t really like r/n but i think it's just his bias that he holds for you and um r/n doesn’t really like you all too much, so i think he gets heated when she talks about you in a bad light. She thinks that you weren’t good for me. something about holding me back, and not pushing me to my fullest potential.” he whispers out, almost like he shouldn’t have told you but he did anyways, like he couldn’t keep anything from you.

the statement left a sour mark on your tongue. not pushing him to his best abilities? what does that even mean? Weren’t they the one who helped him voice his thoughts more? teach him that talking about his feelings and not just pretending he doesn’t care is healthy? Weren’t they the ones who taught him that breaking down was okay? Weren’t they the one to always encourage him to take the opportunities that were offered to him?

“obviously, i don’t agree with her. but she’s my wife.” and there it was, the final kick to her gut. The answer you were waiting for. 

she shouldn’t have come. 

“what the two of you have is beautiful, i can see from the way you look at her that you really love her and i am seriously happy for you suna.” 

“i want that for you. you know?” 

“what? happiness?” 

“that yes, but to find someone who loves you.” 

she lets out a small laugh before finally answering his statement from before. 

“i have moved on rin. before i met you i knew that i wanted to be alone in life, i just knew i was better by myself and that was just that, a fact. then you came into my life and wrecked all those ideas and all those beliefs and i was ready and honestly willing to give my entire future to you, i gave up all my ideas for a life with you. then we ended and i tried to date again after working on myself and i just never felt anything with anyone. so I stopped wasting my time and focused on things i enjoyed doing. i have moved on, I just went back to the plans before you. I would like to say that I am happy as well. as happy as someone can choose to be.” she whispered out. 

Once again suna was left speechless to your thoughts, to the way you held yourself, to the way you spoke. He felt his heart shatter as he realised that after this he would never get to hear you speak again, never get to hear your thoughts again this was it. 

“Do you mind if I hold you one last time? A final hug for goodbye?” He murmurs, his eyes watching yours as your body freezes. 

He waits, praying to all the gods in the world that you would say yes. Praying that he would be able to feel you in his arms again, for the last time. He watches as your body relaxes and you finally meet his eyes, turning to face him before taking a slow step towards him. 

“One final hug as goodbye.” you repeat. As you bring yourself to your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck, his hands naturally find their way around your waist. The hug held every emotion that the two of you had kept inside for the past four years. 

Yours. Feelings of love, grief and goodbye. 

His. feelings of regret, remorse and reminisce. 

The moment lasted longer than anticipated, complaints came from neither of you as you stayed within each other's embrace. Before you pull away, stepping back and composing yourself before you say your final wishes. 

“I’ll always be here for you, rin, if you ever need anything. I’m sorry it didn’t work out between us. I wish you the best.” 

Before you finally turned and headed back to the entrance of the venue, ready to get back to your mundane life, leaving all the fairytales, what if’s and wishful thinkings at that gazebo in the mountains of osaka. Though you felt light on your toes you couldn’t help but think; 

if you had moved on, why did it hurt so much to say goodbye? 

“This isn’t fair to either of you, you deserve to be together.” suna hears osamu’s voice cut through the silence. 

“Yeah, well life’s not fair sometimes.” suna murmurs out, as he watches you slip into your car and drive off. 

“We have to do something about r/n. She can’t just keep threatening your career. You aren’t happy, rin.” osamu pushes. 

“Drop it samu, they’ve moved on. It’s not fair but that’s how life goes, not all of us get happy endings.” suna says before he walks off. 

two lives, once previously intertwined in perfect harmony and a sudden catastrophe sends them both into cataclysmic destruction. the once previous thought of happily ever after non-existent to the both of them. Neither happy, neither satisfied, yet both living in the shell of their bodies in hopes that one day they can be whole again.  

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Do you love me?

Summary: Simon admits feelings for the girl he truly adores… you. Little did he know, you had feelings for him too. This entire fanfic takes place at your house btw!

Warnings: Cock sucking, moaning, dirty talk, leaving hickeys, kissing, partially undressing in front of someone, semen!, eye contact, eye contact while giving a blowjob, handjob, spitting on cock, hair tugging, swearing, praising kink, hair pulling kink. 

