#and sure it could be as simple as pushing the plot forward but let me indulge damn it!

[zuppizup]

Finnegrin's Wants

So, I've been thinking a lot about Finnegrin's Wake (what Rayllum fan hasn't and yes, as is usually the case, this is because I'm a-fic-ing in this space), and so I've been pondering what Finnegrin's end game was when it came to Rayla.

Finnegrin is about trying to control everything. His crew, Archdragons, the ocean itself. He of all people knows this is impossible, but he's pretty damn good at working around that. His ship, his crew, and even Scumport marches to the beat of his drum.

So, when it comes to the Dragang, what's his ultimate plan? He wants Callum to give him the Dark Magic spell to take down Domina Profundis, and he seems to think he can bargain for this.

Instead of immediately revealing his trump card with the blood freezing spell, he tries to bargin with Callum, offering freedom for a "simple" exchange.

So, once he realises Callum "completely lost himself" seeing Rayla in pain, why dispose of her? Was it to try and completely break Callum? That runs the risk of only alienating him further, though. Rayla could have been the ultimate leverage. Why not subject her to the freezing spell in front of Callum again? Control him that way?

Or did he want Callum desperate? Did he intentionally leave him with the slugs hoping he'd break, resort to Dark Magic in a desperate bid to free the person he clearly cares so much for? Did Finnegrin gamble on Callum realising he was willing to do Dark Magic if given the sufficient incentive.

Was he bidding on him coming to Rayla’s rescue, only to fall victim to the freezing spell himself?

Was he then planning to subject Rayla to the spell once again, hoping to push Callum to agree to doing his Dark Magic bidding in exchange for her release from torture?

Did Finnegrin ultimately underestimate just how far Callum was willing to go for Rayla? He has no idea this is the same boy who jumped off the Storm Spire for her with only the desperate hope he knew how to do a spell the might save them both.

How could Finnegrin ever have known that the depth of Callum's love for Rayla would allow him to unlock hidden depths within himself and ultimately understand a new Arcanum?

[minranghae]

touch | 18+

》 pairing: c.jongho x f!reader

》 genre: hurt/comfort, smut, fluff

》 warnings: ceo!jongho, grumpy jongho, whiny reader, hurt/comfort, smut, piv, oral (f. receiving), fingering, piv, pet names (princess, baby, etc.), aftercare, makeup sex, age gap (not a major plot point)

》 wc: 4.2k

》 thank you so much for reading this, it's my first full fic that i've written on here!!!!! if i forgot any tags, please lmk :) reblogs are greatly appreciated <3 also, the main song i listened to when i wrote this was versace on the floor by bruno mars

“Jongho, sweetheart, don’t you think you should come to bed now? I think you deserve a break,” you whine as you enter his office, a pout forming on your lips seeing his still, working figure.

You take a moment to admire his features on your way in. His dark hair that perfectly framed his face, those piercing eyes that seemed to cut through you every time he looked at you, and those strong arms you just loved to be wrapped in whenever he hugged you.

Well, that was if he did decide to hug you. Just as strong as his arms is Jongho’s work ethic. Sure, any CEO is bound to be busy. When you’re busy it’s easy to get stressed, and when Jongho gets stressed, it’s as if you don’t exist. He was never super touchy to begin with, but every morning he retreats to his home office without even a hug or a kiss. Just a simple good morning, or sometimes, nothing at all. With Jongho’s already packed schedule and new business plans, it’s clear you weren’t going to get his attention any time soon. But, who would you be if you didn’t at least try to get some from him? 

Making your way to his desk, you prepared yourself to put on your cutest face; wide puppy-dog eyes and a sad lip bite at the ready, but with the way Jongho looked up at you, the only emotion present on your face was nervousness. You could see the dark bags forming under his eyes, seemingly becoming darker by the second, and paired with his furrowed eyebrows, you began to think maybe it would've been better to just cuddle with your teddy bear tonight.

“I-it’s just when you work so hard like this, you don’t seem happy at all, you know? I just want to see you smile again. I know, I know, work is busy and you have deadlines and all that, but can’t you just come sleep with me… just this once? I miss you holding me every night. I feel so lonely, Jongie,” You pleaded with him in your shakiest voice. Maybe that would convince him, if he just saw how desperate you were to spend some time with him. Fidgeting with your hands, you awaited his response. Too anxious to look up at him, you focused your sight on the floor beneath you.

“Y/n, you know I can’t do that right now. It’ll get better, but I really need some quiet right now. So…” He looked at you with pursed lips, then quickly looked back towards the door. A silent signal that it was your time to leave. You weren’t going to let him get rid of you that quickly though. No, he just had to see it your way.

“Jongie, are you sure?” You questioned him with a higher pitch, using the nickname you know he usually melts for. He just leaned forward in his chair, pushing his glasses further up on his nose, trying to regain his focus. He let out a soft hum, acknowledging you, but deciding not to indulge you. 

Soon, you find yourself sneaking behind him, your hands resting on his shoulders. You tried to press a kiss to his cheek, but he shrugged you off quickly with a huff of annoyance.

“Y/n, stop bothering me. I’ve got some really important stuff to catch up with here. Stop being so clingy.” Jongho breathed out, frustration evident in his words.

God, you’re such an idiot. Did you really expect this little plan of yours to work? Jongho is a busy man. You really shouldn’t bother him just because you’re feeling neglected. Sure, the bed is cold at night, but he does so much for you. You wouldn’t have the lifestyle you do without him. If you two hadn’t met that day two years ago, you'd still be a broke college student, struggling to make ends meet. Maybe instead of interrupting him, you should just be thankful for what you have. At the end of the day, at least he’s there.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes, “I’m sorry for interrupting Jongho. Won’t happen again.”

And with that, you scurried out of the office and back into your shared bedroom. The shared bedroom that was slowly becoming just yours each and every day.

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

Your eyes shot open. 

“God, what time is it?” You murmured to yourself, words slurring together. The bright light from your phone nearly blinded you as you checked the clock. It was 3 am. He’s just finishing now? I wish he would get some proper rest.

“Can I come in?” Jongho’s voice broke into the room. He sounded serious. What if he was getting ready to break up with you? After all, Jongho had always been one to cut out unnecessary distractions from his life. Normally you admired that; his determination and drive was nothing short of excellence. His maturity and guidance was what first attracted you to him. But it broke your heart knowing that you were next on his chopping block.

Truth is, Jongho heard you crying. Really, you’re not subtle when you’re upset. He went to check in on you a few hours ago, actually. But when he saw his t-shirt draped over the teddy bear he’d given you months ago, your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks pressed into said teddy bear, he knew he fucked up. The past few weeks had just been so stressful for him. With a never ending to-do list, Jongho didn’t have much time to think of anything else. 

He did think of you though. He always did. The picture of you two on vacation that sat on his desk never went a day without being picked up to be examined. It was one of the first things you two did together as a couple, and god, he wished he could go back. Jongho normally didn’t show much affection in public, instead opting to keep his cold appearance up. But being there with you was too much for him. It’s like you two were connected at the hip on that vacation. Everywhere you went, Jongho had his hand on your hip or around your shoulders. You just make him so happy, and he loses himself around you. Not that that’s a bad thing.

He never wanted to make you upset. But, he lost track of himself. Of course, that wasn’t an excuse, but maybe if you saw it his way then you’d be able to forgive him. After checking in on you earlier, Jongho devised a plan. He quickly got to work in his office, this time solely focusing on you. He first made a call to an assistant of his, apologizing for the late notice of his request, and asked for a bouquet of flowers. He wanted something sweet and dainty- something that reminded him of you. Thirty minutes later, the assistant showed up with a bouquet of Lily of the Valley flowers, beautifully tied together with green and purple ribbon. Next, Jongho wrote a sweet note, apologizing for his treatment of you over the past couple of weeks. It was always hard for Jongho to express himself verbally, so this would be the best course of action for him. Finally, he had taken off of work for a week, allowing time for him to devote himself completely to you. He swore to himself that wasn’t going to let himself upset you anymore, and it was finally time to show you that.

You looked up at Jongho as he poked his head in from behind the door. His eyes softened as they met yours. He began walking towards you with his hands behind his back, hiding his surprise for you. But with the way you jumped up and just about sprinted to him, it seemed like he was the one in for a surprise.

“Look, I know I messed up Jongho. I’m sorry, I really am! Just, please don’t break up with me,” you looked up at him, guilt wracking every part of your body, “I promise it won’t happen again. I even cleaned up around here! I figured I’d get some of the more unimportant things out of here for you.”

Jongho looked around the room. He noticed the lack of knick knacks you always seemed to bring home with you after a day out. The sheets were changed from the pink floral set that you adored to a plain white set. Everything in the room seemed dull. The only semblance of normalcy left in the room was the teddy bear sitting on the bed.

“I-” Jongho started, not quite realizing what an effect he’d had on you. You were never one to change so easily; it was one of the things he loved about you. This only made him feel worse. Not only that, but the way your voice shook as you talked and the obvious tears swelling in your water lines, Jongho had to stop himself from crying. 

“Sweetheart, I would never break up with you. You know that, right?” he reassured you, pulling out the bouquet and note he’d prepared. Your eyes lit up upon seeing this, confusion and relief swelling in your features simultaneously. 

“Here,” he said, sitting down on the foot of your bed, beckoning you to join him. Just before you could sit next to him though, he patted his leg, signaling you to sit in lap. As you do, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in as close to him as possible. He hands you the bouquet and note, allowing you a moment to look at the gift and read the note. As you read it, tears begin to fall down both of your faces. Sure, you felt like you needed to be touched like this, but you didn’t expect it to be as emotional as it was. As for Jongho, the guilt of hurting you had really begun to sting. Seeing you so broken up over a few absent-minded words had confused him at first. But once he finally had you in his arms again, he realized it had been weeks of neglect leading up to this point. He was hurting not only you, but himself, too. He just didn’t know he was doing it.

“I’m so sorry, honey. I never meant to hurt you like this,” he explained, wiping the tears away from your face and simply letting his own soak into his skin. His hands raked through your hair gently while he admired your face. “Never gonna let it happen again. Can’t believe I let this go for so long.”

“S’okay, Jongie,” you stammered out between soft cries. You tightened your arms around his neck even more, fingers gripping at shirt, as if he was going to leave any second. “I understand you’ve got a lot on your plate.”

“Princess, you’ll always be number one on my list. You’re my top priority,” he said, finally regaining his composure and moving you to straddle him. Taking the gifts from your hands, he gently placed them to the side and took your face into his hands. He circled his thumbs on your cheeks, quietly asking you to stop crying. 

“I missed this, Jongho. I just love you so much. I’m sorry I’m such a burden sometimes-” but before you could continue, he cut you off.

“Don’t apologize. I’m the one that should be sorry,” he looked deep into your eyes, making sure you internalized each word he said, “and I am. I’m so sorry, baby. I know how much you care, and I want you to know how much I care, too. I love you so, so much, darling. I know I’m not the best with my words, so will you let me make it up to you another way?” Jongho questioned, his fingers tracing the edge of your pajama shorts, occasionally sneaking underneath the fabric. His eyes met yours, looking needier than ever. 

With your nod of approval, Jongho lifted your shirt off your body, exposing your bare chest. His hands were quick to touch you, rubbing and pulling lightly at each nipple. You leaned into him further with each touch, and soon, your lips connected in a sweet, tender kiss. Jongho only deepened the kiss as he let his hands run freely over your body, as if he were rediscovering a terrain that he had begun to forget. His hands snuck inside your shorts, past the band of your underwear, and began to rub soft circles into your clit. Occasionally, his fingers would briefly slip into your hole, gathering some of your slick to use as a lubricant, still circling your clit at a steady pace.

Jongho pressed his forehead against yours in order to catch your attention, “How do you want me, baby?”

“Doesn’t matter, just want you, Jongie,” you babbled, so desperate for him to go faster with his ministrations. Your hips bucked onto his fingers each time they left your clit, hoping he’d slip a finger fully in.

“Mm-mm,” he hummed, “It’s all about you tonight. Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he insisted. Awaiting a response, he pulled his hand from your shorts, eliciting a whine from you. He hooked his arms under your legs, picking you up and laying you down on the bed. Gently, he pulled your shorts and underwear off together in one go. You could almost see the sparkle in his eyes as they traversed your body. He leaned down leaving just inches between your faces, “You gonna answer me, baby?”

“I think I want your tongue-” you began, but before you could finish, Jongho had pulled you to the edge of the bed and kneeled down, coming face to face with your cunt. He lifted your bottom half up, placing one forearm under you and the other on top, letting your legs rest on top of his shoulders. He let one thumb come to your clit, picking up from where he left off earlier. It didn’t take him long to dive into your pussy. Lapping at it like a starved man, he’d drag his tongue up and down your soaked cunt, occasionally dipping his tongue into you. With each drag of his tongue, you could feel yourself getting closer to a release, but everytime Jongho heard an influx of moaning and felt your hips buck up, he’d slow down slightly, not wanting you to cum just yet.

