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#nearly deleted all of it but settled for just half
ghostaholics · 10 months
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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 '𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓' 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
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➸ PAIRING: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!Reader; 18+ only ➸ BANNER CREDIT: cafekitsune ➸ OTHER GHOST NSFW HEADCANONS: here & here
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➸ BLINDFOLDING: obligatory, a deal-breaker especially early on in the relationship; lots of things he has planned for you that involves his mouth, and while he could pull up his mask as far as he needs to, just have the hem of it resting on the bridge of his nose, sometimes he prefers to do away with it all so as not to become an obstacle that's impeding on his fun – hence, a blindfold (maybe a spare military scarf that he's got lying around or any other scrap of fabric that'll suffice) to block out the visual of his face – the temporary deprivation of sight has your other senses heightened, with tactile being the most obvious as you become extremely responsive to his touch when you’re not sure what to anticipate next (❝ Should tie you up too, tease you 'til you can’t stand it anymore. How’s that sound, sweetheart? ❞)
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➸ RECEIVING HEAD: likes it almost as much as giving; will never turn it down when the opportunity presents itself
(1) deepthroating - you need the practice since you couldn't get it all the first time he fed you his cock, couldn't quite accommodate the girth of him no matter how hard you tried that night; so, you've been working up to it, finally able to get your mouth full, throat fucked, just your wet heat encasing him and he can't help but apply light pressure, palming the back of your head to push you down on his dick and letting out a guttural groan whenever you occasionally gag while taking him down to the base (❝ Breathe through your nose, love. Choking on my cock like this... fuckin' hell. Don't go hurtin' yourself now.❞)
(2) when he's sitting with his legs spread wide, you kneeling in between them and looking up at him through your lashes - doesn't rush you, tells you to slow down in fact, so he can enjoy the sight of your lips wrapped around his dick for longer, how you're so enthusiastic about making him feel good - about cock-worshipping - practically drunk alone on the pleasure of sucking him off as if this might be more for your benefit than it is for his; you start working him with your mouth - gently licking at the seam of the sensitive head and lapping up the prespend there because you're a good girl for cleaning up the clear and sticky mess gathering around his slit before pressing a kiss to the blunt tip, or when your tongue runs wet along the length of him before trying to swallow him down your throat (❝ So good to me... love this almost more than that pretty pussy of yours. C'mere, sweetheart. Gonna return the favor and spoil that li’l cunt with my mouth. ❞)
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➸ PARTIALLY-CLOTHED SEX: can be impatient when he’s in a rush, certainly has little to no tolerance for undressing you or himself for a shag somewhere inconvenient (it’s called a quickie for a reason but he’s only interested when there’s a high probability that you’re already wet before he’s even laid a finger on you, e.g. eye-fucking him across the room for the last hour while lightly chewing on the tip of your pen and dragging it across your bottom lip before pausing at the corner of your mouth, or verbal foreplay throughout the day where you’ve been dropping dirty comments about how you much you’ve been thinking about him just slowly rubbing at the entrance of your cunt, having him fill you up with his fingers or his cock); honestly doesn’t want to waste time sliding into you after all of that – the most he’ll otherwise do is ruck your shirt over your chest to paw at your tits, knead at the flesh and pinch/roll your nipples between his fingers while pounding into you from behind (❝ Move these panties to the side before I rip ‘em off you. Really don’t think you should’ve been bloody wearin’ any in the first place. ❞)
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➸ SQUIRTING: riding him, leaning back slightly with one of your hands grasping at his muscular thigh to stay upright – and the view drives him crazy, how you’re bouncing, fucking yourself down on him over and over, along with these desperate little rolls of your hips; you’re doing so good for him that he makes the executive decision to assume control now, thrusts up into your aching hole, bruising – almost punishing, but he can’t stop when he’s got you moaning even louder now and gasps spill from your mouth when you take him to the root – cockhead brushing against the front of your cunt at this angle every time he drives inside you (❝ Right there, huh? That the spot? Fuckin' know from how goddamn wet you're gettin' me— ❞) and he keeps going until you start coming hard then, soaking his cock so bad that the fresh rush of slick pools across his thighs, leaks down his balls (❝ Christ, got you gushin’ all over me. Let's see it again, c’mon. ❞)
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➸ DEGRADATION KINK: light on the insults, doesn’t necessarily mean it in a literal sense but knows that they have their time and place during sex; he equates them to something affectionate – prefers to use the ones that possess a more positive connotation in lieu of/alongside praise based on the situation and really enjoys how your cunt involuntarily clenches upon hearing that sort of stuff
❝ Yeah, can feel this cunt pulsin’ around my cock. Such a cute li’l fucktoy – jus’ can’t help it, can you? Need you to stay still for me, though. ❞ (e.g. cock warming)
❝ Taking me so well… being so good, aren't you? Careful love, don’t want ‘em hearing how loud you are; they might get the wrong idea about you, moanin’ like a whore and all that. ❞
❝ Where’s my dirty girl want me to finish? Inside, is that it? Fuckin’ Christ you’re a naughty one, sweetheart, lettin’ me fill up this cunt. Greedy for it, like a bitch in heat— ❞
❝ I know you’re more than a cumslut, love. But you beg me to fuck you stupid, damn near let me abuse every single one of these holes of yours, and—c'mon, you see why I might have a hard time believin’ myself, right?”
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➸ HAIR-PULLING: if he finds out you're into it, then he’s very much in favor of grabbing a handful of your hair, fingers spanning over your scalp and slightly tugging so that he tips your chin up – not enough to hurt; usually only does it when he’s trying to get you to look at something (bent over the sink, and you need to look at your reflection, don’t want to miss that, of course) or he just wants something to grab onto (when you’re on your knees while he’s face-fucking you, gotta make sure you maintain eye contact); accidentally discovers you share this kink when his intention is to give you a low warning for teasing him, bringing your ear close so you can hear him properly without him having to raise his voice but you just end up letting out a soft moan in response
(1) if your hair's long enough - he likes wrapping a ponytail around his hand, and will appreciate a nice plait, but he's not choosy
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i4bellingham · 1 year
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lovebomb : jude bellingham x reader
note: i accidentally deleted the ask but it goes Can you write a fic where Jude proposes to the reader? i know it's taken me quite some time to push this out so i apologize deeply for that anon 😭
warnings: not proofread
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Jude thinks his hands are shaking.
He takes a wary glance to where his hands are rested, on top of the table, they were definitely shaking.
He didn't even realize he's got both hands, palms down on the glass table top until that very moment, in which he immediately hides inside his dress pant pockets as he tries to calm his nerves.
Just then, you're sauntering towards the table with your beautiful summer dress and your beautiful face and Jude feels the warmth pooling at his stomach for the nth time that night.
God he was already nervous of what he's about to do. And you're making him nervous too! But in all good reasons.
As smoothly as he possibly can, he leaves the seat before he's offering you a hand.
You ask him if you're going somewhere else after the dinner and Jude simply shrugs, a boyish, charming smile playing at his lips before you're taking his hand with a cynical glare.
“I don’t have any pranks on me tonight love, I swear.” He tells you with a chuckle. Still, you eye him warily as he walks the both of you near the shoreline.
“So what is the occasion?” You ask him as you both settle down on the sand, a few meters away from where your dinner by the sea took place. “There’s no anniversary, no birthdays, no important things to celebrate, I am confused and quite frankly a little cautious of you just in case you pull some dumb pranks on me... yet again.”
Jude gasps dramatically, clutching his chest for the extra effect before you're rolling your eyes at his antics.
“Can I not take my lovely girlfriend out for dinner with no hidden motives?”
“After what happened the last time I think it's alright to say I should be a little bit cautious, don’t you think?”
Jude scoffs with a shake of his head. “A pair of shaky legs should not be a reason at all for that.”
“You arse I was bed ridden for four days!” You smack him on the arms, jokingly glaring at your boyfriend as he doubled over to laugh at your demise. “Seriously! Making me do your leg routine with you knowing I don’t even work out was so rude of you.”
Jude wipes his under eyes, still chuckling as you huff and cross your arms over your chest beside him.
“It was a cute date, wasn’t it?”
You click your tongue, nearly smacking your boyfriend again but refrained yourself from doing so when he snakes an arm around you. He pulls you by the waist, letting your head naturally fall against his chest as you partially lay half your body over him.
“There was some perks to that date but just so you're aware, I’m not ever doing that again. Ever.” You emphasize.
Jude hums with a nod of his head. He doesn't really believe your words entirely nor do you believe his feigned conviction but he'll settle with that for now. He knows you'll follow through whatever surprises there is for you in the future. There is another one coming up too but this one's the main cause of his clammy and shaky hands on the dinner table. Your response to this one will either make or break the entire foundation of your four year long relationship, all depends on your answer.
“Okay... but what if I asked you to go in Antarctica with me for the next date?”
You stare at him, incredulous. “Are you joking?”
Jude looks you straight in the eyes and with a nonchalant nod, he answers. “Yes.”
“I’m this much to breaking up with you I swear-”
“You told me that countless of times too and yet here we are.”
You purse your lips. “Should I make it real then-”
Jude clamps a palm over your mouth, glaring at you pointedly and you're tempted to bite his hand if only he didn't remove it immediately, almost as if sensing the thoughts running through your head.
“Okay but seriously... for our next something special, would you...” He leaves your side, kneeling in front of you as you're sat down.
You think he's merely doing the changes to pair his next ridiculous idea with hand gesture which is a norm for him when he's being absurd. But when he pulls out a small black velvet box from his pocket and unveils the beautiful diamond ring inside, you're left speechless as you listened to his next less preposterous preposition.
“Would you do the honor of making me your official husband, and be my forever lovely wife and join me in more stupid dates as we live off our lives together?”
You wanted to scream on top of your lungs, shout, cry, cuss your boyfriend out for planning this less idiotic way of proposing but you don't, and instead, you simply erratically nodded your head to his question as tears filled your eyes.
You don’t wait for him to slip the ring in your finger before you're tackling him on the sand, stifling the sobs that freely left your lips as Jude cradles you close to his body, not bothered by the sand clinging onto his clothes or how he's nearly got sand in his eyes.
He doesn't ruin the atmosphere yet, muttering a plentiful of I love you’s in your ear before you settle down and let him put the ring on your finger.
“This is so stupid.” But of course, you just have to have the courtesy of ruining the lovely atmosphere that his romanticist brought out and mutter those three words while wiping off your tears.
Jude’s mouth hang open as he's helping you dry your tears off.
“How is this stupid?” He asks you, flabbergasted.
“Because you just had to propose while I’m not wearing any waterproof mascara on you idiot!” You point an accusing finger at him, to which he immediately raise both hands. “You planned this!”
“Well of course I did, I wanted to marry you!” Jude responds before he helps you with the black staining your eyes and cheeks. Oops.
He uses the sleeves of his white dress shirt, wiping away the tears that was stained black from your mascara. He stifles the laugh that threatens to rip out of his chest because even though he finds the scene adorably funny, he's more happier than ever because you actually accepted the proposal. You accepted him to be your husband and it couldn't get any better than this, Jude is certainㅡ except for when you of course, finally settle down and have some kids of your own, this is the pinnacle of his lifetime he's sure.
“Do I look stupid?” You ask after a while, sniffing as Jude clears your face free of the mascara.
He shakes his head, mumbling a soft No as he cups both of your cheeks. He leans down to kiss your lips and instantly feeling you smile.
“You always look perfect to me love. Even when you look like you’ve gotten run over by an herd of chicken during the early mornings, or when you look like the undead for staying up late for your job or for taking care of me, you will always be perfect to me... The embodiment of love, kindness and everything good in this world is what I see in you even when you're feeling or seeing the opposite.” He tells you, voice falling an octave lower as he lays both of your foreheads together. “I love you in every waking moments, and I love you even in my dreams. I love you my love, and thank you so much for accepting me to be your husband.”
The tears the both of you tried to dry out once again filled your eyes and now his, letting you both be filled with sincere love as you bask in this most intimate moment together as you step in another chapter of your lives, now with a promise to be together for the remaining years that's to come.
The proposal wasn't your typical grandiose gesture with fireworks and hundreds of bouquets but for you and Jude, this was perfect. There was no need for such things when it was only you, him and your love that matters.
It wasn't anything spectacular, but it is fucking special.
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demoiselettes · 1 year
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To keep warm
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Valentine’s Day event, day 6.
Pairing: Tanjiro x reader/Zenitsu x reader/Inosuke x reader
Category: fluff
Warning(s)/note(s): fem! reader
+ This was supposed to be posted on the 14th, but i accidentally deleted Tanjiro’s and Tengen’s oneshot :( i hadn’t included this one in the event, but i had to write something for the last day since i’m cutting the event short by one day. Happy belated Valentine’s Day<3
@brokeniced , @crimsonkenjii-writes , @holywaterforevery3ne
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“Tanjiroooo! I can’t walk anymore- my feet will fall off!”
Exhaling loudly through your nose, you listened to Tanjiro assuring Zenitsu that the walk was almost over, when in truth, you had no idea when it’d end.
“Can’t we find one of those stupid Wisteria House or whatever?” Inosuke huffed, but even his voice was weary. The fight with a poison spewing demon had been long and dreary and all four of you were positively incandescent with fatigue. You cast a wishful glance at Nezuko’s box, wishing it were you sleeping inside. It was dark and cold, with no sign of human civilisation anywhere. You didn’t know when of if you’d find an Inn nearby.
“It’s very late,” Tanjiro announced nervously, nostrils flaring as though trying to sniff the air. “I suggest making a stop..”
“HUH?” Zenitsu yelped. “W-where will we sleep? I don’t want to turn into Inosuke!”
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?”
You trotted towards a big tree trunk that had fallen on the ground and plopped down on it. “Let’s set up camp. We don’t have a choice, Zenitsu.”
Very reluctantly, Zenitsu relented and when there came the question of who would go search for kindlings, he immediately vetoed himself out.
“I’m staying with [Name]-chan!” He hastily wrapped his arms around you. “I can’t leave a girl alone at night!”
“I’m a Demon Slayer.”
Laughing, you made no attempt at pushing him away even as Tanjiro scolds him and Inosuke clicks his tongue.
Somewhere along listening to Zenitsu whine about his hard life while spontaneously switching to wanting to get married and waiting for Tanjiro and Inosuke to get back, you nodded off. Not for long apparently.
« Get off her! »
Tanjiro’s familiar voice echoed in your ears. Your body felt warm and heavy.
« But it’s cold! » Zenitsu whined in reply.
You were still half-asleep and didn’t know if you were dreaming or not. But the way your body was being shaken indicated that you were very much awake.
« Oi! Get off and gimme your place! »
« NO YOU GO AND FIND ANOTHER GIRL TO CUDDLE YOU BOAR HEAD! »
« Stop screaming! [Name]-san’s asleep! »
« You’re shouting too! »
You groaned and pulled yourself to sit up at once. Zenitsu yelped.
