#i know ive been having a rough little bit so i just thought maybe this could help someone 🩷🩷

[honeysuckle-teaa]

Sending out positive vibes and hugs to everyone who needs them right now 🩷🩷

[atinylittlepain]

okay i was wondering if you could a joel x fem reader maybe even dbf joel where it’s loosely based on the song diet mountain dew by lana del rey? like the pining part of it and also the lyric “let’s take jesus of the dashboard” THATS SO HOT TO ME SO IDK

ive never requested anything before soo hope this is okay 🫣🫣

ahhhhhh, this one is a doozy

Ride It

pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

joel milller masterlist

She calls her dad's co-worker for a ride and gets a little more than she was expecting.

warnings | 18+ SMUT, age gap, DBF!joel, and not much else y'all

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“Hello?”

“Mr. Miller?” She can hear sheets rustling, his gruff sigh over the crackling receiver.

“It’s late, honey. What’s wrong?” Her heart stutters at the sweet name he calls her, the same name he’s called her since she first met him when her dad started working for Miller Construction four years ago.

“It’s my car. I think I have a flat tire and I can’t drive on it.” A long sigh filters through the phone.

“You should call your dad. He’s probably worried sick about you.”

“No! I can’t– he’s gonna be so pissed. Please, Mr. Miller. Would you– would you come get me? I know you’re good with cars and all. Please?” Another long sigh.

“Alright, honey. Will you tell me where you are?” She does, pulled over on the shoulder of the highway, a little ways out of the city but nowhere near home.

“Hang tight, I’m coming.”

“Thank you, Mr. Miller.”

“I’ve told you a thousand times– just Joel, honey.”

“Thank you, Joel.” 

“I’ll be there soon.” She clicks her cell phone shut with a sigh, slumping back in the driver’s seat of her car. Her stomach swirls in anticipation. Normally, she’d try to tamp down the crush she’s had on Joel for quite some time, but after a night out in the city with a few of her old high school friends, she’s just warmed up enough to let her mind race with thoughts of him. It’s silly, something that could never really happen, seeing as her dad has been best friends with Joel for years. But it wasn’t impossible, was it? After all, he’s younger than her dad, and only fifteen years older than her. Jesus christ, get a grip. She huffs, shaking her head to still her thoughts as she looks out at the pitch-black Texas night.

It isn’t long before headlights are brightening up the inside of her car and she turns in her seat to see Joel’s familiar pick up truck pulling up behind her. 

….

The rosary that hangs off her rear-view mirror is swaying harshly, the only sound beside their harsh panting and the sticky slap of skin is it clinking into the windshield over and over again. She’s not entirely sure how they got here, a mixture of late night talking and boundaries being flirted with until they both gave in to something they couldn’t have in the light of day.

“Shit, honey– fucking squeezing me– bit of a stretch for you, huh?” A high-pitched whine falls from her lips, her nails digging into the fabric of his unbuttoned flannel. Joel lets out a breathy laugh.

“That’s it, bounce on it for me, there you go– fuck– boys at school just not cutting it, are they? Need someone with a little more skill.” He punctuates his last word with a jolting thrust up that has the swollen tip of his cock grazing a spot so deep inside her it makes her crumple up against him, his rough fingers digging into her ass to support her as he starts a jagged rhythm of his own.

“C’mon, miss college. Use your words. Who’s making you feel so good?” She hadn’t been expecting it, a surprised yelp leaving her lips when he smacks the curve of her ass, hard, broad palm sure to leave a mark. There is nothing comfortable about the position they’re in, her straddling his lap, scrunched over him in the driver seat, one hand pressed up against the car door window while the other digs into his shoulders for stability. But all she can focus on is the sweet snap of pain and pleasure licking up her spine with each of his thrusts. 

“You, Joel– you feel so good– want more– please, please–” Her words die in her throat when he thrusts up particularly hard, pressing her hips down to meet him and holding her there in a deep grind. She lets out a choked sob of his name, cunt clenching hard around him and coaxing a low moan from the back of his throat. 

“Been wanting this for a while, haven’t you, honey?” His words are a smear against her bare chest where he had tugged down the front of her dress and bra, leaving harsh grazes of his teeth to the swell of her tits. He chuckles when the only response she gives him is a preening whine.

“Fucking knew it. You think I didn’t see how you were looking at me? Practically begging for it– shit– dirty little thing, aren’t you? What would your old man say, huh? Does he know his daughter’s just a little slut?” His voice is a southern slur stamped hotly into her skin, low and drawling and all melted together, pushing her even closer to the brink as her wetness starts to smear down hers and Joel’s thighs, the sound of skin slicking and sticking with each thrust becoming impossibly lewd. It’s almost too much when his one hand dips under her rucked up skirt, fingers harshly toying with her clit.

“Give it to me, honey. Make a fucking mess, c’mon.” The pleasure floods over in an instant, the only sound she can make is a breathy chant of his name as her hips seize up and she spasms around him. He’s not far behind as he thrusts into her a few more times before his hips stutter to a stop and she feels his warmth spreading inside her. She clings to him, both of them breathing hard and flushed with pleasure. 

“Jesus christ, I’m sorry– I should’ve–” “S’fine, I’m on the pill.” He throws his head back into the headrest at that, chest still heaving. But he doesn't stay still for long, jostling her in his hold as he suddenly leans forward and yanks the rosary still clinking into the windshield clean off the rearview mirror, tossing it haphazardly onto the passenger seat. She quirks an eyebrow at him as he settles back into the seat.

“Damn noise was driving me insane.”

[fandomfix13]

Get Him Back - Rafe Cameron 18+

* HI ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE WRITTEN ANYTHING BUT IM HERE NOW

* TBH THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT SO BARE WITH ME

* This is so super long and also completely filthy at parts SO MDNI and pls read warnings

* little bit of fluff? Def some pretty smutty smut. This did not start out as smut but here we are

* WRITTEN IN Y/N’s POV, lots of dialogue

*anything in italics is your inner monologue

Word count: 4K

WARNINGS: MDNI!, mentions of cheating (not rafe), toxic ex,  oral (giving and receiving), fingering, rough-ish??, p in v sex, hair pulling, light choking??, not rated e for everyone

The rain is pouring down in sheets. Falling harder than it has in a while. My head is pounding from holding back tears, that I might as well let out. I never thought that I would be in this situation. Forced out of my boyfriend's car after a fight at nearly one in the morning, with a dead phone, left to walk home alone in the pouring rain. How cliche. Not to mention the fact that I’m just over three miles away from home. What a dick. Some “man” he is to leave me like that. For all he cares, I could be kidnapped out here. However, it's highly unlikely being that I’m wandering in one of (if not the nicest) neighborhoods in this entire state. Constantly guarded by a neighborhood watch, with gated community after gated community.

 I can see the the sharp rain plummeting down in the glow of the street lights. Unlucky for me, the wind has picked up too making this walk even more miserable. At this point, I have two options; 1. I could continue to walk home in this miserable weather OR 2. I could lose all dignity and show up to Sarah’s house after not talking to her in months. Seeing as this storm is showing absolutely no sign of stopping, its looking like the second option is better. As I turn the corner, I approach the Seabrook Gated Community. A little ways down is the fence that Sarah and I used to hop all the time when we would sneak out. That’s my in. It’s an old rusty fence that is hidden behind some overgrown hedges behind some wildly overpriced house that rarely ever has anyone living in it.         

After nearly slipping off of the slippery fence, I make my way down the street to Tanny Hill. Mentally preparing myself for the absolute humiliation that will occur if Sarah opens the front door. We had our falling out about 3 months ago and we haven't spoken since. We have tried our best to avoid each other at all costs. At least I’ve tried avoiding her, that is, until this very moment. 

As I approach the front lawn, I genuinely consider turning around and quite literally braving the storm and walking home. As it is, I’m already soaked from head to toe and probably on the verge of pneumonia. However, I shake off my thoughts and walk towards the front door. I knock three times in hope that someone will hear. I don’t ring the doorbell out of fear of waking up the entire Cameron household which is the last thing I need to do. After a few seconds, nobody answers. This house is huge maybe they are coming. I convince myself that nobody is answering the door so I turn accepting my fate and I walk away. Suddenly, I hear the front door unlock and my breath gets caught in my throat when I hear his voice. 

“Y/N? Is that you?” Fuck. Me.

“Hey Rafe.” I choke out. God I probably look insane.

“What are you doing here?” he looks at his phone “at 1:26 in the morning.”

“Um. Is Sarah home?” I spit out, trying to avoid conversation.

“She’s not…but I am.” He leans against the door frame looking me up and down in a ‘you good?’ way. “You also didn’t answer my question.” He adds.

“I uh…I didn’t know where else to go.” I say quietly. I was right. This is in fact humiliating. He just stands there and stares at me. Clearly unamused at the fact that I still haven't answered his question as to why I am standing on his front porch looking like a wet dog. I would stare too. “Are you gonna let me inside? Or are you just gonna keep staring at me in silence.” I add.

“That depends.” He says lookin back into the house then back at me. “Are you gonna tell me why you’re here? Or are you just gonna avoid the question.” Touche. We stand here in silence for a moment as he watches me get pelted in the face by the rain and I chatter my teeth. He finally pushes the door open further and gestures for me to come inside. Thank go Sarah isn’t home because I would be shitting myself out of embarrassment right now. I walk in and Rafe opens a hallway in the closet as he reaches in and grabs a towel that he throws at me. “If You get anything wet, Rose will lose her shit.” 

“How kind.” I say with strong notes of sarcasm.

“Hey I didn’t have to let you in. I could've just left you outside on your own.” he’s right.

“Well you wouldn’t be the first guy to leave me outside tonight, so I probably would’ve been fine” I blurt out without thinking. What happened to me tonight is none of his business. Plus I’m sure he will hear about it anyway. However, he did let me inside which he did not have to do, so I could at least pretend to be grateful. 

“Damn. That's rough. Sorry about that.” he almost sounded embarrassed.

“No, it's fine. Thanks for the towel.” he nods and sits down at the kitchen counter. We stand in silence for a bit as I ring my hair out into the sink. This couldn’t be more awkward. Here I am standing in my ex best friend’s house with her older brother, who was in fact my first kiss in a game of truth or dare years ago, and who happens to be the best friend of my boyfriend who just dumped me on the side of the road in the middle of the night. This is just grand. “Do you have a phone charger? My phone is completely dead.” 

“Uh yeah its upstairs. Do you wanna-” he cut himself off before speaking again. “Do you just wanna come up with me so you can change?” Right. So. Apparently this absolutely CAN  feel more awkward. Whatever. I need to charge my phone and honestly a change of clothes sounds devine. I silently follow Rafe up the stairs and into his room. “If you want you can take a shower to warm up. Your teeth haven’t stopped chattering since you got here.” he’s being frighteningly nice. 

“Um sure.” I say hesitantly as I am incredibly confused by his nice attitude. I plug in my phone and Rafe hands me one of his old t-shirts and a pair of booty shorts that were surely left here by some random girl, but honestly I don’t care. I have to get out of these clothes. “Thanks.” I say taking the clothes and entering his bathroom, closing and locking the door quickly behind me. Literally what the fuck. There is no way this is really happening. 

I take my time in the shower as I let the steaming hot water warm me up for a while. When I’m done, I put on the clothes that Rafe gave me, and open the bathroom door seeing him sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey Topper called you like five times when you were in the shower.” He says unfazed. My attitude shifts almost immediately. 

“You didn’t answer it did you?” I blurt out. Nice job y/n! That wasn’t suspicious at all!

“No…why would I?” he laughs clearly confused as I let out a sigh  of relief. Once again. Awkward silence. I take a seat on the edge of the bed going through my phone. “Are you gonna call him back?” he asks. Before I could answer him, his phone starts to ring. Toppers name is displayed on the screen. Rafe looks at his phone, then back to me, then back to his phone. 

“I am NOT here. Answer it. Put it on speaker.” I say frantically. Now he's intrigued.

“Hey Top!” Rafe answers. “Rafe! I fucked up man. I fucked up BAD! I’m coming over. I need a drink asap.” I am immediately shaking my head and mouthing ‘no’. “Top I can’t tonight man. My dad is on my ass and if Rose finds out I have someone over, I’m dead bro.” Is he seriously helping me right now? 

Topper scoffs on the other line. “Since when have you given a shit about what Rose thinks? I’m already on my way!” 

“Then turn around and go home man. I can’t tonight.”

“What is up with you dude? You never turn down a drink” its silent for a minute “Oh shit do you have a chick over right now?” Im disgusted at the change in tone in Top’s voice when he  brings up Rafe having a girl over.

“Yeah bro I do. And she’s alone right now in my bed so I gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow.” Rafe responds, very quick to go along with Topper’s question.

“That’s my man!” Topper laughs “is she hot? She better be hot!”

Even Rafe rolls his eyes at Topper’s comment. “Yeah she’s hot. Okay gotta go man.” Rafe responds as he hangs up the phone. Is that true, does he think I’m hot? I don’t care. Do I?

I let out a huge sigh of relief that we dodged the bullet of Top showing up here. 

“So. Are you gonna tell me why I just had to lie to my best friend?”

I shift nervously. “Well technically you didn’t lie. There is a ‘chick’ here and she is sitting on your bed.” I try to make a joke avoiding this conversation at all costs. 

“Y/n.” He says, raising his eyebrows. He clearly wants an answer. 

“I broke up with Top and he didn’t take it well.” I say on an exhale. He doesn’t say anything because he’s not stupid. He has probably figured out that much already. I let out a heavy sigh. “He kicked me out of his car in the middle of the road three miles away from my house in the fucking rain because I accused him of cheating on me. He told me that I had no idea what I was talking about. He said I was crazy, and that I was making shit up. But I’m not. I know for a fact that I’m not. It’s not the first time either. He’s done it before, which I’m sure you already know since you’re his best friend and he probably tells you everything.” I make that realization as I’m rambling my story out to him. Rafe is probably well aware of Topper’s lack of loyalty. 

