#so my throats dry but it feels like theres something in it on the right side

[deadly-operating-system]

i think my uni has stopped doing online classes for normal people and this makes me soso sad (unavoidable 9am class)

[hellfiremunsonn]

A Helping Hand. Bestfriend! Steve Harrington x Reader

A Helping Hand.

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

Summary: Restless and horny, trying to sleep when, Steve offers to help his best friend out. Cause what are best friends for right?

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: fem!reader, f orgasm, m orgasm, best friend!Steve, swearing, kind of dry humping, Steve cums in his pants, fingering (f receiving) IF THERES ANYTHING ELSE I MISSED LET ME KNOW

Wordcount: 1841

It's been almost 45 minutes since you both got into bed and Steve can hear every time you sigh and feel every time you shift. You silently hope he's asleep because you really want to roll onto your other side but if he's even the slightest bit awake he'll make that sad little noise he does when you move away from him. The movie you were watching ended ten minutes ago, and you watched through the entire credits as they rolled up the screen until the VCR turned itself and the TV off.

You didn't get like this often, squirmy and unsettled, especially in the presence of Steve because he usually helped calm all of those things. So sleeping in his bed, on a Friday night after watching movies and hanging out, wasn't something you were new to. Something you were new to however, was the ever prominent throbbing of your clit that just wouldn't go away. You weren't blind, Steve was hot, he'd been hot the minute he hit puberty, and you were crushing on him years before that, but of course it was just simpler to settle as friends.

You never had that conversation with him, never jokingly asked "what would it be like if we dated" because you both knew it would just be like now, except with a little more sexual intimacy. You couldn't bare to hear what Steve would say, hear him laugh about how he could never see you like that, because that would hurt far more worse than if he wasn't attracted to you.

You sigh again, shifting slightly from where you lay, with your back pressed against his chest, almost uncomfortably warm, despite the cold weather outside. Steve instinctively pulls you closer to him in his tired state, but with his hand splayed across your stomach you can't help the small whimper that escapes you when your ass touches his hips behind you. You squint your eyes, hold your breath and go stiff in his arms, still hoping he was asleep enough to not catch the sound that just came out of you.

But of course, he did.

"You okay?" he mumbled softly, his warm breath fanning across the back of your neck.

"Y-yeah, sorry just thought you were asleep, you startled me a little" you lied, attempting to settle back into his pillows. Steves hand was searing hot where it was on your stomach, his fingers dipping slightly lower, the tips of his fingers trailing across the bare skin exposed from your shirt riding up.

"Steve" you breathed, trying to keep your composure.

He hummed, nuzzling his nose against the back of your neck.

"Steve, you- I- can't, I need you to-" you're stuttering over your words and Steve finds it all too amusing, smiling even though you can't see because he knows exactly what it is that you need. Steves not an idiot. Sure his heads been knocked loose one too many times, but he isn't blind when a female is this close to him and horny. So testing his luck he drops his hand a little lower, not much, but enough for your breath to hitch in your throat, and the rough pads of his fingers to coast across the elastic of your underwear that peak over the waistband of your sleep shorts.

"All you have to do is ask" he says nonchalantly, voice still raspy from almost falling asleep.

"What?" you ask, turning your head slightly, trying to get a glimpse of him behind you. "What are you t-talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about sweet thing" he laughs through his nose, nudging it once more against you. "You need something yeah?"

His hand slides lower.

No. This can't be happening can it? Your best friend is not about to slide his hand between your legs right now... Right?

"Say the word and I'll stop right now" he says while lowering his hand again, fingers dipping past the waistband of both your shorts and panties, trailing them lightly through the soft pubic hair at the top of your mound, until they slid between your slick folds, the palm of his hand just bumping past your clit.

You both moaned in unison. Steves hips instinctively pushed themselves against you harder, and you didn't hesitate to push back.

"Fucking christ, you're soaked" Steve mutters, slowly sliding his fingers up and down. "You been like this all night?"

"A little" you whisper, rolling your hips slowly against his fingers. "It got bad when we got into bed"

Steve lets out a little hum as he rocks his hips lightly into you, which only spurs you on. You're in bed with your best friend, riding his fingers like this is some casual thing you both do all the time.

"Is t-this weird?" You ask, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, when his fingers began rubbing slow circles.

"D'you want me to stop?" he says and halts his movements.

"No... Do you want to stop?" you ask suddenly panicked you made him uncomfortable.

He continues his circles "I wanna do a lot of things, but stopping isn't one of them"

You whimper and shove your face into his pillows. This isn't happening, this is a dream, and Steve Harrington can't be THIS good with his fingers right? But he's rubbing those perfect circles, and it somehow feels better than any time you've touched yourself. Bringing your orgasm to the surface almost suspiciously quickly.

"Steve" you say breathlessly, reaching down to grab his wrist, stopping him.

"Yeah? You okay?" he says leaning his chin on your shoulder to catch a glimpse at your face.

"Yeah" you laugh in disbelief "Really okay actually, but I uh, don't wanna cum yet" You swallow thickly, turning your head back just enough to look back at him. "I w-wanna help you too, but I'm not left handed"

In an instant Steves hand slips from between your legs, grabs you tightly by the waist and rolls you both over onto your other side, both of you now able to use your dominant hand.

"Better?" he asks, blowing a piece of hair away from his face.

"Yeah" you squeak, attempting to settle back into his pillows, now warm from where his head just was. You reach behind you slowly, trailing your hand across the expanse of his thigh before your fingertip made contact with his erection. He flinched slightly at the sudden touch, but eased into it, slowly sliding his hand back down across your stomach.

"Wanna take these off?" he asked quietly, finger sliding across the waistband of your shorts and panties.

"Kind of, but-" you admit trailed off, slowly beginning to palm him over his sweatpants, and from what you could tell, he definitely wasn't wearing boxers.

"But what?" his voice a whisper yet you could still hear the small groan that escaped when you squeezed him gently.

"S'not fair if I'm naked and you're not" you say with a hum, melting back into his hand when his fingers slipped into your panties once more.

"You'd still have a shirt on" he argued, and you could hear that stupid smirk spread across his face. "And" he teased, biting down on your shoulder quickly. "I'm already shirtless, so it's only fair" he emphasized. "If you take something off too"

You rolled your eyes, trying to think of something witty to say back but then he slipped a finger into you and every part of you melted. Your head dropped back forward into his pillows, mouth agape and brows scrunched together. You were sure you had started drooling but the way his finger slowly moved in and out of you, the way he curled it just enough, you didn't really care.

Hand halted over his hardened cock, unable to keep a rhythm when he was touching you like this. "I can't focus" you whine, trying to palm him once more.

"So don't baby" he breathed "Don't worry about me"

Your head dizzy with the way baby rolled off his tongue, so easily, so sweetly, it made your heart swell and tears prick in your eyes because goddamnit you were in love with your best friend and seconds away from cumming on his fingers.

So selfishly you moved your hand from him, bringing it to the hand between your legs, pressing it tightly against you while your hips rocked on their own accord.

"F-fuck Steve" you whimpered, turning your head into your shoulder.

"Yeah?" he laughed. He couldn't believe he had his best friend riding his fingers like this, in his bed, like all those wet dreams he'd woken up from before in this very spot.

Your hips moved faster, rolling to meet each thrust of his finger, the palm of his hand bumping into your clit perfectly that it had your orgasm build up so quickly, you almost didn't know when it started.

"I'm- I'm- Oh god Steve, you're gunna make me, uhh-ah!" you cried out, body convulsing against him, his arm keeping you tightly in place while still managing to fuck his fingers into you while you rode your orgasm out.

"That's it baby" he praised through gritted teeth, your hips rolling harshly, making your ass bounce against his cock. "That's my girl" He panted, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks, knowing you were cumming like this, he wasn't going to last much longer.

Your orgasm seemed to last forever, it just kept rolling and rolling, until you felt like you could barely breathe, but had no intention of asking Steve to stop. Only slightly coming to your senses when your orgasm slowed and you felt Steves hips moving in time with yours.

"Can you cum like this?" you forced out.

"M'bout to, fuck, you're so sexy fucking yourself on my fingers, I- Fuck!" he shoved his face into your shoulder as his hips picked up their pace, and after only a few harsh thrusts he was cumming. "I fucking love you" he growled into your skin, biting down on the small part of it exposed from where your t shirt had slipped down on your shoulder.

The two of you stayed like that for a few short minutes, catching your breath while your heart still thumped in your chest.

"Steve?" you whispered.

"I know what I said" a kiss to your shoulder. "I meant it, we don't need to talk about it right now"

"Was just gunna ask if you wanted to clean up in the shower... With me?" you turn onto your side, pouting slightly when Steves finger slipped from you, but he didn't let you go far, his hand coming up to hold your waist. You smiled, all to fondly, and Steves heart got caught in his throat when he saw you looking at him like that.

"Can I kiss you first?" he said quietly, afraid that you might say no, that what the two of you just did, wasn't what he wanted it to be.

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip a sly smile creeping up onto your face as you pushed his hair back with one hand.  "Only if I can kiss you back"

[dilutedconfusion]

A Moth to a Flame

Eustass Kid x F!Reader (Part 3)

UMMM SOOOO YA’LL ARE LIKE THE NICEST PEOPLE EVER. Kisses and hugs to everyone who gives a semi-shit about what I write. I wrote this BEHEMOTH of a chapter and I personally think plot wise its my best yet. So get out your forks and knifes cause we eatin good today!

Summary: Having just found out Kid is a super big time murder machine Y/N is left in shock whilst sitting at the bar. Kid and Y/N finally have a coherent and tangible conversation. Emotions arise but Kid is still a total grump. In a fit of stupidity and some grief Y/N does something that I would not advise doing if you’re not like a professional idiot or something.

Warnings: Gore, NSFW (nothing actually happen theres just some sweet innuendos and mentions of NSFW related things)

Word Count: 6.3K

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Tags: @st4rfevrr @archangelshavethetardis @likeeliterallywtf @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @tulipps-maehem (At this point, if you comment something I’m smacking ya right in the tag lists. If you don’t want that just tell me! I’m totes fine with it.)

Kid took a sip of his rum. The cool yet bitter liquid burned his throat and swirled in the deep parts of his gut. Leaning back against the pleather booth he let out a little sigh. His arm was still throbbing like a bitch. Another sign that a strong wave of phantom pain would soon be coming on. But he tried not to think about it. Hoping his brain would stop the onslaught of pain if he got it drunk enough.

Killer was sitting across from him. Using a straw to take periodic sips of his beer. They had been sitting here for a good bit but hadn’t talked too much. A comfortable silence sat between them as it usually did. Kid’s stump randomly twitching now and then though he kept his eyes closed as he tried oh-so desperately to relax.

Watching him quietly Killer noticed the small twitching movement of his partners arm. “Is it hurting again?” He asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible despite his worry.

Trying to hold himself back from being a total asshole, Kid spoke. Opening one eye and letting out a dry sigh. “I lost a fucking arm. What do you think?”

Was that the nicest reply? No. But if anyone other than Killer would have asked that question Kid would’ve just punched them. So he was getting off easy in Kid's terms.

Killer stayed quiet for a moment, grimacing under the space of his mask. “Well, you look a little strained. Is the liquor helping or making it worse?”

Kid finally opened both his eyes, leaning forward and putting an elbow up on the table in front of him. “Helping. Now quit pestering me about this shit.” Kid grabbed his glass and took another long chug of his rum. Finishing out the last bottle he had asked the bartender to make him.

Letting out a hearty burp he felt his torso sway a bit as he sat. He wasn’t drunk but he could feel that warm goopy feeling building up in his brain. Staring blankly at the rest of the vacant and dimly lit room. Listening quietly to the sounds of people in the front room of the bar. The waiter who had taken his order was working the bar itself so he knew she was going to take a while to make an extra round.

“Want me to go get ya some more? I’ll order some food so you don’t crash as hard later.” Killer murmured out, already slightly sliding to the left to get on his feet.

That made Kid's red-painted lips scrunch up, waving his hand at Killer to stop. “Get your ass back on that seat. I got it.” Kid let out a grunt and started sliding off the booth to a stand. His body swayed just slightly but he stood up normally. His huge fur coat lay discarded on the booth seat.

Kid turned towards it and picked it up. His body felt stiff like an old piece of wood. Nearly groaning at even the slightest movement and it annoyed the shit out of him. Feeling light-headed he swung his coat over his shoulders. It was a bit difficult considering the lack of an arm but Kid has since gotten used to it. Making sure that his stump was at least halfway hidden by the fur of his coat. The bandages and torn scars running along his chest were mostly hidden, though he couldn’t hide the fresh scars on his face.

“Ya know…you don’t need to hide it. They are proof that you made it through something shitty after all.” Killer whispered to Kid, knowing it was a sensitive spot on his poor Captain's mind.