« Ah, [Name]-san! » Tanjiro fretted. « We’re so sorry we woke you up! » he wasted no time in executing a full bow numerous times. You shifted and felt something crinkle on you. Looking down you realized you’d been draped in Zenitsu’s orange haori like a blanket.
Inosuke merely huffed, walked over to you and promptly yanked a whining Zenitsu off you. “Make way.”
He settled down next to you and copied Zenitsu’s earlier actions, except he got underneath the haori too.
“Inosuke, what the h-“ you protested.
“Monitsu said you’re warm and i’m freezing!”
“That’s not what he meant!” Tanjiro’s face was now nearly scarlet and he waved his hands in front of him frantically. “That’s inappropriate, Inosuke! Let go of-“
“Why does he get to coddle a cute girl?” Zenitsu whined. “You guys are always stealing her attention- that’s not fair!”
You blinked owlishly at Zenitsu, then at a very red Tanjiro, trying not to pay too much attention too Inosuke hugging your arm.
“It’s true!” Continued Zenitsu without any qualms. “The other day she was tending to your injuries and you were-“
“[Name]-san was just being nice!” Tanjiro’s tone matched Zenitsu’s shrill one for the first time since you’d met him.
“What’s there to fight about? I’m obviously her favorite fighter!” Inosuke roared.
“Zenitsu!” you groaned, too tired to listen to them fight. “I was just helping out. If you feel like i’m not paying enough attention to you then here,” you nodded your chin towards your left flank. Zenitsu wasted no time in making a beeline for you, hugging you so abruptly he nearly slammed you into Inosuke (who then slapped him on the head.)
You threw a sly glance at Tanjiro. You couldn’t tell if it was the sleepiness making you think so boldly, but it happened for you to ask: “Do you want to join?”
“I-“ he choked. “I’m alright, th-thank you!”
You stared at him through half-lidded eyes before you gave an eloquent shrug. Inosuke was already snoring and Zenitsu quickly slid down the log to rest his head on your lap, giggling drunkenly. It took a long time, but eventually the three of you had fallen asleep with Tanjiro stating he’d keep watch. When he saw your breathing deepen, he quickly pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. A pang of guilt shot through him when he felt envious of his two friends snuggling up to you. It wasn’t right, but maybe next time he’d accept your proposition.
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mamaskillerqueen · 8 months
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Hysteria || Jake Seresin x Reader
Warnings/AN: This is finally part two of Panic! So there is a lot of mention of anxiety ticks and triggers based on how I experience them. Otherwise, I don’t think there is much to warn. If you feel I need to add something here though, please let me know!
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A week and a half.
It passed by so quickly and so agonizingly slowly all at the same time. You’d been so wrapped up in work, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, that you never typed out that text message to Mysterious Bar Guy. Even though Mysterious Bar Guy has been on your mind the entire time. It was hard to get someone like that out of your head after such an unbelievable meeting. You often found yourself questioning if it was fate, something you rarely let happen.
The project the office had been working on was harrowing for everyone, apparently. Or they were just excited to have finally found a nice bar to frequent because plans were already being made to visit the Hard Deck again. In a week... After your last experience, you weren’t sure if you wanted to go but ultimately agreed due to much pleading from your friends. The only issue was that it put just a bit more pressure on to get that message sent off to the man who had turned the evening around the last time.
For an hour at the end of your day, you sat at your desk with an open and blank text message. The slight blink of the cursor was taunting you, your own phone making fun of the fact that you couldn’t tap out even a simple message. Surely it shouldn’t be this hard but it has been so long. You were pushing two weeks since you'd last seen him. Has it been too long? He probably forgot about the whole interaction by now.
“Hey!” 
A knock on your office door had you nearly jumping out of your skin, your head snapping up from your phone screen to see a coworker standing in the doorway. They offered a small smile in apology for scaring you as you clutched your chest.
“You coming? We’re heading out now.”
You nodded, muttering a complaint of their scaring you. It was met with a chuckle as they backed away from your door. Quickly you gathered your things so you could follow your friends out of the building for the day, they didn't like to wait around. The text message that was never formulated would have to wait a little longer. Maybe cooking dinner would bring inspiration. At least you hoped because there was no way you could wait any longer than tonight to text him. He really would forget about you if you didn’t get the show on the road, so to speak.
Your entire commute home was driven on autopilot as you thought far too hard about a good opening text. By the time you pulled into your driveway, you still hadn’t decided if he would even want that text now or not. Somehow, driving on autopilot was quicker for you because you had more time left in your evening than usual after dinner. Which unfortunately meant far too long to let you overthink a text message that really shouldn't be so difficult to formulate.
Once dinner was put away, and the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher you’d sat back down with your phone. The couch welcomed you with open arms and being comfortable helped settle some of the racing thoughts you were trying to fight off. You have always been able to think a little more clearly when you were in a comfortable setting. Several messages were typed out though, and then deleted before you finally settled on one that was going to have to be good enough. There was no way you could convince yourself to spend any more time on this.
Settle any good anxiety-riddled women on a deck outside of a bar lately?
You weren’t expecting a reply so quickly but before you could even get up off the couch to start your nighttime routine your phone chimed.
Mysterious Bar Guy: No, I save that for the really special ones. Didn’t think I’d hear from her again though.
A sense of calm washed over you at his quick and easy reply, even if you felt a little terrible about making him wait so long. The conversation lasted about half an hour, you apologized profusely and blamed a busy work schedule. He was quick to accept the apology and plan a date for the next evening. A date he refused to disclose any information on, and insisted happen so soon because too much time had passed already. When you demanded to know enough for a dress code, well as demanding as you could bring yourself to be, he relented in telling you to dress like you would for the bar.
At first that made you nervous. He seemed too good to be true so dragging you back to the bar you met for a first date might have made him a little less perfect, but he seemed to realize how that answer had come off and quickly sent another text message. This one to assure you that was not what was happening, he just wanted you comfortable. You wondered all day at work what he could have planned. Texts were sent back and forth all day as you tried to get more info out of him. He was sealed tight though, and very proud of his plans. That would be why you spent the last half of your free evening pacing your house until you needed to get ready.
There was practically a trench in your living room by the time you decided what you’d wear and how you’d do your makeup. A mental game plan was needed before you even attempted to look at your closet or you would never pick anything. When the time was appropriate and the game plan was set, you made your way to your room to settle into an easy routine. Something about doing your makeup always relaxed you. So, by the time there was a ringing of your doorbell you weren’t as nervous anymore. At least until you had to make your way to the door to let him in. Butterflies raged on in your stomach, almost making you wonder if they had gone away at all, while you descended the stairs.
With a shaky hand, you pulled the door open and as soon as your eyes met his, everything dropped. Your shoulders were no longer hunched up to your ears, a steady smile pulled your lips upwards, and you let out a breath you’d been holding since before you even got home this afternoon. Jake didn’t let onto it, but you could tell he noticed. It was only slightly embarrassing. 
“Hi,” you breathed while stepping aside and motioning for him to come inside.
He stood in the doorway with a small bouquet of wildflowers, not too much but definitely not empty-handed. Normally, you wouldn’t consider yourself a flower kind of person but you couldn’t help but be tonight. They were so pretty and the giddy feeling you got thinking about how he considered what he has learned about you so far to pick such a small bouquet made you understand why someone would enjoy this. It was almost scary how easy and comfortable everything was with him. It was the complete opposite of how you usually felt around strangers.
“Hi, these are for you. You look gorgeous.”
You could feel the heat flood your cheeks and decided to avoid eye contact as you reached for the flowers and took a sniff. Your eyes met his for one second, only rushing that heat to your ears.
“They’re beautiful, thank you. I’m gonna put them in water, and then I’m all set.”
When you returned from the kitchen, Jake was leaning against the entryway by your living room. His eyes following your every move. As soon as you stopped to stand in front of him, your fingers began fidgeting with bubbling anxiety, he pushed off the wall to grab your hands. He quickly bent at the knees, just a bit, so he could look you in the eyes a little easier as you refused to bring them back up to meet his.
“What’re ya scared of darlin’?” He asked, no judgment or accusation in his tone.
“That this could all go horribly wrong and I could end up never seeing you again.”
Your reply came so easily, so quickly, it startled you. It was the most honest you had ever been with someone you barely knew. Maybe the most honest you have ever been with another person in general.
“I don’t think that’s anything you need to worry about.”
His reassurances were nice and came almost as quickly as your honest answer had a moment ago. It was just as startling, which held a vague comfort. It was nearly impossible to lie that quickly, right?
The rest of the evening couldn’t have gone by any better, or smoother. Jake was the perfect Southern gentleman, holding doors and offering his hand to help you in and out of his truck. He didn’t disappoint with a small, quiet little diner for dinner. You both ordered burgers and milkshakes and chatted for well over an hour before he insisted it was time to go. He checked in on the drive to the surprise main event, making sure you were okay and comfortable. When you said you were fine but started to fidget with your fingers, he offered one hand from the steering wheel. You took it gratefully and immediately settled. It didn't matter where he was taking you. Some surprises could be good. You had to know that. So, you allowed his touch to relax you as much as you could manage.
He had known that a fancy, busy restaurant would have probably caused a little anxiety. It had taken him forever to find the small diner that seemed to be nearly empty at all times. The food was great though, and when you were comfortable enough to chat for so long he had known he’d made the right decision. He filled you in on this as he drove, trying to distract you from the fact that you had no idea what he had up his sleeve. It was also a great way to fill the silence that had settled into the vehicle, it wasn't quite awkward but you're sure that if he hadn't started talking it probably would have reached that level eventually.
When the door opened and his hand stretched back out to you to help you back out of the truck, your eyes nearly bugged out of your head and a small gasp left your lips. Your feet hit the ground but you barely noticed as you turned to look at him, the shock still clear on your face.
“You didn’t...”
It was easy to read the pride on his face as he nodded and informed you that he had in fact done it. During one of your texting conversations, which had happened right before this date, he had told you all about flying. You had mentioned your love of sunsets and he said they were best while up in the air. The exact response you gave him was long forgotten since the wee hours of this morning but you know it was along the terms of wanting to see that. You’d ask how he managed this on such short notice one day, but today you were blithely excited as you both bounded toward the giant hot air balloon.
Light changes quickly, you knew that from a brief stint in the photography field. So you were both compliant to all rules and information given as they filled the balloon and you started to ascend into the air. You had never had a first date even close to as good as this. His arms wrapped around you and held you close to his chest as you both whispered your awe for the beauty of the changing sky. It took a conscious effort to not start crying over how good this was. Something in the back of your brain was nagging that it couldn't be real, or wouldn't last at the very least. While you floated through the sky with his voice in your ear, talking all about what it's like to see this in the jet he flies for work, you settled. His chatter and body language was enough to shut up your traitorous brain for now.
When the basket touched the earth again, and it was time to end your evening, anxiety and dread started to bubble in your chest though. You couldn’t have had a better time. It was perfect. He was perfect. And that was terrifying because when would the other shoe drop? Jake did a phenomenal job of keeping you from a downward spiral while you chatted on the way to your house. His hand was placed firmly on your thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. The wind from the downed windows whipped through your hair, and a faint country love song played on the radio. He even walked you to the door, kissed your cheek, and whispered a perfectly raspy goodnight in your ear. It wasn’t until he was gone that you panicked again.
That trench in your living room only worried deeper as you refused to sleep the rest of the night. The fact that you had to work first thing in the morning be damned. There was so much to think over, so much to dissect from the evening. Perfect evenings like that only happened in your dreams, movies, and fanfics. They didn't happen to you. Let alone the way you met the man of your dreams. In the modern, real world that you actually lived in, people met on apps like Tinder and wondered why it wouldn't work out. So many reasons why you shouldn't be getting a fairy tale ending, or how they weren't real raced in your head. Your pacing only stopped long enough to read the text Jake sent to let you know he was home safe, per your request. 
You didn’t reply.
In fact, you didn’t reply to a single text he sent for the next almost two weeks.
His messages never stopped being sweet, even as the beautiful flowers he’d gotten you died on the counter. As each petal fell, you knew you were losing your chance. You were losing him. But, did you ever have him? What if the amount of talking you’d actually done was annoying and he just wanted one thing? What if he would drop you immediately after he got it? What if he found something better? It was infuriating that all you could think about were the terrible things that could happen. You were singlehandedly making your worse fears come true but nothing you did could make you reply. Even his adorable little pleas for you to at least let him know you were alive. 
The first day you didn’t receive a text from him, you found yourself with your head between your knees as you tried to calm down enough to not throw up all over your office. It didn’t help that it was Friday, finally, and the plan was for everyone to go out to the Hard Deck for drinks, that you had made them push back last week. Not a single one of your friends would let you out of it now. They didn’t know you were self-sabotaging, not that it would have made a difference. Honestly, it probably would have made them take you sooner to find the very nice, handsome pilot you could already picture a future with. If you hadn’t messed it all up.
He was the first thing you noticed the minute you walked into the bar that night. Luckily, he hadn’t seen you yet. You needed a drink, a strong one or five before you attempted to confront your mistakes. Your best friend from work volunteered for the first round, and as you slid into the booth you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He looked just as perfect as the first night you met him. His uniform fit way too well to not have been tailored. The megawatt smile he wore, while he played pool, tugged at your heartstrings. The stupid voice in your head told you he was clearly happy without you. You were overthinking and he was fine.
Round two came far quicker than anyone was expecting and you jumped at the chance to buy just so you could move. You had no room in the tight booth to do any form of fidgeting, and when your brain wouldn't shut up, moving seemed to help at least slow the Gilmore Girl-esque dialog a bit. As you stood at the bar you decided that five seemed like a good number before you went to him. What you hadn’t expected was that just someone accidentally stepping too close at the bar would bring back unpleasant flashbacks of being pawed the last time you were here in this very spot.
“Please don’t touch me.”
The plead was weak, and therefore deaf to the man who was practically stomping on your heels as he attempted to wave Penny down. He moved closer to squeeze between you and the other person next to you, all while your shoulders pulled further up towards your ears and the air began to feel thick. Clearly, his beer was more important than the people who were already waiting patiently. Your stomach rolled with unease, and when he finally noticed he was making you uncomfortable he laid it on a little thicker. A tactic to get his drink first, you were sure but as his hands found your waist you bolted. As you practically sprinted across the bar you decided that ordering drinks was no longer your job, ever again at any location.
There was only one person in this entire bar, hell the entire world, who could make you feel less like throwing up, and you went running for him. His name had left your lips in a terrified gasp before you were even close but his head whipped around to find you, and his arms opened wide. When you collided with his chest he had to take an unsteady step backwards to keep you from knocking both of you over. Before you could register much, you were outside.
Jake had passed his pool stick off and had shuffled you both out the back door. Your breathing was a little ragged but with his arms so tightly wrapped around you, and his scent relaxing everything in you, you were slowly returning to yourself. The salty spray of ocean air wafted through your hair and licked at your skin, a soft humming rang in your ear, and when it paused for a soft pair of lips to press a kiss into your hair, you melted.
