#and then some of the weight is taken on by the belt instead. maybe

[sneakobee]

My mind for the past 3ish hours. It haunts me

[itsmealaiah]

Change

(close as i could get to a johnnie kissing photo besides jake im sorry 😭)

Summary: when johnnie is too exhausted to be dominant during sex after a long day, you help him instead.

TW: handjob, profanity, AFAB reader, dirty talk, sucking off, head (m rec), p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't do that 🖤), riding sub johnnie, overstimulation (m rec)

Request: Hiii Could you do a johnnie fic where he's super submissive and needy, also with edging maybe

Rating: 18+, mdni

WC: 1.5k

Johnnie, a short, lanky man, trudged wearily through the door of your shared apartment. His short, dark hair was disheveled, and his normally sharp features were drawn and pale from exhaustion. He'd been editing all day, his mind constantly racing. Now, all he wanted was to relax and unwind, to shed the weight of his responsibilities and be taken care of for once.

As he stepped into the living room, he spotted you, sitting on the couch.

Perfect.

Johnnie let out a long, weary sigh and made his way over to the couch, collapsing onto it with a heavy thud. "God, I'm beat," he muttered, stretching his legs out in front of him. He glanced over at you, his expression softening.

You smiled warmly, setting aside the book you'd been reading. "aw babe. How was your day?" You asked, making sure your voice was gentle and soothing.

He sighed again, rubbing his eyes before looking up at you. "It was… intense. I feel like my brain is fried." He yawned widely, revealing his sharp teeth. "I just need some rest and… attention." His voice trailed off, his cheeks flushing slightly.

You nodded understandingly, moving closer to him on the couch. "Well, I'm here for you. Why don't we start with a massage?" You offered, reaching out to gently knead the knots in his shoulders. "That always helps me relax."

Johnnie moaned softly, his muscles relaxing under your skilled hands. "Mm, that feels good…" He let his head fall back, closing his eyes as he reveled in the sensation. "You're so good at this." He breathed out shakily, his cock beginning to stiffen beneath his pants. "You really know how to take care of me."

As your fingers dug deeper, you could feel his body begin to unwind. "Do you want me to keep going?" You asked, leaning closer to him. "Or would you like something else?" You let your hand slip lower, tracing circles around his hardening erection through his clothes.

He let out a soft groan, arching his back. "Yes, please," he murmured, his hips moving involuntarily toward your hand. "I… I could use a little more attention." His voice was breathy and needy. "I'm so tired of being in charge all the time."

You smiled sympathetically, understanding his need for release. "Don't worry," you assured him. "I've got you." With that, you stood up and stripped off your shirt, revealing your toned, muscular chest. You knelt down in front of him, undoing his top and pushing it off his shoulders. His erection sprang free, straining against the fabric of his pants.

You reached down and undid his belt, then slowly pulled down the zipper. His cock sprang out, already leaking precum. You took it in your hand, feeling its weight and heat as you stroked it slowly. "Just relax," you murmured, leaning in to kiss the tip of his cock. "Let me take care of you."

Johnnie moaned, arching his back further into your touch. "God, yes…" he breathed, his hips beginning to move in time with your strokes. "I've been so tense all day… I need this." He tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer as you continued to stroke him expertly.

You looked up at him, catching his eye. His pupils were dilated, his lips parted in a soft, slack expression of pleasure. "Do you want me to stop?" you asked, teasingly.

He shook his head, a groan escaping his lips. "No, keep going…" He gripped the couch cushion beneath him as your strokes became faster and more urgent. "I'm so close…" He gasped, his hips bucking wildly as he came, hot cum spilling over your hand and onto his stomach.

You continued to stroke him, helping him through his orgasm, until he lay panting and spent beneath you. "There you go," you whispered, leaning forward to kiss him tenderly. "That's better." You wiped your hand on the couch cushion, making sure to get all the cum off.

Johnnie smiled weakly, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "Thank you… I needed that." He looked down at his semi-hard cock, still twitching slightly. "You really know how to… take care of me."

You smiled back, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having helped him relax. "I'm glad I could," you said, moving back to sit beside him on the couch. "But you're still pretty wound up. Maybe we should..try again?." you asked with a wicked grin.

Johnnie's eyes widened, and he let out a shaky breath. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to overdo it…"

You took his hand in yours and squeezed gently. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're taken care of," you assured him. "And I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it." You leaned in closer, kissing him softly on the lips before kissing down to his v line, leaving a trail of kisses.

As you took him into your mouth, you could feel his cock harden even more in your hand. You sucked gently at first, teasing him, before increasing the intensity and speed. You let your tongue dance around the head, flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves. His hips bucked, and he let out a hoarse moan. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling gently as he surrendered to the sensation.

You could feel the heat emanating from his cock as you took him deeper, the salty taste of his precum filling your mouth. He thrust into your mouth, meeting your rhythm, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The muscles in his thighs tensed, and his balls drew up tight against his body. You could feel the impending release building inside of him, and you redoubled your efforts, determined to send him over the edge.

With a low growl, he came, pulsing hot cum into your mouth. You swallowed greedily, relishing the taste as he trembled and twitched beneath you. When he finally regained his breath, he looked down at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire. "holy shit" he began, before trailing off, unable to find the words.

You smiled up at him, your cheeks still flushed from the effort of taking him so deep. "You taste so good," you murmured, running your tongue over your lips. His cock twitched in your hand, still hard. How the fuck was he? Whatever. "you're not done yet. I bet you have a lot more energy to give." You guided his cock into you, sliding up and down, creating a rhythm.

His eyes widened as he looked up at you, and he groaned, thrusting harder. His hands found purchase on your hips, gripping tightly as he began to move in earnest, fucking your pussy with long, hard strokes. You moaned around him, meeting his rhythm, taking him deeper with every thrust. His cock felt impossibly thick inside of you, stretching you to the limit. The friction between your bodies was almost unbearable, but in the best possible way.

As you moved together, you could feel the tension building inside of him again, his thrusts becoming more urgent. You leaned in, kissing him deeply, your tongue dancing with his as he held you close. His hands moved up to cup your breasts, squeezing them roughly. You arched your back, pressing your nipples against his palms as you rode him harder. The sensation of him filling you, of being so completely stretched by him, was exquisite.

He moaned into your neck, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust harder. His cock seemed to swell inside you, filling every inch of your tight channel. You could feel him building towards his climax, the tension growing with every thrust. You wanted nothing more than to bring him to the edge, to feel him spill his release deep inside you.

You began to rock your hips, meeting his thrusts with an urgency that mirrored his own. You reached down between your legs, rubbing your clit roughly as you felt your own orgasm building. The sensation of him inside you, the friction of your skin against his, was almost too much to bear. You arched your back, crying out his name as you came, your body shuddering with pleasure.

As your orgasm subsided, you felt him lose control, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate. His cock throbbed inside you, and with a hoarse cry, he emptied himself, filling you with hot cum. His weight pressed down on you, his breath hot on your neck as he came down from the high. For a moment, you could feel the aftershocks of his orgasm pulsing through your body as well.

You lay there, spent and satisfied, as he caught his breath. His cock twitched inside you, softening but not yet retreating. He rolled off you, onto his back, and pulled you into his arms. You nestled your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. "God, I love you," he murmured, his voice still breathless. "you fuck so good." You wrapped your arms around him, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours.

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[ohnococo]

Fight Night Sukuna: An Infodump

I’ve put together a bit of a Fight Night info dump thanks to the cute Sukuna cat video made by @ehnonymousse (and me going through some of my character notes to write a request for MMA Sukuna) . These are in no specific order/format - just however I pulled them from my notes and some random observations!

Under a cut for length 💛

Sukuna doesn’t actually dislike junk food as much as he tends to claim, but he’s not in his 20s anymore and is already large and bulky enough that he has to be strict with his diet to make weight before fights. If he ate how he truly wanted he’d have no chance. Still, he indulges between fights and as a result gets a little soft around the middle. His lower abs are slightly obscured by a rounded stomach (though it takes a lot more than that for his Adonis belt to lose prominence) and his pecs get softer. That being said even when he’s at his leanest he doesn’t have that hard muscle. He does when flexing, yes, but it’s soft when he’s not.

He has a definite sweet tooth, but prefers bitter flavours with his sweet like dark chocolate and coffee. Had he taken reader out to the cafe we see in Chapter 5 when he wasn’t in the process of eating clean and cutting weight, we would have definitely seen him ordering their take on maritozzi, filled with coffee cream.

I’ll just pop screenshots in to make referencing it easy, but as far as Sukuna was concerned he and reader were dating while they were fucking around and partying together. He hadn’t necessarily intended that last night as a goodbye, just a break to messing around like that because he needed to train and be clean for potential random drug tests.

But those feelings, and showing them in a way other than strictly physically, were new to him and he doesn’t realize he and reader isn’t on the same page until this exchange in Chapter 5:

The “sounds like you’re asking me on a date” throws him because, well, as far as he was concerned every night out after the first was a date. That effectively confirms his suspicions that yeah, maybe doing drugs and drinking and fucking all night doesn’t exactly come across as “hey i’m boyfriend material” to most people.

On that note when Sukuna sees he isn’t in reader’s phone under his name, and instead as 👹👑, he’s actually hurt. But he doesn’t really address those types of things when he’s several hours in to filling his body with all kinds of things that obscure his judgement so he deals with that hurt the best way he knows how that isn’t violence: with his dick.

Sukuna was actually really excited to fight Toji. They’d done an entertaining amount of trash talking in press leading up to the fight, and Sukuna loves that shit. Plus it’s not often he gets to fight someone as tricky as Toji.

Also Sukuna knows reader has been looking him up online during Chapter 6 at the frozen yogurt place when they say Toji’s name. Sukuna had never mentioned his name specifically.

The first time Sukuna and reader have sex sober, at his house in Chapter 4, solidifies to Sukuna that he is absolutely down bad. In a way he’d thought his usual indifference would return after some time away, but it only makes him realize he doesn’t want to have that kind of distance again.

Sukuna sort of lazily sliding his fingers inside of reader after sex is a type of comfort thing for him. Think of it as the opposite of the implied awkward feeling that comes with post-nut clarity. He feels accepted, and likes basking in that afterglow as he remind himself he was inside of you and left something behind.

He loves having his scalp rubbed and his hair tugged, it gives him goosebumps. Like he literally pays for scalp massages, he loves it that much.

[lieslab]

Northern attitude

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Pairing: Changbin X gn reader

Summary: You've been raised to be resilient and unbreakable your whole life, but when the neighborhood stray kitten loses its life in an accident, your walls crumble and you fall apart.

Genre: Comfort/hurt

Word Count: 3K

Trigger warning: Verbal and physical child abuse, animal death, brief mention of animal abuse, PTSD episode, and a dead parent joke.

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Stoicism wasn’t something you learned overnight. It was something that grew deep inside of you over time. Every hardship, you met it with a blank face. You took it in a determined stride and kept your dignity intact. 

Growing up with your family was rough. Learning that crying was a weakness instead of a way to get out pent up feelings had done massive amounts of damage. You never let yourself cry. It was the one thing you were always proud of yourself for. 

You didn’t cry, you didn’t break, and you stood tall. You were unreadable when it came to your emotions. You could get told awful news and it didn’t bother you. You taught yourself how to stand with your back straightened and your chin up. 

You taught yourself how to let the current of words flow through you. You never took words to heart or maybe you did. Perhaps you did and you let your heart soak up the words, but you never let yourself grieve. 

To be strong was to be brave and to be brave was perfection. Life was often filled with the echoes of family members and their threats. “You wanna cry? I’ll give you something to cry about.” It was usually met by some type of physical punishment. 

It’s funny how things from childhood fade, but sometimes the past voices never do. Elementary school friendships can become blurry, but the angry words of your father thrown at your face on a random Sunday stick to you like glue. 

It’s hard to experience sympathy for those who didn’t grow up the same way. Sometimes it’s hard to see eye-to-eye with the rest of the world. Sure you grew up difficult and in a mess of a household, but you didn’t cry like a lot of people did. Your habits were set in stone. 

You folded to your father’s wishes. Even as an adult, you didn’t cry. When you broke apart on the inside and crumbled, you didn’t mourn. You buried the grief, along with more dejection, deep in the depths of your heart. 

Your heart was like Pandora’s box. Who knew what awaited for the person that opened it. You didn’t think too much about it. Eventually, those inner demons would fade away and you’d busy yourself with other things. 

Bury yourself in mountains of work or go out to exercise. Sprint on a treadmill until your calves are on fire or lift weights until your muscles scream. It always managed to do the trick. 

In fact, it worked a little too well. In a matter of months, you whipped yourself into the best shape of your life. The gym was where you met your boyfriend. You had never met anyone quite like Changbin before. 

Changbin didn’t run away from his emotions. He allowed himself to feel what he felt and he allowed himself to sit in them and experience them. Similar to you, sometimes he let them fuel him at the gym.

