#i haven't been able to un fucking see this

[kaisollisto]

avatrice + hair intimacy + learning

AND BEATRICE BEING LIKE "it's not horrible... horrible" in her endearing british accent with a bit of a pause as she takes it all in. It's floppy and flimsy at best, but it's Ava, it's so whole heartedly Ava. And how could Beatrice view any extension of Ava in a bad light??? And Ava's pouting, frustration leaking through but Beatrice, oh beatrice just turns to her and gently grabs her hands and guides her back to the beginning over and over until Ava gets lost in it and is just carding her fingers through her hair.

[velocesainz]

Cinema

(CL16, CS55)

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Summary: Charles is forced by Carlos to go watch an English movie with him at the theater since you are one of Carlos's best friends, he happens to take quite a liking to you not knowing Carlos's love for you. What will happen when you all of you meet at a house party?

Warnings: smuttyyyy (threesome) minors dni

Pairing: Charles x actress!reader x Carlos

Charles POV:

Carlos is currently in the process of dragging me to one of the biggest theatres in Maranello.

Why?

Because his best friend recently released a new film.

I'm offended that I'm not Carlos's best friend, and also I did not know that Carlos had a girl best friend let alone one who is an actress.

I looked her up on the way to the theatre and turns out she's one of the most famous actresses today and my oh my, was she beautiful.

We got to the theatre and Carlos got us some tickets and popcorn. He rushed me into the theatre and we sat down in our seats as we watched the movie: May December. (Guys please watch it's such a good movie)

That was one hard one to take, vet complex. Yet y/n's acting was perfect and I understood even the most complicated details.

"Mate she's such a good actress and so beautiful! Why haven't you told me about your "best friend" before?" I asked Carlos wondering why he had hidden y/n from my knowledge. As far as I knew we shared all our life stories with eachother.

Carlos shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I don't know mate, I didn't want to tell you because I know you'd find her attractive. I've been in love with her for years and idk, you're someone that everyone easily seems to fall in love with" Carlos confessed. I wasn't so sure that I would be able to keep my hands off of her

"let's go mate, it's getting late" I said to ease the tension.

With that we left the theatre and got back to our hotel rooms. Tomorrow we had a small house party at Pierre's house in Milan so I knew I wouldn't get sleep the next day.

Timeskip

I dressed up for the party, throwing in a simple white button up with blue jeans pairing some jewelry along with it.

As I was driving to Pierre's house my mind wandered to y/n. Her acting skills were amazing and she was so immensely attractive. She had won golden globes and even an Oscar for her remarkable acting.

I arrived at the party realising I'm late as the place was completely packed with people, most of whom I didn't recognise.

I was looking for either Pierre or Carlos but as I was looking my eyes fell on a lean figure in the corner of the room. Y/n.

I walked up to her with my sudden, newly found confidence "hey! My name is Charles, I'm Pierre and Carlos's best friend. I'm a huge fan of your acting" she looked at me wide eyed. Shit. Did I ramble?

"Oh hey! I'm honoured to have you as one of my fans, good to know Carlos has replaced me" she said chuckling. Oh thank god, I thought I fucked up my only chance.

I chatted with y/n for some time until someone came up to us.

"Hola mis mejores amigos" the person said, I froze. It was Carlos.

"hola Carlitos, estaba hablando con el apuesto caballero con el que me reemplazaste" Hello Carlitos, I was just talking to the handsome gentleman you replaced me with.

She spoke in perfect Spanish, god her accent was so hot.

Carlos and her exchanged a few words and then turned to involve me as well into the conversation. How nice of Carlos.

I saw that she spoke french as one of her native languages and decided to take advantage of the fact that Carlos didn't understand a word of French.

"Si jolie fille. Veux-tu retourner dans ma chambre d'hôtel ? Je peux te montrer un bon moment" So pretty girl. Do you want to go to my hotel? I can show you a good time.

She blushed hard, her cheeks turning bright red. Carlos pulled me aside.

"What are you doing mate? I told you I like her and you're going on trying to sleep with her?" Carlos said. How did he understand what I said.

"Carlos she's not your to have. If you want we can share, I see the way she looks at you as well. She likes the both of us, let's show her a good time." I suggested

Carlos nodded and walked back to y/n whispering something in her ear causing her to blush again, got was she beautiful.

All three of us got in my car and drove to my hotel.

As soon as we got there Carlos threw y/n against the wall and started kissing her

I traced her curves with my hands, pressing up behind her. I was sure she could feel my arousal on her ass.

She ogled at Carlos's body before her. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her linen pants, leaning forward to pepper kisses on her right shoulder. Y/n reached up under the shoulders of Carlos’s shirt and pushed the fabric away. The shirt flowed off his arms, falling to the floor. He reached forward, cupping y/n's cheek before kissing her again.

My kisses on her skin flowed down her back, teeth nipping at her hips through her panties as I slid her pants down.

Carlos POV:

Charles kneeled behind y/n once the material pooled at her feet, kissing upward. I massaged one of her breasts through her bra. Charles stood up to his complete form, kissing her shoulder once more as his hand swept across your skin to her panties.

I felt Charles’s hand slip beneath the material of her panties and graze her clit, going to feel the wetness between her folds. The kiss was broken as a moan left her lips, back arching into Charles. I chuckled looking at how worked up she was.

She squirmed between me and Charles, reaching forward and gripping my shoulder for support.

Charles POV

I had y/n on her toes as I fingered her lazily as if I was playing the piano. She let out soft pants, not giving us the satisfaction of hearing how good we made her feel. We'll make sure those noises come out.

My hand fell to her side as she undid my belt, leaning forward to kiss the flesh softly. Herr fingers slipped the button free, teeth nipping at my right hip. My breath hitched, chest rising and falling as she slowly pulled the zipper down. Y/n reached in, purposefully grazing the obvious erection in my underwear before tugging the jeans down.

“Fucking hell” I breathed, pulling away from her. Her hands brushed my thighs as I stepped away. She grinned at me, knowing that she got underneath my skin.

Carlos was watching the whole thing with his arms crossed and shot me a smile. As soon as I was yanking my jeans and underwear off, Carlos quickly undid his belt and jeans.

“Fuck, I am the luckiest woman in the fucking world,” She breathed, toes curling and eyes almost rolling into the back of her head at the sight of the me and Carlos naked before her. Carlos laid horizontally across the bed. His head was slightly close to the edge. He looked at yher, patting his chest.

“Come have a seat,” Carlos suggested calling y/n over. Carlos pulled her down with no warning, tongue immediately delving within you. She cried out as his tongue circled her clit. She reached forward, gripping my forearm. I waited for her to adjust, in awe at the sight of her. She looked so fucking hot and bothered.

“Ch-Charles, let me, please,” she pleaded me, reaching forward with her free hand and wrapping it around my cock. I widened my eyes, fuck that felt so good. I walked a little more forward. Her gaze was innocent despite her lips wrapping around the tip of my cock. I groaned loudly grabbing her hair. God she was doing so good.

Carlos POV:

I moved to suck on her clit, slipping away one of my hands from her thigh and pressing a finger between her wet folds. She moaned on Charles’s cock, causing him to pull a breath through his teeth. I gently brought my finger in and out of her, adding another.

I continued sucking her clit and I could feel that she was getting close. Her moans grew louder and louder.

“Carlos, please,” she begged, god I needed her so badly.

I stopped pleasuring her and got her off my face guiding her to the edge of the bed.

Charles walked to his dresser removing two condoms and passing me one.

“Thanks, mate,” I said quietly. We both ripped the packaging and slipped the condoms on.

“Come here, cariño,” I said to her. She came to me leaning down and kissing me as she planted a knee on each side of my body. I gladly returned the kiss, one hand on her back, the other lining my cock up with her entrance. The kiss deepened as she allowed me to fill her to the brim.

Second person POV:

Charles watched the both of you, aroused by the scene and watching Carlos fill you with ease. He stepped between Carlos’s parted legs, touching your lower back. He caressed the flesh of your ass, causing you to pull away from Carlos’s kisses and watch Charles. He took himself in his left hand, shifting to level before slowly entering you from behind. Your eyes rolled back, toes curling, and cunt clenching around Carlos as Charles entered you.

Both men gave you a moment to adjust; the sensation wasn’t new, but it was always slightly alarming initially. Charles leaned forward to kiss your shoulder before straightening back, waiting for the cue. You nodded aggressively, eyes squeezed shut as you clutched Carlos’s shoulders. Carlos kissed your temple before both men moved together, Carlos thrusting up into you and Charles’s thrusts pushing you forward. You moaned, ready to come apart right there.

They were slow at first, continuing to let you adjust like the gentlemen they were. Then, when the only noise you made was panting, they changed their pace, their hips snapping against you. You moaned, back arching, which pushed you further into Carlos. Carlos’s hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your flesh that you knew would leave a mark behind. Charles’s grip was a little looser than Carlos’s on your waist but would still leave faint marks behind.

The pace they set quickly brought you closer and closer to an orgasm, the sensations of both pumping in and out of you overwhelming your body. Carlos thrust up, hips lifting off the bed, and a spot inside you that made you see stars. You gasped, clutching his bicep to the point your nails dug in. The sound of panting and your moans echoed throughout the room, all three bodies glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

“Fuck!” you cried out, soon feeling the tension in your core snap. You squeezed around Carlos, the tightening of your walls pulling him with you, causing his lips to stutter and his grip to tighten. Despite fucking you from behind, the tension of your orgasm was enough to bring Charles to his climax. He rode through his orgasm, slowing his pace until he stopped.

You fell on Carlos, not caring if your full weight was on him. Both of you were a panting, sweating mess. He removed a hand from your waist, running his fingers through his hair. He laid his head back, staring at the ceiling as he tried to get his breathing down to normal. Charles leaned over you, panting, but he kissed your spine. You hummed softly, weakly glancing back at Charles. Your eyes met, and he offered you a gentle smile, rubbing your back before he removed himself from you.

Charles walked to the ensuite bathroom, going to quickly clean up before he joined the both of you in bed. Carlos tilted his head up, stroking your back before gently patting your bum. You sighed, sitting up and letting him hold the condom before you removed yourself. Carlos leaned over, moving some hair that stuck to the sweat on your forehead. He gave it a gentle kiss, stroking your hair in the process.

Charles quickly returned, picking you up from the end of the bed. Carlos stood up and went to the bathroom, patting Charles on the shoulder. He carried you bridal style to his side of the bed, kneeling to place you in the middle before laying down next to you. You lay on your back, staring at the ceiling until Charles was beside you. Your head turned to meet his eyes, a soft smile on both faces. He stroked your hair, and you gently caressed his thigh and knee and all three of you fell asleep.

[didishawn]

@kiwivy

You are perfect to me (Pedri x Reader) smut

Warnings: reader is insecure, smut, virginity loss, lots of Spanish

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It's terrible, makes you feel sick, insecure everytime you see posts about Pedri and some other girl -you know nothing is ever going on with any of them, still fills you up with jealousy.

You try so hard to hate them, never are truly able to, just pure envy at how perfect they are, how many compliments are thrown their way, and how everyone just asks themselves how someone like you bagged up Pedri -at least you are sure everyone asks themselves that even if it's not true.

You and your boyfriend have been together for a very long time, almost a year, you know he is getting impatient, even if he never shows it nor has directly told you, how after so long you haven't gone all the way, the farthest you have gone being you giving him a handjob during a movie night a couple weeks ago.