“I uh. I knew about it the first time.” He admits. His honestly with the situation makes me laugh a little as I roll my eyes.

“Of course you did. Being that it was with your sister. I’d be shocked if you didn’t know.” The look on Rafe’s face instantly changes. It’s almost like he’s holding something back. “Unless…Sarah wasn’t the first girl was she. There was someone else.” Tears that I have been pushing back for weeks start to well in my eyes. Not because I’m sad, but because I’m furious. Even Rafe doesn’t know what to say. Without thinking, I grab my wet clothes and my barely charged phone, and head towards his bedroom door. “I should go. Thanks for the shower and-” 

“Y/n don’t be ridiculous” he says quickly following me. “You can’t leave right now that storm is getting worse” He puts his hand on the door, shutting it. 

I turn and he is standing close enough to me to create an odd sort of tension. 

“Why don’t you get him back?” Rafe suggests as I roll my eyes.

“I don’t want to get back with him Rafe I’m so ov-” he cuts me off.

“That’s not what I’m saying. I mean get him back. As in revenge.” he says as he steps closer to me. Jesus Christ I’m an absolute idiot.

“Revenge…right.” I laugh awkwardly. He continues to inch closer, creating an even bigger amount of tension. Not that tension is an unfamiliar thing with Rafe and I. There has always been a weird tension between us. Ya know…the whole best friends brother thing. I’ve known Rafe for almost 10 years. Something about his cocky attitude has always been attractive to me. Call it toxic. I don’t care. It’s just the truth. Rafe and I are standing right infront of each other. He is towering over me as my back is still to the door. 

“You know…They say that one of the best ways to get over a guy is to get under another.” He almost whispers while moving my hair out of my face. I can’t help but blush. The thought of getting back at Topper crossed my mind the second he cheated on me. The thought of getting back at him by hooking up with his best friend? That’s even better. Rafe leans down and starts to kiss my neck. “Rafe we probably shouldn’t do this” I whisper clearly enjoying it.

“Of course we shouldn’t. But I do shit that I shouldn’t do all the time.” He stops kissing my neck to look me in the face.

“Me too” I nod letting out a breath as I crash my lips onto his. The kiss is instantly filled with an insane amount of intensity. Rafe backs me up against the wall as he deepens the kiss. He moves from my mouth to my neck, leaving hickeys all over. He is making sure that I can’t hide what we are doing. And I’m totally here for it. His hands move from my hair, to my hips, to underneath the hem of my shirt. Well. Technically his shirt. I’m braless since my bra got soaked in that rain earlier. He quickly realizes this as his hand grazes over my tits. He starts to grip them while kissing me, making me moan softly until he stops for a second. 

“As hot as you look in my shirt…it’s coming off” he nearly growls. I lift my arms as he lifts the shirt over my head and throws it across the room. I reach for his shirt to take it off. Once he takes it off his mouth is back on mine. Our foreheads are pressed together as our bare chests are rising and falling against each other. He hoists me up, grabbing my ass as I throw my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. We don’t last long against the wall before we move to the bed.

He lays me down on the edge of the bed as he hovers over me kissing me yet again. Each kiss gets more aggressive. We bite each other's lips between kisses. He moves his mouth from my lips to my neck leaving more marks. Slowly, he makes his way to my chests. The marks he makes get darker and darker. He puts his mouth over my nipple, making me moan as he slightly bites down. He quickly moves his hand up to cover my mouth.

“Shhh. Baby we gotta stay quiet.” He says as he moves from one nipple to the other. I moan into his hand as he stifles the sound that comes out. His hand moves from my mouth to my throat as he wraps his hand around it lightly. His lips meet mine again. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” holy shit. I moan into our kiss as his hand is on my throat. His hand travels down my body until its hovering over my shorts. He’s moving his hand from one thigh to the other. Barely grazing the spot where I need him the most. I breathe into our kiss as his hand stops at the waistband of my shorts. He’s such a fucking tease. He hovers his hand there for a minute sensing that I want more. 

“Oh my God Rafe” I moan out of anticipation.

“You want more baby?” he smirks against my lips.

“You know I do” Smartass.

“Say less” he moves from his position above me, to kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed. He hooks his fingers around the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down, revealing my bare pussy. He pulls me closer to the edge of the bed and spreads my legs in one swift motion, causing my breath to hitch. He leans down and attaches his mouth to my clit. This of course causes another accidental moan to slip from my mouth. I immediately throw my own hands over my mouth to quiet the noise. His tongue is swirling circles over my clit as he inserts two fingers without warning. As hard as I am trying to stifle my sounds, nothing could stop the groan that I let out at this moment. He moves his fingers at a faster pace that matches what his tongue is doing. 

“Holy Shit Rafe.” I whine.

“You like that?” he smirks up at me. I nod and roll my eyes to the back of my head before shutting them tightly. But suddenly Rafe stops. “Open your eyes y/n. I want you to look at me when you cum. I want you to see who is making you feel this good.” I do as he says and open my eyes as I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better view. “Atta girl” He smirks before burying his face into me yet again. He adds a third finger as I throw my head back while remaining eye contact. He curls his fingers as he eats me out and I want to scream at the pressure building up inside of me. I reach forward and tangle my fingers through his hair as he grins up towards me. 

“Rafe! Oh my God” I let out a string of other soft noises and words.

“Go ahead baby. Cum for me,” I look Rafe in the eyes as I jerk my hips and arch my back, completely unraveling in front of him. As he removes his fingers from inside of me, he brings them up to my mouth. “I want you to see how good you taste.” he says as I take his fingers into my mouth until they are clean. He removes his fingers from my mouth and laces his hands through my hair as he devours me with a kiss. 

“That was incredible.” I breathe heavily.

“Oh we aren’t done yet princess.” the sound of him calling me princess was enough to nearly send me over the edge again. 

“I’d hope not” I tangle my tongue with his as he deepens the kiss by pulling my hair back. I reach for his pants and I undo his belt. 

“Eager are we?” he scoffs, pulling away for a moment. He removes his belt and  his pants. Leaving his boxers for me to remove. I gesture for him to sit on the edge of the bed where I just was. When he sits, I climb onto his lap, straddling him over his boxers. I can tease too. I lean in kissing him as I slowly start to rock back and forth on his lap. I can feel him getting harder by the second. To be honest this is doing just as much for me as it is for him. I start to kiss his neck, leaving marks similar to the ones he left on me. I start to rock faster back and forth until he is letting out moans the way I was. I cover his mouth.

“I thought we had to stay quiet.” I give him a sly smile before kneeling on the floor and removing his boxers. I come face to face with his cock as I run my tongue up the side, looking up at him while I do it. I move my tongue to the other side slowly, taking my sweet time. 

“Fuck y/n” Rafe groans as he places his hand in my hair. 

I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock and start to suck slowly, using my hands to work the rest that I can’t fit in my mouth. I bob my head up and down while I look up at him, my eyes are starting to water. He grabs my head and slightly pushes me down further, and I can feel his tip hit my throat. When it does Rafe lets out a deep moan with a mumbled string of “oh fucks”. After a few minutes, I can sense that he is going to cum. I don’t bother asking where he wants to finish before he finishes in my mouth. I swallow and look up at him with a smile.

“Holy shit. You really know what you’re doing.” He lets out a heavy content sigh. “We still aren't done yet. I need to be inside you.” He says laying me back down on the bed. I still cannot believe that this is happening. 

Rafe wastes no time climbing on top of me leaving sloppy kisses up my chest and meeting my mouth with his. “You sure about this?” He looks down at me.

“Never been more sure about anything.” I nod. 

“Good” He says as he grabs a condom from his nightstand and puts it on. Seconds later, he is lining himself up at my entrance. His tongue plunges into my mouth as he enters inside of me. His cock stretched my pussy perfectly. He moves with smooth motions leaving us both moaning into each other's mouths as he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts. He brings his hand to my throat once again,barely applying pressure, making me let out a moan that was too loud to be stifled. He doesn’t seem to care. 

“You like when my hands are around your neck?” He whispers in my ear.

“Yes! Oh my god yes” I am starting to get louder. He moves his hand from my throat to my mouth to keep me quiet again. I moan into his hand as his thrusts hit the perfect spot inside of me. He can tell that he has hit the spot when my hips start to buck in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. I am almost screaming into his hand. As he leans down to kiss me again. 

“You gonna cum with me?” he asks, pressing his forehead against mine. I nod unable to speak, to stop myself from screaming. “Words y/n. Use your words” 

“Fuck yes. I’m gonna cum!” I whine out. He thrusts in and out a few more times, hitting the spot perfectly making me squirm underneath him. With one final thrust, I arch my back as I scratch my nails down his, definitely leaving scratch marks. We cum simultaneously as we let out deep and hungry moans into each other's mouths. He just gave me the best orgasm I have ever had. He pulled out and laid next to me.

“Holy shit. I’ve waited so long to do that.” he says looking at me out of breath.

“Me too. I always had a crush on you ya know.” I say looking at him equally as out of breath.

“Yeah I know.” He smiles and lets out a soft chuckle.

“Took you long enough to do something about it.” I laugh back.

“Thank God I did. And I plan on doing it again. Just so you know.” I winked at me 

“I’d hope so.” I smile, laying there next to him. He was right. That was the best way to get over someone. 

** hi! I really hope you liked this. If you did and want to see more let me know what you want to see! I had fun writing this and in my many many years of writing fanfics this is somehow my first time writing smut so I hope it was okay lol ❤️

[angel-kyo]

Pay it no mind

Part VII

In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).

Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself. Satoru is slightly inebriated in this one.

Previous: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI

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“We are almost there.” You closed the door of Satoru’s apartment with your foot, trying to keep balance as he leaned on you.

Shoko’s birthday had been fun. She had not hated the sweater Satoru ended up giving her, and she had loved your present, so much that she had even shared a little with you after most people had left.

Although Shoko offered him some, Satoru had refused any wine. Normally, he would just not drink or have an alcohol-free (and awfully sweet) drink, but Shoko had then ordered something for him and insisted he tried it because it had almost no alcohol in it, and he should like it with how sweet it was. He had obliged.

“Just for the birthday girl,” he had said.

It was a terrible decision in your opinion.

“Can you at least try to walk properly?” You were on the way to his bedroom, but he was dragging his feet.

Turns out that 'almost no alcohol' is not the same as 'no alcohol'.

“Where… Where are we going?” His words were a bit slurred

You opened the door to his bedroom and helped him inside. “You are going to bed…” you made him sit on his bed, “and I’ll take these.” You took the sunglasses off his face and left them aside. He squinted and fixed his eyes on you.

He felt exhausted and his head was spinning. Before he knew it, he was lying down looking at the ceiling of his room.

You returned with a glass of water and made him drink it.

“What’s this?!” You rolled your eyes at the face of absolute disgust he had made after the first sip.

“It’s water, silly. Just drink it.” You sat next to him.

He did as you said and scratched his head, His euphoria phase had ended at the restaurant, and he was now feeling sleepy.

“Well, you look better now. I thought you where going to throw up on me for a second.”

Satoru grinned as response and looked back at you. Even with his thoughts scattered, you were beautiful.

“I’ll leave now then.” You were going to stand up when he grabbed your hand.

“Huh… Do you need anything else?” He was giving you a strange look. “I know you are not used to this, but you’ll be fine in the morning; hungover but fine nonetheless.” You smiled at him.

“Can you stay?” He was leaning closer.

I shouldn’t. This isn’t doing us any good.

“Please…?” Even in the dim light, his eyes were shining, and his voice was almost a whisper hard to ignore.

You sighed. “Just for a bit.” He made space for you to get in the bed.

You thought you could wait for Satoru to fall asleep and then leave, but as soon as you were within arm reach, he had wrapped himself around you and dozed off. You tried to loosen his grip but it only made him squeeze you tighter.

Should you wake him up just enough so he could let you leave? His breath on you neck was not helping you think. It was not like the position you were in was uncomfortable, but is this what you should be doing with the man you are trying to get over?

You mind returned to the Satoru of that morning.

“I had a rough night.”

He really has it rough, and he doesn’t sleep much; maybe I should let him be.

You yawned, a sign you were feeling pretty tired as well.

Your eyes closed. Maybe you could indulge yourself just this time too.

***

“Who are you?” Satoru was about to knock your door again when he had to look down at the small dark-haired girl that had made the question. She was probably four or five. He had never seen her before but he thought she might be one of your neighbors.

He was about to respond when the girl spoke again. “You are not their boyfriend.”

He blinked and a small smile formed on his lips.

Funny how we usually get the exact opposite opinion…

“Right, I am not.”

“There you are!” a woman walking up the aisle exclaimed looking at the girl. Satoru guessed it was her mother. The girl did not seem fazed by it, though, and she tilted her head looking at Satoru.

“Are you a homewrecker?” she asked him next in the most innocent tone.

That made the strongest sorcerer blink. “What?”

The mother, who had already arrived to where Gojo and the girl where standing, almost dropped her jaw. She apologized to Satoru, lifted the girl and walked away in embarrassment, scolding the kid.

“Where did you even learn that world?” her mother asked her.

“Grandma’s tv shows.”

Gojo smiled. Kids that age were funny; it reminded him of when he had first met Megumi, although he had never called him a homewrecker.

He was about to knock on your door again when you opened it. You looked like you had just taken a shower.

“Sorry, I thought you were coming later.” You let him in. “You could have used your key, though.”

Gojo followed you into your home and to the kitchen. “I thought you would like me to ‘knock the door at least once’.”