He did a lot more than that though. Sometimes he placed them into his music or threw them into dancing. You admired him for that. There was so much to Seo Changbin that you didn’t quite understand. 

It’s not like you didn’t sympathize with him, you did. All the times he came home upset or something happened and he got sad, you couldn’t understand why he allowed himself to cry. 

If your father would have raised Changbin, his tears would have been beaten out of him. How many times would he have been spanked with a wooden board until his tears dried? How many belt whips would it have taken before his body felt numb?

“No child of mine will grow up to be a sissy.” 

You didn’t know how to comfort someone crying. You were raised as an only child, so you didn’t have a choice amongst your childhood grief. Not even your mother was there to coddle you and wipe away the remainders of tears from your cheeks. 

Every time Changbin cried, you stood beside him awkwardly patting his shoulder. It wasn’t something someone had taught you. You always dealt with your emotions by yourself. It was so unfamiliar and foreign; the warmth of Changbin’s salty tears on your chest. 

When he grabbed you and cried into your chest, you let him. All you could do was wrap your arms around him and let him grieve. You never got to experience how he comforted you because you never cried around him. 

You laughed and you smiled. You openly experienced your happiness, but you locked your sadness away. Every time he poked around asking about it, you changed the topic. It was something you didn’t like to talk about; the only topic you flat out refused to discuss. 

However, lately things had been shifting in your life. It started with your co-worker being fired from their job. You were close to them, so it was difficult to come to work without their upbeat attitude. 

The wave of destruction continued with another friend of yours. After a freak accident while out on a hike, they were killed. It crushed your heart, but you continued to stay strong. You had to be, it’s what your father told you and it’s what your mother agreed upon. 

Your heartstrings were stretching thin. How much could they stretch before they broke and your heart shattered in your chest? How much more grief could you swallow before your glass lungs cracked? 

It all came to a stand still in the middle of the week. You had just returned home from the pet store with two small glass dishes and a collar. One bowl was for water and the other was for kitten food. After doing hours of research, you decided to somewhat adopt the newest neighborhood stranger. 

A tiny gray kitten had been abandoned by someone. As much as you wanted to bring it inside, you couldn’t, not with Changbin’s cat allergies. His company needed him to be in tip-top shape for rapping and singing. A kitten in the house would destroy that and make him miserable. 

You opted to take care of the kitten outside on your own terms. You played with it, you pet it, and you fed and watered it. After you messed with him, you changed your clothes, dropped them into a separate hamper to wash them without Changbin’s clothes, and you took a shower. When he kept coming back to your backyard, you decided to claim him as your own. 

The sky blue collar was going to go great with his fur coat. You even got a tag with your phone number on it in case someone wanted to know more about him. You had even picked out a name for him. 

You were so excited to share your purchases with Changbin. He was so happy to have the kitten, even if he couldn’t interact with him. A few nights ago, he opened up the back door and watched you play with the cat through the screen door. 

You were grinning and laughing while you teased the cat with a stick. The small kitten kept batting his tiny paws and trying to catch it. Right when he was about to, you jerked the stick just out of reach.

Behind you, Changbin’s affectionate laugh filled the air. It delighted you for nearly an hour. The two of you were smitten with the kitten. It had been the highlight of every evening for the past two weeks. 

It all came to a tragic end as you stopped your car a few feet before your driveway. The tiny gray kitten you opened your heart to sat in the middle of the road unmoving. You parked your car and got out as fast as you could, but it was too late. Someone had run over the kitten and drove away. 

You stared at the dead kitten in shock. The stars had fallen from the sky. The sun wasn’t shining anymore, despite its rays piercing the sky from above your head. You sucked in a defeated breath and trudged back to your car with your head down. 

Cats used to be the thing your father couldn’t stand. He hated animals with a burning passion. He was stronger than them and he used that to his advantage. The last pet you had as a kid, your mother got rid of because she found your father kicking it around the house. 

You pulled into the driveway, but you didn’t get out. Tears burned in your eyes and you blinked rapidly. The smell of the cigarettes that your father used invaded your nose. Your fingers curled into your palms. 

His voice began to echo in your head. You could still feel the stings from where items bit into your skin. The nip of a cold belt buckle in the middle of your spine. The lash of an angry board on the back of your thighs. 

Your head curled into the steering wheel. Your brain was remembering everything. Your hands shielded your head, but that didn’t stop the flashbacks. It didn’t stop fight or flight from activating and it didn’t stop the feeling of failure weighing heavily on you as tears crept into your eyes. 

Everything was slipping through your fingers and falling out of control. The metal rails of strength that you cemented inside of yourself were rumbling. The kitten was the spark that lit the fuse inside of you. 

You could feel the catastrophe igniting every bone. Your brain screamed at you. All you remember was plugging your ears and letting out your own scream as your father’s voice echoed in your head. 

The past constricted around you like a snake. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t do anything, but scream and hope it went away. 

The next thing you knew, your car door was being ripped open. The sudden force shifted your arm that was against the driver’s side window. You jerked your hands from your ears and swung frantically trying to keep the person away. 

“Woah, woah, woah!” Changbin cried out. He stepped back and jerked his hands away with wide eyes. “What’s going on?” 

“Changbin?” You choked out. 

“I’m right here. What’s wrong, baby? Are you okay?” 

He must not have seen the kitten yet. The dead kitten. The memory of its small body sprawled out limp on the pavement caused tears to build up again. Did it die instantly? Was the grim reaper merciful when it came to the innocent and defenseless creatures?

A choked out sob fell from your lips. Changbin watched you with worry. The two of you dated for months and not once had he seen you cry, let alone break down like this. 

“Oh, what happened? What happened, baby? Talk to me.” He leaned back towards the car and gently placed a hand on your thigh. 

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You snapped as you shoved his hand away. 

He jerked it back instantly with a hurt look. The moment you saw it, you couldn’t stop the tears from dripping down your cheeks. “I-I’m sorry, just don’t hurt me. Please, I’m sorry, I’ll stop crying.” 

Frantically, you pawed at your own tears. It felt like someone took a baseball bat to his heart. That was the worst thing you could have said. Your actions afterwards caused his heart to physically ache. 

He didn’t know for sure, but he always had a feeling that you might have gone through some type of abuse as a kid. There were certain ways you reacted to things. You turned your face away at harrowing news and refused to let it bother you. You stiffened when he held his arms out for a hug. You flinched at loud noises and nobody he knew acted like that unless they experienced some sort of trauma. 

“Can I touch you? I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to comfort you.” 

You sniffled and shrugged. You weren’t sure what you wanted when you were like this. It was still unfamiliar and made you feel uneasy. 

“Can I hug you?” 

You responded with a nod and Changbin tugged you into his arms gently. In your neighborhood, it was a miracle that everyone else was inside. Surely, someone would have come to investigate if they saw you like this. 

“What’s wrong?” He reached up and carefully wiped away your tears with the warmth of his thumb. 

“T-The kitten,” you got out, “s-someone h-hit-” You couldn’t finish your sentence. The words became too choked up in your throat. 

Changbin’s face fell. You didn’t have to finish the sentence, he already understood what you meant. “I’m so sorry.” 

“And my friend, they’re dead. M-My other friend, they’re not-” Tears blurred your vision, but Changbin kept dabbing at them with his hands. 

“I know, I know. Life can be hard sometimes, right? You’re really going through hell right now. I can’t fix it entirely, but I can be here for you. I’ll be here as long as you want me to be.” 

“You’re not mad at me for crying?” 

“I could never be mad at you for crying! I always cry! I’m one of the biggest cry babies out there. There’s nothing wrong with crying and being vulnerable.” 

“My dad said it makes you weak.” 

“Well, no offense, but he sounds like a dick. Crying is so brave and it makes you so strong.” He wiped away a few more tears. “I bet you feel so much better now that you cried, right?”

You nodded.  

“See? There’s nothing wrong with crying every now and then. The best people cry sometimes.” 

“Like you?” 

“Well, I was going to say like Felix. He’s sensitive and he cries a lot, but I love him. You’re allowed to be sensitive too. It doesn’t change my love for you.” 

“I don’t know how I feel about crying.” Another sniffle fell from you. Shockingly, you really did feel better. All those pent up emotions trapped inside you had finally been released. 

“When was the last time you cried?” 

All you could do was shrug your shoulders. Changbin reached over, kissed your forehead, and pulled away. “It’s probably been years,” you finally admitted. “My dad used to beat me for crying.” 

“Is it wrong to beat him up for beating you?” 

“He’s dead now, so unless you have plans to beat up a canister of ashes.” 

A half snort and half laugh spurted from his mouth. He quickly shoved a hand over his face. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” 

“It’s alright, he was an asshole anyway.” 

Changbin let out a sigh and nodded. His hand found yours and he squeezed it. “Really though, it’s shitty you had to go through that. I’m sorry life has been such an asshole to you lately too.” 

“I’m sure I’ll get over it, but it hurts.” 

“Yes, but there’s nothing wrong with grieving.” He swiped a thumb beneath your eyes to gather the last tears. “There’s nothing wrong with experiencing this sadness for a while. You can mourn the things you once had.” 

“Thank you,” you finally got out. 

“For what?” 

“Not beating me until I can’t sit on my ass for crying.” 

“Hey, I would never do that! The only thing you’re going to get from me is waddling because we fu-” 

“Changbin!” You cut him off while laughing. 

He grinned at the sight of your eyes scrunching up. The corners of your mouth went up into a smile. He let out one of his own laughs. You shook your head and playfully rolled your eyes. 

When the laughing died down, the two of you were left in silence again. You dropped your gaze down and spoke up. “I really am going to miss that kitten though. I didn’t know him for long, but I loved him. I love cats.” 

Changbin paused for a moment before his face lit up. “I have a great idea. Let me just text Lee Know real quick.” He jerked out his phone and began to frantically text. 

“Lee Know?” 

“Yeah, you know, my band member.” 

“I know that, but why?” 

“He has three cats. You can go hang out with him and play with his cats. Trust me, he won’t mind.” 

“I don’t want to invade his space.” 

“He loves to talk about them like they’re his kids. This will give him a chance to brag about them. Plus, they stay at his parents house, so you’ll be able to meet his parents too.” 

“Okay, but what about you?” 

“I’ll come with you.” 

“You’re allergic to cats,” you pointed out. 

“Well, yeah, but it’s Soonie, Doongie, and Dori. They’re practically celebrities. One minor allergic reaction is worth it to pet them. Plus, Lee Know’s mom makes really good food.” 

“I still don’t think it’s a good id-” 

“Start the car, baby! Minho said we could come over!” He gleefully giggled as he rushed to the other side of the car and climbed in. “I’ll give you the directions! Let’s go!” His loud voice raised the energy in the car. He rushed to buckle his seat belt. 

You hesitated until he urgently insisted you to go again. You sighed, but did what you were told. Changbin pulled out his phone and began texting again while he bounced up and down. 

The studio wasn’t that far away. He’d have Chan and a few of the other guys come bury the kitten with stuff from the garage. Later, he could help you set up a memorial for the tiny kitten who left a big imprint on your heart. For now, he was just happy to see you smile at his infectious energy.

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[spookyspecterino]

hey, I love your writing so much!!! pls can we have a fic of the moment sam realises he is in love with the captain 🥺 I imagine he’d probs suppress his feelings in the beginning out of concern for cora but has a moment where he realises & wants to say something but doesn’t know how 😭

I know this ask is a few months old and I'm so sorry it's taken me this long to get here. My motivation has been rock bottom these last few months lately.

I did the ol "5 times this man thinks he's in love with you and the first time he tells you" kinda deal. Hope you like it <3

GN!Dusty/Captain x Sam Coe | No warnings, it's all fluff

The first time Sam thought he might be in love with his Captain was when he saw them picking up books from a dusty library in an abandoned facility. The old things were practically falling out of your arms, scattering across the floor, and undoubtedly slowing you down.

He picks up the books you’ve dropped, following behind you as you try and make room in your outfit.

“What’re these for?” He asks, holding them patiently as you stuff a book (or two) into your belt.

“If I told you, you’d think I’m a softie.”

“Oh no…” Sam laughs. “You’re spoiling her.”

Your smile isn’t as well hidden as you think. “I’m aiding her education.”

“She’s already taking college level classes.” He hands you another book and watches as you shove it down your shirt.

“It’s either this or giving her money. And no, I won’t take neither as an option.”

“Didn’t think you would.”

He opens his mouth to say more, maybe to scold you for trying to break your back. But something in your eyes stops him, it’s a certain glitter and that little quirk of a smile. It’s enough to drive him crazy and instead of allowing himself to smile he looks away.

“Ok, I’m good.” You slowly stand up straight, swaying a little and trying to balance the added weight. “Let’s get out of here.”

His rough sounding retort is perhaps a shield for himself. A carefully constructed wall. “Just don’t make me carry you out of here if you end up breaking an ankle.”

Your laugh makes it all the harder. “Oh, yee of little faith.” A pause, maybe a heartbeat in length. “You wouldn’t heroically carry your captain out of here?”