Buet even with Pedri being the sweetest boyfriend anyone could ever wish to have, he starts to question himself whenever you take his hands off you when the heat elevates during make out sessions, how you push him off, he has never even seen you without any piece of clothing off -a true crime, because even over them he knows your body is marvelous.

He is suspicious, even a bit sad -that one he will never confess, confused, he wants answers. He would never make you do something you don't want to, but he does wish to know the reason behind his girlfriend, the one he loves the most not wanting to go further with him.

He didn't want the conversation to get so heated, but he guesses it was worth it.

The question was simple, he asked why you never seemed to want to go pass the make out stage. You didn't answer, trying to change the topic, your eyes not meeting his.

He asked again, you didn't answer, it was a back and forth that ended with tears in your eyes as you confessed to him.

"Dios, Pedri, ¿como coño voy a follar contigo yo siendo así y tú-?" he doesn't let you finish. (god, Pedri, how the fuck am I gonna fuck with you me being like this and you-?)

"¿Así como?" (like what?)

"¿De verdad me vas a hacer decirlo?" he nods, clearly confused "No es una noticia el hecho de que estás muy por encima de mi nivel, Pedri, todo el mundo lo sabes. Y como tú y yo vayamos más allá vas a querer cortar conmigo al instante" (are you really gonna make me say it? The fact that you are so above my level it's not news, Pedri, everyone knows it. And if you and I fuck, you are going to want to break up with me at once)

"¿Pero quien cojones te ha dicho eso? Si tu eres perfecta y a no ser que seas un alienígena o algo no pienso cortar contigo" (who the fuck told you that? You are perfect and unless you are an alien or something I am not breaking up with you)

"Eso dices ahora, pero-" (you say that now, but-)

"Pero nada" he gives a long sigh, thinking of his next words for a moment "Yo nunca te voy a forzar a hacer nada pero me parece una tontería que no quieras ir más allá por esa estupidez que tienes metida de que de alguna manera no eres la chica más guapa en el mundo" (but nothing. I would never force you into doing anything but I think it's stupid you don't want to go further because of that shit you have inside your head that somehow you are not the prettiest girl in the world)

"Tampoco es que te gustaría follar conmigo" once again, he is confused, almost glaring at you because of the manner you talk about yourself "Pedri, soy virgen" (it's not like you would like fucking with me. Pedri, I am a virgin)

".... Bueno, al menos eso me deja más tranquilo que esto no viene de los gilipollas de tus ex" he walks closer to you taking your face on his hands and directing you to only look at him as he squishes your cheeks "Escuchame bien, me da igual que seas virgen, me da igual cualquier mierda que se te haya metido en la cabeza de que no me vas a gustar cuando te haga el amor, el día en el que tú decidas, lo haremos, y te haré ver lo hermosa que eres" (well, at least that makes me calmer that this does not come from your stupid ex-boyfriends. Hear me out, I don't care that you are a virgin, or any of that shit inside your head that you somehow won't be desirable when I make love to you, the day you decide so, we will do it, and I will make you see how gorgeous you are)

"¿Y si quiero que ese día sea hoy?" You innocently ask him making him grin. (and what if I want it to be today?)

"Pues eso significa que el día se ha puesto mucho más interesante" (well, that means the day has just become so much more interesting)

"Joder, Pedri" you moan. (fuck, Pedri)

He has you fully naked, laying on his bed, legs wide open as he works in between them, his tongue taking everything from you.

Lips around your clit, sucking softly, the two previous orgarsms not enough for him, he wants to make sure you are as wet as possible, one finger inside you, softly thrusting and filling your walls up, another poking at the entrance, wanting to go in.

Your hands have a tight hold on his hair as he enjoys yourself kitten licking your clit, so unashamedly moaning at the sweet taste of your juices -he did a joke about you eating pineapple that you didn't understand but that he promised to explain later.

He looks up at you, questing eyebrow up as he looks from you, back to your entrance then back again at your flushed face and messy hair, you timidly nod, making him widely smile.

His second finger teases around a bit, he spits -even if not necessary by how wet you are, and slowly enters it besides the first one your head pushed back as you whimper at being so full.

You can't help but be scared at being so full with just two fingers when you think back to how thick his cock felt the day you gave him a handjob.

You feel his fingers do a slow scissor motion inside you, widening your walls a bit for a while, having your hips rise off the mattress before his other hand plants itself on your tummy, keeping you down.

"No te escapes" he grunts, then going back to work on your sensitive clit. (don't escape)

After a while he looks back at you once more you instantly nodding and enjoying the feeling of a third finger inside you, soft thrusts but going a but faster, you feel yourself reaching extasis once more, he loves it, lapping at your clit contently.

He separates from you, hands at the hem of his sweatpants as he waits for the aprooval that you of course give him, your eyes widening up at the realisation he was not wearing any underwear and his cock instantly bounces up from the clothing, already standing tall and really as thick as you rememberer, precum ouncing from his tip.

You get on you knees, reaching for the piece of meat before he stops you.

"Por mucho que quiera sentir tu mano alrededor mío, necesito estar dentro tuyo ya" (as much as I want to feel your hand around me, I need to be inside you right now)

His hand strokes himself as he walks over the nightstand, opening the drawer to take out a closed condom box, he impatiently rips it open and picks one, throwing it at the bed and putting the box back in its place, taking a smell bottle out and closing the drawer.

He signals you to once again lay down as he gets on the bed again, picking the small plastic bag and opening it, he puts the condom on -making a point to remember later where he threw the wrapper, he takes the small bottle, pressing it open and lubing up his cock as you watch with wide eyes.

You really don't know how he will make it fit.

"Entrará, no te preocupes" (it will fit, don't worry)

He is on his knees in between your legs, them thrown over his string thighs as he messages them to calm you down, a finger poking at your clit as his cock rests on you entrance, waiting for you to tell him it's already to go in.

You give him a look.

"Necesito palabras, amor" (I need words, love)

You roll your eyes, cheeks incredibly red "Por favor, Pepi, ve dentro" (please, Pepi, go inside)

He grins, so excited to finally have you, cock teasing before the tip is in, you hips instantly going up and body trembling, whimpers leaving your mouth as he caresses you to help deal with the pain, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

He waits, until you once more ask for him, you need him in deeper, want him to completely fill you up, honestly, Pedri feels like cumming already, but he must resist.

Inch by inch he enters you slowly, stopping everytime he sees you are in pain, the process going on until he fully rests inside you, cock making you feel so fucking full, balls tight against the curve of your ass.

It's a while until the moment he can freely thrust in and out from you, they are not as hard as he would want them to be -honestly for the better or he would have cummed a long while back. His finger pressing to your clit as he tries to make the whole experience as pleasurable for you as possible.

He fucks you slowly, yet hits all the right places that have you squirming and moaning, you are glad it's Pedri who makes love to you after hearing so many of your friends' bad first time experiences, but this is nothing like they told you, full love making that makes you feel in heaven as you once more cum around him -Pedri swears you are an angel when he sees your face and your sweet sound grace his ears.

He gives a couple more thrusts before he is filling up the condom, head pushed back as he groans, his hips trembling -so sensitive after all, it's been a while.

He leaves your insides, taking off the full condom and throwing it to the rubbish he walks back to the bed, standing still for a moment as he admired you in your post orgasmic glory.

"De verdad, eres la chica más hermosa que hay" (you really are the prettiest girl there is)

You smile at him and open your arms for him,, enjoying the feeling of him cuddling into your chest, talking about everything and nothing at all as you slowly fall asleep.

You hope in the morning the whole experience repeats itself.

[footiehoefics]

Pretty eyes / Ojitos lindos

This is a repost bc the tags weren't working :(. Anyways sorry I hadn't posted in a while, I'm glad i was able to write this one bc it was an idea I've had for a while now. I hope you guys like :)! Tw none, fluff/light smut, 2.7k words

Gif: bluesmason

Hace tiempo que no agarro a nadie de la mano

Hace tiempo que no envío un: “buenos días te amo”

Pero tu me tiene’ enredao, me envolví

Iba por mi camino y me perdí 

Mi mirada cambió cuando tus ojos vi

Yo no te busque, no

Chocamo’ en el trayecto

Con tu alma es la que yo conecto

Tranquila, no tiene que ser perfecto, no 

I haven't hеld somebody's hand in a while

I haven't sent a "Good morning, I love you" in a while

But you've got me entangled, I got involved

I was on my own way and I got lost

My gaze changed when I saw your eyes

I didn't look for you, no, 

We bumped into each other through our path

Your soul is the one I connect with 

Stay calm, it doesn't have to be perfect, no

What you and Mason had was something very special, and both of you knew it. You are both certain it was love at first sight, as cheesy as it sounds. You fell for him, quick and hard. The first time you looked at him properly, like look straight into his hazel eyes, you knew you were fucked. 

Before meeting him you knew who he was of course, and you never thought you would meet him in a coffee shop in Manchester and end up falling in love with him. However, the last thing you were expecting was him falling in love with you.

It was lonely for him those first days in Manchester, but he had you. After you two met, he sat down at your table for a cup of tea and a chat and he asked for your number. He thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He definitely did not plan on seeing someone right now in his life, especially after making such a big change in his life. That all changed of course when he took you on a date. 

He didn't know where to take you not having lived in Manchester before, so you chose the place since you were a local. It was a nice, cozy and cute restaurant. It was also very private which he loved. That whole night was probably some of the best moments he had ever shared with someone. He knew he felt something for you that day at the coffee shop, but on your first date it completely solidified it. 

During your first date, you could not stop staring into his eyes. It was the loveliest and best first date you've ever been to. He made you feel things no one had, and things you hadn't felt in a while. 

After dinner, you took him to a park nearby. You were walking and talking, talking and walking. You learned so much from him and him from you. It was like you were talking to someone who you had trusted your whole entire life. It felt right and it felt like home. 

After debating it in his head, Mason finally had the courage to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers with his. It made your heart melt and your cheeks blush too which caused Mason to giggle to himself.  

Every day after that, the thing you both wanted the most was to be with one another. You craved each other’s touch and presence. It did not take him long for him to tell you about his feelings and how serious he was taking your relationship. You felt exactly the same. 

It scared you a bit, you feel like maybe all of this happening in the span of a month or 2 months was rushing it. All those thoughts went away when you were with him though. 

“Do you want to go to my home game tomorrow?” Mason asked you while you both layed on top of each other on his couch. 

You had never seen him play, the season was just starting and his first game was a home game. You lifted your head up from his chest to look him in the eyes. The same eyes that drove you crazy every single time you looked at them. 

“Do you want me to go?” you asked him back, resting your chin on his chest. 

“Of course I want you to go…” he replied, smiling and caressing your cheeks with his warm hands. You smiled at him, still looking at his eyes. 

“I’ll go, I want to see you play.” you told him. 

You lifted your body up towards him and kissed him lovingly. Kissing him was another thing that drove you crazy. Feeling his lips against yours, his nose brushing against yours. 

“I love you so much, you know?” he said, your noses still touching. 

“You do?” you whispered.

“More than you know” he replied, smiling. 

“I love you,” you said, kissing him, “so much.”

After that night, every morning you woke up to a “Good morning” and an “I love you” from your boyfriend. 

After what you went through with your ex relationships, you didn’t think it was possible to find someone as perfect as him. But you were very thankful and you thanked your lucky stars every day. 