“So pretty, princess,” He said, coming up for air. His mouth and chin glistened as he smiled up at you with nothing but affection. It was as if he were touching you for the first time all over again. He was trying to take things slow, wanting to solely focus on making you feel good, but he couldn’t help but rut himself into the mattress when he heard those sweet moans of yours. He removed his hand from your clit, bringing it down to your hole instead. He toyed at your entrance, not quite deciding if he should go in or not.

“Please Jongie, want your fingers, too.”

And his mind was made up. He plunged two fingers in, focusing his mouth on your clit now. Your pussy basically sucked his fingers in, a sloshing noise coming from it. Jongho watched your face contort in pleasure. Your eyebrows strung together and your cheeks stained with a light blush. What a sight to see. It only made him want to work you harder. Shoving his fingers in up to the knuckle this time, he pistoned in and out of you, occasionally twisting them upwards to press his fingertips into your most sensitive spots. He just couldn’t get enough of how amazing your pussy felt; so soft, warm, and wet. So perfect for him.

“Gonna cum, Jong…So close” you whined out, pleasure filling every inch of your body. It was like he was sent into overdrive, his soft licking at your clit turned into harsh sucking at it, lips surrounding the bud completely. His fingers fucked into you at a pace you’d yet to feel in your life. It was desperate on both ends, each of you melting completely into one another’s touch.

Jongho had almost missed it, too focused on getting you there to notice your quickly approaching orgasm. He lifted his head up to watch you cum, as it had always been one of his favorite sights. The way your head slammed back into the mattress and your back arched up, sending your tits into the air for him to admire made him swear up and down that you were an angel sent for him. Giving you time to come down, he listened to the warbled sounds coming from you and collected the slick that was slowly leaking out of you onto his fingers and pushed it back into you.

“Jesus Christ, I missed that,” Jongho said with a groan, standing up to hold you in his arms. He lifted your back up so you were now sitting on the edge of the bed with him still slotted in between your legs. He brushed some strands of hair out of your face, his hand coming down to trace your jawline. He brought your face up to his and stole a couple kisses from you. You nudged your face into his hand, hoping somehow it could stay there forever. Something about his touch was always so grounding.

“Still okay to keep going, sweetheart?” He looked down at you, hoping to get the greenlight from you. 

You don't answer verbally, instead choosing to undo the buckle of his belt, using it to bring him in closer to you. As you unzip his pants and pull them down, his cock springs out, nearly hitting you in the face. Your tongue poked out of your mouth, getting ready to devour him until you felt his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes then. Lay back, baby. Gonna take such good care of you tonight.” He gently pushed you back, noticing a look of concern on your face. 

“What? What’s wrong?” He said, slightly panicked.

“Don’t you want me to… you know,” You said, making a blowjob motion towards him. 

God, you’re so cute.

“Darling, I’m making it up to you, aren’t I? You don’t have to do anything tonight, just let me make you feel good.” A smirk adorned his face, enamored with how sweet you are. His hands traced up and down your sides, a gentle, but steadying motion. 

You reached your arms up, looping them around his neck to pull him into a kiss. It was chaste, quick and simple, but so passionate. It was as if you were kissing him for the first time again. You let his tongue explore your mouth, enjoying the low groan he let out as he did so. Barely breaking away, you looked into his eyes, deep and glistening, and asked, “Can I have you inside me now? Want’ to feel you inside.”

That was all he needed to hear before he lined himself up with your entrance, pumping his cock a few times before he did so. He teasingly dragged the tip up and down your folds before sinking into you. It was slow, but languid. He wanted you to feel every part of him, every vein and curve on him, just to remind you that you’d never have to go without again. His voice was low and throaty as he bottomed out, letting soft moans fall from his lips. 

“Baby girl, you feel so good,” he stops, waiting for you to adjust to the size. Once ready, he pulls his hips back achingly slowly, almost pulling out all the way, just to force himself back in. Your fingers curled into his hair and your legs wrapped around his waist, begging for him to be deeper in you. 

“Love feeling you inside like this, Jongie,” you whine, “please keep going.” 

“Don’t worry, baby,” he assured you, “never gonna leave you alone again.” 

He took your face into his hands, planting kisses all over your face. His hips pick up their pace, hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly. While his pace was still slow, it was steady and deep. Jongho wasn’t fucking you to get himself off, he was fucking you to get you off. And god it felt so good. As his hips continued to snap into yours, the loud sound of skin on skin echoing in the room, you could feel yourself coming close to your climax. And you knew Jongho was almost there, too, based on the wince he let out each time he thrusted into you. 

“I’m so close, Jongie, are you?” You asked, the heat burning in your core only getting warmer. He nodded, unable to speak through his own groaning. He planted one hand by your head to steady himself while the other took yours into his, lacing your fingers together. Even though his orgasm was slowly approaching, he wanted you to cum first. He forgot how much he loved the way it felt when you came on him. 

Staring down at you, Jongho quickened his thrusts, making sure to hit that spot deep inside you that he knew felt so good. Over and over again, harder and harder. It sent a rush of electricity through your body, limbs shaking and back arching as your orgasm washed over you. He loved how your cunt clenched down on him, a warm rush of arousal pooling around the base of his cock. 

“That was so good, princess. Such a sweet girl,” Jongho barely let out, “Think I’m gonna come now, too.”

“Want it inside me, Jongho.” 

That was enough to send him over the edge. His hips rutted into yours desperately. Spilling his seed into you, he stopped thrusting and just sat there for a moment, basking in the warmth around him. His forehead pressed against yours, noses nudging together and eyes staring into each other with great affection. 

“You forgive me yet?” He pulled out, eliciting a whine from you. 

“I forgave you when I saw the flowers,” you chuckled, sitting up on your elbows. Jongho flopped down next to you. His chest rose and fell shallowly, trying to regain some of his breath. 

“I figured,” he looked at you, eyes gleaming with joy, “but it was still nice, right?” 

“Of course it was. I love it every time, you know that. And I missed it so much, you don’t even know.”

“Baby, I don’t even think I knew how much I needed it,” he pulled you into him, his hand massaging into the skin of your hip, “I know I said this, but I’m never gonna leave you like that again, got it?” You returned a simple nod, too tired to answer verbally. 

“Ready to get cleaned up?” You answered again with a nod, sleep already seeping into your bones. Jongho left the room, heading to the bathroom to clean himself up and fill up the tub. Not long after, he came back for you, pulling you up into his arms to carry you to the bathroom. Checking the water temperature and deciding it was alright, he placed you into the tub. It was silent between you two, but that’s what you liked about aftercare with him. You didn’t need words to bring you back to your normal mindset, his touch was always enough.

His hands massaged your shoulders, knocking every knot and tight spot out of your body. They moved down your body, working until he could confidently say you wouldn’t feel sore in the morning. He then went on to take a washcloth to your body, scrubbing the sweat and other body fluids off of you, paying extra attention to the insides of your thighs. During all of this, he gently hummed one of your favorite songs. It was a ritual for him to care for you like this. It made him feel good, like he protected you like no one else could. Sure, he was always working, but when he was working to please you, it made him feel so much more important. 

Once finished cleaning you off, he drained the tub. Turning his attention back to you, he planted a kiss to your forehead and helped you out of the tub. You purred as he wrapped a warm towel around you, pulling you in for a hug. The two of you stayed there for a moment, just swaying in each other’s arms. 

He didn’t want to say anything to ruin the quiet atmosphere in the bathroom, so instead he hooked a finger under your chin, pulling your face up to look at his. He placed a tender kiss to your lips, knowing that you’d understand just how much he cared for you in that moment. 

[lets-get-saucy]

All You Can Eat – Emily Sonnett x reader (smut)

Summary: I mean, the title kinda says it all

Warnings: smut with the tiniest bit of plot ;)

Normally, Emily was the one in the relationship to do all the cooking. It wasn’t that you couldn’t cook, you just didn’t like too. Plus, Emily’s cooking just tasted better. Tonight, however, was one of the rare nights that you were in charge of dinner. Emily had a late practice tonight and knowing she would be tired and hungry after, you told her you would make dinner.

You decided on something easy that you knew Emily would also enjoy, pasta. How hard could it be? You just boil the noodles and dump them in sauce. Simple. Sure you could make something a little more complicated but pasta was good and there’s no way you could mess it up.

You were just pouring the noodles into the boiling water when you heard Emily walk through the door.

“Babe?” she called out, you could hear her taking her shoes off, before setting her keys down.

“In here love” you called back.

Stirring in the noodles, you felt two arms wrap around your waist. Emily’s front to you back as she held you. She placed a kiss to your neck sending shivers down your spine. Leaning your head to the side to allow her better access, you tried to focus on the pasta in front of you.

“Someone’s needy today”

“Just missed you” Emily said, placing more kisses along your neck, her fingers softly moving against your lower stomach.

Turning around in her arms you place a kiss to her lips, your arms wrapping around her neck pulling her closer. Emily nips at your bottom lip before pulling away slightly causing you to frown.

“What are you cooking?” she ask, her fingers squeezing your hips.

“Just some pasta,” you say before turning back around to check on the noodles.

Emily rest her head on your shoulder, her fingers still taunting you. In another pot you put sauce, stirring it around trying to focus as Emily’s fingers trace the waist band of your shorts.

“Babe, I’m trying to cook” you push back against her.

This only eggs Emily on more as she grips your hips pulling you into her so your body is flush against hers causing a gasp to slip out.

“I’m not doing anything, just admiring my girlfriend cook dinner,” you can her the smirk in her voice.

She kisses the back of your neck before resting her head back on your shoulder. It's becoming harder to concentrate as need pulses through you.

Emily lets out a chuckle as you almost drop the spoon you were using to stir the sauce when she bites at your sweet spot.

You could feel how wet you were getting, “Em, please.”

“Just keep cooking baby” she says against your neck, her hands slipping slightly under the waist band of your shorts.

Cooking pasta never requires that much attention but your mind was now completely preoccupied. One of Emily’s hands dipped into your underwear, her fingers tracing down your slit.

“You’re so wet for me,” she moaned biting at your ear.

You lean back against her, one hand gripping the edge of the stove the other grabbing Emily’s forearm. Her fingers lightly brush against your clit causing you to moan. Her fingers softly work at your clit, you try to move your hips, needing more, but Emily’s other hand has a firm grasp on you hip holding you in place.

Taking her hand out of your shorts, Emily brings her fingers up to her mouth sucking on them.

“so sweet” she moans.

Turning around in her arms to face her, you grab her neck pulling her in for a kiss. You can taste yourself on her lips as your tongue traces her bottom lip.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” Emily said in between kisses as she moved down your neck “its been distracting me all day.”

“Em, please” you say with a whine.

That was all it took for Emily to lift you up, your legs wrapping around her waist, before she sat you down on the counter away from the stove. Lips never leaving yours, her tongue slips in your mouth, while her hands knead at your ass. Moaning your rock your hips forward needing some kind of friction. Pulling away, Emily takes your shirt off, sucking and biting at your collarbones as she slides your bra straps down your arms before taking it off.

“Gorgeous,” she mutters, her hands tracing up your sides.

You nipples are hard under her gaze. One of Emily’s hands comes up to play with your nipple, softly teasing. You can’t hold back a moan as Emily’s mouth connects with your nippl,e her tongue swirling around it. Your hands find her hair as you arch into her touch. Emily’s hands run down your thighs, scratching gently before moving back up to your shorts. You lift your hips to help her get your shorts off, the cold air hitting your center causing you to shiver, goosebumps spreading across your skin. Emily grabs your hips again pulling you to the edge of the counter, her thumps stroke at your inner thighs making you clench around nothing.

“Look at you baby,” she says leaning back to look down at you, “already a mess for me.”

“Emily just touch me already,” you say, your body thrumming with need.

Emily arches an eyebrow at you moving her hands down you thighs, further away from where you need them. You huff in annoyance. Emily had worked you up and was taking her sweet time with you.

“Want to try that again baby girl?” Emily ask, her hands barely touching you now.

“Please touch me, I need you so bad,” you say with a pout.

“That’s better,” the blonde smirks at you.

Emily leans down pressing a kiss to your lower stomach as her hands move you legs apart even further allowing her full access to your core. You’re practically dripping and cant help the gasp that leaves your lips as she nips at your inner thigh. Emily knees down on the floor in front of you placing your legs on her shoulders.

The sight of Emily between your legs almost has you coming undone without her even really touching you yet. Her fingers scratch up your thighs before she grabs your hips holding you in place.

“god, I don’t think I’ll ever get over seeing you like this” Emily says before licking up your slit.

Your fingers fist her hair trying to pull her closer, “Emily please.”