“What happened after our date, sweetheart?”
The very long silence that had preceded his question wasn’t bad, the silence that followed was awkward. You tensed in his arms but did nothing else to move, you felt him give you a subtle squeeze in reassurance. He did not attempt to rush you and still made sure you were okay. It was almost like he could read your mind. The response you gave him had to be mumbled into his chest because there was no way you could lift your head and meet his eyes yet. One drink was not enough to prepare you for this.
“What do you mean?”
Smooth. If you could smack yourself in the face, you would have.
“I mean, where have ya been? I thought we’d already be a couple by now. That date went really well, didn’t it?”
“I-yo-wait.. what?”
You struggled your way out of his tight grasp and stared up at him with evident shock written on your face. He stared at you with a quiet acceptance that had you feeling even more guilty. There was something in his eyes that you couldn't bring yourself to even think about at the moment. Your brain would find a way to take the feeling and make it terrible if you ever thought of naming it. He didn’t say what you thought he did, did he? He couldn't have. If he had just said what you thought you definitely needed to not cry right now.
He just continues to stare at you for a minute, that look you can't name never wavering, knowing all you need is a second to wrap your head around what you want to say. So silence stretches on for a few seconds, that felt like hours. You open your mouth and then close it at least ten times before your brain allowed you to form a coherent sentence that kind of explained everything that has been going on for you in the last two weeks.
“It did go well. Very well. I just… well, you know,” you motion to your head, swirling your finger in the air like the whirlwind that is always happening in your head, “it gets crazy up here and I can get a little lost sometimes. I’d really love that second date if you’ll have me.”
The only indication that you might have a second chance at this is a faint smile. He barely lets you see it, his face schooled into a stoic mask. Your heart beats rapidly as you think about how you probably don’t deserve a second chance. He would be better off with someone who could function as a social human and answer his texts and pleas to let him know you were still alive. And then he speaks, and your heart stops dead in its tracks.
“For you darlin’?” He pauses for dramatic effect, a smirk pulling his lips up further, “I’d do anything you’d ask.”
And then it starts pumping again. Back in full force. Hard enough to completely break your chest. You’re going to marry this man one day, and if you don’t get that chance, it’ll be the end of you.
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For your ‘quick happy prompt’ need, could we possibly have a deleted scene from before they hooked up? Maybe from the times that you told us about when they were flirting? If you want/need them to kiss (which I’m honestly more than down for), could it be an accidental/fast/unintentional one, or maybe something they end up doing as part of a class, or an improv that they ‘accidentally’ take too far?
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Thank you for this prompt, m'love! You and one other anon requested something similar, so I hope you enjoy!
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October 2012
You were not drunk. You were, at best, pleasantly buzzed. A delightful little tingling numbness had settled over your lips. Just enough to let you know that having another drink would be purchasing a one-way ticket to Drunk Girl City.
You’d spent a lot of time in Drunk Girl City since moving to London—you didn’t need to be such a frequent visitor.
On the other side of the swinging kitchen door, McKayla’s birthday party was in full swing. Music, laughter, a game of Twister in the middle of the living room that was about two spins away from turning into a brawl or an orgy. All the people you’d collected in the two months you’d been at school were there, waiting for you to rejoin them as soon as you found what you were looking for.
And what were you looking for, again? You frowned, staring at the cupboard.
Oh. Right.
Glass for ice.
And then ice.
And then water.
You reached up and grabbed a glass, taking your time to close the door and turn around because, okay, maybe you were a little more buzzed than you thought. But you were sober enough not to drop said glass when the door opened, and Joey slipped in.
His cheeks were flushed, and the tips of his ears were red and in his hand, he carried a nearly empty beer bottle. He looked up as he put his hand on the door to stop it swinging. “Hello, American Girl.”
“Hello, British Boy.”
He glanced around the small kitchen. “Are you hiding?”
You shook your head with a grin. “Switching to water,” you held up your cup. “Need some ice.”
He tsked quietly. “You people really can’t deal with room-temperature beverages, can you?”
You laughed. “We can,” you said with a shrug. “We just choose not to suffer needlessly.” You paused for a moment before you lifted your eyebrows. “Are you going to move?”
“Move?”
“You’re standing in front of the fridge, dummy.”
“Oh,” he looked down for a second and then stepped half an inch to the side. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
You rolled your eyes as you crossed the room and gave him a slow shove out of the way so you could open the top door and find the nearly empty ice cube tray. You felt his eyes on you while you dumped the rest of the ice into your glass and then crossed back to the sink to refill the tray.
He waited until you’d carefully replaced the tray and closed the door before he spoke again. “So…are we going to do something about this?”
You paused, your hand still on the refrigerator handle, and bit your bottom lip before you turned to face him. “About what?”
“This.” He set his beer on the windowsill and moved both his hands back and forth in the space between you. “This…thing.”
You narrowed your eyes and tilted your head to one side. “I don’t know,” you said carefully. “Is there a…” you mirrored the way he’d moved his hands. “Thing?”
He regarded you with a curious gaze, watching as you retreated to the other side of the kitchen again. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” His full lips twitched into a brief half-smile. “Can’t ever tell if you’re flirting with me or if you’re flirting with everybody.”
“Mmm…” you nodded slowly, wondering how drunk he was. If he was going to remember any part of this in the morning.
If you wanted him to remember any part of this in the morning.
“Well, I do flirt with everyone,” you admitted and then pointed at him. “But so do you.”
Joe looked taken aback for a moment. “No, not everyone—”
“Yes,” you laughed. “Everyone.”
His smile arrived slowly, but it stretched across his whole face as he looked down and rubbed the back of his neck. “But we’re not talking about me,” he countered after a moment. “We were talking about you.”
You leaned a little harder against the kitchen counter, daring him to come closer with a lift of your brow.
This had been the dance for the last two months. Since the second day of First Year Seminar when he’d passed you a note with a little smiley face and the word Hi. Always a little too flirty to be just friends. Always a little too friendly to be anything more. Approach and retreat. Never getting quite close enough to tip the scales in one way or the other.
“What about me?” you asked. He took a few steps closer, encouraging you to keep talking. “Do you want me to say that I like you, Joey? That I have a crush on you?
“It’d certainly make things easier.”
You snorted. “I bet it would. But I’m not going to.”
Joe stopped and pouted in confusion. “Why not?”
“Because I’m not stupid!” you said with another laugh. “Admitting any of that would just be asking for heartache and that’s the last thing I need right now.”
He put a dramatic hand on his chest. “Asking for heartache?” he repeated. “What makes you say that?”
“The fact that you are too good-looking and too talented to be trusted and everyone knows it.”
He accepted this with a nod, taking another step toward you. “Well, that doesn’t sound like anything I have any control over.” You snorted again and shook your head. “Hardly my fault you find me so irresistible—”
“Oh, did I say that?” you laughed. “When did I say that?”
“Okay,” he reconsidered, turning a little pinker. “Maybe not irresistible. But you…think I’m good-looking?”
You felt your cheeks burn slightly. “Like you don’t know you’re good-looking,” you muttered.
“And…talented?”
“Again,” you lifted your eyes to meet his, surprised to find him barely a foot away from you. “You already know that about yourself.”
“Still,” he reasoned. “That…really sounds like you might have a crush on me.”
“If I do, it’s fading fast,” you replied. “Because I did not come to this party to stroke your ego, sir.” You held up a finger as he opened his mouth. “Or anything else of yours, for that matter.”
He smirked again. “Yeah, alright,” he shrugged. “That’s fair. Doesn’t solve our problem, though.”
“And what problem is that?”
“The problem where you think I’m too good-looking and talented to be trusted, but I think you’re…” he let out a slow whoosh of an exhale. “Gorgeous and really funny and crazy good on stage and I…can’t seem to think about anything else lately.”
Your heart was hammering somewhere high in your throat as he rested one hand on the counter beside your hip. You swallowed hard. “That, uh,” you cleared your throat. “That does sound like a problem.”
“Any thoughts on a solution?”
You considered it for a moment. “You could localize your flirting a little,” you admitted. “Make a girl feel special every now and then.”
Joey lifted his eyebrows and nodded. “Anything else?”
You smiled and shook your head. “How ‘bout you start with that,” you suggested. “Might be a little more difficult than you think.”
“And…what are you going to do, while I’m starting with that?” his voice was lower, his chest just an inch from yours.
“I’m…” You pushed yourself up onto your toes and paused with your lips a breath away from his. “Going to go home.”
His eyes opened as you ducked under his arm and danced away. He looked like someone just doused him with cold water. “Really?”
You paused with your hand on the kitchen door. “Really.”
“All alone?”
“All alone.”
He looked around the room a moment before his eyes landed on your abandoned glass. “What about your ice?”
You grinned. “You keep it,” you suggested with a shrug. “You need it more than I do.”
Joe stayed in the kitchen while you swept back out into the crowded living room to say your goodbyes before heading up the two flights of stairs to the flat you shared with Claire, Zorra, and three others.
You had a text waiting for you after you’d brushed your teeth and were climbing into bed.
We’re not done talking about this.
You grinned and sent back a single heart in response.
No, you certainly weren't. 
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How They Lost Their Virginities
Warnings: NSFW
Reader: Female
Characters: Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Rindou
A quick apology, after the accidental deletion of this post I honestly fell into a very bad mindset since I had spent hours on it. I had no desire to work on it since I was so scared it would happen again, but now, with a good amount of free time and some inspiration I'm finally ready to complete the second half. Thank you for all the love and support <3
The long-awaited second half of How They (Almost) Lost Their Virginities -> Read The First Half Here
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Chifuyu
After the whole car incident and the fact that you couldn't bring yourself to look your boyfriend's mother in the face after she found an open condom wrapper in the backseat of her car, both of you decided to just kind of cool it.
Your time began to fill up with college applications while Chifuyu worked on getting his license. The two of you would have study sessions together, flashcards scattered around you and breaks with a few kisses shared, though nothing really heated except for a make out session every now and again. Like I said, you both had goals on the mind.
It wasn't till the week of your winter break did it finally happen. Your parents were away visiting family, aiming to be back the day after you arrived home, and your boyfriend had managed to get time off work to drive to your university to pick you up.
Due to him having arrived late into the night you felt it would be best to just stay inside your dorm for the night and get a head start in the morning so you could be back home at a rather reasonable time.
With your roommate having already left the day before you felt no awkwardness with letting your boyfriend share your rather small bed with you. It felt nice, his arms wrapped around your waist as he peered over your shoulder at the small television you and your roommate had purchased. A rerun of a rather old anime that you and Chifuyu had seen before was currently on, though hardly held either of your attention.
Maybe that's how you found yourself in this current situation. His lips against the back of your neck as you grind back against him. When you reach back to try and cup him does he finally stop what he's doing. Gently grasping your wrist and kissing at your shoulder apologizing for his lack of control. However, said control goes out the window when you gently pull your hand away from his, grabbing at his wrist and leading his hand to your breast.
His eyes are wide as you lead it to your chest. The faint glow of the television allows him to see your nervous expression, biting at your lip as you seem to be thinking something over. Once your mind is settled you look at him with a small smile, and apply a bit of pressure against his hand, having him grope you. "Lets do it." You finally whisper.
Chifuyu has to blink a couple times, processing what exactly you had just asked him. You wanted to do it. You wanted to have sex with him. His breathing is shaky and his face is flushed at the very idea, quickly, he sits up, causing you to jump in a bit of surprise. "I'll be right back!" He says a bit to loudly, giving you a quick kiss before scampering out of your bed to try and rush out to his car.
You watch from your window, biting at your bottom lip to stifle your laughter as you watch Chifuyu try to run down the icy street. The parking lot is quite a distance away, but you see your boyfriend make his way back up about five minutes later, once again nearly slipping, and clearly hiding something in his pocket. He gives an embarrassed apology to an elderly couple he nearly ran into before finally darting back towards your dorm.
Once inside, everything happens so fast. Your clothes are on the floor and his lips are on yours. He kisses you for a while, laying on top of you as you both begin to grind against one another. The gasp you release once he latches onto your nipple makes him groan, his hips grinding against your bed at the sound. He wastes no time making his way down, his lips kissing your stomach, your thighs and your clit that's hidden by your drenched underwear that he quickly discards.
Your quick to weave your fingers through his hair an embarrassed moan clawing from your throat as he begins to hungrily lick at you. No Peke J to attack him, and no car door flying open, causing you to tumble out. No, he makes sure your legs are wrapped around his shoulders as he hungrily sucks on your clit. The noises you make honestly make him nearly come right then and there, but he holds back. Instead, slipping two fingers inside to hear more.
He already lost the opportunity twice to have you cum on his mouth, he's not letting it go again. Thus, he moans it your cunt when he feels you cum. He allows you to grind against his face, your head thrown back, back arched, and beautiful tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Once he pulls away, you both meet half way, lips colliding as he grabs you by the hips to bring you closer.
You try to reach down to which he again, grabs your wrist. "I won't last long if you touch me, when I come I want it to be inside you." He insists, reaching down to his discarded pants to try and search for one of the condoms he grabbed. His face goes red when you comment that he was responsible for carrying protection around. However, he would never admit to you the real reason.
The fact that when his mother excitedly opened his wallet to see his new license and found a condom inside one of the pockets, he ended up getting hit upside the head with said wallet. Being lectured by his mother that keeping a condom in a wallet is one of the worst things you could do, and if he ever wanted to keep protection on him to at least keep it somewhere hidden in the car.
After he slipped the condom on he honestly stilled, staring down at you. Hair messy, skin covered in sweat and thighs slick with your first orgasm. He wanted to remember this moment forever. Once more, he grabbed at your thighs, pulling you closer so his cock laid flushed against your clit, earning a moan from the both of you. Due to lacking lubrication, Chifuyu decided to just grind his cock against your drenched pussy, earning him a few beautiful moans whenever the head would brush against your clit.
He didn't finally stop until you started to announce that you were once again coming. Chifuyu reached down, his thumb pressing against your aching clit, helping you reach your second release before finally grabbing his cocking and redirecting it to your twitching hole.
The sound of both of you gasping as he finally slips inside is the only noise that bounces off the walls of your room (well, except for the tv you never turned off in the background to help try and drown out the noises you two were making). Chifuyu rests his body against yours as he steadily eases in, his fist grasping at the pillow beside your head while your legs wrap around his waist to pull him closes, your nails scratching at his back causing him to twitch inside you.
You're heaven. He's going to come right then and there with how tight you are. But he tries his best to remain calm, to not finish early. But honestly, its hard with how you whimper that he fills you up so nice into his ear, that you want him to move and fuck your pussy. Thus, he does as you request. Sitting up slightly to capture your lips before thrusting his hips. With how much he's already worked up and with how sensitive you are with your past two orgasms it doesn't take long for the two of you to both finish.
Chifuyu is honestly a bit embarrassed but you tell him not to worry, especially when he pulls out to get rid of the used condom, just to turn around to see you on your hands and knees, presenting yourself to him for another round. He nearly fell off the bed trying to quickly get another condom.