He still won’t look at you. “With all those books? I’d break my back.”

“Don’t lie, you’d do it.”

He shakes his head, turning himself around to check behind. The facility was empty, completely cleared, he was doing it so you didn’t see his grin.

- - -

The second time Sam thought he might be in love with his Captain was when he slammed his fist down on the comms console, ending a fight with Lillian. He leans over the flashing board, closing his eyes to shut it all out. To try and regain some notion of control.

Another button lights up—it’s Lillian, calling back to have the final word. As she usually does. He can’t do this anymore and he doesn’t know how to say it. He’s about to press that button, about to let her have the final word just so he can get some goddamn rest, when a hand on his shoulder stops him.

“Hey.”

It’s you. Amazing, wonderful, infuriating you. Always here when he needs you the most and always here to complicate his feelings more.

“She just…” He spits out, finger resting on the button. A little push would open the comms with Lillian again.

“Yeah, I know.” You wrap your arm around his shoulder. Not quite a hug, but still supportive. “Want me to talk to her?”

To your absolute credit it makes him chuckle, albeit a little dryly. “What would you say?”

“Roadkill Cafe. You kill it, we grill it!”

He removes his finger from the button, turning to look at you from over his shoulder. “What?”

“Mhm. Oh, my other favorite one is ‘Mule Barn. Head ass speaking!’ Just to really throw her off.”

It’s so absurd he genuinely laughs. “I’m almost tempted to let you, just to see what she would say.”

“She’d probably hang up.” You lean against him—god you’re warm. “Problem solved.”

Rubbing a hand over his face he can’t help but smile. “Don’t teach Cora any of those or that’s all she’ll ever answer with.”

“Well…”

“Don’t.” He playfully pushes into you. Your other hand wraps around him, it’s officially a hug now.

“Ok, I won’t. Scout’s honor.”

Seconds pass in silence. Sam stands in your embrace, not wanting to leave but also feeling his carefully constructed walls beginning to crumble.

“I’m gonna—” He starts, but you’re also speaking.

“Why don’t—”

Something hangs in the air, something unspoken.

Removing your arms but keeping one hand on his back you step around, flicking a few switches. The comms panel goes dark. The flashing light that is Lillian’s call blinks out with finality.

“I’m gonna take over the watch. Go get some sleep.”

“Alright.”

Sam leaves without another word. He has to, or he might say something ridiculous.

- - -

The third time he wasn’t even aware of it.

“I really do not understand your jokes, Sam.” Andreja grumbles. “Or why the captain is laughing at every single one.”

Sam scratches his beard, trying to control himself. Next to him, you’re doubled over in your chair still laughing. “You have no sense of humor, that’s all.”

“I have humor.”

“She does.” You add in, recovering. “Just when it’s about dead stuff or killing. Dad jokes aren’t her thing.”

Andreja gives Sam a triumphant look.

“Ok, ok.” Sam holds up a hand. “I’ve got another one.”

The way you lean in with a growing smile makes him pause for effect, his own smile matching yours. “Today, my son asked, ‘Can I have a bookmark?’ I burst into tears—11 years old and he still doesn’t know my name is Brian.”

And you’re back to laughing, just like that. Head thrown back and everything. The lodge is full with the sound of you. Sam can’t get enough.

“I do not understand. You do not have a son—” Andreja is looking between you and Sam, who is laughing purely from your reaction.

From the upstairs railing, Barrett leans over. “I’m not impressed, Sam. Real bottom of the barrel stuff.”

“Then why is the captain laughing so hard?” Sam calls back up to the man, motioning to you, who is still wheezing.

Barrett shakes his head. As he walks back to his room, Sam can barely hear him. “You know why.”

- - -

Sam’s walls are carefully constructed for a number of reasons. 1) He was a ranger and that’s how it’s meant to be, you can’t let anyone in and that’s a lesson that’s stuck with him; 2) he has Cora, a little girl who has enough instability in her life. She doesn’t need any more; and 3) once the wall is down it might take years to put it back up, and he just doesn’t have the time or luxury to deal with that.

But goddamn is it hard to keep the bricks together around you.

You have this way of finding a hole, an imperfection, and tunneling straight through. The universe must have sent you to him with a sledgehammer in the back of your pocket.

“Oh, oh! This is my favorite part!”

Sam didn’t even mean to start sharing his music with you. It just came up. And then you both started singing.

He’s full of this euphoria that he only feels when he and Cora do something together. And he hates it, he hates how he can’t control it either, how it bubbles to the surface when you’re around. It fills him with so much fucking joy he can’t stand it.

Every attempt at patching the hole, the little tunnel you’ve made for yourself, is subverted by you finding somewhere else to slip in. Another crack that erodes away just enough for you to fit through. His gruff words, attempts at distance, or even talking about Lillian are all met with the most heartwarming support. It really breaks a man down. Are you even aware of that? Are you aware of what you’re doing to him?

Your voice rises to a pitch that’s too high for you and it crackles with effort. Without even thinking, Sam takes the lower tone, going so deep that his throat burns. You both sound like howling lunatics. But Sam isn’t embarrassed, it feels nice.

Goddamn it—it feels great.

Something in the back of his mind urges him to pull away, to leave, to say something belittling, but he can’t bring himself to do it with the way you’re grinning and acting. Playing out the song like you’re in the band that sings it, with a touch of dramatic flare that has his mind reeling.

Another thought strikes him as he pretends to take the imaginary microphone from you and belt out the lyrics. You cheer him on singing another note that’s way too high and laughing when your voice cracks.

Maybe feeling this way isn’t a bad thing.

- - -

The fifth instance couldn’t come at a more inconvenient time.

“Reload!”

Sam picks up another missile battery and slots it into the back of the literal cannon on your shoulder. “Ready!”

Your finger pulls the trigger and the weapon hums, heating up. It grows louder on the verge of firing, and Sam presses himself against you to avoid any blowback.

The recoil is enough to jolt you both and he holds you steady. Somewhere in the distance, an explosion rocks the Spacer compound.

“Ha! How ya like that, assholes?!”

“Is taunting them the best idea?” He pulls out another battery as you both scramble back behind cover.

“You know I can’t help it, Sam.” You pant, looking absolutely alive.

He laughs, despite the knot in his stomach. “Yeah. Silly question.”

“You want to see something else silly?”

He catches the absolutely insane look in your eye and is shaking his head. “No! No, I really—"

But you’re gone after that, darting out from behind cover and sprinting toward the line of spacers.

That knot in his stomach flips and twists until all of his insides are writhing. Bullets, lasers, and everything the Spacers have are thrown your way and all Sam can do is just watch.

You’re somehow unscathed as you make it to where the Spacers are crouched. Sam is about to join you when he sees movement from rafter above. No less than four grenades are hurled at you. He stands trying to shout, but the explosion cuts him off.

It’s dead silent after. Nothing moves except the debris falling.

The spacers above retreat further into the building. Sam is up as fast as his legs can manage, even stumbling as his feet scramble over one another.

A number of horrible, gut-wrenching images flash behind his eyes as he sprints to where he last saw you. He wasn’t sure what he would find, and if he cared any less for you, he may not have lunged into action so quickly. But he did. He cared a whole hell of a lot.

When he reaches the place he saw you duck down, around some flimsy metal pieces of machinery, he sees the black scorch marks from the blast. He sees the remains of the spacers that were there a few moments ago. And he sees a dead body—for a spilt second Sam thinks this is you, but the suit colors are wrong.

It’s not you.

The body shifts and is moved to the side.

You’re underneath. Miraculously in one piece.

“Do I still have my legs?” You ask, breathless and wide-eyed.

“Yeah…” Sam is trembling, just staring at you.

You notice his strange stare. Uncertainty and a hint of fear colors your voice. “Am I missing anything else?”

“No.”

“Then why the hell are you looking at me like that?”

Because he almost lost you. Because for a few seconds he thought you were dead, and the idea of that was too much for him to imagine.

Because he loves you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

“I…” He starts, completely overwhelmed.

His world was overturning, a flurry of emotions threatened to give him whiplash. He wanted to hug you, he wanted to yell at you, he wanted to laugh and cry and scream, he wanted to devour you and leave nothing for anyone else.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you give Sam a once-over. “Are you ok?”

“Don’t…” He lets out a trembling breath. “Don’t do that again.”

- - -

It’s a normal day, a particularly boring one too, when he finally tells you.

He finds you sitting at the flight deck, reading. You don’t notice him, so enveloped in your book that the outside world isn’t a concern. You must be reading a particularly intense part; your brow is furrowed and your lips twist in that peculiar way they do when you concentrate. If he said it now, revealed the deepest—most secret—part of himself, would you even notice?

“What’s up, Sam?” You look up at him as you turn a page.

“Didn’t mean to disturb you…” he drawls. It’s a partial lie.

You keep the book open, turning it over and using your knee as a bookmark. “You’re not.” Your smile is reassuring. What’s going on?”

For a moment, he thinks about dropping it. Retreating back to that status quo, something comfortable. Back behind his walls—the walls that were barely there now, riddled with holes and gaps. You’d done your work on him.

“I uh…I needed to get something off my chest.”

You take the book and close it completely, setting it on the console. “Ok, go ahead.”

The carefully crafted list of talking points Sam had circled like angry bees in his head. He was never really a talking points kind of guy, so he threw them all out and decided to wing it instead.

“During the last fight, in the spacer compound, you were a dumbass.”

That wasn’t exactly the best way to phrase it, and he knew that. Strong start, moron.

You only smile patiently at him. “I like your honesty.”

“Well…my point to that is, after traveling with you—fighting by your side—picking up books for Cora, that she doesn’t need…” He struggles, hands moving to try and articulate what he wasn’t capable of. “I’ve come to—to not only respect you, even when you make crazy, dangerous decisions, but…”

He swallows, but finds his throat is completely dry. “I—you…” He groans, and every coherent thought flies from his mind. “You make me crazy, in the best way. I never know what’s coming next and I love that. You care for Cora, when that’s not your responsibility—you help me through all the shit with Lillian, when it’s not your problem.” He spreads his arms out. “And when you throw yourself into danger like that, I feel like I’m on the verge of losing everything.”

Your face is soft. Vulnerable. Maybe he’s gotten through to you, but he needs to say it. He won’t rest until he says it.

“You are my everything.”

Why can’t he come out and say it?

“Sam Coe.” You stand from your chair. “Are you in love with me?”

“Yes.” His answer comes out in a great whoosh of breath. This weight that’s been pressing on his chest for months is gone. He can breathe. And suddenly he can say it.

“I’m in love with you. I’ve been trying to hide it, rationalize it away, or just ignore it, but I can’t. Not anymore, not if you’re going to keep throwing yourself into grenades.”

“I won’t do that anymore.”

“You swear? Because I am too old to go through that again, next time it might kill me.”

“I swear.” You move closer to him. “When did you fall in love with me?”

Sam chuckles, scratching his neck. At this point he doesn’t register you haven’t said anything about your own feelings back to him. “When you were trying to break your back carrying all those books for Cora.”

“That feels like a lifetime ago.”

“Yeah.” He shifts his weight. “I don’t want to cause any kind of a rift between us—I really just needed to tell you how I felt.”

“I’m glad you did.” You pause, looking down at your hands. “Because this creates a pretty big conflict of interest.”

“What?”

“Well, you see, I was actually going to ask Lillian out—”

“Please tell me you’re fucking joking.”

“—and adopt Cora—”

“You’re playing a joke on me. I know you are; I can see you starting to smile.”

“—we’d all move in with Jacob—”

“For Christ sakes, you’re laughing, give it up.”

“—one big, happy—” You bust out in laughter, almost doubling over as Sam shakes his head.

He’s trying not to laugh as he turns to leave. You grab his coat sleeve. “Wait, wait. I’m sorry, you just—your face was—"

“I tell you I love you and you make that joke?” He looks down at you, holding your arms and bringing you closer to him. “Unbelievable.”

“Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t help it.” You lean your head into his chest. Your voice is muffled. “I love you too.”

“What was that?”

“I love you too.”

He leans his head down. With your face still in his chest you can’t see his shit eating grin. “Didn’t catch that. One more time?”

You look up, gritting your teeth and trying not to yell. “I. Love. You. Too."

Your faces are very close together now, a hair’s width apart. Sam is still grinning. He opens his mouth slowly.

“Sam.” You warn. “I’ll never say it again.”

“I’m going to call you on that bluff.”

You caress the side of his face before giving it a light tap. “Funny.”

“You love my jokes.”

The noise you make as you pass him is less than satisfactory. It has him trailing after you further into the ship.

“What does that mean?”

“You know what it means.”

He trails you all the way to your quarters and through the door as you invite him in.

[birdologist]

Snippet while I'm thinking about harpies.

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Bajpur Rightfoot sat bathed in the filtered sunlight of the Headges, holding a cloth-wrapped package. They were small for their age, as a tenyear or so had passed since the last of their hatch feathers; heavy layers of armor bulked out their silhouette instead. They looked completely out of place here in the green pleasure gardens.

