#it sucks that i found out how much i fucking love this stuff too late

[from-beyond]

btw i had my advising appointment and she said if i wanted to double major with video production i would have to take an extra semester and that’s not an option for me :( so much for that dream </3

[witchywithwhiskey]

Hi Molly<3

How about captain Syverson and

“be still” - “i can’t” - “yes you can, do you want to find out what will happen if you don’t?”

morning cuddling with the love of your life

pairing: boyfriend!captain syverson x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, morning sex, fingering (f receiving), finger sucking, breeding kink, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, little bit of mommy kink, pet names (bunny), morning cuddles, established relationship taken to the next couple levels 👀

word count: 1,800ish

a/n: ahhh thank you so much for sending in this prompt—and for requesting my second favorite captain!! this one is just pure smut with a very fluffy ending, i hope y'all enjoy!! ♡♡

The sunny spring morning began, as all your mornings had since you’d started dating Captain Syverson, with some sleepy cuddling. You’d only been dating a few months, and he hadn’t moved in yet, but Sy always seemed to end up in your bed—even the nights he worked late—and you enjoyed him being there. You loved falling asleep in his arms and waking up to his warm comfort too much to say anything about it.

That morning, the sun was shining through your bedroom windows and casting a yellow glow over everything. But it was chilly beyond your blankets, the spring day not having yet been warmed by the sun, and you were happy to stay in bed. You were still half-asleep when your fingers started searching for Sy’s broad, warm body, pulling yourself closer once you found him, humming happily when he wrapped his thick, beefy arms around you. 

You sighed contentedly with your face buried in his chest, your body settling into his comforting embrace as you breathed in the woodsy, familiar scent of his skin. The hair dusting across his burly chest tickled your cheeks pleasantly and you shifted closer, hitching your bare thigh over his hip. Because you wore only one of Sy’s t-shirts, your uncovered core pressed to the soft cotton of Sy’s boxers, and you felt his bulge twitch against your warmth.

A little shiver raced down your spine, but you were still too sleepy to do anything about the length hardening between your thighs. Besides, Sy didn’t seem inclined to take things further yet either, as he rumbled a deep snore.

The both of you dozed for a little while, until a deep, reverberating groan in Sy’s chest roused you again. It was only then that you discovered your hips were rocking gently against your boyfriend’s cock, stirring up a heat that crashed through your body as soon as you became aware. A soft gasp left your lips, and Sy groaned louder, knowing you were awake.

“Ya gotta stop, or ‘m not gonna be able to let ya sleep anymore, bunny,” Sy rumbled, his voice far too warm with sleepy pleasure to sound the least bit warning. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his beard tickling your skin, and you smiled into his chest, enjoying the heat curling deliciously through your body.

Stretching up, you reached blindly for Sy’s mouth, your eyes still closed and, after some fumbling, managed to kiss your boyfriend good morning. His arms squeezed you tightly as you kissed lazily, knowing you had all the time in the world to spend the morning in bed together.

“Maybe I’m done sleeping, daddy,” you murmured against his mouth when you broke the kiss. You rolled your body more purposefully, grinding your naked pussy against the bulge in Sy’s boxers and delighted in his grunt of pleasure. “Maybe I wanna feel you stuff that big cock of yours deep in my needy pussy.” 

Sy rumbled a chastising sound. “Christ, the mouth ya got on ya, bunny,” he muttered. Still, he slid his big hand down between your bodies, cupping your pussy possessively and thrusting two fingers inside to test your readiness. You were wet and slick for him, and he dragged a moan from your lips while he fucked you. His tone managed some menace as he growled, “Maybe I should shove my cock into that filthy mouth of yours and show you what dirty girls get for rilin’ up their daddies.” 

“Nooo, please,” you begged, pouting up at him and fluttering your lashes in the way that had Sy’s cock twitching against your thigh, his precum leaking onto your soft skin. “I’m already so wet for you, daddy, would you really deny me when my tight little hole is dripping and begging for you?” 

With a tortured groan, Sy rolled you onto your back, his hips settling between your thighs and pushing you open wide with his broad body. Pulling his fingers from your pussy, he slipped them into your mouth, and you eagerly sucked your own arousal from his skin. 

“Good girl,” he rumbled, the hint of a smile curving his mouth. 

While you were busy cleaning his fingers, Sy shoved his boxers down and lined up his cock with your entrance. He smacked your messy folds with the heavy head of his cock, watching as your eyes went heavy lidded and you moaned around his fingers. He removed them from your mouth and grinned when you let out a desperate whine. 

“Daddy, please,” you begged on a gasp, writhing beneath your boyfriend’s broad form.

Thankfully, Sy wasn’t interested in any more teasing and he pushed into your needy, aching hole. Your back arched up off the bed and you let out a sharp cry, enjoying the feeling of his thick cock stretching out your tight cunt. No matter how many times he fucked you, it always felt like Sy was pressing the air from your lungs and rearranging your insides to make room to accomodate his fat cock.

“Feel so fucking good, bunny,” Sy groaned when he was buried inside you, his balls pressing against your ass. For a long moment, he stayed there, his eyes closing like he was savoring the tight warmth of your body. “Christ, I could live in your cunt—ya feel like you were made for me.”

He was so big and hard and hot inside you that you couldn’t stop yourself from squirming, your knees climbing his sides so he could push even deeper into your cunt. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix and you moaned loudly, your inner walls gripping his hard length like your body wanted to suck him even deeper. You were practically folded in half beneath the beefy body of your boyfriend, but it wasn’t enough, you needed him to move, to fuck you—to empty his balls into you and fill you up with his seed.

“Be still.” The words were little more than an unintelligible growl from your Sy’s mouth. 

You whimpered, your hips rocking up against him, fucking yourself on his cock ever so slightly. Even if you wanted to stop, you didn’t think it was possible—not when you needed him so badly. “I can’t.” 

“Yes you can, do you want to find out what will happen if you don’t?” Sy’s hand gripped your face, his fingers digging into your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. “If you don’t stop, I’m not going to be able to hold back,” he warned, his face grim with barely leashed desire. “I’m gonna flood your unprotected pussy with my come and I’m gonna knock you up—is that what you want?”

Even if you’d wanted to lie and tell him it wasn’t at all what you wanted, your body answered Sy’s question for you, your cunt squeezing his cock even harder, like you were wordlessly begging him to put a baby in your belly. But you knew your boyfriend would never do anything if you didn’t say the words, so you forced your mind to focus through the pleasure and delirious need to get the words out. 

“I want it, daddy,” you admitted on a whimper, crying out when Sy pulled back, only to surge forward and make your whole body shake with the force of his thrust. With your confession out in the open between you, it seemed to loosen your tongue and a flood of words fell from your lips. “I want you to knock me up, I want you to put a baby in me—your baby, Sy—I want you to make me a mommy, please, daddy!” 

“Jesus christ, bunny,” Sy ground out as he pounded into you, his hips slapping against your thighs while he thrust deep into your cunt. “Ya want daddy to breed you—ya wanna be daddy’s good little breeding bunny, huh?” 

“Yes, yes yes,” you cried, gripping Sy’s broad shoulders, your cunt squeezing his cock. You were so close. “Breed me, daddy—Sy, please—please!” 

“Fuck,” he grunted, pausing to reposition his hips. Then he was grinding against your clit with every brutal thrust into your cunt and it wasn’t long before you screamed your release. Your whole body clenched tight, making Sy groan like he was in pain as your pussy gripped his cock so hard, his release quickly followed yours. 

Sy captured your lips in a messy kiss, his beard burning your cheeks and chin as hips stilled. You felt his cock twitch deep in your fluttering cunt, and the rush of his come overflowing your pussy, dripping down your ass. You shivered and moaned into Sy’s mouth, your hands clinging to his shoulders and neck while your bodies came together in the most primal way possible.

When you were finally sated and the last of his come had been wrung from his cock, Sy rolled over onto his back, taking you with him. Your bodies were still connected, the evidence of your releases making a mess of the both of you. You sighed contentedly and snuggled into Sy’s chest, a happy smile on your face.

“I s’pose I should officially move in, huh?” Sy asked, a bit of playfulness seeping into his deep, satisfied drawl. 

“You better,” you muttered, putting a little poutiness into the words, which made Sy chuckle. Pushing yourself up, you gave Sy a kiss before pulling away and shooting him a stern look. “Then you might wanna start thinking about putting a ring on my finger,” you said pointedly, arching one of your brows.

Sy grinned so wide, it made his beard twitch. Without looking away from you, he opened the bedside table drawer and pulled something out. You didn’t see what it was until you felt him slip something onto your left ring finger. With a gasp, you finally looked away to see the pretty engagement ring he’d just put on you.

“Way ahead o’ ya, bunny,” he murmured, tipping your chin to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “Assuming it’s a yes, of course.”

You snorted. “Of course, it’s a yes,” you said, a giggle of joy in your tone. Then you kissed him again—and again and again and again. 

Eventually, you settled back down on Sy’s chest, unable to keep your eyes off the ring, turning your hand this way and that so you could admire the way it sparkled so prettily in the bright morning sunshine. Already, you were picturing a spring wedding—Sy would look so handsome in a suit beneath an arch of spring flowers…

Your head spun a little with how much your life had changed on that spring morning, but you couldn’t be happier. You were going to become Mrs. Syverson and start a family with your captain—but the best part was that you’d get to start every morning cuddling with the love of your life. 

And you couldn’t wait.

[angelltheninth]

Can I request for blue eye samurai bodyguard Mizu with fem reader nsfw headcanon please?

Ah bodyguard Mizu! I love that au so much!

Pairing: Mizu x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, bodyguard au, secret relationship, fingering, hickies, biting, possessiveness, teasing, protectiveness

A/N: Oh she can guard my body alright. Any time of day or night.

Bodyguard!Mizu always covers your mouth when you have sex because as much as she loves hearing your moans she does not want to get caught. It also comes from a place of possessiveness and the selfish desire for your moans to be only for her. When she gets really rough with you, and she will, she gets a lot of amusement from seeing you biting your lip to keep quiet.

Bodyguard!Mizu is perfectly stoic when doing her job and takes everything seriously. You’re the only one who sees her more mischievous and wild side. Takes her work seriously, she won’t ever allow you to get hurt on her watch. Most of the time she’s the one who accompanies you when you leave your home.

Bodyguard!Mizu takes risks in public, not when it comes to your safety but when it comes to sexual stuff it’s a different story entirely. When your relationship begins she keeps it to secret kisses and holding hands under the table but as you progress things start to escalate to her slowly moving her fingers in and out of your pussy, so slowly that it’s agonizing and can’t get you to come. But since you’re in public she doesn’t want there to be much noise so going slow and gentle is necessary.