She gives in to your plea, her tongue finding you clit circling it before licking down to your entrance dipping her tongue in. You moan arching back as her nose brushes against your clit. Licking back up you, her tongue finds your clit again and you grind your hips into Emily’s face.

“Do you want my fingers baby?” the blonde ask, pulling away for a second.

“god, yes”

“Yes what?” Emily stops what she’s doing causing you to whine.

“Yes please.” You say and are rewarded with two of her fingers entering you.

Emily’s tongue goes back to your clit, this time with more pressure. Her fingers start off slow, building you up but the combination of her fingers pumping in and out of you as well as her tongue on your clit has you overcome with pleasure. Emilys free hand holds your hips still, keeping you close to her face. She picks up the speed of her fingers, thrusting into you hitting your g-spot with each thrust perfectly timed with her tongue. You feel your orgasm begin to build low in your stomach.

“I’m so close baby,” you manage to get out.

“Be a good girl and come for me,” Emily says, her fingers somehow increasing their pace.

Emily swirls her tongue around your clit, gently sucking. Her actions send you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you. Moans and Emilys name fill the kitchen as Emily works you through your orgasm. Your breathless as you come down, Emily licking up your juices, pressing the occasional kiss.

“You did so good baby,” Emily says as she gently takes your legs off her shoulders before standing.

You pull her into your body, wrapping your legs around her waist. Emily tucks some of your hair behind your ear before kissing your lips.

“The pasta,” you say, pulling back with a jolt.

You could smell the food burning, the scent burning your nose, Emily just laughs pulling you back to her.

“It’s okay baby, I just ate” she says with a wink.

Rolling your eyes you here her stomach growl. You look at her with one eyebrow arched.

“Okay so maybe we can just order food,” Emily offers.

“I like that idea,” you say pulling her back in for another kiss.

[towriteloveontheirarms]

A simple wager (Sihtric Kjartanson x wife!Reader)

synopsis: Your husband has been away for far too long and his hair looks terrible so the two of you use this chance for a simple wager. Or at least you thought it would be simple.

warnings: pwp, seriously there is like no plot, oral (f recieving), kind of orgasm control if you squint, reader braiding Sihtric´s hair, afab reader

word count: 1.5k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall @foxyanon

(If you want to be tagged in the `kissing booth AU´, for a specific character/fandom or in general let me know in my asks, comments or DMs)

Dividers by me

At first you had been confident nothing could go wrong with your plan. A simple wager proposed to your husband, whose hair desperately needed to be braided anew as the old braids were growing out quickly and who you were desperate to spend as much time with as possible while you had him home. Simple enough that you were sure to win. Had you not underestimated your husband's hunger for you and his ability to please you with even the smallest of touches. With the skirt of your dress flipped up you sit propped up against the pillows on top of the furs. Your legs are spread far enough for Sihtric to lay in between them. His arms snake around your thighs to pull you slightly closer, which has your hand that combs through his hair lightly pulling on the dark tresses and your breath shudder. You get barely enough time to part the first strand before he peppers kisses all over your inner thigh. Close to where you want him most and wandering closer steadily, but by far not close enough. Your husband’s hot breath fans over your already wet core, coaxing your legs to close a bit tighter around his head.

"Oh... Fuck..." Your hand movements halt and you bend forward with the moan that escapes your lips when the tip of his nose nudges the sensitive bundle of nerves atop your cunt.

"Are you giving up already? I thought you said you could do this…” Sihtric teases and as if to emphasize his point flattens his tongue and licks a stripe up your needy hole.

“I am very able to do this. I will do it.” You protest, but the whine that follows absolutely contradicts the sentiment.

The vibrations of his low laughter have you squeeze your eyes shut and try to breathe through the burning sensation that tingles throughout all your nervous system. However, even that deep breath is accompanied by an almost pitiful moan.

“Gods, you have not a single clue how much I have missed you…” He pushes his face as deep into your folds as he can to fuck your tight channel with his tongue.

“Shit, I believe I am getting an idea.” You giggle and take another deep breath, concentrating on the braiding so that it is as neat and close to his scalp as possible. Whenever you accidentally pull on a strand due to a flash of pleasure at what was being done to you.

You need multiple breaks and are on the verge of tapping out multiple times, but eventually you manage to cuff the braid with one of the small metal beads by your side. As soon as you do so, Sihtric closes his lips around your pearl to suck on it directly.

At the action your hand stops and trembles while trying to part another strand of dark hair off. “Aaahhhh… Damn it…” The high-pitched moan that he elicits from you, makes your husband smile against your cunt as he begins sucking the slightest bit stronger.

“Are you still not giving up, love?” He mumbles so close to your skin that you could feel them move against it. Immediately he gets shut up by your cunt chasing the stimulation only he could bring. Stimulation much needed and yearned for, chased even when picked up again by dragging your core along the lower half of his face, wetting it with your juices in the process.

“No way. I… I said I am able to do this so I will be d-doing it…” You mumble through a bitten lower lip. “Simply do not stop. Please.”

“Hm, as you wish…” Sihtric muses behind a handsome half smile that made your heart beat out of your chest as if it wasn't ready to do so already with the way he ate you out so passionately as if it was giving him even greater pleasure than it does you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” The string of curses gets released under your breath, while you do your best at not losing your mind.

As calmly and collected as possible, you tell yourself in your mind to take it slow. Even if your fingers threaten to lose grip of the hair multiple times or struggle to pick up a new strand, somehow you manage to cross the sections of soft, dark hair over another in the according order. All the while Sihtric´s tongue drives you crazy by swirling around your pearl. Filling the room with the most lewd and wet sounds possible. Meanwhile the bed shifts underneath you as he shifts his position so one of his hands could comfortably come up to play with your dripping hole. At first it is only one finger dragging against your velvety walls like it is mapping you out after being away for too long. Hitting all the sweet spots and getting you to pull on his hair to keep yourself grounded.

When your husband adds a second finger, your back arches away from the pillows and your eyebrows knit together tightly.

“All this time and you are still so fucking tight for me.” The hissed praise only added to the heat between the two of you and inside your body. “You are doing so well for me.”

By the pull on his scalp Sihtric knows you are almost done and the clenching walls around his fingers signals that you are close to climaxing. And he is still determined to make you lose the challenge. So, it comes to no surprise though a bit of a shock when a third finger gets pushed inside of you. The long digits get pumped in and out at a bruising pace, curling to expertly bullying your sweet spot over and over again.

"I am so close…” You whimper helplessly. Your hips writhing against Sihtric´s face with a mind of their own as your brain fights off the fog that tries to take it over.

Your breathing had began wracking your chest there was no way it would help you calm down anymore. Your fingers fumble with the small braid, dropping the metal cuff multiple times before you manage to get it into his hair and closing it up successfully. Immediately your hand threads into the hair at the back of Sihtric´s head to pull him closer. Eager on finally having that knot in your lower stomach burst and let the peak of pleasure wash over you. However, your husband pulls away once more, right before you can reach that relief.

"Please." The plea comes in a protesting whimper immediately after the loss of contact. Your eyes searching for his desperately.

"Please what? Use your words my love." He reprimands you in the gentlest tone of voice.

“I told you I could do it. I won, so please do not stop. I need this release so badly.” Your lower body half writhes and wiggles to get back his attention. Instead Sihtric lets out a laugh. A low rumble, deep in his muscly chest, that never failed to make the juices drip down your thighs.

“I suppose you did…” He sighs teasingly and captures your half lidded, wet eyes with his dark, loving ones. “How do you wish to finish, love?”

“On your tongue… Please make me come undone on your tongue.” You cry out and a small tear of neediness escapes from the corner of one eye.

For a split second Sihtric´s gaze softens at the sight of how affected you are.

“How could I ever refuse such a sweet plea?” He growls with another smile and wipes the tear away.

The sweet gesture has you gasping as he begins fucking you with renewed vigour.  His lips and tongue sucked on and toyed with your sensitive pearl expertly and the pace at which his fingers thrust into you, was both perfectly in sync and relentless. Your nails rake across his scalp and dig into his skin, leaving red streaks all over his biceps and making him moan against your flesh to spurn you on and derail your mind even further.

“You taste so divine. How could I ever go without a taste of your nectar for so long?” His question is being mumbled against you. This time muffled by his inability to part from you any longer.

The moans and whimpers from your lungs turn into screams that would be very well heard from the streets. There was not a care in the world for how sore your throat would become, the knot in your tummy coiled impossibly tight and then finally exploded. Leaving your whole body shaking like an earthquake. Patiently, Sihtric lets you ride out the peak, slurping up all your juices like a man starved until the shaking had calmed to a small tremor and you push him away in overstimulation. Only then does he crawl on top of you to give you a taste of yourself, which you gladly and with panting breath accept. Your state gives you great struggle to keep up with the kiss.

“Now, get ready for something even better than that.” It is by all means a warning and a promise that passes Sihtric´s lips as he practically rips the clothes of his body to line up his large cock with your dripping channel.

[bangtaninborderland]

Risk It All (24) - TORN

Genre: Chishiya X fem reader | violence | smut

Warning: this chapter contains smit - fingering, nipple play and some Dom/Sub themes.

A/N: this is the last “happy” chapter it picks up from here leading to the final game, im so excited to have it reverse a little and have Chishiya being the one in a compromised position. It’s time for YN to shine. There’s not much plot to this chapter, but it is essential for moving the story along.

Ch. 23| Masterlist | ch.25

Chishiya had let you stay pressed against his body, only moving you both to the bed at some point, for the duration of your sleep. The sky was still dark when you woke up, head resting against Chishiya's stomach as he sat up reading a book.

“How do you read in the dark?”

He tutted, closing the book. “With my eyes.”

“Will you play with my hair?” You grumbled, still too wrapped up in the embers of sleep to fully understand your own request. You pouted at the long wait, snuggling into him further as his fingers came to brush your hair out of your face.

His movements were awkward, unfamiliar to him as his hand was stiff but still you revelled in it. Enjoying the touch, the affection you’d craved for so long. “You ask too much of me.”

That caught your attention, you snapped your head up, sliding to move away from him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Stop.” His words were firm, with a hint of dominance to them, you looked at him unmoving. “I didn’t say move, I said you ask too much of me.”

“Oh.” You chewed your lip, confused at what to do next. You figured it would be best not to push it so you settled for laying next to him rather than on him.

“What are you doing?” He asked, voice strained.

“I- will-“ you gestured to your position on the bed, clearly you were lying down. “What do you think.”

“I didn’t tell you to move.” He says again and you slowly catch on, heat rushing to your cheeks as you shift to lay back on him, the same way you were minutes before. “You don’t listen well.”

“I never had to listen to others. Besides you aren’t exactly the most eager to explain.” You snort. “Not all of us operate on a 5 word basis.”

“Wow, you don’t listen and you talk too much.” You can practically hear his eyes rolling.

“Did you just wow me?” You laughed, unable to not think about the irony of someone like Chishiya saying wow. “Say it again.”

“You’re so annoying.” He sighs, pulling you to sit up. “Stop talking.”

“Say wow again and I will. You’re so sassy.” You joked, you saw him clench his jaw at that and for some reason, you could stop pushing. “Come on sassy pants.”

“Do you want me to lock you outside?” He deadpans, his lips in a tight line. “You’re impossible.”

“For someone so scary you sure as hell are afraid of a simpl-“ your words were cut off as he lunged forwards, lips colliding with yours. You fall backwards, the bed softening your fall. His hands instantly find your wrists, pinning them to your sides as he continues to kiss you. You try and fight back against him, not because you want him to stop but because you want control, You try to push your tongue against his, wanting to be the one to lead the kiss but your attempts are futile as he pulls back a little and bites your lip. “Whatever you’re doing, stop it. Stop talking, stop thinking.” He rasped out, and the tone of his voice made your legs go weak, You took a breath nodding.

He finally kisses you again after what feels like an eternity. This time you go plaint under his touch, happily accepting the kisses he divulges to you. Your lungs are begging for oxygen, your throat burning but you don’t push him away, much to your embarrassment you whine a little as he pulls away.

You can’t stop the smile that tugs at your lips as he chuckles, shushing you. “Don’t be a baby.”

“You-“ your head is hazy, a feeling you’d never felt before. You probably wouldn’t voice it aloud but you enjoying Chishiya being that way, being a little controlling. “More.”

He shakes his head, sitting back on the back. “If we do more it will lead to something else.”

“Okay.” You say before really processing what he means.

He raises his eyebrows, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. “Stop talking before you think about things. There’s no rush.”

“But I want to.” You protest. Pushing yourself up so you’re sitting cross-legged opposite him. “Do you?”

“Not if you fight for control again.” He shrugs, something about the way he looks unbothered encourages the thrum of excitement underneath your skin.

“I won’t.” You promise, holding out your pinkie. “I swear it.”

