#so he tries so hard to keep his feelings and he knows its impossible. crazy even to love someone that's transcendental

[cravingforsweetsbooksandpurpose]

Currently thinking of an Angel AU where Sanji is one of Cupid's angels for the past 800 years. He makes people fall in love. And for angels of love to ascend, reincarnate or reborn they're given specific clients that he needs to fall in love.

But he has a problem. A mold problem. He only has one client left that he needs to fall in love. And it's the lone wandering swordsman with an odd memorable green hair. And no matter what Sanji does. No matter who he matches the swordsman with as every new lifetime pass, the man just never falls.

And so, as Sanji begrudgingly stands on the swordsman's grave alone, he swore that on the man's next life (11th) he will make him fall in love by hook or by crook.

[feralgirlfeelings]

wine drunk sex with miguel (//▽//)

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem!reader

tags: oneshot, smut, afab anatomy, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, clit stimulation, drunk sex, established relationship, riding, deep sex, little bit of breeding

word count: 1592

minors DNI!

you swirl around what was left in your wine glass, before sipping down the last of it. at this point, it doesn't even taste good. it's room temperature and stings as it makes its way down your throat.

you and your husband, miguel, decided to have some wine with dinner. which turned into just drinking wine and chatting on the couch. in the span of a few hours, the two of you had managed to finish two bottles of wine. despite the fact that he drank the majority of it, you felt a warm haziness. you were definitely tipsy. maybe a little drunk.

there's something about being wine drunk in particular that comes with a deep lust that was impossible to ignore. your attention begins to drift away from the conversation, and suddenly you find yourself looking your husband up and down through lidded eyes. fuck, he looks good.

he catches your glance, "what are you thinking about?" he asks amusingly. miguel always tried to hide it when he got tipsy, but you could tell from the slight rosy tint against his tan skin that he was feeling it too.

"hmm, nothing," you smile coyly. "just about how hot you look right now."

he raises his eyebrows before letting out a chuckle. it’s cute when you get bold. he leans over, his tall figure overwhelming yours. one hand makes its way to your waist, while the other to the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss.

you clumsily reciprocate. his lips feel full, soft, and familiar. he slides his tongue into your mouth and you try to keep up, messily swirling your tongue around his. you let the kiss engulf you into an intoxicating bliss.

you pull away, just to catch your breath. he takes the opportunity to shift his hands downward from your waist. his grip tightens at your hips as he lifts you off of the couch and into his lap. you're now straddling him, immediately feeling his hard bulge that was now pressing into you.

he brings you back into the kiss, grinding his clothed dick into you. he brushes against your clit, making your head pound and your cunt throb. you roll your hips, matching his rhythm. your pussy starts to weep from the stimulation.

his sharp fangs grazes against your bottom lip before gently biting down, careful not to break skin. “you drive me fucking crazy, mi vida,” he slurs. you still smell the alcohol in his breath. he buries his head into your neck, breathing you in. his hands roam around your body, determined to explore every nook and cranny. "i can't help myself around you."

“i want you inside of me,” you purr into his ear, "let me ride you." he shutters at your words.

"right here?" he asks, glancing at the couch. you nod in response. he chuckles, "mi chica sucia."

he immediately takes off his shirt. you take a second to admire his warm, tan skin, his big, burly arms, and his happy trail that lead to the base of his cock underneath his pants. "don't gawk too much," he teases. your face flushes in response and you reach to unbutton his pants.

he lifts you off of him just for a second to slide his pants and boxers down, before undressing you. his hands move in a frenzy, desperate for access to your bare skin.

with you now naked on top of him, his hands makes its way to your bare ass, he squeezes hard and kneads the soft flesh in his hands. he reaches further downwards towards your cunt, his fingers spreading your folds and soaking in your slick. "fuck, you're so wet for me."

he teases you, fingers circling around your clit, knowing just how desperate you were for him. you give him a look that begged him to give you what you needed. he gives in, rubbing that sensitive sweet spot. you let out a whimper as you feel a jolt of pleasure.

you furrow your brows in concentration, focusing on the pleasure that was throbbing in your lower stomach. "m-miguel," you moan.

he takes a second to admire the view, you wrapped around him and moaning his name. your strained face was absolutely adorable, and knowing that he was making you feel that good just turned him on even more.

he chased your release, moving at a faster pace. the stimulation overwhelms you, sending you off the edge and the tension in your stomach bursts. you're hit with wave after wave of pleasure. it's so overwhelming your silent for a second, before letting out of a loud groan. he continues moving his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm.

he lets you catch your breath after your high dies down. noticing that his fingers are covered in your slick, he brings his hand to his face and sucks your wetness off of his fingers. he kisses you afterwards, "you taste so good, mi vida."

despite your orgasm, you're desperate for more. you give his cock a few strokes before running the tip up and down your cunt, separating the folds. "don't tease me," he groans.

you line him up to your hole before slowly sinking down onto him. you struggle to take in all his girth, his thick cock stretching you out. you get half of his length inside of you, pausing to get used to the feeling of being stuffed.

after the dull ache of being stretched subsides, you continue to sit further down onto his dick until you're sat fully in his lap. both of you shutter as his dick reaches the hilt. you feel your walls clench tightly around him.

you start to move up and down slowly, his dick pumping in and out of you. you quietly moan his name as you feel a fluttering in your lower stomach.

"fuuuck, you so tight," he drags out. his eyes are closed and he furrows his brows in concentration, as you bounce on his dick. you see one side of his fangs as he bites his bottom lip.

your eyes roll back at the mind-numbing feeling of his cock bullying it’s way into your pussy, hitting your cervix over and over again. you start to feel another orgasm start to build in your lower stomach.

miguel pulls you into a messy kiss as you continue to ride him, tongues colliding and swirling inside of each other’s mouths in an attempt to take in as much of the other as possible. he then firmly grips onto your hips and slams your hips down, while thrusting his hips up into you. you're so pathetically overwhelmed by the feeling of his dick being shoved into the deepest parts inside of you that you can't even choke out a moan.

he continues to fuck you stupid from underneath and you're happy to let him do all the work. his cock easily slides in and out of you, his entire shaft coated in your cream.

his head was still cloudy from the wine and from how fucking good you felt, all he could think about was how much he wanted to stuff you full of his cum. he pounds into you mercilessly and the couch creaks with every thrust from the sheer force of his movements.

"i'm so close, mig," you whine. he’s driven by an uncontrollable desire to get you off, to feel your cunt squeeze around his dick. "you gonna cum on my cock, pretty girl?" he teases, before picking up the pace and digging his fangs into your neck.

you cry out, voice breaking as you reach your peak. waves of intense, throbbing pleasure crash into you. he keeps fucking you, cussing as your walls clench around him, becoming impossibly tight. it takes everything in him to not cum right then and there.

you come down from your high, but he doesn't let up. you shutter on his cock from the sensitivity. "i'm gonna fill you up," he pants, "you want that, pretty girl?" you can barely comprehend what he's saying in your fucked out state, but you manage to let out a moan while nodding your head. he wraps his thick arms around you, as he ruts into you like a fuck doll.

his rhythm gets sloppy as he approaches his orgasm, before letting out a load groan and slamming his hips against your ass with unbelievable force. he holds you in place as he spills his hot, thick load into you, filling you to the brim. your pussy starts leaking his creamy seed from the sheer volume inside of you. "fucking take it," he sighs, slowly thrusting and digging his cock even further, determined to fuck all his cum into you.

he stops after his high comes down, but keeps you plugged up with his cock. you’re both panting and exhausted. your body goes limp and you collapse against his chest, your head still pounding from adrenaline.

he lifts your hips up off of him and his seed flows out of you. he gently lays you onto the couch and the second he lays your head down, your eyelids start to feel heavy. he quickly grabs some tissues to clean both of you up.

after cleaning up, he grabs some blankets and joins you on the couch. he kisses you on your forehead and tells you how good you were, holding you close.

as you drift asleep, you think to yourself, “fuck i’m gonna have the worst headache.”

this is the tweet that inspired this LMAO

[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Familiar Faces

Tech x Reader

Summary- Techs death was not a reality you were ready for, you relied so much on his love. After months of grief, you find he might not actually be dead.

A/N- SPOILERS FOR TBB SEASON 3 EP 7. I know nothing is confirmed about Tech, but watching this newest episode has got my brain working overtime with fic ideas!

Word Count- 2,708

The cart creaked across the rail line, sending shivers down your spine. There wasn't much keeping all of you up. Inches from falling thousands of feet to your death. The clouds didn't help either, you couldn't see anything.

You fired away, missing most of the time. Everything was happening so fast. A mission gone wrong. Your thoughts were stopped by Hunter's yelling.

"Three ships inbound!" He informs, even when you saw nothing in the sky- you trusted him. He knew better than any of you.

Shortly you heard them coming, the roar of the engines were loud. Soon followed by it's blaster's shaking the cart.

"Tech we need power!" Hunter commands. You work on pure adrenaline and fire at the ships closing in.

One of them is shot down, but not before it knocks out one of the support hooks. You feel the ground shift down, leaning.

Like a breath of fresh air, you hear Tech's voice. Him yelling back "Echo, Now!" was enough to calm you.

"We're online!" Echo retorts. You can't help your grin rising. Finally, things were looking up.

Though, you didn't need Hunter to tell you three more ships were headed your way.

"Tech, hurry." You called out.

You and Omega blasted at one of the new ships, effectively destroying its wing. It crashed down in a black smoke.

From this black smoke a fourth ship came. It was too quick- it shot at Tech, who was still running towards you. He gave a yelp as he fell off the support beam.

Your eyes widened as you gasped, body craning to try and see him. He had a hard landing, but was standing to his feet on the falling compartment of the cart.

It rumbled and shook, about to crash down.

You ran to the back of the cart, trying to get closer. "Tech!" You watched in horror as he tripped back with the rest of the detached pieces.

His grappling hook barely caught onto a stray metal piece. His body bounced back at the tension. "Don't move! I'll pull you up." You tried to reach his line, but it seemed impossible without everyone toppling over into the abyss.

"I-I can't reach!" You called over comms.

"I will climb up, do not risk falling over." You nodded at this, forgetting he couldn't see you. He was more worried for you than himself.

"Come on Tech, hurry!" Wrecker booms, coming over to see what the status was.

You could feel Tech roll his eyes, "I am climbing as fast as I can!"

His grunts break your heart, he panted as he tried to pull himself up. Storm troopers still fired all around you. One of the blast forcing Tech to fall even further.

"Tech!" This time it came from Omega. Your heart was beating too fast to think and speak. You were so worried.

"Why aren't we moving?" Hunter asks Echo. "The cart is being ripped from the back."

The very cart Tech was holding on to for dear life.

You frantically looked to Hunter. "Wrecker, get him on board!" He instructs.

"No, you're too big." You push past Wrecker to take a step on the falling cart.

It creaked loudly, almost giving out. "NO! Don't!" Tech yells up at you. Your eyes connect through the ripped metal. "Any shift in weight could send both of these carts over."

Incoming ships shoot at Techs line, he dropped down again.

"You must sever the connection hinge. Now!" Tech says.

Your face falls. "Are you crazy! No, you'll go over!" Tears welled up in your eyes. There had to be another way.

Another creak and shift. You were almost thrown over by the rocking.

Tech gave out a heavy sigh. This time he spoke gentle, saying your name. "There is no time..."

"Tech, please no!" You begged. He pulled out his blaster, not looking away from you. He was going to sever the connection himself.

"No!" You screamed, desperate. Your tears were falling faster than ever.

"Plan 99... I love you" He started. With a deep breath you yelled, "Don't you dare!"

"You can't! Please!" You sobbed, still trying to get closer. You heard Wrecker straining behind you, he was trying to hold the falling cart up.

"When have we ever followed orders?"

A shot rang out, he fell.

A piercing scream erupted. You almost didn't recognize that it was your own.

Your instincts kicked in and you tried to leap down, like you could still save him somehow. Wrecker was too fast and caught you, his arm throwing you back into the safe cart.

"No, NO let me go!" You tried to fight off Wrecker, but he was far too strong. He pinned you down easily.

You were hysterical, arms wailing at anyone who kept you from jumping after him. Later, when you were thinking straight- you'd thank them.

"He's gone, he's gone!" You sobbed out, devastated. Your screams filled the air, shocking a few storm troopers close by.

Echo wired the cart to start moving and get everybody to safety.

That was months ago. Just the thought could bring you to tears. You had lost everything you felt the reason to live for. He was your everything. His incompetence for social queues, his punctual speech, his stupidly intelligent brain. All of it was yours, and now it was all gone.

A deep depression fell over you, the only thing driving you was Hunter and Wrecker. They inspired you how hard they fought for Omega. It warmed your heart in your worst times.

It hurt immensely when you heard his name, but it got easier to get out of bed. It got easier to smile again.

Eventually, you reconnected with Omega and started defending Crosshair. Something that was typically Tech's job... You knew you had to take on more responsibilities and make up for the time you were down.

You constantly wondered if Tech would be proud of you.

You and the rest of The Batch found yourselves helping Rex, then... escaping with Rex. An enemy assassin leading the Empire to us.

The nine of you hurried down a secret passage way, to a leach vessel.

The soft clicks of the steps soothed you in some wicked way, even when everyone was running for their lives.

"Stop!" Crosshair yelled out. You turned to look at him, he took a few steps back to look out a carved hole in the stone. "They are coming..."

Just then, a shot rang out. Another assassin hung from the inner walls.

Crosshair ducked behind the wall, "Go, I'll handle it."

The rest of the squad moved down, but you stayed. "I'll help."

That was until you peaked around the hole, getting a glimpse of the man. A rush a deja vu consumed you. Your breath quickened. Why was this man so familiar?

You pushed it down, you had already let your feelings get the best of you too many times. It can't happen again. You fired at him, Crosshair backing you up.

Crosshair put an explosive at the end of his shotgun, catching the man off guard. It threw him off the wall. The two of you headed to the ship.

A blast to the ship sent all of you crashing down. You briefly heard Rex sending Echo a message about an extraction.

Commotion ensued, but it all ended with you falling and getting a bad headache. Your helmet did not do much to cushion the hit.

The rest of the team was briefly recovering from the crash as well, but you had to get a move on.

"We've got attack shuttles inbound." Hunter noted.

"This way." Rex lead.

You traveled on foot in the woods, trying to lose the storm troopers. Fighting them off was light work. One however, stood out from the rest.

Crosshair proved your suspicions when he frantically turned around, gun raised.

