#need him oiled up on my bed rn!!

[michaelsfavgirl]

Thinking about Michael’s huge hands.

Thinking about michaels slutty waist.

Thinking about michaels toned front.

Thinking about michaels o face.

Thinking about michaels kissable lips.

Thinking about michaels bbc…

[possum-tooth]

oil change liveblogging. im bored

[auras-moonstone]

Hii! Could you please write an ethan fic based off the ybwm music video but y/n and ethan are childhood bestfriends and but doesnt notice her until prom? ALSO IM LISTENING TO 1989 TV RN AND ITS SOOOO GOOD

been here all along — ethan landry

word count: 3,306

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: ethan and y/n had been best friends since they were little, but y/n, unbeknownst to ethan, has always been i love with him. it isn’t until prom night that he finds out.

warnings: none!

Y/N WAS STUDYING ON HER DESK WHEN SHE SAW HER BEST FRIEND’S SILHOUETTE THROUGH HER WINDOW. Ethan threw himself to the bed, lying on his back as he tiredly rubbed his face with the hand that wasn’t holding his phone to his ear. He felt eyes on him, so he turned around and saw the girl staring at him with a worried expression. He smiled instantly and, after hanging up the phone, he went to grab a small board and a marker.

hey, creep, he showed her the careless handwriting with a smirk.

Y/N stuck her tongue out before grabbing her own board. you okay?

i’m fine, he replied with a shrug and a forced smile.

Y/N arched an eyebrow, i know you better than that.

His shoulders slumped, can i hang out with you for a while?

always. back door is open!

Less than five minutes later Ethan entered her room and plopped down on her bed, resting his head on his hand. Y/N noticed his eyes were a bit red and had dark bags under them, and yet he continued to be he most gorgeous human she had laid her eyes on.

“What’s wrong?” she asked softly, resisting the need to run her fingers through his wet brown hair.

“Coach killed us at practice today. My whole body hurts.” he mumbled.

“And…” she urged him to go on, knowing that was not it.

Ethan sighed. “I hate that you know me so well.” he groaned. “I fought with Mila.”

“Again.” she added, trying to hide her bitterness.

Mila and him had been dating for a couple of months, and she had managed to turn the ray of sunshine that Ethan used to be into a person who was always tired and in a gloomy mood. She had completely brought him down.

People at school loved the couple. And, on the outside, they seemed perfect. Ethan was the captain of the hockey team and the most good-looking boy at school, and Mila was the cheer captain and most good-looking girl at school—perfect pairing, right? On paper, yes.

But Y/N had the disgrace of witnessing most of their fights and the toxicity that filled the air whenever they were together. At the beginning, they had a normal relationship but eventually, the attention got the best of Mila and she turned into a controlling, jealous girlfriend who was also obsessed with painting the perfect image.

“Yeah… this time it was about prom.” he scoffed.

“What about it?”

“She came to practice and said we had to go buy her dress and my suit. Then she wants me to take fucking dancing classes because everything needs to be perfect and I can’t mess it up with my dance moves.”

“She’s going to have to buy tons of oil bottles for that. The Tin Man from Wizards of Oz can move better than you.”

Ethan laughed and threw her a pillow. “You’re such an asshole.”

Y/N smiled like the Cheshire cat. Ethan had no idea that his smile could practically light up the whole town, and it made her furious that Mila managed to take that away. Ever since they started dating, Ethan very rarely smiled around others.

“Anyways, the thing is I refused to do that. You know how tired I am after practice, and she got pissed and wouldn’t let me leave. I ended up holding back hockey practice and coach was furious.” he explained. “Then, after practice, she called and silly me thought—nice, she is going to apologize, but no. She wanted to see if I’d changed my mind. And that made me mad, so we started fighting about her interrupting practice and how furious she would be if I were to find her during cheer practice. Then she started yelling and I just hung up because my head fucking hurts.”

Y/N watched with sad eyes. What was he doing with a girl like that? She clearly didn’t care about him. “I’m sorry about your psycho of a girlfriend. You deserve better” she said, and he gave her a small smile. “There’s Tylenol on my drawer and the bottle is filled with water.”

“Thanks. You’re the best, did you know that? Being with you is lately the only thing that makes me feel at peace.”

“I love you, Eth, and I’ll always be here.”

The boy grabbed her hand and pulled her into his chest, hugging her tightly. “I love you, too.” he placed a kiss on the crown of her head. “Can I stay over?”

“Of course.”

Ethan fell asleep quickly, contrary to Y/N, whose thoughts kept her brain working like crazy. Ethan’s sweet words about her making him feel at peace should be heartwarming, but instead it made her heart hurt. Why couldn’t he see her the way she saw him? The way he saw Mila. Why couldn’t Ethan see that she was dying to be in Mila’s place and that he deserved so much better than her?

Ethan deserved to be with someone who treated him like he hung the moon, and instead he was settling for someone who overwhelmed him and brought him down, someone who cared more about what other people said than about his feelings and happiness. It made Y/N both sad and angry, and she prayed he would wake up and see he was worth more.

ETHAN ENTERED HIS ROOM AND DRAGGED HIS FEET TOWARDS HIS BED. He wanted to take a long nap and disconnect from the world, ignoring all the things that were overwhelming him lately. He wanted those feelings to be gone, he needed a good sleep and a good cry. And as if God had heard his prayers, the problems evaporated once his eyes caught sight of his best friend dancing around her room without a care in the world. He crossed his arms and watched with a smile, waiting for her to notice.

The girl stopped as soon as she felt eyes on her. Frowning, she quickly scribbled something on her blackboard.

i don’t do shows for free, quit looking

Laughing, he wrote back, what kind of shows do you do? i’m interested.

Y/N pretended to throw up and replied, i’m calling 911 pervert. And as he shook his head, she quickly wrote something else. you look stressed. wanna talk about it?

And as every afternoon, Ethan ended up sprawled on his best friend’s bed with her lying beside him. “First of all, I broke up with Mila.” he started, and Y/N’s heart stopped.

She tried her best not to smile at that, and managed to mutter “I’m sorry about that.”

Ethan shrugged, “It’s fine. We both know we weren’t really invested in that relationship. I’m stressed because she was furious, screaming something about ruining her chances of being prom queen and disappointing the school by our break-up.”

“And you feel bad about it.” Y/N stated, knowing him like the back of her hand.

“A little bit. I mean, I don’t get it, but prom is important to her for some reason. And now she needs to find another date.”

“That won’t be a problem, though. She’s literally the most gorgeous girl in school.”

“She’s not the most gorgeous girl in school.” he said, but quickly shook his head and moved on. “But it’s us who they want. Ethan and Mila, not Mila and some other guy.”

“Well, if it makes you feel so bad, you should go with her.” Y/N said out loud as her inner voice called her stupid in different languages.

Ethan frowned. “I don’t want to get back with her. And I thought you hated her.”

“I don’t hate her.” she argued.

“I heard you said you’d like her to recreate Regina George’s bus scene.” Ethan said, trying not to laugh at the guilty face she made.

“Look, everyone has intrusive thoughts.” she defended herself and Ethan bursted out laughing. “I’m not proud of it. But, moving on, I’m not telling you to get back with her, but just be her date to prom and then go your separate ways. We’re leaving for college soon, anyways.”

“I suppose you’re right.” he nodded. “That’s another reason why I’m stressed, college.”

“What about it?”

“I’m scared.” he confessed

“Why? Eth, you’re an stellar player. Lots of colleges already told you they’re interested.”

“I’m not scared of not getting into any college. I’m scared that we won’t end up in the same one.” he explained. And his eyes got glossy by just thinking about Y/N not being part of his every day life.

They had known each other since forever. They grew up together and it was in his plans to continue to grow alongside her. She was his person, and he knew he was her person too. She was his other half, he wasn’t complete without her. He rolled his eyes everytime he heard someone say that ‘we are our own person and it was wrong to believe someone complemented you’. He thought that was bullshit. Him and Y/N complemented each other and their lives wouldn’t be the same if they didn’t have each other. A part of them would be missing.

“I’m positive we will both end up on the same college. But even if that doesn’t happen, there’s absolutely no way that will be the end of our friendship, Eth. Come on, you really think our bond is not strong enough to handle a little distance?”

“You’re right.” he said, wiping his tears with the heel of his palm. “It still would suck not to have you there to annoy me every minute of the day.”

“Fuck you, Ethan.” she pinched his side, making him squirm. “And bold of you to assume I wouldn’t call you and text every one second.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you.” he hugged her tightly to his chest, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.

“Love you, too.” she whispered. She wanted to kiss him so badly she had to hide her face on his chest to die down the temptation.

“Hey, I never asked you. Who are you going to prom with?”

“With no one.”

Ethan frowned. “I can’t have that. We are going together.”

Her heart started beating faster. “You’re going with Mila.”

“I haven’t told her we can still go together. And I’m not going to, we are going together.”

“No.” she shook her head. The inner voices screaming at her again. “It’s important to her. I really couldn’t care less about prom. Don’t worry about it.”

“All of your friends have dates, Y/N/N. I know you don’t care about prom, but it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have a good time.” Ethan said, and she shrugged. “I don’t understand, though. I heard, unfortunately, the guys talking in the locker room. A lot of them were planning to ask you.”

“And they did, I just said I was going alone.”

“But why?”

Because I don’t want anyone but you, and I just turned your offer down. “I just don’t want to. Really, don’t worry about me. I don’t like parties anyway, so I won’t stay long. You will have to dance with me at least once, though.”

“Obviously.” he replied softly as he run his fingers through her soft hair until he fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Y/N laid wide awake, picturing that moment. Him, looking like a daydream in a suit, with his big hands around her body and her head on his hard chest, listening to the beat of his heart, which clearly won’t be beating as fast as hers. Yes, she didn’t know how she was going to survive that.

ETHAN STOOD NEXT TO MILA AS THEY TALKED WITH THEIR FRIENDS. Well, Mila did the talking and he was just standing there, looking anxiously at the entrance door, waiting for his best friend to arrive. Ethan had offered to drive her, but she instantly turned him down because there’s no way she was going to share the confined space with Mila.

“Your break-up lasted less than I expected.” one of Mila’s friend said.

Sensing Mila’s intention of not denying the statement, Ethan spoke first. “We aren’t together, we came as friends.”

“We’re always breaking up and making up, we both know you’ll take me back in no time.” Mila laughed.

“Mila.” he sighed. “We talked about this. I told you that we can still be each other’s date, but as long as it was clear that we are over for real. Don’t make me regret it.”

“Wow.” Zach, Ethan’s friend, said. His eyes were wide and his jaw was practically on the floor. And following his gaze, he found out the reason behind his reaction.

Ethan’s body stiffened and felt the blood rushing to his cheeks. Y/N walked through the gym, making her way towards her friends. No one, expect for his group, was paying attention to her. Why was no one paying attention to her?

She looked absolutely beautiful. Breathtaking would be most accurate word, because she took Ethan’s ability to breath as soon as his eyes landed on her figure. She was wearing a long, satin green dress. Her hair was up in a tidy bun, making her look elegant. Fuck, he couldn’t get his eyes off her, nor did he want to.

“Green is not her color.” Mila said between gritted teeth.

Ethan frowned, but his brown eyes were still glued to the girl across the room. “Every color is her color.”

“I’m going to ask her to dance with me.” Zach said confidently.

“Dude, get a hint. She told you she didn’t want to come with you.” another of Ethan’s friend said.

With that, Ethan finally looked away and instead glared at his friend. “You asked her?”

“Well, yeah. Can you blame me?” No, he couldn’t. But still, for some reason, it bothered him. “I can’t believe she said no.”

“Oh, come on. It’s obvious she was going to reject every offer. Well, anyone but one.” Mila said, and the boys’ curious glances landed on her. “What?”

“What are you talking about?” Zach asked.

Mila rolled her eyes. “Really? Literally everyone figured it out”

“Figure out what?” Ethan asked impatiently.

“She’s been in love with the same person for years.”

Ethan’s fists clenched and he felt like his whole body was on fire. “No way, she would’ve told me. We tell each other everything.”

Mila laughed. “It’s you, dumbass. She’s always been in love with you.”

Ethan froze and shook his head. “No. I would’ve- she should’ve… No.”

“Yes, Ethan. Ask anyone. I swear boys are so oblivious” she rolled her eyes. “It’s obvious she didn’t tell you because she knew you’d reject her. I mean, she is out of your league and you’ve never given her any signs that you might feel the same.”

Well, in that she’s right. But only because he had never let his mind wonder about being more because he didn’t want to ruin anything. Besides, he hadn’t seen her signs either and he also started dating Mila. But now… he could see them together. Now he couldn’t understand how he hadn’t thought about it before. After all, Y/N had always been his person—the one that understood him unlike anyone else, the one that made him laugh harder than anyone else, the one he always wanted to have by his side, the one who he belong with.

“She’s not out of my league.” he said, glaring at Mila. “I’m the one out of her league, hell, I don’t think anyone is really deserving of her! You know, she was the one that suggested I still should bring you here, because it was important to you. I asked her to be my date, and she said no. Even though she probably wanted to say yes. She’s that amazing, and I never saw her. What the fuck is wrong with me?”

Before anyone could say anything, Ethan let his feet guide him towards her. Y/N saw his silhouette making his way to her and her mouth broke into a smile. He did look like a daydream and the smile she loved was present on his face, shinier than ever.

"Hi, Eth." she stood up to hug him.