Mitsuya
After the incident at the school both of you become a bit paranoid. Whenever the two of you try spending time alone every little noise causes you both to jump apart. His mother could be away and his sisters at school with you both on his couch, his lips against your neck. However, you're quick to jump away from each other when you even hear his next door neighbor open and close their door with a rather loud slam.
He'll still leave lingering touches, passing by you in the kitchen and placing a hand upon your waist before kissing your cheek and walking away to help his mother set the table. No more risky hip grabs and neck kisses though.
As the two of you got older, it was obvious to Mitsuya's mother that the two of you obviously wanted some alone time together, thus, whenever she'd get off work she made it a goal to take her younger daughters out so her son could spend time with you.
She'd even go as far as announcing that they wouldn't be back till late, really late sometimes, depending on what they decided to do. Though, she'd only come home confused with her tired daughters wobbling past her to get to their room, as she stared at her son on one end of the couch and you on the other.
At first she thought the two of you had an argument due to the separation, however, she didn't know that you two had set an alarm for the possible time she could be returning with her daughters, giving you enough time to calm your flushed faces and correct yourselves.
It wasn't till Mitsuya finally found a studio to work in that it happened between you both.
Mitsuya had announced earlier to his mother that week that he had wanted to do something special for you, seeing as you'd been busy with school and him his fashion career. He'd signed off on the space last week and was wanting to surprise you with it, though his mother had other thoughts. Her heart swelled at the thought that after her son would return home the following night he'd be an engaged man.
Oh, how off she was.
Marriage was the last thing either of you could afford at the moment honestly and Mitsuya really didn't care to explain to his mother that he and you were planning to lose your virginities to each other that night. Thus, he let her believe whatever she wanted.
He had prepared you both a bento picnic to enjoy with each other and left a few blankets and pillows throughout the week at his studio. Luckily nobody questioned him as he brought them in, instead just deciding that he was keeping them there for late nights when he decided to work late at the office. Once again, what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
You both ended up meeting outside the building of his new studio location, your eyes wide and excited as he led you inside. Once inside you both take a seat on the makeshift palette Mitsuya had put together, spreading out the different bentos, and his cheeks becoming red as you proudly show off the cheap bottle of wine you managed to snag from your parents liquor cabinet. It had been a gift from a relative, and you had heard the comment from both of them that they didn't really care for cheap wine, later that evening, so hopefully they wouldn't mind that it was missing.
The night was quick to fall into a fit of laughter as you exchanged stories. Yours revolving around school and Mitsuya's around the people he'd currently met on the floor his studio's located on. Happy laughter quickly shifted into drunken as you both finished the bottle of wine, your stomach full and both of you in rather good spirits. It wasn't till you both cleaned up (rather clumsily) and laid down, allowing the alcohol to steadily leave your system did things start turning.
At some point Mitsuya's lips had found yours, a soft and gentle kiss steadily becoming heated, especially when you climbed on top of him. Both your shirts were first to go along with your bra. Once your breasts bounced free, Mitsuya was quick to latch on, sucking and biting at your nipple, while groping and massaging the breast he couldn't get to. He couldn't help but groan when you started grinding against his growing erection, which you were quick to reach down and quickly free from the confines of his pants.
Mitsuya released a shacky breath once you stood up to finish stripping, watching as you slipped your skirt off along with your underwear and kicked them to the side. Once you sat back down on his hips, he made quick work of slipping two fingers inside you. He chuckled lowly and your pleasured expression, however his teasing was short lived once you reached down yourself to grasp his growing cock in your hand.
He couldn't help but throw his head back at the feeling of you spitting on his cock while quickly thrusting your hand up and down as you began to ride his fingers. It didn't take long for him to know when he was about to come, the knot in his stomach becoming tighter with each thrust of your hand. Thus, he quickly grabbed at your wrist, begging you to stop before he came, to which you did.
While you gave him time to calm down, he watched you climbed off his lap, crawling over to the back he had brought in search of the condoms he'd mentioned in his text earlier that week. Once his breathing began to even out, he smirked, crawling up behind you and placing a hand on the center of your back to push you down. You watched as he opened up another compartment, pulling out a condom and handing it to you.
He watched with amusement as you excitedly opened the package before handing it back to him. Mitsuya was quick to slip on the rubber, moaning lowly at the snugness, before aligning at your drooling entrance. You had grabbed a pillow as he slipped on the condom, moaning into it as he now slowly entered you.
You both remained still, adjusting to each other and whimpering as Mitsuya kissed along your neck and shoulders. You both released a shaky moan as he slowly began to thrust, moving his hips at a steady pace as to allow you to adjust to his size. However, it didn't take long for you to start begging him to go faster, for him to roughly grab you by the hips and pull you back against his thrusts.
The room that was once filled with laughter was now filling with heat and sweat as your boyfriend rutted into you like an animal in heat, not that you were complaining. In fact you were reaching behind you, grabbing at his thigh and begging for him to go harder.
Such request is why you were now on your back, staring up at the love of your life as he shifted you into a mating press before roughly thrusting back in. You were quick to wrap your arms around his neck, moaning lovingly as you clawed at his back, his cock now reaching deeper inside you. It wasn't long after switching positions, your pussy grasping him tightly and twitching that he realized you were close to coming.
Thus, Mitsuya was quick to reach down, his thumb rubbing circles against your clit, to help you reach your climax. He wasn't expecting, however, the liquid the threatened to push him out of your pussy as your squirted due to overstimulation. Such an action had him coming with just a few more thrusts.
He was quick to catch himself from falling on top of you, instead slipping out and lying by your side. Both of you had a hard time catching your breaths as your lips quickly met, Mitsuya bringing you closer to his body as you draped a leg around his hip. Once the adrenaline died down, and the room began to cool off did he help you clean up, pulling one of the blankets over you and pressing a soft kiss against your forehead before dozing off.
Rindou
Honestly, you two don't let the love hotel incident phase either of you. However, you also didn't try again right after. When Rin came home that night his older brother didn't even try and hide his laughter, however, he doesn't know what exactly happened either, so he just kinda assumes.
For the next few weeks Rindou gets spammed with links from his older brother of porn videos such as "Fucking my girlfriend and it slips out because I have a small dick" "Fucked my girlfriend off the bed and she got a concussion it was so good" "Accidentally came after entering my neighbor for the first time"
Rindou tries his best to ignore the texts and tells his older sibling he hopes his phone gets virus. Personally he's more embarrassed than angry, especially because in the end he had to figure out an excuse to give to his older sibling as to why your nose was bleeding when you two arrived back at his place.
You do make sure to tease him with the lingerie though. Sending him photos of you wearing it, of your cleavage, of your ass with the skirt barely covering it. And all when you know he's having meetings with Kanto Manji Gang.
It's even worse when Ran see's your name pop up, leading to him trying to glance over his younger brothers shoulder at your scantily clad form. A form that is meant for his eyes only.
However, sending an image of the lingerie top hugging your breasts tighter than usual with your nipples clearly showing through the thin fabric is what finally led Rindou to making a move. Having shown up at your door step in the middle of the night after a meeting and said spicy image from earlier sent just about two hours prior. When you open the door you're out of the lingerie, now replaced with an oversized t-shirt, shorts and a tired expression, almost as if he had woken you up.
Oh, well.
Maybe he should feel bad. It is nearly midnight after all, however, he also currently has an erection and expects you to take responsibility. Thus, he wastes no time entering your home, dragging you with him and finally releasing you once inside your bedroom. Luckily your parents are gone for the weekend, something you had mentioned earlier, so he doesn't even try to close your bedroom door. He can see your messed up bed, a clear sign that he did obviously wake you up.
However, he doesn't mind, it'll be messed up further in a few minutes anyway. He takes a seat, and eyes you up and down, watching as you try to wake yourself up further. "Change." Is all he says, leaning back on one of his hands as he begins unbuttoning his gang jacket. It doesn't take you long to understand what he wants, a tired frown being replaced with a tired yet amused smile.
You make quick work, rushing over to your dresser and grabbing the lingerie before rushing into your private bathroom. Sure, maybe you'd probably liked a little heads up as to do your make up and maybe work on your hair a bit, but at the same time now you don't have to worry about runny mascara, and wasted hair products.
By the time you step out Rindou is already undressed, left in his boxers and- did he push your dressers away from your bed a bit? You shake off the idea, climbing onto the bed and allowing him to guide you onto his lap. He lets you reach up and gently take his glasses off, leaning over a bit farther than usual to try and place his glasses on the nightstand.
You can't help but yelp as you feel a harsh smack against your ass, eyes going wide. Quickly, you turn your head to glare at your boyfriend who pretends he didn't just leave a handprint on your ass. With a huff, you finally set his glasses down returning to the spot on his lap soon after.
Once comfortable, you can't help but feel a little shy as your boyfriend takes in your appearance. The light of your bedside lamp provides more of a clear view of how you look, better than whatever trash lighting the love hotel had tried to use. Rindou can't help but bring his hands to your sides, feeling the expensive fabric under his finger tips before slipping his hands underneath to grasp at your hips.
Slowly, he leads you into a slow pace of you grinding against his clothed erection. However, the pace doesn't last long nor does your underwear. Both are discarded, leaving you in just the sheer slip, your wet pussy grinding against your boyfriends exposed cock. You release a shacky breath whenever his tip rubs against your clit, and any time you start to slow down due to this, Rin is grasping your ass and moving you to keep going.
Even after you announce that you're about to cum he shows no mercy. Instead, he bucks his hips upward, causing more friction. The smile that pulls at the corner of his lips is subtle but it's there, watching as you fall apart on his lap, your come slipping onto his cock, mixing with his precum. He expects you to stop, to request a moment of rest before continuing, however, it seems you had other plans.
Climbing off his lap and resting between his knee's, taking his thick cock into your mouth with a delighted hum. Rin is quick to reach down and grasp at your hair, throwing his head back as he feels you deep throat him. He wastes no time, abusing your mouth to try and reach his climax, watching as tears stream from your eyes. The sounds you make are lewd and honestly, he's living for it.
He allows you to pull away, grasping at his cock and stroking it quick with your tongue hanging out. Such a sight doesn't take long for him to reach his peek, his come landing on your cheek and tongue. Honestly, he came a lot more than he'd expected, though he'd not complaining because you're happily licking up what he has to offer.
Once you've cleaned up, you're right back on him, hips raised and hands lifting the lingerie a bit so he can try and find your entrance. Once he does, his hands find your hips guiding you down his length. Honestly, Rin wants nothing more than to start thrusting up into you, to have you cream again but this time with his cock inside you, however, he's patient. He lets you get used to his size and waits till you start moving yourself.
Only then does he start thrusting upwards, watching as your breasts bounce with each thrust, as you cry out his name as you quickly reach another climax, nearly squeezing the life out of him. He happily helps you pull the top part of your lingerie down, pulling you towards him so your chests are pressed against one another. His lips find yours, and he chuckles against them whenever you whimper, moaning that he's stretching you so wide, whenever he hits deep enough to find your special spot.
He also enjoys the little yelps you make when he slaps at your ass, a silent demand to not slow down, to go faster, which you try your best to do. It isn't till your next orgasm is he finally coming inside you, holding you close with your lips against his. Once you both pull away to catch your breaths does he finally hear you whimpering that he came inside, that he didn't bring condoms. That's okay though, because if anything happens, he'll take responsibility, he'll support you, stay by your side if you grow pregnant with his child.
Not like he's all worried, because Kanto Manji Gang is taking a turn soon, and he wants you there by his side the whole way through.
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Tags: @mor-pheus @lu-cy22 @jelly1ce69 @shouaddict
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panigamermauser · 3 months
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So, finally got myself to download epilogue.
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It was an enjoyable experience for what it is. I will discard that it is not what I wanted. I had enough time to accept that Larian cannot stick the landing to save their life, and BG3 was not an exception, no matter how much I wanted it to be.
More details, spoilers, opinions, speculations etc under the cut.
For me it was solid 8/10 experience.
I dropped 1 point because they took away our inventory and did not put a single potion of animal speak in the camp. So I could not talk to Scratch and Owly! What travesty is that?!!!
I was considering going back to before the point of no return to add the spell, but decided it will take too long, and this was my first run anyways, so I missed some things or got suboptimal quest outcomes because it was a blind run.
And another half point off is for assuming Tav would leave Scratch and Owly behind. Wysteria WOULD NEVER abandon her furbabies!
And to get all the grumpynes out of the way - and put them in the last half-point I took off my score, here it is.
I do not get why epilogue removed scene of Wyll and Karlach in Hell. It was such a cool scene, and it would tie-in nicely with epilogue. Why? Put it back!
Also, why I was not allowed to talk more to Astarion? I get that in game he and Tav were together all this time. But me as a player was not there.
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The least they could do is give us unlimited hugs and kisses, like with Halsin. And if there narratively no news between Tav and Astarion, we could have talked about Sebastian's letter and Gur's letter. And discussing moving in with Halsin or Gale. Both have invited us, after all. That would have been perfect. But unlimited hugs and kisses should have been a bare minimum!
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And I hate Wither's 'this is the end... for now. You might be needed later'. Do not fucking tease new content if you have no plans to do it. Just stop. Give us definitive ending, or announce you plan to add dlc or a sequel at the same time as the tease. Especially if it is for a new game that won't be out for many years and not a dlc.
(And yeah, I read all the hints he has in his room. Dark Sun letter combined with Milil... My guess is that Cyric is the next Big Bad. I get excited by such things, and I do not want to get excited this early. Either announce the thing or do not tease 😤).
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Companions do not interact with each other💔
And just some puzzling things.
Why not all companions get unlimited hugs? I love Shadowheart, yes! But I also love Karlach and Wyll! They need unlimited hugs too!
I wonder how Tav knew about 9 wagons of kids with Halsin if it was only mentioned in deleted datamined epilogue slides and was not a player's knowledge in the game itself?
Gale says he gave crown to Mystra. But we left it to rot in the river! Did he go back and went diving anyways?
Now onto good things!
So, Milil cameo is 10/10, Wysteria nearly peed her pants with excitement! He better be romanceable in the next game.
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Loved seeing Boo riding on Minsc's shoulder. And hearing Minsc's descriptions of all the companions. Heartwarming! Though Boo is a tease with all the arcane remedies for vampiric condition that he will not say, because love is the strongest!🙃
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Guess we'll go to Gale's magic students and quiz them on the topic then😄
Loved newspapers and letters. It was especially sweet of Haarlep to write💖 Please write more and come to visit too😏 My favourite Incubus indeed!
Also, lol @ so many ppl wanting to fuck Raphael now that he is dead🤣
Shadowheart having a million and a half of animals is very sweet! Especially wolf cub! 💖
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Karlach and Wyll are officially a couple now? Yes please😍
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The egg hatched! Hello gith baby boy!