"What is it?" Hunter questioned. He got his answer when the assassin shot at us.

With our numbers down and the assassin having the upper hand, Crosshair suggested "I'll draw his fire out. Get to the rendezvous."

You heard Omegas small voice through comms, "I don't like that idea..."

"Too bad." He responds, already crouched behind a rock to fire.

Looking at Omegas worried gaze, "Go, I'll make sure he doesn't get himself killed."

Omega nods at you, then joins Hunter's side. Crosshair just grunts in acknowledgement.

In truth, Crosshair didn't need you. Though, you both knew that Omega needed the peace of you fighting with him. Two verses one had much better odds.

You heard Rex commanding the rest of the squad to move out. You and Crosshair pursued the assassin.

He gave out hand signals, letting you know he was above you. You nodded, sneaking around.

The assassin saw you easily, perfect. He was distracted just enough for Crosshair to get a hit on him, knocking his balance off.

Your face dropped when the assassin recovered in record time, it was like he hadn't even been hit. He now caught you by surprise when he shot at your hand, you lost your weapon. Damn. All you had left was a blade, which you now grasped.

To your dismay, Crosshair had already taunted the assassin away from you. No doubt on purpose.

It took you a minute to find them, Crosshair had followed him to a waterfall. One with rapids at the bottom. The booming of the current was distracting.

You crouched down, keeping a low profile. Crosshair and the assassin fought vigorously. When you saw an opportunity, you jumped.

You tried to get your blade around his neck or at least cut his suit. The assassin was stunned for a second, giving Crosshair time to recover.

The man disarmed you, overpowering you in strength. You fell back with a thud, your helmet flying off. You scrambled to stand, but was forced to stay down because of a stray blast. It just missed your head.

The assassin seemed to know every single move Crosshair made. Like, he had studied Crosshair's fighting technique multiple ways, There was only one man who you knew did that, and he was dead.

The stranger knocked Crosshair to his knees, a gun to his head.

The man now looked to you, ready to dispose of you as well.

You sat up, but did nothing to fight back- fear of him shooting Crosshair.

He however, stopped in his tracks. You just stared, confused. He looked to you, maybe in disbelief?

He, not moving his gaze, stunned Crosshair. You were in shock that he didn't kill him... The thud of Crosshairs body made you jump.

You slowly rose to your feet, you somehow didn't feel threatened by the man anymore.

Now that you stepped closer to him, he stepped back. He seemed to be fighting with himself... Throwing his blaster as far as he could away.

His hands moved to grip the sides of his head, in pain. He stumbled back, head barred down. With a loud 'thud' he fell on his rear.

He scratched at his helmet, trying to take it off. Something inside of him wouldn't let him. He was in turmoil with himself.

Did you feel pity for the man? You slightly shook your head, baffled at what you saw. He was so vulnerable now, you should have killed him for what he did to Crosshair. At least Stun him.

You couldn't find it in yourself. He looked so confused with himself, so conflicted. Your heart wrenched, but why?

Your own actions shocked you, stepping closer to him. You lowered yourself to your knees, inches away. You were skeptical but determined.

He stopped his frantic movements when your hands moved to his head. He let you do as you pleased, frozen in place.

You kept your eyes on him as you gently lifted his helmet. You only got it up enough to see the mans eyes, a deep brown. That and his face structure was enough to tell you who it was.

The face you spent hours drooling over, embarrassing stares caught at, nights laying with. The very face you saw fall thousands of feet down to a cloudy abyss.

You gasped loudly, scrambling back. No, NO. It wasn't him. It couldn't be him...

Your reaction seemed to have broken him out of his haze. His helmet fell back down, covering his face. He, almost instinctively, moved to you. You were too shocked to fight back. He swiftly grabbed your wrist, pulling you up.

The grip was tight, you winced. The man realized his mistake immediately and loosened the grip. if he wanted to kill you, why was he worried about your wrist?

When you were sitting back up, the man reclined on his knees. He slowly moved his hands up to the helmet again, this time with more control.

He raised it completely off. It was him.

Both hands moved to cover your gaping mouth. How? HOW?

"T-Tech?" You called out, voice cracking.

He squinted his eyes and had one hand holding the side of his head in pain.

"You must take Crosshair and run, now." He ended by saying you name desperately.

"W-what? No, I am not leaving you. Tech, what happened? How are you alive!" You leaned to him, wanting nothing more than to hold and kiss him.

He moved back, your touch like fire.

"You have to go. I do not know how much longer I can hold off the chip. I do not want to hurt you." He looked at the ground, ashamed.

"You won't. I know you won't..." You moved closer again, resting a hand over his. You slowly moved it off of his head, holding it. He breathed hard.

"Any better?" You ask. "Yes, I would suspect my will to keep you safe overrided the new chip the Empire has put in my head." You smiled, finally leaning forward to hold him.

The second your arms wrapped around him, you sobbed. It all felt like a dream- well, nightmare.

"I thought you were dead... Tech, oh my Tech." He hugged back, petting your hair. You both frantically proclaimed 'I love you's.' But, he soon pulled away.

"I will not put you at risk any longer." He moved to stand up,

"I just got you back, why are you leaving me?" You couldn't understand.

He stood up, saying your name in a whisper. "I thought I made it clear. My new inhibitor chip is stronger. I am assigned to kill you. I do not want to do such a thing, ever."

"Tech, just please come with me. Rex is with us, he can help remove this one. Just like the others..." You grabbed onto his arm, pleading. How did he expect you to walk away, leave him behind. Especially when you just figured out he was alive.

"I suppose that might work..." He rested a hand to his chin, thinking. More tears flowed from your eyes, he was exactly how he was before. Always calm, always thinking everything through with a steady heart beat.

You looked up at him. "Please, I need you. I-"

"I know. I need you too. I uh- I apologize for shooting you." He said as-a-matter-of-factly.

Your eyebrows furrowed, "You didn't mean to.." You leaned up to kiss him, but something switched in him.

His face twisted and turned, he stepped back. He was fighting himself again, now a hand reached for his blaster. He looked up, face cold and blank. He pointed the gun at your face.

"Tech, Tech, it's just me!" He didn't care, he had a mission to fulfill. The chip was regaining control.

Suddenly, his body quivered and shook. He fell to the ground. Crosshair stood behind.

"Please don't kill him!" You ran to him, making sure he was aware of the situation.

"I know, his chip... I'll carry him back. Rex can look at him." You were hopeful, he was coming home.

It would be a rocky start, but he was alive. He was alive and half-conscious. That was a problem for when you got back on the ship.

For just a second, watching Crosshair hoist Tech up, you relaxed. The pounding of the water on rocks soothed you.

He was alive...

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I hated the ending, sorry ya'll had to go through that. I didn't know how to end it! I was so motivated with this plot, then kind of lost it. Expect a Crosshair fic this weekend!!!

Tags- (LMK if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

[werecreature-addicted]

i have a monsterfucker fantasy i only feel safe sharing with you LOL i'm a post-op trans woman in terms of bottom surgery, but obviously i still can't get pregnant and i kinda have a fantasy where like... a werewolf tries to fuck a baby into me, and even though i keep trying to tell him its impossible, he just kinda growls and says like "we just gotta try harder"

Sure. maybe he knows in the back of his mind that you cannot get pregnant, but he's not thinking with his head when he's fucking you.

His instincts are telling him to breed you so that's what he's going to do. the first time he growls in your ear "I'm going to knock you up," and you respond with "You can't" his brain is kind of scrambled and he takes it as a challenge.

"We'll see about that," he tells you as he pushes his cock inside of you, feeling your wet pussy around him drives him absolutely crazy. How could he not get you pregnant when your body is clearly begging for it?

"Why wouldn't you want my seed, huh? Don't you want the honor of carrying my pups? Don't worry your pretty head about a thing I'll take good care of you when you're nice and round. my good little mate you're going to look so pretty knocked up."

"N-no you don't get it I mean you physically can't-" You try but it's hard to talk when you're getting your guts rearranged.

"Oh, so you think my seed isn't strong enough? Do you think it won't take? I'll just have to fuck you every night until you do get pregnant then... It won't take long,"

He kisses you deeply, pushing his tongue into your mouth to shut up any more nonsense about "not having a womb" or whatever you were saying. all he focuses on is the drill of his hips, the way you clench down around him when you cum, and how tight you feel around his knot when he cums too.

It feels so good you're tempted to let him keep on trying to knock you up. but you know he'd get upset if you let him go on for too long. so once you've both calmed down a little you bring it up again.

"You know I can't get pregnant right? It's not you- it's me," you try again. He just shakes his head,

"That won't stop me from trying."

[xxmia0wxx]

ENOCK

(Pomni X Caine Fic)

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(Caine and Pomni have been together for a while now, even though Pomni is happy with him, She still suffers from Panic attacks that keeps her from living her best life and constantly on the brink of abstracting, Which Caine simply cannot let slide! So He gives Her a very speical Present)

( This is my first Ship fic, sorry if its corny/cringe )

"POMNI MY DARLING!"

He Teleported through the halls frantically Looking for Pomni who he heard was Having another stress attack, It seems no matter How hard He tries to keep her Happy, the looming threat of anxiety and Being Trapped in a fake world was always to much for her.

Caine Could never Understand, Pomni Always Said She was happy with him, He made her laugh and Smile, He worked so hard to learn to empathize and to have Emotions So she could Be As happy as Possible.

'Was it his Fault? He was Made to Make People Happy, And absolutely needs pomni to be happy, Was he not doing it right? He learned so much about humans, but their still so complicated and impossible understand'

"POMNI?"

Caine found Pomni curled up in a little ball in a corner in one of the rooms, She was hyperventilating and glitching again

'UH OH'

"POMNI! I'VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU!"

He Manifests a warm blanket and Wraps it around her to comfort her, He also hads Her a cat Plushie and some water, Her breathing slows down a bit

"Thank you Caine"

She wasn't Glitching anymore, but she still looked sad

"DO YOU NEED ANYING ELSE?"

"FRESH DIGITAL AIR? A ROOM FILLED WITH FRIENDLY CATS? SAY THE WORD AND ITS YOURS MY DEAR!"

Pomni was always so endeared by him, Always trying so hard to make everyone happy even if it dosent always work, its the thought that makes him so sweet

"I'm Fine..."

"...MY DEAR, IM HAVING TROULE BELIEVING THAT YOU ARE 'FINE'."

he floating down to her level

"PLEASE TELL ME WHAT IM DOING WRONG? I CAN'T LET YOU ABSTRACT, I NEED YOU!"

"....Ive just been feeling so... Stressed lately and I dont know why, I-I don't think I have any reason To be, But I just Am and I-I C-cant help it and... im sorry that y-you can't help.."

Her eyes started tearing up a little

He just put his Hand on her shoulder, He was starting to feel a little depressed himself

"POMNI I'M SO SORRY! I PROMISE I WILL NEVER STOP TRYING TO KEEP YOU SANE I PROMISE! JUST... TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO DO!"

"I-I don't know what you can do"

She cuddled into him resting Her head on his chest, Caine Gave her a little Head pat in response, he was starting to feel alittle Hopeless now, But then a little light bulb popped over his head as He got a Idea.

"EUREKA! IVE GOT IT!"

"Got What?"

Caine thought for a moment on How to Explain his Plan to her, It was a long shot but still, Everything for her or nothing at all

"POMNI, I ADORE YOU, YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT?"

He sounded Weirdly more Serious than Usual, which was kinda off putting and confuseing, but she Was Listening

"Yes? I Love you to Caine, Where are you Going with this?"

"WELL... I HAVE BEEN LEARNING MORE ABOUT HUMANS AND HOW THEY WORK, AND WHAT MAKES THEM FELL JOY... SO HOW WOULD YOU FEEL ABOUT A LITTLE BUNDLE OF JOY OF OUR OWN?"

Pomni Was a Little Confused and Startled by this, He couldn't possibly be saying what she thinks hes saying

"W-What do you mean?

"IM TALKING ABOUT YA-KNOW ONE OF THOSE LITTLE ANKLE-BITERS! YOUNG-UNS! IM TALKING ABOUT CHILDERN MY DEAR! DOSENT THAT SOUND MAGNIFICENT!"

Pomni Just stared off into space processing What Caine Just proposed to her

'Was he Crazy?! Okay Absolutely, Yes But Still- Is he Crazy!?'

"Caine, I can Barley Take care of Myself, How can I take care of a Child?!"

"IT WOULDN'T BE LIKE ANY OTHER CHILD, IT WOULD BE AN ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE! AND WE AI'S ARE KNOWN FOR OUR LOW MANTIENCE! BESIDES, THEIR IS NOTHING MORE FULFILING LIKE THE WONDERS OF PARENTHOOD! SOMETHING TO REPLACE ALL THE ICKY DEPRESSION WITH LOVE AND JOY!"

Pomni was feeling a bit more enticed by the idea, What Else is there to do here expect the Adventures Caine sets out for them? Maybe a Child Could give at least the Illusion of normalcy, And Caine being there with her to help her.only made her feel more convinced

"Well... maybe... But how? I mean Like... How would that Even work..? I mean Can you even Do THAT in Digital realm??"

"WELL OF COURSE WE CAN HAVE CHILDREN MY DEAR!"

Pomni's Face starting turning bright red, Caine Quickly Noticed and became flustered himself

"N-NOT LIKE THAT! I MEANT I COULD CREATE A LEARNING AI FOR US TO RAISE TOGETHER-"

pomni started Giggling a little at Caine being flustered, Caine Always loved that Adorable Face she Made when she was happy, That little giggle, and how shy and sweet she was when she was flustered, its what made him learn to Love and experience things which he couldn't Even Imagine before

"i would find a way to bypass the filter for you"

"What was that Caine?"

"NOTHING-"

"SO MY DEAR, WILL YOU ACCEPT?"

She Thought about it for a while, maybe like Five minutes, Before she Started tearing up in anticipation

"OH GOODNESS MY DEAR! ARE YOU ALR-"

"A-ABSOLUTELY YES!"

She rammed into him, Embraceing him in tight hug

"I wanna have a Child!"

She was still sniffling a bit, Caine Was Just staring into Space for A bit, bursting with enthusiasm at the thought of Pomni being Happy, but also Having his own progeny to raise

"WELL THEN MY DEAR! I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO DO!"

Caine left pomni's embrace and back up in the air a bit, He felt across his Teeth and grabbed one of his Molars, and Yanked it out in a Cartoony Fashion.