___

Yo le hablo a Dio’ y tu eres su respuesta

Aprendí que los momento’ lindo’ nunca cuestan

Como cuando me regalas tu mirada

Y el sol su puesta, y el sol su puesta

Nada más seremos do’, tu y yo acariciándono’

En medio del tiempo,  sin decir adiós

I talk to God and you are his answer

I learned that pretty moments are priceless

Like when you gift me your gaze

And the sun its setting, and the sun its setting 

It’ll only be us two, you and i caressing each other

In the midst of time, not saying goodbye

The season did not start the way everyone at United was expecting, and certainly not the way Mason expected. He had trained loads during the summer to get back on track from his previous injury and start contributing to the team. The first games he felt like it was not clicking for him.

On top of the hateful comments and mean headlines about him, he picked up an injury. It added to the frustration he had and it upset him how the team could not count on him now. 

Once he felt his muscle tingle, he knew he had to get subbed off. He hand signaled his manager to take him off. He immediately knew Mason was injured and called another player from the bench to replace him. 

You could see from the stands Mason limping off the pitch. Your heart sank, you felt awful. He had been beating himself up for the poor performances, no matter how much you tried assuring him he was not responsible for the performances of 10 other men. It hurt you to see him this way. His confidence was low, his performances were not great because of it, his face when he looked at social media after games. 

After the game, you waited for him in the player’s lounge. You were nervous. You wanted to give him space but you also wanted him to know he could talk to you and confide in you. After all, you were his girlfriend, and you loved him more than anything. 

You saw him say goodbye to his physio, got up and got ready to comfort him. He approached you, and you could see the sparkle in his eyes was gone. Those eyes that you loved so much, did not look the same. He looked defeated. Once you two were close, you hugged him, not caring if he wanted it or not. It hurt you seeing him like that. He appreciated the hug. Your arms embracing him was the best feeling in the world for him. 

You two stood there hugging each other, your arms around his shoulders and his arms around your waist, for what felt like hours, in the midst of time. Your face was buried on the crook of his neck. 

“I’m sorry baby” you whispered only for him to hear.

“Thank you for being here, always” he replied, kissing your cheek. 

“Always.” you pulled away to look at him, and kiss him. 

You both left Old Trafford and headed home. The drive home was silent which was unusual, but you didn’t want to talk about it unless he started the conversation. 

Once home, you asked him if he was hungry but he said no. You watched him head to his bedroom with his head hanging low. You cooked something for yourself since you were starving, and also to give him some space. 

You ate your food alone in the dining room and cleaned up the kitchen and plates. You headed to his bedroom and saw him lying face down on his bed. You laid right next to him sideways, so you could scratch his head and look at him. 

“What did the physio say?” you asked, trying to start a conversation with him. 

“Um, I have to go tomorrow to get some tests done but…they think it will be at least a month out…” he said, turning his head to your side so he could see you. 

“Fuck…” you muttered under your breath. You got closer to him, still scratching his head with your nails, and brushing your nose against him. “I hate seeing you like this Mase…” 

“It’ll be fine…I hope” he sounded sad and defeated. 

“It will baby, I promise” you tried reassuring him. “I will always be here, after every good and bad game.” 

“Good, you're the only person I want to see after every game” he said, pulling a smile out of both of you. 

“You will get better, you will start getting into the rhythm of the team I promise. I don’t want to see your eyes and just see sadness, I hate it.” you said kissing his nose. 

“You have a weird obsession with my eyes you know” he told you smiling to himself. 

“Excuse you, but they are my favorite” you replied, pecking his lips. 

You changed into more comfortable clothes and got back in bed with him. These moments sucked for Mason, feeling the weight of the world in him. It also sucked for you too, feeling helpless. However, being there for one another was very precious to you both. 

—--

Cuando estoy encima de ti, de ti

Mami yo me olvido de todo, todo

No hace falta nadie aquí

Solamente tú y yo

When I'm on top of you, of you

Mami, I forget about everything, everything

Nobody is needed here

Just you and me

Having sex with Mason was something you were definitely nervous about. Before him, it had been a while since you did anything with anyone. You didn’t just want to sleep with someone and not talk to them the next day. It felt wrong to you. 

When Mason suggested you stay over after a nice dinner cooked by him, you knew it would probably lead to both of you naked on his bed. You’re not gonna lie, you really wanted him. There was no one else in the world that would make you feel this way. 

Nothing had escalated more than a heated make out session. Honestly, it could have since  both of you got really horny sometimes. However, you wanted it to be somewhat special and so did Mason. Mason wanted to make love with you, not just have sex. 

After dinner, you of course started making out on the couch, both of you had thought about this moment for a long time. How it would feel to have him inside you, how it would feel for him to be inside you. How it would feel to kiss every inch of each other’s bodies.  

Mason was currently on top of you, both of you completely naked, and just anticipating that moment. 

“Mase baby, I need you” you moaned against his mouth. 

He lined himself up with you, and started thrusting in slowly. He wanted to make you feel good, and like you two were the only people in the world. 

The room was filled with both of your moans and grunts. 

“Oh my god” you moaned against his ear. 

“You feel so good my love” Mason said, now looking at you. 

You stared into his eyes, while he thrusted still slowly to take his time and make you feel every good sensation. 

Once you both started panting more and more, you knew you were close. 

“Fucking hell” Mason said, as he finished, making you moan and finish too. 

“You are something else…” he said, moving hair out of your face and smiling down at you. 

You lifted your head a bit to kiss him. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” he replied, kissing you again. 

—-

Y solo mírame con esos ojito’ lindo’

Que con eso yo estoy bien 

Hoy he vuelto a nacer

Tu y yo, tu y yo

Tu y yo, tu y yo

And just look at me with those pretty eyes

Cause with that I am fine, 

I have been reborn

You and me, you and me 

You and me, you and me

Mason was a little disappointed in not being called up for the England capm this month. He knew, however, he had just returned back from his injury and understood the manager’s decision. 

He thought this break was the perfect opportunity to do a little road trip with you, and take you somewhere a little more sunny. It was still cold, but the sun and the beach made it better. 

He wanted this trip to be just you and him, no one else and no distractions. He also wanted to make this trip for you as a thank you, for being there for him even though it got tough. 

When you arrived at the airbnb he rented, which was right in front of the beach, you gasped. It was a beautiful little house with the perfect view. You both got settled in the house and decided to go to the pier which was not far away. It was a 15 minute walk from your place. 

The whole day was perfect. Holding hands the whole time, him giving you sneaky kisses, shopping a little, exploring the town and eating delicious food he was normally not allowed. 

“Why don’t we go to the beach to watch the sun set?” he asked, giving a kiss to your left hand. 

“Okay, let me just finish this” you replied, licking the drop of chocolate that was about to fall off your churro. 

Mason looked at you, and started giggling. 

“What is it?” you asked, “do i have something on my face? Mason!” both of you now laughing. 

“You have chocolate on the tip of your nose” he said, giggling. 

“How the hell did that get there?” you laughed, trying to reach for the napkin but Mason beat you to it. 

“I mean, you are devouring that churro like it’s your last meal”  he replied, removing the chocolate from your nose and making you gasp, jokingly acting offended. 

You both headed down to the beach and found a comfy place to sit down and admire the sunset. You were sitting side by side, resting against a rock, his hands on your legs and your legs over his. 

You rested your head on his shoulder looking at the seagulls fly by, the waves crashing and the sun setting. 

“This is nice” Mason sighed. 

You looked up at him, his eyes were closed, clearly enjoying the moment. You still looked at him though, admiring his side profile. He was perfect. 

“Are you staring at me?” he asked, still didn’t open his eyes.

“So? I can stare at you” you said, kissing his cheek. 

He smiled, and opened his eyes, now looking at you. Those fucking eyes. 

“Your eyes look even brighter right now with the sun” you said, placing your hand on his cheek. 

“Mmm” he hummed at the feeling of your skin on his, closing his eyes again. 

He leaned in and kissed you. 

“I love this, just you and me” he said, still inches away from your face.  “Just you and me.” you replied, kissing him once again.

[munsonsprincess11111]

Need her gone for you 3

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: your best friend and her boyfriend broke up. Her boyfriend kicked her out so you offered her a place to stay with u and Eddie for a few nights. A few nights turns into 2 weeks etc. You and Eddie haven't done anything since she's been living with you to be respectful. But Eddie's getting bored and horny.

"OK I'm off" Jill said sliding her coat on. Eddie ran from his bedroom. "Your leaving oh my god finally I have never been so happy please never come back enjoy ur life." Eddie says. But jill looks at Eddie annoyed. "NO Eddie I'm going to work I'll be back later don't miss me to much jeez." And with her final words Jill's out the door off to work

Your sat on the couch reading a book and drinking tea and Eddie walks over and plops next to you. "WHY won't she go?" Eddie askes laying his head in your lap. You look at Eddie and put your book down.

"CAUSE she has no where else to go." You reply stroking his hair. " but we have the hole house to ourselves for the day while she's at work... maybe we could have some... fun." Your still stroking Eddie's head when you say this.

"You gonna let me fuck u like I've been wanting to but haven't been able to for. 18.days." Eddie askes looking u in the eyes. You nod. The boy needs no more encouraging he's up. He pulls u off the couch throwing you over his shoulder n walking to your bedroom.

"Best not waste a second." Eddie kicks your bedroom door open and u playfully slap his arse. He throws u on the bed. You lay on your back as he takes his shirt off and throws it someone behind him. Then go his pj pants. He kicks them off also beind him somewhere. You see he's not wearing any boxers already so he's funny naked infront of u.

"Your such a slut you know that?" You say to your naked boyfriend. "I know you are but that am I. Take your pants of hot stuff." HE comes back with. U take off the tee-shirt of Eddie's u was wearing and then your pj shorts leaving u in a red lacey set.

"Fuck baby" Eddie climbs on top of you kissing up your neck leaving bruises for later. He reaches around and un clips the bra letting your boobs fall out. His hands slide down. He grabs the edges for your red lacey underwear and pulls it off throwing it and the bra over in the corner somewhere. "You want my finger first or just go with my cock?" Eddie askes.

"Fuck me. Just fuck me. I'll be fine." You say trying to seem confident. "Mmm OK baby." HE limes himself up eith your enterance. He takes one of your hands in his and pushes in slowly. Your grip on his hand tightens at the stretch. Eddie's not an average size guy. Eddie's big. So the stretch was definitely there.

Once he was fully in he started to slowly pull himself in and out of you until he could tell you was enjoying it. He picked up the pace stillholding your hand. "Fuck baby so tight fuck your amazing love the way you feel." HE says in your ear. He reaches down with his free hand and starts to rub your clit. You moan and arch your back which encourages Eddie to thrust a but faster.

"Fuck eds I'm close." You say clawing at Eddie's back. Eddie says nothing and starts to kiss and bit your shoulder still thrusting and rubbing your clit. "Good girl. Your so good for me." HE says kissing your neck.

"I'm home." Jill. She's home early.

Eddie goes to stop with a sigh. But you wrap your legs around his waist ans grind your hips into him. "Eddie I am so close I'm begging you not to stop." You say looking Eddie in the eyes. That's all he needs to carry on. Lifting your legs over his shoulders to go deeper. He his that spot and your immediately close again.