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And Lae actually saying she missed Wysteria? 💖💖💖
I am happy Halsin has finally settled down. I think Wysteria and Astarion will settle down with him when they find the cure. And at least Astarion will have a good home when Wysteria dies of old age. I mean, even if cured, Astarion is still an elf with hundreds of years left to live. And tieflings have human lifespan. So Wysteria will die much earlier that both Halsin and Astarion. Unless Withers does smth about it.
Did Arabella become Elminster's apprentice? Or there's some other 'beard man' she's talking about?🤔
Happy for Alfira and Lakrissa getting a house and a music school💖
Nice tease about Karlach and Wyll finding a hellforge map! I'd love it to be a dlc, but I will take offscreen cure too.
Wyll becoming a ranger now that he's not a Warlock is very cool. I wish we could meet his animal companions
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Tara is a treasure💖
I am very glad the game recognized I did not kill Nocturne and just knocked her out😊
Overall it was a very nice small free thing. I'd prefer payed large one where we visit everyone and actually SEE the changes. Oh well. It was good for what it is.
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Stay Part 3
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This fic will fulfill the Exhibitionism square in my @spnkinkevents bingo card:
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Series Summary: Y/N knows what she's doing is wrong, but she doesn't want to let it go.
Chapter Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Fingering, P in V unprotected sex, public sex. Cheating. Mentions of infidelity and slight emotional abuse/abandonment in a relationship.
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N
Word Count: 1,419
A/N: This is the third part to my Stay series. It is a completed five part series. One part will be released every day. Hope you enjoy!
The beautiful divider below and at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89
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D: I’m coming through tomorrow. Can I see you? Me: Yes. What time? D: Nine o’clock. Me: I’ll be waiting at the usual spot.
Y/N stared at the screen a moment before deleting the conversation. Her stomach was filled with butterflies at the prospect of seeing Dean again. It had been nearly a month since they’d last been together and every day had dragged, without the prospect of him. 
They’d sexted a few times, and it had mostly sustained her, but it wasn’t nearly enough. With just words on a screen she couldn’t hear the way his voice dipped so low and smooth as he whispered the endless things he was going to do to her, she couldn’t feel his rough, callused fingers push deep inside her, creating a perfect friction. 
But now he was coming, and all of that would be hers to have; she felt giddy. 
And like a lightning bolt from the sky she suddenly knew she was going to leave her marriage tonight. 
The feelings she had when she was with Dean were like nothing she’d ever known. She ached for him constantly, looking forward to every scrap of contact from him. She laughed with him when they laid their heads together on the pillow, he made her feel whole again, cherished under his hand, precious, and important. 
At her happiest in her marriage, she’d never felt that way. She’d always felt like she had to earn her right to be his wife, he always gave her the impression that he’d settled for her. Maybe he had. But she knew the truth was, she’d settled too. She’d been too scared to venture outside what was comfortable, believing the half-hearted love he offered was all she could ask for.
She knew better now, knew she was worth more, knew she wasn’t just his maid, that she shouldn’t be taken for granted, that she mattered. 
When he came home that night, she had a bag packed and a goodbye prepared.
The next day, she waited on the bus bench on the outskirts of town, where she always sat and waited for him to show up in his sleek black Impala. More than once they’d simply pulled into a vacant lot nearby and enjoyed a few quick hours in the backseat, desperate for more time, but grateful to be able to satiate their never-ending need for each other.
It was nine thirty and she began to wonder if he was coming, because in spite of the rigorous hours he kept as an agent with the FBI, he was rarely ever late to meet her. But finally she saw his headlights rising over the hill in the distance and her stomach tightened. 
He pulled over to the side of the road, and cut the engine. The door squeaked loudly as he slammed it shut behind him and walked towards her. Her mouth watered at his long, bow-legged stride; she didn’t think she’d ever get tired of just watching the way he moved..
When he reached her, he bent over, placing one hand on either side of her shoulders, as he gripped the back of the bench, trapping her between his arms. His smile was soft and sweet as he leaned down to kiss her gently.
“Hi.” He said when he pulled back. 
Y/N tried to clear her head as his woodsy scent surrounded her. “Hey.” 
He sat down beside her, but just as he did she heard his phone beep. He pulled it out of his jacket pocket and then swore.
“What is it?” She asked, already dreading the answer.
He looked at her with disappointed eyes. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, but…something just came up in a case, and I gotta go meet my partner.”
Y/N felt her eyes fill with tears and she was horribly embarrassed. She tried to smile through them, nodding. “Okay, that’s…I get it.”
Dean frowned deeply. “Hey, hey.” He said as he thumbed away a tear. “I’ll do my best to get back here much sooner next time.”
Biting her lip, Y/N tried to nod again. “Yeah, it’s okay. If you gotta go…” She trailed off and then decided to tell him how she really felt. She didn’t want to pretend anymore than she already did in her life. “I’ve just missed you so much, I’m just…” She licked her lips. “I ache for you, Dean.”
She saw his jaw tighten, his nostrils flaring slightly as he tried to tamp down his own need. “Me too, sweetheart, me too.” He stared at her a moment more before he suddenly lifted her onto his lap. He smiled wickedly as he pushed his hand up her skirt. Y/N gasped roughly, shock and desire warring within her.
He chuckled slightly as he pushed her panties aside and slowly pushed a finger inside her. “Luckily you’re ideally dressed for a quick solution.” 
He slid a second finger in, and Y/N buried her face in the side of his neck, trying to stifle her cries of pleasure. As he pumped his fingers in and out of her, scissoring her open and then adding a third, she saw a car coming over the hill and she squealed in embarrassment at the prospect of someone seeing them. A second car was right behind the first and she pushed on his thick wrist.
“Dean.” She said, before she gasped as his fingers brushed her over her sweet spot. “Fuck!”
Dean pulled back slightly. “Want me to stop, baby?” He asked, his eyes teasing.
Y/N shook her head. “No, god no. But,” she pointed at the car, “shouldn’t we get in the car at least?”
Dean just shook his head. “No time.” He pulled his fingers out of her and scooched her onto one thigh as he popped open the button on his pants, and yanked his zipper down before pulling out his cock and fisting it in his huge hand. 
He lifted her easily and then impaled her on his rock hard dick. She couldn’t bite back her loud moan that time, her head falling back against his shoulder and she prayed the car driving by at that exact moment hadn’t heard her. They were ever so slightly blocked from the road by the length of the Impala and she prayed that would be enough to shield them from the cars that passed by regularly as Dean fucked up into her.
Thankfully they were both so desperate for release that they came within minutes, Dean burying his face in her hair, and Y/N scratching up the back of Dean’s hand where he gripped her around the waist. 
After half a minute, she stood up on incredibly wobbly legs, readjusting her skirt, and Dean tucked himself back into his pants. He stood up and kissed her fast and hard.
“I’m sorry again, baby. But I’ll make it up to you next time, okay?”
Y/N nodded and he ran his hand up and down her arm before smiling at her and turning back to his car. 
She had no idea what prompted her, but she found herself calling out to him.
“I left him yesterday.”
Dean froze and then slowly turned back to face her. His face was carefully blank, something she’d never seen from him before, she couldn’t read him at all.
Eventually he looked away from her, off into the distance, and she saw the muscle jump in his jaw again; that was almost always a sign that he was suppressing something, or was bothered by something. 
“I didn’t ask you to do that.” His voice was flat and she felt her heart lurch at his words.
She crossed her arms over her stomach and squeezed herself tightly. “I know that.” She said, trying not to sound defensive. “I didn’t do it for you.”
That was almost the truth.
He looked back at her and his eyes were hard. “Why are you telling me this? What do you expect me to say?”
She bit down hard on her lip, willing the tears back. She shrugged, trying to be nonchalant. “I don’t expect anything. I just…just wanted to tell you.”
His phone beeped again, and he looked down at it quickly. “Fuck.” He said quietly. He glanced back at her. “Look, I can’t stay here, I gotta go.”
She nodded and waved him away, her heart splintering. “Sure, go.”
He stared at her a moment more before turning on his heel and walking away, as she’d always known would happen.
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holdinbacksecrets · 2 years
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svt reaction to when you can’t get over them/they can’t get over you after a year??
i love your writing style sm!!!
forgive me for only getting to five >.< and thank you 🫶
it’s been a year. you leave a voicemail
♡“you know what i did last night? i pulled out the box from my closet. i left it on the highest shelf and let myself believe that would keep it out of reach, out of sight, and completely out of my mind. but i went to the hardware store and bought a step stool. i didn’t sleep. i combed through each piece of us. i swam through memories. i savored our leftovers.”
seungcheol: he’ll listen to the voicemail again. he’ll lay back in bed and think about the way your words feel. the way your voice sounds. the way he can dissect the emotions you’re holding in the back of your throat. swallow or throw them up. he’ll call back to remind you, to allow you
♡“why did you let me meet your family? why did you let me sit on your parents’ couch and take in all the words they wanted to share with me? each one has settled into my soul like sediments in a river. they’re a part of me now just like you’ll always be and— i think i’d be sick. i would feel sick sitting on the couch of parents that aren’t yours. i don’t want anyone else smoothing away my anxiety with their fingertips it wouldn’t work. i would think of you. i would miss you more.”
jeonghan: he carries your words around with him for the rest of the week. he sees them in street signs, on storefront windows. he tells himself they’ll go away, but they won’t. they’ll stick and saturate and consume until he calls you back and says what he needs to. he doesn’t know what that is yet, and he hopes you can be patient. he hopes the passing minutes don’t plant something dark and bitter
♡“you know those stained glass windows? how they sparkle beneath the sun. i can’t really— i should be able to shine on my own, but it was you all over my life that left me glowing. your love made me feel alive like one does when the warm sun meets their skin and crosses their face. you have to close your eyes because it’s nearly painful: the beautiful brightness.”
joshua: he has to leave his apartment and walk around the block a few times. the sun is covered by clouds. maybe that’s a good thing and for the best. his heart would ache if the sun brushed his skin
♡“can we pretend it hasn’t been a year and everything is still the same? because i want you here… closer as close as you can get. i’ve been walking around with half a heart. it’s quite extraordinary i’m still alive.”
soonyoung: what do you want from him? should you try again? do you mean it? yes, you always mean what you say. he knows that. he knows everything about you. he used to. he’s missing bits of your everything. he’s missed so many days, so many mundane moments shared at your kitchen table. he calls you hours later. there’s so much to say
♡“i gave away all the mugs i own except for the one you would use. it was my college mug. you’d ask me about school sometimes. the most random times. when your mind was wandering, and you wanted to slip into a memory of mine. now, i tell them to myself as i reach for the mug once my tea has brewed.”
mingyu: he’ll call you as soon as it ends. you don’t answer. he hangs up, cursing himself because you did something he didn’t have the guts to do before calling again. you wake up to the voicemail notification. you stare at the numbers. you deleted his contact, but you remember those numbers together, resembling a bittersweet melody. you rub your eyes and wonder if the world is tricking you
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frostbytemyrik · 5 months
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Land back is literally Nazi 'blood and soil' ideology. The idea that a certain people have a unique connection to the land of a certain region and are the only rightful rulers of it. Every group of 'indigenous' people killed or forced some other group of people off of that land they're on before they took over it. Everyone is a colonizer if you go back far enough. It's totally incoherent.
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Posting this publicly so other people can see this too to confirm I'm not just going completely mad. Are y'all seeing this? Did someone really just roll up to my inbox and claim the Land Back movement is comparable to Nazi ideology? Am I making up this clownery?
Anyway, cite your sources. EVERY group is a bold claim. And even then, that doesn't excuse the atrocities committed unto them by the European colonizers, nor the devastation that said colonizers continue to bring upon the planet and Her people.
From an ecological standpoint, stewardship is crucial to many environments. Native humans have tended to the land, and when colonizers "settled" it, they disregarded any care that it may need and, through a mix of killing Natives off and forbidding them from lands they were on first, keept and still keep them from tending it and never bothered learning to tend it themselves. It's the major reason why the Australian wildfires were so devastating.
But we aren't looking at this from a purely ecological standpoint, are we? We're looking at it from a humanitarian perspective, too. When we show up where other people already are and violently remove them from where they've lived for countless generations, make them houseless, starve them, defile their sacred spaces, mass murder their main sources of food and fabric, forcibly convert them to our religions, separate them from their families, and punish them for speaking their own languages... is it right? Does the fact that some of these nations have warred with others in the past make this okay? Does that make this treatment justified? (I'd think this is a rhetorical question, but considering this anon showed up I feel the need to specify: the answer is OBVIOUSLY NOT.)
This is just the list that I, a white man in the US, came up with on the spot, and this is only about a few of the abuses committed by the US alone. There's a lot more to be added here. No people deserve such mistreatment and no people ever will.
The continued persecution of Native peoples around the world will not end until the rights to stewardship of lands they had stolen from them are acknowledged.
LAND BACK NOW
Edit: Whenever I come back to edit this, Tumblr deletes all my sources in that big block of atrocities, so I'm just posting them all here below. TW for racism, genocide, and...just about everything else.
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Barnes, Barnes & Barnes: Part 1
I accidentally deleted my blog and now I have to start from scratch, here I am re-uploading everything
The door slammed behind you as you entered your floor; you roughly yanked the shirt over your head only to throw it in the clothes hamper to be taken to the laundry room.
Shuffling into the kitchen, in the avenger’s tower, you opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, twisting the cap off and taking your first steady drink. You nearly finish half of the water before your attention is pulled to the three chirps that FRIDAY plays for you to know there’s a danger within the tower.
“FRIDAY,” you addressed the AI who was trying to make contact with you, “what’s up?”
“Mission debriefing has been sent to your files-“
“Thanks.” You cut the AI off and walked from the kitchen to the living room, opening your laptop and accessing the files you needed to see.
As you clicked the tab twice, the mission debrief popped up on the screen. You started with the first file and moved on to one and then the other. You’d spent nearly an hour diving into the mission debriefing before you felt your heart stop.
You paused at one of the pictures that had been taken from the cameras built into the gear you’d used, taking notice of something that shouldn’t have been there.
While the mission was a success, and the residual bridge between realities and timelines had been sealed, it appeared as if…something had happened.
You didn’t know what, but judging from the sudden burst in energy, something had either ejected from the timeline’s/realities accessed or something had broken through.
“Well shit,” you sat back against the couch and sighed. “Guess I owe major asshole an apology.”
You closed the laptop and stood, swiping your water bottle from the coffee table and tucked it under your arm. You were determined to go to bed, to settle after the mission and finally have rest.
As you had had it halfway toward your room, you were taken by surprise as the alarm in the building started blaring. You jumped and pressed yourself back against the wall, covering one ear with your free hand and using your shoulder to block the other ear and with your neck craned, you called for FRIDAY to deliver an explanation.
“All avengers are asked to return to the floor-“
“Shit.” You ditched the water bottle and dove to the front door, ripping your shirt from the floor to yank it back on.
After you pushed your left arm through the sleeve, followed by the right, you yanked open your front door and raced toward the emergency door. You pulled open the fire door and ran down the stairs, moving from the floor you shared with two other agents to the destined floor that you had just come from.
