#its just disappointing every time i try to give it another chance

[freyja-athena]

Guess the fandom has decided the next Halo discourse topic for this week. Here we go again...

[spectorgram]

FAN BEHAVIOR

characters: dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake summary: batboys with a celebrity! reader content/warnings: fem! reader, fluff

DICK GRAYSON

You’re an actress who has had a meteoric rise, moving from doing small, one-off parts in TV shows to becoming a breakout star on a particularly popular series to being cast in major movie productions

Your stardom is still a little surreal to you and when you’re invited to a wayne enterprise charity gala, you contemplate not going — what business do you have being somewhere with people far more famous than you? But when you tell your agent this, she gives you a look that says you’re insane for even considering declining

You’ll forever be grateful that she urged you to do so because that’s where you meet Dick

He’s standing with Bruce Wayne, chatting with some frequent donors, dressed in a perfectly-tailored navy blue suit when he sees you out of the corner of his eye and he lights up. He approaches you first with that megawatt smile and introduces himself with an extended hand and says, “I’m a huge fan! I’ve been watching your stuff since you were in Legends of the Kingdom!” And the rest is history

Dick goes to every red carpet event you invite him to and he makes it a point to attend every private premiere screening and public opening night

He definitely shushes anyone who talks during your movies or TV shows and does not care if people think he’s obnoxious.

You’re definitely the ‘it couple’ and your faces are plastered constantly on magazine covers and two-page spreads

There are people who try to sow discord in your relationship and their go-to is either pointing out how different you are to Dick’s former girlfriends; that you’re not his type, that this isn’t going to last, etc., or that you’re not talented enough for the fame you have or to be dating Dick Grayson

It definitely gets to you and does nothing to whatever lingering imposter syndrome you harbor but Dick is such a grounding force, reminding you that it’s all just noise and that he loves you completely and unconditionally

At home, he likes to rewind your scenes in shows and movies, and it flatters you as much as it flusters you

He also likes to read through scripts with you when he can and his voices for the various other characters bring you to tears from laughter 

So many intentional and unintentional thirst trap couples pics. Like, a selfie you post one morning — Dick is shirtless and you’re in one of his old t-shirts and its sliding down your shoulder and showing your collarbone and you’re both laying on your stomachs in your shared bed, hair sleep (and sex) tousled with the morning sun making both of you look like you’re golden and glowing 

JASON TODD

You meet Jason as Red Hood first when you’re running from the paparazzi but you don’t know it’s him

They chase you down a couple of blocks before someone tugs you into an alleyway and you’re about to scream for help when you see who it is. Red Hood shields you as the paparazzi pass and when you ask him why he helped you, he simply says, “I hate the paps and you looked like you needed a hand.”

Once he’s sure the coast is clear, he walks you back to your hotel using the back alleys of Gotham. You make several attempts to strike a conversation up with him in the first few minutes of your walk but what seems to catch his interest is when you start rambling on about just finishing Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment. 

You’re disappointed when you arrive at your hotel and you’re rush inside to find a pad to scribble your number on but he’s gone when you return, disappearing into the night

It’s by chance that you meet him again (unbeknownst to you), this time in his civilian identity as Jason Todd. You’re in disguise at a bookstore in Gotham when you bump into him and spill his iced coffee all over both of you, apologizing profusely and offering to buy him another drink, which he accepts. (His voice is oddly familiar to you but you can’t put your finger on why) 

You two keep in touch and start dating privately. The long-distance is difficult at times given your very different and busy schedules and Jason is pretty cagey about what he does but you both make time for each other as much as possible

He tells you that he listens to your music during his workouts and in the background while he’s doing stuff around his apartment. He hums along too.

He recommends your songs to anyone who listens, which raises suspicions in the Batfam, and it obviously doesn’t take long for them to figure out that he’s dating you but he makes them promise to keep it to themselves. 

Whenever you have a concert in Gotham, which you make a point to do frequently, Jason is in the VIP box, bobbing his head and mouthing along to your songs. When it ends, he’s right there backstage with flowers and a thermos of tea for your throat

Your relationship goes public when fans capture of video of you two leaving one of your concerts together, Jason’s leather jacket draped over your shoulders

You eventually move to Gotham to be closer to him and the two of you spend every free moment either of you have together, making up for lost time. 

You still try to keep your relationship as private as possible but fans eat up any crumbs they get, including the occasional selfie of you both 

He is your biggest inspiration for songs and also your biggest help. You love bouncing ideas off of him and he likes sitting with you when you pick at your guitar strings and mumble a half-formed melody

(You eventually do find out that he’s Red Hood when he tumbles through the window of your bedroom, bleeding profusely, and you have to take his helmet off to assess the damage)

TIM DRAKE

You’ve known Tim since you were kids given that your parents ran in the same social circles

You started out as a child model in department store clothing catalogs. Tim did some shoots with you too but while his parents eventually stopped auditioning him for such jobs, you continued until the present day, and you’re now a well-known supermodel 

You two have been friends forever and the internet laps up your interactions together. There are compilations of videos and photos of the two of you at banquets and red carpet events and memes with text like “when will someone look at me like that?”

Before you two even started dating, there were articles about a supposed romance and sexual tension between you two. In interviews, you would vehemently deny anything asked about it and reiterate that you two are just good friends

At some point, however, you start seeing your childhood friend in a different light. He’s kind, brilliant, funny, attentive, and very handsome. It’s not that you didn’t know that before but it’s different now. You find yourself shying away his casual touches and suddenly conscious of your actions around him — did you laugh too loud? Is your hair in your face? Does he know how you feel? Can he tell?

You don’t want to ruin your friendship, as cliche as it sounds, so you did your best to keep your feelings under wraps, which resulted in you distancing yourself. When Tim would text to congratulate you on your latest Vogue cover or runway show, you would simply shoot a simple ‘thanks!’ text back instead of the usual ‘THANK U’ followed by five heart emojis. 

He confronts you about it one day and you’ve never really been a good liar in front of him so you tell him, bracing for a gentle rejection but instead receiving a kiss. 

You made a hard launch post with him on Instagram and received hundreds of DMs of people saying they were vindicated in believing that “friends don’t look at each other like that”

Tim is in the front row at every single runway show you have, dressed impeccably in an expensive suit. He takes pictures of you and visits you backstage with your favorite sweet treat.

After fashion shows and other events, you return to his apartment to let your hair down and put your feet up. You do your skincare routines together, sheet face mask and all, and snuggle on the couch for some TV or just to hang out and talk endlessly

You’re very active on social media with him and you two have a lot of couples posts together. When you both have time, you do Instagram lives where people watch you two make dinner together or answer some questions from viewers. A fan favorite is when you choose outfits for each other.

During a runway, you blow a kiss at Tim in the audience and the camera zooms in on his face, where he just watches you with a lovestruck expression and bright red ears — it’s in almost every video compilation that’s titled something like ‘15 minutes of Tim Drake being a simp’

[sukunasteeth]

Wrestle Me

Tokyo had reached record temperatures that day. The sun was roasting the city, every street was a mirage from the bending light of its shine. The weather recently had been sending everyone either inside or to the nearest water source.

Yuji had gone to the beach with Megumi and Nobara in a futile attempt to escape the heat that had Japan in the sweaty palm of its hand. They had offered you and Sukuna a spot on the railway car there, but you knew that Sukuna was too exhausted from his recent missions to do any sort of going out. Not to mention the draining effect of the heat stacked on top of that. You were in the mood to just enjoy each other's presence.

The two of you were sheltered away in the darkness of his bedroom, lying sprawled out across the floor in front of his small rotating fan. Sukuna and Yuji never turned the A/C on. Since they had moved into their own apartment, the brothers had become rather stingy when it came to the bills. The air didn't start up until the room felt like a sauna, and it turned off much too soon to give relief.

Sweat continued to drip down the both of your spines, but Sukuna didn't seem to mind it. He was enjoying the peace of his day off, dressed against the heat in nothing but his boxer briefs and a tank top. He had his head resting in the cushion of your lap, his eyes were transfixed on an old leather notebook that he had stolen from one of the professors a few days ago. It was in a language you hadn't taken at the academy yet, but Sukuna tells you it was early notes on jujutsu from the old world.

You had been scrolling through your phone, occasionally showing him something you found amusing or anything that reminded you of him. He only gave you a reaction to maybe 10% of the material, but it was fun to see him roll his eyes, or scoff and wave your phone away.

The longer you remained in the same spot,however, the sweatier you felt and the more frustrated with the heat. You tried not to squirm under Sukuna's head, remaining as still as possible as though he were a sleeping animal taking refuge on your lap. Boredom, however, eventually pulls the last straw that has you stirring.

An idea comes to mind.

Sukuna glances up at you, as though he expects you to show him something else on your phone, but instead his attention is caught by the mischievous glint you feel twinkling in your eye.

"Wrestle me." You beam at him.

It was somewhat of a joke.

Compared to your boyfriend, it was clear who would win in a pinning tournament between the two of you.

 Sukuna, who enjoys kickboxing in his spare time. Sukuna, who has never missed an opportunity for a fight in the decade that you've known him, who could dead-lift your torso with ease if he so desired.

Sukuna, who has never touched you with anything but heart wrenching gentleness.

His eyes widen at your command, the notebook he had previously found so interesting has been completely forgotten. He seems to catch the drift of your lack of entertainment, and quickly plays along. His surprise melts into an amused little smile.

"Oh yeah? Think you got a chance, kid?" He taunts, placing the book beside him. His attention now fully focused on you.

You snort, you were only a year younger than he was, but he loved to emphasize it when he could. Sukuna mistakes your noise as a scoff and cocks a daring brow at you.

You love when he’s in a playful mood.

"I could take you any day." You tease. Part of you is running for the hills inside, but another part is having fun with the big bad wolf. That was the constant state you were in with him. Sukuna didn't even have to try and he always had your heart racing.

Sukuna makes an impressed noise, "That, I'm well aware of. I don't know about in a fight, though."

You groan at his joke, shaking your head in disappointment, but Sukuna grabs onto your chin before you can get even one turn of your head out.

"Let's find out."  

~

Ten minutes later, you're drenched in twice the amount of sweat as you were before, but Sukuna has barely lost a drop. He's got you twisted like a pretzel beneath him, holding your limbs in just the right way so that you're completely incapacitated in his hands.

Your first mistake was thinking Sukuna knew how to play-fight. The only person he had been remotely close with in your childhood was his twin brother, and the two of them had often "wrestled", but it only ended when one of them had blood dripping out of their noses. You learned early on not to question it. Having two boys as your childhood best friends had you turning your gaze from a lot of things, in fact.

The only thing you questioned now, was how you were going to get out of your current predicament. You were sure Sukuna was having a blast practically hogtying you with his hands, and now he knew how easy it was to get you in this position. It was a double whammy that would surely effect you in the future. 

"Did you really think I'd go easy on you?" The weight of his chest presses into your back as he leans over you, sending hot breath over your neck. "How cute."

"Okay, okay! I give!" You whine, trying to wriggle out from beneath him. You had to admit that it was getting slightly painful, but Sukuna was well aware of your pressure points and where to stay away from. You still had one last trick up your sleeve, however.

Satisfied with your surrender, he nips at your ear with his teeth before he slides off of you and relinquishes his effortless grip. Before he can fully turn away, however, you're leaping onto his back like a monkey and tackling him into his mattress. It was a dirty tactic, but you had been wrestling your childhood best friend Yuji since the two of you were in elementary school, so you were no stranger to tricks of the trade. Especially the feign defeat card.

He blinks up at you. It was a difficult task to take Sukuna off guard, but you had accomplished it.

"Sucker." You playfully stick your tongue out at him, blowing a raspberry. Inside your chest, your heart is racing like a hummingbird’s wings. It’s almost like Sukuna knows this, because even though you’re the one on top of him, he’s still looking at you with an amused grin- unaffected by your change of position. 

"You have a higher pain tolerance than I thought you did." He notes, tilting his head to the side like he's considering something. "What can we do with that new information, I wonder?" 

It was another intimidation tactic. A good one. It had chills running down your spine. But, you weren’t going to let him win so easily this time. Suddenly, you were interested in how far you could push him, as well. 

"Come on 'Kuna," You chide, your nose is practically touching his- a rabbit pressing against the snout of a hungry wolf. "Can't take defeat, my love?"

"Oh doll," His voice is a husky drawl, rough hands slide their way from their resting places on your hips to slip under the hem of your shirt and brush the skin of your waist. You try to contain your shiver. "You're playing a very dangerous game."

One last wave of confidence sweeps through you as you lean down, just like he always did, to murmur lowly into his ear. "And you're losing."

That did it.

Sukuna grabs onto your waist so quickly, you barely have time to register it before he loops his leg around your knee and easily flips the two of you back to your original position. You're giggling beneath him as he gathers your face into his hands, pressing calloused fingers into your cheeks. You've gotten under his impenetrable skin. You didn't know it, but you always did.

No matter how strong a man is, he will always lose to the woman he loves.

Sukuna was slowly starting to accept that.

[blackhairandbangs]

That's What Friends Are For

Seo Changbin x Reader

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word count: 2.8K

genre: smut smut!! but its a little fluffy in the beginning

summary: you head to the studio to return bestfriend!changbin's hoodie and end up talking a bit about your friendship

warnings: smut! minors DNI, oral (f recieving), unprotected sex (don’t do it!) maybe a little choking? Reader is called “baby”, “baby girl”, and “bunny” Let me know if I’m missing anything!

a/n: this is currently unedited... i was too excited to post this and haven't given it a second look-through yet.

reblogs are MORE than appreciated <3

You and Changbin had been friends for years. Chan had introduced the two of you just pre-debut and you both had been inseparable since. From late nights over at his dorm, to early mornings at the studio, he just seemed to get you in a way you others didn’t.

Him and Chan were spending another evening in the studio, finishing up songs for the next comeback. The booming of bass flooded out as you opened the soundproof door. 

“Hey,” you started to speak, giving the boy a small wave. “Hope I’m not interrupting, Binnie, you left your hoodie at my place last night and I know how cold the studio can get so I figured I would come run it by.” You saw the blush fall on his cheeks as you walked over to where he sat at the mixing table to hand him his tan hoodie. Truthfully, you had planned on stealing the hoodie, wearing it around the house, but you two were just friends and that didn’t seem like the appropriate “friend” action. A good friend would wash the hoodie, fold it up nice, and bring it to the owner’s place of employment, right?

“Oh my goodness, you are so thoughtful, thank you!” He takes the hoodie, slipping it over his broad shoulders. “Come have a seat! I was just finishing up this new mix before Chan gets back.” You nod your head, happy to have a chance to hang out with your friend. You loved watching him work. Something about the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was deep in thought, the way his hair would get ruffled underneath the booth headphones, the way he would bite his lip trying to get the audio effects just right, the way he… But all of the things you noticed couldn’t be anything more than platonic… You just loved to see your friend passionate about the things he enjoys and is good at. All friends love to see that!

“Do you want to hear a bit?” Changbin asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. You whip your head to look at him, taking the headphones he held out in his hands. 

You give him a sincere smile, “I would love to.”

He leans over the table, pressing a few buttons before leaning back in his chair to get a clear view of your reactions. You get engulfed by the sound, taping your hand on your leg as the beat carries. 

“Oh my God, Binnie, this is amazing!” You say, removing the headphones as the cut comes to an end. “My best friend has to be the most talented person in the world.”

Changbin gives a shy laugh at your praise. He is so grateful you enjoy his work, but the word “friend” hits him in his heart every time you say it. “I’m glad you like it,” He tries to hide his disappointment with a smile, just happy to have you here with him, even if it’s not in the way he wants.

“How has everything been going for you today?” he continues. You two saw each other the night before but were used to talking multiple times a day. However, his studio schedule left him with no free time to do so all day. 

“Oh you know, the usual,” You start. You look down at your lap, twiddling your thumbs a bit. “Just another failed date, I really need to get off these apps.” You give a small chuckle, hoping to move on from the topic. You had met a really nice guy through one of the many dating apps on your phone and had planned to meet for coffee earlier in the day. You waited at the shop for an hour before realizing he was not planning on showing up and went home where you threw yourself on the couch until you could muster the strength to get up and bring Changbin his hoodie. 

“I told you, you need to try meeting people in different ways!” He laughs. This was a conversation you two had often. You would constantly complain about all of your failed dating app dates. The dates you went on to clear your mind of the crush you had on your best friend. Your best friend would then suggest you meet people in person rather than on your phone. “Maybe you can find dates through hobbies, or maybe your friends?”

You give a small laugh before leaning closer to him. “You know, thats not a bad idea…have any friends I can date?” The question wasn’t serious, just a little joke to get a reaction out of him. You knew you didn’t want any of his friends, just him. 

Changbin laughs, scratching the back of his head. “Well, there’s me-” he starts before realizing what he was saying, “and Chan, of course.” His original comment was muffled and flew right over your head. “But, I don’t think you want to date Chan, hes practically married to that sound booth,” he says, gesturing to the open booth in front of the desk you two sat at. 

“Hmm… I don’t know, Chan is pretty cute…” You tease, avoiding eye contact with Changbin. What were you doing? Sure, Chan was good looking, but definitely not who you have been pining after. Actually, the guy you were into was sitting right next to you and you just told him you found his friend cute!

“Oh come on, I am not allowing you to date Chan,” Changbin says, playfully hitting your arm. 