You grab his neck keeping him close. "Cum baby. Let go. Fuck your amazing." With Eddie's words your cumming. You don't even realise you say anything let alone how loud. Eddie bites the crook of your neck to stop himself screaming as he come deep inside you. He fucks you both through your orgasms. He lays on top of you as you both come back to reality. Your laying in silence and then Eddie giggles.

"WHY r you laughing?" You ask stroking Eddie's head.

"Jill came home early n u wanted to Carey on hoping she wouldn't hear but oh she definitely did." Eddie says smiling.

"WHY?" U ask looking concerned.

"You screamed my name as you came." HE hides his smile in you neck. You lay there in absolute shock and embarrassment. You kay there for a few more minutes before Eddie slowly pulls out." Want me to eat you out?" Eddie's askes smirking. "NO I want you to clean me up." Eddie slides his boxer on smirking and walking off. He comes back with a warm towel and cleans you up.

You hiss from being sensitive. "Sorry beautiful." Eddie says kissing and stroking your leg. He helps you put his tee shirt on and put his joggers on you soypur comfortable completely forgetting underwear.

You both walk out your room and see jill sat in the couch. "WHY you back early?" You ask her. "OH my god my boss fired me cause I had a few days off." She says. You nod and put the kettle on Eddie comes up behind you and kisses your cheek.

"OH next time you guys are fuckung can you be more quiet. Especially when I'm here like come on guys." Jill says trying to be smug.

You throw the tea bag down on the side which startles Eddie and Jill by your sudden outburst. You grab Eddie wrist tight and start to walk off with him "where are you going?" Jill calls.

You turn around and look her dead in the eyes. "I'm gonna get my boyfriend to fuck me until I can't walk as loud ad I want cause this is our house. Don't like it. Go out for a few hours or move out." You turn around sticking your middle finger up at her dragging Eddie to the bedroom.

"OH fuck yeah" Eddie says slapping your arse pushing u on the bed.

Jill got her handbag and went shopping for a few hours. You and Eddie didn't know until 2 hours later cause you did exactly what you said you would.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

dropped an ask then had a lightbulb moment so you get to hear it. what do you think about a reader with a Nacho n Lalo sharing situation? Lalo going a bit rough one time [thinking the dacryphilia one!!!!!!!!!], Nacho hearing n coming in n mediating, trying to give the reader comfort by petting their hair or murmuring to them through it, but Lalos busy using them to get off saying “pshhhh it’s fine” n having his way til they’re overstimmed, sobbing into Nachos lap until Lalo finishes, all of them knowing the reader doesn’t get to come even if Lalo goes for round 2 […but maybe Nacho will fix that later ;)]

NACHO GIRLIES I PROMISED I WOULD FEED YOU!!!!!! haven't written him AT ALL since jefe (and he was just There 🧍‍♂️) so this been a long time coming 😌 hehe cumming giggity

this ended up being really long so i put it under a cut. i actually wanted to keep going w/ this so i may add on to it and put it on ao3 later 😳

combining w/ this ask

warning: dacryphilia, degradation, orgasm denial, dubcon

anatomical terms: cunt/dick (reader's), coño/cunt/cock/verga (nacho's), dick/cock (lalo's)

Lalo had invited you and Nacho into his home, welcoming you with open arms. He gave you the grand tour, proclaiming that you both would live like kings in your time with him, and you could see why. His house practically was a heavily guarded castle; only thing missing was a moat. He had introduced you to his staff, his people, and they all were so excited to have you. They seemed like a genuinely nice bunch.

You wondered if they could hear you right now.

They probably could. You weren't exactly quiet, quite the opposite, actually. You were wailing and blubbering as Lalo pounded into your cunt, his coke nails leaving indents in your skin as he gripped the back of your knees.

You were choking back tears, snot, and your orgasm as you begged for lenience. “Lah… *sniff* Lah-loh… Lalo, Lalo, Lalo... Too… *hic* Too much… I can't..."

"Yes you can," Lalo answered for you, "You can take it. You wanna be a good boy for me, right? Then you have to wait for me to tell you. We're not done yet."

You whined and moaned as he continued his onslaught. You were loud. Loudly sobbing and sniffling as he thrusted into you. Loud squelching and skin slapping reverberated around the room. You remembered all those kind people he introduced you to today, and you prayed to God that they were all asleep. You wouldn't be able to bear the humiliation otherwise.

Luckily, they all were. But someone else wasn't.

Nacho couldn't get a wink of sleep. First from anxiety, and then because he heard something. Something that sounded serious. Stupidly, he went to go investigate. He rubbed his eyes, blinded by the light as he cracked open the door to Lalo's room. “Hey, is everything alright? I thought I heard someone cry-" Once he took his hand away from his face, he was then blinded by the traumatizing (to him at least) sight of Lalo Salamanca's bare ass. "Oh my GOD, dude, really?!”

You yelped and buried your face in your hands, embarrassed to be so exposed. Lalo didn’t care. He didn't slow down. He didn’t even turn to look at Nacho. “That’s what happens when you don’t knock, cabrón (asshole)!” He laughed.

“Shit, man, I thought I heard someone crying and…” Nacho got a better look at you and stopped short. Someone was crying. You were crying. What the fuck? What the hell was going on? Was this even consensual? Had Lalo been violating you the whole time you three had worked together? He gulped in fear and tried in vain to question his boss, “Aren’t you going too hard, you think?”

“Nah, he’s fine. He can take it. He likes it rough.” Lalo grunted. He hoisted your legs up onto his shoulders, and used one of his now free hands to reach behind him and beckon Nacho over. “Debes venir aquí y míralo. Verás que lo quiero decir. Él es un putito sucio, no te preocupes. (You should come and watch. You’ll see what I mean. He’s a dirty little slut, don't you worry.)” Lalo stopped moving his hips and pulled your hands away to get your attention. “Look! Say hi to Nachito!" He made you wave at him. "He’s gonna come watch for a bit. You must've been pretty loud to make him worry about you, eh? He just wants to make sure that you’re okay. Can he watch? Just for a little while, nene (baby), I promise.”

Your cheeks were bright red and boiling hot, tears bubbling down that did nothing to quench the flame. You looked over at Nacho, who had a look of genuine concern on his face, and then back up at Lalo, who looked cheery as ever. You sniffled and stuttered your answer, "O-Okay..."

Lalo cackled. "Alright! Now it's a party!" He glanced over his shoulder back at Nacho. "C'mon! Get over here. I won't bite! Well, not you at least. Unless you want me to." He winked and clicked his tongue at him.

Nacho sighed, really regretting his decision to be the hero right about now. Had he just chosen to mind his own business, he could’ve been lying in his room, maybe even asleep and oblivious, getting some decent fucking shut-eye for the first time in his goddamn life. Instead, his big mouth had bought him the brilliant responsibility of babysitting his batshit crazy boss’s bedroom behavior. He could rob the Patrón distillery and it wouldn’t get him enough alcohol to drink this memory away. He approached the bed begrudgingly, arms crossed over his chest. "How do you want me?"

Lalo's hands snuck around your waist and lifted you up, pressing your chest against his own. He spoke to Nacho as if you weren't even there. "Sit behind him. I’ll put him in your lap. And be nice to him, okay? He’s sensitive."

The irony of that statement was not lost on Nacho. He rolled his eyes as he climbed onto the bed, sitting down behind you criss-cross applesauce, y'know, as you do in a completely normal situation like this. Lalo laid you down gently so your head could rest in the other's lap, just like he said. Nacho brushed your hair out of your face, and as your eyes met his, his expression went from frustration to trepidation. At least, that's it looked like upside down. He didn't want to risk making things worse for you, so he mouthed the words: Are you okay? You nodded, and that seemed to relax him a little.

"See? There we go! Everything's fine." Lalo cooed and caressed your cheek. "Are you ready, conejito (bunny)?"

Nacho cringed at the pet name, but you loved it. "Mhm..." you whispered.

Having gotten the green light, Lalo took hold of your thighs, pushed them up to your chest, and got back to work, recklessly pistoning his hips into you like you were nothing more than a hole for him. Like you were a sex doll, a tiny little thing that he could manipulate however he wanted, however would make him feel the best. The new position let him reach even deeper, making you cry even harder. "Ah! Lalo! Lalo! Mmh! F-Fu- *sniff* Fuck... Fuck me! *sniff* Fuck me!"

"I am, sweetheart!" Lalo smiled at you, then Nacho. "See how much he likes this? I told you he's a slut."

As much as he hated to admit it, Nacho was fascinated by this, by you more specifically. There was no doubt in his mind that you were enjoying yourself, but you were crying, practically howling like you wanted it to stop, like you were in agony, but it wasn't agony. It was ecstasy.

For you, at least. For Lalo, it was business as usual. He was definitely enjoying it, but he was eerily calm about the whole thing, barely even breaking a sweat. He could even crack a joke at Nacho's expense. "Si tu coño sea la mitad bueno que esto, tal vez deberé probarlo después, ¿verdad? (If your cunt is half as good as this, maybe I'll have to try it out later, right?)"

Nacho ignored him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a response. He just gazed down it you, almost in awe. He gently stroked your hair, making you nuzzle into his touch as you sobbed. "Does it feel good?" he asked you.

Your eyes slammed shut as you moaned, "Yes! Yes, god, yes! Ah! So *hic* good! So good! *sniff* God... *sniff* it's... *sniff* so... *sniff* good! Fuck me! Fuck me more!" You weren't sure who you were talking to anymore.

Lalo assumed it was him. "Dios mío, muñequito (My god, doll), you are shameless!" He teased, "Now, just because we have a guest doesn't mean the rules change. You can't cum until I say so." He spanked your ass to punctuate his statement, before attempting to engage Nacho in conversation again, "Está tan necesitado. Siempre me está rogando que le deje a venir. Es una lástima que no tengas una verga, si no dejaría tocarte el turno en él. Es lindo, ¿verdad? (He's so needy. He's always begging me to let him cum. It's a shame that you don't have a cock, otherwise I'd let you take a turn on him. He's cute, right?)"

"S-Sí, él es... (Yeah, he is...)" Nacho responded, his eyes not leaving you as you writhed in his lap. Maybe if he stared at you long enough, his eyes would blur out everything but your face, and Lalo and his dick would fade into obscurity.

But they didn't. Lalo's presence only got more intrusive as he neared his peak. "Mierda, estoy cerca... Tan apretado... (Shit, I'm close... So tight...)" He groaned, "Acá, agarra sus manos. Voy a venir dentro de lo (Here, grab his hands. I'm gonna cum inside of him.)" Nacho did as he asked, taking your wrists in his hands, holding you down so Lalo could have his way with you. Lalo sighed in approval at him, "Good boy," and then at you, "You too. Such good boys, the both of you." He stroked your cheek and wiped your tears with his thumb. "I'm gonna cum inside you, pretty boy. Doesn't that sound nice? Gonna be so... ngh... so nice and full... fuck..." Lalo gave a few more hard thrusts before he buried himself inside you, humming as he filled you to the brim with his cum. You trembled and whimpered underneath him, squirming against Nacho's grasp, your dick painfully hard and untouched, longing for attention.

Lalo pulled his cock out, hissing in delight as he watched his cum spill out of you. "Oh, look at that. Gorgeous." He tapped your cheek again so you could open your eyes. "You stay right here. I'm gonna go get us all something to drink, okay?" Lalo kissed your forehead and climbed off the bed, directing his next line to Nacho, "Don't try anything funny, you hear?" He laughed as he cloaked himself in a silk bathrobe and left the room, heading for the kitchen, leaving the door wide open. What? His house, his rules.