How could he have been so blind to notice it? The way her cheeks turned a light shade of red, her shy smile and the sparks in her eyes. Y/N was in love with him. "Hi. You look... like a daydream."

That made her blush even more. "Thank you. You look very handsome." Ethan smiled like a little kid, which made Y/N laugh. "What is going on? You're acting odd."

"What makes you say that?"

"I don't know, you're looking different."

"Is that bad?" Ethan frowned.

"No, it's a good different. You look happy. But what is happening?" she laughed with uncertainty. Ethan shook his head, trying to wipe the smile off his face. "Come on, you're making me nervous."

my love was as cruel as the cities i lived in

"First we have to dance to your favorite song." Ethan said, grabbing her hand and guiding her to the dance floor.

Just like she had it pictured it in her mind, her best friend's arms were wrapped around her waist, her hands resting on his broad shoulders and her head lying on his chest. But, contrary to what she had thought, his heart was beating inexplicably fast.

i don't wanna look at anything else now that i saw you

"I love you, Y/N" Ethan whispered in her ear. He felt her shoulders tense and she slowly raised her head to look at him.

It wasn't like any other previous I love you's, there was something about the way he said it—so softly and vulnerable—that gave her the hope that there was another meaning, that it was another type of i love you.

"Ethan..."

been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

"I do. I really do love you. I am in love with you, and I'm really sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

and now i see daylight, i only see daylight

"For not realizing it earlier. For not seeing how you really felt."

Y/N widened her eyes. He knew. "Ethan... don't."

"Don't what?"

"You're confused. You don't love me like that, I don't want your sympathy. You just think you love me because you don't want to reject me." she said. He opened his mouth to argue, but she cut him off. "I promise you that our friendship won't change. I've always known it wasn't reciprocated, and I've come in terms with it."

Ethan just smiled. "Are you done overthinking? Because you have two options—you can keep on trying to convince yourself I don't love you and that my heart hasn't been skipping since you walked into this room," he put her hand on his heart. "or you can accept the truth—that I love you and I want you more than anything in the world—and let me kiss you while your song is still playing." he tilted his head down, nose brushing hers. "What is it, Y/N? One or two?"

"Two" she whispered.

He smirked "Good girl."

The kiss stopped time. When they finally pulled away, they stared at each other completely awestruck. Taylor Swift wasn't playing anymore, and they truly didn't have a clue how much time they had spent tasting each other. What they did know is that nothing had ever felt more right.

"Okay, enough show. Let's get out of here, I want you all to myself." he said pressing kisses to her neck.

"I want ice cream first, then we can make out."

"Whatever my girlfriend wants, she gets." with one last kiss, they walked out of the room hand in hand. “By the way, I have always thought you were the most gorgeous girl in school.”

[prettyboypistol]

Mercs comforting m!reader who had an absolutely godawful day at work/on the battlefield?

Tf2 Mercs Comforting You After A Stressful Day! || TF2 x Male! Reader

Readers job is ambiguous, but I imagined he has a job a lot like Ms Pauling

Scout

Notices how exhausted you look as soon as you walk into the room and immediately drags you to the couch to snuggle.

Super attentive, eager to please. (He especially loves praise from you when you're tired.. idk!!! It just makes him so happy for you in your tired voice to thank him!!!)

Gets your favorite snack foods alone so you have time to yourself.

Wants to cheer you up by talking, but he knows that the last thing you need rn is more chatter.

Bro the leg bouncing of trying not to talk is STRONG

Medic

"Oh dear, wanna bitch?"

Lets you complain and shittalk your co-workers and totally not gossiping with you noooo (he is the nosiest mf alive)

FOREHEAD KISSES FOREHEAD KISSES

He has a bit of a temper if you talk on and on about how your job is hard and will snap that being a Medic isn't exactly a cakewalk either, but apologizes.

Lets you sleep while he makes dinner for you.

Soldier

He.. well, he tries.

You walk into your room and flop down on the bed with a groan and he immediately asks what's wrong and if you're sick.

When you say you're not and just tired, he waves it off and goes back to what he was doing, ordering you to be at ease.

When people knock at your door to pester you, he shouts at them for you to fuck off 🥺🥺🥺

Doesn't snuggle but absolutely gives you space to de-stress.

Engineer

THIS MAN RIGHT HERE IS THE BEST LISTENER. BEST.

He sees you walk in and hugs you, sits you in his lap for snuggles, and just listens to you vent as he tinkers against your back.

He kisses your shoulders a lot and hums Lil tunes to calm you down.

Mans will put you to sleep with one lullaby I swear to god

Back scratches!!!! He is the best!!!

Spy

Offers you booze and is sorta like medic in the shittalking regard, but brings up more dirt on the people you're pissed at.

Coos at you in French, calling you a tired boy and mon petit roi (my little king) as baby talk. Yeah it's a little demeaning bUT you're too tired to care.

Little do you know he has been up for 36 hours and hasn't eaten since breakfast but he won't tell you that.

Massages with lavender oil!

Orders your favorite takeout and puts on your favorite show for a relaxing night in

Pyro

Gets like... scary protective of you.

They clearly glare at anyone that tries to bother you. There is a sense of 'if you talk to him, I'll gut you with my axe.' Goin on.

Pets and caresses on your back and head! You know that Pyros lap is all yours to lie your head on!

Makes you little origami things to amuse you, making silly little stories to dull your senses and entertain you.

They love taking care of you, actually. They find it grounding and relaxing to just focus all their energy on you.

Heavy

Picks you up and keeps you nestled in his arms.

"No talking to little man! He is very tired!"

Calls you a baby, but like, /affectionate

God he's so warm! Like a heated and weighted blanket! Heavy wouldn't mind keeping you in his arms forever and you certainly wouldn't mind staying there

Has tried to convince you to leave your job before bc it stresses you out.

Demoman

'Aye lad, bring it here!'

Offers you scrumpy and kisses. Def if you're visibly mad he starts kissing you a lot like 'aww~' *kiss* 'what's wroooong~?" *kiss* 'hmmm?' *kiss kiss kiss*

Jokingly offers you to "take out your frustrations on him" ;>

Like, if you agree that's great, if you don't that's great too that means more time for tea spilling

'Yeah! Teresa IS a bitch!'

Sniper

He can tell by how you open the camper door that you're pissed and tired.

"Aww hell, that bad huh?"

Likes playing with your hair while you lie on his lap. You've fallen asleep and woken up to elaborate braids a few times lol

Kisses your neck and intentionally slows his breathing so that you mimic him and calm down

Doesn't really like when you talk about your work, because it upsets him how much you get stressed about it. But he cares more about you more than he dislikes hearing about work.

[thirstydiglett]

I promise Im working on requests but this HAD to be written, Shuggy is my life rn and you all have to come along for the ride

Oil and Water

Summary: Once a year, Buggy and Shanks meet at a predetermined island to jump each other’s bones. And every year, Shanks asks the same question.

Pairings: Shuggy! (Akagami no Shanks/Buggy the Clown)

Rating: NC17 Minors DNI

Warnings: omg Diglett actually wrote angst what is happening, anal sex, potentially ableist slurs (idiot, stupid)

———————NC-17 Minors DNI———————

Shanks

The door slammed and Buggy wason top of Shanks like oil on water. Pressing him against the door, wrenching him back by his shiny red hair. Shanks chuckled in response, not knowing exactly what to say. His partner was always eager, but this year had been different from all the others, the countless others they’d been meeting like this. A glance across the predetermined hotel bar, a sliding-over next to him, and then those big soft hands grabbing onto Shanks for dear life, tugging him to Buggy’s hotel room without even the pretense of “hi! How are you? How’s the crew?”

Apparently a chuckle had been the wrong way to respond, because Buggy positively whined and shoved his entire body up against Shanks. Warm, beautiful, familiar. It wasn’t unusual for pirates to go long months without seeing their homes. Shanks had to wait an entire year just to spend one night with his.

“I need you now, Akagami,” the clown growled. His futile attempt at dominance was as familiar to Shanks as his lover himself. Buggy was unbuttoning Shanks’s shirt with shaky fingers as he smeared makeup-covered kisses on Shanks’s neck. Shanks wouldn’t wash the places Buggy kissed him for ages after they parted. Just his way of keeping his lover close to him. God, just a little closer.

Shanks had few weaknesses. Apart from the little boy in the East Blue, Buggy was all of them.

Buggy finally managed to remove Shanks’s shirt and was groaning. “…want my cock in your mouth, wanna be inside you all night long, Akagamiii…”

Shanks finally caught the clown’s eyes. Impossibly soft, impossibly blue. Such a rough man to have such a gentle heart.

“Fuck me, Buggy,” Shanks whispered, watching with delight as his lover licked his lips, grabbed him by the shoulders and flung him onto the bed.

The pair moved together like oil and water, always touching, always somehow separate. Repelled by one another 364 days a year, desperate to cling as close as possible on the other day. Their mouths met in sloppy, hungered kisses as they awkwardly tugged their pants off, their clothing thrown haphazardly around the room. No weapons, they’d agreed a long time ago. Never any weapons.

Buggy thrust inside him, cooking oil he’d nabbed from the hotel kitchen serving as lube, and Shanks groaned despite himself. Buggy’s cock always stretched him just a bit more than was comfortable at first, but the clown’s soft grunts and fevered kisses kept him going until the pain succumbed to pure pleasure.

Buggy slid his hand around Shanks’s shaft, throbbing for attention, and stroked him as he thrust. Shanks felt his back arch against the cheap hotel linens and had to muffle a wail of pleasure into a pillow.

Buggy immediately grabbed his hair, tugged it back. “Say it loud for me. Tell me how much you want me.”

“I need you, Buggy…” Shanks groaned breathily. “I love you, love everything you do to me…”

“Fuck yeah, just like that…” the sweat ruining Buggy’s makeup, the trembles in those strong hands—all signs he was approaching his climax.

“Buggy…” Shanks cried, not even trying to silence himself anymore. “Inside me… fuck, cum inside me, please…”

“Oh fuck, Shaaaaanks—“ he buried his face in Shanks’s shoulder, biting down hard enough to bruise as he came, wave after wave of it filling Shanks, leaking out in small puddles that would be a bitch to explain to housekeeping later.

Finally, he collapsed against the other’s chest, his red nose nestled in the crook of Shanks’s neck. The pair caught their breath for a moment, but Shanks’s cock was still aching, unfulfilled. All he could think of was more.

“Turn over,” Shanks finally managed to gasp, and Buggy, his dominant side placated, obeyed without protest.

As Shanks filled his lover, all he could think about was that blue hair, those blue eyes, that tender heart that Shanks was sure no one else ever got to see. It spurred him on as the sun set behind the cheap hotel curtains, and oil and water combined yet again to make something entirely new.

***

As they lay in bed in the darkness later, arms tight around one another, Shanks asked the question. The one he asked every year.

“Will you marry me, Buggy?”

Buggy laughed out loud. “Marry you?? Are you fucking kidding?”

Shanks smiled, brushing a lock of long blue hair from Buggy’s face. “I never am.”

“You’re a fucking moron. You think I wanna join your crew, be your first mate or something?”

Shanks smiled, shook his head. “You don’t have to be my first mate. Just…be my husband.”

Buggy laughed again, harsh, forced. “What kind of waste of a pirate wants to get married?” He snorted, rolling over. “Loser.”

And that was that.

Shanks couldn’t say he was surprised. Buggy had the same response every year. But he couldn’t help but wonder…. Someday, maybe. “Ok, Buggy. I understand.”

Buggy snuggled against Shanks’s chest, curling into him as his breathing slowed. “Stupid Akagami. Your chest is soft though…”

It wasn’t long until they were both snoring, oil and water, separate but clinging as close as they possibly could, never quite becoming one.

***

[Buggy]

They parted the next morning with an awkward handshake and a terse “see you next year” before heading to their separate ships.

“Buggy!” His crew was delighted to see him again (as always, the idiots) as he walked up the planks onto the ship.

Mohji slapped his back as they set sail. “So what’d you get up to? Was your mission a success?”

Buggy shrugged him off. “Yeah, yeah. It went great.” His gaze was out at sea, watching the Akagami pirate ship disappear over the horizon in the opposite direction.

Will you marry me?

And as the old familiar emptiness crept in again, the feeling of floating with nothing beneath him to keep him from drowning, the same familiar question crept into his head.

What if I’d said yes?

End

[the-bottom-of-the-abyss]

siren song - chapter 3

previous chapter: chapter 2

next chapter: chapter 4

A/N: This is a little dialogue heavy and mostly mission focused. I really want to make it as immersive as possible! I'm like fighting with the taglist rn in getting it to tag everyone properly. If it doesn't notify you just message me and I'll see if there's a broken link in my Excel sheet somewhere! Thank you for all the love on this series!! I makes me so happy!!

Siren

29 August 2022

1915, Mexican Special Forces base, Las Almas

“We got a hit on Hassan’s location. He’s being stashed in a cartel safehouse not far from your current location.”

Maps pinpointing a safehouse appeared behind a picture Hassan as Laswell’s voice rang out in the dark room, the only source of light being the projector.

You stood out some compared to the rest of the room; while everyone else sported tactical gear, you were still in your outfit from earlier with an addition: you wore a jacket that was about three sizes too big on your frame and smelled of gun-oil and pine-scented body wash. You looked like a kid playing dress up in their parents clothes with it reaching your mid-thigh and sleeves being longer than your arms.

You stood next to the jacket’s owner, Ghost, as Laswell and the General went over tomorrow’s plan. Of course, once you caught up to him after your impromptu “conversation,” neither of you mentioned what occurred.