Kid’s face stayed sharp and demeaning but Killer's words had gotten to him even if just a little. Letting out a huff of air he responded, “Ya don’t think I know that? I just want everything to heal a bit more. Then I’ll show it off.” With that Kid started walking away from the table, leaving Killer in his lonesome.

He bounded past the other booths. His boots hitting the wooden floor below loudly as he made his way to the other part of the building. The sounds of casual conversation floating towards him along with the satisfying sound of taps being drawn while the bartender siphoned out beer.

Walking up the two small steps that separated the rooms he could feel the air around him get just a tiny bit warmer. The low crackling fire tracing the room with a rich wooden scent and faint smoke. Walking up to the bar he paid no mind to those around him. Leaning up against the wood as another much stronger wave of pain shot up through his stump.

Shit. He thought, gritting his teeth. He would give anything to start rubbing his arm. Soothing the muscles trying to avert whatever pain would come next. But as that same waiter came up to him he had no choice but to deal with it.

She had that same polite smile on her face. Standing on the other side of the bar, her hands filling up beer glasses as she talked. “Run out? Sorry, I didn’t make a round back there. We’re pretty short-staffed right now. What can I get ya?”

“More of the same. And…some fried chicken.” Kid mumbled out, settling down onto the barstool nearest to him. The woman looked him over for a moment. Glancing at his stump and bandages for only a second. Her face turned a bit contorted in what Kid could only assume was disgust before brightening up once again.

Never seen a guy with some wounds eh? Kid thought, almost wanting to say that out loud. If he wasn’t so tired and beat up he would’ve.

Well in truth if he wasn’t in pain he'd be drinking his ass off and winning bar fights. But he was in pain, his throbbing stump a reminder of that.

“Sounds good. I can walk it back there when it’s ready.” She said in that same sweet customer service tone.

Kid just rolled his eyes at her. “I sat down. I’ll stay here and wait. Can’t go back expecting you to remember to bring the damn food.”

The bartender cringed a bit at that but remained neutral regardless. “Sounds good. Let me go get that started for you.” She said awkwardly. Walking away from Kid in a bit of a rush and heading towards what he supposed was the kitchen door.

Kid eyes watched her as she disappeared, letting out a soft tongue click in annoyance. Eventually, his eyes just started drifting. His right hand once again itching to rub his poor stump but he held back. He looked down the line of the barstools absentmindedly to take note of the few people littering the room.

However, something made his eyes pause. They hovered over a girl. She was sitting at the other end of the bar, holding up a newspaper and looking it over as if it were the most important thing in the world.

Wait a fucking minute. I’ve seen her before.

It’s not like he didn’t expect it to some extent but a part of him had already forgotten what a weird little stalker you were. He glanced over your body, seeing the same clothes, jacket, and satchel he’d seen earlier.

Damn, it is the same chick.

He just kept staring at you wondering exactly when you were going to notice him. Your eyes were so glued to the newspaper your damn nose was nearly shoved in it. Even though Kid didn’t want to talk to anyone right now, he couldn’t help but rub your face in your obvious fuck-up.

“So you really-”

“WAH!” Your body jerked randomly hearing that deep voice once again. The newspaper crinkled as your fingers dug into it. Your whole body turned towards Kid at the other end of the bar but leaned away as if he was diseased. “Goddamn it! Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“What the fuck?” Kid mumbled out, brow furrowed in confusion as he stared at your beet-red face. Soft eyelashes blinking over and over at him again as if you couldn’t tell if he was real or not.

“What do you mean what the fuck? You snuck up on me!” You yelled, voice faltering a tiny bit as you realized just how LOUD you were being. Covering your mouth with one hand to almost suppress the sheer adrenaline running through your veins.

You hadn’t expected to be talking to him, especially since he was the one to initiate it. The mortifying news about him on the paper mixed with his sudden appearance and this lunging feeling in your gut was a lot to handle.

Kid narrowed his eyes at you, face more bemused than annoyed by what an idiot you were being. “I didn’t fucking sneak up on you. I’ve been sitting here for like 5 minutes just starin’ at your ugly ass and you didn’t even notice me.” He turned the barstool a bit more towards you, leaning his good arm against the bar gingerly.

Taking your hand off your mouth you leaned forward towards him. The multiple chairs between the two of you made the distance of the conversation a bit awkward but that wasn’t going to stop you from being an asshole. “Well if my ass is so ugly, why were you staring?”

Kid's lip twitched at that, his cheeks almost daring to blush red but he held it back. He didn’t like that you had taken his insult in that way. But before he could let it affect him he let the first thing he thought of slip past his tongue.“Cause it's so damn horrific I couldn’t look away. Plus you might as well have been licking that newspaper by the way you were holding it. Following my order like a good little puppy eh?”

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, still holding onto the newspaper rather tightly in one hand. Looking down at it for a moment like you should be ashamed before frowning at him. Kid watched and bathed in your reaction, a condescending smile on his lips. It made you reel with anger. Wanting to slap that shit-eating grin off him until he was black and blue.

“I ain’t looking at this 'cause you told me to! I wanted to do this because you wouldn’t tell me who you are. Just so happens that I know who you are now and if my calculations are correct, you’re a total asshole and a lunatic. Though I probably didn’t need the newspaper to figure that first one out.” You told him, voice quiet enough so the whole bar didn’t hear but your tone was condescendingly lethal.

Again Kid just stared at you for a moment. If anyone else would’ve given him even one-quarter of a verbal punch that you just gave him they would’ve been dead on the ground. But he was tired and though he would never admit it, your comeback was good. Letting out a strong puff of air through his sharp nose to calm his urges he decided to take the argument in a different route. One that would give him the advantage over someone who had just a tiny bit of bite to them.

“I get it, sweetcheeks. You’re desperate to know me. To get my attention. Thought you could read up on me so you could handle the real thing easier but clearly you can’t.” Kid said, raising his hand in the air so ‘matter of factly’ though his tone was anything but serious. The glint of his teeth as he smiled and the way his low voice rumbled just made you angrier by the second.

A small tint of red rising on your cheeks out of pure embarrassment. Making mouth go agape for just a moment before you concocted a comeback.

“Q-Quit acting like you're the shit, you glorified puffball. I figured out who you are and if you’re anything like how this newspaper is portraying you in real life, then I should go get a pitchfork and a torch to exile your ass.” You flipped open the newspaper and pointed it towards him. Showing him the two pictures of him committing crimes aplenty.

Hearing you call him a puffball made Kids lack of eyebrows raise in confusion, wondering why in the hell you thought he looked like a puffball. You could see the gears in his head turning as he looked down at his chest to notice the large fur coat he was wearing. Yet still, after another second of mental debriefing, he put two and two together.

“Hey don’t fucking call me a puffball!” Kid said in a slight snarl, a tiny bit of red gracing his cheeks at your comparison. Leaning forward he eye’d the pictures you were holding up. “And I look great there so I don’t know what you’re getting at. They got all my best angles. Even a good picture of me back in my start-up.”

This time it was your turn to be confused, pointing sharply at the pictures of him and even raising out your arm so he could see it better. “So we're just going to ignore all the murder. Ya know, like right here and here and here.” You pointed at the dead crucified bodies hanging limply on their crosses. Blood and splattered guts dripped out of the slightly blue and cold-looking bodies.

Kid rolled his eyes, looking at you as if you’d just said the earth was flat. He rubbed his chin almost to feign boredom as he spoke. “I don’t see what the problem is.”

And with that, you smacked yourself in the face with your palm. Rubbing a hand over your temple and scrunching your face in a mesh of lines that represented pure annoyed disbelief. Taking a deep breath you responded, “Look, I ain’t your mommy and I ain’t going to tell you what you can and cannot do. But, this is my island. You do this shit here and don’t think you’ll be leaving with all your vital organs intact.”

“Well by the sounds of it maybe I should do just that. Give me some entertainment with a good little fight.” Kid immediately quipped back, his face returning to that patronizing smile you oh-so hated.

At this point, it felt like maybe you were talking to a wall. One that was so caught up in having an argument with you he didn’t want to take you seriously. “You are just a complete fucking menace aren’t you?” That was all you could say, almost dumbfounded by his stupidity.

“I am and the people dig it. Can’t say a little danger doesn’t get ‘em all hot and bothered.” He remarked, his shit-eating grin growing even wider as he tilted his head and leaned towards you a bit more. Your face just went completely flat. Void of all emotion except annoyance and the painstaking wish he had said anything but that.

“I love it when people lie through their teeth to my face.” You said so flat and lifeless a robot might as well have said it.

Kid's eyebrows scrunched up a tiny bit, not at all pleased he didn’t get the reaction out of you he wanted. He wasn’t flirting with you, or at least that's what he thought when he said it. In all honesty, Kid has the same flirting skills as goldfish. Just making bubbles and floating by expecting someone to get drawn in by how shiny his scales were. So when he said that he actually just wanted to see you embarrassed like you had made him feel. Little to say it was the first time he felt genuinely peeved by you.

“I ain’t lyin'. I’m a big-time pirate that’s big in more places than one. What more could someone want?” He clamored out, trying to lean into his more cocky attitude. Again his innuendo is less about stroking his ego and more about getting a reaction out of you. He didn’t need confirmation that his dick was big. But he wanted you to blush because he told you.

Your eyes twitched a bit when he said that. Not knowing exactly how to interpret why he was bragging to you and most definitely not taking it as flirting at all.

As if a cocky asshole like him would ever flirt with me, he just wants me to feel small and worthless doesn’t he?

Giving him a blank dead stare you spoke, “What more could a person want? Well…I don’t know, maybe literally anyone but you.”

Kid would never in a million fucking years admit it but that shit stung. He usually never lets people's opinions cloud his view of himself. They were nobody to him so why care?

Then why the fuck am I taking what she said seriously? He mulled over this thought for a moment feeling almost ashamed that he let anything you say get through his impenetrable skin.

But he beat himself out of that thought, scowling harder than ever before and clenching his one good hand until his knuckles turned white.

You noticed this despite the multiple barstools that took up the space between the two of you. Face once dead of emotion now alight in a wave of slight nervousness and even a bit of regret.

Why the fuck did I say that? To a murderer of all people? Do I want to get killed that badly?

Kid felt his stump throb in pain once again like a hammer cast in flames slamming into every single nerve. He grits his teeth hoping you didn’t notice before responding. “Like your opinion of me matters. Quit acting like you know me. You’re nothing compared to what I am.”

You watched him carefully, eyeing the way his muscles uncomfortably tensed underneath his fur coat. The slight sheen of sweat on his brow became a bit more noticeable in the low light. It made a strange feeling of guilt swirl deep in your core seeing him like that. He was a total douchebag but it felt wrong kicking him when he was down.

“I don’t know you but I’ve met people like you. More than I’d like to admit.” Your tone was soft as you spoke, not looking him in the eye as you held on to the newspaper in an almost delicate way. “I’m just saying I don’t trust you. And…if I’m right then I have every reason to be cautious. Reading this newspaper gives you a ‘I’ll kill everyone’ air.”

Kid watched you as you spoke. His amber eyes were sharp and clear as he noticed the change in tone. It didn’t bother him but in his opinion, it sounded like the most truthful thing you’ve said so far. “I don’t just kill everybody. I have some restraint ya know.”

“Well according to this newspaper, you kill pretty much anyone all the time. To the point that it's what you are known for. I mean, look at this headline, it says slaughtering right there.” You pointed to the headline once more, laying the newspaper flat on the bar before picking up your glass. The sight of rotting flesh in the pictures forcing your heart to lurch each time you even glance at it.

“Well, all of the people I kill fucking deserve it. Do you think I hand out mercy out of sympathy for worthless people? The motherfuckers get in my way so they deserve to be in the ground.”

Kid’s voice was harsh with conviction as he spoke. As if he's said this same thing nearly a thousand times. You took another quick sip of your daiquiri. Licking the sugar off your lips with a quick swipe before glancing back over at him.

“So…are you going to do that here? On this island? String me up by my belly and let my intestines slip out?” You asked him quietly, eyes boring into him with an intensity he hadn’t seen from you before. It felt raw and almost threatening. Like you were daring him to try because you knew he would lose.

He wanted to be annoyed and he wanted to punch you right in the jaw. Snap you out of whatever diluted sense of power you seemed to be feeling. But his stump was still soaring with pain. He was managing it sure but he knew if he started moving around too much he’d topple over. So instead he resorted to using his words, which was his least favorite thing to do. “Well…I’m thinking about it but…I’m not in the mood. It's too worthless to kill someone so weak. I have bigger fish to fry.”

Your eyes narrowed, reading into him for even a sliver of deception. You didn’t know what kind of man he was. Supposing he was a liar and cheat like most of the men who traveled the sea were. So you prodded him deeper, trying to find the root of his honesty. “Could your lack of motivation to kill me…have anything to do with those injuries of yours?”