“Shit, shit, shit-“ you came skidding to a stop when you walked through the emergency door.
The entire floor had been ripped apart as if something or someone had set a bomb off. Some of Bruce and Tony’s lab tech crushed as if a boulder was dropped onto it, but the sound of grunts coming from further within the floor had diverted your attention.
You took each step carefully, not sure what would be waiting for you, unsure of what had caused this destruction or what had fallen through the time barrier.
As you continue towards the offices, you spot more destruction that only gets worse with the closer you get. It was a trail of broken furniture and crushed glass; doors ripped off of hinges and a complete lack of care for anything or anyone who may be in the path of destruction
“It’s Barnes!” A voice came from your left, a man in a white lab coat hissed from the office you were about to pass by. He was cowering beneath an opening at the foot of a desk; laboratory beakers smashed around him. “Barnes is doing this.”
“Bucky? I just saw him. He was with Steve. He couldn’t have-“ you felt eyes on you. You felt a penetrating gaze, eyes that were studying your every movement. You slowly turned your head and locked eyes with a man who was Bucky’s carbon copy in every way, save for the wild look in his eyes, his hair length and the metal arm.
“It’s not Bucky.” You blanched. “It’s the Winter Soldier.”
It wasn’t possible. It shouldn’t have been possible. Bucky was reformed, and every piece of him that had been made to be bent to their will, to Hydra’s will, had been removed.
And yet…
You felt his eyes on you that followed your every move as he was slowly calculating what you might try.
His jaw was clenched, and his hands were balled into tight fists as he took one slow step, followed by another.
As if he knew you wouldn’t run from him.
“It’s the Winter Soldier. There’s a red star.” You glanced at the man in the lab coat to your left and slowly stepped toward the brainwashed Bucky. “Go. Get off the floor. Move!”
The man didn’t hesitate to scramble out of the office and past you, scurrying over and through destruction. With him gone, you were alone with the Winter Soldier, with no one to help you fend him off, with no one to help you fight a super-soldier.
Not yet. For now, you were on your own.
“V chem moya missiya?” His deep, raspy voice sent shivers down your spine. (What is my mission?)
“I don’t speak Russian,” you took another slow step, “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not….”
“Gotovy sootvetstvovat'.” He spoke again, his strides quickly bringing him within reach of you. (Ready to comply)
“I don’t speak-“ you frowned and felt your heart-stopping.
He had reached out with his vibranium hand and slipped his cool, metal fingers along the back of your neck as if he could feel your flesh through the vibranium. He let his metal fingers rest against your hairline at the nape before he moved his hand around the front of your neck to your throat. There was little pressure on your neck, not even enough to constrict your breathing. It was as if he wanted to feel you beneath him, feel you at his mercy.
However, the ever-present thought was that he would squeeze. You were sure you would feel his hand clenching around your neck, and he would begin choking the life out of you.
He could’ve snapped your neck with one quick twist.
“Ty dolzhen byt' moim.” (You are meant to be mine)
He wasn’t hurting you. He still wasn’t squeezing your neck; he was keeping his hand there and using his thumb to brush along the edge of your jaw.
He was gentle, almost…endearing.
“I don’t-“ you heard footsteps behind you, the clatter or objects being thrown out of the way.
Others had arrived to assist you.
“Let go of her.” With the arrival of Tony, you saw his expression change gradually, as if time was slowing down around the two of you. Tony came in, and it made you frightened.
You watched every second and millisecond as his expression changed from something that could be considered primordially soft to a feral and predatory glower that was pointed directly at the avenger behind you.
His animosity was aimed at Tony Stark and the avengers who were stationed behind him.
He took a step closer to you, your chest touching his, and finally drew his hand away from your throat. He grabbed you by your waist and threw you around his back, holding you with his right arm. He was using his strength to keep you pinned against him while he extended his left arm toward Tony Stark.
“What the hell?!” You heard more voices that belonged to members of the Avengers, and while you desired to look, he was blocking your path.
He was keeping you flush against him, hidden from the people you knew as friends.
“Let her go, robocop.” Tony raised his arm in warning. “I won’t be responsible-“
“YA yedinstvennyy, kto derzhit yeye v bezopasnosti.”
(I am the only one keeping her safe.)
“FRIDAY translation-“
The window to your right shattered, and his thick body had covered yours. You fell to the ground by his weight as glass fell around you. His body was shielding yours, his hands wrapped protectively around your head and neck, while his legs had been squeezing your thighs.
He had protected you from the glass, but in his attempt to keep you safe, he had allowed himself to be captured and made immobile by the tranquillizer that had been lodged in the skin of his neck.
He had reached the needle and yanked it out of his neck, but it was too late for him to prevent the drug from taking control of his system.
As he fell victim to the drugs that were meant to knock him out, he was pushed off your body and the Bucky you knew, the Bucky who had healed from all the trauma he suffered, lifted you to your feet and pulled you into a solid chest.
His worry translated to a tight hug and his hands roaming your back as he studied all he could to find any small nick or injury.
“How,” you questioned when you pulled away from Bucky, “are there two of you?”
“Three,” Steve approached with his shield in hand, “there’s three Bucky’s.”
“What?”
“One who survived the war, one who didn’t get rescued-“
“-and me.” Bucky’s voice was nary a whisper.
“How is that even possible?” You raised your fingers to the back of your head and winced when the pads of your fingers made contact with blood.
“L/N’s injured. Take her to the medical wing and have her looked at. Take robocop to a cell and find the red book that set him off-“
“I don’t think the red book set him off.” You brushed off an agent’s hands when he tried to reach you. “When he found me-“
“-he’s still brainwashed-“
“He was confused.” You spoke up, over Tony. “It’s like he didn’t know what he was doing or what he was here for.”
“FRIDAY play the audio feed.” Tony demanded the AI, and it was sparsely a moment before your voices were heard.
“V chem moya missiya?”
“What’s my mission?” Natasha translated.
“Gotovy sootvetstvovat'.”
“Ready to comply.” She glanced at Bucky, the reformed assassin who’s shoulders were hunched over, as he genuinely felt discomfort.
“Ty dolzhen byt' moim.”
The translation didn’t immediately come. Natasha didn’t immediately relay what he had said, but Bucky knew. And by the way his head snapped up and he stared at you, the way his blue eyes widened ever so slightly, you knew in your gut that the message wasn’t anything Bucky had said before.
“Natasha-“
“-you are meant to be mine.”
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delusional-cryptid · 1 year
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What The Thunder Said: Chapter 5 Deleted scene
So, since chapter 5 was getting really long and this scene has very little plot significance, i cut it out. I still finished it tho, so here y’all go!
Same warnings as CH5: “concussion” symptoms, negative self talk, and fainting.
Keep yourselves safe, chapter is under the cut!
The next day was Cole’s turn to babysit, and they’d decided to just play videogames because it couldn't hurt, right? Well, not quite. As soon as the level had started, Jay got so dizzy he nearly threw up. So, with a tasteless joke about jumping off the Bounty, Jay was banned from videogames for the time being. And also from being above deck alone, but Cole didn't tell him that part.
Afterwards, Jay had sprawled across the entire length of the couch, havint tossed his legs over Cole’s to achieve this. Other than the surprise symptoms, it was surprisingly easy to keep Jay from hurting himself, considering how Jay seemed to lack any of his usual energy. And although it worried Cole to see Jay nearly despondent, instead of his usual bouncy, chatty self, he knew that the Blue Ninja had every reason to act this way. Especially since, from what Cole understood, he had some mystic brain damage or something.
So suffice to say that it wasn't too odd for him to be staring up at the ceiling from where he lay on the couch. Though he seemed perfectly content, Cole still worried endlessly about him, and this worry prompted Cole to check in with his friend for perhaps the millionth time.
“Are you sure youre alright? We can always do something else, if…” the Black Ninja trailed off, unsure how to continue.
“Yes, Cole,” Jay snickered, “I'm fine. Just tired, and you're fun enough just to listen to anyways,”
“Hey!” Cole scoffed in fake offense as a smile tugged at his lips, “what’s that supposed to mean?!”
“It means that you’re throwing shade to video game characters who can’t hear you, which makes you look deranged. It’s funny though, so keep it up.” Jay waved his hand for emphasis.
Cole shook his head with a laugh and turned back to the screen.
Truth be told, the light and noise was giving Jay a headache. He had thrown an arm over his eyes to block the light, but it only served as a burning reminder of Jay's time in the departed realm. So he settled to remove his arm and just squeeze his eyes closed to try and shut out the horrible flashing light.
Eyes still fixed on the screen, Cole’s voice arose to suggest “hey, after this level we should head to the kitchen, it’s almost lunch!”
Jay distractedly hummed an assent and moved his legs off of Cole's lap and onto the floor before using one arm to push himself up into a standing position. As soon as he moved, so did that now familiar dizziness. All of the blood rushed away from his head and black splotches crowded his vision and Jay reached out for the arm of the couch.
His fingertips brushed the worn fabric, and he pitched forward.
Cole briefly glanced up, eye caught by the motion. His muscles seized with terror as Jay fell, and Cole didn’t have to think before his body moved. The controller clattered to the ground, discarded, as the Earth Ninja practically threw himself off the couch to stop Jay from hitting the ground face first.
The man lunged, half tackling Jay before scooping the Blue Ninja into his arms and righting them both. Cole gingerly laid his partially-conscious friend back on the couch. Even though the Black Ninja was terrified, and way out of his depth, he knew he had to handle this. There was no use shouting for help, the other occupants of the bounty were either out running various errands, or much too far away to hear. So it was all on him… no pressure.
“Jay? Jay! Hey, you okay?” Cole asked, nudging Jay’s shoulder. The Blue Ninja only groaned in response, which did nothing for the buzzing anxiety in Cole’s heart. “Buddy I need you to talk to me, okay? Whats goin’ on?” As much as the Black Ninja tried to force down the panic invading his voice, there remained a small twinge of fear within his otherwise calm words.
“Hnng-” Jay whined incohesively, “Itsuhnubefine…”
Cole couldn't help but laugh at that, Jay was trying so hard to comfort him, even if Cole could barely understand a single word that fell from his friend’s lips.
“Blue- come on, I’m not the one who’s barely conscious. Just-” Cole let out a relieved sigh, “yeah, you'll be okay…”
You have to be.
The last bit went unsaid, leaving an empty space hanging in the air. Cole doubted that Jay noticed, hell, he kind of hoped Jay hadn’t. The Lightning Elemental showed no sign that he had understood, instead taking Cole’s silence as an opportunity. It only took another short moment before Jay was trying, not for the first time and certainly not the last, to get up.
Cole, on the other hand, was having absolutely none of that. As soon as Jay moved to prop himself up on one arm, Cole shoved him back down onto the couch. He didn't do it roughly, he hadn't needed to, all it really took was a light push to the shoulder to knock Jay back down.
By then, the Master of Earth could barely think through the heavy fog of worry that clouded his mind.
“Yeah. no.” was all Cole could think to say, it seemed to suffice, though, because Jay stayed down.
He didn't stay quiet though.
“But Cole! Im fine!” Jay whined, batting away his friend’s hand as it appeared by his wrist, seeking a pulse.
“No, you’re not! What's your deal, man? You need- no- Jay!” Cole finished with a frustrated groan.
This time, through pure stupid luck, Jay did manage to push himself up, just enough so that he could lean against the arm of the couch.
“No worries!” Jay grinned, tone laced with misplaced calmness, “see? I’m okay!”
Cole deadpanned, “bullshit. I'm gonna call Zane-”
Waving his hands around, Jay laughed tersely “No! No, no, no, theres no need for that! Like I said, totally fine!”
“Jay.” Cole scolded. His tone was firm, but not unkind. Not even anger could twist his cold fear into anything more than increasingly-potent distress, born purely of care.
Jay broke, then. At the audible anguish in his friend’s voice, he couldn't stand to dismiss this anymore. It was his fault that Cole was so upset, so worried, so sad sounding.
“Okay… its- It really isn't a big deal, it's not like I haven’t passed out before-”
“WHAT?” Cole shouted desperately.
Jay winced at the volume, “I said it's no big deal!”
He tried his best to placate the Earth Ninja, and failed miserably. There was a long silence where Cole refused to meet his eyes, and with every passing second that they sat there in a horribly tense silence, the dreadful sense that Jay had royally fucked up grew more and more.
Cole broke the silence, “How many times?”
Jays mind stuttered, “only… well, three, now.”
“Jay, its only been three days.”
He laughed awkwardly and averted his gaze, “yeah, I- yeah…”
Cole sighed and placed his head in his hands.
Ohh boy, I am soo screwed… Jay thought grimly. Someone, maybe not Cole, but someone, was gonna kill him for this.
When Cole spoke next, Jay could hardly stop himself from curling in on himself and hiding away from the world.
The man had sounded so heartbroken, and completely helpless when he asked; “Why didn't you tell us?”
With one breath, Jay considered lying again.
With the next, he let go and allowed the truth to all but rush out from his lips.
“I… I’ve already been so… useless, lately, and I didn’t want you guys to worry any more than you already have to, cause I know needing to take care of me sucks and I’m trying to get better so you guys don't have to keep babying me, cause, like, I know I’m the weakest of everyone but its not fair for you all to need to pull that extra weight, especially now that i'm even more useless than before and I just hate burdening you all so much and I just figured that if you didn't know about it then it would all turn out okay!”
Upon seeing Cole’s crestfallen expression, Jay tried to fix it. “Uh... or, something like that…”
This one moment of true honesty was never going to unfurl years and years of subtle white lies that have only spun a thin cocoon to protect Jay, his true feelings and fears, and keep them far away from anyone he could hurt. Jay knew that well, but at least he could do this. Even if it seemed like a mistake, even if it seemed like it had only hurt the ones he loved most.
Right as Jay was about to laugh it off, make some joke, completely invalidate everything he just admitted to, he was hit by a wall of warmth and smothered in a crushing embrace. After a moment of stunned hesitation, Jay returned the hug. He buried his face into Cole’s shoulder to try and force back the tears that burned behind his eyes. He didnt know why he was crying. He shouldn’t be. Neither man moved for a long moment, the stillness only broken by Cole’s soft words.
“Youre not useless, or weak, or a burden. You never were. We- I would take care of you for as long as you need, so long as you're here. Alive.”
The genuine worry-laced compassion in his friend’s voice tore Jay's heart and his careful facade finally shattered.
Before he could stop it, tears were falling from Jay's eyes like rain in a thunderstorm and soaking invisibly into the black fabric of Cole’s shirt. The same fabric that Jay twisted in his tight grasp as silent, stuttering sobs shook his newly fragile body.
Jay couldn't do it, couldnt do this. How was he meant to live with all his friends telling him how worried they were, how happy they were that he was alive, and how much they cared for him, only to leave them so soon. And leave them without any idea why, too. Maybe it’d make it easier for them if they knew the stakes. If they knew Jay had chosen this. Something told him that they'd suffer all the same. There was no good option, and it wasn't fair.