"THIS WILL DO WONDERFULLY!"

"NOW MY DEAR, I JUST NEED A LITTLE SOMETHING FROM YOU"

He Grabbed Her Eye and Pulled it out like a Berry in a bush, being as gentle as he can with it, Pomni was already pretty used to Caine's antics at this point so it didn't bother her that much, He Grabbed one of her hats Tassles and Yanked on it, And a new eye roll into place for her

"KNOW LETS SEE!"

He manifested a Little Gift Box and Dropped The pieces into It, and Shook it vigorously for about two minutes, Pomni watching with Excitement and smiling the whole time

"NOW, THE MOMENT OF TRUTH! ARE YOU READY MY DEAR!"

Pomni just vigorously nodded her head not being able to keep calm

"I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES!"

Caine Put the Box into Pomni's hands, Trembling alittle, Pomni slowly opened the box.

She saw a Little Tooth-Like Creature with Big wet Colorful Pinwheel Eyes, The Little Tooth Just Stared at Her with Its Wet Eyes as it Draw back into the Box

Pomni lowerd her Hand to give it a little Stroke, It Snuggled up Against her Hand, purring while doing so

Pomnis looked at it with instant love for the little Creature, picking it up And Holding it Close to her, it cuddling her arm with its Roots as arms, She felt all her Stress, dread, anxiety and sadness fade away, Pomni had tears in her eyes at this point

"....Its Beautiful Caine, I love him"

"TERRIFIC! I KNEW YOU'D LOVE IT!"

Caine floated down to see his new child, His pupils Immediately Went big as he Gazed upon The little Tooth, It looked at its Father with Large Eyes and extending its root-legs to be held by him, He picked him up and Looked him in the eyes

"....WELL HELLO THERE SPORT! AND WELCOME TO THE DIGITAL CIRCUS! IM YOUR CREATOR AND FATHER CAINE, AND THIS IS YOUR MOTHER POMNI!"

The little baby Tooth just Stared him, and Cuddled into him like a Kitten, and Caines eyes went big

Pomni Went up to Him and Gave Caine a hug

".....Hes perfect"

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[starr666]

No Sleep in the Sheets

IB: Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde

gn!reader;unspecified reader parts

Cw: angst???, light smut???, mentions of hallucinating, light knife-play???, sadzawa, idk what im doing???

minors dni

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Context??: You are Aizawa’s past lover that passed away in a tragic accident. Aizawa struggles with the reality of what has happened and even started having hallucinations …or at least that's what he thought it was.

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…One…two…THREE empty Coors Light boxes scattered across the room as the sleep deprived pro-hero tried to drown out his sorrows. To wash away the pain of seeing your reflection in the mirror once more after his shower.

“I’m going fucking crazy” he mutters to himself, wiping the stray tear that fought to fall down as the glass bottle hits the hardwood floor. There it goes again, the random wafts of your thrifted perfume that you wore often when you first started dating flooded his senses. He picks up another bottle, removing the spiked cap with his calloused fingers to inhale the yeast stench that overpowered your flowery but rustic scent, even if its effect only worked for less than a minute.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Not seeing your lover cope in such a way. It's been weeks. He already barely gets a wink of sleep on a daily basis but lately Aizawa has been going on 3 day long benders, stumbling into work despite being given paid leave to deal with the grief. Always trying to save everyone but himself.

Ghosts are not to interfere with the daily lives of the living, no matter how badly it hurts to see.

“He seems so lonely”,you found yourself whispering every now and then as you watched him from various spots in the now trashed apartment you shared. It was often followed by a soft cringe from him…as he could hear the sharp and piercing version of your voice. He just chalked it up to paracusia.

wOOSH, you snatch up the bottle from his weak grasp

He stares at the floating bottle making its way to the dresser with wide eyes.

“This isn’t the way, my love.” you whisper, knowing he will flinch from the altered version of your once light and comforting voice. You needed to find a way to tell him that you were there. You find your legs making their way over to your side of the bed that he refused to sleep on and you pull him into you.

“Y-Y/N?” He stuttered in confusion. He had so many questions but they were muffled as he found himself sinking into your familiar warmth. His 5 senses being fulfilled by you.

Your smell, even if it wasn’t real, the comfort the smell brought him was too much to pass up. He found himself wrapping his arms around your figure and nuzzling his head where your neck would be.He missed your touch. He felt your small kisses showering his forehead. Being able to feel him again just made you want to do more. And luckily, he still knew your body like the back of his hand. ‘Just a taste’, the both of you think before finding yourselves in a deep kiss. One filled with love, hurt, and desperation. His kisses were still a bit sloppy due to the beer but who cared when your tongues danced their familiar tango? Hearing your soft pants that overrode his whines as he used his knee to get you aroused while your hand rubbed and squeezed at his ever-growing bulge. The sight of the knife you kept in the dresser next to the bed from your friskier nights together against gently pressing against his stomach as you rode his length. The knife pressing deeper into him as your hole consumed him further.

The familiar pain only turned him on more, which was apparent in the way his member twitched inside of you, ready to burst as blood began to trickle down to where both parties’ joint arousal pooled.

“Shit, you still take that dick like a champ…”,he mutters under his breath, struggling to keep his composure but with the sounds of your bodies colliding it was impossible. You use your free hand to choke him, hard. He relishes in the feeling, being completely fine if this ended up being the thing that meant he’d be able to be with you again.

“Gonna c-cum- ah shit-“ he curses through his release, his thick spurts of cum coating your walls, causing you to also finish. You both let out heavy breaths as you recover. You subconsciously let your ghoulish body rest upon his chest, a gentle sigh escaping his lips from the feeling. Neither of you are moving in fear of the consequences of this.

Bonus Angst based on Francesca by Hozier

Aizawa’s dream that night included fleeting flashes of your memories together as he feels the ghost of his lover slipping away slowly as you’re drawn back to the afterlife to deal with the consequences of engaging with the living. You either have to kill him, or he’ll have to have all memories of you two together wiped so he can move on.

“Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I” is what you mutter to yourself as you have to watch the memories of you two being extracted from his brain.

[wakeenkitten]

Hi! I know that it makes a lifetime that I haven’t posted anything but I’m going to try to be more active even if I have two followers lol I’ll do it for you two guys! I was looking for it since a while and impossible to find it so I DID IT!

PS: You guys don’t hesitate to send me requests, I thought about a Johnny from Cmon Cmon nsfw alphabet. Tell me if you would like it! ❤️

🫶Joe (You were never really here) NSFW Alphabet 🫶

⚠️: NSFW, some stuffs from the movie.

A=Aftercare(what they’re like after sex): Joe is always very caring with you, so after sex he will always ask you if he didn’t hurt you, If he hasn’t been too rough. You can see the frown on his face, when he is really listening to every words that you are saying to make sure that you are okay. Then he will circle you between his big muscular arms in which you feel so safe and lay your head on his solid chest and fall asleep together after a great time.

B=Body Part(Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners): He loves your whole body, but he is kinda obsessed with your ass, he will kiss spank and even suck your buttcheeks sometimes during oral. He also loves your pussy, no he adores your pussy, you were so insecure about it because it didn’t look like all these porn stars’ who had done surgery for it, but Joe looks at you there like he just found heaven, and he could not keep himself from telling you how beautiful and perfect it is and how good it feels around him. He doesn’t appreciate his body very much which is terrible and crazy for you because even though he is chubby he is just so firm and so hot. He likes his beard and his hair, he takes care of it also because he loves when you run your hands through it “it so soft that’s crazy”. He learns to like his dick because he sees in which state it puts you, and it takes time but you start to make him feel good in his gorgeous body.

C=Cum(anything to do with cum basically): Joe can be a little nervous about you getting pregnant, even if deeply inside of him he always wanted a child. But let’s be honest, he loves to cum on you, like he owns you, you are his little slut that he can breed , fill up or repaint her ass or her face, it wakes his animal instinct. When you blow him he will certainly cum inside your mouth, but when you guys fuck he likes to cum on your stomach all over it because he cums a lot, he produces so much semen even if you had sex the morning he will still spill a lot. He loves to cum on your face, when you are kneeling in front of him like that, like a good little girl and you drink and receive his babies. He loves that.

D=Dirty Secret(dirty secret of theirs)

Joe thinks that this is a dirty secret but when he is on some mission to hunt a horrible guy, what gives him a lot of strength and testosterone is that he imagines that all what these guys can do they are doing it to you and this is driving him crazy and he just wants to make these guys terribly suffer more than anything. Then he comes back home and he sees you asleep on the couch because you tried to wait for him but fell asleep, even though you were so nervous about the fact of him not coming back. All the pressure falls down and he can cherish you and live into his real life in which you rule, you put everything at its right place.

E=Experience(How experienced are they? Do they know what they are doing?)

It always been hard for Joe to keep a girlfriend because of his job. But he is mostly focused on your pleasure than his, he almost doesn’t care about his because he doesn’t need to, whatever you do drives him crazy. He is just so obsessed with watching you having pleasure that he is gonna do everything to make you come (obviously) and enjoy every second of it.

F=Favourite Position(no explanation needed)

You guys move a lot during sex, you like to try on new positions, Joe likes to explore all the ways that he can pleasure you. But he really likes spooning, just holding you close between his big muscular arms, making you feel safe while he drives inside of you again and again.

G=Goofy(are they more serious in the moment or are they more humorous ect)

Joe is deadly serious, everything that he tells you he deeply thinks it during this moment and it’s always lovely thinks ( « I love you so much » « you feel so perfect » « god you’re so tight I feel so safe inside of you »). It’s a very intimate moment for him and after all what he has been through he really needs a safe place to prove his affection to the person who saved his life.

H=Hair(how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?ect)

Joe is not a very hairy guys everywhere but he has a big beard and this eyebrows, so he owns a big black bush down there. He takes care of it when he sees that he can start to disturb you like trimming his balls a little bit from time to time. But he just let his hair usually do their own life like his hair that he just ties in a bun and his beard that he lets grow until it becomes to long to do anything.

I=Intimacy(how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Joe is very romantic but more into a needing aspect, he needs you to live to breath, and he shows it to you during sex until it becomes even dirty. It is very important for him to preserve a sexual life because you need it so he uses it to show love to you because he is not a horny animal even if you drive him really crazy sometimes and that his primal instinct can sometimes pop out during sex, roar.

J=Jack Off(Masturbation Headcanon)

He doesn’t jerk off, but he loves to finger You. Feeling you clench and pulse around his fingers, he LOVES that. During a movie you’ll just have to give a little sign of horniness like needy kisses in his neck and he will rub his big hands on your thighs until he arrives to the top. And then of course he will take you to the room and make you scream all the moans from A to Z. You realized that you were even dirtier than him sometimes!

K=Kink(One or more of their kinks)

He is a lot into dom/sub stuff. OBVIOUSLY he is dom and you are his little baby girl or princess that he takes care of. He likes to take care of the deal so when you ask him to take care of something and that you would answer by a « thank you daddy » he feels so important and manly and in charge that it drives him wiiiiiiiild. You should be ready not to walk straight for a whole week lil hoe lol.

L=Location(favorite places to do the do)

It must be home, he doesn’t feel safe anywhere else. He needs to be totally safe to share intimacy with you. It generally happens in the bedroom, but believe it doesn’t make the thing boring! But sometimes it can happen on the couch when some sloppy kisses are exchanged in front of a movie.

M=Motivation(what turns them on, gets them going) When you rub your hands on his chubby stomach that you want to make him love. When you are caring a whole day with him because he had a hard job the night before and that he feels like he needs to thank you for it. When you are wearing his shirt, he is so bigger than you that he truly finds that’s adorable but terribly hot if you don’t wear anything under it.

N=NO(Something they wouldn’t do, turns offs) Everything that is a little too much. He can be a little kinky but he would not do something that brings somebody else like voyeurism. Bondage is not his stuff neither (he is already strong enough why would he need to tie you up). Degradation towards him or you, but praising oh yeah he loves that.

O=Oral(preference in giving or receiving, skills) Don’t misunderstand, he really loves when you take care of him! But he just LOVES to go down on you, spreading your little legs with his big hands, watching you go crazy, breathing hard, and god he loves your taste he could just eat you as his dessert at every meal. He likes the feeling of your juices wetting his beard. And he just loves it like leave the man enjoy his life. He is verrrry good at it so it’s absolutely not a matter for you. He can even be creative! He takes the care to finger you at the same time when he does it to feel you clench and pulse. Soooo perfect, of course it will make him hard and you will have to have sex after.

P=Pace(are they fast and rough?slow and sensual?) He will start in a romantic slow pace and then will grab you by the hips and fuck the shit out of you. He suddenly let this big animal come out of him, this primal instinct. He will go faster and faster, and you are usually the first to come with him, and will keep that fast pace making your body bounce like a fucktoy until he spills his seed inside of you.

Q=Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how

often, etc.) Nah he doesn’t like quickies, sex is important in your relationship he likes to do it well and he wants to make sure that you came too that you enjoyed the thing. So no quickies.

R=Risk(are they game to experiment, do they take risk) Not really. He would always be worried to be followed by a bounty hunter and he would never forgive himself to have put you in danger, so public places are not his thing or just unusual places. But he likes to try on new things with you as far as you stay safe at home.

S=Stamina(how many rounds can they go for? Do they last long?) Like I said, you are almost always the first to come because Joe’s stamina is impressive. He can go on and on and on. It happens that he stays inside of you after both of you are done, your juices building up inside, and you feel him slowly getting hard again without even needing to go out of you. Seriously impressive.

T=Toy(Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) No he is not really into that. He prefers to eat you out himself. You are HIS girl and even when he is away he prefers you to wait for him. And on him he would definitely not use toys. He also been traumatized by the ones he found in the pedos rooms. So it makes him very uncomfortable.

U=Unfair(How much they like to tease)

Joe is not really a tease, when he wants you he will manifest himself. But he likes pretty much when you tease him. Calling for daddy and all that, he will try to not care but obviously it was all an act and he finally grabs you and take you with him to the room.

V=Volume(how loud they are, what sounds they make) Joe can let escape a few grunts during sex but he is pretty quiet. He is mostly breathing very hard, and harder and harder closer he gets to coming. He will drive inside of you very fast making you bounce and scream and will finally come in a loud animalistic groan, almost like a roar. Like the big teddy bear that he is.

W=Wild Card(Get a random headcanon)

He loves the fact that you are so small compared to him. Just taking in his arms, trying to envelop you completely to protect you from all the horrible things in this world. He is a very sweet man and you love him also for that!