“Ow!” you laugh, rubbing where he hit, even though it wasn’t even close to actually being in pain. “I’m only joking, Binnie.” You take the opportunity to lean your head on his shoulder, the contact making your ears hot. “Besides, I’d choose you over Chan any day.”

Changbin moves his shoulder so you pull your head up to look at him. He gives a small smirk, “Oh, really? Hm, well you know I’d have to think about that,” he says to tease you. He wasn’t sure where this confidence was coming from. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but he was having a hard time keeping his feelings in tonight. He lets himself come back to the moment, remembering who you are. “You’re quite interesting, but our friendship will always come first,” he says, hoping you couldn't read the sadness in his eyes. 

“Right,” you speak quickly, looking away, leaning back to your chair. The space between you grew back to what it should have been. “And we are really good friends.”

“Yes we are, and I am so happy about it,” He gives a fake smile and places his hand on your knee. “You’re really special to me…” his voice trails of as he sees the blush growing across your face. He rolls his chair closer to you reaching his other hand out to gently cup your cheek. 

“I might have been teasing you earlier about Chan, but I mean it when I say you’re special to me. I..I like you, you know?” 

Your blush goes deeper, feeling his warm hand on your face. Sure, you two had spent many nights cuddles up watching a movie, but something about this contact felt different. It felt intimate. 

“Binnie, please don’t play with me like this…” You look down, not wanting to show the disappointment in your eyes. “You like me as a friend, right?

Changbin turns his head the other way, pulling himself away from you. “Yeah,” he nods, “As a friend, I promise. I’m just messing with you,” he says, trying to cover his tracks, hoping none of this is making you uncomfortable. “Friends do that, right?” He asks, turning his attention back to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder pulling you into almost a sort of side hug. 

You give a small laugh, “Yeah, totally! Friends can do a lot of things.”

He releases his arm from you, meeting your eyes. “And what kind of things can friends do?” 

You look down once again to hide the color of your cheeks, which you are almost certain are about as red as a tomato at this point. “Oh you know…” you trail off, trying to think of an answer. “Friends can cuddle, and…” you don’t allow yourself to finish the thought, feeling the tension sitting in the air. 

Changbin leans in, placing a small kiss on the top of your head, sending a shiver straight down your spine. “Well then, friend,” he says, placing an emphasis on that last word, “How about we cuddle for a bit? I could use a break from this song.” He pats his lap, motioning for you to come over. Without hesitation, you are straddling his lap, head resting in the crook of his neck. 

He smiles softly, feeling your warmth against him. “Good friends,” he sighs, reaching a hand to stroke your hair. “I’d say we make quite the comfortable pair.” 

None of this was feeling real to you, you had to bring yourself back to reality. You lift your head from his shoulder, “How much is left to finish on the song?”

He gives a small chuckle, feeling your breath on his neck. “Oh not much, actually. We’re almost done, just a few more lines,” he starts to rock you gently, feeling your hearts beat in sync.

“That’s good,” you reply, looking up and leaning close to him. “Binnie, just out of curiosity, is there anything else you think close friends could do?” You run a hand through his hair, loosing control of your brain. The words came out without a thought.

Changbin’s heart races slightly over the close proximity and your question. 

“Well, good friends can share secrets, and support each other…” he trails off feeling the warm breath of your lips above his. “But were just friends, remember”

You look him up and down, “Binnie, if we’re just friends, why can I practically feel your heart jumping out of your chest right now?” You let yourself be bold, knowing you need him in ways he will never understand. 

He swallows hard, unable to meet your eyes. “Friends…um friends…do that…we’re um…just really good…” He struggles to get the words out, reaching out to touch the side of your face. 

You decide to just go for it, letting all rationality leave your brain. Your hand comes up to grab his chin, turning his head to look at you. “Now, as a good friend, does this do anything to you?” you ask, practically feeling the heat of his cheeks radiating into the air. 

His breath hitches, your faces inches apart. “Well, um… a good friend might be curious about the feelings of another close friend.”

“I think this good friend has maybe had strong feelings for the other good friend, bit was too scared to ruin anything.” His heart races even more, wanting nothing more than to say the words he has been waiting to say for years now. 

“A good friend might have those sorts of feelings too…maybe..” You cut him off before he could finish, finally bringing your faces together, letting yourself lean into the kiss, your arms snaking around his neck. 

Changbin moans softly into the kiss, gripping your hips as he  leans back in the chair, allowing himself to be pinned against it by your weight. He pulls away momentarily, looking you up and down.

“Your lips, feel so soft against mine, I’ve always wanted to taste them.” A shiver sends through your body, feeling his grip tighten on your hips, leaning in to take more of his lips in yours. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

Changbin’s tongue sweeps against your lips gently, begging for entry as he deepens the kiss. He is completely lost in the moment, his mind blanketed by the desire to have all of you.

Your lips part, allowing him access inside. A small moan leaves your throat as the kiss intensifies. You pull away for air, your mouth still lingering close.

“Baby, when was Chan supposed to get back?”

“Not for another hour at least,” he starts, peppering your neck with kisses as you through your head back. “He had some things to take care of.”

“Perfect,” you lean in to take him into another string kiss, this one feeling different. It lingered with lust and need. 

He pulls your hips closer, his tongue gliding against yours. A small whimper escapes the back of his throat as his hands travel up and down your back. You grind softly against him, feeling his hard grow underneath you.

“Fuck, yes…” he moans, kissing every part of your lips, down to your jawline and neck. He growls low in his throat as his hand moves down to grab your ass. “Tell me what you want, baby”

You moan, continuing to grind your hips, wanting to feel more. “Anything please, I just want you.” 

He takes this as an invite to stand up. You allow your legs to wrap around his waist as he carries you to lean against the back wall. 

“Binnie,” you whimper, feeling the contact of your head against the wall. 

“Fuck, that name,” Changbin breaths out, his hands exploring every inch of you. He tugs on the hem of your shirt and you lift your arms, allowing him to take it off in one swift motion. 

“You are so fucking sexy like this. All needy for me,” He starts to speak, lowering himself to his knees as his hands grip your thighs.

“Binnie, please” you moan out, desperate for his touch. He takes this as an invitation to swiftly remove your pants, leaving you in nothing but a bra and panties.

“Let Binnie make you feel good, baby” He says, brushing against your sensitive folds, pushing your underwear aside to leave kisses on your clit. He licks a stripe down you before inserting a finger inside of you, thrusting with precision. 

Your head hits the wall as you moan. “Fuck, how are you so good at this?” Your words come out as jumbles as he continues to please you.

“Come on, baby. I’m not stopping until you cum all over my fingers,” Changbin murmurs, picking up the pace of his fingers inside you, working you up to the edge.

Your hands reach down to grip his hair, feeling more pleasure than you’ve ever felt before. 

“Go ahead, cum for me baby. Let it all go,” he whispers against your clit, sending your legs shaking above him. He feels your walls clench around his fingers and presses his mouth against your clit one last time before standing up and sucking everything off his fingers. His breathing is ragged as he watches you come down from your high.

“Fuck, youre incredible, bunny.” You pull him into a needy kiss, moaning as you taste yourself on his lips. Changbin hums into the kiss, running up and down your back as he holds you close, “I could do this all night.”

“Please,” you whine, “Binnie, I need you to fill me up.” He laughs, picking you up and throwing you down on the couch that lays in the back corner of the studio. Changbin gets on top of you, leaning down for his tongue to invade your mouth once more. Your hands reach down to tug on the waist band of his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down. 

“Are you sure about this?” he asks, pulling away from the kiss slowly. You nod your head, looking at him, the hunger in his eyes making you flutter. He takes his cock in his hands lining up with your entrance before pushing himself in slowly.

“Tell me when I can move, baby”

“Please, Binnie, I need you,” You whimper, needing to feel him take all of you. With a hum, he starts a steady pace, hitting every spot inside of you. You throw your head back in pleasure, moaning out his name, his cock hitting places you never even knew about.

“I’m not gonna last much longer, you feel so good,” He whines, reaching a hand up to snake around your neck, squeezing gently. “Come on baby, cum for me, you can do it.” 

You feel your stomach tighten as you reach your high, trying to use your hand to muffle your screams, remembering where you two were. You clench around him as his body shudders in pleasure as his seed fills you up completely. He reaches down, planting kisses down your neck, not yet pulling out from inside of you.

You speak out, breathless between kisses, “You should probably finish that song before Chan gets back…”

“Mhm..,” he hums, pulling out and sitting up on the couch, his breathing finally stable. “Come here, baby girl,” he says as he pulls you up into his arms, nuzzling his nose against your hair. “You’re amazing.”

Your head falls in the crook of his neck, taking in everything that just happened.

“I take it we’re not good friends anymore, huh?” you ask, giving him a small laugh and placing a kiss on his cheek. 

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before returning a giggle to your question. “Definitely not,” His voice is soft as he leans your foreheads together. “You're mine now, and I promise I’m never letting you go.”

A/N: there ya go! this was my first time writing smut in years so I do hope this turned out okay! my requests and asks are open if anyone wanted to pop some hot takes, suggestions, comments or anything else you may want to say. Thank you for coming along with me as I finally return from my 3 year long fanfic hiatus. Happy Holidays guys!

[themusingsofacurlyhairednerd]

In Love and War

Summary: A warlord!Rhys x Tamlin's sister!Reader AU where Hybern won the War centuries ago, ravishing Prythian and leaving the splintered Courts as nothing more than pockets of travelling war bands. Based loosely on the vibes from War by Laura Thalassa.

Content Warnings: (Each chapter will be tagged accordingly for violence, drinking, and Eventual smut) Canon typical violence, Rhys leans heavily into morally gray, kidnapping.

Author's Note: Trying something new with a first person POV, let me know what you think :)

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“Don’t come back unless you’ve brought food.”

It’s been days since that order, the rumble of my stomach the only indicator of passing time. The changing forests, the dying grasslands, the marshes, it’s all been a disappointing blur. All my traps are empty and untouched, some frozen in place as winter approaches. My father used to tell me stories of the Courts, how they were ruled by High Lords with the power to keep perpetual seasons. That was before the War, before Hybern and his General Amarantha ruined everything with the Cauldron, all for some human slaves. Father had liked to talk about the “good ole days” every night around the fire; he could spin pretty tales for hours, but that’s all they are these days. Stories. And stories don’t keep your stomach full.

I trail the deer through a stinking muck of a bog, mud and slimy water seeping in through the holes in my boots. The sludge is bone chilling, my hands shaking around my bow; teeth chattering so loud I have to clamp my mouth shut to avoid making too much noise. I need this kill and I need it fast. 

The deer stops to eat a bit of moss and I take a few more careful steps forward to get a better vantage point, cautious of where the ground sinks deeper beneath the murky water. Slipping and twisting an ankle in this mud would be dangerous, but it’s not an injury that makes my steps cautious. There are plenty of kelpie around these parts, I feel their beady little eyes watching me under the cover of a quickly approaching fog. All I need is one misstep and those spindly, webbed hands will drag me under for a quick meal.

Better a kelpie than the Highway Men I’d managed to dodge getting this far out of my brother’s territory, I suppose, but I’d rather avoid both of them if possible.

Once I’m sure of my footing, I notch an arrow to my bow. This is not the ideal place to kill it, but the rumbling of my stomach might just be too damn loud to give me another chance if I wait for it to pass out of the bog. How many days has it been since my last meal? Four? Five?

I pull the arrow back, the weathered feathers brushing my hollow cheek. 

The deer’s head jerks up, ears turning to listen to something beyond the fog and I hold my breath. The ground beneath my boots begins to rumble and the deer bolts before I can take the shot, disappearing into the gloom. A loss to mourn later, because that rumbling can only mean one thing: Horses, and a lot of them, moving right in my direction. 

I slide my bow over my shoulder and run back the way I’d come, mud sucking at my every step, slowing my progress as I try to get back to the treeline at the edge of the bog. The wet land is covered in dead and living trees alike, some as old as time, still reaching towards the sun like the ruined hands of a corpse, some fighting its inevitable demise. It’s too cold these days for the living to still have leaves, so even if I wanted to stop and climb one, I’d have no place to hide. I might as well stand there and wave my arms and alert every horseman to my location.

Still, the branches are helpful for leverage, and I grab onto the low ones and haul myself along, hoping to find shelter higher up the basin’s edge, where the water has not claimed as much. There’s plenty of underbrush there to shield me. 

The first horse appears through the fog, dark as a shadow, it’s echoing whinny chilling in the previous silence. A hooded rider sits atop the giant animal, a giant sword sheathed between his massive shoulders. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” I hiss to no one as I crouch the best I can in the open air. 

There are many warbands in Prythian these days. Some are Hybern’s men. Some Amarantha’s. The rest are what remains of the Courts. Those of us with enough magic to prove useful have been known to swear fealty and garner protection from them, but that means you get the privilege of fighting and dying for those entitled pricks who think they are owed the land their ancestors once ruled. From this far, I can’t tell who’s colors they bear, but without the, usually oppressive presence, of my brother’s own men I’m not likely to have a safe encounter. Better to wait it out and let them pass.

The first rider doesn’t see me through the fog, a small blessing that I take full advantage of by inching forward. The treeline is so close. If I am lucky, if the Mother is still out there listening and looking out for me, I can hunker down and wait.

A second rider appears through the fog, faster than the first, racing along the bog’s edge until it makes it over the ledge of the basin and disappears. The cry of their horses sound like ghosts howling in the wind. A third and fourth rider follow. I can hear even more of them, the rumble of their caravan making the ground shake, but no more appear as the fog thickens. 

A shiver runs down my spine, but still, I press forward. I’ve dodged plenty of males like this in the past, I can do the same now. I just need to be smart. And lucky.

Neither of which I am, apparently. As soon as my boots touch more solid ground, another horse appears, this time, from within the safety of the treeline I’d been so desperate to get to. The rider atop this one is as large as the first, face completely obscured by a black hood with three stars perfectly poised over his forehead, the bottom two falling where his eyes should be. 

I freeze, mind reeling back to a time years ago, when those stars had come bursting through camp, only bloodshed and destruction behind them. My hands shake at my sides as I slide backwards into the muck, slipping, barely maintaining my balance as the midnight black horse rears, hooves pawing at the air. I’d heard that terrifying whiny before too, right before my father’s head rolled out of his tent. 

My stomach rolls, bile rising in the back of my throat. This can’t be happening to me! They promised to stay away.

The rider gets his horse under control, large, gloved hands yanking hard on the reins, deep voice barking orders in the language I know belongs to the mountain men in Illyria, but had never been permitted to learn myself.

My heart hammers in my chest as I get back on my feet, head whipping back and forth trying to find a way out.  

“What’s your business here?” The rider demands, voice deep, gruff, muffled by a scarf over the lower half of his face.

“My own,” I snarl, reaching for the hunting knife at my hip. This is no one’s claimed territory, save for maybe the kelpie I hear skimming the surface at my back, I have every right to hunt here as anyone. “Now let me pass and I’ll be on my way.”

The rider swings out of the saddle and the ground shakes as his boots touch the ground. A dark mist leaks from his shoulders, shadows swirling around the sword hilt peeking out from between his shoulders and… I’d been mistaken about his size, it wasn’t just his shoulders, it was a pair of wings. Wings that had been tucked tight while he was  riding but now stretch out behind him, the leathery membrane pitted and scarred from years of battle. If I’d had doubts about who this was before, I don't now. Though I’d only seen him in glimpses that night, Tamlin had talked enough about the rival warlord over the years for me to be able to put two and two together.

A lump forms in my throat. Rhysand is even taller up close, the top of my head barely coming up to his chin. “I have nothing of value.” I’m not wearing our colors, I’m not sure if they would have helped or hindered me here, but my best bet is to just play dumb.

From the incline of his head it looks like he’s eyeing my knife, but I can’t be certain. There is some kind of enchantment over his hood, obscuring his face from view. “What’s your name?” 

“No business of yours,” I retort, tightening my grip on the knife. 

“So hostile,” he purrs. “I mean no harm.”

“Says the male with the sword.”

“If I wanted to hurt you, I would have.”

“I’m flattered,” I drawl. “How kind of you to deem me worth a modicum of decency as you block my exit.”

He takes a step forward and I take a step back, right to the edge of the water, where that damn creature hisses out a chuckle, knife poised and ready between us. He’s not wearing armor, a well placed blow could still kill him, I want him to think twice before moving any closer. Though, I suppose I must not look that imposing, considering our size difference and the sheer amount of muscle underneath that dark cloak. 

He sizes me up silently for a moment, hooded head intently fixed on the hand gripping the knife. Then, with speed enhanced even for High Fae, he’s reaching forward and grabbing my wrist as I stumble back and slam right into a tree.

It’s instinct: The punch I throw with my free hand, hitting him square in the throat, even as my heel comes down on the top of his foot. He grunts like it hurts, but doesn’t move, doesn’t let up on the grip he keeps on my wrist.

“Where’d you get this scar?” He drags a finger over the top of my hand, where I’ve got a scar shaped like an eight point star. 

“Get off me!” I shout as I try to wrench my hand free of his grip.

If his men hear, they don’t come running. There is no one here to save me--not that there has been anyone to save me in a long time anyway.

He’s wearing gloves, but with the hand not maintaining a vice on my wrist, he pushes the leather back enough to reveal a matching scar on the back of his own hand. 