Pairing: Simon Kalivoda x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,261

“Do… do you love me?” The words come out slowly, hesitantly, as if they’re difficult to get out. Simon bites his lip nervously, hoping that I’ll answer honestly. 

“Of course I do!” I reply quickly, without hesitation. That’s the most honest i’ve ever been. I’d never lie to Simon. “Have I not been obvious…?” I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. 

Simon nods his head slowly and smiles softly. “Yeah… you kinda have.” He says quietly, still unsure of how much I actually know. 

I look away from his gaze for a second, trying to comprehend how I’ve so stupidly hid my affection from him. My gaze quickly meets his again as my lips form a tender smile. “From now on, I’ll make sure to be obvious as to how much I love you!” I chime up, trying the lighten the dim mood. 

Simon’s smile grows wider as he laughs softly, leaning back against the wall behind him. I notice his hands are shaking slightly from obvious nervousness, but only for a second or two before he calms them down. “I’d love that.”

“Is there something else that’s wrong?” I stare deeply into his eyes with a serious and stern look, him seeming to be more nervous than ever before. 

“No, no… nothing wrong…” He shakes his head and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. It seems like he’s struggling to find the right words to say. “...just… never mind.”

“Oh. Alright.” I look away awkwardly, not wanting to pry away at information he doesn’t want to share. The tension and silence builds up. 

After a moment, he finally lets out a long sigh and looks over at me, meeting my gaze with his own. “You’re probably wondering why I’m so anxious about telling you this…” 

“Yeah. I am.” I reply.

“It’s because I’m afraid you won’t understand it… or worse; think less of me.” He gives an apologetic look, clearly embarrassed by what he’ll say next.

I place a hand on his shoulder and stare deeply into his eyes with a sense of love and adoration hidden behind them. “Nothing will ever make me think less of you. You are my sweet, loving, caring best friend and nothing will ever change that.” I reassure with a soft, comforting tone. 

“Thank you…” He says, smiling widely now. He leans forward and presses his forehead against mine. “I was worried that you might think less of me if you knew…” 

“Knew what?” I lower my voice to the appropriate level.

Simon’s smile falters for a second before returning, looking lovingly into my eyes again. “Well… I have a crush on you.” 

My eyes widen in surprise. I pull away and attempt to comprehend that information. “Really?”

“Yeah, yeah I do. It’s just… well… I’ve always had feelings for you…” His expression grows more serious as he speaks, staring directly into my eyes. “And, I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship by confessing.” 

“Oh Simon… how long have you felt this way?”

“A while now. But then, when we were hanging out together like this, talking, laughing, joking around, it just got harder and harder not to talk about it.” He sighs heavily. 

My lips form a bright smile, slightly mischievous as i get more excited to share the news he absolutely wants to hear. “I think you’re gonna like what i have to say about that.”

“Really?” He smiles broadly, leaning back slightly so that he can look me straight in the eyes once more. “What is it?”

“I have a crush on you too.”

Simon’s eyes grow wide as he stares back at me, unable to believe what he’s hearing. “You… you mean it?” 

“Mhm.” I nod my head in agreement.

His face flushes a bright red and he looks away from me, biting his lower lip. “But… why me? You could have anyone.” His voice cracks lightly, the raspyness really showing with each word.

“Because you’re… you! You are the only person that’s ever wanted to spend time with me, talk to me, go on long car drives with, smoke with…” I respond with genuine love. My heart is poured out with every single word. Every word having meaning and genuine truth. The weight is lifted off my chest, now he knows I adore him and I don’t have to talk Kate’s ear off about it anymore. 

Simon nods slowly. “I know right? But still… why me?” He asks, his voice cracking slightly as he does so.

“Let me just go get a water from the kitchen real quick, then I’ll explain everything, okay?” I point behind me towards the bedroom door. Simon nods in agreement and patiently awaits my arrival.

After a few minutes, I come back with a cold glass of water. The bed creases a little bit as I sit down beside Simon. The tension between us is heavy.