X=X-Ray(what’s under there?) Well, Well, WELL. Joe is… how do you guys would say? HUGE. He is long like around 6 inches, but he is mostly very thick. His cock is gorgeous, veiny and nice mushroom tip that he likes to rub on your clit and that glistens when he gets horny. You love to see those veins pumping of blood when he gets hard, oh my… You two were pretty worried the first time, and it’s still a little worry to enter you with his log. But once he is inside after the first time, he is just hitting every spots and it is just extraordinary, Joe never misses to make you cum. And with the time he has to admit that he loves to hear you scream « Fuck, it’s so big baby! ».

Y=Yearning(How high is their sex drive?)

He is not a horny guy, he will wait until you ask for it, of course he will gladly accept it at any time, he is still a man after all! But he prefers to give you this job, to leave you space, he doesn’t want to be one of those guys who are begging and harassing their girlfriend for a little blowjob. Sometimes you two are on the couch and you get closer to him, you can see the imprint of his big erection against his sweatpants but he will not move until you decide to put your hand on it. Your big big lovely man.

Z=ZZZ(…how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) It takes a while. Joe doesn’t sleep a lot and most of his « jobs » are at night. So it happens that you have sex before he has to go. But he loves to watch you fall asleep, holding you and caressing your hair until you are slowly losing yourself. He will just rub his nose on your hair and your scent will make him fall asleep. Such a pleasure to hold the woman that you love after having showed it to her.

[duckit7]

Online Dating Can Be Hard 17

Yo. Life and stuff like that. But duck it, here is another chapter! The other is in the oven so hopefully that will be out real quick! I hope you guys enjoy!

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It was impossible to ignore my doorbell that had been constantly going off for the past minute. A deep groan escaped my lips as I walked to the door. I knew exactly who was outside. Low and behold, as the door opened up, there stood Sal in all his charming glory.

“I thought you were going to leave me out there all day!” He exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes hard. “So dramatic. Would you like an Oscar for your performance…”

“Finally, someone has recognized me for my talents.” Sal proclaimed.

I just shook my head and asked, “Why are you here Sal.”

Sal clicked his tongue. “Bitch you know why I am here. You don’t write. You don’t call. We assumed your ass was dead.” He said as he sauntered in before waiting expectantly for me to give him a lift up to the counter.

“I’ve been busy…” I said setting him gently on the counter.

“Oh no. No you did not just lie to me. I may have been born in the morning but I wasn’t born this morning Katy Kate. Now spill. You look like shit and haven’t talked to anyone in days. What happened with you and Cam.” Sal said while driving daggers into me with his eyes.

I let out a big sigh. It was useless as always to lie to Sal. “Cam thinks that I was trying to hook him up with Sara and now he no longer wants to talk with me.”

“Great spark notes version but I am here for the whole book Kate.” Sal said bluntly.

I groaned, “Ugh… Sal you were there. I invited Sara over because I thought it would be nice. She ended up being crazy for Cam and basically spent the whole night trying to get him to sleep with her. What’s funny is that I was stupid jealous of her and was doing my best to try to keep it together all night. Cam, though, mistook my silence as support for him and Sara. So now Cam is pissed because he thinks I pushed her on him and basically wanted the two of them to get together. Wild because that is the furthest thing from the truth and that I actually hate the idea of them together. To be honest I feel horrible about the whole thing because I basically ruined things with Cam and its all just a tragic joke. Satisfied?”

Sal started bursting out laughing. I narrowed my eyes at him and asked, “What is so funny. Do you just enjoy my pain?”

Sal wiped the tears from his eyes as he tried to settle himself. “Kate, you were horrible at hiding your jealously. She would lace her arm in Cam’s or lean against him and you were basically staring daggers into her.”

I looked at Sal appalled. “No I was not. I thought I kept my cool quite well actually.”

Sal just shook his head. “Yeah, if wearing a stare void of all emotion and having a resemblance of a serial killer was keeping your cool then you did a great job.”

My face scrunched up in confusion. I thought for sure I hid my emotions well. Then again this was Sal we were talking about. The man could read anyone with ease. I slumped in my chair in defeat. “Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. Cam doesn’t want to even see me so oh well I guess...”

Closing the distance between us, Sal laid his tiny hand upon mine. “Oh Kate… He will come around. He always does. He was just hurt is all.”

Tears started to cascade down my face. For someone who didn’t cry much it seemed to be a reoccurring thing. “I don’t know Sal. I think I really screwed things up this time. Last time we talked I know he felt trapped in my presence. That’s the last thing I wanted to do was make him feel trapped…”

“You love him don’t you… That’s why you are really struggling with this isn’t it…” Sal’s words may have been just a whisper, but they hit like a truck. I could only reply with a nod. Sal nodded back before giving my hand another pat. “It will be ok Kate. I know it doesn’t feel like that right now though. You know I am always here for you and I will be bugging you everyday.” I nodded again in reply. “Well good.” Sal said, motioning for me to bring him to the door. “Now if you excuse me I have another matter to attend to.”

I brought Sal to the door and set him down almost exactly where I picked him up. “Thanks Sal… You always know when to come over.”

Sal just bowed and said, “As any good gentleman does when he knows his friend is in need. Now don’t be a stranger. Hang out with us this week or at least text me you are alive, ok?”

“Ok.” I said with a sad smile before waving goodbye to my friend.

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 Maybe if I ignore them, whoever is at the door will go away… I thought to myself as I hid in my dark apartment.

“Open the door Cam! I know you are in there. I saw you in the window on my way in.” Sal practically yelled through the door.

Ugh... Fuck… I guess the gigs up… I sighed as I open the door to none other than Mr. Charm himself. “Hi Sal… What’s up? Did Kate send you?” I said flatly.

Sal rolled his eyes. “You act as though I am just her dog doing her dirty work. No Kate did not send me. I am an independent man who wanted to check up on his friend he hasn’t heard from all week.”

I let out another sigh and nodded. “Ok. Come in. Do you want some water or anything?”

“Nah but thank you.” Sal said as he gave my wreak of an apartment a once over. “Looks like you are doing good.”

“Har har har…” I said lackluster.

Sal came and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “Tell me what’s going on.”

I pushed Sal off me and then grabbed the back of my arm before saying, “I know you talked to Kate. You already know what’s going on.” I snapped at him.

Sal raised his arms in defense. “Hey man. Didn’t mean to piss you off. I just want to hear your side of the story… I feel like as a friend you deserve that from me.” His voice was genuine.

I looked away still rubbing the back of my arm. “I don’t know what she told you… But basically she has been toying with me this whole time… She probably caught wind that I had feelings for her beyond just friends and that’s why she tried to set me up.” I pause as I turned my back to Sal to gaze toward my balcony. Memories of Kate’s smiling face waiting for me outside filled my mind. Tears started to tumble down my cheeks as I said, “I should have known she could never love a parvus. How can you love someone so far below you…”

We stood there in silence for a while. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling and frankly I didn’t care anymore. Sal came over and put a knowing hand on my shoulder. “Cam I know you are not going to want to hear this but I think you should get together with Kate and talk this out. It’s not my place to say anything so all I will say is that I think you both are missing something in your story.” He said warmly.

I wanted to get angry. I could feel the hate bubble up from within, but I just didn’t have the heart to let it build. Sal continued, “Look. I know you really care about Kate. I also know that this has really hurt you. It’s hurt Kate as well. Hear her out. You love her. I know that. So give her a chance.”

Maybe Sal was right. Maybe I should give her one last chance. My heart was torn between wanting to build walls to try to protect itself or allow myself to be vulnerable one last time with the woman I loved. Flashbacks of Kate flooded my mind. The way her blue eyes shown in the sun. How she never let her lack of singing skills stand in her way of Karaoke. Her gentle hands as they held me. How she knew what I was feeling without having to say a word. Dozens of memories filtered through my mind. I couldn’t give up on what we had. Not that easily.

“I’ll text her tomorrow.” I said knowing exactly what I was going to do.

Sal patted me on the back. “Good. Now if you will excuse me, I have a hot date with a bank teller.” Sal gave me a wink as he headed toward the door. “Oh and Cam.” He said standing in the threshold. “You got this.”

I nodded in reply. My sad heart hoped this was the right decision.

[urfavnegronerd]

dreaming of you- selena

trope: angst because i'm missing someone real hard rn so now its everyone's problem

published: july 20, 2023

warnings: sadness, possible errors (i edited it by myself so i did my best), tried rly hard to use regular punctuation, i haven't used y/n in a fic ever so for now we have a good ol character name that u can substitute if you'd like, alternates from past to present tense but let me know if i messed that up a bit so i can fix it for the sake of clarity, religious themes if you squint (a church, a saint and a prayer, nun too crazy mostly just honoring someone), i think that's it

pairing: oc (amari, gender neutral) x miles (1610 or e42, either works)

wc: 1.7k ish

cielito- little sky (at least that's how my family uses it), amor/ mi amor- love/ my love

Late at night when all the world is sleeping, I stay up and think of you

Time is fleeting, the days turn into months into years and however long. The concept of time is funny because doctors will tell you that you have a new dermal layer about every month. So my body has forgotten and forgotten him. It’s strange because he– Miles, is always in the back of my mind, tucked away quietly for me and only me.  

It’s been three years since Miles’ passing. 

and I wish on a star 

If I were to talk about Miles, I would tell you about his voice and how smooth it would sound 

“Amari,” he calls, reaching out for me. I hum a response, distracted by the calculus assignment in front of me. if I had known, I would have given him a proper answer. 

“Are you busy?” 

“ ’s just a little bit of calc” I mumble. 

“Oh. Do you need help?” I shook my head in response, too prideful to ask that of him. I felt him slowly and gently pad his way over next to me, the carpeting absorbing the sound, and put his head on my shoulder. His curls tickled my pierced ears, the scent of his hair overwhelming my senses. The smell of pomegranate and honey, something so soft and kind to me, to my nose, to my body. If I could go back, I would smell his hair over and over again, to keep that part of him with me, always.  

“I just wanted to feel you, Mari,” the mumbles into my shoulder sent butterflies into my stomach, the same way they always did. 

After I would tell you about his voice, I would tell you about his mind. 

Miles had the most beautiful mind, a painting of beauty in a warzone. A small rose, reaching up from the cracks in the concrete, fighting nature with pure willpower, a colorful muse in the bleakest of places. His mind was the birthplace of such beauties, and treasures, treasures that I will keep tucked away in my head. For me and only me. Something to tell the world, to tell Brooklyn, that Miles Morales was not invisible. He was the opposite. He was vibrant and kind.

“Amari, baby, do you like this with drips?” he asked looking back at me, standing on his tip-toes, his hands smeared with yellow spray paint, trying to reach an impossible spot with no one's shoulders to stand on. I look up from my book, perched on a tattered couch somewhere beyond the train tracks. The light he would use to paint throwies and murals was blinding, he would squint with his whole face starting with his nose and traveling to his eyes, brows, and forehead. 

“Yeah. I like the drips a lot baby,” he smiled something goofy, something whole-hearted and warm, no doubt the byproduct of the love he had in his home. In his heart. 

Miles was soft, too. 

He would lie on his back on the floor, staring at the sky on the rooftop and listening to music. He turned his head to me and stared. He stared at me like I was the brightest light he had to look at, like out of all the constellations I burned the brightest. At that moment, he was Galileo and I was the sky. 

“Cielito,” he whispered, taking the wired ear bud out of my ear and gently turning my face towards him. “I’ve never looked at someone as beautiful as you, knowing how much they love me. and I like you so much that I can hardly breathe Amari, and it's like I have this thunder in me, in my veins. You make me nervous. but also calm, calm from lovin'. Mari, I love you.” 

Instinctively, I blush, bringing the sweatshirt up and over my mouth. Smiling something fierce, I laugh and press my forehead to his. 

“I love you, Miles,” I whisper, staring into his eyes. I had never once been so sure about something in my life. But I was sure about Miles, I was sure about his hazel eyes and tightly wound curls. Sure about the way he looked at me like I was the only thing he could see. I was sure about the comfort and calm in his eyes, a small pearl in our Brooklyn neighborhood. 

I was sure about the way he kissed me next, sure about how softly his hands held my face. Sure about the small and rough callouses on his wrists, and how no matter how rough the world saw Spiderman, he was soft. comfort, warmth, and all of which are attributes of a home. And the more that I think about it, he was home. 

That somewhere you are thinking of me too 

I slam my hand on my alarm with a vengeance, and a seething ache in my heart arises as I look around my room. Sage green walls once clad with photos and posters, now stare back at me, tangled in bed, empty. All signs of a life that were once reflected on these walls are gone. Boxes litter my floor, and shelves once full of trophies, plaques, books, and jewelry, are empty. The only remnant I have of this room being full of warmth is in my head, tucked away neatly next to the memories of Miles. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes and tugging off my bonnet, I shimmy into cargo pants and a too-big hoodie. Miles’ hoodie. Folding up my pajamas, taking the sheets off my bed, and neatly folding them, I push the rest of my life into a box half full. 

I can’t tell if it’s anger or sadness that fuels me, but I push the boxes into one corner and sit on the edge of my now-stripped bed. I stare at the fire escape, the cool metal being the home to several sleepless nights, endless secret kisses and so much more. Memories of a life that’s been loved. 

A surge of emotion hikes in my chest, something that I don’t want to deal with, at least not yet. I pull on an old and battered pair of hightops and hike down the fire escape one last time. One last stop at the bodega down the block for flowers and a bag of sweet plantain chips, lightly salted. One last time to shove my metro card into the reader. 

Waiting for the train, I look up and see the sticker Miles stuck on the ceiling rail. I don't think Jefferson had the heart to take them down after he passed. Memories of a boy was loved beyond belief. Tugging the hood of my sweater over my head, I enter the train and grasp the cool metal. Something to ground me at this moment that feels surreal. Something to hold on to, an island in a hurricane.  

Stepping off the train, a shiver runs down my spine. The air hangs thick, despite the cool summer weather and a feeling of sorrow creeps up my throat again. Pushing it down, I walk. Walk past the small costume shop and endless coffee chains and then I stop. The church hangs ominously over me like it’s betting on me to turn back. To run from this nightmare, this anger, this pain in my chest. 

Shakily, I step forward, swerving behind the building and into the graveyard. Miles is next to Peter Parker, and I huff at the irony of it all. Clutching the chips and carnations in my hand, I walk to the heavily decorated graves. Emotions tug at my chest and prick my eyes. I finally let it leak from my tear ducts and streak my face. 