All thought eddies from my mind. 

This can’t be real.

He takes the knife from my hand as if it was being held by a toddler, but much to my surprise, he slides it right back into its sheath at my hip. The move lets him lean in, large body hovering over mine. I still can’t see a glimpse of his face beneath the hood. 

“You’re my mate,” he says, voice a reverent whisper.

Mate. My heart hammers in my chest at the word, as if something beneath my skin is coming to life at the realization. The power that lies distant and untouched with me stirs, a large beast poking its head out of the den after a long hibernation. Having a mate is most women's dream--was my own, once upon a time, before the world went to hell--but not like this, not him. My world had gone to hell because of him. 

The Mother truly hates my guts.

“I’m not your anything,” I snarl as I get a hand on his broad chest and push. He’s nothing but solid muscle beneath my palm. When pushing gets me nowhere, I make a fist and hit him a good couple times. “Now let go of me, you brute!”

He chuckles, low and rich, as if this is all very amusing. “No. It’s not safe out here. You’re coming with me.”

I’d rather be eaten by the kelpie. “The hell I am!” But before I can find a way to fight him, as useless as my attempts have been thus far, he wraps a strong arm around my waist and all but tosses me into the saddle.

I reach for my hunting knife again, but a gloved hand hovers over my own, even as his other arm snakes around me to grab the reins. “Easy, mate,” he purrs in my ear. “You don’t need to be afraid of me.”

Despite myself, that voice, so close to my ear, his body warm and solid behind me, a shiver runs down my spine. “You’re fucking kidnapping me, you bastard!” I snarl, because there’s no way I’m just going along with this. “And I’m not your mate! I don’t even believe in mates.”

“You will,” he assures as he kicks his horse into moving back into the fog.

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something something about cringefail loser mordecai having this fantasy about anal and something something about him finally getting the chance

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: the header is from @/teefumz on tiktok and instagram. i couldn’t find anything about their rules on reposts used for personal reasons such as this which is why i really stress go check out the original artist on their platforms linked. WARNINGS: human!mordecai | situationship | fwbs | explicit sexual content | doggy style | porn references | anal penetration.

MORDECAI’s never tried it before. His lack of sexual experience speaks for itself, but you’ve also never brought it up. You’ve been hooking up with him for a while now, and you had no idea the amount of times he’s stared at your little asshole and bit his lip so hard it broke the skin. He wants it bad, and you dangle it in front of him every time you bend over.

He’s not disappointed with pussy, he just can’t help but gravitate towards the unknown. The porn holes he’s fallen down where pro pornstars take two or three dicks in the seemingly elastic and bottomless room of their assholes makes him itch to try it out. A pussy is great, but he’s gotta try anal. At least once.

On the forefront of his thoughts for weeks, he’s at his limits of waiting. Every time you meet up he’s considering bringing it up, but it just never occurs organically. He’s not sure what to say. At one point he nearly spilled it when you’d asked him how his coffee was to make conversation, all the while he was nailing down his tongue in his mouth to keep from blurting out the phrase, “I wanna fuck your ass.”

He wants to fuck your ass, over and over and over again. He wants to creampie the fuck out of it, let it ooze out of you in spurts when your hole contracts.

To his surprise, he’s not the one to ask about it first. Bent over in front of him with your back arched low, you’re offering yourself to him, “Wanna put it in my ass? C’mon, you know you want to.” voice breathless and sultry, clutching the covers as you let him decide. His agape mouth quivers, unable to form a sentence as his brain spans a million things at once.

“Fuck yes, I do.” he can’t say it fast enough, eager enough. Straightening up to fix a palm on your asscheek, mounting you when the head of his cock brushes the puckered lips of your hole. You’ve done this before, he hasn’t, and he can’t believe you just volunteered it like that. Aren’t girls supposed to be chaste with this sort of thing? He doesn’t know, but it’s best not to question it.

His long fingers wrap around his shaft, giving it a few sticky pumps as he humps his hips forward, easing the tip in. Out of inexperience, he goes a touch too fast, so you hiss and order him to take his time. He mutters an apology, pulling out only to do it again. Over and over, centimeter by centimeter, he takes his time. As soon as he feels it wrap around the head of him, he feels fit to burst right then. It’s a completely different texture than a cunt. Its moisture comes solely from lube, and it’s tougher going in. But the tightness is on another level.

His eyes close, head lulling back as he relaxes with a low groan vibrating from his throat. You rub your cheek on the mattress, whimpering as you rock back on him in tiny motions, letting the pleasure loosen you up until he bottoms out. His balls brush your folds, wet and leaking while his dick takes a turn in your asshole. He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut to concentrate on anything other than where his cock is right now. “This is too good, this is way too fucking good. Fuck—I might bust.”

[stars-and-inkpots]

True Love's Embrace | Gale x Reader

Finding those rings gives you the chance to protect Gale. Sure, he would never agree to you putting yourself in danger for the sake of himself, but he doesn't have to know.

Pairing: Gale/Reader

Tags: Canon-typical violence, blood and injury, codependency, self-sacrifice, forehead kisses, hurt/comfort

Notes: Inspired by some combat in my playthrough and thinking about the reactions some things may have caused. I simply think that Gale would have an opinion on using those rings, and it wouldn't be a good one (mildly hypocritical, of course).

Ao3 Link: True Love's Embrace

Word Count: 1,785

You know what those rings can do. You know what the wife who gave her husband the matching ring did. What she did was horrible, but you aren’t going to use them like that. 

You know Gale won’t approve of it at all; but the thought of the ring's magic protecting him (even if it was at the expense of yourself) gave you peace of mind. The thought of his safety is enough to drown out the thought of his disappointment if he does manage to find out. 

He didn’t question when you placed the silver ring in his hand. You almost worried that he would know what it was, that he would immediately see through your plan. You gave a relieved sigh when all he did was thank you for the gift and slip the ring on his finger before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. 

When you put your hand on his shoulder later, it was simple to let the magic of the rings flow through you. You feel the invisible thread that connects you to each other. Gale doesn’t seem to notice.

“Is everything alright? You seem distracted,” Gale asks. 

Guilt runs through you once more, urging you to tell him, but you ignore it. You needed every reassurance you could get to keep him safe here. You could take a few extra hits in battle, it wouldn’t matter. As long as he was safe. 

“I’m fine, just have a lot on my mind… and well, in it, I suppose,” you say, hoping the joking tone will hide the real concerns you have about the danger that surrounds you; and despite the distaste you have for the parasite that has made its home in your skull, you aren’t one to give up the opportunity for an admittedly awful joke. 

Gale groans, but huffs out a reluctant laugh all the same. 

“Hold on-” All of you hear Karlach begin to warn the group from her place in the front, but she isn’t quite fast enough. 

Creatures of vines and shadow shamble out of the bushes ahead. The biggest of the group creeps quickly out of the shadows as it towers over all of you. You barely have enough time to dodge the first round of thorns it shoots at you. 

Karlach is quick to start rushing at the nearest monster, axe swinging wildly as it cuts through wooden tendrils. Astarion manages to get himself further back where he can shoot safely. You and Gale, can’t move away quick enough before the ground erupts into a swarming mass of roots that entangle around your feet, trapping you. 

You do your best, blocking most strikes when you can, swiping your blade across the roots and vines that try to reach out, but your lack of movement makes it increasingly difficult. Several hits make it through your defence, thorns cutting through your armour, pinpointing the weak spots. You can feel the ring working its magic when pain blossoms from phantom wounds as Gale is hit behind you. You endure, knowing that Gale’s injuries would be far worse if you didn’t have these rings. 

You can feel the heat from yet another fireball launched into the thick of the trees. Gale is doing his best to avoid catching anyone else in the crossfire of the blaze. 

When the last creature finally falls, you can take the time to untangle yourself from the roots at your feet. You finally notice the sheer amount of blood that coats the ground around you. Despite the lightheadedness you feel, you push on. 

Gale, though still injured, looks far better than he could have been. That makes this worth it , you assure yourself. It’s nothing that Shadowheart’s magic won’t be able to fix. 

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Hoping for a simple excursion through the Shadow-Cursed Lands is a laughable desire.

The next day is much like the last. You and your companions are walking through the darkness, ready for some new horror to lunge out from the shadows; and are entirely unsurprised when they do. 

You’ll never get used to the shadow creatures. The tall and imposing beings of pure shadow, but still very much physical and capable of hurting you. Their claws are sharp when they dig into your flesh, and there are so many of them that it’s hard to keep track. They suffocate the light around them, plunging anyone nearby into darkness. 

You can feel each time one of them slashes at Gale. You are made painfully aware of each time the wizard isn’t quite fast enough when jumping out of the way. Even though the pain is lessened by the magic of the ring, combined with the strikes that you’re taking yourself, it leaves you struggling. Standing on unsteady feet, hands shaking as you hold your sword out in front of you, you realise that you might not be strong enough to protect him like you wanted after all. 

Exhaustion takes hold of you quickly. It pulls at you; your muscles feel weak. You let yourself collapse to the ground, unable to hold yourself up any longer. Stars dance across your vision, the world blurs and darkens at the edges. You keep your eyes open as long as you can. Distantly, you can hear someone yelling your name, frantic and scared. Sleep overtakes you, and you slip into the oddly comforting darkness of unconsciousness. 

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The world returns to you in moments. In one, you are held tightly against someone’s chest, their arms wrapped around you, warm and strong. It is Karlach, you recognise vaguely. You drift away again. In the next, you can hear Shadowheart speaking to someone. Her hands are warm on your arm. You can feel her magic seep through your body; the wounds closing steadily. Then darkness once more. 

The next time you wake up, you aren’t sure where you are for a moment. 

You try to sit up, immediately regretting it as your whole body is wracked with pain. You lower yourself back down on the bedroll which has been covered in many plush blankets. It is then that you recognize the blue fabric of the tent and the books around you that are stacked neatly along the walls. 

With a sudden clarity, you feel the absence of the ring on your finger. 

Shit.  

Pushing through the entrance of the tent, is none other than Gale. He looks down at you, relieved, but also clearly upset. 

“Care to explain what these are? And perhaps, if you would be so generous, tell the truth this time?” Gale holds the two rings in his hand. 

You’re quiet for a moment. You feel awful for lying to him. 

“The rings we found. I thought maybe they were just normal rings, but after reading the diaries we found with them, I realised they could cast a one-way warding bond. I just wanted to protect you. It was something I could actually do to help keep you safe. I’m sorry, I know I should have told you, but you wouldn’t have let me if you knew-” 

“Of course I wouldn’t have let you!” Gale cuts you off. “Why would I let you do something like this? It doesn’t matter what the rings do, I’ll have none of it if it hurts you.” He sighs, frustrated, but clearly only because he is worried about you. 

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is quiet, wavering only slightly. 

Gale kneels down beside you, putting the rings aside and taking your face in his hands instead. “I care about you. I care about you a lot, in fact. When I saw you fall out there, I was terrified. I never want to get that close to losing you again. I know you had only the best intentions, and I am not angry with you; I love you, so very much. I never want you to put yourself in harm's way for the sake of me. Promise me.” He sounds desperate, like the thought of you doing something like this again physically pains him. 

“I promise.” In all honesty, you aren’t sure how much of the truth it is. If there was ever a moment where you would have to make a decision between him and yourself, you can’t promise that you won’t protect him then too. 

But Gale can’t fault you either. He isn’t sure that he wouldn’t do the same for you. In all honesty, if he was in your position, he might have used the rings very similarly, and he can imagine you giving him much the same lecture. 

Both of you are too ready to bleed for the other, for just the chance to keep each other safe. It seems that’s all one can do in this world right now. 

“I love you,” Gale whispers before kissing you, soft and careful not to move you too much while you’re still healing. 

“I love you too,” you answer, covering one of his hands on your cheek with your own. 

“I’ll go and get you some food. You’ve been asleep for a while, I kept near the fire to keep it warm for you.” He presses one more kiss to your forehead before leaving the tent again. 

For now, the rings are forgotten. Your earlier guilt dissipates slowly as you wait for Gale to return. He helps you sit up when he gets back, pain still very much present, but fading the longer you lean against him. He’s quick to wrap an arm around you, letting you put most of your weight against him, which you’re grateful for. 

The entire rest of the night, there isn’t a moment when he’s near you and touching you in some way. While you eat, he’s talking to you about another one of his books, but his arm is around you, hand resting on your hip. After, when you’re laying down again, he’s running his fingers through your hair, or resting his hand on your arm. Guilt returns momentarily when you realise just how much your injuries must have worried him. 

When you finally feel sleep tugging at you again, though less demanding this time, he lays beside you. The pain has subsided for the most part, and you’re able to move yourself to cuddle closer to him. He holds you close to his side, chin resting on the top of your head. 

You can’t promise something like this won’t happen again. Gale can’t promise that he won’t do the same thing. But both of you can promise to try to keep your self-sacrifice to a minimum, at the very least. And you can promise that you’ll always come back to each other at the end of the day. 

[littleblackraincloudofcourse]

Verna my beloved raven

I've seen a lot of ideas about who or what Verna truly is. Most have compared her to Death or the Grimm Reaper because she caused most of (some would say all of) the deaths of the Ushers. I don't fully agree with this simply because Death doesn't make deals and Death doesn't stop for or hurry for anyone. Death comes for all things in their time without emotion There is no reason for death to have offered them anything. There is also no reason for death to offer the kindness of a peaceful end.

The other idea I see the most is that Verna is a sort of crossroads demon. This idea does make more sense to me considering the kind of people she had been seen with throughout time and the deal she made with Roderick and Madeleine. Three things about that don't fit to me. First the way she trys to ease things for the children (except Fredrick but fuck him), she gives them a chance to walk away and have peaceful deaths closer to what she gave Lenore. Which brings me to point two, Lenore. What reason would a crossroads demon have to share all the good that Lenore had done and the lives she would save before giving her a peaceful instant death? The third thing is when the deal was first made, Roderick ask if its his soul he would be trading. Verna says souls aren't real but "If they were you already sold your earlier tonight when you killed Rufus Griswold". If this was a demon what did they gain from this deal?

I believe Verna is neither demon nor Death but the Devil herself. Verna is the fallen angel Lucifer. What she offered the Ushers, what she seems to have offered those before is the ultimate test of free will. What would you do with unlimited wealth or power? She never forced them or manipulated them. Every evil thing they did was entirely their choice. She even points this out to Madeleine when they meet and talks about all the terrible things humanity does to one another without her having to interfere. Then there is her decision with Pym about his trip. She says she came "topside" to see what they did. She knows the people they sacrificed along the way, even what part he played in these deaths. She even laments the injustice that corruptions like Fourtonato never face any real consequences for their actions. When she showed Roderick his true legacy she makes it clear those deaths where his alone, she played no part. But most of all her attempt at mercy for the children. They're doomed to day anyway but she tries to ease their pain. Taking Lenore seems to break her heart. She tries to explain to Perry that he's done enough. She gives the others chances to be honest, make amends or just walk away and be a peace. Exect Fredrick (that piece of shit) he made his choice the minute he starts mistreating his wife. Verna never interacted with him until his death because the decision was already made. The worse their behavior, the less of a chance she gave them for peace. She also never interacts with Auggie. He sees her but she doesn't offer him anything or even speak to him. She knows he would never make a deal like that.

There is a karmic balance to everything Verna does. One that fit the role of a reaper or demon. But the angel who was banished for questioning GOD? The angel who questioned free will itself. The angle made devil that everyone blames for the every bad decision they make. That seems like someone who would be interested in how things would play out and still be disappointed they didn't make better choices.

[spiderlandry]

wind — lo'ak sully

Description: You make a matching ionar (rider’s mask) for Lo’ak after he fails the first time trying to tame an ikran. you give it to him after his (successful) second try, but what does it mean?

Pairing: Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan x GN!Reader (Na’vi)

Warnings/Tags: mentions of mating/finding a mate(?), use of y/n, actually requited love, reader is a softie, proofread once and barely edited, events probably not canonically correct because i’ve never read the comics

Word Count: 3k

Author’s Note: if anyone has any avatar thoughts or hc/drabble requests feel free to send them in my inbox !! i’m honestly willing to write for most of the characters, so just ask 😇 (any human!jake thoughts are especially welcome)

Everything has fallen away and nothing else matters when Lo’ak is in the Tsahìk’s healing hut, being bandaged by his grandmother after falling off a cliff on his first try taming an ikran.

The disappointment from his father rolls off in waves, and in turn, the shame of it suffocating.

Mo’at interrupts his train of thinking.

“Mawey,” She says in a gentle voice, but its read as a warning nonetheless. “I can feel you burning a hole into the ground.”

“Sorry.”

The curt response is not lost on her, but she doesn’t mention it.

Enter Kiri, the third person who has come to see him since the incident. Her face is etched with worry, eyebrows scrunched but it seems like she’s trying to hide it. She sits cross-legged across from her brother.

“Father was just worried about you.”

That gets a dry laugh out of him, wincing when the exertion stings.

“He’s got a funny way of showing it,” He replies.

Never-mind that. The moment he hit the ground, he knew he would be the other end of their father’s worry. That’s not what he hates. It’s that he feels the disappointment.

But it’s as if Kiri reads his mind.

“He’s not disappointed, either. He doesn’t hold it against you.”