On their feet were leather-and-steel gauntlets, covering their already sharp claws with serrated metal points. The leather of their coat was pierced by sewn-in claws, spikes, and teeth, all of which would've taken an experienced biologist to fully identify. Rows of particularly large spines were sewn into their tail-sleeve, only the bottom left sleek so they could sit comfortably on their haunches. Cinched around their waist was a belt with pouches and a portable radio looped into it. Their clothing covered almost all of their body in dusty steel and damaged leather; they even hid the bottom half of their face behind a thin, old scarf. What skin was visible was a sunbaked brown.

Most of the people who visited the Headges with any regularity wore maybe a wrap at most, allowing for the social niceties that featherlanguage allowed. Friendly, proper, polite was the game. Right was none of those. They looked like a particularly violent breed of porcupine.

Their contact was taking a while to come to the meeting, but they barely cared. It gave them time to spend alone, without feeling like they were wasting the day.

The Headges were, as one might guess, located in and on Deka's head. They were comprised of beautiful, humid gardens in some areas, and more practical racks of growing food in others. At the moment, Right sat quietly near one of the large garden-greenhouse windows. It was lightly water-crusted from the constant mist, but clear enough to get a good view of the desert far, far, far below. They wondered if they would be able to recognize any of the landmarks down there: their latest exploit had sent them up the valley Deka was now following.

"I apologize for my tardiness," Glee's voice made them turn from the window. "Keenbolt had a concern and- well, you know how he gets."

Tris Gleesong was a towering figure; in more ways than one, in Right's opinion. Most obviously, folk were lucky if they could reach Glee's shoulders. A long, heron-like neck held their head much higher. They wore an airy, frilly sort of thing around their shoulders and flank, covering some of their white-and-blue plumage. Their face was long and angular, with dark brown eyes whose gaze Right didn't mind falling under. It had been a few years since Glee was formally Right's mentor, but the two had remained good friends. They still did business, too.

"S'alright," Right said, getting to their feet with the sound of flexing leather and clinking metal.

"Oh you did find something, did you?" Glee said before Right could think of how to say the same. They reached down to take the package from Right's hands, testing the weight before pulling the cloth back a bit. They looked at it for a moment, before their brows furrowed.

"You found this where, again?"

"Tunnels in the Painted Cliffs, deep."

"Did you find anything else?"

Right looked at them for a moment, before pulling their scarf off their nose. It had registered it was probably more appropriate to have a conversation with their face visible, especially since they felt like they were about to start asking questions of their own.

"The canary started going off, so I didn't get any further in. I could go back with equipment when-"

"No, that's alright," Glee cut them off, which was out of character. Even more out of character was the slow way they continued. "Don't tell anyone else about this yet, could you?"

Right nodded, and felt maybe they shouldn't ask what Glee meant.

"Good," Glee gave them a smile, the soothing one that Right used to know things were okay between them. They wrapped the package back up, and were putting it into their own bags when they spoke again. "Would you like to eat with us tonight? Theo got some interesting things from the market before we left."

"Sure."

[interlagosed]

It was a blessedly empty locker room. Cody had hoped as much, had engineered it so; hopefully by the time he was done with this obligation, his friends would be thoroughly drunk and less concerned with Cody’s whereabouts, newly minted champion or not. And so, the locker room was quiet, and empty.

Save for one person.

Cody adjusted the belt draped over his shoulder. He had wondered what the weight of it would feel like, whether it would be foreign, uncomfortable. But even with its unwieldiness, it felt right. It had felt right from the moment he had touched it. And maybe he was thinking in metaphors, because the one person in the locker room had suddenly noticed his presence and was quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Okay,” Seth began. “This is a dumb place for you to be, champ.”

Cody grinned. It was easy to grin tonight.

“I can think of dumber places.”

Seth snorted. The tactical gear he had come out to the ring in was sitting on a bench nearby. It had clearly been put there with some care. His t-shirt was tossed more cavalierly, and Cody’s eyes fell to Seth’s bare torso. It was a grim tapestry portraying the last day, days, weeks, months of Seth’s life.

“Shit, Seth,” Cody breathed. Seth looked confused for a moment, then he smirked.

“What, this?” Seth said, gesturing expansively. He turned around, swagger in his hips, swinging his suddenly blonder hair around so Cody could see the full realm of blues and reds on Seth’s skin. Cody swallowed; he had seen Seth—had seen way too many men—in various states of undress and harm before, but this felt…personal. He felt responsible. “The marks of a hero, my man.”

“You didn’t have to.”

It wasn’t the first time Cody had said those words to Seth. Seth reacted as much. He rolled his eyes, but Cody cut him off before he could say something dismissive.

“It’s over. I did it. You– you didn’t have to.”

“I know,” Seth said, impatient and perhaps sharp. Cody could see the exhaustion in his eyes. He was wincing; movement wasn’t easy for him, and Cody could see it no matter how much Seth tried to mask it by being brash, being…Seth. “What do you want me to say? ‘Sorry I helped you become champion?’”

“‘Sorry I helped you beat Roman Reigns by offering myself up as a sacrifice,’” Cody corrected. Seth froze slightly at that. His hands were at the waistband of his trousers, for lack of anything else to worry at. Cody continued, “He could have taken the shot at me. But he didn’t. Because you were there. Looking like that.”

Seth hadn’t met his eye yet. Cody stepped closer. He lifted his belt off his shoulder.

“And you knew,” Cody said, quiet, “that there was no way in hell he would have gone for me over you if you showed up as part of the Shield. How long?”

Seth smiled, but he was still looking askance.

Cody knew he might not ever get an answer. Instead, he said, voice gentle, “You didn’t need to.”

“What if I did?” Seth said, and there was a tightness to his jaw.

“That’s your business. You don’t need to tell me your business.”

Seth waited for a few seconds, then he nodded. And then, he said, “Why’re you here, man?”

Cody stepped closer again. Seth was looking away pretty determinedly. There was a welt under his eye, and Cody wondered.

“To say thank you,” Cody said.

Seth snorted again. “You said thank you earlier. Why are you here?”

Cody shrugged. He set the belt down on the bench nearest to Seth. Seth’s eyes followed the belt, and then tracked, finally, back to Cody. He was frowning.

“I think it was inevitable,” Cody said.

“The win? With me, yeah, it was,” Seth laughed, though there was a tenseness to it. Cody smiled.

“Exactly.”

Seth’s laugh petered off. He looked– uncomfortable. Seth “Freakin” Rollins, the Visionary, the Architect, the Revolutionary, wearer of outrageous clothing, feller of giants…uncomfortable. Cody smiled wider

“You don’t have to make it a bigger deal than it is,” Seth laughed, but his breath was stuttered, and his gaze, intense as it was, belied the amusement on his face.

“The thing about the inevitable is,” Cody said, and he was in Seth’s space, foot between Seth’s feet, hand on the back of Seth’s head—Seth’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly, “that we so often forget it is a big deal.”

So when Cody Rhodes kissed Seth Rollins, gentle and needing all at once, it was inevitable that Seth would kiss him back.

[justafoxhound]

Falloutober 2023: 5. This Thing Called Defeat

A late falloutober. Rework of an earlier thing to fit the prompt 'This thing called defeat'. To go with pt 2 Terminal and pt3 Civilisation. I think it fits Tali's interminable drive to keep on truckin lol

This thing called defeat was supposed to feel heavier, Talia thought. But she was still moving, wasn’t she? It wasn’t over. It wasn’t defeat until you were dead. Or maybe it was only once you stopped that you notice, when you can’t get going again. Maybe she’d got herself into a really deep hole… But until the dust settled there was no way to know. Right now, she had a plan, she had momentum. If it was carrying her down a slippery slope, for now she was experiencing the thrill of the ride.

Maybe that’s why she did it. A desperate person wouldn’t give away clean water in this contaminated nuclear hellscape, would they? She’d find more, she didn’t need it, she repeated. For a brief time after being locked out of her vault she’d envisioned a slow death, and found little more hope amongst the people of Megaton- a literal hole in the ground carved by a dud nuke built up into a town. If there had been a helping hand amongst the rocks from which she emerged, she’d have taken it. If she could do something to prove she was not defeated, she would.

“Kid, I didn’t sign on with you to play fuckin’ Santa Claus out here.”

Talia could feel hard eyes on her back as she stormed ahead of her temporary (hopefully) companion, leaving the thirsty beggar in the humming Megaton dirt.

“You pull any of that shit again and I’m gone.”

She stopped in her tracks and turned about to face the man growling after her. “Excuse me?”

“You fuckin’ heard me,” Jericho barked, jabbing the air with the bottle of purified water he’d just yanked from the beggar’s grasp. “In fact, if you’re gonna make me repeat myself like you’re some kinda moron, I’m outta here as well.”

Talia blinked in astonishment. “Jesus Christ, are you for real? I paid you didn’t I? You’re gonna bail over a sip of water?”

His permanent scowl grew harsher. “Listen, you stuck up vault bitch. You only paid me half. You fuck around givin’ away useful stuff like this, waste my time, bore me, and I’ll take my half back to Moriarty’s. Got no problem getting drunk instead of babysittin’ you.”

Talia’s stomach lurched. This was the precipice of defeat she had so far kept out of sight, out of mind, but she was in danger of tripping. “You’ll get your other half,” she stammered. “I promised, didn’t I? Jericho, come on.” She urged him to continue with her away from town. She couldn’t make this trip alone. Wouldn’t, now that she’d given him every cap she had after begging Mr. Burke for an advance on the compensation he was offering for his job. And after she’d taken his money, there was no backing out of that one. He’d made that very clear.

“The caps are yours,” she continued, “But we have to get to Tenpenny Tower to get paid.”

Jericho glared from a few paces away, gaze burning with a paradoxical iciness. “And if this turns out to be a fuckin’ merry-go-round? Whole thing’s fucked up. I hope you’ll still be feelin’ so charitable if we find out this is as bullshit as it sounds, ‘cause I’m gonna be real pissed.”

Talia smothered her vertigo, checked for the weight of her pistol at her belt. This was almost definitely not a good idea. But neither was taking her chances alone. She’d seen the claw marks on some of the town’s livetsock- it turned out not all of the vault’s stories about mutants were exaggeration.

“No way,” she declared. “There’s more people involved in this. And when I tell them this guy is expecting us, we’ll get straight into that tower, I swear.”

Jericho sniffed and produced another cigarette from somewhere. She’d only known him a short while but a cigarette seemed to be as much a part of his features as his crooked nose or the wrinkles that might be attributed to a life in the harsh sun, scowling, or age, she couldn’t tell which. “Yeah? This guy, Burke, he for real?”

Talia nodded profusely. “He had five hundred caps in his pocket to give me. And he’s from Tenpenny Tower so surely he’s good for more, and he wants the job done.” She put up a convincing argument, partly to reassure herself. The well dressed visitor had offered her one thousand caps for a simple, if extreme, job. She still wasn’t completely sure it wasn’t just his strange idea of a sick joke. People on the surface were different, and he wasn’t like anybody else she’d encountered in the town.

Jericho seemed to finish his thought, losing the animal intensity that had briefly sharpened his gaze. “Yeah, I seen him around. Had plenty to spend every day. Alright, let’s get goin’ before I change my mind.”

Talia nodded and hurried to match her mercenary’s quick pace, albeit keeping well out of arm’s reach. The old, grizzled, wasteland tough guy hadn’t given her a second glance in Moriarty’s saloon. But she wondered if he hadn’t heard some of her conversation with Mr. Burke, because as soon as she approached him with a proposition that he escort her across the wasteland he’d hit her quickly with a steep price of exactly one thousand caps. He’d seemed pretty surprised when she actually ponied up half that.

She breathed a little easier once they got on the move. She didn't doubt he’d walk away with her caps and leave her in more of a mess than she already was, or worse, so she resolved to keep quiet and just reach the tower. But if she had to coddle him to keep him happy, she would. She’d pinned all hope of living beyond a week on Mr. Burke’s bizarre offer, but she had to reach him first. Burke had promised her access to a better life, and his appearance suggested it was out there. But she knew very little about the surface and so worked with what she found. That was one hard bastard who wasn’t afraid to leave the Megaton walls named Jericho.

“The fuck you givin’ this away for anyway? Won’t do him any good.” Jericho interrupted her thoughts, stashing the water bottle in his belt.

“I was just gonna give him a sip. I thought I was gonna die of thirst when I got out the vault.”

“There’s a lot more’ll get you if you’re so fuckin’ generous to everyone you meet. I knew a guy… Well, I heard o’ this time some do-gooder woman tries to help some sorry lookin’ bum like that out on the road. She takes him to where she’s stayin’. Food, beds, her people fix him up. Next day his crew rolls up on the place. Good food, equipment, women- there’s a reason Megaton got these walls, kid. You think they let her off easy ‘cause she took pity on him?”

“...No?”

“Right. If anythin’ they thought she was a dumb fuck. Myself included.”