“Hi Miles,” I look at his headstone, half expecting him to respond in his slight Brooklyn drawl. I half expect him to reply Hi, Mari clear as day, like he used to. He doesn’t. 

“I leave for school today. It’s far, in Rhode Island.” 

I pause, my face contorting violently before finally letting out a choked sob. 

“You know, your mom keeps telling me that you wouldn’t want to see me like this. That I should let it out. And I feel so angry about it. Not at Rio, of course. Angry because who the hell gave you the idea that you could leave? Leave before Rio got to scream at our graduation. I’m not angry at you Miles, not in the slightest. You tried,” 

My voice breaks.

“So hard. You fought so hard, and I’m so proud of you. I just thought I should stop by before I leave. I brought you bodega flowers, and the chips you like. You don’t have to eat them.” 

I clean his grave up a bit, grabbing dead flowers, deflated balloons, and any sort of unsightly thing off his grave. There are a few unlit prayer candles left, no doubt from Rio’s extensive visits, almost all of them being Saint Micheal. Jabbing my hands into all my pockets desperately, I pull out an almost-dead lighter to light the five remaining candles.  

“May eternal rest be granted onto him,” I light the first candle, “let perpetual light be cast onto him,” the second, “for my faithful and departed soul, Miles” the third, “o lord” the fourth, “let his soul be at rest” the fifth, “and let him know that I love him.” 

I wipe my eyes one final time, kiss my three middle fingers, and gently press them onto the cold and gray granite.  

“Always good to see you, Cielito.” 

I stare at his headstone one last time. 

“I love you, Miles. You don’t have to say it back, mi amor.” 

The only thing pushing me to go back home is the fact that I have a long drive ahead of me. I would stay curled next to his headstone for the rest of my life. It kills me to think that he’s alone down there, probably cold. During his funeral, I remember placing his headphones on his chest before the casket closed. His hands were ice cold, the makeup made a poor attempt at covering the small and delicate freckles that littered his cheeks. The finality of it is forever etched in my mind. 

Somewhere, I hope he’s listening to music. 

I climb back up my fire escape and tumble into my now-empty room. Sitting on the floor, I fold my knees to my chest and stare at the walls. 

and there's nowhere in the world I’d rather be, than here in my room, dreaming about you and me.

fin <3

a/n: i didnt finish the get-down on Netflix, but zekes line where he confesses his love to mylene makes me cry every time, i had a really intense astronomy phase when i was little so i loved writing the galileo line it might show up in future fics idk. leave comments, constructive criticism and pointers!! and send reqs! love you goats 🩷

-rae

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Hii, hope you doing good! ✨

Are you still doing the “Uncommon Questions for OCs” ? I’d love ask 5, 22, 24, 30 and B, F, E (is that too much??? no pressure to answer everything, of course!) for Nick and Amber!

I am still doing it!!! And I will absolutely be answering all of these questions! I just had to get to my computer bc its easier for me to like copy the question and paste it etc etc

Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators:

5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

For Nick: very easy honestly, honestly you'd earn mistrust before trust anyway. Especially if you're a certain fae king (he doesn't believe a word Jareth says unless he knows Jareth is being serious). But for humankind, he's still kind of picking up the pieces that his wife left when she took off. He's open to friendships, he really is, it would just take him a long time to really open up. For Amber: She's incredibly passionate, but its hard to get her to mistrust someone. She may be rude and callous on the outside, and deny that she cares- but she does. She holds very impossible standards for the people she cares about, and even the smallest (seeming) betrayal can cause her to blow up. But within a day or two she'd forget about it. People that she does mistrust she is simply hostile to.

22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

Nick really isn't the jealous type, nor does he get possesive (and it drives Jareth crazy). He is very patient and understanding. Any jealousy usually just manifests in either disappointment or sadness, usually with his friends (if he isn't invited to something etc). With Jareth, he really knows how to really get under Nick's skin. And if Jareth catches Nick in a bad mood, or if he needs Jareth's support, and ignores him- Nick will seethe and seethe and seethe, both hurt and dissapointed, even though he knows Jareth is doing it on purpose- his temper flares up anyway, and he demands Jareth's attention. (which is what Jareth wanted him to do, the bastard.) Amber is very insecure, she is still grappling with the fact that her mother just tossed her aside- and also with the fact that she doesn't feel attracted to any boys at her school when her other classmates are (she's a lesbian). So she can get jealous over little things, after going through the labyrinth, she tries to be more patient- but she's very sensitive poor thing.

24. Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? 

(Answering only for Nick bc Amber is 16). Nick is very private about his sex life. As a closested bisexual man in 1988 during the AIDs crisis, he keeps that shit under wraps. Even to his closest friends who accept him, he still doesn't discuss it. With Jareth of course he does, because he's his romantic partner, but he can get a bit embarrassed or shy about some things (Jareth finds this adorable.) But besides that, he says nothing.

 30. Who do they most regret meeting? 

Nick regrets meeting his wife, even if she did give him Amber- if he had known it would've ended the way it did he never would've married her. But also because, when she left, he realized that he had always sort of followed her lead. He kept to himself, he cooked, he did what she told him to do...but he didn't even really love her- at least not anymore. He lived for her, and didn't really allow himself time for his own interests. Nick was the one who did most of the parenting with Amber, while his wife would treat her and buy her things. Amber doesn't like to remember things like that. And she will sometimes simply refuse to do that. Its not that she regrets meeting the people she did, but she regrets what she did to them to make them leave. Self reflection is tough when you feel like there's something wrong with you already. But what she most regrets doing is pushing Sarah down the stairs and breaking her arm. She realizes now how wrong she really was, and that Sarah is actually quite a nice girl with similar interests.

B) What inspired you to create them?

I had a really low grade fever one day like, a year and a half ago or smth, and I randomly got back into labyrinth for a second and decided i had the best idea for an oc. At first the original story was that Amber was a 6 year old girl who wished both herself and Nick away because Nick was crying about their eviction notice. I scribbled this in my notes app and then fell asleep I think. But then months later when I found that scribbling, I realized it would be funnier, if instead of a teen wishing away their younger sibling, it would be funny if it was their parent. Because Jareth would probably not be expecting an adult, and you can't really turn a 35 year old man into a goblin, so it was this kind of awkward situation. Of course, Amber and Nick took a life of their own and now I have crafted a full story. But its funny how my desire to be funny created them.

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

A mix of pride, embarrassment, and also a feeling that they're lacking somewhat. The embarrassment simply comes from getting bullied and made fun of as a small child, and I just push through that. The want that I'm lacking is mostly due to Jareth. He's a very mysterious and layered figure that nobody has a read on, and I feel like committing to one story will shallow him out somewhat.- or the story I have shallows him out, and also that the self indulgent fluff I write is OOC or something. Also (I get this from my dad), I just have a curse where I sometimes think all that I write is terrible. Don't get me wrong though, I love Nick and Amber, they're OCs I'm quite proud of due to the fact that I'm writing their story by myself (I usually do roleplay). But I like how different they are, and how different yet similar their story is to the original Labyrinth. It's not so similar that it's a copy, but not different enough that it's not a completely different universe. It's a legacy sequel I guess.

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

Not really. Amber is very hot headed and takes things much to seriously, also I'm not in high school anymore so I'd probably tell her to just chill out (she would hate that). Nick is a lot like Loius De Point Du Lac and 16 years older than me so we wouldn't have much to talk about. I would like how creative he is, but he's got a bit of a chip on his shoulder as well and I would just feel bad for him.

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I don’t want to hurt anymore

Based off of ‘You’re Not Sorry’ by Taylor swift.

Pairing: Lo’ak x Fem!Metkayina OC

Both are aged up to 20

Summary: An’ayih and Lo’ak’s relationship was perfect. Everything they ever wanted, dreamed of. Everything was going so well. Until it wasn’t.

This isn’t how it should be. When two Na’vi mate, it’s supposed to be forever. A bond so strong that it pains when the other isn’t near. A bond between two souls that gets stronger with every passing second. But unfortunately for An’ayih, her mateship is the complete opposite. It’s seems as though its one sided. Which is what has brought her to Tsahìk Ronal’s marui. With shaking hands and staggered breaths, she steps inside. ‘Tsahìk?’ Voice so quiet, it was almost unheard. ‘Yes, ‘eveng?’ With tears already forming within her eyes, An’ayih asks the question she never thought would leave her lips. ‘This is probably going to sound crazy, but has anyone thought about or tried to break their mating bond?’ The silence is so deafening. An’ayih has to look up to make sure she spoke aloud. The look Tsahìk gives her almost makes her cower down. ‘Why such a foolish question my child? It is not possible.’ The answer makes her fall to her knees now in tears. The usual harshness Ronal displays is replaced with sympathy and gentleness. ‘Parultsyip, what has the forest boy done to you for you to want to break your mating with him?’ Trying to compose herself, An’ayih takes a deep breath before letting the words pour from her lips. ‘I truly don’t want to break my bond with Lo’ak, I love him dearly my heart is only his but I don’t think his is truly mine. He never has time for me anymore. I understand that after Neteyam’s passing, his duties have completely changed. He is living up to Neteyam beautifully and I am so proud of him and I am filled with so much guilt feeling this way, I feel selfish. But I cannot help it, he makes all these plans and promises with me and it’s like he just completely forgets about them. I know it’s stupid not to say something but I don’t want to be more weight on his already heavy shoulders. I just want him to show me the love he used to. We’ve been mated for 2 years and together for 4 and these last two have been painful to my heart and I don’t know what to hurt anymore.’ Ronal places a comforting hand on her shoulder. ‘My sweet child, that boy loves you. And he is a skxawng for making you feel this way. Although we know it to be impossible, I will research and see if the breaking of a mating bond can be done if it will heal your heart from this sorrow. And in the meantime, I will have his parents speak to him, knock some sense into that boy.’ That causes a small laugh to leave An’ayih. ‘Thank you Tsahìk but that is not necessary. I just needed someone to listen. This is my battle to fight, thank you.’ Ronal nods in acknowledgment as An’ayih bows her a goodbye before heading to her and Lo’ak’s shared marui.

A little ways down from his own, a deeply saddened Lo’ak enters his parents’ marui. ‘Mother?’ Neytiri whips her head quickly towards her son at the sound of his broken voice. ‘What is wrong, my sweet boy?’ Her voice endearing causes the tears to form in his eyes. ‘An’ayih asked Tsahik Ronal if there was a way to break a mating bond. She doesn’t want to be with me anymore and it’s all my fault.’ His words catch the attention of his father. ‘What have you done to her boy?’ Neytiri bares her fangs to her mate. ‘Ma Jake, easy. Always too hard on him.’ Turning her attention back to her now eldest child. ‘Where did you hear such a terrible thing?’ The saddened look on his face and tears in his eyes breaks his mothers heart. ‘I heard from ‘Ayih herself. After begging father to finish training early so I can finally keep a promise to ma yawne, I arrived home to find it empty of her presence. I went looking for her and Rotxo told me he saw her heading in the direction of Tsahìk. As I approached, I heard her crying to Ronal of how fucked up of a mate I am and how I never spend time with her anymore. Tsahìk said it’s more likely impossible to break our bond but she’ll research it if it will relieve the sorrow from ‘Ayih’s heart. Momma, how do I fix it. I cannot lose her.’ Momma, a name he hasn’t called Neytiri since he was 7. Their sons distress brings an immense sadness to both his parents. ‘My sweet baby boy. You must talk to her, spend time with her. It is truly the only way.’ She holds him to her chest. ‘I don’t have time, I’m already out with father by the time she wakes and she’s usually asleep by the time I get home.’ A sob escapes him. ‘Ma Jake, you must give Lo’ak a couple of days off. He is fulfilling his duties exceptionally. He needs time to rest and be with An’ayih. Allow him time to fix what has been damaged.’ Jake nods his head and joins his mate in holding their son. ‘My son. You are doing an exceptional job with your duties. I didn’t realize this was going on, you always came to me to train. You take the time you need Lo’ak.’ Lo’ak looks up at his father. ‘I always came to you because I did not want to disappoint father. I want to be worthy of you. I want you to be proud of me like you always were of Neteyam.’ That hit Jake where it hurts most. He grabs his sons face to look him right in his eyes. ‘I will always be proud of you my boy. You have come an incredibly long way. You have never been a disappointment. All those times I said you brought shame to this family were not true. You could never, I understand now that you were acting out for attention and that is purely due to my neglect of you as a child. I put all my time and attention on Neteyam and I regret that. So now I’m giving you all my attention and I do not want you to lose the love of your life. I wouldn’t know what to do if I didn’t have your mother. I see you my son. Now please go to An’ayih and make it right.’ Lo’ak nods before running towards his shared marui pod with you.

Bursting through the entrance of your home, Lo’ak is stunned to find it empty. His ears lay down in worry of you. It’s almost dinner time, you should be home preparing. ‘Tsireya came by to take her to Three Brothers. She’s hoping to distract her heart.’ Kiri says behind him. Just as Lo’ak heads toward the water, Kiri speaks up again. ‘I wouldn’t go to her right now. They both made sure I kept you away until they returned. She needs a moment brother.’ After a small battle between his heart and mind, Lo’ak decides to stay at home and await your arrival.

Dismounting their ilu’s, An’ayih and Tsireya exit the water. An’ayih turns towards her cousin grasping her hands. ‘Thank you Reya. I truly would not know what to do without you.’ Tsireya smiles at her, dimples showing. ‘Of course! We may not be, but you were raised as my sister and I hate to see you in such pain.’ An’ayih’s eyes begin to fill with tears again. Before she can even think, words are leaving her mouth. ‘I don’t think he loves me anymore Reya.’ The words make Tsireya frown. ‘Nonsense sister! I see the way he looks at you, even though it’s been from afar lately. There is so much love and adoration within his eyes for you. I only hope that Mutù looks at me the same. You two just need to talk, he cannot know how you feel if you do not express it to him.’ An’ayih let’s a tear fall. ‘We have mated, he should feel how I feel. I feel his emotions all the time. They are faint but still present. I feel the stress and burdens of filling Neteyam’s duties. He should feel my pain. And besides, I do not want to burden him further.’ Through their conversation, they failed to notice subtle footsteps approach them in the sand. ‘You could never burden me ma yawne.’ The voice startles both women. Tsireya glares at the boy before turning back to her cousin. ‘Shall I leave you two?’ An’ayih nods lightly. ‘Thank you again, sister.’ Tsireya smiles before heading back to her and Mutù’s marui.