At his quiet, Kiri leans against the wall, keeping him company while their grandmother rubs paste on his shoulder.

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It is his third say of ordered rest that he finally notices your absence. Amidst of the chaos and his family practically doting on him with worry, he realizes the empty hole in his heart is in the shape of you.

You, who was there to see him fall. You, who was one of the best hunters in the clan and a great flyer. And you, who he has been in love with since he could remember.

Another wave of shame and embarrassment hits him. It lingers.

If you’d seen his failure, surely that destroyed all his chances with you. Hell, he barely had any after you’d called him ‘a great friend,’ a few weeks ago. But it’s different now: you have witnessed his worst moment, and would deem him unfit to be a mate.

His moping is apparently so noticeable that his own father has to talk to him. It happens before the hunting party leaves.

“Look,” His father—the Olo’eyktan for Eywa’s sake—makes the party wait. “I’m sorry about yelling at you.”

“Yeah, I know. We’re good.” Lo’ak’s lungs are burning. He needs to get away from this conversation, otherwise it will lead to Jake finding out about his affections for you.

“Hey,” His father taps his shoulder, and Lo’ak has to meet his eye. “What’s going on?”

Lo’ak knows that Jake is often misjudged as a father. He hears his friends talk about how being an Olo’eyktan makes him too busy to properly care for his kids. But what they don’t know is that every duty his father fulfills is done with his children in mind. Not too many people give him enough credit, not even Lo’ak.

He pays attention.

“Can we…not talk about this?” Lo’ak nods to the hunting party waiting for their leader. “We can talk about it when you get back.”

Jake gives in, but not without promise. “Later.”

They never end up talking about it, much to Jake’s dismay. Lo’ak avoids him too much. He prays to Eywa hoping his son will solve it soon.

-

When he sees you again, it had been about two weeks since the incident. He knows you’re close with Kiri, and every time his sister sneaks away he knows she’s with you, but he decided that if you didn’t want to be near him, then so be it. He didn’t anticipate the pain that came with that. The burning in his chest, something his father taught him about heartburn—yeah, that. Probably.

There’s a lot of people in the clan, which is why it surprises him to see you spending time with Ralu of all people.

You’re both far away, but he sees you flash a smile at the man and he begins to see red.

Ralu isn’t a bad person by any means. But he’s arrogant. And you told Lo’ak once that you hated arrogant people. Ralu was named after his great grandfather, one of the most notorious warriors among the people. Lo’ak figures that’s why the guy carries himself with an air of importance.

So when you laugh at his joke, Lo’ak starts to think that maybe you changed.

When did you change?

The burning is quelled for a moment, quickly replaced with an even worse emotion: a soul-crushing, haunting feeling called guilt.

Lo’ak is guilty of many things. He disobeys direct orders, he has the tendency to slip out of important celebrations, he can disappear for days when he needs time to think.

But he has never once felt guilty of loving you.

Until now.

It is not truly just guilt out of loving you, rather, it’s a product of his own cowardice and inability to even strike a conversation with the slightest hint of interest in becoming yours officially.

You don’t know that he is already yours—that you hold his heart in your delicate hands—maybe that is where he went wrong. Was it fair for him to have assumed you knew that? No, not really. But what could he do?

He stalks away, the sight of you and Ralu summoning bile in Lo’ak’s throat. He wants to feel the wind one only gets while flying and let the sting of the air wash his mind of the image.

He decides to take training more seriously this time around. Maybe he’s not too late.

He hopes he’s not too late.

-

Lo’ak loses himself in the fight. He lets his body carry him on hunts, he climbs the trees with calloused hands, he visits the mountains to study the patterns of the ikran coming and going.

He’s so determined to prove himself to you that he doesn’t pay mind to how you come and go through the home of the clan’s most talented craftsman.

Doesn’t notice when your eyes gravitate toward him as you come back from doing your tasks—he is too honed in on sharpening his blades and fixing his arrows.

You and Lo’ak hadn’t spoken in weeks.

But he wanted to make it worth it for when he finally invites you to watch him try and tame an ikran for the second time alongside his family.

It’s not long until Lo’ak finally approaches you with the proposition.

You receive the invitation with a gentle smile. He’s glad that Ralu is nowhere to be seen. (Bastard.)

-

It’s early morning, and you have not shown up. The thought of you not being here makes his stomach churn, not only out of shame but also regret. Maybe he really had lost you, but that is going off the assumption that he ever had you in the first place.

Most of his family stands behind him in support as he goes over the plan in his head, watching the ikran screech amongst themselves. Although, Tuk and Kiri are with grandmother—so it is just Neytiri, Jake, and Neteyam. He was so confident your name would be a part of that list.

He shakes off the thought, letting himself feel the vibrations. The rope in his hand burns from his tight grip. He launches himself into action, spotting the dark blue creature about to lunge at him. It’s beautiful. He hopes he doesn’t die.

The skin of the ikran brings him back to the feeling of falling, a flashback to the first time. As he wrangles it from the back, avoiding the claws reaching for him, he shakes his head roughly to rid himself of the image. The earth beneath him scratches at his leg when he falls off and tries to get back on, keeping its mouth tightly wrapped, bruises threatening to form on his hand.

Wind.

Edge. He is at the edge of the cliff.

The wind pushes against him, he pulls forward.

His vision is a tunnel, he grabs his kuru. He doesn’t see who arrives.

He successfully mounts the creature, making tsaheylu at the same time.

They both fall.

He hears the family erupt in cheers from afar when he saves himself from hitting ground, circling upward and letting out a loud cry. He does not hear your cheers amongst them, but it’s there regardless.

That is when he lands back on the cliff’s edge, meeting his parents’ proud smiles and Neteyam’s hard pat on the back.

You emerge from behind his family, and his jaw falls slack.

“Y/N,” He says, breathless. He resists the subconscious urge—the instinct—to run to you and wrap his arms around your figure, as he is reminded that the possibility of you and him have been null for a long time. “I thought you didn’t come.”

You two are inches from each other now.

“Are you kidding?” Your laugh melts him. “I just wanted to see if you’d fall off again.” The teasing isn’t something new, he knows you don’t mean it but even if you did, he couldn’t care less—every corner of his mind is now burned with the image of your smile.

He playfully shoves your shoulder, and you stop him from pulling away by holding his wrist.

You lower his arm. You bring an object out of the satchel you’ve been carrying around and places it on his outstretched hand.

It was an ionar. A rider’s mask.

And it looked familiar.

It is crafted beautifully and carefully—the light leather is cured perfectly, and in the middle, where it would rest on top of one’s nose-bridge, there’s a dark piece of river crystal sanded down to a point.

“I can’t take this,” He shakes his head. “This is yours.”

There’s something mischievous in your eyes, a glint he’d never seen. “Look closer.”

He grabs it and inspects, and his heart drops when he runs his finger over the piece, feeling the letters before seeing them. His name engraved into the side. Your mask had your name. This one has his.

“You…?” He meets your eyes, and you’re looking downward. In a surge of confidence, he puts a hand on your jaw to get you looking at him. “You made this for me?”

You nod. “It is a gift,” you respond. “I finished it this morning. I was not sure if it would be to your liking—”

“Don’t say that.” He cuts you off, and your eyes seem to be searching for something in his. He hopes to Eywa you find what it is you’re looking for. “This is perfect.”

You glance past him and he remembers that his family has been there the whole time. He turns and his eyes shoot daggers at his brother when he can see there must be something at the tip of Neteyam’s tongue. He knows that look, he’s about to get teased.

Luckily, before the brothers can exchange any words, you get Lo’ak’s attention again.

“Go fly with your family,” Your soft voice has him reeling. “I will meet you back home.”

-

He proudly dons the mask you’d given him, not taking it off when he starts looking for you after getting home. He wants—no, needs—everybody to know that he wears it like a badge of honor. He prays that people notice it matches your mask. In a way, it felt like you were staking claim on him.

Much to his chagrin, he sees you with him. Ralu. You’re nodding along to something he’s saying, and though it’s not a welcome sight, the adrenaline from flying fuels Lo’ak enough to walk over.

Your ears flick at the sound of nearby footsteps, and Lo’ak is relieved to see your smile grow wide when you catch a glimpse of him wearing the mask you made.

Lo’ak raises his brows at Ralu, and his stomach churns when Ralu does not respond to an obvious look of challenge.

You take notice of the fire in his eyes directed at your friend. In response, you place a hand on his forearm, and his gaze softens at you.

“Do you want to fly together?” You ask.

“Just us?”

“Yes,” you say it as though there is no other answer. “Who else?”

“It’s—” His eyes flit to Ralu, who seems to have stricken up a conversation with another clan member. Deciding it’s not worth mentioning, he replies, “Nevermind. Let’s go.”

-

“Where are you taking me?” He shouts over the wind, following you on his ikran while you fly fast ahead of him. The eclipse hides behind the floating mountains.

“Just wait and see!” You yell back, banking a hard left.

Landing on the cliff, you pet your banshee while Lo’ak’s lands on the ground with a hard thud. You laugh at him.

“I have to work on that,” He dismounts. “Where are we?” There is a wall of vines and moss standing tall behind you, and surface area of the soft grass is too little for both of your creatures to fit. They fly away, finding shelter on a nearby mountain.

“Follow me.” You feel the wall of vines, pushing it aside to make way into a dark passage.

The path is illuminated by bioluminescent flora growing through the cracks of the stone. He hears your footsteps behind him, and he soon runs into a wall, a small crevice with light shining through it, but too small for any Na’vi to fit.

You push past him and put your arms in the gap, putting the force of your body into getting it out of the way. He wants to help, but his eyes trace over your figure and he can only hope you don’t feel him checking you out without shame.

The gap is now wide enough to go through, so he follows you into it.

“Eywa,” He mutters under his breath as he takes in the scene. Though the cave should be dark, there is a clear pond that glows blue. There’s a tiny patch of grass surrounding it. It is not so extraordinary if one thinks about the rest of Pandora and its beauty, but the most remarkable thing is the quiet.

The wind is gone.

Your breaths are the only thing in his ears. You dip your legs in the water, splashing Lo’ak and taking him out of the trance.

“Hey!” He grins, doing the same to you.

There’s a pause while he tries to think of what to say. This place seems sacred, somehow. At least to you. You’re a great warrior—the best one he knows—yet he’s never seen such a content look on your face. It suits you.

“Why did you bring me here?”

You shrug, bashful. “This place is only accessible with an ikran. There is no other way to get up here.”

He stays silent, staring at you to go on. You avoid his gaze, opting to stare at the ripples you create in the water.

“I have been waiting to show you this place since I discovered it.”

“Have you…shown it to anybody else?”

There’s a longing in your eyes. “Neteyam.”

He is taken aback. Why would you take him here? He perks up, trying to look at your face. He sees the smirk.

“That’s not funny.”

You finally turn your head to him. “It is to me.”

“You’re messing with me, right? I just have to double-check.”

“I am,” You chuckle, lips settling into a thin line.

Another moment of silence.

“You will have to go through Uniltaron soon.”

He hums in agreement. He knows you had recently completed yours, he was there.

“After that, you will be free to choose a mate.”

A tiny flame of hope flickers in his chest. “Yeah. Yeah, I will be.”

“Do you have someone in mind?”

He doesn’t hesitate to say yes.

Your shoulders drop ever so slightly, but with the quiet echo, he hears.

“I always had the feeling you were spoken for,” you whisper. “Will you tell me who?”

He contemplates on it. Telling you would be the biggest risk of his life. It would change the nature of your relationship forever.

Before he can say anything, though, the sound of a water droplet reaches his ears. His eyes snap to you, and you have taken off your rider’s mask to wipe at the tears on your eyeline.

He scoots closer, shoulders touching. “Hey,” he puts a hand on your back. “What’s wrong?”

“You know what it feels like for someone to have your heart, don’t you?” You finally look at him again.

“I do.”

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

Since when did someone have your heart?

He wants to know who it is. Who makes you feel the way he feels for you.

He answers with the truth, “It does.” He clears his throat, trying to think of more to say. “But it doesn’t have to.”

“How?” You’re hugging your middle. He can feel you closing in on yourself.

The simple answer is that being with you flips that pain onto its head and it disintegrates. The hurt is never there long as he’s with you. But how can he tell you that if your heart belongs to someone else?”

“What do I do, Lo’ak? Please.” You almost plead for his answer. Your tears have stopped, and you, again, are searching his eyes for something. He has never seen you this vulnerable before. He wants to be the only person to witness you like this.

“You tell them.”

When you don’t respond, he takes his own advice. He bares his heart out to you.

“You’ve always had mine.” He says it so quietly that he doesn’t think you process the words until about three agonizing seconds later.

Yet you don’t say anything.

I’ve made a mistake, he thinks.

But he couldn’t have been more wrong when you finally respond by laying a hand on his cheek.

“You have always had mine, too.”

-

Here is a reference picture for a rider’s mask !! Lo’ak’s would look different obv, the middle part would have a river crystal that’s actually taken from the river where Y/N realized they loved Lo’ak (my cuties.) The leather would be a bit lighter, and I also imagine some beads from Tuk woven into it on the sides (Tuk found out and insisted on helping. My sweet summer child)

(additional author’s note: i know they don’t technically get a visor until fully completing their rite of passage but let’s pretend that’s not true for the sake of the fic)

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summary: you have to cut off your power usage and a visitor shows up on the bunker's doorstep

pairing: frank castle x reader

warnings: frank is upsetti spaghetti, mention of blood and dead bodies, reader and frank have another moment ‼️(they were cock blocked again smh), mild language, smidge cliffhanger ending (sorry)

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“How the hell did they know where we were?” I hear Frank’s booming voice from the bathroom where I’m washing off all the blood. He doesn’t give me much of a choice when we get back to the bunker, immediately ushering me into the bathroom to get cleaned up, even though he looks to be in worse condition than I am.

He tries to inspect my injuries, but I push the first aid kit into his arms so he can tend to his own wounds and not worry about mine. I’ve been washing off in the sink, watching the red-colored water swirl down the drain. Most of the blood on me isn’t mine; it’s from others that I need to scrub off.

I quickly rinse off the blood and change into the clothes Frank left outside the door before leaving the bathroom. It’s easy to find where the two men are in the bunker, given its size, and also where the loud talking continues.

As soon as Frank sees me walk into the room, he’s in front of me, tilting my chin up to inspect the cut. “Frank, I’m fine.” I try to tilt my head away, but his grip is firm, not letting me move as he examines my chin.

He doesn’t let go until he’s sure I’m not badly hurt, then walks back to where David is sitting at his desk. Wrappers and bandages from the first aid kit are scattered over the desk where Frank hastily patched up his injuries.

“The bracelet she has only prevents large amounts of waves from being sent into the air at one time, making it almost impossible to track—emphasis on almost. They’re apparently very persistent,” David explains, sighing.

“So my best chance is to just not use them?” I ask, uncertain about the situation since many of the men who came are either still bleeding out at the house or dead.

“Right now, I think it’s best if they’re only used when absolutely necessary.” I understand his point, but it makes me uneasy not being able to fully control them or work on them. How can I ensure they’ll work when I really need them?

“You can still practice with them, just not so much at one time,” David says, as if reading my thoughts. I nod slowly, slightly disappointed that I won’t have any more full-on training sessions with Frank anytime soon.

“C’mere,” Frank says, grabbing a couple of papers from the desk and motioning for me to follow him to the back of the bunker.

“Yeah, just leave me with the mess,” David calls out as Frank walks away, not receiving a response.

Frank sits down on the ground, knowing I’m more comfortable there than on the benches or chairs. I’ve told him many times that he doesn’t have to sit on the ground with me if he’d prefer the chairs, but he brushes me off every time.

He places the papers in front of him as I sit down next to him, wondering what this is about. He gives me a reassuring smile and slides the paper closer so I can see it.

There’s a list of words on it, each color-coded. “This is the list of the powers that were put into the system. They were all a different color for some reason, so we wrote them down as listed,” Frank explains. I reach out to pick up the sheet and survey it.

I skim over the list, focusing more on the colors than trying to make sense of it. However, I can't help but notice the word “time” a couple of times. My eyebrows crease as I attempt to figure out what it means. “What is it?” Frank gently asks from next to me.

I show him the two items I’m looking at. “What do these mean?” He leans in to see where I’m pointing.

“Freeze time and reverse time,” he reads from the paper. “Freezin' time is makin' everythin' around you stop and freeze in place. Reversin' it is going back a few seconds or minutes to an earlier event.” I recall the time in the house when Frank repeated the same thing but didn’t seem to realize it. Was I the reason for that? I glance back at the paper. ‘Freeze time’ has an icy blue color next to it, while ‘reverse time’ has a lighter green color.

“You don’t know what the colors mean?” I look up from the paper, surprised to find that we’ve grown closer, our knees touching as I look at him. He meets my gaze and visibly swallows before clearing his throat.

“Uh, no. They were never really explained in the files…” His voice trails off, and I look at him in confusion.

“Are you okay?” I ask, noticing his distraction.“Frank?” I say again when he doesn't say anything, and he lifts his head to look at me.

“I shouldn’t…” he mutters, sounding conflicted.

“Shouldn’t what?” I respond, but there’s no time to think before he tilts my chin up and presses his lips to mine.

It catches me off guard, and a small gasp escapes me as he moves his lips gently against mine. I feel sparks ignite within me once again, and I slowly start to move my mouth along with his.