You glanced at his stump and bandages running across his chest. The scabbed-over and healing scars on his face were still red and puffy from their recent affliction. Kid's eyes widened and he leaned back away from you ever so slightly. Hating the fact that you dare mention his injuries. Hating the fact that you thought they were making him weak. That they were holding him back.

That rage he had been holding in ever since it happened started to bubble up. The same rage that he felt for his crew members when they pitied him. The same rage he felt for himself. He had to look away, trying to regain himself. Control his overwhelming urges to not only split your face open but break every piece of furniture within ten feet of him.

He finally looked back at you, ready to scream his head off, “Don’t you dare-”, but he paused.

It was surprising to see your face like that.

It stopped him dead in his tracks, his once boiling rage now a soft simmer within only a second.

Kid didn’t know how to describe it. It was like you weren’t looking at him for who he was. For the scars he held. Those eyes of yours were looking at him for what he is. Deep somber orbs filled with nothing but…empathy?

No…that’s not the right word. It doesn’t feel…like it’s meant to be helpful or caring. Not an ounce of pity.

Familiarity. She knows how I feel.

Kid wasn’t good at reading people's emotions. He could barely understand his own emotions most of the time. So it was strange how he met you in the middle with just a glance.

Even though it didn’t last more than a few seconds.

“I have another pitcher of beer, a tall glass of rum, and that chicken you ordered.” Came the voice of the waiter. Walking through the swinging door with a large tray in hand carrying all the contents she mentioned.

Your face contorted to embarrassment as you watched the waiter stride up towards Kid. He had to force himself to look away from you, wanting to continue the conversation with you despite himself.

What the fuck has gotten into me?

Kid nearly rolled his eyes at himself. Feeling a pang of heat cross his cheeks he let out a grumbling cough to mask it. The waiter placed the tray carefully in front of Kid at the bar.

“Sorry for the wait but does everything look good?” She asked, sliding her body behind the bar and eyeing both Kid and you. Her eyes were bouncing between the two of you a bit, clearly wondering the origins of the tension floating in the air.

Oh god. She even knows I was researching him. You thought to yourself. Feeling like you’d been caught in the act of doing something reckless and stupid.

Kid stared down at the tray, his jaw tight as he let out a deep breath of air he’d been holding in. “It’s fine.” He grumbled, again that ache in his stump making his eye twitch.

Sliding his weight down onto the floor he stood up. His back cracked a bit as he rolled his shoulders trying to subside the ache. You watched him silently. Gliding your eyes gently across his wide shoulders. How the strong muscles there tensed and rolled as he moved. His smooth pale mounds of warm skin with bandages on every other inch lingering in your mind. His height was just as demeaning as you remember it though you still were a good ten feet away.

Always close enough to talk but not close enough to be considered next to him.

His hand tugged his coat around his shoulders a bit more, before he haphazardly tried to pick up the tray. His thick and lacquer-covered fingertips tried to dig under the tray without spilling anything. His one-handed skills at doing pretty much anything got in the way of even the simplest tasks of his life.

“You sure…you don’t need a little help?” The waiter softly asked. Watching Kid as she cleaned off the countertops with a rag.

“Say that again and don’t expect to be going home tonight with a tongue.” Kid spat back, his voice dripping with venom.

The waiter again nearly clammed up but backed off almost immediately. She was used to dealing with pirates but…this man was on a whole other level. Staying quiet and walking over towards your side of the bar instead.

She glanced at you but you didn’t pay much attention. Instead, you were trying to slyly watch as Kid finally wound his large hand underneath the tray. Holding it up easily on his palm at shoulder level before starting to walk away. Disappearing through a doorway without even a second glance towards you.

You let out a small displeased huff of air. At least expecting a glance or chance to continue that conversation. You felt like you were getting somewhere with that. Getting to know him a bit better. It was interesting beyond belief and if someone asked you if you’d rather stay at home in safety or talk to a scary pirate. Well…you would choose a scary pirate every time.

It felt nostalgic and it made your boring life more lively. That is until the waiter got in the way.

“You okay hun? He didn’t threaten you right?” She asked softly, giving you a sympathetic smile as she continued to wipe the bar.

You gave her a little quirk of a smile purely just for show. Not willing to give her a hard time for breaking up your conversation with that man. “Yeah, I’m fine. He did nothing wrong.”

“Well that I don’t believe. Seems to me like he's nothing but a walking pile of wrong.”

You stayed silent at first. Fiddling with your glass a tiny bit before finally picking it up to your lips and finishing the last of it off. Gulping it down and feeling the smooth taste of it run down to swirl in your gut.

“Well sometimes…a whole lotta wrong is just right.”

__________

No matter how much you wanted to, you couldn’t force yourself to stand up and walk into the back room of the bar. To go face that redhead again and his masked friend.

His name is not redhead, it's Kid. Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid. That thought dawned upon you as you thought over your conversation with him. You knew his name but hadn’t spoken it out loud even once. Even now his name stays within the confines of your mind. You had learned it while reading the newspaper along with the aforementioned Massacre Soldier, that blondie that’s with him.

Mulling over the idea of going and talking to them you tried to hype yourself up multiple times to gain the courage.

Come up with a catchy one-liner that would make you just a bit more likable. Maybe say nothing and sit down next to one of them like you own the place.

Assert dominance. Yeah….no.

You had no reason that wasn’t deathly embarrassing when explaining WHY you wanted to sit with them.

I’m just…bored, which would lead them to joke about my small, stupid, and uninteresting life. Maybe even lead Kid into bragging about how ‘important’ and ‘amazing’ he is compared to me.

Even thinking about that made your face sour. Rolling your eyes at nothing like you had just heard the worst joke imaginable.

I could…tell them that I have this strong gut feeling and it's dragging me towards them like a fish on a hook, which would lead to them being confused, taking it as flirting or calling me…ugh desperate.

That word crawled on your skin and sunk into your flesh. Like a tick taking root so one way or another you’d end up with Lyme disease or even worse, a bruised self-image.

You weren’t about to let that happen but this longing in your gut was almost incurable.

You even tried to calm down and look at your situation in a simpler light.

It’s just two men. Two pirates. You’ve dealt with pirates. You know how they work. You told yourself, hands feeling clammy as they gripped the edge of the bar. I already talked to one of them and it went…okay. Or maybe I’m just lying to myself and it went horribly.

You slouched in your chair and frowned. Nearly slamming your head down on the bar but you held back. Remembering you were indeed, still in public and if you wanted to wallow in your self-loathing you needed to go home for that.

I don’t need more people thinking I’m crazy.

You eventually stood up, walking to the point where you were just at the precipice of the doorway before panic struck you and you turned around just to walk straight out of the bar.

Red as a tomato and filled with shame you retreated into the night.

Did I even tell him my name?

You chewed your lips, the pleasant sounds of raindrops hitting the hood of your jacket and filling up your ears. It was a dark walk home. One that felt unmotivated to return home. You’d rather be out here, at night. The barren surroundings, whirring trees in the wind, and the rain pleasant yet cold. So you started meandering, walking as slow as you could despite the late hours.

Now and then the moon would peek through the clouds as if to say hello. A far-off lantern leaving a cool milky glow on your surroundings before being swallowed up by darkness once again.

Thank god my jacket is waterproof. You thought, watching the raindrops slip off the edge of your hood and in front of your face. It wasn’t a downpour just yet but it was not the best walking weather in most people's minds.

Yet even so you started making a detour.

What the fuck am I even doing?

At some point, while walking along the slightly muddy but managing trail to your home you made a hard 90-degree turn. Walking away from the direction of the little cabin your father had built when you were born, deep on the west side of the island.

It took about a half hour to walk through those woods to your house. Strong iron lanterns hung up on a few trees so you didn't get lost in the night. The animals are far too afraid to even step foot near your trail ever since your father claimed this portion of land.

So you were safe thankfully but what you weren’t safe from was yourself.

The trail you turned off onto led straight to the ocean. It was a bit muddier and more overgrown with thick roots and ferns but you have walked on this trial nearly half of your life. You knew it better than anyone because you were the one who made it.

Now and then you could hear the low rumble of lightning in the distance. Not too close but not entirely far off. The evergreens, birch and a few sparing oaks protecting you from the onslaught of the wind. As the wind cascaded through their branches it sounded like the raw howl of banshee. It creeped you out a bit but it was something you’ve heard before. This forest home even in the looming hours of the night.

Eventually, you breached the forest and reached the shoreline. The rain had died down a little, just a light pitter-patter against your jacket. The sand was wet but solid as you stepped down onto it. Your feet sunk in just a bit held against your weight regardless.

Looking out you noticed the ocean was in havoc. Waves nearly half your height would roll in and crash down like a bomb along the shore. The ocean tugged the water back in a greedy fashion as if it wanted to consume the land. Tall white-tipped waves stretching far out into the bay. The scent of salt, seaweed, and something oh-so comforting gliding in the space between you and the water.

Gosh if it's this bad here, I wonder what it’s like out on the open sea right now.

You looked down the shoreline, spotting the docks more towards the middle of the bay off to your left. There lay a few fishing ships, all bobbing up and down like pelicans in the water. But of course those weren’t the boats your eyes stayed glued to.

The contrast between those boats and the absolute behemoth that was the Kid Pirates ship was amazing. It was a good distance away, much bigger looking than it had originally been when you first spotted it. Squinting your eyes you could still make out a few shadows of people walking along its deck.

Your memory started floating into the forefront of your mind. Days on a deck like that. Nights spent harboring the seas as you tossed and turned in your bed. It felt like ages ago. That part of your life was now foreign to you the second the incident happened.

I wonder what he would’ve wanted for me.

Grief sunk deep into the root of your being. Covering the very base of who you are in a thick, oily, and dark substance. One that no matter how many times you tried to wash it off, it just wouldn’t go away.

“Goddamn it,” You muttered, trying to will yourself out of the feelings you held. You looked over at the sea once again, eyes trailing off towards your right. A long line of huge boulders stretched out into the waters. Built to elongate the bay and protect the land from bigger waves.

Without a thought, you walked towards it. The jetty calling your name as it has done a million times.

Climbing up onto the slick boulders you made sure to stay towards the shoreline side. The other side of the boulders, facing towards the open ocean, getting berated with large waves. You could barely hear yourself think with how loud it was. The light spritz of water landed on you periodically as you slowly and carefully traversed the boulders. Algae, kelp, starfish, and mussels littered around you. Wanting to trip you up whenever they could.

This is stupid, I can’t see shit. You thought, using your hands to steady yourself on any taller outcroppings of rock as your feet trembled underneath you. It wasn’t out of fear though, it was excitement. Excitement to do something dangerous. Excitement to try something so stupid.

Why am I like this? It’s cold and wet and I could fall into the ocean, get thrashed, and drown.

But you knew why you were like this. You knew exactly why and yet you still didn’t understand yourself. Feet moving without a thought. Your brain so focused on feeling something more than yourself that you don't care to stop.

At first, you didn’t even notice them. The pair of eyes watching you from a distance. Red-painted lips frowned in confusion as they eyed the familiar image of a girl seemingly trying to get herself killed.

In the cacophony of the waves and how they thrashed you heard another noise. A low deep whine of something in the distance. Your head perked up, blinking as if you had heard a ghost. As if the wind and waves were trying to talk to you. Thinking it was nothing you continued along until a second later you heard it again.

You looked out onto the sea towards your left, swallowing hard as you stared at the rocking waves just a few feet below you. You pressed your back up against a flat boulder at your side. Gripping onto it to keep your balance you finally glanced back at the shore.

What the-

An image of a man, a puffball-shaped man to be exact, standing at the edge of the shore right next to the jetty. You couldn’t make out his features but there was no denying who it was. His one intact arm waving and pointing toward something in your vicinity.

What the fuck?

The second you finished this thought something hit you.

Something dangerously cold and heavy enveloping you. Starting from the top of your head down to your toes. It burned your eyes as the cold sunk deep into your marrow.

Scraping your hands against the rock as you tried to stay upright, though the second it broke skin you were forced to let go. Your knees caving in under the insurmountable weight thrashed upon you.

One second you were standing and in the next you were getting sucked into the dark and desolate ocean below.

A/N: SHIT IS GETTING REAL YA’LL. BAD THINGS ARE HAPPENING. I wrote this with my eyes comically wide the whole time. Sorry to leave ya’ll on like a cliffhanger but it makes for good story telling so have fun suffering. Quirky reminder but Kid can’t swim. So like….yeah shes fucked. I mean she did it to herself but still. RIP Y/N 🙏 or a least RIP until the next chapter.

[lilsisdolly]

yandere nearing the breaking point, a wild babble of degradation and worship co-existing in the same person - directed towards you. a little bit of smut but not much. dubcon elements, not going all the way.