‘Syulang, can we talk?’ Lo’ak says holding his hand out towards An’ayih. Not trusting her words, she nods and places her smaller hand in the grasp of her mate’s. Lo’ak leads them to a secluded spot on the edge of the water. Their favorite spot. It’s where he first kissed her and finally uttered the words I see you. Her heart fills with even more sadness at the thought. He brings her down to sit next to him. ‘I’m so sorry, muntxate.’ His words fuel an anger deep within. An’ayih stands up abruptly, pointing a finger at him. ‘No! You’re not sorry!’ His ears lay down against his head. He prepares himself for the words that are about to be strewn his way. ‘All this time I was wasting hoping you would come around. Ive been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down. And it's taking me this long baby but I figured you out. And you're thinking we'll be fine again, but not this time around. You don’t have to worry anymore, I won't be a burden anymore. This is the last straw. I don't want to hurt anymore. And you can tell me that you're sorry, but I don't believe you like I did before. You're not sorry.’ An’ayih pauses for a moment to wipe the waterfall of tears from her face. ‘Ma An’ayih. Please liste-.’ She holds a hand up, silencing Lo’ak. ‘Looking so innocent, I might believe you if I didn't know. Could have loved you all my life, if you hadn't left me waiting in the cold. And you got your share of secrets, and I'm tired of being last to know. And now you're asking me to listen, because it's worked each time before, but not this time Lo'ak.’ As she pauses to regain her composure, Lo’ak brings her to him, holding her to his chest. She has to push him away before she caved in to him again. ‘No! You’re not doing this to me again! Every time you hurt me, you do that and I crumble every time but I’m tired of this, I don’t want to hurt anymore Lo’ak.’ Tears now forming in his golden irises, fearing that his muntxate is slipping through his fingers. ‘You had me crawling for you honey and it never would've gone away. We used to shine so bright but I watched all of it fade. This is the last straw there's nothing left to beg for. And you can tell me that you're sorry but I don't believe you like all those times before. You’re not sorry ma Lo’ak or this wouldn’t have happened to begin with.’ Wiping her face, she turns away from him. He reaches out to her, turning her to look up at him. No words leave either of the mated pair, they just stare at one another hoping their eyes say everything that they want to, need to say. All Lo’ak sees with her blue irises is a deep sadness and it pains him. In the midst of her rage and delusion, An’ayih swear that she sees nothing but a blank stare, emptiness within his golden eyes. She whispers the most heart wrenching words that Lo’ak has ever had said to him. ‘I’m sorry that you wasted your Tsaheylu on me.’ She escapes his grasp before sprinting away from him, sobs now uncontrollable. ‘An’ayih! Ma yawne! Wait, please!’ He calls for her but she’s already gone, completely out of sight. He grabs his hair in frustration. ‘Fuck!’ He yells before falling to his knees in the sand. His cries loud enough for the entire reef to hear.

Oh eywa, please don’t let me lose her. Please let there be a way to fix us.

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Here is part 2 to My Younger Heart Was Feeling New - you can find part 1 here (& here)!

For the next two days, Steve staked out the Munson trailer, waiting with some misguided hope for that stupid red flag to stand upright again. For the first time, probably ever, Steve appreciated the fact that his parents were nonexistent. It was much easier to go in and out of the house at all hours without people breathing down his back or asking where he was going.

Trying not to appear like a creep kept Steve plenty occupied already.

Not wanting to stir up any sort of suspicion, Steve rode through the trailer park early in the morning, long before anyone was up and ready to be nosy for the day. Once everyone went to work, Steve hung out around the park a couple streets from Eddie’s place and idled on the swings there until the urge to ride past the mailbox became too much. A few times throughout the afternoon, Steve ditched the bike and walked in that direction, just to shake things up.

His mind told him, over and over, that it was all just a fluke. Steve must’ve very lucidly dreamed the entire afternoon spent freaking out and biking all over Hawkins. In his heart and soul, though, Steve knew his effort wouldn’t be for not. The timing of it all simply couldn’t be some nightmare or coincidence – Steve lived through something that seemed impossible once; at this point, nothing that happened ever occurred without some sort of backlash.

He tried to stay strong willed, but the days were long and no result shook his foundation. By midafternoon of the third day following that first letter, Steve wanted to pack it in and enjoy the last little bit of his break. In all reality, he did his part by answering the call for aid and providing it. Despite the desire to keep doing exactly that, Steve couldn’t help an entity he didn’t really know, that he couldn’t even see.

Just about to swing his leg over the middle seam of his bike for the last time, Steve’s eyes widened as the mailbox’s little red flag soared up into its standing position. A gasp left Steve’s lips – he was so dumbfounded that he tripped over himself trying to dismount his bike. A quick roll to the ground proved Steve’s hurry; he dusted himself off as he got up and opened the front of the box without hesitation.

He felt a whole lot better about himself upon seeing the folded up paper with his name on the back – this time, it was noticeably without any blood.

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March 26, 1986

Steve,

I take it by the way you last wrote about ‘your time’ that you’re not my Steve, but a Steve from some other year – my best guess in 1984 based on the date you included. That’s two who years in the past for me.

I’m sitting in the middle of a hive mind in an alternate dimension, yet I have such a hard time believing that. What the fuck is wrong with this world, man?

On the bright side of things, the stuff you passed through the mailbox came in clutch. I finally feel like I can fend for myself now that I don’t pour blood from each bite every time I turn from my back to my side. You saved my life, Harrington. I appreciate the efforts, especially for a stranger like me.

Can you tell me anymore about the Eddie of your time’s disappearance? It’s crazy to think that being trapped here means I cease to exist in the real world. I wonder if I’ll simply fade into obscurity one day. If you stop answering my letters, will I float away like dust on the wind?

I wonder if that means I’m dead in my reality..

I know you don’t know any of those answers, so I’m sorry for putting that burden on you. I’ve been up in my feels the last couple of days – it’s lonely around here, Steve. There’s no sign of life at all, not in the sky, not in the long black vines that tangle their way through each area of the world. I haven’t been up for exploring much, but there’s nothing – it’s just me and thousands of bat corpses.

I’ve never been so honest in my life but it’s easier to write the words than actually say them out loud. I’m terrified, Steve. I feel a little more fear each day that passes. But, maybe that’s a good thing.  

Write back when you can –

Yours,

Eddie.

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Leaning against the mailbox, Steve clutched Eddie’s letter in his hands – after reading such desperate words, Steve needed to ground himself in the moment he actually existed in. He felt the visceral nature of Eddie’s fear; deep in the bottom of his heart where Steve banished all his give a shit, a stirring occurred. New life was settling in.

Everything about the way Eddie wrote pulled on Steve’s insides, spurring him on even further.

After pocketing the letter, Steve was quick to dig into his bag for the little notebook he made sure to have with him. He flipped open the top and started writing furiously.

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March 26, 1984

Eddie,

Wait – I’m yours in 1986? Not me, but the Steve in your time… you know what I mean!

Anyway –

I think the denial of our reality is the brain’s way of protecting us. At least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself since I learned about all this supernatural stuff. I hate to break it to you, but the time difference is one of the easiest parts of this whole thing to stomach.

The fact that you’re still alive but my time’s you has disappeared? Well, that’s a bit harder to take down.

I’m glad the medical stuff helped. Joyce Byers was surprisingly helpful, despite the many, many questions I knew she wanted to ask me. When her suspicions blow over a little bit, I’ll head back there and get you more supplies. Do you need anything specific? A spear or chainsaw, perhaps?

All joking aside, I wish I knew some of the things you’re asking me. The news said Eddie seemingly disappeared out of thin air and from the looks of it, that’s exactly what happened. There’s no signs or evidence of any crime or that Eddie simply ran away. Your van is still parked like shit in the yard in front of your trailer..

If it helps any, I don’t have any intention of not answering your letters. I want to get to the bottom of this, just like you do. There’s obviously something going on that’s linked us together. Let’s beat this thing and get you home safe, okay

Do you have any information that might help? The last thing I heard about the Upside Down was that it and its creatures were destroyed. Chief Hopper was very specific about that.

Obviously, that’s not the case. So I’m at a loss. What happened between 1984 and 1986 that made everything so messy?

I’m here for you, Eddie. Don’t give up.

We’ll figure things out.

Steve.

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The letter took up more pages than Steve initially thought, though he admittedly didn’t see a way or reason to shorten it. He checked over his spelling, even thought about striking out the first line a couple of times (he seemed a little eager, despite not really understanding why), before folding it up and pushing into the mailbox. Anxiety didn’t have time to swoop in and change his mind. Not today.

It was satisfying to see the little red flag on the side of the box drop down to its original position almost immediately. Obviously, Eddie was waiting for his correspondence on the other end of the line. Steve’s heart raced a little at the thought – despite the danger Eddie and himself and the rest of the town were in, Steve couldn’t help but feel a kick of warmth in his chest. He was connecting with someone and that felt better than good.

Steve spent the next few minutes walking through the maze of trailers around Eddie’s place to distract himself. He left his bike on the ground by the mailbox, just in case he needed to grab the next letter and run. It was oddly peaceful, though, the quiet of the trailer park – the rest of the world seemed to miss the memo and went on spinning around him. It seemed like people never took the time to see past the end of their noses, no matter what the struggle was.

One missing kid wasn’t going to change that.

Still, Steve wondered if the people around saw him and didn’t care or wrote him off as another one of the neighborhood hoodlums. He didn’t drive his fancy car here for a reason, though hiding completely wasn’t it. Maybe he was blending in a little too well.

The necessity of those thoughts became unimportant when the red flag on the mailbox popped up again. Steve dropped his musings in the dirt in favor of reading Eddie’s next words.

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March 26, 1986

Steve,

I should have chosen my words more wisely. Steve, him, you – are not mine in any way. I simply used that possessive pronoun as a way to distinguish you from the Steve of my time. No matter how much I might want what you’re suggesting, I doubt the universe would ever be so kind.

Mrs. Byers is a smart woman. I never knew her all that well but she always treated me right whenever I walked into her store. Not a lot of people did that in Hawkins, so I know she’s just worried for you.

From what I hear, she’s seen some shit – just like the rest of us.

I think I have it covered weapons wise, but I could use some more food. Maybe Honeycomb cereal if you can fit the bag in the mailbox. I’d kill for something crunchy like that. And cigarettes!

I don’t understand a single bit how this world works, Steve. Up until a handful of days ago, I was ignorant of demobats and Vecna. So gloriously ignorant. I thought all of that junk only existed in the D&D handbooks I drew all of my campaign inspiration from. You and Dustin Henderson were the experts of all things Upside Down when it became necessary to fill me in. In fact, it’s weird to be talking to a version of you that’s not completely in the loop. You’re a bit of a mother hen in 1986.

Speaking of Dustin, maybe that’s your next move. That kid is a scary genius who puzzled out every single problem we came across. I always knew he was brainy, but the way his mind works is fucking fantastic. He’s a conceded little shit about it, though. Play up his ego, explain yourself, and maybe you’ll find an ally in all of this.

I wish I knew more but I’m just as blind in this as you are. If you bring me specific questions, I may be able to answer them, though. I’ve been surviving here for days now.

Speaking of, it’s getting too dangerous to be standing out in the open, waiting for your letters to come. I’m going to head into my makeshift fortress for tonight and buckle down.

Write me back tomorrow.

And find Dustin!

I know he’ll help.

Nighty night, Stevie.

Yours,

Eddie.

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For a reason Steve refused to name, his mind lingered on that first paragraph. There was a longing that Steve figured only existed in his own heart. He lived a life where no one, not even the people who were supposed to, loved him. At least, not for the person he genuinely was. The feeling brought about isolation that Steve hated living in. Eddie, it seemed, understood a little bit about that.

Not for the first time, Steve wondered about his future self. There had to be a reason he became so protective of the people he cared about. An event or something must’ve whipped Steve into shape, making him the kind of person who had others willing to be looked after by him. What a concept that was. Steve hoped, no matter what happened, that his story wouldn’t change too much.

Future Steve seemed to have so much going for him.

Shaking his head of those pesky thoughts, Steve put Eddie’s letter with the last two in his pocket for safe keeping. Despite Dustin’s previous interaction with the Upside Down, Steve knew he needed to have a bit of evidence to make his story plausible. If Steve were on the other end of the explanation he was about to give, he’d certainly want some proof. Mostly because the journey they were about to embark on was risky, seemingly impossible even.

Steve allowed himself one last lingering look at the mailbox before hopping onto his bike to make the trip back into Hawkins proper. The Henderson house wasn’t all that far from his own, so the ride wouldn’t be wasted, regardless of Dustin’s decision.

As the road passed underneath his feet, Steve tried to think of the best way to present all the facts he was going to bombard Dustin with. It was increasingly difficult to brainstorm a situation that Steve really didn’t understand all that well himself. He had the letters and eyes that could melt a girl’s heart – aside from that, Steve’s negotiation skills weren’t all that fine-tuned. He never needed to be anything but smooth in his past life. Dustin Henderson would not be impressed by a soft smile and sweetly spoken words.

Still not all that sure of himself, Steve hesitated at the end of Dustin’s driveway. It was starting to get dark, so Steve needed to act fast. Mothers never took too kindly to social calls once the sun went down.

Collecting all the courage he had, Steve dropped his bike in the grass and walked up the stone walkway. He tried to keep his steps even and fluid but impatience was quickly winning out. The last few steps were practically running strides. Though it was silly, Steve felt so much better now that he was finally face to face with Dustin’s front door.

Before he could knock, the heavy wood opened on its own accord. Steve took a step back in surprise but the emotion was stopped in his tracks – Dustin was looking at him with expectancy written all over his face. It was odd to see such a mature expression on Dustin’s young face. Shock turned to anticipation and anxiety very fast.

“I was wondering when you were going to show up. One more day and I would have hunted you down myself.” Dustin spoke as he opened the door a little wider and gestured for Steve to come inside. When he hesitated, Dustin huffed and rolled his eyes. “I know what you’re here about. Come inside, Steve. We’ve got lots to talk about.”

[chrysanthemumpink]

Idk, I just feel like he's not moving forward. And when we used to argue, id wonder if we could just get through it with love or whatever. But now, I don't know if there's even enough to get through. It feels like I'm slowly out growing him. Which is way worse than falling out of love with him.