Talia’s mouth was suddenly very dry. She didn’t ask what happened. The annoyance in his voice let her know his warning was sincere, even if it was barbed. “Okay… Point taken,” she croaked.

They continued for a few minutes in silence, and no less than five feet apart.

“Can I have the water please?” she asked.

“No. Not to waste it on dead men,” Jericho answered brusquely.

“I’m- I’m thirsty. Anyway, I swiped it from Moriarty fair and square.”

His tone shifted abruptly to one of curious entertainment. “No shit? What was he chargin’ ya?”

“Um, what was it… like, thirty caps?”

Jericho snorted. “Man, he don’t do nothin’ for a fair price. I mean, I never do anythin’ for free, but I never seen him get his hands dirty. It’s gotta get boring if you ask me. You lift anything stronger?”

Talia shook her head uncertainly, mumbling an apology.

“Shit.” Jericho tossed the water her way. “First bottle of booze you see is mine.”

She agreed, hiding her relief at not fumbling the catch. From what she’d learned about people who needed alcohol, it was better that he got just enough of what he wanted. Too much and they could be a menace, too little and they just weren’t there. She needed him to stick around and live up to the reputation peddled by the Megaton townspeople- the part of it about being a bad-ass and a great shot, anyway.

The nuclear desert stretched ahead of them. Little interrupted the view to Tenpenny Tower in the distance but the blackened limbs of sickly trees and a greenish haze. She supposed if this was her world, drink would be a reasonable distraction, much as it had been for some in the ever-shrinking vault. But no, there had to be more than this on the surface; Strange as Mr. Burke seemed, he was brimming with a disgust for Megaton and the surroundings that Talia could appreciate. Clearly, the tower to which he’d invited her was a world apart from the one she had been forced into. A whole new future existed out there, and she was going to reach it. She had always longed for it, always been told she was to stay put, stay quiet, stay compliant and safe in the vault, until she was betrayed by her own father who left without her.

But she pushed this from her mind. Regardless how it happened, that she was out on her ass with no supplies, she was out, like she’d always wanted. And she was still moving, still breathing. Despite his efforts, she was not doing dirty work for Colin Moriarty on a slippery promise of information on her dad, not locked into some one sided contract like his other staff or ignoring reality at his bar like many of his patrons- perhaps even Jericho, had he answered her differently a few hours ago. She could see how being stuck in this place would feel like defeat.

But for Talia, it drove her to look for a way out. As unclear as Burke’s reasons were for being so kind while apparently so cruel, and as broke as she was after hiring Jericho to keep her alive, she did have a way out. She’d lost friends, family, and any illusions about herself in her journey to wherever she was headed- and that was steered almost completely by three men of questionable sanity- but she wouldn’t call it defeat. Chasing a bottle dangled by the likes of Moriarty for the rest of your life; living a life of doomed monotony in the vault; perishing in the wasteland pursuing her father’s shadow: that was something she’d call defeat.

[ratasum]

Aftermath

Days pass. The next step looms. How to move forward becomes harder to see.

Or: Qirri struggles to cope with the reopened wounds of childhood trauma.

“Oh by the pinion gears- we’ll be overrun at this rate!”

It was strange, to have those thoughts rattling around in her head. Or perhaps “strange” wasn’t the exact right word. Perhaps it was better to say unsettling. It wasn’t as if she didn’t remember the events of Claw Island as clearly as if they’d happened yesterday.

Trying to breathe in the sickly mixture of briny air and the sour scent of rot and decay from the once dead shambling in their direction.

Struggling with shaking hands to try to put together a rifle turret, head down, breathing already labored, before being interrupted by someone screaming for her to move and looking up. A risen abomination. Massive, fast, barreling down on her with incredible speed.

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t react. Her rifle was right there!

Grab it, grab it GRAB IT-

Her grip tightened on the ventilator mask in her hand, checking over the crack that ran through it. No point in repairing this one- the damage was pretty severe. A total loss. Maybe she ought to consider Yao’s idea of using a modified breather like the ones some of the miners used out in the Jade Sea. She’d have to ask them to get her one she could take a look at.

Or maybe see if Joon had one. She tended to keep all sorts of tech lying around the mansion sometimes.

Deft hands began to dismantle the one she was holding, pulling out ruined filters and unscrewing the tubing that had led to the dispenser tank she kept hooked to her belt. That part seemed undamaged at least. It could be reused.

Damn ley abomination. Just her luck it would hit her just like that. Garrus’s voice crying out her name, concerned as always, still rung in her ears-

“Qirri look out!”

In the moment of time it could have taken for her to be trampled into the dirt, she found the wind knocked out of her as someone bodied her out of the way, turning around just in time to see the abomination slam into Garrus instead. She saw his arm crumple, watched him roll out of the way and hit the ground hard.

He hit the ground and he did not move.

Her shoulders curled tightly inward as she gave her head a hard shake, dispelling the memories as best she could. Of one of the charr Lionguard pulling Garrus up to get him out the gates. Of Forgal and Tybalt and dear, dear Sieran hurrying them all out to get them to safety. Of Sieran cradling her face and insisting it would be all right-

“I should have known I couldn’t rely on a child.”

“You were too little, ruby eyes. Too small, too young. I should have known you could never handle this weight. You could never be strong enough.”

“Poor, weak little ruby eyes…”

The gasp she let out was so sharp it sent her into a coughing fit. She’d been having more of them since that damn cave, harsher too, leaving a burning ache in her chest after each one. There was a doctor Rama recommended back in Seitung who may have suggestions on a higher dosage or perhaps some new medication that may soothe her lungs better.

Not that it would do much to soothe her mind. That had been Sieran’s voice, hadn’t it? But it hadn’t been Sieran. She had to remind herself of that. Sieran would never speak to her in such a way, would she?

Her ears twitched as she laid out the components of the device in front of her. Broken. Useless. Her hand went to her throat briefly, rubbing lightly, considering the burning sensation that felt as fresh and raw as it had when it was new. How much more could she push herself without her body finally giving out?

“You’re weak. Sickly and frail. You were never good enough to be my student. You were a failure as a student, and you were a failure in Maguuma.”

“You were never. Never worthy.”

She covered her mouth on another cough, only to this time be interrupted by a hand on her back, a familiar voice speaking softly as it inquired, “Chief?”

Immediately Qirri whipped her head around, blinking up at Yao as they looked back down at her. Their expression was one of clear concern, and their free hand held a small saucer on which sat a cup of steaming tea.

“Oh- Yao. I’m sorry, I- did you need something?”

“I heard you coughing so I figured you could use a break.” They moved their hand from her back, reaching over to arrange the components of her old ventilator out of the way to set the tea down in front of her. “Ginger green tea. It’s good for the lungs.”

Qirri turned her head back to look at the cup before reaching for it, pulling it closer to herself on the table. The warmth bled into her hands, and the smell of it gave her at least some small sense of grounding in all her unease and the bitter memories of the all too recent fight. “...thanks, Yao. I don’t think I’ve taken much of a break at all today.”

They chuckled at that, tugging one of her loose braids gently. “I figured.” Then, after a moment, they reached out to scrub a thumb against her cheek, brushing away tears Qirri didn’t even realize had fallen. “...are you sure you’re okay? We can see about getting you a train back. Rama, Gorrik, and I can make sure Garrus stays safe. You can get back with Taimi and Joon at the mansion.”

Her hands tightened slightly on the teacup, rasping out a gentle sigh. “No. I won’t leave Garrus alone like that. He… what if he needs me?”

“...I think he’d understand, chief. But it’s your decision. I’m not gonna press.” They stood straight after that, glancing around at all the devices and tools she had laid out around her. “...I was planning on putting on some Kaineng rice noodles for lunch. Do you want some? It’s got a hot broth. Might help your throat.”

Qirri nodded, watching for a moment as Yao started towards the door of the small room she had holed herself up in. Her ears perked, and for a moment, a thought rippled through her head. “...hey Yao?”

They blinked, then turned to look towards her, looking expectant as their hand rested against the door. “Yeah chief?”

Her mouth opened, then closed, considering what she wanted to say. She wanted Rissia. She wanted to cry. She wanted to go home. But none of those things came out. “...could you see if we can get our hands on one of those jade tech breathers the miners use? I want to tinker with it for a little bit.”

The disappointment that crossed Yao’s face was incredibly brief, and they gave her a lopsided smile in return. “You got it, chief. One breather coming up!”

They headed out the door, closing it behind them as Qirri turned back to her desk, picking up the teacup to take a good sip. It felt good going down, soothing against the burning sensation curling into her throat.

This time, though, she felt the tears start to roll down her cheeks, letting out a little hiccup before setting down the teacup and pressing her face into her hands, shoving her glasses out of the way. They were ugly, rough, painful sobs, racking her small frame as she curled forward, ears drooping, chest tight.

What was she going to do?

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Cute but sad fluff where Emily is “dead” and both dada!hotch and little!jj are missing her so Hotch takes jj out on a daddy/baby date/special day out to cheer her up and remind her he’s still there for her and that mama is still alive, she just can’t be with them at the moment.

(Or mama/baby date with Emily and jj after Hotch has to go into witness protection if you want more angst. Or both. The more the merrier) -⚽️

Dadas Day | Aaron Hotchner x Jennifer Jareau

a/n: ⚽️ anon omg you have the best ideas I swear, poor baby Jj just wants her mama and Hotch doesn’t know how to really fix it, also Doyle is one of my favorite arc’s ever

warnings: mentions of Emily being “dead”, mentions of the Doyle arc, Hotch being referred to as ‘dada’, Emily being referred to as ‘mama’, pet names

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“It’ll be fun, just like before.” Hotch tries to encourage while looking into the rear view mirror to where Jj’s sat, she’s looking over to the empty seat on her left, where Prentiss usually sat on car rides.

It’s been tough since everything that happened with Doyle. Jj and Hotch put on brave faces for the team, Aaron reminding himself that at least they know she’s really okay and in Paris, but it doesn’t help the lack of communication that stings on both of their hearts or how when Jj regresses she keeps looking around for Prentiss.

None of this is easy, Hotch thought a day out of just him and his little girl would help things, the blondes frown at the almost silent car ride tells him he might have overestimated his abilities in the comfort department.

“Okay sweet girl, we’re here.” Hotch quickly leans backwards to un-clip Jj’s seat belt then jump out of his car and go retrieve the picnic attire he set in the trunk early this morning.

The beach is empty, just as secluded as Rossi said it would be and has the same magnificent view he promised too. The sand untouched by any people around, tall grass bringing a isolation to the area that’s perfect for Hotch to let Jj regress and be as little as she’d like.

“I know you miss Mama, I do too, but we have to try and have some fun.” Aaron can’t take another day of Jj walking around drowning in one of Prentiss’ sweaters while crying into herself only to run off when Hotch offers to help.

“The beach is pretty.” Jj comments, it’s small and not nearly as excited as it would be with Emily here, but her hand tugs on Hotchs so he takes it as a good sign.

Eventually the two are able to get a blanket laid out across the hot sand, it’s weighted down by some rocks Jj found, Hotch has taken it upon himself to help the little one out of her coverup since she’s seeming a bit more uncoordinated than when they left the house, maybe a drop in her headspace that’s been staying older than usual since Emily’s departure. Jj allows the help and is rushing to get into the water like she would anytime they go near a body of water, she really does love to swim.

“Having fun?” Hotch calls, a soft smile on his face when Jj nods exaggerated with a splash in the cool water that almost makes droplets hit Aaron’s bare legs from where he sits on the blanket.

He was planning on reading some or maybe trying to double check his emails, those plans have been abandoned quickly to instead indulge in the sight of his daughter with the first real smile across her face in a while, they’ll be alright, even if Emily isn’t here right now.

[caerwynherondale]

Duel to the Death

Caerwyn was anxious. It had been several days since the incident in the library, since Louis had threatened Beavens, since he had taken her to the safety of the showers to help her wash up, to remove any of the remaining disgusting trace of the older Gryffindor who had done her so wrong and fill her with the kind of love she needed. Louis was on a war path. There was no convincing him that the duel was not a good idea, that even if they were off school grounds, there was a possibility of him getting expelled. Caerwyn had tried, telling him that it was better to just let it go, to ignore Beavens and just… get on with their lives. It wasn’t like her to avoid fights like this, she would have normally been the one throwing the first punch, to take on whomever had wronged her… except when it came to Beavens. He was an anomaly and Louis had decided to take it upon himself to take care of the rotten fucking bastard. It was what he did though, Louis. Taking care of Caerwyn in every single way he possibly could as often as he could. Sometimes he did it even when she tried to refuse it, and in the end, it always turned out that he was right. She did need him to look after her, at least to a point. Now, he had determined that it was necessary to take care of her in this way too, to make Beavens pay for his misdeeds and demolish him in every way possible. As the days before the duel came to an end, Caerwyn had nearly bitten through her bottom lip with worry. One, because while Louis was a good fighter, he was also a year younger than Beavens and therefore, knew less magic. That meant he was at a disadvantage, but at the same time, what Louis lacked with magic, he more than made up for with intensity and a whole lot of ass kicking under his belt already.