“You and your promises. One day they are going to land you in trouble.” He tuts, you lay back, still able to see him even though he’s a little further back.

“Are you going to kiss me or are you just going to sit there?” You teased, reaching a hand out to him. “I’m getting bored.”

“Patience.” He leans down, his frame towering over you. “You’re always too doing things too fast, rushing.” Despite how harsh the words could sound they simply don’t, the smirk on his face only confirms he’s playing with you.

You can feel his breath against your lips as he lowers himself to you, within reach but still far enough that you have to lift your head to kiss him. The second your lips graze his , he pulls back a little further. “Chish-“

“I told you to stop rushing.” He chides, tongue darting out to lick his lips. “What happened to your promise hm?”

“I-I am, I do promise I just want you to kiss me.” You can’t help but pout, he was being mean.

He let out a breathy laugh at that. “Close your eyes.”

You follow through instantly. You feel him move his hand over your hip, trailing the outside of your shirt before resting against your jaw. The touch disappears but you don’t panic as his lips come into contact with yours, this time you let him take the lead, kissing him back softly.

It goes on like that for a minute or so before he presses his body against you. Pulling away from your lips to trail kisses down your jaw to your shoulder. “How do you feel?” He asks, breathless.

You feel dazed as you look at him, you can just about muster a nod. “More?”

“More what?” He asks, his hand gently caressing your face. “Tell me.”

“Want more of you, with you.” You explain, your tongue feeling too heavy to move. “Now.”

He shuffles on the bed and ends up sitting with his back against the headboard. “Come here.”

You crawl over to him, sitting beside him for a second before he pulls you into his lap, leaving you straddling him. “There, much better.” He hymns to himself.

He kisses you again, this time with more force, his hand gripping the back of your neck, his fingers slightly entangled in your hair. “Desperate.”

You didn’t even realise you’d begun to grind down on his thigh, you looked down in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“Is it making you feel good?” He whispers the question as he ticks a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

You look up at him through your lashes before nodding.

“Then don’t stop.” He shrugs, tensing his thigh underneath you.

You gasped at the light friction and found yourself being pulled back against him. This time his mouth latching onto your neck, you moaned at the suckling on the sensitive skin and you ground down, this time with a purpose. “S’ good.”

You knew he would be leaving a trail of marks along your neck but you didn’t mind, not as you felt your pussy slick up against his thigh. Before you could get too caught up Chishiya flipped you both over. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fingers..” you whined. “Want your fingers.”

“Still demanding.” He scolded, eyebrow cocked. “Is that how you ask?”

“Please?” You pouted at him, just wanting him all over you. “I want to feel you.”

“That’s good.” He smirks before pulling your shorts down, you lift yourself up from the bed just enough to allow him to slip the item off.

He brought his fingers to your mouth and without any prompting you parted your lips, letting the digits slip inside. You coat them in saliva, working your tongue around them. Chishiya watches with hooded eyes before clearing his through. “Enough.”

You instantly let your jaw go slack, his fingers trailing down your body before slipping between the folds of your pussy. You bite your lip stifling a moan.

Chishiya tuts at that. “Let me hear you.”

His fingers slide inside and this time you let out a deep moan, the sound echoing off the walls. “Fuck, faster.”

He doesn’t give you enough time to finish your sentence before thrusting his finger up, curling them around to graze over your gspot. “Such a demanding little thing but when my fingers are inside of you all you can do is whine and curse, adorable.”

“I-wa-want.” You didn’t even know what you were asking for, his free slipped under your shirt, his fingers pinching at your nipples. Pleasure surrounded you, a pressure began building in your stomach. You lazily lifted your shirt over your tits, pulling your bra up with it.

Without a single word from you Chishiya began sucking on the sensitive bud. His thumb brushed over your clit and that was enough to send you tumbling over the edge into the cloud your orgasm brought you. Chishiya kept pumping his fingers into you through it, even as your moans turned into desperate whines. “Such a good girl.”

“T-Thankyou.” You stuttered.

He nodded, smiling at you. “Just take a breath, stay here, I'll get you some water.”

“But I thought you said-“You stumbled over your words, eyes wide as you watched him climb off the bed. on “You don’t want to?” Although it may have been a stupid thought you still felt sad by it, disappointed.

“It’s not that I don’t want to.” He shakes his head as he hovers in the doorway. “We don’t know how this world works and we don’t have condoms. I wouldn’t rule out the possibility of pregnancy being achievable. I’ve got to do a grocery run later so I’ll see what I can find.”

That made sense. “Oh…okay.”

“Relax.” He chuckles, his footsteps quietening as he walks to grab some water. He returns shortly after handing you a small cup. “How do you feel?”

You felt…strange. Not sad but you wanted to be wrapped up in a blanket and , hugged. “Okay.” You lied.

He stood from the bed, walking over to the pile of clean clothes on the shelf handing you both underwear and a pair of his sweatpants. “Get dressed, I’ll read to you.”

You smiled at that, happy that he cared enough to make sure you were okay. “Thank you.”

“You lied when you said you were okay, Don’t do that again.” He’s firm and you can’t disagree.

You feel slightly disappointed with yourself that you messed up such a good moment.“Sorry.”

He huffs, grabbing your wrist. Forcing you to look at him. “What did you do wrong?”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“You’re apologising, so you’ve done something wrong. What is it?” He asked, expectantly.

You frown. “Nothing just.. I should have been honest.”

“You should have, you weren’t, next time you will be.” He doesn’t sound angry or upset and you find comfort in that.

“Okay. Next time I will.” You agree, hopefully, he will be just as honest.

The rest of the day passes quickly, Chishiya heats up a tin of soup for you to share before checking your wounds, declaring them okay, and then he sticks to his word- reading to you with you both snuggled underneath the covers.

He was touchy, much more so than usual but you didn’t comment on it, afraid that if you did it would stop. If he wasn’t rubbing your back he was playing with your hair, every now and again he would lean over and place a kiss on the back of your head. You marvelled at the touches, feeling truly safe and content for the first time since this whole thing started.

Soon enough the sun began to set and Chishiya declared he was going to go and find some groceries. You pleaded to go with him but he denied it, although your arm was getting better it wasn’t entirely there and he didn’t want to risk it.

You decided you’d spend the time making dinner, as nice as you could. You found some canned meat and vegetables in the cupboard along with a single bag of noodles. It would all do to put together a simple meal.

You got to work, boiling the water for the noodles, chopping up and frying the tinned meat and heating up the mixed vegetables.

You left it all to sit on the camping stove, wanting to keep it warm for his return.

You were just about to settle down and prepare some board games for you to enjoy after dinner when the door slammed open.

“Yn!” Chishiya pants, falling in the door, the overpacked backpack dropping with a thud.

“What- oh my god!” You scream, rushing over. You fall beside him, eyes wide at the open gash on his abdomen. “What the fuck happened!”

“I was getting food. Someone - fuck.” He hissed hands cupping the wound. “I need you to clean it up and stitch it.”

“I can’t-“Physically you can’t.

“I’ll die if you don’t. I’ll lose too much blood.” He chokes out, his breath shallow.

You took a steadying breath, you could do this. “How, what do I do.”

“Need you to” he bites his lip trying to quieten the sounds of his pain. “Get the first aid and alcohol. I’ll tell you from there.”

You scramble your way to the small cupboard bag that holds the items Chishiya listed. Your hands were trembling so you took a quick, deep breath, steadying yourself.

He had healed you countless times, now you’d do the same for him, the only difference?

You didn’t know how to save a life.

[garbinge]

The Long Game

Din Djarin x f!Reader

Day 29 these April Prompts: “Deep Breaths”

Summary: You contemplated (overthink) the news you have to tell Din as he walks you home. 

A/N: This is the start of a larger multi-chap (a theme I have LOL) not sure when I’ll get to posting more parts. I also haven’t watched s3 yet (I know I know, I’m waiting for my partner to catch up on Boba Fett so we can watch together!!!) but this is a little AU from the canon plot anyways. Also in this fic, the Mandalorian code has some stuff about marriage and love in it. Just to add some dramatic effect. First time writing for Din, I hope to get more comfortable as I write more!

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Mentions of pregnancy, anxiety/panic attack, overthinking, stress. 

Mando Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics​

Your nerves were starting to manifest into bile in your throat. You stared at the back of the helmet of the man you had been sleeping with for, well, years at this point, and yet you were nervous. 

“Din.” You said at a mumble, part of you hoping maybe he didn’t hear you and you could call this an attempt and try again tomorrow. 

“Yea?” He turned to look at you. Now his visor was staring directly at you, and even though his eyes weren’t visible you felt them burning into your own. 

It was a scene that was familiar to you, you'd pretty much seen it everyday, and when he was away on a bounty hunt, it was something you truthfully missed. The dark sky with bright stars, the low lighting of the town since everything had closed and the cantina was usually one of the last things to shut down every night here in Nevarro. But the vision of him standing there to walk you home was comforting, or at least, it had been before you had news to share with him. 

“Walkin’ me home?” You took a deep breath, the first of many, and stepped towards him, not letting your eyes move from where you assumed his were. 

“Of course.” His helmet rasped. You weren’t sure if the helmet altered his voice to sound like that or if that was just how he spoke since he’d never taken it off in front of you. Honoring his code despite the situation you two had. That’s when you started to spiral in your head. You never even saw this man’s face. You were lucky to have his bare hands touch you, in intimate situations as well as not. You knew his full name, but that was after months of him visiting you on Tatooine. Suddenly, the bile that had settled for a moment was rising, the thought that you might not really have known this man was eating at you and you were getting overwhelmed. Breathing was becoming hard, your chest felt like there was a bantha sitting on you. But something cut through the noise. 

“Take a deep breath, what’s going on?” 

Din was now standing in front of you, and his gloved hands were lightly touching your shoulders, in an attempt to ground you without being too forceful. It was something you never told him calmed you but just something he picked up on from knowing you. Right, knowing you. Din knew you. You knew Din. You might not have known his face but you knew him. His intentions. His life. His personality. 

You inhaled and let your shoulders rise, his hands not removing themselves as you did. 

“I’m good.” You kept your reply simple as you nodded your head forward to show you wanted to start walking.

He didn’t question any more, his hands dropped and he walked alongside of you on the path that began your journey home. Another amazing thing about Din, he didn’t push.

“Do you remember when we first met?” You looked up at the sky almost like you could envision that moment entirely right there. 

A chuckle left Din’s helmet. “Do I?” His boots crunched on the pavement as he walked. “I have a permanent scar to remember it forever.” 

“Sorry.” You smiled and looked over at him. “You're my best friend, you know?” You said after a long pause. 

“We’ve known each other for a long time.” Din agreed in his own way. 

It was funny, because he was right. You did know each other for a really long time. But yet, you never established any definition of the relationship you had. He visited you frequently on Tatooine when he was there for work. He brought you with him to Nevarro when your house burned down on Tatooine, he walked you home every night, you two started fooling around somewhere in the midst of all that and you never established any ground rules or titles, except you hid the intimacy from everyone. You understood the Mandalorian code, and you knew how much Din honored that. You didn’t argue it because well, it's part of what made him, him. 

In the years you’ve known Din and been sleeping with him, he’d gone away on hunts and he never questioned what you did when he was gone or vice versa. You picked up business as usual when he came back. You never did anything, although you did flirt with people at the bar, even when he was back, it was how you made a decent living and you thought he knew that but as the news you had to share with him right now mulled in your head you started to wonder if he truly did. 

Maybe he did keep warm bodies around when he was away. Maybe even more than that, and this was just what it was, friends with benefits. But could you even call it that? Friends? Benefits? Especially now? Then you remembered you just called him your best friend. Probably for the first time, or was it? Why was it such a big deal you hide whatever this was from everyone? They knew you two hung out? Oh, right, Mandalorian code, that calmed you down for a minute, but then the next thought funneled in. Well, there had to be a work around with that? He couldn’t have been the first Mandalorian to fall in love? Fall in love? Who were you kidding, you didn’t even know if calling him your best friend was appropriate and now you’re assuming he’s in love? Maybe you thought that because YOU felt that. Holy shit, were you in love with a Mandalorian? Your next thought shook you to your core. Not just a Mandalorian but YOUR Mando. Your Mando? Again the man who you couldn’t even call your best friend without going into an overthinking spiral? Your stomach turned. There it was that bile again. Making its way up your throat.

“I have to tell you something.” You blurted out, getting overwhelmed by your own thoughts. 

Din said nothing and stared at you waiting for you to say something. 

You stared at him, and for some reason, pushed all your thoughts aside. It was what you did every time you spent time with him, it was what you did to put you in this situation so it would have to work to let it out. You took one last deep breath before speaking. 

“I’m pregnant.”