Bodyguard!Mizu let’s you undress her when she’s inured, as well as it being one of the few times you get to take the lead. Given how many times she’s made you come you feel confidant in doing the same to her. It took her a while to be able to be completely naked in front of you, it took even more trust for her to be able to let go fully and allow you to touch her body and make her feel good.

Bodyguard!Mizu shows off in front of your would-be suitors. She can’t be a good bodyguard if she doesn’t make sure no one with shady intentions gets their hands on you. This can sometimes makes her recklessly challenge men to a duel and while she always wins she can’t do it without a few injuries.

Bodyguard!Mizu convinced your parents to let her stay in the room right across from you to supposedly make her job easier. You can never be too safe or know when someone will get the idea to sneak into a pretty woman’s room at night. She should know because she’s done it a lot since meeting you. This also makes it easy to go back to her room or even if she is found in your room she can give the excuse of making sure you woke up early and got dressed without some sneaking around your room.

Bodyguard!Mizu knows that she should hold back when she’s biting you or leaving finger marks on your hips or thighs or neck but she can’t help herself. Because of your station you don’t often reveal much skin when you go out so it’s not like anyone’s gonna see those marks anyway. It gets even more complicated when you keep encouraging her to leave more marks, she needs to pick between her horniness and her job, or her life.

Bodyguard!Mizu invites you to her training session on the gardens. Not that she needs an audience for them, however it’s easier to keep an eye on you if you’re with her. That and… she might get more motivated if she has you cheering her on. Although the eye fucking isn’t exactly helping her focus.

Bodyguard!Mizu begins to get more bold with her teasing late at night when you’re moaning underneath her. Or more specifically when her mouth is sucking on your clit and you’re torn between not wanting her to stop and wanting to embrace her against you. Won’t stop until she has your juices dripping down her face, then you can hold her all you want.

Bodyguard!Mizu easily gets wrapped up in her duties of protecting you and glares at the men wanting to marry you. Can get pissed off really easily because of this, both at herself and at them so when you offer to help her get rid of that anger by making her come so hard she forgets about anything outside of the bedroom she can’t help but feel lucky that she took the job she did.

[ja3mln]

part one & two

cw: popular guy!jm, fwb to lovers!au, fluff, smut, oral (f), soft sex, a lot of kissing, you both are whipped for e/o:(

words: 1.2k

playlist: falling for you by jaden (ft jb)

a/n: please listen to the song while reading!!!!! i couldn't help but make this part a bit smutty too oops... i loved writing this little serie i hope you guys enjoyed it!!! i feel a bit insecure abt my writing lately so tysm for the support:(<3 enjoy!

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since that party, you didn't expect to start spending most of your time with jaemin and for him to be this sweet with you. you didn't miss any of his football matches, even going to his practices sometimes and ending up in a coffee shop, talking about how he's been improving since you became involved in his football activities. jaemin even started studying with you. sometimes, he would just be there for company or to bring you something to eat, and he would end up sitting next to you and helping you with your studies.

he couldn't get enough of you. he found himself spending most of his time thinking about you, asking himself what you could be doing right now or what he could bring you for lunch. of course, his friends know about all of this, not just his friends, but the whole school. however, for some reason, jaemin didn't really care. he cared at first, not because he was ashamed of you, but because he was worried about how mean the girls could get towards you. once he understood that you weren't the type to let those things bother you, he was relieved and started showing more affection towards you in front of others, like putting his arm around you when you're walking together or eating lunch with you at the cafeteria.

the thing is that jaemin never really asked you out, and you haven't even had a real date yet. but it doesn't really bother you because the time you spent with him felt so exclusive that you didn't really need it. of course, you were still having sex, but less than usual, not because you didn't want to, but because you were spending more time hanging out and doing stuff like going to the cinema and watching the stars at the park while talking for hours.

when you invited jaemin to watch a movie, you didn't expect to end up on your bed, jaemin's face between your tights. "fuck baby, i could do this all day", jaemin groans against your pussy, looking at you, and you giggle, grabbing his hair. he goes back to making out with your pussy and you moan louder, feeling his lips sucking on your clit harder. when you feel your orgasm coming, jaemin pulls out, and you let out a whimper, frustrated. "what the fuck, jaem?", you look at him, confused, and he laughs, pulling you for a quick kiss. "i want you to sit on my face, princess", your pussy thorbs and you obey, jaemin holding you down by your tights so he can kiss and lick your core, the wet sounds accompanying your moans. you move your hips repeatedly, feeling your orgasm coming back, and one of your hands grabs the mattress, the other tightly holding jaemin's hair. "gonna cum jaem!", he just groans against your pussy, looking at you going crazy and how you throw your head back and his hand finds a way to your boob.

you finally reach your climax, screaming jaemin's name and moving your hips uncontrollably. he licks your pussy clean before switching positions to be on top of you, "i've never taste something so good", he says against your lips, and you blush slightly, pulling him for a kiss. jaemin's tongue slides in your mouth, letting you taste your own cum. he breaks the kiss to look at you, one of his hands gently caressing your cheek, and you've never seen this much admiration in his look. "i think i'm falling for you", he whispers softly, like it was his deepest secret. you feel like your heart could explode at any time. "what?", you shyly reply when you understand that jaemin was lost in his own thoughts and maybe he was just saying random things. "i'm falling for you", you could see the honesty and tenderness in his look, and you could feel your chest burning. he doesn't even give you time to answer and spreads your legs, sliding his cock in your pussy and you let out a whimper of surprise. jaemin looks at you a bit worried, not moving, "hey... are you okay?", he asks softly, and his thumb caresses your cheek. you could feel your eyes getting watery, not because of his dick in you, but because na jaemin just confessed to you and was acting like it was the most normal thing to do. "jaemin...", you could feel his body tense up and his look getting even softer than it already was. he's looking at you with the softest eyes ever, and you don't know how to react.

you feel completely overwhelmed, by his words, by his touch, by the way he is looking at you. everything he does just drives you crazy. "you're a fucking idiot", you whimper against his lips before crashing yours against it. you both share the softest kiss you've ever had, a kiss full of honesty and tenderness. jaemin starts moving in you, slowly so you can get used to it. you put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, if it's even possible. right now, jaemin is not fucking you. he is making love to you and you can feel it in every thrust, making your heart beat fast and your cheeks on fire. you keep kissing until you're both out of breath, and jaemin looks at you again before leaving kisses all over your jaw, making his way to your neck and you moan louder while your hand grabs firmly his hair. "jaemin... more!", you say between the moans and he doesn't wait any second to go faster and deeper into you, making you completely lose your mind. you both hold each other close, jaemin groaning against the skin of your neck, and you can already feel your orgasm approaching. he noticed the way you started shaking and how your moans switched into screams, so his lips leaves your neck to look at you straight in the eyes. "let's cum together, sweetheart", you just nod and cup his face to focus on his eyes while you both moan in unison.

you both reach your climax, heavily breathing and holding tight to each other. jaemin's body relaxes, and his head falls on your chest. you both try to catch your breath and you play softly with jaemin's hair, closing your eyes to enjoy the moment. you've never seen jaemin this vulnerable during sex and you can't help but smile. "i might be falling for you too...", you say softly, hoping that he already fell asleep and didn't hear what you just said, but when he lifts his head to look at you, your cheeks heat up immediately and your smile gets bigger. "might be?", he pouts and you can't help but roll your eyes playfully. you've never seen him act so adorable, and your heart can't take it. "fine, i am falling for you.", a wide smile appears on his lips, and he pulls you for a sweet kiss. "we should make love more often.", he whispers against your lips and you just smile and nod before you share another kiss. jaemin realized that falling for you was better than he imagined.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Part 4 to the fwb series.

Takes place three weeks after the last update, Eddie is finally coming to terms with what you meant to him, he and Chrissy are over for good and Eddie is sure he will never get a chance with you again...

18+, minors shoo!! A lot of angst, pining.

🖤

It has been a long three weeks since Eddie had seen you. He had a lot of chance to reflect in those three weeks, all that kept playing in his mind is you shutting the door in his face.

He had lost you. Been so sure, so stupid and unbelievably arrogant that you'd be back that he didn't fight for you, ignored any feelings that tried to break through to the surface when you were with him.

You were right he did dangle hope, he felt like a complete asshole for how he treated you. It wasn't always like that though, most of the time you and Eddie laughed a lot.

Sometimes you'd even talk for a long time... it was a world away from what it was like with Chrissy, easy and felt good, not the on and off shit and arguments that him and Chrissy had.

What a fucking idiot he was. Dustin and Steve had went through him when they found out about the two of you, berated him for being a dick to you.

He deserved every bit of their ire. Fuck, how could he ever thought you'd take him back, when all he did was hurt you every time.

Chrissy glares at him as she removes the last of the stuff from the trailer, there's not much but she's took a long time to come and collect it. Not that he blames her for that, but they've both been stupid to think this could work between them.

It felt cathartic to finally be free of the notion of him and Chrissy, if he could really be honest they both moved on a while ago, clung on to long to something attainable.

"Are you in love with that girl or something because you're frankly quite depressing Eddie" Chrissy huffs at him and gestures to the forlorn way he's been acting.

"Yeah but I fucked it all up though so it doesn't matter anymore" he sighs as he lights a cigarette.

"Wow. Sucks to be you that you fucked around and she left you high and dry huh?" Chrissy says all sweetness laced with venom and he shakes his head. Shit why did he ever think that she was sweet?

Knowing he would be subject to more barbs and shit if he stayed, he leaves to get some peace and to just be alone for a while.

...

You're here. Eddie didn't expect to see you anytime soon, thought you'd avoid him like the plague or something. The Hideout is packed and there's a great band playing but all Eddie can notice is you.

You look beautiful, a smile on your face as you chat to the guy beside you. Eddie wonders if this is the guy you went on a date with? Were you dating still? His heart clenches in his chest, like it's in a vice grip.

When you catch his eye he swiftly looks away and clumsily downs his beer. Feels his heart race when you keep looking at him.

Sink or swim Munson, you can run away or you can at least make things right and apologise. He chooses the latter and walks up to you, he's all jumbled thoughts and he's nervous as shit but he has to do this.

"Hey, I won't take up much or your time princess but I just want you to know that I know I'm a fucking idiot, I should have let you in instead of keeping you at arms length and I... I miss you sweetheart" you stare at him for a long few seconds.

"You mean you miss the sex?" you murmur quietly and he shakes his head.

"No. I mean that was mindblowing sweetheart, you know that, but it's not just that. I know I've lost you, don't deserve any less but I just wanted to say this" he feels lighter in himself but the ache in his chest feels like it's multiplied.