Right, you had told him to do it.

You grabbed a mug from the cupboard and poured in some water, and you were about to ask Gojo if he wanted something to drink, but he spoke first.

“I just met your neighbor’s kid. Kinda short, dark hair. Do they live on this floor?”

You looked at him. There were not many kids in the building, so you figured he was referring to the girl a couple doors away. Her mother seemed to have issues to keep her inside the apartment, and the kid was always wandering around the floor.

Luckily, it not really unsafe here, but still...

Satoru went on. “She called me a homewrecker.”

Your mug stopped mid way to your lips, and after the initial surprise, you laughed.

“She called you a what?”

“A homewrecker.” Satoru broke into a fit of laughter too.

But…

“I wonder why she would get that idea,” he said still sounding amused.

You looked away from him. Actually, you had a theory. Ikeda had dropped by a couple times; once to lend you a book you had told him you wanted to read, and another time to pick you up to go out. Could it be that the girl had seen him and gotten the wrong impression?

“I’ll go change.” You left the mug on the counter and walked to your room.

As you changed, you were thinking of how to tell Satoru about Haruki. It had not been your intention to keep it from him this long, but the subject had just not come up, or rather, it had not seemed to be the right time before. In addition, you were not exactly thrilled about telling your best friend you were reconnecting with that old friend he had disliked so much.

You looked at yourself in the mirror.

I’ll just tell him after the movie. He will be cool about it.

However, as you walked back to the kitchen, Satoru’s bright smile took away your resolve.

“You look good.” He was resting his chin on his palm and looking at your clothes. You were not wearing anything he had not seen before, but his gaze made you self-conscious. You hated keeping things from him. It had never worked.

Nothing could have prepared Satoru for your next words when you stood in front of him and looked him in the eye.

“Satoru, do you remember Ikeda?”

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Note: No notes from me today, just love.

Thank you for reading!

Next: Part VIII

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golden girl

↷ ˊ- neteyam/metkayina reader | (i.), (ii.), (iii.), (iv.)

“cause i have walked a thousand miles for the golden girl, golden smile.”

neteyam had finished the spearhead in a matter of days. after having secured the carved bone to the end of a sturdy pole, he tried its durability against some fish, but not without whispering a few prayers beforehand. his arms had grown taut from the strain, and neteyam feels sorry for leaving you worried, even when he had apologized that he’d be missing another day’s lessons for reasons so futile.

but you, oh so beautiful you, had placed a gentle hand on his chest that spoke a thousand reassurances. the skin underneath your palm rejoiced at the contact, buzzing with delight. neteyam couldn’t even begin to recall what you had really said to him. but if you asked what beads were in your hair or what your eyes remind him of, he’d have an answer. he’d say it like gospel truth. 

after you had left, he returned to the spear. he was still a warrior at heart. 

neteyam remembers how the weight of it felt strange in one hand, and how he didn’t quite know what to do with the other. if you had been there that day to watch him, hunting fish with an aim that wouldn’t even impress a baby, you would have called him out on his tense shoulders or unsure feet. it just felt awkward, unfamiliar. his stance, his spear, the sea. but he didn’t want to call it wrong.

sure the smooth stone was too heavy for an arrow and too thin for a spear, but he would never call it wrong, a freak of nature. maybe he would have in the past, but now he knew what it really was: a little like him. carved for the forest before he changed its purpose. now the weapon was neither arrow nor spear. neither land nor sea. it lays tucked away in his family’s marui, collecting dust and dreams he dared not speak.

visiting the tidepools became a pastime, just as you predicted. it had not even been several days since neteyam last asked you to accompany him, but you didn’t mind. it made up for his recent absences. while you do adore his siblings and treat them like your own, you admit that there’s a charm in the eldest that simply could not be replicated. so when he had asked you one morning, your heart jumped eagerly.

you felt guilty the more you realized the reality of the situation. you joined the group for tuk out of the goodness in your heart, and now you yearned for her older brother. it made your stomach churn, yet a quiet, selfish part of you wondered what it would be like to stand by neteyam’s side, to call his family your own, and to have his child. you wanted a hand to slap you across the face, hard, for such thoughts. 

the sun peeked through the overgrown palms as you and neteyam followed the familiar path to the pools. it didn’t take much convincing from your parents, much less his own, as if they could see something far beyond the line of friendship. growing and taking shape. the thought left you stubborn, willing to deny and fight for your pride, but you knew that it’d be for naught. neteyam captivated you beyond recognition.

you grew shy of his advances too, if you could even call them that. his silly attempts at conversation, the looks he gave you from afar, even now, with his hand entwined in yours, as he led you to the spot. they fell under an umbrella without a label, or on a blurred line between friends and something more. you bit the inside of your cheek until it drew blood, nervously savoring its copper.

“there will be more fish today.” neteyam said almost to himself, his eyes trained forward. “the waves were high last night with fish of all sorts of colors. you will like them.” you’re not sure if that’s how it works, but you didn’t comment on it.

“then we’ll bring fish for your family.” you squeezed his hand, committing his rough calluses to memory. warm. so warm. “you’re siblings are doing much better now. i wish you had been there to see it.” you remember how lo’ak had finally beat his record of twelve minutes with a commendable sixteen. truly a magnificent feat considering it had only been a few months worth of progress.

tsireya had been the first to congratulate him, all sunshine and smiles. kiri and tuk joined right after. you were fourth, and ao’nung the reluctant fifth. the metkayina trio had decided to end the lessons on a high note by dedicating the rest of the day to “unsupervised” ilu riding. truly, lo’ak had grown spoiled. but there was the unmistakable glint of disappointment in his eyes at how neteyam had not been there to see it.

his steps slowed as if to absorb your words properly, before turning to you with a strange expression. “is that how you feel? if you had asked me to stay, i would have.” neteyam said so easily, his voice light and borderline teasing. how cheeky! you looked away first, unable to maintain eye contact for too long. 

the sea smelled stronger here at the edge of the mangroves, numbing your senses. you could only imagine how neteyam felt. the pools were closer too, and oddly enough, he had been right. the pools were higher, deeper, fuller. they reminded you of what you suggested prior. fish for his family.

“did you bring your spear with you?” you asked.

neteyam shook his head, shrugging. “left it at home.” home. you didn’t catch his slip.

he let go of your hand so you can jump off the rocks. then, he followed suit. neteyam memorized it by now, the patterns in the rock. where to step, to pause, to turn. how one had more algae than the other. he doubts he’ll ever get over the feeling of wet algae though. it nearly left him nauseous, but he won’t tell you that. “then how do you suppose we catch fish?i thought you were a hunter.” you huffed.

“a warrior,” he corrected.

“is there a difference?” 

surprised with your sudden curiosity, neteyam thought for a moment. truthfully, there wasn’t much of a difference when both hunters and warriors fought to survive. most times he felt like one or the other, other times neither. “somewhat,” he decided, choosing his next words carefully. “one hunts, the other kills. unless you plan to eat your enemies, then you could be both.” your face scrunched in disgust and you punched his shoulder.

chuckling, neteyam reached down to splash water in your direction. “i’m glad you can call yourself a hunter,” he continued. “i don’t want war to touch this place.” fish darted to and fro, and plants waved their tendrils at you. when his eyes grew distant, focusing on violent memories, you watched him quietly. never had the differences between you two been so clear, like the waters of your home. 

you were a hunter, he was a fighter. you hunted with intent to feed, he fought with weapons to kill. the cycle of life and death, just as the great mother had embedded in your psyche. like natural law. it was just as strange how two na’vi of two clans could stand so close together, so strongly juxtaposed. sometimes you wondered if this was wrong, or simply one of the many unexplainable things that ewya had intended. 

but how could you ever call it simple? even when his shade of blue was so different from yours, and how arms and legs and tail were so much thinner, you swore nothing has ever looked, felt, so right. “did you hunt in the forest?” you asked.

“often.” neteyam looked at you, so much lighter than he ever has before, at the mention of his first home falling from your pretty lips. two of the things he loves most entwined together. he fought the urge to kiss you, to feel the forest and the sea at once. “the first thing i caught was a fish.” 

“you and i aren’t so different then.” you grinned.

neteyam finally felt that, after all this time, the move had been worth it. he promises to bring the spear next time.

(masterlist)

[syrups-fanfic-cafe]

Good Morning,

I would like to order to order some headcannons of the main Hazbin casts (Charlie, Angel, Vaggie, Husk) with an S/O whose known through hell as a no nonsense tough-as-nails powerhouse (think Nico Bellic from gta IV) but one day they find an abandoned little imp girl and adopt them as their own. The girl has obviously been through a lot, and in time they slowly develop a good relationship, with the others find out about their caring, kind, fatherly side.

Good morning And of course! I hope you like the headcanons! - Mod Syrup

Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, and Husk finding out their stoic s/o has a fatherly side

Charlie Morningstar

She never knew you had a soft spot, you were one of the toughest people she knew, and you didn't like wasting your time with anything. So when you had come home with a little Imp girl in your arms, she had a lot of questions.

First of which being where you even found the child. She looked very young, and she assumed that maybe the little one just, wandered off, she knew that some parents in hell just weren't that attentive to their children. She even fears that her parents might've been killed, she was an Imp, after all, Imp's weren't exactly treated the best down here...

You reassured her thought you had found the young child wandering the streets alone. You had asked where her parents were, but she refused to talk about it. You would've pushed her for more information, but... you could tell it really bothered her, so you had just caved and decided to adopt her.

Charlie was a bit wary about you, keeping a close eye on you two. She was so afraid that you might act harshly against the Imp girl if she did something wrong. But so far, you seemed to be a decent parent, a little rough, but she could tell you genuinely liked spending time with the child.

Then, that faithful day came, your new daughter had been playing to recklessly and accidentally broke a vase in the house, some that both she and Charlie assumed you'd get mad over... except, you didn't.

You didn't even yell at her when you saw her standing over the broken vase, crying as she tried to carefully clean up the pieces without hurting herself. Carefully, you kneeled down and shooed her hands away from the sharp glass, carefully looking at them for a moment to make sure she wasn't hurt...

Charlie watched the whole ordeal from the end up the hall, watching as you comforted your new daughter, before helping her pick up the glass and clean up any cuts she might've gotten. It was the sweetest thing she had ever seen out of you. She had only ever known you as the cold, no-nonsense demon who took no shit, someone who would've killed over something as simple as a mistake.

It was oddly nice, seeing this side of you for once.

Vaggie

"WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE A CHILD WITH YOU?!" "Found it" "WHERE?!" "Outside"

Needless to say, Vaggie has just as many questions as Charlie, if not more. Where did you find this kid? Where were her parents? What happened to her parents? How did you manage to just, stumble across a completely unsupervised imp child within the city?

You seemed to just role your eyes at her panic and questions. What the hell were you supposed to do? Just leave the child there, that'd just be irresponsible. Just cause you were tough as nails doesn't mean you didn't know what responsibility was.

Eventually, Vaggie gave up on asking questions, and just started doing research, wanting to at least help with raising the child. But you were insistent that you knew what you were doing. And to her surprise, you actually did.

Most would actually consider you a near-perfect parent. Which is a surprise, most people would've seen an abandoned imp child and not even give the thing a chance. You on the other hand are trying your hardest to make sure this kid grows up well. Vaggie was awfully proud of you.

That is until you came home looking like you had just gotten into a fight. Which you actually had gotten into a fight! Why? Well, it's simple, someone made one single derogatory comment about your daughter, and you fucking lost it.

When she asked why you acted so drastically you simply stated that you had to make sure your kid knew how wrong those people were about her. Besides, it's not like anybody really gives a shit anyways.

Vaggie wasn't sure if she was a bit scared, or more proud of you than before. Either way, you and your daughter seemed happy, so she decided to be your impulse control at most.

Angel Dust

Angel didn't even question where you had got the kid. Don't get me wrong, he definitely wanted to know where you found a random, abandoned imp girl, but at the same time, this was hell, it probably wasn't that hard to find children just wandering the streets.

He did ask if you were gonna help find the girls parents or if you had actually adopted her. Upon telling him that you were adopting the child, he was a mix between excited and confused. You were the toughest person in hell, Angel had to literally work his ass off to rope you into a relationship, so the fact that you saw an abandoned child on the street and decided to adopt her without question... it made Angel a little jealous.

Angel was more than happy helping you take care of the kid. Yeah he wasn't the best at it, but he was fun, and in his eyes, that was all that counted. In fact, he might've grown even more attached to the little girl than you did.

He knew how much you cared about the little girl and wanted to make her happy. But he never expected a day in his life that he'd walk in on the girl having a little tea party with you and Fat Nuggets. You had even let her put make up on you. You still had your stoic, tough-as-nails expression, which almost made the whole thing even cuter and maybe a little bit funny.

"Hello Angel, care to join us?" You didn't even have any emotion in your voice. It was like you were only doing this out of obligation. Though of course, Angel just had to join, he couldn't help it, he just thought it was so sweet that you were playing along with your new daughter's antics. Plus, Fat Nuggets looks so cute in a tiara.

Afterward, Angel helps you clean the makeup off your face and put your daughter to bed. You tell him that if he tells anyone it'll be over for you two. Of course, Angel tells literally everyone he can, how could he not? It was adorable, and he knows you won't just up and leave him.

Husk

Husk doesn't really care about most of the things you do he knows that if you're doing it, then you can probably handle it yourself. That's why he didn't exactly question or care about the fact that you now had an imp child with you.

He wasn't exactly fond of the child either, yeah he was technically the pseudo-father to the child, seeing as he was dating you and you had adopted the child, but he really didn't see himself as 'parent material'. Still, he did his best to at least put up with the child, especially when you had something important to do that would be too dangerous for her to be around.