He looked at you with wild and psychotic eyes, a dry laugh escaping his throat as he looked at your terrified form writhing right in front of him. "Youre scared of me, really?" His voice cracked. "After everything ive done for you! Ive done this for you! I took care of you! Ive did everything, everything, everything for you! And thats the thanks I get?" As he continued to talk his words got angrier and angrier, but he still had enough self-control to tame his voice enough that neighbours would not hear. He had cornered you in your own flat, instantly pushed you inside when you opened him and shut the door behind him.

"Why did I even bother to hold back? Why did I cherish you so damn much? I practically... worshipped you! And thats what I get?!" The look in his eyes started to really freak you out, so you turned around and started to run away - into another room, which had been a huge mistake, and only seeked to provocate him worse. And best of all he had caught up to you in about three seconds. "Youre everything to me.." He whispered as he held you in his tight grip. "But I dont have to treat you that way.. If thats the thanks I get. I can betray my feelings for you." He pushed you to the ground. Towering above you now. The pain the fall had caused was dulled by you recognising just how trapped you were in this situation.

He pushed his foot to your chest as you sat up and forced you into a lying position. Then he took the foot from you, and simply looked down at you. "I want to hurt you so badly right now, you have no idea.. my dear. I want to make you feel what youve just done to me. How your behaviour has truly and deeply hurt me.. I want to treat you like a dirt cheap whore.. but my dear.. youre still so special to me, youre everything, everything, everything. So ill give you a chance to make this easier for you, okay?" He now knelt down next to you, gently stroking your cheek and giving you a soft kiss to your forehead. "If you show me youre scared of me.. ill start to punish you.. and if you can atleast.. hide.. it from me.. do your best to play along.. ill make what comes next feel good to you. How about that?"

He looked at you with a feigned smile, trying to give you a taste of what him behaving would possibly look like. As you did not answer him, he sighed "Answer, my darling." "N-no im not okay with this.." He looked at you like you were truly stupid. "Fine have it your way." He then climbed on top of you, your blood freezing in your veins - his teeth sinking into your neck instantly and without warning - so hard you could feel the drops of blood form where he was biting down. Tears in the corner of your eyes. "Im.. Im sorry." You whispered. "Can we try again..?" He took a second, then he stopped biting you and pulled back, looking at you with a cold gaze. "Sure we can. Theres always another chance, my dear. Just like you will always surely give me another chance. As everything ive done, ive done for you." You slowly nodded, feigning understanding just how he asked. You stirred up all the tenderness you could find for him inside of you, its true he had scared you. Terrified you even. But you could acknowledge that in a sick, twisted way he truly believed he was doing all of this for you. Was there any merit in that at all? From that angle he looked like a kicked puppy. A insane, kicked puppy. You eyed his body, that body you so often had fantasized about. That face you so often had considered so beautiful and handsome. How lucky had you thought yourself to be for someone like him to be interested in you? If something seems to perfect.. well.. that usually is because it is, was your newfound conclusion. But you could find some sense of estranged empathy for him. For the person you used to think he was. You slowly extended your hands to cup his face gently, looking at him with what you hoped was a tender stare. He stared at you with repressed anger, but you could also feel him seemingly calming down a little bit. "Youre nothing but a whore, do you know that? Youre nothing. Youll never be anything. Thats how you made me feel. You deserve to feel it so badly..." His voice was shaking, but his eyes showed how torn he was feeling, clearly moved by even that small gesture of yours. "Youre just a lowly.. lowly.. whore." He whispered once more. You started to gently caress his face, continiung to look at him, ignoring all of the insults.

"Youre everything. Youre everything that matters. Youre all that matters in the end. Youre above me. So much above me. So high above me.. that sometimes you dont even notice it when you step on me.." His voice sounded softer now.

He looked down at your face, still sitting on top of you.. his eyes circling your lips like crazy. Then knowing you would not reject him, he bowed down to kiss you - it was a gentle kiss. Then like a wave of hatred went through him he suddenly started to bite down on your lip - but only for a few seconds, then he eased back into that former gentle kiss. It was like he was fighting with himself, struggling to form a coherent path of action.

His hand started to cup your breast.. gently. Then he flinched away without you saying or doing anything. "This would be to much, I get that. Not like this." Then he pulled away and got off from you. He grabbed you by your hand and pulled you up too, then dragged you behind him to the couch. "Lets just cuddle." He ordered. But he was slowly calming down, you did not feel safe yet again, not at all, but he seemed to move away from escalation. You found yourself smothered in his arms and he pressed so tight to you. After a time you found he had fallen asleep. You watched him for a while, then got up and slowly sneaked out of your own apartment and quickly went to a friends place. That tender empathy you had felt for him still stirred up inside of you. But you knew you had to get out. But he never would let you, would he? Despair started to set in.

[starfxkr]

this is real crazy of me to say but i think we’re close enough for me to admit it friend

… i wanna ride jj’s gun. i need to see his face as his kitty loses herself on his weapon of all things. THERE IVE SAID IT !!!!!!

- 🪐

AND UR REALLLLLLLL i cant remember if i wrote this read it or dreamt it but i def recall there being something similar on my blog where he rubs it against her clit but riding it? oh she’s doing that 100%

it’s when be first steals it and he’s so goddamn giddy about it, showing her how to load and unload it and how to clean it. and he jokingly presses the “empty” barrel under chin saying, “you better be lucky i love you kitten, theres some real bad motherfuckers out there who’d hurt you.”

and there’s that mean glint in his eye— the one that doesn’t rear its ugly head often but when it does you feel it. he probably runs the barrel over your lips when you stick your tongue out to give it a tiny lick and he just slides it between your lips back and forth like its his dick. when he pushes it down your throat amkes you gag, his eyes are drawn to the very obvious wet patch growing on your panties.

“i could do whatever i want with you right now you know that.” it wasn’t a question. his eyes flicking up from between your legs as he pulls the gun from your mouth with a thin string of saliva connecting it to your lips, “i could fuck you with this right now and you couldn’t do a thing. ‘cuz you’re my little girl arent you”’

frantically you nod, pretty much gasping with arousal, “i’d let you do anything.”

“yea you would,” he pinches your cheek with a wild smile, “‘cuz my girls a real freak.”

you can’t help but smile back, biting your lip when he lifts your dress and slides your panties to the side with the barrel.

“you trust me dont you?” he presses the cool metal against your hot sticky flesh.

“maybe.”

he pulls away to adjust himself, laying against the headboard and positioning the weapon at crotch level with a smirk, “come ride it then.”

you practically crawl towards him, once you’re close you dip your head down to lick the faint traces of your cunt off it. the way he moans you’d think his actual dick was in your mouth.

grabbing the back of your neck he lifts you off and drags you up until your wet pussy is hovering over it.

“go on now, wanna see my pretty girl ride it.”

it was almost embarrassing how easily he got you to sink down on it, a faint purr in the back of your throat when he rubbed his thumb beneath your ear.

the feeling was indescribable, the dry coolness of the gun was a stark contrast to how hot and wet you were. it was dizzying and he knew it, panting cruel praises into your ear as you sped up.

“i got you so well trained you’re riding a fuckin gun kitten you know how sick that is right?”

you shook your head, digging your nails in the side of his neck in irritation, “shut up…m’not sick i just-just wanna make you feel good.”

jj just smirks and pulls out your right tit from your dress, rubbing a thumb over your nipple, “yeah whatever makes you feel better, can tell you’re about to cum all over papa’s brand new glock though.”

you shake your head again, ashamed at how your dripping.

“dont shake your head at me missy i know you,” he leans in and trails his nose against your jaw, “i can see your clit throbbing from here.”

he’s right— god you hate that he’s right because your clenching hard around the metal with a choked mewl, clit pulsing and mind going blank with the strength of it.

when you finally come to his lips on pressing soft kisses against your pulse point, feeling that contented purr rumbling in the the back of your throat. you’re relaxed enough for him to gingerly pull the gun out of your now tender pussy and he gives you a finger so you have something warm to clench around.

still, he brings the drenched barrel to your face, mockingly, “i’d say you christened this little baby perfectly.”

[cevans-is-classic]

18+ only, please. Sexual content, reading kink, language, and referencing a ship.

My Masterlists

Sebastian Stan

Hopefully the anon who wanted reader to have a kink likes it ♡

Seb laid out across the foot of the bed. His chin propped up by his hand while the other held open a book. 

You flickered your eyes up for a second. “That’s a queer one.” 

Seb huffed, “Baby these are all queer ones.” 

The man had a point. 

“How many of these are you supposed to proof read?” He squinted at the book. The cover was a rudimentary idea, with a blonde man staring into the eyes of a black-haired man. 

You’d been proof reading books for so long that sometimes they get blurred in your head. 

That book, though? 

“Only three that’s from Anna. She wanted to thank me, so she sent me Natural Instincts.” 

He falls silent again and lets you focus on the manuscript. The Protagonist is about to offer himself up for the good of his team. This is where some people lose focus or become too detailed. 

I know I am; the words whispered in your mind. You glance up to see Sebastian reading the book with a soft smile.

“Looks like someone has read this one a time or two.” He starts.

“It’s my favorite.”

Seb’s eyebrow jumps “Yeah?”

You shrug, “I love it. My favorite tension scene is in that book.”

Seb hums, turning his lips into a pressed frown before he shuffles to his knees. He moved the laptop first, setting it on the floor, then picked up the books and manuscripts. 

“What are you doing?” They go on the side table along with what you’re holding. 

“Sebastian.” 

“I remember something,” he smiled, “When I was doing voice work for Bucky-” you felt your cheeks burn at the memory. 

“I remember how geared up you were to get back home.” 

“So,” You crinkle your nose at him, “When your voice got deep it sounded hot.” 

He nods again and shakes the book in his hand.

“Show me your favorite scene?” 

“What?” 

He shakes the book again, then moves you until your head is resting on his lap. Seb cradles the book as you turn the pages. When you stop at page 156, Seb says thank you and pulls the book away. 

“Seb.” 

“Drew knew he was being an idiot right now. Theres no way Casey knows — if he did — if Sean told him-” Sebastian stops to look down at you. 

Your mouth feels dry. 

“Casey wouldn’t look at Drew the same way again. He knows that and yet there is a thought in his head.” You shoved at his elbow. 

Seb patted your head. “I’m gonna skip until I find what I think you want to hear.” 

“Sebastian-” 

“The dreams had come more frequently in the last few days, these fantasies of his digging Into his mind.” You push at his chest until he repositions and lies on his back. 

A look cut over the book but Seb kept reading even as you slid his shirt up his stomach, “He dreamed of Casey’s hands on his hips, Lips on his skin. Drew could still taste the headiness of his cock on his tongue- ugh.” 

You bit his stomach, nipping at his happy trail before pulling the waist of his shorts down. 

Sebastian Stopped reading. 

You paused. 

“Why-” You palmed him, squeezing once, twice. Three times before leaning over and mouthing his head. 

“Keep reading.”

Seb makes a noise as you squeeze him again but clears his throat, “Too many nights Drew would wake up in a cold Sweat aching and needing.” Seb bucks under you. “I get aching and needing.” 

That earns him a nip of the thigh. 

His cock, hot and hard beneath the Slik gym shirts, slides along your cheek. It twitches when you bite down and feel solid in your hand. 

“Skip to the next page.” There’s a shuffle of papers. You pull at his shorts again. Stopping when he lifts his Hips for you to slide them off. 

Your tongue is on him as he’s about to read and a strangled sound choked out of him. 

“Are you okay?” 

Seb looks at You then down following your hand as it slides your own bottoms down. 

“Better than.” 

“Then Why aren’t you reading?” He raises his brow, but the red of his cheeks give him away. 

“Please?” You’re hovering over him, Fingers wrapped around his cock, thumb rubbing the slit as you nudge against him. 

His eyes shoot to the book, “Drew startled when he heard Casey’s voice outside his office. He isn’t supposed to be here today? What is he doing here?” He squeezes his eyes shut when you sit down. 

“Fuck.” Seb groans, “Baby-” You’re moving a slow roll of your hips over his. It drags him Inside you. The fullness makes your throat tight, like you could feel him through every nerve ending. 

He moved with you, meeting the drop of your hips, holding you steady. It sends heat tingling up your thighs into your stomach. 

Something dig into your knee dragging you from the moment. 

It’s the book. 

You stop. 

“Baby-” Seb pouts, “I-” He sees the book against your knee. Without a word Seb grabs it, slipping his fingers between the pages and lifting it.

He clears his throat before reading — you’re not even sure the words are real. The way his mouth moves, curves around the letters and breathes life into them. 

It makes you clench, squeezing around and falling forward. His chest is hard, sweaty and the hair scratches your palms. It holds you high, steady, makes it easier to push back into him.

His eyes close, the book tipping sideways as his chin tips forward. 

“Read to me, Bastian.” 

Sebastian grunts, lifting the book higher to stretch his arm out. Your nails dig into his chest. “He walked past the doorway and Drew’s eyes followed his steps.”