“Okay… here we go.” He says softly, looking into my eyes again. “So tell me everything. Every single detail.” He says with a slight excitement hidden behind his eyes. 

“So… I think my crush on you started in 5th grade when we hit our one year friendship.” I admit with hesitation, wanting Simon to know all the little details. 

“Really?” He chuckles quietly, lowering his hand down to mine and squeezing gently. “And how did it progress after that?”

“Oh you have no idea.” I sigh heavily. “I started seeing you very, very, very differently. Every time you look at me, I feel my heart pound ten times faster.” I reply with a slight chuckle.

“You mean like… romantically or something else…?” His cheeks flush brightly once more.

“Romantically. But, I’ve definitely thought of you sexually…” My voice trails off, unsure if I should continue talking. 

“Oh.” He looks away shyly, biting his lip lightly. “Um… well… what about me?” He asks quietly, almost afraid to hear the answer.

“Just casual sex stuff, I guess. For example, I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long ever since we played spin the bottle and I got to kiss you that one time.” I answer nonchalantly, admitting something that’s been picking at me for so long.

“Well… uh… do you want to kiss me right now?” He asks quietly, feeling embarrassed about asking such a question. 

“Mhm.”

Simon smiles softly, leaning forward towards me. His lips are only inches from mine now, breathing heavy and fast as the tension builds up between us. I connect our lips quickly, slowly moving the kiss in sync. The passion grows intense, more eager for more. 

He closes his eyes tightly as I kiss him, enjoying every second of it. His heart races faster than normal, beating rapidly through his chest. My arm snakes around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens. I moan into his mouth. My other hand slowly inches its way across every surface of his body. 

His tongue slides into my mouth. He lets out soft groans of pleasure as he feels my hand running all over his body and enjoying the feeling of my fingers digging into his skin. He pulls away from the kiss and runs his hands along my waist, squeezing gently. “So beautiful…”

“Say more stuff like that…” I hum under my breath, adoring the praises of my beauty. 

“So beautiful and so perfect…” He repeats, squeezing my waist with more intimacy. 

The way he talks makes me blush furiously. I can feel my face turn bright red as the heat washes over my features. My body tingles all over from the sheer excitement of finally being able to lock lips with such a pretty-looking boy like him. The way he kisses me makes me dizzy with passion. All thoughts leaving my mind except for one - him. 

He mumbles words of pure adoration as he slowly leaves a trail of kisses along my jawline and my neck. Lightly sucking and biting on the sensitive skin as to leave a mark of his love. Small purple and red hickeys form on my neck, making the skin much more sensitive than before. Even the slightest touch causes a shiver to course down my back. 

“S-simon… I need you~” I whimper under my breath, feeling somewhat awkward about admitting such a bold thing. 

He stops kissing my neck and leans back up to look me straight in the eyes. God, even his eyes were pretty. A light shade of blue that, once met, can make you feel lost. “You need me?” He whispers with both a disbelieving and seductive tone. 

Even meeting his eyes with my own sends my thoughts to completely fade from my mind. All I can do is nod my head slowly in agreement, being unable to muster words. 

As if something came over me, I fall to my knees in front of him with a bold look. My eyes express how much i want this, his eyes showing the same. My hands work magic and without another second passing, his pants were pooled onto the floor beneath him, leaving his lower half covered by only his boxers. Even the sheer sight of him in his boxers had my stomach filled to the brim with fluttering butterflies. 

Simon lets out a small gasp of pure ecstasy as I pull down his pants. A wash of blush covered his face. He wasn’t used to being so… exposed. 

I look up at him while tugging on the waistband of his boxers, asking for permission to pull them down and continue things further. His breathing becomes heavier, the anticipation building up inside of him. I was obviously making him super horny. 

“Go ahead,” He says quietly, trying not to sound too eager or desperate but failing miserably. His voice cracks slightly when he speaks those simple words. 

I smile fondly at his comment and without another minute passing, I pull down his boxers. They fall to the floor. Simon whimpers tenderly, being unfamiliar to this feeling of being completely exposed infront of me. His face flushes a deep shade of red. 