Even the fucking bats weren't as painful as this shit feels. He turns to leave but you stop him, gently tug him back as you slip your hand through his.

It feels so fucking right.

"Did I mean anything to you or was it just sex?" your voice shakes a little bit and he wants to assure you that you did mean something, he was just an idiot who realised it too late.

"You were more than just sex. I'm so fucking sorry that it took me so long to realise, to get my head out of my ass" he leans forward and gently kisses your forehead, smiles sadly and then leaves.

...

You still feel the pressure of Eddie's lips on your head, that soft look in his eyes when he told you that you meant something to him, that you meant more than just sex.

It's like you're on autopilot when you drive home, your friend Alex's voice a distant fog as he talks about his date from earlier in the week.

The two of you had went on a date last month but both quickly realised it wasn't going to work.

Head swimming with thoughts you drop Alex of at his flat and continue driving, straight past your house and to Eddie's trailer.

You don't know why you're here, you shouldn't be but your stupid traitor heart is egging you on.

Chrissy would be here wouldn't she? As far as you knew they were still together... At least you hadn't heard otherwise. Dustin had mentioned Chrissy leaving Eddie, but they were always on and off so you didn't really know if they were together or not.

Just as you suspect Chrissy comes out of the trailer and your heart sinks, you're ready to turn away and sigh sadly. Why did you stupidly think anything would be different.

Eddie comes out at that point and he just looks so done. It gives you pause and you watch as Chrissy piles her belongings in the car, glaring at him.

"I mean it Eddie, I'm not coming back this time" you expect Eddie to beg or something but he doesn't, just shrugs softly.

"Chrissy, I'm done. Done with this, when you leave that's it. This isn't what I want, not anymore" you feel yourself gasp and Eddie's head turns in your direction.

"Princess. What are you doing here?" flustered you walk over feeling awkward as hell. Chrissy rolls her eyes, slams the trunk of her car down hard and gets in the drivers seat.

"Congratulations' she says cooly. Gotta say I'm surprised anyone got that freak to fall in love" despite what's gone on between you and Eddie you feel ire build up inside you at her comment to him.

"Don't call him that and he's not in love with me" you shake your head at the very thought, there was no way. He would have told you.

Chrissy cocks her head then snorts, drives away and raises a finger in Eddie's direction as she does. Over the roar of the car you don't hear what Eddie is saying, just see his lips move.

"What?" you move closer to him, his expression is tender and he strokes your cheek.

"I said yes I am" he replies to you gently, the confession hangs in the air. You're stunned, definitely didn't expect it.

"Why didn't you say anything? you whimper. Fuck, all of this heartache and shit. Thinking you meant nothing to him, then he tells you this.

"I'm an idiot. Realised at the last minute, realised I was too late, you said I'd lost you sweetheart and I realised after you said it that I was in love with you"

You're shivering and it's so cold but you're desperate to hear more of what Eddie says. He notices you shaking and motions you to come inside, retrieves a thick blanket and wraps it around you.

"I don't deserve another chance, I acted like such an asshole and I'm so fucking sorry sweetheart... If you ever did by some miracle want to give me one more shot at this then I promise you I'll do better, I'll love you so fucking much, I will never be so stupid to let you go again"

His hands slip into yours and you're rife with indecision. Your heart telling you one thing while your head is saying different.

"I can't promise that I'll never be an idiot but I won't ever hurt you ever, I mean that princess" he gazes at you with such sincerity that it takes your breath away.

"What if I suggested a coffee date or even just seeing a movie? Stopping over for some of Wayne's amazing mac and cheese?" you suggest, thinking of small ideas, something slow and easy at first.

Eddie's eyes light up. "Anything, anything you want. We could have hot chocolate and camp out, watch the stars like you wanted too that one time?" it sounds so nice, it would be so easy to say yes.

"I'm scared Eddie" you admit. Scared you'll get your heart broken again. He softens and sits beside you, squeezing your hands.

"I'm scared too sweetheart. I've never felt this way about anyone, certainly not Chrissy. If you decide to give me a chance, give me your heart then I'll swear I'll protect it and cherish it, never ever break it again"

Tears run down your cheeks and you nod, just a tiny bit and the smile that breaks out on Eddie's face is beautiful.

"You mean it?" he asks hopeful, big brown eyes full of happiness. Yes. Yes. You do mean it and grin back at him

Tentatively Eddie kisses you, smiling when you're arms wrap around him. He pulls away and takes your hand, kissing it softly.

"Hope you're ready to be wooed?" he teases and warmness sweeps over you. Hope that this time things will be different, know deep in your bones that this time Eddie isn't going to fuck up.

You cuddle into his chest and for the first time in a while, you feel content.

❤️

And that's it :) thank you to everyone who supported this series. I loved hearing all of your thoughts. Hope you like the final part 🖤

[http-finnick]

𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞.

finnick odair x fem!reader

summary: finnicks pov on how the capitol tortured and used you while he stands useless in district 13. once saved, he quickly realizes you aren't the same.

request: i just discovered your blog! It came up in the stuff Tumblr thinks I might like! Finnick seeing the broadcasts of the reader and Peeta. The rescue scene where they reunite. But reader wasn't tortured with Finnick, like lPeeta was with katniss. Sad and the reader having to get used to life again. Finnick almsot crying bc she jumps at loud noises, flinches. And at first she can't handle being touched. At all. Like they hold hands after a week.

a week ago I saw you on the tv. you weren't in your mother's dress getting reaped, you weren't fighting for your life in the arena. you were perfectly put together as you begged me to stop something you would die for.

I sat silently in the dining hall as people raged and threw insults at the seemingly disgusting capitol-loving traitors but I sat there knowing that you were being tortured. you are going through hell and there is nothing I can do about it.

.

I was in my pure white room as I rubbed my dry eyes to the new lighting, blurred vision, and ringing ears making out nothing until I hear

"They found her"

They found her? what, is she dead? did they find a body? did the capitol realize they didn't need her anymore and strung her up as a warning to others? caught and killed. know your place.

of course, dead or alive I fell out of bed and followed who I found out to be katniss, pure white walls and pure white tiles are all my eyes see until we stopped at a room and katniss turns to me.

"look, she's been through hell. all of them have been..I- fuck, peeta hates me. just, keep your distance" she warns before walking off and I can't help but linger on the words keep your distance... she's been out of my reach for god knows how long and you want me to sit across from her watching my words? fuck no.

I open the door, adrenalin running high as step in and look up to see her

but she doesn't see me

she knows who I am I know that. but, her eyes, she doesn't...feel right around me...like I'm a stranger

I'm already feeling like tears are running down my face and I haven't even said hi yet

"Y/n" the words choke out as I stumble a few steps towards her, she flinches slightly and my heart shatters.

"Hi, finnick" her voice is hoarse, scared. she brings her knees up to her chest as she takes her busted lip into her mouth, rather sucking the blood of her wound than speaking to me

maybe katniss was right I think, grabbing a chair and sliding it over to her, taking a seat I grab the blanket of the bed and whisper "I'm so sorry" as tears pick and poke my glassy eyes

"me too"

.

She's out of the hospital and I go to bed with her by my side, to wake up with it being empty.

shes been sleeping on the bathroom floor lately, the first time I found her there I thought she died.

she shakes and jumps when a door closes and doesn't let me touch her, even to console her when she's woken up from a nightmare. I feel tears run down my face when she lets me grab onto her hand for the first time in weeks.

so, when I tell you I cried. I cried as she cupped my face and brought her lips towards mine, soft as ever as she lays her head on my chest and whispers,

"I missed you, so badly"

"I missed you too"

an: sorry this took so long! I had lots of fun writing from finnicks pov! it was quite the challenge to write about lost, found, and recovered all in one short drabble but I hope I did an alright job! i love you guys so much! mwah <3

[vypridae]

I can’t believe you got me into brokerdoll smh another ridiculously obscure hazbin hotel sapphic ship …….. I never considered them as a ship but they’re really cute 😔 dya have any headcanons for them? I imagine the other vees would tear vel a new one if they found out

BAHAHAAH UR WELCOME :3 its so cute actually . i thought of them late at night one day and went IM A GENIUS and scoured the internet but twas NOTHING

anyway !! do i have hcs? kind of ?? (half of these i came up with on the spot sorry if my phrasing sucks or if The Hcs suck)

i like to imagine brokerdoll started as velvette having an obsession with carmilla like vox has with alastor or val has with angel

(val and vox saw the signs immediately)

it eventually just delved into velvette asking vox to show her cameras on where carmilla is because she just "needed to know"

probably started shittalking her 10x more online after that

i dont have much for carmilla's side of the initial enemies-to-lovers but i can imagine her daughters see it very fucking clearly

they know their mother

anyway!! actual ship stuff

they keep this secret from EVERYBODY (including carmilla's daughters, including voxval) because it'd just be so fucking shocking if it got out

(as much as velvette wants to post about carmilla online she will refrain as best she can)

vox getting into the vees penthouse(?) super late at night and seeing velvette laying on carmilla on the couch passed tf out with some stupid tv show playing that they were probably shittalking

(he did get screenshots for blackmail)

also ill be so fr val probably knew the day they started dating BAHAHAH

hes not smart but like, i can imagine he saw the signs. he works with people in porn and there have probably been points his actors have (tried to) start dating so he probably knows that sort of stuff at least a little bit

velvette steals carmilla's hair bands i rest my case

she probably steals her shirts too honestly

carmilla loves styling velvette's hair, especially when velvette is going out somewhere

she'll have some idea for the style she wants and carmilla will execute it perfectly

carmilla won't admit how good it feels seeing velvette post 50 times in one night and, even though she's getting progressively fucked up, her hair still manages to stay perfect

(velvette doesn't wanna mess up her gf's hard work)

I'M SET ON THE IDEA BTW THAT CARMILLA IS A ROMANTIC

brings velvette flowers, maybe chocolates, just because she can

(velvette always yells at her and freaks out when she does because she's just not used to that kind of affection. she knows attention well, but not when it's this loving)

velvette having like, a voxblr blog set specifically to ramble about carmilla and no one has discovered her because it's completely anonymous and she changes up her typing patterns for it and everything

also they can both cook i think. really well

once voxval find out about them, velvette manages somehow to convince carmilla to come over and cook with her

(voxval are pure amazement that they work so well. both as a relationship and in their ability to make the best tasting food fucking EVER)

[blueraineshadows]

Your ‘Wedding Night’ fic is one of the best things I’ve ever read 🫶🏼 I was wondering if a Part 2 has crossed your mind? I don’t feel like there is enough Seb x MC stuff after Hogwarts and it would be great to capture them at this time 🥰❤️

Thank you so much 🥺💜 I'm so happy how well Wedding Night has been received and would love to write a bit more. I hope this okay, plenty of soft Seb in this one 💚

Sebastian woke to the first pale light of dawn. He blinked a few times and looked down at the warmth of his wife's body pressed against him, her head was nestled near his shoulder, her glorious hair spread across the pillow behind her.