You buck your hips. The slick backed book slipped between his fingers, but he caught it. 

“He’d be watching Casey walk away again, huh?” You lift onto your knees, then drop back onto his cock. 

Seb knocks head back and grips your hip, “Nuh uh.” You swat at him, “Keep reading.” 

“The straight line of Casey’s back flexed beneath his shirt. Sweat ringed his collar, the sheen of it highlighting his veins. Drew took to quick breaths and- fuck. Come on.” You’d sped up, moving over him faster. 

Your hand cradled his ankle as you leaned back and felt him slip inside you. 

“Keep reading, Bast.” His fingers dance across your thigh. They tiptoe over To your slit, slipping between the folds and pressing into your clit. 

It makes you hiss, a breathy laugh tumbling out before you grab his wrist and bring it up to your mouth, “Keep,” you nip his fingers, “Reading.” 

The roll of your hips stops. 

Seb groans and refocused on the book, “The button of Drew’s pants got stuck until he tugged the right way and it popped open.”

Seb tossed his head back, gritting his teeth. “His zipper was next, but the fit is still too tight.” He jerks his hips to meet the drop of yours.

He lifted the book, dropping on the bed to help prop him up. The kiss is a clash of teeth, his arm wrapping around your waist and helping you ride him. 

The slick Of his chest against your stomach makes you gasp. His chest hair tickling at you, making you twitch. 

When his tongue circles your nipple, it pulls you back to the point. “Baby.”

Seb pouts, “Please.” 

“It’s almost done.” You slow down, following him as he settles back on the bed. You stay seated, your fingers pushing at his hip bones for balance.

Sebastian lifts the book again and reads, “He was struggling, trying to keep quiet while pulling his cock out. Drew thumbs the head, letting the precome slick beneath his thumb. A moan escapes when he hears a low chuckle.” 

He takes a breath, his arms shaking, thighs tight beneath you, “Hello Drew.” 

He drops the book, lets it slips from his hand and land on the floor. Quick enough that it makes you yelp Seb spins you around. You pressed into the mess of pillows as he fuck into you.

Harder, faster his teeth reaching for your neck to moan into your skin. 

Seb pulls your hips, yanks you to lift With him. You prop your elbow when hid slides his knees into the back of your thighs. 

The next thrust has you choking. It tingles down your thighs and into your stomach. Sebastian’s hand slid from your thigh to your waist and behind. He’s trembling, fingers holding you tighter enough it’ll bruise. 

With a grunt, you’re lifted into his lap. 

“Holy fuck.” He’s fucking into you, rolling your hips over his cock. His gazed trained where your connected mouth is slack. There is a glazed look in his eyes and you know that look.

“Come for me.” You gasp, “Bastian, please.” 

He closes his, shakes his head and fucks into you harder, lifting your ass to rub your clit over his public hair.

“Not yet.” His voice is rough, crackling as he talks. Ragged breaths rush followed the words tumbling from his lips. 

“I want you-” 

“Would Casey ever come without making Drew?” A huffed laugh follows the question. His eyes flash open when you groaned and gave you a sharp smile. 

“Would he?” 

“No.” You hear yourself reply before he drops his knees to the bed. His cock pushes once, twice, thumb rubbing your clit. 

“Come for me.” He echoes you, “Come on baby, let me feel it.”

Your eyes close when his thumbs speed up, your hips moving faster, hearing Seb beg you to come. It twists around your body, clogging your ears to muffle the slick sound of sex. You can feel his thighs tightening, imaging his toes curling into the sheet. 

“Yes,” You whimper, “Yes, fuck.” It’s there, hot, burning, your body spasm when it snaps inside you. Your knees go weak, his hands on your hips the only thing holding you up. His hips snap beneath you, thumbs pressing into your muscle to move you over his lap.

His eyes are closed again, head tilted back. Seb’s tongue pushes against his teeth and spit pools in the corner of his mouth. 

Head buzzing with the voice of Casey calling out to Drew of Seb moaning your name and his tattooed on your tongue, you moved faster and harder. That ever chasing feeling just out of reach and getting closer as Sebastian chokes out a curse and goes still beneath you. 

Your vision goes white.

[bug-bites]

whatcha lookin at buddy? :3

tw: none!! just some silly fluffy romantic hcs, also not edited bc im just an eepy lil guy

pairing: rodolfo "rudy" parra x gn!reader

summary: uhhh your boyfriend shares his silly little late night habit with you or something

characters: rodolfo "rudy" parra

notes: i never know what to title these things also i know the formatting is ugly!! i wrote this in my notes app and was too lazy to make it look decent,, <(＿　＿)>

rudy never was one to sleep early, in all honesty he seemed to do the complete opposite. he would always go to bed hours later after you. you never understood why.

it wasn't anything that made you suspicious, he wouldnt go far, most of the time he would still be at home, just outside. it was just odd, but it didnt seem like anything bad?

one night you woke up and there was an unfamiliar emptiness beside you, rudy wasnt there next to you like he was right before you fell asleep

its the middle of the night what else would this guy be doing at 2am??

so you're panicking a bit, you wake up and your boyfriend isnt next to you. sure maybe hes just pissing but you're tired and logic isnt the first thing that comes to mind

you call out for him, your throat a bit dry after you've just woken up and it comes out a bit more panicked than you intended

you sit up, eyes scanning the room looking for him- any sign of him

a sigh of relief leaves your lips, he's there. he's in your bedroom, back turned to you as he gazes upwards, out the window.

as soon as he hears his name his head whips around, why are you panicking?? whats going on?? did something happen? did you have a nightmare? most importantly, are you okay?

but he hears your sigh and you mumble something under your breath. he closes the curtains and walks towards you, gently cupping your cheek

"qué pasa?" "sorry i just- you weren't next to me and i just panicked" "nothing to be sorry for."

his voice is soft, barely above a whisper. he runs his thumb along your cheekbone, holding your cheek so tenderly it feels like you're about to melt

"it's okay. im right here."

"what were you doing?" you ask him, its about damn time he tells you anyways and you're getting curious about his strange nighttime habit "you'll find out tomorrow. its better if its a surprise." he kisses your forehead and climbs back into bed with you. "what if i dont want it to be a surprise?" "well thats not up to you. now go to sleep, cariño"

one his arms snake around your waist, the other making its way under your head, like a pillow but better

the next night, as soon as it gets dark he finally lets you in on his not so secret secret.

he grabs your hand, your fingers intertwining with his and leads you outside to a picnic blanket

"its a bit late for a picnic." you say with a yawn

he rolls his eyes as he walks over to the blanket, lying down flat on his back. you do the same, curious to what his next move was.

"stop looking at me and look up" he says with a chuckle

you listen to him and look up, hundreds of stars scattered in the distant sky. its calm, the sounds of the crickets chirping, his hand in yours, your back flat against the picnic blanket, its so serene you almost forget to breathe

"i used to do this all the time when i was younger." rudy says, breaking the silence "i would set up a mat outside and me and alejandro would lie there for hours until my mamá would yell at us to come back inside"

you look over at him, just for a second and catch him smiling as he reminisces

"i like to look at the stars when i get overwhelmed. reminds me i how small i am in the universe" "thats a bit melancholic, dont you think? the idea that we're so much smaller than the universe. like we dont matter as much as we think" you say, "i dont think of it like that. its like the world is bigger than my problems, it continues and theres so much more than just my troubles." he replies, eyes fixated on the stars "well when you put it that way, it sounds pretty nice"

the next few minutes are spent with rudy teaching you some basic constellations like the big and small dipper and then moves onto the more complex ones like ursa minor, andromeda and orion.

each constellation he points out comes with a story, as great as they look you cant help but watch him as he tells you all about them. its something he loves so deeply, you can tell from the way the corners of his mouth turn upwards as he describes them to you, the look of amazement in his eyes even though he's seen the stars hundreds of times. you cant help but fall more for him with every word he says

"i wish we met earlier. before when i was younger you could see so much more than just ...this. i wish i could've shown it to you" his tone becomes slightly bittersweet.

you don't exactly know what to say, you just wrap an arm around his torso, you mutter a soft "i know" right before you press a kiss to his cheek

the next time you two go stargazing its when you go camping together, although sure its not just in your backyard its as close as you can get with just enough clarity in the sky to see everything rudy wanted to show you :]

taglist: @pygm4li0n

[sereniv]

To anyone with Idiopathic Hypersomnia who has trouble staying awake, something that has helped me surprisingly, is Indica weed

Specifically Blueberry Afgoo

Ive tried gummies and it tends to always be too little or too much and it also takes 2 hours to kick in

But the Blueberry Afgoo (any version (Cbd/Blunt/Hash Mix) for me (who also has Adhd) doesnt give me energy or wake me up or stop me from being tired. Just to be clear.

But what it does do is make time distorted, so i could be drawing for what feels like hours but is minutes. And the hours some how dont feel that long either.

It mellows me out. So my tiredness and fatigue turn into just mellow. Almost like its still happening, im still in pain and tired and fatigued, but my brain put it on mute.

For example: Sometimes my neck gets stiff and i cant move it. If i do, it hurts and its, well, stiff.

I smoke a little, and it changes to just creaky and resistance. i can tell my neck is still stiff because theres the same resistance sensations. But i can now move my head around and i dont feel the pain. But i can tell its still happening

So for me its like that with the tiredness and fatigue. The fatigue makes it feel like im wading through water. And that slows me down. With the weed im wading in water, but suddenly its easy. I just still have the fatigue sensations, but my brain isnt paying attention

so a strain that usually should make someone tired and couch locked, makes me so mellow that i can essentially over look my symptoms. Ot at least a chunk

So if you have IH and adhd idk, maybe give this strain a try.

I do about 2-3 medium puffs. where im not too inebriated, just enough to get the effects i want

I recommend smoking while you already have the thing you want to do, started. Too many times i smoke and then get stuck on instagram reels.

So I smoke right before i go to do the dishes. Or i smoke at my computer with my art program open. Do not smoke and then sit on your comfy bed. You WILL want to snuggle up and sleep.

also this one makes you hungry, possibly dry eyes and throat.

[darkcrowprincess]

Goldenlightweek 2022 DAY 6: Hurt/Comfort

*takes place post kings tide and pre thanks to them. Warings under age drinking, depression and suicidal thoughts*

Hunter gasps awake in a cold sweat. Hunter has a bad feeling, like a warning. This bad feeling is probably why he woke up so late. He looks around the basement. Gus is asleep next to him on the couch. So is Flapjack by the sleeping bag. So why does he feel like something is wrong? He closes his eyes and thinks back to what he was dreaming. The dream is slipping fast from his mind. However the one thing he remembers for sure is sad hazel brown eyes in the middle of all that darkness. Familiar ones too. Hunter opens his eyes wide in a flash and whispers to himself, "Luz." He doesn't know why but he knows something is wrong with her. Getting up Hunter puts on his shoes and quietly goes up stairs, making sure to avoid creaks and groans on each step. Heading into the living room he stops as he hears a soft sound in the kitchen. The back door opening and closing in time with the wind. Hunter realizes quickly that Luz had left, leaving the backdoor slightly opened in her haste. He knows where she's going. He finds her sitting on the porch of the old house. Still in her pajamas but at least wearing her jacket. A jacket that saved his life. Her back to the front door. Her knees to her chest. All curved up in a ball. Trying to be tiny and hidden. In her hands is a bottle. One she brings to her mouth and drinks. The only noise other than the trees and the wind is her drinking from the glass bottle than setting it down next to her. She is silent, but she sees him. A deep dark sadness in her hazel owl eyes that has almost eaten all the light from her. Hunter swallows his dry throat." What are you doing?! Leaving in the middle of night, and what is that, your drinking?!" He speaks into the night. It echos into the silence of the forest. She still hasn't spoken. Just picks up the bottle again and takes another sip. The not talking is what scares him the most. Luz is a babbling song bird. She's never quite. Never this still. Frustrated but afraid for her he goes up the porch and sits next to her. She smell like alcohol. If he's right it must be Camilla's. He remembers seeing some of it in a glass cabinet, what Camilla describes to him as dominican alcohol rum. In facy bottles that Camila and Manny had saved from their trips to D.R. Luz finally speaks with a slight slur to her words, " I just, I wanted my thoughts to stop for once you know. To stop thinking." Theres a wetness in her voice as she slurs her words. She's been crying. "Thinking about how that door failed. Literally burned up in flames. How we're no closer to figuring anything out." Hunter stays silent as Luz continues, but he holds her hand not holding the bottle. She intertwines her fingers with his, grips back hard. Desperate. "How I can't seem to do anything right! You know. Since me existing is basically the reason estamos jodidos sin suerte." Luz laughs a self-deprecating laugh. Hunter winces(Luz never curses. Cursing in spanish, she must be really upset and really drunk). Hunter goes to take the bottle from her, "Ok I think you had enough." Luz gribs the bottle tight and pouts at him. She takes another drink. "You don't understand." Hunter sighs, "Of course I understand. The secrets, the guilt and the shame. Hating yourself down to your very bones. I fucking get it". Deciding to pull her in his lap and cuddle her close so she doesn't at least freeze to death, they can share body heat. She relaxes into him, but takes another sip of rum. Hunter in an understand voice that echos in the dark Gravesfield forest,"You don't think I can understand what your feelings? The not wanting to exist? That I can't relate? Because I do, you know I do. What we both saw in his mind, was traumatic for the both of us. Whether we like it or not Belos made us realize the worst of ourselves that night." He runs his fingers through her curls, getting a soft hum in approval. Tapping at the bottle he says serious "But this wont help. Believe me." Luz sighs but gives him the bottle. She fully hugs him and cries into his shoulder. He holds her, he will be her safe haven when no one else can be.