[theladybarnes]

SPOILER/TEST:

So I'm still writing my next update while working on my side projects. This is a sort of plot I've wanted to do for a bit but I can't make up stories without a little world building. So tell me how we feel about this:

(this is super vague since it's technically an ending to a chapter but I wanna know if the vibes and stuff are there.)

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Billy scoffed, his gaze flicking between us. "What's it to you, Harrington? You sweet on this little freak? I thought that was what Wheeler was here for.”

Steve's jaw clenched, his usual charming demeanor replaced by a steely glare. You on the other hand, bristled at the insult. But before you could respond, Steve interjected with a sneer of his own. 

"Please. I couldn't care less about her. But she happens to be the Chief's niece, and I'd rather not have him breathing down my neck for causing her trouble. So, freak or not, leave her alone. There’s plenty of other girls willing to warm you up right now.” he finished, nodding for him to move on.

Billy's expression darkened, but he reluctantly backed off, muttering something unintelligible as he disappeared into the crowd.

Everyone dispersed after that. Displeased and muttering while you stayed backed up against the wooden gate. It wasn’t until you heard a throat clearing that you picked your gaze again to see that Steve and Nancy were still there.

“You okay?” Steve asked gruffly, looking at you carefully. 

“I’m fine.” you muttered, looking away from the two. 

“You sure? Billy’s just an asshole, so don’t worry about him.” he said, taking a step forward. That’s when you flinched back, not quite sure why you were so shaken up. It wasn’t like anything was going to happen. It couldn’t have, not with the amount of people at the party. 

“Let me get her friend, I think I saw him somewhere inside.” Nancy said, leaving Steve’s side to venture back to the house. The music worked hard to keep out the awkward silence between the two of you. That is, until Steve felt the need to speak up.

“You’re welcome, by the way.”

Snapping your head up, you watched as Steve ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I said you’re welcome,” he repeated, taking a step forward anyway. “For the whole thing with Billy just now. You could at least be thankful.”

Something about his tone had you scoffing at his audacity. “Yeah, totally.” you said, forcing a relieving laugh. “I mean, how can I ever repay you for both calling me a freak and apparently fragile since I’m the Chief’s niece.”

Steve's expression darkened, his jaw tightening again. "It's not like that," he protested, his voice strained. "I was just... trying to get that asshole off your back. I mean, it’s a party..we should just all have fun, right?”

“Well, I am having such a great time, Steve.” you saluted, pushing yourself off the fence finally.  

“Ace!”

Over Steve’s shoulder, you watched as Jonathan made a dash through the crowd of people, making it around the pool carefully before he was able to get to where you two were. 

“Whoa, hey, Nancy told me that stuff went down. You okay?”

“She’s alright.” Steve answered for you. “But I think she’s had her fill of fun for the night.” 

Jonathan frowned at Steve’s words. Seemingly confused as to why not only was Steve speaking for you, but apparently dismissing you. Little did he know that it was more insulting than either of you let on. 

“Um, did you wanna go?” he asked wearily. 

“Yeah, he’s right.” you nodded, reaching to tug your friend to your side. “I’m done.”

A part of you really wanted to bite back at Steve. Make him feel bad for everything, but with a simple raised brow, defeat already felt so imminent.

“Good.” Was all he said before he turned on his heels and returned back to his hosting duties. 

Quietly, Jonathan led you back to the gate, choosing the back exit of the house in order to leave. And while you were relieved, you couldn’t help but feel the twist in your gut still lingering around. 

In the end, Steve Harrington may have saved you from Billy Hargrove, but he couldn't erase the sting of his words—or the realization that, despite the brief moment, you were still nothing more than a Freak to the King.

[feline-bookish]

Plot: Lillianna is Carlisle’s mate. But she is entirely against the idea of love. How will Carlisle be able to convince her that she’s making a mistake?

Warnings: Angst

Title: Love is Pain

It wasn’t the love she feared, it was what love could bring. Heartbreak. Pain. So she chose to be alone instead. She had to guard her heart. She had grown close to him, and things were going well. That was the problem. Surely, something will go wrong. She wasn’t going to wait for that to happen. She doesn’t even know it but she’s knocking on his study door. The door is open, but her courtesy won’t allow her to enter without his acknowledgment.

When he sees her face he recognizes her look of hesitancy. He knows she had been keeping something hidden. He’s not one to push. He nods with a smile, signaling she can come in. He was reading a new medical journal but he will always have time for her. Especially when she looks at him with such emotion.

She doesn’t say anything. How can she? Yes, she loves him. Yes, she wants to stay happy by his side. On the other hand, how long will that last? The two sit in silence among each other. Carlisle waits for her to collect her thoughts, his dead heart would pick up in pace if he was human. As calm and collected as he is, he knows she’s struggling to tell him something he might not enjoy. How could he? It brings her pain.

“Love, take a breath,” he gently encourages her. She does so and he smiles. He adds, “Now, whatever it is you’re struggling with. Please, don’t keep it to yourself.

The way he treats her with such love only makes her not want to share. She needs to though. In one breath she says, “I can’t stay.”

When Carlisle hears those words his entire world crumbles. His calm expression wavers, “May I ask why?”

“This can’t last. What we have.”

“Nothing lasts forever, Love. So, why stop it before it can begin?”

She doesn’t respond for a while. She doesn’t even look at him. She’s hurting both herself and him.

Carlisle asks another question, “Why are you so afraid? I can see this decision hurts you. Something is happening within you. Please, tell me,” he adds with a broken voice, “I can’t lose you.”

She tries not to cry but she can’t help but let some tears fall.

“Love, why are you doing this to us?”

She finally finds her words, “Because I’m scared.” There it is. Her fear.

“Why?” His question sounds simple, but it’s the deepest question he could ask her.

“Because love is pain.”

Carlisle lets out a sigh at her answer, “Lillianna, I will always love you. If you run from this love, you will bring more pain on yourself,” he leans forward, “As well as on me.”

She shakes her head out of frustration. She doesn’t know what to do. She doesn’t know how to respond. She doesn’t want to hurt him. At the same time, he’s right. For her to leave what they have behind will only bring more of that pain onto herself. She she nods.

He doesn’t know what that nod means, but he hopes it means she will stay. She confirms it with a light, “I don’t want to leave.”

“Then, please don’t,” is his simple answer, “The love we have is different from the love of your past. Don’t let your past dim your future.” His words are wise and they strike Lillianna deep in her heart.

“I love you,” is her response.

So, Lillianna stays. She doesn’t let the pain love brings diminish the love she has for Carlisle. She didn’t let it control her. She was free…and Carlisle was the key.

[themagnusbane]

Never Have I Ever - A PrapaiSky Fic(let)

So the thing is, I haven't written in almost 4 years (and no. My WangXian short doesn't count because it was meant to be 31 chapters and I still have 30 chapters unwritten since Mayhem November last year).

But, @suga4mycoffee requested for a fic where Prapai is made to realize just how badly he fucked up, based on the tags I made to her post, so that got the dusty ass writing plot bunnies going and now you have a fic that I think is rusty af, but I hope you enjoy anyway Suga.

**

If looks could kill, Saifha was sure his twin would have had him drawn and quartered, buried in a shallow grave with no headstone to commemorate his passing. And if he were a nicer twin, he would probably have found remorse buried somewhere in the depths of his heart.

But alas, he is very much Payu’s twin, and bringing his brother a measure of discomfort and misery soothed his soul. The fact that it made Payu’s boyfriend just a little bit miffed, which in turn meant that Nong Rain turned those bright eyes of his on his boyfriend in a glare that would have withered a lesser man, was just icing on an already spectacular cake. 

Having Nong Sky and Prapai caught up in all this however, wasn’t something he had planned.

But… Did he find it entertaining anyway? Certainly. It was wonderful the number of secrets that a simple game of Never Have I Ever, which he is proud to admit was his suggestion, could unravel. Besides, when you looked at it from the right perspective, he really was doing them all a collective favour. Best to let them air our their fears and insecurities and hurt, so their relationships can be the more stronger for it. 

Really, he should be deified for all the service he’s been rendering. 

“Never have I ever had an ex draped all over me, even though I already have a boyfriend, and I didn���t push said ex off, the minute he pulled his shit.”

At the words, Saifha’s eyes snapped to Nong Sky, and then Prapai. At the same time, Nong Rain turned to look at his best friend, whilst Payu’s eyes were locked on Prapai. 

“That is… Oddly specific,” Saifha murmured, leaning back to watch the chaos unfold. 

Praipai meanwhile leaned forward, fingers flexing on his glass of scotch whiskey, already half empty, because Prapai apparently had very few Never Have I Evers, and although Nong Sky’s been smiling every time Prapai’s had to lift that glass to his mouth for a drink—oh to be young and sickeningly in love—there was no smile on his face now, as he waited for Prapai. As they all waited for Prapai. 

Praipai meanwhile had his eyes on Nong Sky, a softening in their brown depths that pulled a low sound from his boyfriend’s throat, had Nong Rain’s eyes widening, and Payu tilting his head the way he did when he was furiously trying to connect the dots. 

Saifha could feel his own eyes widening. Oh shit. He fucked up didn’t he?

“You saw?” The words came out in a whisper so low, the wind almost caught it and erased it. But they were all hanging on a thread, heightened by the hurt in Nong Sky’s voice, and the remorse in Praipai’s, that they all heard it. 

“Are you drinking or not P’Pai?” Nong Sky’s voice was cold. Gone was the teasing inflection that Saifha was used to hearing. And clearly he wasn’t the only one who noticed. Nong Rain’s mouth was open, and Prapai flinched. 

Saifha watched him take a deep breath, and down the rest of the whiskey in one gulp. 

He heard an explosion of sound as Nong Rain launched himself at Prapai, only to be pulled back by Payu. Saifha noted that the grip Payu had on his boyfriend was loose, barely restraining him as Nong Rain’s eyes spat way more rage than that little body should have access to. 

Saifha could tell. If Payu wasn’t holding Nong Rain back, Prapai would have had to deal with the nails and teeth of his boyfriend’s best friend who looked like he was minutes away from breaking free of Payu’s hold and dealing all the hurt he could at the man who’d dared to hurt his friend. 

And with the way Payu was holding him, Saifha could tell that he was really considering letting go, and giving Nong Rain the free rein to dole out all the damage he wanted. 

Nong Sky meanwhile seemed to let loose all the air that he’d held in, waiting for Prapai’s response. Saifha watched as he deflated, and curved into himself. His hands digging into the flesh of his upper arms as he rocked back and forth. 

“I’m sorry,” Prapai whispered, knees sinking to the floor right in front of Nong Sky, hands reaching out to touch him, and then pulling back, fingers flexing like he didn’t have the right to do that anymore. 

“How could you P’Pai? How could you?” Nong Rain’s voice kept rising, his feet trying hard to connect with Prapai’s shin. But Payu’s hold held strong and he couldn’t come close. 

“Why?” At Nong Sky’s whispered question, everyone quieted. Prapai slid a step closer, and Nong Sky’s eyes locked with his. 

Saifha could feel the moment when everything, and everyone else faded away for them. They were together, in their own cocoon of hurt and pain and regret. 

“Why are you sorry P’Pai?”

“I—“

“Are you sorry that you said you would be out in 5mins and you didn’t keep that promise? That I ran into girls there who were talking about how they wanted to fuck you? Are you sorry that they mentioned that P’Payu had made it clear that he had a boyfriend, but they had no idea that we were together? Are you sorry that they thought they had a chance with you because they didn’t know otherwise, because you didn’t tell them otherwise?” 

Saifha watched Prapai’s shoulders slump with each question that Nong Sky tossed his way. The younger boy’s voice was low and level. No inflection of the rage that Saifha would have expected. It was like he had sunk deep into the depth of all that hurt and pain; like they were were questions he had asked himself over and over again, until he had numbed himself to it, and disassociated from it all.

And Prapai responded with panic, eyes and hands reaching out to Nong Sky, trying to comfort, to heal, to soothe. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry Sky. I told him. I told him when he asked me, that I have a boyfriend.”

Saifha didn’t need to read minds to know that that wasn’t what Nong Sky wanted to hear. He looked at Payu who looked about ready to let go of Nong Rain so he could smack his friend in the head himself for being an absolute dimwit. 

Nong Sky’s voice dropped even more. “So you waited for him to ask before you told him?” He stared incredulously at Prapai who looked utterly wretched. “What if he hadn’t asked? Would you have continued to let him touch you P’Pai? Continued to let him drape himself over you.” 

Saifha watched Nong Sky reach out his hands to touch Prapai’s face. Watched as Prapai leaned into the touch, hands reaching out to grasp Nong Sky’s, as he whispered several “I’m sorry’s” against the inner part of his boyfriend’s wrist. 

“Why are you sorry P’Pai?” The question again. But this time, his voice was softer, less modulated. Saifha could see him softening. Everyone could see him softening. 