You and Nacho stared at each other awkwardly, your chest rising and falling as you worked on stabilizing your breath. How the fuck do you start a conversation after that? Nacho cleared his throat to make an attempt. "So, uh... he doesn't let you finish?"

You shook your head. "N-No... Not until he says so..."

Nacho frowned. "That's not cool..." He listened intently for a second, sighing when he heard movement downstairs. Lalo was gone. Now was his chance. "Here..." He took your neglected dick between two fingers and started to stroke you.

"...Let me help."

[baki-tiene-un-simp]

Hey, I know that i've already asked agood amount of hc but could you please make an hc for retsu, musashi, mumon, sukune and jun with an S/O that was almost killed by someone like their enemy or something (like a very graphic and bloody injuries that are basically exposing the bone or the whole body is basically fully bruised) but they get to the hospital and they are in a coma and they wake up after 3 to 6 months or so moments before their S/O is umpluged from the life support and everyone thought that they were basically dead.I would like to know about their thoughts, feelings and plans after they thought they were going to lose their S/O and their plans for the future, also what they would do the person and how would they react to their S/O coming back and some aftermate.

Thanks for having the patience to deal with so many asks.

Heres a kiss for my FWACCOF(Favorite Writer And Content Creator Of Tumblr)

P.S.(I know that this kind of reads "fuck off" but I liked the acronym so I'll let it stay)

Hope you have a nice second/minute/hour/day/week/month/year/life/eternety.

Situation: Baki's men's train of thought when an enemy attacks their S/O. / Tren de pensamiento de los hombres de Baki cuando un enemigo ataca a su S/O.

Characters: Jun Guevaru, Musashi Miyamoto, Mumon Katsuragi and Retsu Kaioh.

Jun Guevaru.

"These months have been exhausting without them, so stressful how everyone seems to go on with their lives while I feel lost because they didn't react, but they have finally come to their senses. They have opened their eyes and looked at me after so long, I really missed those beautiful eyes.

Who could even think of hurting you, mi amor? What kind of monster could hurt you, mi ángel?

I must make sure that your house is protected so that this incident does not happen again. A couple of my men could regularly hang around there just to keep the perimeter clear, I'll be with them anyway so I can protect them. Oh how I've missed you…"

Musashi Miyamoto.

"It's ridiculous to take it out on someone who can't defend themselves, what logic is there in attacking others when the target is me? The discomfort in my chest hasn't disappeared since they were attacked a couple of months ago, now that they woke up I felt less… Uncomfortable, but that feeling is still there.

Is it some kind of desire for revenge? Revenge doesn't taste so bitter, besides, I'm satisfied when I use my katanas on the offender. I don't understand what happens.

I don't understand how they are still here either, their slow breathing and their lack of mobility during these months only gave me an image of what I thought was the future, I don't know how they managed to come back to life, but I will stay with them until they can explain it to me…"

Mumon Katsuragi.

"They opened their eyes, heaven has finally heard my pleas, maybe God got tired of hearing me cry at night to get them back to me. I stopped myself, I wanted to jump on them and kiss them as if I hadn't seen them in years, but I I held back; her condition is delicate and I must be careful.

The doctors haven't stopped talking about her treatment and diet from now on, that old cookbook I found at her house should help me a bit. They probably don't mind me staying at their apartment, I spend most of my time there and they need help right now.

I have to go home before them, I have to clean and change the sheets so they can rest as soon as they get out of the hospital, maybe they want to eat something after a long time? Probably, I'll take care of bringing today's dinner so that I can regain my strength after all these months…"

Retsu Kaioh.

"They are fine, they are fine, they have finally woken up and just in time, just when I lost hope of one day being able to see their eyes looking at me once more. If only I had been by their side when they needed me most, maybe if would have paid more attention to their surroundings they would not be here, they would not have suffered as they did.

The wounds have healed, but they need therapy and periodic checkups to make sure they are better. Maybe I should ask them to move in with me so that I can take care of them properly during all the remaining time of recovery and therapies, that would also allow me to be around for them when they need to do something and their injuries do not allow it.

A good diet is also vital, it could supply the pantry with foods rich in vitamins and nutrients, meat and fish, reduce sugar and bad substances for a period of time. The tea is medicinal, surely they will manage to calm your discomfort and help you sleep. I should take out the inflatable bed and offer them my bed, the important thing is that they are comfortable and rested…"

Versión en español.

Jun Guevaru.

"Estos meses han sido agotadores sin ti, tan estresante como todos parecen seguir sus vidas mientras yo me siento perdido porque tu no reaccionas, pero finalmente has vuelto. Al fin abriste los ojos y me miraste después de tanto tiempo, realmente extrañaba esos hermosos ojos.

¿Quién podría siquiera pensar en hacerte daño, mi amor? ¿Qué clase de monstruo podría lastimarte a ti, mi ángel?

Debo asegurarme de que tu casa esté protegida para que este incidente no se repita. Un par de mis hombres podrían pasearse regularmente por allí solo para mantener el perímetro libre, de todas formas estaré junto a ti, así que puedo protegerte. Oh, como te he extrañado…"

Musashi Miyamoto.

"Es ridículo desquitarse con quien no puede defenderse, ¿Qué lógica existe en atacar a otros cuando el objetivo soy yo? La incomodidad en mi pecho no ha desaparecido desde que fue atacado hace un par de meses, ahora que despertó me he sentido menos… Incómodo, pero ese sentimiento sigue allí.

¿Será alguna clase de deseo de venganza? La venganza no tiene este sabor tan amargo, además, quede satisfecho cuando use mis catanas en el causante. No entiendo que sucede.

Tampoco entiendo como sigue aquí, sus lentas respiraciones y su falta de movilidad durante estos meses solo me dieron una imagen de lo que creía era el futuro, no sé cómo logro regresar a la vida, pero me quedaré a su lado hasta que pueda explicármelo…"

Mumon Katsuragi.

"Abrió los ojos, el cielo al fin ha escuchado mis súplicas, quizá Dios se cansó de escucharme llorar por las noches para que me lo devuelvan. Me contuve, quise saltar sobre el y besarles como si no le hubiera visto en años, pero me contuve; su estado es delicado y debo tener cuidado.

Los doctores no han parado de hablar sobre el tratamiento y la dieta que debe seguir de ahora en adelante, ese viejo libro de cocina que encontré en su casa debería ayudarme un poco. Probablemente no le moleste que me quede en su apartamento, paso la mayor parte del tiempo allí y necesita ayuda justo ahora.

Debo volver a casa antes, debo limpiar y cambiar las sábanas para que puedan descansar tan pronto salga del hospital, ¿quizá quiera comer algo después de mucho tiempo? Es probable, me encargaré de traer la cena de hoy para que pueda reponer fuerzas después de todos estos meses…"

Retsu Kaioh.

"Está bien, se encuentra bien, al fin ha despertado y justo a tiempo, justo cuando perdí la esperanza de algún día poder ver sus ojos mirándome una vez más. Si tan solo hubiese estado a su lado cuando más me necesitaba, quizá si hubiera puesto más atención a su alrededor no estaría aquí, no hubiera sufrido como lo hizo.

Las heridas han sanado, pero necesitan terapia y revisiones periódicas para verificar que están mejor. Quizá deba pedirle que se muden conmigo para que pueda cuidarles debidamente durante todo el tiempo restante de recuperación y terapias, eso también me permitiría estar cerca cuando necesite hacer algo y sus heridas no se lo permitan.

Una buena dieta también es vital, podría abastecer la despensa con alimentos ricos en vitaminas y nutrientes, carnes y pescados, disminuir los azúcares y sustancias malas durante un periodo de tiempo. El té es medicinal, seguro que lograran calmar sus molestias y les ayudaran a dormir. Debería sacar la cama inflable y ofrecerle mi cama, lo importante es que esté cómodo y descansado…"

[italeean]

(Un)welcomed intruder

Hiiii how are you all doing? Today it's the birthday of @mai-mei and @wertzunge and I decided to make a little something ^_^✨️ I hope you had an amazing birthday and that you'll enjoy our gift, Mei 💚🤍❤️

Dazai sighed as he opened the door to his apartment, not even bothering to put out his key, who needed locked doors anyways. "Ahh maybe a burglar had sneaked in, that would be exciting," he mumbled as he slipped out of his shoes and walked further into the dark room. The brunette was welcomed by silence when he heard a sudden sound behind him.

He barely had time to dodge a kick that was coming for him from behind, and when he turned around, he found a fuming redhead glaring at him. "HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE?!! YOU'RE A MAFIA AND YOU LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN?!! IF I WERE ORDERED TO GET RID OF YOU, YOU WOULD'VE BEEN KILLED A THOUSAND TIMES ALREADY!!!" Chuuya yelled before letting out a long string of cursing, so long and with so many colorful words that even the rudest and worst-mannered man on Earth would've been impressed. Dazai could see the smoke coming from his ears... that guy really had every intention of killing him (or at least give him the beating of a lifetime).

Dazai just grinned at the smaller teen, easily evading the kick that was aimed at him. He was already used to his short temper and his "nice" way of showing his... well let's call it affection for other's, it only made him more adorable and easier to tease. "Chuuuuya~ It's also nice to see you too~" He walked over to him and petted his shoulder a few times as he continued to speak. "Ahh yiu know, it really makes me happy that you care so much about me... you love me after all... *sigh* It's a shame you wouldn't kill try killing me though," he said the last part more to himself, ignoring the daggers that were starred at him.

"IF YOU KEEP TESTING MY PATIENCE, I'LL CONSIDER KILLING YOU FOR REAL!!!" The 15-year-old yelled as he touched a book and sent it flying towards his frie- I mean, mafia partner. "AND SERIOUSLY, HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SUCH A DUMBASS THAT THEY LEAVE THE DOOR OF THEIR OWN HOUSE OPEN?!!" He kept yelling in a fit of rage and threw three more books at his business partner, "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE WORKING AT?! A FUCKING FLOWER SHOP?!!"

"You would? You really would?!" Dazai asked with sparkling eyes, skillfully moving from left to right as his "bullets" missed its target by mere centimetres, giggling playfully. That kid really needed to relax some more - a teen shouldn't act like this nor have these thoughts. "Well, I now have a partner who will look after me, besides..." he was suddenly behind him "...you should worry about yourself more Chuuya. Looking after your friends is great and all but being angry doesn't help anyone. Hehe why don’t you try smiling for me~" he teased and squeezed his lower sides, hoping to get a reaction from him.

The frustration that the redhead was feeling from not being able to hit Dazai even once was suddenly replaced with another kind of sensation. "HAAAAHH?!! WHAT THE- hehe... WHAT THE FUhuhUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Chuuya eventually managed to suppress his laughter and with a huge jump, helped by his zero gravity ability, he landed on the other side of the room, although he was still busy rubbing his sides with vigor in the spots where Dazai had touched him, trying to get rid of the tingly feeling.

He knew it. Dazai knew it... as if a kid like him wasn't sensitive. That would be funny and exciting enough to kill some time and maybe even bond with the little gremlin. Chuuya rarely showed so many emotional outbursts with anyone but him which told him that he really felt comfortable around him or (which was more likely) that he just found him annoying. Now there was only one way to find out, right. He wiggled his hands at him as he tried to approach him again. "Ohh... don't tell me you're actually ticklish Chuuya~ ...Heeey, don't look at me like that. YOU still haven't laugh yet, act a bit more your age and let me tickle~" he said, walking closer.