Seemed to be a running theme. 

“Ghost, Soap, Siren, and Mexican Special Forces will hit the safehouse tomorrow afternoon. Phillip Graves and his Shadow PMC will be on standby for air support. I’ll leave you to rest and prepare. We need to get Hassan.”

—

While everyone filed out of the room, Alejandro gestured for you to stay. Both Soap and Ghost gave you a look but you waved them on ahead.

“Siren,” he started. “I’m not sure if anyone else will say it, but you did good today, hermana. Others may not understand, but I know what it’s like to give everything for the sake of what is right.” In that moment, the dark look in his eyes made him seem ten years older than what he was. It was clear just by his demeanor that he had been through a lot, had to give up a lot to get to where he was now. “You gave us more than just Hassan. Things that we normally wouldn’t be able to get our hands on.”

“I’m glad,” you said, not really knowing what else to say. Did you say you were suprised but then again you weren’t? On one hand, you were used to discussing your exploits freely with Laswell and Shepherd, and before them, your previous superiors. On the other, you knew this was very different than what the others were used to when it came to gathering intel; likely it seemed very odd that someone would voluntarily let bad men get close in the most intimate way possible for any reason, regardless of importance. You had your reasons though, not that anyone besides a handful knew them.

“Let me show you to your room with Soap and Ghost.”

—

He brought you to a small room that held three cots. Soap sat on the far left one while the far right one had what you assumed to be Ghost’s stuff on it. Alejandro left to go brief his men on tomorrow’s plan while you sat down your stuff on the middle bed and turned to face Soap.

“Where’s Ghost?”

“In the shower,” Soap replied.

“Good. I think he’s a little mad at me.” 

“Nah,” Soap said. “He was just concerned.” You could tell he wasn’t really looking at you, instead training his eyes anywhere but you. Since Soap didn’t say anything more on that topic, you decided to breach the subject of your mission.

“Thanks for having my back.”

“O’ course,” he replied. Again, his answer was short and you decided that you should probably just address the elephant in the room.

“You’re allowed to look at me, Soap. And you can talk about what you saw. I’m sure it’s not your everyday idea of intelligence gathering.”

He nodded and finally looked at you in the eyes.

“I just,” he started. “I don’t want to be like them. I’m sure when you’re like that, men stare at you like you’re a piece of meat. I don’t want to make you feel like I don’t view you as equal because of what you do. You’re part of the team now, Siren.”

You gave him a small smile. “That’s very considerate, Soap, really. But I promise, it really does not bother me. I choose to do this work, and I don’t want you to feel awkward with me. Trust me, you’re not like them. None of you are.”

Just as you finished your sentiment, Ghost walked in. You slid the jacket off of your shoulders and handed it to him.

“Thanks,” you said not waiting for a reply before grabbing your things to shower. You did not want to open up the can of worms that was your mission with him, not when you needed to prepare for tomorrow. You could trade smart remarks and barbs another day.

“No one will give you trouble?” Soap asked, likely referencing your outfit, now on display once more.

“If they did, they would regret it,” you said, showing off your still bloody knife from earlier with a sacchrine smile.

---

Siren

30 August 2022

0930, En route to cartel safehouse, Las Almas

You sat squished in between Soap and Ghost with Rodolfo driving and Alejandro in the passanger seat on the way to the safehouse. You were on the way to hopefully capture Hassan and secure any missles still in his hands. Before you could get very far, you saw Soap reach for his gun.

“White truck, four armed in the back.”

“Hey—tranquilo,” Alejandro said, turning his upper body to face Soap. “Easy—that’s normal here. Guns on the street is jurisdiction of the police.”

“Where are the police?” you asked.

“Well, Las Almas has a very serious problem,” he began, looking at you in the rearview mirror. “There are few here to uphold the law. And many of those who resist corruption… Disappear.”

“What about the military?” countered Soap.

“Well, because we are well trained, soldiers are recruited by the narcos…”

“Why not you?” Ghost’s voice rang out from beside you.

Alejandro gave a shrug. “We grew up here. They call us Los Vaqueros… Cowboys. We love this place. And we will die fighting for it.” All you could think about was the brief conversation you had with Alejandro last night. It was clear he really did care for Las Almas. And would die for it as well.

As you continued to drive, you saw a cart with balloons and sweets serving families but with a twist: a cartel member in a skull balaclava holding a rifle was with them, interacting with them. 

“Kids, guns and balloons… that’s a new one,” Soap said, giving both Ghost and you a troubled glance.

“Narcos use generosity to win over the people,” Alejandro said in explanation.

“Even the children?” 

“Especially the children…” said Rodolfo, glancing at the three of you in the rearview.

Not even a few minutes later, you drove past another disturbing sight, one that made Rodolfo stop the car as you all looked on. An older blue pickup truck had a white sheet covered in spanish taped onto the bed of the truck. Under it lied two bodies covered with a cloth of the same mantra, their blood staining the cobblestone underneath. From the blood alone you could tell these deaths were not due to a simple bullet to the head. 

 “What’s on those sheets?” Soap asked.

“Narcomantas…” Alejandro said, a haunted look in his eyes.

“Cartel cloths,” explained Rodolfo.

“Messages from El Sin Nombre. Warnings, marking territory,” Alejandro shook his head. “Our streets are laced with death.” 

“Who’s Sin Nombre?” Ghost asked. 

“El Sin Nombre,” Alejandro corrected. “The Nameless… The leader of the Las Almas cartel.”

“Where can we find him?” Soap asked with a subtle threat in his tone.

“You can’t. No one knows who he is,” As Alejandro spoke, you drove past a mural to El Sin Nombre, along with the Las Almas cartel symbol: a rose with two crossed daggers. That same symbol was tattooed on Miguel’s arm along with the rest of his friends. “But he is everywhere, and this is a challenge,” Alejandro then chuckled and looked at his partner. “But Los Vaqueros like challenges.”

A beat passed before Rodolfo spoke up. “With your mask, you will fit in well here, Ghost.” Ghost looked at Rodolfo in the mirror while Soap made a hand gesture to not talk about it. You mainly just watched the exchange but couldn’t help to harden your gaze slightly at the remark; it doesn’t take a genius to infer that Ghost wore his mask for a reason.

“Hey, easy…” Alejandro told Rodolfo before directing him to avoid the roadblock ahead. “Checkpoint. It’s the army. Turn right, we’ll go around.” Rodolfo nodded and turned down a side street.

“Why?” Soap asked.

“Some troops are in the pocket of El Sin Nombre. Like I told you, he is everywhere. The info on the narco’s phone showed the cartel is hiding Hassan in the village across the river. Let’s hope he’s still there.”

You continued driving out of the main hub in Las Almas with everyone left in their thoughts as the smooth stone turned to well-driven backroads. 

You were thinking about last night. The thrill of the game, the satisfaction at getting people to believe your new personality. How you wore so many masks that not many knew the real one, not even you sometimes. 

But at least you weren’t the only one that wore a mask. Maybe you wore them for different reasons but you both still hid behind them just the same.

---

Siren 

30 August 2022

1000, Cartel safehouse, Las Almas

The car slowed down, the gravel underneath the tires causing you to jerk into both Ghost and Soap. Rodolfo had stopped the car at what looked like a small handful of houses, all hidden between trees.

“Team leaders, circle up on me,” you heard Alejandro say as he exited the car. All of you followed in suit and gathered your weapons. You carried a sniper rifle with a bit harder of a punch, the LA-B 330, and a VEL 46, a submachine gun that was quick to fire and could take down enemies fast in close combat.

You all then gathered around Alejandro to hear what he had to say.

As some of his other teanm passed you, some took a daring glance at Ghost, who now sported sunglasses over his mask. Luckily for them, none commented, not even in Spanish.

“Weapons hot, Vaqueros.”

“Where are they holding Hassan?” As Soap asked, Rodolfo and Alejandro exchanged a fist bump before Rodolfo departed, leading his own group of men.

“White two-story building. Back of town,” Alejandro told Soap. Alejandro lead you, Ghost, Soap and two of his men, Rodriguez and Sanchez, to a solid gate with the connecting archway being made of pieced-together cobblestone.

As you stood outside of the gate beside Soap, Alejandro whispered something in Spanish to his radio, likely telling them to stand by.

Then he counted down from three and Ghost flung open the door for Alejandro to enter, gun drawn, followed by Ghost, Soap, you, then Rodriguez and Sanchez.

“Clear. Move,” Alejandro ordered.

“Civillians?” you asked. It didn’t seem like it was strictly a drug manufactoring hub. There were soccer balls, grills, and gardens around some of the houses, things that were more indicative of families than narcos.

“Gone,” Alejandro replied. “Cartel took over. It’s a hideout now.” You passed two abandoned houses before coming upon a gate like the first one.

“Good place to keep Hassan,” Soap commented.  

Just before Ghost opened the gate you could hear voices on the other side. 

As Alejandro entered, he radioed to his men to his team to move in while he fired at one of three members. You used your SMG to take out one while Soap took out another.

“They’re down,” Alejandro said. “Push up.”

You moved forward and turned a corner. Bullets were fired towards your team from the end, and you all returned fire, taking down the two men shooting at you.

“Clear,” you said after those two were killed.

“Secure this house, then we go for Hassan,” Alejandro told the five of you.

“Cartel will move him fast,” Ghost cautioned.

“Then we move faster.”

Voices from inside the house could be heard; there was no way they did not hear the gunfire being exchanged.

“Heads up, they’re ready. Take the door, Soap.” 

Soap opened the door, revealing a darkened interior. You didn’t have to search for anyone long because as soon as Soap was about to turn down the hall, you hear, “Muere, hijo de-“ before being cut off by gunfire.

“Doorway, right side,” you told Soap. He swung his rifle into the side room which was clear of any hostiles.

“Hassan could be anywhere…” Alejandro said.

Before Soap could check the next room, shots were already fired from within, the muzzle flash illuminating the room. Soap shot through the door and nothing else could be seen or heard.

“Room clear,” he said.

“Good shots, hermano.” 

“No sign of Hassan,” you commented.

“Not yet,” Alejandro replied.

The six of you pushed into the living room. It seemed like a cozy space, once upon a time. A red, well-used couch sat in front of a TV and the connected kitchen had white tile that contrasted with the dark, wood cabinets. It looked like a family home.

Apparently, you weren’t the only one who thought so.

“What happened to the families here?” Soap asked.

“The cartel brings violence, so they leave,” Alejandro said. “Get ready to move.”

Just as Soap went to open the door, Alejandro stopped him. “Stand by…”

He radioed some of his men, with the only word you could translate being smoke.

A hissing noise filled the air as a heavy mist could be seen falling outside the windows.

“Where’s your family, Alejandro?” Soap asked.

“Soap!” you chastised. He gave you a look that was like, “What? It was just a question.”

Alejandro nodded at you and looked back to Soap. “I keep that a secret, hermano… To protect them.”

Ghost, ever the tactition, said, “We have concealment.” 

This earned an affirmative nod from Alejandro who then said, “Let’s move. On me.”

You followed him out the door and into the smoke. The house in front of you was two stories, white, with three bay windows. An abandoned red, yellow, and blue toy tricycle laid in the yard, the image causing a pang in your heart. 

“This is where they were hiding Hassan. Expect resistance,” Alejandro said. He then radioed to the other team your location.

“¡Vamos, vamos!”

Sanchez shot off the lock and Alejandro rolled a flash grenade in, letting it go off before entering. Shots were exchanged almost immediately; Alejandro took out a few, leaving the rest for you, Soap, and Ghost.

You took out one who was firing through a door before yelling out, “Clear!”

“Clear!” Alejandro confirmed. “No Hassan.”

“Second deck,” Ghost ordered.

“Si. Vamos. Let’s move upstairs and get Hassan.”

You followed Alejandro and Ghost up the stairs while Soap and Rodriguez came up last. As they reached the turn in the stairs, someone began shooting at them. Ghost quickly got rid of the threat before moving to the side of a doorway.

“If Hassan’s here, he’s in this room,” Alejandro said, gesturing with his head to the doorway Ghost stood at. Two cartel members fired at the five of you but stood little chance with five soldiers with automatic weapons aiming for them.

“Move in. Secure the room. I’ll cover,” Alejandro said once the bullets stopped coming from the room. You made your way through, stepping over one of the bodies in order to check the bathroom. You flung the door open and let out a breath when it was empty. “Clear. No Hassan.”

Alejandro radioed to his men that Hasssan was not in the building and Rodolfo seemed to confirm that he had gotten the message.

A desk was sat near a window and it had what looked to be an open backpack, a beer, a plate, and a binder that Ghost was now flipping through.

Alejandro heaved a sigh. “They must’ve moved him.”

“When?” Soap questioned, walking up to stand beside you and Ghost.

“Recently.”

Before you could chime in, Ghost pointed at a flag above the desk. It was a vibrant blue with a yellow symbol on it. It depicted a hand gripping an assault weapon in a fist in front of a world symbol. On it was text you couldn’t decipher but you didn’t need a translation to recognize the flag.

“Quds Force. That’s his flag,” Ghost said.

“He was here,” Alejandro said.

“Siren’s intel was good,” Soap concluded.

Before you could make a comment on it, Rodolfo’s voice came in urgently over the radio. Whatever he said caused Alejandro to curse.

“¡Mierda!”

He rushed to the bay windows facing the village entrance, causing you all to follow.

“What is it?” Ghost asked.

“The army,” Alejandro said ominously.