His eyes worshipped the fan of her lashes on her cheeks, the delicate curve of her jaw beneath her ear, and a smirk slowly spread across his lips as he admired the bloom of red marks at the curve of her neck. He couldn't get enough of the little sounds she would make when he sucked her there. He felt the blood rushing to his cock and lifted the edge of the blanket, peeking beneath to admire the soft curves and dips of his wife's body. After six months of marriage, he was still hungry for her, hating any minute spent away from her. It was still a mystery to him how his luck had sent her his way. Without her he would be dead, or worse, he knew it in his bones.

She looked so peaceful in her sleep, but his mouth had other ideas. He caught her earlobe in his teeth and tugged, a hand swirling over a hip to cup her backside. He loved the sight of her arse in those tight little duelling trousers she wore, but he liked it even better naked and in his hands. He gave it a squeeze, urging her closer so that she nudged against his growing arousal. She sighed and shifted, her breasts moving against his chest. He gave a little moan of appreciation, they were next on his kiss list.

She opened one sleepy eye at him. "And what do you think you are doing Mr Sallow?"

He smirked and lifted her thigh to wrap her leg about him. He rubbed his nose against hers, lips searching out lips for soft kisses. "I missed you," he whispered against her mouth.

She half sighed, half chuckled. "I am right here, you know," she protested. Her eyes blinked sleepily towards the window. "Its only just dawn, too, and you kept me up so late."

"I definitely heard no complaints at the time." He bit her lower lip, rolling their bodies so he was above her, grinding his hips luxuriously against her. Her legs welcomed him, her foot sliding down the back of his leg. "Besides, I promised you a whole day of my undivided attention."

She braced a hand against his shoulder with full intentions of shoving her husband off and returning to her sleep, but his kisses had always been the most devilish distraction. MC found herself moaning against his tongue, lifting her hips to welcome the familiar push of his hardness as he filled her to the hilt. She moaned, a spark of devilment making her lips twist into a teasing smirk. "Fuck me," she demanded in a low voice. He loved it when she talked dirty.

It escalated quickly, his thrusts deep and forceful, fingers digging into flesh as they climbed to the peak. MC flung up her arm, her hand braced against the headboard as he pounded, relentless, his eyes hooded and full of fire. He was not holding back. His name burst from her lips in a cry, her eyes widening as her release crashed over her, but there was no respite. She gasped as he shifted, grasping her hips to lift them, fucking her harder, the sounds tearing from his throat were pure animal as he found his own release, collapsing over her, dragging air into his lungs in harsh breaths. She could feel the hammering of his heart where their chests were crushed together. She held him to her, smoothing her hands along his back, waiting for him to speak. Her own heart thumped at the intensity of their desire.

He shifted, lifting himself to kiss her softly. "You drive me crazy, Mrs Sallow."

She smiled, shuffling out from under him, her hands coming up to her breast with a slight wince. Immediately, Sebastian sat up and cupped her face, concern marring his brow. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, no, of course not," she assured him. She touched her breast again. "Its nothing, just a little tenderness."

His frown remained. "Is it your time to bleed?"

Her gaze softened and she pressed a kiss to his mouth, appreciative of his unfailing care of her. "I am fine, I promise. Although, I do need to visit the bathroom. When I come back you can tell me of your plans for our day together."

He looked unconvinced, reluctant to let her go as she slid from the bed and walked to the bathroom.

Wrapped in coats and scarves, Sebastian held MC's hand as they strolled along the Thames River bank near the ancient Tower. Sebastian looked across at the impressive structure of Tower Bridge. "Its quite something, isn't it?"

MC snuggled against him in the morning chill. "Yes, and no. Nothing will ever compare to Hogwarts in my eyes. I will never forget the first time that I saw it, magnificent against the sky. I had no idea just how much was in store for me."

"So many memories of our time there," he said. He kissed her forehead, frowning in thought. "You know, I'm feeling a little nostalgic."

"You are?" She gave him a curious smile.

"Ive got an idea," he said grinning.

He dragged her to the nearest Floo network portal and, giggling like children, they spirited off to the beautiful landscape of the Scottish Highlands. Hogsmeade, to be exact. Arm in arm, they strolled the cobbled streets they knew so well, bought sugary treats in Honeydukes, and ended up in the Three Broomsticks. They sat at their table, their hands entwined on top of his thigh, sipping at their Butterbeers.

"Its good to see you both," Sirona said. "How is married life treating you?"

They exchanged a look, the kind that two people deeply in love share, intimate secrets in their eyes that only they understood.

"Actually, dont answer that," Sirona said with a grin. "Its written plain as day on your faces, and I for one, am happy to see it. I remember the day you both burst in here after the troll attack, and I could see the spark between you even then. It did not surprise me when you finally married."

They ate at the Three Broomsticks, catching up some more with Sirona, before heading back out, wandering their way down the familiar path towards Hogwarts. MC sighed with pleasure at the sight, the sky clear in the brisk air, no smog or bustling city life to distract from the beauty.

"I remember every moment you know," he said. "Every adventure, every time you knocked me on my arse in Crossed Wands."

She giggled. "Sneaking out at night to the kitchens or the library," she added. She gripped his arm tighter. "We used to take so many risks."

"It was worth it though, right?" He paused to look down at her. "No regrets?"

She thought for a moment. "There are some darker memories, of course. It wasn't always perfect, but I have no regrets." She took hold of his upper arms, the breeze sending tendrils of hair across her face. She looked up at him, her love. "Every moment brought me closer to you, without the dark we would have never found our light. I remember our first kiss, in that very castle, I remember telling our friends that we were courting and how supportive they were. So many beautiful memories and all of them have you by my side. How could I regret any of that?"

Sebastian's eyes had turned glassy as she spoke, he swallowed, his face thoughtful as he gazed across towards the castle. His voice was raw when he next spoke. "Are you happy in London, MC?"

"I'm happy to be wherever you are," she said immediately.

A smile ghosted across his lips but he remained serious. "I mean, is it the right place for us? The way you speak of this place, it sounds like home. Earlier, in Hogsmeade, it just felt right, nothing like London. It just felt like..."

"Home," she said softly. She gazed at the castle now and smiled softly. "Hogwarts was the first time I felt truly accepted as me, and it brought me to you. It has given me so much to be thankful for."

Sebastian held her face in his hands, the pad of his thumb sweeping across her cheek. "You look tired of late," he said. Worry shadowed his face. "Just last week you felt unwell, you were so pale. You have been different, and then this morning you said you felt tender. Are you in pain?"

She could see the fear creeping into his eyes, memories, dark memories of when Anne had been so sick. A lump formed in her throat. How could she have thought that he would not notice these things about her? He had always been so protective, so attentive.

" Oh Sebastian, please, do not fear. I am not in pain, I promise you, in fact, far from it." She reached into her enchanted bag, rummaging about until she found a small package wrapped in brown paper, a silk, green ribbon tied about it. "I have been waiting to give you this, I was saving it for a special moment, but perhaps here where it all began for us is the perfect place."

She held out the box and he noted the tremble in her fingers. His stomach clenched as he took it, the worry refusing to leave. He stared at the cute package wondering what she had given him. At her urging, he tugged the ribbon free and tore at the paper. A smooth white box with a lid was inside, and when he lifted the lid, white tissue paper covered the gift. She bit her lower lip as he pushed aside the tissue paper, her eyes fixed on his face to see his reaction.

He frowned in confusion, his fingers hesitating to pick up what lay nestled in the tissue paper. MC held her breath, hands clasped tightly together. "What..." He stopped speaking, fingers lifting out the little bonnet in deepest green velvet, so soft and delicate. Beneath it in the box were a matching pair of little booties, a silver snake embroidered on the tops of each one. His eyes lifted to hers, wide, not daring to believe what he held in his hand. Surely his heart had stopped, there was no air to breathe. All that existed in that moment were her beautiful, beautiful eyes, and an infant's hat and booties in Slytherin colours. His lips parted but nothing came out. He tried again, but clearly, for the first time in his life he was rendered speechless.

MC placed her hands over her stomach. "Baby Sallow is due to be with us come Autumn," she said softly. "I have seen a doctor and he was happy with me, with us." She caressed her stomach with loving hands.

A shaky breath managed to escape Sebastian's lips. He hadn't moved. MC's bottom lip trembled and she brought her hands to his face, her fingers wiping tears from his cheeks that he hadn't even realised were falling. "You're...you're pregnant?"

She nodded. "I am."

He reached for her, crushing her to him and burying his face into her neck as he lifted her off her feet, the gift box and bonnet gripped tightly in his fingers at her back. A sob escaped him and she held him, stroking his hair, his back. "Are you alright?"

"There are no words," he said into her neck. "I love you. I love you so much it hurts."

He placed her gently back on his feet and moved back to stare at her stomach, a trembling hand reaching to press carefully against it. "I love both of you."

That night, they lay in each other's arms, hands exploring skin with gentle strokes and soft kisses. He held her so gently, his fingers constantly straying to where their child grew within her. He pressed his nose gently below her navel, light kisses peppering the skin. "I want our child to grow up knowing where he or she belongs, MC," he said. "They will have us, of course, but more than that, I want them to have what we missed out on."

"What do you mean?"

He moved to look into her eyes. "Let's go home, to Scotland. We can live there, near Hogwarts, near people who know us. Our child can grow there in clean air, free to be who they are away from this smog ridden, muggle life. What do you say?"

"I say, when do we leave?"

[kombuuuu]

I’m back to bother you again😏

This isn’t really an x reader hc, but it still works

Miles uses the money he gets from his job as The Prowler to save up for gifts for things like his mother’s birthday and mother’s day. He loves her so much, he’s such a mommy’s boy, and he isn’t afraid to show it to her.

UGHHHH HES SOOOO A MOMMAS BOY

he’s such a little suck up too — you know for sure he would borderline cry in shame if he disappointed her

he cooks for her and cleans whenever he’s home

he knows how late she works at the hospital so he gets genuinely offended when she tries to do stuff around the house — like it’s a crime for her not to be resting

he’d buy her things he thinks helps her de-stress as well, just little things like face masks to do with him or hot compresses to pack in hey work bag so she isn’t feeling stiff in the shoulders all day

he DEFINITELY packs her work lunches, and beats himself the fuck up if he forgets — then goes and gets her favourite for her, showing up at her break times with a goofy little smile

rio is always gently telling him not to worry about her but he just looks at her all insulted

“Don’t be stressing about me, Miles —! Focus on your grades or something, Mijo! Go out — Have fun with your friends or something!”