He honestly didn't think you'd have that much of a connection with the child either, but you seemed to really care about her. He would've thought it was adorable if he wasn't such a downer.

One day you approached him with the little girl in your arms, and asked him to do a magic trick for her. He was a bit confused, but then you explained that you had told her about how he liked magic, and ever since then she's been begging you to let Husk show her a magic trick or two.

Husk acted as if this was a chore for him, but deep down he was a little bit excited. He loved cheesy magic tricks, and didn't get to do them often, so he was happy that the kid and him shared an interest.

He did a simple magic trick, just the coin behind the ear trick. Immediately after, the girl burst into laughter and clapped her hands. That's the moment when Husk actually started warming up to the kid. So he grabbed a deck of cards, and decided to do another simple magic trick, which she enjoyed just as much.

Husk glanced up at you for a moment, a for the first time since he's met you, he saw you smiling. The tough as nails, emotionless powerhouse, was smiling over the fact that their daughter and boyfriend were enjoying their time together. Of course, you immediately wiped the smile off your face when he noticed.

"What the hell you smiling about?" "I, wasn't smiling..." "Yeah, whatever you say big guy."

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

a concept @andvys and i have been discussing:

you and king steve are in college. he’s a slacker, maybe on the verge of flunking out. you’re a tutor at the college, helping students in various subjects when they need it the most. to keep his scholarship, steve comes to see you for help. however, rather than take it seriously, he keeps trying to flirt with you and get in your pants, and you hate him so much for it. you really thought he was going to take it seriously, but instead, he’s using it to try and fuck you. he’s everything you hate: cocky, a player, a little bit of an asshole.

but steve is determined to have you, no matter what.

you avoid him at all costs, even sending him to other tutors to keep from dealing with him. but one day, he corners you, maybe while you’re in the copy room making copies of poems for some of your english students to study. he presses you against a wall, and you want to fight him, to pull away, but you can’t bring yourself to. it’s his eyes; they’re so ravenous, lustful, and holy shit, are they actually beautiful? are you really hypnotized by this fucker’s eyes?

“i know you want me,” he says, smirking as he sees you squirming.

“I don’t,” you insist, but is it really the truth? a part of you doubts it. “now, if you’ll excuse me, i have work to do.”

“oh come on,” he says, that smirk growing wider. “you haven’t thought about fucking me? about digging your heels into my ass as I fuck you? scratching down my back, pulling my hair, begging me to stop but not actually wanting that at all?”

“no…” you say, but the thought lures you in, like an animal into a sneaky, clever trap. “please—“

“ive thought about it,” he says, moving closer to you and grinning as your breath hitches. “something tells me you’re a brat, y/n. one that needs taming.”

“I…” you begin, swallowing thickly as he closes more space between the two of you. “I need to work…”

“you can work later,” he insists, brushing his fingers down your cheek as he tilts your head up to look at him. “right now, i think we should play.”

“goodbye, steve,” you say, pushing at his chest hard and going back to your copies. “go find some other girl that this will work on, because it isn’t me.”

“it will,” he says, leaning against the wall and watching you closely. “you just wait and see.”

it takes you two months before you finally give in to him. you thought about him often—mostly when you were getting yourself off—but you would never give him the satisfaction of letting him know that. not even when he corners you in the tutor center, when you’re all alone. not when he kisses you for the first time, and all you can think about is how bad you want him. not even when he’s taking off your clothes and you take off his, both of you exposed to each other. and especially not when his head is between your legs, eating you out so hard and rough that your thighs shake and your hands are pulling out stands of his hair.

the sex itself is even better. he wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to tame you. he spanks you, mostly with his belt, and ties you up with it after he eats you out. he fucks you mercilessly, and you cry out, each thrust even more delicious and addicting than the last. you’re sore from the spankings, you’re still shaking from cumming on his tongue, but it’s all so good.

“steve, please,” you beg.

“please what?” he asks, pressing his thumb in your mouth. “use your words for me.”

“please fuck me harder,” you say.

“look at that,” he says, doing as you ask as he throws your legs over his shoulders. “you went from hating me to begging me to fuck you. sure took long enough.”

“don’t make me regret it,” you say with an eye roll.

he slaps your thighs, shutting you up with an even harder, sharper thrust. “and don’t make me gag you, y/n. the afternoon is still young; no one is coming in here today. what’s stopping me from leaving you here to fend for yourself?”

“the fact that you’re already addicted to my pussy,” you say smugly. “i know you are.”

“you’re right,” he says, wrapping a hand around your throat. “now shut up and enjoy it.”

you couldn’t say no to that, either.

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[xchxsex]

Mending Your Pain: Mark Hoffman NSFW

AN: Ive had this written for a while but I’ve never uploaded on here before and tbh i don’t think my work is up to par with other creators. I thought id give it a shot though. I have more of the series posted on my instagram which is the same as my tumblr.

TW: light blood play, degrading, praise, rough sex, oral (m and f receiving)

I wake up to a rustling sound in my living room. I turn to look at my clock. Jeez, its 2 am, what could be going on?

I get up and begin to walk out my bedroom door. I hear a familiar groan in the hallway. “Mark?,” i ask to the darkness in front of me.

I find the light switch and flick it on. He’s standing there, a gash on his forehead, a busted and bleeding nose and a busted lip. Thats just what i can see.

“Hey princess,” he says as i run to him.

He’s holding his side and is clearly in pain. “What happened?”

“A call didn’t go so well. He had some friends i didn’t know about and i didn’t have backup.”

I go to touch his side and he groans.

“Shouldn’t you be at a hospital?”

He’s breathing heavy.

“I probably should, but my princess always makes me feel better.”

I smile. I still think he should go to the doctor but maybe i can help. Ive been trained in some medical stuff which he probably already knows. “Here ill take a look.”

I take him back to my bedroom and sit him in my chair.

“You look good in my shirt baby,” he says.

I forgot i was wearing it. I put it on the night before because i missed him and wanted to feel comforted by him.

I go and get my first aid kit and my sewing kit incase i need it. I come back in and he’s sitting with his legs spread open, slumped down in my chair, smiling at me. I know he’s trying to get me going.

First, i check his nose and make sure it isn’t broken. When i touch it he grunts a little.

“Its not broken but it’ll definitely be bruised,” i tell him.

I take a wipe and wipe the blood from his nose and put a bandage on it. His lip will have to heal on its own but i can at least clean it up.

As i lean over and wipe his lip, he’s looking me deep into my eyes, his hands working their way up my back. He’s making me nervous.

I swallow back my emotions and continue to clean up his lip. Its his head that I’m worried about. I rinse it out with saline solution and dab it with gauze. I don’t think it’ll close up on its own.

“I think you’re gonna need a few stitches, can you handle that?,” i ask.

I look him in his eyes.

“Yeah, i can handle that. I have a high pain tolerance, go ahead,” he says in a certain kind of voice.

I open up my kit and grab a needle and thread. I get it ready and grab my lighter to sterilize it. As I’m about to loop it through the gash, his hand goes and sits on my ass.

“Just looking for something to squeeze if it hurts too bad.”

I roll my eyes at him. He grabs my throat and forces me to look at him.

“You wanna do that again?,” he says with a look in his eyes that he’ll make my eyes roll in a different way if i keep on.

“N-no… sir” i say.

He releases my throat and i can actually do what i need to. I get it looped through the first part and he’s squeezing my ass. I knew he was going to even if it didn’t hurt.

I continue with the stitches until i get most of it closed. When i get to the last stitch, i pull it all together and knot the end. I cut the thread and dab it with more cleaning solution.

“Okay, its all done,” i say.

I move and turn away from him for a second. I hear him stand up.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?,” i hear him say.

I turn back around to face him. I don’t know why he’s making me feel so nervous, like I’m a teenager facing my crush in a school hallway.

He’s taking off his jacket and lays it on the chair. The shirt he’s wearing is tight and conforms to his figure. Bits around his neck and armpits have sweat stains. I swallow again, holding back the throbbing thats begun below. He lifts his shirt up and pulls it off. I notice the giant purple and blue blotch that contains the pain he’s feeling. I notice other things that keep my eye focused on him.

His pants have slightly fallen to where i can see his v line leading to something i want so badly right now. What i would give to trace it with my tongue. His body is glistening with sweat in the path of my light.

“Aren’t you gonna come look at it?,” he says as he walks towards me.

He’s borderline on top of me, his broad frame making him seem bigger.

“S-sure,” i say, still not looking up at him.

I put my hands on his side and press around. He groans, not in enough pain to have an injury; just a giant bruise.

“I think you’re okay,” i say.

Im still admiring his body, the ways his muscles contort under his skin and thickness when he moves. My eyes move to his waist and hips, a perfect place for my legs to be wrapped around.

“Actually, i think i have some cuts on my thighs,” he says as he starts undoing his belt.

My insides and clit are throbbing like the beat to a metal song. He takes off his belt and steps out of his pants. I do notice some minor cuts on his thighs, but what i really notice is hard to look away from.

He’s wearing tight, dark blue underwear that conform to his hips and thighs and… him, greatly. Him. His cock is hard and going down his leg, twitching every now and then, like its begging to be emptied inside me. Im sure my face is flushed and my legs are shaking. He wants me to give in and break, but i wont. Not now.

“You should be fine, they’re just little scratches,” i say.

“Hm, maybe you should check my back then.”

He turns around like he knows he’s breaking me. He is, but he doesn’t have to know that. His back. God, his back. It’s sculpted and firm. The muscles he uses to carry me and throw me around like a rag-doll. My eyes move further down to his ass which is being held nicely in the underwear. Theres maybe one tiny scratch on his back.

“Your back is fine,” i tell him.

He turns around to face me. He’s looking at me, pondering whats going through my mind right now. He puts his hand on the desk beside my leg that hes now backed me up onto.

“Let me guess… you don’t want to give in and say that you were looking at my body and all of the dirty things it does to you. You think that you’re stronger than your urges for me and you want to try to make a point?,” he says while looking in my eyes.

Theres the nervousness again. I don’t have to respond, my face says it all. He takes my hand and puts it to his chest and slowly runs it down his body, my fingers pressing into his warm flesh.

He keeps going slowly until he gets to the band of his underwear. He starts to pull down his underwear using our hands. I don’t know how much longer i can take.

My insides are begging me to give up and let him take me but i want to hold out. He pulls his underwear down past his cock and it springs out. He lets out a breathy moan in my ear. He has a drop of pre cum dripping down his tip, still throbbing in sync with my insides. God i cant speak anymore, all i can do is stand here and let out little whines like a dog begging for food. I need the pleasure only he can give.

“Hmm, I’m impressed princess. But we both know you cant handle the way i touch you.”

He runs his nails gently up my thigh, his hand spreading to cup my thigh at the top. I cant break eye contact with his cock. He tilts my chin up to look at him, I’m biting my tongue.

“I know, its hard to not look at. Its big and makes you feel so good doesn’t it? You like the way I throb while I empty myself inside you?,” he says as he tucks my hair behind my ear.

It feels like I can’t breathe. I can’t- i cant do it anymore. I can’t think about anything but having him inside of me, releasing the tension thats built inside me.

“Please..” I whimper.

I run my hands up and down his body.

“Please what?,” he says, his hand going up my back. He moves closer so that his cock is resting on my thigh.

“I need you to- to take me,” i say, unable to form my words right.

“Hmm, i don’t understand?,” he says as he brushes my hair away and starts kissing my neck. “Do you want me baby?,” he whispers in my ear.

Thats it. I wrap my legs and arms around him, grinding onto his leg. He grabs my throat and squeezes.

“Tell me that you want me, get on your fucking knees and beg for me,” he groans. He backs off of me and i get down on my knees. He rubs his tip on my lip and i taste his salty pre cum.

“I want you inside of me,” i hear myself say,” i want to trace the dips of your muscles with my tongue,” i add on, hoping that he’ll give me something that will stop me from soaking my underwear.

He looks down at me and licks his lip. “Then go right ahead.”

Sometimes the way he looks at me, it tells me he could never say no to me. He loves the feeling of my mouth around his cock. You know what? He deserves to be teased too. I don’t take his cock in my mouth. I pull down his underwear and kiss on his thighs leading up to his stomach. I lick a streak up the contour of his v line. I look up and his jaw is tense. I’m getting somewhere.

His hand goes on the back of my head and presses me closer to him. I need him just as badly as he needs me.

“I suggest you put it in your mouth before i shove it in,” he says.

I give into him. I take him in my hand and put his tip in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it, but i have a different plan. I know where his sensitive spot is. I move underneath his cock where his tip meets his shaft. I gently suck on that and his hands instantly grab onto my head.

“Fuck,” he groans before he pulls my head away entirely. His cock throbs. Guess he couldn’t handle it.

“You couldn’t handle me sucking your cock?,” i say in a tone that will definitely come back to haunt me later.

“Oh ill teach you a lesson on not being able to handle something.” He pulls me up by the throat and takes me to the bed. “You’ve barely seen what my tongue can do to you. I already can make you break so easily. I will end you this time.”

He lays me down and pulls off my underwear, pulling up my shirt enough to expose my breasts. He puts his mouth to my hole and i cant even describe what he does.

He starts to suck and lick and kiss and bite all at once it feels like. The pleasure is so intense my back arches, i grab onto him and try to push him away. He’s holding onto me tightly. I cant get away from him. I shouldn’t have teased him.

My hips squirm without me even trying to. My legs are shaking as he holds them down. The combination of how sensitive my clit is from being so fucking turned on and what he’s doing with his mouth is so intense. Im flooding his mouth and he doesn’t stop, he’ll never stop. Every time i cum i get more and more sensitive.

“Please,” i beg and whimper over and over again.