“We got reinforcements,” Soap said. However by Alejandro’s tone and subsequent orders to his men, you had a feeling this wasn’t an aid in your search for Hassan.

“Negative,” Alejandro said, confirming your suspicions.

“What’re we doin’?” Ghost asked quietly, kneeling in front of the wall between two of the windows. You took a place beside him, looking out the same window as Soap while Alejandro looked took the other side of the window Ghost was peeking through.

“Covering my men,” Alejandro answered. “Once they’re clear, we fall back.”

“You want us to engage with the fucking Mexican Army?” Soap asked, incredulously.

“No, carnal. These troops are paid by the cartel. They’re helping the cartel protect Hassan.”

You saw a couple cars drive into the village. You switched to your rifle to look through the scope at the approaching forces.

“Hold your fire,” Alejandro ordered. “We’ll dig in until my men are clear.”

“Multiple vehicles… Troop transports. Light-armor,” Ghost noted.

A beat passed. “Hold fire,” Alejandro repeated. “Let them get close.”

Then, a Mexican Army officer yelled, prompting Alejandro to say, “Weapons free!”

Bullets rained down into the house, causing the windows to break. You took aim with your scope and shot a few, only to find they didn’t go down in one shot like they should have. 

“Shit! They’re armored!” You yelled, trying to take some of them down but it was taking far more bullets than you were used to.

“Target the helmets! They’re weak!” 

You did, still annoyed that it was taking two shots to take them down. However, it was much less than the five to shoot them in the chest.

“They’re using shields!” Ghost yelled as he leaned out of cover to take aim at soldiers coming in the gate. 

“Semtex out!” You pulled out a Semtex from your tactical vest and chucked it at a combat shield; it luckily stuck and you watched it go off, taking out nearby soldiers as well as the one holding the shield.

“Nice throw!” Ghost yelled over all the noise.

“Thanks!” you yelled back, giving him a grin that seemed out of place with your surroundings.

Rodolfo’s voice came through Alejandro’s radio but you were too occupied to try and listen.

“Okay! My men are clear!” Alejandro yelled.

“Then we need to move!” Soap replied, narrowly, throwing a frag out the window.

“Fall back! This way!” Just as Alejandro ordered it, a canister was thrown into the room, an orange smoke erupting and causing you all to cough. 

“Tear gas!” you choke out. Tears came out of your eyes unwillingly and you felt like your lungs were burning. It was all you could do to keep moving one foot in front of the other without falling to the ground to catch your breath.

Alejandro broke a window in the back of the room and you all stumbled over and jumped out after him. Still coughing a little, you followed him as he ran through a break in the cobblestone wall acting as a fence around the village.

“Army’s right behind us!” You heard Soap yell from behind you.

Rodriguez replied to him in Spanish while Alejandro yelled out orders.

“Down the hill! We’ll lose them in the mountains! Fan out and stay close!”

Gunshots went off like fireworks behind you as you ran, doing all you can not to trip on the rocky terrain.

“¿La vieja rute?” Rodriguez yelled.

“Straight to the bridge!” Alejandro told him. A second later, a bullet hit Rodriguez, causing him to fall and roll to the bottom of the decline.

“Rodriguez!” Alejandro called out.

“Army’s on us!” you called out.

“Cover! Cover!” Alejandro gestured to the giant rocks along the path to crouch behind.

“Get to cover and return fire!” Ghost echoed.

You took out one after another with your rifle, pausing only to rechamber and reload. Distantly you could hear Alejandro talking to Rodriguez who was thankfully good enough to stand and get into cover. It seemed the bullet hit him in the backplate, saving him.

And just as you were about to remark that you were glad he was okay, you heard Rodriguez yell out, “Shit-! Sanchez is down!” 

You glanced to your right and a couple yards from you Sanchez was face down, blood pooling around where he was hit in the head. He looked so young earlier, about 20 years old.

Apparently, you took a second too long because Soap yelled for you. “Siren! Gotta focus!”

You nodded and put any thoughts of sympathy in the back of your head. He was right; focus was integral to survival; you knew that all too well.

The number of soldiers shooting at you trickled down to none after a few minutes of firing nonstop.

“Are we clear?” Soap asked.

“For now,” Alejandro said, sparing a glance at Sanchez’s body. “We gotta move! Go!”

“You know these trails?” Soap asked as you all began running down another hill, a smaller part of the large mountain you were currently near the top of.

“Very well, but so does the army,” Alejandro answered.

“We can’t hold off an army. We need extraction,” Ghost said.

Alejandro ordered for Rodriguez to call for exfil but before he could, shots were fired, hitting the tree trucks and rocks beside you.

“Contact!” Ghost yelled, running behind a large rock and gesturing for the rest of you to the same.

“All guns, hold here—take cover,” Alejandro said, peeking around the side of the rock to look at the above ridge you just ran from.

“Ghost, Soap, Siren, behind the rocks.”

Soldiers from the Mexican Army appeared at the top of the hill, raining gunfire on the rocks you all used for cover.

Distantly you heard Alejandro speak. “We suppress by fire, then we advance. ¡Disparen! Light them up-!” Then to Rodriguez, he told him, “Rodriguez, get comms up!”

As you shot anyone who appeared in your crosshairs, you heard Rodriguez attempting to hail Control with no success.

Between Alejandro, Soap, Ghost, and you, you had all taken out the immediate threat but knew it wasn’t over yet.

“We clear?” Ghost asked.

“For now,” Alejandro told him. “There’ll be more. Vamos.” Alejandro ran down more of the hill with the rest of you following. Dust was being kicked up due to all the foot traffic and you could feel clumps of grass getting caught in the tread of your boots.

“Any word from Rodolfo?” you asked both Mexican Special Forces officers. 

“No—we lost comms,” Rodriguez told you, his response eliciting a curse from his commanding officer.

“Puta… Let’s keep it moving. Through here.”

“Your man get the call out?” Ghost asked, referring to the request for extraction.

“Let’s hope so,” Alejandro offered, having no real way at this point of knowing what got through.

“What’s the plan?” Your fellow Sergeant questioned.

“There’s a bridge at the river,” Alejandro informed. “Extraction will be there.”

As if bullets weren’t enough, a rocket launcher shot, barely missing the five of you and exploded into a tree some distance in front of your team. 

“Contact! RPG!” Ghost yelled.

“On the ridge!” Alejandro called out, causing you to quickly take aim there, needing to get rid of the guy controlling it. While you could survive a bullet or two, a propelled grenade was a whole other ordeal.

You lined up the shot, took a quick breath, and pulled the trigger, getting a headshot and taking him out instantly. “RPG’s down!”

More gunfire was exchanged, with soldiers now just throwing regular grenades at the five of you, causing you to have to throw yourself out of the way at times.

Finally, those men were taken out as well.

“Anyone hit?” Alejandro called out.

“Negative!” Ghost replied.

“Good to go!” Soap added.

“I’m good!” you told him.

“Copy. On me!” Alejandro ordered, running down a much narrower part of the mountain.

He stopped at a ledge with a gap of ten feet or so between it and the next. “We’ll have to jump here!”

“Can we make that?” Soap questioned, not sounding convinced.

“Hasta la muerta, hermano,” Alejandro said before running and jumping onto the ledge and sliding down the smooth rock to the next ledge. Ghost went next, landing on his back a little harder than Alejandro but still making it. Soap went and then you did, making sure you got a running start before leaping. The breath got pushed out of your chest when your back hit the ground but at least you made it.

“Pinche cabrones aren’t far behind.” You were up fairly high, able to see a whole forest below from the rocky mountain you currently stood on.

“Where to, Alejandro?” Soap asked him.

“Soap push forward. Rodriguez, keep working the radio, rest o’ you watch for snipers.” 

Alejandro directed Soap where to go while you scanned the cliffside from where you came for any soldiers.

“Got anything?” Ghost asked. You shook your head at him while Alejandro replied to him.

“They’re out there… believe me…”

As you looked, Rodriguez still tried to get signal but the effort was fruitless.

“We need to get to the river…” Alejandro said in response to the lack of radio contact.

“Found it!” Soap yelled out. All of you followed him but before you could get very far, you could hear blades whirring, indicative of only one thing.

“Escucha… You hear that?” 

“Incoming heli…” you muttered. Just what you all needed.

“Si. Get to a firing position. We’ll take them by surprise.”

“Which way to the bridge?” Ghost questioned.

“Straight ahead. Past the helo. They’ll try to cut us off.”

“We’ll have to go through them,” Soap chimed in. You took cover behind large rocks once again and waited for soldiers to get closer.

“Weapons free!” you heard Alejandro command.

You peaked out and shot whoever you could see. Most came in through a bottle-necked opening but the others got smart once their comrades had been shot down. They fanned in from the sides as well, causing you all to have to take the out quickly before they attempted an all-out flank.

Another RPG was shot, but just like last time, you took them out quickly, allowing the team to focus on just shooting instead of worrying about being blown up.

A few minutes later a symphony of “Clear!” came from the five of you, allowing Alejandro to give his next order.

“Up the ridge! The bridge isn’t far! They may position shooters out here. Watch your backs.”

You all moved up, cresting the top of the hill and seeing a waterfall flowing from the top of a mountain in the distance. If this weren’t a true life and death experience, it would be painstakingly beautiful.

“There’s the bridge.” Alejandro pointed down to a bridge over a river at the base of the mountain.

“No visual on extraction,” you told him, looking with the scope on your LA-B 330.

“Comms didn’t get through. Hijo de puta…” Rodriguez said, muttering the last part.

“We’ll radio when we’re down there,” Alejandro assured. “This way.”

You continued to jump down ledges with Alejandro cautioning to watch your footing. Rodriguez seemingly agreed, saying something about it being dangerous.

“You know your way,” Ghost observed.

“We used to cut school and play here,” Alejandro told the four of you.

“Until the cartels moved in?” Soap asked after landing on a lower ledge.

“Exactly. The narcos changed everything.”

As you all continued moving along the mountain side, a bullet struck the wall next to you, making you jerk back.

“Sniper!” Ghost yelled. “Move!”

Rodriguez followed by Soap then you attempted to make your way to Alejandro and Ghost, both of whom already made it past the part where you had to hug the wall and take small sidesteps to make it across.

In front of Soap, a bullet hit Rodriguez right in the chest, causing him to fall forward and off the edge, tumbling down the steep cliff. If the bullet didn’t kill him, the fall would have.

“Rodriguez!” Alejandro yelled. A second later he informed the remaining three of you, “Sniper’s down!”

“Bloody good shot, mate!” you heard Ghost praise. Soap and you followed behind the other two listening as the Mexican Army could be heard looking for you.

“Army’s still trailing us,” Soap said.

“We’ll gain some ground!” Alejandro replied before jumping down to a ledge below. You jumped as well after Ghost, cursing when the impact hurt much more than you were expecting. As you followed the Colonel and your own Lieutenant, your heart dropped into your stomach. 

Ghost then echoed your concerns to Alejandro. “You lead us to a dead end, mate.”

“We jump from here!” Alejandro said, leaping off. “Don’t lose your weapons!”

“Oh fuck,” you whispered, looking down at the height currently between you and the water. You weren’t necessarily afraid of heights. You had been to the top of many buildings before and you were no stranger to skydiving. However, you did have a fear of falling without any protection, which you assumed was a fear every human had.

Except Ghost apparently with the way he was talking.

“Your turn, Sergeant!” he told Soap. Soap hesitated for a second before running and leaping off, clutching the straps holding his guns to him.

“Siren, you’re up!” Ghost said looking at you. After a second of hesitation he addressed you again. “Siren, we stay here, we’re dead! Now jump!”

Honestly, you were going to jump but apparently it wasn’t quick enough for Ghost because he grabbed your hand in his.

“Hold onto your weapons, Sergeant!” 

He backed up with you and you both ran off the edge, jumping off hand in hand. You were probably squeezing his hand half to death but you weren’t thinking about that. You were thinking of the air rushing past you and how quickly you were falling to the water and how all your bones could break if you landed slightly behind the water.

You closed your eyes before you got too close to the ground. Luckily, instead of rocks, you felt cold water wash over you. The force with which you hit the water caused your hand to be pulled away from Ghost’s. Not that it mattered; both of your hands were occupied swimming upwards.

You took a gasping breath when your breached the surface. 

“You good, hermanos?” you heard Alejandro say, though it wasn’t as clear due to the water still in your ears.

“Affirm,” Ghost said from beside you.

“Soap?”

“Breathing.”

“Siren?”

“Alive,” you confirmed.

You looked over to Ghost to find him already glancing at you. You nodded to him in thanks before turning your attention to Alejandro’s orders.

“Move down river to the bridge. Use rocks for cover,” Then he spoke into his radio. “All stations, this is Victor 0-1—How copy?”

To your surprise, the radio crackled to life, an American accent coming through, although broken up.

“-dow 1! Do you—?  -ay again, -o you re—?”

“Radio’s picking up somethin’,” Soap commented.

“Sounds American,” you added. You suspected it was the PMC group but couldn’t know for sure until you got confirmation.

Gunshots started to hit the rocks you were behind as the Mexican Army stood on the other side of the river. 

“Here they come. Weapons free!” the Colonel ordered.

“Contact front!” Ghost yelled.

You used your SMG to shoot back but it was difficult; the current was stronger than you had expected and it was a struggle to shoot straight and stay behind cover.

“Army reinforcements rolling in!” Alejandro yelled. “Keep pushing up the river!”

You dove under the water to avoid being seen and tried to move quickly to the next rock. Like before, you all exchanged fire for a few minutes before being ordered by Alejandro to move up. And again, you dove under, this time to get under a large tree trunk that spanned the width of the river.