A groan escapes his lips when he feels me respond, and he grips my hips, pulling me closer. I find myself resting my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as our mouths continue to move together.

My body tingles as sparks shoot through my arms and into my hands, causing Frank to pull back and look at me. I’m breathing heavily and notice my hands glowing dark red again, and I don’t understand what triggered it.

Instead of pulling fully away, Frank ignores the shocks and leans in to press his lips back against mine. I try to pull my hands away to stop hurting him, but his strong hold keeps me in place.

A noise escapes me as he presses his mouth more firmly against mine, forcing me to push back with equal force. He pulls me into his lap, our bodies pressed close, and I can’t help but wrap my arms around his neck and melt into him.

My body feels like it’s in overdrive, new emotions swirling inside me, making me want to stay close forever. However, the universe has other plans when a knock is heard from the front bunker door.

We break apart, panting for air. I stare at him, confused about what’s happening. His grip loosens, allowing me to slide off his lap.

David’s urgent voice comes from the other side of the bunker, calling us over. I glance at Frank one last time before picking myself up and slowly making my way to David. Frank follows, but I catch him glancing down at the paper left on the ground before he does.

“Do either of you know who this is?” David points to the screen of the camera outside the door. A woman stands there in a long dark coat. There’s something familiar about her, but I can’t quite place it.

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The Pilot and his girl - ch. 6 **

It took me a bit longer to write this chapter but I finally got it where I wanted - we've got some smut (so if you're a minor, leave), some sweet Frankie fluff and no angst. We're all gonna be wrapped in warm, fuzzy feelings here ❤

Word count: 7.1 k

Chapter 1 (If you wanna catch up from the beginning)

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It was Frankie’s stomach that eventually dragged the two of you out of bed. With a loud grumble it made its intentions clear and made you collapse giggling against Frankie’s chest as his cheeks turned pink. 

“It always has the worst fucking timing,” he groans as you try to to contain your laughter. He looks down at you, your shoulders shaking as you fight back the giggles, and shakes his head in feigned disappointment. “It’s your fault you know, you promised dinner and then you drag this poor, hard working pilot to your bedroom before he even gets a chance to get his strength up.” 

“You didn’t seem to be missing much strength, Frankie, to be honest,” you smirk at him as you push yourself up to sit on your heels on the bed. 

“You don’t know that, maybe I’d still be going if I’d had dinner, now you’ll never know.” he shrugs his shoulders, “could’ve made you come at least four more times.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and tries to tickle the soft swell at the apex of your thighs. 

You swat his hand away, “Four!? Bold words, Francisco!” you tut at him. “Gonna make you prove that, you know.” 

Frankie’s eyes narrow with mischief as he pushes himself up to sitting in one swift motion, wrapping his arms around yours, pinning them down before you can jump off the bed. With a surprised squeal you find yourself flat on your back again with Frankie on top, looking sly. 

“I’d love to, I’d love to make you - “ his words are interrupted by another loud growl from his stomach and you dissolve into laughter as Frankie rolls his eyes. 

“It’s practically Pavlovian at this point, Frankie,” you gasp between fits of laughter as his stomach gives another thunderous rumble and Frankie gives up trying to wiggle between your legs again. 

With a mock sigh he pulls you up from the bed, “We’d better feed the beast, cariño.”  

…

Dinner was a bit later than planned but as far as you were concerned it didn’t matter as long as you could have Frankie sitting on one of the stools by the island, reaching out and trying to grab you every time you moved past him. It turned into a little dance, you’d side step past his outstretched hand or jump out of the way when he tried to grab the hem of your shirt, his shirt, teasing as he missed and giggling when he caught you and his hands slipped up and grabbed your breasts or pulled you down for a wet kiss. He was in his boxers, leaving his jeans on the floor of your bedroom, and it was hard to not continue to kiss him when he caught you in your little dance. 

You fed him pieces of parmesan as you cooked the risotto you’d planned and grilled a few pieces of salmon. 

“Speaking of fish,” you said, turning round from the salmon sizzling in the grill pan, “why do your friends call you ‘Fish’? Pope called you that yesterday in the supermarket and I’m sure someone yelled ‘Go Fish!’ when I kissed your cheek outside the bar.” 

Frankie chuckles and looks a little embarrassed, “It’s short for ‘Catfish’. It’s a stupid name, but it’s my call sign from the army, so it kinda stuck with those guys.” 

“Oh, that makes sense, kinda.. And Santiago was ‘Pope’ in the army I guess?” 

“Yeah, santo means holy in Spanish so I guess ‘Holy Pope’ turned into ‘Pope’.” Frankie makes a swipe at your ass but you side step him with a giggle as you put wine glasses on the small kitchen table. 

“Too slow, ‘Catfish’,” you tease and he smirks. 

“Just testing your reaction time, cariño, just you wait, you gotta come back this way,” he’s sitting between you and the stove where the risotto is bubbling and he’s got a mischievous look. 

“If you make me burn dinner, you’ll be hungry, Frankie,” you warn as you try sidling along the opposite counter. He winks at you and then catches the hem of your shirt with an agile lunge and pulls you in. 

“Too slow,” he mimics you with a grin and slides his hand up and gives your nipple a quick pinch, making you gasp at the thrill it shoots through you. 

“Francisco Morales, you are a nuisance,” you scold him with mock annoyance and he smiles, tugging you down for a kiss before you wiggle free and he lets you go back to the risotto. 

…

After the dinner, Frankie, true to his word, fixes dessert by pulling out a container from the overnight bag he’d left in the hall. He turns his back to you and tells you not to look while he sets something on two dessert plates on the counter. With an exaggerated flourish he shakes a can of whipped cream and decorates the plates. 

“Close your eyes,” he instructs, you do as he says and he sets something down in front of you on the table, “now you can look.” You open your eyes to a slice of a homemade brownie, a swirl of whipped cream and a small twig of lemon balm on top. Frankie’s looking at you with an expectant grin, looking very pleased with himself. 

“You made this?” you ask, raising your eyebrows in surprise. Frankie came across as many things, home baker was not one of them. But he nods proudly and sits down across from you with the other plate. 

“My mom used to make them all the time, it was our weekend treat, and I learnt the recipe by heart, watching her make it so many times,” he says and looks at you eagerly as you take a first bite. 

“Frankie, kudos to your mom, this is delicious!” you exclaim, “I never expected you to be such a master baker!” 

“It’s the only thing I know how to bake, so don’t get your expectations up, cariño,” he smiles but you can tell by the way his dimple deepens, he’s feeling pretty proud. 

You take another bite and let a moan escape at the taste, it’s really gooey chocolate in the middle with crunchy edges, Frankie’s given you a corner piece, the best piece in your opinion. 

“I’m so impressed,” you say, looking over at him, “and now I’m curious about what other hidden talents you have.” 

“I think this is pretty much it,” he grins, “and the only reason I got good at making them is because I had to repay Pope somehow when he let me crash on his couch. He’s a sucker for brownies so I made them for us several times a week. Had to stop eventually, when I had to open two new holes in my belt,” he chuckles and pats his soft little belly. 

“Yeah, they taste too good to be healthy,” you say, scooping up another bite with some cream. “My college roommate made ‘special’ brownies but they were always dry as cardboard. If they’d been as good as these I'd have been permanently high.” 

“Hang on, cariño,” Frankie says and captures your chin with his fingers, leaning forward, “you’ve got cream on your lip.” 

“I could just lick it off, you know,” you smile as he bends close to your face. 

“I know, but it’s more fun if I do it,” he smirks and laps at the corner of your mouth with the tip of his tongue, catching the small blob of cream and moving to the other corner, placing a soft kiss there. 

Once he’s thoroughly made sure there’s no more cream on your lips, you’re both out of breath and Frankie’s hand has found its way under your shirt again, grabbing hold of your hip. 

“I think we’re done with dinner, hermosa,” he mumbles against your lips. “Do you wanna watch The Shining or have sex?” You can hear him smiling and when you look up at him his mischievous eyes are crinkling at the corners. 

“You brought the dvd, didn’t you?” you ask and he nods, his smile growing wider. “So you're offering your favourite horror film or sex with you?” 

“A pretty sweet offer I think,” he winks. 

“For you, I’m not sure what I’m getting out of it,” you pout as he tugs you up from the chair and pulls you towards your living room. 

“You get the special edition Francisco Morales commentary track to The Shining, complementary wide shoulders to hide behind, and as an added bonus, I’ll throw in extra cuddles,” he pushes you down on your couch with a pleased grin as you try to hide your smile, rolling your eyes at him. 

“Or we can watch something else, cariño,” he says, “really, we don’t have to watch The Shining if you don’t want to, I know you don’t like horror films,” he’s crouched down by the couch and he’s looking at you earnestly, “But The Shining is really special.” 

“Well, how can I say no to the special edition commentary track and extra cuddles?” you laugh and Frankie beams, standing up again. 

“I’ll just get the dvd, it’s in my bag.” 

He comes back after a detour to the kitchen, bringing in the brownies and the whipped cream, and puts in the dvd. You hit play as he settles in the corner of the couch, his long legs outstretched across it, and makes you scoot up so that you can lean against his chest. He wraps an arm around you, bending down and pressing a kiss on your cheek as the opening credits begin to roll. 

…

It’s Frankie’s quiet shuffling across your bedroom that wakes you up early next morning, you see his naked butt tiptoe across the floor as he slips out through the door, towards the bathroom. Rolling over, you stretch out, feeling the ache in your limbs from last night’s activities. The movie had been just as scary as you’d anticipated but Frankie’s warm presence behind your back, and  his running commentary, made it less so and you’d only jumped twice, much to his amusement.

And as the movie ended he’d made good on his words about extra cuddles that soon turned to heated kisses on every patch of skin either of you could find. You felt the burn in your thighs this morning, a memory from riding him on the couch, and you know you’ve probably got bruises on your hips from where he’d gripped you, guiding you up and down over his cock. 

“Hermosa, did I wake you?” Frankie whispers in a low voice when he sees you awake, laying down again and pulling you in towards his chest. 

“Yeah, I heard you get up but it’s fine, I woke up to a nice view of your butt,” you smile and wrap your arm around his hip, grabbing a handful of his buttock. You’d spent some time admiring it yesterday, much to Frankie’s embarrassment, he didn’t seem to think he was much to look at, too unfit now compared to his twenties and to some of his younger friends. You’d made sure to show him how wrong he was by sucking a mark into his cute butt while holding him down on the couch, Frankie yelping and giggling under you. He’d returned the favour, flipping you over and sinking his teeth into your plush flesh, you can feel it now as his hand smooths over your back, sliding down over your buns. He is giving you a sleepy smile, still not fully awake, and your heart clenches at his ruffled curls and bed creased cheeks. 

“You look a little bit like a dandelion head,” you smile and push your fingers through his hair, scraping your nails along his scalp. He immediately closes his eyes as he sighs contentedly and leans his head into your hand. 

“Keep doing that,” he hums and you drag your nails across his scalp again. “I’m never leaving your bed, cariño.” 

You smile and keep caressing him, “You don’t have to, Frankie,” you whisper, his soft moans letting you know he’s slowly slipping back into sleep. Your own eyes start to droop as his soft curls slip under your fingertips and soon you’re asleep again with your head on Frankie’s arm. 

…

When you next wake, a couple of hours later, it's to a very different sensation. You’ve turned, or been turned, and now Frankie’s arm is wrapped around your waist, his chest against your back and the very distinct outline of his hard on lined up along your butt. He’s very much awake, and doing his best to wake you too with gentle kisses along your shoulder, moving slowly up the side of your neck. The sensation of the tip of his tongue touching your skin, a small taste of you, before he presses a mellow kiss on the spot, has you sighing before you’re fully conscious. 

As his warm palm starts smoothing across your hip, you shift your weight and turn your head towards him, opening your eyes and seeing his unruly dark curls, his lips still pressed to your neck. 

“Morning, hermosa,” he mumbles, moving up to press kisses along your jaw before he reaches your lips. His hand caresses down over the soft swell of your stomach and glides up, cupping one of your breasts in his large palm, he can feel the nipple hardening as he strokes across it. 

He pulls back from your lips and gives you a smile, “You felt so good, I got a bit excited,” he says, looking a little bit sheepish, “I couldn’t keep myself from kissing you.” 

“It’s definitely my new favourite way of being woken up,” you stifle a small yawn and reach up to cup his cheek, feeling his scruffy beard against your hand as he bends down and kisses you again. His tongue dips into your mouth, the sensation making your thighs clench together involuntarily and push against his back. His hand is still caressing your breast, moving from one to the other with slow fingertips circling each hard little pebble until you moan, his lips still on yours. His hips are gently rocking into you, seeking friction for the hot length of his cock pressed between you both and you feel a wet heat spreading between your legs. 

“Frankie..” you mumble, pulling away from his lips a little, “touch me, please, I wanna feel your fingers inside me.”

“Anything you want, hermosa,” he whispers and places a last kiss on you. Turning his head he watches his hand slide down the gentle swell of your stomach and take hold of your thigh, helping you lift it over his hip, opening you up so that his fingers can disappear between your legs as his palm cups your pussy. The gentle touch pulls a low sigh from you and you push your hips back, spreading yourself more for him. 

He watches with dark eyes as his index finger caresses your slit, gathering the silky liquid that’s already leaked out, slipping in between your folds without resistance. It’s warm, almost hot, and the more he lets his fingers slide along every inch of satiny surface, the more your breathing becomes laboured, your head leaning back against his shoulder. He’s moving slowly, slowly building you up, dipping in, circling lazy patterns around your clit, slipping out again and it’s all making you whimper lightly. He lets a finger slip all the way inside, curling up and flexing against that delicate spot just inside and when you gasp and push against his fingers, he lets a second one slip in, his thumb finding your clit. He rubs tight little circles around it while his fingers slip in and out, moving faster, matching your rhythm as your hips start bucking against his hand. 

You turn your head, leaning back, so that you can reach his mouth and kiss him, taste his tongue that he slips into you at the same time as he slides a third finger to your slick pussy. The stretch of his thick fingers makes you cry out against him, his hand moving faster in and out, tension rising rapidly in your muscles as you contract around his fingers. Frankie’s mouth leaves yours as he presses himself to the sensitive spot just under your ear, the tip of his tongue slipping across it, searing marks into your skin with his mouth. 

“Come on, beautiful girl,” he whispers against your throat before pushing himself up so that he can look down at you, “open your eyes, hermosa. I want to see when you come. I can feel how close you are.” His fingers dip in and out of you, curling and rubbing against every nerve in your pussy while his thumb increases in speed over your clit, adding pressure and friction to the very spot all your tension seems to be focused on. 

“You’re so wet and tight around my fingers, cariño,” Frankie moans, “I wanna feel you grip my cock with this snug little pussy, I can’t fucking wait to drive my cock deep inside you again.” His hips are rocking firmly against your back, his cock smearing wet marks on your skin, trying to ease some of his own tension. The sensation of his fingers in your pussy and his hard cock jerking against your back makes you convulse, your thighs shaking and a whimpering escapes you as your climax hits, fighting to keep your eyes on Frankie’s dark gaze as his words push you over the edge. You cry out for him as he relentlessly continues to push his fingers in and out of your hole, working you through the orgasm, dragging it out, watching you with hunger as your eyes roll back and you whine incoherently under him. 

As you start relaxing, Frankie gently pulls his fingers out of you and lifts down your leg from his hip. 

“I’ll be right back,” he says in a tight voice, the tension in his cock making moving difficult, “I just need to get a condom, they’re in my bag.” 

“Frankie,” you reach out and take hold of his arm, “if you’ve been tested you don’t have to, I’m on birth control and I haven’t been with anyone since my last check up.” 

Frankie draws a deep breath and moves back towards you, “Cariño, got tested regularly after…are you sure?” “I want you to come inside me, please, Frankie,” you plead and you see his eyes shift into something desperate, something greedy, and it translates into how he fits himself behind your back, grabbing hold of your leg and pulling it back up over his hip again, his fingers digging into the meat of your thigh.  

“Anything you want, hermosa,” he echoes his words from earlier, a strained edge to his voice, and you feel the head of his cock push against your opening. You’re wet and slick and he slides through the silky folds with one impatient thrust, making you writhe against him when he stretches you fully with a loud growl. From behind his cock drags along new nerves inside you and the sensation makes your muscles tighten around him, making Frankie stutter as he tries to pull out. 

“Fuck…I can’t fucking move, your pussy is holding onto me so tight, cariño,” he lets out a breathless chuckle, the grip on his cock feels like a firm, hot vise. 

“Frankie, baby, please move,” you plead, pushing your ass back against him and forcing your muscles to relax a little around him. With a groan Frankie drags the head to the edge of your opening and pushes back in, one hand holding onto your hip, the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him. He sets a hard pace, short, fast thrusts, no patience left in him at the thought of coming inside you, feeling it fill you up and seeing it drip out when he’s done. And he tells you as much as he grinds his hips into your backside. 

“You don’t know…what you do…letting me come…inside you,” he pants in staccato as his cock buries itself deep inside, making your hands fist anything it can reach as the blinding ecstasy starts building up inside both of you. “Let me…let me fuck…let me fuck you…full…hermosa…” He’s getting close, his hips moving faster, slapping against your back. You reach down and let your fingers slide over your clit and Frankie moans as he watches your fingers rub over your sensitive bundle, making your body spasm and arch against him. 