[beea-idiot56]

Chapter 6 - Care free, live free

What happens when a person who has been diagnosed with extreme anxiety and had "retired" from volleyball finds themselves coaching a team full of guys who are a little too loud for their comfort(especially the ginger)?

‘Slow burn? ✔️ smut?❌ they/them pronouns?✔️ forced?❌ Childe x Reader Volleyball AU Wattpad Link Prologue link(Tumblr)

y/n climbed into the car, not knowing how to sit in this new environment, not wanting to be too comfortable and coming off as rude, or too stiff and making the air awkward. Childe definitely kept his car well made, the mats were vacuumed recently, the air freshener was shaped like a volleyball, the seats were coated in a nice black leather with no imperfections. The car itself was slightly crampt. Childe had his legs pushed against the steering wheel and he had to tilt his head far to get in the car. It made y/n wonder why he got this car if it was so small. Its not like he was tight on money, being a professional volleyball player and all. 

As if reading their thoughts childe smiled and looked at them, his eyes crinkling at the edges, “its a little small but i like it like that. Plus it was my siblings dream car and i wanted to get one so they could ride around in it.” he smiled, and y/n couldnt help but smile too. 

“Thats so…” they looked to find the word that was stuck between their lips, it was unable to escape their brain, “you?” they laughed a little, tilting their head to the side. 

“Whats that mean?” childe laughed, leaning back against the seat and looking at them with an offended expression resting on his features. 

“I dont know!” y/n laughed rubbing their face, not knowing how to put their thoughts together. “Its just, something i shoulve expected from you. To get a car too small for your long legs and then say its for your siblings. Yknow? It deserves a word that means something, and the only example of a word would be, you? Not as in the description, but the person. Childe. I- sorry im not making much sense…” y/n let their words run off, unable to justly explain their thoughts and emotions in a way that didnt require a three hour lecture. It might of been the college life in them, huh? 

“No youre fine! I think i get you! Like how the feeling of anxiety mixed with shyness contrasted with confidence in a way that creates this… abomination? Is just the way to explain you, without explaining you. Or like how i expect you to coach kids volleyball but still say youre not cut out for coaching my team?” he laughed before turning forward, leaving y/ns throat dry. How was he able to understand the words that fell from their mouth and yet be so off the mark as to what they meant?

“Hey! Those are two different age groups! Its easier to teach little kids because theres more to teach!” Y/n switched the topic over to coaching, not wanting to draw attention to the way he called them an abomination. The feeling of dread filling their lower stomach and giving birth to a bug they knew would eat at their brain if given the chance.

“And yet you still do a fantastic job at both” childe spoke, a teasing tone slipping into his voice that accompanied his eye roll, but they both knew it was all in good fun. y/n felt a thick layer of blush lay across their cheeks in humble awkwardness. They just laughed a bit but looked down at their shoes that laid against the floor mats. In the weirdest way possible, it just felt right. Looking at their feet compared to the floor. The way their legs pushed against the middle console and door, or the way their back slid into the seat. And for some reason it felt natural when childe reaches over and handed the aux cord to y/n, a smile present on his lips and words in his mouth that y/n was far to zoned out to understand. But that didnt stop them from navigating to the playlist they knew that both y/n and childe would like and pressing play, letting the feeling of the music vibrating in the speakers overcome their senses and the feeling of wind in their hair as childe rolled down the window. 

For some reason they were not uncomfortable. They were able to put their elbows on the console without worrying if they were overstepping boundaries. They didnt mind humming the lyrics to the songs they knew and bobbing their head to the beat of songs they hadnt memorized yet. It all felt natural, like a fever dream that they woud have in the middle of the night when sleep didnt come easy. 

Was this what it felt like to be happy? 

The thought echoed in their brain as they looked at the passing trees and buildings. Ease rolled off their shoulders and brought them comfort. The sun hit them right on the cheeks, like the many years before. The small bumps of the pot holes and rocks on the road was easy to get lost in, the vibrations sending their brain into a land of thoughts. For once the thoughts weren't even negative. Y/n was so used to having to block out their brain, in search of solidarity and comfort in silence. The music that usually flowed from the speakers of earbuds was what did that. However, now, they found themself in a car, comfortable with thinking. For some reason the answer to the question was easy to come, 

Yes. They smiled a little, they didn't need the greatest party, or a first time to be happy, the small sound of childe singing lyrics and the view of the car door caging the sky was enough to be happy. It was almost criminal that someone who was so full of energy and loud noises, things that y/n often found to be anxiety inducing, their heart would race usually, sometimes they’d find themself crying simply from being overwhelmed,,, and yet, now? They found themself yearning for this feeling to continue. 

It felt just as criminal that the moment had to end when childe pulled into the parking lot of a busy bar. The sounds of people chatting and clashing together glasses of beer rang forth, drowning out the music that played from both the bar and the vehicle they sat in. 

“I hope you don't mind us coming here, it's the only place with burgers that doesn't cost a liver and kidney to go to” childe laughed, scratching his neck nervously as he turned off the car. 

Suddenly, the feeling of relaxation seemed more like a corset, choking their stomach and bringing their senses to everything but the air around them. y/ns eyes danced from person to person that they could see through the windows. Then immediately to their reflection. The thought of brushing back their hair isn't even needed before they had been running a hand through the locks upon their head. Even when childe climbed out and stood by the car waiting for them, they couldn't help the feeling of dread cross over their senses. The furrowing of their eyebrows wasn’t enough for a microscope to see, but it was enough to set in stone that they knew in their heart that they wouldn't enjoy themselves here. 

However, could they say no? The look of happiness on Childes face brought them to resist the urge to take the keys and steering wheel and simply run. The blue in his eyes almost as inviting as the ocean, beckoning y/n forward with a call. Y/n wanted nothing more than to lose themself, yet, the sound of pool balls hitting the edges of a table brought them back to the earth they hated so much. 

“It's alright!” the sounds and words were out of their mouth before they tell themself not to submit. They had opened the door before their hands stopped shaking, they had already walked up the flight of stairs before they were even able to calm their heart rate. As childe opened the door they couldn't help but gasp, the air full of smoke and regret and day drinkers filled their lungs and brought them into a clench that was already there.  How were they supposed to say they wanted to leave before they even sat down? How was y/n supposed to stop and beg childe to turn so that they'd go somewhere calmer? I'll pay! They screamed in their head ill pay! Please let's just leave. Yet, the words never left and soon they were staring at a menu with almost nothing but burgers and fries and pizzas. 

A/N: super short chapter :00, but its good bc the next chapter is super fucking long. (i actually finished writing that, TODAY!!! i just posted it on wattpad and now im posting the 6th one here :"D.

Im also going to post the chapters on twitter via links, i think thatd be rlly cool hehe. so like- feel free to get check that out. its @A_idiot56

Anywayyssss, make sure to eat, sleep, and drink water! i love yall <3

[hikari-ni-naritai]

Mutliples of 4 uwu

4. already answered this!

8. how many water bottles are in your room right now?

two! one is my reusable one and the other is garbage from when i was driving to philadelphia but i forgot to bring my reusable bottle so i bought a big bottle of fiji from the gas station and threw it away when i finished it at home. i missed the trash can tho and its now on my floor.

12. what kind of day is it?

a kind of sleepytired day. my eyes hurt in a familiar kinda way.

16. can you drive?

yes! im sooo good at driving. i was basically made in a factory to drive cute girls around in my passenger seat but i fucked it up by getting really into progressive metal.

20. do you say soda or pop?

i usually avoid this difficult conflict by just saying the name of the drink im having. if i have to choose, it changes every time. i dont know whats more natural to me anymore.

24. if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

probably the same as the last person who asked this one. vibing. i would look at the stars probably.

28. do you wear a mask?

is this like covid masks or metaphorical masks? if im going to like a doctor's office or something yes. i tend not to go most other places. metaphorically dont we all? my mask is a facsimile of myself though.

32. do you have a favorite towel?

mm technically? i bought 2 of the lowest quality white towels i could find and those are my favorite. i dont like towels that are too plush. they feel like they arent drying me enough. also i dont like. use any other towels, so its debatable if these can be considered my 'favorites'

36. answered this!

40. answered this also!

44. you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

yknow would looooove to kill hephaistos ffxiv. such a fucking pain to try and find reclear parties that know what theyre doing.

48. when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

god when was it. probably when i was like....... 25 or 26? ish? idk i got a cup of sprite/apple whiskey from my brother. it was fine. theres a weird heartburn-adjacent warmth that comes from alcohol that im not fond of. its like the way my eyes hurt now but in my throat. makes me feel.... like if 'tired' was localized somewhere else. its hard to explain. anyway i tend not to drink these days. i used to have something if i was going to be in a voice call with someone new, back when i was still rebuilding my shattered social life, but i dont need that anymore. the sprite/apple whiskey would be my go-to though if i was going to have a drink. its nice.

[sarcasticcebby]

its obviously an apocalypse but here you are, milling about in a store that reminds you too much of Costco, cramped around other people deciding that the best way to face the end of the world is to get 50% of a giant jar of mixed nuts. You feel like you're trying to press down your panic by walking just a bit faster. Your family is nearby. They're close. Hopefully.

The first time you see it coming, see that shambling mass slicked on the concrete floors. Everyone holds their breath and you feel the hotlines of heaven clog up. A man, or what was, screeches and breaks line- he tears out an old womans throat. The trance broken and the wail raised, the horde moves in. My family, pressing by me, urging me to move to the exit at the end of the aisle. I'm almost there. They're ahead, speed unexpected considering everything. I dont worry too much, I know where they're headed: the city at the other end of the forest is prepared for this and willing to help. An arm yanks out and catches my shirt and pulls. I feel pain, then nothing. I gasp in and things are urgent, bright. I feel mania and excitement thriving inside me, gums tingling. I want to share it but where's my family? I huff, bemused. I dont worry. I know where they're headed.

It fades to black.

The second time, a surprise. I stick closer to my family, nudged by their shoulders, nervous. we're closer to the exit when the wail rises alongside the panic. I glance around, making sure no strangers are approaching.  Nobody is near us. My mother is a little bit behind, says she got a scratch but that's alright. we have medical supplies in the car, band aids and all. We get out the building and head to the car avoiding the shadows dancing in the flames of a pileup. My mother doesn't feel well but we've treated the wound and it's not bleeding anymore and shes fine I'm sure. we make it to the rest stop, a well stocked and clean environment. Makes it stand out more from the side of the road; too saturated I think. the lady at the register tells us that the forest is especially full and that theres a tunnel of half destroyed monsters right before the city, cut down by gunfire. we join a group, safety in numbers, and rush down the path. I avoid grasping hands with red knuckles and black nails. we get in the tunnel. my luck runs dry. A hand grabs my ankle and I feel something twinge. I cry out and my brother is there. something's wrong. He smiles, and lunges.

It fades to black.

It fades in and out several times

We make it to the city- the barrier breaks

I'm running through the forest but I'm chasing something

It flashes more often

Live and die if lucky

always running

what happened to strength in numbers?

The last time, was...

I separated from my family, said I would go alone.  safer for all parties involved. I'm aware I'm probably going to die. I find a knife, finally a weapon. I join a group of strangers, wait way behind them. I hide as they go into the forest. I'm inside the rest stop, lights buzzing faintly. I'm in the janitors closet. I know I'm just delaying the inevitable but I need a break. I sneak out to get supplies but cant pick anything up off the racks. another group comes in. i hold my breath. heart thuds too loudly. they dont hear, thankfully. one guy stays behind, talks with the cashier.  hes planning on taking out the people in the group who are on bikes and selling them. offers to bring them to her so she can facilitate the exchange. she doesnt give an answer. he leaves. I try to sneak out but theres a small group of monsters slouched outside, looking in. they dont get close but I feel they're looking for something. I look at the cashier but I feel like shes trying not to look my way. finally we lock eyes and she motions under the counter. She explains that I broke the cycle and they're waiting for me to go back to playing my part. I ask if I can stay there, help out. she says that she exists as a separate lifeform and exists only for a certain duty. I cant stay in there. she offers to stock up a few items and distract the creatures so I can exit through a window.