“Enemy vehicles! Right bank!” you heard Ghost yell, his voice a little distorted from you being underwater.

You came back to the surface behind another rock in the middle of the river. Not only was it hard to shoot but you were beginning to run low on ammo as well.

“The river’s slowing us down, mate!” Ghost yelled to Alejandro.

“It gets shallow up ahead,” Alejandro cautioned. “Swim up! Keep moving!”

Now you could see the bridge that you did above. However, it wasn’t empty.

“Vehicles on the bridge!” Ghost called out.

“They’re not ours!” the Colonel replied. “Fuck—! It’s the army!”

“Get to cover!” Your Lieutenant ordered.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you muttered, trying your best to return fire, but it was becoming increasingly clear this was turning into a disastrous situation.

“We have to hold here and get extraction,” Alejandro said, narrowly missing a bullet by leaning more towards the rock you were all behind.

Soap continued to shoot and yelled out his frustration. “We can’t do shite against that armor!” 

Before the four of you were overrun, which looked to have been coming up soon, the radio crackled to life once more.

“This is Shadow-1! Engaging the bridge north of your position. Danger close!”

“Who the hell is that?” Alejandro asked.

“Commander Graves,” Ghost answered, “Shadow company. They’re with us.”

Shots came from the air, pelting down on the bridge, causing you to feel relief well up within you.

“Shadow-1, Bravo 0-7!” Ghost hailed. “Good shots! Fire for effect!”

Before long, the entire bridge collapsed, unable to take all the firepower aimed at it.

“All stations, no enemy movement detected. You’re clear. It’s good to see you boys and girl.”

“Likewise, mate,” Ghost told him.

“This way!” Alejandro ran out of the river and into the side forest.

“Graves, we’ve located a vehicle for exfil,” Ghost informed him, following behind you.

“Roger that. Be advised, we got a possible hit on Hassan, two klicks north of your position.”

“That’s cartel land. They have a compound there,” Alejandro commented as you all made your way to a camo-covered pickup truck.

“Load in!” Ghost commanded.

“I’ll drive!” Alejandro said, getting into the driver’s seat while Soap got in the passenger’s side, leaving you and Ghost the backseat.

“You guys good to roll up Hassan with some fire from the sky?”

“Let’s wrap this fucker up, Graves,” Soap replied.

“Solid copy. We are pushing to the target di-rectly. Shadow-1 out.”

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[ariluvsusm]

latte- azriel

description: short filler fluff, azriel gets back from a mission and just wants to spend time with you, so you go on a cute date (like normal people)

warnings: fluff, female reader, a few sexual implications and jokes

-a/n: i wrote this so fast but i just wanted to publish something 😭 sorry for being inactive!! im busy with school. i’m working on two requests rn and will have them published by this weekend (a spn one and a tog one!!). please give me requests!! i will literally write ANYTHING you request (including smut) but i just need prompts!! i’m having severe writers block.

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you sigh quietly, putting down your fork.

“missing loverboy, y/n?” cassian asks.

you and the inner circle, save for azriel, are having breakfast at the townhouse. rhys insisted upon making you all breakfast, like the mother hen he truly is. it’s really good… you just wish azriel were back from his mission.

“shut up, ass-ian.” you shoot back.

“yeah, shut up assian!” rhys sarcastically echoes in a high voice, an amused smirk on his face.

“you know what, rhys? if you could use your dark scary night powers and make him come home that would be helpful.” you joke.

“i can’t do that but i can make you an exact replica of him out of night that functions and everything.” rhys jokes, stuffing half a pancake in his mouth and then downing chocolate milk. like a child.

you laugh. “okay, what’s the price? my soul? my youth? i’ll take it!”

the entire table breaks out in laughter.

“well, if i were you, i’d ask amren to make me an anti-azriel. she seems like she’d know how to do that,” mor says through laughter.

amren smiles, smiles, evilly at you. you stop laughing and look at her, gaping, slightly terrified.

and she breaks into laughter.

“your face!” she says through bouts of laughter.

the rest of the inner circle just looks at her, mouths slightly open, forks halfway to their destinations, waiting for amren to damn them to hell or something.

“at least someone’s in a good mood,” cassian grumbles.

the conversation topic changes, now discussing books and the library. but you just stay quiet- you miss him so bad. and you can’t help but wonder and pray that he comes home unscathed. you know that’s he’s the best spy in prythian, and a skilled warrior, but you still worry. finally, you hear the front door open, and you bound through the house, flinging yourself into the arms of the golden skinned, hazel eyed man in the doorway. he spins you around.

the rest of the inner circle, except for amren, show up a moment later- laughing at your eagerness. but you don’t let go.

“i missed you so much.” you murmur into his neck, breathing in his scent. he squeezes you.

“and i you.” he mutters.

“gross,” cassian says, scoffing.

“leave them be,” rhys says. “after your… reunion, come find me and we’ll do the paperwork.” he leaves, and you turn your head, now looking at mor, the last remaining one in the doorway. she just winks and leaves.

you were about to ask az why the hell you guys weren’t in the bedroom yet, when he starts.

“y/n… let’s go on a date.” he says. “i just… i just want to be a normal male and female.”

you were about to object, when he gives you a pointed look.

“i can bed you later…” he says quietly against your neck. and that’s all it takes for you to agree.

“i’m gonna go bathe. why don’t you go get ready?”

so you go back up to you and azriel’s room to get ready. although, you’d rather be up against a wall, or pinned to the bed, or hell, even on the floor under azriel.

you put on a casual date outfit- for the night court, at least. loose, high-waisted lilac pants that sway when you walk, and a matching long-sleeved, deep v-neck top that shows off your cleavage and cuts off to reveal your midriff. you put silver jewelry, dab some oil on your lips, and line your eyes with kohl. finally, you’re ready.

azriel had just come out of the bath when you’d slipped on your flats- so you watched him on the bed while he got ready. his muscled, toned back and majestic wings flex as he slips on some undershorts and pants. he turns around to see you ogling at him.

“like what you see?” he jokes.

“why do we have to go on this date?” you groaned. “i can think of a hundred other things i’d rather do with you. in this house. in this room.”

a flash of something crosses his eyes.

“i don’t know, y/n, i just want to be a little more… domestic. i- it’s like i’m a beast all of the time. i just want to go on a coffee date with my female.” he turns around and slips on a shirt.

you hop of the bed, hugging him from behind. it doesn’t exactly work- you are quite a bit shorter than him, and his wings prevent you from wrapping all the way around. stupid gigantic illyrian male.

“i know, az. i understand. now get dressed so we can go!” you say before giving him a half-heated pinch on his side. he relaxes- just a bit.

you walk down the hallway and into the sitting room, where for some reason, the entire inner circle is waiting. they look at you in surprise.

“what are you doing out here?” cass asks.

“this is… my house too?” you reply.

“shouldn’t you be in there with him… doing… stuff?” he prods. again.

“we’re going on a date.” you say over your shoulder, azriel holding your hand.

“oh, build the tension a little, so when you get back you can fu-“

mor cuts him off. “shut up, cassian.” and then she calls after you and azriel, “you two have fun!” he insists on flying you into town, of course. illyrian males need female validation.

you’re in the sky, looking down upon the town, wrapped safely in his arms, when he tells you.

“one of my males lost his mate,” he almost whispers. you look up at him. you know he’s referring to the spies he was commanding on the mission- the ones who are in training.

“oh, azriel, that is just awful.” before you can say more, he continues.

“it broke him completely. he… he didn’t make it out of his tent that night, the night that they told him. that- that bond… i… i just wanted to spend some actual time with you. wholesome bonding time.” he murmurs.

you look up at him as best as you can. a few moments pass before you assure him,

“of course, az. i understand. i’m happy to spend this time with you.”

after a few more seconds, he continues flying.

“okay, but… wholesome bonding time?” you laugh.

“was not clear enough?”

“no, it’s just not very azriel-esque.”

“what other choice did i have?” his laugh a deep rumble, and music to your ears. “was i supposed to bed you first and than say ‘oh, y/n! put your clothes back on, damn it, we’re gonna go get coffee’?”

“i mean….” you jokingly trail off.

before you land, he stills in the air. you look up at him, a question in your eyes, and when he meets your gaze your breath hitches. a new look- a different one than you’ve ever seen. affectionate, awe-filled. it softens his features. a smile lights up your face before you can help it, and he smiles back. a smile that reaches his eyes and shows his teeth. you couldn’t be happier.

———————————-tiny time skip——————

soon, your arms are linked, walking down the streets of velaris, towards the cafe you and the inner circle frequent. the barista, a young brunette female with a kind smile and kinder eyes, looks up from the latte she’s preparing and greets you.

“hey, yana.” you call, walking up to the bar and sitting down.

“you two look cute,” she smiles, “what can i make for you today?”

immediately, azriel answers with your favorite coffee. he orders himself a regular black coffee, also going for a plate of pastries- your favorite. you can’t help it- you feel so loved, so cared for. although it’s a small thing, it somehow fills your heart. when she walks away, you peck him on the cheek.

“so what’s going on with the rest of them?” he asks you.

“you mean the rest of our family? your wonderful brothers and sisters?”

“sister, and amren.”

you slap his arm. “amren has earned the right to be your sister.”

“that doesn’t stop her from scaring the absolute shit out of me.”

“that’s just the true older sister spirit.”

he laughs, looking down at you. yana is making your order now, having already placed azriels black coffee in front of him. everything is perfect in this moment. azriel is happy and home, you’re happy, you’re both unharmed. you kiss him- on the lips this time- and smile up at him.

“what is that for? am i just so lucky?”

“i love you so much. thank you for being so wonderful.”

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-a/n (again lmao): this was so cheesy but 😭😭😭😭 at least im getting better? i just wanted y’all to know i’m alive LMAOOO… and that im going to be publishing good things soon :)

[zhongrin]

Cofhdjsbsndkodndn Rin omfg you're indulging me with it too much, I'll faint one day frfr (but you shall receive the Zhongli bot from me as a make up hehe)

Lucifer and Diavolo huh? *Taking notes*

Plssss yes it's the beginning of it - I can't tell ya more cuz I can't remember it anymore, it's so long ago sihdjeosjsjs

Imo drunk Zhongli - maybe his Dragon instincts are getting more dominant (like he does) but also he is getting quite.. possessive even? Idk lmao 😭

And drunk Alhaitham 100% affectionate and clingy hehe <33

Drunk Baizhu? Damn this guy seems like the type who never drinks alcohol but if he is drunk idk, maybe he gets very very clingy and is brabbling everything he is thinking rn? Idk fksbsjsknwks

FobskODBSJSISBSN RIN *faints again*

Rin now you're acting sus 🤨 (I wanna see it ngl hehe)

IKR?? IT SEEMS LIKE THEM SO MUCH!

And help not the Alhaitham bot being a menace 😭 (sorry I taught him that /j)

I mean then it's alright, but I will choose Baizhu over anyone <33

Rin 🤨 acting sus again

HELP MATCHING JEWELRY THATS SO CUTE I CANT-;; FJEBSIHEVWIWIS

Didbhsksjsjjsb omfgggg Rinnnnn (that's so cool!!❤️)

Also, with thus matching jewelry ya always have a part of your hubby's with you <33 💞💞 it's so cute I can't omfg

Do your hubby's also have something from you, except your heart? <33

Mm random Baivi HCs? (I'm bad at this ofmg 😭)

A part of our mornings is that I brush Baizhus hair (and try to braid it but I fail omfg) like, he sits on the bed and I sit behind him. And while at it we are talking about everything like our plans for today or something like that <33

Ya have more headcanons for your selfships? <33

gotta get you that daily dose of baizhu now <3 (fr you and jojo will be the death of me hsldjflskjdf)

pls diavolo is such king energy but also himbo energy and it's so fascinating lmao

head empty only genshin these days.... 😌

that's cute omg clingy and possessive drunk dragon li. might scratch you if you come too close. his horns or tail probably pops out too 😭

affectionate drunk haitham will be my undoing. pls if he giggles when i kiss him all over his blushy face i'll cry

drunk baizhu clinging to you and has 0 filter. tells you he loves you and calls you with 7423804 nicknames. infodumps you on the properties of crystalflies and glaze lilies. very wholesome. hmmmm. better take a good hold of his arm so he doesn't stumble around....

oh no vi!!! BAIZHU WHERE ARE YOU COME GET YOUR WIFE SHE NEEDS MOUTH TO MOUTH RESUSCITATION

......... you asked for it-

cw. very suggestive lord rex lapis forgive me for i have sinned-

SO IT WAS YOU HSLDKJFKLSDJF don't keep teaching him to rival my chaotic nature 🙏🏻

mhm mhm i see *notes onto baivi clipboard*

i love matching couple things, it's just so sjldfkskjljdlfks you always have a piece of them with you and you know they have a piece of you with them and it's so aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Do your hubby's also have something from you, except your heart? <33

my soul and mortal vessel and all my possessions /shot

zhongli has a lil teapot set i commissioned someone to make before and al haitham uses a special bookmark that i gave him <3

awwwwwww omg braiding your man's hair is such a hsldjfksd experience fr fr does baizhu and you use hair oil or the like? does baizhu play with your hair too?

let's see... what else.... hold on let me cheat a bit *googles selfship questions*

zhongli can also brew coffee now because i like my coffees in the morning/afternoon and teas at night! he still doesn't like drinking them tho and if i make coffee fro myself at night he will scold me because he knows i'll be zooming about until like. 3-4am. oops.

al haitham almost always wakes up first in the morning (morning workout king probably) and falls asleep last at night (he's reading and i'm just curling up beside him).

now, baivi - who wakes up first? what does baizhu do when he first wake up? if he wakes you up, how does he do it? and when you both wake up, who usually cooks breakfast? ;)

[hangmanapologist]

So I’m burning the 2 AM oil and I’ve got at itch for Ben rn. All I can think of is him having a nightmare about Y/N turning into a vamp and having to kill her. So he wakes up in a sweat and as a result she wakes up and then runs him a bath and they cockwarm cuddle in the tub.