“Momma, What man would I be to neglect you? You care for me — I care for you. Both ways.”

She’ll sigh and resign, and pinch his cheeks lovingly

“Just like your dad.”

he feels sooo guilty for the prowler stuff but knows it’s to keep her safe so he continues anyways

i think if she found out, lord knows she’d be devastated. but i feel — eventually he’ll explain to her how he’s basically doing the same thing his dad did? like protecting the city cause no one else can

she still HATES him doing it, and he’s still guilty beyond all wits

but she doesn’t make him stop, and when she flicks on the news — to see reports of the vigilante saving civilians from an attack on a busy office building, she’d be proud.

++ ALSO REMEMBER THE HEADCANON ABOUT MILES GETTING HIS NAILS DONE WITH HIS MA? AND LEARNING VIETNAMESE JUST TO HEAR THEM GOSSIP??? I STAND BY IT MANNN!!!!

[ravenwitch45]

omg hey i actually loved your crimson x reader stuff so much and your such a talented writer, could you do some of crimson cheering up a sad reader please?

Crimson cheering up a sad reader

This Bitch has no fucking idea what he's doing.

Flirting? Yeah. Seduction? Well his late wife was a gem so he certainly did something to get her into him that wasn't kindness. Consoling? He is fucking clueless.

He wanted to surprise you by stopping by your apartment, but before he even get the key you gave him in the lock, he hears crying and panics, kicking the door open and see you sobbing on the couch, though the surprise of him breaking in making you stop momentarilly.

He rushes up to you, looking you over for any wounds, finding none, he asks what happens but you stammer through your tears, and he repeats the question way harsher then he means and you just cry more at the yelling making him back off.

He apoligizes awkwardly but you remain silent, just nodding in acceptance, and he sighs covering his mouth in thought. He has no idea how to fix a problem he can't shoot or bribe away so it takes a little for him to think up what to do.

He thinks back to his last relationship, before he got rid of her, he used to cook up a meal himself as an apology to his late wife if she was upset about something or other, and it worked, at least for a little.

He tells you to stay right there but to yell if you need him. Getting a nod in response before he leaves for the kitchen. He checks the fridge and pantry and resists letting his anger boil over. He has the tools to make something he knows but barely any of the ingredients and he's way too snobby to know how to work a microwave.

He pulls out his phone with a sigh and texts Chaz to get the stuff he needs, giving the address and ordering him not to ask questions, not wanting to hear about this at work.

In the mean time he comes back and asks to hold you if you'd like that, and you somberly scoot over to him and hugs you on the couch, softly grazing his fingers over your upper body, you melting into the embrace.

He almost falls asleep with you there, before a whistle stirs him looking up to the still open door where a very smug Chaz stands holding several grocery bags.

Teasing a little at the very cute position he just found his 'tough as nails boss' Crimson giving a look saying "Not a word" before he wakes you up so he can start cooking.

He let's Chaz stay to keep you company while he works, taking the bags and deciding on something that won't take hours to make. Settling on Cheese Raviloli with Alfredo, it's not much by his standards but the further he's back here the more he thinks leaving you with Chaz was a bad idea.

When it's done he comes back to see the both of you watching stuff on Chaz's phone, which makes him howl in laughter, and you chuckle much more modestly, spotting the smile he's glad to see again at the very least.

When he presents the meal he's made, quick to deny that he didn't have to do this, saying he's happy to do this for you, since you clearly needed it, earning a warm smile from your face, mirroring it back to you.

Chaz departs to give you two some privacy with some of the meal as thanks, as you two sit down to eat together. the warm sauce warming your somewhat sore throat quickly and Crimson holds back a snort at the muffled moan you give at the pleasant sensation.

You thoroughly enjoy the meal, thanking him profusely for the gesture, and apologizing to him for letting him see you like that, explaining it was just a lot of stuff that built up and exploded emotionally.

He waves it off and says you shouldn't be sorry, even if he sucks at emotions these days, that's from training himself to do it from a lifetime of mob work, he at least get's that you don't have that training and it's understandable, making sure to note either way he's gonna be here for you. You unable to not smile at that.

After cleaning up dinner, you two retire to bed together, Crimson notes the smile on your face as sleep claims you, maybe he knows what he's doing after all. A little bit.

Whew! Sorry for that long one but I just had an idea and let it flow out, hope you enjoyed it either way! I think I have a pretty concrete way I like to write this guy by now XP

[abiiors]

being on tour with them for ur birthday and there’s a show that day so everyone’s busy but ross goes out of his way to still make it special like maybe u go to breakfast just the two of u or wake up extra early to walk around whatever city in the world your in or just something. and so it’s nothing crazy or over the top romantic but he makes sure u feel appreciated and loved :)) (and maybe he tells matty to have the crowd shout happy birthday or something and embarrass u)

ps happy bday!!

god this is so adorableeee! also thank you 🥺💕

anyway yes, you know your birthday this year is going to be so hectic with all the travelling and the show that's happening on the day itself so you don't have much hopes of it being a Whole Big Deal. and you're okay with it because ross makes all 365 days of the year so special for you that having less than usual attention on your birthday this year is not something that you're upset about. plus you already are travelling the world with him, surrounded by your friends so it's not like the day will totally suck anyway. but then you mention this to him in passing and he is like OH HELL NO! he will hear absolutely nothing about you having a birthday that is less than stellar and even when you try to convince him that it's okay, you're happy that you're here in japan (not the canon timeline ik but that's the place i want) with him and that's good enough, he's like 'absolutely not! what do you mean good enough?? you need the best!' and you roll your eyes at him but you also can't stop the smile that makes its way onto your face.

anyway at the stroke of midnight, there's a ruckus outside your hotel room and ross looks at you with a very big grin on his face. you almost gently scold him for making them stay up so late when they've got a show but he is too busy picking you up and spinning you in a circle while singing happy birthday before another impatient knock sounds at the door. and as soon as ross opens the door, in comes matty with a soft sleepy smile on his face, rubbing his eyes a bit. followed by george carrying a beautiful cake. followed by adam carrying a few bags of presents. and you instantly want to burst into tears at how they still found the time for this even when everything is so chaotic but everyone gives you a lil hug and sings happy birthday while you blow out the candles and cut the cake (matty definitely goes full singer, ross asks if he should pull out his bass, george has already started finger drumming on the table while hann plays air guitar) anyway you fuck around for like 20 minutes, opening the presents and eating cake and drinking just a bit of wine/champagne before you kick them out because 1) they need rest and 2) you need ross (👀👀)

SO ANYWAY the morning after you're there lying content, half naked and still half asleep in his arms, and he keeps kissing your face every two seconds telling you how much he loves you until both your stomachs start growling and it's inevitably time to head out. you're under the impression that you're just grabbing breakfast at the hotel restaurant but he's practically bouncing on his heels announcing that he saw the cutest cafe and he wants to take you there so of course you quickly hop into the shower and put on your super cute outfit of the day before you leave the hotel, hand in hand just leisurely walking the streets and pointing at new things, laughing about silly stuff etc until you reach the cafe. it is super cute! just like he said with adorable pink and white furniture and ross, the giant that he is, dwarfs the chair which you find hilarious and makes you launch into a 2 minute laughing fit while he tries to sit there with a straight face. anyway once you've calmed down, you both stuff your faces with very VERY fluffy pancakes and a bunch of other things. since you're so full, you decide to keep on walking and stroll around for a bit until it comes up to around 11 at which point you know you need to get back to the hotel because the guys need to leave soon for sound checks and other pre-show prep. ross is all 'sorry i am going to have to leave you now because of everything else :(' and he genuinely feels bad for not being able to shower you with attention all day long but you shut him up with a kiss before telling him that being here with him is more than enough and that you simply can't wait to dress up and go watch the show. also you've already made plans to go out for a nice dinner the next day when they don't have a show. but he's still like 'your birthday's not tomorrow, it's today!! and i can't believe you're gonna spend it here alone till the show starts :((' and you have to tell him at least three times that you really do want to have a nice relaxing day and that you have a spa appointment booked at the hotel before he reluctantly leaves.

as evening approaches, you excitedly get ready and text him when you're about to leave and he responds instantly with a 'can't wait for tonight. love you xx' which is a bit suspicious but you figure he's running around, only half-focused on the text. anyway you're engulfed in a massive hug as soon as you get there followed by him asking you to give him a twirl so he can properly see what you're wearing. and he asks all about your day, listening intently while cuddling you close and being sickeningly sweet which you absolutely bask in before it's time for them to go on stage. as always they are all simply electric! and you don't even realise how easily time flies until it's literally right before their last song before matty starts speaking into the mic. at first you think it's just a part of the show so you take this time to drool over your man looking sweaty and undone until you hear the words "birthday" and "special friend" in one sentence and snap your attention back to matty who's looking at you sitting at the side of the stage. even ross has a wide cheeky grin on his face as the first notes of the crowd singing happy birthday fall on your ears. it's weirdly touching because they can't even see you and yet you hear the love in their voice so you mouth a 'thank you' at matty who extends it to the crowd and look at ross just in time to see him blowing you a sneaky lil kiss and laughing at your flaming face <3

[karahalloway]

Isle of Misfits: Chapter 8 - Burnt by the Truth

Fandom: TRR x Platinum x OH x CoP x TNA (so far...)

Series: Isle of Misfits Round Robin hosted by @choicesprompts

Word Count: 1,200

Characters: TRR's Leo Rys, Liam Rys, Olivia Nevrakis (RoE's 'Katie Rys', TNA's Sam Dalton and CoP's Trystan Thorne mentioned)

Warnings: M (swearing, references to depression, references to alcohol abuse, references to suicide)

“You’re still angry, aren’t you?” Liam asked as he and Leo stepped out of the bar following their randezvous with Trystan Thorne.

Leo threw a scoff back at his brother. “Why on earth would you think that, Your Majesty?”

Liam heaved a low breath as he watched the former Crown Prince of Cordonia stride off into the warmth of the night.

Leo had always been the more opinionated of the two of them — which certainly got him into a lot more hot water with their father than Liam believed was strictly healthy for one’s constitution — and this latest ‘divergence of opinion’ was no exception.

His brother just had to be made to see that the intervention was for his own good.

Brokering a peace alliance between warring states would’ve been easier…

But, soothing ruffled feathers is what Liam had been trained to do since he could talk, so if anyone could make his obstinate brother see reason, it was him… right?

“Leo, please,” he pleaded, jogging after the shadowy form of his sibling. “If you will just—”

“Why?” came the bitter response. “So you can tell me how much of a disappointment I am? How much I let you and the kingdom down? Don’t think I haven’t heard that speech a thousand times before…”

“Actually, I was going to try and apologise…”

His brother’s words caused Leo to stop short. Turning slowly around, he regarded Liam under the moonlight. “You pulling my leg?”