“Make it feel good, baby,” he breathes into your ear as you whimper, your breath becoming ragged, and he feels the first erratic convulsions of your pussy clamp down on his cock. With a strangled cry you tense up, your fingers rubbing faster on your clit as Frankie tries to hold his own climax at bay, working you through your own. But when you start whimpering his name, “Frankie..oh, fuck, F…F…Frankie, please,” he looses it. With a hoarse shout he slams his cock as deep as he can, grinding down, his release starting to spill out, filling you up as your pussy clenches and trembles around him. He holds onto you like a man drowning, his arm around your waist pulling you as close as he can as he groans and pumps himself deep, emptying inside you. 

Frankie’s hot body is pressed so close to you as you slowly start coming down from your high, his heavy breathing next to your ear. He’s groaning in a low deep voice, still tightly wrapped around you. 

“Never letting you go, hermosa,” he mumbles, moving his arm up so that he can cup your cheek and gently tilt your head towards him. 

“Don’t, Frankie,” you smile and his soft, brown eyes give you a drowsy one in return. He presses a sweet, small kiss on your lips and lets slip a contented sigh. You slide your hand into his curls and relax against him. You can feel his seed slide out of you as Frankie pulls out with a hiss and fits himself against your back again. 

“Sorry ‘bout the mess,” he mumbles, “I’ll clean us up in a little bit.”

“No rush, just stay close to me, Frankie,” you whisper back and wrap his arm tighter around your torso, you can feel him bury his nose against the back of your neck and breathe in.

“You’re the best man I’ve ever met, Frankie,” you say after a while, turning your head so that you can look at him, he raises his eyebrows in disbelief. 

“You’re only saying that because I just made you come twice,” he replies with a small smirk. 

“Not true, you’re really the best man I’ve ever met, the many orgasms are just a bonus,” you gently tap the tip of his nose with your finger and he smiles, kissing you, soft warm lips against your own. 

“You’re so generous and smart, Frankie, and kind and funny,” you say as he looks down at you again. “And that’s only what I’ve got from knowing you for less than two weeks.” You smile as you see Frankie’s cheeks turn pink in a way that has nothing to do with the heat of the sex you just had. “You’re really amazing, Frankie, and I don’t want you to let me go.” 

Frankie’s shy smile makes your heart tighten as he leans in and buries his face in the crook of your neck. “I don’t even know what to say, cariño,” he mumbles, “I like how you make me feel when I’m with you, you make me all those things.” He presses a kiss to your neck before he pulls back up, his cheeks flushed, “I want to be better when I’m with you, be someone you deserve, so that I’m good enough for you.” 

“Frankie, sweetheart,” you coo, “you’re already just as good as I’d ever want you to be, you could never not be good enough. You make me feel so good when I’m with you, I feel like it’s just easy being with you, and that’s all you, just you.” 

Frankie stares at you for a few seconds, the blush still creeping up his neck, and then he pulls you around so that you’re nose to nose with him, your chest pressed against his. He grabs your face, cupping your cheeks with warm hands, and kisses you fervently. Pulling you close until he can just roll you over and he’s on top, pressing you into the bed with his hands still holding your face. When he finally pulls back an inch, looking down at your open mouth, your flushed cheeks and closed eyes, the words are on the tip of his tongue, almost spilling out. He feels it, his chest expanding with the enormity of it, his mouth hovering over the first syllable as his heart pounds under his ribs. He’s right on the precipice, ready to jump, hoping you’ll jump with him. 

But his nerves fail him, when you open your eyes and look up at him, he chokes on it, remembering all the times he’s messed up in his life. He bites back his words, fighting against his instinct, and when you brush your fingers along his patchy beard, that damn beard he can never grow, and asks if he wants breakfast, all he can do is nod.

“I can make you breakfast here but there’s also a really good breakfast place a few minutes away,” you say, “they do one of those English breakfast plates that’s insane and keeps you full for like the rest of the day.” You look up at Frankie and he has an odd look on his face, “You ok?” you ask, pushing back the hair that’s fallen over his forehead. 

“Yeah, I just…just got a bit, I’m a bit mind-blown over how much good you think of me, cariño, I guess I’m not used to..to someone thinking so much of me.”

"I'm sorry if it was too much, I just -" 

"No no, it's not that!" Frankie interrupts you, "it definitely wasn't too much, I want to be all of those things for you, I just hope I can, that I…" he flounders, searching for the right words. "I...just really like you, and I think it's easy being with you too, I just don't wanna fuck it up." He smiles, looking down at you with soft eyes, hoping you'll understand what he’s saying even though he can't bring himself to say it yet. 

"I really like you too, Frankie, so…I like you, you like me?" you say, returning his smile and making his heart flutter. “And I don’t think you’ll fuck up, really, I don’t. I was the one who freaked out last Friday and ran off, you fixed it, in case you didn’t notice. So it’s really one point to me on the fuck up score board,” you reach up and kiss him as he smiles.

“You can never fuck up, hermosa.” 

“Famous last words, Morales,” you snort, as he lets you push yourself up from underneath him, but he pulls you in for a kiss and you wrap your arms around him, sitting on his lap. 

"Breakfast," you say, "full English or PB&J?" 

"Full English, definitely, I think I know the place you mean," Frankie replies, "but I need a shower first. Wanna join me, cariño?" he grins, grabbing hold of your butt and standing up, making you squeal as you take hold of him to stop yourself from sliding off him. 

…

It's definitely closer to lunch when you finally make it out of the house, Frankie taking advantage of shower time to show you exactly how good he is with his tongue. 

"That's four so far today," he smirked as he held you up, your legs threatening to fold under the weight of the orgasms he'd just coaxed from you. 

You could only give him a weak smile, catching your breath as the blood pounded in your ears. 

…

Frankie’s truck is parked in front of your apartment building, the English all-day-breakfast restaurant is a short drive away and he soon pulls into the parking lot up front. As you climb down from the wide bench seat your stomach grumbles, making you giggle as Frankie puts his hand on his chest in a mock scandalised gesture before taking your hand. 

"Really, cariño, it sounds like someone made you come four times before breakfast?," he says, raising his eyebrows before cracking a wide grin, "Oh yeah, that was me! I did that!" he chuckles proudly as you give him a playful slap across the chest, making him laugh louder and pull you into his arms, kissing you as he walks you backwards towards the entrance of the restaurant. He looks up to guide the two of you past an elderly couple crossing the lot and comes to a sudden stop. 

"Oh, fuck…" he groans as he spots two men grinning at him through one of the big windows. You look up and turn your head to see what's changed his mood and see the two men smiling and waving for you to come inside and join them. 

"Who are they?" you ask, looking up at Frankie who is looking annoyed, "Do you wanna go somewhere else?" 

"Yes, and no," he grumbles, "I really want the English breakfast." He looks down at you, "They’re old friends from the army, they were at the bar with Pope when we met. Maybe we can just say hi and then get our own table?" 

"Oh yeah, I recognise them now I think. To be honest, I wasn't paying much attention to your friends that night," you smile at him, "but I don't mind just meeting them or having breakfast with them, I’m fine with whatever, Frankie.”

“Alright, we’ll say hi and they can get their jokes in,” Frankie opens the door to the restaurant and you’re met by a stressed looking hostess. 

“Hi folks, table for two? I’m afraid we’re completely full right now but I might be able to seat you in like an hour if you’d like to come back?” 

“Umm…I don’t know,” Frankie says, looking at you, “what do you want to do, cariño?” 

“Hey, Frankie! Imagine seeing you here!” 

An overly cheerful voice cuts over Frankie’s question as a big blonde guy slaps Frankie on the back and grins at you. 

“Hi, I’m Benny Miller, nice to meet you finally!” he puts his hand out to you and you can’t help but smile at him as you shake his hand. He’s got the energy of a golden retriever. 

“Hey, Benny,” Frankie says, giving the man a, maybe slightly harder slap than necessary, on the back. 

“They seem pretty swamped, why don’t you join us at our table? They can do that right?” Benny looks at the hostess who nods, seeming relieved that she’ll have two less guests to worry about. 

“What do you say, cariño? You ok with that?” Frankie’s slightly worried look makes you take his hand and squeeze it lightly. 

“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. Thanks Benny,” you say, turning back to the blonde guy who’s still grinning ear to ear. 

“Great, follow me!”

Benny leads you over to the booth by the window where the other blonde guy you remember from the bar is sitting. As you get to the table he stands up and gives Frankie a quick hug before holding out his hand to you. 

“I’m Will Miller, it’s nice to meet you but I hope we’re not ruining your date or anything? My brother got a bit excited” 

“Shut up, Will,” Benny says while sliding back into his seat, Frankie sitting next to him and Will offering you the seat next to himself. 

“No, we’re just getting some breakfast, the place is packed so it’s lucky you guys were here 

or we would’ve been waiting an hour,” you say, giving Benny a grateful smile. 

“Breakfast date or morning aft- ” Benny looks between Frankie and you with a wide, shit eating grin. 

“Ok!” Frankie says loudly, cutting across Benny’s question, “did you guys order yet?” We were gonna get the full English breakfast plate.” 

“Yeah, same,” Will says, “we’re just waiting on the waitress, we got here and had to wait at the bar for a bit.” He scans the room and spots a waitress and gives her a wave and soon enough you’ve placed your orders while you field questions from Benny. He’s going through them like you’re at a job interview and it doesn’t take Frankie long to slap the back of his head.

“Cállate, pendejo, give her a chance to breathe,” he says, giving Benny a stern look that makes you giggle as Will shakes his head next to you. 

“I apologise for my brother, but we’ve been pretty curious about you, haven’t seen Frankie this excited about anyone in, well, ever really,” he says, “I know you guys only just started dating and I’m guessing Frankie was gonna wait a bit longer before he sprung all of us on you.” 

“Like two to three years…” Frankie grumbles. 

“And I hope we don’t scare you off, Frankie’s our brother, and we wanna see him happy.” Will ends his little speech with a sincere look at you and you feel like you want to hug him. 

“Thanks Will, that’s really nice,” you smile, both at Will and Frankie, who’s looking pretty uncomfortable. “I really like Frankie, so I’m sure I’ll be able to put up with your brother, if I have to. Are you very attached to him?” You turn a very serious face to Will with a questioning look as Benny widens his eyes and splutters a protest but Will laughs and hooks his arm around your shoulder with a grin and looks over at Frankie. “I like her, she’s a keeper.” he says and Frankie chuckles, “Yeah, she’s a keeper alright.” 

You know Will probably catches the quick wink Frankie gives you but it doesn’t matter. You smile at him and feel how his happy face makes you feel warm inside. You fight down the urge to reach across the table and touch his sweet, scruffy beard, instead you smile at him again and hope he can feel how good he makes you feel just by being himself. 

“Food!” Benny suddenly exclaims as he spots a waiter walking towards your table with a big tray. Four huge plates are set down and extra dishes in the middle, the Miller brother’s had ordered extras of almost everything and the table practically groans under the weight of all the platters as the waiter pours coffee for you all. 

You all tuck in to the spread and soon everyone is groaning and picking favourites. You proclaim the little sausages to be the best thing ever and when you look away Frankie sneaks his last sausage over onto your plate, earning him a drawn out “Awwww…” from Benny. 

“So what do you two do, are you still in the army?” you ask Will as you load baked beans onto your toast. 

“No, we left around the same time as Frankie, we all realised there was nothing left for us there.” Will shakes his head and Benny chimes in, “We all sort of knew it was heading in the wrong direction, and…” he looks over at Frankie, “well…we saw how you were doing, man, and it was a wake up call, at least for me.”

“Yeah, pretty much the only good thing that came out of it,” Frankie says, stabbing a piece of bacon.

“So the irony is, that I’m a motivational speaker, for the army,” Will says with a crooked smile. 

“And I kick the shit out of people, legally,” Benny quips, I’m an MMA fighter.” 

“And Pope runs a private security firm,” Frankie fills in. 

“You’ve met Pope?” Benny asks, helping himself to more fried bread. 

“Yeah, I ran into him and Frankie at the supermarket on Thursday,” you reply. “And I know he made a bet with Frankie to get my number,” you smile. 

“Yeah, he was pissed when he had to pay up!” Will laughs, “You know it was for a hundred dollars right?”

“What?!” you exclaim, “a hundred? I thought it was for like twenty of something. We should’ve gone to a fancier restaurant on Sunday, Frankie.” 

Frankie chuckles, “I still have money left from it, I’ll take you out tonight, cariño, make him pay for both dates.” 

“He must’ve been really certain you wouldn’t get my number.” 

“More like, Pope really wanted Frankie to get some,” Benny says and you practically choke on your coffee, trying hard to not laugh out loud. Frankie folds his arms over his head, cap and all, and hides his face against the table as Will throws his hands in the air. 

“Jesus fucking christ, Benny! Filterless much?!” 

“What?” Benny blurts out, “it’s true! Frankie’s a great guy and we’ve been saying for months he should start dating. And now he’s met a beautiful woman, thanks to a little encouragement from Pope! And as an added bonus, she likes him too.”

“I’m going to the fucking restroom,” Frankie groans and gets up, giving you a pained look that makes you giggle. 

“I would’ve given you my number without the bet too,” you smile at him and he bends and gives you a quick kiss. 

“Thanks, hermosa,” he whispers before he walks away.  

“I’m gonna go too,” Benny says and follows, leaving you alone with Will at the table. He looks at the two men as they retreat across the restaurant and then turns, twisting in the booth so that he’s turned to you. 

“So, while Frankie’s gone and I won’t embarrass him,” he begins, “in all seriousness, Frankie is a really good guy, one of the best. And I know he’s told you about what he’s been through and you’re great for giving him a chance. The women he’s dated long enough for me to meet, they’ve run a mile the second he mentions the coke, or his daughter. So, thanks for not doing that to him,” Will gives you a grateful smile. 

“Honestly, I got really scared when I saw how violent he is capable of being, I panicked, totally,” you confess, “but I like him, Will, I really like him, and after he was brave enough to tell me about what he’s been through, I don’t feel worried about giving this a try.”

“Yeah, he’s been through some tough shit but he’s still a great guy and although he is sometimes a bit of a dumbass, he won’t ever willingly hurt you, or anyone he cares about.” 

Will looks over at you, a thoughtful look in his eyes. “You’ve got to know that Frankie’s already serious about you, really serious. Pope saw it at the supermarket, I talked to him yesterday, and I’ve seen it here, just the way he acts around you, the way he looks at you. Pope’s never seen him like this before, and neither have I, you’re special to him, already. And once Frankie’s committed to someone, friend, family or girlfriend, he’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe and happy. He would die for his little girl and I’ve seen him risk his life for me and the rest of the guys more than once. We all owe him our lives, one way or another. And now you’re one of Frankie’s priorities too, and he will do whatever it takes to make you happy.” 

Will’s eyebrows knit together in a serious look, his eyes on you, “I don’t know you very well yet but I’m telling you this, he will do whatever it takes to make you happy, don’t make him regret that.” 

“I can’t promise a happy ending, Will, but-”  

He shakes his head, “No, no, I don’t expect you to promise you’ll never leave, or never break up or something like that. I just want you to know that I can see how special you are to him and that if this doesn’t work out, just be honest with him.” 

“I can at least promise that, to be honest. And for what it’s worth, Will, I think he’s very special too and he knows I think that, I told him this morning,” you smile at Will, his loyalty and love for his friends evident as he looks at you with sincerity and nods. 

“Alright, then I’m just gonna get off my stage and keep my fingers crossed for you kids,” he cracks a smile, “I bet I know exactly how Frankie reacted when you told him you think he’s special. He blushed and didn’t believe you, probably didn’t want to take credit for it.” 

“You really do know him very well,” you laugh, “that’s pretty much spot on.” 

“Yeah, the only compliments Frankie easily accepts are the ones that compliment his flying skills.” 

“What about my flying skills?” Frankie says, suddenly appearing next to the table with Benny in tow. 

“I was saying you’ve got really good flying skills, gotten us out of some pretty tight spots over the years.” Will lies smoothly, shooting you a quick grin. 

“Yeah, well, someone’s got to get you guys out of trouble when shit goes sideways,” Frankie mutters, taking your hand and making you sit down on his side of the booth. “You sit next to Will now,” he says to Benny who slides in next to his brother while Frankie wraps his arm around shoulders, pulling you into his side and kissing your cheek. 

The waiter comes over to take any orders for dessert and to your astonishment Benny immediately orders two desserts. 

“For the table,” he grins when he sees your surprised look. 

“Benny has hollow legs,” Frankie explains to you, “practically a bottomless pit.” 

“Says the guy who I’ve, on multiple occasions, seen demolish twelve carnitas at El Chibiski.” Benny shoots back grinning. “That was once, and I’d been flying for eleven hours straight,” Frankie snorts, “don’t believe a word this guy says, cariño.” 

“To be fair, Fish…” Will begins and Frankie throws him a murderous look that makes you laugh out loud. 

“I’m gonna get all your secrets from these guys, Frankie,” 

“Not if I have a say in it,” he grumbles but he’s smiling when he looks at you, and you reach up to press a kiss to his soft looking lips, not caring what Will and Benny says. Frankie tightens his grip on you and kisses you back more than you expected, a long, wet kiss that leaves you slightly breathless and makes Benny groan dramatically. 