For the first time in forever, the shorter guy found himself backing off from someone... and that someone was one of the people he lov- I mean, loathed, the most. "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!!!" He yelled while sending more and more objects flying in his direction, "I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR REAL, I MEAN IT!!!" He shouted, but a keen ear could've heard an unusual shake in his loud voice, and an observant eye could've realized that the corner of his lips where slightly, almost unnoticeably, turned upwards.

Dazai's smile only grew wider. He wasn’t stupid after all and already knew his dear partner's quirks, all of them. "Do you plan to demolish the entire room- woHa that almost got me." He ducked as a vase flew over his head, breaking into dozen pieces when it hit the wall behind him. He looked at it and back at the other who had already grabbed the next item to through at him. "I really liked that one *sigh* You truely are a bad kid, trying to "kill" me in my own house... and you know what happens with bad kids, right?" Dazai asked, using the moment of confusion to take a few steps closer to his target. "They're taught a lesson~"

"I'M GONNA DEMOLISH MORE THAN THIS ROOM IF YOU DON'T CUT THIS CRAP!!!" Chuuya yelled, still throwing anything he could put his hands on towards the brunette. "AND I'M NOT A KID!! I COULD KILL YOU EVEN RIGHT NOW IF I REALLY WANTED TO" If he hadn't been so focused on yelling at top of his lungs, he would've probably noticed that his partner was slowly cornering him...

"Then why are you acting like one~ Chuuya-kyun," Dazai giggled as he finally reached the little screamer. "You're saying all this but in the end... you won't do it~ Hehe and uuuup we go~" he teased, easily lifting him over his shoulder, ignoring his curses and hits as he carried him to the couch.

"I'M ACTING LIKE A WHA- AAAHH WHAT THE HELL?!! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!!!" Chuuya yelled and let out the longest stream of curses Dazai had ever heard. He also tried to hit the taller guy's back, but to no avail. He didn't budge, as if he wasn't even feeling the strong punches he was receiving. As a last resort, he tried to use his ability, but he realized that Dazai was already using his own on him, that bastard...

Chuuya squirmed, Chuuya cursed, Chuuya kicked and slapped, but in the end not even his ability could save him from what was about to happen. Dazai - having reached his destination - threw him on the soft cushions and immideatily put his feet in an leglock, sitting at the armrest and making himself comfy. "Didn’t you say something about killing me and look where we are now~" he teased, looking down at the angry kid with a smile before his gaze went to his wiggling feet. "Well, at least you had the decency to take off your shoes before breaking into my home, maybe you aren't such a delinquent after all~" he continued, before he slid his fingers slowly over his socked soles, testing the waters.

As much as the shorter guy tried to kick and squirm away, his partner's grip was too strong. He tried to sit up and reach him with his hands, but he couldn't do that either. It was so irritating how smug Dazai was about the whole situation, it made Chuuya want to punch him... well, more than usual. "YEAH, I KNOW HOW TO BE A DECENT GUEST, BUT YOU'RE A SHITTY HO- AAAHH WHAT THE FUCK!?" The sudden tingly feeling made him fall backwards, but he managed to throw a pillow at the brunette and hit him right in the head.

"I am what, Chuuya? I'm a 'shitty' what? You know for some- owww!" he fake-whined, pouting a bit when he heard a faint chuckle from the redhead. Though, Dazai wasn't someone who let that stand without any consequences, not that he had planned to stop anyways, Chuuya really needed to learn how to let go for once and with that he just gave him the oppertunity to do so. "Oho seems like you're up for some real trouble now, Mr. Decent Guest~" the brunette mocked as his hands found their way to his heels, wiggling over it and drawing little circles around it.

The shorter guy looked at his partner with a smug, Cheshire Cat-like smile, happy that he had finally managed to hit him. "I said that you're a shitty host!!! Now you better let me g- ACK! HEHEY CUT IT OUHUHUT!!!" His squirming and struggling intensified again, trying to get out of that predicament. But everything was useless, and judging from Dazai's ominous smirk, he was about to regret hitting him.

His laughter was music to Dazai's ears and even though it was kinda forced, it fit his age so much more. "What's wrong Chuuya, can't deal with a little tickle? I thought you were strong? Was I wrong?" he mocked, making sure the other had heared each and every of his words. He skillfully scrached around the edges and then - out of nowhere - decided to tickle under his toes, not giving him the chance to get used to it. "Awww~ Are those little feet of yours sensitive? Coochie coochie goo~"

"SHUHUHUHUT YOHOHOHOUR STUPIHIHID MOHOUTH AHAHAHAND CUHUT THIHIS CRAHAHAHAHAP!!!" The redhead was still struggling in vain, but when Dazai touched his toes, he let out a scream that not even he knew he was able to make. "GAHAHAHAHAHAHA IHI SAHAHAHAID CUHUHUT. IHIHIT. OHOHOUT!!!" In that moment, his left foot actually managed to get out of the brunette's iron grip! Now he only had to free the other one without him catching his free foot again.

Even Dazai was surprised by his strong reaction and you can trust me that him getting caught off guard for once didn’t happen often. Not wanting to get kicked and too lazy to grab his free leg again, he just slid down and straddled his lower body. "You don't need to scream Little Chuuya, might scaring the neigbors. Not my fault that you're so sensitive, having such a cuuuute weakness." He rubbed his hands together, warming them up a bit. "Let's find out if that was your worst spot or not~" he giggled and wiggled his hands down and over his sides, squeezing and kneading up and down his flanks, continuing his exploration from before.

The shorter guy was genuinely amazed by how strong Dazai was, but he would never EVER tell him, not even indirectly. He usually didn't like being overpowered, but it was almost nice when it was his partner... as much as he hated to admit it, they had developed quite the bond over the time... but that wasn't important in that moment. "YOU ASSHOLE!!! DON'T YOU DAR- EEEEEEHH" He started bucking like a fish as soon as he felt those fingers on his sides. "STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!!!"

"But you are laughing... so why should I stop when you seem to like it so much," the brunette teased, enjoying this waaay too much. The redhead was bucking like a wild horse but with Dazai sitting on top of him he had no way of getting free (if he really wanted to anyways). "Besides, you broke into my home, so see it as a punishment for being a bad boy, hehe~" he giggled and poked him in-between his ribs, giggling how his body trembled whenever he did.

"IHIHI WOHOULDN'T HAHAHAHAVE GOTTEHEHEHEN IHIHIN IHIHIHIF YOHOHOU WEHEHEHEREHEHEN'T SUHUHUHUCH AHAHA DUHUHUMBAHASS!!! WHOHO LEAHAHAVES THEIHIHIR DOOHOHOR OPEHEHEN THEHEHESE DAHAHAHAYS?!" Chuuya wanted to ask Dazai if he had a death wish, but he probably already knew the answer, which would've angered him even more. And getting even angrier at his colleague wasn't a priority in that moment, he had to focus on freeing himself from that situation. He tried everything, from grabbing his hands to knocking the obnoxious brunette off... he even tried to make him float again, but apparently Dazai was still using his own ability on him. However, after a while, one of Chuuya strategies actually succeeded! He managed to hit his partner in the very middle of his back with his knee, and given the face the taller guy made, he didn't exactly appreciate it...

The brunette found it almost hilarious how the teen still cursed him in almost every sentence he managed to blurt out, no even thinking of admitting defeat. But that's what he liked so much about the other. His unbreakable stamina and conviction. "You really need to learn how to respect your superiors, Chuuya-kyun~ Otherwise you might get in serious trouble~" he lectured, still managing to suppress the other's attempts of escaping. Though, at some point, the redhead still managed somehow to hit him in the back, causing the other to collapse, loosing balance as he fell forward, right on top of him. "...and that's why, yo- aHh, yohu... waHhH!" Dazai couldn't react in time and closed his, ready for the impact, only to taste something soft mere seconds later.

Chuuya was ready for everything... he was ready to counterattack, and he obviously had considered the chance of getting wrecked even more mercilessly in case his idea hadn't worked... but he wasn't absolutely ready for this. "SEHERVES YOU RIHIGHT FOR BEING SUCH A PIECE O- HMPH!" It's all he managed to say before his words got cut off. His eyes shoot open and when he did, they were only inches away from the other's. Brown eyes starring at him with a shocked expression. They remained like this for a few seconds before the brunette got up, touching his lips. "That- That was your own fault... y-you kicked me, so it was bout to happen," he told the other, actually feeling bad now for probably stealing his first one.

"Well... IT WAS CLEARLY YOUR FAULT FOR NOT BEING EVEN ABLE TO KEEP YOUR FUCKING BALANCE!!!" Chuuya yelled, his face even redder than his hair... but at the same time, he wasn't pushing Dazai off even if he had the chance now... it seemed like he wanted that little moment to last just a while longer, and not long enough to let his partner connect the dots.

Dazai held his heart theatrical as three imaginary stones hit his head. Seems like Chuuya was fine after all. "Ahh! Your're so mean Chuuya~" he fake-whined, before grinning again. "Hehe and yet you care so much about me~ Going so far as to check if my door is locked and even let me tickle you~" he teased, knowing he had the youngster cornered. "Besides, wouldn't you feel lonely if boss would kick me out Chuuya-kyun~"

"If you were kicked out, I'd get a partner who doesn't leave his GODDAMN DOOR OPEN!!!" The redhead huffed, "Do you have a death wish?!" He asked in a fit of rage, not thinking that he served Dazai the perfect joke.

Dazai pouted at that, squeezing the cocky brat's sides one more time. "I could ask the same about you~ Do you really want another round?" he teased, only to get up, leaving him on the couch. The kid had enough tickle... at least for today.  "Just kidding~ You wanna go out for lunch, my treat of course~" he suggested.

Chuuya was already ready to punch the taller guy, but he relaxed a little when going out for lunch was mentioned, without letting his guard down completely of course. However, a stream of thoughts invaded his mind. Dazai wanted to go out to eat something with him... alone... after what had just happened. Was he going to confess? What did he actually think of the moment they had just shared? Was it even relevant for him? Or was it just a stupid accident? Those inner doubts kept the redhead quiet for a couple of minutes before he managed to stutter the dumbest question in the universe, at least according to him. "W-what are we going out as, you idiot..?"

The brunette had watched the other's inner conflict with an amused expression as the minutes ticked by and Dazai couldn't help but giggle when he heard Chuuya's honest question. He had always been quite fond of him and this accident, the feeling of his lips, made clear what these emotions he had felt were about: Love. Grinning with a blush, he grabbed one of his hands and tenderly kissed the back of it. "Does this answer your question~ ...We're going as a pair, just you... and me~" His eyes locked with the other and Dazai knew that this was the start of something truely special.

[littlerosetrove]

Hold the fucking phone. This will need a lot more pondering and explanation, but Eddie has such a skewed idea of what a romantic relationship even looks like. This post helps explain why Eddie, let's be honest, doesn't really know what romantic love even looks or feels like (especially with a woman).

So I guess adding on to that with my original thought is just, as simply as I can put it, Eddie to varying degrees did not know and kinda refused to be emotionally vulnerable with any woman he's been with, even with Shannon. Instead, Eddie's seen sex equaling a romantic relationship (and romantic love). Like? Eddie denied having any kind of affair with Kim to Buck because they haven't had sex, thus there's no affair to be had.