Like we had this conversation about a "million dollar home." And maybe he thought we were just joking and maybe we were. But after some superficial google researchers, if we both made 6 figures, it would be possible. Nothing too crazy. I make 100,000k and he does too, we can have/own this thing. Between the two of us, there's literally 7 professional degrees. It's hard, really hard, but not impossible.

But he's barely done anything. To be perfectly honest, he hasn't grown much since the first day we met. That was 6 years ago. And I'm not saying, I've done a lot. But I'm not at square one anymore. Ever since that conversation, I've been working towards a relatively stable future.

And he's not lazy. He's really not. He doesn't do anything that makes him unhappy or uncomfortable. He prioritizes what makes him happy in the moment, never long term. And it's almost like he's incapable of invisioning something and actually working towards it.

I don't bring it up because that's the exact thing he's very very self conscious about. Like he says he hates Instagram because it makes him very jealous and resentful. He feels like he hasn't accomplished anything. He's 35.

And I think he does genuinely want more for himself. But won't do anything that will make him grow bc he keeps landing in things that keep him comfortable in one place. I've watched him turn down jobs and not seek opportunities because he doesn't like them. But he doesn't even try. He might like it if he did

Off topic, but there were times, maybe a year ago when there'd just be messages and pictures from girls. But these girls were like 21-25. Just reflecting on things, I guess, but I know 35 year old women his age would never give him the time of day. Heck, I'm 27. And I'm getting to my wits end.

And I have tried. I have tried to make him interrogate why he's willing to even entertain girls that young. Like the fact that you can have conversations with these people in their early 20s is a huge problem.

Then theres other times when he says he keeps me around because it's getting harder and harder to find a woman with no kids.

I don't know what I'm saying anymore. But he took this job overseas, without telling anyone. And yes, it's an amazing opportunity and yes it's fun to travel. But it's not an excuse to do yet another thing that absolves him from any responsibility. And it sure doesn't pay any kind of salary

There is no nice way to say this. But I wish he'd get a job. And actually do the things that wouldn't leave him jealous of his friends Instagram posts. Money isn't everything. It really isn't. And this isn't about money at all. It's just that he's living life as if he were a college student. We met as grad students so I lived the same way too. But when Im with him, its like we're still college kids.

And I don't want to be a college student anymore. I want a grown up. And I want a grown up partner.

There's just genuinely no way to bring that up nicely or while avoiding the insecurities that already exist. But if we break up and he dates another 23 year old, I can't say I didn't warn him

[taestefully-in-luv]

I know your requests are closed but in case you reopening them, can you do Taehyung + #11 from Part I prompts pleaseeeee🥺🥺🥺

Prompt: “Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?”

Pairing: Taehyung x female reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: unprotected sex

A/N: This request was supposed to be one of the lasts but I got inspired for this prompt hehe so enjoy! Sorry it’s a little longer than the others!

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Taehyung drops his suitcase to the floor, exhaling a deep, frustrated breath as he eyes the room.

“Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?” he huffs out, rolling his eyes to the back of his head. “I already have to go on this fucking trip with you, then we have to share a room…and now there is only one fucking bed. Of course.” He complains with a dark expression with a harsh blush on his cheeks. You don’t notice though.

You feel your own anger bubble over but you decide to laugh. Yes, you laugh because this whole situation is one cruel joke from the universe. This earns a look of disapproval from Taehyung. He shakes his head at you as you continue to chuckle, you not totally or completely caring about his judgements. You would be in this complete shit show with none other than Kim Taehyung. Your nemesis.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” He states and you give him a pointed look.

“What couch? Taehyung look at this piece of shit room. We only have the bed and a chair.” You point out knowingly, “You can sleep on the floor though.”

“Like hell I am sleeping on the god damn floor.” He is pissed you would even suggest such a thing. “I’ll sleep on one end and you on the other.”

“Afraid I have cooties?” you ask with a smirk and he rolls his eyes at you, quite hard.

“Something like that.” He spits out, grabbing his suit case off the floor and setting it on the bed. “I’ll shower first.” He unzips his luggage and pulls out some of his belongings.

“Fine.”

You and Taehyung have been working together post college, you knew him in university though…quite well. You two were always in ongoing competitions in your classes—and you shared a lot of classes. You and he never quite got along, you two always finding something to argue about instead.

Then you both happened to apply to the same job and both got accepted…only furthering your ongoing competition of one upping another. You try to stay out of his hair though…you are aware you two don’t get along well….too much tension. And you are an adult now with an adult job that you take seriously, so you try to avoid Taehyung.

Unfortunately, your boss paired you two together for an overnight trip, and your company didn’t have the budget for two rooms—just the one. Taehyung offered to pay for another room but apparently the hotel only has the one, so here you two are with one room and one bed.

You place your own luggage on the bed and begin taking out your bed time clothes, your shampoo, your conditioner and your body wash. It’s been like, 30 minutes and he still in the bathroom. You sit on the bed and wait patiently, scrolling through your phone and mindlessly watching YouTube videos when finally Taehyung exits the bathroom.

You don’t even look at him as you stand from the bed with your things, you turn to head towards the bathroom, walking through the small room. Really your company couldn’t do better than this?

“There better be hot water, Taehyung.” You throw the comment over your shoulder and you hear Taehyung snicker from behind you.

“I guess you’ll find out.”

You force yourself to take a nice, deep breath trying to calm your nerves. Kim Taehyung is always trying to get on them any way he can. While you try to ignore him, he always makes his presence known.

“You’re such a child. I feel bad for you girlfriend.” You close the bathroom door with a little bit of force.

Your shower was…not freezing, at least. But you prefer it a bit on the warmer side. You clean the fogged up mirror with a towel and take a good look at yourself. You look tired, just plain tired. You dry off completely and slip on your panties and a bralette, they’re cute and comfortable.

You’re about to pull your t shirt over when you catch something in the corner of your eye. A mother fucking roach. You feel your whole body crawling with them as you stare at the one bug. You yelp out, throwing your t shirt over the bug…this causes Taehyung to rush to the bathroom door and ask what’s wrong over and over.

“y/n??? Hey, you okay???” his panicked voice goes unnoticed by you as you back into the bathroom door. “Unlock the door!” he begins rattling the doorknob, trying to get it open.

You finally notice the door shaking, and his stressed voice on the other side. Without thinking you hurry to unlock the door and open it. Taehyung’s eyes expand at least 4 times their size as he eyes you. You’re basically naked!

“Where the fuck are your clothes?” Taehyung stutters as he speaks, his eyes raking your half naked body.

“Roach! Roach!” you yell, pointing at the direction of your t shirt. “He’s there! He’s under my shirt!!!” you can’t help but walk impossibly close to Taehyung, grabbing a hold of his bicep with one arm while your other points down across the bathroom.

Taehyung feels himself freeze under your touch, your small hand trying to wrap itself around his arm. He tries to pull himself together though, slowly pulling your hand away from him.

“It’s under your shirt?” he asks quietly. “Why the fuck would you throw your shirt over it?” He can’t help the amused smile that paints itself on his face.

Taehyung walks towards the shirt and slowly lifts it up, his eyebrows begin climbing to the top of his forehead as he notices no sign of any roach.

“Uh oh.” He says calmly.

“Uh oh, what?” You walk closer to him, staying behind him as your arms go to grab both of his arms. “What?” You whine.

“It’s gone.” He says, then he shakes the T shirt around, but no bug falls out. Then he’s turning around to face you and his face goes unbelievably red.

“Here, put this one.” He throws the shirt at you and you jump back, your face gone pale.

“As if I am wearing that now!” you say as your voice cracks. You pinch your brows together as you think of what to do. “I don’t have any other shirts…” you pout and Taehyung looks at you and rolls his eyes.

“Just wear the god damn shirt, y/n.”

“No….” you frown at him and he almost feels bad for you. “I don’t want to sleep with the shirt a bug just touched.

“You are so ridiculous.” He scoffs, “I have an extra t shirt…although I don’t know which shirt you would avoid mo—”

“I’ll take the shirt!” you cut him off with an excited smile and he raises a brow at you.

“Really?” he walks past you in the bathroom, his shoulder bumping yours and you feel the heat rush to your cheeks.

“Well…it’s almost on the same level as the bug shirt but yeah, I’ll take it,” you lightly tease.

“Fine. But also can you please, I mean, please put some pants on…” Taehyung walks into the room, takes out his luggage and pulls out an extra shirt. You follow him in the room and catch the shirt when he throws it over to you.

“Thanks…” You mumble. You begin to pull it over your head, sniffing it as you do so. It smells like him. Something soft, yet deep. A scent you can’t find anywhere else.

“Let’s just try to sleep now.” Taehyung pulls back the covers and slips inside the bed. You on the other hand look at him like he is crazy.

“You think I can fall asleep with a roach on the loose?” you whisper shout, like as if the bug might hear you.

“You’ll have to try.” He mumbles lamely.

You huff out a short puff of air as you walk closer to the bed. Fine, you will try to fucking sleep. You pull back your side of the covers and get into the bed, pulling the sheets and blanket close to your face. You turn on your side, your back facing Taehyung and hide your nose and chin inside the t shirt. You feel yourself getting lost in its scent.

Maybe 20 minutes or so passes when you notice how restless Taehyung is…he keeps moving around, sighing out and lightly groaning. You are having a hard time falling asleep too but jeez, he is fucking dramatic. You decide to make conversation even though he will probably tell you to fuck off.

“Thanks for saving me earlier.” You whisper, turning yourself to lay on your other side, facing Taehyung.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” He says instead of ‘you’re welcome’.

“What?”

“Earlier you said you feel bad for my girlfriend.” He turns on his side to face you, “But I don’t have one? So, I don’t know why you said that.”

“Aren’t you dating that girl you are always with? You guys are always at the coffee maker, giggling and shit.”

“Wait…Pauline?” he starts chuckling. “She’s cool. We have a lot in common…like, girls.” He continues to laugh as you get the hint.

“Oh.” You say, blinking up at the ceiling. “Well, even if it’s not her, I’m sure you have someone.”

“Why are you so concerned with my dating life?” Taehyung scoots a little closer to you. “You hate me. So why do you care?”

“You are the one who hates me. Not the other way around.”

Taehyung narrows his eyes at you before he starts shaking his head over and over. He slowly closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath.

“No. You hate me.” He says matter of fact. “I don’t hate you.”

“You so do hate me!”

“Well, I only hate you because you hate me!”

“But I don’t hate you!” You begin to sit up in bed, the blankets falling down your body. “You are annoying, yes. But I don’t hate you.”

Taehyung sits up in bed as well, he crosses his arms over his chest and exhales a deep breath.

“So you don’t hate me? I don’t hate you? Then why are we always fighting?”

“I don’t know, we have been fighting since college…I don’t know what else to do with all this energy I have for you.” You admit.

“Energy?” Taehyung tilts his head, “You mean, the tension?”

“Yeah.” You gulp. “The tension. This tension means we fight, right?”

“Well, what else could it mean?”

You swallow down the lump in your throat as you sit here…you know exactly what I could mean but you aren’t about to admit that right now. Taehyung has to know too, right? He isn’t that dumb is he?

“y/n…” he says your name differently than he has ever said it…like as if he had practiced to say it that way and he finally got to say it out loud. The softness in his voice is mesmerizing, his usual bite gone altogether.

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss—”

“Yes.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen at how quickly you respond, his mouths fall open and his heart starts racing. He really though you hated him…he really thought he had no chance…he really thought that hating you back was the only way for you two to have any sort of relationship.

“Be honest with me.” He begins, scooting even closer to you. “Have you thought about me before? Kissing you?...Touching you?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me how it started.” He grows warmer just talking to you like this. “Please.” His deep voice somehow goes lower with every word he speaks to you.

“Back in college…” You gulp, “You and I had a group presentation…I wanted to be in charge. But you kept talking over me—”

“Sorry…”

“I went home that night so angry, that the only thing that could calm me was to touch myself. And your stupid face is all I could think of.”

“Was that the only time you touched yourself thinking about me?” Taehyung’s hand crawls up your arm, until his hand is at your jaw.

“No.” you admit, your breathing becomes unsteady. “That was just the first.”

Taehyung’s thumb brushes against your cheek and you feel yourself grow impatient. You want him to kiss you. You want him to touch you. Years and years of pent up frustrations—

“When was the last time—”

“Shower.” You rush to say. “My mind was going crazy at the thought of sharing a bed with you.”

Taehyung smirks at you, his long fingers still at your jaw, he tightens his hold and he begins leaning into your space.

“Do you want me y/n?”

You feel your entire body shiver, you feel goosebumps rise on your skin and you feel the heat creep all over your body.

“Yes Taehyung.”

His lips crash into yours, they move against you with rushed desperation. Your hands immediately go to his hair, tugging on the strands, somehow pulling him even closer to you. You can’t help the moan that escapes your poor, weak body as his hands explore you. They start at your jaw but are soon traveling down your body. He cups your breasts in his hands, you groan when he squeezes them. Then you feel his fingertips graze down your stomach until he reaches the waistband of your shorts.

“Can we take these off?” Taehyung asks between kisses. “Please.”

“But you practically begged for me to put them on earlier.” You smirk as you kiss him back with passion.

“And I’ll beg for you to take them off.” He smiles in your kiss and you can’t help but roll your hips to his little idea.

“C’mere.” He guides you by the hips to straddle his lap. Your legs on either side of his as you start moving your hips back and forth, you can feel his member growing beneath you with every roll of your hips.

“Take it out on me.” He says between his erratic breaths. “How angry I have made you. I want you to take it out on me.”

“Okay.” You agree easily, your hand going to his throat. You squeeze lightly as you start riding his clothed dick. You grind into him, hard and fast. He meets you half way, thrusting up, his hard member rubbing against your clit so deliciously.

You look down at him, your eyes meeting his when he smirks at you. God, he looks so good like this. He’s totally fucked out, sweat dribbling down the side of his forehead, his tongue continuously darting out to wet to puffy lips.

“I need you.” You pant out, “Right now.”

Taehyung nods his head in understanding. He stops his hips from moving, lifts you up slightly as you both work on dragging his shorts and briefs down. His cock bounces off his lower abdomen in freedom, his swollen member leaking with precum. You rush to take your shorts and panties off and go back to his lap.

“Condom?” He asks, out of breath.

“Are you clean? I’m on birth control…plus, I’m clean.” You say quickly, the anticipation killing you.

“Yes, I’m all good.” He grabs his cock in his hand and starts pumping himself. “Now, please.” He whines.

You nod, hovering over his length, replacing his hand with yours as you take a deep breath before you are sinking down onto it. You whimper at the feeling since he is so big. He’s long, he’s thick and he is destroying you just by entering you.