Over your shoulder Frankie gives him the finger as he continues to kiss you, not letting anything get in the way of showing you how much he wants this, how much he wants you. 

Chapter 7

[cozzzynook]

In Nyon. When they want to bond with someone they cook them a special meal. Rodimus does this and invites Ratchet and Drift over wanting to bond with them.

Except for some reason everyone thinks he's a bad cook even though he's not. Drift and Ratchet both refuse claiming they don't want to get food poisoned or die.

Rodimus is devastated thinking they don't want to bond with him.

Rodimus is so hurt when they refuse to eat his cooking.

He doesn’t know where the rumor that he couldn’t cook came from but he refuses to let it ruin his chance to be with Drift and Ratchet.

He’s extremely hurt they didn’t trust him when he said he could cook but he thinks of his track record and doesn’t blame them, even if he never lied to them.

He goes down to the main kitchen and cooks out in the open for the first time outside of being with the wreckers who loved his food.

Perceptor knew immediately who it was and stood right beside Rodimus with a bowl waiting for fuel.

Everyone thought Perceptor was crazy…until they smelled the food.

Suddenly every bot on board the ship wanted Rodimus’s food but he refused to give any away saw for perceptor who was family. He intended for his food to go to drift and ratchet who were the only bots missing save for Megatron.

Drift and Ratchet heard the commotion and went to check it out and saw mechs and femmes surrounding Rodimus who was cooking. They were shocked by how good the food smelled and doubt started creeping up their spinal struts as they inhaled the delicious aroma.

They finally got behind Rodimus and he beamed at them, asking them to try it.

With hesitation, they did so and immediately regretted ever saying Rodimus couldn’t cook.

They apologized profusely while asking for another bowl and that made Rodimus spoiler bounce as he gave them more.

The crowd dispersed and some recognized the courting gesture and were disappointed. They missed out.

“So?”

“We were wrong kid, ya can really cook.”

“Thanks,” Rodimus practically floated in his seat, “but..i just gotta know, who told you I couldn’t cook?”

He had an adorable confused expression that was combating their sheepish ones.

“I saw the mech throw up after eating your food while we were with the wreckers,” Drift said rubbing his helm.

Rodimus looked confused for a moment until he realized who Drift was talking about.

“The food wasn’t bad Drift. That bolt brain was allergic to that dish because of the sulfur I use in it. He knew that but he still wanted to eat it anyway because and I quote, “the taste was worth it.”

“Wait? You mean that bolt brain Dripper? I treated him for his fragged up tanks after eating what Rodimus made. That idiot ingested the food knowing it’d make him sick?”

“Hehe, yeah, we tried to tell him it wasn’t worth it but he did it anyway,” Rodimus laughed.

“We’re sorry for not believing you roddy,” Drift said looking guilt ridden.

“Sort kid, we should’ve believed you.”

“Its f-Megs?”

Out of the corner of his optic Rodimus saw Megatron’s servo slowly sneaking the big pot of food from the burner as he had a spoon in his intake.

“…i knew not to believe those rumors. I knew you could cook by your arms,” Megatron stated with a blush as he looked into the pot and at Rodimus’s blushing surprised face.

“…Its a wonderful Nyon tradition,” Megatron said, not making optic contact and looking awkward before taking a big gulp of the pot and rushing off with it.

“Hey! Megs! Wait what!! Who told you about the arm thing!! And how did you know the tradition??!”

Rodimus was standing with a servo outstretched as he blushed and his spoiler pulled in.

“What was that about?”

Drift looked confused with Ratchet and Rodimus covered his face plates feeling his spark spin faster.

Rodimus couldn’t answer as he felt his frame grow hot and his processor jumble.

He intended for the fuel to go to Drift and Ratchet…but now Megs…and he knew! He knew what it meant!”

‘What do i do now?’

[mercillery]

ADMIRALS AS TEACHERS

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD + MODERN AU???

CHARACTERS: Akainu + Kizaru + Aokiji

NOTES: This was has been sitting in my drafts for a while... Also, to whoever sent in requests yes I am working on them just give me time please <3

AKAINU

Honestly, Akainu would likely teach a subject that requires an unwavering commitment to discipline, structure, and a strong sense of justice. Subjects such as ethics, law, or history seem to be right up his alley. Specifically, I envision him as an Advanced Placement (AP) History teacher. His approach to teaching would be strict and authoritarian, instilling both respect and a sense of fear among his students. 99% of the students in his class are driven by fear of him rather than actual motivation to learn. That being said, the atmosphere in his classroom would be one of constant pressure and high expectations, which almost every student finds overwhelming and intimidating. 

Akainu would demand nothing short of absolute perfection. He would have zero tolerance for disobedience or laziness, expecting his students to show the same dedication and rigor that he himself embodies. Any form of attitude or defiance would be met with immediate consequences—Akainu would not hesitate to expel a disruptive student from his classroom without a second thought. Is spending time outside the classroom better than being stuck in his class? Probably. But your chances of failing his class have probably just increased by a lot, and he will absolutely catch on if you’re just being disobedient to skip his class. So don’t abuse this.

His primary focus would be on the material being taught rather than on his students' personal feelings or stress levels. To him, the importance of the subject matter would always trump any student's grievances or frustrations. He would expect his students to maintain a laser-sharp focus, regardless of how they feel about school on any given day—meaning that you’ve got to bring your A game to his class every day. It’s that or nothing. Even if you’re grieving or stressed like crazy, he expects you to give it your all, no matter what. Sorry! 

Akainu motivates his students through a combination of fear and respect rather than through encouragement or praise. He firmly believes that the fear of failure and its consequences is a powerful motivator, driving students to excel in their studies and adhere to his exacting standards. For students who are particularly afraid of failing or falling short of his expectations, Akainu's methods can be both terrifying and effective. The fear of disappointing him or not meeting his high standards often has students working themselves to the brink, sweating blood, and shedding tears to avoid his wrath. Despite the intense pressure, those who manage to channel their fear into diligence and hard work will find that they can succeed in his class! And yes, he does notice when his students are actually trying and putting in effort; he just isn’t the type to announce it to the whole school building out loud.

His classroom is orderly, with students seated in neat, precise rows. He enforces assigned seating, meticulously choosing who sits where. And this isn’t a random arrangement; Akainu deliberately separates friends, ensuring they sit far apart, while placing those who aren't close right next to each other. This strategic seating plan is just another layer of his strict control over the classroom environment, much to the students' frustration. Moreover, the walls of his class are adorned with military posters and detailed maps of various historical battles. This carefully curated setting, combined with his demanding teaching style, ensures that students understand the weight of their education under his watchful eyes… 👁️ 👁️

To conclude, Akainu’s teaching methods are definitely controversial, as most view his strictness as too harsh or oppressive. However, he believes that it is necessary to prepare his students for the harsh realities of the world they will eventually enter. He has good intentions, believe me. He’s just too strict and intense.

AOKIJI

After mulling it over for a while, I still can't pinpoint the exact subject he would teach. Environmental science, literature, or geography all come to mind, but I can't decide :( Regardless of the subject, though, one thing is certain: he’s a student favorite for a multitude of reasons. Despite his frequent tardiness—honestly, he’s late to his own class more often than not. Students and faculty alike wonder how he manages to keep his teaching position. But the truth is, no one really cares because Aokiji is simply adored by everyone—specifically the students. His laid-back attitude and approachable demeanor make him the most beloved and popular teacher in the entire school. It's almost as if his popularity grants him immunity from the usual rules and expectations. He’s the kind of teacher who leaves a lasting impression—the one students talk about long after they've graduated.

As I mentioned just now, Aokiji has a habit of arriving late to his own class, but his students don’t mind because that just means they get more time to chill. His tardiness has become a running joke among the students too. In fact, it’s almost a tradition at this point. Despite his late arrivals, Aokiji makes up for it by staying late to help students who need extra assistance. If you're wondering about his usual delay, it's typically just a few minutes. However, on Mondays, Thursdays, or any of those universally dreaded days, he can be 20–30 minutes late at best.

Unlike Akainu, Aokiji very much cares about his students' well-being, even if it’s not immediately apparent. Despite his tired and nonchalant appearance during class, he absolutely cares—trust me on this. If you’re struggling to focus on school because of other issues weighing on your mind, you can turn to Aokiji. He’s always ready to listen, and he’ll never dismiss your concerns. Whether you need to talk things through or just need some space, he’s there to support you. He might suggest signing you up for a guidance counselor or offering some time alone to collect your thoughts. Whatever you need to feel more comfortable and less stressed, Aokiji will do his best to accommodate. His students know they can rely on him, not just as a teacher but as a genuine source of support and understanding.

His class is... messy? Chaotic? Unorganized? Probably all three. Desks are scattered haphazardly around the room, with some areas having far more desks than others. Aokiji doesn’t care where his students sit as long as they aren’t too disruptive. He’s the kind of teacher who gives his students the freedom to arrange themselves. Some students take advantage of this by placing their desks close to his, eager to chat and interact with him since they absolutely enjoy talking with him. If Akainu ever walked into Aokiji’s class, he’d probably have a stroke. The disarray and lack of strict order would be too much for him to handle. But for Aokiji and his students, this chaotic setup works perfectly.

Aokiji is also known for his patience with his students. When one or a group of students become too disruptive, he lets it slide a few times, but with each incident, he becomes a bit more firm—not mean, just firm. He understands that students need a bit of leeway, and his relaxed approach reflects that. Despite his leniency, he rarely has to make students change their seats for being disruptive. His students usually get the message after a few warnings and straighten up, likely because they genuinely like and respect him as a teacher. However, if a student is being outright disrespectful or causing problems for him or another student, that's when Aokiji's demeanor changes. He becomes noticeably firm and directly addresses the issue. He’ll tell the student that they need to either chill out or take a walk around the school for a few minutes to cool off. When something like this happens, the entire class becomes captivated. It's almost as if every student suddenly has a bowl of popcorn, eagerly watching the situation unfold. They relish not only the chaos of the situation but also the rare moment of seeing Aokiji get serious, given his usual laid-back attitude.

In conclusion, Aokiji is one of the coolest teachers in the building. That’s about it. Everyone loves him and wishes to have him as their teacher for every class.

KIZARU

I'm definitely getting physics teacher vibes here... Yeah, Kizaru would be the perfect fit for teaching physics. Physics can be really complicated and confusing, but with his laid-back attitude, you'll feel much more at ease. His relaxed approach helps take the edge off, so you won’t find yourself too stressed out or panicking when grappling with the subject matter. And there’s an added bonus: Kizaru speaks incredibly slowly (like in the anime lol), which gives you plenty of time to process everything he’s saying. This means you can really take in the information and understand it better, rather than feeling overwhelmed by a barrage of fast-paced explanations. So, even if physics isn’t your strong suit, Kizaru’s teaching style makes it a lot more approachable for you.

Now, unlike other teachers, Kizaru actually goes out of his way to make his class entertaining and engaging. He understands that while some students can push through the boredom and focus solely on the material, others struggle with staying attentive. He completely gets it—he’d be bored too if his own class was dull. With this in mind, Kizaru uses everyday objects and interactive demonstrations to bring physics concepts to life. Whether he's using a simple toy car to explain inertia or demonstrating wave interference with water in a tub, he makes sure that the principles of physics are not only accessible but also enjoyable to learn. Additionally, Kizaru infuses his lessons with humor and a touch of sarcasm, making jokes that keep the class lively. His witty remarks and playful banter can quickly recapture the attention of his students if their minds start to wander. And just like that, in no time, he wins over his students, making physics a subject they look forward to rather than dread.

Kizaru is incredibly patient with his students. He never rushes them and always takes the time to ensure that everyone understands the material before moving on. If a student is struggling, he's always ready to offer one-on-one help. His supportive approach fosters a casual atmosphere where students feel comfortable asking questions and participating in discussions! For those who are too nervous to ask questions in front of the class, Kizaru has a special approach. He makes it a point to quietly check in with these students individually, asking if they have any questions or need further clarification. He understands that some students are just too shy or prefer not to speak up in a group setting, so he keeps a close eye on those who tend to be more reserved. This attentiveness ensures that everyone, even the quietest students, has their needs met. Kizaru’s ability to create a welcoming and supportive environment means that no one gets left behind!

Inside Kizaru's classroom, it's a hub of physics experiments and fascinating gadgets. From gyroscopes spinning on desks to pendulums swinging gracefully and intricate Rube Goldberg machines humming with activity, the room is alive with hands-on learning opportunities. The seating arrangement in Kizaru's class is designed to promote collaboration and lively discussions. Desks are often grouped in clusters, encouraging students to work together on projects and problem-solving exercises. What's more, Kizaru allows his students the freedom to choose their seating partners! However, he maintains a balance by gently addressing any disruptions that may arise. While students are generally free to sit where they please, he sets clear expectations for behavior. If there's occasional distraction, Kizaru might let it slide a couple of times, but he ensures that the focus remains on productive learning.

I feel like outside of just normal class, Kizaru leads or supports a physics club, where students can delve deeper into their interests, participate in science fairs, and engage in fun physics-related activities like building rockets or participating in robotics competitions.

Kizaru takes an understanding stance if he notices a student having difficulties because of personal problems like stress or other issues. He acknowledges the need for space and time to attend to personal problems and acknowledges that everyone encounters challenges occasionally. As a lenient and understanding teacher, Kizaru absolutely prioritizes the well-being of his students. If someone requires additional time to cope with personal challenges or simply needs a break to recharge, he's supportive and accommodating. Whether it's offering extensions on assignments, providing extra guidance, or simply lending a listening ear.

In summary, Kizaru's physics class is a dynamic blend of humor, creativity, and hands-on learning, transforming physics into an exciting and accessible subject for all his student!

[seongminiz]

mine / yours

first installment of Oh Distant You

minors dni ; dilf!minhee x fem reader ; 1540 words

warnings read The dilf!minhee post first or this wont make a lot of sense , fem reader , not specified age gap but around ~10 years , manipulation , cheating (not on reader) , minhee is a piece of shit omg , more angst than smut , idk if this counts as dubcon but reader is so emotionally vulnerable/unstable n he takes advantage of it so it might , manipulative minhee , unprotected sex , dacryphilia , chocking but not rlly , daddy kink , not proof read , the ending was half assed

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note its 3am i need to go to sleep just manipulative dilf minhee i fawking love u (yes this is unfortunately named after a wilbur song , i now hate him but the title was too good to change it god bless)

manipulative mf [sighs dreamily]

previously to the events of that post , when you first started hooking up with him it wasn't an exclusive thing, it just kind of happened, at some point you even stopped seeing each other and kind of went your own separate ways. minhee went back to his life as a 'good' husband and you tried seeing other people, finally finding someone else you were interested in romantically.

minhee would've never admitted it, but he was so jealous - to him, you were already his, and the idea of you messing around with men that aren't him and could never be on his level pissed him off.

you could do better. and that better is, of course, him.

long story short, the person you were seeing eventually broke your heart, leaving you distraught and with no idea of what to do. somehow, that brings you back to minhee, showing up at his doorstep on a rainy night looking for a comfort you know he could never give you.

minhee, on the other hand, knew you would be coming back sooner or later, which is why it doesn't take long before you're being pushed into a spare bedroom, your lips never leaving his as you try to ignore the painful clenching of your heart. maybe, if you repress it enough, the heartbreak will go away. maybe.

after all, you're jumping from one miserable situation to another. from someone who led you on, convinced you to finally give a chance to love, only to drop you after a few weeks because he 'wasn't ready for a relationship yet', 'didn't think you would actually get this far' and 'stopped seeing you romantically after a few dates'; to someone who didn't even bother to lead you on, give you the illusion of any romantic feelings, because he knew there was no need to bother, you would come back to him anyways.

the whole time minhee is fucking you he has one hand over your mouth to keep you quiet because you don't want his wife - who's peacefully sleeping in the room right next to this one - to hear you, do you?

he keeps saying how much better off you would be with him instead of some random guy your age who doesn't even know how to treat you right - as if a married man keeping you as his side piece and getting a power trip out of how dependent you are on him is any better, but he's already fucked you too dumb to realize that, and hes basically drilling all of that into your mind (just like hes mercilessly drilling his cock into your cunt) to make sure you'll keep coming back to him and him only.

he doesn't care when you start crying more - whether it's for pleasure or for the emotional state you're in , you don't know it either. minhee notices when he feels the tears running down on the hand he's still keeping over your mouth. your moans have died down by now, reduced to a bunch of pathetic quiet whimpers every time the tip of minhee's cock roughly hits your cervix.

still, he flips you around, if you want to sob your heart out on his cock you might as well give him a show of it. and he's not disappointed by the sight: your makeup smudged and faded out because of all the crying, the way you look at him like he's the only person that matters in the whole world and spread your legs silently begging him to put his cock back in.

you bring one of your hands to your mouth to bite your nail in a subconscious show of uneasiness - be it because of the sudden absence of minhee's body from yours or yet another show of your emotional state - and if it wasn't for the sexual nature of your situation minhee would almost find this and your big, pleading eyes endearing. albeit reluctantly, in that moment minhee has to admit to himself he has somewhat grown fond of you, of your little quirks and habits that he barely sees in the midst of sneaking around with you.

but deep down, minhee also knows he loves all of this for a way more fucked up reason: your vulnerability makes him feel powerful.

being on top of you like this, having you at his complete mercy makes him realize he's completely in control, he has you in the palm of his hand and he has no intention of letting you go.

he wants to see more of this, more of you crying for him, being so dependent on him you're reduced to nothing but a nonverbal mess by the time he's done with you.