He keeps going for what feels like forever. I’ve lost count of the orgasms just from his mouth. My body keeps reacting to the movements of his tongue, but i feel like I’m going to pass out again. My tight grip on his hair has gotten to me just resting my hands on his head. My body is aching for more. The muscles in my thighs can’t tighten around his head anymore.

When i stop begging for mercy, he finally stops. His face slick and glistening with my juices. He crawls on top of me and makes me look him in the eye with a firm grip on my chin.

“Do you understand me?,” he asks.

I make out a breathy “yes”. I just realized we haven’t even had sex yet and I’m already so worn out.

“Don’t worry princess, ill be gentle.”

I still want him inside me, i just don’t know how much i can handle. He slides into me and i let out a whine. He pulls up my legs to rest on his shoulders. He holds my hips as he slowly thrusts into me. His mouth falls slightly open as small moans escape from his lips. He brushes my hair behind my ear out of my face.

“I like fucking you in my shirt, you look so pretty and ruined in it.” His thrusts start to speed up little by little.

Soon he starts doing that final thrust that feels incredible. The way he curls his hips just a bit at the end drives me wild. I don’t even care if i cum again tonight, i just want his cum inside me. I crave it.

He kisses me and i taste the blood on his lips. It sounds gross, but it only makes me want him more. Soon we’re wrapped around each other, kissing, sweating, begging for each other. I bite his busted lip and he groans. His cock throbs in me. Maybe he secretly likes pain a little too.

I taste his fresh blood in my mouth. His hand goes around my throat and breaks the kiss. He stops thrusting. He wipes his lip off with his thumb.

“Open your mouth,” he demands.

I open my mouth and he rubs his blood stained thumb on my tongue. Maybe I’m as fucked up as he is. I suck the rest of his blood off. He smiles down at me.

“God you’re a dirty girl aren’t you?”

“Only for you,” i tell him.

He kisses me harshly and starts thrusting even faster. “Dirty girls make me want to fill their insides with my cum.”

Im moaning for him again. “Please cum inside me,” i beg.

“Yeah? You haven’t had a load inside of you in a little while. Maybe thats why you’re so fucking tight around me. Your body wants my cum that bad?” His thrusts are getting sloppy. His moans are getting louder.

I want him to cum so badly. He’s holding onto me so tightly. “God you’re gonna fucking make me cum,” he accidentally whimpers.

He’s never made such a noise but it makes my insides quiver. The vein in his forehead pops out and his jaw tenses. He’s so close. I think i know how to get him to cum.

“Cum inside me daddy,” I whisper in his ear.

He groans and throbs as he finishes in me. I squeeze his cock tightly and milk him dry. He paints my walls with his warm seed until he’s empty. His hand goes around my neck.

“Call me that one more fucking time and ill make it the last thing you say before you get my cock rammed down your throat.” He knows he secretly likes it when i do it.

He pulls out of me and his cum pours out, gushing down my ass and off the bed. He grabs his clothes and puts them back on, wincing if something hits his side.

I slide off of the bed and stand like a newborn deer. My legs are shaking so badly and his cum is still dripping down my leg.

“I have some work to do. Ill come back and see you when I’m done.”

I walk over to him and he holds me up by my waist. He kisses me and i feel like i know what work he has to do. Whether its with that john guy or his police work, he always kisses me like it could be our last.

“Thank you for taking care of me princess. I have one request,” he says.

“What?” He grabs my underwear and hands them to me.

“You put these on and sleep in the mess i made inside you.” I listen to him and put my underwear back on.

“Good girl. I love you,” he says as he puts me in bed and tucks me in before leaving.

[lionlena]

Dancing With Your Ghost (JavierPeñaxghost!reader) Part IV

Summary: You are a ghost (sort of) and you don’t remember what happened to you. You only know your name and you feel that something bad has happened to you. The only person who sees you and hears you is Javier, so you don’t leave him because you believe he’ll help you. That he will solve the mystery of what happened to you.

Warnigs: the reader is a ghost, mentions of death, angst, later chapters will also include descriptions of severe wounds, blood… And also sadness, anxiety, little smut but later

A/N: Title inspired by this song

Part IV

Javi watched you walk around the office and couldn't help but smile slightly. You acted like a child and he wondered again how old you might be. You looked like 24, maybe 26, but he knew you might as well have been 22 or 28. You couldn't give him an answer to that question. Right now, you were acting like a six-year-old in a candy store.  

And of course, Chris got one blank message on a pager. Javi just rolled his eyes and shook his head as you looked at him. In return, you gave him one of your sweetest smiles and shrugged.

After all, what's the point of being a ghost if you can't make a little mischief? 

After a while, even gathering office gossip got boring and you went back to Javier's office. He didn't notice you approaching him. As a ghost you moved silently, so he couldn't hear you. He was going through a folder with pictures of dead women. You held your breath and squealed. Just then he realize you were there and quickly closed the briefcase muttering, "Sorry."  

You shook your head and quietly asked: "These are pictures... Are you looking for..." 

Javier looked at you sadly: "Your body is not here."  

You nodded your head and bit your lip. "Do you watch a lot of this?"  

"What should I answer you? Too much, for..."  

Javier stopped as he saw Daniel coming towards him. 

"Boss, we have something. We think we know where Miguel's son is. It can get rough."  

Javier stood up abruptly and nodded his head: "Go, I'll catch up with you in a moment."  

He grabbed the receiver of the phone and looked at you with worried eyes.  

"Please Y/N, stay here. I can't during the action..."  

Before he finished his sentence, you nodded, "I know. Just be careful."  

"I will," he replied and took his gun from the desk.  

Before leaving his office, he paused in the doorway for a moment and looked at you. You gave him a soft smile and then he continued walking.  

In fact, you really wanted to go with him, but you had already realized that his job was sometimes very dangerous. You also knew you were distracting him, even when you didn't say anything. Javier even told you that once: "I can't help but think what will happen if a bullet goes through you. Yes, I know, nothing should happen to you, but... What if it's like silver bullets and werewolves." You rolled your eyes and he gave you an annoyed look. "Well, if you exist, then maybe werewolves too." 

It made you laugh a bit, but... You didn't want to see what would happen if you actually got in the crossfire. The truth was that neither of you had any idea how this whole, "ghosted" thing worked.

For example, you noticed that it was hard for you to walk through thick walls, so most of the time you chose the door but you didn't know why wall thickness was a problem.

You sighed heavily and sat down in his chair. You were worried about him, but there was nothing you could do. It wasn't just that Javi was the only person you could talk to. Just like that... You liked him.

You spent the next hours wandering around the increasingly empty floor. You watched people gather their things and go home. And all you thought was that you didn't have a home. Maybe in the past, if someone asked you if you wanted to be a ghost, you'd say, "Yeah, sure, that must be fucking awesome."

Well, it wasn't.

There was nothing cool about watching other people can live, while you couldn't even pick a stupid pen off the floor.

There was nothing awesome about not being able to talk to anyone but one person. Yes, Javi was your only ray of sunshine, even when he was grumpy. But that wasn't that nice either. You were addicted to one person. And you knew he was tired of you sometimes.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't even notice Javier approaching.

"Tough day?" he asked in a tired voice.

You lifted your head up and smiled. You looked at him carefully, looking for any signs of injury, and breathed a sigh of relief  when you not seeing anything.

"Did you catch him?" you asked, but his heavy sigh was the answer.

Javier poured himself a whiskey and sat down on the couch. He was no longer wearing a tie, the top buttons of his shirt undone, and the sleeves rolled up. He was tired, but you thought he looked hot anyway.

"The motherfucker tricked us," he hissed.

You bit your lip not knowing how to react. How were you supposed to help him? If you could, you would sit next to him. Maybe you could start massaging his tense shoulders. If only he would let you kiss his jaw, climb into his lap and undo his pants...

You shook your head. God, where did you keep having these thoughts?

"Stechner's computer burned down," you blurted out suddenly.

"What?" Javier snapped his head up, clearly intrigued.

"Maybe... I was exaggerating a bit. I just wanted to tease him, but suddenly something clicked and the computer started smoking."

Javier tipped his head back and started laughing.

"It's good to know I wasn't the only one having a fucked up day."

You smiled as you watched Javier's mood improve. Maybe he shouldn't be so happy about Bill's bad luck, but... You knew Stechner was an asshole.

Javier finally got up and said, "Let's go home."

You suddenly felt happier. Even if he didn't mean you were going back to "yours" home, you felt better.

 *

(A month later)

It's funny how things can go wrong so quickly. After failing to catch David, Javier grew more nervous and frustrated every day. You've seen how sometimes it's hard for him to keep from growling at you. You heard him mention someone names Cristina a few times, but when you asked about her, he brushed you off in half sentences. Sometimes you deliberately left the apartment before he came back so he could calm down.

You were disappointed and sad. You understood that he was tired, but you had the feeling that he had completely abandoned your case. You tried to be patient, but it didn't always work.

When you showed up at home after midnight, you were surprised to find that Javier wasn't there. You ignored it at first. You figured he'd gone to the prostitutes and would come by in the morning for fresh clothes.

But he wasn't there in the morning or in the afternoon. You started to panic. You turned on the TV on the news program, anxiously awaiting some news.

Killing a DEA agent would have been publicized for sure, but they didn't say anything on the news either.

Late in the evening, you were already so restless that you decided to go to the embassy. You knew the way and figured you might hear something there.

But just as you were about to leave, Javier entered the apartment.

You immediately ran over to him.

"Where were you? I was worried about you. I was afraid that..."

"Are you playing wife again?!" he growled. "What was I supposed to do? Call? From what I remember, you don't have the ability to pick up the phone."

You shook your head and took a step back. You didn't understand why he was like this again. You tried to lighten the situation somehow.

"I'm sorry... Is it weird that I was worried about you?"

Javier put his hands on his sides and took deep breaths. He wanted to calm down, but Cristina's words hit him again and again: "You think you're a hero", "you are a piece of shit ."

She was right, but why didn't you see it? Why didn't you understand that you'd be better off without him?

"You were worried about who would solve your case if I died."

His words were like a blow.

"Why are you saying that? You know it's not true. I like you."

He threw his hands up in the air and looked at you angrily.

"And that's the problem! Can't you see that?! You've been with me for two months and... Nothing! Stop believing I'll help you. Stop believing I'm a good person because the truth is I'm a bastard. I save people when it suits me. I allow people to be killed when I see no other way. You don't know anything about me!" He took a deep breath and calmly said, "I'm really sorry, but I can't help you, it's too hard."

You felt like you were about to cry, but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction. You took a step towards him and growled.

"Have you thought for a moment how hard it is for me?! I'm dead Javier! I will never dance with anyone again, never eat ice cream, never hug anyone, never kiss anyone... Not only you and your work are the most important in this world, you know?"

Javier clenched his jaw and rubbed his hand restlessly across his neck. Why did you have to remind him of what hurt him the most? Yes, he couldn't hug you. He couldn't kiss you. This frustrated him so much and he lost control of his anger.

"Yeah, you're dead! You can wait another week or two... You can wait fucking years, but living people whose lives depend on me can't wait! Yes, it's sad that you're dead, but you can still do something. Why don't you just get on a plane and see the world?! You can be free. You can enjoy..."

"Life!" you growled. You would hit him if you could. "You don't know what it's like to be a ghost! You don't know what it's like to feel that kind of pain!" He looked at you surprised. "Yes Javier, I feel pain, constantly... Pressure, right here." You touched your chest. "You don't know if I have time. You think so, but two months ago you didn't even believe in me, and now you're a ghost specialist! What if we have limited time to get to the other side? What if I'm going to hell tomorrow? Forgive me that I bothered you, but you were my only chance."

Javier took a step towards you, stretched out his hand, and tried to say something, but you turned around and ran outside. You knew he wouldn't follow you. He wouldn't have had a chance to catch you, but you didn't stop running.

You decided to go to the airport and fly to the farthest place you could find. Maybe Javier was right.

He wasn't who you thought he was, and maybe...

Maybe there was someone else in the world who could help you

*

Javier stood paralyzed. What was he thinking? He just let the worst-case scenario come true. You disappeared and he might never see you again. He'll never tell you that you were probably the best thing that ever happened to him. Even if he hated not being able to touch you. Or maybe that's why he talked to you in a way he didn't talk to anyone else woman.

"Fuck!" he screamed and slammed his hand against the wall.

Why did this blonde, snorting cocaine whenever she had the chance, have to mess with his mind? Okay, he wasn't a good man, but he risked his life for her, not only because he needed her husband's testimony. He felt sorry for her, worried about her... But he was much more worried about you. It didn't matter that you were a ghost. Something bad could still happen to you.

"Fuck it!" he shouted and grabbed his car keys.

He had no idea where he was going, but it didn't matter. He was just going to drive around looking for you. He couldn't lose you. Not yet.

*

You took an empty seat on the plane, by the window and watched as you were moving away from the ground. You sighed heavily as you felt a familiar tingle. It wasn't your first time trying to leave this cursed city.

You closed your eyes and when you opened them you were back on a familiar street.

Javier's heart skipped when he finally found you. You were sitting on the curb, on the street where he first saw you. He parked the car and cautiously walked towards you. There was no one around, so he didn't have to worry about what others would think when they saw him talking to the void.

"Hey, I had a feeling I'd find you here. I don't know why, but I thought you might be here."

You pulled your legs closer to you, wrapping your arms around them. Javier stood right above you, but you didn't even look at him. "I'm sorry for what I said." Again, no response. He sighed and sat down next to you. "So what, now you can't see me? It's pretty funny." If only he could nudge you lightly with his elbow to make you laugh a little. "I have to admit, it's really annoying when someone pretends not to see or hear you."