Prapai released a breath, relief whooshing out of him as he stood to his full height, then pulled gently on Nong Sky’s hands. The latter allowed him, standing up so Prapai could sit, and then pull him in to sit on his lap, further tuning out everyone else, as they sank further into their own world. 

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I made you cry. I’m sorry I didn’t immediately make it clear that I was taken. I’m sorry in trying to be kind and not hurt his feelings, I hurt yours instead. I’m sorry I was gentler with turning him down, that I was with handling your heart. I’m sorry it didn’t even occur to me that you would be hurt by it. I’m sorry, I’m only just telling you I’m sorry.”

Prapai pulled back slightly to look at Nong Sky’s face, fingers stroking his cheek, wiping away the tears that had made tracks on his face. “Forgive me?”

Nong Sky looked at him for a brief, suspended moment. 

Saifha was sure they all stopped breathing, waiting for Nong Sky’s response. 

And it came resplendent as the sun. A smile that lit up his face and had Prapai placing a murmured thank you against his pale neck, as Nong Sky patted Prapai’s hair softly. 

Saifha nodded, pleased at the result. Just as Nong Rain’s voice called out loudly “You’d better make sure it never repeats itself P’Pai. If it does, I’m coming for your head!” 

The statement had Prapai turning to glare at Nong Rain, who glared right back, with Payu silently laughing behind his boyfriend, and Nong Sky looking quite pleased. 

Honestly, Saifha really did think he should be deified for all the service he’s been rendering.

**

Oh, and for those who need context, here's the post that birthed this.

[xxlunar-0988-xx]

You're pretty <3 | Casey Jr Rottmnt

Oh mah gawd i just got the cutest Idea and I'm not losing it so I'm writing it rn (even tho it's like 11 pm)

This fanfic is about Casey giving compliments to the reader aka u and asking u out (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Btw this is set a while after the plot of the rottmnt movie and sorry if the rottmnt characters are a bit oc i barely pay attention to any characters when i watch a movie ;-;

We need more fanfics about this boi!!

Key words: y/n - your name; f/f - favorite flower

Rottmnt Casey Jr x fem!reader (I'm sorry ;-;)

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff

Enjoy

---Authors pov---

"hey y/n." Casey called

"yes?" Y/n questioned, turning to the boy, giving her full attention to hear on what he was going to say

"i like your eyes." He said and turned away leaving the room he was just in

"y/n, are you sure you're not dating?" April questioned as she leaned to see where Casey was headed to

"at this point i don't know if he's dropping hints or trying to be nice." Y/n groaned, as she put her face between her hands and leaning back against the couch

"well what if he is dropping hints? You're gonna lose your chance!" April yelled towards y/n

"well what if he's just being nice! I can't just embarrass myself like that!" Y/n yelled towards her friend, pulling her hands off of her face, April noticed the red flair on her cheeks and smirked

"do whatever you wish y/n, just remember, time is ticking." April sang as she turned to leave as well

Y/n just sat there dumbfounded, she grabbed a pillow and pulled it against her face as she screamed in it out of frustration

Meanwhile with Casey:

"What do i do master Leonardo! I kept giving her compliments and 'dropping hints' but she still doesn't get it! Maybe it wasn't meant to be." Casey said as he plopped down on Leo's bed, defeat written all over his face

"no, you're not giving up that easily, you know what, now you're going to be straight forward, kiss her lips!"

"WHAT!?!"

"Okay that is it! This was fun but Leo, you know nothing about dating." Donatello exclaimed

"oh yeah, what do you know then?" Leo teased as he turned to his twin brother, arms crossed

"well most definitely way more than you do, Casey you just gotta tell it to her straight forward, if she doesn't like you back, then just be friends it's that simple-"

"oh what are you guys talking about!" Mikey butted in to the conversation, Raph behind him seeming interstated as well

"Casey has a crush on y/n and doesn't know how to tell her." Leo said as Casey's face turned beat red, embarrassed of the situation, he tried to leave but Mikey stopped him

"oh no, you're not going anywhere untill we get you ready to ask y/n out!" Mikey exclaimed as he pushed Casey towards his room, that they of course built for him a while back when they defeated the krang

"or you can leave him to me." April said as she slid in front of Mikey, right before they could get through the door

"you turtles sure know nothing about dating." April sighed as she made a waving motion for Casey to follow her

"i mean she is right-"

"oh and what do you know miss know it all?" Leo questioned, stopping his older brother, Raph, from finishing his sentence

"i know that you're not supposed to kiss a girl without her consent, in fact you're not supposed to do anything to anyone without consent." April said as she turned to leave

"Wait! Maybe we can help you? We might not know about dating but we can be great when it comes to outfit picking."

"and flower picking!"

"and-"

"okay! you can help! But leave all of the talking practice to me." April said as she pointed her thumb towards her chest proudly

"no problem, now let's go to the mall to get Casey a new outfit!" Mikey yelled excitedly as he pointed towards the ceiling and started running towards the exit

"yeah!" Everyone yelled as they started to run, Casey being pulled by the wrist by April

---time skip---

"go get em tiger!" Leo whispered as he gave Casey a beautiful bouquet of f/f pushing him to the living room

Casey took a deep breath and straightened his outfit as he hyped himself up, as if the turtles, and April, didn't do that just seconds ago

'okay Casey you got this, just remember what you practiced with commander April' he thought as he sighed and walked towards y/n

"heeyyyy y/n." He said as y/n turned towards him

"hi Casey- oh nice flowers, and outfit." She started, "am i forgetting an important occasion or something?" She questioned

"no you're not, hey do you umm... what to- to... Go out with me?" Casey asked as he held out the bouquet towards y/n "oh and these are for you!"

The turtles, including April, cringed at Casey's poor attempt of asking you out

"that wasn't even how we practiced!" April whispered, as she pulled on her hair

"oh- uhm- i mean yeah! I would love to Casey." Y/n smiled as she took the bouquet of her f/f, she grabbed the flustered boys hand as they went out of sight, presumably to go on their date, or for y/n to get ready first

"ah what a beautiful sight, it makes me so sick." Leo said as he fake gagged, "anyway I'm gonna go to my room and take a nap, peace!"

"I'm glad they got together, where did you even get the flowers Mikey?" Raph asked as he turned towards his younger brother

"from the flower shop where else?" Mikey said

"how much did it cost?" Raph asked

"y'know i sould probably also take a nap-"

"Mikey!"

And that is all, sorry that it is kinda shit but I'm fairly new in the fandom, oh and sorry if everyone is kinda oc

Anyway hope you have a great day/ night/ afternoon

Bye!!!

[alieinthemorning]

Figure Skating [Ashido Mina]

Content: Fluff, Figure Skating, Injury, Love Confessions

Pronouns: None

Header: @/nimuello

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

Today was the day.

The day you were going to confess your feelings!

Sure, there’d be other people there, friends too, but that wasn’t going to deter you.

You gave yourself a determined look in the mirror. “I’m going to confess to Ashido Mina today no matter what.”

“Hey! You ready?”

You jumped with a high-pitched squeal.

Speak of the devil.

Mina surged forward, steadying the tittering mirror. “Woah, you good?” She gave you a once over. “You looked flushed… are you sure you can come with us?”

“I’m fine! I’m totally fine! Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Now,” You stepped around her, grabbing your bag. “Let’s go!”

The way to the skating rink should have been filled with nonsensical chatter about your holiday plans, but instead your thoughts were filled to the brim on the confession.

When would you do it? Closer to when it's time to go, or in the middle?

How would you do it? Pull off a few cool moves, or simply hold her hand?

What would you say? A simple confession, or something more drawn out?

Would you do it alone or with people around? Near the boys or around strangers?

Where would you do it? On the rink or on a bench?

Why are you doing it?

Why were you doing it?

Sure, you liked her, what wasn’t there to like, but you?

You frowned.

You were… average. You’d never been as great as Mina, and she deserved better than you.

Enjirou nudged you. “Everything good?”

You pulled the frown into what you’d hoped was a believable smile and said. “Yep! Just a little nervous is all!” He believed it, giving you a reassuring pat on the back, and left it at that.

The skating rink wasn’t as packed as you’d thought it would be yet was still lively enough.

Just before your group headed over to the desk, Mina called for your attention. “Okay guys, one more time before we go in. Absolutely no quirks.” She gave Katsuki a hard look, “Am I clear?” He rolled his eyes with a grunt, and pushed past her, with Enjirou chasing after him.

In Katsuki-speak, that meant “Yeah, yeah, I got it.”

Mina rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I have a few moves I want to show you guys.”

“Oh?” Hanta raised a brow. “Is it gonna be like what you showed us in class?”

“The break dancing stuff? Nah, that’d be too dangerous.”

“So, like, actually figure skating stuff?” Denki tried.

“I’m not telling!” She stuck her tongue out. “So you’re just gonna have to watch me!”

You’d watch her till your dying breath.

It had been awhile since you’d last done any ice skating, so you were a little shaky on the ice, but after about 20 minutes, you’d found your center. Since then, you’d been following Mina around the rink, simply watching as she pulled off actual figure skating moves ever so gracefully.

You wondered, if Quirks never existed, could the two of you live normal lives? Mina as a dancer, and you as her biggest fan? You would have met her at one of her performances, hitting it off from there? Living happily ever—

“Ah!” You weren’t watching where you were going and ended up slamming right into the wall. “Ow, ow, ow…” You rubbed your thigh, which you had landed on pretty hard.

“Oh my gosh!” Mina slid up beside you. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I, uh, wasn’t watching where I was going, and I ran into the wall.”

“Can you stand?” She helped you up. “Come on, let’s take a break.”

“No! Don’t let me stop you. I can go sit by myself.” You tried to pull away from her, but she pulled you back in.

She puffed her cheeks. “I know you’re hurting. You need to sit down.”

Ever so slowly, she pulled you off the ice and over to a bench, then went off to get something cold for the swelling and snacks.

Leaving you alone, just you and your thoughts.

If you had just been paying attention, this wouldn’t have happened.

If you hadn’t drawn attention to yourself, she wouldn’t have noticed.

If you had only lied better, she wouldn’t have stopped.

And you could have kept watching her.

You only felt the tears after a cold breeze stung your cheeks.

You tried to wipe them away but—

“Oh no! Does it hurt that bad?”

Mina. Always so caring.

And for her to care about someone like you—

“Should I call someone—?”

“I’m so sorry!” You shouted. “This is all my fault! If I hadn’t fallen, none of this would have happened.”

She sat beside you, placing the cold water bottle on the afflicted part of your thigh. “Accidents happen. It’s okay.”

You shook your head. “But it's not! If I hadn’t been so stupid, I wouldn’t have made you stop. If I wasn’t such a baby, you wouldn’t have to worry about me.” You sighed. “You really do deserve someone better than me…”

“…what?”

You sighed again, looking away. Might as well get this over with now. “Today was the day that I was going to confess my feelings for you, Mina.”

“H—huh? You like me?”

You gave a dry laugh. “Yeah, but don’t worry. You don’t have to answer me. I already know your—”

“I like you too!” She grabbed your hands. “The whole reason why I learned those moves was to impress you! I wanted to confess to you today too!”

“You…” She, “like me too?” liked you too?

“Yep! Which means,” She took a look around the area, “I can finally do this.” then leaned in, giving you a peck on the lips.

You passed out from overheating.

It was definitely worth it, though.

In this updated version, I mainly just fixed grammar, and also adressed the boys by their first name instead of their family name.

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

[dramaticdads]

Diversity win!

This is the dumbest thing I’ve written in ages. The plot is that Sparrow learns he’s aroace from the canonically asexual FBI agent. That’s it, that’s the fic.

Word count: 2747

CW: Strong internalized aphobia, feeling broken, sex mention

Summary: During an interrogation, Sparrow has a surprisingly insightful conversation with an FBI agent about his romantic and sexual orientation.

Sparrow kept his eyes on the ground without letting his glare slip. He wasn’t going to let himself break this easily, as he was guided into a private interrogation room. He was no stranger to experiences like this. No stranger to getting mixed up with dangerous people. And he would escape it, eventually. All he needed was a plan, and even without one, his allies would possibly help him out eventually.

“Take a seat,” the man at the other end of the desk said, and when Sparrow did not comply the agent that held onto him pushed him down into the chair. Soon after, the door closed, leaving the interrogator alone with Sparrow. There was a moment of calculative silence before the man spoke again, “Do you know why you’re here?”

“I had enough of that phrasing from teachers in middle school. I’m not falling for that.” Sparrow stated plainly.

The FBI agent chuckled in response, “That’s fair, that’s fair.” he tapped the table but didn’t let his eyes leave Sparrow for a second, “Let’s start with a simple question: What do you know about Nick Foster?”

Sparrow shrugged, “Nothing.”

“You and I both know that’s a lie.”

Sparrow didn’t respond to that.