'so pretty,' minhee whispers as he pushes his cock back into you, one hand gently wiping your tears - the soft touch of his smooth delicate skin a stark contrast with the way he immediately starts fucking into you at a merciless pace again.

when in your fucked out state you manage to form one coherent thought, trying to be as quiet as you can, you start begging minhee to leave his wife because he'd be so much better off with you, you can give him what she never could…

minhee has to suppress a smirk. of course he would never leave his wife, his marriage might be falling apart but he has certain appearances to keep up, a reputation to maintain. what would people say if they divorced out of nowhere, just for him to be seen with a girl at the very least ten years younger than him?

still, if that's what will keep you coming back to him, making an empty promise is no harm - at least to him. he nods, brows knitting together as you clench down on his cock impossibly tighter, bringing him closer to his high, closer to coming inside of you like he always does. but something feels different this time, as minhee pushes your legs to your chest and listens to your moans getting louder by the second, knowing there's no way his wife hasn't found out by now.

‘daddy i'm about to-’ the words die in your mouth, half interrupted by a higher pitched moan and half by the realization of the words that just escaped you.

minhee slows his place down and you take that as your cue to start apologizing profusely. more tears well up in your eyes, you try to tell him it was an accident, you didn't mean to actually call him that, all while minhee pulls his cock out of your still clenching hole until only his tip is left inside of you.

if you weren't so focused on apologizing, maybe you would've noticed the way his cock twitches with every weak disconnected sentence you try to formulate. but you don't, utterly surprised and trying to suppress a scream as minhee slams his whole length back into you, bottoming out as one of his hands wraps around the base of your neck without applying any pressure.

‘say it again,’ minhee commands, thumb absentmindedly stroking your collarbone in a way that could be almost read as boredom if it wasn't for his dick being completely buried inside of your cunt in this exact moment.

you bite your lip, trying to find the strength to oblige, but it's like your brain has been emptied out and your voice has suddenly disappeared.

your pleading eyes, though, are nothing to minhee, fingers softly pressing around your neck ‘come on, don't make me repeat myself,’ it almost sounds like a threat, punctuated by a harsh thrust that finally rips a moan out of you, along with the word he so badly wanted to hear from you.

minhee has to hold back a moan of his own when you do, suppressing any further sounds by busying his mouth with your neck and chest, leaving marks all over it - ‘just a reminder of who you really belong to,’ he'll tell you later. to you, it's an even crueler reminder: you're his, but he'll never be yours.

you can only pretend he is, as you beg minhee to let you cum and for him to come inside of you, your body twitching in waves of pleasure as his orgasm follows yours quickly after, the feeling of his warm cum shooting deep inside you leaving you willing to go for another round.

you know you can't, though. just like every other time, you'll sneak out of the guest room and through the exaggeratingly big house, silently shutting the front door behind you as the feeling of guilt starts to make its insidious way inside of you.

you'll go home, take a shower, and promise to yourself you'll never see him again, you'll never answer his calls or texts or show up to his doorstep.

never.

you're a hypocrite, but a part of you feels better knowing you're not the only person who's acting like one.

you'd be almost at peace with it, if everything around you wasn't a constant reminder of that same, devastatingly simple fact that has been roaming around your head since that night.

you'll forever be his, but minhee will never be yours.

[orca-uprising-the-musical]

So... hannibal the series has been on my mind a lot the last few days and I have some thoughts and maybe had a small epiphany lol

Sorry if this is something said/understood by everyone else. I'm always a bit late to the game

I don't remember if it's explicit in the series, but there seems to be an understood headcanon maybe, that Hannibal doesn't think of what he does as cannibalism. Further, he treats the majority of his victims flippantly and grotesquely like they are less than human. As if what he is committing is not really murder because his victims aren't fully human.

Its sociopathic/psychotic. Yeah, we get that. I get that.

Yet, we see a certain level of vulnerability in Hannibals interactions with the group of people he chooses to associate with on the regular, like Alana and sometimes Jack, but especially Will.

I've always struggled with the why of that. If Hannibal believes himself to be above humanity, at least to a certain extent, his group of friends included, then how could he be vulnerable with them. Why bother being vulnerable with your next potential meal. And even more so when he gives them an out. Like Alana. He offers her an out. To forget what she saw and turn around and even more, to live a life where she wouldn't have to live looking over her shoulder. I believe he was honest there. Mads does an incredible job of letting us know that this is a real offer. Hannibals disappointment and sadness when she refuses is visceral. But why?

Why offer at all? If Alana isn't fully human, why bother giving her an out.

And I think, hence, minor epiphany time, it's because he doesn't consider her another potential victim, at least not the way he considers the people he eats. He considers her human. Considers her an equal even. To kill her would be murder in his eyes, and it bothers him in a way his other victims don't bother him. You could even argue that at least in mizumono, he doesn't kill her. He's willing to, sure, to keep himself, to keep his found family safe, but in the end, he doesn't, at least not directly.

In comparison, he does not treat Beverly the same. He does not give her a chance to walk away. As far as we know, he doesn't say a word to her. And realistically, these two interactions are insanely similar except for how Hannibal reacts.

Both times, Hannibal has been revealed. Both times, Hannibals way of life is put in danger. Maybe even more so in mizumono because Will has betrayed him and he is literally flinging himself at a door to try and finish Jack. Yet, he gives Alana a choice that he did not make to Beverly.

It's because he considers Alana human, where Beverly is just another cut of meat. In his mind, what he does to Beverly is not murder. He would be murdering Alana and so he gives her a chance to walk away and only lashes out when she refuses.

And it's interesting too that after Mizumono, how Hannibal treats Alana is still not quite how he treats other victims. He steals the coat that offered her comfort, he reminds her every chance he gets that he will keep his promise and that she is a dead woman walking. Yet, he still listens to her. Still is willing to compromise with her when needed. She is still an equal, but he was vulnerable with her and she hurt him in response, so he hurts her in whatever way he can get away with when it's prudent and doesn't risk the life of Will.

It just... it's so... Mads is so incredible for this. The writers are so incredible for this.

I started by reading the books and watching Anthony Hopkins and my circe those things are insanely good. But Anthony Hopkins portrayal is of a man who believes himself a g-d. A boy with his Ant farm. Curious and viscous in equal measure. There is no person suit, there is no humanity in him there.

But Mads. My darling Mads. He makes Hannibal human. He forces us to remember that he is human. That Hannibal is a someone who hurts, who loves, who hates, who is petty and playful and of course is absolutely still a child with his Ant farm who at any minute can reach into his pocket and pull out a magnifying glass to set the world he enjoys watching aflame.

Thank you for sticking with me if you have, and I hope this makes some kind of lick of sense. I probably have more to say, but my break is over lol

[ateezreactionsandscenarios]

Kinktober Day 28 - Car Sex

Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: Public sex, handjob, fingering (F receiving), creampie.

Word Count: 2350

Summary: Not everything goes to plan when you take a spontaneous trip to stargaze. Well there’s always one way you can pass the time.

Prompt List               MasterList          Kintktober 2022           Buy me a Coffee

“Are you sure the sky will clear by the time we get there?” You ask craning your neck to look at the night sky from the passenger window. 

“Yeah, look over there it’s clear and that’s exactly where we’re heading.” Yeosang replied pointing to the side a little as he tried to focus on driving in the dark. You’d mentioned to him that you’d never been stargazing before and it was on your bucket list, you didn’t expect much to happen after that but Yeosang had pulled you up from his couch and dragged you out the door, car keys in hand without a word not even giving you a chance to get changed out of your pyjama bottoms. 

Head leaning against the window you took in the scenery, or what you could see anyway. You didn’t usually go to the countryside so it was a nice change and you were itching with the anticipation of seeing a sky full of stars. Yeosang told you the countryside was the best place to go for stargazing, somewhere with no light what so ever, almost total darkness, and then when your eyes finally adjust to the darkness every star imaginable becomes visible and you wanted nothing more right now than to be able to experience it even if it was only once in your life. 

“How much further?” 

“Just a couple more miles and then I’ll be able to find somewhere to pull in.” Well if there was one thing you were certain about it was the fact you hadn’t seen any source of light other than the headlights of the car for the last 20 minutes to half hour ago, you truly were in the middle of nowhere. 

Trust the weather to not be on your side. 5 minutes before Yeosang pulls in to park it starts to rain, and heavy. You can’t hide the disappointed sigh you let out watching the rain drops run down your window. 

“Hey.” Yeosang says in a hushed tone placing a comforting hand on your thigh. 

“It’ll blow over don’t worry, you’ll see the stars tonight.” You forced a small smile that you hoped hid your disappointment, at the end of the day it wasn’t his fault, he was doing something nice for you it’s not like he could control the weather. 

“It’s okay Yeo, if it’s still raining after 20 minutes we can go home, I don’t mind, there’s always another night.” He nods in reply, his thumb rubbing gently on your thigh. 

10 minutes go by and the rain showed no sign of stopping, and to pass the time you and Yeosang have been sat in the car listening to his playlist and having small conversations between humming to the music. You glance over to Yeosang to say something but you stop when you see the expression that flashed on his face before he went back to normal. 

“What’s up?” He didn’t need to look at you to know you’d caught his expression so there was no point in trying to deny anything. Turning his head towards you he doesn’t say anything, just stares at you like you were the only one in the world, eyes fliting quickly from your eyes to your lips and back again. You were going to ask again but his hand placing itself in your cheek stopped you. 

Pulling you in Yeosang kissed you gently like he was testing the waters. The moment he felt you kiss back he deepened the kiss, hand moving from your cheek to the back of your neck pulling you closer to him while his hand on your thigh tightened its grip. Yeosang’s tongue danced across your bottom lip asking for entrance which you gave instantly heating the kiss further until you were both left breathless. Pulling back slightly to catch his breath Yeosang shoots you a look you knew all too well. 

“I know something we can do to pass the time.” His hands held you by your hips helping to lift you from your seat to perch you on his lap before attacking your lips once again. You pull away once again after registering where this was going and you just hand to be clear he knew what was going on. 

“You do realise were in the car, in public, right?” The smirk Yeosang gave you was all the answer you needed but he still provided you with a verbal one. 

“Well you have your bucket list and let’s just say...so do I.” Your core pooled with heat at his words, the way his voice was like a purr when he spoke and the glint in his eye, your knees would have buckled from under you if you weren’t already straddling his lap. 

He didn’t give you much time to process your thoughts before his lips were trailing open mouth kisses from your jaw down to the spot on your neck he new drove you insane. Sighs leave your mouth as your head tilts back giving him more access while you unconsciously shift your hips making your core graze over his stiffening cock just enough for you to feel something. The movement didn’t go unnoticed by Yeosang, the low groan leaving his lips made it clear to you he was enjoying the stimulation just as much as you. One of Yeosang’s hands slides it’s way from your hips, gently brushing against your thigh before finding its place against your clothed core, thumb pressing lightly on your clit making you whine. A small chuckle leaves Yeosang’s lips, he loved the way you crumbled so easily and only for him. 

“Up.” Yeosang guided you, lifting you by your hips again, but not before hooking his finger into the waistband of your pyjama bottoms.

It was difficult to gracefully get out of your pyjama bottoms due to the cramped space of the car, you tried your best to not kick Yeosang in the process but by traying to avoid that you ended up falling back against the steering wheel making the horn go off for a moment. The both of you froze at the sound of the horn and your face turned a bright shade of pink but the laugh coming from Yeosang made you feel better, you didn’t kill the mood thank god, it was just a funny slip up. Freed from your bottoms you settled back down on Yeosang’s lap, a smile still spread across his face but the amusement in it soon turned to admiration. 

“What?” You blush meeting his gaze. 

“Nothing.” But his eyes said different, love overflowing from them. 

Yeosang didn’t waste a second pulling you back into the heated kiss from just moments ago, picking up where you left off. Your content sighs turning into small moans against his lips as he twirled a finger over your covered clit gently teasing you and feeling how the small wet patch on your underwear grew with each light touch. Rolling your hips into his again you attempted to gain the friction you craved. 

“My baby is so eager.” Yeosang cooed against your lips adding the smallest amount of pressure to your clit spurring on your movements even more. 

“Please.” You beg palming him over his sweatpants, feeling every inch of him through the fabric which left nothing to the imagination. The low groans he let out rumbled in his chest making it vibrate against your own and the way his cock twitched against your hand showed you he wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer, and you were right. It took no time before he lifted you and his hips slightly, just enough to let himself spring free. You were practically drooling at the sight of him, your hand instantly latching onto his cock slowly stroking it, teasing him like he just did to you. 

“Don’t tease.” He growled, eyes narrowing. 

“Not fair you got to tease me.” 

“But you look so pretty when you’re getting teased.” Your hand tightened a little adding pressure to your strokes knocking the cockiness out of him as his head fell back against the headrest of the seat. His fingers curled around the hem of your underwear, pulling it to one side and running a finger along your slit, collecting your arousal before circling your clit a little more. The way you eyes fluttered shut and you bit your lip to hold back moans had Yeosang twitching in your hand again and his patience was wearing thin. A yelp leaves you as you feel his hands dig into the flesh of your ass, hoisting you up a little to hover over his cock. 

“Sit, now.” You were in no state to argue, you were dying to be filled, you couldn’t continue teasing him even if you tried. Heeding to his words you slowly sank down on his cock gasping slightly as the stretch but before long the car was filled with groans and hums as you finally sink fully onto him, your ass meeting his thighs again. 

You didn’t need a moment to adjust, your hips rolling against him picking up speed as you went until you were at a steady pace you could work with, his hands on your hips helped to guide you, pulling you just that little bit closer with each roll to the point your clit grazed against his pubic bone sending bursts of pleasure throughout your body. You bit your lip trying to stifle a moan that was threatening to break free. 

“Don’t hold back baby, no one’s around.” Yeosang purred digging his fingers into your hip and slamming you back down harshly so you had no choice but to cry out in pleasure. With that, it was like a door had opened to let all of your little whimpers out that turn into full blown moans and cries as you bounce on his cock, his hands holding you up as to assist you so you didn’t feel the strain in your legs.

The windows of the car start to fog up and the car rocks with each movement that you both make, tongues swirling around each other’s as lewd sounds vibrate through the car. 

“Fuck.” Yeosang hisses against your lips, taking your bottom one between his teeth as you sink back down onto his shaft, your moans filling his ears like music as he bites down a little, pulling it back before letting it go. You could feel the knot building every time Yeosang pulled your hips down thrusting his cock to hit your sweet spot, at this rate you knew you wouldn’t last much longer but Yeosang on the other hand seemed to have a bit more left in him. 

“Y...Yeosang.” You breath out trying to find the words to tell him how close you are but he knows your body probably better than you, he knew before you even opened your mouth, by the way your walls fluttered around him, that you were close to your breaking point. 

“It’s okay baby, let it go, let go for me.” You didn’t want to give in so soon knowing Yeosang could keep going for longer and surely throw you into overstimulation but you couldn’t hold it back any longer, your eyes screwing shut as your head fell to his shoulder you let the wave of your orgasm wash over you, your legs trembling as you slowly started to come down. 

The intensity of your orgasm and the was your walls clamped down on Yeosang’s cock spurred him a lot closer to his edge. A low grunt followed by a breathy moan left Yeosang’s lips as he chased his high, holding all your weight up by your ass as he rutted into you at an ungodly pace, the lewd sound skin slapping skin and your wetness filled the car, all the heavy breathing made the car feel like a sauna, windows completely fogged over and a thin layer of sweat covering the both of you. His high dangerously close, Yeosang tried to ground himself, gripping your hips so hard his knuckles turned white and he’d be sure to leave marks. 

“Please...too...” 

“Just...ah...a little longer.” Yeosang interrupted you, his mind focused on finishing which at this rate was any second. His thrusts slowed down, becoming choppy in the process, his once breathy moans became higher in pitch and a lot more shaky. 

“F...Fuck.” Was all he was able to get out before topping over the edge, stilling inside you as he released pulling your whole body as close as possible to him, shaky breaths fanning your neck as he came back to reality, the effects of his orgasm slowly wearing away. 

You both sat wrapped in each others embrace for a short while, the comfort and intimacy of the moment too strong for you to pull away from just yet but the overwhelming silence inside the car caught your attention. 

“Hey, Yeo?” A gentle hum was your response as Yeosang was still deep in post orgasm bliss. 

“It’s gone quiet.” Yeosang’s head lifted and his eyes opened to look at you with confusion, of course it was quiet, you were both moaning and crying out in pleasure just minutes ago so obviously it’s going to be quiet. You clumsily clambered off his lap pulling back on your bottoms making Yeosang whine at the lost contact. Sitting back in your seat you ran your hand over the window creating a small area for you to look out. 

“Yeo it stopped raining!” You were like a child at Christmas, hurrying out of the car with your head tilted to the sky. Pulling up his sweatpants he was quick to follow you out of the car awe filling his face when he was how your eyes lit up. In the time you and Yeosang were preoccupied the sky had cleared up, clouds only visible in the far horizon and stars littered the sky. 

“See, I told you you’d see the stars tonight.” Yeosang whispers pulling you into a back hug and placing a gentle kiss to the back of your head. 

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