“No,” Liam insisted, spreading his hands to show his sincerity. “I genuinely am sorry. The entire situation could have been handled much better. You’d come back home to try and get away from the unfortunate situation you found yourself in — quite accidentally, but all accounts — and instead of offering you the moral support you so clearly carved, I annihilated your trust by going behind your back.”

“So, why did you do it?” asked Leo, folding his arms. His brother’s words had touched him, but he wasn’t going to give Liam the satisfaction of caving to the clearly well-rehearsed words to just hug it all out. “If there was an issue, you should’ve just come to me.”

“I… I couldn’t,” Liam admitted, his shoulders dropping a fraction of an inch.

“Why not?” Leo demanded suspiciously.

“Because Katie intimated that you would never do something like this voluntarily,” Liam explained tightly. “And… if you didn’t do it, she was going to file for divorce.”

The breath left Leo’s body like oxygen being sucked out of a vacuum chamber. “She what—?"

Liam looked up at his brother sympathetically. “Why didn’t you tell me that things had become so fraught?”

“I didn’t realise that they had…” Leo admitted in a hollow voice. “I knew she wanted me home more, to be with the kids, and stuff, but… Oh, Jesus, I’ve fucked this royally, haven’t I?”

“It’s not too late,” Liam consoled, stepping up to his brother to lay a hand on his shoulder. “She’s willing to give you this chance. But you have to commit to the program. Bertrand has had success with several clients already, who were arguably in bigger strifes than you.”

“Not with their wives, though…”

“No,” Liam conceded with a smile. “But that’s why you’ve been paired with a mentor — so they can guide you through—”

“Sam Dalton is a dick.”

“I am afraid I have not had the opportunity to—”

“He left his wife to be with his maid,” Leo spat. “What the hell does a man like that know about love, commitment, the sacrament of marriage, of—”

“You left Madeleine in the lurch when you announced your engagement to Katie…”

Leo opened his mouth, only to quickly close it. “That’s not the same thing.”

“Bertrand knows what he’s doing,” Liam assured him. “Give this a chance. Who knows? You might be pleasantly surprised by the outcome.”

“Why couldn’t you have found me a normal rehab in Switzerland? Or, better yet, California?”

Liam couldn’t help but snort. “Because you escaped the last rehab centre that Father sent you to. In the middle of a blizzard.”

“Yes, that was certainly one of my more daring jailbreaks,” Leo admits whimsically. “But the food was terrible. I had to bail.”

“Yes, well, you are on an island this time,” Liam reminded him wryly. “And the Beaumonts have a Michelin star chef on retainer, so—”

“Yeah, yeah,” muttered Leo with a sigh. “I’m stuck here.”

“That’s the spirit!” quipped Liam with a grin, slapping his brother jovially on the arm.

Leo rolled his eyes at him.

“But in all seriousness,” Liam added. “I hope you make the most of it. And are able to patch things up with Katie.”

“Yeah…” agreed Leo with a low exhale. “I hope so, too.”

“Rough night?”

“You could say that…” Leo admitted, shuffling across the polished marble floor of the foyer.

Despite the tense start to the heart-to-heart, he had managed to make up with Liam before his brother’s departure back to the mainland. But the revelation that his own wife had been the instigator behind not only the very frightening kidnapping, but this mandated exile as well, was going to take longer to digest than the remnants of the copious amounts of alcohol he still had floating around in his system.

Dropping the magazine that she’d been casually perusing, Olivia swung her killer heel clad feet off the arm of the Chesterfield sofa she’d been lounging on, and moved to join Leo. “Need a hangover cure?”

“This is going to take more than a pair of raw eggs and some Lythikosian pepper sauce…”

She grabbed his arm to pull him to a stop. “Liam told you, didn’t he?”

Leo’s eyes met Olivia’s flashing emerald gaze, before falling to the floor. “Yes…”

The Duchess of Lythikos’ mouth hardened. “He shouldn’t have done that. It was not his place.”

“Yeah, well… The cat’s out of the bag now…” Leo grumbled, continuing his weary trudge back to his room. “That’s got to count for something, right?”

“Not really…” Olivia muttered. “Because now you’re going to fall into a chronic bout of depression, try to give yourself liver poisoning, and seriously contemplate jumping off the twelfth storey balcony, and I’m going to be the one who has to try and talk you out of it… Again.”

“Hey!” Leo objects, coming to a halt. “It wasn’t that bad! I—”

“If I hadn’t booked you on that Mediterranean cruise against your will, you’d be lying six feet deep, rather than merely lying to yourself.”

“Harsh!”

“But accurate,” Olivia replied. “Which is why I’m going to throttle our beloved King the next time I see him. He’s single handedly set you back by at least two weeks.”

“Well, considering that I’ve gotten absolutely nothing out of the first two weeks I’ve been here, I’d say we’re simply back to square one!”

“Eugh…” groans Olivia. “You Rys are going to— What’s that?”

“Ow!” cried Leo as Olivia’s blood-red nails dug suddenly into his forearm. “What the hell are you—?”

“Something’s burning…”

[swashbucklery]

For your fanfic writer asks! 1, 3, and 9. Because I like your squidgy heart!!

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

Hmm, I think the thing that I did the most for the first time this year was - how do you put it, playing with other people's toys. I've done writing collaborations and cowriting before, and with the right cowriter I find it a truly magical process every time, but it's usually come from a place of the two of us spitballing about a common universe or premise and generating it collaboratively. This year was the first time I tried writing in other people's worlds where the other writer had done the building and premise-setting and I was given kind permission to step in and riff on it or write a divergence from it.

I think I did this the most with your AU worlds, with my NCI tie-in fics ((307) temporary redirect and (208) already reported) , and obviously Kinkverse with The Pieces and The Discovery, as well as if this room was burning (i wouldn't even notice)

It was a tremendously fun thing to do, that was - like quite nerve-wracking, because it takes a lot of bravery to write an AU and then a lot of trust to let someone else play in that little private world, and I always worry about doing justice to that world and treating it kindly and respectfully. But the rewards were so, so lovely. With the right writing friends, absolutely I'd do it again.

2. What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?

I think - I didn't learn a lot that was new about my writing process specifically, but this year was really about re-awakening and re-affirming things that I knew worked for me before, that I hadn't been able to access. I write best writing whatever my capricious little heart wants, and I write best and most happily leaning into the weird nooks and crannies of my creativity. Having creative spaces where indulging in this found me like-minded people and community was a beautiful gift, and that combined with dialing down on the work pressures of the pandemic helped my words to flow so much more easily.

3. What fic meant the most to you to write?

Oh, hands down hands down over salt sea and flowerdeep fields and the whole ensuing OT3verse.

So like. Not to get Too Real or Too Personal but also that's kind of the point, I was Essential, Like So Fucking Essential, from March 2020 to - like I'm still in that essential job and the pressures that existed in 2020-23 are ever-present so I don't want to use past tense but also if I mention my work people appear to like, complain about their own personal and entirely unrelated bugbears and I don't want that but basically: it sucked. I am sure many non-essential people also had shitty times but I had a shitty time that was quite specific and isolating and I hope that 2024 is the year society reckons with that. And I achieved new tiers of life stress, tiers I did not know existed. I felt stress and then unlocked the secret back door of stress, transcended into Ultra Stress and that's something that can't *not* be transformative, despite all the coping strategies in the universe.

Late 2022 for me was the year of finally having enough breathing room to be like, okay, how can I claw back my personhood from this weird merging of personhood and occupation and societal role obligation and isolation that has flattened my entire life. So there was a lot of life stuff that I did as part of that, but the one result was that I had brain space to actually consume pop culture again. I joke a lot that I'm still at 2020, pop culture wise, and I think I will be for a while still, but - I had time, and I watched Willow. And it was the perfect combination of like. Right show, right story, right characters, and my heart having room to love stories in the way I used to love stories, before all of that happened to me. And the thing that it unlocked, specifically, was - the idea of the grand quest, and the richness that would be in the journey home. The idea of a journey home as a way of giving these characters a soft ending, and having it parallel the soft ending that I was cultivating for myself, and suddenly having that burning need to write a big fucking story. But, more critically, having room in my life that I actually could put that big fucking story to words. I thought salt sea would be maybe 10k, and I was a little overwhelmed about whether I could write something that long after a long break in writing longfic, but I kept plotting, and I taught myself scrivener to organize my thoughts, and every day I wrote a little bit and every day I remembered how much I loved storytelling, and writing, and diving into fantasy worlds. And every day this story got bigger and more mine and more complex and I reached out to fandom friends to ask for cheerleading and they were wonderful and gracious to me and then when I finally posted it, new people were curious and interested and that felt like a miracle. That story is a little slice of my heart, and getting it out there and completed and going on that journey was I think the most important thing about it. But the fact that now I've written even more in that world, that other people are curious and excited and pleased to hear about that world with me, is a gift that I can hardly express all of my gratitude for.

[moonstruckme]

Oh babe I read your post about graduation and life after. I FEEL YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!! I’m graduating Friday and I pursued a film degree in a city with little to no opportunities for that industry. Don’t know why I did that. Sorry to my parents who sacrificed a lot to put me through school. Moving to a bigger city is not an option bc I can’t afford it. Might be moving back in with my parents might not be. Everyone is asking whats next for me. Girl idk. I’m stressed I’m anxious. I hate it here. The real world sucks and I just want to skip over all this character building stuff and get to the part of my life where I’m happy with a career and can actually afford groceries. Sometimes I wish my dreams weren’t as big.

Hi gorgeous! First of all, I'm so sorry you feel that way. I promise your degree has value whether you feel like you can get a job out of it right away or not, and I won't pretend to know how your parents feel but I doubt they would have sacrified anything if they didn't feel your education was worthwhile. Graduating from college is a big deal nonetheless ! We both know I'm struggling with this too but I have some pieces of advice that have been given to me and I've found helpful if you want them <3

Obviously, "almost no one works in something related to their degree" is a really disheartening thing to hear, and I bet you've been hearing it (like I have) a lot lately. But what I think the people who say that are trying to convey is that there is no shame in just doing a job that makes some money (and preferably also makes you happy), and sometimes that financial security can help you pursue your dreams with a bit more surety since you're no longer trying to find a way to eat at the same time.

A few months ago, I talked to my mom about how guilty I feel about potentially not being able to get a job relevant to my degree after she helped put me through college, and while I know not all parents feel the same way about this, I think she made some great points. She said that college is about learning how to think, and your education and the experiences you've had in college will always be valuable no matter what job you end up with. And did you have a good time? Did you like learning all those things you did about film? Did you meet some cool friends, or get to talk about your interests with people who get it? If so, none of it was wasted.