Still not looking at him, you mumbled, "I've tried to get out of here before while you were gone. I got on a plane, but as soon as the machine takes off into the sky, suddenly I'm here. It's the same if I get in a truck when I cross city borders... I land here. Today I tried again and... I've been sitting here for two hours."

Javier looked at you and sighed, "Sorry, I didn't know."

You shrugged. "But it doesn't matter anyway. I've been thinking about it and... What if I traveled the world? Who would I tell about it?" You finally looked at him and saw the sadness in his eyes. "I don't have anyone, Javi. It's just me and this fucking city. If I could at least see other ghosts, but apparently there's something wrong with me. So I'm sorry for stalking you, but..." You swallowed and mumbled, "I only have you."

Javier nodded, and... God, if he could hug you. He would pull you close to him and hold you until all your sadness was gone. But the only way he could comfort you was with words, and that had never been his strong suit.

"Maybe I'm not a ghost specialist, but... I know people and I can tell you that you didn't deserve all of this. You didn't deserve the words I said. And..." You noticed, that he was nervous. "Sometimes I think I only have you." You raised your eyebrows. "Yes, I know how it sounds, but... I don't talk to anyone like I talk with you. No one sees what you see." You nodded. "Sometimes I'm afraid you'll leave and I won't get a chance to say goodbye one last time."

You opened your mouth to say something but realized you didn't know what to say. You couldn't promise him anything. No matter how much you wanted to, you were no longer in control of your existence.

Javier must have noticed your embarrassment because he quickly got up and started walking towards the car. "Come on," he said but did not get into the car. He opened the driver's side door, turned on the radio, and found a slow Spanish song.

You were really surprised by his behavior. "What are you doing?"

"I will dance with you."

You laughed and looked at him skeptically. "Have you forgotten that you can't touch me?"

"Just stay close to me. Come on."

You looked around. "Seriously, do you want to do it here?" He just shrugged his arms. "All right."

You stood as close to him as you could, and he raised his hands as if he were holding you by the waist. His fingers dug into your incorporeal body a little, but you didn't mind. You felt a slight flow of energy from his body and smiled.

"Alright, I'll tell you what to do." You nodded. "A step back."

You did as he instructed and he took a step forward. "Now step left, step right." He followed your movements as if in a mirror image. "A step forward. And again, a step back..."

You giggled and shook your head. "You must look like a lunatic now."

"I'm just dancing with your ghost."

You smiled and continued dancing.

A/N: Sorry, Javier lost his temper, again. And in case you haven't noticed, I don't like Cristina. I think she was stupid and selfish and... Didn't Javi really notice that she was on drugs? :P If someone doesn't know her, here she is: Cristina Jurado

Please don't pay too much attention to the timeline in season three, because I've messed it up quite a bit already.

Part III

Part V

Taglist: @aestheticangel612​ @kittenlittle24​  @creedslove​ @ranahx​ @hxpburn76

[gloryavila]

Neteyam X Fem!reader

Omatikaya reader

A/n: Hi hi babes 🫶 sorry I haven't been cooking anything up life happens yk 😞 Yeah life happens and I just couldn't focus today and came up with a silly little scenario I had to write down ofc 😻🙏

ALSO TUMBLR SUCKS WHEN I SAVED THIS TO DRAFTS IT DELETED HALF OF WHAT IVE WRITTEN I WAS IN TEARS.. ANYWAYS 😒

ENJOYY !! 🫶🫶

Summary: Neteyam finally comes to his senses and confesses to you and you two finally mate 🤗🥳

Word count: maybe around 5k?

Warnings: fluff, smut 🔥🔥💪, unprotected sex, oral p in v 💋, not much graphic description of the sex sorry babes, breeding kink, NETEYAM AND READER ARE 19!!

Requested: Nope

He didn't know where to start or what to say.

He couldn't believe how dense he was until now, you literally made him jewelry and shared your food with him and he didn't notice you loved him? Just how? He has been inlove with you for as long as he could remember, he has been in awe of you ever since you guys teenagers. He thought he knew you the best and he loved you the most, so just how did he not notice you loved him too? At least it all made sense to him finally but he wanted to clutch into a ball and cry out of embarrassment. Even worse clutch into a ball and cry infront of you.

He had to see you now, immediately and he knew just where he will find you.

"Mother, father I'll be back soon don't wait for me!" He yelled as he ran out of his home and began jogging towards your special spot. He knew that even when he didn't come there, you would be there by the waterfall, he just knew it. He felt it.

He slowed down as he got closer, his heartbeat becoming faster by every beat, his cheeks blushing how was he gonna face you looking like this? If you even said a word to him he would faint, Eywa forbid anything else cause he might actually die. He took deep breathes calming himself down. He had to see you. He had to say he loved you, and apologize for being so dense.

He walked closer making his presence known by saying your name.

"Y/n?" He called out coming behind you, looking at how you shifted your body up and how your ears perked up exitedly when you heard his voice.

"Neteyam !" You didn't expect him to come, you didn't expect to see him at all. You weren't complaining, actually you wanted to see him. You had something to tell him.

"I have something to tell you-" You both said at the same time, he blushed and you laughed, you couldn't do anything else than they to laugh because you might actually start giggling like an absolute fucking idiot.

"You go first" You said, looking him directly in the eye as he walked closer to you.

"Y/n I-" He leaned closer putting his hand on your cheek, your breath hitched and you're whole body tensed up at the sudden touch. You knew what was going to happen, and you didn't dare pull away.

He kissed you gently, it was like kissing a cloud, gentle and nice. It was a gentle but a bit longer kiss as none of you dated pull away from other another.

Your body relaxed at the kiss.

As he was about to pull away, you didn't let that happen. Instead you wrapped your hands around him and your hand found its way thru his braids at the back of his head. Your bodies rubbing onto eachother as you kissed, now this kiss was it.

This was how you wanted to kiss him, nice and rough after all those years of frustration this was a great way to relieve it and even better relive it by kissing Neteyam.

You both pulled away, taking a step back from eachother as you blushed embarrassed to even look at eachother. Neteyam cleared his throat. You shifted your gaze to him.

You licked your lower lip as you stepped closer to him, now it was his turn to tense up but then again what is he embarrassed of?

You two kisses again, deep and rough. His tongue entering your mouth in the meantime as you were now on the ground grabbing onto any skin you both could. First you were on top of his lap now he was on top of you as his leg was in the middle of your legs between your thighs. You only ever pulled away to take short breathes. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him even closer, no matter how close you two were it would never be enough close you needed him inside of you right now.

He was shy, he didn't dare move his hands elsewhere other than your arms, waist and thighs. While you on the other hand couldn't relate to his troubles at all, one moment your hands were brushing against his chest down to his lower stomach, now wrapped around his neck, your legs wrapped around his waist. He touched your thighs bringing them up. All of his fantasies he thought about thru years when his hands were between his thighs are happening but you weren't just some fantasie he masturbated to, his love for you was far more complex.

You decided to help Neteyam a bit bringing his hands to your chest as he removed your breast beads. Whimpers and moans filled the previously silent and calm atmosphere to a hot one really quickly. His knee was right where it should be, between your thighs as he rubbed your clit removing your loincloth to the side.

"Neteyam-" you moaned his name as his ears perked up in excitement while yours were low and your eyes shut as your breath was uneven from all the kissing and moaning. A shade of purple washed over your face as Neteyam's fingers played with your nipples while he left sloppy kisses on your jaw down to your cleavege where he proudly left a hickey. His other hand trailed off down your stomach, to your lower stomach. You suddenly stopped him.

He looked at you confused and apologetic wondering if he did something wrong. You pulled your long braid from behind your back and were signalling him to do so to.

By doing this you will both be bonded for life. He pulled his braid connecting his queue with yours. Now you two felt every heart beat, every worry, every thought of one another. You both looked at eachother again shy. You started kissing him again decided you wanted to take matter into your own hands.

And that's how you mated and had your first time with Neteyam, the most gentle and best male Na'vi someone could wish for. Your childhood crush. It was like a fever dream exept it was real, it was all real.

That night Neteyam ended up not coming back home, why? He was too busy laying in the grass by your side. Now after all of that you decided to talk, you decided to talk about your feelings and everything on your mind. You both were too far into your own world to care about anything else. He was finally yours and you were his. That was the only thing that mattered.

Tho, bringing the fact you two mated like that to his family was a bit embarrassing.

Neytiri invited you for dinner and Jake just started the: "You will be Olo'eyktan you need to chose a mate" to which you both shot eachother a look trying not to laugh but both of you blushing and keeping in giggles. Everyones eyes from the family were on him and you right now.

"Actually father, I already chose a mate-" You cut him off.

"What nonsense you were completely dense it was me who chose you" You said and Neteyam nodded confirming what you said because it was true. Lo'ak and Kiri passed you two disgusted looks 'We know what you two did' and you two just blushed while Jake and Neytiri congratulated you both.

WELL YEAH I'm sorry if the ending is bad but Tumblr decided to be a bitch and deleted half of SUCH YUMMY THINGS I WROTE 😭☹️☹️ So I kinda lost motivation to even write it again I swear I was on the verge of tears IT PUSHED ME OFF THE EDGE SO HARD I SWEAR.. 😭😭 But yeah I hope you enjoyed at least and reposts, likes and constructive criticism is appreciated 🫶🫶

[baylardo]

THIS POST IS SO LONG LMAO

idk what all ive written and not written publicly pertaining to my ideas on these cringe naenae lil thangs outside of me n tardi dm’s bc im embarrassed and its still rough and vague hahaha im still exploring things but ive thought a lot about certain aspects and not others. toxic worldbuilding lmao.

i think the idea has become that philippa is a bit into her captaincy,,,, not fresh into it. her ex-captain sh’Eraz (moid) has been apprehended or killed (idk lol) and shes in command of the Legacy,,,

theres a few ideas im still sitting on like as its been discussed like, the two kids are barely a year apart in age. which means that like her and jj had a one night stand or something and she got knocked up from it but theyre still like not in a relationship,,,,,,, i hesitate bc i kinda like the idea of the alien adopted boy having a few years (or closer to 10 years lol) on their biological daughter so idk. and it all seems REALLY indulgent to keep it all that close. but also,,,,, 😳 im just struggling to keep it dissimilar to my stuff with kathryn and chakotay and this was like, a way that presented itself haha.

and i still don’t know when JJ would re-enlist in starfleet!!! nothing compelling comes to me 😩😩😩😩 *nothing that doesnt seem super simpy like when philippa becomes a captain for example and she conveniently needs a chief engineer. ive thought that like, maybe his mother who’s been abhorrently against starfleet since joe’s death eventually insists he go because he so obviously loves and wants to follow philippa or something and it reminds her of joe I DONT KNOOOOOOW. ive also thought that maybe he joins peppa’s ship she captains LATER, initially as a civilian and very much like philippa’s Side Piece who coparents kids and rejoins later??? idk haha. i dont really like that option either fhfjdkks

anywayyyyy current idea is she finds out shes whoopsy pregnant just before leaving earth to go on an away mission, doesnt say anything to anyone even jace just leaves lol,,,, Legacy comes across this planet-size spaceship inhabited by these batlike aliens, the ship is their planet that theyve made capable of traversing space and survives on orbiting stars for periods of time, ao theyre very used to darkness but also theyre like obsessed with light sources lol. its like super advanced solar powered technology. i figure the planet has either one or a few like, densely populated areas where theres these big beacons of light protruding out of the centers of the cities, and then vast parts of the planet that are completely covered in darkness. the aliens probably have some explanation surrounding it like lack of resources or something. refer to the valleys of darkness on the planet-ship as like "outskirts" or w/e.

philippas down there doing first contact things (insert weird atmosphere inside the giant planet-ship granting philippa a unique access to it in comparison to her peers), the bat aliens are nice and accommodating to starfleet,,,,, i figure they have some mysterious visual to them of like, bearing little carnivorous fangs, but being vegetarian. stuff of that nature. philippa's a little bit sus about it but says nothing past like, maybe asking why they dont eat meat and them answering that theyve evolved past the need to consume meat and it's something that they dont look fondly on from their ancestry.

while shes there idk in some sketchy alleyway or being given a tour of a science facility, maybe philippa has stepped away from a tour to do some snooping of her own, she's a little bit problematic and too suspicious for her own good.

a runaway/criminal/fleeing/dying bat lady gives her this weird either egg/pod (she may not know its an egg at first lol) and she gets frantically told some conspiracy type stuff about their civilization being built on graves or lies or something edgy and that she cant let them have this pod/egg, its their last hope of setting things right. the bat lady looks oddly different to the other bat aliens philippa has seen; dont know visually how to contrast it yet but shes more sickly, less clean and less light-colored, more gray and fitting for a nocturnal species who rarely sees light, ravaged, less prim and proper, probably larger and more apparent fangs, etc. but she either runs off or gets captured or killed.

philippa's left more than a little confused about things but i figure she has an intuitive sense of wrongness and hasn't been vibing something she couldnt quite put her finger on regarding these aliens for a while and that kinda confirms a hunch for her. ummm proceeding to them trying to take the egg/pod away from philippa and shes like "ummmm lol no" so she ends up getting chased and her fleeing the city she's in without backup, they cut off access to her ship and comms so shes like Super Alone fending for herself out in the pitch black. POTENTIALLY she has access to starlight, id imagine the big planet-ship is a closed off dome as it travels but it opens up slits or something along its circumference to take in light from surrounding stars. so she can see but shes not emitting a beacon/torch of her own as not to give herself away.

as shes out there and hiding and trying to figure out what to do, how to contact her ship, figure out what's actually going on here, etc., the egg/pod ends up hatching and being like a weird little alien moth baby that is dissimilar to the bat aliens currently residing on this planet. ((((((my initial CRINGE thought is that like, these eggs/pods respond to like, idk MATERNITY so its been dormant for potentially years, and philippas like, secretly pregnant and it bonds/imprints on her as its mother or w/e. if i dont end up going that indulgent route you can just say that it liked the cut of her gib or something lmao. soul-related,,, ummmm good heart,,,,, etc.))))))