As dawn approached on the day of the duel, Caerwyn’s eyes were already open, staring across the dimly lightening Ravenclaw sixth year boys dorm. Louis was warm at her back, wrapped tightly around her. The book he had been studying lay open on the foot of the bed, the one Caerwyn had tugged away from him, insisting on some much needed sleep before the big day. She had barely rested properly herself, worry filling her as she’d laid there, tucked safely beneath her boyfriend’s chin as he had drifted off. She had maybe gotten a couple of hours at most, scattered and restless until she just simply couldn’t keep her eyes shut any longer. Instead, she stayed still, feeling the gentle rise and fall of Louis’s chest against her back, the soothing beat of his heart, and the solid weight of his arms around her, keeping her close and safe. Soon though, Caerwyn began to shift, unable to stay still any longer once the sun had come most of the way over the horizon. She slipped out from under the blanket, swinging her legs over the side of the bed to where her boots sat, set neatly side by side where she would be able to get to them easily enough. She had opted for stealing a pair of Louis’s pajama pants and a hoodie for the night, her day clothes safely tucked away in the top of her boyfriend’s trunk. She would change into the before she left, but not just yet. Instead, she turned her head, looking down at the sleeping face of her lover. Louis looked peaceful at the moment, not at all how he had recently, the anger in his eyes clear as he had spent hours studying, practicing spells in order to prepare himself properly.

Caerwyn sighed, bringing one leg back up on her bed as she allowed the other to dangle, turning her body enough to reached out and press some of the floppy hair off of Louis’s forehead. He would need another haircut soon, before it got too long and started bothering him like it had before she’d given it a good trim on his birthday. She stroked lightly along his brow, hoping he would stay asleep, miss the duel… Maybe if she put some kind of mild draft in something and gave it to him in order to keep him down long enough to sleep until the evening. It wouldn’t work, she knew. Louis was too clever for something like that and he’d be even more pissed off when he woke even if he did fall for it. She sat there, watching him sleep as the first true rays of sunlight came down through the tall windows, bringing a golden glow to the room that she would have usually missed by sleeping through it. She stayed put, just watching Louis sleep, but he eventually began to stir,  making her heart sink as the sun finally reached his face. With another sigh, Caerwyn brought her other leg up onto the bed and leaned over the redhead, pressing a light kiss to his lips. She waited until his brown eyes were opening and stroked at his cheek. “Morning, Fuckface.”

Reaching up, Caerwyn tugged the open curtain on his bed closed and rolled, tossing a leg over her boyfriend and resting her ass down on his pelvis. The tiny Gryffindor bent forward, hand finding Louis’s chin as her lips captured his again, pressing harder this time. Her tongue sought easy entrance, an idea having formed in her head. If she couldn’t keep Louis asleep, then maybe she could distract him long enough, keep him busy enough, so that he would forget about the duel entirely. She deliberately pressed her hips down and reached for one of his hands, tugging it by the wrist until she was able to press his palm carefully to the swell of her ass, knowing that this was the best way to keep his attention.

[racointeur1]

it      was      an       easy      peasy      slope      to      slide      right     down    .      turns     out      that     all      of      the     warnings     of     like     ,       marijuana      being    a     gateway     drug     &      other     stuff     you’d    say    was      total     bullshit       might      have     actually     had     a     little      bit      of      truth     to      it      !        first     came     the     weed    ,      made     you     feel       light     &     heavy     all    at     once   ,       gave     you     the     munchies    ,      made     kissing     feel      like    .    .    .     a      thousand    times     better    .        next     ,       the     pills      :       results     may     vary     !        you      tend     to    lean     more     toward     the     ones     that     make    you    feel      like     your     brain    has    just     been     completely     shut     down      &      it’s     fun      to     see     your     parents     not    even    realize     that     you     aren’t     really     even     there    with    them    when     you’re     summoned    for    some     stupid    ass     family     thing     .        (      they     don’t     want     you     there    anyway    ,        public     appearances     are     realllly    a     bitch    ,     huh    ,      dad    ?      )        then      came     the      .      .       .         

what     was    it     that     you     had     even     taken     tonight     ?          

the      ghost     of     a      tight     grip      around      your      upper     arm      remains       even     after     the      belt      is       no       longer        there    ,         &        you’re      just     swimming      through     the     thick      haze       of       absolute      euphoria      crashing     into     your     body      like     a      freight     train     .           head     falls     back      into      the     couch      with     a      sigh     &     lips     remain     parted     ,       eyes     fixated     on      the     ceiling      .        slow     breaths      are      exhaled      &       if      you     even     felt     attached     to      yourself     at     all    ,      you’d     question      if      you     have    a       heartbeat     anymore     .         the     loud     bass     of      the     music     from     the     party     happening     around      you      is      something      you     feel      vibrating      your     entire     body     &      lips     curl      into     a      satisfied     smile     .         the     scene     before     you      tells     the     story      enough      ,        handful     of      needles      scattered     about     the     coffee     table     &     a      spoon      &      lighter     nearby     the      bag      that      holds     the     remaining     powder     .          you’ve     literally     never     been      one     to     turn      down      a      good      time     .

are you kidding me ?

his     voice      is      distant     ,        like     @wizardslays      is      existing    on     an      entirely     different    plane     than      you      and     .     .    .      ISN’T    HE      THOUGH     ?       isn’t     he     always     ?       existing    in    a     very     boring    ,       very     bland     ,      very     not     fun     plane     .        one     he’s     always     trying     to     bring     you     back     down      to     .       take    a      hiiiiint     ,       is     what     you     would     say     .        instead     ,       response     comes     out     in    an      incoherent       mumble     .        you     can     feel      him      touching      you     ,        &      maybe     you’d     even     reach     up      to     stop     him      or      pull     him      in       for      a      kiss      because     if     this    feels    as     good    as    it     does      than     that’d    probably     feel      like     realllly      nice    ,       but      your     arms     feel      like      weights     attached    to    your     body     way      too     heavy     for      you      to      pick     up     ,       so      you      just     lay      there     in     your     maxed     out     bliss     ,        will’s     words    drawing      further     &       further     away    .    .      .

[nowgiveusakiss]

if eddie was dating someone with opposite music tastes to him, he is def making fun of you. and when you make him a mixtape of all those cheesy romance songs, fully knowing he will hate everything on it, he will tell you to keep it. that he’s “not listening to that shit”. but you play it for him anyways. he’ll pretend it annoys the hell out of him but secretly loves when you sing those cheesy lyrics to him. squishing his face in your hands while you sing to him about being head over heels. he will roll his eyes, push you away. “babe, stop. i don’t find this amusing.” but hearing your endless giggles at his annoyance makes him fall even harder. 

and during those heated make out sessions in the back of his van at lovers lake, one of those cheesy songs will come on the radio. god help him when you can’t stop yourself from putting on a show for him. the first beat is enough to stop you in your tracks, both of your eyes widening. yours in excitement, eddie’s in fear of what has just been unleashed from five seconds of a shitty song. “sweetheart… don’t you dare…” but oh, you do dare. straddling his lap, hands wandering his entire body as you belt out the lyrics. on the outside, he is the picture perfect definition of pure frustration but really his heart is about to beat out of his chest. so full of adoration he thinks he might just die. when the song ends, you’re a mess. out of breath, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, a grin of satisfaction on your lips. a mess, yes. but his mess. eddie’s pretty little mess.

you pretend that the mixtape is purely a joke. a fun thing for the two of you. not to be taken seriously. however, you don’t go anywhere without that mixtape. on those lonely nights away from eddie, you’ll listen to those songs. maybe shed a tear or two. it’s silly, you think. how silly of you to get attached to such corny songs. it’s not like he’s gone forever. it’s only been two days since you last saw him. but you just can’t help but let your mind wander to the moments those songs have been the soundtrack of. in the back of his van. in his trailer. your emotions are just too much to bear. so sure. you let a few stray tears fall. there’s no shame in that.

if you think you have it bad, think of how eddie feels. dropping you back off at your house late at night. watching you walk up to your front door from his van. not after pulling you back several times to share a kiss or two… or three… or who are you kidding, you lost count after the eighth time. “eds, i really have to go. i work tomorrow!” but you know putting up a fight is pointless. “it’s just one more kiss, doll! don’t you want to give your man another kiss before he has to watch you walk away?” always the dramatics with eddie. he’ll finally let you go. counting down the minutes until he can see you again. back at his trailer, your smell still lingers. a shirt of yours on his bedroom floor. a hair tie on his dresser. and something else.. your mixtape. he’ll consider using it as an excuse to drive back to your house. but no, you really should get some sleep. he doesn’t want his angel losing any sleep. he should put it somewhere for safe keeping. he’ll toss and turn all night, missing you. your warmth next to his. your hair tickling his face. the way his arm falls asleep from the weight of your head. he gives up the idea of sleep for the night. opting for a cigarette on the trailer steps instead when he notices your mixtape. still just sitting there. “this is so stupid” he’ll think to himself as he puts the tape into his stereo. and so he listens to your mixtape all night. missing you. as much as he tells himself how those songs are utter shit, he finds himself humming along. blushing at the memory of you on his lap, whispering the lyrics in his ear, goosebumps running down his spine. finally lulling himself to sleep.

a few days later, you’re back at his trailer. “i was looking everywhere for this!” he hopes you don’t notice that it had been sitting in his stereo since the night you left. you most definitely do. obviously you have to ask him what this “shitty” music was doing in his radio. a smirk on your face. he denies denies denies. “you must’ve left it in there, babe. you know i wouldn’t listen to that crap on my own free will.” you drop the subject. he’s glad you do because he can’t damage his image by letting you know he spent every night listening to that god forsaken tape.

he pretends the mixtape is just a joke. a fun thing for the two of you. but to him, it’s a collection of little poems that remind him just how truly loved he is by you. should he ever forget. and that means everything to him. he would move heaven and earth just to save that dumb mixtape. of course, he would never admit that to you. 

[jakelandryshorts]

Valentine’s Candy

“Valentine’s day candy..?” Jeff wondered as he set down his work stuff. He’d just gotten home and was surprised to see it on the dining room table. He hadn’t bought it and his roommate didn’t have much use for it either. It’d been years since they’d moved in together but Nate hadn’t had a girlfriend since they’d met. Though, Jeff had found himself striking out a bit more than usual as well.

Maybe it was something with age. Or maybe he was just tired of playing stupid games to win short term prizes. Either way, neither him nor Nate had any reason for it. And unsurprisingly, the bag was already open. “One or two won’t be missed,” Jeff smiled to himself as he stuck his hand in the open bag. Each of the bars of chocolate were individually wrapped, making it easy to pull a couple of them out.

Jeff opened up the package and bit into the small chocolate bar. “Oh wow!” he exclaimed. A rush of sweetness touched his tongue and he quickly finished off the rest of the bar. “Sheesh! What kind of chocolate is this? Had to be like 20 bucks a bag!” he unwrapped the second one and took it in one bite. Somehow it tasted even better than the first. His sweet tooth was working over time as he ate it. But more surprising was the tingle running through the rest of his body.

All of a sudden, he felt a chill run through his spine and branch out along his arms and legs. His body shivered at the reaction. “Woah,” a smile planted itself on his face. “That’s some sweet chocolate,” he said as he reached in and grabbed another. He opened it as he headed back to his room. That chill ran through his body again, making him shake as he walked.

As Jeff went back to his room, he was already starting to undo the buttons of his light blue dress up shirt. Despite its usual comfort, it suddenly felt really constricting. Even if Nate wasn’t home yet, courtesy still dictated that he should only change in his room. Yet, he had already stripped off his shirt, and undid his belt and pants before he got there. The moment he stepped in his room he dropped them along with his boxes and kicked them off.

“Much better…” he breathed. Nudity suddenly felt so freeing. Feeling the cool air directly on his skin was relaxing. And there wasn’t anything constricting his movements. He let out a heavy breath. “Nate’s gonna be pissed if I walk around like this though…” he muttered. Looking in his dresser he pulled out a pair of old shorts and slid them on. The loose fabric wasn’t that bad, though Jeff couldn’t help but pull at the band. He still felt a bit of discomfort around it.

Yet, his attention was instantly changed when he looked in the mirror. “Damn stud,” he complimented himself. His blood started to pump a bit faster as he looked over himself. It’d been years since he’d felt this good about his body. Flab had taken over his somewhat muscular build. Not to mention the extra weight that rounded out his face in unnatural ways. But, when he looked in the mirror right now, he couldn’t help but compliment his body even more. Maybe it was the facial hair that grew in, something he hadn’t been allowed to grow because of his work’s strict policy.

Jeff didn’t pay any mind to the fact that there was no way for him to grow something like that in the course of a few hours. Something that would have normally taken him at least a week to grow had suddenly sprung onto his face in a few minutes. Not to mention how his muscles were starting to stand out a bit more either. Instead, a sense of pride filled him as he flexed them, showing off in the mirror. “What girl could say no to this?” he bragged some more.