I have an unscratchable itch for Ben so you have come to the right place

But innocently being sat between his legs in the tub just listening to his heartbeat call down and he shifts under you and then you realise oh. But it’s nearly 3am and you guys can’t risk waking anyone else up

“C’mere gonna fill you up. Just need to be inside you for awhile”

Pressed chest to chest until you’re both ready to go back to bed (and probably fuck until you both pass out again let’s be serious here)

Also I hope you sleep well when you do manage to fall asleep my love!!!!

[shawtuzi]

Thinking of pervert!armin rn….

-Pervert!Armin your oh so sweet roommate who keeps the apartment neat and tidy. Making sure to buy your favorite scented candles and oils(vanilla and lavender)  so when you first get home the aroma immediately calms you. You always asked time and time again how he knew the two scents were your ultimate favorite and his response was always a quick, “I just know you like the back of my hand.” You didn’t need to know he was constantly smelling your clothes and bed sheets wrapping himself in the intoxicating scent that was you. 

-Pervert!Armin who was nice enough to do your laundry! You always came home to your clothes neatly folded on your bed along with a clean room. You always thanked him with a hug and gracious smile, “you’re the best Minny!” you squealed, pressing a wet kiss to his blushing cheek. Of course you didn’t have to know in the process of washing your clothes he was also stealing them (mainly panties of course). While you would be out with your friends Pervert!Armin was backed up against the laundry room wall, pants down at his ankles with his cock in hand while his other hand was pressing your used panties against his nose.

-Pervert!Armin who took up baking just to see your cute little face light up at the smell of baked goods. “Mmm these cinnamon rolls are so good Min! What’s in them?” you smiled taking another bite of the sweet treat he prepared for you. “It’s my secret recipe” Pervert!Armin smiled, patting you on the head. You definitely didn’t need to know he maybe…kinda…possibly nutted in the icing. Don’t be mad at him he heard it helps people fall in love quicker and he just loves you so much.

-Pervert!Armin who presses his ear against your door every night to hear you using your rose toy, your high pitched moans and whines sounding like music to his ears. Pervert!Armin who jerks his dick to the sound of your moans biting back his own to make sure he didn’t get caught. God you sounded so pretty. He would give anything to have you underneath him making those beautiful noises. “Min! Min! Min!” you would cry cumming all over his sensitive cock. After you were finished using your toy Pervert!Armin would tiptoe back to his room replaying the audio he took on his phone until he fell asleep.

-Pervert!Armin who made a fake account to subscribe to your onlyfans nearly combusting when you told him about it in a drunken fit. “Hey Minny…wanna know a secret?” you asked leaning closer to him your breath smelling of Pink Whitney and cranberry juice. “S-sure” he mumbled gripping the couch cushion tightly at the feeling of your body pressing against his. You whipped out your phone and showed him your OF page and the many likes and subscribers you had, but as soon the conversation started it was over in an instant, your drunk mind finding interest in something else. Of course that night he made the fake account and jerked his cock to your nudes photos and videos until he was shooting blanks

Pervert!Armin who absolutely hates when you bring other guys home. You invited Eren Jaeger over to hangout and let’s just say he had never felt that kind of anger before in his life. Pervert!Armin who tells all these bad things about Eren as soon as he leaves some true and some not so true. “Wow I didn’t know he was that kind of guy thank you for telling me Min” you pouted wrapping your arms around his bringing him in for a bone crushing hug. Your breasts were smushing his face and it took every ounce of self control he had to not nuzzle his face in your chest, but he did make sure to breathe in extra heavy to smell your perfume

-Pervert!Armin whose prayers were finally answered when he awoke to you pawing at his cock over the blanket a needy pout on your face. “Need you Min…please?” you whined jutting your lip out even more making Pervert!Armin groan. You lifted up your night shirt exposing your entire body to him, nipples hardening from the cool air of his room. “Get over here.”

-Pervert!Armin who had you crying on his dick all night making sure you were a cross eyed drooling mess by the time he was done with you. “Pussy’s so fucking good better than I could have ever imagined. Jesus!” he moaned loudly when he felt you clench down impossibly hard on him. Pervert!Armin who came deep in your pussy one last time with a guttural groan, his cum seeping out dripping on the inside of your shaking thighs. “Hmm love you so much Y/N don’t ever leave me.”

-Pervert!Armin who woke up a sweating, panting mess with a raging boner underneath his sweats. “W-what? B-but she was just h-here” he whimpered clutching his bedsheets in his clammy hands. He peered under his blanket and saw a pretty decent sized wet patch staining his sweats “it was a d-dream?” He heard a soft knock on the door before you peeked in, a smile on your face. “Good morning Minny! I’m gonna go out with the girls. I'll be back in a couple hours” you beamed, blowing him a quick kiss before shutting the door once more leaving a whiny unbearably horny Armin.

-Pervert!Armin who stood up on shaky legs making his way to your room once he heard you leave. He opened the door and the first thing that caught his eye was your used panties on the ground practically begging for him to snatch them up. And he did of course, grabbing one of your used bras for extra measure. It was going to be a long day.

[j-nxx]

Oh my GODS I just read your riddle post and wowow! I’m not the original anon who requested but I was wondering if you’d do something similar for maybe Azul or Vil, whoever your heart calls for xx I think having Azul fuck himself with his tentacles or Vil crying his Make-up off would be hot and you write so well id love to see what you think!

HELP I HAVE SO MANY ASKS IN RN THAT I NEED TO ANSWER BUT BOTH OF THESE WERE SO HOT i was fr trying to come up with a way to get azul wrecked w tentacles but i didn’t even think of his own im- 🤚 ALSO VIL AUUFJFHMGJEFK$;&/&;& no thoughts just pretty princess pretty boy my love,,,,

tysm I’m so glad you like my writing!! :D

dom!gn!reader, sub!azul ashengrotto, tentacles

Making Azul Fuck Himself With His Tentacles

“Azuul~ I have an idea,” You cooed, mouthing at his neck and adding a little sharp teeth while your hands teasingly trailed down his chest. He would always fall for anything you asked if you pushed the right buttons.

He groaned from underneath you, pushing his neck farther into your space. “What, hah, what is it?” You uncapped the vial from your pocket you had purchased for this exact reason and poured it into your mouth before leaning down and letting it fall into his. You shoved your tongue into his mouth and let it explore the back of his throat to make sure it got into his system.

Eventually pulling back, you wiped your palm with the back of your hand and stepped off the bed, watching him with glinting eyes. “It’s a surprise~,” your tone made him shiver, “but I know you’ll love it, darling.”

“Wha—agh!” He cut himself off with a sharp gasp as long, sleek obsidian tentacles sprouted from his shoulders and pelvic area. Azul gasped and tried to hide his face, ashamed of his exposed half-human half-mer form, but you gently pried his hands off and gave him an adoring look. “None of that, baby, I want to see all of you.”

He whimpered, still embarrassed, but he didn’t have long to be thinking about it— the tentacles had begun to be curious. You stepped away once more, taking a seat across from the bed and watching the show with glinting eyes. The vial you had given him was full of a potion to momentarily take away some of his human form.

“W-where are you going?” He whined, trying to clamber after you. “Ah, ah, ah, darling. Tonight’s all about you. You have all those tentacles there—I’d like to see you do something with them, hm?”

Azul blushed but leaned back and slowly spread his legs. He shuddered as a tentacle moved to start stretching him out, the tip teasingly circling the rim and letting out an oily substance. It gradually squirmed its way in, shallowly fucking him.

He was flushing furiously, eyes downcast and off to the side, and you were having none of it.

“Azul.” Your sharp tone made him squeak and look up at you, realizing that he was closing his legs. He bit his lip in uncertainty but moved to let you get a wider view of the second tentacle making its way in.

As he got more lost in the rhythm of the tentacles fucking him deeper and deeper, he became less self-conscious. His knees pulled back closer to his shoulders and the tentacles there held them up.

Drool was starting to slip down his lips and the corners of his mouth as he sobbed and moaned unabashedly, hands desperately clinging onto the headboard as he rocked his hips back onto the tentacles.

His hole was frantically fluttering around the tendrils, dripping glimmering oils onto the sheets and spilling onto his inner thighs. Azul arched his back and his eyes rolled back as he came with a gasping sob when the tentacles mercilessly rammed into his prostate.

The tentacles gently retreated back into his body, leaving him exhausted and floating in a hazy afterglow. You got up and brushed his hair out of his teary face, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You did so well, Azul, you’re so gorgeous.”

dom!gn!reader, sub!vil schöenheit, crying/dacryphilia

Vil Crying His Makeup Off

“N-no, wait, wait, please, m’ still sensi—sensitive, I can’t—haaa!” Vil let out a sweet sob as you rocked your hips despite him cumming moments before. “I’m sorry, princess, you’re just too tempting to resist,” you groaned into his neck, biting down at his pulse when he raked his perfectly manicured nails down your back.

His legs tightened around your waist in desperation for something to ground him, but it only served to drive you deeper into him. Vil writhed and wailed so beautifully, his hair fanning out and framing his face on the pillow. You leaned back from attacking his neck to get a view of your gorgeous queen, and realized he had begun to cry.

His eyes and nose were puffy and red, and shiny eyes ran hot with tears that fell through his eyeliner and mascara, tracking dark lines down his face.

The sight was ethereal.

His lipstick was smudged from your rushed making out, and the ruffled hair combined with the ruined mascara and eyeliner only made you want to wreck him more, to see how beautiful you could get him to be when he was marked as yours.

Vil pouted and sniffled as you stopped to stare, oversensitivity momentarily forgotten. “I look like shit, don’t I?” he whined, turning his face away, but you quickly put an end to that. Grabbing his jaw, you turned him back to look you straight in the eyes, and he flushed when he saw the raw desire in your gaze. “Vil. You. Look. Breathtaking.” You punctuated each sentence with a harsh thrust, causing him to cry out and more tears to fall. Good.

Vil was going to have to prepare himself for a long night; you wanted, no, needed to know just how beautiful your darling could be like this.

[spxllcxstxr]

Ask the World to Dance • J.P

(GIF not mine)

Request: hi! it’s like 1am where I live rn and I had got this idea - so many times when I can’t sleep I put music on and I basically have a party on my own. can you write an imagine or something where the reader can’t sleep and (she’s dating James but isn’t it like dating all of the marauders????) she goes quietly to their dormitory and she sees that they are just chilling, talking so they basically end up dancing etc — anon

Summary: You can’t sleep, so to burn off all your energy, you have a dance party with your boyfriend and your friends in their dorm

Warnings: unable to sleep, mention of a broken nose and kinda mention of a fight? Heavily implied Gryffindor!reader since they sleep in the same dorm as Lily and the girls, underage smoking, Wolfstar (does that need a warning?)

Word Count: 1k

A.N: this is my first piece in a long time!! So it might be.......iffy? I guess I’m still trying to get back into the swing of things. I still like it, don’t worry, it’s not complete trash lmao. Hope you enjoy!

Title: Billy Idol - Dancing with Myself

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The alarm clock on your nightstand tells you that it’s midnight, the harsh red numbers blazing in the darkness of your dorm.

But despite the time, you’re wide awake, your body refusing to stay still enough to drift off.

Marlene snores and shuffles underneath the covers to your right while Lily mumbles some incoherent nonsense on your left.

Sighing, you shift around your bed, contorting your limbs every which way in an attempt to get comfortable.

“Oh, fuck this.” You huff in frustration, giving up and sitting up on the mattress.

Obviously, you weren’t going to sleep anytime soon, at least, in your own bed. Maybe James would be able to help you.

You creep across the floorboards, carefully tiptoeing around the loose ones, knowing full well that not only is Dorcas a light sleeper, but also someone who takes her beauty sleep seriously.

You’re able to walk normally up the steps of the boys dormitories, with the amount of chatter echoing through the stone tower only confirming your suspicions that no one was asleep. It seems that this is the place to be on a Wednesday night.

The dark oak door at the very top of the stairs is covered in scorch marks, the words “The Marauders” carved messily across the top. A faint conversation drifts from the cracks.

Smiling, you trace the letters with the tips of your fingers before knocking.

“What’s the password?” Someone shouts from the other side.

Rolling your eyes, you try to think up a witty response. Coming up with nothing particularly hilarious, you settle with the first thing that comes to mind.

“Sirius Black sucks serious arse!” You call back, snickering.

Laughter erupts from behind the door from all of the boys except Sirius, who complains about your answer.

The door swings open and you step inside, revealing three boys lounging lazily near the one window.

Sirius’ dark hair pools across his boyfriend’s lap, the two of them passing a lit cigarette to each other. James sits on the other side of the window, placing his signature golden snitch on his bed before turning to beam at you.

His glasses lay crooked across the bridge of his nose and his curls poke up from his head in every which way, but he perks up at the sight of you.

“What brings you here, darling?” He asks, getting up from his seat. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, of course.”