I chuckle softly at his adorable reactions, feeling the sudden urge to make him feel unbelievable from the pleasure soon to come. Both my hands make way to wrap around the base, stroking slowly as I make eye contact with him while kissing the tip. My tongue licks the shaft intimately, causing a small moan to escape the boys lips. His eyes flutter close as he enjoys the attention I give him. His hand finds its way into my hair, lightly tugging at the roots as he relaxes into the sensation. 

I look up at the boy once more to admire his features. His mouth is agape slightly, his eyes shut tightly, and his eyebrows knit together. He lets out another soft moan, his hips swaying back and forth as I continue to pleasure him. The grip on my hair tightens, using it to guide my movements as he continues to enjoy the feeling. “Oh yeah… just like that… don’t stop… keep going…” He sighs in-between delicate moans. 

Saliva drips down my chin as my movements start to get more sloppy, my mouth hungrily licking and sucking. Simon’s hips buck lightly, his eyes rolling back as I suck him off expertly. “Ohhhh… oh fuck…” He grunts loudly, his breathing getting heavier and shallower.

The sensation sends him over the edge, his body tensing up, his mind going blank, his whole world focused on the feeling of my warm, wet mouth enveloping his cock, his fingers digging into the bedsheets as he tries desperately to hold himself back from cumming. 

I take my mouth off of his cock, spitting on my hand before stroking up and down with the wet hand. “God, you’re so pretty like this,” I hum in contentment, continuing to pump his cock in my hand with swift movement. 

Simon’s entire body shudders and shakes, his muscles tensing up as his heart races faster than ever. A soft whimper escapes his lips, his hips bucking forward slightly as if trying to get more stimulation. “Y-you’re incredible…” He says between heavy breaths, sweat dripping down his forehead. His heart beats so fast that he can barely stand it, his whole body trembling intensely. 

I hum under my breath before sticking his cock down my throat again. The tip repeatedly hitting the back of my throat. That’d leave a mark later. 

“Mmmmph,” He cries out, gripping the sheets tightly as I take him deeper into my throat. His hips gyrating wildly. With one last final suck, he started releasing ropes of semen down my throat. The hand that was in my hair is now tugging at the roots harder, his face contorting with such pleasure. I stare up at him, admiring his features as he uses my throat for his personal use. 

He shudders once more, panting heavily as he collapses backwards, resting his head against the soft mattress. “That was incredible…” He breathes deeply, looking exhausted but satisfied nonetheless. His eyes are half-closed, showing the expression of a very pleased man. I stand up, chuckling lightly at his comment. The back of my hand swipes across my lips, catching up any leftover semen and saliva. 

Laying down next to Simon, I place a hand on his chest. My finger traces small hearts on the delicate fabric of his shirt. A fond smile forms across my lips as I make eye contact with him, feeling a greater connection, although I didn’t think it was possible to become even closer to him. I knew at this very moment, a new life with him would start. A new life filled with so many possibilities that I could only dream of. 

(I promise, I’ve finally gotten the urge to write again so please please please expect some more fanfics!!!)

[laceymorganwrites]

First time calling you mommy - hcs

MHA edition

Dabi:

to tease you

needless to say it backfires

he fucking refuses to admit that he just wants someone to take care of him

because building intimate relationships just hurts even more, he´s on borrowed time anyway and knowing that he could leave someone behind to mourn him...he doesn´t ever want to put that fate on anyone

so your relationship starts out as playful and casual, no strings attached

but he finds his  way back to you way too often for his own liking, yet he can´t leave

and it´s not because of the sex, it´s because he can actually fucking sleep at night...without the nightmares. he feels safe