His stomach grumbled. “Hmm…?” he wondered how he could already be hungry. That didn’t mean he didn’t crave something. “The chocolate!” he gleefully rushed out of his bedroom and back to the dining room, grabbing the chocolate. “Still sweet as ever,” he smiled after popping one into his mouth. Grabbing the bag, he headed towards the couch and plopped down onto it. He turned on the TV and started watching it, absentmindedly still eating the chocolate. Each one sending another wave of pleasure running through his body.

What Jeff didn’t notice were the consistent changes to his body. Fat was rapidly disappearing from each and ever corner of him. His muscles bulged out with more power and strength. His mind slowed ever so slightly. But that just made the shows on the TV all the more interesting. However, most importantly, whenever he touched his body, he felt a surge of pleasure run through him. His dick sprang to life, excited to receive some sort of attention.

Jeff’s hands drifted down from his inflating pecs, over his defined abs and down into his shorts. He slowly massaged the boner as he watched the TV, not noticing that his attention toward any of the female leads was rapidly drifting towards the main male ones. Even going so far to change the channel when it wasn’t focusing enough on one. “So boring!” he declared when he couldn’t find anything of value to watch. He fell onto the couch and looked back into the bag. “Shit,” he cursed as he saw it was completely empty. “Little bro’s gonna be pissed.”

Almost on cue, the front door opened and Nate entered. “Hey! I’m home,” Nate called out. He set down his briefcase and hung up his coat, then sniffed the air. “What’s that…” his mind trailed off as his body swayed slightly, “smell..?” His attention caught back up to him as he looked at the dining room table. Nothing was on it. He looked around and saw someone splayed out on the couch. Someone he only somewhat recognized. “J-Jeff?!”

“Sup little bro,” Jeff smiled. “How was work?”

“Work was—” Nate cut himself off, slapping his face. It was turning red. But he was still swaying a bit. His eyes looked like they were starting to glaze over. “Did you… Did you..?” he swallowed hard, “did you eat the chocolate?”

“Yeah man… Kind of ate all of it,” Jeff said. “Hopefully it doesn’t go to my abs.” He ran his big hand down over his six pack and smiled stupidly. “Shit was so fucking good though! Couldn’t help myself.”

“Je-Jeff!” Nate slapped his face again. His mouth had started to hang open as his mind drifted off. “That was a magical aphrodisiac! You weren’t supposed to eat the whole bag!”

“Aphrodisiwhat?” Jeff brought a finger to his chin as he tried to think. “Bro, you know when you use big words like that I don’t know what you’re talkin about. Right?” He stood up, towering over his former height. “How about I just make it up to you?”

“But—”

“Shh…” Jeff said as he surrounded the other man with his arms. He hugged Nate from behind and quietly shushed him in the ear. His face buried into the nape of his neck, nuzzling him. The hair of his beard tickled the sensitive skin. “It’s alright. How bout you tell me more about this aphro thing. Eh?”

Nate squirmed under the touch of the other man. “It’s something that make you smell sexy,” he moaned. Feeling the touch almost sedated him. Any resistance he might have felt drifted away into nothing.

“Oh? I smell sexy?”

“Uh-huh,” Nate nodded. He hadn’t realized that he was being directed over to the couch. His body simply followed as Jeff led him. “And it turns you into my fantasy…”

“Oh?” Jeff was more concerned undoing the belt Nate was wearing and dropping his pants and underwear to the floor. Once they were close enough to the couch, he took them both down onto it. “So…” his grin widened, “It didn’t have to change much…”

Nate bit down into a pillow on the couch. “Nu-uh,” he shook his head no. But he was having trouble thinking. The more Jeff touched him, the harder it was to remember the past. Those strong hands gently ran up and down Nate’s thin sides. The soft controlled touches up and down Nate’s sensitive sides tickled, cause him to buck slightly. “It… changes… a--- lot,” he forced out as his body squirmed.

“Oh?” Jeff whispered in his ear, taunting him. “You might’ve gotten some duds then bro,” he nuzzled his hairy face against the nape of Nate’s neck. His hands tightened as he kissed it. Meanwhile his hands were actively lowering down to Nate’s belt, undoing the clasp and then unbuttoning his pants. “Or,” Jeff paused for dramatic effect, “have you been eating them?”

The accusation caught Nate off-guard. “I—” he tried to defend himself but couldn’t think of anything.

“That must be it,” Jeff continued. “I mean what else can explain how sexy you are? Huh?” His hands continued to feel up and down Nate’s body. “Just look at that cute little body. And how well you fit in my arms. And how well my cock fits up that ass,” his voice lowered as he pushed in.

Nate let out a heavy gasp. The sudden intrusion was unexpected, but not unwarranted. He’d felt the slow massage of fingers invade his body, but the warm smell of the aphrodisiacs made it hard to complain. He had been slowly massaging his own cock on the couch, basking in the warmth of the other man. It felt good.

Jeff’s cock buried itself deeper and deeper inside of Nate. He thrust repeatedly inside. His hands gripped Nate tightly while Nate gripped the couch. Nate bit into the pillow harder, yet his cock throbbed with excitement. Neither could last long. Nature had taken over and they weren’t thinking about it anymore. With the pleasure running through their minds and bodies they both released.

Their bodies relaxed a bit in the couch. Both tired from the changes and the sudden workout. But Jeff slowly pulled Nate closer to his muscular body as they relaxed, watching the TV for a bit longer.

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[genshin-no-simp]

Diluc x Reader - Birthday Boy (Smut)

Pairing: Diluc x You/Reader (Female)

Sexual conent below the cut

Warnings: semi-public sex, tummy bulge? fluff ending.

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It took a weeks worth of preparation on your part to get everything in place, all for this one day. This one special day. But it was worth it.

After all, Diluc did deserve rest on his birthday.

You made sure there was nothing that needed doing, nothing that warranted Diluc to leave the comfort of the Manor. You were exhausted but you knew this was only a fraction of the work that Diluc did. It was your motivation to make sure everything was in order, of course with the help of Elzer and Adelinde.

And when the night before his birthday approached, you reassured him that he could take this chance to sleep in for once. Diluc wasn't against the idea but he wasn't sure if his body clock would allow him to sleep in. But little did he know, he was exhausted and only once he hit this pillows did he realize this.

When Diluc had finally woken, he groaned softly bringing his hand up as he ran his fingers through his unruly morning hair, that's when he noticed you weren't beside him. In an instant he shot out of bed, looking around. You never got out of bed before him. About to leave the bed himself his door opened and your figure came into view. You were still in your night dress. Diluc sighed in relief, then raised his eyebrow at the tray.

"What's this?" His voice low and husky since he had just woken up.

You weren't going to lie, his voice was enough to set a fire burning inside you. But today was about him. You smiled with a giggle.

"What does it look like? Breakfast of course. So sit back in bed." You came to his side of the bed.

From this close up Diluc could see properly just how little your night dress left to the imagination. Then he realized, you went to the kitchen like that, and he frowned, anyone could have seen you, which seemed to pissed him off.

"Don't worry I had the kitchen to myself, only Adelinde, Moco and Hillie are here at the moment." You knew what was running through his head. Diluc had a tendency to get overly possessive sometimes. But it's one of his faults that you fell in love with regardless.

Diluc looked away, half embarrassed and half ashamed that you knew without a doubt that he didn't want other people, especially men to see you like this. You gave another soft giggle setting the bed table down.

Diluc cleared his throat and looked at you, "what's the occasion?" He then lowered his gaze to the food and didn't know where to start, everything looked so enticing. He smiled at the eggs that you put a little extra effort in to make look like hearts.

You sat on the opposite side of him careful not to knock the glasses of grape juice over on the tray. You gave a little hum.

"Well what day is it?" You asked him instead. Diluc tilted his head, pulling the fork from his mouth. Once he was finished chewing he spoke.

"Friday." He stated matter of factly.

"Yes, but what date is it?" You cocked your head to the side, watching him. He totally forgot about his birthday didn't he? You thought to yourself.

"Um..." Diluc didn't know why but he felt pressured, as if you would give out to him, if he got this wrong.

Was it your birthday? No that's not till a few months.

Was it your anniversary? No that just passed.

At this point you were struggling to keep your laughter in.

"Luc, come on. It's your birthday." You rolled your eyes laughing.

Then it clicked, it suddenly made sense, from why you told him to sleep in, to breakfast in bed.

"That's it?" He asked, indifferently.

"What do you mean 'that's it's? You only get one birthday, and I'm going to make sure you get the most out of it." Diluc could hardly deny you, not with how passionate you were about it. But it's just another day, birthday or not.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but there's still work-"

"I do believe there is nothing for you to do today. Everything is already taken care of. It's you day." This time you were much more calmer as you smiled sweetly at him.

Now he definitely couldn't say no. He had a feeling you did a lot to get him this day of peace. Besides it's been so long since he's actually celebrated his birthday. Not that he cared to remember it considering what happened all those years ago...but maybe now is the time to move on from that, it's getting real tiring anyway.

Diluc smiled at you, yes from now on he will celebrate his birthday with you.

Diluc had to admit, it was nice, having all this free  time AND getting to spend it with you. The two of you spent most your time outside, walking through the vineyard and occasionally eating a grape or two, at one point you started playing hide and seek. Instead of finding it childish, Diluc found it oddly refreshing. Just being able to let loose for once.

Currently he was hiding, making sure to keep his eye out for you and staying on the move, it was cheating of course but it added to the fun, but you were an expert at hide and seek and knew all the tricks in the book. Just as he turned around, you seemingly popped out of nowhere.

"Found yooou~" you giggled tackling him into a hug.

Caught of by both your sudden appearance and the hug he fell backwards onto the ground.

"Thought you could escape me huh?" You nuzzled into his neck.

Diluc chuckled holding you close to his body.

"I thought I would've had a better chance than that." He admitted.

You sat up on his chest, while he propped himself up his elbows. The light from the sun creeped through the cracks of the vineyards many grape pergolas. It wasn't the most private of places but nobody would notice the two of you unless they looked.

Cupping Diluc's cheek, you leaned down to kiss him, which without hesitation he accepted. It was a delicate kiss, both of you could feel the love and affection that you held for each other. It was truly something.

When you went to pull away from the kiss, Diluc pulled you back for more, shifting his weight onto his left arm, his right arm snaked around your waist his hand pressing agaisnt the middle of your back, giving you no chance to move. Diluc wasn't done with you just yet.

Gripping his shoulders you pushed him back down onto his back, Diluc gave a mental sigh finally able to take the pressure off his left arm. Now he had both his around wrapped around you securely. He made you feel so safe, you never wanted to leave his arms but lucky for you, he wasn't going to let go anytime soon.

It wasn't long before his hands started to wander, touching and caressing your body. Soft gasps and pants escaped from you, Diluc used every opportunity to dive into your mouth. The intensity of the kiss was making you lightheaded, but in a good way. Your body burned and your heart was racing. You could tell Diluc was the same, you could feel his heart pounding against his chest right under your hand, not only that but at how brazenly he lifted your pale mint dress up to touch your bare skin. It made you shudder, Diluc had opted to be gloveless today, it was certainly a change in pace compared to his usual leather. Being able to feel his skin on yours right away was making you feel impatient.

Finally allowed to pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva followed. Diluc gazed at you with hooded eyes, his normally bright ruby eyes, dark and heavy with lust. You licked your lips, sitting up on him once again. One of the straps on your dress slipped down your shoulder. Diluc held back his growl and his urge to flip you over. You weren't even trying to seduce him and he was already under your spell.

Gripping your thighs he pushed you lower down until your clothed womanhood rubbed against the bulge in his pants. You failed to catch the moan before it fell from your lips. Diluc smirked, knowing you were just as excited as he was right now.

Diluc was planning on teasing you some more before you had decided to take back some control. Abruptly you grinded yourself against him, biting your lip. It was Diluc's turn to let out a surprised moan as his hips bucked up into yours.

"Ah~ Diluc." You fumbled for his belt buckle. If Diluc wasn't as impatient he would've chuckled and teased you. Maybe it was the sun, maybe it was the free time or maybe it was just you. But he wasn't complaining. Diluc hissed in relief, feeling his member finally free of its painful confinement.

You were going to lower yourself further but he grabbed your arm pulling you into a kiss.

"No time for that." He breathed heavily between kisses. Of course there was time he just wasn't interested in that right now, he just wanted you, in which case he used his Vision to burn the sides of your underwear and discard the rest.

Now with your underwear out the way, Diluc could feel how wet you really were. It was cute how excited you had gotten without any foreplay, perhaps the fact that you were technically out in the open played a part but regardless, he was happy that it was him who made you feel like this.

You moaned against the kiss feeling the tip of his member push against your awaiting hole. Breaking away from the kiss you pushed down against him, taking him all in at once.