The FBI agent sighed, “That’s what I thought you’d say,” there was a beat of silence, before the FBI agent opened a drawer in the desk. He rummaged around and eventually grabbed something, a jar, which he gently placed on the table in front of him. Sparrow raised an eyebrow, “I would like you to take a whiff of this powder.”

“I don’t do drugs.” Sparrow muttered half-jokingly.

“That’s not exactly what this is.”

“What’s even the point then?” Sparrow asked with a slight smirk. He was so tired, but he couldn’t let himself slip up.

The FBI agent sighed and opened the jar. “This powder ensures that you’re telling me the truth. If you smell it, I will too. I’m sure we can find information that’s beneficial to both parties.”

Sparrow huffed, “No offense, but I don’t really care about the government’s second-rate demon knowledge.”

“So you admit you have knowledge we don’t?”

“Not necessarily, but at least I don’t have an entire government organization about it.”

Then prove to me that you have nothing of interest.” The agent said, swirling the jar gently with one hand, “If you don’t, I can’t promise the safety of your family.”

Sparrow frowned a little too quickly for his own liking and could instantly tell that the agent had noticed. He sighed, “God you’re unprofessional about this. I can recognize a bluff.”

“Is that a chance you’re willing to take?”

My family can defend themselves he wanted to say, but despite everything that had happened, there was a burning sensation in his chest that he didn’t even want them to try. The thought of Rebecca, of his kids, and of how no matter how hard he tried, danger was hiding around every corner. He sighed, “You first.”

The FBI agent smiled with a little too much self-satisfaction, took off the lid and smelled the powder. He reached it out for Sparrow to do the same.

“Would you hurt my family?” Sparrow dared to ask before he complied.

“Yes,” the agent responded with far too little hesitation.

Sparrow leaned forward, feeling quite silly as he smelled the powder. He was caught off guard by the smell. It was like a home he could no longer pinpoint the location of. Like Lark’s presence beside him, like his father and mother’s warm embrace.

The agent smiled at him, a little softer now, “Are you ready to talk?”

“I’m never ready to talk,” Sparrow responded, the phrasing floating off his tongue strangely.

The FBI agent let out a small laugh, “I will warn you that sometimes the truth can surprise even yourself.”

Sparrow didn’t respond to that, trying not to let himself talk more than necessary. There was no reason to, when he hadn’t been asked a direct question.

“What do you know about Nick Foster?” The agent eventually asked.

Sparrow bit his lip and hardly had the time to think before he spoke, but was relieved at the place his mind decided to begin nonetheless, “He liked minions as a kid and I think he still does. He’s part-demon, has two dads because of some timeline mix-up and a court case, he used to be a real narc but see, his dad actually came from a guitar-”

“That’s not what I meant,” The FBI agent interrupted, “What does that even- no, it’s on me, I should’ve been more specific. Do you know how to get into hell?”

“No,” Sparrow stated, ”I don’t.”

“Do you know someone who does?”

Sparrow shrugged, “I knew Nick and his family,”

“Did you have a falling out?” 

“Yeah, we did,” Sparrow responded darkly, unsure why that part was even any of the agent’s business, “Have you had a falling out with any of your friends?” He figured it was a good idea to direct a question the other way. There was less to be revealed if the spotlight was moved around.

“I have,” the FBI agent nodded, “This is not an easy line of work.”

“Neither is mine,” the words drifted out before he had the power to stop them. He wasn’t sure if he had that power in the first place. It seemed too tempting to share, “Do you have a family?”

“I do. Are you trying to stop me from questioning you?”

“I am,” Sparrow smiled somewhat, “Have you done this before?”

“Yes. It’s surprisingly freeing.”

“Is it? How so?” Sparrow asked, not really caring.

“Well, you can tell how it feels. It’s nice and calming, and it’s a good way to make room for yourself to admit things you find it too difficult to think about.”

“Like how you’re working for a shitty and pretentious government organization?”

“That’s a little harsh.”

“I’m just being honest.”

“Where is Nick right now?”

“Hell if I know,” Sparrow thought for a moment, “Yeah, hell, if I know him.”

“Tell me,” the agent moved forward in his chair, “If you no longer speak to Nick, why are you trying to protect him?”

“Because I don’t want the government sticking their nose where it doesn’t belong and I also still care about him,” the last words came out shakier than he intended, “Where does your family live?”

The agent went somewhat pale, “In this city,” he quickly continued to speak, “Would you hurt an innocent family to get back at me?”

“Probably not, but you’d be a hypocrite if you make me leave them out of this entirely after your threats.”

“That’s fair enough. Who in your family are you most afraid to lose?”

“My kids.” Sparrow responded, surprisingly relieved at the answer.

“And then your wife?”

“No, then my brother.” there was an uncomfortable shiver throughout his body at needing to correct that.

The agent seemed surprised, “Really?”

“Suppose so, but he can defend himself.”

“And your wife can’t?”

“She’d probably be able to.”

“Probably?”

“I don’t know! I would never involve her in any of this, I’m in lo-” he abruptly cut himself off, the words faltering as he tried to say them out loud. As if he’d interrupted himself with a thought that never came. His heart skipped a beat.

The FBI agent furrowed his eyebrow, “What?”

“My wife, I’m in lo- in lo-” he tried to push the words out. Tried to feel all the right feelings in his heart to prove that he was speaking the truth, but the words weren’t budging. Got stuck in his throat before he could add another sound, “Fuck I- I love her and I want her to be safe.”

There was a beat of silence, “Are you alright?”

“Not in particular.” Sparrow cringed at the words.

“You seem kind of out of it.”

One stupid attempt at saying the righ thing had given the agent an excellent opportunity to get under his skin. Had let out something deep inside him that he’d worked so hard to keep hidden, even if he was always urgently aware of it. One miswording, and the agent already had something to use against him.

“I love my wife. I’m in lov- fuck I…” all color drained from his face and his heartbeat seemed so much louder. The room seemed to dissolve around him as he tried to keep his breathing steady and calm, “This isn’t relevant to this interrogation.” He tried.

There was silence between them. Sparrow was much more aware of it than he’d been in a while. After a few moments that lasted an eternity, the FBI agent spoke, “Do you want to talk about that?”

“I mean, yes, but it’s only because of the stupid powder you gave me.”

"You're not in love with your wife?"

"I'm supposed to be in love with her," Sparrow answered honestly, "But I've never been able to get that right. I always knew that, deep down."

There was an odd look in the agent's eyes, "Are you in love with anyone else?"

"No. I've never been in love with anyone," he felt tears in his eyes and this was so stupid, he shouldn't be admitting to any of this in front of this poser of an organization, "There's always been something wrong with me on that front. I've never been able to feel the right things like everyone else." 

"I don't think something's wrong with you because of that." The agent said, quietly.

“You don’t understand. It’s… I don’t even find her attractive. I can tell she’s pretty but when I kiss her it doesn’t make me feel anything. Whether she’s naked or clothed it doesn’t make any difference to me. And- and it’s not just her, I don’t find anyone attractive regardless of gender. It doesn’t matter how hot they are, it doesn’t make me feel anything. I-”

“Me neither,” the FBI agent suddenly blurted out.

Sparrow abruptly stopped speaking. A beat. “What?”

“Have you… I don’t know how to ask this, but have you ever heard the words… Aromantic and asexual?”

Sparrow blinked away some of the tears he still had in his eyes, “What?”

“I’m… Alright, I’m not trying to label you or anything, but it sounds like you could benefit from looking into those things. It’s a… It’s a whole spectrum of experiences.” The agent seemed strangely serious as he spoke.

“What does this have to do with anything?”

“One time, when I was under the effects of this powder, I had a similar experience, so I figured I’d just let you know that it might not be as uncommon as you think it is.”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” Sparrow felt as if he was stuck in another world for a little. In that moment right before he went from one world to the next.

“I think you might be aromantic? And asexual too. Some people call that aroace, I think. Aromantic is when you feel little to no romantic attraction and asexual is when you feel little to no sexual attraction.” 

Sparrow felt like he couldn’t breathe for a few moments, “I think I might’ve heard of it before,” he stated, very slowly, trying to remember words he’d taken note of offhandedly in the past. Aromantic. Asexual. Aroace. The words felt like arrows straight to the head dissolving into water when it was too late to prevent the damage. “I’m not- I can’t be, I…” there were so many broken things about him, and this had always been one of them. One of those things he noted and kept to himself, because he couldn’t say it out loud, couldn’t risk it all falling apart. And maybe there was something comforting in knowing there were other people in the world where the right feelings regarding this particular thing were out of reach.

But the most powerful thought in his mind right then was not one about community or one about similar experiences to connect with.

“So I can’t fix it,” he whispered, an admission that poisoned every part of him, “I was never even capable of loving her?”

“Well, that’s not really how I’d put it-”

“So I have just been lying to her? It was doomed from the beginning and I didn’t even have the decency to realize I was a lost cause even when everything indicated that was the case?”

“You do love her. You could say that easily,” the agent clarified, “I don’t know much about her or your relationship, but it doesn’t seem like you stayed with her to manipulate her. It’s incredibly hard to identify feelings that aren’t there. Trust me, I’m married myself and I didn’t let myself realize I was asexual until recently. I had sex because of societal expectations and because I could always tell my wife really wanted to…”

“I want to want to,” Sparrow felt desperate as he spoke, “I can’t even describe how much I want to feel the right things. We have kids, I have a family to keep together. It’s so so hard to keep it together in the first place. A-all of it has been broken for years, ever since we were kids, and all I want… All I want is a normal family. A simple one. I don’t- I don’t want to hurt her. She’s one of the few good things I have left.” his voice cracked at the final words, the tears streaming down his cheeks without his involvement.

The FBI agent seemed to ponder the words for a few moments, “It’s not a simple thing to deal with, of course it isn’t. I mean, I don’t know your whole situation, man, but… This isn’t the sort of situation where either of you is the bad guy. Your wife probably never wanted you to feel broken or accidentally cross any boundaries, and of course you never meant to hurt her either. You have a family that you clearly love and want to protect, and that’s a really important thing, but you can’t keep lifting everything at the cost of your own self and comfort, you know?”

Sparrow tried to even out his breathing, attempting to count the seconds for each inhale and exhale. “I- I can’t risk this. It’s… It’s too important.”

“I mean, no worries. This isn’t a thing you have to figure out overnight,” the agent explained, “But stuff like this builds up, doesn’t it? Even after I realized I was asexual it took me a while to tell my wife about it, but it was a freeing experience in the end. It was really helpful to work out some new boundaries between us, and I feel more present in myself than ever.”

“I can’t just… I can’t just tell her I was never in love with her. I can’t tell her that she wasted- wasted all this time on me.”

The agent shrugged, “I feel like she wouldn’t have chosen to stay with you for this long if it was all a waste.”

Sparrow repeated the words in his mind. Aromantic. Asexual. “Aroace…” he whispered.

“I get it if it takes a while to take all that in. Take your time.”

“I really fucked all of this up… I’ve worked so hard to keep it all together, but really taping it all together makes all the broken bits show when you walk too closely.” he tried to wipe the tears from his eyes.

“Yeah I- I get it, you seem to have been through a lot,” the FBI agent nodded with a certain level of understanding. He met Sparrow’s eyes, “But for what it’s worth… You’re not broken. You’re a whole person, even if that person doesn’t always live up to everyone else’s expectations.”

Sparrow could barely force out another word, “Thanks-”

Suddenly, an alarm blared from the ceiling, causing both of them to freeze up. After a few fragile seconds, Sparrow managed to smirk weakly, “Looks like my escape is here.”

The FBI agent’s eyes widened, but before the man could provide a rebuttal, Sparrow felt Lark’s familiar arm on his. Many of the tensions he’d felt prior immediately dissolved.

It wasn’t all solved. There was so much he didn’t know, so much he didn’t understand, so much he needed to wrap his head around before anything could be done.

Though as he escaped the FBI the words lingered in his mind.

Aromantic. Asexual. Aroace.

[klaineownsmysoul]

G/Lee practically limped to thr finish line at end of S6.. they had a reduced no. Of eps coz of decreased viewers.. they had nonsensical and absolutely ridiculous SLs.. Dalton burning?! Dedicated eps for a spoilt brat who non one liked, seriously who looked at that character and Said oh he's so inspiring!... Why are there rumours of reboot swirling is beyond me..

I believe the industry term you are looking for with regards to glee's ratings towards the end is "dumpster fire." Oddly enough, that term also covers the storylines and plots those of us who were left had the distinct displeasure of enduring. "Clusterfuck" would also be applicable here. Everyone I knew IRL - including my bff who turned me onto the show in season 1 - had long since abandoned it, which is why I was pretty sure it was just like me and 3 other people watching by the end.