...My dude.

Let's also acknowledge that the only real honesty Eddie ever shared with Kim was when he came clean to her about "Yeah I see my dead wife in you, I've been looking for her in you. No I haven't seen you as your own person." Before this Kim, during the cheesy row boat date, told Eddie that she sees he holds back because, in her words, he's afraid he's too much. Or something. Which means even Kim could tell Eddie wasn't giving or revealing much of himself at all.

What I'm trying to say is that I think Eddie equates sex to both a romantic relationship and romantic love. He doesn't factor in that being emotionally vulnerable is a key piece to having a healthy romantic relationship. And as I've said here and in the past, Eddie has always struggled to varying degrees and failed at being emotionally vulnerable and invested in the relationships he's had with women. It's all been a performance, and if there's sex involved? Well that's that. Good enough in Eddie's mind.

What Eddie doesn't see, or is in deep denial about, is the glaring fact that Eddie can and has been vulnerable and open with one person. Buck. Because Buck is Eddie's safe space. Eddie can be open and honest and silly and just himself with Buck. Which Eddie has never really allowed himself to do or be with anyone else, in great part because he thinks he's too much. But he's not, and he'll never be too much for Buck. Eddie has had more intimacy and genuine intimacy with Buck than with anyone else, and they've only ever hugged.

As well, I very much see Eddie as a repressed gay man, so of course Eddie hasn't been able to be or really want to be with a woman as he's told himself he should. I think the show is working on un-repressing this gay man. There is a light at the end of the tunnel, Eddie.

So like. Eddie, I'm begging, go back to therapy. Sex =/= love. Sex =/= a healthy relationship.

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! Thanks for all the fic recs! They’re really helpful

I apologize if this has been asked before and I didn’t see it, but do you have/know of any Wing fics for the ineffable pairing?

Perhaps where one of them’s wing is injured and the other cares for them?

Many thanks

: )

Hi and you're welcome! We have a #wingfic tag in our masterpost—please remember to check that first! Here are some wing injury fics to add to the collection...

Broken Wing by Wyns_Old_Fics (T)

Years of being left un-preened leaves Crowley’s wing hurt and broken. Aziraphale is there to take care of him, and heal both physical and mental scars.

Hazardous Reading by EdosianOrchids901 (T)

Aziraphale tends to get too distracted by books and not watch where he’s going. One day, he makes the mistake of reading on the bookshop stairs and loses his balance. He’s too hurt to heal himself, but luckily Crowley is in the area.

Feathered Downfall by fractalgeometry (T)

Crowley doesn't usually fuck up this badly. Hell isn't usually this mad. It hurts.

He didn't think he wanted Aziraphale to show up at his house afterwards, either, but maybe...maybe that part is all right after all.

His Own Kind Of Angel by Z A Dusk (E)

After Armageddon't, Aziraphale and Crowley think they're safe.

They're wrong.

Aziraphale has heard stories of angels with their wings cut off, thrown into a sealed room and left to die. The rooms were soundproofed, because the inmates’ screams of agony were so horrifying that it was believed other angels would go insane just from hearing them.

But that was all rumour … wasn’t it?

Blood Makes Noise by rattatatosk (M)

She seems to have noticed his discomfort, because her grin only widens. “You look nervous,” she says sweetly. “Didn't think anyone was reading all those reports you filed, did you?”

Crowley doesn't bother replying to that. They both know the answer.

“I wonder,” Lissek muses, tapping her lip with a single neon claw, “how long you thought you would be able get away with this.” She hums, flicking another paper to the floor. “Looking at these... you've been getting sloppy, haven't you. Did you really think no one would notice? That no one would ever check?”

Wings of Porcelain by Dickenangelo (T)

"I think they're pretending it didn't happen." Good Omens, p. 218.

Not everyone is happy to pretend that the failed Apocalypse never happened. Some of those unhappy entities pay a short visit to Aziraphale’s bookshop, a visit that would cost him not only his wings but also his newly regained confidence, as well as his favourite mug – and that is completely unforgivable.

His demon is there for him. Of course he is!

But what can he do when the angel’s mind seems to turn against him?

Mind the tags on most of these!

- Mod D

[bestbonnist]

I eenjoyed your meta about Kahaku (avoiding the other ones because i haven't read modern arc at all), but how do you think Fushi might feel about Kahaku? At this point in the anime I really can't tell, though I know he DID think of him as a good friend before the nokkers officially started attacking and the Left Arm started lying

Don't worry I've got you! This topic is covered extensively later in the manga, and if the anime receives a third season you can expect that it'll answer your question better than I can! But basically, Fushi considers Kahaku a friend on the level of March/Tonari/Gugu/etc., someone who they would want to spend the rest of their life with. If anything, Kahaku's actions during the battle of Renryrr only reinforced this.

Fushi asked Kahaku for help. Pretty un-subtly. They went to visit him, dropped a line about how tired they were, and then left. Fushi would never tell their other comrades how fed up they were with their attitude, or rest while there are people dying. Their guilt complex won't allow it. But they're fucking thinking about it. Kahaku is like all of Fushi's darkest, most selfish thoughts with no impulse control. Fushi can't blame him for seeing the truth under the surface and reacting to it.

Elaborating on the previous paragraph, none of the things Fushi wants are particularly selfish or harmful to other people. They just think that if they're not actively helping others constantly, they're not paying the world back for the pain they inflict on others just by existing. Doing something for themselves is unthinkably evil. The reason I phrased things in that way is to better explain why, from Fushi's perspective, they're still friends with Kahaku. Because he accepts the parts of themselves they hate.

No one has treated Fushi this gently in a very long time. They've been on their own since Pioran died, so it's not that surprising that they folded as soon as they had someone to rely on again. Even though it ended in about the worst possible way it could have, that doesn't negate the fact that Kahaku was able to be that person when they needed it. That still means something.

By the way, all my posts that contain spoilers for the anime are tagged "#fnae anime spoilers" so feel free to block that tag if you don't want to see any stuff beyond what's already aired.

[pickless-99]

Only just got to the new episodes because I'm stuck in the hospital so lemme start off by saying *ahem*

What the Fuck Dave

He missed?! he MISSED?!?!?!?!?!?! AAAAAHHHHHH! !!!!!!!!

Ok moving on (for now). Big ramble ahead.

This episode started at gloomy and ended at fucking hopeless for everyone except her. And I don't know if that's just her optimism/expectation of the plan having worked, but damn her demeanor on that last shot has me scared for the empire. I appreciate whoever pointed out that they've been storytelling through lighting because I haven't been able to un-notice it, and it's such a heavy hitting device in the last three episodes especially; I've never been unsettled by the color of a sky in a fictional TV show before now.

Wrecker is the most precious, protect at all costs. I believe that's at least the second time this season we've seen him wrap around another big thing and just launch. I think I might just be a fan of the fact that he can and does regularly man handle gonky.

Back to Crosshair missing the shot. !!!!!! I'm heartbroken for him, I gasped aloud in my bed at 5 am because I really didn't think he was going to miss!!!!!!!!! I'd really like to think that Hunter and Wrecker would see this course of action that was logically thought out by Omega and let him off the hook and just go get the girl, but I think all they're going to see is that she isn't there and that he missed. I hope I'm wrong. I want to be wrong, I want them to see that he's changed so so much since they got him back. His eyes have gotten so much softer.

Anyway

Hemlock, fuck that guy, great villain though. I feel bad for Emerie. He's annoyed by her and she looks up to him so much. Well, she did.

I'm done talking about this show for now I gotta take a nap

[abbythewritor]

"Specimen" Connor x Venom Reader *1.*

Description: Y/n, a girl who's been alone her whole life, decides to change when an alien from the sky corrupts her body. Learning to cope with the symbiote named Venom, the two figure out a way to help put an end to disgusting humans who pick on the weak. But what happens when a certain Android detective is on her tail as if he was attracted to her all this time?

Warnings: Drama, blood, violence, stuff from the game, you know, the usual from Detroit become human.

Other things:

-I do not own Detroit Become Human; they belong to the owners and creators of the game.

-We will be following both Markus and Connors's side because the reader is with the deviants, while Connor, you know, does his cop duties, lol.

-Y/n is a human girl who is then corrupted by Venom; if you don't know who Venom is, then I recommend watching the movie about him, then that will sum it up for you.

Enjoy the first chapter everyone. :)

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"HOW CAN YOU FUCKING LOSE A ROBOT?!"

It was too early for Hank, as he and Connor this morning, when arriving at work, got sent to fowlers office immediately.

The situation last night left the old man, and even Connor himself to be quite stunned, and they still both were stunned by your actions.

Slipping under their fingers, getting to the deviant before they even found the proper evidence, the girl planned this before the police knew about Carlo Oritz's diseased body.

It was frustrating, not to Connor, but to Hank, as the situation made his squad and himself look absolutely stupid.

"Out of all my work life, today had to be the day two idiots couldn't catch a criminal; that's just absurd-" "Oh shut the fuck up, fowler, it's not our fault that someone was there! She caught the tin can off guard and fled simply. She was probably there before we even arrived last night. " Fowler crossed his arms. "If it was that simple, why isn't the deviant here? We hired this android for a reason, Hank, and to see a deviant flee when the best android is on our side; I think what's going on is child's play." Hank's eyes widened. "Child's play?! We were doing everything fucking write; Connor knew where the deviant was, and he was about to grab the perpetrator until the girl pushed him off; she was quick, quicker than an Android. If you had seen what happened, you would have understood why we haven't watched that bastard. This woman is Un-human!" Fowler sighed. "How can you make me believe that this 'Woman' who took the deviant is un-human? That's just fucking blasphemy, Hank, coming from you." The luitenit crossed his arms. "It didn't come from me, Connor saw it too, right Tin Can?" Connor was silent for a moment, before simply turning to fowler. He could remember your perfect description, black goo coming from your body, as the large tenticals pushed him back, away from the deviant. He could remember you blocking his gun-shots, with the same black goo. If he could piece every evidence he saw of you together, he could definatly calculate that you weren't even human at all. Maybe an android?

"It is true, the women attacking me last night had tentacles coming out of her upper back, they slammed me into a wall before I had a chance to grab her cloak which she was able to flee. But, when I was about to shoot her as she and the deviant was running to the window, she blocked my shots with a liquid-yet slimy type of wall." Hank nodded with a smirk. "See? I'm not crazy here." "Your descriptions still sound blasphemy, both of you, there is no such thing as powers, or tentacles going out of peoples backs. Damn it, I need you both to cooperate here, and find out where the girl took the deviant, and bring him the Android in for investigation, do I make my self clear?" Hank scoffed with fowlers response, before standing. "Fucking hell, can't believe this shit.." He mumbled, not answering fowlers statement, as he exited the office, even more pissed off from when he woke up. Connor, who watched him leave, stood up, soon following after him. "Connor." Stopping, he turned to fowler. "I don't know what you saw at the crime scene, but, if this Woman you described shows up again, you and Hank need to be high alert. I don't want this operation to go sideways, and loose this case, understood?" Connor simply nodded. "Yes, Captain fowler." "Good." Fowler sipped his coffee. "Now leave me be, I have meetings to attend." Nodding again, Connor took his leave out of the office, shutting the door behind him. He saw hank already sitting at his desk, looking through various files as the women from last night, replayed in his head. 'You yourself will know the truth of freedom.' What does that mean? Why did you say that to him? It's like you knew what freedom was, and to see you so confident when taking the deviant, it's like you were kidnapping it, or maybe even saving it.