We work out a plan. I promise to visit again and her perpetual smile wavers a little at the edges. her eyes are sad. I open the window as she causes the distraction and move to slide out.

I wake up.

[exlwandering]

This is a writhing inspired by the magnus archives characters Michel and Helen Distortion..

Down the Hall, to the Left...

Oh this poor boy. He has no clue where he is going. Why is he here again? To find someone, something? Suppose it doesn't matter now. Silly thing, sanity. I would not call this sad display “Sanity.” This sad meander down the halls. Left, left, left, to the left again. He goes in a circle and doesn't even know it. When he turns around to try and leave the way he came his face smacks against the wall that wasn’t there just a moment before. But now… You could say that he's given up. 

Oh look at that, stairs. He’s just staring at it. When he looks you can see the darkness of the bottom swell into his eyes, tears. Pathetic. You can see his chest rise and fall, far too quickly. He sits down on the top step, his hands behind him on the solid carpeted ground. He falls to the side, idly tracing the patterns on the floor, that strange repeating floral pattern. Finally, he breaths. Sits up and begins his descent. 

The moment that his head is under the ground level all goes dark. He stops his breath hitching in his throat. He puts his hand behind him, likely expecting a new wall. But no. He does not feel the wall. Instead. It is warm and wet. He has stopped breathing. I curl my fingers in his short curly brown hair. He is now sobbing. 

He pulls his hands away from me. Uncertain. Quiet. He wants to be calm, become one with the quiet around him, but his insides refuse to quiet. The rush of his blood in his veins screams, the churn of his stomach nearly threatens to break the quiet but I don’t think either one of us would hear it even if it did. It will soon. It’s been too long since the last time he's eaten. 

He slowly continues his steps. One, two, three. Boo, lost count. I’m relishing this. I can’t lie. I won’t. Every few moments he stops. He feels behind him. He feels me. He cries. He lets go. Over and over. It takes so long for him to compose himself. I think what I’m doing is comfort. Stroking his hair, holding his hand, rubbing his back. I’m not trying to get him wet, but I think he prefers to be a bit wet and warm, then so cold that his breath fogs. It’s getting better though. With every step it gets a little warmer. More humid. 

He only knows he is stepping in water because of the sound. Even so, with every step he continues to take down the stairs, he does not get deeper in the water, it only ever gets to his ankles. Yet still, he goes down. 

When he sees the first light of the pools, he just stops. His grip on my hand tightens. I was right about what I was doing. It really was comfort. Oh no. He’s taking steps back. His back is flush with my waste. My hair dangles over his face. It's cute honestly. How he looks everywhere but me. He can’t look down. Theres enough light in here now for him to see my reflection. He can’t look up because, well. Me. And, for some odd reason I couldn’t even begin to think of why, he can't close his eyes. That the new reason he’s crying. Probably. His eyes are so dry. The tears are salty sweet. When one falls I catch it with the tip of my finger. I either put it back in his eye or bring it to my lips. 

He huphing now. Huge breaths in and bigger breaths out.  Jumping on his toes and- Well now he's starting to run. I’m still right behind him. He can’t even move quickly given the water. Even if I had to actually move to keep up, he’d never lose me. I hope he knows that. 

We're here. The pools. It’s so blue. My favorite room. So pretty. He has to look straight ahead to avoid me. Avoid looking at me. Everything is shiny and reflective. He looks to his sides and sighs. He can clearly see the railings on the sides of the pools. BUt he can also see that the sides say that the depth is at least six feet deep. He knows what that means. I know he does. So he makes no move for the railings. When I tried to, they stayed exactly where they were no matter how far I walked toward them. Probably because they weren’t there then. They aren’t there now. 

He’s looking forward now. Right at me. He has blue eyes. Mine were blue. I don’t know what color they are now. It’s always intense for someone to look at me, but it’s all I’ve ever wanted. I move forward and he takes a step back bringing him closer to me. He sees this and swivels his little head in all directions to try and figure out what happened. He looks back at me and he’s closed half of the distance. His pink lips contort into horrible angles for his face. They won’t be horrible for long. 

Finally he takes a step forward, clearly hoping against hope that it will take him backward.

He is right in front of me. I reach for the single tear dripping down his cheek. It is his last. I drop the tear into the pools. He is looking me right in the eyes. I am looking him right in the eyes. I reach the tip of my finger out to him. I push him with just that finger. 

He falls into the water when I push him… All the way in. and then he comes out. He has not fallen. He still stands, but he no longer stands in the same room he was in. He’s in the boiler room. I am no longer in front of him. He has to turn around to see me. His shoulders are shaking yet there is no sound. None other, at least, than the crackling of fire. That foul smell in the air is enough to tell him what’s burning in that room. It’s bright red blends and bleeds with the purple walls and the bright orange neon lights. They line the walls. I don’t like this room. I hate this room. But I can’t stop the man from moving. He’s letting go of my hand. I want to hold onto it and make him look at me. But the key word is willing. So I let go. HE steps a shaky step, probably realizing for the first time that he was holding my hand. He still walks. And walks. RIght into the fire. And now… He’s closing the door. Pathetic idiot. I leave him to burn. like everyone else. I hope one day someone else will join me. It does get a little lonely here. But there's always plenty of company.

[luveline]

Remus with a reader who has chronic fatigue? Making food for her, fetching things for her when she doesn't have the strength to stand, simple stuff like that?

hi! i do not have chronic fatigue and so got this information through what i knew previously and a medical journal online. if theres any inaccuracy please let me know!! i hope it’s alright <3

“Love,” Remus’ voice, cutting through the fog. A clattering as he sits a tray of fragrant, heady soup on the bedside table.

“Yeah?” you ask. Your throat hurts, aches, one small word drawing from an empty well.

He sits down by your side. You’d move to accommodate him but you can’t, lying on your back in a screwed up, defeated ball. His palm cups the back of your thigh through layers of quilt and squeezes.

“Can you sit up?”

You can. Logistically, you can. Remus slides careful, firm hands around you and hoists you up into a sitting position as gently as he can. You let your head flop against your chest and blink, bleary eyed, waiting for the heaviness of sleep to fade. It doesn’t.

Your spine pushes into the headboard unkindly.

“Here, a Remus special,” your boyfriend says lightly.

He fixes the duvet over your thighs and slides the tray into your lap. It smells as it feels, warm and heavy. “Coriander rice with lemon and a nutty brinjal curry,” he says, as though he’s presenting the meal to a panel of judges. “If you manage it there’s even dessert.”

“What’s for dessert?” you ask with a wince. The headache firmly situated at your temple is spreading.

“Not telling.”

You take the fork into your numb hand and lift your eyes to his. He’s smiling at you like any other day, honey brown eyes set in dark, perky eyelashes, all lit up like you’ve just said something funny, although there’s a hint of concern to be found in the crease between his thick eyebrows.

“Where’s yours?” you ask hoarsely.

“Don’t worry, dovey, I’ll get to it.”

“Eat with me?” you ask.

“Sure,” he says, his hand coming up to your face. He strokes his thumb over your cheek once then twice, pure adoration in his smile. “Of course. What do you want to drink, huh? I’ll get it at the same time. Something warm for your throat?”

He leaves and returns rather quickly with a second tray and a steaming mug for you. He sets it at your bedside and climbs in next to you. You both appreciate and resent the space between you as you eat, sluggish mouthfuls. The food is nice, he’s a good cook, but you’re just so tired. Of course you’re tired, you’re always tired, but the fatigue from this crash is awful. Sometimes, you think, I can’t ever feel more tired than I do right now. And then you do.

The fork is weight in your hand. Your fingers don’t want to work. Your arms shake. You don’t try reaching for your drink, fearing a small catastrophe.

After a few mouthfuls you sit there half despondent. Remus is quick to set aside his tray and look you over.

“What do you need?” he asks.

You can’t find the energy to cover your face. Despite having nothing to be embarrassed about, you can’t help but feel it.

“I need this to go away. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

He extends his hand palm up. You slot your traitorous fingers through his and close your eyes.

“All you can do is rest,” he says softly. “That’s all you can do. And you’re doing so well, so well, sweetheart. You’re eating properly and drinking more than enough, yeah? Please,” his voice gets impossibly softer, smoother, “believe in you like I do. You can get through it.”

“I can’t even stand up, Remus.”

He brings his other hand up to clasp your wrist. “I know.”

You take a very deep breath and pry your sand dry eyelids open. “The mug is too heavy. My arms are hurting.”

“I’ll get you a different cup. Sorry, that’s my fault. I can even find you a straw, if you think that’s okay?”

“Something seems so wrong about drinking hot through a straw,” you murmur, wrinkling your nose.

He chuckles and brings your joined hands up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles one by one. “Preposterous.”

“Illegal.”

“Unnatural.”

“Sacrilegious,” you mutter.

He looks at your face for a moment in wonder before bursting into bright peels of laughter. It’s infectious enough to make you giggle, even when the movement makes your chest ache.

[wizkiddx]

hiii could you do one of tom asking your dad to marry you?? thankuuuuu

okay so I don't believe in boys having to ask the dads, because we are strong independent QUEENS and no man owns me ever, but I hope this is still okay <33

not proof read and written super quick so sorry!

summary: Tom's terrified to ask your dad a very particular question question

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“Mr Y/l/n” Tom called your dads attention from the dishwasher he was loading up. The holidays spent at your parents meant a lot of good things- but mainly food. So much so the dishwasher was almost continually on, just so you didn’t run out of crockery.

“Its Y/d/n Tom, we’ve been through this.” He was joking but with your Dad - Tom could never really tell. At heart your dad was an absolute softie, except no one really saw that except your mum and you. Always a daddies girl, Tom knew how much your dad had meant to you. He had guessed before he’d met you parents , that he would be protective.

And that he was, never frontally rude or cruel. It was more subtle - though to Tom it was very damn clear, he had his doubts. As a people pleaser, Tom didn’t like the fact he didn’t like him. Time and time again, he’d tried to prove just how much you meant to him and yet it seemed to fall on deaf ears. So three years down the line, it was safe to say he was bloody terrified. Heart-in-mouth sort of event. Tom did a lot of ‘terrifying things’: talking to massive studio heads; going on stage with thousands of people screaming; jumping out a plane even.

But no, a single conversation with your dad had his adrenaline going like nobodies business. Asking to marry you.

“You going to just stand their gawking? I hope the moviestar doesn’t make my Y/n do all the housework?”

“No sir I-of course I don’t” Stammering his way through with wide eyes, Tom practically leapt across the kitchen to the opposite side of the dishwasher to your dad. Secretly your Dad was chuckling away to himself, taking absolute delight in how terrified the ‘movie star’ was of him, but managed to keep a steely outershell. In silence, the two uunloaded the dishwasher, Tom desperately racking his brains for conversation starters.

This is what he did for a living, learnt the speech he’d spent hours preparing, then retell it. Why then, was Tom having such an issue with the script he’d arguable practiced the most? Deciding he needed a buffer, Tom went to the safe space of small talk.

“So how was the pub? Y/n said you were meeting some old friends?”

“Watched the match, bloody awful game and Wilks was crap, I don’t know why he even started.” Now this football talk was something Tom felt safe in. He had learnt as much as he could about your dads team - just so there was some mutual conversation.

“Yeh tell me about it, I caught the last half. Though the ref made so bad decisions too, that penalty never really was VAR or not.”

“Thats the most respectable thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

The next couple of minutes were spent with both men raving fanatically, letting all their anger out on the pretty subpar game this afternoon. In fact, Tom swore your dad actually laughed along with him at one point. Admittedly he’d caught himself almost immediately- but for two seconds, he had cracked it.

With the last mug placed in the cabinet, Tom was quite frankly shocked at what your dad said next. He had presumed that since it was late and everyone else was in bed, Y/d/n wouldn’t want quality time with his daughters boyfriend.

“You fancy a nightcap son?”

He’d never called Tom that either. Frankly, you dad preferred the nickname ‘moviestar’ because he knew it infuriated Tom. Made the tips of his ears flush bright red, that was Toms tell - one that your dad had noticed too early on.

Jerkily Tom nodded, swallowing down the lump in his throat as he followed the elder man to the sitting room - where he kept the scotch glasses and bottle. No sooner had the drinks been poured, that Tom practically exploded with his thoughts.

“Mr Y/l/n-sorry I mean Y/d/n I-I um I needed to ask you something.” All he got was a long sigh and a nod, encouraging him to continue. “I-uhm….”Tom scoffed, clearing his throat because all of a sudden it felt like he hadnt had a drink in 10 hours, mouth completely dry.

“Well first off-and all respect. I know I don’t have to ask you. Y/n is the most independent and strong woman and we aren’t living in the 1950s. But, well but she loves you alot.” Tom stressed that last point especially, looking up to your dads poker face. It put him off for moment.