Jay curled further into the embrace as a fresh wave of tears fell.
Cole kindly indulged him until Jay was ready to let go. It took a while, even after Jay's tears dried and his breathing steadied, he couldn't make himself move away from the warm heartbeat that calmed his mind.
But once Jay finally did pull away, Cole didn’t fully let him go. He held the Blue Ninja at arms length and even though Jay refused to meet his eyes, he knew Cole was basically studying him.
Cautiously, the other man started, “when everyone gets back, I’m gonna tell Lloyd and Zane-“
“Cole-“
“No one else has to know unless you want them to. But Lloyd and Zane need to know.” The Black Ninja elaborated firmly, “Lloyd’s our leader, and whether you like it or not, it’s on him if you get hurt. Zane’s our acting medic now that you’re out of commission, so he needs to know too. Sound good?”
“No. But fine, tell them.”
“I will. Now, are you okay?”
“Everyone keeps asking that. Yes, Cole, I’m fine.”
“I still don’t believe you, but okay. Wanna put on something stupid and take a nap?”
Jay nodded, so Cole retook his spot on the couch and found some old movie for them to watch.
When the other three ninja returned from their weekly grocery run, Zane broke away for a moment to check in with the two who had stayed home. only to find Cole in the living room pinned beneath a sleeping Jay with a hand buried in the his friend’s hair. Zane softly laughed at the glare Cole shot him at the click of his camera.
The look didn't stick, because Cole waved him over and whispered for him to get Lloyd, which Zane did. Once they’d both returned, Cole launched into his hushed explanation of the day's events. He told them that Jay had passed out trying to stand up, and that it wasn’t the first time.
“I’m really worried about him, he kept talking about not wanting to be useless and weak and… I didn’t know what to do.” Cole frowned at his sleeping friend, “I can't believe he didn’t tell us…”
“It’s not too unexpected for Jay to have fainting spells, however, I agree. It’s quite worrying that he didn’t say anything about it.”
Lloyd just nodded along, worry etched into lines on his face as he tried to come up with some way to help Jay.
He drew a blank, “I really don’t know what to do if he won’t let us help him…”
“Oh! That’s another thing, he doesn’t want anyone else to know. He- he said he feels guilty about burdening us, but he didn't really listen when I tried to tell him otherwise…”
“And if he managed to hide this, it’s possible that there are other things that he’s not telling us.” Zane added thoughtfully, he didn’t mean for it to cause any more anxiety in the other two (waking) ninja, but they exchanged a mirrored look of cold fear at the possibility of some devastating unknown.
“I think we just need to keep a close eye on him for now.” Zane amended.
Lloyd and Cole both assented, already fixing their minds on ways to help their loved one. It’d be difficult to take care of him, especially when he fought them every step of the way, but they could all be just as stubborn when they wanted to be.
Maybe everything would turn out fine. Besides, once he was healed, everything could finally go back to normal!
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rosewritestuff · 2 years
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Can you write something with Steve and bucky? Just need a rough fuck with some love?
Any kinks you like, I'm just horny 👉👈
Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader; rough sex, spitroasting, rough oral sex, praise
ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
"Captain. Sergeant." You nodded to Steve and Bucky as you tried to exit the conference room, meeting over, but Steve cleared his throat, stopping you in your tracks.
"Hold on a minute there, honey," Steve's voice rumbled and you froze, shuddering. "Close the door, and turn around." You weakly did as he said, facing them but staring at the floor.
"You nervous, doll?" Bucky asked, and you could hear the grin in his voice. You nodded, not trusting your voice. "Aw, ain't nothin' to be nervous about, we just wanted to...talk," Bucky said slyly, getting up and walking around the table, herding you towards Steve. You tripped over your foot and stumbled, nearly falling, but Steve caught you, pulling you onto his lap.
You were sitting sideways, trying to shift your weight so you weren't so awkward on him, when he yanked you off balance, forcing you to settle on him.
"Now, honey, we need to talk about how you put yourself in danger on this last mission. That wasn't very smart, now was it? I think someone needs to be reminded that they're cared about, hm?" You shivered at Steve's words, innocent yet dark.
Bucky walked over and helped Steve turn you so you were facing away from him, towards Bucky, pants around your thighs as you sat back on Steve's dick.
You keened as you were stretched, so full and he was only halfway in. Bucky hastily undid his pants and pushed his cock against your lips, until he was down your throat, choking you. You were bent in half, braced against Bucky's thighs, sitting on Steve's lap, as he bounced you on his dick.
"That's it baby, see, now who would take our dicks like this if you weren't here? You gonna leave us alone honey?" Steve was thrusting as he raised and lowered you, forcing you to take every single inch of him as you gagged on Bucky's dick. He held himself down your throat, choking you, before pulling back and letting you suck at his tip.
"Never gonna let you leave us doll, you're too perfect for us," Bucky groaned, hand in your hair, pulling as he came, shooting down your throat. It was unending, and you moaned as you swallowed, clenching down on Steve who was hammering your spot, forcing your orgasm out of you. You choked on Bucky's cum as your eyes rolled back, your own orgasm tensing all your muscles.
"Fuck baby, good girl. Gonna come honey, gonna fill this pussy so full it leaks, reminds you who you belong to, who you come home to," Steve grunted, hips finally stilling as he came, pressed deep inside you. He came for several long minutes, serum affecting him and Bucky, who was now stroking your hair while you rested your head on his thigh.
"We love you," Steve murmured, lips against your back.
"More than anything," Bucky added, cupping your cheek.
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This was an Anonymous request, I accidentally deleted it while half-awake. So sorry! Still wrote it because yes please.
“Can you do infected Abi/werewolf Abi? We were robbed”
Infected Abigail (The Quarry)
The bite on her shoulder was pulsing in tune with her heartbeat.
Every step she took made her a little more breathless, a little more pained. But she kept her chin up, half-supported by Kaitlyn as they walked towards the lodge, Nick grunting and groaning in the wheelbarrow.
Kaitlyn’s continuously asked her how she’s feeling, if she needs to stop, and each time Abi’s answered with a firm “I’m fine, let’s keep going”. And while it had been a lie when she was first asked, now that they were nearing the lodge—she found it wasn’t a lie.
She was fine. Sure, the bite hurt like hell - but she wasn’t struggling to not cry out, and she was walking pretty steadily. It had long since stopped bleeding, too, despite how deep and jagged it had been.
When they reached the lodge, and Ryan stumbled a little on a rock, jolting Nick in the wheelbarrow, she couldn’t help the strange protective urge to snap at him with a quick and brash: “Easy!”
“I’ve got it, he’s fine,” Ryan reassured, but Abi brushed past him, kneeling in front of Nick as he sat up in the wheelbarrow, grunting a little.
“Are you in pain?” She asked, gentle, her eyes scanning his pretty face for any signs of pain or stress. But… like her, he seemed… fine.
Nick seemed to scan her face too, before he answered, glancing down at his blood-soaked jeans. “Nah, nah sorry I’m just… I’m really hungry.” He admitted. Abi nodded, and tried to ignore her own gnawing hunger as she stood back up.
“We’ll get you some food inside, okay?” She murmured, and he smiled softly at her as Ryan helped him out of the wheelbarrow. That smiled twisted into a grumpy frown as he palmed at his stomach.
“Aw man, I could eat a horse!”
Abi laughed, tucking into his side to support him, even if it seemed he didn’t need it. “Dunno if we can find you a horse, but there might be some granola leftover!”
He made a small ‘bleh’ noise. “Yuck, I hate granola.”
Once inside, Kaitlyn took Nick’s other side, waving Abi towards the kitchen.
“I’ll get you something to eat, okay?” She told Nick, making sure he nodded and waved in acknowledgment before she headed off.
-
By the time she came into the medical room, Kaitlyn was talking to Dylan and Ryan, which meant Nick was all alone. That settled wrongly against her skin, so she came over and sat near the bed, smiling at him softly.
“I couldn’t find anything for you to eat, I’m sorry,” She said, lying through her teeth. She couldn’t help it—she was starving, too. Nick didn’t seem to notice her lie, shaking his head with a small smile.
“It’s okay, thank you for looking.”
Abi smiled back, a small guilt in her heart that was quickly fading. Which… huh. That was weird, right? Usually she’d feel bad for hours, even days. But… she didn’t really feel bad at all. Maybe that was something to worry about… later.
“That was… fuck. I don’t even know what happened. It was all a blur,” Nick murmured, looking up at her with soft, tired eyes.
“How are you feeling?” Abi asked, hands fidgeting with her necklaces. The pain from her bite was nearly gone now. She was trying not to think about it.
“How are you holding up?” Nick deflected.
Abi faltered. “Me? I’m…” How was she? She… she didn’t really know. She wasn’t bleeding, she wasn’t in pain. But she felt… weird. “I’m—I’m fine. I’m just happy you’re okay. Are you okay? Sorry.. I just…” Asked that. Jeez. What was with her?
Nick didn’t look irritated. Just fond. “S’okay.”
The door opened, and Kaitlyn rushed in, a shotgun in hand. “Alright, they’re off to find a radio or… something.” She shrugged.
Abi couldn’t help but get oddly nervous, staring down at the gun. “What’s with the… um..”
“Oh, they found another in Mr. H’s office, y’know, just in case.” Kaitlyn explained.
Abi swallowed dryly, but nodded. Okay. That… made sense. “Um, so—what happened to the lights?”
Kaitlyn shrugged for an answer, and then turned to Nick, surveying him. “Any better?”
“Doing okay.”
Abi worried about Dylan and Ryan, out there in the woods with… whatever attacked her and Nick. “Are they… going to the radio hut?” She asked, hands wringing together anxiously.
“Yeah. Phone’s dead, they’re gonna try and send out a signal.”
Abi barely nodded before there was a… noise.
Above them.
All three of them glanced upward, eyes wide. Someone was here. Someone… maybe… the hunter that tried to take Nick?
“Is someone else here?” She couldn’t help but ask, heart racing in her chest. Oh god. What would they do? Kaitlyn wouldn’t… couldn’t shoot a person… right?
“I’m gonna… check it out.” Kaitlyn murmured back, grip tightening on the shotgun. Shock and outrage ran through Abi.
“What? You can’t!”
Kaitlyn’s brows rose in surprise. “I ‘can’t’?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t. It’s dangerous.” Nick added, unintentionally softening the surprise of Abi’s shout.
Kaitlyn narrowed her eyes in a huff. “I can handle myself. I’m gonna check it out.” She started heading toward the door without another word. Abi’s jaw worked to the side, an unusual frustration hitting her as she watched Kaitlyn disappear.
“She’ll be fine..” Nick muttered.
Abi hoped so, or she’d be so pissed. ‘I can handle myself’ her ass. “Yeah..”
She settled back down, looking over at Nick as they waited for Kaitlyn to return.
“So, this might not be the best time to ask this,” Nick began, avoiding her eyes. “But…” He hesitated.
“What?” Abi encouraged, frowning at him, giving him her full attention.
Nick hesitated again, studying her for a moment before he continued. “I was—thinking about the start of summer, when we met—the start of camp—and… now the summers over—and like… the thought that—it’s the last time we’re gonna see each other, you know?”
Abi faltered. “What? What do you mean?”
“I just mean… I’d really hate for this summer to be the last time we ever talk to each other. You know?”
Abi thought back to what all happened tonight. Flirting with Nick as they got kindling, the momma boar, the… the bonfire. The bonfire. She felt anger rush through her, unlike anything she’d ever felt.
“And why does that matter?”
“What?” Now it was Nick’s turn to frown, confused.
Abi shook his head, calming herself. No. She and Nick already talked the bonfire out in the woods. She wasn’t mad at him. He wasn’t the one who chose to kiss Emma. That was all her friend’s doing. If Emma was even her friend.
“Sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I… I want to stay in contact with you, but… I guess I was too scared to ask for your number. I… I didn’t want to be rejected.” Again. Abi was tired of being rejected by every person she had a crush on. She hoped… maybe Nick would finally be the one to return her feelings.
“I wouldn’t have rejected you,” Nick murmured, staring up at her with intense, warm eyes. Abi gave him a hesitant, hopeful smile.
“Really?” However—before Nick can reply, there’s the sound of heavy feet above, like someone was running. Kaitlyn.
Abi shot up from her seat, fear covering her abruptly. How could she have forgotten about Kaitlyn?! What was going on with her?
“W-we have to hide!” She hissed to Nick, who was lifting himself off the bed, not a single grunt or groan. Maybe the adrenaline was keeping him from feeling pain—or maybe he was like her, and his wounds were mostly healed already.
“It’s okay, I’ve got this,” Nick reassured, standing up straight—just as Kaitlyn entered, gunless and shaky. “Hey, what’s going on? Where’s the gun?”
“Are you okay?” Abi asked, too, guilty for not worrying like she normally would. It was like the moment Kaitlyn had left the room—the only thing on Abi’s mind was Nick. Which was… weird. She didn’t like it.
“We have go, we have to run,” Kaitlyn said instead of answering their questions. Abi quickly shook her head. Run? They couldn’t run, they’d be heard!
“No, we have to hide!” She countered.
Footsteps were approaching the door. Nick grabbed Abi’s arm, tugging her behind the half-wall to hide. Kaitlyn cursed under her breath, but joined them.
The hunter—the one Nick mentioned—entered, wielding his own gun, and the one Kaitlyn lost. Abi held her breath instinctively, and saw the other two doing the same.
He crept around, peering around each corner of the room, but they carefully avoided him, moving for the open window and slipping outside. Once they were walking hurriedly away from the window, towards the steps that would take them away from the lodge, only then did Abi release her breath.
They made it. They didn’t get caught.
“N-now what?” She asked Nick and Kaitlyn.
Kaitlyn looked over, eyes lit with an idea.
-
They neared the radio hut.
Abi felt horrible. It wasn’t in the same way as before, when she was first bit. That had stung, had felt like she was being eaten alive slowly.
Now? She felt… clammy, shaky. Like she had the flu. Her eyes were watering excessively and her lungs rattled when she took in another shaky breath.
A glance to Nick told her he was feeling just as bad, his skin ashen and his eyes circled with a deep purple. She leaned heavily against him, something she never would’ve dreamed of doing before. But he didn’t even seem to notice her weight on his side, staring blearily ahead as they moved towards the radio hut.
Until—“Kaitlyn don’t come up here! There’s an animal on the roof—just get into a cabin, now!” Ryan’s voice echoed through the air from the PA system. “Go!”
A momentary pause before—
They ran into the nearest cabin, the same one Abi broke into with Emma earlier this afternoon, and slammed the door shut as a howl rang out around them.
Abi hugged herself, body shaking with fear and with an itchy sense of dread, stepping away from the door as Kaitlyn blocked it with a chair. Nick was standing still, expression a little dazed and unaware.
Abi was so… so warm. Her body… hurt. She tiredly closed her eyes, faintly hearing Kaitlyn muttering nervously to herself. Her gums ached, her—her nail beds feeling like they were being pushed out. Black veins scattered through her skin, her skin which felt as if it was pulsating from the inside out.