It's so, so easy to feel pressure from others when you're trying to figure out your life post-grad, but in my experience most of that pressure is really internal. People ask what's next for you because they're interested, not becuase they have any one specific path in mind, and the vast majority of the time if you seem happy, they're happy. If you're not happy, fuck it! Then your priority should probably be getting to a place where you are happy, and those conversations really don't matter when you've got bigger fish to fry.

Last thing, but as someone also struggling to re-orient herself in her life plan, I've been taking a lot of time to figure out my priorities. I kind of got stuck in this idea of what my life was going to be, and once that seemed less certain I started questioning what I wanted if I didn't have to do that. I'm making a pinterest board (always my first course of action haha), and it's helped me figure out that whatever I do, I want to be around nature and books, and to live in a mid-size city. Figuring out what I need to be happy has really put things into perspective for me, and I'm sorry I don't mean to assume we're in the exact same mental state but I just want to give you all the stuff that's been working for me in case any of it fits into your situation too.

You can still use your passion in film while working another job, or use that job to save to move to a larger city, or maybe even reflect and find that you're content keeping the film thing as a hobby and there's something else you enjoy doing for a career (I know how heartbreaking that can sound when you love something, but that's how writing has turned out for me so I just wanted to put it out there--feel free to reject it of course). For me, trying to open my mind to all the possibilities and re-evaluate what I want from the next few years has been super scary but also kind of exciting, and I hope that whatever happens for you you're able to find happiness in the big and little things. Wishing you all the best my love!

[frostiifae]

So, I dunno, thoughts about Witch from Mercury (including spoilers under readmore, so, y'know), because it seems like it's a cool thing to do, i guess. Maybe made more or less interesting because this is the first Gundam series I've actually paid full attention to.

In short, it's good! It's very good. But, I dunno, can't give it top marks as an alltime favorite. There are lots of superficial problems that probably mattered much more to me than they would to the average viewer, and like, you could argue that they just aren't even problems, I guess.

The biggest thing I can criticize without spoiling much of anything is that it dangles a lot over your head and then waits a long time to resolve almost any of it. It's tough for people who get anxiety, like me : ). No, that's not why I'm writing this post. This isn't a coping mechanism. Fuck off.

To reiterate, though, on the whole: good. Good show. Good stuff. Don't click "keep reading" unless you want to read a fucking novel, OK?

I have to say I think the strongest character of the show bar none is Prospera, but at the same time, she showcases the recurring problems I have with the show: firstly, that they spend way too long making Prospera sound sinister without you understanding at all why, and secondly, that it's a real shame we didn't get to learn more about her feelings and why (and how?) she'd gone to all of this trouble. I understand her goal in the abstract is to "create a world where Eri can exist", but it's not clear how exactly she intends to do that, and maybe it's just me, but those practical details can be really important in selling me on an idea.

Even so, I adore her. I adore the way she possesses so much influence over the plot despite having very little economic or political power herself - she just understands people, she understands what's at stake, and she understands how to manipulate things to get what she wants. I was so delighted to learn about her true motivation, imagine a girl kicking her feet and squealing as Prospera taunts Miorine about hearing the voices of her past that are urging her to seek vengeance. I wish she could have done more. I also wish she looked better. That helmet fucking sucked, dudes. C'mon.

I really want to say kind things about Suletta and Miorine, too - they had lovely character arcs in both seasons, Miorine in particular was a joy to have on screen at all times - but, ultimately, I also found them both very frustrating. The most engaging members of the cast by and large were side characters, my personal favorites being Chuchu, Nika, and Norea. (I guess Guel turned out pretty okay too.) It was a joy watching Norea go off the fucking deep end, even if her portrayal was a little shallow until it was a smidge too late; her final fight was beautiful and touching, especially the part where she went on a massive rampage and killed a lot of innocent people. I love me a hot girl who's a violent mass murderer.

Jokes aside; I found both of the main characters frustrating, but for different reasons. Suletta was the less frustrating of the two. Throughout season 1 I kept cringing at her total powerlessness within the narrative, which I know is kind of the point, but that doesn't mean I have to like it; at least in season 2 she develops a thin veneer of agency, and more to the point, the writers demonstrate that her lack of actual agency is in fact horrifying and not some kind of endearing country-bumpkin quirk, but it feels like it takes a long time before she can finally actually engage in the world she lives in.

To be clear, I don't just mean "she can decide for herself what she wants to do", that's her final arc, I know, I get it; more what I mean is, it feels like Suletta exists in a totally different show, an entirely different setting, for 75% of the show's runtime. She's not just clueless about all of the business politics and Earth vs Space racism; she's immune to it, it simply doesn't affect her, even when it badly hurts people she cares about, because she's unable to comprehend it, and can abstract away any threat behind Aerial's cockpit and duel herself to safety without ever understanding what was even at stake.

It's like Ender's Game but Ender himself never actually participates in any of the school politics, he just kinda is a prodigy in his own corner while the real story happens around him. If you're going to create a character who is powerless in the narrative, don't then shield her in the cockpit of a Gundam for the entire show, you know? If you're going to threaten me with her inability to understand what is going on, make good on that threat!! It just felt wasteful. She spent 16 episodes being a joke that we keep hoping will make Miorine smile, 2 episodes being depressed, and then the last 6 episodes being an actual character, and the tragedy is that I really liked that character and wish she'd been around for longer.

Miorine was much more fun, but also, much more frustrating. I wasn't especially into her character early in season 1, but she was at least a bitch in a fun (and highly sympathetic) way, and unlike Suletta she grew into a real character very fast, and got to spend the whole show actually having a meaningful impact on events around her. It was great! I have a few very small gripes about things she does - like the way she chooses to cut Suletta loose. I understand she's doing it for Suletta's safety, and I understand she's doing it because she believes Suletta won't be able to comprehend that reasoning - after all, their whole arc in season 1 was about depending on each other, and Miorine is being pressured into going back on her promise.

On the one hand, though, I feel like it was weird of her not even to try. At least try to explain to Suletta, listen, things are getting worse, you are going to get hurt, I don't want that, I need you to stop being Holder for your sake. You could even twist the knife further by having Suletta react with heartbreak but willingly agree when Prospera doubles down and tells her to do as Miorine says - imagine how betrayed and disgusted with herself Miorine would feel! For them to leave her completely in the dark, for her to fully betray Suletta with no warning and no attempted justification at all - and especially for Suletta to not question that - it just felt weird.

On the other hand, though, I'm really shocked and disappointed that Miorine didn't express more guilt over that decision. Given that her arc in season 1 revolves around recognizing that relying on Suletta is what makes Suletta happy, and she cares enough about Suletta to give her that kind of trust, you can't tell me that - even if she really believes it's necessary - she can just turn around and betray Suletta like she does and feel no remorse over it.

Overall this is a larger problem I have with Miorine; we don't get enough time with her feelings, so when everything finally collapses and she has a meltdown, it doesn't sell very well. I wanna be clear: I'll open the door myself is one of my favorite moments in the whole show, and that's why I'm sad. It could have been so much more, if we had had more time to see Miorine's heartache over what she did to her best friend, not to mention how tense and uncertain she must have been handing her full trust to Prospera, or leading a negotiation to Earth with the weight of Gundam's history resting squarely on her shoulders. I love cool, calm, reserved characters who can handle tense interpersonal conflict with a stern decisiveness. Miorine should be a slam dunk for me. But the best part about those characters is seeing behind the mask, even if only for little bits at a time, and there's just not enough.

Honestly, though, it's hard for me to hold anything against season 2 especially, because I think most of what frustrates me comes down to there not being enough time, and holy fuck, does that season go hard. I'm very ready to believe that there was all kinds of stuff cut from S2 because the sheer volume of things happening was so much. It's a shame to think that it's let down by its own density, that there was just too much happening to fit all of it into 12 episodes without a few things being left behind. There wasn't time for Miorine to introspect, there wasn't time for Miorine and Suletta to develop their relationship, there wasn't time for Prospera to get even more unhinged and weird, there wasn't time to examine how we could actually improve the world and its troubles, we just had too much to do. It's an unenviable position to be in, and I think it's fair to say the show does a great job with what it has.

Umm. Is there anything else? I could talk about the dudes. I could gush about Norea and Sophie, I guess, but I doubt I have anything particularly interesting to add there, I'm sure the takes "Norea is hot" and "I wish they could have been more toxic yuri on screen" are lukewarm at best. I could talk about Eri, I suppose, but I don't feel really strongly about her - I think she's weird, her presence as a character is very strange, the fact that she was a protagonist is weird, and just like with everything else, I think it comes down to a lack of time to be able to really get into understanding her. I can't say it's a mistake, really, so that'll just stay a mystery, and it's one I don't especially care to solve anyway. She can stay a weirdo for all I care.

Uh, I think that's kinda all? Oh, what, robot designs? Uh, Aerial over Calibarn, don't @ me. They're both sick tho.

[one-vivid-judgment]

Hi! Sending nudes or lewd texts to Eiji hcs pls! Thx!

I'm gonna be honest folks, I wanted this to stay a short piece but it turned into 2.5K+ fanfiction 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ I'd apologize, but I'm not even sorry. I'm gonna go even further and say that this may have helped take me out of writer's block, even. Whoever you are, anon, I hope both sides of your pillow are cold at night cause you may have just gotten me out of my writing slump. I SWEAR I THOUGHT THIS WOULD STAY SHORT WHEN I STARTED, BUT I JUST KEPT ON GOING AND WRITING MORE, AND I LOVE THIS FOR ME 😭😭

Anyway, Mr. Eiji Mitamura from the critically acclaimed game Yakuza 8: Infinite Wealth, just one chance, I'm begging.

Me: Ei-chaaaan

Me: Can you come over?

It’s normally not like you to ask Eiji to come over so late. But you know he’s a night owl, usually up at this time of night, so the chances of him answering are pretty high. It’s for a very important reason, too—that being, you are horny out of your mind and can’t sleep. Eiji has always been able to help with that, and he never says no to a good fuck either. He’s not your boyfriend, officially speaking, but the nights he stays over have started to outnumber the ones he does not. You’ll have to give it a name sooner or later. Not tonight though. Tonight, you need only one thing.

Eiji: That depends

Me: Jesus, don’t do this to me

Me: I’m so fucking horny

Eiji: Damn, must suck

Eiji: For you

Eiji: Nighty night!

“Asshole,” you say, like he can even hear you.