It was just how grumpy he looked, it was bloody terrifying. Taking a big gulp of the malty liquid, Tom steeled himself once again. “ And she respects you, your opinion always matters and I’d never come between that. And Y/n, she likes her traditions right? Like the stupid hat game you all play at Christmas dinner which makes no sense to me? Or the puzzle that you don’t start till everyone’s pretty drunk and tired at 3 o’clock in the morning on christmas? So that is… uhm thats why I’m asking you.”

Again all Tom was met with was a stern gaze, once again taking another generous sip of the scotch.

“Look I know you have your doubts about me- “ That got a response, a snort of agreement from your dad as if saying ‘you think’.

“But-but I really love your daughter. She’s my whole world and I can’t imagine being without her. And I know my lifestyle probably doesn’t fit with how you imagined your daughter to have. I mean-I’m not always at home and I’m away for months but- but…. look.” Tom sighed, shifting awkwardly on the sofa to directly face your dads armchair. “When I’m homesick and tired and grouchy from filming and I get back to the hotel I facetime Y/n. Everyday. And just seeing her smile, you-you know, the really soft small one that makes her dimples pop out? One look at that smile and everythings fine. Because all I��m thinking about is seeing that smile for the rest of my life. When she finds out she’s pregnant with our kid, when we’re taking them to college. I mean even when we’re 80 and probably sick of each other- she’ll still have that little smile that puts me into this sort of stupor. I just- I love her. And I’d do anything for her, I always will, I promise you that. So-so” With a shaky breath, Tom delivered his hitline.

“This is me just letting you know that I’m going to ask her to marry me and- I really hope she says yes.”

Tom was almost out of breath, and the breath he did have was shaky, looking up desperately at the older man across from him. He watched with wide eyes as your Dad placed his glass back on the drinks table with a clink, before leaning forward and standing up from the chair. He groaned slitghtly at the movement (his knees werent what they used to be) and took the two steps forward to be stood right infront of Tom’s seat. In that moment, Tom honestly thought he was getting a punch to the jaw at the very least. Afterall, he had just pretty much demanded that he were to propose to you.

As he braced for impact, tensing all his muscles, instead what he felt was a light pat to his right shoulder. Tom trailed his eyes up your dads figure to see what he thought was a gentle smile on his face too. Though he hadn’t ever seen your Dad smile at him before, so couldn’t say for certainty.

“You’re a good kid Tom, and you make Y/n very happy. Just pull yourself together when you ask her alright son? Didn’t think moviestars got stage fright.” And with that, your dad turned his back, heading toward the doorway that lead to the stairs to the bedrooms. Stunned, it took a moment or two before Tom processed - long enough that he had to leap up and call your dads name to get him to halt in the hallway.

“So is that a yes? You’re giving me permssion?”

“Oh Tom….” Your dad sighed in the lowlight of the hallway, in a more muted voice - now they were closer to the bedrooms where both you and your mum were sleeping peacefully. “ You already said, Y/n is strong and fiercely independent. I don’t control her, heck I don’t think she’s ever listened to me and never will. But…. for the record, I hope she says yes too and… I know she will.”

Scoffing in excitement, Tom combed a hand through his scalp, feeling such a wave of relief it was almost indescribable as your dad turned and trudged up the stairs. Once he heard the door of your parents bedroom close, he couldn’t help himself. He ran back into the kitchen, where he preceded to do an excited jumpy dance thing.

Because it meant a lot. To have your dads approval, to have your dads support. That meant the world. Not only for the sake of proposing but also, everything Tom said was true. He wanted to build a family with you - which meant that man was going to be the grandparents to your kids one day. That man had helped to craft you into the person you were today - his ‘person’. His perfect angelic, sweet woman.

Whenever he felt this excited, this happy, this elated - theres only one person he wants to be with. So, after turning all the lights off and checking the doors were locked (with a very obvious spring in his step) he then hopped up the stairs. Tiptoeing around, he got ready for bed in no time, before getting to the highlight of each evening.

Delicately he crawled into bed, sliding under the covers, so as to not disturb you. Naturally though, feeling the bed dip made you turnover- hooking your legs round his and resting your head on his chest. Tom chuckled quietly at your cuteness, stroking your cheek lightly with his thumb. It was enough to rouse you awake, enough to make you acutely aware of the thundering sound from his chest. With tired eyes, you propped your chin on his breastbone looking up at him with concern.

“You alright T? Hearts really racing.” He only replied with this loopy lovesick grin, his right hand coming to cup your cheek.

“Go back to sleep darling, I’m okay.” He did look okay, but he was almost too smiley and even with a foggy sleepy brain, you were still suspicious.

“Whats going on, you’re being weird?”

“Nothing…. your dad and me just had a chat… He called me son.” That shocked you too - clearly the conversation you’d had with him about being nicer to Tom had rubbed off.

“He did?”

“He did…. you are beautiful you know?” Now he was definitely being weird. You furrowed your eyebrows, as if trying to read his mind because something odd was going on in there.

“Now you’re just being creepy. What’s up?”

Tom just leant forward to kiss your forehead, then pulled you down onto his chest.

“I just love your family and I love you, you know that?”

“Are you trying to get into my pants? Because my parents are literally in the next room.”

“Oh shut up and kiss me.”

[alreadyblondenow]

What happened on Valentines day?

▸ Mark x female!reader ▸ 1,685k words ▸ Smut, Fluff ▸ Met on a dating app, one night stand, unprotected sex, mentions of rough sex, mentions of bruises, biting, Mark bites you ▸ Requested. I’m not taking requests but here it is. Also uploaded this using my phone so theres no read more for now and next button hehe

For Valentine's day, you scored a hookup on this dating app that you used for the first time. To earn your trust, he invited you to his apartment instead of going to cheap hotels and to save yourselves from the hassle. 


Good boy, innocent, and shy. These are your impressions to Mark that changed immediately the moment after he openned your legs. 


The innocent-looking guy turned out to be incredibly good in bed and he definitely knew how to fuck. He was rough, gentle, fun, and sweet all in one night, asking you if you want another round whenever you’re calm and ready to go again. 


In other words, your Valentine’s day turned out fine because of Mark.


Days after Valentine’s day, he texted you for the first time again and asked if you’re free to come over. Of course, you said yes. Why would you turn down a good fuck right? 


And that's how you and Mark turned out to be loyal fuck buddies. The sex was so good that you remained fuck buddies for almost a year now. It wasn’t decided or anything, no negotiations, no requests. It just simply happened. 


Mark is a decent person even though it’s all about sex between you two. You’re not friends, not even close to being friends because friends know important things about each other while Mark only knows your name, cellphone number, and your good spot whenever you have sex or he eats you out. 


You on the other hand only knew him through the things that he shows to you. What you see is what you get. 


He doesn’t like kissing on the lips but he sure does know how to kiss your body. And with that, you think that Mark is scared to love or he’s easy to fall for someone and he’s just protecting himself. 


“Sorry if I bit your shoulders. I was trying so hard not to kiss you-“ he says with ragged breaths after a good round. 


He may be rough on you in bed sometimes that you go home with a lot of red marks, or your body became very sore for days and you couldn’t walk properly, but he’s nice enough to take care of you, ask if something is hurting, then get you a glass of water afterward. There’s no doubt that Mark is a gentleman. 


He is low maintenance and doesn’t have any funny business up in his sleeve. He’s not clingy and not into cuddling, he doesn’t invite you to go out with him and watch movies or have coffee. Again, it’s all about sex and sex only. 


Mark may be cold and boring like that, but sometimes he can be sweet without even trying. Like that one time when he bit you too much during sex, and he was fucking you so hard that you thought you were going to break, he asked you to stay over so he could take care of you. 


“Everything okay? Was the water warm or too cold? Are you all covered now? I’ll come in with your clothes” He was talking about the bath that he prepared for you, and for someone who has seen you naked a hundred times already he still cares if you’re now covered or not. 


“Y-yeah come in” 


“Here, these should fit you perfectly” he placed the clothes near the sink and went behind you. “Let me see?” He said, asking to take a look at the bruises he caused, whispering sweet and soft apologies that felt like kisses on your skin but they were words. 


On the next day, you caught yourself using Mark’s arm as your pillow and caught his hands around your waist, keeping your back close against his chest. Cuddling while sleeping, that’s the perfect term. 


And when you feel him wake up against you, you pretend to be asleep and feel him remove his arms and replace them with a pillow. And before he gets up from bed, he put a blanket on you just to be sure you’re not cold. 


The very reason why you continue to fuck Mark and not look for a boyfriend instead is maybe everything he does for you is exactly what you want and need from a guy. And that maybe you’ll stop seeing him if you develop feelings for him already. 


Now your problem is... you don’t know if you already have feelings for him or you’re denying it. 


On your second Valentine’s together, he texted you an address of a fancy hotel together with a room number. 


“What’s this all about? Mark Lee, making me feel special on Valentine’s hmm?” You teased him and gave him your stuff. 


“I won it from our office raffle, thought we should use it today” he explains and gave you the tour before you eat dinner together. 


After having a hot shower and drying your hair before you join Mark to bed, you caught him doing some work-related stuff without a shirt and just wearing his pajama. You always see him naked but this is the first time that you actually admired his body. 


When he saw you standing beside the bed, he put away his laptop and invited you to sit on his lap. 


He was quiet for a moment, just staring blankly in front of you while caressing your legs slowly. You wanted to ask what’s wrong, but your relationship with him is not exactly the caring type so you waited for him instead. 


“How’s your day?” He asked. That’s new you thought. 


“Fine” you answered shortly and started to undo your robe and get naked, “What time do we finish tonight?” you added and started kissing his chest. 


“Stay for the night, I don’t want to stay in this place alone,” he says and started kissing your boobs. Emphasis on the kissing because normally he sucks your nipples until it's swollen and hard. 


He came closer to you, kissing the valley between your boobs and pushing you more towards him, then you noticed his kisses were slowly going up and you thought he will stop on your neck but he didn’t. He went for your lips and kiss you softly. 


Finally admitting his feelings for you. 


“Tell me what’s wrong? I feel like I’m with a totally different Mark tonight, why?” you asked, not hiding your frustrations. He’s still not answering your question. “It’s like we’re breaking all our rules tonight and you’re not telling me why. I’m not mad, please just tell me what’s on your mind, or I will go home”


“N-no” he suddenly grips your waist but not too tight, just enough to tell you he doesn’t want you to go. “We never had rules, just the kissing. I just didn’t want to hurt you tonight and...” he clears his throat before continuing, “I’m starting to have feelings for you. I was planning to confess after we have sex to make the moment sweeter but you just have to ruin it” he chuckled and came closer to your face and boldly kissed your lips again. 

A peck that’s so sweet and meaningful for you. 


“Now will you let me fuck you now? And kiss you the whole night?” he said and effortlessly switched your bodies, putting him on top of you and swiftly removing his pajama and boxers briefs. Pumping his cock immediately and pushing two fingers in your cunt to make you wet. 


He kisses you while pushing in, something very new for both of you, and kept kissing for a few more minutes while he’s still inside you. 


When he finally rolled his hips, you feel like having sex with him for the first time but this time the sex is 10x better because of his lips. Bodies to bodies, lips to lips while he fucks you slow and good that even Mark didn’t expect that he will love fucking you slow. 


Together, you hit your highs at the same time while you kiss deeper than earlier while catching each other’s breath. 


He pulled out and lie beside you, keeping you close to his body while your hands are intertwined. This is the first time that he cuddled with you after sex and gosh you want to savor the feeling but your lids are giving up on you. 


The next thing you know, you caught yourself again, cuddling while sleeping with Mark, and tried to pull away from his tight embrace. Old habits. 


“Stay,” he says, eyes still closed but he kept you closer to him. “Sleep again,” he added and kissed your forehead. Slightly reminding you of the sudden confession last night. 


On the second time you woke up, Mark is not beside you but pretty flowers on the bedside table greeted you with a small note, ‘last night wasn’t a dream. please get up, I miss you already’ and it instantly made you smile. 


After your second Valentine’s day together, Mark courted you properly but you soon made it official because you realized you wasted enough time. And with a few months of dating, your relationship with Mark evolved into something real because you’re now officially dating and finally living together in a new apartment. And even more intimate in a whole new level that you don’t have sex too much now. 


“How’s work?” He asked, eyes still closed as you flop in between his legs and lie on his chest. When you didn’t answer him, he knew already that you had an exhausting day. You feel him wrap his arms around your body, a simple gesture from your boyfriend that says, ‘it’s okay, you’re home and you’re in my arms now’. 


“How about you?” You asked in return, he just let out a heavy sigh and you knew already that his day was exhausting too. So you did your part and kiss him on the lips softly and long enough to take his tiredness away. 


“I love you. Thank you” he said and kissed you one last time before he turns off the lampshade. “Good night, I’ll love you again tomorrow” he whispers.