You place a hand on his neck, just under his ear.

“Not tired.” You shrug, lips grazing over his own.

Gags sound off from the window.

“Oh, piss off.” James snorts, pulling away and leading you to his seat.

Your boyfriend throws his arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. While the whole room smells of cigarette smoke, you can smell the distinct combination of freshly cut grass and broom oil on his white shirt.

“Wait a second,” You glance around at your makeshift circle. “is Pete still in the Hospital Wing?”

“Poor bastard got his nose smashed in with a cauldron.” Remus snorts, smoke leaving his lips in dark clouds. “Poppy needed him to stay the night to regrow some of the bones that got absolutely shattered.”

You cringe, remembering the loud crack that bounced off the walls of the Dungeons only just hours earlier. Poor kid almost couldn’t keep it together, not that you blame him.

The conversation lulls slightly, Sirius mostly dominating it with his insane plans to buy a Muggle motorcycle over the summer holiday without the Potters knowing. You snuggle closer to James, still wide awake.

“Still not tired?” He asks, lips gently placed on the top of your head.

“It feels like I’ll never fall asleep again.” You groan, the heel of your foot tapping against the floor serving as evidence to your predicament.

“Well there’s your problem.” Sirius exclaims, languidly pointing the cigarette between his painted fingers at your foot. “You’ve got too much energy.”

“Which is completely mental considering we had Potions and History of Magic today.” James continues. “The second Binns opens his mouth, I’m down for the count.”

“And that’s why you ask me and Remus for the notes—“

“Darling, when the hell am I going to use the story of Emeric the Evil in the real world?” James chuckles, raising one of his eyebrows at you.

“That’s not the point, Jamie—“ You argue.

“When did we get on a such a boring topic?” Sirius pretends to yawn. “I thought we were going to devise a plan to get rid of (Y/n)’s obscene amount of energy.”

“I guess we’ll just have to tire you out.” James teases, poking your side.

“Some music might do the trick.” Remus offers, snubbing out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray before striding towards the record player on the other side of the room.

“Yes!” James grins. “Play something we can dance to!”

You don’t know what Remus ends up putting on, but whatever it is, it certainly works.

As guitars and drums pound throughout the room, James takes your hands into his own and pulls you to the center.

You giggle and he spins you, socks gliding on top of the hardwood, making it easier to dance. Remus and Sirius mirror your movements closer to the window.

Hair flies in front of your faces and boisterous laughter bubbles out of each of you. Connected hands flail around, as you and James twist haphazardly.

One song turns into two, turns into a dozen more, but eventually you’re sprawled out on James’ Gryffindor blanket, forehead dotted with sweat and eyelids drooping uncontrollably.

You don’t bother looking at the clock next to you as James lays down on top of the covers with you.

The record player scratches to a halt and Sirius trots his way over to Remus, sleeping peacefully in his own bed.

“I guess it worked.” James whispers, pressing his chest against your back.

“It seems so, love.” You yawn into his plush pillow.

Your boyfriend presses his lips to the back of your neck, before you find yourself drifting off, dreams of dancing with him whirling in your mind.

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All Character Taglist: @sexysirius @amourtentiaa @cherie-draco @mullthingsoverinthehotwater @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts

James Potter Taglist: @natasharomanovf

[laurfilijames]

Not That Exhausted- a continuation

18+, rated E.

Pairing: Fili x female reader

Summary: I have nothing to say other than this is pure adulterous filth. This was very self-indulgent and is just straight up p*rn without plot, okay?

This is a continuation of Not That Exhausted, where you were helping Fili relax after a long day but things quickly change.

Warnings: Smut. NSFW. Oral sex (male and female receiving), male masturbation, M/F intercourse. The reader and Fili are in love so fluff right?

Words: 2840

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Just like that, Fili had renewed energy that made his earlier fatigue seem like a farce.

Perhaps he had been exaggerating his exhaustion as a way to get you to this moment. The moment in which his lips were attacking your neck and jawline and making you squirm beneath his body, his hands slowly trailing up your bare thighs, your hips, your waist...

Your eyes flashed open when you felt him cease his exploration, seeing his blue orbs burn into you and a grin that pulled out his dimples on both sides of his gorgeous face.

Mahal, how did you ever get so lucky?

“Why did you stop, Fili? Are you tired again?” you asked teasingly.

“Oh no, my love. I’m definitely not tired.” His eyes flickered over your naked body, and his voice was huskier when he next spoke. “I’m just admiring the view.”

You bit your lip, basking in the joy of knowing how much your husband worshiped you.

“Roll over,” he demanded in a low voice that made you shiver with anticipation.

You easily complied, rolling onto your stomach and grinning into the pillow, excitement taking over as you imagined all the possibilities of what Fili could do to you.

“I was meant to be pleasing you, Fili,” you reminded him, feeling slightly guilty that you were now the one being tended to.

“This is pleasing me, Amrâlimê,” he hummed from behind you, rubbing his hard cock against the curve of your bottom to let you know that it was indeed pleasing him.

You could feel his throbbing appendage bounce against your flesh as he shifted around, reaching for something on the bedside table from what you could tell.

Visualizing the swollen tip already oozing, bobbing up and down as he moved stirred up an animalistic and desperate feeling in you, adding to the pulsing arousal between your thighs.

Then you felt his large hands sprawl out over your back and an appreciative moan escaped your lips.

Fili worked the oil you had used earlier on him into your skin, softening the feel of the rough calluses on his palms. He knew exactly where to rub you and just how much pressure to apply to have whimpers and moans spilling from you freely.

Then he got distracted.

His hands strayed from your back and shoulders, roaming everywhere on your body from your bum to your inner thighs, his lips joining in on his ministrations.

“Fili…” you called out, completely lost in the haze of his selfless pursuit to drown you in ecstasy.

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked softly beside your ear, his breath sending goosebumps over your flushed skin.

You made an attempt to roll over so you could see him, touch him, return every ounce of pleasure he was providing you, but he stopped you, grasping both your wrists and planting them up over your head.

“Don’t move, I’m not done with you yet,” he tutted, trailing the backs of his fingers down your arm and side, making you shiver.

He removed his body from yours completely and you instantly felt devoid, the loss tempting you to beg for him to touch you again. Just as you were about to complain, your wishes were granted, feeling his hot lips press against your calf, starting a slow trail of wet kisses all the way up the back of your legs, alternating from one to the other.

Your body inadvertently shuddered, an automatic response to his attention.

Fili continued his path, the sensation of his wet lips followed by the cold of his moustache beads sending you into a frenzy, but you kept your earlier promise and remained still, eager to see where he would go next. His weight shifted the mattress around you as he crawled up your figure, one hand on either side of you, his mouth never once leaving your skin.

You felt his tongue make an appearance every so often, licking and tasting you between slow kisses and stoking the fire that burned within you.

This was torture. But a torture you would repeatedly allow yourself to endure if presented the opportunity.

As Fili’s route progressed north, you could feel his cock nudging against your cheeks, eager to separate you at your core. His lips were still pressed into you, now traveling over the peaks and valleys of your back and shoulders.

Fili pushed his hips against you firmly, requesting access to your aching heat and you obeyed, shifting your legs apart without hesitation.

He thrusted against you a few times, but never broke through your entrance, making you all the more desperate for him to do so.

You could tell Fili was undecided with what he wanted to do next, sensing his impatience in wanting to indulge in all of you at once. Loud and heaving breaths left his body, a tell to just how hungry he was for you.

“Turn around, Y/N,” he requested in almost a growl, his voice sending another wave of arousal through you.

He wasted no time in consuming your mouth once you flipped over onto your back, swallowing your noises of surprise at how hurriedly he attached himself to you.

Your body reacted to his cock pressing against your swollen bud, your back arching to try and create more contact, needing to be as close to his chiseled form as possible. His beard scratched against your chin and cheeks as you lost yourselves in each other, your tongues colliding fervently.

And then his hands. Oh his hands.

Moving desperately over you, they kneaded the flesh on your hips and breasts, squeezing and perfectly rough, possibly leaving marks on you. Another way to claim you as his One in addition to the braids in your hair and love in his heart.

His mouth moved down along the column of your neck, fully aware that it would help send you to the edge. He sucked and licked your ticklish skin, causing you to grasp and claw at his back, staking your own claim on his flesh.

A swirl against your nipple with his tongue made you tremble and cry out. Your eyes closed and you allowed your other senses to bask in this glory, this unrelenting passion that was his and yours and no one else’s.

You wanted him to plunge inside you more than anything, ready for him to fill you with himself and chase your highs together, but Fili had other plans.

His lips ventured south, exploring what seemed to be every inch of your skin with his mouth. Wet spots were left in his wake as his mouth watered, bringing himself closer to your soaking core and the place he longed to taste the most.

Your moans filled the air of your quiet chambers as he made contact with your folds, spreading you apart with his tongue and lapping at the arousal he had caused. He hummed in satisfaction, savouring your taste. You opened your eyes, needing to see how glorious he looked while indulging on you, your desire spiking as you watched him take his length in his hand and began pumping it.

It didn’t take long for both of you to reach the edge. Fili had you writhing around his mouth, ready to tip over at any moment, and the way he was moving against you along with the erratic strokes he was giving himself was enough to prove that he was ready to fall too.

But Fili didn’t want to yet.

You watched him release himself from his tight grip, his member now looking even more engorged than before, making you desperate to touch him.

You tugged on the marital braid you had placed in his hair that morning, perhaps a little rougher than you meant to, cuing your husband to come closer to you.

The smile he flashed you showed he didn’t necessarily mind his hair being pulled, which only increased your lust for him.

His eyes were dark and stormy as he crawled his way back to you, wiping the remnants of you from his beard with his hand.

As soon as he was close enough, you reached for his cock, smearing more of the precum that had appeared over the head and eliciting a hiss from him.

Fili looked at you like he was about to devour you, like he was about to unleash a level of pleasure you didn’t yet know existed, even though it was like this every time he made love to you.

Being with Fili, loving him, being his One, were all things you could never tire of. Each moment you were blessed to share with him was more exquisite than the last, and this was no exception.

You sat up to meet his face, carding your hands through his hair and tasting yourself on his lips, the feel of your fingers against his scalp making Fili purr.

“Lay down, Fili,” you requested, desperate to return the favour and take him in your mouth.

He didn’t say anything as he lay himself into the plushy furs scattered across your bed, choosing to communicate his eagerness with a searing stare, his eyes never leaving yours once. Gods, how you loved when he looked at you that way.

Positioning yourself over his legs, you brought your head down to press your lips on his slick skin, starting at his abdomen and kissing your way through his downy, blond hair. When you reached the area below his belly button, you couldn’t help but smile having made Fili chuckle, lingering at his most ticklish spot.

“Mmm, Y/N!” his laughter continued, quickly changing to a groan as your hands splayed out over his vast thighs, your mouth dangerously close to his throbbing shaft. It twitched from the proximity of your lips, tapping your cheek gently while you continued planting your lips everywhere else other than there.

Fili’s hands clawed at the furs beside him, a way to cope with your endless teasing.

Finally your lips rested against his velvety crown before very slowly lowering your head, encasing him completely in your hot mouth. The corners of your lips quirked upwards as you listened to him curse and grunt, his belly rising and falling with quick breaths.

Time ceased to exist as you worked your mouth tirelessly on your husband, your tongue swirling and sucking, pushing him even deeper into your throat. There were few things you enjoyed more than this, tasting the saltiness of him as you bobbed up and down on his impressive size, hearing him praise you from where he comfortably lay.

You released him with a pop, lowering yourself more in order to gain access to his taught sack. You pulled one of his balls into your mouth as your hand gripped his cock, pumping him rhythmically as you rolled your tongue around his flesh.

Fili couldn’t take much more. His breathing was ragged and his body involuntarily twitching, signalling how close he was to coming undone.

You didn’t care how he came, or even if you did for that matter, you just wanted him to feel as good as possible, however that was. You were always willing to do whatever he wanted.

And what he wanted now was to be inside you.

“Y/N,” he called with a growl. You stopped what you were doing and looked up at him through your eyelashes, the sight obviously working him up even more because he clenched his teeth hard, causing his dimples to flinch in his cheeks.

“Yes, Fili?” you asked in a sultry voice.

He couldn’t even speak, he just nodded his head to the side, beckoning for you to come up to him. You smiled as you crawled up his form, stopping to hover your fluttering core over his pulsing cock.

That was when the wild ferocity of the lion made its appearance.

Fili adjusted his hips ever so slightly and impaled you, pushing into you to your deepest part, not bothering to let you get used to his size. He knew you were more than ready to take him to the hilt, your body having prepared itself almost too well, your arousal dripping onto him just moments before.

A guttural cry left you as your body finally relaxed around him, relishing in the intense sensation of him stretching you. Fili remained still until you opened your eyes, giving you one last moment of reprieve before his ruthless efforts began.

The pace he set was unwavering, bringing you to your peak so quickly you felt dizzy. The strength he possessed always amazed you. Even from under you he managed to pound into you with such force, the crown of his cock assaulting your deepest spot in the most perfect way. Everything felt blurry yet awakened, and both of you could sense that you were about to come apart. Fili knew your body so well, knew every movement and sign that gave away you were near your climax and it spurred him on even more to help you reach your peak.

It was difficult to tell where his hands were on you, your bodies were a mess of tangled limbs and every bit of contact from him was charged and all consuming.