"Fuck!" It was so strange hearing Diluc swear but it filled you with a strange sense of pride knowing you were able to break his nobility.

The stretch of taking him all at once burned but it felt good. It was certainly much greater compared to when he would prepare you first. But you weren't complaining at all. Tilting your head back with a moan you began to bounce up and down, your slick made it easy to slide up and down. You gripped the front of Diluc's shirt for support as he snapped his hips up into yours. A series of wanton moans escaped your lips, the harder and faster Diluc went.

Your head fell forward your eyes glossy and your pupils blown wide with pleasure. Now both your dress straps had slid down your shoulders, making Diluc lose his mind. He gripped your hips so tight, there wasn't a doubt that there would be fingerprints even through the dress. You choked on your moans as you swore you could feel Diluc in your stomach. He was reaching places you never thought possible, or your were so drunk on pleasure it just felt that way, but it didn't matter what was the truth, it was fantastic.

"Ngh, haA~ mm close..." you struggled to get the words out.

Diluc grunted thrusting upwards even faster, you had struggled to keep up before but now it was just impossible. It wasn't long before you came all over him. Diluc wasn't too far behind, feeling your release edged him into his, you felt his hot seed fill you up more than your already were, you threw your head back with a shameless moan of his name. You were certain everyone around and in the Manor had heard you. But Diluc didn't care, let them know who was and had made you feel good.

You panted heavily as your body shook from the after math of your orgasm. Diluc too was desperately gasping for air as he came down from his high. Letting a soft puff of air, you looked down at Diluc and grinned leaning in to kiss him. He chuckled kissing you back.

Getting off Diluc he fixed his pants as you picked up what was left of your underwear.

"Luc." You pouted, "you ruined my panties." You huffed and rubbed your legs together, you could feel some of his cum dripped down your thigh.

"My love, they were ruined before I even touched them." He winked with a cocky smirk.

Your face flushed a deep crimson as you looked away from him, Diluc smiled wrapping his arm around your waist tenderly.

"Come on, let's go take a bath." He smiled gently, ushering you back towards the Manor. You snuggled into his side contently.

During the short trip back inside, not one of the employees dared to look in your direction. Instead of it making you feel better you felt embarrassed. You weren't surprised that they heard you but they didn't have to make it so obvious.

"Luc, nobody would look at me." You sounded more mortified than you intended as you pulled your dress off, which only added to Diluc's amusement.

"Good, they shouldn't be looking at you in the first place." He stated stripping himself of his own clothes.

Upon returning to Diluc's private quarters, you were both pleasantly surprised by the already drawn bath, with scattered rose petals and scented candles. It seems Adelinde knew exactly what the two of you needed. You were the first to settle into the bath despite Diluc's confusion, usually he got in first so you could rest against him, it felt weird that he was resting against you.

"Are you sure I'm not too heavy against you?" It was the fourth time he asked now.

"Oh for Celestia's sake Luc, I'm not made out of glass, I'm fine. But you won't be if you keep asking." At least you gave him a warning which he took to heart, despite not having a Vision yourself, you were very capable of looking after yourself.

"Alright, alright." Diluc sunk a little lower into the tub, his head now resting between your boobs.

"Oh." He said softly, he hadn't expected this to be so comfortable. You giggled softly.

"Someone looks content." There was a lot of fondness in your voice that made Diluc's chest flutter. He let out a soft hum and closed his eyes when he felt your fingers massage some herbal shampoo into his scalp.

Diluc couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to have someone like you. Someone so caring and aware of his needs. He didn't expect to meet someone like you, or anyone in general for that matter. He thought he was going to be alone, forever, and he was okay with that. Until he had met you, he didn't at the time realize just how important you would be to him, but he knows now and he's incredibly grateful towards you and towards himself, for letting him step out of his comfort zone and let someone in again.

Before he knew it, Diluc had fallen asleep, between the soothing heat of the water, your massaging and the sweet sound of your voice, they had all lulled him into sleep.

"Luc? You listening?" You asked softly, "Luuuc~" you cooed. Perplexed with his quietness, you tilted your head to the side to peer into his face, where you noticed he had fallen asleep. You grinned with a giggle.

You were so preoccupied with talking, you didn't notice the change in his breathing, as it steadied out. But now you didn't know what to do. You knew you couldn't stay in the bath but you didn't want to wake him either. But you also knew the water wouldn't go cold anytime soon thanks to Diluc, placing a kiss to his damp hair, you decided to let him sleep for a little while longer. After all he deserved it.

[buckyownsmylife]

I've Told You Now - Lee Bodecker smut

The one where Lee seduced his sister's babysitter.

Warnings: smut, dubcon, age gap, innocence kink, dirty talk, loss of virginity, blood

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: This one is a part of my kinktober celebrations. My original intention for this October was to work exclusively around prompts that my wonderful friend @darkficsyouneveraskedfor created for her challenge and dedicate each story to a different friend. My new plan became then 31 days of different kinks, which expanded on a poly relationship with Stucky, as you might know by now. However, some of the stories I started were already truly loved by me, and so I kept on writing them. It worked well because as it turns out, I am fortunate enough to have more than 31 friends on Tumblr, so here is the story I wrote for @slothspaghettiwrites! You were the biggest reason I fell for Lee and it was only appropriate I wrote you this! I only hope it doesn't disappoint! Special thanks to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog who helped me believe this was good enough to be posted! @sweeterthanthis also has a big hand at this!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I was finishing packing up the toys in the living room when I heard the door slam, startling me into dropping the box of legos on the ground. Looking at the clock, I considered the time before looking back at the hall again. When no one appears from the hallway, I get confused. If the Hendersons hadn’t come home earlier than they intended, who else could it be?

“Waiting for me, bunny?” I immediately straightened out at the sight of Sheriff Bodecker, trying to resist the urge not to flush and keep eye contact, but ultimately failing to do so. I hadn’t seen him since the night he offered to give me a ride home and I ended up with his cock in my throat, his cum in my mouth.

“I-I didn’t even know you were coming.” Silence followed my confession as he slowly approached, eyes never leaving my body while I tried to keep myself up. He’d always had this effect on me. I remembered being a young girl and Sheriff Bodecker being the crush I knew was too old to be mine, the guy I’d never have even in a million years, but that didn’t stop me from daydreaming about him.

If I thought that maybe having him would help this infatuation disappear, it’d become clear by now that it wouldn’t be the case at all.

“And here I was, thinking you wanted me just as much as I wanted you.” The Sheriff tsked, and the sound went straight to my already dampened underwear. I couldn’t process his words very well, given how close he was and how loud my own heartbeat was ringing in my ears. Did he mean to say that he actually really wanted me?

“If that was really the case,” he taunted, circling me like I was some sort of prey. “You’d always be expecting me, wouldn’t you? But it’s alright, honey. You know why?” When I shook my head, he answered his own question, a single finger running down my jaw to guide me to look him in the eye. “Because I think you were expecting me. You’re always expecting me, looking for me wherever you go, just like I do. And there’s an easy way to prove my theory.”

Before I could question it, his arms embraced me from behind, hands slowly running down my stomach until they reached the edge of my skirt. I started sweating in anticipation. I knew what he would find.

“Let me check.” His fingers went over the fabric first, and he chuckled when he noticed how wet it was. “Would you look at that?” I was already trembling when he pulled my panties to the side and ran that same digit over my lower lips, just lightly grazing them. “Soaked already.”

Although I couldn’t see it, the humming sound he emitted after taking his fingers from under my dress didn’t leave me any doubt about what he did with the moisture he collected. Just the thought of him enjoying my taste that much had me weak in the knees, and I tried to keep myself up by reaching for a chair nearby.

Lee’s P.O.V.

I chuckled to myself at how sensitive she was, barely able to keep up with the little I’d done so far. Then again, it was clear I had a particularly strong effect on her. That had been obvious for a while, ever since she started working for my sister, probably - around the same age her womanly features began to stand out.

She seemed unable to look me directly in the eyes, always averting her gaze and biting her lower lip when I decided to stop around here for a coffee or check in on the little rugrat. I began doing this a lot more often after she was hired, but neither her nor my sister seemed to connect the dots.

Her innocence, her beauty just left me so fucking hard. I was hard right then, and I wanted her to know it. So I pressed my body against her back, lightly grinding my member against the curve of her ass.

“I suppose you’re finished for the day,” I speculated, knowing once the kid was out all she had to do was wait for my sister and her husband to arrive. “Guess I can help you unwind…”

She gasped when she felt my hardness, making me chuckle. “Your sister and her husband should be back soon…” She tried to reason, but I wasn’t having any of it.

“We’ll be quiet anyway. Can’t risk waking up the kid.” I gripped her wrist and pulled her on the direction of the guest bedroom, now fully unable to control myself. I was so close to having what I had wanted for so long.

She looked unsure of herself as I closed the door behind us, and I raised an eyebrow in a questioning look. “What’s wrong?” She shifted her weight from one foot to another, fingers playing with the hem of her skirt.

“I-I don’t know about this…” Chuckling, I approached her to cradle her face between my hands and deposit a kiss on those sweet lips.

“Don’t you trust me, pretty girl?” I had caught her now, we both knew it. She’d never risk disappointing or offending me, so when her mouth opened to explain herself and I raised an eyebrow in warning, it was only a matter of seconds until she closed it altogether and nodded, her eyes dropping to her feet.

“Yes, I do.” My smirk was full of victory, and I could taste it in my lips now. It was as sweet as the nectar between her legs I’d only had a taste of.

“There you go.” Approaching her once more, I settled my hands on her hips before leaning to kiss her shoulder. “Besides…” I continued, already bunching up her dress to get rid of it as quickly as possible. “You obviously need me to take care of you and this little wet hole.”

She bucked when my fingers rubbed her this time, dress already forgotten on the floor as I slowly shoved down the fabric of her underwear to join it. Once she was completely naked, I ran my digits over her cunt, verifying that her wetness was already so overwhelming that it was threatening to drip from her.

“So sweet.” I hummed once I wrapped my lips around those digits, tasting her on my tongue again. Yes, I was already obsessed. I think anyone who had the chance to try her nectar would understand my situation - but no one ever would.

She was mine now, and I would never let her go.

“C’mon, bunny.” Patting her ass, I directed her to the bed, chuckling at how embarrassed she seemed, being this exposed to my hungry gaze. “Be a good girl and spread your legs. Be my little angel, won’t you?”

I wished I could have done this somewhere more private - my own house, instead of my sister’s. But I just couldn’t wait anymore. My cock twitched inside my pants. I felt like I was drunk on this, drunk on her.

“C’mon, honey!” I repeated, lightly slapping the outside of her thigh. “I wanna fuck you. And I know you want to be mine, pretty girl. You can’t hide it from me.”

When she finally relented and slowly parted her beautiful legs for me, I nearly melted at the sight. Driven by my desire, I unbuckled my belt and worked to whip my cock out as quickly as possible, smirking at the wide, innocent eyes that settled on my member as I fisted it in preparation.

“Doesn’t it look good?” I teased, climbing on the bed to take my spot between her legs, rubbing the head of my dick against her slit. “I’m gonna have you taste it next time. But for now…”

Resting my forehead against hers, I slowly started to penetrate her tight pussy, slipping only the head at first, even though I was aching to fuck her throughly.

“This is gonna hurt a little,” I warned, not able to stop mid-way to let her adjust but keeping my invasion of her maidenhood slow until I had bottomed out inside of her. “Sh…” I tried to calm her, gently wiping away the few tears running down her soft cheeks. “I know it hurts, bunny. But you can take it, can’t you?”

She managed to nod despite her whimpers, and I brushed her tears away as I warned her, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, honey.”

It took a little while, but at last, she opened her eyes and I waited until she was able to focus them on me again. “You look so pretty, bunny…” I whispered, kissing her while I finally started to move inside of her, stopping only to moan out loud at her overwhelming tightness.

“I’m gonna train you until all you can think about is my cock,” I warned her, slowly pulling out until only the head of my cock was keeping her open.

“I can’t wait any longer.” Slamming my dick all the way in, I felt her nails running down my back, leaving trails of blood behind - trails I wouldn’t mind wearing under my shirt, sting as they might.

“I promise you, honey…” I panted, sweat already dripping from my forehead onto her pretty face. “You’re gonna miss me when I’m not inside of you.”

I kissed her cheek, rubbing my nose against it as she held me tightly against her. “I know you don’t want any of those boys you used to go to school with touching what I’ve already taken.”

She nodded quickly, my pretty little honey. Yes, she was mine already and she knew it. “It’s alright, pretty girl…” I soothed her as she started to whine, her cunt clenching deliciously around me. “It’s alright, cum with me…”

She closed her eyes when she met bliss, but I kept mine wide open so I wouldn’t miss her perfect expression of pleasure. It was almost enough to keep me hard, but I wasn’t as young as I once was.

I never pulled out of her tight heaven, keeping her body snuggled against me. I was happy that I decided to be patient, if it meant I now got to have her like this.

“I hope you know that you’re mine now, bunny.”