i figure they spend a few days together hiding. i think she'd talk to it to keep herself sane lol. maybe kinda confide a few fears she has regarding motherhood, struggles with her mother lol,,,, talk about delivering her sister's baby maybe,,,, other things too like shes just talking to this baby lmao. was talking to jellybeans about the name Moss for him haha, i think itd be cute if she just literally names him after moss. very uncreative placeholder type name that sticks. anyway baby eventually starts crying, shes worried shes gonna get caught with it, she does lmao, but by some bat aliens living in the outskirts of the planet-ship. these bats are all more visually similar to the frantic one that'd given her the egg. they discover what she has (moth baby lol) and they take her to their hideout/camp where they explain their race's history and that of the lil alien she's now charged with reluctantly taking care of. which iiiis...

the planet-ship was originally that of the moth aliens, a long time ago they took in the bat aliens that were as in need of light for some reason as much as if not more than they were, they cohabitated for a bit but eventually the bats start like overpopulating or something. ITS STILL ROUGH IN MY HEAD. i figure the moth aliens are super smart, but have a moral code that the scrungly bat aliens dont end up vibing all too much. somehow somewhy the bats end up starting to use the moth's DNA/blood, (maybe via infusion?) blending it with their own through unnatural means, in order to like, artificially augment or evolve themselves, get smarter, thus why theyve physically changed so much in appearance is because theyre like, idk living off of their blood or something to maintain their states of mind.

they also tell her that the lil baby is the last of his kind and he'd likely be safer somewhere away from this place where they cant use him anymore. (maybe the eggs are effectively preserved/ageless and supply the bats with longer lasting access to blood idk) they dont know or understand how philippa got it to hatch (maybe she does know but shes not gonna tell them. shes still repressing/ignoring the elephant in the room (pregnant) lmao). but his existence is kinda a big deal bc it proves what theyre saying and the other bats would likely not want that info coming to light or preventing them from joining starfleet or w/e. maybe their planet-ship is becoming less and less sustainable and theyre like Girl Help Lol.

philippa asks the outskirt bats for their help in getting in contact with her ship and off of the planet and they do. im sure its bumpy haha but i havent thought about this part much it just eventually happens and she makes it back to her ship, she confides in her CMO that she's pregnant (maybe) and he knows her well enough to be like "i know," bc she like, didnt get her medical examination out of the way right at the start of their departure or something and kept putting it off so ppl wouldnt know lol. ANYWAY, lil baby is given special treatment to start adapting his lungs to a new atmosphere which is long and arduous and philippa stays by his side through a lot of it. its not like she cares or is worried or anything!!!!!!!!!!!!

eventually gets back to earth, still hasnt really told anyone her news or the fact that shes kinda adoptively taking care of this baby now. i think we'd talk about her showing up to tell Jace and her initially perceiving philippa with a baby and being like 'omg' and then reading peppa's very loud thoughts and being like 'OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' haha. EVEN MORE VAGUE IDEAS WITH JJ LOLLLLLLL, has to do with my big question mark surrounding his starfleet career and everything, but theyre both like "omg we arent even dating lol hi" about it.

*falls asleep*

[polyamorousmood]

Imma just vent a bit if you dont mind but also hearing your thoughts would be nice. So basically, theres this couple that i met a few months ago, and to put it bluntly, im very into them. I've only really been starting to get closer to them in the last few weeks and have been hanging out with them a lot lately. I have lots in common with them and I think they are both very attractive and I would like to date them.

But I dont know if they would be open to polyam. They have been together for a very long time, like theyve practically grown up together and they are very close. The last thing i would want to do in intrude on that or try to get between them or anything like that. So ive been thinking that I won't say anything about my feelings. I wouldn't want it to ruin a friendship I just started with them. If they ever approach me about, ofc i know what I'll say. But I think the smartest thing would be to enjoy the friendship i have with them and only change our relationship to a romantic one if they are the ones who ask me.

but mann is it rough out here lmao

I gotta break your heart here a little bit, sorry 💔knowing nothing else about them, they aren't likely to want to do a poly thing. Its just facts that its a pretty rare set-up. Maybe certain things about them make you think they're more likely than most. But even if we say people with X characteristic are several times more likely to be poly/open to poly, the odds still aren't in your favor. Which um. Been there, fucking sucks to be there. Hope I never go back, please do not bring me any souvenirs. 🔮(<pretend this is a snowglobe)

Having said that. Perspective like that is pretty much always going to be an outsider's perspective. While you're in it, things look pretty good. They both like you! They're both so cool, they could be poly! And if they are, isn't being their 🦄unicorn, like, every poly couple's dream? You would be doing them a favor! And anyway, isn't it at least worth a shot with how much you like them? I get it. So assuming that's where you're at, how do make moves without professing your undying love (risky! could ruin everything!!)

In my opinion? First step is talking about your own polyamorous tendencies and seeing if they're cool with it. How you do this is going to depend on how your personality and how you normally interact with these people. Maybe you can complain about the dating scene and how what you really want is poly, but that's hard to find. Maybe you talk about previous poly relationships. Maybe you formally Come Out™️. Whatever you feel is appropriate, idk your life.

If you've already done this recently, and they were polite but nothing more than polite: the dream is probably dead.

If you've done this recently, and they acted any level of uncomfortable: the dream is definitively dead.

If you did this recently and they acted excited or interested: start flirting for real immediately.

If you did this but its been awhile: bring it up again, start some plausibly deniable flirting, and/or drop hints that you'd like to date a couple and watch reactions closely.

Good luck out there🍀, and let us know if anything actually comes of it! I really wish you the best

[ejzah]

The Other Shoe, Part 14

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One second, Deeks was counting down from 20, and the next he woke up in a recovery room with two nurses hovering over him. They asked him the typical orientation questions, informing him that the surgery went well.

“Marty, why don’t you let me get you some ice and see how you do with that?” One of the nurses offered, unhooking him from one of the many IVs connected to him.

“No, I want to see my wife,” he insisted, wincing against the rough sensation in his throat.

“And I thought she was the stubborn one,” the other nurse muttered. “As soon as I’m done here, I’ll send someone to get her,” she promised.

“I appreciate it, Lupita.”

He closed his eyes again, drifting in and out while the nurses finished up and wheeled him back to his room. Kensi was waiting for him, and jumped immediately to help situate him into a semi-upright position.

Deeks felt vaguely nauseous and completely exhausted by the time they were finished.

“Hey baby,” Kensi said, hovering with a worried expression.

“Hey, you’re the cutest nurse I’ve ever seen,” Deeks told her with a weak smile.

“We’ll leave you two lovebirds alone,” Lupita commented dryly. “He can have some ice chips but nothing and else and only when he’s upright.”

“Of course.” Kensi nodded seriously, fingers folded together tightly. Once both nurses were gone, she caressed his cheek. “You made it.”

“I did.”

“How do you feel?” she asked. She brushed his hair back from his face, the gesture soothing.

“Well, on a level of previous injuries, I’d put it somewhere between two gunshot wounds to the abdomen and unplanned dental surgery,” he replied. Even through the remnant of anesthesia and pain medication, it felt like he’d been split open and his insides rearranged. Which he supposed was pretty accurate.

“Babe.” Kensi closed her eyes, and shook her head, shoulders vibrating slightly despite her protests. When she opened her eyes again, she smiled down at him, relief in her eyes. “I’m glad you can make dark jokes about it.” Her hand settled on the back of his neck. “Your surgical team said the surgery went almost perfectly and the outcome looks really good. They’ll come down a little bit later to explain everything.”

“Sounds good.“ Maybe it was the lingering medication—likely—but after so many months of worrying and planning, he found he didn’t care to know. It seemed like he’d gotten over the biggest hurdle, and all he wanted to do was not think about the next step. “Do you wanna cuddle?”

“I love you,” Kensi said around a tearful laugh. She kissed him, careful not to bump his nasal cannula. When she pulled back, she rubbed her thumb across his bottom lip.

“Love you too. Thanks for staying and worrying about me,” he told her.

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

“So about that cuddle?”

Kensi laughed again, though this time it sounded more cheerful.

“Yes, I will cuddle with you. First I want to go check in on Sam,” Kensi told him.

“That’s a good idea. Tell him thanks for me. You know, until I’m able to do it myself.” He owed Sam a hell of a lot more than his thanks.

“I will.” Leaning over him, Kensi kissed him one more time. “I love you so much.”

***

Apparently Sam had lifted his previous visitor ban, because there wasn’t any sign on his door and when she knocked, he called for her to come in.

“Oh, it’s you,” he greeted her from his bed with a slightly loopy smile. “Thought it was G coming with something stupid.”

“No, just me. I wanted to check on you. Deeks is doing well,” Kensi said, gesturing over her shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s what my nurse said.” Sam nodded. “Good.”

“How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?” she asked.

“I feel about one kidney lighter,” he replied, his chuckle letting Kensi know that he was just as high as Deeks. “I hope Deeks enjoys it. That organ’s got prime Hanna DNA in it.”

“I know he does,” Kensi assured him. “That’s actually part of why I stopped by. We wanted to say thank you again.”

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Well, since I only have one left, probably not again, but you get what I mean.”

“I do.” She nodded several times, feeling the sudden onslaught of tears.

“Hey, come here,” Sam said, gesturing until Kensi came close enough he could wrap an arm around her.

“Oh Sam, your incision. Be careful.”

“I’m fine.” He squeezed her tightly, only wincing a little when he released her. “Now, go be with your man.” Kensi squeezed his hand before heading for the door. “And tell him I’ll kick his ass if he even thinks of getting out that bed before his doctor says he can,” he called after her.

***

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this lighter chapter, including loops and silly Sam.

[bellewintersroe]

heyy!! first of all I wanted to THANK YOU for your works that include alton more bc there's literally no fictional material about him so God bless you so so much 🥹🥹 in this regard, I wanted to ask if it was possible to have some altonxf!reader (soldier, nurse, anything really) headcanons during the ending/post war? maybe they met somewhere in eindhoven and since then they started developing a romantic relationship? thank you in advance <3 <3 <3

Ahhh no thank you for reading, I appreciate it sm!!! I loveee Alton so ofc I’d love to do your request :) sorry this is only short- I do feel like this could be better but I do have some Alton smut in my drafts that’s gonna be published soon!

Alton More x Nurse! Reader.

- eeeek so you’re a red cross nurse working wherever they station you/ need you around Europe. Let’s say you’re from Britain. Technically you’re in the Army Nurse Corps.

- so you just happen to be in Eindhoven the same time the 101st airborne division are landing- and ofc you’re all so excited because you’ve never actually seen paratroopers jumping in before.

- there’s literally 0 casualties so you and the other nurses enjoy in festivities.

- Alton is enjoying himself and the celebration, feeling like a million bucks until he accidentally bumps into another body quite harshly.

- “oh! I’m so sorry, miss-” then you turn around and he looses his voice. “Ah, nurse I mean- ma’m. I’m really sorry. I didn’t see you there.” From the second you giggled up to him Alton is swearing to all the boys it’s love at first sight.

- you’re attached at the hip whilst trying to get through the street, he’s asking you question after question, trying to get to know you as quick as possible. I think you’d grow rather frustrated and drag him actually inside a building where there was seats and drinks being served.

- “you’re the prettiest face Ive ever seen…” he would admit, practically in aw as you sat beside one another in a booth.

- immediately it would be like you’ve known one another for years.

- Alton would deffo get a kiss in there, he’d hold either side of your face and kiss you with such determination.

- the two of you are practically being dragged apart by your senior officers, shouting one another’s details to each other so you can write.

- At first you were weary he wouldn’t write or didn’t hear you correctly, truthfully neither of you can get the other out of their head. But when a letter comes through a couple weeks later from him you’re in awe.

- fast forwards a couple months you’ve been writing back and fourth, and when you get sent to Bastogne, news spreads around the company fast.

- Alton is like; “woah, woah, what’d you say?” Before finding the time to go search for you throughout the chaotic town. Every nurse he see’s he feels his hearts in his chest, finally, he puts a hand on your shoulder and spins you around.

- you’re reunited once again. Let’s just say things move fast from here.

- anyway towards the end of the war you’re stationed nearby and it becomes a frequent thing that Alton comes and visits you. He’s turned the charm all the way up and practically seduces you to the point you’re dizzy.

- with no intermediate threat, things between you guys are a lot easier and after the first time he practically swoons you to bed, he’s asking if you’ve ever thought about moving to America.

- yeah you do that.

- life is super fun with Alton, I feel like he’d have these super muscular arms and he’d just throw you around constantly. Sometimes he get a bit carried away when you’re play fighting and ends up having to kiss you better if he’s got a little rough.

- it’s all happy families, he pops the question and marries you not long later- but that’s when the nightmares start.

- you see Alton has reoccurring dreams about a pair of baby boots he saw when he was looting dead German soldiers. Sometimes all he needs is a cuddle and a kiss to lure him back to bed, other times this man really needs to talk about it.

- late nights chatting when it’s just the two of you.

- I think maybe this image makes Alton somewhat fearful of beginning a father so for a little while it’s just the two of you building a home.

- deffo builds literally everything in the house, I feel like he’d be a handyman and constantly wanting to fix something.

- one day he’s building some shelves and surprise surprise you find hitlers personal photo album just sat on there n you’re like ‘Alton tf is this?’

- ‘What?….. I found it…..’ hm okay…

- I feel like he’d gift you ALL the time, and nooo he wouldnt loot (during the war expect him to loot everything that’s anything for you’ but I’m talking flowers, magazines, if some woman on the street is selling makeup products he buys you random ass shit.