He doesn't understand the situation at all, he should, because he's an android, but all he is getting from your words is freedom, and the word 'truth.'

There is nothing he can do with just standing their, Hank and connor need to go back to the crime scene, back to where you escaped from.

He needs to know who, and what you are.

Without any blood shedding.

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"That was dangerous, Y/n. What if someone was killed, huh? What would've happened then?!" You and Venom made it to Jericoh,with the deviant, as you were standing in front of Simon, North, and Josh, who all were giving you a lecture. Well, Josh was lecturing you, as North and simon just stayed back. You were truly annoyed with him at the moment, Venom feeling the same as your eyes just simply glared up at him. "We got the deviant, didn't we? We did what you asked-" "Yet you attempted to hurt one of us, how would that of turned out? How would that loof of our reputation-" "Fuck the reputation, he wasn't a deviant, he was working with the humans." "Working with the humans or not, you almost damaged on of our kind, and someday, it will bite you back in the ass. That, or other people would have gotten hurt, like the one you brought in." "He was already hurt!! He allowed me to take him, no other damage was done, besides me, North, are you listening to this?!" North stayed silent for a moment before a sigh left her lips. "I hate to agree with him, Y/n, but you could have been hurt. Your not an android like us, and the risks of the bullet going to your heart or lungs could have been 85 to 90 percent, which would have meant instant death, or maybe brain damage if a vein was hit. Your lucky Venom was their with you, or this operation would have you dead already." Simon nodded with agreement. "Humans are fragile creatures, and your the only human amongst them who we trust, and if you would have died, then we wouldn't know what to do. Your the best on the team, and your IQ and combat skills are needed for our freedom." Now pacing, your hands went through your hair.

"I can't believe this shit, my own friends are against me...." Josh stepped forwards. "That's not what we are saying, Y/n, what we are saying is next time, don't be so reckless and just heading straight on into a fight. Fighting won't get our freedom sooner, it would only just get someone killed." "And what was I supposed to do?! Let the cops take the poor guy? All they were going to do is yell and scream at him for answered, and it would have given him a higher chance to explode, having one of your kind deader than a door nail." North's brows furrowed, her hand gently going to your shoulder. "All we are asking you, Y/n is to be careful, you mean so much to us. We are grateful for what you do, next time if your in a situation like that, call one of us and we'll help you. That or we'll send reinforcements to fight off the Humans. This is just not your fight Y/n, it's ours. Ok?"

Silent for a second, you glared ot her slightly before taking a deep breath, a small smile coming to your lips. "Ok." Smiling, liking your answer, she stepped away from you. "Good, now, I think I have a plan. Since the Humans were going to bring our new friend into investigation, I say we give them what we want." Joshes eyes widened. "Wait, ar eyou saying bring him in after we just got him?! That's just giving the humans what they want-" "No, Josh, I'm saying we give the humans what they want, but a decoy. You see each and everyone of us has copies, and Since we were slightly unfair, to one of our kind, I thought of an idea of bringing a decoy to them, who has the same kind of fear, the same kind of skin, and the same kind of memory as of our new friend. And once they investigate them, it will bring the Robot closer to freedom." One of your eyebrows rose. "Rk-800? There's no way he'll by our decoy, he's a detective android, the smartest one out of all of you, if he finds out that it's a decoy, then someone who brings them in will get arrested, at that or killed." Josh nodded. "I agree, it's too dangerous. It's like lighting matched to a gas tank." North smirked. "Not if Y/n, goes in. She's a human, and if she goes undercover as a cop, then the situation might be simpler, and less deadly." Your eyes widened. "Me? Aha, no, no way."

"All you have to do, y/n, is show them your FBI 'badge' and tell them you were assigned this case. If you work beside them, and bring the Rk 800 closer to deviancy, then our chance of freedom will be much higher. You will give them the decoy of our newest friend, and they will be able to investigate our situation further and further." Simon replied, your arms crossing soon after. "Why me? Why can't any other android do it?" North looked to you. "Because your the only human that will be able to do it. If it was an android, the Rk 800 would immediately know what's up, and put one of us under investigation, instead of the decoy. We can't let them know too much information." Nodding slightly, you were still confused. "Ok, if I do accept, then what do I get out of this, Venom won't be happy if he doesn't get some type of reward for it." Silence arose, as the three looked at each other, Simon nodding to north, who grabbed a big bag, soon dumping the contents on the floor in front of you.

The bag consisted of chocolate, tater tots, and many other food that you haven't been able to have for a while.

This action caused your eyes to widened, and mouth to water, your eyes glancing at the three with disbelief. "How did you-" "We know how much food, and simple things mean to you and Venom, if you are able to get on the humans side and get the android to become like us, then, this whole bag is yours. Plus, our freedom will become greater to achieve." Tempting, the bag of food is unlike any food you have ever seen. If Venom was in you right now, he would devour this bag in seconds. Your glad you left him with the new guy, as the situation would become more complicated. "Alright. I'll do it. But, I won't do it because of the food, it's for the future." North and Simon smiled. "Of course." North spoke, Simon stepping forward. "We know that you will succeed, your our most trustful friend." Josh un crossed his arms, while glaring to you. "This mission can be dangerous, if you act recklessly, then we won't hesitate to find a different attendant for the job. Understand." Your eyes rolled. "Yeah, Yeah, I get it, don't get myself, or anyone else killed, you have my word." "Thank you, Y/n, your bravery won't be forgotten, let's go tell the others, they've been awaiting a plan for months now." As the three left, heading to the main area of the boat, you let out a sigh, looking down at the food below you. You remembered the Rk 800 locking eyes with you, his eyes digging into your soul. You could tell that he knew you were there, and the moment before you left the house, you sensed that he was fearful, and knew you were a threat. But, when looking at the android, something about him, about his looks, the way he shot that gun, it made you excited. He wasn't like any other android you have encountered, and his bravery, his comfirmination for it's mission was truly undeniable. "Fuck.." You muttered, remembering his muscular body, his suit hugging every part of his leg, torso, even waist. His black hair shined under the rain light that night, his skin perfect, showing no pimples, as his face was like cesar, perfectly carved and sharp.

No wonder that this android was rare......you don't know why you were thinking this, but the more you thought about him, the more you wanted to free him.

Of course, you were happy when you were being transferred, but being able to see that Android again from last night, somehow.....coming face to face with him...

It makes you nervous.

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Short first chapter, sorry guys, was in a bit of a rush this morning because of work in legit 30 minutes, but I promise the next chapter will be a bit more exciting. Venom will be in the next chapter, he was healing the Deviant you found last chapter. :) Have a good day guys!

[hawkins-hero]

Favorite three Steddie fanfics?

for the record, this is harder than asking me to pick my favorite of my three cats. it's the maine coon mix, but don't tell the others.

spirit box by serialwriter (un-serial-writer on tumblr)

After the fight with Vecna, Steve Harrington keeps listening to Eddie's Walkman. Keeps dreaming of Eddie. Each night brings a different scenario, another moment in their lives where Steve could have met him--could have become his friend. As the dreams continue, he realizes... they might not just be dreams.

while it's still a wip, i've been obsessed with this fic from day one and will literally wait forever & a day if needed to see it through to the end. the premise is amazing, the writing is hauntingly beautiful... i can't say enough good things.

the long valentine by inchinn

Eddie Munson discovers why Steve never seemed to be able to relax on holidays and decides to do something about it. And maybe they fall in love along the way.

this has been expanded into a little series, and while i haven't finished the companion pieces, the main fic is amazing. the thanksgiving chapter fucked me up for days.

i can always be found by strangethetimes (also on tumblr)

Steve has felt lost for most of his life, but the cute guy next door might just be what he’s looking for. AKA boredom drives Steve to start people-watching, which is how he meets Eddie.

an au without the upside down. this one features some heavy themes and some heartbreaking angst, but it's so good that i seriously can't recommend it enough.

i know this is cheating, but i wanna include an honorable mention because the one in which a time loop is fucking exhausting is one of the greatest time loop fics i've ever read from any fandom.

[zorrxchicle]

tagged by @kaylor (💖) to do the music shuffle thing so;

Shakira BZRP Sessions, Vol. 53 this was a pretty fun week, if i lived in Barcelona I'd be pilgrimaging to see the witch at Shakiras house for sure

Desacatá, Ptazeta dykes just do hegemonic masculinity better and hotter <3

American Teenager, Ethel Cain this one is my sister's I haven't been able to listen to Ethel Cain yet

Something to Die For, The Sounds

Yo tengo un novio, Villano Antillano a Quijote reference and a critical stance on marriage on a song that fucks she can do it all

Diaño, Baiuca ft. Liliana galizan electrofolk i love you i love you ily💙

Gateo, Isabella Lovestory ft. Ms Nina

Cassandra - Live on Madison Square Garden, F+tM i like the live version of the album so much better

Meigallo, Baiuca

Kaleidoscópica, Villano Antillano they're simply the moment 💚

thank you maddy again✨, @shortscircuits @ivyindreamland @antifarichietozier @queixumes @zsofiarosebud if you feel like sharing some music, @fruitytaylor chiara hi❣️

[my-brothers-corrupted]

Cedar, if you can see this then listen. You need to listen to your sister. I think you know, even just a bit, that you have been groomed into this role, into this hate. He killed your parents in order to make you his and he’s been controlling you since. You used your power on your sister, Cedar. You are acting like a monster. But you are only a monster on behalf of another person. You need to make a choice here - do you love your abuser more than your sister? Does your sister matter enough to change yourself? That’s your family, Quintrell is your family. Creighton is the killer of your parents and abuser of your sister.

"What, you think I've been here secretly b-beating myself up over everything I've done?" Cedar wheezes, eyes rolling as he looks around at all of them, at you. "You think I haven't enjoyed it? You've never had the high of being able to make everyone around you do exactly what you want. Creighton's trained me. I don't care if you think I'm a weapon - what I am really is a god, and everyone else is an ant.

"Creighton didn't kill our parents, Adrienne. He found the people who killed our parents, and he sent me out after them. If that's why you turned on him, you can still un - un - " He groans around the pain in his leg, tears leaking out of his eyes. "Can still undo this. Our parents were loyal to the society, and outsiders - like this fucking corrupted changeling you're letting cling to you - they're the ones who attacked them. They're the ones who have always wanted to hurt us. I have tracked, commanded, and tortured those outsiders every chance Creighton gave me - and loved every minute of it."

Adrienne's shaking her head at him, her fingers wrapped around JJ's shoulder. She looks at Marvin for a second, eyes huge - but he looks back at her and nods back at her brother, directing her down to him again. She breathes in deep.

"If he told you that, he lied. He always wanted your power on his side. You know him better than I do, Cedar. You know what he's capable of. And I know you have had doubts, ones you've whispered to me where he couldn't hear. I know you've looked away when he's hurt me, because you couldn't stand it. I know you've tried to get away with not doing things he's told you to do it. We can find a better way, Cedar, really. It's not over. You don't have to be this way. You could have some peace."

Cedar licks at his mouth, face getting paler. "There's no such thing as peace."

Adrienne sets her mouth and turns to JJ. "Go ahead," she signs at him. "Please."

From the way he looks back up at her, she thinks he sees her too.