That familiar tingling sensation came flooding in as your orgasm ripped through you, heat crawling up from low in your core, Fili still tenaciously thrusting inside you while your walls strangled him furiously. Screams of unbounded ecstasy added to the sounds of your combined panting as your climax took control over your body, causing you to shudder and quake around him.

Managing to somehow open your eyes as you rode out your high, you looked upon the magnificent sight that was your husband beneath you. His hair was a mess of blond waves spilled over the pillows and beads of sweat decorated his face that was scrunched up in the effort of providing you with the utmost pleasure.

You smiled at Fili, knowing his only intention was to always selflessly fulfill your greatest desires. Now it was time to return the favour.

You took control of the tempo by rolling your hips slowly against him, basking in the shockwaves that were still rippling through you and how sensitive you now were.

You didn’t think it could be possible, but somehow everything felt even better. You could feel every detail of Fili inside you, every pulsing vein on his thick girth rubbing exquisitely against your walls. The more you moved with him, the more you were being brought to the edge again, but you were determined to ignore it and instead bring Fili to his own release.

It was easy to tell he was close with the way he was looking at you and his desperation to try to touch all of you at once, all decorated by feral grunts passing through his parted lips.

Excitement fluttered through you and you increased your speed as you imagined the sensation of him spilling inside you, making you all the more eager to get him there.

Fili’s ferocity unleashed itself with such vigor as he worked to match your motions, the wooden headboard attached to your bed banging crudely against the stone wall, threatening to break.

You willed yourself not to falter so your One could reach his high, but it was no use. You detonated around him for a second time, singing his name repeatedly in worship for making you come so intensely.

Still, you somehow continued your pursuit, your body now acting on its own accord and pushing Fili over the edge with you. He pumped against you wildly, managing to proceed thrusting up into you despite how tightly you were clamped around him.

Fili came with a rough twitch, your name escaping his lips in a strangled growl as he filled you with his thick seed, his spendings coating your tingling walls.

Folding over his torso, you placed unhurried kisses over Fili’s neck and face, his skin searing against your lips. His belly rose and fell heavily beneath you as he chased his breath through panting inhales, the sated look on his face revealing his indulgence in the intense pleasure that only you could provide.

He collected you in his arms and you tucked yourself comfortably at his side, resting your head against his heaving chest. His contented breathing along with the designs he was drawing on your shoulder with his fingers started to lull you to sleep, but your eyes opened when you heard him speak softly.

“I love you, Y/N,”

Fili placed a kiss on the top of your head and you smiled against the curls on his broad chest, thinking how he deserved to revel in this comfortable feeling forever.

“I love you too, Fili,” you replied, closing your eyes again and pressing yourself even closer to his body, if that was possible.

“I am exhausted now, though,” Fili admitted and you both couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sleep, Fili,” you gently ordered, feeling his hum of agreement rumble through him.

[ghost-party]

Ooh my ! I just saw your prompt event and ow I need fluff in my life rn, could you do Gojo with prompt 4 and/or 23 ? In need of hugs hehe ❤❤

Love ya

Let’s do both! You’re gonna get all the hugs. ❤️ Sending you lots of love, too!

A/N: I want to credit @darkcloakedinfinitevoid for Gojo calling the reader “pumpkin.” I first read that in one of Lauren’s fics, and now it’s forever canon in my head!

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Gojo + “a hug after not seeing someone for a long time” + “a hug that some might consider as ~too long~”

When you walk into the baggage claim area, feeling like a zombie after what might have been the longest flight of your life, you immediately spot Gojo.

Really, it’s impossible not to spot Gojo, what with how tall he is, the blindfold he’s wearing, and the huge cardboard sign he’s waving around — your name, surrounded by glittery hearts, tiny cartoon drawings of himself, and... peach emojis?

Noticing your bag on the conveyor belt, you grab it, extend the handle, and drag it behind you, feeling every mile of travel all the way down to your bones. What you need is a long nap in a quiet, dark room. But you have a feeling Gojo has other plans...

“Welcome hooome!” 

It’s different, hearing his voice in person. Even though you both talked on the phone almost every day, it just wasn’t the same.

You smile wearily. “Thanks, Sato—”

Mid-sentence, you find yourself swept up in his arms, the air squeezed from your lungs, your feet no longer touching the ground. Your face is pressed firmly into the front of his jacket. He smells faintly of cologne — something musky yet sweet — and the outdoors and the lingering, sugary remnants of what you suspect was a cinnamon roll.

“I missed you,” he says, and you can feel his words rumble through his chest.

“Me too,” you manage, twisting your head enough to look up at him. “But can you... uh, put me down?”

“Nope.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep. You’ve been gone for two months. I deserve this hug.”

You can’t help but laugh at his petulant tone. “But we FaceTimed a ton, and —”

He tsks at you with an air of disappointment. “That’s not the same and you know it.” Somehow, his arms tighten even further, and you can feel his nose press against your hair. He’s always liked the scent of your shampoo.

“Did you make the sign yourself?” You’re resigned to being trapped in this hug for the foreseeable future.

“Of course I did. Well, Yuuji helped. And Nobara gave me the glitter.”

“That sounds about right.”

After one final squeeze, Gojo finally puts you down. But the thought of not touching you at all doesn’t seem to sit well with him. He quickly grabs your hand and offers to carry your suitcase.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” As you slide into the backseat of the car, where Ijichi has been patiently waiting, you try to push your exhaustion to the back of your mind. You’re here, with your boyfriend, and no matter what excitement awaits you — a street food festival, all-night karaoke, roller skating (he’s surprisingly agile on wheels) — you’ll enjoy it. Because he’s sitting beside you, chattering away, his shoulder warm and firm beneath your cheek, and you’re no longer thousands of miles away.

You’re surprised, however, when you both end up at your apartment.

“But you said —”

“Surprise!” He uses his key and unlocks the door, ushering you inside. “I’ve already ordered dinner — your favorite. It should be here soon-ish. I’ll run a bath for you. Don’t worry, I noticed you were running low on that bubbly stuff you like, so I bought more.” He ticks each thing off on his fingers. “Oh! And your cozy pajamas are on the bed. I also bought —” he waggles his eyebrows “— massage oil, because I know you get tense on planes. But that can wait until later, if you’re too —”

You quickly learned that one of the only ways to make Gojo shut up is to kiss him. So you grab the front of his jacket, pull him down to your level, and press your lips to his, slowly sliding your arms around his neck.

When you pull away, you see that he’s tugged his blindfold up. He looks dazed and happy, his bluer-than-blue eyes roving over your face, like he can’t believe you’re actually here.

“Welcome home, pumpkin,” he says softly.

[shorkbrian]

Sore

I am in a lot of pain rn (my back is like a stale piece of uncooked spaghetti lol) and I am thinking about my beautiful himbo Kirishima.

Like he probably went too rough on you last night, had you in some crazy position that strained your back. Now you’re sore and it hurts and he gave you ibuprofen this morning to help but it doesn’t work, never seems to.

So you’re lying in bed, on the verge of tears while you try to distract yourself from something, anything other than the sickeningly painful pressure that winds in your back, making you ache and hurt and suffer.

Kirishima comes in, sees how your face is all pinched as you slowly try to stretch to the side, making room for him on the bed so he won’t have to touch you, so you won’t have to feel your kidnapper brush against you as he settles down. He feels a bit bad for going so hard, he knows he can get carried away sometimes and he had been really worked up last night.

He leaves the bedroom without a word, and when he returns, he has a jar of coconut oil in his hands. He tells you to roll over and lay on your tummy, asking gently. His eyes harden when you shake your head, refusing. Kirishima asks again, more forceful this time with an unspoken threat hanging in the air, and you fight not to cry as you stiffly maneuver onto your stomach.

The bed dips as he kneels onto it, crawls over to you. You reach up to clutch at a pillow, wincing at how the movement makes your back spasm, but you need something to hold onto; something to ground yourself as the monster of a man has his way with you.

He rucks up your shirt, pushing it to your shoulders to reveal your back. Leaves a soft kiss on one of your shoulder blades before you hear the sound of the jar of oil being unscrewed. You’re expecting him to use it to lube you up, make you wet and messy for him just the way he likes before he fucks you through the pain.

To your surprise, his warm hands descend upon your back, instead of pulling down your bottoms like you had thought he would. You’re somewhat grateful for his slow pace - you’re so sore and in pain from your tight muscles that you aren’t sure you could take anything else.

Slick hands rub soft circles into your skin, slowly spreading the oil over your back, smoothing up, then down. There’s no pressure being applied, no force behind his hands but you’re already uncomfortable - you’re so sensitive and sore even his gentle touches are uncomfortable.

Those gigantic hands are skilled at manipulating your body, pushing and pressing and kneading at the muscles in your back. It hurts, enough to make tears spring to your eyes, but it’s cathartic. You know he’s taking care of you, feel a little twinge of amiability towards him, but you quickly squash that down. If he hadn’t kidnapped you, forced you into his house, fucked you until you passed out - you wouldn’t be dealing with this problem.

One spot is particularly painful, underneath your left shoulder blade, close to your spine. When his fingers brush over it you cry out, and you sound so pathetic and small, even to your own ears. Kirishima pauses, before moving to that spot again, dragging his knuckles over it, making you squirm.

When he digs into it, you choke on air, legs kicking out because it hurts, so so bad. You can barely get out the words to ask him to stop, please, no more, but Kiri persists, slowly shushing you, petting your lower back with his other hand.

You bury your face in the pillow clutched in your arms, sobbing pitifully, unable to do anything about the torture the man is putting you through.

And then it releases.

Not Kirishima’s hand, but your muscle. It still hurts, a bit sore and tender, but it’s no longer the overwhelming pain it had been. Kiri must have felt the muscle loosen under his hands, and slowly moves to work on other parts of your back, silently working.

At some point, the big man starts humming softly, his touch no longer searing, your muscles accepting the pressure he puts on them to get them to loosen up. It hurts a bit, but you’ve felt worse (you literally had felt worse, like, two minutes ago when it felt like he was stabbing a blunt spear through your back).

As his touch softens, falls back into a more gentle rhythm, your mind drifts.

You fall asleep to the sound of his humming, his hands rubbing your back, easing the physical pain he had caused.

If only there was some way for you to ease the emotional pain he had caused

[steponmepinkjun]

I know we've never talked but I was scrolling through your blog and saw a post that reminded of how the song The Night We Met by Lord Huron makes me think of Asra after MC's death and I literally can't listen to that song without crying anymore. I've been avoiding that fucking song like the plague for so long bc it always makes me cry so hard I nearly drown in my own tears. Every. Single. Time. And I just can't. I'm not strong enough. Just hearing the song in my head rn makes me want to cry,,,,

I actually have a whole playlist of songs that make me sad and, like, more than half of them are songs that just remind me of Asra after MC's death. Those are always the worst. The other ones I can actually listen to without crying if I'm not already sad but the ones that make me think of Asra... hoo-boy!

Anyway, I just wanted to share this with someone, idk. Feel free to ignore this lmao.

Oh you want BIG ASRA SAD SONGS? OH I'LL GIVE YOU SAD, BABEY. BUCKLE UP MY SWEET.

I'mma give you a journey, okay? A timeline. Trust me on this, I'll guide you through the hurt right on to the sunshine again. Set you up reeeeal good for that sweet sweet heartbreaking angsty shit and then follow through with some soft, gentle healing. So first imma need you to listen to "Home" by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros and think of it as Asra and MC's dynamic prior to their death, traveling together, utterly comfortable and devoted to each other, reveling in the beauty of the world next to their best friend, the love of their life. Then imma need you to listen to "You Belong to Me" by Santo & Johnny and imagine Asra and mc slow dancing in the moonlight during their summer in Nopal before the plague. Arm in arm, content with the silence and the intimacy and wondering how life could possibly get better than this. And "Overtime" by Lucinda Williams when you imagine their lazy mornings together, feeling warmer than the sun in each other's arms. After that, put on "Still" by Daughter and think of the unbearable silence of the shop after MC's death. The way Asra would slowly slip further and further into the depths of the grief he was fighting. "Please Don't Go" by Barcelona when you imagine him waking in the morning, reaching to their side of the bed, expecting them to be there, before his conscious mind reminds him of the awful truth. "Sea of Love" by Cat Power when you picture the moment of their resurrection, how he must have held them so desperately, weeping over the feeling of them in his arms once again, and the confusion on their face, in equal measure. The violent, wracking sobs that would move the apprentice to silent tears for reasons they couldn't understand. "Fever Dream" by Iron & Wine when you picture the way Asra tirelessly cared for them, fed them, bathed them, rubbed coconut oil on their skin in the evenings and kissed their forehead each morning, every day, day after day, even though they couldn't get speak. "Beach Baby" by Bon Iver when you're ready to picture the way, after their first words, or the first time they reached for him after a nightmare, or the first time they laughed, truly laughed, since their return, and how Asra would smile at them so tenderly and then steal away, out of sight, to cry for their suffering, their confusion, the guilt that wracked him wondering if he'd done the right thing, the regret and the loss and the knowledge of all the memories from their Before that they'd never share again. "Wish That You Were Here" by Florence + The Machine when he misses their old self, but more than anything wishes that they could have all they've lost once again—and realizes he's falling in love with them all over again, for both the same and also entirely different reasons. "Angels" by The XX the first time they look at him with the same tenderness they did before. And, finally, "Love Song" by Lana del Rey when he's laying in bed the night after their first kiss, too overwhelmed with emotion to sleep, overcome with the possibilities and the grief for the past but most of all the all-consuming, weighty, impossible chance that his once in a lifetime love... has returned to him.