- loves seeing his girl smile and forever labels you as ‘his girl’, literally how he introduces you to his parents like ummmmm.

- now throughout the war Alton obviously couldn’t go horse riding, so he picks this habit back up a couple years after the war is over and you’re settled.

- let’s say you’re scared of horses he does find it a little funny at first and he triesssss so hard to be sympathetic but it is a little funny…

- one day you’re sick, feeling super unwell, and since the war Alton deffo does worry about you a little more than most people would. He’s just so fearful of loosing you after seeing you exposed to the environments of the war.

- takes care of you, can barely work without thinking about you, will have his mom or sisters check up on you, when he’s home he’d be brushing your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead and doing anything you want.

- it’s all worth it tho because you’re sick because you’re preggo.

- he’s in shock at first, no doubt he’s happy, but he’s a little fearful and nervous, but super super excited.

- he’s a dilf fr and now he always refers to you as a milf lmfao.

- legit spoils you all, would sacrifice a limb for you and your children.

[yakuzacanons]

ya dont have to answer this one cause it might be a bit silly goin to headcanons blog for this but idk ireally like ur blog ur posts always cheer me up. ive had a rough day and idk i thought it might be nice to hear how ya think these characters would try and comfort and/or cheer up their partner, yknow, make em feel better?

This is actually a great double feature to my last post which was specifically about comforting their partner on their period. That one was kind of more focused on their partner feeling physically unwell so this one will be more catered to their partner feeling emotionally unwell, if that makes sense and if that's okay.

Also, I'm sorry to hear you had a rough day and I genuinely hope you feel better. I don't think it's silly at all to ask for these kinds of things, we all have to do what we gotta do and happiness comes in all kinds of forms, so if this is one of those forms, I'm happy to be of service. I'm also sorry this post took a bit to get too as I've been rather busy but I didn't forget you dear anon! Thanks for your ask, headcanons beneath the cut as always.

I'll get to the rest of the asks in my inbox tomorrow, so good night my sweet sweet friends! Thanks as always for your kind words and asks, I really love writing these and sharing these with you. Goog nitey.

Kazuma Kiryu

He understands all too well what it's like to feel down and out. Having said that, Kiryu won't try to cheer you up right away or distract you as he believes getting to the bottom of what's bothering you is more important. Regardless of it's a rough day at work or if someone made a rude remark at you, he wants to hear you out. He is THE best listener, he never interrupts.

His very first action always is to give you a long, warm hug. How often Kiryu wishes he could've been held during his darkest and toughest moments, so now he pays that forward to others who need it. If you cry, he'll tell you it's okay and to let it all out.

Now that you've gotten that all out, it's time for him to cheer you up. Nothing makes Kiryu feel better more than a hearty meal so he'll offer to get food at your favorite place, his treat. If you'd rather stay home, then he'll do his best to cook something up for you. Maybe Haruka and the other kids at Morning Glory will get in on it and clamber to help him out in the kitchen, which you can't help but smile at. You're truly surrounded by loving and caring people.

Majima Goro

Now, if the issue was caused by someone else, his first reaction will be to go give them a nice talking to a.k.a. kicking them really hard. If you're down with that, he will actually go do it but if you're not, he'll grumble and say "Fiiine... only 'cuz you said not to."

Eventually, his thoughts will turn to finding ways to make you smile. Majima is a bit more of a "forget your troubles" guy, sometimes more than he'd like to admit. If there's nothing particular that you want, then he'll just start trying things until you crack a smile at his earnest attempts, to which he'll say "Ah, there's that adorable smile!" before giving you a hug and a kiss.

If you cry, Majima will actually become quite serious. More than anyone, he's felt so many times in his life like he was on the verge of tears but he's always held them back. He'll drop everything to comfort you through the tears, quietly reminding you to take deep breaths and just holding you until it's over.

Akiyama Shun

He believes rest is the ultimate medicine, especially when you're feeling bad. Nothing works wonders more than a warm shower and a nice, long sleep. Granted, he is the king of being exhausted so maybe he's projecting just a little bit here.

As goofy as Akiyama can be, he's pretty good at hearing you out. However, he might be somewhat oblivious and slow to notice you're not feeling your best. Once he realizes it, he'll apologize for not noticing sooner and ask what he can do to help.

If some alone time is what you need, he's absolutely not offended. Akiyama knows when to back off and won't pester you and ask if you're sure you want to be alone. He trusts your intuition on that and won't put his ego before your feelings. After all, to him, that is the very meaning of loving someone else.

Saejima Taiga

Out of all the boys, he's going to feel the worst when he sees you're feeling down. Some part of him just feels bad that he wasn't able to prevent whatever it was that hurt or upset you. Saejima has major protective vibes and he'll always wonder if he could be doing more.

In the end, making sure you're okay is more important to him. Saejima is pretty mature and he'll be able to push through those weird self doubting feelings in his own time. He'll gently hold you but won't pressure you to tell him what happened. If you want to, he'll listen intently although he may not always know what to say in response, especially if you want advice, as he doesn't think his life experiences necessarily line up with most people.

Definitely the type of guy to say things like "I'm here for you, okay?" and really mean it. If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, Saejima is your guy. After all, he has giant shoulders.

Tanimura Masayoshi

His life experiences have made him very empathetic and he will be able to really connect with you if you talk about your problems verbally. Where he struggles is if you don't talk about it because he doesn't want to force it but also doesn't really know what to do unless he has some direction to go in.

If you don't want to talk about it, he'll just sit next to you in silence. He doesn't want to just fill the space with his words, so instead he'll just lean his head against yours, taking deep breaths with you. Tanimura will stay for as long as you need, just so you know that you're not alone in this.

He's down to get some food at Homeland once you feel ready to get back up and out there. Tanimura is very food oriented and nothing makes him feel better than a nice meal, especially since Zhao and Mei Hua are always so welcoming and kind. He has a very infectious smile and he notices that you light up a bit when he smiles, so he'll try to do something fun with you like eat food or maybe play a video game at his place. By the end of the night, you'll both be grinning ear to ear.

Ryuji Goda

Secretly, he's also a "Show me who upset you and I'll give them a real nice talking to" type of guy but he's better at keeping that under wraps than Majima is. Of course, if it's not a particular person bothering you, that's where he stumbles a bit. He's never been great at just talking about things, like giving advice.

He'll refute any thoughts of self doubt you have. Did someone make fun of your hair? "They were probably bald 'n ugly themselves anyways, the hell would they know?". Do you feel self conscious about your weight? "I'll have you know that yer damn perfect as ya are." Ryuji loves you for you, for better and for worse, so what he lacks in advice or long talk sessions he makes up for with pep talks.

He's the type of man to kiss your forehead and ruffle your hair while holding a box of tissues while you cry. Ryuji rarely if ever felt safe crying in front of others before and honestly wishes he had spaces like that when he was younger, so he takes care to make sure that you feel completely safe in letting those feelings out if you need to.

Nishikiyama Akira

King of self care. Self care is the solution to everything. Nothing makes it all better like looking AND feeling good. It might sound shallow but Nishiki tries to make it fun in some ways, like getting face masks with silly colors or faces printed on them.

Out of all of the boys, he's best at gossip. If you're someone who wants to go on a long rant about all the stuff bugging you, he's all ears. If someone in particular is bugging you, he'll interject with "Oh, she did NOT" or "They did WHAT?" every so often.

He won't ever get violent. He might feel frustrated that he can't really do more than just hear you out or distract you with something silly but that won't stop him from trying at least. If you have suggestions or things you want, he's all ears though.

Daigo Dojima

The gentlest boy there ever was. He's the most perceptive of all the boys, able to immediately spot if his partner is feeling off that day. He'll always ask you about it in private, making sure to never embarrass you, softly asking "Honey, are you alright?"

If you're at a work related function and it's obvious that you're overwhelmed, Daigo will excuse you both from the event early and bring you home so you can have a safe place to decompress. When he's at work and if he knows you've been having a bad day, he'll call from his office and say "Hey honey, I just wanted to see how you were feeling". He makes himself as available as possible, always looking out for your welfare.

Daigo is really in tune with your needs and quite attentive to the things that make you happy, the things that bother you, and the like. When you're having a bad day, you'll hardly have to ask for a thing. If you're a stay at home and lay in bed all day person, he'll bring your favorite drink in and sit on the bedside while listening to you talk. If you'd rather go out, just say the word and he'll be out front with his private car ready to go wherever you want as soon as he can slip away from work.

Mine Yoshitaka

He often feels helpless in situations like this. If it were up to him, every day would be the best day possible for you. He doesn't necessarily feel like a failure but he definitely feels your pain and sadness, wishing he could just magically make it all go away.

His best skill is reassuring you. If you ask if you're actually good at something, the answer is yes. If you feel like you're failing at something new, he'll say something like "The important thing is that you're trying, and I admire that about you". He's very steady in supporting you with things like chasing your dreams, no matter how hard the road may be.

He's probably the most practical when it comes to interpersonal issues, likely a direct result of his type of work. He's good at helping you iron out tough situations, like an awkward conversation with a friend. His deep understanding of you combined with his solid reasoning skills allows him to give you a pretty good outside perspective on those kinds of situations, provided you want him to of course. Mine wouldn't offer you advice without asking if you wanted it first. Also the type of guy to wipe away your tears for you.

[bitchywaifuwu]

Could u do a Do Shik request? Please

Where he and y/n used to date but then y/n broke up with him because he was being to clingy/possessive. So as a result of then breaking up he kidnaps her and keeps her in his basement. Few months later when y/n escapes and has do shik chasing her down she gets hit in the head with something hard and gets knocked out. When she wakes up in the hospital not knowing or being unable to recall what’s happened for the past 5 years or so the doctors diagnosed her with amnesia. Do shik takes advantage of that and tells y/n that they are lovers and have been dating for 5 years successfully tricking y/n and taking her back home like nothing ever happened.

im so sorry this has taken me so long to post, ive had to take a bit of a break for my mental and physical health and i stayed away from writing for way longer than i thought i would. i will try to put loads out now to make up for it though

do-shik x fem!reader

warnings : manipulation, kidnapping, forced starving, short coma, memory loss, abusive relationship, assault?

the grip on your wrist was strong - tight - and do-shik clearly wasn’t planning on letting go of you any time soon.

“you can’t leave me! i won’t let you!”

over the few years you had been dating do-shik, he had slowly become more and more possessive. it was hardly noticeable at first and whenever he told you that he “just wants to spend more time you, after all you’re always so busy with all the work your boss dumps on you,” you would brush it off and take his word for it. however, him calling your workplace and quitting your job for you with no discussion about it beforehand was too far. him not letting you answer your phone anymore was too far. and him not letting you see your friends or family was way too far.

you were finally fed up and you couldn’t just ignore all of the red flags that had slowly been popping up everywhere. you needed to get the fuck out of that house, and more than anything, you needed to get the fuck away from your boyfriend.

little did you know that decision would be the worst you would ever make.

three months. three months since he broke into the tiny house you and your mum were staying in and stole you away in the middle of the night. three months of worrying about her - not knowing what had happened to her and if do-shik hurt her. three. fucking. months of being borderline starved to death until you have to grovel at your captor’s feet, begging him to bring you even the smallest crumb.

even though he was almost a complete stranger to you again, you were easily able to identify that the expression stretching across his face each time was one of glee.

it took a lot of work but over the time you were hidden away within the depths of his home, you had gained his trust. not much, but enough for him to let you have free reign over your room and wander freely while he was away. you waited for him to leave late at night, most likely to find his next victim, and began planning your escape.

you had memorised the layout of the room, what was in it and where everything was so that when the time came for you to leave, he wouldn't be able to find you. most of your plan had been perfected; you would find the makeshift key you had made out of hairpins and scrap pieces of metal, pick the lock, and leave about ten minutes after hearing the car out front pulling out of the driveway.

you weren't sure where you would go but you did know that you would run as far away as you could. maybe even change everything about you. just so that you could be free again.

fresh air had never tasted so good, never smelt so different from the humid, musky air you got down in the basement. you finally felt free.

instinct kicked in and you ran. you ran as fast as you could through the winding roads and alleyways. priority number one was find a crowded area - somewhere you could get help and finally have do-shik locked away forever. the rough roads hurt and your bare feet were burning from the open scrapes on the soles.

the city was close. you could smell it, hear it, taste it on your lips. the sound of people shopping late at night, the scent of food from stalls on the street. you were so close. it was just a bit beyond the corner - only a little longer.

and then everything faded, a sudden sharp pain in the back of your head spreading across your whole body and as you lost consciousness you heard somebody shout for help.

when you came to it was bright. too bright. you could feel needles stabbing your brain over and over millions ever second. someone was holding your hand in a soft, clammy grip. you didn’t recognise him but by god was he beautiful.

“y/n? fuck i thought i lost you. why did you have to worry me like that?”

tears fell from his eyes onto the hand he still hadn’t let go of. his shoulders shook as he sobbed and you felt bad for not knowing who this man was. why didn’t you know who he was when he seemed to care about you so much that he would worry about you?

“who... are you?”

your voice was quiet and scratchy. how long had it been since you had used it? you couldn’t tell but your hair looked longer than you liked. the man’s eyes glistened with more tears and he looked hurt.

“you don’t remember me? i’m your fiance. we were going to get married 4 months ago - you went into a coma not long before the wedding. do you really not remember me?"

a simple shake of your head told him all he needed to know and he looked dejected, like he had lost all hope.

"but i'm willing to try and remember you. i'm sure you were important to me before."

his former expressiom morphed into a grin. it was a good thing you mistook the twisting feeling in your gut as a side effect of the medicine.