He is probably sitting at Club Guilty, drink in one hand and his phone in the other. Maybe with some whore kneeling between his legs, sucking his dick. He’s never had any qualms with anyone seeing him like that: grinding against you till you both came, sneaking a hand inside your shorts, under your shirt. A handful of thigh or ass or chest. Shameless asshole—he could’ve asked you to come to the club with him tonight and you would’ve said yes, and you’ll be riding the shit out of him right there, right now.

Settling for a random bitch he found at the club when he has no need for it? No, you decide. That’s not Eiji. He likes you too much for that; likes how easy it is with you, to get you out of your clothes and into bed, the dirty shit that comes out of your mouth.

“Jesus, you’re fucking filthy.” He said the first time you hooked up. His breath hitched and his hips stuttered. “Wanted to get fucked that badly? Stuffed to the brim with cock?”

“Y-You’re one to talk—oh, shit!”

And shit indeed. Remembering all this stuff is certainly not helping. If anything, it’s getting you even more hot and bothered than before. Familiar pit of warmth inside your stomach, restless moving around, clinging to the phone even harder. Eiji hasn’t sent another text since that last one, and you know he won’t unless you keep things moving. That’s how he operates—it’s all some sort of fucked-up power play for him. It’s insufferable. He is insufferable. He is turning you on. You are turned on and desperate and want him right now.

Me: Asshole

Me: Come do something about it

Eiji: Why though?

Eiji: Doesn’t sound like my problem

Eiji: Rub one out or something, I know you have toys lying around the house

Me: Oh, fuck you!

Eiji: Not exactly, no

Eiji: Was that all? Can I go back to minding my business?

You know just how far he can push this little game of his. He’s done it before. He has left you waiting for hours until you had finally begged enough for his liking and he backed down and came. It pissed you off. He is pissing you off. He’s got your hand sneaking underneath your shirt and toying with an increasingly hardening nipple. It’s good, but it’s not him. It’s not what you need.

Me: Eiji Mitamura

Me: If I don’t get your dick inside me in the next hour I will loose it

Eiji: Aww, that’s cute!

Eiji: Too bad though, I’m kinda busy over here

The next thing that comes is a picture, surprisingly enough. It catches you off guard: Eiji very rarely sends them, not wanting anyone to intrude on his business, see what he’s up to. But the underlying meaning of what it must mean that he’s sending them to you doesn’t matter right now.

First thing that crosses your mind is that he definitely took the pic from that angle deliberately; from up high, looking down at his parted legs, where he’s keeping his drink that’s mostly ice by now. Not much else can be seen, but the colored lightning is enough to let you know that you were right, he is at Club Guilty. He is wearing those black pants and the Hawaiian black-and-blue shirt he loves and that you have grown fond of as well. It’s simple enough, but he pulls it off so well you can’t complain. He doesn’t need to dress up any more to look good.

It’s very easy to take it off for sex, too.

Jesus, you are too fucking horny to think straight. Eiji definitely knew what he was doing with this photo. He deliberately posed for it and spread his legs wider on purpose. It goes unsaid but you immediately imagine how there is just enough room for you to crawl in between them. Those pants just so happen to highlight the crotch area, too.

Fucking asshole.

But something about this push-and-pull does get you going. It gets you going so badly that next thing you know, you are the one taking a photo and pressing ‘send’.

You know he has no issue with opening a photo like that in public. Close-up of your chest, silvery moonlight tastefully falling across your skin, accentuating the fading hickeys he left all over you the last time you hung out and the reddish color of your nipple between your fingers. You can almost see the shit-eating grin on his face, not even bothering to hide his phone screen from the view of strangers.

They can look all they want, but not touch, anyway.

Eiji: Aww, so desperate for me already?

Eiji: Why are you not fucking yourself on your toys already, hm?

Eiji: You want the real thing that badly?

Me: Asshole

Me: You know I do

Me: So come on over

Eiji: I don’t know, that little sneak peek was kinda weak

Of course. You should have seen that coming. Eiji wouldn’t be swayed that easily by something so tame. It was still worth a try though, you figure.

So, you take another.

Eiji: Now that’s what I was talking about

Eiji: The little slut got wet just from some flirting? That’s adorable!

Shit, it’s embarrassing to admit it, but you did. You woke up an hour after going to bed, too hot and bothered to go back to sleep and aching for Eiji.

Groveling like this is not usually your style, you like to play hard to get and see who cracks first. But, just like Eiji put it, some light flirting already has you salivating at the mouth. One photo of his legs spread with a glass between them and you are already thinking about creeping in between them and unzipping his pants. With your fucking teeth if necessary; the asshole thought it was hot last time you did it.

But you wouldn’t spend too much time on that—you’d go straight to taking him into your mouth. Down to the base, like you’ve done before, like he’s been training you to do. He likes having his cock sucked and you like sucking it; the weight of it in your tongue, the slimy trickle of pre-cum down your throat, the way your gag reflex has all but disappeared at this point. Everything really, down to the musky smell that would normally gross you out on anybody else. He’ll grip your hair tight like you are about to go anywhere (you wouldn’t; if you were given a choice, you wouldn’t), buck his hips into your mouth hoping to hit that slight gag reflex still in you and thrusting harder when he doesn’t get it. Silly thought, really. He’s made you that way. He doesn’t get to get frustrated about it now.

You’d let him use you like a toy until he comes. Giving him that illusion of power is kind of fun. He thinks he can call the shots every time, but you know better. You suspect that he is aware, that you are just letting him believe he is in control when he is really not. But if he knows, he doesn’t say it. He is into it. You are into it. You keep your little silent agreement and don’t speak about it.

Speaking with Eiji is kind of a touchy subject, actually. He was so closed off when you met, back at Club Guilty (everything just comes back to that damn place, doesn’t it?), when he ordered a drink for you and you thought he was some stuck-up imbecile looking for a cheap lay. Two drinks later, you were in the restroom of the club, pulling on his hair and doing very little to keep your noises at bay, as his hips slammed against your ass.

The rest was kinda the textbook definition of a fuckbuddies relationship. He called you or you called him. You’ve ridden him in the couch of your living room more times than you could count on, he’s been a sadistic fuck and tied you up to your bed with a vibe on the highest setting inside, edging you for hours until you were red-eyed, sobbing on his shoulder and clawing at his back. Talking was never really a part of the equation, your conversations always circling around to the same topic.

But lately... He’s been opening up, as it were. Telling you things about an accident, about how he used to be a journalist. You’ve seen him freshly woken up, a bird’s nest for hair and wearing glasses around. Shortsightedness, he said, and left it at that. Then he rolled over and made coffee.

It’s nothing borderline domestic like that, but it’s so different from what you once were. And it seems he hasn’t noticed. Or you are misreading things. Or he has noticed and simply doesn’t mind it too much. Maybe he’s grown so used to your presence that he couldn’t care less. If it happens, it happens.

That’s not your concern right now though. You can fret over your relationship status all you want when you are not turned on beyond belief, one of your fingers threatening to slip inside. A placebo that you know won’t work. You need the real thing or nothing at all.

Your grip on the phone tightens a little. The screen could crack if you’re not careful. The thought flashes through your mind in a moment of clarity, one of those you rarely have when you are horny.  You spare it a side glance just on time to see it.

Eiji is calling.

“Took you long enough, you—” Your voice catches in your throat, a little breathless. He chuckles lowly, clearly amused, but you hear it nonetheless. “You bastard...”

“Still coherent enough to talk shit, I see.”

“And whose fault is it?” Hook, line and sinker. He wanted you to bite and you did. “Maybe shove something in my mouth if you want me to shut up!"

“So vulgar...” He says. You didn’t catch it earlier, but he’s not shouting over the loud music like he would if he were still at the club. It’s his normal, speaking voice. A little short of breath, perhaps, like he is walking somewhere. Walking fast. “Who taught you to speak like that?”

It makes you whine, inevitably. You thrash around in the bed. The sheets feel wet against your skin from the sweat down your back. Oh, you are gonna have to change them for sure. Idly, you wonder if Eiji would help with that.

“Oh, don’t get smart with me! You fu—”

“You are still talking back, brat?” He says it so matter-of-factly, clearly not looking for an answer. He gets one regardless though—another whine. “Damn, you want it so bad you’re touching yourself already? No self-restraint at all? What a whore. But you’re my whore, aren’t you?”

“How long...?” And you lose track of your words. Your thoughts get all jumbled and scattered, and you have to bite down on your tongue and shut your eyes in frustration. Your free hand latches on to your blanket and pulls. Shame that you changed them since the last time Eiji stayed the night—maybe, then, they would still smell like him. If they did, you could be smelling them and rutting against your pillow. Instead, you are calling Eiji so late and enduring this endless teasing before actually getting anything out of the whole ordeal. “How long till you get here?”

He muses. Makes a thoughtful little noise from the bottom of his throat like he’s thinking so hard. You can almost imagine him slowing down on purpose, just to take longer to get home. Your home.

“How bad do you want it?”

“Eiji, Jesus Christ,” You almost scream, then decide against it. You are already going to give our neighbors hell the moment Eiji knocks on the door, they deserve every lick of sleep they can get before that. “I want your fucking cock inside me, just—I want you to make me fucking cry. Shove my head in the damn pillow and keep going for all I care. Use me, come in me, call me names, I don’t give a shit, I just don’t wanna be able to walk tomorrow! These marks are already going away, you saw it, and I need... need more. I don’t care if people see them. I want them to! I want to look like a bunch of mosquitos mauled me when I look in the mirror! I want to get up and still feel your cum inside, make it feel like you own me! Just... Please.”

Well, so much for letting your neighbors get their sleep. Not like they don’t know already. The headboard makes this loud, banging noise every time, and Eiji doesn’t exactly keep his dirty thoughts to himself, just like you don’t. Maybe that’s why things work so well for you two. You have even started grinding down on the bed as you speak, completely unconsciously, just to get some friction. Just something.

“For a pretty thing like you, your mouth is damn filthy, you know? Love that about you.”

“Eiji...”

“Oh, don’t sound so sad! I never said I wouldn’t come, did I? You just jumped to conclusions cause you’re too horny to care what anyone has to say. If you’re not getting stuffed with cock, you don’t care. You’re slutty like that. Truly nasty...”

He keeps talking, talking, talking. The tap-tap-tap of his footsteps in the background is the one constant keeping you sane.

Until they stop.

“You’ll have to give me a key to your place one of these days if you’re gonna keep calling this late.” He muses out loud. But you don’t even have time to consider his proposal when he speaks again. “Now come open the door for me, baby.”

His voice is mellow and soft. The pet name, new and foreign, though not unwelcome. It makes you a little lightheaded to hear it.

Maybe you do need to give Eiji a key to your apartment. You will sit on the idea for the time being, then ponder later, when you are together in your bed.

After he has fucked the daylights out of you, of course.