“Abi? Hey…” Kaitlyn lightly grabbed at her arm, and Abi blearily opened her eyes, looking at the other girl with a strange, empty expression. “You okay? Y-you look…” Concern wrecked Kaitlyn’s face, eyes shining with worry.
Abi was not okay. But she nodded anyway. “Yeah, yeah just… I…” She fell silent, words not coming to her. She glanced exhaustedly over at Nick, seeing him peering through the window at the radio hut.
A loud, piercing whine screamed into the air, and Abi collapsed to her knees. She clutched at her ears, crying out. Dimly, she could see Nick doing the same—could see Kaitlyn wincing from the sound, but not nearly as affected.
However—when the noise cut out, and Nick relaxed, straightened up—Abi didn’t. She continued to grasp at her ears, low groans leaving her as she gasped for breath. No no no. This—this wasn’t right. She was—!
Kaitlyn hurriedly opened the cabin door, peering out for any sign of Ryan and Dylan. Abi gasped out painfully, hands dropping to the floor to dig into the wooden boards, scrambling for some kind of support.
Nick knelt beside her, his hand touching her back. “A-Abi?”
She… she growled, smacking his hand away. “Don’t touch me!” She cried out, a mix of anger and fear in her heart. As soon as the words left her lips, her face crumpled, tears stinging into her eyes. “I’m sorry. I-I don’t know what’s… what’s happening to me… Nick—!”
“It-it’s… it’s okay..” Nick didn’t seem bothered by her smack, nor her growl, his face strangely blank and… satisfied? His eyes… they didn’t look right. She—in too much pain—couldn’t decipher what it was. “Abi..”
“Hey! We need help!” Kaitlyn shouted to Ryan and Dylan—presumably coming over now that the animal was gone. Abi didn’t care. She cried out again, struggling to stand upright, wanting off the floor. “It’s Abi!”
Ryan and Dylan rushed in—absolutely covered in blood and sweat—and where she would normally worry and fret, especially at the sight of Dylan’s left arm—she didn’t care at all.
Abi managed to stand, breathing heavy and raspy, a growl to her voice as she stumbled away from Nick, away from them all. “Stay back..”
“Hey, it’s okay, Abi…” Ryan tried to soothe, handing the shotgun to the much more qualified Kaitlyn. “What’s wrong? How can we help?”
Abi sneered, backing away another step. “You can’t help me. No one can help me. N-no one… no one loves me…” Tears fell from her eyes, her eyes that burned and swam with spotty vision. “Y-you all hate me, don’t you? You never liked me at all..”
“What? Abi that’s—that’s not true at all!” Kaitlyn said, frowning worriedly at her, holding her hand out to her. Abi smacked it away, feeling horrifically pleased when Kaitlyn cried out, holding her hand close in pain.
“Fuck off!” Abi snapped when she saw the other three step closer. Her eyes focused on Nick in particular, lips curling in a snarl. “You’re so fucking annoying. So insecure.”
Nick’s eyes darkened, shaking his head. “Abi—“
“‘Oh Abi, sorry I kissed Emma, it was just a dare!’” She mocked, pain radiating through her core. She grunted and her head jerked a little with the sound. “H-hah… you could’ve told her no. But you didn’t. You k-kissed her back.”
“It was just a game.” Nick said back, strange, pale eyes narrowing a little.
“It’s all a game for you, isn’t it? You just wanted to hurt me. Wanted to… wanted to see how much you could push me.” She accused, heart racing, throbbing in her chest.
“Hey, guys—please—this isn’t the time!” Kaitlyn begged, and Abi faintly turned her eyes towards her, seeing her holding the gun with a tighter grip now, anxious.
“I think it is. You gave Emma the prank. You knew she would pick Nick,” Abi moved closer to Kaitlyn, staring her dead in the eyes.
“A-Abi—“
Ryan, hands tightly gripping at Dylan’s bleeding left arm, spoke up. “Guys—“
A shot rang out in the field.
Everyone turned to look, seeing another animal sprinting by, seeing a woman chasing after it with her gun in hand.
And then Abi cried out again—one more time. One final time.
She fell back to the floor, heaving and gagging loudly as her body churned and pulsated, as if it was too small for her insides. Her eyes rolled back as she shrieked out, voice layered with an inhuman growl—
And her body tossed itself backwards—she was, she was—!
-
She woke up inside of the… the camp store..?
She stared around exhaustedly, mouth dry and body sore as if she’d ran a marathon. She wasn’t clothed, entirely naked as she sat up, staring at the room around her. She was… was locked in the storage room of the store.
There were camping gear bags nearby, and she shakily dug through them, finding women’s clothes in one. She put them on, limbs weak and trembling, and went for the door, knocking her fist on it.
She hoped, prayed, that someone was out there. This door locked on the outside.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take long before the door is pushed open—and standing in front of her is a bloody, weary Emma.
“Emma?” Abi rasped, throat raw and voice barely audible.
Emma stared for a moment, eyes watery, before she rushed forward, tugging Abi into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
Abi stared in shock, for just a moment, before she fell into Emma’s arms, hugging her back.
She… she’s not entirely sure what happened—has no memory past entering that cabin with Kaitlyn and Nick—but… she just hopes that… she didn’t hurt anyone.
God… she really hoped she didn’t hurt anyone.
“Did I… is everyone?”
“I… I dunno. I went to the lodge, but… that thing, or… you—you chased me here. I, I barely managed to lock you up.” Emma explained, shaky and unsure as she let her go, wiping at her eyes.
“I…” I’m sorry, she wants to say. But Emma shakes her head.
“No, don’t apologize. I’m just… I’m glad you’re okay, Abi.”
So Abi didn’t apologize. She just pulled Emma into another hug.
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newtonsheffield · 2 years
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Thank you so much for the new chapter of Offside Molly I really needed the fluff today and it was wonderful to see our lovely clowns happy and finally emotionally mature.💗💗
I had a really bad day. A family member had to be admitted to the hospital and you and your writing managed to bring a genuine smile to my face so thank you again. Could we see a bit more about Anthony announcing that he is Kate's boyfriend to the team and the boys reaction please?
I'm so sorry to hear about your family member!
I hope they're doing well!
So... instead of the team... let's check in with Kate and Mary
(I had written half of this then it got deleted so, RIP to that post)
Anthony B(ig Dick): All alone, no doctor to watch me. Hope I don't drown.
Kate bit back a smile as she stared down at the message, even though she wanted to roll her eyes at the name he must have changed in her phone. There was a picture accompanying the message, Anthony in his bathtub, bright pink bubbles obscuring him from the waist down in sharp contrast with the smouldering look he was sending her way while the muscles of his chest and arms rippled. She could have groaned honestly. It wasn't as though she didn't know what he was trying to do.
Anthony seemed to have made it his mission to get her to crack, from the moment she'd said that he wasn't allowed to over exert himself for a week.
"But Kate!" He'd said last night, just three days into his seven, his hair flopping over his brow as he pinned her underneath him on the mattress. "I was too sad to even have a wank over you last week."
There shouldn't have been anything charming or adorable in the way he pouted like a sad little boy, straddling her as he sat up, but her heart fluttered anyway. "I am going to regret asking but how many times a week did you usually-?"
"Recently.... 15-20. Got so much worse when I knew what you sounded like when you came."
Kate's mouth fell open at the unashamed look on his face, "Anthony, jesus christ, as your doctor I feel duty bound to tell you, that's too many wanks for one man."
Anthony had leaned down his hand tangling in her hair to tug their lips together, his tongue slipping filthily over hers. "Well like, I haven't hooked up with anyone else since we met, and you're really fucking pretty, and you fucking raise your eyebrow at me and, you smell like a florists, and I just get hard! And now I can't even appreciate that!"
Kate had raised her eyebrow, tilting his chin down to meet her eyes. "I never told you you couldn't get yourself off. Help yourself."
She'd tugged her shirt over her head, settling back against his pillows as Anthony's mouth dropped open. "Are you-? Fuck Kate are you serious? Can I?! With you like right here?! Like...Actually fucking " He made the motion with his hand. "over you."
Kate had nodded, something already burning in her chest, when she'd pressed her lips to his chest, "Show. Me."
The look of horror on his face when he'd spilled over her chest and stomach several minutes later, an apology desperate to stutter from him, that gave way into slack jawed amazement as she dipped her finger into it before bringing it to her lips with a hummed Good Boy, Anthony. Would stay imprinted on her mind forever.
Kate cleared her throat, casting her eyes quickly to Mary, who was in the corner of the kitchen, humming while she made them lunch.
"I'll be right back, Mary."
Kate tried not to run too quickly to the downstairs bathroom, tugging her shirt from her chest as soon as the door was closed, snapping a picture, her smirk evident in the mirror, fingers playing with the waistband of her jeans, her cheeks flushed as she exited the bathroom, typing quickly.
Some inspiration to keep you alert.
She had barely retaken her seat at the kitchen table before Anthony had responded, this time a picture of his hand, disappearing into the water, the bubbles hiding very little, and Kate nearly dropped her phone in surprise.
Anthony B(ig Dick): I see we're in agreement, doctor. And look at that, I'm soapy already.
Kate was still staring at it open mouthed when she saw a voice recording come through.
Typing frantically, her thighs clenched together.
You need to stop, you know I'm at my Mum's.
Seconds ticked by with no response until
Anthony B(ig Dick) has sent a video.
Kate let her phone clatter to the table.
"Is everything alright sweetheart?"
Mary had her eyebrows raised, looking gently at her from the corner of the kitchen, a soft smile on her face.
Kate averted her eyes, clearing her throat. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Mary hummed, setting a sandwich in front of Kate, crisps on the side of the plate just like she used to when she was a little girl, "Do you want some some irn bru?"
Kate nodded a little, something desperately comforting in Mary remembering all her favourite things, even if she used the calm to launch her next attack.
"Bit of a scary moment for you, at the game."
Kate froze, a crisp halfway to her mouth forcing herself to keep moving as Mary turned back around. "Since when do you watch football?"
Mary sighed, "Darling, I think you're forgetting who your father supported. I know that's why you took that job."
Kate had tried not to think about it. Tried not to think about the city shirt that was probably still tucked away upstairs from Anthony's very first season, her Dad having purchased it humming Kid's gonna be a huge star.
"Old habits die hard." Mary hummed, drumming her fingertips along the table, "Plus, sometimes I get to see you onscreen. The commentators like you."
"Anthony's Okay." Kate blurted out, her cheeks flushing, the emotion welling in her chest before she could stop it. "But I was- I was really scared for him."
Mary nodded encouragingly, looking at her a little gently as though she was a horse one didn't wish to spook.
"And I- I realised that-" Kate took a deep breath, forcing the words from her chest. "I realised I'm falling in love with him. And I- I told him that."
Mary's mouth fell open, eyes wide, as though that was the last thing she expected. "Katie! What did he say?"
Kate could barely keep the smile off her face, "He was a little concussed at the time, but um- he and I are together. And I know that everything could go wrong, but I've been happier these last few days than I have since Papa and like- don't I deserve that? Like shouldn't I be happy if I can? Wouldn't Papa want me to be happy?"
Mary's hand shot out gripping hers tightly, her eyes shining with tears, "Of course he would. And I know this was really difficult for you but I'm so proud of you. Everything will work out." Mary leaned forward, pressing her lips against her forehead. "You want to tell me about him?"
Kate nodded, her heart hammering in her chest, swiping at the tears she hadn't realised had been running down her face. "He's um- He's sort of... he has a big personality. But he's really kind, and gentle when it matters and I don't know... it felt like magnets."
Mary hummed, a soft smile on her face. "It felt like that with your dad. Feels good doesn't it?"
"Feels really good."
Silence settled comfortably between them for a long time before Mary sighed, pushing the plate towards her. "Eat your sandwich and pop."
"You're always really supportive of me, and I know I don't tell you often enough but I love you." Kate couldn't help herself, now that she'd started she couldn't really stop.
Mary let out a shuddering breath before she swept around the table, tugging her tightly against her chest. "That's what Mum's do."
And they stayed locked together until Kate's phone vibrated against the table.
Mary's voice humming from overhead, a little amused "And Darling, bring Anthony Big Dick to brunch next weekend."
And Kate nearly choked on her crisps.
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IC TASK 003 : TIME CAPSULE
when: a week or two after casino night where: nate’s dorm room
Nate looked at the newsletter the school had sent out about the time capsule, the last call for recordings before the cut-off, his hand rubbing at his jaw, scratching at the day old scruff there as he considered. It wasn’t his type of thing - what could he possibly offer up of value for the rich kids who were attending Ogden fifty years in the future? He didn’t even want to think about that many years dragging by, what misery he would’ve been put through by then. It seemed less like a feel good memento for a future anniversary than an acute form of torture for those that were still here today. 
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Setting up his phone, his face showing little to no emotion as he hit record, Nate leaned back in his chair, eyes on the screen for a few moments as the seconds ticked away. “I don’t have anything to say for this shit. Even if I did, you wouldn’t want to listen to it,” he said finally, shrugging up one shoulder, half-heartedly, eyes daring around the room rather than watching and seeing himself recording this. “I’m not the type of person people should listen to,” he muttered. 
Nate knew who the type of person people would listen to at this school, anyways. It wasn’t him. It would never be him. The people who did or had (at some point) liked him - Sloane, determined to piss off her family, or Rhia, leaving him behind and not looking back as soon as she got a look at popularity. Or the people who hated him. Greer, once she found how just how far he’d go. Or Jesse, who was...more similar to him than he realized. Who was him but...likable. Rich. Charming. He got why someone would pick the other male over him. 
“You know when you really fucking hate someone, and it turns out you’re just looking into a reflection?” he said, eyes downcast, looking into the hands in his lap instead of at the camera. He lapsed into silence, the moment dragging on for a beat too long, then two, Nate still stoically staring downwards even as internally his emotions were swirling. “Never wanted to acknowledge how alike we were. But he’s...better,” he said, swallowing, his throat visibly bobbing as he did so, thinking of what Jesse said to him at the beginning of casino night, a frown settling onto his face. “And he was right.”  
“I really have nothing to offer for this shit. For this school. Even for the people I...actually like. Even my ex-girlfriend only dated me for fucking shock value. Piss off her parents. Mission accomplished. Her dad is a fucking cunt,” he said, the words nearly spit out as he shook his head, nostrils flared out slightly. “Can’t blame anyone though. For keeping me distance. I would too, if I were them. I’m damaged goods, after all,” he said, eyes finally looking back up towards the camera, a wry smile coming to his face. 
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Rapidly leaning forward, the motion jerky as he jabbed at the stop button, Nate snatched his phone as he got out of the chair. He flopped back onto his bed, eyes distant as they looked up at the ceiling, spinning a lighter between his fingers, the other hand still clutching his phone, considering. A few moments passed, silence swelling in the room, before he turned his head, looking at his phone again. 
And deleted the video. 
Didn’t need to worry about anyone seeing that.
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