´naww, did mommy miss her baby boy?´ he grins when he comes back home one day, hoping to make you feel embarrassed and shy

well. joke´s on him

´so what if I did?´ you smirk, stalking towards him and doing that thing where you just look at his face, so lovingly and trace his scars. his brain seizes to function every damn time

and at that moment he really does realize he wants to be your good boy

Hawks:

when you touch his wings

look, he´s very sensitive and gets attached way too quickly

but with you he feels like that´s okay

like somehow you won´t use it against him

honestly this guy never knew anything but acceleration so for him falling in love is always a whirlwind 

he mostly loses interest quickly though

because as much as he hates to admit it, he gets bored of people easily

mostly because of his trust issues, with you it´s so easy to just fall and never let go

you´re his safe person and he always wants to be by your side

very clingy and touchy but he purrs so fucking much whenever you initiate and just hold him

his wings are a sensitive spot on his body that nobody ever really paid attention too

sure they always looked cool on TV but in privacy, especially when it comes to being intimate, people get grossed out quickly

so when you caress them so casually he is touched beyond words

Keigo always melts at your touch

´please don´t stop, mommy´

Enji:

when you order him around

he´s not stupid, he knows he likes to sub on your first date, how could he not? 

you have such an authoritive air around you, he´s completely smitten with you from the start

not just because it´s so different from his past experiences, but because he finally found what he was looking for, what he´s so scared to put into words

he´s stubborn and embarrassed to have those feelings, to be so dependant on someone, but in the end he opens up and talks to you about it

you find it incredibly cute and admire how shy he can get

listen Enji is the perfect fucking malewife okay?? actual good stay at home dad 

to be very fair he only got that way with your help and a lot of apologizing, realization, reflection and working on himself (and communication after his kids got around and saw he was serious)

´thank you for being patient with me, I don´t know how you do it but you make me feel so safe, for the first time in my life I don´t mind not being in control´

´naww, you wanna call me mommy so bad~´ you tease him because you enjoy his bashfulness a bit too much

and he blushes so hard, averting his eyes and just mumbling: ´w-would you mind that?´

´of course not, I´m into it after all´

Shigaraki:

when you scold him

this man has the weirdest mix of a degration and praise kink

I mean his kinks are on the weird side anyway cause he needs very specific things to actually get it up and cumming is a whole nother thing

but you´re so understanding of this and help him explore, figure out new things

he´s a fucking brat but he´s actually grateful to you even if he has trouble voicing it most of the time

pouty all the time when you´re in public and will cling onto your shirt 

most of the time he´ll hide behind you

he´s so clueless when it comes to initiating anything, be that romantic or sexual, you mostly make the first move but are super proud of him whenever he does get the courage to

but not everything is perfect, because he´s a brat and way too stubborn for his own good 

he just talks back too much, he gets too passionate about stupid things and is easily offended

doesn´t really get angry with you, just because he doesn´t know how to

he has a lot of anger stored in him, but it´s directed at the world, not at you

it´s rare these days that you have off days where it´s just the two of you and he´s annoyed by it all, it´s all pent up so he ends up making a few too many petty and cruel remarks

´if you keep acting like a little bitch I can just leave´ you say sternly, hands on your hips

he actually shuts up for once and looks at you with big eyes, almost crying 

´I´m sorry mommy, please don´t be mad at me´

Overhaul:

when you praise him

he´s so cute and proud to be with you

Kai´s never been interested in pursuing romance, the whole concept disgusted him

but then he met you

you were the head of another family (A/N: actually writing a fic abt that) and worked with him on a few occasions

you were the only person he felt like he could trust business wise, he had a lot of respect for you and admired you deeply

over time he realized that you were incredibly beautiful as well, he just couldn´t take his eyes off you

it got annoying when he couldn´t stop thinking about you

he never thought you´d like him back but that didn´t matter to him

he wanted to get rid of his pesky feelings and asked you to take a walk with him after work

your relationship progressed slowly and therefore you always felt safe with him and he with you

eating together, moving together and having sex or even cuddling and kissing all took a lot of time for him but he´s very glad to be making his first experiences with you

you felt bad at first that he did the most cleaning and cooking but over time you accepted that he didn´t view it as a chore but simply needed it for his well being

´you did so well today, baby. I´m really proud of you. You´re so beautiful, you know that?´ you smile after a longer and rougher session

Kai´s still in a blissful state and smiles back at you, his eyes glimmering with love

´yeah? I´m really happy I can make you happy, mommy. Because you make me so happy too´