“You okay?” His hand goes to cup your jaw and you try to nod your head. “Take your time.”

“You’re so fucking big…” you sink lower and lower, his cock filling you to the brim. “But it feels so good.” You say between rough breaths.

“You feel incredible, y/n….” his hands goes to your hips and he begins to help raise you up, you lift yourself off his length and slam back down. You are finally getting adjusted to his size that you’re able to rise and fall on his cock over and over.

Taehyung’s hands go to your ass cheeks, he squeezes them as he helps you rise and sink on his cock, your thighs burning as you ride him faster and faster. Your hand finds its way back to his throat and you push him back on the bed. He lays down as you ride him, his moans and your moans filling in the small space of the room.

“Fuck…so tight.” He slams his eyes shut as you make him feel so fucking good. “y/n…y/n…” He starts chanting your name.

“Help me…” you fall forward, your chest hovering over his as you start kissing him. Your tongue pushes past his lips and he tangles his tongue with yours immediately. Taehyung begins thrusting forward from beneath you. He fucks into you so hard and so fast that your vision starts to blur. He is hitting your spot with every brush of his dick and it just intensifies when you feel his fingers on your clit.

“I’m gonna come Taehyung…” you warn him, your erratic breathing hitting his face. “So fucking close…please don’t stop.”

Taehyung opens his eyes to look at you, he fucks you harder now. The sounds of his skin slapping your skin making this sound all the more filthy. He moans over and over because he is also so close.

“Where should I come?” He pants out, “Tell me now!” his body begins to tense as you reach back and fondle his balls. “Oh fuck!!” he screams, “y/n! y/n!”

“Inside me.” You lean down and kiss the side of his neck.

Taehyung thrusts so fucking quickly before he is stilling his desperate hips and shooting his cum inside you. His eyes shoot open as he comes, his body wanting to give out on him but he endures. He squeezes his eyes shut as he starts fucking you harder again, his fingers rubbing tight circles on your bundle of nerves. Your high pitched moans making Taehyung feel high as fuck. You finally yell out, whimpering in his ear as you come undone all over his cock, creaming it and soaking it. You feel your orgasm hit you so fucking hard that you collapse on top of Taehyung’s body. He wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly, your sweaty bodies mingling together.

“Wow.” You say, out of breath.

“Yeah, wow.”

Taehyung slowly slips his softening member out of you and winces, the feeling alone so overwhelming. He rolls your bodies over until you are both on your sides facing one another, he smiles at you and you feel yourself go shy.

“Just to be clear…you don’t hate me, right?” You ask.

“Does it look like I hate you?” he teases, reaching out and putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “I think we have a lot of years to make up for.”

“I don’t want this to be just about sex.” You say quietly. Taehyung’s eyes go wide at your words before he is smiling for you again.

“That wasn’t my intention.” He admits, “Maybe a date first?”

“Or a few.” You joke.

“We have years to make up for y/n, so it’ll be more than just a few dates.” He leans over and kisses your forehead.

“Are you still going to be annoying at work?” you stick your tongue out, Taehyung rolls his eyes playfully at you.

“It’s just healthy competition” he leans forward and kisses your lips this time. “And if I make you mad you can always just…take it out on me…” another kiss.

“You should make me mad more often then.”

"You mean even more mad?" He laughs.

"Yes."

[cloudystevie]

Omg so you asked for a request and I’m here to share my ✨ thots ✨..... age gap relation with Chris were he spoils you like crazy all the time and you feel a little bad for him spoiling you so you decide to properly thank him if you know what I mean wink wink. Lol so definitely sugar daddy vibes and also daddy daddy vibes lol - 🧸

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pairing: sugar daddy! chris evans x sugar baby! reader

warnings: sugar daddy/baby relationship, daddy kink, oral m receiving, degradation, implied thigh riding and i havent written in a while so its kinda bad lol

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a loud squeal fills the air of chris’ lavish bedroom that you had practically claimed as you own- when you open up the newest present chris had bought you

it was a cartier bracelet, one he had seen you eyeing the last time you two went shopping and you had worked so hard this week (who cares that it was only monday)

chris tried to supress his smile when you jump into his lap and cover his bearded face in kisses, smothering him in affection in return for the newest edition to your designer jewelry collection- that chris was always keeping stocked

and as much as you were now used to this arrangement- chris spoiling you and he asked for nothing in return save for your company which you were more than willing to give him

you wanted to properly thank him, really show how much you appreciate him

he cups your cheek in his large palm, “what do we say pretty girl?”

“thank you daddy! i love it so so so much!!!”

pulling you onto his lap, he clasps the bracelet around your wrist and you giggle once again, wrapping your arms around his neck as you admire the diamonds adorning your hand

he smiles, looking back into your eyes and he sees something more mischievous, devious in the special glint of your eye

he quirks a brow when you sink down to your knees, and he’s quick to scold you for pressing your bare knees to the floor because he didn’t want you in any discomfort

“what are you doing you little minx?”

you don’t respond, only take a teasing kitten lick over his bulge and he groans, already half hard and he’s well on his way to being fully hard if you keep doing what you are

“wanna make you feel good too daddy. can i pretty please?” you whimper sweetly and chris is gone

he nods his head, and you take that as your permission to unbuckle his belt and unzip him slowly- teasing him to which he tuts at you, holding onto the base of your neck

“don’t tease daddy sweetheart, you know what that’ll get you don’t you?” he warns

you whimper, and suck at the thumb he has resting on your bottom lip, making a show of getting his finger messy and you can practically see him getting impossibly hard underneath you, so for both of your relief you pull the band of his boxers down with your teeth, making sure he’s watching your every move as one of his hands fists the bedsheet and the other grasps your neck

his thick cock pops up and hits his abdomen and your mouth waters and itches to lick the pre-cum running down his shaft so you do and he groans at the sensation

you moan against him at the taste and the vibrations shoot up his spine and add to the stimulation you’re giving him

you begin to lightly lap at his tip, rolling your tongue around his sensitive area and using one of your hands to run up and down his length after spitting onto it and the other to play with his balls just the way he taught you

he moans, head falling back and hand tightening around your neck, “fuck sweetheart, just like that.”

you practically glow at the praise and it makes you want to work even harder to get more of a reaction out of him

your new bracelet shines and shimmers under the lighting of the room, the sight turning chris on much more than he thinks it should

you pull away for air, eyes watering and mascara running down your face and chris runs a hand under your eye, wiping your tears away

you make quick work to get back to taking more of him in your mouth, your nose hitting the hair at the base of his cock and feeling his tip hit the back of your throat when he twitches inside of you, a long gravelly moan pulling from his chest

your jaw aches as you take him all the way inside of you, but you know it’s making him feel good when he bucks his hips into your face

“fuck baby, gonna let me fuck your little throat? shit-”

he moans at the sight of the bulge in your throat, fucking your face with his cock at a faster speed and all you can do is sit there and take it- you love it when your daddy used you like this, especially because he took care of you and was busy at work all day

your arousal drips down your thighs at every one of his grunts and moans, you’re grinding your hips into the air pathetically hoping to get some sort of friction

chris sees and chuckles cockily, “is your pussy this wet from having a cock in your mouth? you’re such a little whore aren’t you baby?” he mocks you and you whine muffled by his dick

he fucks your face harder, chasing his quickly approaching release and when his balls slap against your chin he grunts, eyebrows knitting together in pleasure

“you gonna swallow my cum like a good bitch? fuck- i’m cumming shit-”

the sight of you on your knees, throat getting fucked and cheeks stained with makeup is enough to push chris over the edge so he cums with a shout of your name

his cum spills into your throat and you moan, coughing and spluttering when he finally pulls himself out of your mouth and you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, looking at him expectantly

“did i make you feel good daddy?” you question innocently, tilting your head to rest on his thigh and he smiles, patting the muscle and you happily take a seat on his lap

“you made daddy feel so good it’s only fair he returns the favour right?”

you whimper, burying your face into his chest and gasping sharply when he bounces his leg up but he simply smirks-

“ride daddy’s thigh like a good girl and maybe then i’ll fuck your wet little cunt.”

[moxfirefly]

Oooohh for the NSFW prompts, I'm hesitating between 23 or 48 for Donnie (with a female reader), which are two different moods 😂 Whatever floats your boat 💜

Friend I adore what you provide us with on the daily so I’m gonna do both for you 🖤

I can make this shit work.

"Are you asking me to fuck you stupid right here?"

"I wanna take my time with you tonight."

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

"I wanna take my time with you tonight."

That had been his message when he had told you that he was on his way. Whenever Donatello wanted to ‘take his time’ with you, you knew far to well that it would be a delicious frustrating night ahead for you. The tall terrapin had something that many of your past suitors did not, copious amounts of patience.

For lack of a better term, he was a fucking tease. He lived to wind you up too tight and taut you’d be a babbling begging mess in no time. It was half the fun for him, the other half was purely watching you come apart thanks to him. It wasn’t about chasing his own pleasure, he got his fill by giving you yours. You had stricken gold with him nevertheless.

True to his words he had taken his time.

He had taken his god damn sweet ass fucking time.

Donnie had written every numerical equation with his tongue in between your legs and then he planned to write more just to see how far he could take you before something like Latin started dripping out of your mouth. The heat that had broken out on your skin was a testament to your own desire to prove him wrong. You had white knuckled the sheets to the point of pain, you had squished his head with your thighs in such a way you were sure he must have a headache by now.

He only led up for a few seconds whenever he caught your hands pushing his face further into your folds. Chanting how close you were, how close you were to cumin and just as you felt that band at its breaking point, he would seize all movement of his tongue.

Donnie had the fucking audacity to chuckle against your thighs when you felt actually close to sobbing. You sought out his mouth by lifting your hips, enticing and lulling him with your scent but he was drunk enough on it. Being wrapped up in your taste, your desire staining your inner thighs and his chin. A tentative poke of his tongue on your overheated and engorged clit only proved to shock you. For a brief second he felt the need to test out a theory that with just poking his tongue he could probably unravel you into pieces.

Your sweaty face found his brown orbs, staring up at you with every intention to drive you crazy. As he stuck his tongue out, a long and slow languid lick, you felt your pride and resolve shattering. It was there, in the sweat that beaded down down your neck and onto your breast.

He had to be suffering, right?

He couldn’t just hold off this much?

Even he had to want to bury himself and forget all logical thought and chase his own desire within your heat...

Right?

When Donnie pulled back you were ready to legitimately cry your thanks. You were ready to swallow every last bit of pride and praise him to such an extent that he would only need to pay his thanks back by finishing you off. You ran your hands up his long torso, enjoying the way he tensed up with desire. His member had been steadily leaking by the looks and feel of it, it rested just at your navel, close enough for you to grip it and slide him in home.

Your chest heaved, each greedy intake of air making your breast sway enticingly for him. His churr was evidence enough, as he examined the wreck he had turned you into with some patience and his mouth. He leaned down and licked in between your breasts, pressing his face onto sweaty and heated flesh. Maybe his patience is running thin, maybe it’s the chance to get him to give into those baser needs.

“Mhm, come on” You lift your hips rhythmically, each sway making his length slide in between your lips, each movement making him coated with your juices. For a few seconds you have him trapped, eyes closed and hips following your hypnotic moves. Donnie’s eyes flutter open, large fingers gripping your hips and stalling your movements.

“Aren’t we sneaky” He smiles.

You feel your body tremble, you have never craved release this bad, so much so that you feel you can throw a tantrum over it. Smacking your hands on his chest you whine and the bastard smirked.

“Donnie if you don’t fuck me this very moment I’m going to explode, I’m going to fucking go mad” You clasp your hands behind his neck, urgency and need in your eyes and voice. He chuckled, the absolute bastard just chucked.

“I’m begging you! Please fuck me!” You pull him down, and kiss him feverishly, so much so you can taste yourself perfectly. It only serves for more heat to spread through your already hot skin. You let go of his lips with every intention to find your release and push him towards his own.

Turning onto your stomach you lift your bottom and feel a gutural noise travel out of his throat. Donnie’s hands land on your rear and lower back. “Please please please” You chant, pushing your thighs together for friction. You reach back to grip his hand and urge it towards your hair. “I wanna feel you so bad, please Donnie I don’t know how else to fucking say it, fuck me” You moan when he grips a chunk of your locks, hips pressed forward.

"Are you asking me to fuck you stupid right here?" You’re pushing back against him, the heaviness of his cock making your eyes roll back with anticipation. “Fuck me stupid please!” You don’t care, to hell with pride.

To hell with it. You feel your eyes water in relief when he pushes into you, it’s so easy with how absurdly wet you are and that mere fact makes Donnie mumble out ‘fucking hell’ so softly you’re sure he tried to swallow it. The genius is lost, high on the sensation of how you flex and grip him, that first slap is so wet sounding that Donnie’s hips stutter. He’s made this mess of you, and no matter how many times he manages to do so, it never stops amazing him. He keeps your rear up even if your thighs are trembling, later he’ll be upset about bruising you but right now he likes the contrast of his hands on your flesh, squeezing and pulling.

“Such a perfect, good girl” He enunciates each praise with a slam of his hips. You’re babbling already, honestly you don’t care, complete embarrassing nonsense could leave your mouth if it meant he could keep this up. Donnie marvels at the site before him, he’s always enjoyed the contrast in size, the way his dark length disappears in your pink folds, how perfectly he stretches it.

He pushes you down on the bed, thrust getting quicker, messier and harder. He keeps most of his weight off of you by supporting himself on his forearms, but the proximity is perfect for you. The burn of his plastron rubbing against you makes you moan. Your fingers wiggle towards him and he understands, he wraps a forearm around your neck and it hits you.

Your release crashes in and around you, so hard your barely able to make a proper sound. Donnie knows you’re cumin by how impossible tight you get, so much so you almost push him out with how ridiculously wet you are. A mixture of an inhale and a sob leave you. “That’s my fucking girl” Donnie groans into your hair, unrelenting pace not letting up.

When he buries himself with one final thrust you feel the intensity of his orgasm, each rope making your toes curl. It’s enough to almost nudge another surge of need from you. He’s churring so much, so deeply it makes your hot skin breakout in goosebumps. Gusts of warm air hit the back of your neck as Donnie tries to find the on switch in his brain after that, he’s panting and doesn’t want to collapse on you.

It’s scattered there on your neck,

‘I love you so much’

It’s mumbled onto your moist pillow,

‘I love you too’