Season 5 was dropped from the usual 22/23 episodes down to 20 and season 6 was limited to 13 eps and held until mid-season: that doesn't really inspire a lot of confidence in the direction of the show, does it? If show quality is any measure, it was pretty clear that RIB was done with glee by that point. They were completely checked out and just wanted to get this over and done with so they could move onto other things. Between them not caring, RM's love affair with his golden girl LM (more on her later), and his immature vendetta against the best thing he accidentally did - Klaine - there was very little to enjoy over those final 13 eps. When you focus so heavily on a main character who is as unlikable, selfish, and just downright horrible as Rachel, shit gets old real fast. I'm also pretty sure they had some kind of competition going in the writers' room to see who could come up with the worst storylines that allowed them to continually push Klaine to the backburner. Every week it was some new bs to focus on that wasn't their core couple: an out of left field sort of "romance" between Rachel and Sam that ended just as fast as it began but made sure to suck up plenty of story and song time while it lasted, that awfully stupid plot with the screechy 11 year old that made no sense at all but was the focus of an entire show, Kurt getting to do exciting things like holding Rachel's purse for her and continuing his lot in her life as second fiddle and ego booster, and let's not forget adding in a whole bunch of new kids no one asked for as the show moved back to a place (Lima) that no one wanted to see again, and of course the piece de resistance: the terrible horrible no good very bad thing with Blaine and DK.

Anyhoo...to your question about why rumors of a reboot are swirling around now? Its fairly simple I think: another stop on the LM Redemption Tour and a trip back in time for RM to his biggest hit. 2 birds, one stone. LM's career and image have taken a massive hit over the last couple of years and so why not go back to the role that made her a household name and work with one of the few people who not only tolerated her awful behavior but seemed to actually reward her for it with whatever she wanted, no matter how much the overall product suffered. RM could use a hit and so why not reboot his biggest and most lucrative one? The problem is that people are a little more hip to things now: consider the massive backlash he got when RM posted that little rumination about a reboot a while back on Insta. It was so bad he ended up deleting the post so you would think he'd have learned from that but apparently not. If he's involved and if the show goes forward with something resembling the idea posted in the blind - focusing on a Rachel-like character - that would be the easiest and quickest no I've ever uttered. No second thoughts necessary. No hemming, no hawing. Just No. No No No.

How would that be any different from the show we watched the first time around? I've had enough of Rachel to last me 3 lifetimes so there's no effing way I'd want to start a new show that I know going in will center around someone as insufferable as her.

No Klaine = no me. Its a simple equation. I don't think C would ever want to work with RIB again so no C = no Kurt so I'm out. You cannot recast them because no one else will have the chemistry that C and D shared as Klaine which is what made them special. We all know there are people out there capable of giving Klaine well written and meaningful stories to tell but those people do not include the ones who created them in the first place. The idea of someone else getting praised and cheered online for giving Klaine the kinds of moments they deserved would be such a massive hit to the oversized ego of RM that I don't see it happening.

I truly don't know who would watch this except for the Rachel and LM stans who think both are perfect angels. This is a bad idea that doesn't need to happen. Its nothing more than a pathetic attempt to relive old glory and the irony of it all is that the person wanting to go back is the one responsible for the original show's own downfall.

[centroverted]

Getting to know your BL mutuals - 2022 Edition

Simple, answer the questions. @ some people. Include the tag 'g2ky BL Mutuals 2022'

ooo thank you for the tag @killerandhealerqueen, I've watched more bls than I remember this year so this will be fun trying to remember

What has been the BL that took you by surprise this year?

Oh geez, okay. Starting out with a tough one. Hm I'm going to go with Kinnporsche. Some people had been waiting a couple of years for it, while I didn't hear about it until I think a couple of months before it aired, so I went into it not expecting nearly as much as some others. Yet I'm still obsessed with it even months after it finished, so that really should go to show enough of how I feel about it.

What has been the BL that you felt disappointed with this year?

This is an even harder one. I think the one thing that comes to mind is Love In The Air. Now don't get me wrong, I really love it. But the ending pushed aside one couple for the other (again, I absolutely love that couple, but surely they could have tried to maybe start the second couple earlier so we could still have a focus on both of them for the second half of the show? This opinion of mine doesn't go for the plot itself though, as the show itself was really great and Fort and Peat deserve awards, honestly.

What has been your favorite BL this year?

I'm probably going to mention KinnPorsche to many times today, but oh well, yeah KinnPorsche has definitely been my favorite. I went into it only knowing about Kinn×Porsche, and yet came out completely obsessed with Vegas×Pete and Kim×Chay, who I didn't find out were actual things that happened until I was a couple of episodes into the show. Edit: That being the first episode Kim and Vegas appears, because if I'm honest they totally fit into the type of characters I love and I therefore fell for them the first second they were on my screen.

Favorite BL couples (not just 2022).

I'm just going to list a couple here, not in any particular order. Wangxian, VegasPete, KimChay, PrapaiSky, my brain is suddenly blanking on my ships, Gun×White, Yuezhi (did I get that right?), I know I'm missing some but I'm going to leave it at that.

If you had to suggest a BL for someone what would it be?

Oh this is hard. I want to say KinnPorsche but there's certain scenes that I-yeah maybe let's not introduce someone to bl with those scenes, hm? So my answer is Not Me. I never finished the last two episodes so I have to go rewatch it and finish that, but it was one it's way (if not already there) to one of my favorite bl's.

What's your non-BL favorite for this year?

Is it bad if I say that I haven't really watched many? Sandman was really good and I'm looking forward to s2, The Vampire Academy was alright for a book to show adaptation, I'm still in my Buddie (911) era.

Alright, I wrote too much so now I'm out. I'm always too nervous to tag people, but there's certain mutuals of mine who might see this, so if you do see this (and read all the way to the end) then I tag you~

[writinghyperobsession]

Dream

Sorry if this is a bit confusing or something, it came to me in a dream. I’m not joking. I saw a less detailed version of this in a dream a few days week month+ ago. My brain just likes to remind me of how lonely I am with dreams like this (this was not a first instance of this, maybe I will write from other dreams if I find a file where I wrote down their plot). Anyway, enjoy the read!

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The symphony of the storm was not letting up. Rain’s relentless drumming was momentarily interrupted by the bass of thunder. The only light in the living room was a lamp standing next to the large sofa. The sofa itself was in the color of burgundy and its sides stretched forward, in a shape of C, granting room to sit with legs laid on the sofa. 

On one of the sides closer to the lamp sat Alice. She stretched her legs before her, using the extra space. Her attire is simple but no less enchanting. Dark blue jeans stretched to her ankles where they were replaced by socks with cute cat motive. Her jumper was full of colors and patterns that combined into a chaotic rainbow.

Alice frowned while her deep brown eyes flied over a text at her tablet and pushed up one of few pins that held her long dark hair.

William walked in with two teacups, snacks and an old book on a tray. He put the tray on a coffee table and sat down. His slender frame was covered by a simple clean t-shirt and pair of jeans .

“Something happened?” William asked after seeing Alice's worried face.

“Aah, nothing world ending” answered Alice, “just that, all the train departures in the next two hours were canceled or postponed. Just wrote to my parents about that.”

“Look at the bright side, at least you are not getting soaked outside.” Will tried to cheer her up “And I found an extra copy of Sorrows of Young Werther.” ~It’s a good thing that my parents are such fans of the Romantic movement.~

“Great, now I don't have to go to the library tomorrow. And how will we mention this part of our project?” Alice pointed at her tablet.

Will carefully scooted closer, closing the distance between them, and leaned to Alice to get rid of an annoying reflection of lamp on the tablet. ~ I’m a bit too close, but it can’t be helped ~ ”Suicides? Well that sure won’t be fun. We could split it, one of us talks about it broadly and the other one mentions specific examples. Which part would you like more?” He asks and straightens his body, creating a bit of distance between them. ~ Even more dates we will have to memorize ~

Alice thinks for a moment. “I guess I could take the specific examples as you already have a lot of dates and such in your parts.”

“Okay” Back of the book cracked as William opened it and started reading through the pages. For a moment the only thing that could be heard was the turning of the pages and the storm outside.

“Looks like we will have to add few meanings of the old English words for better understanding of our audience” stated William after he stopped his quick inspection of the book

“Do you have some examples?”

“Yeah, right here the usage of yoke could be hard to understand without the context.” William pointed at the page

“Lemme see.” Says Alice as she scoots closer and starts reading the paragraph above William’s finger. Slowly she lays her head down on Will’s shoulder. “Maybe, we could put it as a footnote in the lower part of the projection.”

“Yeeaah” Will slowly says as he looks on Alice ~What?! That’s touch too much! What am I going to do?~ He looks back at the book and starts talking quickly: “So, how much time do you think we need to read the whole book?”

“Let’s give it a week. We have more than enough time to make the project afterwards” Alice answers, without lifting her head. 

“Week is convenient for me too” affirms Will glancing at Alice again ~Looks like I will have to roll with this.~  “And what about ….

Will wakes up, sitting on a couch. ~I must have fallen asleep.~ He hazily looks at the clock. It’s 8 pm. He’s about to start cleaning the tray before him when he’s reminded of the situation. Alice still has her head on his shoulder and she has fallen asleep similarly to him. ~Well … now what? I don’t want to disturb her but I can’t really do anything now. But at the other side, this feels pretty peaceful~

Luckily (or not) for Will, Alice wakes up while this conundrum weighs on his mind.

“What time is it?” she asks “8 pm? I have to check the trains”

Alice quickly boots up her tablet and checks the timetable. “Station was closed down because of the heavy rains!? Now how will I get home?!”

“Well, you can stay ,if you want.” suggested Will

“Really, won’t your parents mind or something?”

“Don’t worry, they wouldn’t leave somebody in need without help. And they are at a conference so there’s a free bed” Explains Will.

To be continued… maybe :3

[cupidssorbett]

Face fucking.

Characters included: Simon “Ghost” Riley.(This was a special request!)

Includes: Face-fucking(duh), Praise, Literally no plot babes, AFAB but no assigned pronouns or looks, NOT PROOFED.

Art: Dopanin.

Word count: 655.

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

It was a simple request, a request that had an ache settling between your thighs. Carefully you sat on your knees looking up at him as she made work on his belt and jeans, “You sure you’re alright with this?” Simons deep voice rumbled snapping you back, you nodded, “Mhm mhm, I’m sure, honest .” You looked back up at him fully, his eyes searched yours behind his balaclava before he let out a slight chuckle.

“You’re too good to me sometimes I swear..” he trailed off slightly, his pants and boxers came down just enough for his cock to spring free, a bead of precum coming from the red flushed tip. Leaning forward to find a spot between his legs best she could. Plant a soft kiss to the tip, eliciting a groan from him, those eyes fluttering down to look at you to find you looking right back. God he loved it.

Putting a gloved hand on the back of your head he slowly pushed you down to the hilt earning soft gags from you, some tears pricking against your eyes. “There ya go..doin’ damn good.” He murmured muffled by his mask. Once you got a little used to it he began to move your head gently, hands entangled in your head or resting on it, bucking his hips ever so slightly.

He started out easy, then he became desperate, the warmth of your mouths and your soft hums and gags. He began to speed up his movements and his rutting into your mouth, drool beginning to pool at the sides of your mouth. Tears pricking your eyes and dripping over, bracing your hands on his thighs, digging your nails in slightly.

“Fuck..So damn warm.” Simon huffed out as he bucked into your mouth as your nose tickled his pelvis. Earning another gag from you that had his head lolling back lightly before he focused and his eyes came back to you, what a sight.

After a few more minutes of calculated thrusts some harsh and fast and some slow and steady, before you patted his thigh for air, it took a moment then he lift you off, as you gasped for air. His gloved hand coming down to wipe down drool from your lips, “Your so damn pretty like this darling.” He hummed sure or his statement.

You let out a soft laugh before eventually catching your breath and settling back into your spot, nodding to him once again, letting him settle your mouth around it and back to the hilt, giving you a moment to find a steady breathing pattern through your nose. And once you looked at him he got it, starting a soft and slow pace.

It was one that was gentler compared to him normally, the way he murmured some praises had you rocking softly against the floor for some friction and that caught his attention earning a rumble of a groan and a buck of his hips. That’s when that coil started to form in his stomach, his dick twitching softly in your mouth.

“Fuck m’close, doin’ good there sweetheart.” He huffed out looking at you with those eyes, causing you to hum back earning another groan and gruff exhale, before his pace became faster and harder, drool pooling again, tears streaking your cheeks softly as you gripped onto his thighs, his gloved hands weaved into your hair gagging and humming around his cock.

Then you looked at him with those eyes and it sent him, cumming hot ropes down your throat with a strangled ‘fuck’ from his lips as he stilled you, his breathing in shallow exhales slowly moving you off his length watching as you swallowed best you could coughing lightly.

He reached down to wipe from from your lips groaning when you licked it off gently, “So..Was it good?” You asked softly as he looked down at you.

“You have no idea.”